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Count For Me ~ Katsuki Bakugo

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a/n: Welcome to the fandom Nonnie! I found that the BNHA fandom is one where you can express yourself free of other people’s judgment, so don’t worry about simping for Dabi (also because I have bad taste too). I think I might have gone a little overboard with this (I’m low key kinda proud of it), but regardless, enjoy!

Katsuki watched as your fingers danced along the stranger’s forearm, jealousy prominent on his features. From the entrance of the coffee shop, he observes as you blatantly flirt with the man in front of you. When the barista hands you your drinks, you say goodbye to your new acquaintance, but not before he pulls out a pen and writes his number on your boyfriend’s cup, instructing you to call him later tonight. Walking towards your boyfriend, feeling his angry eyes burning holes into your head.

“Oi,” he grunted, pushing himself off the wall, “What the fuck was that?”

“What are you talking about, Suki?” you question, handing him his long-awaited morning caffeine, knowing exactly what he meant. 

He looked down at his cup, arching one eyebrow, obviously confused. Ignoring your question, he asked  his own, “Who the fuck is ‘Ren,’ and why the hell does he want me to call him?”

“Never mind that, he’s just someone I met over at the counter. Could you not throw away your cup when you’re done with it, I’m supposed to call him later on.”

Katsuki sent a scoff your way, pushing open the doors to the coffee shop with a little more force than necessary. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. Feeling like Ground Zero was spending too much time being a hero rather than your boyfriend, you began scheming how to recapture his attention - and making him jealous was step one of your devious plan. You turned around to send a wink and smile Ren’s way before following your boyfriend to his car.

On the short walk to the shop’s parking lot, Bakugou tried his best to comprehend what was going on. Were you, his woman, just flirting with another man? Was he not good enough for you? He knew that you were way out of the league, but he didn’t think that you would get bored with him this fast. He needed to show you that you belong to him, that he was enough for you, and he needed to punish you for thinking otherwise. 

“Are we going to your place or mine?” he asked, trying his best not to let his emotions spill out into his speech.

You took a minute to ponder his question before deciding that your place would be the perfect place to initiate step two of your plan- teasing. “My place sounds good.” and with that, the two of you were off. 

The car ride to your place was mostly silent, with dashes of small talk being made every now and then. Though it didn’t bother you, you were too busy daydreaming of the fun events bound to take place tonight. While you were filling your mind with dirty thoughts, Mr. Hero was still occupying his with memories of you flirting with that damned extra. 

When you finally pull into the underground parking garage, you look over toward Katsuki to see him staring intently at the numbers on his coffee cup. You open the car door and walk over to the driver’s side, waiting for Suki to get out so you can walk up to your apartment together. But as usual, he’s preoccupied on the phone, but what’s not normal is that he seems angry- angrier than the typical Bakugou angry. 

After a minute or two of him carrying on with his heated conversation, he exited the black vehicle almost ready to join you on the walk to your apartment upstairs. 

Before you and he began your upward descent, he made it a point to show you what he thought of the phone number written on his cup. You hear a quiet boom before seeing the flimsy cardboard go up into orange flames, the possessive look in his eye had waves of submission washing over your body.

Instead of throwing yourself on to him like you wanted to, you tried your best to keep up your act, “Hey! Why would you do that?! Now Ren is going to think I didn’t actually want to call him.” you pouted, eagerly waiting for his response. What you wanted most was for him to take you right there and then against the filthy wall, not caring who sees or who hears.

What you didn’t expect was for him to stomp up the steps by himself, ignoring your whines and pleads for him to slow down and wait for you. When you reach the door to your apartment, you grab your keys from your pocket, unlocking the door and allowing the two of you to enter. 

You had planned to make a bee-line for your bedroom, giving you plenty of time to change into the lingerie you bought for tonight while at the same time giving Suki plenty of time to cool off. But when you felt Katsuki’s calloused hand grab your forearm, you knew nothing you planned was about to happen.

You look into his angry red eyes before feeling his grip around your arm tighten. “Ah‐ S-Suki, that hurts.” Bakugou heard your cries and pain groans as he dragged you over to the couch, but in this moment, he could care less about how you feel. This was about him putting you in your place.

Before you knew it, Katsuki was sitting on the sofa, and you were bent over his knee. A blush overtook your features when you felt Bakugouu push your skirt up, the only thing protecting your plush ass from the world was the pair of blue and white striped panties you had slipped on this morning. You felt your underwear growing damp as Katsuki let his hand roam free among your exposed skin. When his hands reached your cunt, you let out a faint moan, but it was enough to let Katsuki know that you were enjoying this too much.

“Your little stunt with the guy at the coffee shop reminded me that it’s been a while since I last had to show you who you belong to.” He smirked at the sight below him, caressing your perky ass over your panties, “You do remember the rules from last time, don’t you, princess?” He questioned, knowing damn well that he never set rules before now. You shook your head side to side, letting your boyfriend know that he would have to explain himself. 

“I’m going to spank you once for every minute that you spent talking to that plus one for forgetting the rules.” You didn’t have to look at Katsuki to know he was enjoying this; you could hear it all throughout his words, a strange mixture of anger and passion dripping from each syllable. 

“Let’s see, you spent about eight or so minutes in line with that bastard... after you ordered the drinks, it was about a five-minute wait, so 13 licks, plus the one for forgetting the rules making for a total of 14.”

You were just about to speak up in protest when he abruptly cut you off, “I want you to count for me.” You looked up at him, his last comment catching you off guard, “After each lick, I want you to count for me, so I don’t lose track. And I want you to thank me, considering that this punishment is way less than intense than it should be.”

You didn’t mean to do this. You had no idea that Suki was this prideful, and it was entirely too late to undo any of your earlier actions. Should you fight him on this or lay here and let him have his way with you? You squirm around trying to escape as best you can, but Katsuki’s grip on your waist was ironclad.

“You’re not going anywhere until your punishment is completed, got it?”

Your pleading eyes meet his blown with lust, a hint of sadism behind his vermilion gaze. He raises his hand, and you brace yourself ready for the impact when nothing happens, you once again turn your head staring at your boyfriend. “You remember the safe word, right, Baby?”

You nod your head reassuring him, “Orange.” And with that, you watched his hand come crashing down, smacking you on the ass hard enough to hear the skin to skin contact echo throughout the living room. The pleasure of it all made you rub your thighs together, desperately trying to bring some attention to your aching clit. While on the other hand, the pain had you wincing and feeling - well, it had you feeling pain.

“What do you say?” Bakugou asked, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

“O-One. Thank you, Daddy,” you said, answering his inquiry. What else could Bakugou expect from his dirty little girl? Once again raised his hand to strike your reddened cheek, but this time there was a little something explosive to his blow. The use of his quirk caught you off guard, allowing a slight moan to slip past your lips. 

Katsuki grabbed your face forcing your neck to turn towards him, “Tch. I should have known that you would’ve enjoyed this, you are such a fucking slut.”

You clenched your cunt, hoping Bakugou didn’t notice the clear fluid dampening your panties, knowing it would only give the incentive to keep going. 

“T - ahh- two. Thank you, Daddy,”

Smack

“Stil thinking about that bastard? You still want to call him?” Katskuki hissed, watching the meat on your ass jiggle in response to his welt.

“N-no!” you stated truthfully, hoping it would be enough to get the blonde to halt his attacks on your sore ass.

“Where were we again?”

“Six, thank you, Daddy!”

Much to your dismay, the assault on your ass had yet to stop. You counted for Katsuki just like he had asked you to, and each time you made sure to thank him and refer to him by his newly received nickname. 

Strike after, strike after, strike, and you were a moaning, shaking mess waiting for Daddy to take advantage of you in your weakened state. It was obvious that he wanted to, you could feel his hardened cock poking into your side.

Smack

“Ahhh! Fourteen! Thank you, Daddy,”

“I bet shitface couldn’t make you feel this good no matter how hard he fucking tried, and I’ve barely even fucking touched you,” he grunted, landing the final blow against your sore butt cheeks. There was no longer any point in trying to hold in your noises, so when you felt his large hand come into contact with your bruised skin, you let a particularly loud moan. 

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, cupping your sopping cunt dampening his fingers in the process.

“Mmmh- You! It belongs to you!” you shouted, not caring who heard, you wanted the whole world to know that you were owned by Katsuki Bakugou. The feeling of anticipation was boiling underneath your skin, you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you as a reward for handling his punishment so well.

“Good,” Katsuki mumbled, fixing your skirt and lifting you up from your bend over stance. After he sat you down on the couch, he reached for the remote on the coffee table with no interest in finishing what he started. He saw you pouting at him and replied simply by saying, “Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

You were internally screaming at him, you let Suki have his fun, so why would he deny you your own.

You slide your panties down your legs, trying your best to make a show of it, hoping that you could get Suki to stray from his stubborn state, but his eyes stay glued to the television. You place a knee on each side of his toned thigh, taking your time as you slowly lower your dripping cunt onto the rough fabric of Katsuki’s jeans.  Pacing yourself, you begin to roll your hip against his thigh, the feeling most definitely sinful. Bakugou is trying his best not to give in to your antics, keeping his eyes focused on last night’s game, but he can’t help the growing erection straining against his pants.

You rock your hips back and forth, enjoying the feeling of your clit dragging against the fabric a little too much, you can’t help but let out a string of loud moans. Speeding up your pace your the feeling the all too familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach just gave you the motivation to hump him harder - imagining it was the real thing.

“Oh my God, Suki! -uunghh- I’m going to, fuck I’m going to cum!” you cried out, digging your nails into his thigh and allowing your head fall forward.

Your orgasm hit you like a speeding train. Your eyes fluttered shut, your nails were digging into the fabric covering Katsuki’s upper thigh, and you threw your head back wallowing in pure euphoria.

It took you a moment to collect yourself once you came down from your high. You felt the blond’s hands come up to your jaw, turning your head to face him. You felt his tongue trace the shell of your ear right before you heard him ask, “You still wanna have fun, right?”