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"No, stop-please! I don't want this!"
Katsuki lifted his head up from the bed, his voice hoarse. He felt a hand on the back of his neck push him back down, and in one swift move both his hands and head are trapped, leaving only his ass in the air, just as intended. He could feel the other's breath on his cheek as he moves closer to whisper in his ear.
"Shut up, you slut."
Katsuki felt a cold object tightening around his neck, as he felt the leather and heard the sound of metal he realized what it was, a collar. He couldn't see anything, the blindfold did its job perfectly, so the voice and the firm pull of the leash was all he could follow.
"Kneel."
Said the voice, deep and commanding. Katsuki did so, pulling himself up and kneeling on the bed, eager to please yet still in silent denial. His fully erect member drips with precum. It's both humiliating and arousing. He heard a shuffle, and felt the weight shifting on the bed, when his leash is pulled again, causing him to arch his back.
"Do you know what I'm gonna do to you?"
The voice asked. He felt a slick finger enter him and let out a gasp. The owner of the voice seemed to like that as he picked up the pace and added more fingers. Katsuki could feel the man planting small kisses on his shoulders.
"Answer me."
This time he felt a bite on his right shoulder. He tightens, unknowingly. In between his pants and gasps, all he could manage was a meek "..no." unlike his usual explosive "NO!".
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Bakugou Katsuki."
Katsuki shuddered, savoring the man's fingers enter him, in and out, and what is to come next. He's so aroused he started pushing back against the man's fingers. More, give me more.
The man chuckled, and leaned back to admire the view. Even his silent begging is cute. However, seeing an opportunity, he leans over Katsuki, and with his hand lightly squeezing his neck, the man asked.
"Tell me what you want."
Katsuki groaned, choosing to protest instead of answering. The man tightened his grip on his neck, and swiftly takes his fingers out of Katsuki's hole.
"Answer."
Katsuki can't help but moan, it feels so empty now. He smirked, feeling the man's raging cock against his cheeks, and licks the saliva from his mouth corners.
"Please....fuck me..with this.." Katsuki slowly traced his fingers up the man's shaft, edging him.
"Pathetic." The man uttered with a smile.
With that, the man entered him. Slowly at first, but once he got used to it, the pace quickens. And the more the pace quickens, the harder he is pressed against the bed. To say that he didn't like it is a lie, it felt too damn good. Each time the man hits his sweet spot, the waves of pleasure pulls him closer and closer to heaven.
"Please, I can't-" his weak protests fell on deaf ears as the man continued pumping his dick into him.
Katsuki felt like he was melting into the bed itself. But just as he was about to come, like clockwork, the man pulls him up and stops thrusting.
Both hands restrained to his back, Katsuki is forced to look in front of him as the man pulls the blindfold off one of his eyes. As his eyes focused on the bright lights of the room, Katsuki could see a phone on a stand in front of him.
"Now smile for the camera, baby."
"Stop, plea-"
A swift tug of his face and a wet kiss shuts him up quick. The man thrusts his cock up Katsuki's ass so hard he almost came on the spot. Katsuki shivered at the sudden movement and before he knew it, his protests and pleads of stopping has been drowned out by the sound of his own moans and the man's grunts.
"-I'm close!"
Katsuki exclaims. The man wraps his muscled arms around Katsuki's chest and over his shoulder, hips thrusting vigorously, which only made Katsuki crazier.
"Don't you fucking dare cum without me!"
Katsuki's head is spinning with ecstasy as the man's hard thrusts continues and just as he lets go, the man lets out a moan of pleasure as Katsuki feels warm liquid fills him up from inside and he climaxes on the bedroom floor. Both of them collapse on the bed, a mess of sweat and sex.
Catching his breath, Katsuki pulls off the now wet with sweat blindfold off his face, and flung it across the room. He lets his arms sprawl out across Kiri's chest, and reaches up to touch what he presumes is his neck.
"That was....that was great, Ei.."
Kiri, out of breath, squeezed his fiancee's forearm. He lets out an out of breath laugh.
"I did good?"
"Too fucking good." He squeezes Kirishima's cheeks playfully.
Both of them laid in bed for god knows how long, before Kirishima breaks the silence.
"Don't think we can do that again sometime soon, though."
Katsuki frowned, clearly not pleased. He suggested this roleplay in the first place, and it worked out so well, so why the hell not? Before he could say a word though, Kirishima continued.
"I don't think I can take treating you that rough on a daily basis, you know?"
Katsuki stayed silent, fighting a smile.
What an idiot, he thought. Such an idiot, in fact, that he can't help but be happy even when he refuses to do his bidding. Kirishima pulls him in for a hug.
"I'm sorry, kay? Maybe sometimes, not all the time." Very rich coming from someone who was very good at it, but Kirishima has yet to discover his talent in being a dom.
Katsuki tries to push him off weakly, but the red in his ears already gave him away. Kirishima smiles, and pulls him in closer for a kiss.
"...s'hot."
Katsuki manages meekly, yet his arms wraps around the others' naturally. Kirishima reaches up to grab the A/C remote and to the side for some tissues on the way. He switches on the A/C.
"I'm gonna clean you up a bit, okay?"
"...mm."
Kirishima calmly cleans up the now oozing liquid from Katsuki, and pats his butt dry when he's finished. He kisses Katsuki's shoulders.
"Turn around?"
"No."
"But I wanna see your face."
Katsuki grumbles but turns around anyway, face half-covered by a pillow. Kirishima finds it incredibly endearing when he gets shy after sex like this. He leans over to kiss Katsuki on the forehead, Katsuki closes his eyes briefly as he does.
"I love you, Katsuki."
What is this, a kdrama?, Katsuki thought. Yet, he feels like saying something back. After all, he wouldn't be in this relationship if he just takes and never gives. So he leans over and kisses the scar over Kirishima's eye, a habit he has that he himself never noticed.
"Don't think you're the only one, dumbass."
Kirishima laughs, and Katsuki felt tight in his chest.
God, he's so fucking whipped, isn't he? But, if it's for this guy, maybe it's worth it.