𓆩♡𓆪 dilf heaven 𓆩♡𓆪

"You're a pretty sick guy, Nagi, you know that?" Reo laughed idly as he watched your big brother towering above your frightened form. Your eyes moved between the two older men in front of you, unable to believe what was about to happen.

You've always had a thing for Reo. He's cute, he's rich, and the way he's looking to devour you in this moment makes your heart race. Your eyes are fixated on him as the hair he's consistently attempting to keep tucked behind his ear keeps falling in front of his eyes.

A gasp leaves you as Nagi pinches your cheeks and forces you to look at him. His brown eyes staring daggers into your, it's like he's examining how you could even have the audacity to look at a man who isn't him.

"She's my little sister. I'm meant to protect her, isn't that right?" he speaks without shifting his gaze for even a second. You nod, obediently, earning a smile from him. "It's my job to look after you... so I think it's my right to break in your little pussy."

"M-My pussy?" you stutter. You gasp once again as he forces your legs to spread. He flips up your skirt and presses your chest hard enough that your back connects with his unmade bed. You shudder as you feel a slender finger run up the line of your slit. Your soaking panties become stickier with each second his digit is pressed against you.

"Yeah... pretty pussy, baby. Virgins always get wet so easily... 'n your even wetter because you're excited for your nii-san to fuck you. Mmm..." he groans, still teasing your panty-clad folds as he begins to palm at his cock.

You whimper, and he catches the way you glance at Reo like he's your saviour. Like you're begging him to understand you've never done this before, let alone with your brother, and you're oh so worried. Nagi moves the gusset of your panties into the crease of your thigh, baring your petalled flesh to himself and Reo.

"Woah..." Reo speaks. He turns into a blushing mess as he can't tear himself away from the sight between your legs.

"Never seen a cunt before, Reo?" Nagi asks, a single finger circling your sticky clit before he ease it into your tight heat. "Don't tell me you're a virgin, too." he laughs, shallowly.

Reo clears his throat, his eyes finding yours as he searches for your reactions to the pleasure like an addict. The way your face winces at the single finger intrusion couldn't have ended in any other result besides from him being rock hard. His cock straining against his jeans. He's losing his resolve, knowing he'll need to touch himself soon to alleviate the tension.

"No, I- I have- just never seen one that pretty..." he explains.

His response results in Nagi donning a fake pout, before laughing once more.

"You hear that, baby? Prettiest pussy Reo's ever seen... shit, I have to agree." he explains. He wastes no time forcing a second finger inside of you, pumping and scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. "I'm gonna make you cum nice 'n hard, like a good big brother should. Because your nii-san has a big cock, y'know? It'll be easier to take after you cum."

"I- I-" you speak, a few tears rolling down your face as you try and find the words to say through the concotion of blinding pleasure with an agonising sting.

"Mm... you always look so pretty when you cry."

"Don't think we should be doin' this... Sei... i-it's wrong..." you sniffle, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the bedsheets beneath.

All he can do is tut as he watches you take his fingers like such a good girl. He curls them against your sweet spot, forcing you to throw your head back. He uses his free hand to swipe his fingers over your clit, and at the same time Reo has finally freed himself from his confines. His cock in his hand as he cant resist but to pleasure himself as you fight with the morality of being pleasured by your brother.

"This is exactly what little sisters are made for, sweetheart." Nagi assures you. "Made for nii-san's to fill up like good little girls. You're mine. 'N if you're a really good girl, you'll let nii-san and his friends touch you and fuck you whenever we want."

"Mmpf..." Reo moans, stroking himself up to a climax. Hearing the way Nagi speaks to you like you're nothing more than a plaything seems to be a sexual awakening for Reo.

As beautiful as you are, as gorgeous as your moans are, as pretty as your pussy is.

You're just Nagi's property.

"A-Am I a good girl? A good sister... f'you?" you ask him with pleading eyes.

He smirks, fingering you more as your tears continue to flow.

"Do you want to be? Wanna be our good girl?" he asks, his head tilting in Reo's direction to include him in the conversation. "Do you think what nii-san is doing is wrong? Or do you want to cum all over his fingers?"

"I think she wants to cum." Reo intervenes.

"I think so too. I think my sweet, baby sister wanted to sound like a good girl by saying this is wrong. But you're so close, aren't you? Naughty girl about to make a mess of her brothers fingers."

"N-No..." you sniffle. "Wanna be good... please." you sob, voice sticking in your throat as you can't bear to say anymore.

"The only good thing you can do right now is what we tell you. So, go on... cum all over nii-san's fingers."

And with that final, strict command, your hips are rolling against his fingers as you try to chase your high. You can't believe this is happening. The absolute astonishing pleasure you're becoming dizzy over due to your big brothers ministrations. All the while your crush is watching with so much lust in his eyes, you think he might cum along with you. His face is becoming sweatier, his fist turning to a blur as he works himself faster.

"I- I love you!" you call out, pearlescent cream coating Nagi's fingers as you continue to experience bliss. His fingers don't stop, and your words are just more encouragement to drag every last aftershock out of you.

You aren't even sure who you were talking to in that moment. To Reo? Your brother? Hell, it might have even just been the feeling of cumming. After it's all said and done, and Nagi still won't give you a moment of reprieve, you can't help but stare at Reo once again. You want to see him cum, you aren't sure why, you just feel that it might be close to art when he does.

"Stop it." Nagi commands as he looks over to Reo.

"C-Can't..." Reo explains, his fist still going as he stares at you. He's chasing the feeling you've just experienced, he wants to be in that blissful release with you. He can't stop... he can't... he-

Nagi grabs his wrist and moves his hand away.

"I invited you hear to enjoy my sister's pretty pussy. Have some respect for her. You can jerk yourself off any time, if you blow this opportunity, I won't be kind enough to let you have another."

Reo grunts practically choking out sobs as he's had his ecstacy robbed from him. He takes a few deep breaths, looking at you briefly before looking at Nagi again. He nods, agreeing with his words, the pair of them looking at you again.

"Alright, sweet girl. Nii-san's going to fuck you now."

It’s been years. So many years since you’ve seen your brother. A decade. Closer to two. You’d fall to your knees and cry if not for the fact you were completely paralysed from head to toe. He’s in such a sorry state. The beautiful brother you once knew has become more scar than pure flesh. Without thinking your legs begin to carry you closer to him. Everything feels slowed. Your movements. The air. The world.

He's your brother. He won’t mind if you reach out to him. Touya wouldn’t hurt you. You even start to smile when you notice him grinning from ear to ear. You hold your hand out to him; letting him know your intentions as you approach.

Touya is smiling

He’s really smiling.

Everything still feels so airy. Like when you try to run or punch someone during a dream. Your movements feel delayed and like they don’t belong to you.

You’re such a fool.

Like Icarus, you are flying too close to the sun.

“Watch out!” a voice yells behind you. You can’t register who’s it is. But you feel their embrace behind you, attempting to get you out of harms way.

Touya had been revving up, one leg behind the other and a harrowingly stoic facial expression as his palms began to bloom blue flames that you had almost forgotten about. You watched from the ground as you looked around, every birch tree and hedge has been engulfed by the cerulean fire that always made your heart fill with dread.

“NOW—!” you hear, faintly, the voice isn’t coming from Bakugo; who is standing bravely before Touya and preparing to accept his fate. Nor is it coming from your brother, who looks coldly on at the two of you.

Your eyes squint closed as you too prepare to meet whatever awaits you in the afterlife at the hands of your elder brother. But they bolt open again when you feel two large palms encase the sides of your face. Brown eyes almost bulging in a desperate attempt to gain the attention of yours.

Shindo.

“YOU HAVE TO PROTECT US SO DO IT NOW!” his words aren’t making sense to you. But you can see Touya’s flames beginning to burn bigger and brighter. What does he want you to do? Nothing makes sense and you feel so hopeless. Your chest feels tight and you think the chaos and panic will kill you before Touya does. “PROTECT US!”

And then, just like that, you’re reading him loud and clear. You forward roll onto your knees just as Touya blasts everything in his forward path into a blue inferno. He smirks, feeling proud of himself that his mission from his father has been so easy. The smoke begins to clear, so he steps forward. The two men in your company mean nothing to him, nor to Enji. He only cares about you. He’s been given strict instructions to return you to your father: dead or alive. But he stops walking all too suddenly. Cocky smirk turning into a disappointed frown.

“Well isn’t that cute?” he sighs.

You’re alive. All three of you are alive under your protection. Your arms are outstretched in front of your boss’ legs. His head rotates and examines in amazement. Yo begins to laugh, falling flat on his back and he holds onto his stomach while cackling hysterically.

You fucking did it.

“You kept this little trick quiet.” Bakugo announces, still looking around him. He’s in awe of the sight of a giant dome shimmering pink protecting the three of you. It had forced the flames to go around it and limit damage control of the area.

“I’m impressed, sis.” Touya taunts.

“What are you waiting for? SNIPE HIM!” Bakugo orders, throwing your weapon of choice into your hands. You line him up in your crosshairs, but find it difficult to steady yourself as your breathing increases rapidly.

“I never quite got the hang of the protective forcefield, but you’ve already mastered it despite being so young…”

“That’s because only good witches can use pure protection magic!” you bite back at him, still unable to focus on assassinating your target.

“No… but I can do this,” he teases, holding out his arms with purpose.

“KILL HIM!” Bakugo demands.

You have the opportunity to. Just pull the trigger and it’s one less obstacle in your way to get to your father. But you hesitate. Your heart stops you because that’s Touya you’re aiming a gun at. Your big brother. The guy who taught you spells he’d learnt from your father and took care of you when you had no one else. But he’s working for that monster. The man who killed your mother and has pitted your brother against you.

It’s kill or be killed.

Just as you’re pulling the trigger, bullet flying out in your brothers direction, a forcefield of his very own appears. It’s nothing like yours. It’s hot. Searing. A dome made entirely of the blue flames that have made him the monster he is today.

“He’s getting away!” Shindo alerts you. You try again and again, to no avail, desperately trying to shoot him dead.

“I go by Dabi now, dear sister,” he informs you. And when you take one final shot, the flames are gone, as is your brother. “I’ll be seeing you…” his voice echoes in the wind.

“WHY DID YOU HESITATE?” Bakugo roars.

After you got inside and into his office, he was questioning you and slamming you against each and every wall to punctuate his point. You were hollow. You and your long lost brother have just almost killed each other. You never thought you’d see him again, let alone get close enough to talk to him.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Shindo yells. He would have saved you, if he could. But he’s not as strong as Kirishima who’s holding him back from protecting you. “Leave her alone, Katsuki!”

“We’re gonna have to relocate now. Do you get that? Do you get the fucking trouble you’ve caused because you didn’t shoot him?” Bakugo asks you. You shake your head limply.

“He’ll find us wherever we go.” you tell him. He scoffs at you, appearing to let you go but actually slamming you even harder against the wall. The crown of your head hits it with a loud bang, prompting Shindo to squirm even harder in an attempt to get free.

“Us? It’s you he wants, clearly. Y’think I’m gonna put my men, good men, at risk like that again?”

“I’m letting you do this to me, you know.” you tell him. His grip relaxes briefly as he quirks a brow at you. “I deserve this punishment for endangering everyone. But I could have killed you ten minutes ago if I wanted.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yes, right. I’m right. As strong as you are, as intelligent, hot-headed and authoritative you are, if it came down to it, you’d be dead in a heartbeat if we fought for real.” you tell him. His palm slams down on the wall beside your head before he turns away and grunts. “This is the closest you’ve gotten to Enji. And that is because of me.”

“Oh you think so huh princess?” Katsuki groans, pouring himself a drink from his liquor cabinet. “I think I was doin’ just fine before you showed up. This is the closest my team have been to losing their own lives, and that is because of you.”

“So, you’re firing me again, sir?” you question. He knocks back his whiskey like it’s water and smirks. “Whatever Katsuki. I’m leaving. You can’t keep yo-yoing between keeping me and getting rid of me.”

“I’m startin’ to not give a fuck for real about what corporate has to say about you. We’ll get shut down if we don’t keep you, but what kind of leader would I be if I put a fuckin’ job title and my own office over the lives of those men out there?”

You ignore him, dusting yourself off before turning away to leave. Kirishima frees Shindo from his grasp. And he runs to you, holding you by your shoulders and trying desperately to search your eyes for answers to your wellbeing.

“She doesn’t need this team. She’s better than this, you’re a laughingstock at corporate, Katsuki. They’re just looking for a reason to shut you down, and you’re giving it to them on a silver platter.” Yo speaks, defending you and taking the opportunity to take his rival down a few notches.

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you say? Sounded like you were talking enough shit to get your teeth knocked out.” Katsuki grumbles. Yo just grins, knowing exactly how to get under the blonde’s skin.

“I’ll call corporate babe. Get you set up on my team. You’ll forget all about this place when you see what it’s like to be on a winning team.”

“Your team? You don’t even have your fuckin’ license ya moron. How many times have you failed now? Gotta be in the fifties margin.” Bakugo snipes, earning a chuckle from Kirishima. You are too exhausted to care about the exchange, eager to leave and forget that any of this happened.

“Oh I failed a bunch, but it kept me determined to keep trying. I passed, with full marks too. I’m working directly under Aizawa, and I’m getting my own team. And on my team I’ll be using this one to her full potential. You’re a fucking idiot for laying a hand on her and letting her go.”

“Tch. Whatever. Get the fuck out of my school.”

“Gladly. But you should know, I offered her a place on my team over coffee and she said she’d rather stay with you. Had faith that the two of you could get shit done. She’s loyal to a fault and you’re wasting everything great about her by being so defensive. I always thought you were just cautious, not stupid.”

Shindo holds an arm around your shoulders and escorts you out of the school. Bakugo returns to his desk, Kaminari and Kirishima sit in front of him while they observe their leader turn to the bottle and begin to sulk.

How is he meant to know what the right thing to do is?

“Give me your keys babe, I’ll drive you home.” Shindo tells you.

“I… I…”

“What?”

“I don’t have a home, yet. I thought I’d be getting a room at the school today… but…”

“Then where have you been staying since you joined his team?” Shindo questions.

“Just a hotel. It’s fine, uh, they won’t mind if I stay another night or two until I find out what I’m gonna do.” you tell him. He shakes his head with a smile.

“We can get a room tonight, separate beds. You know, if you don’t wanna be alone. And… I can drive us back to headquarters in the morning. They always have a room for us and we can stay there until they set up my team and my own station.”

You hand him your keys with a smile, walking to the passenger side of your car.

“Sounds perfect, Shin.”

The car pulled up outside the hotel you’d been staying in since you got to town. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the city, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Just as Shindo was about to get out of the car, you grabbed his arm. He turned to face you with a look of worry painted on his face.

“Is something wrong?”

You gulped, eyes glittering and capturing his attention. The tension in the air was palpable. He said so many things that made your heart flutter when he jumped to defend you. You’ve always had a special connection with Shindo, you can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason.

“Have you ever had sex?” you ask rather bluntly, earning a chuckle from him.

“What?” he wonders, “Why do you ask?”

“We… I don’t know. I was isolated from everyone and you kind of were too. I—”

“Are you a virgin?” Shindo questions. You sigh, shaking your head. “Neither am I. I didn’t ask you if you wanted to get a room tonight so that we could have sex, though. I just want to look out for you. I’ll get a room next door to yours if you prefer.” he offers kindly.

“No, I was actually wondering if you’d like to… share a bed.” you tell him, suddenly feeling coy under his stare. He smirks, nodding.

“If that’s what you want, sure, of course.”

He gets out of the car and you follow. He stretches his hand out for you to hold as you walk in tandem to the check-in desk. Despite your refusal, he insists on paying for everything.

“We can get room service. Watch a movie. Talk. Whatever you need.” he tells you.

You stand in silence side by side as the elevator dings up to each floor until you reach yours. He squeezes your hand a couple of times. A simple sign that you have his full support. He walks ahead of you when he steps out of the elevator. He’s holding the key card in his hand as he walks to the room, eager to get inside. You find your cheeks heating up as you watch him slide the card into the door. Why are you so bashful all of a sudden? He walks inside, undoing his tie and leaving it on the console table.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asks with a gleaming smile, “I’m in the mood for sushi, but I know it isn’t to everyone’s taste!” he laughs a little, the final flourish on his cheeky sentence.

“Shin…”

“Hm?”

“I— I just want you…” you confess.

He grins, and the dazzling white smile is blinding. He undoes the top button from his crisp black shirt. “I thought you’d never ask.” he snarls. Two fists clasp onto his shirt, pulling it apart so that all of the buttons scatter. He approaches you like an animal cornering his prey. And soon enough, you’re pinned against the wall.

But not how Bakugo had you earlier.

His hand was protecting the back of your head, your long time friend taking absolute care with you as his lips massaged yours. He smiled into your kiss as you emitted a soft moan, unable to control yourself. He picks you up bridal style, laying you down softly on the bed. He strokes your hair out of your face, focusing completely on what your eyes were doing.

He loves how they glitter.

And they’re almost completely full of the stuff.

“I’m here now… I’ve got you, babe.”

“Get the fuck out of my office.”

You nod, smirking as you finish pulling on your clothes. There’s an air about Bakugo that tells you how much he’s holding back the rage he wants to unveil. You’re not the type to give him the satisfaction. You strut towards his door, holding the handle before turning to look at him.

“This isn’t the last you’ll be seeing me, you know.” you inform him. A grin on your face wider than a mile as you decide to goad him one final time before exiting. He points, firmly, demanding that you leave.

“Get out, now.”

“I’m going. Bye, sir.” you smile, fluttering your eyelashes and letting your irises glitter pink for him yet again. He scowls at you, slamming his fist on his desk as he demands that you leave. Once he knows you’re out of the building and hears your cars tires irritate the gravel on the driveway, he falls into his seat.

“FUCK!” he yells, kicking his feet off of his desk. Kirishima waits outside, unsure of whether he should attempt to disturb his superior when he’s feeling like this. His curiosity gets the better of him, though.

He knocks, only to be greeted with silence. Something that has always gotten the better of Katsuki Bakugo is his anger. It’s gotten him into trouble more times than he can count, and still, he rose through the ranks to be in charge of his own team. He kicks his desk one more time; and then he breathes. He takes a deep, sturdy breath with his eyes welded shut before he even thinks of speaking. Only then, he invites Kirishima inside.

“Things not going well with the new hire?”

“Can’t trust a bitch.” Bakugo snarls. Kirishima’s jaw falls as he takes in the information. It’s easy enough to comprehend. He knew it from the minute he set eyes on you. A fucking spy. A witch bold enough to enter a room with dozens of men who want her dead. Bold of you.

“You let her go, Diablo? We heard you giving it to her, I’m surprised you didn’t—”

“I know, but I can assure you I’m not losing my fuckin’ touch.” Bakugo explains. Kirishima nods almost apologetically. As if he would never imply anything of the sort. “Regardless of what she is, she was sent to us personally from corporate. I have a feeling we’ll be shut down faster than our heads will spin if we do anything to her…” he announces. It makes sense to Kirishima. Bakugo’s leadership skills and intelligence are what have gotten him to where he is today. “Besides… she said something interesting before she left.” he mumbles.

“Which is?”

“None of yer fuckin’ business, shithead. I’ll let you know when I piece it together myself, got that?” Bakugo raises his voice, causing Kirishima to grimace. He nods, accepting his response.

Both of their attention snaps to the door of the office as they hear a heavy, erratic knock. They share a look before Bakugo welcomes them inside. It’s Kaminari. Before Bakugo can get a word in, Kaminari is talking quicker than his tongue can keep up with.

“Boss, we’ve had a call from corporate. They’re sending someone to talk to you today, what’s going on?” Kaminari wonders. He’s visibly freaking out and even Kirishima is even a little worried. What have you done?

“Ah, the little bitch went running her mouth already. Fuck. It’ll just be a goon, no need to shit yourselves over it, I’ll handle it.” he tells them. They don’t seem too convinced. It annoys him that they have doubts. He’s never done anything to make them doubt him in the past. “I will fucking deal with this. This isn’t anything unexpected, you hear? Keep it to yourselves for now.”

“Yes, boss.” they speak simultaneously. He waves them out and starts picking up all of the stuff he’d tossed aside so that you could sit comfortably on his desk. How could you trick him like that? Because you’re a fucking witch. A fucking bitch. His face is flushed red, unable to get the image of you submitting to him out of his mind. Stop it. He smirks thinking about how conniving you are. What must you have said to corporate?

The atmosphere is tense as the men all await for the arrival of whoever has been dispatched to speak with their leader. Bakugo isn’t sure when it happened, but the rain is coming down heavy. That seems like a bad omen if he’s ever seen one. The demeanour of his men immediately changes as they hear a car door slam from outside. The man has lesser men by his side holding his possessions and keeping an umbrella raised above his head.

He's welcomed inside by Kirishima, he stands aside and lets the man enter. Everyone greets him. And by their tone and speech, Bakugo can tell they haven’t sent a regular corporate goon. He hears him mumble something, assumedly, 'which is the way to his office'. Kirishima shows him the way. The redhead knocks on the door but then man has no time or care for pleasantries. He opens the door without care or permission, entering to see Bakugo with a cigar between his fingers and two whiskeys poured out.

“I wasn’t expecting you of all people, Aizawa.”

“Thought I trained you better than to drink on the job, Bakugo.”

Aizawa throws his coat in Kirishima’s direction. Expecting the man to hang it up as if he’s some sort of errand boy. Bakugo nods, though, allowing it just to keep things friendly for the time being.

“Must be important if they’ve sent you. But not important enough for Yagi, I guess.” Bakugo begins, puffing on his cigar as he waits for the response of his sensei. Aizawa looks tired, as he often does. He has no desire to begin a war of words with his former student.

“Believe me, this is important enough that he’d be here if he could. He’s chasing up a lead on the warlock.”

“That things father. That’s what she told me, is it true?”

“That thing is an asset that we cannot afford to lose. She personally requested to be transferred to your team because she believes you are the right man to assist her in taking out the warlock.”

“I asked you a fuckin’ question, Aizawa. Is it true?”

“Yes,” he sighs in response, “It’s true.”

“And not one of you fucks told me? You know what he did to my mother and you’ve been keeping his spawn as a little pet project. You’ve known his identity this entire time and said nothing. Fuck you.”

“I really thought all of this power might have made you grow up, Bakugo. This goes deeper than your mother being dead. He is a mass murderer that we want executed. That girl is a witch, yes, but she’s powerful enough even without her abilities. You’d be a fool to waste this opportunity, she is the key to justice for all of those he’s killed.”

“I want a name.”

“No.”

“Aizawa,” Bakugo speaks. He stands up from behind his desk pointing a shotgun at the black-haired man. “I’m going to need a name or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.” he threatens, carefully moving from behind the desk and getting closer to Aizawa.

“I’ll forget about this, just this once. Lower the gun. I won’t tell you because I’d rather you hear it from her. You can’t waste her. Give her a chance.” Aizawa suggests. Bakugo grins, shaking his head as he points the gun even harder at him.

“Her fucked up father killed my mother. Why the hell would I listen to anything that bitch has to say?”

“Because he killed her mother, too.” Aizawa sees the slight change in Bakugo. His hold on his weapon falters and his eyes begin to shake in their sockets. Aizawa takes the opportunity and uses two fingers to push the gun away softly and beckon Bakugo’s attention. “She is a bitch, but she’s a good girl. She’s hurting in the exact same way you are so give her a chance. I’d say that’s all I’m asking, but I’m not. Corporate are going to shut this team down if you refuse her. It’s out of my hands.”

“Fuck off, Aizawa.”

“Gladly. Expect a call from us, but I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.” Aizawa tells him, picking up his coat from the rack and showing himself out of the office. Bakugo watches him walk away and hears Kirishima bid him farewell. As soon as he’s out of range the red haired man rushes in to discuss the meeting with Bakugo.

“Well?” Kirishima asks hastily, his breathing becoming more urgent as he is met with continued silence. “What happened, boss?”

“Get me the bitch’s file,” Bakugo commands, “we’re stuck with her on the team, for now.”

“You called me sooner than I had expected, Bakugo.” you smile. You’re sitting outside a coffee shop with an ice cold glass of lemonade. The weather is a huge improvement from yesterday, and you wanted to make the most of it. Meeting here was your idea, though Bakugo seems less than thrilled that you chose somewhere so crowded.

“Don’t piss me off, it’s sir.”

“Is it? I’m not sure if you called me because you want to keep me on your team or fire me officially.”

“Well I think we both know I can’t fucking fire you or we lose funding. You’re reinstated, I don’t care what you do. Honestly I’d rather not see you at all if possible. Just do your fucking job and steer clear.” Bakugo rants. You shake your head and laugh as you sip on your lemonade.

“So hostile, sir.” you carry on smiling, only aggravating him more. “You could have said all of this on the phone. Are you trying to be polite because we fucked? Wanna break my heart face to face like a man?” you continue irritating him. You can almost see a vein bulging in his forehead and he’s becoming as red as the roses in the window of the flower shop next door.

“Shut up. I wanted to see you in person because I think you have some fucking explaining to do. Your father, I want a name.”

“Is that right?”

“Stop fucking around. Tell me his name. Your surname is Todoroki, do you share it with him?” Bakugo asks and his eyes become bloodshot. It’s enough to wipe the smile off your face.

“Yeah. His name when I knew him was Enji Todoroki. I’m not sure what he goes by now, knowing his name isn’t useful in finding him. He likely has a warlock name, too. Like my brother.”

“There’s more of you?”

“Don’t get too excited. I’ll tell you the story of the Todoroki line. Touya is the eldest and he’s as insane as our father, if not more so. He is the son of his wife, Rei. He had an affair and I came along. He then went on to have another three children, only the youngest of them being another warlock. He isn’t bad in the least.”

“You’re all bad.”

“No, you’re wrong. Just Enji and Touya. He threatened Rei’s life more times than you can imagine for giving him two useless children. So she fled with the three of them, leaving Touya and I behind. That’s when he told me he murdered my mother after I was born and he was going to kill again. He took Touya and left me an orphan so he could satiate his bloodlust. That’s how corporate took me in.”

“And they didn’t kill you. Why?” Bakugo asks curious, clearly captivated by the story of your life. His position has altered. He’s leaning forward over the table and his eyes are telling you he is positively hooked on every word.

“That’s something you’ll need to ask them, sir. I was just happy to have food and shelter. They trained me into what I am today. An asset. To them and to you. I know you don’t care for me but I will show you my worth and we will hunt down that son of a bitch.”

“I believe you. I do. Your story is rough, but I can’t trust you knowing what you are. Not just as a witch, but your DNA contains remnants of what killed my mom.”

“We’ll fall apart at the seams if you can’t trust me, sir. I have nothing but good intentions, I swear that on my life.” you tell him. He doesn’t respond and all you can do is sigh. “You go back to the mansion. I’m not ready to be stuck indoors yet and I know you don’t want to be around me. I’ll be there if I’m needed today, otherwise I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Don’t call it a fucking mansion, we call it a school.”

“Why?”

“Because I get sent all of the idiot fucking newbies and I’m expected to make them into perfect hunters. But I guess since you were so desperate to stay on my team, that’s your job now.”

“Goodbye, sir. Safe travels.” you grin. Your attention is lost on him as you see a man with brunette hair enter the coffee shop. He winks at you as he walks by, and you can’t help but want to follow him. Bakugo waves and turns away from you, allowing you the opportunity to follow your instincts.

The minute Bakugo is out of sight, you get out of your seat and wander inside. He’s at the check-out desk with a cappuccino. Once he hands them the amount due, you tap quickly on his shoulder.

“Shindo, I thought that was you!” you beam. He puts his wallet away and opens his arms for a hug. You return it excitedly. It’s been so long since you saw him. “What the hell are you doing here. Will you sit with me? I’m so giddy and excited I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Of course I will, gorgeous. Outside, yeah? Come on, lets go.” he smiles as he guides you back outside. You take your seat and he fills Bakugo’s chair. You begin talking about old times and discussing what brought him to town. You discover he accompanied Aizawa but decided to stick around a little longer so he could look you up.

“Aizawa brought you? Damn, Yo. He must see serious potential in you if he’s letting you do visits with him.” you praise him. It makes him blush but smile confidently.

“Yeah, well, I finally got my hunters license.” he grins so hard his eyes squeeze shut. “I’m out from behind the desks and actually in the action now, it feels great! He’s trying to decide a team to assign me to, but between you and me I think he’s considering setting me up with one of my own.” Shindo explains. You begin to clap excitedly at his news.

“Fuck, Yo. That’s so amazing! I’m so happy for you.”

“My intentions aren’t pure, babe. I wanted to scout you. I mean, I think you should have your own team but, I’d love you on mine. You know me, I always want the best.”

It surprises you to hear him say that. You’re in a new team yourself and you have no desire to keep hopping around from place to place. You know Shindo would treat you right. He’d give you special privileges and never let you be unhappy a single day you’re with him. But you can’t. Not right now.

“I need to be with Katsuki right now. I appreciate what you’re offering but I know he’s the best option for me. I need to kill my father, and we share the same goal.”

“Every hunter shares the same goal, babe. Enji Todoroki is public enemy number one. Katsuki Bakugo is not special. I won’t push you, but maybe after we finally get him, hah?”

“Maybe. Thanks for thinking of me, Shindo.”

“We’ve been talking for hours, I didn’t even notice the sun set. You want me to walk you home?” he offers. You nod, picking up your belongings and linking your arm with his.

“I left my car at the ma— the school.”

“S’no problem, babe.”

You walk side by side the entire way. You can’t help but laugh at his horrendous jokes and your heart warms as you remember how many he told you back at headquarters. For most of your time there you’d been isolated from everyone. There was something about you that seemed to piss people off. Something. It was because you’re a woman. Everyone knows that warlocks exist and yet women are so despised in your profession. None of the children wanted to play with you. None of them wanted to talk to you.

All except Shindo.

You played together every day and you would discuss plans for how you’d run your own teams when you grew up. He had been your only friend back then. It hurt when he told you he was leaving headquarters to train properly under Aizawa. He was gone for years. He kept failing the hunters exam again and again.

Look at him now.

Confident and smiling and about to inherit his own team. You’re so happy to see him. You hadn’t realised you’d missed him quite so much. Being at corporate helped you build a harsh shell. You weren’t allowed feelings or emotions. Nothing was allowed to bother you or deter you from your work. That is why Bakugo is so amusing to you. He’s a hot-head despite having the same rules as you. He’s so quick to anger and in the face of it all, all you can do is laugh.

“Here we are,” you smile. You’re facing Shindo head on as you stand beside your car. “I could give you a ride, if you like?”

As Shindo began to agree to your offer, Kirishima was in Bakugo’s office pointing to you both through the window. His blood ran cold. It can’t be. He stormed out of his office and almost took the door to the school off of its hinges. You turned around to see him charging towards the two of you. Shindo grins, overly entertained with the Bakugo he’s all too familiar with.

“Now this is a corporate goon. The fuck are you doing here?” Bakugo questions. Shindo steps ahead of you to confront his rival.

“Walking my friend home. Is that a problem, Bakugo?”

“Get the hell away from here. And you. You’re not speaking to him anymore, got it? Not if you’re on my fucking team.”

“Oh please. Spare me. Shall I go get a ruler so you guys can measure your dicks? Grow up, for crying out loud.”

They start to ignore you as they argue amongst themselves. They’re so invested in each other they haven’t noticed you begin to walk away. You wonder if they can smell the foul odour, too, or if you have an enhanced sense of smell. It leads you out from the gates of the mansion and into the middle of the road. You’re thankful that the street is empty. It’s beginning to irritate you now. The smell. It’s so familiar and dangerous. Something specific and terrifying. Smoke. Ash. Burning.

Now they’ve noticed you’re no longer with them. Two men follow you out of the gate but still continue to bicker. You want to tell them to shut the fuck up, but you don’t. You’re too obsessed with the scent you’re inhaling. Your thoughts are robbed from you as Shindo holds your face and makes you look at him. He speaks, but you don’t hear him. Your brain isn’t taking in any information besides the smell. Has a fire broken out?

“Hey, pretty boy,” all three of you hear. You begin looking around, wondering where it came from. “How about you take your hands off her?”

The voice is directed at Shindo, and it makes him release you immediately. Your guard is up. It’s a familiar, gravelly voice that sends fear through your body. It can’t be. It just can’t be. You’re finally greeted to an appearance from the voice. White hair has turned black. Perfect skin is covered in hideous scars. His eyes are still as beautiful as ever. He smiles menacingly as he approaches, his patchwork coat billowing behind him as he walks.

“Long time no see, little sister.”

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“Don’t be shy darlin’! Show us some skin!” you hear an individual yell from the crowd. His words have the opposite effect as you retreat into yourself even more. You can’t remember the last time you weren’t crying save for your nightly rest, not that you were getting much of that these days.

“C’mon little virgy! We came here for a show, you know!” another man hollers. The audience is entirely male as you could have expected. You are the latest in a long line of cat hybrids that has been sold to the circus. You remember as a kitten how you would joke about running away to be a part of it one day; but you hadn’t quite imagined it would be like this. In your fantasies, you imagined escaping your abusive home life to become a glamorous gymnast or a singer. You never would have dreamed you’d be kidnapped, stripped naked and forced to perform in front of the eyes of lecherous men.

The circus travels and makes a fortune in ticket sales. The ringleader had been down on his luck before he got the ingenious idea to scout for hybrids. After all, there is no law to stop him from mistreating your kind. You’ve been hit, whipped and spat at in the time you’ve been here. But tonight is your big night. You’ve tried to think of every possible way to escape your fate and run to freedom. Alas, nothing you thought of was realistic.

“There’s a lot of hoo-ha in here tonight, gentleman! Are we excited for tonight’s show?” the ringleader questions. The men begin hooting and hollering in anticipation. You aren’t sure if they’re oblivious to how sick this is or if that’s what is making the experience more thrilling. You can’t see past your tear-blurred eyes as you view your surroundings. Men with their hands down their pants as they begin to pleasure themselves, eager for the show to commence. “You perverts have made me a rich man tonight; handing over your hard earned moola and lining my pockets so you can see this. Who’s ready for it?” he jokes with the audience who laugh and continue to cheer.

You look up at him, but he has no interest in looking at you. He knows you’re going to be begging him with drenched little eyes, pleading with him to not make you do this. But you have no choice. Men have paid and are waiting for you to be defiled.

“Without further ado, let’s get him out here. Taijuuuu! Come on out here boy!” he calls. Within seconds, Taiju Shiba is running out into the ring from backstage. His arms spread wide and his thick golden tail swishes. His ears twitched when the audience reaction increased tenfold at his appearance. He’s such a large presence, both figuratively and literally. Unlike you, he’s strutting around naked without a care in the world. His large cock is soft and still enormous, swinging uncontrollably as he runs around the ring to hype up the audience.

Eventually he comes to you. You’re a pathetic peon in the presence of a God. He’s the biggest man you’ve ever seen and you don’t think you can handle what is about to happen to you.

“Taiju here is a cherry chaser, gentlemen.” the ringleader informs the crowd who begin to ooh and aah at the comment. “And he is a dear friend of mine, and I like to help my friends.” he continues.

The ringleader of this twisted circus was scouting for talent when he discovered Taiju Shiba in the wild. The king of his pride of lions. He was happy and content with the life he used to lead, so he was understandably furious when he was tranquilised and brought to the circus. He’d heard about cities and towns, regular humanity and the differences between his life in the wild and this. Money. The ringleader told him. He promised him fame and riches and all the women he could want if he agreed to be his partner. To perform when instructed and do what’s necessary.

A man like Taiju didn’t need to be corrupted, he already was.

“Cats and lions, felines. They’re the same family but should they lay with one another? Breed, even? That’s what you’re going to find out, tonight, gentlemen. Watch on in amazement as Taiju deflowers this precious virgin. Enjoy.” he finishes as he sits off to one side and allows the show to go ahead.

You know it’s useless, and yet you can’t stop yourself from running away from him. It’s hard to see where you’re going, your eyes filled with salty tears. You’re embarrassed knowing your private parts are out, flopping and exposed as you run away from the monstrous lion man. He isn’t even running after you. He’s stalking you, like you’re prey. That’s exactly what you are. There’s nowhere for you to run so why would he waste his stamina?

The chase is part of the enjoyment for the crowd. It gets Taiju’s blood pumping and the fear in you is dizzying. Oh dear God his cock is so big. No wonder he’s walking around so confidently. Chiselled abs that of an Adonis and a cock the length of your arm. And when he starts to run, you panic. It will take him no time at all to reach you now that’s he’s actually sprinting towards you. And the recollection that you won’t escape is too much for you. Once he’s inside, the spines of his cock will prevent you from squirming away.

He laughs when he grabs you. Throwing you over his arm as if you’re nothing. The crowd might blow the tent into the sky if they cheer any louder. There is a pedestal in the middle of the ring for the two of you to perform on. He’s growling and snarling when he places you down. You’re so weak and pathetic, no matter how much you hit or kick him it’s pointless. Your attempts of violence might as well be a butterfly wing tickling him.

“You’ve got serious moxie, kitty-cat. Gimme a schmooch.” he demands. There is only one thing you can think to do. You hiss. You bare your fangs to him earning a mixture of giggles and jeers from the men in the crowd. “Think you’re scary, eh?”

“P-Please, Taiju. I don’t wanna do this with you… ‘m so frightened.” you blubber. He thinks you’re a fool for thinking that would work. His laugh is horrible and deafening. It only makes you cry more and the audience cheer and laugh louder.

“I’m going to rape your little cunt, kitty-cat.” he reminds you, menacingly. “Gonna be a dreadful first time for ya.” he continues. You knew he had quite the vulgar mouth on him, but you had no idea it could reach this extremity.

“You don’t have to do this to me.” you remind him. He only tuts, nothing more nothing less for a good few seconds.

“I want to, kitten. That’s the thing. I love breaking in tiny virgin cunts.” he tells you smugly. You use the back of your hands to wipe away your tears. “Might be a little nicer if you give me a schmooch. Otherwise, I’m gonna make it really fucking hurt.”

You nod quickly as you agree to the kiss. His tongue darts by the tightly sewn seam of your lips to kiss you with vigor. Your first kiss, too. In a place like this; it’s enough to make a devil cry.

He pulls away, holding two of his fingers up and closed together. Taiju forces them inside of your mouth.

“Like when you were a kitten, pretty girl. Lick and suck my fingers like you did your mother’s tits for milk.” he commands you. You obey without a second thought; if you make it slow and sensual enough it might prolong the experience.

It doesn’t.

He snatches away his fingers and shoves them both brutally into your entrance. The audience clap and celebrate when he does and they hear the cat-like scream you unleash from having your walls explored for the very first time. You can’t stop screeching. It’s both music to Taiju’s ears and the most irritating noise he’s ever heard.

“Ain’t I a nice guy for stretching your itsy-bitsy pussy out? They’re so big, probably shoulda started with one. But I’m not that nice. You think I’m a big baddy, don’tcha?” he speaks. You want to scratch his eyes out for talking so much. So much nonsense at that. Of course you think he’s a baddy! He’s forcing himself upon you against your will. But you’re all but sure saying something like that will have you in for a world of hurt.

“N-no Taiju. You’re a nice guy for stretching me…” you sigh. You still can’t stop yourself from crying. It makes it better for him. The more tears the better, it makes him hard as hell. Because he knows it’s all his fault. You’re so scared of his massive fucking cock so you’re crying. Way to inflate a mans ego.

He makes you wrap your arms around his torso before he lines himself up with your aching hole. Once he’s where he wants to be, he wastes no time pushing in his fat tip. He laughs when you scream out for reprieve again. Just the tip has you acting like this. His whole weight comes down on you as he prepares to insert himself the entire way. He doesn’t take his time, no, he thrusts himself inside in one agonising blow. His eyes widen when he doesn’t hear a sound out of you. Has he killed you? He makes an impulsive decision to lightly slap your face to force you to come back around.

“There she is, attagirl. Feels that good you went to heaven, eh?” he torments. He’s in you now. Wholly and completely. You can feel the spines inside of you, ruining your walls as he begins to thrust with urgency.

“I can’t breathe! Taiju please I won’t— I won’t survive—”

“This is no concern of mine, cat.”

You’re wailing inconsolably. It can only be described as giving birth in reverse. Something so large and formidable shouldn’t be penetrating your walls, that is a dead cert. There is a part of you that is feeling pleasured, in a sick sort of way. You can’t help it that he’s perfectly assaulting your sweet spot and bringing you to the edge of your first penetrative orgasm.

“Kitten’s first orgasm is on her way. How is it that you’re a whore and a virgin in the same bout? Must like getting your pussy raped.” he insults you. You don’t answer. He’s too terrifying and at this point you don’t have the mind to respond. “Getting tighter around me, you’ll make me cum as well.” he warns you.

It rips through you like a bullet. Your mind clouds as you are filled with not a single thought but Taiju’s cock and cumming for him. His words, albeit disgusting, may ring true after all. Perhaps you do like being violated as opposed to loved.

He roars for you and everyone else to hear when he arrives to his own completion. He fucks his thick white sperm further into your throbbing cunny. His jaw hangs low for so long he begins to drool. He’s drooling all over you. You don’t think you’ve ever noticed how large his mouth is. His fangs are much larger than yours and you think he could bite your entire head off in one go.

You hiss and scream as he withdraws himself from you. The barbs of his cock scraping down your walls. It’s agonising. You instinctively claw at his back in desperation. With nails like yours, it took little to no effort for you to draw blood. He doesn’t even react to it. You’re on the verge of passing out so he picks you up like a child. Your legs around his waist and arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He cheers and he turns around to show the crowd the stripes you have given him. A true accomplishment of his performance and potency. The men stand and cheer; Taiju had given them a show to remember and worth every penny.

He bows, still holding you firm. You’re carried backstage, his cum dripping out of your hole and down his body. The ringleader walks into the centre and bows towards everyone, thanking them for their patronage.

It was a show to remember, and an encounter you won’t soon forget.

“There is no room for witches in modern society.” Bakugo announces to the room.

He looks around at his comrades who have their eyes perfectly fixed on him, hanging on his every word. He scoffs when he notices one taking notes of what he’s saying. It’s simple to follow and remember, note taking isn’t necessary. If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hates more than a witch, it’s a brown nose.

“Despite our best efforts, they just keep coming. I suspect there is something in the city attracting them, a beacon. And it doesn’t help that the bitches blend so seamlessly with the rest of us fuckin’ normies.” he growls. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks the situation through. They’re easy enough to kill if he can get the jump on them but weeding them out is the tricky part.

“Hey, Bakugo, is there more we could be doing?” Kaminari asks him, earning yet another scoff from his blonde superior.

“Always. Don’t ask me dumb shit again, as long as these mystical whores are still breathing there’s always more to be done.” Bakugo speaks in a matter of fact manner, earning an embarrassed smile from his friend. “Has anyone seen Kirishima?”

Right on cue, his right-hand man bursts through the door to his office with a woman on his arm. His face is serious. He’s seething with rage. It makes Bakugo laugh when he sees how tight his grip is into the upper arm flesh on the woman who’s accompanying him.

“What have I told you about bringing your fuckin’ girlfriends here, Kirishima? Get her out of here we’re in the middle of a meetin’.” Bakugo snides, shrugging him off before he can even explain who she is or what he’s doing with her.

“No girlfriend of mine, dude. Saw her loitering around outside; I’m guessing she’s a spy for the bitches. She’s claiming to be here for an interview.” his attention drifts from Bakugo as he puts more focus on staring into her eyes. “Dumb bitch. We don’t hire chicks. Don’t trust any of you, just admit you’re a spy and maybe we’ll make your death painless.” he speaks as if she’s an imbecile, though she doesn’t respond. He only grows more agitated when she rolls her eyes and laughs. Kirishima hadn’t noticed Bakugo flipping through scattered papers on his desk. His scowling eyes looking between his documents and the woman with his friend.

“She’s tellin’ the truth,” Bakugo smirks. Kirishima laughs for a moment and then looks dumbfounded at his boss, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “She’s a transfer from the higher ups. Great credentials, said I’d give her a chance to prove herself before hiring, though.”

“Don’t be an idiot, man. We have one rule and you’re gonna break it because she was recommended? Why the fuck would anyone risk bringing a woman into—”

“As much as I love listening to misogyny and hearing that all women are a risk, I’d quite like to get on with this try out.” you speak for the first time, and you’re rewarded with a mix of murmurs and shocked inhales.

“Oi. He might be a fucking idiot but he’s got more authority than you, so I suggest you watch your fucking tone. And I have authority over him.” Bakugo hisses at you, you shake your head, unimpressed, and kiss your teeth loud enough for the sound to fill the room.

“I hope you’re not expecting an apology, sir, you won’t be getting one. I’m entitled to as much respect as anyone else in this room. I’ve been sent from a team much more experienced and talented than yours; meaning I probably out rank every man in this room. Now, if you don’t mind, can we get on with this fucking interview.” you bite at him. It knocks him back to hear someone talk to him that way. He’s the type of man to send fear through everyone he encounters with just a single look. He earned the nickname Diablo after his first kill, the witch he murdered claiming to see the devil in his eyes as she died.

You shrug your arm away from Kirishima and waltz out of the room, knowing your new employer won’t be far behind.

“Well she seems like a real handful. She must be insane if she thinks you’re going to hire her after that little speech.” Kirishima grins, Bakugo returns the expression as he gets out from behind his desk and approaches him.

“I’ll be honest, I like her. She’s got a fire in her that a lot of you wet blankets seem to be lacking.” he chastises his group. His team begin to look around and avoid eye contact, ashamed of their work ethic and letting him down. “Meeting adjourned. Fuck off. I’ve got an interview to conduct.”

“Unusual place for an interview,” you tell him as you enter the training room set up in the mansion. “I was expecting a sit down in a comfy chair in your office, sir. I presume you read my file so you already know what I’m capable of.”

“I don’t like to be bored, sweetheart. The idea of an interview bores me to tears. I’ve read what you can do but I’d like to see it for myself. Multi-talented with weapons but you have an area of expertise. You’re a sniper, yeah? Can’t do that here, show me the rest.” he demands.

He watches as you approach a weapons rack and pick up a bow and arrow. It takes you no time at all to hit a bullseye on each target with perfect precision. Of course, he’s impressed. You don’t take long collecting the arrows and moving onto the rest of the weapons.

Guns. Knives. Crossbow. Shuriken’s. Swords.

You’ve got all bases covered.

“I thought you said you didn’t like to be bored. This is boring me.”

“As talented as you clearly are, you’re right. It’s boring to watch you be perfect. I know you’re more than capable of working for me, so you’re on my team. But how do you propose we fix how bored we are?” Bakugo asks you. You smirk, you’d been waiting for him to ask.

“I’m picking up a vibe from you, sir. I think you’d like to fuck me. And normally my sexual appetite never goes unquenched, but I think I’d rather us take a field trip and go witch hunting. I’ll show you what I can really do.”

“Be fuckin’ careful how you talk. You know witches are known for being lustful, yeah?” Bakugo warns you. You tut, picking up a sniper rifle from the weapons rack and walking by him.

“Witches like to fuck. Women like to fuck. Men like to fuck. Everyone enjoys fucking so don’t be so paranoid about that. If you killed every woman you thought were a whore there’d only be men left.” you tell him as you continue walking down the corridor and towards the exit.

Bakugo stands calmly as he watches you walking away from him. You don’t stop to turn and see where he is. Your confidence is unfathomable. It’s something that could easily get you killed and you don’t seem to give a damn. You were right about one thing though, he wants to fuck you, and he’s sure it will be happening before the week is out.

“She givin’ you grief, boss?” Kirishima asks his friend. Bakugo just snickers, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance.

“She’s a bitch. But she’s damn talented.”

He takes his time following behind you, winking at Kirishima before closing the door. You’re in your own car. A pretty white Mercedes which he’s sure came from a corporate pay cheque. Asking why you wanted to transfer seems too desperate to him. Like he cares about your life and existence outside of work. He doesn’t have that kind of time or energy for anyone besides his best friend, Kirishima. He can’t remember the last time he dated for genuine reasons. He can’t remember the last time he fucked a woman and didn’t assassinate them right after.

“Why do you hate witches so much, Katsuki?” you ask him, staring down the crosshairs of your rifle.

“First off, it’s sir. Show me respect or you’re out on your ass.” he warns you. It makes you smirk and lose focus, but it’s quickly regained when you find your composure. “Secondly, what the fuck are we doing up here? This building is rickety as shit, feel like the whole place is gonna come down.”

“I asked you first, sir.”

“Fuck sake. If you don’t know you clearly haven’t done your research.”

“Maybe I did, but I’m asking you. So tell me anyway.”

He sighs at that. You’ve got some neck on you, that’s for sure. The way you act and you talk anyone would think you’re immortal. He scrunches his eyes momentarily before exhaling again.

“My mother is dead. Do the math.”

“Is it true it was a warlock, and not a witch?” you question him, looking behind you over your shoulder to see if he’s okay. You’re not normally one to care, but you’re all too familiar with the complications of a dead mother. He nods at you, his lips in a stoic straight line and unable to speak on it any further. “That’s unbelievable. They’re so… so rare.” you speak, softly, before looking through your crosshairs yet again.

“Answer me, now. What are we doing up here?” he asks you again. You adjust your positioning and instinctively stick your tongue out the harder you concentrate.

“You’ll find out. Any second n—”

You’re interrupted as an apartment building across from you opens their balcony door. A woman steps out. A redhead. There is a beaming smile on her face as she kisses another woman who appears to be her lover. She’s in nothing but a fluffy white towel as she steps out onto the balcony with soaking hair to light up a cigarette. Before you can finish speaking, you’re firing your shot and putting a bullet between her eyes.

“Holy fuck.” Bakugo almost gasps as he watches the woman stumble and fall over the balcony railing. There is a cacophony of screams and yelling for an ambulance to be called as her body splats against the pavement. “That was fucking brutal. How do you even know she was a witch?”

“Just watch.”

A few seconds later, the woman’s remains burst into ash.

“Ash instead of glitter. So as well as being a witch, she was a cunt.”

“I’m hungry, lets discuss this in the car and get food.” you tell him. He’s more than inclined to agree with you.

You go to the nearest McDonald’s drive thru and order large fries for the two of you. It would be foolish to go crazy in your profession, but the occasional treat is more than acceptable.

“Your company have been tracing her for months, you just didn’t know who she was. She’d been drugging people and stealing their youth, their remaining years. I’m surprised there wasn’t more ash, actually. Sick bitch.”

“Do you feel bad about killing white witches? Or do witches remains mean nothing to you?” Bakugo asks before eating another fry. You think about it for a second before answering.

“I do, feel bad. It’s my job so I know that I have to do it. But it’s a little… sickening, I guess, knowing I’ve created a pile of glitter and the poor thing hasn’t done anything to really deserve it other than exist.”

“I feel the same, believe it or not.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean, don’t get me wrong about this. I hate witches. But the fact that they’re just trying to live and I’m puttin’ ‘em down like animals is fucked up. Can’t help what you are. But they just can’t live.” he clears his throat when he notices you staring at him for a while. A little longer than he’s comfortable with. You’re easy to talk to, he thinks, he hasn’t spilled his guts like this in a long time. “Let’s get back to the mansion and get your contract signed.”

“Perfect.”

You quickly scribble your signature on the document and he does the same. He shakes your hand to fully welcome you aboard. Kirishima does the same, signing his name as a witness to the interaction. Bakugo tilts his head to command Kirishima to leave the room. And as always, he does as he’s told.

“Happy to be part of the team, sir.”

“Hopefully you’ll be able to whip them into shape. They are severely lacking in every department. I’m putting you in charge of them, sweetheart. Do what you want with them, just make them less fuckin’ useless.” Bakugo tells you. The immediate promotion from teammate to team leader has your cheeks burning with heat and excitement. “They might give you shit since you’re a chick, but uh—”

“Stop talking, the promotion is good enough I don’t care about the rest. You’re going the right way to having an inappropriate work relationship, sir.” you tell him. You circle around his desk until you’re directly in front of him. He snarls at that, standing up so he towers above you.

“Only known you a few hours and you want me to fuck you over my desk? Whore.” Bakugo teases, leaning forwards so that your lips almost touch but not quite. “Sounds like a good way to celebrate though, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, sir. It does.”

He shuffles you out of the way before he swipes each and every object off his desk. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips meld with yours. It’s passionate and forceful. If it wasn’t so erotic you’d think you were trying to push your way inside of each other’s mouths. His large hands grip into your fabric covered thighs and he sits you down on the desk.

He pulls away as he begins unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. A salacious spit string keeping the pair of you connected before snapping. You pull your black, tucked in t-shirt over your head so you’re sitting in your matching black bra. You pull your feet up onto his desk so that you can untie your shoes while he unbuckles his trousers. He helps you take them off, deciding to just free his cock rather than remove all of his clothing to save time. He pulls down your combat boots and underwear in the same swoop.

“Look at this drippy cunt, how long has it been like this?” he asks you.

“Since you told me to watch my fucking tone during your meeting, sir.” you inform him. He grins at that. “I knew we’d fuck. Didn’t think it would be so soon, though.” you admit. He nods in agreement. He drops to his knees as he widens your legs and makes his face comfortable buried in your pussy. You shiver as his tongue prods at your clit, unable to stand the pressure you’re feeling building up already. He stands up straight and kisses you again, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You like being told what to do, huh? Doesn’t seem that way when we’re out there.” he smirks. You nod, though, of course you like being told what to do. Why would you have called him sir before he even asked you to? “Gonna take my cock then, aren’tcha?” he tells you, and you nod again.

He wraps his hand around your throat and pins your body down on the desk. He uses his free hand to line his cock up with your entrance before plunging in immediately. It hurts like hell. He's as long as a lamppost and thick as a coke can. It’s hard to breathe as he starts to batter your insides almost instantly. It’s a good job you like it.

“Feel good, baby? You’re so fucking tight. God I haven’t had sex this good in years.”

“I’ve never— I’ve never— Oh fuck sir, ‘m gonna cum!”

He stills as you tighten around him. You’re moaning loud enough for every single witch hunter in the building to know what he’s doing with the newest employee in his office. He watches you intently as you cum, unable to believe what he’s seeing. The feeling of pure ecstasy in your eyes. But it’s not just that.

He picks up again as he chases his own orgasm. You can tell something is off with him. He’s not really into it anymore and he’s just forcing it for the sake of it. But he cums, too, flooding your pussy with drippy, white seed before he falls back into his office chair. His body is sweaty and shiny. And you’re in exactly the same state.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him, he just scoffs and shakes his head. He can’t even look at you. “Is it because I didn’t tell you? I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would matter.”

“Didn’t tell me what? The fact that you’re a virgin, or a fucking witch?” he growls at you. Your heart drops but you scowl your brows in confusion. Feigning ignorance is your best option. “Your eyes glittered, babe. When you came for me. I’ve fucked enough witches to know you’re one, too. Did you get off on making me feel like an idiot?”

“Wasn’t like that.” you tell him as you get up and start searching for your clothes that are scattered across his office. Once you’re dressed, he doesn’t attempt to keep you there. You’ve got a target on your back the size of the world, and you’re sure he’ll be telling his subordinates all about it. “I enjoyed our field trip today. And you’re a hard ass but you come across as a good boss. I mean, sleeping with employees is a bit—”

“Why have you done this? You know I can’t let you live, don’t you?”

“Corporate knows about me. They know I’m loyal and trustworthy and I get the job done. There’s more at play here than just kill the witch.”

“I’m trying very fucking hard not to bite your head off. I could kill you right now but I’ll give you a chance to run back to your friends back home and let you have a head start. I’m not having a witch on my team, I don’t care how fuckin’ good you are.”

“I’m here to help you kill the warlock who killed your mother.” you tell him. It stops him in his tracks. He leans backwards against his desk and glares at you. If looks could kill, you’d be a pile of glitter on the ground.

“Why do you give a fuck about that? What’s it to you?” he wonders, and now it’s your turn to sigh. Gaining the courage to tell him your circumstances and what has lead you onto his team.

“He killed my mother, too.” you confess. His eyes widen in horror at the revelation, though he isn’t quite in the mood to offer you comfort.

“And? I couldn't give a fuck about that. Another witch down.”

“And, Katsuki,” you huff. You blink rapidly as you try and keep the tears at bay. It’s unclear whether you’re crying over your deceased mother or how callously Bakugo has just spoken about her. “The warlock you’re hunting… he’s my father.”