Quirk: Telekinesis
Desc: It's telekinesis what do you want me to say-you can paint like Bob Ross and fight at the same time? But you can stop moves, like a fireball.
the pun was intended-
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You still didn't know how you joined the League of Villians-it was a long crazy story about how a common quirk like yours could end up being useful for them. And you were tasked with the most important job ever to exist in their little group.
Being the bartender when Kurogiri was out.
It was the most worthless task you could ever receive, but the pay was exceptional. They even gave you a place to stay here, seeing as you were taken out on their missions sometimes to help out.
But how exactly did you end up here? You could've been an amazing hero that everyone looked up to, stopping crime that people committed. Unfortunately, things didn't go that way. Sure, you were strong, but you bled through your nose everytime you used your quirk to try and move someone's body part the wrong way. It happened whenever you did that, or started pushing yourself past your limit.
You could've had a happy life and a husband, settle down, and do little while your husband saved the world. But you had fallen for a guy with a hand fetish, and he always touched your thighs whenever you passed by.
Using your quirk to pour the new recruits some drinks, your uniform consisted of a black high waist miniskirt and a [f/c] flannel shirt with a dark [f/c] bowtie. Your upper body was covered, but your thighs weren't. Maybe that's why you always stayed behind the counter, cleaning everything like your neat-freak boss.
Setting the drinks in front of everyone, you paused when it came to a girl in a high school uniform. Sure, you were probably older than her, but younger than Shigaraki. "Um, is she allowed to drink champagne?" You made the glass of champagne hover over your hand, looking her up and down. "We're villians, [Y/N]. Just give her the d*mn drink."
Shrugging, you placed the drink in front of her, seeing as she looked like she was about to have an orgasm anyway.
Turning to Kurogiri, you smirked. "Bet the one with staples is gonna be the drunkest one of them all." Placing $20 on the table, Kurogiri placed $30. "Bold move. But I'm gonna win." Watching them all drink, to your surprise, only a few asked for another round, including the one you had bet on.
But you decided to play dirty.
Grabbing the bottle, you undid some of your buttons with your quirk, and poured the champagne in the male's cup, smiling sweetly. Shigaraki glared at you, and disintegrated the empty glass. "Do you want another drink, Shigaraki-kun?" Lifting up another glass filled with champagne, he grabbed it, drinking it right away.
"[Y/N], you aren't cheating, are you?" Looking greatly offended, you poured yourself a glass with your quirk, shaking your head disapprovingly. "Why would I ever cheat when money is involved? I can't believe you're accusing me of doing something so terrible! I'm just a bartender~!" Taking a sip of the champagne, you filled some more glasses with the beverage, and at this point, it was just Shigaraki and the purple skinned man asking for more.
"Um, this is the 9th time I've refilled. I'm not giving you guys more." Putting the champagne away, you savored the last of the liquid that you had poured yourself. "[Y/N]~ Please~ Just a little more.." Patting the male's head, you smiled. "If you can hit that target, I will do more than just poor you a drink~" Winking at him, he got up quickly, and you put a dart in his hand, being careful of poking his purple skin.
To your surprise, Shigaraki got up too, holding out his hand. Boy did he look upset. Shrugging, you gave him a dart, but held him back from throwing it at the male with burnt skin.
The man known as 'Dabi' threw the dart, and it hit the edge of the target. He stumbled over to you, holding his glass up. "No. You have competition-" Before you could finish, you felt lips smash against yours, and you held out your hand, gesturing for Kurogiri to give you the money. Feeling the money being put in your hand, you could've sworn he lifted you over the counter, deepening the kiss.
"Hey."
Pulling away from Dabi, you saw Shigaraki, pointing to the dart that was closer to the bull's-eye. Feeling him pry you off of Dabi, he pulled you towards who knows where, and you waved to everyone. "My funeral's on Tuesday! None of you are invited!"
You were pressed against the wall, hidden away from the others. Shigaraki had a look of lust in his eyes, and you smiled innocently at him. "Were you jealous, Shigaraki-kun? You could've told me you were, I would've considered how you felt." Feeling a bit cold, you covered your chest with your arms, hissing. "Don't make me break your fing-"
Once again, you felt his dry lips being pressed against your own. The only difference was that your lips were soft, and his needed chapstick. He easily forced his tongue into your mouth, exploring your wet cavern. You felt so submissive, being in only a bra and a miniskirt. He pressed his leg in-between your thighs, and you pressed him away, catching your breath.
"Should I show you what jealousy looks like?"
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Gotta love that Hand Fetishist
