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Aug 12, 2022

Fate? in: i. Blonde men

Student body!Bakugou x f!reader smut - kakegurui au

tw: smut; spanking; impact play; dirty talk; name calling; brat taming; slight petplay; fingering; size kink; power imbalance.

Starting a new school is never easy. All the rules you have to learn, written and unwritten, all the new friend you have to make, the new personas you have to create to fit in. The time it takes to gain trust from others. And the absolute hell it is trying to understand another person.

It was way easier when we were younger. The kids would tease and make fun of you, until you got the hang of. And when you showed a hidden talent… Oh! And there you go with a band of friends.

Simple friends.

Simple times…

However, the older you get, the more do things change. No one cares for teasing you to get comfortable around. No one really takes that much of an interest in you, unless you stand out in some sort of way, but even then, it’s quiet giggles and whispers, never adding you to the conversation.

That’s when you need to add more initiative and that’s when you start to gain a reputation.

Making friends and talking to people, the history of what you said is what grants you a role in the school’s hierarchy. And that’s exactly how you do it here in this new school, right?

Yeah, as long as you plan being a nobody in the eyes of this school.

Hyakkaou Private Academy is not one of those places.

Making friends and telling intriguing stories is not the way you’ll gain a name for yourself in this school.

Hyakkaou Academy is an intimate and alluring place. With dark walls, black and red uniforms, and an atmosphere rivaling the comparison of classical erotic romance novels, this prestigious school is where your worth is measured not just by how much money you have, but how much you can gain gambling.

And you’re exactly here; with a scholarship and funds from the school no less.

You’ve heard about this Academy before, read all about it in the newspaper.

“Student from Hyakkaou Private Academy shocks economists by increasing government funding for public schools and work sectors!”

“Student from prestigious Academy becomes world’s top investor.”

“Hyakkaou Academy scores first for best exam scores in all of Japan yet again!”

The fame, the knowledge these students were getting, the money that comes with it too.

You were hoping for all that too, as soon as you stepped foot onto campus. However, destiny and fate are never really fair when your bank account isn’t drained by luck.

Oh boy, did you have a lot to learn.

“Show your cards!”

And you were going to learn fast.

“Hngh…”

“Well come on, show your cards, loser!”

A high, bit raspy voice, probably belonging to a female.

“Full house!”

Oh, and there seems to be a boy talking. It seems like his voice is shaking a bit. Is it nerves? Yet so much relief put into those two words…

“Heh,”

“Four of a kind.”

And the noise! So much noise now, it seems there’s a commotion starting from those simple words. Are they playing some sort of game?

“Bring me the tag!”

“There you go, little puppy,”

What’s going on there?

“Now go get me some strawberry milk!”

You never would’ve guessed that the shadows of people preforming against the floor were of a blonde-haired boy, with, what looks to be a thick black streak in his hair, kneeling in front of a messy, blonde-haired girl.

Hmm, he seems… cute.

“Hm? What are you waiting for? Move, housepet!”

“I- please! Please, lend me a bit more money, Himiko! I swear I can repay, just give me a week! A week! Please!”

“I didn’t ask you to repay me your debt, I asked you to go get me my drink!”

“And last I checked, dogs don’t speak, they bark.”

“…”

“Bark, housepet! That is an order!”

“…”

“I said bark!”

“…woof…”

“I couldn’t hear you, pet~”

“Woof!”

“Atta boy!”

“Now go be a good puppy and fetch me what I asked of you.”

“…woof.”

What’s this? What’s happening?

Why is she treating that poor boy that way?

More importantly: why is no one stopping her?!

“Hey! You can’t treat a human being that way!”

You swear it was said that this is a prestigious and respectful school. So why is this sort of thing happening? The games and privileges of the rich; maybe you’ll never understand.

“Huh?”

Such a high pitch exclaim, annoyance so audible it echoes through the room.

“Who said that?”

The blonde boy sees you, oh how the color drains from his face.

“Hey you, new girl.”

Why does he seem even more anxious than before?

“Me?”

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

It’s as if burning, his eyes feel so intense. Everyone’s eyes feel so…

“You the goody-two-shoes telling me how to treat my pets?”

“I, uh…”

Though, perhaps, it’s not that different. After all, confidence is key.

“Yeah… yeah, I am.”

“Hm,”

The expression she gives, not a single muscle pulled for a smile. Mayne instead of smile lines, she’ll have frown lines when she gets old.

“You don’t know the rules here, do you?”

They’re all staring at you.

“No, as a matter of fact, I do.”

Silence. Perhaps stunned silence?

“And I don’t think this just goes for the school.”

“I think, that everywhere, you treat people as human beings; this being no exception.”

The blonde girl tilts her head, she seems more open this way.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, and I’m not letting you treat this poor boy that way,”

You turn to look at him, still so much worry echoing in his face, it seems to reap as electricity does.

“You can’t let them treat you this way, you’re a human being.”

The boy still doesn’t move. Why won’t he speak?

“Come on, get up, let’s go and talk to a teacher about this.”

What you’re doing is right, right? No one should be allowed to bully someone like this. Then why does it feel as if you’re rain on oil?

“Ahaha!!”

What a high-pitched laugh.

“You really are clueless, aren’t you, new meat?”

“God, we’re gonna have so much fun corrupting you.”

Why won’t he move? Why won’t anybody move?

“What do you mean?”

“With that attitude of yours, there’s only two ways your time here will go,”

What is she talking about?

“You’ll probably end up losing fate while staying here and end up in the shadows.”

“Or?”

“Heh,”

She smiles, an intimidating sight.

“Or, you’ll become a housepet, just like your little friend here.”

Liar, she’s a liar, she knows nothing of what she talks about.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself mixed into, new meat.”

No, maybe you don’t.

“No, I don’t know.”

She can rot in hell, everyone can rot in hell if they think they can intimidate you.

You walk forward. You don’t know how to play these games, but you do understand the school. No one holds empathy for each other, cause that’s what they feel they deserve. And those who do? They end up bullied and stuffed into lockers as trash. This school doesn’t care about your story, or even your history. Hell, even your background is irrelevant. Money? That’s one thing, but control, power? That will get anyone on their knees in front of you to beg for mercy.

You’re manicured nails dig into the wood of the desk.

“But I’m sure I’ll catch up,”

Money and power.

“Hm, then why not try right now? Save your little friend from his oh so terrible fate!”

Control.

“And how would I do that?”

You can gain all that through one thing.

“Gambling.”

…

“The rules of this game are simple.”

“We’re gonna play durak.”

“You have to protect yourself from my cards by placing a higher-ranking card on top with the same symbol. The cards with the same symbol as the one on the bottom of the deck are trump cards that can beat any card except other trump cards.”

“The goal is to get rid of all of your cards, however, you have to have six cards in your hand until there are no more cards in the deck.”

“If you don’t have a way to protect yourself from a card, you have to take them all.”

“Any questions?”

A game of luck to free the boy with the black streaked hair from his debt.

“No.”

“Good, then let’s begin!”

…

Russian games are always so scary. The names or the way they end up. You guess this card game fits both. The way each card is set on the table, oh the swirls, they’re all so intricate. You’ve never seen playing cards so beautiful. They’d never belong anywhere else but here. That’s what you get for a school specializing in gambling.

The hierarchy seems weird and pitiful even. The way everyone seems to care less and less. The way you can raise your status just as easily as you can drop it. Actually, no. It’s a bit more difficult to raise your status than lower, since just money won’t help you win a gamble. It can be the death of you, really.

Oh, how fun it’d be to waste it, to waste someone else’s money. To reap your life choices with no consequences or repercussions. How fun it’d be to get money for nothing. How fun it’d be to get money just because someone thinks you’re special.

Oh, how fun it’d be to be you.

You, a scholarship student. A person, which the school decided was special, and gave you an enormous sum of money just to go to their school. Money, which you can spend here gambling to save the lives of others.

Yeah, that’s exactly what you want to do. That’s exactly what you’re going to do!

Screw these rich snobs! This is exactly the situation people can’t help but get into, because there’s no other way of life for them, no other way to realize their dreams, even with hard work. Kiss up or beat the rich kids, but no one likes a kiss up.

“Last three cards, new meat.”

Shit, she’s right, she’s on her last cards and there’s five cards left in the pile.

“Ten of diamonds.”

“Two of clubs.”

Damnit! A trump card; she wouldn’t use it unless she had a higher one.

“Got anything more?”

She knows she’s going to win; she wouldn’t be asking me for more if she didn’t, she must have a really high trump card.

“No, your turn.”

“Hm, hehe~”

What is she…

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

“Hm, what do you mean?”

“You can’t take the bottom card!”

“Hm, but I am~”

“That’s against the rules.”

“Not in my game of durak.”

“I never specifically said you have to take the top card of the pile,”

“So I’ll take the four I need from the bottom~”

“But you-“

“Relax, I’ll leave the one for you, but oh! Would you look at that,”

The girl raises her elbow, as the bracelets make a harmonizing sound clashing together, she takes a shimmering card from her hand. All you can see is white for a minute, as the polished surface seems to direct light right at you.

“King of clubs!”

Shit, now you’re really screwed.

She giggles with joy and malice, shooting a look right at you, faux sympathy sewn between her words.

“You wanna give up now, or keep playing, see how far you’ll get?”

No, you’re determined to save this boy from the utter humiliation he’s been put in.

“No, let’s keep going.”

You’ll win this somehow.

“Fine, can’t wait to have two adorable little housepets~”

You definitely will.

…

“Oh, and would you look at that, we both have one card left,”

Her eyes dance around the table.

“Ah, but there’s one more card left in the deck.”

“It’s all yours, new meat.”

“I…”

Shit, shit, SHIT! How could this happen, how did it end up like this?!

One card, ONE card, and you know she kas the king of clubs. God, this is so unfair! Sorry, but it seems you just couldn’t save him, the boy with the black streaked hair. Guess you’ll both have to succumb to the fate of bad luck.

And that smile, that smirk on his face, it’ll go away. It’ll go away with the next one card.

Card…

The card!

You can’t believe it. It’s… it’s an ace of clubs!

“Well, your turn, new meat.”

She interrupts your thoughts like darkness over light, however the polish of these cards will never cease to bring light.

“Ace of clubs.”

“What…?”

The blonde girl seems to drain. She looks as if an empty blood bag, all see through and crumbled, about to be tossed in the trash with small little blood drops and smears.

She picks up the card, her bracelets no longer dangle with the glee and mischief they did before, adding it to the collection of cards that was and is her demise.

“Queen of spades.”

And that’s how she lost. That’s, how you ended up saving the boy. And that’s exactly when lady luck started enveloping you.

Maybe luck wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe it’s a viable currency to have. No inflation, and no cost of investments, all you have to do is control, for it’ll come to you naturally.

Lady luck, the spotted currency of our future. And power, the food that’ll feed luck, the light that will bring demise to this school.

You, the key to ending them all.

…

Four months have passed since you joined the Hyakkaou Private Academy.

And it’s been exactly four months since your very first gamble.

The blonde girls name, you learned, was Himiko Toga, and she was one of the students that recently gained fame, for suddenly rising to the top in the gambling game. Luck had quickly overcome her, and she was playing games with people left and right, sometimes even challenging some of the higher ups, however, never getting too far. Himiko became arrogant. And it seems that arrogance and luck don’t mix transparently for long.

The time for her downfall accumulated quickly, and what seemed to crack the hourglass was the gamble with you. After winning the game and freeing the blonde boy with the black streak in his hair (whose name, you later learned, was Denki), Himiko felt humiliated and challenged you to another game, however, turning it down as to not push your luck too much, Himiko seemed to become even more enraged, starting to question if ‘do you even know who I am?!’ and threatening to ‘ruin your life and start here at this school!!’.

Long story short, Himiko didn’t seem to recover from her loss, going on to engage in even riskier and bigger gambles, until she played herself into debt and is now rumored to be a housepet.

However, for you, luck seemed to cling on as if a bee to honey. Was it beginners’ luck? Were you just that good at playing the variety of card games? Did your mind just function a different way? Was it easier for you to grasp the concepts and loopholes of such games? You found as time went on, you raised these questions to yourself more and more.

And as time went on, you seemed to slowly lose the path to the quest you seemed to grace yourself upon.

“Alright, so that’s three today, we can end it here as to not push our luck too hard,”

“Uhuh…”

“But with the way it’s going, I’d say we have quite good chance of saving another.”

“Right.”

“They seem to be-“

“These gambles are getting boring.”

“What?”

“I don’t know… It just seems that there isn’t the same excitement there is to them as there was before…”

“Was before? (y/n), it’s been four months.”

“And?”

“And I think the winnings are getting to your head.”

It’s true, it does seem that the late string of success is seemingly getting longer, however thinner too.

“Agh! I don’t know, Denki, I think I’m just used to the level of stupidity these people radiate.”

“Wow, that’s low.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to win against them?”

“Yeah, once you figure them out, it’s easy, boring sailing from there.”

“Maybe you should challenge more powerful opponents.”

“Meh, they’ll probably be even easier to figure out,”

The arrogance.

“Spoiled little babies with golden spoons up their ass.”

It’s getting to you.

“Easy.” you sit back lamely, with a flail of your hand in the air, a show of boredom. You probably look like a rococo painting, spilled on the red sofa, as if a garden of red dahlias surrounds you. Dramatic.

“If you feel that way, maybe you should candidate for the student body president.” Denki seems a little fed up.

“Hmm… maybe…”

“It’d be for a good cause.” he tries to encourage.

“I’ll think about it,”

The coziness of the lonesome breakroom seems to dissipate slowly, as if melting time.

Melting time.

Time is melting…

A groan escapes your lips.

“Whatever, let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“Doesn’t matter, just go.”

…

The library once made a huge impression on you. The love for literature runs deep in the Hara blood. Legend has it that when spilled, your families blood roots deep into the soil and grows the most mightiest libraries. Apparently, that’s how the library of Alexandria came to be, and apparently it burned down because of rivaling enemies.

So, it’s no surprise that the same love for books runs deep within your soul. From learning to read at the age of three, to sleeping in the library, amongst the books is where you feel most at home.

The school’s library was definitely something to behold. It’s a place that seemed to flood instant stillness onto you. At the beginning weeks, you spent a lot of time here, sitting and reading, finding meaning amongst the words of dead trees.

However, it faded quickly, as one late night here opened a whole new world of the school to you. The conversations, the moans, the gambles – it all seemed so strange, so sacred, so… sacrilegious. The library was a sanctuary, yet it’s defiled by the dirty thoughts and lustful actions preformed here late at night.

You’re back here, the middle of day. The day is when the sanctuary sleeps, and so it seems not much action is taking place today.

A few gambles, some poorly hidden makeout sessions, and a sprinkle of studying students. The definition of a diverse haven.

“Deeenki–!”

“Right here, (y/n).”

“I’m bored, let’s gamble for a bit.” You smile at the blonde man, flashing the glossiest eyes you can in an attempt to persuade him.

“Oh man, I’d sure love to,” he excuses, “but I think I’m done for today, gonna save my energy for the night.”

Ugh, excuses, excuses.

“You prude, you’re just afraid I’m going to win again.” You argue.

“Maybe,” he steps closer to you, right in front, “so I think I’ll save myself the humiliation and meet you later at class.” He leans down and gently pecks your forehead. This doesn’t seem to satisfy you.

“Denkiii–!” you whine.

He leans back.

“Yeah yeah, why don’t you stomp your foot too and start fussing even more.” He muses, playfully teasing you.

“Screw you!” you retort as he turns his back and simply waves, walking out of the huge room and probably to the café.

Whatever, guess you’ll have to find your own fun.

…

One, two, three gambles in and the adrenaline is already wearing off. It’s boring, really. The fourth gamble is no longer to save a housepet. The fifth gamble is no longer a small sum of money at stake. The sixth gamble gets some blood rushing to that head, as it no longer stops at card games. And the seventh? Oh, the seventh gamble is what sends you to heaven. The riskiest one with the biggest amount of money at stake and even later: your life.

Success did not abandon your eyes for even a second; the housepets, the money, the winnings, following you like a tightly sewn shadow, not one piece daring to flake.

With power and luck, adrenaline seems to disappear, soaked up with the likes of a drying sponge, right in heat.

And so, it seems that–

Oh?

Who’s that? Who’s there?

Another little blonde boy seemingly not knowing where to gamble?

He seems lost.

Come on, why don’t you be a good little girl and help this poor student out. Show him the ropes, get him under your wing. After all, you are the best, so why not give him a good start.

A little voice whispers to you in the back of your head. ‘It’s wrong,’ it says, ‘your mission is to save them, not gamble them into debt’.

But, is it really that wrong? From the looks of it, he’s going to gamble himself into debt sooner or later, so why not make the circumstances nice and at least give him an easy start, a chance to grasp the reality of his situation and then let him go when he seems to toughen up a bit.

‘You mean, pays you back,’

No.

Maybe…

‘He won’t have anything to pay you back with if you do this’

Hm, then he’ll be a pretty little housepet for you. Plus, he’d look just so adorable right on his knees for you.

Hm, this voice is getting annoying, and if you hover around too long, he might just get taken away. Go to him.

‘It’s wrong!’ the little voice screams. It seems to keep fading away. So far, far away…

Meh, what does it know about wrong and right? This feels right, this feels… exciting. So you’re going to do it. You’ll cure your boredom here, for now…

“Why hello there, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” you extend your hand with a smile, “I’m (y/n), what’s your name?” you keep that cute, most innocent smile you can gather plastered strongly on your face.

The blonde man turns around, throwing one fiery eye down to you, right from his shoulder. There seems to be true warmth burning and melting your face off, as his stare only intensifies the longer you stay quiet.

You know, he doesn’t look too bad up front. Even a bit scarier than you initially thought and saw from afar. Clean blonde hair defiantly, though, nicely, spiked with a little bad boy punk vibe. Sharp eyes and jaw that, no doubt, look just gorgeous looking up at you and dirtied. And the way his uniform fits him… He’s bigger than you, taller too. Shrinking a bit in his presence, he seems firm. Those biceps can’t successfully hide from you, and no doubt the abdomen under his shirt has a nice, hard round to it. The belt on those pants? Seems a bit loose, you catch yourself wondering if he has a pretty little trail down his stomach that you can trace down with your finger…

Oh, you can tell he’ll be a fun one to break.

“Bakugou.” a rough voice interrupts your thoughts.

You smile at him even more, not moving your hand for an inch. Bakugou seems to ignore this, staring at you lazily, a neutral frown flowing through his face.

“I said your name, dummy” you tease, lightheartedly laughing.

Bakugou shifts his eyes to your hand and back to you, his hands occupied by his pockets. He snarls.

“And it’s polite to shake a person’s hand when they offer!” scolding him seems to drag a bit more emotion out.

His eyes dart down, up, up, up and, he smiles, sharp white teeth shining on display.

“Katsuki,” he continues smiling a malicious grin, grabbing your outstretched palm, that was starting to get sore from how long you were waiting for him to shake it. He shakes it roughly, a truly firm, authoritative grip.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, (y/n)?”

The way he says, uses your name, flakes of boldness seem to simmer from your eyes.

“No actually, I’m not.” A little sparkle glints in your eye; how cute.

How cute indeed he thinks.

“What business do you have with me?” Bakugou cuts right to the chase, a bored expression now shadowing his face.

“Well, I, uhm...” you’re caught off guard, “I wanted to show you around the school, introduce you to the rules and all.” you beam, confidence once again pooling in your voice.

“Don’t need it.” he states simply, hardly swaying his hand, putting it right back into his pocket. You realize you’re losing his attention as he starts to slowly fidget, absently turning around.

“Oh, well, I’m sure I can give you a better tour,” you lean in “I can even show you all the cool hidden places.” you giggle as if you just told a secret in middle school.

“Like I said, don’t need it.” he shrugs, now fully taking the attention out of your grasp and turning to walk away onto his business.

No? Is he saying no? No one ever tells you no!

“Hey! Why don’t you quit being so arrogant, or it’ll get you into a lot of trouble around here.” dissatisfaction slurring the lines of your sentence.

He starts laughing. How adorable, a little bitch that doesn’t know her place.

“What’s so funny, you jerk!”

God, you’re like a child.

“Why don’t you watch that tongue of yours,”

“It’ll get you in a lot of trouble.”

How dare he? Ho fucking dare he?!

You don’t even feel bad about the fate your about to bestow upon him.

Neither does he.

“You know what?” you’re fed up, “I challenge you to a gamble.”

He looks back at you from afar. Confusion seems to color his face.

Yeah, this’ll show him.

“Why would I even-”

“It’s the school’s rules,” you cut him off, “you can’t refuse a gamble.” lies flow out of your mouth like dust from a book.

Bakugou smiles.

“Really?” he questions, “those are some dumb rules, don’t you think?”

Ugh! Why is he so difficult!

“No, they’re not dumb, and you have to obey them!” more symphonies of lies.

“So, let me get this straight,”

“I can’t refuse any gamble, even if I don’t have any money?”

God, you’re so cute when you get lost in your lies. He would just love to place a few hard smacks on that plump ass of yours, see if you’d stop being such a brat.

“Well, no… but…”

But, but, what?

“But you can’t refuse a gamble from a higher up, and since you’re new, you have to listen to me.”

You’d look so cute if you started crying right now.

“Fine,” Bakugou laughs, “I’ll gamble with you, princess.”

Yes! Finally! You’ll show this little bastard his place.

You grin.

“But,” Bakugou interrupts, “we play my game, by my rules,”

A smile, malice dripping from his lips.

“To make it fair.” he clarifies.

Whatever, why do you care, you’ve got plenty of luck on your side, so even fairness won’t save him from oncoming fate.

“Housepet! Get us a table.”

…

“We’re going to be playing a card game, called ‘more than’,”

Great, another card game. Maybe it won’t get your adrenaline pumping, but it will surely bring some nice satisfaction as you wipe the floor with Bakugou Katsuki.

“Are you listening, princess?”

“Yes, and stop calling me that.”

He grins.

“The aim of the game is to flip a higher card than mine and vice versa.”

He’s awfully smug for a newbie. Whatever.

“There are two stacks, you can choose which one you want to take and we can only switch decks once, and only half the deck.”

His attention is drawn to the cards as he sits in front of you. He touches and flips through them, giving a nod to the dealer and handing them over to mix and divide; dreamlike dark warmth of the room surrounding you. The dark brown, almost black, of the table hooks your eyes. With a nail digging the side of it, you seem to meditate, slowly storing, gathering the shining luck that seeps your eyes like an aura.

“Don’t be nervous, princess, choose a stack.” he smiles.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” with a rude drag, you snatch the card deck on the right.

“Let’s just begin this.”

…

Four and six, five and two, seven and three, nine and ace. Wow, you’re pretty good at this. Though, no surprise, no need to knock you out of your boots, after all, this is a game of luck and you just about mastered the art of it.

One - two, that’s a lose. One - two, that’s another lose. You know what, no, it’s okay, your just saving up your luck towards the end.

Seven - four, there you go, things are starting to get better.

Eight - king. Alright, maybe not that good.

Ten – ace. Shit, that’s not good.

Queen and… another ace?!

“This is unfair! You’re cheating!” a bold claim, worth the knock of the chair.

“How can it be unfair, princess? This is just a game of luck.”

That smug bastard, he’s gonna get what he deserves.

You narrow your eyes.

“I wanna switch decks,” you proclaim with a bratty tone, “now.”

What he wouldn’t give to get you over his knee right now.

“Fine, take the half you want.” he complies, splitting the remainder of his deck into two parts.

“Hmm…” you ponder for a second, reaching for the right again. However, a tiny flash of his grin seems to stop you and with a sudden change, you twist your hand for the left side.

Bakugou seems a bit enraged, though, his expression may not have of changed. You’re not sure, you didn’t take a proper look at his face; you’ll have plenty of time to do that once he becomes your own personal housepet.

Eye contact fails to secure you in place, as you lean back with a deck in your hand, sticking out your tongue to Bakugou and mixing the cards at grasp.

Bakugou’s expression drops, as he leans in closer to choose his side of the deck, mumbling some incoherent words along the way.

Your earrings clink as you move your head forwards with a malicious smile.

“You know what, this whole big money thing isn’t really getting the adrenaline pumping through,” let’s put your plan into action.

“I think we should up the stakes.” You lean a bit more forward, cradling your chin with the warmth of your palms. Silver earrings feeling cold against the warmth of your check.

Bakugou smirks.

“That’s some big talk coming from someone who’s miserably losing.”

“Screw you, it’s because this isn’t interesting enough!” complaining, the symphony of brats, “OoOoh, let’s play a boring ol’ card game, oOoOh, let’s make it as easy as possible, OoOoh, let’s not even involve any math! Just a plain little kids’ game.” you mock, eyes rolling to the heavens, hands mimicking something unknown, furious red washing your words.

Bakugou’s grin drops.

“Fine, doll, let’s up the stakes,” he agrees through clenched teeth, “what do you propose?”

Such a slowness envelopes his last words, a chilling feeling dances down the back of your spine.

The adrenaline’s kicking in.

“Let’s gamble for our lives~” the words flown and drawn out nicely, a change in pitch to really cement the idea. Bakugou starts laughing.

“Ahaha! Really! Our lives?” he continues laughing.

A huff escapes your lips, a feeling of confliction drowns your body.

“Yes, new meat, our lives,” you sit back, arms and legs crossed, “if you didn’t know, there’s a housepet system in this school.” eyebrows pinching with every word of the explanation.

Bakugou lets out an even more roaring laugh.

“Oh, I know it,” he plays with his fingers, eyes peaking at you through darkened lashes, “I know very well.”

“Then let’s bet that; if you lose, you have to be my housepet.”, he smiles at this.

“And if you lose?”

“I won’t.” a simple answer cuts him off.

“How courages,” he muses, “but if you do, the I guess the same rules apply to you.”

“I won’t lose.” you repeat yourself.

“Heh, let’s continue the game.”

…

God, switching cards really wasn’t a good idea.

King and ace. Four and queen? What is happening!

The stacks of cards are almost exhausted, thus, you come to an end. You only need two more cards, that would be greater than his to win all and everything.

Oh, the adrenaline is pumping, each touch of a card seems more numb than the other.

One, two, three, four cards left. Four.

“Watcha waiting for princess, turn your card.”

You gulp.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want once I win.”

“Yeah, puppy? I’m sure you will.” you tease, giving your best gleaming innocence eyes. A mocking nickname suiting his scowl.

“The only way you’ll win is if you have the blessing of Apollo on your side,”

“A blessing?”

“A blessing of luck.”, a look straight from your lashes.

“But, sadly for you,” a hinder to your actions, “I’ve got his blessing,” you reach out your arm to flip a card from your stack, Bakugou does the same. “For, you see,” you flip your card, eyes shooting straight to his, “blonde men seem to like me.”

Three – two.

The odds are in your favor.

Bakugou’s demeanor doesn’t seem to switch, as he crosses his arms, elbows on the table. Tilted head, shimmering the colorful light of his eyes straight through the thick sloped strand of blonde hair. He doesn’t say anything, the echo of a clearing throat playing through the room as he looks away, reaching to switch another card. The first to break eye contact, for you did never.

The plastic glaze of the card scratches the wooden surface, a rustling of another card following close behind, as a grin never leaves your face.

Three – six.

Uh oh.

Don’t worry, no need to panic, there are still two cards left; all you need is for them to be higher than his and voila! You’ll have saved your life and gained a new pet.

Getting a new pet… something you’ve never done before. It’s mostly been just taking pets from others, saving them from their miserable lives. Lives, you could never imagine having.

The room slowly starts to spin as the time to flip your cards comes again.

Phew, this card game really is pushing the adrenaline through your body.

The convulsion…

What a disease.

Katsuki sticks his tongue out, if only for a bit, licking his lips simply, before reaching for both his cards.

“Ready?”

“I thought we were supposed to flip them one at a time…”

“Yeah, but you’ve only got two cards left, and from my counting, if both are higher than mine, then you win,”

“Let’s not drag this game out more than we have to, and just finish it quickly, whadya say, princess?” he smiles, the row of sharp tooth on display. Such an ingenuine smile, you’ll teach him to make it better.

You frown.

“I’m ready, puppy.” you retort easily, his smile instantly dropping to one of annoyance. Right, what a fucking brat.

“One,”

“Two...”

“Three!”

A blankness, sheet of white envelope the sight before you.

White, simple light.

Nine to jack, and King to joker.

That retched fucking joker.

Your smile drops, along with it, pride seems to tumble down the souls stairs.

Nine to jack? King and a joker? This can’t be fucking right… Can’t be fucking fair!

“W-what…” a quiet tone drags the words in a breath from your lips.

“Heh,” Bakugou grins, a malicious smile playing on his lips, “see, princess, that’s the problem with you,” he stands, the draw back of the chair not even daring to rival the ringing sounding through your head right now. “You’re naïve,” he leans on the table forward, flicking your forehead, “a little dumb in the head,”, he comes closer to your face, “you don’t know how to count your cards yet,”, he leans completely over the table, a whisper right up against your ear: “and you don’t know who you’re playing against.”

You continue staring, into the distance, at him, mouth agape, in shock, in disbelief.

The feeling of a simple kiss on your forehead, the wetness of his lips a little present in the same spot.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers, “and I can’t wait to have so much fun with you, princess.”

He leans back completely.

“Who knew you’d fall right into my arms?”

“W-who are you?”, a stutter.

“Me?”, he smiles, “I’m Bakugou Katsuki,”

“Head of the student body.”

Shit.

“And now, your first little punishment for even trying to go against me, why don’t you lift that tiny little skirt of yours and show me that pretty little ass.”

You stare at him in disbelief, still processing the previous words, not grasping, or even registering what’s being asked, no, demanded of you.

“Come on,” he encourages condescendingly, “what are you waiting for?”

“Bend over the fucking table and show me your ass.”, you probably look just adorable all fucked out, red, and crying.

You can’t… you don’t have anything to say. His words, his actions, his wants, they’re just undefinable to you.

You stand up slowly, still in denial, still processing your defeat.

Luck, luck has abandoned you! How could it, how dare it! This is not the way it’s supposed to go! You were supposed to be in control of it, it was supposed to serve you. How could it, how could you… Apollo must’ve cried the river of rains, thus, washing away your glow, the aura of your luck. Was it fate? Could you blame fate? Does fate control luck? Or does luck control fate? There is no way to know, there is no need to know. It’s luck, your luck has been abandoned.

Bakugou is not a man of patience. And, as you soon found out, it did extend to you, as he found your preparation for your humiliating consequences too slow, and with a little push, he has you face down and ass on display over the table; pretty little chest squishing the cards, and silver earing digging into the side of your face.

“What are you doing?!”, you struggle, complaining and moaning of anger with squirms to stand up and give him a piece of your mind.

Though, lucky for you, Bakugou knows exactly how to tame brats like you.

Your exclaims and thrashes of anger die down quickly, as a hard smack echoes through the now quite room. A harsh spank, delivered by Bakugou stings the right of your ass, as you still and gather on what to do next.

Meanwhile, Bakugou places a warm palm on the small of your back, keeping you in place, gathering your arms and manicured nails into one of his. As he switches arms, he speaks to you harshly:

“Count, and fucking thank me for the patience I have with you after.”

“Miss a number, and I’m gonna teach you how to count the old-fashioned way.”

SMACK, ‘One’.

“I don’t hear you counting.” SMACK.

“One.”

SMACK.

“T-two.”

SMACK.

“Three!”

SMACK.

“Ngh… four…!”

He raises his hand for another.

“Ngh-agh…”, you whimper, readying for another pool of pain.

SMACK.

“Five!” you moan with that word, leaning forward and biting hard to your lips, as not to cry.

God, if you think you’re going to leave a room with Bakugou without being made to cry, then you’re one delusional brat.

Bakugou rubs the reddening plump of your ass, as he readies, disorientates you for your next hit. And that’s exactly how six, seven, eight spanks go through; all the way till you reach ten. Little droplets of tears rain from your cheeks, as you stifle and hold in those cute little hiccups and sobs for mercy.

Aw, how cute, you think you can really get away from Bakugou without giving him what he wants.

By the hard, reddening sting of spank twenty, your walls have long crumpled, as the river stream of tears and melodious prayers of begs fall from your plump lips, Bakugou stops at twenty-two, and runs soothing circles against the raw flesh.

As he keeps running them, his fingers slide down, down the back of your frilly, girly panties (God, you’re just so adorable, aren’t you?), and from the back of that cute little dampening spot, to your puffy little clit.

A quiet, but sweet, moan of satisfaction leaves you, as his rough fingers hit a touch against that spot...

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