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(Y/N) was desperate.
Well, she wouldn’t say desperate, more like in need of something. She’s been feeling…unfulfilled in parts of her life lately, those parts being in the bedroom. Her vibrator gets it done, but a vibrator can’t pin you against the wall or spank your ass until it hurts to sit.
So now she finds herself on a website writing up an advertisement for a dominant. She felt like the lowest of the low, but her fingers danced across her keyboard anyway as she described herself and her wants for strangers to see. ‘Nothing is going to come of this’ she thought. It’d just be something that keeps her up at night while she’s trying to sleep.
(Y/N) sighed as she closed her laptop, flopping back onto her bed. Why did she even do that?
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Curling up in her chair, (Y/N) dared to open her laptop again. She refreshed the page and sat back as she began sifting through the notifications. There were many ‘hi’s and ‘hey’s, and unfortunately more than one or two dick pics. Her eyes felt more tired with every empty word she read, and as she was getting ready to give up, a request piqued her interest.
“Looking for a Dominant?”
“Hello there, I read your ad saying you were looking for a dominant. I’m 27 and have been active in the community for 6 years now. I’ve had a few subs, I can give you their contacts if you’d like, but we parted as we were looking for different things. However, after reading your words, I feel that we might be looking for the same thing.
I’m yearning to take care of someone, to have someone to be myself with and confide in, but to guide and support them. There is one catch though–I come in a pair. My long time partner is also a dominant, admittedly softer than I, but just as charming. If you’re open to meeting us, let me know and we can set something up. Can’t wait to hear from you!
- B.K”
This message was so…well written. Even if the man is not attractive, (Y/N) wanted to go out with him just for the effort that was put into the message. He seems mature and responsible, as well as kind and considerate. The idea of a second though…that’s a bit nerve wracking.
(Y/N) wasn’t the most confident in herself. She has a cute face, and relatively soft skin, but she doesn’t have a model body or anything like that. The thought of two people looking at her at once, silently judging her maybe, was very scary.
But the desperation overpowered the embarassment, and she responded.
“Hi! Thank you for your meticulous reply. Automatic points haha! I am interested in meeting, but I’ll admit, I’ve never been with two people at once and I am a bit nervous. I’m free all day tomorrow if you want to meet sooner, or next weekend if you’d like to talk more first. Let me know!”
She slammed her laptop closed, embarassed to have even been on that website, and also to avoid watching grass grow while waiting for a response. He’s a grown man with a job, he’s not going to respond immediately.
She put on some music and scrolled on Pinterest, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the man on the other side of that message. She realized she never actually clicked on his profile and popped up out of her bed, practically running to her desk and opening her laptop. She pressed his username, DynamightDaddy, and sat back as it loaded. His profile picture was a simple photo of supposedly him in a button up clutching a tie, the classic dom photo. His forearm muscles flexed nicely, which caused (Y/N)’s lip to quirk.
His bio read: “I’m B.K, a 27 year old dominant who’s looking for a submissive for my partner and I. I have had 4 long term submissives previously, and am ready for the next adventure. As a dominant, I am firm and unwavering, having no patience for brats, but an enjoyment for taming them. I enjoy setting rules and following a routine, as well as having time together outside of the dynamic.” And then of course his BDSM test results.
(Y/N) clicked his photos and her eyes widened as she viewed his incredibly well sculpted body on display. They were mostly post gym pictures, and a positive lack of dick pics. As she was exiting his profile, she noticed a red 1 on her inbox. She was pleasantly surprised to see a message from DynamightDaddy.
“Meticulousness is very important. And we’d love to meet you tomorrow! Can you get to Masie’s at 1pm? If not, we can change the time, or send a car for you.
-B.K.”
“Send a car for me?” (Y/N) whispered to herself as she began typing a response. “How rich is this guy?”
“I can make it, but I’ll be honest Masie’s is a bit out of my budget! Would you mind meeting somewhere else?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, we are taking you out, therefore we’ll be paying. No questions.
-B.K.”
(Y/N) blushed as she read the message, imagining hearing his stern tone in her ear.
“Thank you very much then, I’ll be there. See you tomorrow!”
She fell asleep thinking of what she’ll wear.
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(Y/N) smoothed out her dress as she exited the bus. She had on a hunter green a line dress with a white cotton longsleeve underneath and doc martens. She had her curls pulled back with a headband, cascading down her back, and practically no makeup, not trusting her skills. She walked around the corner to the restaurant, nerves bubbling in her stomach.
She pulled out her phone, opening the inbox and sent a small message.
“I’m here. Do you have a reservation?”
“Of course darling, Tell them Bakugou, we’re at the back.”
She ignored the butterflies in her stomach at ‘darling’ and entered the restaurant. She walked up to the hostess and spoke softly.
“Hi, reservation for Bakugou?” She mumbled, and followed the hostess toward the back. They slowly approached a booth and from behind, (Y/N) could see tufts of blond hair. She bit her lip as she walked up to the booth, watching the hostess smile as she motioned toward the table.
(Y/N) looked down and fought to keep her jaw in place as her eyes found “Bakugou”s face. He hadn’t formally introduced himself to her yet, but that was quickly rectified as he stood from his seat. He rose from the bench and then he just…kept rising?
Bakugou towered over (Y/N), and (Y/N) was not a short girl. She was a solid 5’10, and Bakugou was at least a head taller than her. She looked up at him with wide eyes, barely noticing his hand coming out to shake hers. She shakily reached out hers in response, praying it wasn’t clammy.
“I’m Bakugou Katsuki, and this is my partner Kirishima Eijirou,” He said firmly, motioning toward the redhead that (Y/N) had yet to glance at. She turned toward him and struggled to keep her composure, shocked at how conventionally attractive they both are.
“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), it’s nice to meet you both,” she choked out. Bakugou motioned for (Y/N) to scooch into the booth on his side. She did so, placing her purse between her feet underneath the table, folding her skirt underneath her and placing her hands on her lap.
She looked across the table at the redhead, noting his sharp features and bulging muscles. What kind of insane luck brought these two literal models together? (Y/N) started to feel a bit self conscious, wondering if they thought she was frumpy or basic.
“You’re very gorgeous,” Kirishima smiled. (Y/N) felt her face burn as she looked down at the table.
“Thank you,” she muses.
The waiter brings the menus and asks if they want any drinks, but before (Y/N) can open her mouth, Bakugou is speaking.
“I’ll have a sparkling water, he’ll have a Sprite and she’ll have a still water for now,” He spoke eloquently, looking at her for confirmation before sending the waiter away, seemingly eager to start the conversation.
The blond turned toward (Y/N), giving her a quick once over and smirking ever so slightly.
“How is your day going so far?” He mused, resting his head on his hand.
“Well, I haven’t done much but think about this meeting, and then…get ready for this meeting,” (Y/N) chuckled softly as she fought to maintain some semblance of eye contact with the man.
Bakugou smiled softly to himself. She was cute. This little outfit she’d put together was cute too. He knew Kirishima was also thinking it.
“Well, now you can think about what you’d like to eat, pretty,” the aforementioned redhead chimed in. The two watched as (Y/N) struggled to hide the blush making its way to her cheeks.
(Y/N) picks up the menu, nervously reading through it as she feels the two’s eyes on her. She wonders if they’re watching her shaky fingers or the way she’s nervously biting her lip as she reads, imagining what each item would look like.
“Um, I think I’d like the Caprese Salad and a glass of wine, if that’s okay with you,” she turned toward the blond with wide eyes, watching to see his reaction to her request. If he looked any kind of annoyed, she’d immediately change her mind.
Bakugou simply nodded, perusing the menu for himself though he’d likely just order what he always does. He couldn’t help but feel amused at her sophisticated choice. He’d heard ‘grilled cheese’ or ‘filet mignon’ over and over, and she’d settled perfectly in the middle.
The waiter returned with their preliminary drinks and Bakugou quickly ordered their meals. Now that food is out of the way, they’re free to talk about themselves.
“So, (Y/N), what are you studying?” Kirishima smiled softly, crossing his muscly arms as he leaned against the table. He studied her face, the way her lips rubbed together as she prepared to give her answer, the way her neck muscles flexed as she swallowed, and the way she rubbed her arm up and down as she settled further into the booth.
“I’m an anthropology major and modern languages minor, so my focus is people and the world pretty much. I like knowing why people are the way that they are,” she shrugged softly as she finished, seeming like she expected judgement for the answer.
“What languages do you speak?” Bakugou muses, fascinated by the girl.
“Spanish and French, but I’m also slowly learning Italian, Korean and either Mandarin or Arabic, I haven’t decided yet.”
“So just every language then,” the redhead chuckled.
“I just like being able to connect with people, and to know when people are gossiping,” she giggled.
(Y/N) was having a wonderful time so far. The two boys are so kind and attentive, she can’t help but assume it translates to their dominance as well. Of course she was trying not to think about that at the moment, focusing on them as people, but admittedly that is why they were there.
“What about you two, what do you guys do for work?” She asked, taking a sip of her water.
“I am the C.F.O at Bakugou Hospitality Group, we own restaurants around this side of the country. Kirishima is a firefighter,” Bakugou replied, unable to hide the proud smirk that makes its way onto his face.
“Wow, you guys are very accomplished. Is your work fun?”
The three talked about work and school until their meals showed up, laughter and smiles filling the atmosphere. The waiter placed their dishes down, telling them to enjoy before walking away. The boys started cutting into their food as (Y/N) did something slightly unexpected.
She mumbled a little prayer. It was honestly adorable, and neither of the boys commented, but both noticed.
(Y/N) dug into her salad, momentarily remembering she hadn’t eaten for the day. She took a sip of her Sauvignon Blanc before leaning back, slowing down a bit.
“So, I guess I should ask, what are you guys looking for in a sub?” She quietly asked. Her stomach sank, ready for them to list a bunch of things she wasn’t.
“Well, we’re looking for someone playful and confident, willing to try new things, but knows what they want. We’d rather not spend our time teaching the very basics, but of course we’ll help where you fall short. Kinks can always be negotiated, what we care about is attitude and personality, we have to be compatible of course,” Bakugou eloquently replied, not wasting a beat.
(Y/N) thought to herself. Was she playful and confident? She supposed she was in certain aspects. She supposed she could be.
“That makes sense. I’m just looking for someone who is caring and wants to provide and protect. I guess I’ve been burned by dominants who really just wanted a slave, which is fine but not me, you know?” (Y/N) responded, quelling the shiver that threatened her skin at the thought of her previous ‘dominants’.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. I can assure you we’re very clear with what we’re looking for. We won’t switch up on ya,” Kirishima jumped in, his heart squeezing at the thought of this sweet girl being put in such an uncomfortable situation.
“I appreciate that,” (Y/N) laughed, taking another small bite of her salad. The group continued eating, talking about random things that came to mind. They continued until their meals were mostly finished before a question made itself at home on the tip of (Y/N)’s tongue.
Were they going home together?
“Thank you for coming out (Y/N), this was definitely a good meeting. We’ll be in touch soon,” Kirishima said with a charming smile before getting up from the booth. Bakugou held out his hand to help her up and the gears started turning in her head.
What? They didn’t like her?
She took the blond’s hand taking her purse and letting the other lead her out the front. After paying the bill, Bakugou quickly joined them.
“Thank you for meeting with us (Y/N), hopefully we’ll be seeing you shortly.”