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Don’t you look cute? What’s with that smile? You’re not actually happy to be here, are you? It’s just a stupid act that you’re putting on. Anything for your job, anything for more money, anything to please…him.
The way you’re staying so close to his side makes you look weak. It lets him know that you’re not as brave or as confident as you’re pretending to be. What’s the problem? Oh, are you afraid of him? What have you heard about him?
His eyes narrow as he watches you from behind Father. Leaning back against the bar counter with his elbows on the edge at his back. Not looking away from you, not listening to your boss as he babbles on and on about…something. Honestly, he lost interest in what’s being said and he knows that if he’s not paying attention, Kurogiri is.
Look at you. His gaze slides down your frame, feeling this bitterness at the sight of you. You’re wearing a skirt and a sweater and he suspects that you’re only dressed that way because your boss made you do it. He bets that you get used as eye candy a lot. A cute, sweet little accessory at your boss’s elbow for the “big, bad villains” to ogle while your boss strikes a deal with them.
What even is your quirk? It’s a cat quirk, isn’t it? Judging by the pointed h/c ears atop your head. Though you don’t seem to have a tail. It’s lame, he decides. Such a stupid quirk for a broker’s assistant to have.
While Giran keeps talking, you’re looking over something in a notebook. Making little notes with a pencil, tilting your head as you read over the notes so far. He’s not sure if you’re taking meeting minutes or what, but something about seeing you handle that pencil makes his breath catch in his throat.
He’s looking at your hands now. Those delicate fingers and the pencil slipped between them. Thoughts cross his mind that have him adjusting how he sits. Pushing himself to lean forward; slouching with his elbows on his knees and leering at you through Father’s fingers.
Those hands, those fingers, move so fast over the paper. Stirring up flickers of arousal that make his cock twitch and harden. Imagining your fingers wrapped around his length and those soft, pouting lips pressing kisses against the tip. Fantasizing about your tongue slowly gliding along the underside as you stare up at him.
It’s not fair. His mouth twists into a grimace and he can feel the stinging of his chapped flesh cracking open. The pain is a fleeting distraction from his daydream and he wonders if this is some kind of ploy by Giran. If you’re distracting him exactly the way you were meant to.
“What do you think, Shigaraki?” The broker is turning to him with a smile that turns sleazy when he notices the younger man looking at you. Though he doesn’t say anything, it’s still enough acknowledgement to make Shigaraki bristle.
“I wasn’t pay attention,” he brazenly replies. The second you shift your attention from your notebook to him, he can feel the thumping of his pulse quicken. Looking into your eyes, he wants nothing more than to see them brimming with tears, mascara running down your cheeks as you take his cock down your throat.
“Explain it again. It’s your job, isn’t it?” He keeps his eyes locked on you. Staring back at you and silently daring you to look away first. Waiting with a hint of excitement for you to submit and turn your gaze away.
“Oh! Me? Um, okay, I can explain it, if you want.” You make the offer because he’s staring at you so intensely. Worry seeps in as you wonder if he thought you weren’t paying attention. Or maybe he’s testing you.
You’ve been Giran’s assistant for a while, but this is the first time you’ve met Shigaraki Tomura. The “big guy’s protégé” as Giran called him. You’d always been curious about him and you’d asked before if you could tag along when Giran met with him, but he usually said “no”. Honestly, you’re not sure why today is different.
Of course, you’re glad you came! He’s just…different from what you’d expected. Not quite as imposing, not quite as confident. Since you and Giran entered the bar, he barely spoke a word and let Kurogiri do most of the negotiating.
He’s listening to you talk, listening to your voice as you explain Giran’s proposition, but he still isn’t paying attention to the words. No, Shigaraki is focused on your voice. Don’t you sound so…cute? Struggling to try to sound professional, but still tripping over your words a little. Casting a nervous glance toward Giran when you’re not sure about something.
It’s not fair. A hand lifts and his nails drag down the side of his neck. Four, deep scratches again and again. Red lines decorating his tender flesh as his jaw clenches. Behind Father’s fingers, scarlet eyes narrow and he wonders how many times Giran has paraded his cute little assistant in front of other villains.
There’s something between you, isn’t there? Why else would you be working for a man like Giran? You owe him money, don’t you? Or maybe he’s blackmailing you. Some sick, intensely twisted part of him wonders if you’ve just got daddy issues or something.
Shigaraki is watching your feline ears perk forward as you seem to gain confidence. You know, you almost remind him of someone. This character…from a mature light novel. He’s gotten off to her scenes in the light novel more times than he can count and now that he’s made that connection, he can’t stop picturing you in her place. Every pose, every line. He can’t wait for this meeting to end.
You’re gaining a bit more confidence as you talk. Though you’d been worried that you might mess up during this first meeting, it seems like you might be doing a good job. You wouldn’t say it to Giran, but Shigaraki looks a little more engaged during your explanation.
This is…actually going really well. To your surprise, he mumbles something under his breath when you’re done and then agrees to Giran’s terms. Maybe you’re cut out for this kind of work after all. Maybe you can move up from being a broker’s assistant and become a broker yourself in the future.
As your boss flips through the paperwork for the contract, you find your eyes wandering to Shigaraki. The villain is slouching on a barstool with that hand fixed over his face. It makes it difficult for you to see his eyes so you can’t be totally sure of where he’s looking, but you hope he’s not looking your way.
It’s embarrassing, isn’t it? To get flustered like this over just meeting someone. Your heart didn’t beat this fast when you were meeting Giran’s other clients so why is it racing now?
Trying to rationalize it doesn’t help. Telling yourself that you’re just nervous because this is “the big guy’s protégé”. This is an important man, right? Higher ranking than any of the clients you’ve dealt with so far. It’s that power that’s making your palms sweat and making your throat tighten.
You celebrate a job well done with Giran when you leave the bar and get the contract back to his office. Hitting up a shabby little bar near the office and getting drinks. Though you only have one beer and make it last the two hours you spend in the bar. Taking small sips as he makes friendly conversation with a few other regulars and some guys he’s worked with in the past.
You’re reflecting on the meeting again as you stare down at your beer. Feline ears flattening against your head, a soft sigh leaving your lips. Sure, Shigaraki agreed to the terms in the end, but you still feel like you could’ve done a better job. It’s just that you got so nervous when you started talking; you were blushing and stumbling over your words like a novice.
It’s…frustrating. Your teeth grit and your grip on the mug tightens. The first time you met Shigaraki was supposed to be smoother than that! You were supposed to look like a professional! You wanted to impress him, impress your boss, and you totally fucked it up by getting all flustered like some kind of-!
In your little burst of anger, you lose yourself a bit. Your quirk makes the shadows across the countertop lift and sway, forming semi-solid shapes that sink back into a smoothness once you calm down. Taking deep breaths and lowering your head, trying to hide your shame.
Across the counter, the cute bartender is raising an eyebrow and asking if you’re okay. Somewhere behind you, Giran seems to have noticed that something’s wrong because you can hear him approaching. So you put on a grin and you lift your head. You play dumb and you even laugh when they act worried because…you can’t let them know how weak and stupid you feel.
Next time will be better, you promise yourself that night. That is, if there’s a next time. Even though you did get Shigaraki to agree to Giran’s terms, you weren’t as smooth as your boss. He probably thinks you’ve still got a ways to go before you can try making deals yourself.
What Shigaraki really thinks is that you’re just Giran’s bait to make clients cooperate. Sitting at his computer, clicking through dialogue options with practiced speed so he can get to the erotic scenes with that character. He’s memorized all the choices to make so he can get the best scenes and when he finally gets to them, it’s you that he’s thinking about.
Girls, women, don’t come into the bar. Why would they? Even if it wasn’t just a front, it’s a shady, gloomy place and he knows it. So when he tries to imagine himself in the protagonist’s place, his mind replaces her with you.
You have such…cute…hands. He can imagine how soft they probably are and how warm your fingers would feel wrapped around his dick. Shigaraki doesn’t even try to fight the temptation to open his pants and wrap his fingers around his length, keeping his little finger extended away from the rest. Pumping his hand up and down as his eyes half-close.
How would you feel, knowing that he was getting off thinking about you? You just met today. He’s sure you’d be disgusted or even creeped out. To have someone like him fucking his own hand in a dark little room, with an erotic light novel on the computer screen, thinking about bouncing you on his cock. Isn’t that vile?
There’s this sadistic desire to make you scream, make you yowl. Maybe it’s the fact that you were trying so hard to act professional. Maybe it’s out of jealousy because he’s becoming more and more convinced that you were trying to impress Giran. What would your boss think if he made a mess of you and sent you back to him that way?
His head tips back, eyes sliding closed as he focuses harder on imagining you there on his lap. Trying to picture your weight on top of him, the warm slickness of your pussy gliding along his length, the way you’d grip his shoulders and whimper. It’s sick, it’s twisted, but he even imagines tears dripping off your jaw and dotting his shirt.
When he finally climaxes, he glares up at the ceiling. Grimacing at the gooey mess on his hand and feeling this stupid new thought push its way into his mind. You really are pretty cute. Even though he has that twisted desire to ruin you, to make you cry and beg, there’s even more that he wants.
You look so soft. What would it be like if you just leaned your head against his shoulder and played with his hair between your fingers? What would it be like if you sat in his lap while he played a game? You’d play with him if he asked, wouldn’t you?
As Giran’s assistant, you have to try to keep his clients satisfied, don’t you? Wouldn’t want to let your boss down. The way you kept glancing to Giran for reassurance, Shigaraki’s convinced himself that there must be something between you. It’s disgusting and even viler than that is the fact that he can feel himself getting stiff again.
His thoughts circle back to that thought, though. You have to try to keep Giran’s clients satisfied. You don’t want him to change his mind about that contract, do you? No, you want to keep your boss happy so you’ll do whatever he asks in order to make sure he doesn’t cancel the contract.
What a good little assistant you are. What a loyal girl you are. Doing whatever has to be done so you can make your master happy. The thoughts running through his head makes his stomach turn, make his teeth clench, and he swears that he’s going to get you to come back to the bar soon.