#rohan is a kinky mf and i declare it to be canon

[thus-spoke-lo]

Power and Control: Rohan x Reader smut

This turned out uhhhhh a lot longer than I was aiming for. My first smut fic in probably about 6-ish years, so I'm still a little rusty.

Summary: As Rohan's beleaguered assistant, you struggle to keep up with his ever-changing standards. When he's had enough of your mistakes, it's time for you to accept the consequences. Content notes: Fem!Reader, dubcon, spanking, degradation kink Word count: 2901

NSFW/18+ below the cut, minors DNI

You winced as you heard your name being called from the other room for the fifth time today. Rohan sounded irritated, yet again. But then again, you thought, when isn’t he? Rohan appeared in the doorway of the den where you were working at organizing hundreds of sketchbooks onto a set of bookcases. You looked up to see him in a huff, hands on hips. “(Y/n), this is the third time this week you’ve categorized these files incorrectly.”

You set down the books you had been filing and clasped your hands in front of you. This was only your second week of working for Rohan, and you were quickly becoming exasperated with his expectations. “Rohan-sensei, I’m so sorry. It’s just this is also the third time you’ve changed how they’re supposed to be categorized, so I’m having a little trouble keeping up.”

He held one hand to his temple, shaking his head and letting out a theatrical sigh. “How am I supposed to trust you as an assistant and archivist if you can’t even follow simple instructions?”

“You’re absolutely right, sensei,” you said through gritted teeth, nodding politely. “I’ll do better to keep up.”

“I certainly should hope so,” Rohan said as he walked back out into the hallway, looking over his shoulder at you, “or there will have to be consequences.” He gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he disappeared around the corner and back into the rest of his home. You felt a strange sensation in your stomach as you tried to process the look Rohan had given you as he made his exit—there was something other than the anger or disappointment you had expected, something that felt wanting and hungry, with a glimmer of cruelty. You tried to shake off the feeling in your core as just another part of the building anxiety you felt trying to keep up with his demands, and you went back to organizing.

The next day, you were kneeling on the floor of another one of Rohan’s spare rooms, trying to organize old receipts for taxes, when he threw open the door and held a book aloft. “You’ve done it again, (y/n)! I found another one of my sketchbooks in the wrong spot!”

You set down your papers, your mind spinning at how you could have possibly done what you were accused of—you were meticulous in your work, especially after the stern lecture and vague threat you’d been given yesterday. “But Rohan-sensei, you told me that red ones go on the third shelf…?”

“I told you that yesterday. Today, I told you I wanted them in the other bookcase.”

You stared at him intently, furrowing your brow. “Rohan-sensei, I really can’t apologize enough, but changing how you want things organized every day has been confusing, and I feel like it’s unreasonable to expect that I won’t make any mistakes.”

He dropped the book on the floor, the noise startling you. “(Y/n), I feel like you aren’t taking this seriously. We discussed yesterday, there will be consequences for this type of behavior, and for your insubordination.”

“Please, sensei, I can’t lose this job,” you said, springing to your feet. This was by no means easy work, and Rohan was quickly becoming nearly impossible to work with, but it paid far better than any of the other entry-level jobs in Morioh paid. “I’ll do what I need to so I can follow instructions better,” you exclaimed, thinking of your mounting school debt, your rent, and various other bills looming above your head. “I’ll take notes, I’ll make recordings every morning of your instructions! Whatever I need to do!” You felt an angry flush come across your cheeks, and you fought back the start of tears. “Just please, please, don’t fire me. I really need this job.”

Rohan scoffed. “The thought of firing you hadn’t even crossed my mind. That type of overdramatic reaction over a few misplaced notebooks is beneath me, I’m astonished you would think that of me. Besides, I doubt I could find another assistant who seems so…eager to please.” He leaned against the doorway and looked you up and down, with the same spark in his eyes that you had seen the day before, the one that seemed ravenous. “But you do need to face some consequences. Let us see how well you can follow these instructions, then. Come with me.” Confused, you walked towards him and he grabbed you by the wrist, walking you towards his office. What is he going to do, have me do extra chores or something? you wondered. He opened the door and pulled you in, stopping just inside the doorway. The room was mostly barren, save for a set of triangular bookcases, some file cabinets, a small couch, and his work surface.

“Now go bend over the desk.” He pointed to the oversized wooden desk towards the back of the room.

You didn’t even know where to begin with this request and found yourself barely able to eke out a “What?”

His eye darkened. “You heard me. Go bend over the desk.”

You nervously did as instructed, feeling a chill run down your spine. You knew what may be coming for you, but you hoped that he wouldn’t dare, he couldn’t—he was a professional and you were just his employee, he would never do such a thing. You bent over and placed your hands on the desk, feeling the smooth, cool wood on your palms. The air was still, and you waited what seemed like an eternity for your next instruction. God I want this job but…how much?

“Now take off your skirt.”

You turned around and peered at him over your shoulder. “Excuse me? I don’t know what you think you’re doing—“

“I didn’t ask,” he said sternly, arms crossed. “Prove to me you can listen, and take off your skirt.”

Your heart pounded furiously inside your chest, and you exhaled shakily, feeling a sudden flush spread across your cheeks. The tone of his voice, the predatory look in his eyes, his posture, his words…were you actually enjoying this? No, this is degrading what he’s doing, you thought as you unzipped your skirt and slid it down over your hips, letting the fabric hit the floor with a soft whump. You kicked it off to the side of you and resumed your position bent over his desk, your thin cotton panties now the only thing shielding your slit from his wanting gaze. And then you waited.

And waited.

And waited.

As you stood there, exposed in the quiet stillness, the only sounds your unsteady breaths and the pounding of blood in your ears with every heartbeat, you felt your panic and anxiety slowly dissolve into curiosity and—no, not that—arousal? You felt a tingling and warmth start to creep between your legs, as you waited for Rohan to exact his punishment and wondered what he may do to you—what did you want him to do to you? You couldn’t deny that his cold demeanor was intriguing to you, and his slim, surprisingly muscular body, shown off in crop tops and low slung pants, often caught your eye as he directed your daily activities. There was something you enjoyed, maybe too much, about taking direction from him. Stop it, you thought as you clenched your eyes shut, this isn’t the time for that! You finally heard soft footsteps behind you, and Rohan placed one hand on your lower back, applying gentle pressure. You closed your eyes, not sure what would come next. Suddenly, there was a stinging pain and you squealed as you felt a swift clap across your right buttock. You whipped your head around to try to catch Rohan’s eye as you yelped “What the hell are you doing?”

Rohan gently ran his hand across the spot on your barely-clothed ass that he had just smacked. “I am doing what I told you I would do, which is ensure you faced consequences for your behavior. Now, (y/n), the sooner we get back to it, the sooner your punishment can be over, and you can get back to work.”

You shifted your hips to try to get out from under his hand, but he pressed down on your lower back again as he landed another slap, and another, and another. You struggled under the sting of his palm, as searing hot pain spread across your cheek, a redness blooming on your tender skin. You gasped after each one landed, struggling to find yourself and barely able to catch your breath. As the blows continued, each a few moments apart, you felt hot tears began to well in your eyes, and soon they were streaming down your cheeks and dripping onto the desk. Your palms were no longer flat, having balled your hands into fists, getting tighter and tighter with each slap that rippled across your skin. Rohan finally came to a stop after what felt like an eternity, and you felt him readjust his body to switch to his other hand on lower back. “Only a little longer,” he murmured, rubbing his palm in a light circle on your left buttock, seemingly setting the target for where he would attempt to land his next punishing strikes.

You started to openly sob at the realization that the punishment was to continue, and yet, as your sensitive skin burned in the cool air of the room as the redness intensified, you felt your cunt pulse and quiver. The pain had awakened something deep within you, a desire that ran like lightning bolts through your nerves, and a pleasure that was unspeakable. You felt completely helpless under your Rohan-sensei’s resilient hands, and having this level of surrender and realization of just how vulnerable you were caused your aching cunt to flood with wetness. The smacks continued, still spaced moments apart, this round equally as painful as the last. You continued to cry out in pain after each blow, though you found yourself starting to slip into a state of quiet pleasure the longer it went on, and though the pain still caused you to squirm and shout, you almost started to accept the feeling and crave the sharp sting of your sensei’s hand.

Finally, he stopped. He took his hand off your lower back, and you felt your knees start to buckle a little as silent tears still ran down your face; your body and spirit were both weak and vulnerable. After a moment, you abruptly heard from behind you: “You’re absolutely disgusting, you little whore. You enjoyed this punishment, didn’t you, (y/n)? You are absolutely soaked.” You were drawn out of your near-hypnotic state and realized that you had given yourself away. He slowly ran his finger up and down the growing wet spot on your panties. You let out a small moan as the cool, damp fabric clung to your swollen cunt, and he settled his finger over the bit of fabric covering your throbbing clit, his fingers making slow circles as he pressed them into you.

“Oh my, you’re enjoying this aren’t you, you filthy girl?” he growled. “You’ve made such a mess of these panties.” He pulled them aside just slightly, and inserted two fingers into your dripping hole.

“S-sensei!” you cried, the pleasure of having his fingers slowly moving in and out overtaking you. “I-I don’t know what happened, I swear.” A moan mixed with a sob hitched in your throat as you found yourself pushing yourself back ono his fingers, the sounds of your slickness coating his digits as you bounced yourself against his hand echoing through the cold room.

“I know exactly what happened, (y/n),” he teased. “You are a filthy girl who craves punishment, and you can’t help yourself. My hands on your flesh made you insatiable, and your cunt gave away your dirty secret.” He slid his fingers out of you and gave your swollen clit one last swipe with his fingers, spreading your juices across your folds, then commanded, “Take off your panties.”

“S-sensei?”

“I said take them off. Now. Don’t make me wait another second.”

“Yes, sensei,” you managed to mumble as you hurriedly pulled down your soaked panties, throwing them off to the side and resuming your bent over position. You face flushed with humiliation as you felt your juices drop down the insides of your quivering thighs, revealing the intensity of your shameful pleasure. You heard a soft chuckle come from Rohan. He leaned over, his face nearing yours, and you felt the heat of his body against you, and the silken fabric of his shirt brush your back. “Good girl,” he purred softly into your ear. “Now that I’ve gotten you good and wet, let’s see if you can still follow instructions. I want you to spread your legs like a good slut.”

You nodded vigorously, finding yourself unable to open your mouth. You spread your legs apart as directed, and felt a rush of the cool air against your wet, warm cunt. You heard the rustling of fabric behind you, and then suddenly felt the smooth head of Rohan’s cock pressing against your slit; he slowly started to grind against the length of you, as you coated him in your slick.

“Oh Rohan-sensei pleasedon’t tease me,” you found yourself blurting out, in between heaving breaths.

Rohan stopped and held still, his manhood pulsing against your needy cunt. ��Then beg for it.”

“Oh please, pleaseRohan-sensei,” you whined, practically in tears as your wet hole throbbed, desperate to feel him push into and fill you. “Please I need it, I need you inside me so bad.”

“Good girl,” he growled, as he pushed past your wet lips and entered you, the fullness of his cock stretching you as he pushed deep into you, your walls tensing around him. He slowly pulled himself back out, leaving just the very tip of the head inside your wanting hole. You knew he was teasing you, and you let out a pained moan, unable to find the words to please him to fill you again. The desperation in your voice made him throb and grow even harder than he had been, as he plunged himself deep into you, rewarding you for your plaintive cries. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging deep into your flesh, as his thrusts became even harder and he slammed against your cervix, causing you to yelp as it sent shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. You could hear the enjoyment in his groans as he would grab and squeeze at the red, stinging marks on your ass while he thrust, causing you to squirm under his touch, and your walls to tighten around his shaft as the pain radiated through you. With every cry, every little scream, every shout of pleasure or pain, you felt him swell and grow harder, your agony bringing him the utmost cruel pleasure.

His breaths started to become shallower and faster as his hips slapped against your ass, the sweat and juices from both your bodies spraying into the air. Finally Rohan groaned loudly as he pulled your hips towards him, pushing his length deep into your dripping hole. His hips shuddered and he let out a long, deep moan as you felt his cock pulsate and a warmth filled your aching sheath. He loosened his grip on your hips slightly, his cock still twitching inside of you as he intended to let every last drop of his cum fill you. He slowly pulled himself out of your swollen, messy cunt, and you felt his warm juices run down your legs, the sensation causing your tortured clit to pulse. You stood up and turned around to face Rohan; he was glistening with sweat, small beads of it making their way down his temples and neck.

He stood close to you and grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing your gaze to meet his. “Well, (y/n), you seem to have proven you can in fact listen after all.” He grinned, clearly feeling smug about the trembling wreck that he had made of you, as he gently caressed you cheek. “Now go clean yourself up and bring me a towel like the good, capable assistant you are.” You went off to the bathroom to dry yourself off, and while you were there, admired Rohan’s handiwork in the mirror, seeing your asscheeks both screaming red, the skin tight and swollen. You then quickly scurried back with a towel for Rohan-sensei, walking in to see him leaning back against the desk, pants still around his ankles, his cock glistening with your mingled juices. He smirked as he took the towel from you. “Now, (y/n), you have a few hours of your workday left. Let’s go see if you can follow directions this time and be compliant, shall we?”

A shiver went through your body, one that you felt deep between your legs, as you thought about his strong hands smacking your ass and his cock buried deep inside you. You felt a yearning deep in the pit of your belly, a desire to feel his hands landing blows on your still-sore behind, and to feel him grabbing your hips and filling you with his thickness again. You smiled and shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to see about that, sensei.”