thinking about being kidnapped n given to my kidnappers partner as a gift
imagine being taken, cleaned up, tied and dressed up in lingerie. a gag placed gently in your mouth, scared out of your mind and absolutely terrified of what could possibly come next. only for the person who kidnapped you to come in with their partner who is blindfolded, with a grin from ear to ear plastered across their face. and as they remove their blindfold, you hear your kidnapper say “i got them just for you baby. i know you’ve always wanted a pet, a little toy to play with. and now, we have this one to use as much and as often as we please! isn’t that so exciting?”
there were a million panicked thoughts that raced through your head while you were stuck laying there. trying to figure out why anyone would do this to you, why this was happening. and somehow nothing you thought of was even close to the terror that was this. that you were abducted as a gift. you were taken to be someone’s toy, someone’s plaything. their perfect little prize.
and as they both approach you slowly, gently, you can’t help but cry and wiggle and squirm and scream and beg and plead. the fear you felt was overwhelming. they sit on either side of you, gently petting your hair and wiping your tears as one of them says “it’s going to be okay little one, we’re going to have so much fun together! i’m sure you’ll learn to like all of this.. eventually.”
imagine the humiliation after cumming at the hands of your kidnapper for the first time
after trying to fight it off for so long, repressing every moan and sound of pleasure that may of escaped your lips. but you couldn’t take it anymore. it felt too good, it was too much, and you could feel the wave of ecstasy rolling over you while you laid there. sobbing, indescribably embarrassed and humiliated. feeling betrayed by your own body.
and as they praise you they say “yes yes yes, good girl! i knew i would get you there, no one will ever make you feel as good as i do. that’s it baby girl, you can cry. shhhh i know how overwhelming that much pleasure can be, it’s okay. you did so good for me.” as their hand slowly caresses your hair, slowly taking their thumb to wipe the tears from your face.
This was really meant to be something small I was going to write to vent but then it kinda turned into almost 3k words and I even made a banner for it and everything. And you know me and how obsessed I am with friends to lovers pussy whipped bakugo…
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/ reader
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, mentions of reader going through a bad relationship, comfort sex, cheating (not on reader)
