[4.2k] smut, late thirties katsuki, afab!reader
quitting a job is easy, however getting another isn’t. especially in the area that you lived in, jobs are hard to find, even impossible.
“this is ridiculous, you guys told me y’all were actively looking for someone!” you raised your voice, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“i’m sorry miss, we’re really trying to make this work as much as we can but we’ve just recently hired someone else and—
you’re fed up, exhausted even. you turned off your phone before entering your car. maybe a car ride will help you cool down.
the number of hours you’ve put into job applications isn’t even comparable to the hours you’ve worked at your old office job. days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months - you’re running out of patience. putting the effort is no longer worth it and money is getting short by the minute.
maybe you should beg your old manager to take you in again.
seeing your inbox filled of rejection emails every morning made your blood boil, but mostly made you rot in your apartment with the feeling of never being able to find anything.
you got lost in your thoughts until something popped up on your laptop screen, gaining your attention.
💬 Kaminari: yo check this out, they’re looking for housekeepers in the area
you clicked on the message before typing a reply, sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time this week.
You replied: ↪️ dude… do i look like a maid to you?
💬 Kaminari: no 😒 but i’m just trying to help you out !! besides, it seems like a well paid job !!! you should think about it 🤔
you paused, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. you know, you did thought about it. while this seemed like some work for old retired ladies, you took some kind of interest in it. so, after a bit, you replied back to denki.
💬 Kaminari: oh yeahhh 😎 anyway here’s the address, the guy’s doing interviews tomorrow at noon.
the place looked like a movie set, chandeliers were illuminating the entire hallway with statues sitting near the elevators. you were only in the lobby of an apartment building but still— it was very obviously in the richer part of the city, so you were prepared to see some spoiled, pretentious and overall disgustingly rich men waiting for you in the area.
“hi miss, what can i do for you?” you jumped and turned to the receptionist, nervously biting your bottom lip.
“oh! i’m here for an interview, but i’m starting to think i got the wrong address.” you trailed off, looking at the bright red couch near the desk.
she smiled at you. “i can assure you you’re at the right place. it’s for the cleaning services right?” you nodded, tapping your fingers on the marble desk. “perfect! Mr. Bakugou is waiting for you, he’s on the 7th floor, first door to your left. you can’t really miss it, his name is on the door.” she chuckled.
“right— thanks.” she gave you a thumbs up before returning her eyes on the computer screen.
going towards the elevator, you repeat to yourself the directions the receptionist told you, waiting for the doors to open. pressing the digit, you wait for the ding, then walk a few steps before you find yourself at his door. you knock on it, your foot nervously tapping on the carpet a few times before you felt your purse buzz.
💬Kaminari: good luck bestie! make some money for me plz 💸
you rolled your eyes at the text before putting your phone back into your bag.
just as you were about to knock again, impatience creeping in, you saw the knob twist and your thoughts came to a stop once the door opened.
“there you are, thought you wasn’t comin’.” the man said, giving you a slight smile. “we were waiting for you before i could start.” you shook your head, confused.
he raised an eyebrow. “yes, we. you thought you were alone?—” you nodded. “many people want this job you know, i’m surprised you even showed up, considering you’re the only one who’s around my age here.” he was a little arrogant, just like you thought about earlier when entering the building, but you couldn’t stop staring at him. he was well built, a few scars along his arms and under his eye. messy hair and somewhat comfortable clothes, pretty silver rings hanging onto his fingers. he smelled nice too.
but your attention was caught when he spoke, voice deep and soft.
what have you gotten yourself into?
the apartment was gorgeous, huge floor-to-ceiling windows showed the busy city below. imported rugs with touches of red, yellow and green gave the living room more color, assorted with decorative pillows on the couches you were currently sitting on. the kitchen was a little dull with grey marble countertops and black cupboards, but the large plants made up for it, and you thought it definitely reflected him.
you were sitting next to three other women, much older than you. one of them eyed you up and down, with a look of disgust.
"the fuck you lookin’ at?" you spat. you knew this job was for those old ladies that are past retirement, but you didn’t think they’d be so rude. “sorry sweetheart, for a young girl like you, we’re wondering why you’re here i mean— she laughed. “why don’t you find a job that meets your criteria?— you’re probably just here to have sex with that man anyway…” her and the other two ladies quietly laughed.
your eye was twitching and shooting daggers at the women in front of you. "are you jealous or what? not like you can do it anymore" you mumbled as the lady got up to leave, shocked.
just as you wanted to get up and leave, cursing everyone in the room, a voice stopped you.
“oi, get along! this is a cleaning job for fucks sake." bakugou spoke. his red eyes pierced throughout the small crowd sitting in front of him, “i didn’t ask y’all to come here to argue over shit like this." his harsh words but somewhat calm expression made you come back to your senses. so, you decided to sit back down on the couch, keeping a small distance from the close-to-casket women.
after an hour and a half, the interviews ended. thinking you’re surely not getting taken — i mean, you’re pushing a certain age and he’s probably picking women with more ‘maid material’ or others that has more experience than you— you placed your jacket over your arm, getting ready to exit the apartment, while hearing the women talk besides you. “we would invite you to lunch but, we all know you’ll have to look for something else, so we’ll leave you to that. good luck though!” you rolled your eyes.
who knew old people could be so miserable?
after the ladies left, you went through your phone to update denki of the latest news, but just as you got ready to leave the building you felt a hand touched your shoulder.
"how does monday sound to you?” you hear a voice right behind you. "you got that something i like." he added.
it was bakugou, obviously. who else?
although your body froze, his touch felt warm. you’ve never felt heat rise up to your ears this fast before, the man was only touching your shoulder, but his hand was burning your body.
you felt his hand slid down to your lower back before he spoke up. “i don’t want rude old hags cleaning my place while i’m gone, the last one kept misplacing my things.” you turned around and looked up at him, pushing his hand off you.
“i’ll think about it.” you tell him, ready to go home more than ever at this point.
“suit yourself, you know where to find me.” he said, giving you a wink before returning inside.
after thinking about it for a few days, you eventually picked up the job and bakugou even invited you to stay at his place since he had an empty room, – "free of charge" he said even though you doubted that – so you could sleep at his place, when needed, if work was too long. he assured you that you could call him by his name, katsuki, and not by his last name as he said that it felt too formal for him. you still somewhat declined for now as you just met the man.
the past few weeks have been nothing but normal, the job was quite simple and you had a list of things that you needed to do while bakugou was gone. only then, his one and only rule was given to you before you could start— and it was to never enter his bedroom, even if you needed to wash his bedsheets or clothes.
“what about the bed? how will i wash them?”
“don’t worry your pretty head about it. i’ll put the sheets in the laundry basket near the door.”
“right. is there any reason i can’t get in?"
he smiled, taking a last sip of whiskey before placing the glass down in the sink, indicating that you had to clean it.
it made sense, but it was strange considering he usually kept the door wide open at night while sleeping. (maybe he should close it more often then.)
but anyway, it was a simple rule really, but you still find it quite odd, questioning how you’ll make his bed after cleaning. "so you’ll just change your own sheets then?" you smiled, grabbing the empty glass to clean it. he looked at you suddenly, brows furrowed together. "you got quite the attitude you know?" he got up before taking his coat. "don’t push it." was all he said before mumbling something about coming back later, closing the door.
"he didn’t even answer my question."
without thinking much about it, you placed the glass in the cupboard and tossed your bag in the guest room (now yours) before getting to other tasks.
you started to find katsuki a little odd at times, he’d sometimes come home irritated, locking himself in his room until he decided to come out and leave again. other times he’d send you home when he was grumpy or angry, not even giving you a reason why. however, the tension in the house between you two was quite intense. you did find him quite intimidating, especially when you catch him staring at your ass a few times, feeling piercing red eyes burning your skin. sometimes he’d brush past you, making you feel his warm body against yours, other times he’d praise you for no reason, voice slow and sweet, making heat rush to your cheeks.
now, you weren’t the type to let anyone look at you that way, but with him it felt different.
ever since he came to you that day holding a “work uniform” which was honestly just black and white lingerie and way too revealing for you, you still felt something switch inside him that day.
first, it started with cleaning the bathroom floor tiles, usually you’d use a mop, but he insisted that cleaning with a rag, soap and some water would be "better". you found it odd, but didn’t question him, so you got to work. oh, his plan was truly working, it was easy to change your little attitude, break your shell, all to mold you into what he wanted. you never realized that you were innocently obeying him to whatever task he demanded. he knew you’d caught him staring a few times, swatting his hand away from your chest or ass whenever you cleaned his apartment. he didn’t care. that was all part of his plan.
slowly but surely, he was going to make you his little toy to play with.
over the following days, he gave you the task to clean the bathroom floor on all fours, all while watching your tiny skirt lift up every now and then, white lacy underwear peeking out. katsuki groaned and got up, finally making the move. he walked towards you before hovering over your figure, hand caressing your ass before ghosting his middle and ring finger over your panties.
you jumped and looked back up at him, confused. he cut you off before you could speak as you felt his fingers pinching your clit through your underwear, earning him a small gasp.
“how come you’re this wet? you like walking around me dressed like a slut huh?” you couldn’t bring yourself to realize what was happening. trying to get up from your compromising position, you argued. “excuse you? you gave me those stupid clothes- hey!”
“where do you think you’re going?” he asked. you felt dizzy, his warm fingers were burning your skin, in contrast to his cold rings. “i never thought you’d be….” he trails off, both hands grabbing your ass, making you squirm under his touch, falling back onto your arms. “…such a slut,” your body was on fire, panties were sticking to your dripping cunt.
“kats… please stop…” the nickname escaped your lips before you could stop it. "kats? look at that, already talkin’ sweet to me." he laughed. you couldn’t really hold back anymore, you’ve wanted him for a while, probably ever since the first time you’ve seen him. everything felt too sudden, everything was going so fast—too fast even, you couldn’t think about anything.
"you don’t want me to stop, say it." there it was, the green light. you whined, wiggling your ass to feel more of him, arousal starting to drip down your legs. he groaned. he knew he was right there, fingers so close to where you wanted him the most, but he stopped you. you were losing your mind, the strong facade that you’ve put on over the months slowly crumbling away. “use your fucking words.” his voice was venom, the bathroom was spinning. you knew there was no way out of this.
you let out a gasp once more, feeling his fingers toss your panties to the side. collecting your wetness on his fingers, he tapped your bottom lip, making you open your mouth, sucking on his fingers. “that’s it” is all he says before he takes his fingers out and unfastened his belt, pants hitting the ground. “katsuki wait-”
you felt his long fingers stretch you open, the now warm metal of his rings brushing your clit ever now and then, making you lose your balance, falling almost face first on the cold floor. you could barely hold yourself up with your arms, too immersed in your pleasure.
for the past week, you’ve been working hard, making sure bakugou’s apartment was cleaned up from ceiling to floor. he did sometimes tried to get you under him for a bit, but you politely declined each time. not forcing you, he chuckled and went back to his room. but today? things changed.
he played with you until you were left shaking on the cold tiles.
it was sunday. usually you’d go back home on the weekends, but somehow this time you stayed with katsuki. he never made you do any work on the weekends and you were exhausted, so he let you sleep in.
you quietly woke up and got ready to eat, taking a pan out of the cupboard, trying not to make as much noise. two eggs and a toast is what you usually went for, so you got that. you were so focused on your breakfast that you didn’t hear katsuki sit behind you, placing his glasses on the marble counter. he cleared his throat, making you jump.
“fuck! you almost burned me!” you yelled. he didn’t look too concerned so he smiled, making you roll your eyes before finishing up your plate, turning the heat off and rinsing the pan, washing the mess around the sink.
“good morning to you too.” he hums, eyes tired. you sigh. “mhm. yeah yeah. you could’ve made more noise instead of scaring me and being all silent asshole.” you scoffed, placing your plate on the counter, wiping crumbs off.
“you know,—he starts. i think you're playing hard to get. you got a little attitude too.” bakugou says, flipping the page of his newspaper. you stopped, placed the cloth down, dusting your sleeves before staring at him, already annoyed.
“what?” you cock an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.
“you didn't let me do anything to yet, are you scared?”
you stare at him, if looks could kill, you’d be in the maximum security of a prison by now.
"you ate me out three days ago."
"that doesn’t count." he hums, eyes still on his paper.
"that don’t count?? kats, did you hire me to clean or to fuck?" you scoff.
he looks up for a moment, eyes falling onto your shaky hands, fingers playing with the hem of your small lacy apron, pulling the loose strings.
"both. who knew i’d hire a cute little thing like you?” he continues. “never thought i’d be so lucky.”’
“mkay, but your still my boss in a way. it’s wrong.” you state, trying to get out of this conversation as quickly as possible. he grins, finally putting the newspaper down.
"you didn’t say that when you came all over my floor three days ago. you even cleaned it up like i asked you to.”
the familiar feeling of heat rising to your cheeks comes back on your face once more. “you really are something katsuki. i still don’t think we should do shit like this." he places his hand over yours. "hm. why don’t you love me baby?” he pouts. fuck. he was so beautiful, you wanted to kiss him so fucking bad but you stood your ground, still trying to show him that you weren’t interested in any of this, even if you felt your thighs getting sticky.
“i just…” you stopped. “i mean, i’m just here to work, that’s all. that’s what you hired me for right?” you picked up your plate, placed it in the dishwasher before washing your hands. while you did so, you felt katsuki place his hands on your hips, your back facing him.
you missed his touch on your body, his wet kisses, his hands. even if you thought that was ridiculous— you couldn’t deny it. he placed his chin on your shoulder before whispering to your ear. “i know my sweet girl misses me. you’re telling me that if i pulled your panties down you wouldn’t be wet?” you nodded, lying. you bit your lip in anticipation. his voice sent shivers down your spine, his hands slid lower and lower until they reached your lower belly.
you shook your head, “please, i just woke up and got hungry, i didn’t think about it.” your voice was small, you felt defeated and now with katsuki caging you in his arms you had no escape.
you suddenly get picked up bridal style, panic on your face. “what?i’m not, i swear i didn’t think about that! where are we going?” you hit his arm, trying to make him let go of you, obviously it didn’t work. “we’re going somewhere special, you’ll love it.”
his bedroom was dark, you could barely see anything. he placed you on his large bed. the duvet and scattered blankets were soft under your palms. “i’ll be back” is all he says before closing the bathroom door. after a few minutes, you heard rustling coming from him as you waited patiently for him on the bed.
“i thought i wasn’t allowed to be here.” you break the silence. he looks at you, hair still wet from his shower, towel barely hanging low on his hips.
“maybe i’ve changed my mind, i didn’t think you’d look so pretty waiting for me.” you felt your ears burning again, not sure of what to say. “c’mon, take it off.”
your heart stops, but you do as he says, trembling hands pulling the cloth and letting it fall at his feet. you sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him, waiting for directions.
“what are you waiting for? show me how good you suck cock.” you frown, unsure if you should get to work, his cock was standing right in front of your face, tip leaking on your top, staining it. he was huge, bigger than those college boys you’ve fucked years ago. you started to worry about the size when all of a sudden he takes your hair in a fist and forces your mouth down his cock.
he groans. “when i ask for something, you– ah fuck, you get to it, and you do it quickly. i’ve been waiting for that mouth for weeks. i think i deserve it, don't you think?” mouth full of him, you choke a few times before he pulls your hair back, leaving a trail of spit down his cock. “that’s a good girl, but you can do better.” his stare made you feel small, but you loved it, you wanted him, all of him. you quickly got on your knees and stroked him a few times, making him moan. you took him in your mouth once more, this time taking him down your throat as much as possible, feeling the corner of your eyes watering, nose tickling his happy trail.
you felt him twitch in your mouth, loving the way he feels on your tongue. you felt like teasing him a little by licking your way up from his base to the tip, kissing it right after. the grip on your hair started to hurt, he was pulling hard on your scalp, but you wanted to please him as much as you can. “s-shit… stop i wanna cum inside you.” he insisted and you released his cock with a pop, obeying him.
he climbed on his bed, back facing the headboard, tapping his thigh indicating you to straddle him. you felt scared, he was big, it was already a struggle to take him inside your mouth, but your cunt? not a chance. you took your top off, letting katsuki hands grab your tits, and pinching your nipples in the mix.
his hands fell onto your ass, groping it and giving it a few slaps. he groans at you moaning for him, only him. “my girl’s enjoying herself?" he asks and you quickly nod, eager to receive more. you grind on his cock a few times, juices coating his lap and thighs before you lift yourself up and sink down on his cock, pornographic moans leaving your lips.
once he’s fully bottomed out, you both moan in unison. you stay like this for a bit, adjusting to his size. you place your hands on his chest before you’re ready to start.
“that’s it, ride me baby, show me how much you want my cock.” is all you need before you go faster, deeper, losing yourself in pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails digging into his skin. you feel his hands grabbing your ass before he fucks into you harshly. you moan his name like a broken record, his pace almost making you lose balance, big hands leaving handprint on your cheeks. “kats please… harder. more.”
he laughs. “oh now you say please? i’m fucking that nasty attitude of yours out already?” he grabs your throat, making you fall completely on his chest. all while his hips are bruising yours. “you’re made for my cock and nothing else, got it?”
“yes, yes! fuck please yes! kats please” you’re babbling nonesense while tears fall down your face. you’re a mess, your thighs are burning, he just feels so good inside you, grabbing his face, you kiss him all over, leave hickeys on his neck and chest, completely crazy for him. your body is weak, limbs screaming for a break, but you don’t stop.
you’re lost in your own pleasure when you feel a slap to your cheek. “eyes on me baby, don’t want you passin’ out on me.” suddenly you’re getting flipped on your back, all while staying still inside you. he pushes your legs up to your shoulders, caging you in a mating press. he slides out and taps his tip to your clit, making you shiver.
“too much, please.” you grab his biceps, watery eyes looking up at him.
fuck, you’ll be the death of him.
he slides himself back in, chasing his own high. your tits are bouncing up and down as he goes harder on your already exhausted body.
“fuck- y-you can take it princess, you’re doing so well already, i’ll give you what you want.. j-just wait” all you can do is whine and cry the knot in your stomach tightening more and more, ready to unravel soon.
“my sweet girl is close, huh? go on, cum with me baby.” katsuki’s thrusts are uneven, indicating that he’s close too. you both cum together, loud moans and heavy breathing are heard in the dimly lit room. you feel his warm load spill inside you before he pulls out, feeling his cum seep out of you, whining at the stickiness and loss between your legs.
he gives you a small kiss before getting out of bed, showing his signature smirk as he puts on underwear.
“you should get back to work, you’ve got some cleaning to do.”
ive been procrastinating finishing this fic for so long but now im done !!! bed time for me 🥲💤
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