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Ejirou Kirishima was wearing thin. Managing his hero career, coordinating with his PR team, and being a single father on top of that left little time to care for himself. His ex-wife was no help either. She never took their daughter out, never paid child support (not that he really needed it), and never even really saw her. He was running on fumes with no help whatsoever.

So that's why he was so relieved when his agent recommended your nannying service to him.

You were one of the top nannies in Japan. You had worked with some of the most influential politicians, heroes, celebrities, and business owners all over the country. And your resume spoke for itself. The elites had nothing but glowing reviews of your services. Not only did you adhere strictly to the (albeit sometimes wild and deeply unnecessary) rules that the families had laid out for you, but you genuinely cared for each and every child that was placed under your care. You connected with them: listened to them talk, asked them questions about their hobbies, played with them, learned their favorite foods, and even remembered the names of everyone important to them.

Needless to say, when his agent offered to contact you and set up an interview between you two, he agreed almost instantly. 

You arrived at a large, modern-style estate in a simple sundress and a shawl. Nothing too flashy, nothing too expensive. You had learned after almost a decade of nannying, you had learned that modest is better. You had always been naturally curvier, which, in the beginning of your career, caused some parents to doubt your intentions when coming into their home. Husbands thought you were a bad influence on their young, impressionable daughters. Wives thought you were there to try to seduce their husbands. In reality, you were just trying to get paid. Nothing more.

After ringing the doorbell, the pro hero opened the door and smiled at you. 

“Welcome in,” he said, offering his hand for you to shake. “I’m Ejirou Kirishima, but I’m sure you already know that.” You grabbed onto his hand and gave it a firm shake as you introduced yourself.

Upon meeting you for the first time, Ejiro realized two things.

Firstly, his daughter was going to be in good hands.

And secondly, it was going to be very hard to keep his hands off of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, (l/n). Come in, and we can get started.”

He led you into the dining room and pulled out a chair for you and gestured for you to sit. Impressed by his chivalry, you couldn’t help but blush as you thanked him. 

“No need to thank me, miss. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to give you a little interview now, aren’t I?”

His voice was nonchalant, a welcome change of pace from the clients you usually took on. You nodded expectantly and watched as he sat down in front of you at the table. 

“So, to start off, I just wanna tell you a bit about my daughter,” He started. Oh, right. You actually didn’t really know anything about his daughter. While Red Riot was a popular hero and celebrity, he drew a sharp line where his public life ended and his personal life began. His ex-wife, a civilian, not in the hero business, was only known to the public by her first name. She rarely went out with him. There were very few photos of her floating around the internet, if any at all. The only reason people knew they had divorced is that he got his tattooed ring covered up. “But first, I’ll have you sign this NDA. Not cause I don’t trust you or anything, but just so I can say I did.”  His daughter was even more of a secret. No one knew when she was born, what she looked like, or even her name. Ejirou was fiercely protective of her privacy and made it abundantly clear that he would not be revealing anything to the public anytime soon. He was a loving, protective father who would stop at nothing to protect the ones he loved. 

And that was part of what was so sexy about him.

You quickly skimmed over the NDA. It was pretty basic. All it really said was you were not allowed to repeat any private information you hear pertaining to his home life. That included family members, close friends, as well as any individual you came into contact with or had only heard about because of him. You quickly signed it before sliding it back over to him with a small smile. He took it from you and began sharing. 

“Her name is Kanako. Shes four and a half, and she’s honestly kinda crazy. She’s got crazy energy, gets it from her auntie Mina. Have you ever worked with smaller children before?”

“Yeah, I have! I've worked with a lot of toddlers, actually.”

He seemed impressed by that and smiled at you. 

“Great, so you’ll know what to expect! Cause well, she’s pretty wild.” 

You smiled and laughed. You were used to kids like that, chaotic toddlers who were constantly screaming and did anything but listen. You knew how to handle them.

“Oh, that’s alright. I’ve dealt with my fair share of crazy kids. I’m more than ready to handle it. Could you tell me some of the expectations you have for me? Like, things that you want me to be in  charge of?”

“As long as Kanako gets taken care of and fed, that’s all I really care about,” Ejirou shrugged slightly. “I just want to make sure she’s getting attention when I’m away. I have people to watch her, but she doesn't really connect with them, you know? She’s a bit shy around people she doesn’t know that well. I just figured it would be nice for her to have someone who's always here.”

You nodded at that. That was the very reason most families hired nannies. Normal babysitters usually weren’t consistent enough to truly connect with the child, since they usually had a rotation of clients that they’d only see every so often. With a nanny, especially a live-in, like you were, the child got undivided attention. 

After a few more logistics questions, Ejirou smiled.

“When can you start?”

You blinked at that. You were definitely a top nanny, but you usually weren’t just hired on the spot. Most families interviewed others before selecting a nanny. But, with a high-profile client like this, you knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Uhm, I can quickly pack my stuff and be ready tomorrow, if that works for  you?”

“Really? That’d be great, actually! Cya then!”

…

After starting the next day, you actually barely saw Ejirou. He was constantly gone working, and when he was home, he was usually sleeping. You didn’t mind, however. It was fairly normal for the parents you worked for to be gone a lot. Instead, you focused on little Kanako. He was correct; she was incredibly shy the first day you watched her. However, the more time you spent with her, the more she opened up. She was a little crazy sometimes, admittedly, but you loved her all the same. She was constantly running and jumping around, and when she wasn't doing that, she was saying things that made you question your sanity.

“You look like mommy! Are you my new mommy?”

You tried to correct her, but the toddler was incredibly insistent. She began calling you mommy.

A few weeks had gone by, and you were mostly settled into your routine. Honestly, the hardest part of high-profile clients was the houses. They were so big and stupidly hard to navigate.

Which is why, one night, after getting up for a snack. You ended up opening the door to the wrong room. You opened the door, expecting the sight of your cozy, dark room with your phone in the bed.

Instead, there was a man there. 

Pro hero Red Riot.

And something else was red in that bed. And that something else was big.

Ejirou was lying in the bed, with his laptop on his chest and his cock in his hands. On the computer screen, some porno was playing quietly. You couldn’t help but notice that the female actress bore an almost uncanny resemblance to you. 

As soon as the light from the hallway entered the room, Ejirou’s eyes shot over at you. You hadn’t been prepared to see anyone, much less him, and it showed. You were wearing a bralet that barely did anything to obscure the view of your tits, and baggy sweatpants that hung a bit too low. When his eyes finally met yours, you immediately began apologizing and went to close the door. But before you could close the door, he stopped you. 

“Wait. I could use some help…”

You swore you almost felt your soul leave your body. Help him? You couldn’t. You shouldn't. 

It was in your agency’s contract. You were forbidden from having sex with the parents of the children you were nannying for. Just because this time, you were nannying for a sexy dilf who clearly thought you were his type didn’t change that. You prided yourself on your professionalism.

“Uhm… I’m uh, not really allowed to.. Y’know.. I can’t really fuck a parent…”

“I’m not asking for you to fuck me… just, asking if you can lend me a hand… or a mouth…”

Shit. You couldn’t argue with that logic. Or, well, your cunt couldn't. 

You slowly approached the bed and got on your knees. He immediately closed the laptop and sat on the edge of the bed. The real thing was way better than anything he could find on that shitty porn website anyway. 

He pressed the tip against your lips as he waited for you to take him in. You pressed a few kisses into it before slowly opening your mouth and allowing him to slide it in. It was a bit of a stretch, but you made it work. He allowed you some time to adjust, his hands finding their way to your hair as he whispered to you. 

“You know.. This was all I was thinking about the day that I hired you...”

As soon as he could tell you were comfortable, he began violently thrusting into your mouth. It was a complete 180 from how gently he had just been. It would’ve scared you if it wasn’t so sexy. His pace was almost animalistic, clearly pent and frustrated.  He was tired of being gentle.

“So good… such a good mouth for me…”

You moaned as he continued to abuse your throat, which only made him go harder. He grabbed your hair and guided your head so fast, you genuinely thought you might get whiplash. 

“That’s it… Take it like a good girl...”

As he got closer and closer to climax, he only got rougher. He was fucking your mouth so hard, you could hardly breathe. It was a miracle that you hadn’t choked. He began groaning more and more as you continued to work, his hands still vigorously guiding your head.

“Gonna cum.. You better swallow all of it, okay…?”

His voice was soothing and gentle, a sharp contrast to the sharp and fast way he was destroying your throat. After a few more hard thrusts, he came in your mouth, warming the back of your throat after he had just fucked it raw. A bit dribbled down your chin as you swallowed it, before you stuck your tongue out to prove you did what was asked. He slowly stood up and helped you off your knees before pulling you into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. He broke away from the kiss for a moment to whisper to you.

“Keep this up, and you won’t ever stay in your own room again...”

𑣲 part 2! cw: smut

“Pull the lever on your right,” Katsuki hummed. As soon as you did, the seat flew backwards, leaving you lying down. He crawled into the passenger seat so that he was on top of you. His lips pressed against the skin of your collarbone. Not gentle, but hungry. Then, his mouth trailed down to your chest. He made quick work of it, sucking bruise after bruise into the cleavage that your dress made no effort to hide. Your hand found its way into his hair, pushing his face into your skin as you let out a desperate whine. 

The noises you made gave Katsuki a sudden boost of confidence. He grinned against you and began to whisper against your skin, his breath making you shiver. “You like that, baby?”

You nodded, your hips bucking slightly in anticipation. His strong hands made their way to your thighs, pushing them apart with an authoritative finality. He then maneuvered his legs so that he was kneeling on the floor mats that definitely cost an absurd amount. Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you until he was close enough to you. Then, he lowered his mouth to the space between your legs. He chuckled as he pressed a small kiss into the damp spot in your panties, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure coursing through you.

“I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re already so wet…”

He pressed one more fast kiss into you before using his teeth to pull them down. Once he got them a little more than halfway down your thighs, he made quick work of his hands and practically ripped them off of you. He tossed them onto the passenger seat before undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. It was already hard and dripping with precum, making his arousal known. Your eyes went wide at the pure size of it. It was a common joke on the internet that the reason the pro hero was so loud and arrogant was because he was lacking in length. Seeing him now, you realized he wasn’t cocky because he had something to hide. 

He was cocky because he had the length to back it up.

“Damn,” you muttered. “I’d be an asshole too if I had all that..”

He rolled his eyes at your muttering, then glanced at the screen display in the car, silently checking the time before climbing back on top of you with a small scoff.

“Are we gonna do this, or are you just gonna keep running that pretty little mouth? Cause you only got 20 minutes before you gotta be back in there.” 

You shut up real quick. 

“Tch, thought so,” He huffed. “Now shut up and take it.”

And with that, he lined the tip of his cock up with your entrance, not bothering to try to tease you before grabbing your hips and pulling you down to take him. You felt your lip quiver as you whispered his name, your legs shaking as your cunt struggled to accept his whole length.

“Katsuki…”

“Yeah, doll? C’mon, you can do it…”

His praise helped you to be less tense. When you finally got comfortable, he began thrusting in and out of you. His pace was vigorous, relentless even. The sound of your moans and your bodies meeting mixed with the soft hum of the car, which was a constant reminder of the time constraint which you two were operating under. 

He kept his brutal pace up as you continued to come undone for him. You couldn’t even form words; just sounds of pure pleasure escaped you as he pounded into you. He whispered sweet praises into your ear, gently biting it as he did so. 

“You like that, huh?”

“So fucking tight…”

“Fuck, it’s like you were made for me, baby…”

The added sensation was as overstimulating as he was arousing.

You couldn’t even warn him that you were close. You were so full of him that the feeling of his cock was all you could focus on. As your legs trembled under him, he sensed you were close and picked up the pace even more. You let out a loud whine as you climaxed, your back arching as he finally slowed down the pace. You felt him release inside you, his head dropping to your shoulder as he groaned into you. 

The two of you stayed like that for a moment before he reluctantly pulled out of you and moved back to the driver's seat. Allowing you to sit up. You sat up to catch your breath before pulling down the sun visor to look at your reflection. You spent a moment fixing your hair and applying a bit of lip gloss. It was only when you tilted the visor down that you noticed all the hickeys on your chest. You gasped at the absurd amount of them and smacked his arm.

“Katsuki, what the fuck?! I can’t work like this!”

“So don’t. Quit that stupid ass job and come home with me tonight.”

…You didn't return to work after that break. Or ever, for that matter. 

𑣲 part 1 of 2!

Katsuki Bakugo saw these types of establishments as tacky, for lack of a better term. It wasn’t a good look for a pro hero to be seen at a hostess club, no matter how nice it was. Even the high entry fee couldn't buy class. 

However, one night, Kaminari and Kirishima dragged him to one of these high-end places after patrol ended. He had told them no, to get lost and leave him alone, but they were nothing if not persistent.

“Aw, come on, man! The chicks there are so fine..”

“Don’t kill the vibe, bro…it’ll be fun, you'll see.”

Eventually, to maintain his sanity, he gave in. This wasn't the hill he was willing to die on. 

He went in with low expectations, as he did for most things in life. He was going to blow a bunch of money to drink painfully basic alcohol and talk to painfully basic women. Perfect thing to do after 8 hours of patrol in the hot summer sun, no way he’d rather spend his evening. 

The three men walked into the club and checked out the ladies, seeing if there were any they wanted to request specifically. As he suspected, Katsuki found none of the workers particularly alluring. Pretty? Sure. Drop dead gorgeous? Maybe, objectively. But none of them were really attractive enough to go out of his way to talk to. 

That was, until he saw you. 

You were standing by the bartender in a short, black dress that left very little to the imagination, probably requesting another round for your current clients.  goddamn. See, now that was a face and body Katsuki would be willing to blow an absurd amount of money on. 

Katuski found himself marching up to the reception desk, ditching the two morons he came here with. Once he got up to the receptionist, he pointed to you expectantly. 

“Her. Give me her.”

The receptionist glanced over his shoulder and frowned. 

“Sir, she’s fully booked for the night.”

Katuski’s neutral expression immediately soured. He was Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo. When he wanted something, he got it. 

“So? I don’t give a shit. I’ll pay triple whatever the son of a bitch who has her now did if you give her to me.”

Katuski figured that would work. It always did. Because just like that, he was inside the place, waiting for you to come see him. He was sitting at the bar when you came over. You sat down and recognized him immediately. 

“Dynamight?” 

You asked softly, your voice just as tempting as he thought it would be. He was glad you recognized him; it always boosted his ego. 

“Yep. You a fan?”

You chuckled at that and gently caressed his shoulder. An act that made his face much hotter than he would’ve preferred. 

“Not particularly. I’ve just seen you on TV. Didn’t peg you for the kind of guy to come here...”

Ah, so you weren’t a big fan. He preferred that, actually. Fangirls were annoying. Talking to one of them was really just listening to himself talk. He didn’t like women who just agreed to agree. He was into a little back talk. 

“I’m really not. Those assholes dragged me here,”he hummed, gesturing to Kirishima and Kaminari, who were just across the room. You just chuckled at him. 

“Well, you don’t seem to hate it here… you basically dragged me away from one of my regulars.”

Damn. Not only were you sexy, but you also had an attitude. This was going to be fun. Katsuki couldn’t help but smirk. 

“What can I say? When I see something I want, I fucking take it.”

“Hm. So I caught your eye?”

He almost scoffed at that. You did way more than just catch his eye. 

“Yeah, something like that. What do you like to drink? You like champagne?”

“Yeah, but are you sure you can afford it? A bottle here cost half a fortune. And to buy my other clients out, you had to have paid a enough to feed a small country.”

The way you questioned him sent a pang of heat to his gut. You were fucking with him. You didn’t just have a bit of an attitude, you were sassy. 

And it was way sexier than it should’ve been.

He laughed at your faux concern, draping an arm onto the back of your chair. 

“Doll, heads up: when you're with me, you don’t have to worry about price tags. I got more money than I know what to do with,” Katuski smugly huffed, waving down the bartender. As if to prove his point, he ordered the most expensive bottle of champagne the bar offerered.

The more you two drank and talked, the more tension settled between you and him. His hand hovered just above your shoulder, unable to touch you due to your companies’ policies. As he spoke of life as a pro hero, you couldn't help but notice his physique. He wasn’t like the old men you typically had to entertain. His biceps were on display thanks to the wife  beater he was wearing, the muscle highlighted by the ominous lighting of the bar. His eyes were sharp, dangerous even. The way he was staring at you, like a predator eyeing its prey, made your chest flutter. Eventually, fueled by the champagne, your hand found its way to his thigh, feeling the hard muscle that sat there even when he wasn't flexing it. He grinned at your bold contact, putting his hand on top of yours as he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. 

“I thought hosts weren’t allowed to touch guests…”

You chuckled a bit and leaned in even closer, so close that he could feel your breath. 

“Actually, guests can’t touch hosts.”

He felt his pants get tighter as you inched closer. He lowered his voice even more as he smirked. 

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more private? Like a breakroom or something.”

For a moment, you hesitated. You weren't supposed to get this close to clients, let alone fuck them in the middle of your shift. You sighed and pushed his hand off of yours. 

“I’m not really allowed to do that. I could lose my job.”

Katsuki didn’t like that answer. He wasn’t used to being told no. But he understood why. He wasn’t about to let you get fired for something as stupid as this. After a moment of thinking, he spoke.

“Do you go on break anytime soon?”

You nodded.

“Black Benz,”

He hummed, before waving the bartender over. He quickly closed his tab before getting up to leave, leaving you both incredibly confused and extremely turned on.

About hour later, you snuck out of the backdoor into the parking lot. It was dark outside, so it took awhile, but eventually, you spotted the Mercedes-Benz. The windows were tinted, but it was obvious that it had to belong to someone with money. You went up to the passenger’s seat window and knocked on the dark glass gently. The car almost immediately unlocked, and you instinctively opened the door. As soon as you sat down, Katuski’s hand met your face and pulled you close. 

“How long do you have?”

“Just half an hour,” you whispered. 

He leaned in even closer. 

𑣲 abt me!

hi! my name is lee. i’m 18 yrs old, and i’ve been writing fanfic since i was 13. i only recently started sharing my fics here on tumblr!! i can write:

hurt/comfort (my FAV!!)

spice

fluff

smut (not my strong suit.. trying to improve)

angst

i currently write for these fandoms, but i’m open to expanding and writing for more:

my hero academia

genshin impact

death note

ouran high school host club (no smut)

i can write for both men and women, but pls do NOT ask for any characters who are minors/look like a minor (eg. qiqi, nahida, etc..)

𑣲 ty for reading!!