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“You wanna go, Deku? Fight me! Right here, right now!” Katsuki shouts, his jaw clenched tight and vein pulsing at his forehead.
Deku waves his arms frantically in front of him. “Kachaan, I didn’t mean it that way. Kachaan is the best! I just meant that the rankings are based on popularity and maybe–”
Katsuki sneers. “You just meant that I’m not good enough to take your spot. Are you lookin’ down on me?! I’m gonna beat you and take that spot. Just you watch!”
Katsuki’s tirade is cut short by an arm slipping around his waist. He rounds on the person ready to tear them a new one…
“Katsuki, baby…” a familiar stern voice drawls next to him and Katsuki feels all of the tension flee his body in a flood.
“Good evening, Sensei,” Deku chirps and bows. Katsuki wants to scowl at his annoying chipperness.
“Midoriya, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not your sensei anymore…you can just call me Aizawa like everyone else,” Shouta reminds him for the thousandth time.
Deku bows again hastily and then rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, Sensei. I-I mean Aizawa. Just an old habit and it’s only polite…” Deku tapers off into one of his muttering rants that no one can decipher what he’s on about and Katsuki rolls his eyes before turning to his husband.
“How much longer do we have to be here?” Katsuki grumbles just loud enough for Shouta to hear while Deku continues his quiet incoherent rambling.
“It’s the Annual Gala…we’re expected to be here at least until everyone is too drunk to notice us slipping out the back door,” Shouta intones dryly and starts to steer Katsuki slowly away from where Deku is still going. He doesn’t even notice them slipping away.
When they reach the edge of the ballroom, Shouta subtly grabs the back of Katsuki’s neck in a firm grip. “That’s one, baby,” Shouta growls.
“What the fuck? Why? I didn’t do anything!” Katsuki grits out a little too loudly.
“We agreed, no fighting,” Shouta drawls lazily, but raises an eyebrow. “You know the rules, baby.”
“I didn’t actually fight him though!” Katsuki whines. “It doesn’t count!”
“Are you arguing, baby?” Shouta smirks, something sinister in his expression that instantly puts Katsuki on edge.
“I didn’t technically break your stupid rules though!” A drop of sweat drips down the neckline of Katsuki’s tux when he sees Shouta’s smirk widen.
“That’s two, baby.”
Katsuki’s face twists, “Awww come on!” He pouts.
“Would you like to try for three, Katsuki?” Shouta warns, voice dropping low and sending a tingle down Katsuki’s spine.
“No,” he says sullenly and crosses his arms.
“Good boy,” Shouta purrs in response, but looks over Katsuki’s shoulder when Present Mic booms “SHOUTAAAAAAA!” across the ballroom, beckoning wildly with his arms.
Katsuki giggles a little at Shouta’s exasperated huff at being publicly summoned for what will no doubt be an annoying experience. “You’re on your own…” Katsuki mutters and grabs a glass of champagne off of one of many floating serving trays making the rounds through the throngs of gathered heroes.
Shouta gives him a playful glare. “Stay right here, and try not to blow anyone up, my love,” he murmurs and gives Katsuki a sharp little nip on his neck.
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki quips snidely.
“That’s three, baby,” Shouta whispers as he turns on his heel and strides towards the gathered group of UA teachers.
Katsuki scowls at his husband’s back, but quickly shifts his expression back into a neutral mask when Shouta peeks over his shoulder like he could sense Katsuki’s defiance from across the room.
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Katsuki is on his third glass of champagne and leaning casually up against the wall, while avoiding social interactions like it’s his job, when suddenly a bright camera flash blinds him. “Dynamight! Over here!” Katsuki can’t even see the owner of the annoying voice when a series of blinding flashes has dark spots crowding in his vision.
“Dynamight! Care to comment on last week’s villain attack?” Another voice calls out loudly.
“Dynamight, rumor has it that you’re leaving Eraserhead for Deku! Is that true?” A third voice chimes in, followed by another series of blinding flashes that force Katsuki to put his hand in front of his eyes to shade them from the onslaught.
“Oi, what the fuck?!” He shouts. “Who let the fucking paps in?!” he screams while his vision readjusts to the dim lighting of the ballroom.
“Dynamight. Is it true that you attacked a fan for requesting a photo?”
Katsuki still can’t see properly as more rapid fire flashes surround him. “Hah?! Of course not!” He responds, getting more and more pissed with each ridiculous question.
“Dynamight, online forums speculate that you’re dropping in the polls because you’re in an age-gap relationship with another hero. How do you respond?!”
“Mind your own goddamn business,” Katsuki retorts viciously.
“Dynamight! Yearly reports indicate that your quirk alone accounts for billions of dollars in damage insurance claims. Should you even be a hero?”
“Dynamight—!”
“Dynamight—!”
“Dynamight—!”
Katsuki is dizzy with the chorus of voices surrounding him in a cacophony of preposterous claims and insulting rhetoric. Multiple flashes all go off at once and suddenly a microphone is being shoved into his face. “Oi! All of you…FUCK OFF!” He yells, still trying to shield himself.
Katsuki’s palms start to crackle as his ire boils in his stomach. He fucking hates paparazzi. It doesn’t ever matter whether he’s on his best behavior or not…his words will be twisted every which way just for the ratings. He’s lagging behind Deku in popularity all because these assholes always catch him off guard. Fucking vultures…the whole lot of them.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Annual Heroes Gala and the press is not allowed inside the building!” Pure relief fills Katsuki hearing his husband’s stern voice yell over the crowd of barking hounds.
When Katsuki’s vision finally clears, he is able to make out the semi-circle of reporters surrounding him and shoots them a deadly glare. More cameras flash, but this time he’s prepared and closes his eyes just in time. “Oooo the big bad Dynamight needs his husband to come save him…some fucking hero…” One of the paps mutters under his breath just loud enough for Katsuki to make out. His blood pressure shoots through the roof and holds out his crackling palm while stepping into the man’s space.
“You wanna say that again, asshole?!” Katsuki snarls.
Shouta is immediately at his side and steps in front of him. “All of you are to exit the building immediately. This is a closed event. You are welcome to wait outside the front doors for any further interviews or photographs,” Shouta commands calmly, but Katsuki can hear the implied ‘Or Else’ in his tone.
Slowly, the reporters trickle away and make their way to the ballroom entrance, while not so subtly sneaking photographs of other heroes in their gala finery. Katsuki lets out a deep exhale, attempting to simmer down his boiling rage.
Once all of the intruders have finally slunk back to where they belong, Shouta turns to Katsuki with a stern expression. “Katsuki, as a hero we have to deal carefully with the press, you know that…”
And just like that, Katsuki’s rage rises back to the top at an alarming rate. “Oh fuck off! They just fucking started shouting a bunch of bullshit and blinded the fuck out of me!”
“Baby, if you want that number one spot, you’re gonna have to learn to play nice with reporters and learn to redirect them professionally,” Shouta reprimands. “I know you’re smarter than this.”
Katsuki grits his teeth, “They can all go fuck themselves.”
“That’s four, baby.”
Katsuki grimaces, “It wasn’t my fucking fault!”
“Katsuki…” Shouta stares at him in warning and Katsuki bites his tongue so hard that a little taste of copper fills his mouth. More sparks crackle in his clenched fists at his side and the urge to let an explosion fly almost consumes him. He kicks at a nearby wall in frustration.
“Five.”
“Fine.” Katsuki returns his stare with a glare of his own, even as dread slithers up his spine. He resists the urge to storm out of the event and tries to school his features back into something somewhat neutral with deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. He’s already going to be in for it later…Shouta never uses the same punishment twice and anxiety smothers his rage as he tries and fails to anticipate the creative corrections coming his way.
Shouta suddenly holds his arm out, like he can intuitively sense Katsuki’s rising apprehension. Katsuki gratefully steps into his arms, and a soothing hand strokes down his back before a gentle kiss is placed in his hair. “You’re okay, baby,” Shouta murmurs softly and Katsuki’s nerves settle just a bit.
Hooting and hollering echoes from across the room near the dancefloor where apparently some of Katsuki’s old classmates have started some sort of dance battle, while some of the older heroes watch and slur their conversations. Katsuki looks down at his own half-full glass and sets it down on one of the buffet tables. Getting shit-faced would be a sure-fire way to earn himself another two punishments added to his tally at the very least. If people think he’s loud and aggressive when he’s sober, drunk Katsuki would be quite the spectacle.
Katsuki side-eyes his husband who is watching the events unfolding and pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
“I think they’re drunk enough…” Katsuki mutters. “Race you to the back door.”
Katsuki doesn’t even wait for a response and speed walks through the ballroom, ducking and weaving around groups of attendees that are all talking way too loudly and gesturing wildly with their hands. Katsuki almost clotheslines himself on All Might’s outstretched arm as the man recounts some epic battle.
“Bakugou-Shonen!” He hollers exuberantly and Katsuki deftly ducks around him, and beelines for the door, completely ignoring his idol’s requests for conversation. Katsuki is so over this party that he’d rather puke up his tie than stay for another moment.
He smirks when the exit comes into view and he lengthens his strides. Subtly glancing around himself, a sense of victory swamps him when Shouta is nowhere in sight. A wide smug smile stretches across his face as he pushes the handle in and steps out into the crisp night air.
“Took you long enough.”
“Goddamnit,” Katsuki curses, letting the door slam shut behind him as he glares at his husband lurking in the shadows. “You fucking cheated…”
Shouta gives him a deadly smirk. “Is my baby being a sore loser?”
Katsuki huffs a sigh, “Fuckin’ sneaky old man.”
“Little mouthy brat,” Shouta hurls back as he grabs Katsuki’s hand and tangles their fingers together. “Ready to go home?”
Katsuki grimaces, “Next year, I’m staying home.”
Shouta chuckles lightly and pulls Katsuki tightly to his side as they walk towards their car in the hidden lot behind the building. “You earned quite a few strikes tonight, baby…” Shouta leans down and purrs quietly next to Katsuki’s ear.
A little shiver dances over Katsuki’s skin and goosebumps rise in their wake. He sighs, knowing that whatever Shouta has cooked up will be an intense lesson that he won’t soon forget. “Yes, sir,” he mutters.
“When we get home, you’re going to strip down and go straight to the playroom. What’s your color, baby?” Shouta’s voice is low and menacing, but the tone never fails to zip straight to Katsuki’s clit and he feels the wetness start to drip into his boxers… Shouta’s punishments may be unpredictable and sometimes cruel…but Katsuki lives to earn them.
“Green, Sir.”
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“Over the bench,” Shouta directs, voice icy and sharp.
Katsuki’s bare chest presses against the polished wood that sits perfectly at waist height and lays his head to the side so that he can feel the smooth grain brush against the shell of his ear. A cushioned lip at the edge of the table presses against his abdomen and forces his hips to tilt upwards. The position isn’t exactly comfortable, but Katsuki knows that it isn’t supposed to be.
“Spread your arms. Now!” Shouta barks loudly and Katsuki flinches.
His fingertips almost reach the edge of the bench on either side when he stretches his arms wide. Soft straps that anchor to the bench’s surface are buckled over his wrists, pinning his arms firmly in place. It’s been awhile since they’ve used the bench and Katsuki had forgotten how exposed he feels locked to its surface. Both his ass and pussy are pushed out on display and vulnerable in this position. Wet drops trail down the insides of his thighs already while Shouta looks over him with a critical eye.
“Spread those legs wider,” Shouta clips out shortly. His husband's voice never fails to make Katsuki’s skin hot. It doesn’t seem to matter whether Shouta is degrading him, praising him, or comforting him…that voice has a direct line to Katsuki’s cunt and hijacks all rational thought.
Shuffling his feet across the cool smooth flooring, Katsuki spreads his legs wide enough that he’s forced up onto the balls of his feet. He knows that Shouta’s retribution will be swift if he doesn’t measure up.
A harsh hand suddenly brushes past Katsuki’s spread thighs and grabs his pussy meanly. “Five times, Katsuki. You broke the rules five times tonight. You earned yourself five punishments.” Two fingers suddenly thrust past Katsuki’s wet folds, stretching his walls abruptly. Katsuki grunts at the unexpected intrusion. “You’re gonna be a good boy and take them all. These holes are mine to punish aren’t they?”
“Yes, sir,” Katsuki rasps out, already breathless.
“Haven’t even started and already this pussy is soaking. Pathetic, brat,” Shouta spits venomously.
The fingers in his pussy are yanked out with a slick sound. There’s a thick and loaded silence that follows for several moments. SMACK! Katsuki cries out as a hard flat surface lands against both of his ass cheeks at once with a painful bite that makes his clit tingle. Katsuki can hear the disturbance in the whoosh of air as Shouta swings and Katsuki braces himself. SMACK! Fire dances over his skin on impact. “Fuck!” he shouts with a crack in his voice.
“Those were just test swings, brat,” Shouta says, condescension dripping from his tone and Katsuki trembles as the words melt into his bones. “We haven’t even started your punishment yet. That’ll come after I make sure my little fuckhole is properly warmed up.”
Rough fingers reach under Katsuki and spread his pussy lips wide. “Not messy enough. You can do better,” Shouta comments, sounding almost bored.
More liquid drips down the inside of Katsuki’s thighs and he shudders as the heat on his ass fades into a warm pulsating pleasure. His pussy lips are released. SLAP! Katsuki jolts violently as Shouta’s palm slaps over his throbbing cunt. Automatically, Katsuki’s legs try to close at the stinging sensation and Shouta yanks his arm away. SMACK! The paddle strikes over his ass again harder than before. “I told you to spread your fucking legs, slut,” Shouta growls and Katsuki immediately spreads them wide again.
The sound of footsteps walking away from him has sweat dripping down over Katsuki’s temples. Where is he going? He’s only given a moment to wonder before he can sense Shouta back behind him. He nearly jumps when one of his ankles is suddenly grabbed in an unrelenting grip and something metal locks together over his skin. His other leg is jerked to the side, forcing Katsuki up on tiptoes to accommodate the move until the same thing captures his other ankle. Katsuki squirms and tries to alleviate the stretch but finds that he can’t close his legs at all.
“There. That will keep those slutty legs open. Got it just for you, little slut, since I know that you can’t control yourself,” Shouta remarks. “I should put you in a spreader bar more often.”
SMACK! Another pelting blow cracks over Katsuki’s ass cheeks. SMACK! Katsuki whines at the pain that radiates from his ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Shouta reigns down blows in quick succession that has Katsuki dizzy and wheezing out harsh breaths.
Shouta once again reaches between his spread legs. SLAP! Katsuki’s pussy pulses with the harsh slap. Warm calloused fingers then rub firmly through his folds, smearing his slick thickly from navel to taint. SLAP! Katsuki tenses and grunts, not able to determine when or where Shouta will strike next. His pussy and ass feel red hot and the stinging tingles pleasantly when Shouta rubs once again over his lips. Katsuki’s legs jerk when two fingers press over his swollen clit and rub viciously, making Katsuki let out a surprised squeal.
Just as suddenly as it started, those fingers withdraw completely and the room is thrown into silence making Katsuki tense. Cold liquid makes Katsuki jolt as it suddenly drizzles over his skin and down the cleft of his ass to douse his other hole. One of his asscheeks is spread to the side while fingers suddenly prod at his entrance almost clinically. One swirls around his rim and then presses in, wiggling its way past Katsuki’s resistance. The burn of the stretch feels almost miniscule compared to the pain still thrumming across his asscheeks.
“This is too fucking tight for a proper fuckhole,” Shouta spits like he’s repulsed, but wiggles his finger deeper, twisting and wetting the channel with lube. “From now on, we’ll get a nice thick plug to keep you wide and gaping, won’t we?”
Katsuki shivers at the filthy degrading words and clenches down involuntarily.
“Answer me, slut!” Shouta bellows, yanking his finger out and then abruptly shoving two inside the barely loosened entrance.
“Yes, Sir!” Katsuki cries out and squirms against the onslaught.
“Thank me for stretching out this hole and preparing it for your punishment,” Shouta demands darkly while thrusting and spreading his fingers.
“Thank you for stretching and preparing my hole, Sir,” Katsuki grits out when the fingers start pumping steadily inside of him. He can feel the flood of slick running down his thighs and over his ankles at the stimulation.
“You’re making a fucking mess, brat, just from a couple fingers in your ass. Such a pathetic needy pussy…” Shouta yanks his fingers out, making Katsuki gasp at the sudden emptiness. More cold liquid drips down his crack and then something much thicker than fingers presses at his entrance and Katsuki goes rigid.
“Sir–” He whispers hesitantly.
“Fuckholes don’t speak unless spoken to. If I have to remind you again, I’ll gag you,” Shouta snaps. Katsuki shudders with a tendril of unease, but then a warm hand strokes gently over his lower back letting him know that Shouta understands and will take care of him. Forcibly relaxing his muscles, Katsuki clenches his jaw when a thick head begins to slowly press into him. He’s burning as he’s forced to endure the stretch, but feels his pussy gush a little more. Katsuki often wonders if his wires got crossed somewhere along the line…pain ratcheting his arousal up and making him a drooling needy mess.
“My little fuckhole will take anything I feed it, won’t it?” Shouta presses a little harder, forcing a bulbous head of silicone further and further inside Katsuki. It feels like it just gets wider and wider the deeper it goes.
“Yes, Sir!” Katsuki grunts, sucking in harsh inhales through his nose while he strains against the straps anchoring him to the bench. When the base of the plug finally settles flush in his crack, Katsuki huffs a breath of relief. He doesn’t think they’ve ever played with this particular plug before. It’s so much thicker than any he’s had before and reaches deep into his guts, settling heavy and pressing deliciously against his walls.
SLAP! Katsuki screeches at the merciless slap to his pussy.
Two fingers press into him without any warning, curl into his g-spot with pinpoint accuracy and begin pumping inside him. “Are you ready for your punishments, brat?”
Katsuki can’t think as his pussy is assaulted. His ass is stretched and pressing his walls inward, making Shouta’s fingers feel unbearably large. SLAP! The fingers pull out of his pussy and slap solidly over his clit. Shouta rubs over it in fast circles and then taps it repeatedly with rigid fingers, making Katsuki yelp.
All movement stops, Shouta’s palm resting over Katsuki’s mound. “I asked you a question, fuckhole…” Shouta snarls. “Are you ready for your punishments?”
Katsuki’s mind whirls in a fuzzy haze as he breathes harshly over the wooden surface. “Yes, Sir.”
“What rules did you break tonight?” Shouta then asks and Katsuki panics trying to recall the events of the night through the fog of unbearable arousal.
“Ummm,” Katsuki mumbles dumbly.
SLAP! Another ringing wet slap echoes off the playroom walls.
“I-I…I started a fight. I ar-argued with you. I b-backtalked you. Shit…” Katsuki rattles off, but is interrupted when Shouta slips his fingers back inside his wet walls.
“Keep going, brat,” he orders harshly. “What else?”
“I fuckin’ w-went off on the reporters…and…and,” Katsuki whines when Shouta starts thrusting inside of him rapidly, hitting his spongey spot with every pass. “Fuck, I c-can’t remember… P-please!”
Shouta keeps drilling inside of him and Katsuki feels the familiar tension building inside of him, making his legs shake and his toes ache from holding himself spread open. “Does my little cumslut need help?” Shouta sneers and redoubles his efforts driving Katsuki absolutely insane.
“Y-y-yes, S-sir!” Katsuki stutters out, voice wobbly.
“You threw a tantrum,” Shouta explains calmly, but pulls his fingers out to slap against Katsuki’s pussy again sharply before thrusting them back into wet heat. “Like a spoiled fucking child.”
Katsuki shakes harder and doesn’t know whether he wants to escape or curl deeper into the intense feeling. “I-I’m sorry, Sir!” Katsuki moans out between gasps.
“Not yet you’re not!” Shouta snaps through gritted teeth. “Is my little fuckhole gonna cum?!” Shouta’s fingers pummel Katsuki’s insides, practically punching over his g-spot.
“Yes, Sir!” Katsuki wails as the tension pulls against his insides like a rubber band being stretched too far until it snaps. White hot bliss rockets through Katsuki as his mouth opens on a silent scream. His whole body feels like it’s going to levitate off the bench with how hard he shakes at the intensity.
He feels disconnected from his body, when the feeling finally settles, making Katsuki boneless and feeling like he’s going to melt into a gooey puddle on the floor. He doesn’t even feel when Shouta’s fingers slip from inside him.
A sharp tug against the plug in his ass pulls Katsuki violently back into his body from where he’d been floating in the afterglow.
“That was one, little fuckhole. Four more to go,” Shouta warns ominously and gives the plug another harsh tug.
A slow sort of horror dawns over Katsuki as he realizes Shouta’s plan.
“Let’s see how this other slutty hole is coming along,” Shouta mutters, almost to himself. The plug once again stretches Katsuki’s rim wide as Shouta pulls on it steadily. A long groan fills the air as every indent and bulge drags over Katsuki’s walls and lewd sucking sounds reverberate around them as his hole clamps down as if trying to coax the toy back inside.
When the tip finally pulls free, Katsuki can feel air brushing against his quivering insides while his rim tries desperately to close. He can actually feel it expanding and contracting like a mouth, breathing in and out.
“Getting there, but it’s still not good enough. I expected better from you,” Shouta admonishes and Katsuki feels the flare of hot humiliation roll through him. SLAP! Katsuki grunts when Shouta’s hand comes down over his gaping hole. Suddenly, something much smaller presses just inside Katsuki’s opening. Unable to identify whatever it is, he struggles to look over his shoulder at Shouta. He gasps when suddenly there’s a flood of cold liquid inside his heated tunnel. He squirms at the shock to his system.
The words tumble from his lips without his permission, “Sir, wha–”
Whatever pressed inside him is withdrawn and he feels full of something weird that is rapidly warming inside him and starting to leak past his loosened rim. “I warned you about that mouth, little fuckhole. Here I was being nice and making sure you were properly prepared for your next punishment…” Shouta’s condescending voice trails away from Katsuki and he hears as his husband rummages through something behind him. Katsuki feels ice drop into his veins when Shouta suddenly appears in front of him and grabs his hair in a tight fist before lifting Katsuki’s face from the bench. Burning pain in his scalp helps ground Katsuki as he stares up at Shouta.
“If my little fuckhole can’t fucking behave, it means I need to train him better. Isn’t that right?” Shouta’s glare feels like it sears into Katsuki’s very soul.
“Yes, sir,” he gasps out.
“Hold your head up and open your fucking mouth,” Shouta commands as he releases Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki strains to lift his head and drops his jaw, getting his first look at what Shouta has in his hands. His eyes widen and liquid heat flushes straight to his core.
“Color, Katsuki?” Shouta then asks quietly, pulling Katsuki out of his lustful haze.
“Green, sir,” Katsuki sighs and opens his lips wide as Shouta pushes in the mouth gag with a silicone dick attached on one side. Shouta maneuvers the thick cock past Katsuki’s teeth, forcing his lips to stretch wide around the shaft. When the tip of the cock presses at the opening to his throat, Katsuki gags a little.
“Breath through your nose, cockslut. You can take it. My cock is bigger than this and you have no problem taking it down your throat.”
Katsuki sucks in a deep breath through his nose as Shouta works the toy deeper. Katsuki’s lips reach the base of the cock just before his airway is completely cut off. He sucks in frantic breaths through his nose feeling the thick weight pressing down on his tongue and prodding through the muscles of his throat. His gag triggers again, but he finds that the action is aborted and he’s forced to repeatedly swallow over the intrusion.
Shouta places his hand flat over the front of the gag making sure that it’s fully seated and Katsuki pants desperately, making his nostrils flare dramatically. The leather of the gag sits completely over his mouth, covering his lips fully. He looks up when Shouta doesn’t move for a couple of moments and can see the calculations running behind his singular eye.
Then, Shouta nods like he’s satisfied and jerks the straps around to the back of Katsuki’s head and buckles them together. Katsuki moans around the gag, the sound quiet and muffled. When finished, Shouta takes a step back and gives Katsuki a heated look.
“I suppose it only makes sense that a desperate slut like you would need ALL of your holes stuffed full for you to learn your lesson…” He comments coldly. “If you need to safeword, you use your quirk. Otherwise, I’m not stopping. You can scream and drool all you want around that fake cock, little fuckhole…but your punishments only end when when I fucking say so.”
With one last look Shouta moves out of Katsuki’s sightline and he lays his head back down against the cool wood, sucking and swallowing around the thick cock in his mouth as it stretches his jaw wide. He can already feel spit starting to leak from his stretched lips to soak the gag and run messily down his chin.
Katsuki nearly chokes when something thick and wide nuzzles over his exposed asshole. This feels infinitely larger than the plug. When it notches against his rim, he struggles against the straps trying to look behind him. He can only turn so far as to see half of Shouta, but not what’s in his hands. The object starts to press in, and Katsuki clenches his eyes closed, body tense, not knowing what to expect. He and Shouta have played many times over the years, but apparently Shouta is pulling out all of the stops tonight and introducing toys that Katsuki has never seen or felt before. A thrill shoots through him knowing that Shouta had to have been planning this for quite some time.
“You ready to start punishment number two, little cockslut?” Shouta asks, knowing that Katsuki has no way to answer. “Of course you are…”
The thick appendage makes a loud squelching sound as it begins to press inside him, and Katsuki can feel whatever Shouta injected into his ass squish and leak around it to drip down Katsuki’s taint. Lube… Katsuki belatedly realizes.
Whatever it is, is thick and ridged, wider than the plug and larger than Shouta’s cock. Katsuki’s whines as it bullies its way inside him one inch at a time. He pants heavily as the burn strums through him and he can actually hear the drops of slick hitting the floor below him as his pussy floods.
“Look at this starving little asshole, gobbling up this monster dick. You were made for this, just a little fuckhole to fill with cock and cum. Bet I could shove my fist in there with how loose you’ll be after I carve out your insides. I’ll put my cock in you and you’ll be so sloppy and loose that it’ll just fall out…Isn’t that right?” Shouta rambles darkly as Katsuki shakes and whines around the cock in his mouth.
He’s never been so full. Every inch seems impossible as Katsuki tries to close his legs when he feels his organs shift around to make room for this new addition. Biting down hard on the hard silicone in his mouth, he wants to yell and curse, but his tongue is weighed down and all that leaks past the gag is little “Mmph” sounds.
Shouta pushes and pushes for what feels like hours, but when it finally stills and a flared base smacks lightly against his cheeks, Katsuki swears that the thing inside him is about to push through his stomach and come out of his mouth. He wiggles and pulls uselessly against his restraints.
“Bet you feel so full, little slut. Bet you think this is your punishment…” Shouta drawls and Katsuki shakes his head futilely at the overbearing pressure inside him. There’s a tap over the base and Katsuki wails when intense vibration fills him all the way to his teeth.
The buzz travels through all of his muscles and makes him quiver uncontrollably. He can even feel it through the walls of his pussy. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
He’s so overwhelmed he doesn’t hear or sense Shouta behind him. Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Harsh strikes of the familiar riding crop against his ass spark little bright bursts behind Katsuki’s eyes. The vibration and flicks of pain against his skin have his brain ping ponging between the sensations.
“Look at you squirm…so fucking desperate and pathetic. Just a little cockwhore. You fucking love this don’t you?!” Shouta snarls, and suddenly a slap over his hole turns the vibrations even higher. “You’re gonna cum just like this with your ass stuffed, aren’t you?”
Katsuki can barely focus on Shouta’s words and his brain practically fizzes when a sharp Thwip lands against his swollen clit, he squeals around the gag, mouthing at the silicone frantically while his eyes bulge open.
He can feel his orgasm building almost too quickly in his abdomen. Oh my god… He clenches tight over the vibrating monster in his ass which just intensifies the sensations. Thwip Thwip Thwip the crop steadily smacks against his swollen nub.
“Cum for me little whore. I know you’re getting close.” Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.
Each little smack against his clit drives Katsuki even higher as he grunts and groans as the strikes grow increasingly harder. He thrashes violently against the straps and tries bucking his hips as the cliff grows nearer. Thwip. Thwip. Thwip.
A scream tears from his throat around the gag and tears drip from his eyes when one biting THWIP hurdles him over the edge and into freefall. He practically convulses against the bench.
He’s barely given a moment to breathe when he feels the vibrations suddenly stop and feels the thick appendage start to pull from inside him. He clenches tightly around it, suddenly anxious about being empty. He whines high pitched through his nose.
“That’s two, little slut. Three more to go,” Shouta says while slowly pulling inch after inch of thick silicone from Katsuki’s ass. When he reaches just the tip, he suddenly plunges the whole thing back in. Katsuki grunts as the impact makes the bench rattle beneath him. “Awww were you worried I was gonna take your toy away?” Shouta snidely asks and tugs the monster plug back out and then drives it back in.
Katsuki’s clit is pulsing with every plunge of the toy inside him. He wishes Shouta would speed up and fuck him with it. He simultaneously hates this and craves more at the same time. He wants to beg…to plead…but all he can do is take it. He and his husband have played rough and experimented, but this is an entirely new level. God…he has three punishments left…
After several minutes of Shouta sedately thrusting the monster cock in and out of Katsuki, he suddenly ‘Tsks’ like he’s disappointed. He thrusts the cock back into the base and leaves it. A warm hand brushes down through Katsuki’s ass crack, brushes over his taint, and drags forward through Katsuki’s folds. He rubs over them firmly. “This cunt is messy, but not sloppy enough. I’ve been neglectful in your punishments, little slut. We should rectify that…”
Shouta’s other hand taps over the plug and a low vibration fills Katsuki, and he sighs heavily through his nose at the feeling. Feels so fucking good…
Katsuki arches when Shouta’s thick fingers press inside him. He can’t tell how many there are, all he knows is that he feels so fucking full. They thrust inside him a few times and spread wide as if testing the give. Another finger joins in and stretches him further. He can feel every time the fingers bump against his vaginal wall and jostle the thick buzzing cock in his ass. Katsuki’s eyes practically roll up when they once again curl up inside him and press firmly over his g-spot. Unfortunately, they don’t linger and he whines when they pull out of him altogether.
“Don’t worry slut, gonna give you something better,” Shouta warns and then taps the base of the plug again and the vibrations intensify.
A slutty moan leaves him when he feels warm skin suddenly brush through his folds. Oh fuck…he wants it . Please. Please. Please.
Shouta’s cock lazily thrusts through Katsuki’s slick, wetting his shaft. “Is this what you want, little slut? Need a real cock to fill you up? I shouldn’t fucking give it to you. This is supposed to be a punishment and only good boys get my cock, but you took your first two so well…be fucking grateful.”
When Shouta’s thick cockhead presses into him, Katsuki feels his whole body go lax and his brain feels like it’s filled with cotton. He grabs Katsuki’s hips tightly and drives in with a sharp punishing thrust, hips smacking against Katsuki’s ass. “So fucking tight,” Shouta grunts and pulls back just to thrust back in roughly. The rhythm he sets is not kind, brutally slamming into Katsuki’s cunt, kissing the cervix with each impact.
Katsuki wishes he could thrust his hips back to meet his husband’s, but is forced to gnaw on the cock in his mouth as his orgasm builds with each impact. One of Shouta’s hands leaves his hip and tugs against the cock in his ass right before the vibration ratchets up. Shouta picks up his pace.
“Gonna fucking cream this pussy, slut,” Shouta coos, words cruel and rough. “My little breeding bitch…Wanna keep you like this all the time, spread open so I can just fill you with cum. You’ll keep it warm for me, won’t you? Yes, you fucking will because I fucking said so. Now cum on my fucking cock!”
With those words, Katsuki fucking explodes. Each one of his synapses fires electricity through him while his eyes flutter. He barely registers Shouta grabbing his hair from behind and yanking his head up while pile driving his spasming cunt with erratic thrusts. He feels a flood of wetness gush around Shouta’s cock and spray down over his legs.
“That’s my perfect fuckhole. Finally doing what you’re fucking told…” Shouta growls and grinds his cock in deep and Katsuki shivers when a gush of warmth spreads inside him coating his insides.
“That’s three, my little cumslut,” Shouta clips out and pulls his softening cock from Katsuki and turns off the vibrations, making the blonde shudder. Katsuki’s eyes stay closed as he breathes heavily through his nose and sucks on the cock in his mouth like a pacifier.
Warm fingers spread his pussy lips wide. “Fucking look at you…leaking my cum everywhere.” A harsh SLAP against his ass has Katsuki cracking open an eye. “You can sleep when you’ve learned your lesson.”
Katsuki’s eyes fly open when the plug in his ass is yanked out with a lewd squelch. He whines at the absence of the weight that had become comfortably settled inside him. But it quickly dies out when he feels slick fingers press around his loose rim. “Loose and sloppy just like I promised, little slut. Could fit three cocks in this hole now.”.
Shouta’s hand travels over Katsuki’s ass and dips down and runs through his folds. Katsuki lets out a little moan when fingers brush over his sensitive clit. Shouta taps against it lightly and then his hand draws backwards through Katsuki’s slick and leaking cum. The hand twists like it’s gathering up all of Katsuki’s escaping juices. Stringing a coherent thought together is becoming harder and harder for Katsuki as he seems to phase in and out of his own body.
“Only two left, little slut,” Shouta coos softly and presses fingers back inside of Katsuki’s pussy. Katsuki shivers, the feeling different without the thick plug pressing against his walls. “That’s four fingers…wonder if we can stretch this cunt wide too. I would be a poor teacher if I didn’t teach each of your holes a lesson.”
Katsuki gives a weak jerk, limbs feeling heavy, when he feels Shouta press his thumb in next to his other fingers and the knuckle grinds heavily through Katsuki’s pussy lips. Katsuki lets out a quiet whimper and tries to squirm away. “No, you’re gonna take it, little slut. You’re gonna take the whole thing,” Shouta rumbles and grinds harder against Katsuki’s twitching opening. “Let me in!”
When Shouta’s fist suddenly pops past Katsuki’s barrier, Katsuki squeals and yanks against his bindings, curling his legs upwards and lifting the spreader bar with them. Jesus Fucking Christ! He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. His head tosses from side to side as Shouta twists his fist inside him and slowly pulls it back through the resisting opening. Tears stream down Katsuki’s face in overstimulation. Too fucking much! Jesus fuck!
He can’t stop it as Shouta’s fist presses back into him quicker than before and pulls back out with sloppy wet sounds. “That’s it. Look at you take it. Now you’re a proper fuckhole,” Shouta praises and works his hand in and out faster, grinding his knuckles against Katsuki’s g-spot with painful accuracy. “This sloppy pussy is gonna squirt, and you’re gonna remember that this is what happens when you break the rules.”
Something new abruptly presses against Katsuki’s clit roughly. The texture is familiar and Katsuki strains, knowing what’s coming…but he’s pinned while his pussy is impaled on Shouta’s fist. An animalistic noise vibrates in his chest when Shouta turns the device on. Typically, the wand vibrator is one of his favorite toys, but right now, as Shouta’s fist punches in and out of his ruined pussy…it catapults Katsuki into a turbulent orgasm that crests with a violence. He feels his walls clench down tightly over Shouta’s fist and it feels like something deep inside him suddenly releases, a flood pouring down from his cunt even around the fist plugging him up.
“Give it to me, cumslut! Take your fucking punishment,” Shouta orders and yanks his fist out. The sound of liquid hitting the floor with a Splat makes Katsuki sink deeper into the fog that now covers his vision and the feelings ravaging his body suddenly seem far away. He willingly floats, high above it all.
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“Katsuki? Hey, baby…Talk to me.”
Katsuki blinks his heavy eyelids open. His Sir is staring down at him. When did he get on the floor? The thought only flits through Katsuki’s mind briefly before he snuggles deeper into his Sir’s chest.
“Baby, are you alright?” His Sir asks, a thread of worry in his tone.
“Mmmmhmmm…” Katsuki answers, tongue thick in his mouth. He blinks, realizing there’s no longer a cock stuffing his mouth.
His Sir’s expression turns soft and he adjusts Katsuki in his lap. Katsuki is laying back against his Sir’s chest when a hand creeps over Katsuki’s hip and travels to his navel.
“You’ve got one more punishment, baby, and then you’re done,” he murmurs into Katsuki’s hair.
“Sir,” Katsuki rasps. “I can’t. Please..”
His Sir just presses down on his clit. “You can give me one more, baby.”
Katsuki whimpers when his Sir’s fingers begin rubbing over the swollen, bright red nub. “Please, no more. I can’t.”
“You know your safewords, Katsuki…” his Sir reminds firmly. “You can do it, baby. Just one more.”
Katsuki squirms as the fingers press down harder and make fast little circles. Sharp pleasurable pain zips through him. He tilts his head back and groans when pressure builds back up in him. He doesn’t want to cum anymore, but his Sir wants it.
“C’mon pretty boy. Be good for me. Cum one more time for me,” his Sir coaxes gently and presses a kiss to Katsuki’s hair while swirling his fingers insistently.
Katsuki’s voice cuts out as the pleasure shoots through him sharply, but then tapers down to muted waves that wash through his limp limbs. This time when he whimpers, Sir takes his fingers away and strokes lovingly over Katsuki’s ribs.
“Did so well, baby,” his Sir murmurs. “So perfect. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Katsuki slurs and sinks further into the man cradling him like he’s precious.