MHA Smut-Shots [Closed] (Moving to ao3 with the same username)

Branded by Ink (KiriBaku) Punk Au pt 2

The next day, on his way back from lunch, Bakugo noticed a familiar shade of red heading his way.

"Right on time Red." Bakugo smirked, pulling open the door for Kirishima.

"Well it isn't manly to keep a pretty thing like yourself waiting, now is it?" Kirishima teased, risking a wink.

Fighting a blush, Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Did you remember to bring food?"

"I did." Kirishima smiled warmly, holding up the bag of takeout.

"God, please don't tell me you eat this garbage regularly." Bakugo ushered him into the shop, taking the bag from him to place in the small fridge they had for later.

"Probably more than I should." Kirishima admitted sheepishly.

"Can you not cook?"

"I can, but mostly breakfasts. Pancakes, waffles, bacon, and I can cook eggs every which way to Sunday." Kirishima beamed brightly.

"Better than nothing." Bakugo smirked, "Come on big guy, let's get ya prepped." He led Kirishima to the back worktable, surprised to see the light in the room already on. "What the fuck?"

"Hey C-4." Sero smiled at him as he finished running the ribbon through the corset piercings down Kaminari's back.

"Hi!" Kaminari giggled, glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Why on my table?" Bakugo glared a hole into the back of Sero's head.

"Sorry, thought we had a little more time. The lighting in here makes for great pictures." Sero shrugged, pulling out his camera. "Just going to take a few photos won't take long at all." He quickly snapped the photos he needed.

"We'll get out of your way now." He wiggled his eyebrows as he ushered Kaminari out of the room and snapped a candid of the two on the way out when they weren't looking.

"That was interesting." Kirishima chuckled lightheartedly.

"They do shit like that about once a month." Bakugo rolled his eyes, "Usually they have the decency to not do it on my table. Just give me a second." He grabbed some wipes and cleaned off the table before patting it for Kirishima to take a seat.

Sitting patiently on the workbench, Kirishima watched Bakugo get everything ready, shave his arm, and place the stencils all the way down to his knuckles. He could already tell some of the spots today were going to hurt like a bitch. This might be a problem.

"How's that Red?" Bakugo prepped his machine as Kirishima took a look at the stencil in the mirror.

"Badass, can't wait to see when it's finished." Kirishima smiled brightly.

When Kirishima sat back down, Bakugo got to work just as a muffled moan sounded though the shop. Both boys looked at each other confused. Bakugo turned off the machine and they listened a little closer.

*Oh fuck yeah~ right there Hanta~* Kaminari's voice only just barely carried through the walls.

Wide eyed, Kirishima looked over to Bakugo who was equally dumbfounded.

Bakugo knew they'd fucked in the shop before, but they'd never done it while he was around and especially not when he had a client.

*FUCK YES!*

"OI! KEEP IT DOWN! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING WORK HERE!" Bakugo shouted, his voice reverberating in the small room.

"SORRY!" Sero sounded smug and not at all ashamed or sorry.

"DON'T MAKE ME GO OVER THERE! I'LL TOSS YOU OUT BY YOUR DICK PIERCINGS!" Bakugo barked back.

"PROMISE?" Sero's voice trailed off into a moan.