secretary (2002) w katsuki bakugo ⋆˙⟡ 18+
˚.💌༘⋆ : y/n, a young woman in search for a job, is hired as a secretary by pro-hero dynamight. however, things take a turn when their professional relationship turns into an inappropriate one. wc:2.7k | art - kongpp003 | ♬⋆.˚ i'm your man by leonard cohen
tropes: boss x secretary, dom katsuki (?), reader is freaked out sorry guys this is SO self-indulgent. spitting in mouth, bending over the table,0ral (f receiving), 0verst!mulat!0n, sp@nk!ng, restrain (hands and mouth), f!nger!ng, ch0k!ng. i don't own any characters, songs, or movies mentioned. this is simply for fun. lol.
you initially joined dynamight’s agency as a means to get money, you were desperately seeking any position. heck, you’d even agree to clean the already polished windows if it means some form of incentive.
crashing economy always leads to the most crude routes to gain employment.
so, when you saw a sign outside his agency in bold red writing saying ‘secretary wanted’ you were sure you struck gold.
you stare at yourself in the mirror, after an hour of preening yourself to show up for this interview, you’re finally satisfied with what’s reflecting back to you. you run your palms down your waist, letting out a deep breath, and gathering your things before heading out. the entire commute there, your mind is filled with all forms of prospective questions that could be asked by whoever is interviewing you.
unintentionally, your mind wonders off to thinking about dynamight. his actual name is katsuki bakugou. how beddable, even his name is tempting.
if you were still deep in your juvenescence you would 100% have photos of him on your wall and kiss your soft toy imagining it's him. he's everything sexy and masculine personified. what a bummer it is forseeable he won't be interviewing you.
the building of his agency is sleek and lavish, black and navy blue with his hero colours making up meagre amounts of details. your heels click on the luxury vinyl planks as you make yourself comfortable in the waiting room.
to your suprise, you're the only person in the line. maybe you're the last person to be interviewed?
"miss y/l?" calls out a very handsome man in an elegant suit with shoulder lenght black hair and striking almond eyes.
man, is everyone in this agency going to be hyper-attractive models?
you look at his name tag, however all it says is assistant g, rich people names are next level. no ardent judgement, but 'assistant' is definitely a unique choice for a first name.
"my name is gensho, i'm dynamight's assistant," he says, offering you the most adorable smile that meets his eyes.
you smile back instantly, however, you soon realise your previous foolishness. his name tag says assistant g, as in, he's an assistant and his first initial is 'g', not that his first name is 'assistant'. well damn.
he guides you to your chair and cleans his throat.
"what!" you reply instantly, taken aback at the words coming out of this ridiculously good looking guys face.
"listen, no one wants to be the secretary of someone as impertient as dynamight...the last two left crying after their first week here. so please, we'll give you accomodation and food...just please sign here," he states, voice so incredbily earnest as he points to the dotted signature line at the end of the contract.
you nod, taking in the information, however you're an intelligent and pensive women. you read each line of the contract conscientiously, being attentive to every dot point and semicolon. tilting your head, you've come to the realisation that there's no apparent terms or conditions which would put your livelihood in peril. so, you sign it.
assistant g flashes you his previous smile, but you honestly wish he was flashing you in other ways.
that night, you go to bed looking forward for whatever is to come. you book a nail appointment, buy expensive hair products, and step foot in designer stores with foreign names you can't bloody pronounce.
your freshly manicured nails tap on the binder filled with paperwork given to you to complete before your first day. the environment of the agency is best compared to that of an airport. everything is orderly and you end up seing hyper attractive people you never thought you would.
however, there is one guy which you haven't unfortunately seen yet -- dynamight himself. you toy with your bottom lip, your dissapointment written all over your face.
just then, you hear the loudest foot steps you think you've ever heard in your entire life.
"I TOLD YOU THESE DUMB FUCKING LOSERS ON THESE ONLINE FORUMS OPINIONS ARE NOT MY CONCERN AND YET YOU STILL KEEP MENTIONING THEM"
there can truly only be one person on earth capable to have enough confidence to yell this loud indoors. you look up, and all you see is prominent veins and a sharp jawline. your mind registering it's dynamight only when his crimson eyes meet yours.
maybe it's delusion, maybe it's manifestation but for a split second you see his eyebrows relax.
you intrinsicly stand up, better your posture, and display your name tag that has secretary written on it.
his eyes narrow, and he looks back at assitant g. to which, assistant g returns his signature smile at the two of you.
"i'll leave boss and secretary be," he says, tapping dynamight's shoulder and caressing your left arm as he walks off.
dynamight doesn't speak, but he does open the door open for you as you enter his office. it's painfully boring, you think to yourself at first, but after looking around deeper you find cute details.
a photo from his u.a. days shows him standing beside three guys -- one with bright red hair, one with yellow hair, and one with black hair. in the background, a pink‑haired girl and another girl with dark purple hair are pulling silly faces. at the bottom of the picture frame, it says bakusquad4ever.
red riot? chargebolt? cellophane ? pinkie? earphone jack?
of course all the top heroes went to school together.
your eyes then land on a shelf full of shojo manga -- yona of the dawn, fruits basket, ao haru ride.
there's also a photo of him from when he was younger, smiling, with what is likely his mother and father as they both kiss each of his cheeks. he was a very chubby baby.
"stop staring stalker," says dynamight, body language quite nonchalant for someone usually so explosive.
"sorry, sir dynamight," you reply, looking down, worried about what's to come.
"sir dynamight?" he repeats out loud.
you look up at him, confused and startled. did you say something wrong?
dynamight slams his hands on the desk, jaw tightening.
you take a deep breath, on the verge of tears now, and you hand him your binder filled with paper-work. you stamped it off with a cute smiley face, something which dynamight noticed as he traces his coarse finger on the outline of it.
"what was this for?" he asks.
"about your calvin klein photoshoot, just the contract formation of it," you reply, voice uncharacteristically soft.
he lets out an mmm, almost like a groan. his eyes find yours and he stares at your face like a madman.
"you know about my past secretary's right? fired them all because they were useless"
"are you going to be useless?"
"no, sir dynamight," you reply, closing your eyes.
"don't close your eyes," he says and you promptly open them up.
“you know, my past secretary’s were all incredibly bossy. they’d try and put up a fight with me, but i like you…,” he says, loosening his tie.
“y/n l/n, sir dynamight,” you reply, eyes on his.
are you going insane or is this incredibly inappropriate?
you grab the nearest pen, and in the midst of toying with your lips, you bring the pen up to your mouth. trying to provoke him, to get confirmation that these butterflies you’re feeling in your stomach aren’t one-sided. that this tension isn’t only eating you alive.
he digs in his draws and brings out a large stack of paper work. he slides them over to you, giving you a smile.
“i’m going to have to leave for patrol now, finish these by tomorrow,” he says, getting up from his chair. as he’s about to walk past you, he stops.
his fingers grab the pen on your lip and he pulls it away, his finger now finding the spot where the pen once was. you feel your heart beat increase at the physical contact of his finger tip to your lips.
“my pen aren't for toying around, y/n,”
you nod frantically as you look up at him. his fingers leave your lips. you internally whine. come back. touch me again.
he doesn’t, he closes the door and gets ready for his hero duties.
staring at the dishevelled pile of clothes infront of you, you're conflicted on what to wear exactly. you want to wear something to impress sir dynamight, something that will make him captivated by you, something that'll make his jaw drop.
the outfit you picked out is similar to what you wore yesterday, but this time you pick out a red thong and lowered your skirts waist-band.
too promiscuous? eh, you knew your end goal.
the office is the same as it was the last time you saw it. you're hawk-eyed for sir dynamight, eyes switching left to right in the midst of you double-checking the papers work you were asked to do. truthfully, the paper work you completed defintely falls short to what is accepted. but you're a woman with a plan.
you want him to bend you over on his desk, toy with the thong, put his fingers in your mouth, and do whatever he wants to do to you. whatever. he. wants. to. do. to. you. emphasis on that.
a pen finds its way to you, and you begin to feel the sleekness of it. it's dark green and your finger-tips run up and down the orange accents. you eye down the size, likely 5 inches? or 5.5 if we're being generous.
how big would sir dynamight be?
you search up his name on the internet to see if other horny girls have thought the same.
pro-hero dynamight full body photos, you type into the agency laptop.
oh boy was he incredibly gifted.
an intersting forum catches your eye.
pro-hero catching print discussion [CLOSED]
ah the wonders of the internet. you click with zero thought, of course you were curious!
-- okay so i think...chargebolt 5, red riot 7 but a lot bigger when it's hard, shoto 6.5, dynamight 7!
7? 7 inches...seven inches...hmm. that would be more than sufficient for your needs.
just then, you hear the door unlock, and you abruptly shut down the laptop.
"good morning, y/n," says sir dynamight as he enters the room. today he's wearing a navy suit with a red tie. are you becoming besotted on horniness or is the shade of his tie similar to that of the thong you're wearing?
get it together y/n, you have a plan.
"good morning, sir dynamight"
he looks at you, no emotion on his face being conveyed other than his usual pique. you move your hands to your neck, massaging the area to reveal more skin to him.
he shakes his head and lets out a dissapointed sigh. okay, ouch. you remove your hand from your neck and straighten up your posture.
"how was patrol yesterday?"
he didn't reply back and started flicking through the paper work you completed. or lack there of. his hands grip up onto the binder and his eyebrows furrow.
he gets up and walks up right behind you, slamming the binder infront of you as he adjusts his face next to your head.
"do you think this position is some kind of joke?"
"no, sir dynamight, i'm unsure of what you're reffering to...," you reply, voice compliant.
he opens up the binder and points to the pages where you've left the work half-finished, or written question marks on instead of any form of an adequate attempt.
"i was just unsure of what to put there," you defend yourself but he is not having any of it.
he takes your hair and moves it away from your neck, his breath dynamic against your skin. you shift your gaze to his eyes, his face and yours mere inches apart. he moves his face closer, like you’re both on the brink of kissing. your breath hitches and he lets out a groan.
“get up,” he says and you do, not like you were given much of an option as he removed your chair the moment he opened his mouth.
his hands grip your hips as he adjusts your stomach and chest to face against the table. you blink three times to make sure what’s happening isn’t something you’re day dreaming about. it’s actually happening, right now. pro hero dynamight has you bending over on his desk.
his hands grip your hips tighter, and he lifts your skirt up mercilessly, placing a firm slap to your ass. you let out a whine and arch your back more, revealing your red thong. he notices it instantly, his fingertips running up and down the thin fabric before he lifts it up high.
“this is not in dress code,” sir dynamight says before he drops the thong which hits your bare skin, causing you to whine once again.
you nod, finally conjuring up some words to say.
"do you do this with all your secretarys?"
"no, you're the first one who's made these obtuse mistakes and got my dick this hard," he says, using his fingers to open your mouth, making you suck his fingers for a good while before spitting in your mouth. you instantly swallow to which he chuckled and gives you another spank.
your body temperature instantly grows hotter as his lewd words turn you on. you attempt to shift your body to face him but he instantly moves you back to the position he had you in prior. his fingers find your aching wet hole, middle and index finger rubbing circles and playing in your wetness. he shoves his crotch against your legs, making you feel his hardness. definitely a lot bigger than seven inches.
unable to control yourself, you let out a loud moan to which he responds instantly by placing another swat to your ass, pulling down your thong and putting it in your mouth.
“shh” says sir dynamight, undoing his red tie before grabbing your two hands and wrapping them together tightly with his tie. he places your hands onto your back strenly.
his finger goes back to rubbing circles around your wetness, however this time he bends down to your inner thigh. little by little, he places gentle kisses all around the area but ignoring the one part where you want his tongue the most. you’re not exactly complaining though, the sensation of his fingers and mouth near your sensitivity is all you could ever ask for.
just as you’re about to stop mentally mithering, his mouth finds your clit and his fingers enter inside your hole. oh. my. gosh. you roll your eyes and let out moans which get muffled through the thong in your mouth.
he takes that as an invitation to go harder, rougher with his tongue strokes and finger movements. he adjusts himself so his mouth and fingers are angled perfectly to hit just the spot. as soon as he finds it, your brain short-circuits and you come undone.
but to sir dynamight, this is an invitation to keep going. your knees become wobbly and you're practically choking on the thong, your muffled moans of pleasure turned into pain is what makes him realise he needs to immediately stops.
sir dynamight gets up and kisses your cheek. the warmth gone from between your inner tighs causing you great dissapointment.
his fingers find your lips and he removes the thong from your mouth, shaking his head at the excessive amounts of spit dropping from it. he undoes your hands from the tie wrapped around your hands.
looking down at the ground, you spot something in sir dynamight's eyes you never thought you would -- regret ? dissapointment ? shame ?
"we can't do this 24 hours a day, seven days a week...," he admits, contrastingly shy and reticent compared to his previous demeanour.
"why not?" you reply, voice coming out needier than intended.
he ties his red tie up, and shakes his head.
"you're not going to fire me are you...,"
"no, uh, just...fix up those spelling mistakes. i'll see you tomorrow," replies sir dynamight before locking the door behind him.
in your stomach you feel all kinds of emotions. disenchanted at the adrupt end of what seemed to be leading to more, but moreso grateful that he hadn't fired you.
as you open up the binder again you spot unfamiliar writing at the top.
phone number - ### ### ###
author's note: ahh guys i'm so bad at writing smut, i'm so sorry if this is cringe or if the writing is horrid! i hope u enjoyed tho ! <3 all feedback is appreciated. this is unedited ! lmk about spelling or grammar.
