Kiribaku Oneshots

Punishment - Revisited

Hey y'all. I kept seeing all the comments on the first version of this one pointing out particular flaws in how I wrote Bakugou's punishment and aftercare. I've said multiple times that, admittedly, when I had written it, I was still new to the bdsm community, and didn't take certain things into account. Hopefully this will make up for it.

CW: BDSM, Top/DaddyDomKiri;Bottom/BrattySub/borderline little Baku, shibari/bondage, orgasm denial, disciplinary ignoring, cockwarming w/ toys, edging,  aftercare, subspace, hints of little space

Kirishima practically dragged Bakugou into their apartment and pointed to the couch, giving him a warning glare when he didn't sit at first. Bakugou rolls his eyes and sits, slouching into the couch and crossing his arms with a pout.
"Well I don't see what I did wrong," he huffs. They had just gotten back from work. Kirishima crosses his arms and stares down at him.
"What's rule number two, Katsuki?" he inquires. The blonde rolls his eyes again, disregarding the glare his dom gives him.
"'No excessive teasing at work,'" he recites dismissively.
"Ah, so you do remember your rules. So, why then, Katsuki, did I receive multiple pictures of you jerking off during our shift, even after I had already given you three strikes?" Kirishima's question was met with a small cackle. Bakugou looks up at him with a smug grin.
"I bet you turned so damn red,~" he teases.
'So this is how he wants to play, huh?' Kirishima thinks with a growl. 'Fine.' He collects himself with a deep breath.
"Like I said, you're way past three strikes. That means punishment. Go to the bedroom, strip, and wait on the bed for me," he instructs. Bakugou quirks an eyebrow and stands, fully prepared to rebut with sass.
"Yeah? 'N what if I don't?~" he pushes. Kirishima scowls.
"You have till 'three,' Brat."
"Yeah?" He steps forward, getting in his space. "Or what, Daddy?~"
"One..." Bakugou crosses his arms, unmoving, challenging. "Two..." He flips up a middle finger. "Three."

The moment Kirishima reaches 'three,' he bends and wraps an arm around Bakugou's waist, lifting him up and tossing him over his shoulder. He carries the blonde to the bedroom, despite his kicking and protests, and tosses him down on the bed.
"Strip. Now," he commands.
"Yes, Daddy," Bakugou pouts, his tone oozing with sarcasm, but he complies, while his dom crosses to the closet to pick out what he needs for his punishment. He has to be very decisive. He can't give out any discipline that the blonde will enjoy too much. He turns back to the bed with a new bundle of red rope, a fresh bottle of lube, a special remote control vibrator, a cock ring, and one of their smaller dildos. It was one of their first; red and veiny, complete with balls and a suction cup that's still as good as new. It's smaller than Kirishima's dick, and was mainly used to help Bakugou train to be able to take him. It doesn't quite hit the spot anymore, but it's perfect for this instance. Bakugou, stark naked now, glares at the thing and rolls his eyes. 'Really? Is this all he's got?' He sets the supplies down on the bed except for the lube, which he opens and drizzles onto two thick fingers.
"Turn over and get on your knees. Ass in the air," he instructs.
"Fuckin' finally," the blonde mumbles, obeying.
"What was that?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's what I thought. Now hold still." He really didn't need to give the command, since he was holding him still with a hand planted firmly on his hip, while the other got busy stretching him.

To Bakugou's surprise, however, there was no teasing. The piston and spread of the redhead's fingers was purely methodical, only really working to prep him, rather than their usual foreplay. Nevertheless, it had his cock jumping to life and accompanying soft moans with the prep, even without a single graze against his prostate. Kirishima stretches him just enough for the toy, only having to use two fingers, much to Bakugou's dismay. The blonde whines when he pulls away and tells him to turn over again, wanting the third finger that always assured that he'd either be stuffed with one of their bigger toys or his dom's cock.
"Oh? Not satisfied?" Kirishima teases, setting the lube aside and picking up the cock ring. "Well, we don't always get what we want, do we? This is a punishment." Bakugou glares at the thing and pouts, jutting his lip out and crossing his arms.
"Stupid fucking punishment," he mumbles. Kirishima levels him with a stern look.
"Well, this one will be timed. It ends when the time runs out," he explains. "Or, until you apologize." Bakugou flips him off again.
"Fuck you," he spits. Kirishima kneels by the bed and spreads his legs, holding them there while he slips soft silicone over his brat's dick and around his balls. 'That's what I thought.'
"Have it your way, then, Brat," he hums, standing and picking up the rope. "Stand up." Bakugou rolls his eyes and obeys. Whatever this punishment is, it's nothing he can't handle, and no way is it going to break him.