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You don't want to be here.
As a thief, you are more of an opportunist. Going out and pulling a heist is out of your forte. You want to go home, but Shigaraki, the creepy fuck, told you that you had to earn their trust. Being able to put an infinite number of inanimate objects, doesn't matter the size, weight, or shape made you an the perfect thief. Their are millions sitting inside your void, all you need is a single person you can trust, it's the three requirements of your quirk.
You can't pull items out yourself, and you need a person you trust, and you can't up anything in your void that is alive. You pointed out to Shigaraki that they are supposed to be earning your trust. Very unlikely to happen since Shigaraki implied he'd find and kill your Mom if you stepped out of line or betrayed them. So, your both in a stalemate.
Spinner pointed out you're a walking fortune, and sending you on the dangerous mission was risking that fortune. Bless the green bastard, even though the way he talks about you makes you want to kill him.
It's Stain this, Stain that, 'Stain spared her to spread the word,' bullshit you've been hearing more lately. Not that Shigaraki listened. Tomura slithered up and bluntly told you that this was happening.
"Look. The best way to trust each other is to work together. We need money, now. And if we never trust each other, then feeding you and keeping you alive is a bad investment. We both don't want that."
You suspect he was attempting to smile to set you at ease. He always ended up putting your teeth on edge and made your skin crawl.
Spinner is the driver. Mr. Compress, Shigaraki, and you are going inside. You convinced Shigaraki that this would be a easy heist and safer than whatever insane thing he was prattling about. It had to be pointed out that not everything the League did needed a message behind it, which strangely enough, he seemed on board with. While some of the others bitched and moaned about messaging.
"You're right, we're the League, we destroy what we don't like and do what we want. I like it," He rasped. Shigaraki made quick work of the security by creating a door right through a sidewall. It was impressive and terrifying. Again he made your skin crawl. No wonder he was itchy all the time.
Once inside, Shig was a complete brat complaining that he didn't see any fancy shit to sell.
"I stole the list of private buyers from the museum. His guy has the warrior sphinx statue somewhere. It's small and worth a fortune. Trust me, this guy is loaded. Rich people like to keep their stuff hidden. Toga got blueprints of a similar layout of this house. I think there is a secret room on the second floor." You say, pointing up. Shig nods at you.
"Compress grab the frig and anything that looks valuable. Meet us upstairs. Alright, ex-hero, lead the way." He gestures for you to go first. You know he's going to use you as a shield if there is trouble, and you mentally sigh, if you 'could be with any other group of villains' you think.
You and Shig make your way upstairs. You find the fake wall very quickly, and Shigs crumbles it.
"Your quirk is made for this. You could easily be a master thief," you praise. He grunts at you like he doesn't care, but you saw the edges of a prideful smile around 'father.' Nothing like a little ego stroke to help you live another day.
The Statue is the centerpiece of the room filled with ornate drawers. In glass stands, diamond necklaces sparkled with a dim light source. Wishing that you looked more into this guy because this wasn't a typical collection. This could be trouble later on.
Shigaraki is being haphazard as he opens every drawer and tosses the most riches you've seen into a pile. Making it convenient for Mr. Compress's quirk. He grabs the sphinx and lobs it on top, like a cherry on a sparkly sundae. Diving for it and catching it in time, you land on the pile with a loud grunt. He gives you an indignant look and points to the pile.
"It needs to go there," He tells you, pointing to the pile, lecturing you like a greedy child, "Compress will haul it with his quirk. You are no good as a carrier if we can't get it out of your quirk. You're just here to show us what to get and where."
"I know, but this Statue is over six hundred years old. A ceramic painted with extinct pigments. Until advanced computers, the only way a person could see this color was by this Statue. We must be very careful with it."
He gives you a curt nod and a dismissive wave of the hand.
"You hold on to it until Compress gets here; keep it safe." You had to leave and stand in the hall. The sight of Shig potentially breaking something else precious would be too much for you. You may not have been a honest museum guard but you did respect the craft of the pieces. The man was like a glass knife, frail and sharp, you didn't want to push your luck. Bored, you try to see out the window. It's too dark, but you could have sworn you saw a shadow moving out there. Shigaraki stands next to you, finished with his chaos, scratching at his neck.
"What are you looking at?" he rasps.
"I saw a shadow move out there. It's dark, and the glass is too murky. But I swear I saw something."
Shigaraki touches the glass with five fingers. It makes a sharp cracking sound before it tinkles into dust. He leans out to get a good look when you both hear a noise behind you.
"FREEZE!" A man in a private security shirt with a gun shouted at you both. You don't think, you're hero instinct makes your body take action. Pushing Shigaraki out the window while quickly shoving the statue into your void. Maybe one day you will trust someone and can split it with your partners.
There's a loud bang, and a bullet whizzes by your ear, causing you to jerk and squeal in pain. Watching as Shigaraki bounces off the overhang and lands with a muffled thump below. He's on his feet staggering and cursing. He'll be ok, you think. It was better than being shot. You turn with your hands raised. Your ears are ringing, and you can't tell what he's shouting at you.
Suddenly he vanishes. Mr. Compress reaches out and uses his quirk on you. It felt beautiful, like a warm bath, you love his quirk. You don't know when you fell asleep but you always felt safe in Compresse's quirk.
Wrapped in something warm, you smell pepper, cedar, musk mixed with leather. Lifting your head slowly, you see your covered in Compress's yellow leather jacket. In a dark, dirty room, on a soiled mattress. Your ears ache, but you can hear Mr.Compress not too far off. You sigh in relief that you can still hear. Compress is shining a light in the frig while picking things out.
"I'm sorry, Shigaraki, but that's how frigs work. Without electricity, they rapidly lose the cold air. If you can't pick us up until the heat dies down, then we should eat it before it's spoils. No sense in letting it go to waste." He pulls out a container of cookie dough ice cream, and you get a little excited. The League had seen better times, and any food would be welcomed, "She's fine. Oh, she just woke up. Yes, of course. Do you still have the Statue?" He asks, handing you the container.
Immediately you open it and lick the lid with a satisfying moan. Your gut rumbles and begs for more. Cringing inside that Compress might have heard. You cant tell with the mask.
"Yeah, but it's in my void. I thought it would be better than leaving or dropping it," you answer meekly. Awkward silence at this news.
"What happened? Where are we? Where are they?" you ask Compress quietly. Compress raises his finger to quiet you and you shut up quickly. Going back to lick the lid clean.
"They loosed dogs on Shigaraki, so they lead them away with the car while you and I came here. It's a safeish house. I'm just explaining. Yes, of course. See you then." He hangs up, putting the phone in his vest pocket. Compress comes sits next to you, sighing, placing the flashlight up to shine on the ceiling.
Eyes are adjusting, you can see more in the dingy room. It's easy to see it's been abandoned for a long time. Compress hands you a spoon he pulls out of the air like magic while he opens the wine. You are starving and start shoveling ice cream as if it's mana from the gods. It's slightly melty and perfect.
"Slow down, dear, you'll get a headache. I wasn't able to grab glasses, but I found us a nice vintage." He pulls his mask off, tossing it in his hat and setting it aside to take a large swig. You can't help but stare. Even under his black hood, you can tell he's handsome and younger-looking than you thought.
"You're staring dear, it will be some time before we're picked up. Hero's are looking for us. We better make the best of it while we can." he gestures for some ice cream.
"I'm sorry," You hand over the ice cream, and he passes the wine. It is an interesting combination. "I was expecting different," you say nonchalantly, giving him a coy side look. You want to see his reaction.
"What were you expecting?" He asks with a smirk.
"Well, I've seen pictures of Oji Harima, the great-great-grandfather of Atsuhiro Sako. You're much cuter than I expected."
"Stop, you're going to give this old man a heart attack." He grabs his chest. He is wonderfully dramatic when you're alone. His eyes sparkle and dance with excitement as he talks to you. "I'm impressed and a little cautious. How did you know?"
"Peerless Thief, you, and I. We all have similar quirks. Studying his quirk helped me with my own. He was brilliant. The control he had, made me envious. I heard a rumor he had a relative and tried to find them when I was younger. But there weren't a lot of records of the family of villains. I saw your quirk, then put it all together, cuz I'm a genii."
"That's not all we have in common." He rolls up his sleeve and unlocks his left metal arm, sighing with relief. Pulling off his hood he rubs a hand through his brown hair. He has a modest cut, lovely soft brown eyes, and a cut jaw. Heat is rising to your cheeks and have to look away. He eats a couple more spoonfuls and passes it with a charming smile.
"Can I take off my legs? They get so damn heavy," you ask sweetly.
"Of course. Does yours ever itch?" Compress asks.
You nod, and you take off your pants. He quickly looks away, but you don't mind; you want him to look. Wearing modest tight boy shorts, there wasn't much to look at. You're used to people staring at the space your legs should be, but you're hoping he finds you cute instead of an oddity. Stain had cut you mid-calf making the caps put a constant strain on your thighs with the weight of your metal legs. Setting them aside you admire the skin tone on the metal prosthetics; flawless.
"It's strange when my toe aches since it's not there." He nods, understanding the phantom pains. The itch that is never phantom for them. Taking another swig, he starts to hand it back before he holds it out of your reach, teasing you as he brushes it against your fingertips forcing you to get closer with each snatch you try.
"How old are you?" He smirks. Smiling, you lean into him, getting close to his ear to give him a breathy whisper. Your hard nipple grazing his arm didn't go unnoticed.
"Really, you look younger." He passes the bottle. You hold out his jacket to him, and he shakes his head.
"No, dear. I'm not going to have you laying on one of Dabi's fuck beds without something in-between." You laugh at this.
"Old man, you make the word fuck sound so dirty. You're not that old." You say, giving him a wink.
"I'm still older than you, so I have to be a decent example, every now and then." He scoffs. He's staring at you, letting his eyes linger and drag over your curves. You look him in the eyes and smile.
"Is that why you saved me twice? To be a decent example? Shigaraki really wanted to kill me when we met. He seemed really disappointed when he introduced the four of us and you didn't tell him to go ahead and dust me."
"I saved you because you have the money, dear," he says coldly.
"Is that the only reason? I remember you saying, "Her quirk is similar to mine; infinite has a lot of potentials."
"I might have said something like that," he says coyly. His eyes fleeting and discreet when you give him a glimpse of your cleavage. The wine is quickly vanishing, and you feel great. Flush and warm all over. You lean in with your sweetest smile.
"Do I have a lot of potentials?" You are not discreet as you give him another flash of flesh. He stares at you for a long while with an awkward pause. Making you start to wonder if you pushed it too far. You want to seduce him, but maybe you are barking up the wrong tree. Grateful for all the times he's helped you. He's handsome, his quirk makes you wet, and he is a gentleman, you decided you wanted him.
"Let me show you a trick," he says. You're caught off guard and slow to respond. Not waiting for an answer, he removes his vest. He holds it up for you to see.
"See that dot in the middle?" You lean in close.
"No," You say.
"It's there. Take a closer look." You lean in closer, your nose a few inches from the fabric, and see nothing.
"Stop right there; ready, One, Two Three." The vest drops and lips are firmly pressed to yours. Whimper with desire and surprise, his arm snakes around you to pull you into his lap. His mouth firmly sealed around yours, his tongue demanding entrance as he licks your lower lip. You eagerly give in to his demands. His tongue is caressing yours, dancing and mixing your sweet flavors. He pulls away with a moan, your lips seeking to follow. You don't want to stop. 'I don't need to breathe,' you think.
"You are so small and light; did you get legs or just buy stilts? You're too damn pretty, be my hands, and I'll be your legs. If you want this, you'll have to earn it."
You smile. You get to touch all of him while stripping his clothes off. Your nimble fingers are making quick work of his buttons. Opening his shirt, you run your fingers over the groove of his pecks. He's watching you, smiling as you trail down to explore his six-pack. He's thin, cut, and it makes your mouth water. You run your palms back up, catching his shirt as you push it over his shoulders. Wrapping your arms around him, you help the shirt slide down, your nails sending tantalizing shivers up his spine.
"You're too good at this. A naughty tease," Compress says breathily in your ear. He leans in to kiss and lick your neck, trailing along with your pulse, making you gasp. He's sucking and marking you.
"You did say I have to earn it." you moan.
"Not that hard. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. Come here, take all of your clothes. I need to see that body flush as I ravish you, writhing for me." You do as he says. Your lids are heavy with lust as you slowly pull off your clothes. He pulled off his boots, and all that remained were his pants. Which he leans back on his arm to show you his bulge straining and leaking against his jeans. You lick your lips at him as you remove the last piece of clothes. His eyes drag over every curve and scar.
"Fucking perfect," He exhales.
"You have a dirty mouth when you are horny," you tease. You lean forward, unbuttoning his pants with your mouth and teeth. Losing his cock. His lovely thick girth springs free into your soft, waiting hands. You love how he slightly curves up. He gasps as you stroke his length up and down, watching pearly beads of pre-cum cascade down and over your fingers. You use your skilled hands. You slick his entire cock; you stick out your tongue to get a small taste of his tip. He stops you.
"I want to feel on the inside. I want to cum deep in you and feel how wet you get." His dirty words making you drool. Tossing his pants aside, on his knees and beckons you to wrap your arms around his neck. Taking a moment to admire very curve he's kept hidden from everyone but you. Lacing your fingers behind his neck, his arm bracing your back, he lifts your wet pussy to his cock. Rubbing his warm slick head Between your moist folds, threatening to enter any second. His muscular thighs are doing most of the work. He's pushing past to enter you when you stop him.
"Wait, what about a condom." You don't want him regretting this later. You want to do this more than once.
"How do you feel about kids?" He asks. You think he's joking, but he's dead serious. Throwing you entirely off guard. You don't want to give him the wrong answer, but the fact is there is no wrong answer. So, you tell him the truth.
"I love them. Always wanted to be a mommy. Pro-hero work made it hard to meet anyone or have time." He smiles and kisses you. He nuzzles your neck and whispers in your ear.
"Good, problem solved. Your mine. I want you. You know what I don't, and I know what you don't, together we complete each other. Shigaraki told me to take care of you. I have and always will. Our kids will be legendary thieves carrying on the legacy. Are you mine?" His words made your heart pound against your chest like a fluttering bird in a cage. You want him.
"Yes," You breathe. He aggressively pushes past your entrance and slides achingly into your slick walls. He feels like steel as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. He's holding and pumping up into you with delicious even rhythm. Your both groan in unison as you grind against him. He's watching your tits bounce.
Your nipples hardening and your lips red. A heat is spreading over your body as he thrusts into your core. He's so deep in you each thrust makes you gasp for air. His girth sliding along your silky walls hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. It's pure euphoria as you moan in unison. Bouncing up and down he watches your tits jiggle and dance for him. Helping to impale yourself on him and grinding while he pants nasty words to you.
"I'm going to ruin that slobbering pussy. I won't have to worry about some other man because you're going to be shaped to me. For me. MMMmmmmm, look at those prefect tits. I'm going to suck on them daily along with your clit."
A hot knot is quickly building in your center. His pace is picking up, and you greedily want his cum. The warmth in your gut tightening painfully until you scream his name. Pulsing and milking his hard cock as he grits his teeth. Pushing and gliding himself against your slick, tight, juicy walls. He follows you with a throaty growl. Looking into your eyes as he spasms and trembles. You clutch at him with your entire being, feeling his warmth spread in you. He presses you tight to him. His kiss is making you breathless and your eyes roll in the back of your head. Both of you collapse, sweating and gasping. You feel his hot seed leaking from you on his jacket. Looking you in the eyes, watching your reaction, as he plays with your twitching sex. Using his digits to push it back into you, pleased with himself.
"I love you," he whispers. It makes you shudder and tighten around his fingers.
"I love you." You say back.
He thumbs your clit, and you jerk, giggling at how lewd he is. He's fingering you, and you think this is backward. Seeing your curious look and he smiles wider.
"Just making sure I make our legacy." As he shoves his cum back in.
"Speaking of which, reach into my chest and think of the warrior sphinx." Wiping his fingers on the mattress first, he pushes your thighs closed, then does as he's told.
The void in your chest opens for him, he pulls out the statue, laughing in delight.
He kisses you, sets the statue aside, and goes back to his original task.