MHA Smut One Shots

My Precious Pet (KiriBaku)

AN: This one is going to contain BDSM, if you don't like it, just skip past this chapter.

Kirishima's POV:

A few years after Bakugo and I had graduated from UA, we had moved in together and started our lives as pro heroes. I love living with him, granted he is Bakugo and we all know how he can get sometimes. But just of recently, I had felt like I had been hiding something from him. I had wanted to get more into the BDSM scene, but I was worried about bringing it up to him. Usually he bottoms and seems to enjoy it, but I am unsure of how he would react to the idea of being a submissive. I think that he knew there was something going on since I had a box hidden in our closet full of things that he's never seen. I know he's never touched it thank god.

I walked in the door of our apartment, slowly closing the door behind me, and taking off my uniform. I stripped down to boxers and threw the rest of my clothes in the hamper when I walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, scrubbing my hands over my dirty face before turning the shower on. I threw my boxers in the hamper as I stepped under the hot water. The water helped relieve some of the tension in my skin and I closed my eyes shut. Then the image of Bakugo had popped in my head. It was intoxicating to imagine Bakugo with a gag in his mouth and tied down to the bed. I gasped and opened my eyes. I knew that I didn't want to hide this fantasy from him anymore and I hoped that he would at least give it a shot.

After I had done showering, I dried myself off and throwing on a pair of comfy jeans. I walked into the kitchen and had seen that Bakugo had gotten back from his hero work as well.

"Want me to make dinner?" He offered.

"Sure why not, surprise me?" I said sitting down at the island.

"Got it, can't promise it how spicy it will be," he winked with a wicked smile. I chuckled at how soft he can present himself behind closed doors. I watched him gather ingredients for Ramen as I stayed at the island, and neck deep in my head. I was trying to figure out how I would bring things up with him and trying to have a plan if things were to go south and not in the good way.

"So uh Bakugo," I lowly stammered.

"Yeah Ej, what's up?" He asked with a slight concern as he was stirring the food.

"What's your opinion on BDSM?" I said all in one breath before clamping my mouth into a tight line. I watched as he set the wooden spoon and slowly turned around to face me.

"I've thought about it, what of it?" I stared at his lips as the words came out and I couldn't manage to squeeze any words out of my mouth in the slightest.

"I take it that's what is in the black box?" He asked, treading lightly before turning back around to check on the food for a little bit. I waited till he turned back around and I had shyly nodded. I carefully watched his expression and it looked like one of pure understanding. Again, this was only a side that I had seen and I had come to cherish it.

"I wouldn't mind trying it out if that is what you want. I had gotten the feeling that was an interest of yours, but I was waiting for you to say it." He smiled at me.

"I want you to also want to try it, like I don't want it to be solely what I want." I stared at the marbled top. Then I felt his calloused hand lift my chin up to meet his.

"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't interested," he lightly kissed my lips. I smiled warmly back at him.

"There are a couple of things that I want to lay out first before we really get into it."

"And that is?"

"Are you okay with me topping?" Bakugo had then turned around and gave me the fuck do you think glare.