⚠️ CW: pet play

Bakugou wants to try pet play but he’s pretty embarrassed about it. Kirishima is a super open and supportive bf though, and eventually he coaxes Bakugou into talking about it and they come up with a compromise.
They’ll start small. No collars and leashes, no plugs with furry tails hanging off the end. No being led around at Kirishima’s will and certainly no eating or drinking out of bowls on the floor.

Just ears.
Kirishima splurges, of course, and buys him a really nice set.

They’re cat ears, a sandy color that matches his hair and darkens to black at the tips.
Bakugou looks beautiful in them, but Kirishima doesn’t tell him yet. He knows he’s too self conscious.
Instead, Kirishima checks the fit, asks about safe words (not that he thinks they’ll need them, but just in case), takes care of practical things.

Draws as little attention as possible to the ears while Bakugou gets used to them, used to trusting him like this.
They agree beforehand to experiment with a simple blowjob; Bakugou isn’t sure if he wants to be fucked like this yet.

So, Kirishima sits on their couch and Bakugou slowly sinks to his knees in front of him, cheeks a blotchy red.
Kirishima smiles softly at the pretty sight. He reaches out and cards a hand through his hair, curving it carefully around one ear.

“You look gorgeous like this, kitten,” he says quietly.

Bakugou whines; the noise sounds broken, like its torn from his throat against his will.
Still though, his pupils are already blown wide.

Kirishima withdraws his hand and moves it to his unbutton his pants. He shimmies out of them, pushing them below his knees before drawing his cock, already half hard, from his underwear.

“This what you want, kitten?”
Bakugou looks at it, desire evident on his face, then back up at Kirishima. He doesn’t move.

He’s still too in his head.

Kirishima closes his eyes and tilts his head back, a silent gesture to make Katsuki more comfortable. He’ll open them again once he gets started.

(tbc)
For a few moments, nothing happens, but Kirishima’s a patient guy, and he knows his boyfriend. Bakugou will come to him when he’s ready.

Sure enough, only about a minute passes before Kirishima hears rustling in front of him.
A second later, Bakugou’s touching his cock. Kirishima hums in satisfaction.

His movements are timid at first, but more than that, they’re noticeably clumsy...

...almost as if Bakugou’s curled up his fingers and is /pawing/ at him, rather than touching him like a human would.
Just the mental image is so cute that Kirishima has to bite quickly down on a smile.

He knows Bakugou would take it the wrong way, and if he thought he was being laughed at, that would be the end of this kink.
Kirishima forces himself to relax into the feeling, hoping it’ll help get Bakugou out of his own head and into the moment if he lets himself go a bit, too.
Bakugou continues fumbling around with his dick, playing with it and pushing it back and forth along his leg like a cat toying with its prey.

And to his own surprise, Kirishima’s fully hard in an almost embarrassingly short amount of time.
Maybe he’s more into this than he thought.
Bakugou paws more forcefully at his swollen cock, and Kirishima feels it bobbing in midair.

He’s not sure if it’s the role play or the sensory deprivation from his closed eyes or just the fact that he’s on full display, but he can’t hold back the way his breath hitches.
For a second, Bakugou freezes, and Kirishima feels his own cheeks going ruddy at his reaction.

He needs to get it together; he probably isn’t exactly playing the commanding dom that Bakugou wants right no-

Kirishima’s thoughts go blank as Bakugou actually fucking /purrs/.
And holy shit, yeah, he’s definitely more into this than he thought.

It’s pretty undeniable from the way his cock twitches and another small moan slips from his lips, all from the simple sound of his boyfriend’s pleased rumble.
Bakugou shuffles around, trapping Kirishima’s length between his paws.

Kirishima knows what’s coming, but the first touch of Bakugou’s tongue to his cock has the air whooshing from his lungs as his eyes fly open.
“/Oh fuck/“ he moans, hips bucking involuntarily as he takes in the sight before him.

It’s not like Bakugou’s usual head, where he’ll start by licking a fat stripe up his entire length and proceed to ram him down his throat as fast as he can, like its a competition or something.
Bakugou’s barely touching him at all, actually.

His eyes are closed, furry ears tilted toward Kirishima as he tongues the head of his cock with minuscule movements, lapping at it with a gentle curiosity.
He fucking looks like a kitten lapping up milk, and that has no goddamn right to be so /fucking hot/.

He’s the picture of innocence, and it makes Kirishima want to blow his load all over his cute little face.
Bakugou’s tongue moves to his slit, collecting his precome with tiny strokes as Kirishima’s eyes roll back in his head. He feels crazy sensitive, despite the barely there touches.
When Kirishima refocuses his gaze, Bakugou is pulling back slightly, and a string of spit and pre is connecting him to the head of his dick.

Kirishima fucking /whines/.
“Sh-shit, baby boy, s-so good,” Kirishima stutters, carding a hand through soft hair to scratch shakily behind an ear. “M-my pretty kitten.”

Bakugou purrs again, and finally, after what feels like ages, he takes Kirishima’s cockhead into his mouth.
Kirishima moans, loud, the sound being ripped from his throat with no chance of him stopping it as Bakugou swirls the tip of his tongue around him. He’s still slow, gentle and curious in his ministrations, hardly applying any pressure.
Kirishima absolutely should not be as close as he is, just from this, but then Bakugou starts fucking /suckling/ at his cock, and the sensation alone is enough to have Kirishima crying out again.
A rush of warmth pools around him in Bakugou’s mouth, and suddenly drool is slipping from the corners of his lips, dribbling down his chin.

“Oh my god,” Kirishima pants, cock twitching violently. “Oh god, you’re s-so fucking hot, kitten.”
At this, Bakugou finally opens his eyes. His lids part slowly, as if he’s forgotten their function, and when he meets Kirishima’s gaze, his eyes are glassy and his pupils blown wide.
He looks so innocent, so pliant, purring and drooling and sucking gently at the head of Kirishima’s cock while the length is clutched clumsily between his paws.

“Oh shit, kitten,” Kirishima warns.
Bakugou pulls back, but it’s still too much. His movements are slow and he looks so fucked out as he pulls off Kirishima’s cock, letting the head drag over his wet, swollen lips, that Kirishima can’t hold back.

“/K-Katsuki/,” he moans as his orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks.
He fights to keep his eyes open, watching a look of dazed surprise overtake Bakugou’s features as he paints his face with hot spurts of come.
“Oh my god,” Kirishima pants. “I-I’m so sorry, baby, I-“

Kirishima cuts himself off as he watches Bakugou bring a hand to his face, pawing at Kirishima’s come before drawing it away.

He spreads his bent fingers, watching come drip over his knuckles.
Kirishima curses under his breath.

Bakugou hardly seems to hear him. He moves his paw to his lips, then starts lapping up Kirishima’s release, motions small and curious just like they’d been on his cock.

Belatedly, Bakugou meets his wide eyes.
“/Holy fuck.../,” Kirishima murmurs, transfixed by the sight.

Around Bakugou’s pointed tongue and come-covered paw, Kirishima can barely make out the hint of a smirk.

Yeah. Kirishima /definitely/ likes this more than he thought he would.
* * *
Much, much later, when Bakugou was fucked out and asleep against his chest, ears long since removed, Kirishima is scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other draws lazy circles on his partner’s back.

With a few final taps of his screen, he enters his card information.
‘Order confirmed! Your package will ship within two business days,’ the screen announces.

Kirishima grins.

He can’t wait to surprise his kitten with a new collar.

Even if it /is/ already clear who owns who around here, and it sure as hell isn’t Kirishima running the show.
As if on cue, Bakugou groans and bats sleepily at his bright phone.

“Go the fuck to sleep, Ei,” he grouses without opening his eyes.

Kirishima’s smile widens.

“Yes, kitten,” he says cheerily, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He sets down his phone obediently and snuggles closer to Bakugou, closing his eyes.

Kirishima falls asleep almost instantly, warm and happy and exactly where he’s meant to be. He sleeps with the ghost of his smile still plastered on his face.
😻 end 😻
fanart of the pretty kitten 🐈💕 (click the link to love on the original post please!) https://twitter.com/claire82169360/status/1192565283115978753?s=21
LOOK AT HIM! <3 https://twitter.com/Claire82169360/status/1192631991084179459?s=20
im absolutely crying at this fanart by @PastelHurrican1 LOOK AT HIS EARS 🥺💕🐈 https://twitter.com/pastelhurrican1/status/1193208432620449804?s=21
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