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Working for Dynamight wasn’t anything close to easy work. Honestly, you didn’t expect it to be after watching his snarky attitude during TV interviews and his too often explosion on random people on the street. He seemed like a hard ass, and he definitely lived up to your expectations of him.
Your friends and family didn’t think that working for him would be a good idea—and really, you could agree with them—but it was an amazing opportunity and you wouldn’t even have to stay at the position long. You just had to be his main assistant for about a year, no more than two, get a leg up in the actual field you wanted to be in through connections and applying yourself, and then you would be long gone. You wouldn’t be trapped underneath Dynamight’s heavy boots and scurrying around his office to make sure his coffee was exactly to his liking anymore.
But, its been three years now and you’re stuck here. Is stuck the right word? You’re not really sure, but it really fuckin’ feels like you’re stuck. Nothing was wrong with being an assistant, but you were his and he was a lot. You guys had developed a pretty good relationship, and by pretty good, he stopped calling you dumbass and instead gave you the personalized nickname of squirrely after he’s seen you scurrying around his office too many times to count. He’s not as hard as he used to be on you, but being the main assistant to the number two pro hero was still overwhelming at times.
So you asked for the day off. You had been neglecting your own responsibilities at home and they were starting to build up and grow to an uncontrollable size. Even though he was huffy about you calling off at the last minute, you had reassured him that his other two assistants that dealt more with his hero shit than his personal shit, would have him in good hands. He digressed, of course like the spoiled princess he was, and told you to get your shit together by tomorrow morning so you can have his right coffee order on his desk at 6am like usual.
Immediately after you had ended the call, you fell right back asleep. You told yourself that you were going to stay awake so that you could get more done, but fuck, all those early mornings and light nights had caught up to you.
Once you were finally well rested as you could be, did you start on your day. You cleaned your kitchen after making breakfast from top to bottom, reorganized and rearranged your cabinets and threw away all of the old takeout boxes you had brought home after another late night with your boss in his office. Then you started cleaning your living areas, where you stopped inviting people into once the mess had started to pile up to an embarrassingly amount. It felt good seeing the carpet and the plush feeling of the couch again.
You went to your bathroom next, replacing all the old towels with new ones, groaning whenever your back creaked when you had to bend over in the tub to clean it of its grime. After your bathroom was spotless, you moved to your bedroom which was going to be the biggest challenge for you. But you still had a lot of your day to you, despite the frequent stops to answer Dynamight’s call of complaints that the other assistants didn’t do as good of a job as you do.
Once you cleaned up as much of your bedroom as you could, you started on the laundry, holding up all the dirty clothes and towels that had accumulated for far too long than you would’ve liked. Marching your way to where you remembered your laundry room to be with your arms full of clothes blocking your way, you dump everything on the floor with a huff. Goddamn. Is it really worth it to separate everything?
With a sigh, you decide it is and get to work. Once you finish separating, you start throwing your current load into the washer as quickly as you can manage and turn it on after dumping maybe a bit too much of detergent inside the machine. With a hum, you dust off your hands and get to working on cleaning up the other parts of your bedroom that you could finally touch and see after being buried under your laundry for so long.
Dynamight calls you again by the time you hear the washing machine finish its load, and you tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder as you start to unload the washer.
“Hello, sir. What can I help you with now?” You ask robotically, your nth time using the same line for your boss today. He’s either too caught up in his own complaining or doesn’t hear the annoyed tone in your voice when he answers.
“Oi, squirrely, the fuck are you doing?” He grunts, sounding like he’s briskly walking around the office, timid voices ringing around him the entire time. It sound like the other assistants, and they sound worried and stress, which is honestly no surprise when it comes to working for him. You huff and roll your eyes, pulling out a big wad of wet clothing and stuffing it in your dryer.
“I’m doing my laundry, sir. Now what can I assist you with over the phone this time?” This time he does pick up on the huffiness in your voice and grunts. You can practically see him rolling his eyes now, stomping up and down the halls while everyone flutters and bustles around him in a constant slightly panicked state.
“What you can assist me with is bringing your ass into the office really quick.” He growls into the phone, snapping at someone who you can hear call off a wrong date for one of his meetings with another big time pro hero. You sigh and shake your head, fishing out the rest of the laundry before you spot a single sock sitting in the corner of the washer. Bending over, you go to pull it out but feel a little resistance with the fabric.
“Sir, I already told you that I can’t come in today, and plus,” you pull the phone away from your ear for a second to look at the time “I would be getting off in an hour anyway.” Your voice is a slight growl when the sock still doesn’t fucking budge, what the fuck. Dynamight must think you’re growling at him, because he scoffs and growls back.
“Well, you coming in for an hour would be really fucking helpful, squirrely.” He’s getting pissy now, and honestly, so are you because why the fuck isn’t this stupid sock budging?
“Well, if its nothing that I can do over the phone, then—oh shit!” You yelp as you pull at that damning sock one last time as hard as you can and it—it makes you fucking fall inside the goddamn washer machine?! You whine as you start flailing around, trying to wriggle your way out of the suddenly tiny feeling tube that’s still a little damp inside. As you try to haul yourself out, you curse your weak upper body strength and your panicked breaths to keep you from pulling yourself out of the washer.
Distantly, you can hear someone calling your name, and it reminds you of the fact that you were just on the phone with your boss when you were sucked into the washer like some cheesy horror movie. You pat around for your phone, hoping there’s no water damage, even if it is unlikely, and you sigh a little in relief when you find it a few inches from your head. You put it on speaker phone, since you don’t think you’re physically able to hold the phone up to your ear.
“Squirrely?! What the fuck is going on over there?” You can hear Dynamight yelling into the receiver, his voice suddenly a little wary the longer it takes you to answer the phone. You cough a little, as the edge of the washer digs into your stomach, before you answer.
“I-I fell into my washing machine!” Your voice is in pure panic mode as you keep flailing, trying to get yourself out. The other line on the phone gets so quiet, you fear that maybe Dynamight hung up on you. But after a couple seconds, you hear a slight snicker and instantly narrow your eyes at your phone as if he can see your disapproving glare.
“How in the fuck did that happen?” You can hear him trying to hold back his laugh and it only makes you flail more.
“A stupid fuckin’ sock is how that happened!” You typically try to refrain from cursing in front of your boss despite him being known for having the filthiest mouth of all the heroes. He can’t hold back his laughter this time though, something loud and gruff and something else you’re not used to hearing. It makes you give pause for a second, soaking in the sound, knowing that its something to store in the back of your mind on your quieter days.
Truth be told, Dynamight is an extremely handsome man. You always thought so, admiring his hard jaw and high cheekbones under the soft light from the ceilings on the nights where you had to stay late in the office with him. How he was much calmer when it was just the two of you, all quiet and contempt, even when he would grumble about idiot sidekicks and stupid Deku trying to steal them all away from you. In those moments, when he would rest his head against the back of his chair, eyes closed, thick fingers massaging at his temples from staring at the computer for too long. In those moments, you would watch him, admire him, how soft he was in these quiet pieces during a usually busy and hectic workday. In those moments, did you truly appreciate the beauty and the amazement that was the great Dynamight.
So hearing his laugh was something that made your stomach tighten, made it churn, flop around uselessly against the skin that caged it in. You had heard him laugh only a few times, mainly when something went wrong with someone or that one time you had tripped up and managed to take everything down with you. He had only laughed because he knew you weren’t hurt, but you made a stupid face going down and he was tired and—it was all these excuses before he bottled up his laugh again. You kind of missed it, and wondered if it was worth it to try and trip up and fall again just to hear the deep sound once more.
You hadn’t realized just how quiet you had gotten until Dynamight’s laughter had died down into far and in between chuckles. You blinked yourself back into your unfortunate reality, of still hanging upside down in your washing machine, that stupid sock still taunting you from where it lays stuck in the grooves of the machine.
“Are ya out yet?” Dynamight asks quietly, the busy sounds surrounding him finally quieting down. You figured he was in his office now, the door shut firmly behind him, as he always liked it to be.
“Do I sound like I’m out yet?!” You practically screech at him, your flailing picked up tenfold as you tried to squirm your way out of the washer. You weren’t really getting anywhere though, mainly just kicking your legs and scraping your arms up inside the machine. Dynamight sucks his teeth at you, and you can practically see his vermillion eyes rolling up into his head.
“Geez, calm your tits. Do you need me to come and rescue you?” You can hear the gloating lilt to his voice, the stupid cocky smirk on his lips as he starts shuffling around in his office once more. You’re sure he’s probably already on his way to help you, but you still have a bone to pick with your boss.
“Don’t say rescue like I’m some damsel in distress.” You mutter, pouting like a petulant child as you give up your momentary efforts of trying to escape your killer washing machine. That sounds like the title of a really bad cheesy movie, doesn’t it? You can’t help but laugh a little under your breath as you hang there on the side of the machine.
“So I take it that you don’t need my help, then? ‘Cause I can just go—”
“Just come and rescue me, damnit! I have a key on top of my door.” You snap at him, wanting to cross your arms if they weren’t hanging heavy at your sides due to gravity. Dynamight chuckles, and you can see him already shaking his head at where you confess your extra house key to be at.
“Thats a stupid and obvious place to hide it. What if I was just some villain tryna break in?” He huffs, attitude clear in his voice as there’s more shuffling in his background before you hear him walking out of his office.
“Well you’re not so hurry the hell up! My blood is rushing to my brain here!” You yell at Dynamight, to which he only chuckles. He’s moving mighty fast though, as the sound of the busy street muffles the sound of him greeting another hero on the way out.
“Oi, shitty hair. Take over that meeting I have at 2, will ya? I gotta save squirrely from being eaten by her washing machine.” You can hear Red Riot laughing and agreeing to take over, your embarrassment making you shake your head to no one in particular.
“Just come inside when you get here.” You murmur, trying to push away the other meaning of your words to the back of your mind as Dynamight grunts in acknowledgment before hanging up. Just come inside? The hell was this, some cheesy porno about being stuck and needing saving?
You lay there, halfway inside of the washing machine for what feels like forever, your legs kicking idly as you start humming to yourself. Dynamight takes too long to get to your place, but maybe it’s because you’re just bored and even a little anxious that he won’t be able to get you out. He should though, shouldn’t he? All he’d have to do is pull you up and out, and the job should be done.
He calls your name when he enters, the deep sound of his gruff voice ringing throughout your small place as you yell for his name to alert him of your whereabouts. You can hear him coming toward the laundry room, his heavy steps sounding awfully slow for how your panicking has begun to pick up again knowing that your rescuing is getting closer by the second. But instead of immediately pulling you out like you expected, Dynamight only stands behind you and you have about two seconds of wondering why the fuck he’s not helping you when you realize your state of dress.
“Red Riot panties, huh?” Immediately, your face falls and you can feel yourself heating up, despite the coolness of the washing machine. Now look, you only had a few things clean and you were doing your goddamn laundry, so of course you picked up the pair of panties on top! They were a gag gift from a friend after you had drunkenly confessed just how hot the Red Riot was after meeting him for the first time. You didn’t wear them often, too embarrassed to greet the hulking mass of a man whenever you saw him in the hallways knowing that you had his name plastered all over your ass. You kick valiantly at the air, despite Dynamight being far enough away that you couldn’t land it.
“Stop checking out my ass and help me before I report you to HR!” Your threat is empty and he knows it, which is why he only laughs and steps up closer until you can feel the heat radiating from his body and onto the back of your thighs.
“I am HR, squirrely.” Dynamight chuckles, catching your leg this time when you try and kick at him again. Which is your second mistake of calling him over, when he holds thick and warm hands around the entirety of your ankle, turning it over slightly as he grunts, the sound vibrating through the air which makes you shudder.
“And Chargebolt socks, huh? What’s next, a Deku shirt?” Although his words are playful, you can hear his irritation all throughout his tone. It makes you freeze, suddenly feeling a little more than vulnerable as you realize your position in the matter. You usually try to come up with excuses whenever he catches something that he knows will embarrass you, but your silence only shows your guiltiness.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You work for me and you’re not wearing any of my merch?” Dynamight growls, squeezing your ankle a little tighter than necessary. You whimper and squirm in his grip, holding the sides of the washing machine to steady yourself as he holds your leg up a little too high, making you feel as though you’re going to completely face plant in the washer.
“Sir, please just help me out!” You whine, trying to push yourself up and out, but Dynamight makes it damn near impossible with how tightly he holds your leg. He gets entirely too quiet for your liking, and it makes you a little more than nervous.
“What are you gonna do for me if I help you?” He asks quietly, big hand suddenly going to grip your other ankle in his hand. He could hang you upside down like this if he wanted, knowing the insane amount of strength he holds in his thick biceps. You try not to panic, knowing your boss liked to fuck with people that he was fond of, but goddamnit, you did not want to be hanging upside down in your goddamn washing machine and risk passing out from all the blood drained to your head.
“G-Give me all of your merch and I’ll wear it faithfully!” You bargained, surprised that you even had to bargain in the first place when he was the one who volunteered to rescue you in the first place. Dynamight laughs though and shakes you a little from where he holds you, making you scream belatedly.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do something, squirrely. I was expecting you to cuss me out and threaten me again.” He sets your legs down finally with a chuckle and instead places his hands on your hips now instead. “But, I can make that happen. We’re testing out some new lingerie merch too; would you wear that for me?”
Holy fuck. Did you hear that right? And are you feeling that right? That heavy weight pressed against the back of your thigh that twitches when you whimper a little from the back of your throat. Is…is Dynamight flirting with you? His assistant?
He can’t be, can he? He wasn’t interested in you, as you always tried to convince yourself, despite everyone else around you telling you that you mean much more to him than being his assistant. You always thought his banter and late night stays and too often calls and even the occasional touches were just things he did with everyone. You’d convinced yourself that you were just reading too much into it before, that he would never be into his own fucking assistant who he’s seen covered in coffee and tears and frustrations more often than you could count?
But now, as he makes sure you feel his heavy weight that rests between his thick thighs against your own, everything you’ve tried to convince yourself meant nothing came running to the forefront of your mind. Those nights when he asked you to stay in the office with him, how he memorized your food order from your favorite place, how he stared at you whenever you hummed and danced in your seat, when he wiped off the stray crumbs from around your mouth and licked it from his finger. How he practically snarled and bit off the heads of civilians when they pushed and shoved you to get to him, practically trampled you, how he fought his way to you to help you up and brush the dirt from your ass. How he couldn’t look you in the eyes when your skirts were shorter and your shirts were tighter, how his eyes zoned in on your lips whenever you wore that pretty sheen orange lipgloss, how he tugged you closer to him whenever another male hero who was eyeing you was around.
“You really can be dense, squirrely.” Dynamight hums as he rubs circles into your hips, slipping thick fingers underneath the waistband of the red and black panties you wear. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for two and a half years now, and you haven’t picked up on shit. Does it really take me grinding against you while being stuck in a washing machine for you to understand how I feel?” He sounds frustrated, a frown in his tone as he huffs under his breath.
You’re still stuck though, your mouth opening and closing like a fish as you try to process everything in the moment. Try to think back on two and a half years of flirting and him coming on to you, that you just chose not to pick up on. Shit, you feel fucking stupid.
“You still with me? Or did you pass out from the blood rushing to your head?” Dynamight asks quietly, fingers sliding underneath the waistband of your panties again, this time to snap them against your skin. You jolt and squeak, legs flailing at his sides as he’s wiggled his way between them.
“I could’ve been getting dick for two and a half years now?” You mumble quietly to yourself, unaware of how your voice echoes and goes straight to Dynamight’s ears. He throws his head back in a laugh, the sound loud and heavy as it takes up the majority of the small space of your laundry room. You cover your face with your hands, despite him not being able to see you and you can’t help but let out the occasional chuckle.
“I dropped the best hints I could.” He shrugs, now fully grinding himself against you. He’s been wanting this for years now, and he’s starting to get eager knowing that he’s this close to you, this close to finally being with you. He’s tortured himself for far too long by not making a bolder move, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable since he had the power over you with your job, not wanting you to feel pressured by sleeping with him. Its why he’s been as low-key as he could manage, but now that the cats out of the bag, he’s ready to have you—fully and wholly, in any and every way you’ll let him.
“Dropping hints is growling at Grand like a rabid dog whenever he tried to stand too close to me?” You ask him through a laugh, suddenly finding the whole situation more than ridiculous. You would’ve never guessed that your relationship with your boss would’ve furthered because of you getting stuck in your washing machine.
“Yes that’s a fucking hint, dumbass!” Dynamight practically roars at you, which makes you shake all over with laughter. He chuckles too, still rubbings warm hands all over your hips and under your belly now, as your laughing starts to die down.
“So,” you start quietly, eyes darting around the washing machine that you’ve been sitting inside for far too long now. “Are you gonna get me outta here, or?”
You don’t expect to hear a damn near diabolical chuckle from Dynamight. You freeze slightly, trying to look over your shoulder at him, but he’s standing far back enough that you only catch sight of the riotous blond spikes of his hair. He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, but you can feel his thick palms slide from your hips down to grip both cheeks of your ass, holding them tightly as he pulls them apart. You gasp, suddenly feeling the cool air of the room rushing to lick the insides of your cheeks as Dynamight whistles under his breath.
“Didn’t you tell me to just come inside when I get here, squirrely?” And fuck, his words shouldn’t make you shiver the way you do.
Before you know it, Dynamight has ripped your Red Riot panties in half and has dropped to his knees behind you. His breath is warm where it blows against your exposed holes, your cunt twitching when he presses a light kiss to your glistening lips. He bites his lip between his teeth when he spreads your thighs in front of him, watching your strings of slick snap and stain your skin prettily. He groans under his breath, unable to help himself from burying his face in between your legs and taking a deep inhale.
“Don’t fuckin’ sniff me, pervert.” You groan from where you lay still in the washing machine. Dynamight chuckles under his breath, tongue falling from his mouth to lap lewdly from the tip of your clit to your taint. He sniffs again unabashedly, before pulling away, fingers digging into the fleshy parts of your skin.
“Got such a pretty set of holes on ya.” He murmurs to himself, admiring how your cunt clenches from the praise in front of him. He blows softly on you, watches how you try to squirm and wriggle your way from his grasp, but he’s unrelenting in torturing you, knowing that you couldn’t push him off if you tried.
He hums when he shoves his face between your legs again, lapping slowly with the broad of his tongue up and down your exposed hole in front of him. His fingers slide from holding your thighs to holding your pussy open for him, as he spits down onto the softness of your labia, watching it mingle with your own slick. He licks it back up into his mouth, before he finds his way to your clit, licking the tiny little thing with quick and light swipes to hear you moan and whimper.
He finds himself liking to tease you, when he slips his thumb inside of your cunt once, twice, pulls it out to replace it with his tongue, fucking it inside of you before pulling it out to plant a sweet kiss. It’s tortuous, and you fuckin’ love it. You can’t stop yourself from wriggling in his grasp, trying to push your hips back into his face to get him to fuck you with his tongue even deeper. He holds you tight though with one hand, finally using the other to start teasing his thick middle finger inside of you.
It’s more than you expected, something you’re not used to. Your fingers aren’t nearly as big as his own, and it feels like he’s splitting you open on just that one. Dynamight has always been big—in stature, in attitude, in hair, in grins. He’s big all over, with biceps that rival the size of your head and hands that could palm the entirety of your legs, which wasn’t an easy feat. So his fingers—fuck, his fingers—were practically life altering, as your eyes squeezed shut and rolled into the back of your head when he starts fucking it into you.
He twists and pulls his finger inside of you, watching how your pretty lips grip him so tightly, watching how they suck him in and don’t want to let him go when he pulls out. He twists his wrist to follow the motion, eyes crossing so he can keep watching the masterpiece that is your pretty fucking pussy suck him in whenever he suckles your clit into his mouth.
He bullies a second finger inside in no time, but you’re practically begging for more at this point. Your sweet little high pitched whines and incomprehensible murmurs from the washer spur him on, his suckling on your clit echoing throughout the laundry room as he smacks when he pulls away from you. It’s only for a split second though, as he spits crudely back on your clit before he brings it back into his mouth, humming under his breath when you practically melt on top of the washer.
“Ya gonna cum for me?” You’ve never heard Dynamight speak so softly, so sweet, indulgent to your needs as you whine back to him and nod your head as if he can see you. You squeak loudly when there’s a sudden pinching bite to your ass cheek, his fingers pushing even deeper and stroking gently against your sweet spot. He chuckles under his breath when it makes you clench up and your thighs tremble from around his head, your leg kicking out into the air before it straightens when he starts playing with that soft spot inside of you.
“Use your words, squirrely, I wanna hear you.” Dynamight demands, his voice lowering as he speaks against your pussy. The vibrations of the words make you tremble again, as you grip the sides of the washing machine as tightly as you can. The demanding tone of his voice is what sends you closer to the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you start fucking yourself back on his mouth and fingers.
“Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum for you.” You’ve never heard yourself sound so whiney or high pitched before, a sound you don’t recognize, but Dynamight is sure to pull everything from you. He’s greedy like that, and you let him be, as you succumb to his touches and his goading words of coming all over his face and fingers, cmon, baby, you can do it.
Your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train, your legs shaking wildly before they lock up when he starts driving his fingers inside of you during the height of your climax. You’re shaking all over, eyes clenched shut as your moans echo off the metallic walls of your washing machine. It’s too intense, and he’s not letting up from fucking you with his fingers, detaching from your clit with one last final kiss as he stands over you.
He finally rips his hands out of you, and you can hear him humming under his breath before the sound of a wet pop rings throughout the room. Did he just lick his fingers that were inside of you clean? Fuck, he’s nasty, and the thought only makes you shiver.
You wiggle your hips back as much as you can, whining when he takes a step back to keep you from making contact. You try to spread your legs as much as you can, holes clenching and unclenching, the lewd sound loud in the laundry room as Dynamight slaps his thick palm down on the meat of your ass. You yelp in surprise, and he does it again on the other cheek just to watch the fat of your ass jiggle.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t ya? Can’t be that desperate though, if it’s taken you this long to try and fuck me.” He murmurs the last part under his breath as he starts to unbuckle his belt and slide his zipper down. He dodges your kick against him with a boisterous laugh, squeezing at the flesh of your ass when he finally releases his weeping cock from its confinements.
He slaps it down against your ass, laying it over both of your holes, his tip drooling down the curve of your ass to settle into the dip of your back. You shiver at its weight, its heaviness and warmth, trying to reach a hand back and grip it in your palm. You’re clumsy though, but Dynamight helps you by grabbing your wrist and letting you hold the tip of it in your hand. You squeeze softly, humming when you feel it drool against you and throb in your hold, Dynamight groaning as he momentarily uses your hand to fuck himself.
“Ya ready?” Dynamight asks softly, knocking your hand away to replace it with his own. He pumps himself a few times before slapping it against your lips once more to watch you jerk and hear you squeak in surprise. You nod, but forget that he can’t see you.
“Yes, please fuck me Dynamight.” You moan when he starts pressing the tip against your leaking hole without ever fully pushing in. He stops though, growling, and swats his hand back down on your ass once more.
“Don’t call me that, dummy. Call me Katsuki, now.” You can practically hear the pout in his voice and roll your eyes, unable to bite back a smile.
“Well hurry up and fuck the shit out of me, Katsuki.” You can barely get the words out before he’s pushing himself inside of you. He groans when he splits you open, his eyes fluttering despite wanting to watch the way you open up on his cock, your silky soft lips stretched thin around the fatness of his cock. He barely hears your moan over the rushing of blood flowing to his ears from the intensity that is your perfectly made pussy, and shivers when your moan cracks off in the end to a needy whimper when he finally bottoms out.
He lets you adjust for a few seconds, but the both of you are greedy as you start fucking your hips back in only a matter of time. Katsuki groans as he watches you try to balance on the tips of your toes and thrust yourself back, just standing back to watch you, eyes casted low as he bites his lip between his teeth. He finally gives you some reprieve though when he holds your hips still to start fucking himself inside of you.
Its a slow and steady build up before he’s full on fucking you, his hips slamming against your own, which slam against the edges of the washing machine. You’re sure you’re going to have bruises tomorrow, but you think its worth it as his cock reaches deeper inside of you than you could’ve ever imagined.
“Fuck, you feel s’good.” Katsuki slurs, eyes rolling back as he holds you tightly against him as he grinds himself deep inside of you. Your leg twitches at your side as you hang limply, only being able to take it as he uses you however he pleases. Your head bangs against the front of the washer from the intensity, and you try to keep yourself from moving, but his hips are slamming against yours so hard, so good, you can’t find it in yourself to complain much.
“Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” You whine, eyes squeezed shut. Katsuki immediately reaches a hand around to toy with your clit, pinching it between his thick fingers before rubbing at the same pace he fucks you. His cock is too much for you, feels too good, the intensity of the whole situation of finally being able to fuck your boss throwing you over the edge in a matter of seconds.
You cry out his name as you cum, cunt tightening and spasming around him every few seconds, creaming his cock as you start staining the tufts of blond pubes at his base. Katsuki watches the entire time, eyes transfixed on how your pretty pussy clenches around the thickness of his cock, how your white coats his blond, how your thighs and ass tremble and shake with every thrust of his cock inside of you.
He can’t handle it much longer, and throws his head back when his orgasm creeps up on him much quicker than he would honestly like. If he could, he would stay buried in your cunt for as long as he could, fucking you in any and every position that he could to make up for the lost two and a half years that he’s been pining after you. But he’s still got time, still has the rest of today and all night and maybe even tomorrow if he can manage to convince you to quit as his assistant and become his stay at home girlfriend—but maybe he’s moving a bit too fast.
He comes with a grunt, lip twitching at the corners as he spills his load inside of you. He should’ve asked beforehand if that was okay, but with the way you moan and clench around him says enough. He can’t believe he’s been missing out on this for so long, and curses you a little under his breath and by shoving himself as deep as he can inside of you just so that you can feel every spurt of every rope he releases.
After a few seconds, he tries to catch his breath and starts to feel himself coming back to his senses. He rubs at your sides and your back and hips, humming slightly when you twitch around him still.
“You doing okay in there, squirrely?” Katsuki grunts from above you. You can only lay there, limp, eyes tired as you sigh softly.
“Just get me the hell out of here already, damnit.” Katsuki chuckles at your words and finally does as you command, reaching around into the washing machine to grab your stomach and sides, finally hauling you out of the washer as he still keeps his cock inside of you. The process is smooth and quick, something he could’ve done as he soon as he came over, but how could he resist the temptation of you right there in front of him, clad in only panties and begging for his help?
He slumps back onto the floor, leaning against the wall as you lay back against his chest with a sigh. He turns your face once you catch your breath, his bright red eyes staring down at you with a soft look. Without a word, he brings your lips to his own, kissing you gently despite how hard he was just fucking you mere minutes ago. You smile into the kiss, reaching a hand back to stroke his stubble against his jaw softly.
There isn’t much said after that, as you both stand and head to go into your shower. Katsuki stops though, reaching over into your washer, and with one, two, three gentle tugs, does he finally pull that stupid sock out. He looks over at you with a grin and throws it at you, laughing when you lunge at him and go for the neck. He could get used to this.