In a world where use of quirks have become illegal, an ex pro-hero and an assassin cross paths.
What will she do when met with a moral dilemma?
Will she kill or be killed?
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Bakugou x Assassin Reader
▪️WARNINGS▪️
☠︎︎ Mature language
☠︎︎ Violen...
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| CHAPTER THREE | ***
"COME OUT HERE, INTRUDER!" Akuma yelled threateningly.
Your hand gripped the bedroom's door knob tightly. Any minute now.
As you expected, two liquid hands made their way through the small space underneath the bathroom door before hardening again, one grabbing at the air around the door pointlessly, as the other reached for the lock.
Perfect.
You quickly went in the bedroom, leaving the door ajar on purpose. You climbed on the big king sized bed, laying down seductively.
The sheets reeked of cigars and sweat, and the wall behind the bed was decorated with a giant moose head.
It didn't take him long to come in the bedroom and start yelling "there you are, bitch!".
You looked at him with half-lidded eyes "Master~. I was sent here to please you~" opening your legs slowly you continued "am I disappointing you, master~?" your eyes turned teary as you moved your arms forward, displaying your chest for the fat fuck.
His demeanor took a one-eighty as he smirked and rubbed his greasy hands together. "Oh darling, my stupid men failed to inform me that I'll have such a beautiful guest over. Forgive their rudeness".
You nodded and got on your knees as he climbed on the bed and inched closer to you. You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying your face over his shoulder. "Oh master, I'm so glad to be in your presence~". You reached for your hair and took one of the hairpins out. "How can I please you master~?".
You unsheathed the pin and poked his neck lightly. The bastard was so excited to get a good fuck, he didn't even realize it. The pins were laced with a strong poison with polonium as its main chemical. Smallest cut on the skin can kill an adult human in fifteen seconds. So, you started the countdown in your head.
15...14...13...
Two of his hands grabbed your waist and threw you back on the bed, and the other two started unbuckling his belt before unzipping his pants.
12...11...10...
"Where are the handcuffs?" he talked to himself as he patted around his bed, searching for them.
9...8...7...
"Aha! Found them!" he held the handcuffs up for you to see
6...5...4...
He struggled with pulling his pants down.
3...2...1...
You got on your knees once again and leaned into his face as it contorted, his hands suddenly clawing at his chest, desperately trying to breathe, but failing miserably.
You smirked at him, knowing his heart had failed already before getting closer and whispering "Now die, asshole".
"You... bitshhhhh" he breathed out his last breath.
Right then, a loud explosion sent the bedroom door flying, hitting him in the back, his big body shielding you from the impact as smoke covered the whole room.
You jumped up on the bed, both hair daggers in hands. You hated surprises. Specially when you didn't have your guns on you. "Nia, scan the room" you asked quietly, displeased with this turn of events.
A strong arm cut through the smoke sharply, dissipating it instantly. You were met with two ruby eyes complimenting the black mask covering the skin around them, traveling over your body slowly before landing on your e/c eyes.
"There wasn't supposed to be a prostitute here today. Who the hell are you?".
