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"If you are doing whatever a shepherd is ordering you to do, 

then you are a real sheep, a poor submissive being!"

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(Fluff)

(Angst)

Embarrassment isn't a good enough word to describe the feeling that washed over Kirishima the moment he came out of whatever fog his mind was in, and found himself naked in a bathtub with Katsuki stroking his wet hair back and watching him carefully. It was more like dread, total fear that short-circuited his nervous system as memories came crashing down. Oh god.

"Welcome back," Katsuki murmured causing heat to rush to Kirishima's face and neck as his eyes dart anywhere other than the blond perched on the edge of the tub. "How are you feeling?" Katsuki asked him, a hand still brushing his damp hair back.

Kirishima looked around, unsure of - well- everything now. The last thing he could fully remember was Master Kai and the stupid mistake he made to go into a playroom with him. Thankfully, Katsuki and Master Aizawa stopped anything serious form happening. Then everything got foggy and memories came flooding back of his pathetic begging to be punished.

"Uh - well, I feel fine now..." Kirishima replied, watching the ash-blond who stood up and grabbed a towel before handing it out to him. Looking down, his blushed returned with a vengeance as the clear water hid nothing when it came to his nudity.

"Don't be shy now, you need to get out before you prune," Katsuki smirked and shook the towel in his hand. Everything about this situation brought waves of embarrassment to him. At first, he made a fool of himself at the club, then begged Katsuki to spank him, and now he is naked in a bathtub with barely any memory of the full details of what happened.

However, before he could open his mouth to ask anything, Katsuki snapped his fingers and gave a sharp look at him, clearly a bit annoyed at his dumbfounded staring and stillness.

"I said to get out," Katsuki repeated in a low voice that had Kirishima quickly forcing his limbs to move as he carefully hauled himself out of the water onto shaky legs. "Good boy," the blond chuckled and wrapped him in the warm towel. Warmth spread throughout his body at Katsuki's dominant attitude that was surely brought on by his behavior last night.

"S-Sorry," He mumbled and hugged the towel around his torso as Katsuki supported his weight and helped him into the master bedroom that he instantly recognized as belonging to the ash-blond. "Thank you," he whispered once they arrived and Katsuki helped him sit down on the mattress.  

"You're welcome," Katsuki seemed hesitant for a moment, almost a bit confused as the blond watched him. Kirishima knew that whatever door he opened last night was still wide open and that Katsuki would be clearing that up any moment now. "What do you remember from last night?" There is was.

Kirishima bit down on the flesh of his bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth as his eyes focused on his lap that was only covered by the fluffy white towel. What would Katsuki think of him if he told the truth and said that he pretty much remembers it all, up until the end of the punishment? Kirishima meant everything he said, he wanted to stay with Katsuki, it was the only place he felt safe.

"I would answer me if I were you, pet. I understand you are a bit dazed but you need to talk to me in order for us to work this out." Katsuki snapped, making him sit up straight almost automatically and release his lip form between his teeth. The look on the blond's face told him that he needed to speak up and stop keeping everything inside his head.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry... I remember leaving the club with you and then waking up in your bed." Kirishima paused, feeling his face heat up with what was about to slip off his tongue. He glanced at Katsuki who raised a brow for him to continue. "I remember asking for my punishment, sir." He breathed out lowly, embarrassment washing over him making him hang his head in shame. How pathetic of a man does someone have to be to break down and beg to be punished? This is so wrong.

A cool finger tapped his chin, jolting him out of his negativity and making him look up to see Katsuki standing closer than before, hovering over him slightly.

"Get out of your head, tell me what you're thinking." The blond ordered and he knew not to try and dodge his way around it, Kat has never made fun of him before, Kat is safe. Taking a deep breath, he nodded and twirled his fingers on the edge of the towel.

"I am... embarrassed for my behavior last night... sir." Quickly adding 'sir' on the end, the afterthought reminding him that he wanted this. He wanted Katsuki as his Master, his owner, his everything. Kirishima didn't want to go back to the club alone again, nor feel the horrible fear and anxiety he felt when trying to service another dominant. Katsuki took the majority of the fear away for some odd reason.

"Why are you embarrassed, pet?" Katsuki placed his hand onto Kirishima's air-dried hair and brushed his fingers through the slightly knotted strands. He closed his eyes and sighed at the contact, not minding the warm feeling it sent through his body, it almost made him forget why he was embarrassed, almost as if it didn't matter anymore. 

The only thing that reminded him to speak was the slight tug he received in his hair form his lack of communication. A gasp parted his lips and his pulse quickened at the silent threat from the dominant beside him.

"I don't really know, I just feel bad. I feel weak for breaking down at the club and then making you take care of me like that..." He quickly blurted out and widened his eyes, staring up at the man gripping into his hair lightly. Quickly adding a squeaked out 'sir' at the end of his sentence made Katsuki smirk at him and run his finger along his jaw.

"First of all, you didn't make me take care of you. Secondly, there is no need to be embarrassed about anything. I wouldn't have carried out the punishment if I didn't think you needed it, and last night you needed it." Katsuki stroked through his hair once more before ruffling it up a bit and smirking. Kirishima wanted to ask what this means for them now, he wanted to know if he could stay and if Katsuki wanted him to stay.

His nerves getting the best of him, his mind running a bit wild with his worries and embarrassment, making it near impossible to even speak. It felt like someone had weights on his chest, closing off his lungs access to his vocal cords as his brain screamed at him to just shut up and not make it worse.

"Eijiro," Katsuki started, making him jump and look up at the blond with worried eyes, he wonders if the insecurity he felt deep inside was visible to the man standing in front of him. "Do you want to sign a contract with me, do you want to stay with me?" Katsuki looked hesitant but was smiling softly, and for a moment, Kirishima wanted to shout with excitement. 

However, he held himself back, only allowing his leg to bounce with the energy buzzing around inside his body from this simple offer. Katsuki wanted him. The thought was instantly squashed when the negative thought came crashing back down. What if he was only doing this out of pity. His face must have given him away because Katsuki cupped his face in both of his large hands and forced him to look up into Katsuki's burning eyes.

"Speak, stop holding those thoughts inside," Katsuki said with a stern tone to his voice. "I can tell something is bothering you, spit it out." The ash-blond added on the end and everything inside the redhead's body told him to hold it all in, to never let Katsuki see his demons, they would only ruin a good thing.

However, his tears spilled over, creating warm and salty streaks down his face as he locked eyes with Katsuki. Everything came flooding back to him, the years of abuse and trauma from his younger years. The depression and self-deprecation that he lived with for so long, his fear of physical touch, all of it came crashing down as Katsuki offered up the one thing he so desperately wanted. Safety and belonging.

"Hey, hey, breathe for me, sweetheart," Katsuki brushed the tears away from his face yet they still kept falling, his quiet tears turned into sobs as his whole body shakes.

"I w-want t-that!" He sobbed, gasping for air as Katsuki sat down on the bed and pulled him back against the blond's firm chest. His arms wrapped around his quivering form while one hand keeps brushing away tears.

"Shh, it's okay, pet. It's okay. I'm right here, you can have that. I'm yours, please breathe, sweetheart." Katsuki soothed him, rubbing his back and sides, pressing soft kisses to the side of his head and speaking soothing words to him as Kirishima cried painfully.

It all hurt. Everything he has held in for so long suddenly felt as if it began crawling out of his pores. Katsuki would never want him if he knew all the horrible things that were done to him. He was used, damaged goods, and had way too many issues.

It would only be a matter of time before the blond would get tired of him and toss him aside for someone better, less broken, and all-around better for his best friend. The loving touches from Katsuki were welcomed with open arms, but the idea of the rough and dominating sex and control that Katsuki needed scared him. Would he ever be able to give him that, knowing that his fears would rear their ugly heads each time? Kat never pushed him too far though, the rational side of him tried to argue.

His sobs grew louder as his doubts and insecurities scratched to the surface, yet the whole time Katsuki held him tightly, keeping the redhead's back pressed firmly to the blond's chest. Katsuki's arms both wrapped snuggly around his waist, only moving to wipe his tears or rub his arms soothingly.

He doesn't know how long they stayed that way, but Katsuki soon pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, making him blink a few times and realize he was no longer crying, only sitting there silently, tired, and scared.

"Are you okay now, sweetheart?" Katsuki's hushed voice was low and calm in his ear, a shiver ran through him as he nodded. "Talk to me, Eiji. Are you unhappy with my offer?" Oh, how wrong could you be Kat? Kirishima wanted nothing more than to belong to the one person who made the demons go away, but it would never work.

"I do..." Kirishima croaked out, his voice dry and sore from wailing and the uncontrollable sobbing. "You don't know what you're asking for," Kirishima whispered, his voice breaking as the sadness washed over him again, raising gooseflesh along his arms as tears prick his eyes again.

"Then tell me, Eiji. I wanted you from the moment I saw your dumb hair in the night club and you jumped in my arms as if it was the most normal thing." Katsuki's arms tightened around his hips, pulling him back against the blond's chest. 

"I wanted to help you grow and to watch you flourish ever since I saw that sadness in your beautiful eyes, Ei. I know you aren't telling me something, I can wait however long you need me to, but I wish you would open yourself up to the idea that you aren't a burden to me, you never were, Red" His body trembled as Katsuki kept speaking those lovely words in his ears.

"You've been my best friend since grade school, and I know we had a falling out, but when you jumped into my arms, I have never been hit with such a strong desire in my life." Katsuki kissed his cheek again, and a whimper passed Kirishima's swollen lips at the affection. His whole body melted back into Kat's chest, his head falling back onto the blond's shoulder.

"I wanted to own you, guide you, and build you back up just to see that damn smile you used to flash around to any and everybody. You fell right into my arms and it was stupid to think that I could let you go to someone else when I could feel how you relaxed around me and only me. I want to help you if you will let me." Another kiss was placed to his jaw and his body trembled.

"Do you want that too, pet?" Katsuki asked softly and without a doubt in his mind, Kirishima nodded his head quickly. His mind made up as he laid trapped in Kat's strong arms. He may need extra care and gentle handling, but Katuki has always given him just that. When the hot-head was a firecracker with other students back in grade school, he was gentle yet firm with the redhead.

They had only ever been friends, but the attraction they seemed to both share for each other now was undeniable. At least for Kirishima is was, he dreamed of what it would be like to be pressed into the bed with Katsuki's body pinning him down. He dreamed, literally, for the whole month of training about Katsuki's hands touching him in ways he had never really wanted people to touch him.

Even if Katsuki only saw him as a friend who he could sleep with, it was better than not having Kat around at all, and maybe sex would be enjoyable with Katsuki instead of something anxiety-producing and scary like it had been with other partners.

"I want that." Kirishima breathed out, his body relaxing further into the blond's chest. "Please, I just want to stay with you, master." The title rolled off his tongue sweetly, sending warmth through his body as Katsuki pressed his lips to the shell of his ear and hummed.

"Then stay, pet." Katsuki smiled against his ear and the feeling made him smile as well, for once it felt natural to smile. It slowly dimmed though as Kirishima wiggled his body around to face Kat, his mind made up as he moves in and places his head on the ash-blond's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's waist and hugging him.

"I need to tell you about my past," Kirishima whispered into the warm skin of Katsuki's neck as the blond's hands ran small circles over his naked back, the towel was long forgotten as it fell off his previously sobbing form and now polled on the bed somewhere. "Before you decide, you need to know what you're dealing with," Kirishima mumbled and Katsuki shook his head.

"I don't need to know your past to know I want to keep you as my submissive, Eiji. I need to know what's troubling you because you trust me to take that information and use it to help you grow. I can't be the best dominant for you if I don't know the things that are haunting you, sweetheart." Kirishima swore his body melted each time the blond called him that lovely little name. A smile tugged at his lips as he pulled back to look at Katsuki in the eyes.

"Okay, then I want to tell you because I trust you, master. Just - "Taking a deep breath, he let his eyes close as Katsuki kept rubbing his back and sides, soothing him silently. "Just promise you won't leave me when I tell you..." 

His voice broke but before he could let the demons take over his mind, soft lips were pressed to his cheek, earning a small whine of happiness to slip past his lips as Kat pulled him into a warm hug, tugging a blanket around their bodies and moving into a comfortable position for them to lie in with Kirishima pressed into his chest, strong arms around his hips, and hands rubbing soothing patterns onto his back.

"I'm not going anywhere, Red. I told you before, I won't ever abandon you again, sweetheart." His body was swaddled in Katsuki's warmth, the smell of his cologne bringing him in closer as Kirishima nuzzled into his chest, a smile on his lips as Kat pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

"You're still going to be mine, no matter what," and Kirishima believed him.