Baby, I'm not the right one you

should wait on.

She's a freak, lil' bad hoe

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lemme grab my death note

Dabi doesn't know why she kept coming back to him. He didn't treat her well outside of the sex. And even that was something that people would debate about. It was like having a pet that you would beat but still came back for the pets. Tamed and trained but still willing to bite and bark.

She was waiting next to the heavy metal doors for him. Clearly all the people were walking past looking at the short girl. Her white hair annoyingly stuck out in the darkness. A shimmer on it from the street lamp above her. Just looking at the hair was a reminder of his childhood, making him want to scalp her.

But Dabi had issues and that same white hair is what made him enjoy degrading her and fucking her and breaking her down till all she needed was him. Just so that he could feel wanted and get the satisfaction of seeing her rejected eyes when he would deny her of anything.

And still she came back.

His way of greeting her wasn't by words this evening. He only ever called her Babe or Bunny anyways, having not known her name at all in these last two months. This evening he grabs her by the throat and brings her in for a kiss.

His fingers pressured at the tips of his grip rather than his palm. He wanted it rough but not cut off wind supply from her trachea rough. Not now at least. He heard her moan in the kiss making him reward her with a slip of his tongue. Granting himself his own taste of pleasure.

A few people passing by gave looks but nothing more. It was a rough area and the warehouse was known to have sketchy shit happenings in it. A heated kiss was nothing in this area at this time in the evening.

When he was done kissing her he didn't pull away. He used his grip on her throat to push her against the wall.

"I'm busy tonight Bunny." He deadpanned and glared down into her eyes.

Of course her eyes flickered from sadness to pleading. Her sad fuck me eyes were fsr more appealing then her puppy dog bitch eyes.

The glaze over her eyes told him that if he told her to get down on her knees and beg for his cock she would. In hopes that it would reward her entry into the warehouse with him. But again tonight he was busy.

Too fucking busy to even care.

He heads to the heavy metal door, "Don't touch or talk to anyone."

She obediently listens to his demand and her usual talkative self bites its tongue but she still continues to wave at the various villains. It also doesn't go unnoticed that she was extra flirty in her wave and bounced when she saw Twice. There was even a light brush of her fingertips along the man's lower back as they passed him.

His friend says something to the girl but he doesn't care enough to listen to the words that were spoken. He only thinks about how she both touched and talked to someone. Dabi'll have to address it after he has his business finished.

He sits at a desk in an old office. The computer was so outdated that it still used a box screen. There was an old erotic magazine that had crusted semen sticking the pages together. Throughout his time in the office had seen the crusted pages shifted, bookmarks and simply left open.

It was the community cum collection. Dabi thought it was fucking disgusting and he'd never admit to having used its content before realizing what it was. Before he realized that it was left in here for anyone to use.

He had a small locker key in his neck that he used to open up a cabinet. There wasn't anything in the drawer except his journal. Just looking at the cover of the journal got him excited.

"Bunny, Sit." He patted his lap and she obeyed him without question. He rewarded her with a kiss at her temple. She was getting spoiled.

He opened the journal that only had writing on the front page. His writing was legible and crisp. His father wouldn't have let him have it any other way when he was an adolescent.

There were a few new on the list. And he was equally pleased to be sitting here and crossing off another.

Of course Dabi's eyes always lingered at the name on the very top of the list.

Todoroki Enji

When he started the hit list he had thought about writing Endeavor but hesitated for only a moment and decided that this was personal. And thus wrote the damn of the fucking man he hated.

He felt arms begin to wrap around his neck and lips peck at his burnt skin. His irritation was only there for a moment.

He really needed to figure out who would be next on the list.

Her fingers skimmed up the nape of his neck.

His eyes were looking down the list. Only a few more names left. Most of the easier ones were crossed off.

A sharp tug with claws pulled at his black spikes making him hiss out a moan.

Looking down at the pale face he saw her with her lips between her teeth and eyes that we glazed over.

"Hungry for my attention?" He mused at her lustful face, "Tell me." He laces his fingers through her white hair before pulling it forcefully, "You a filthy whore for my cock?"

Dabi doesn't want her words. He knew just from his experience with her. He shoves her off his lap and onto the old office desk, pulling her leggings down to her ankles, and then his pants down just enough to release himself.

With her laying down on the table he strokes himself hard as his hand finds her throat. Imhe doesn't apply any pressure yet.

Her eyes were watching him with anticipation.

"Bun, You know I'm not good for you." He rubs the tip of his cock against her folds. He can't help his sadistic smile on his face as his words seem to excite her.

His hand tightens around her neck as he roughly thrusts his shift through her entrance. No time for adjustments or take backs.

Her eyes begin to water as his palm starts to push against her trachea and restrict her breathing. Her pussy walls tighten around him.

She was a filthy and fucking questionable woman.

"But I guess that's why you keep coming back." His breath was getting ragged as he was coming to his finish.

She wasn't near hers but he wasn't really in favor of finishing her today. She shouldn't have fucking touched or spoken to Twice when they entered the warehouse.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy and he let go of her throat as he braced himself for his climax. Milking his cock into her.

He watched her tear covered face, still trying to regain its complexion, and her breathing was whiny and needy.

Pulling up his pants he proceeded to lock the notebook away and leave her in the room wanting for me.