It's dark. One minute he's grabbing some food out of a nearby garbage can, and the next he's being yanked into a vehicle by someone. He's tall, blond, dark and downright sinister. He wastes no time throwing a muzzle over his mouth.
"I've been looking fuckin' everywhere for something like you." He says, hoisting the hybrid up into the bed of the van. "And I think I caught the perfect one." The man chuckles, "Boss will love you."
Boss? Kirishima tilts his head in question before the door is slammed in his face, enveloping him in darkness.
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It’s a short ride to wherever they are going. All Kirishima knows is that he hates it. The blond is blaring loud music like he’s tuning out the little whimpers Kirishima is letting out.
The hybrid bumps into the door when the man hits the breaks of the vehicle. Kirishima can’t gather his bearings fast enough before the doors are flung open and the man grabs the scruff of his neck. A shout of surprise flies from his lips as he’s practically thrown onto the ground, legs collapsing underneath his form.
The impact causes him to groan and shake his head in pain. The blond laughs, the sound of his voice fading to the other side of the car. As Kirishima attempts to respond, his voice catches in his throat at the shadow looming over him.
“Seems like I’ve got myself a new pet.”
Kirishima’s eyes trail up, swallowing nervously at the sight. In front of him stands a tall, dangerous looking man. He gazes down at him, sharp vermillion eyes bright against the wave of inky black hair surrounding his face. The ends are dipped red, giving his overall appearance more of a frightening aura.
It scares the hell out of the hybrid, but he can’t help but feel intrigued. He looks…familiar.
“What’s your name, pretty?” Riot bends down to the redhead’s level, sharp teeth on display. Kirishima cowers in on himself. Jeez, this guy was intimidating. He gasps as one of Riot’s fingers comes up underneath his chin, tilting his head up to make eye contact. “I asked you a question.”
“K-Kirishima.” he stammers out. “My name is Eijirou Kirishima.”
“That so.” Riot hums, looking lost in thought. Then he smirks, “Not anymore, it's not.”
“Huh?” Kirishima blinks, staring up at the man that gets back up on his feet. “What do you–”
The blond, who Kirishima thought had disappeared like a magician, pops up and hands the black-haired man something long. Attached to it is a circular object, complete with a small name tag. It doesn’t take long for Kirishima to put two and two together.
It’s a collar and leash.
“I think…” Riot starts, pulling on Kirishima to latch the collar around his neck. “...that ‘Red’ suits you better.” He yanks on the leash, causing Kirishima to yelp at standing up fully. Riot gets close to his face, eyes bright with excitement. “Now. Are you going to be good and do what I say, Red?”
Kirishima whimpers. He can’t help it. Riot’s eyes are a deep pool of red that seems to stretch into inky darkness, sending a shiver up his spine. Riot seems to notice and he steps closer, unflinching to Kirishima’s scramble backwards, merely tugging the leash harshly so that Kirishima stumbles forward.
Riot catches him before he falls and he grasps both sides of Kirishima’s soft cheeks in one forceful grip.
“I asked you a question, Red.”
Riot’s hot breath ghosts over Kirishima’s nose and he trembles.
“M-Mister—”
“Sir.”
“Huh?”
Riot licks his chops and he’s scanning Kirishima from head to toe with those intense eyes of his. He squeezes Kirishima’s cheeks even harder and Kirishima’s hands fly up to clutch Riot’s wrist. Riot notices, but he makes no comment.
“Sir. You call me Sir, or Master.”
Kirishima gasps when Riot’s knee comes up to push between his legs, lifting up onto his tiptoes to avoid contact, but although the height difference between them is similar, Riot still has a few inches on him that allow him to pin Kirishima in place, nowhere to go except forward. He doesn’t, of course. Instead, he closes his eyes, ears laid flat against his skull as he suppresses the urge to whine.
“S-Sir.”
“Good. Good boy.”
Kirishima shivers forcefully.
Before he knows it, he’s sinking down to his knees, mind lulled by the /scritch scritch/ sound by his head—when had Riot begun petting him?—until his groin meets the hard muscle of Riot’s thigh and he grinds down subconsciously.
“My little Red.”
Words like molten honey have his floppy ears wriggling in bliss. Riot’s voice washes over him, his rough rumbling voice a welcome hum and Kirishima realizes that he’s never had a… a master that doted on him this much and a few yips has Riot changing the position of his hand.
While one of Riot’s hands alternates between rubbing the base and the inside of his ear, the other traces a heavy path from his nape to between his shoulder blades and then all the way down his spine.
“Unh!”
Kirishima clasps his hands over his face in an instant, embarrassed by the escaping squeak, but Riot only chuckles, a short puff of air that ghosts over Kirishima’s hair. Belatedly, Kirishima realizes that he could run; Riot’s no longer holding onto the leash, but before he could process that thought any further, Riot’s meaty hand slaps down on his ass and /squeezes/.
Kirishima yelps, back ramrod straight only to yip again when Riot roughly continues to grope him.
“Enjoying yourself, Red?”
A harsh fist wraps around his tail and /yanks/ it, sending Kirishima into a squeal of panic as he nearly slides off Riot’s thigh from the flare of pain.
“Sir!” He begs, “Sir!”
Riot grabs him so suddenly that Kirishima nearly jumps out of his skin, still reeling when Riot bites his nose then rumbles into his ear.
“Speak, mutt. Tell me what you crave.”
Kirishima bares his throat, a sign of submission among his kind even though Riot doesn’t understand it. He seizes the scruff of Kirishima’s neck, and Kirishima pants, shaking as Riot hisses his next command.
“/Tell me/. You want a toy to squeak on? You want to be my playful pup?” Riot grinds their hips deliciously together, “or do you want this cock, a chew toy for your little mouth?”
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Kirishima bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from whining. Riot was way too hot for his own good. With that cocky smirk of his, and the haughty aura that radiated off of him. It has Kirishima's small cock twitching.
Speaking of cocks, he takes a glance down (or at least as much as he can with the hold Riot has on him) towards the obvious tent in the man's pants. It looks larger than Kirishima anticipates, even through the dark fabric.
"Good choice." Riot purrs, and drops Kirishima unceremoniously. He collapses with a short grunt brushing past his lips, a short retort at the ready before words escape him at the sight he's greeted with.
Riot was quick with his actions the second he let Kirishima go, unzipping and flipping the button off his jeans before shucking his pants down past his knees to free his cock. It touches the redhead's nose, leaving a small trail of pre against it. It's so thick and veiny, red at the tip that leaks clear liquid.
Kirishima, ever the curious pup, licks it from his nose with his abnormally long tongue and loses it. "Sir…" Kirishima turns his gaze up towards the man towering over him. He nudges the side of Riot's cock with his nose, mouthing at the skin. He wants it.
"What are you waiting for, hm?" Riot coos, grabbing the back of the hybrid's neck and repositioning him until his mouth touches the dripping head. "Fetch."
And he shoves it through Kirishima's quivering lips.
It should've been gross. It should've felt wrong. But it didn't. Kirishima's eyelashes flutter, closing as he lets his mouth get accustomed to the huge size of the cock sitting on his tongue. Slowly it nudges in, going further and further until the tip touches the back of his throat. Kirishima can't help but gag. Riot doesn't let it stop him as he continues to shove it in more until his pubes touch the redhead's nose.
Kirishima moans around the girth, feeling Riot let go of the hold he had on his red hair. Carefully he reels back and then pushes back in, taking in the taste that coats the back of his throat. His tiny dick grows hard, hole winking around nothing. Gods, it's so much yet not enough at the same time.
It goes like that for a few minutes, with Riot letting out sounds of pleasure and petting Kirishima's ears in encouragement. Eventually Kirishima is pulled off, a hand gently rubbing around the skin of his throat like it's soothing it. Kirishima mewls, nuzzling the wet shaft with the side of his face. "Sir, please…" he wants so much more.
"Easy, Red." Riot says, and Kirishima watches as the man's quirk is activated along his dick, ridges forming around the length. "Don't be shy. Use those pretty teeth of yours, hm? Show your toy some love."
Kirishima wants to object but the look that Riot sends down tells him not to. So he lets his tongue loll out, teeth fully on display as he licks and nibbles on the skin like his cock is nothing but a chew toy.
"Oh fuck yeah." Riot groans, reaching into Kirishima's hair and pulling him closer. "That's a good boy."
Kirishima shudders at the praise, doing what his new Master says. He continues his actions, listening to Riot's breathing pick up in pace.
"Shit…fuck… I'm close." Riot pants. Kirishima stares up at Riot and opens his mouth to beg.
“Please! Please, Sir!”
“What is it, pup?” Riot tugs Kirishima’s head back down and the puppy does as he’s told, prickling Riot’s cock with the tip of his canines. He slobbers over the ridges for a good second before remembering that he had been asking a question.
“Cum!”
“Cum? Mmmm…” Riot rubs his hardened cock at the back of Kirishima’s teeth and groans, loud and impatient.
“Cum, cum in me!”
Without warning, Riot grabs the base of Kirishima’s neck and drives his cock into his mouth, expertly deactivating his quirk as he thrusts in but not without scoring shallow lines on Kirishima’s tongue. Kirishima gags, the taste of copper and dick overwhelming his senses and tears bead in his eyes, falling down his face as he grabs Riot’s thighs in desperation.
“Filthy mouth with the cutest throat,” Riot snarls and the sound has Kirishima’s eyes rolling back, throat gulping and massaging at the head of the villain’s cock as his knees splay *far* apart. “My pretty puppy /whore/.”
“Mnngh!”
The spray of thick gushing cum is a balm to his sore throat, pouring down to his stomach without a hint of hesitation and Kirishima sobs as he thanks Riot over and over again with his mouth full, gulping as fast as he could. He lets himself be used however Riot wishes, buried deep in thick wiry pubes as he breathes through his nose, taking in deep whiffs of Riot’s musk.
His tail whips in a frenzy behind him and he doesn’t realize that Riot has already finished, yanking on one of his ears to get him to pull off while he is distracted with huffing Riot’s balls. Kirishima whines until Riot gives up, leaving his limp cock on Kirishima’s tongue as he sighs and rubs the base of Kirishima’s ears.
“Good, Red?”
Kirishima unsticks his jaw and swallows, his affirmation of a ‘yes’. Riot lets him cockwarm him for a few more minutes, but eventually, he coaxes Kirishima off and the puppy deflates, head cradled in Riot’s hands the only thing keeping him up.
“Perfect,” Riot murmurs and Kirishima’s ears loll as Riot massages strong fingers into the sides of his neck, drawing out a rumbling moan from Kirishima’s throat. Riot bends down and Kirishima thinks he might get a kiss on the head for his efforts—he whines when he doesn’t—only for Riot to pick up the end of the leash that’s on the floor and wrap it a few times around his fist.
“Come,” Riot commands and Kirishima follows on his hands and knees, scrambling as Riot picks something up from his office desk. “Sit.”
Kirishima sits obediently, tongue licking over his teeth and the inside of his mouth as he savours the lingering taste of Riot. He tilts his head back when Riot gestures him to do so and an audible /click/ sends a shiver down his spine.
What had Riot put on him…? He gingerly holds up the silver tag and turns it around.
/Property of Blood Riot./
Kirishima’s face flames and he looks back up at Riot, mouth already dropping open to pant his excitement.
“Good Red,” Riot says. “Now let’s show everyone my new pet.”
-the end
