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

Branded by Ink (KiriBaku) Punk Au pt 3

Their lips crashed together the second the apartment door closed. Hands roaming, feeling and squeezing anywhere they could reach. Clothes left littering the floor as Bakugo led the way to the bedroom.

"Such an eager pup," Bakugo cooed, carding his fingers through red hair before yanking, making Kirishima arch back with a whine. "Sit." he commanded firmly.

The second Bakugo's grip laxed, Kirishima dropped to the ground sitting on his feet as he looked up into ruby eyes. His Master was so pretty, his bridge and spiderbite jewelry glinting in the low light, lips red and kiss swollen, chin covered in light blond stubble, one arm covered in art stylistically matching the fresh ink on his own arm, absolutely gorgeous.

"Good boy." Bakugo ruffled Kirishima's hair slightly. "Stay." He went to his closet to grab the things he'd purchased.

Anticipation made Kirishima's heart race as he watched Bakugo methodically lay everything out on the bed.

"Red, take a good look at everything." Bakugo gestured to the things on the bed. "I want to use all of this on you. Is that okay with you, pup?"

Looking over the stuff on the bed, Kirishima took his time allowing himself to properly register the items. He'd never felt the need to use knee pads but they seemed nice as did the mitts and plug. It took him a little longer to figure out what the strap was but eventually figured it was a harness of some sort. His favorite thing, though, was the high-quality leather pup hood. He'd never gotten to use a hood before, and it seemed his first time fully geared out was going to be tonight. "Yeah!" he nodded enthusiastically.

"Excellent." Bakugo grabbed the knee pads. "Belly up, pup."

Without hesitation Kirishima laid back on the ground, brain already fuzzy. He wasn't used to being so exposed, fully on display for his Master. The last person he dated that was willing to play with him was pretty lazy about it, expecting him to get himself ready. He only played twice with them before shifting to just regular sex because he couldn't get in the right headspace for it. This, however, was so different. Bakugo was so different. His presence alone made him want to submit, and now pinned under the gaze of ruby eyes, he slipped effortlessly into his role.

"Such an obedient boy," Bakugo praised, running his hand down Kirishima's leg. "Feet up."

Preening at the praise, Kirishima lifted his feet off the ground.

"Good boy." Bakugo pressed a soft kiss to Kirishima's shin before sliding the knee pads on, then backed up a step. "Kneel."

Kneeling down at Bakugo's feet, Kirishima couldn't help the dopey smile that pulled at his lips. The knee pads fit so well, and they were so soft! Master was taking such good care of him.

"Comfortable?" Bakugo scratched lightly at Kirishima's scalp. He chuckled softly when Kirishima nodded eagerly. "Good. Front paws up."

Kirishima pulled his paws up, sitting back on his heels in a beg position.

"Such a good boy Red." Bakugo grabbed one hand at a time and slipped on the paw mittens. With how large Kirishima's hands were, he was glad he grabbed the biggest set. He was also glad they hadn't finished the sleeve earlier or he wouldn't have been able to use them. "Put some weight on them."

Kirishima leaned forward, pressing down on his paws.

"Good?" Bakugo watched Kirishima's face closely for any signs of discomfort but was only given a bright smile and an enthusiastic nod. "Arms up, pup."

Raising his arms over his head, Kirishima took the opportunity to stretch a bit, his upper back popping slightly.

Chuckling fondly, Bakugo slipped the bulldog harness over Kirishima's shoulders, tightening the straps a fraction so that it was snug but didn't cut into his pup's skin. "That alright?" He lightly ran his fingers through curly black chest hair, letting his hand drop lower into the happy trail below his pup's navel.