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"I'm going to give you pleasure so good you'll forget your name.
You're going to think my name is Yes, God Yes, or Fuck Yes."

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(Embarrassment)

Kirishima's whole body froze when Bakugou spoke. His palms are sweating profusely, he can feel the tension in the air as a hush falls over the room.

Bakugou's words ring over and over again in his mind.

"Let me do it."

A tingling envelops his skin and his eyes snap over to where Bakugou is standing. His arms are crossed over his chest and he is making eye contact with Master Aizawa.

"Let me do it."

Of all the things he had wished for Bakugou to say to help him out in this situation, THAT is what he comes up with?

He doesn't want to be spanked at all, let alone being smacked around like a little bitch boy by his childhood friend!

Master Aizawa is the first to break the tense atmosphere, surprising him with what he begins to say.

"Normally I would flat out tell you no, but considering you have some sort of relationship with Kirishima, and you were the one he so recklessly tackled in my club, I don't see why not. As long as he consents to you preceding with his punishment, then I would permit it."

Everything gets colder for a moment before Bakugou clears his throat as if he is going to start speaking.

Before he could get a word out, Kirishima whirls around with wide eyes.

"What if I just leave? You can't keep me here against my will!" He bubbles with fear and panic, making the pitch of his voice rise and his hands ball into fists.

He feels trapped, forced into this with no say. He's going to be hurt and they won't let him leave. His eyes fill with unshed tears.

"You're absolutely right," Bakugou says with a shrug, his eyes still looking over at him with a softness that doesn't match his tense posture.

"You can leave, of course," Master Aizawa starts.

"But, if you do, you will not be permitted back into the club for any reason. Punishments are here for a reason, Kirishima. To maintain a balance and ensure safety for everyone. If you take your punishment, all will be forgiven, and you may return to the club."

Kirishima felt a wave of unease wash over him at the idea of never being able to come back, he sucks in a sharp breath.

He hasn't felt as good as he has been feeling here in a long time, other than right now with the threat of Bakugou spanking him over a desk.

How humiliating.

His eyes trail over to where Master Hanta was now sitting in the corner, on a sofa with Denki kneeling between his legs and resting his head on his master's thigh, eyes closed and relaxed.

His heart squeezes in his chest, a feeling of jealousy that he has never felt towards Denki before now crashes around him.

He wants that.

He wants desperately to belong to someone, to something, anything.

Denki looks so calm, everyone in this club seemed to look calm and peaceful.

Denki didn't get hurt from the spanking, and Bakugou would never hurt him.

Hell, he even felt calm and at peace for a while tonight, something rare for him and his constant anxiety.

The thought of this place being taken away from him has him mindlessly turning towards the desk and bending over.

His sweaty hands grip at the edge of the desk, his fingers slipping on the smooth wooden furniture as he lays his cheek against the cool surface and looks over towards Master Aizawa and the ash blond.

"I will take my punishment, Master Aizawa." He says in a low voice that doesn't sound anything like his own.

His eyes flicker to Bakugou who was staring at him with wide, dark eyes,and slightly parted lips.

"Good boy," Master Aizawa says and walks closer to him. He shifts nervously as the dark-haired male approaches.

"Do you consent to Bakugou completing your punishment?" He asks again, softly.

Kirishima rolls his lip between his teeth and his eyes connect with the red orbs that are staring back at him. Bakugou looks different, like a predator staring down it's prey. Yet, there is a calmness in his posture, he looks good.

A quick scowl from the blond has him lowering his gaze and shuddering.

"Yes, sir." He says firmly before closing his eyes as his legs shake.

A fire burns in the pit of his stomach, something different than fear.

The assurance that it will only be Bakugou's hands that are touching him calms his body and lights a different fire inside his core.

Anticipation.

The pressure building in his body is overwhelming.

Not only is the embarrassment on full blast from being bent over about to receive a spanking from Bakugou, but his face heats up when he thinks about how much better the idea of being spanked is if it's coming from Kat.

"As Master Aizawa told you, you will get 10 strikes. I won't make you say anything like I normally have my subs do, just take your sanction and this will be over with." Bakugou's hushed voice sounds behind him.

He can feel how red his face is and he shuts his eyes tightly, giving a slight nod.

Jumping when Bakugou's hand suddenly rubs on his backside; a pathetic whimper leaves his lips before he could even stop it.

His must look so stupid right now, he thinks to himself.

He can't stop the feelings of self-loathing that washes over him.

Knowing that he had read the rules and signed at the door.

Understanding that he was warned multiple times by his friend and Master Hanta.

Yet he still goes and fucks everything up.

He embarrassed his friend in front of his master and he disrespected Bakugou.

How could he be so fucking stu-

"Ngh-AH!"

Bakugou's hand connects to his right cheek with a harsh smack and his legs buckle in surprise before he starts finding his footing and balancing himself again.

As the pain from the sudden attack licks at his skin, it wasn't bad but his heart rate speeds up and his breathing quickens.

Embarrassment and pain flood his system and tears prick in his eyes.

Crying never did any good in the past, it won't help now.

Thinking that if he starts crying that he will be hit harder has him choking back his sobs and blinking away the tears.

Suck it up.

He tried to breathe and relax, he tried.

Thinking about reality helps him relax.

It's just Katsuki.

The pain in his backside is just from Kat's hand, but 'just Kat's hand' in his mind turns into a stranger's hand and the stranger's hands only cause scars.

With eyes blown wide he starts to thrash, fighting off the imaginary men in his mind that are trying to harm him in more ways than just a spanking.

Until a firm hand is placed on the back of his neck and a body is pressed against him. The pressure stuns him for a second, making him focus on the words being whispered in his ear.

"Shh, you're fine. You're doing perfectly."

Bakugou's voice cuts through his panic, his free hand rubbing soothing along his lower back and bottom has him panting but slowly relaxing.

Shivering, his eyes close and he slowly calms down, sucking in a shaky breath.

"You good?" he asks in hushed tones and Kirishima only nods in reply.

He feels as though he is slipping, falling somewhere dark and warm.

It's just Kat. It's just Kat.

"Good boy." He whispers and Kirishima whines at the praise, and much to his horror, a familiar tightening is felt in his boxers causing his eyes to widen again before snapping shut.

Bakugou's hand comes down again, alternating cheeks and landing strike after strike.

After the first 3, he stopped fighting it as much as he chanted over and over in his head that this is only Kat.

His friend, who never hurt him and only did what was best for him.

Kat would never hurt him seriously and he deserved this punishment for embarrassing them all at the club. Somewhere deep down he knew he needed this punishment, he needed it to be forgiven and ease his guilt.

His yelps turned into soft groans and after the last strike he is in tears of pleasure, pain, and embarrassment.

He dick painfully hard in his boxers has him panting pathetically as Bakugou soothingly rubs over his clothed ass, he couldn't hold back the shaky moan that slipped his lips before Bakugou quickly removed his hand.

"You did well, all is forgiven," Bakugou says in a low voice, but he couldn't move off the table.

His body was shocked by the unknown feelings rushing through his veins. Even if he wanted to move, he would be mortified to show how hard he is.

If Bakugou saw, he would just die.

"Let's get you up." Master Aizawa says softly and gently takes his arms, prying his fingers from his death grip that he has on the desk.

Master Aizawa pulls him to his feet and his hands fly down to cover his crotch just desperately trying to shrink away from the people in the room watching him.

His eyes never leave their staring contest with the floor. The last thing he needs is another punishment.

Everything feels fuzzy, the once bright room seems to dim and the voices drown away. It's warm, it feels good.

When Bakugou steps towards him and softly pushes his fingers through his hair, he shudders and the lights seem to twinkle back to life.

Bakugou had to control himself the entire time.

The look on Kirishima's face would be burned into his mind, he is sure of it.

After the initial panic of receiving his first punishment, he seemed to calm down and took his punishment well. It's normal for beginners to freak out during their first punishment, but he is quite impressed with how well he did.

From the look on the redhead's face, he had even slipped into subspace for a very short moment.

That had surprised him. It usually takes something really intense to bring someone into subspace, he didn't think a spanking would do that for the redhead.

He couldn't stop himself from running his fingers through Kirishima's soft, red locks of hair.

Watching as Kirishima is just staring at the floor, covering his boxers, has him mindlessly stroking his hair in an attempt to bring him back to reality and out of his embarrassment.

Bakugou couldn't stop the frown that pulled at his lips.

Of course, Kirishima would be embarrassed, he just got spanked by his childhood friend, and not only was it witnessed by Hanta, Aizawa, and Denki, but it was obvious he was turned on and was trying to cover it up.

Frowning, he doesn't like that this has been their reunion after all these years

Since he is not Kirishima's dominant, he couldn't provide the aftercare he wished to provide. It would freak the boy out if he asked him to strip so he could give him a massage and rub some soothing cream on his bottom.

So instead, he gave a small smile and nod towards Aizawa and he must have got the message because he quickly left the office and took Hanta and Denki with him.

Kirishima didn't move when the door opened and closed, he stayed still and looking at the floor with teary eyes.

He wanted badly to sooth the boy who had just taken a punishment by his hand, it was the right thing to do after all.

He couldn't call himself a dominant if he didn't properly take care of his submissive.

Well, he isn't his submissive.

His body bends down and his hands gently take hold of Kirishima's jeans that were pooled around his ankles on the floor, and he guides them up around the redhead's thighs and then up over his hips.

Kirishima dropped his hands that were covering his erection as his jeans reached his hips.

He can tell that Kirishima is a slowly coming back to him.

After quickly doing the button and zipper up, he placed his hand on the boy's cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over his cheek under his eyes where tears were drying to his smooth skin.

There was no answer, so he sighed and took hold of his face in both hands.

"Red, come on, talk to me. I just need to know you're okay in that head of yours." he chuckled softly and saw a small twitch of Kirishima's lip at his comment.

After a few more seconds he seemed to blink slowly back to life and his eyes flickered up to look at him.

"There you are." He coos softly and chuckles. Watching as the redhead blushes but smiles a bit before his face falls and he looks away.

"I'm sorry..." Kirishima whispers and Bakugou just clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

"You already took your punishment, all was forgiven. I just want to make sure you are okay. I normally would perform some kind of aftercare post punishment, but you're overwhelmed already. You did so well though." He praises and can visibly see Kirishima relax under his praise with a small smile pulling at his lips.

This whole night has just confused him more and more.

It feels strange being around Kirishima after all these years, he himself has changed over the past 5 years and it seems so has his redheaded friend.

Kirishima is obviously not a trained submissive of the club, but the more they have been interacting, the more he can see the submissive nature of his friend.

It's like his being subconsciously craves this and is just trying to figure it out for himself.

It tugs at his inner dominant, making him want to guide the lost boy and help him grow. There is something in his eyes that show a spark of helpless, and is begging for guidance.

"Thank you..." he sighs and Bakugou relaxes when Kirishima is talking some more.

"The least I can do is make sure you get home safe. I hate that this is how we met again after all these years." He chuckles and gently pets the boys red hair.

Kirishima nods his head in agreement, his eyes fluttering closed at the soft pets in his hair.

"Yeah, it's kind of strange for sure, and I have a lot of questions, but mainly I am just glad you are home. We haven't spoken in so long..." he sighs and Bakugou nods slowly, acknowledging his words while a sharp sting of guilt hits him.

It has been a long time since they had last spoken.

What luck that they ran into each other here, and under such circumstances?
He is honestly surprised that Kirishima has not run away yet.

After a few minutes of semi-comfortable silence as he stays pushing his fingers through his thick red hair, they both relax after the intense night.

Bakugou helps him put his jacket on and he gently motions for Kirishima to follow him out the office.

They see Aizawa at the door who informs them that Hanta took Denki to his house for the night.

Aizawa also told Kirishima to text Denki when he was home and then praised him for doing so well on his first night.

Although it relaxed him some, Bakugou noticed that it didn't have the same effect on the boy that it did when he was the one to give the praise and comfort.

The pair walked silently out of the club and around back to where Bakugou had parked one of his car. This one was less conspicuous for driving to a nightclub where he could be spotted by people who would recognize him.

He stopped and opened the passenger side door for Kirishima who was looking at the ground and twisting his ankle nervously.

"Well, since you are letting me take you home, you can ask me anything you'd like to, if you agree to one thing first."

Bakugou doesn't know why, maybe it is the fact that he has a history with the redhead, or maybe it's the guilt of making him cry from the punishment, but he felt the need to make it up to him and maybe have the opportunity to spend some time with his old friend.

Don't get him wrong, he administered his punishment because he deserved a punishment for breaking club rules.

Balance in D/S relationships are important.

It still didn't change the fact that beside all that, Kirishima had been his best friend at one point.

Kirishima's eyes widened some and his adam's apple moves with a thick swallow. Obviously taking what he said out of context, he sighs.

"Relax, Red. I just wanted to ask if you'd have dinner with me one night soon, so we can catch up. I feel this has been a rough reunion."

The last thing he wants is for him to be uncomfortable or scared of him. The idea of Kirishima being uncomfortable around him forever makes him tense.

After all their years of friendship, Kirishima shouldn't ever have to be uncomfortable in his presence. Not seriously at least.

Even during the punishment, he seemed to relax under his hands.

His voice seems to break through the redheads panic, his praise bringing him pleasure.

Now, Kirishima seems to relax even more, and a stupidly bright smile pulls at his lips.

Kirishima looks at the blond for a while, silently.

He isn't uncomfortable around him; he never was and doesn't think anything could make him think any differently about Bakugou.

It was just a bit overwhelming, with it being his first trip to the club and then finding out that he really enjoyed being there.

Then of course he went and fucked everything up like always.

He can never do things right.

Pathetic.

"Hey, stop that." Bakugou's voice cut through to him again and he blinked a few times before looking back into Bakugou' s worried eyes.

"W-What?" he stuttered to the blond who just sighed.

"You got that look on your face that you get when you're thinking bad things," Bakugou said and he felt his face heat up and he bit his lip.

"How'd you know...?" he mumbled.

There is no way he-

"I remember your stupid face, Red." He huffed and Kirishima's eyes widened before he clears his throat and nods.

"Y-Yeah, I remembered yours as well, Kat."

Bakugou sighs and nods his head. The ash blond waits for a moment before asking him again to talk to him and see if he can help clear anything up for him.

He wasn't sure that to talk about, there were so many things he is confused over. For starters, how the hell did Bakugou wind up a dominant? Secondly, how the hell did he himself wind up being bent over a desk and spanked?!

"You're a... dominant?" he finally blurts out and blushes hard before shaking his head a little at his own nervous behavior.

Bakugou smirks to himself and nods, "I am. I have been for about 4 years now."

Kirishima swallows, that is a long time.

"Since you were at college?" He asks and watched as the blond nods again.

"I don't have to call you Master Bakugou do I?" he blurts out before smacking his hand over his mouth and his eyes blown wide.

Bakugou just lets out a laugh, a real fucking laugh.

"Only at the club. I'm not your master so you don't need any titles unless at the club, but sir is also fine at the club." He shrugs and Kirishima can't help but feel that same pinch of jealousy when he asks his next question.

"Do you... umm... have a submissive?"

Bakugou only quirks an eyebrow before his face breaks out into a shit-eating grin that reminds him so much of a younger, more spunky, Bakugou.

"Why? You interested in a contract?" The blond quips, and he felt his heart stop for a moment before it started hammering in his chest loudly.

What is a contract?

Does he want a contract?

Does he even want anything to do with BDSM after tonight?

Why would he even ask him that?!

There is no way he could do what Denki does!

The things that he had told him about what Hanta and Denki do, he would just die of embarrassment!

"Hey, dumbass. I'm just messing with you. Come back to earth." He voice snapped him from his inner panicking, he tensed up and his face went from pale to red in just a few seconds. The teasing lilt to the ash blond's voice makes him nibble on his lip.

"Shut up." He finally huffs and rolls his eyes and couldn't help but notice the little twitch of Bakugou's fingers on the steering wheel when he said that.

The ash blond finally pulls out of the parking lot and began driving. Kirishima stays quiet but sighs when he remembers something.

He hasn't given Bakugou his address yet. Before he could recite his address, the ash blond dominant driving speaks.

"To answer your question, no. I don't have a submissive at the moment."