The Underground Agenda (BNHA Mafia AU)
Chap. 9 On Some Fuck Shit
(This is long as shit and y’all probably ain’t gone read it, BUT trigger warnings: drug mention, gun violence, rough sex, spanking)
Miku strolled into Dare to Endeavor Inc. in a pair of Enji’s favorite red bottom heels and a black slip dress. with a khaki boyfriend blazer over the ensemble to make it less obvious that this was a dick appointment.
She bypassed the front desk attendant with a friendly smile and a nod and headed for the elevator. In the silver reflection of the elevator doors she smoothed the dress over her curves and fluffed her platinum curls before stepping off on the top floor.
Miku knocked at the office door.
“Who is it?” Enji’s impatient baritone called out.
“Your lunch.” Miku shot back, playfully.
Several seconds passed before the door buzzed open.
Light streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows and poured over Enji who was huddled over some paperwork at his desk.
“So now you can come see me?” Enji scoffed, not even sparing Miku a glance as he marked off the papers. “What’s wrong? Already spend all of Hawks’ money?”
“I can’t just come by and check up on my big daddy?” Miku shot back strutting up to the huge desk to perch daintily on the edge. “I heard you were in a drive-by a few nights back.”
“Who told you that? Your new little boy toy?”
Miku fought the urge to roll her eyes. Her sugar daddy’s pride was clearly too hurt. He was not gonna make this easy on her.
“Come on, Daddy, you gonna hold that over my head forever?” She cooed. “If you had just stuck around, you would have known that I actually wanted you to join us. I just had to make sure Hawks could keep up with my stallion before I had you come in and embarrass the poor guy. Would have been a shame if you were blowing my back out and all he could do was watch.”
“As if I’d want to watch that half pint fuck you in the first place.” Enji snapped, throwing down his pen and glaring at her. “You know what I’ve always liked about you, Miku? It’s that I always thought you to be more mature than other people your age. You’re an old soul and you were raised well, but what you did the other night was blatantly disrespectful. Frankly, I have half a mind to cut you off after that little stunt.” He went back to scribbling on his papers.
Miku chuckled softly. “Of course you do, Daddy, and you would be justified,” she stood up from his desk with a flourish, “but even if you do, let me show you how sorry I am.”
She tossed the blazer on his head, knowing it would piss him off. Sure enough, Enji finally glared up at her just in time to watch the little black dress slide off her thick body to reveal the skimpy white lace lingerie hugging her curves. She latched a dog collar and leash around her neck before dropping on all fours before Enji.
Now she had his attention. He swiveled in his desk chair and watched the dark skinned minx crawl towards him until she was crouched by his leather loafers.
“Let me make it up to you master—pleeeaase.”
She slowly licked the toe of his shoe. Enji’s intense gaze locked on to Miku as she knelt between his legs.
“Let me show you how sorry I am.”
His dick jumped. He held her gaze as she unfastened his belt and then his pants. She pulled out his thick, veiny member, licking her lips. Before she could kiss the tip, Enji’s powerful hand gripped her chin, forcing her head upwards.
“I wanna see you choke on it, Lala.” He commanded. Then he sat back ready to let her work her magic.
“Look alert,” Mirko whispered, as the women navigated the back of the small house. “That car belongs to those shady guys that were at the club that night.”
Konan cut her eyes at the gleaming, blacked out Escalade as the women walked through the overgrown back yard and to the back door.
“If that car belongs to those guys, then where the hell is Spinner?”
Mirko started to knock on the door when suddenly it swung open revealing a tall man with grey hair pulled into a short ponytail.
He cracked a wide, creepy smile, ruby colored eyes flashing when they landed on Mirko.
“Ladies! How can I help you?” He asked, one hand on his hip.
Mirko’s shrewd gaze flicked to the gun tucked away in the back of his jeans.
“For starters, you can take your hand off your gun.” She deadpanned.
Shigaraki’s grin tightened. “You first, beautiful.”
Mirko let go of the hilt of her gun, and held up both hands.
Shigaraki did the same. Then he lowered his hands.
“To what do I owe the pleasure ladies?”
Konan stepped forward, wearing a cool smile. “We’re looking for Spinner. We’re friends of his.”
“Damn,” Shigaraki eyed the Latina queen pin, “I didn’t realize Spinner had friends in such high places, Ms. Senbasa. Come in.”
She felt Mirko touch her shoulder in a silent warning.
Konan’s smile stayed fixed in place.
“Don’t mind if we do.” She replied, stepping over the threshold and into a small dingy kitchen.
The house smelled like old food and the kitchen table was littered with unused cigarellos, half smoked blunts, and candy.
“Well, you know my name,” Konan said as they followed the man into the cramped living room. “Care to to tell me yours?”
Shigaraki sank down into the old, overstuffed couch and untucked an unlit blunt from behind his ear, lighting it up.
“Name’s Shigaraki.” He choked out. “Nice to officially meet the notorious madame herself,” he smirked. “Gotta say, big mama, I really admire your work. You’re like the female Hugh Hefner.”
Konan scoffed, crossing her arms.
“Cut the bullshit, kid. Where is Spinner, and why the fuck did you break into his house?”
“Break in? I prefer to think of it as house sitting. Besides I don’t know where he is.”
“That’s fine,” Konan sat down on the couch across from him while Mirko stood at her side, glaring down at Shigaraki. “Perfect, actually. Why don’t you and I get to know each other a little better?” She smiled, scanning the younger man. “I heard you’ve been lurking around my club and threatening my patrons.”
“You heard wrong, madame Senbasa.”
“Oh? Well then how ‘bout you explain why you had Spinner hemmed up by his collar while you tried to get him in the back of that Escalade out there? Since I got it wrong.”
Shigaraki exhaled the milky white smoke through his nose, and sat back.
“Spinner owed me some money. We were just having a friendly discussion about repayment.”
“Didn’t look very friendly.” Mirko replied, flatly.
“What did he owe you money for?” Konan asked.
“For my medicine, of course! Ya see, I provide a very special medicine to some very special clients, and Spinner is one of my...pharmacists, if you will. He moved all of my product, but I didn’t see all of my money, and I still haven’t.”
“So, you were dealing drugs outside of my club?” The woman quirked a brow.
“Of course not.” Shigaraki waved the half finished blizzy in the air as he talked. “I was just trying to frequent as a patron! But when I saw Spinner I got a little distracted.” He shrugged. “Besides, even if I was moving meds outside your club, you and I both know what you’re moving inside the club.”
He smiled, Konan scowled.
“Tell me Ms. Senbasa is your little work mule, Miku, worn out yet or is there still some tread left in that platinum pussy she’s sitting on—“
Mirko lunged at the man so fast, neither party even realized it until her gun was aimed right between the man’s eyes.
“Listen you smart mouthed son of a bitch-“
Konan stiffened, but remained stone faced as she felt the barrel of a gun press against the back of her head.
“No you listen, cunt,” a cold, raspy voice spoke up from behind them both.
Mirko turned to see a tatted, black haired man with eyes a cold as his voice glaring back at her. She clenched her teeth when she saw the gun pointed at Konan’s head.
“Either you get the fuck out of his face or you can wear your precious queen pin’s brain matter as foundation. Your choice.”
With a deathly glare, Mirko withdrew her gun and backed away from Shigaraki, never taking her eyes off this new stranger.
Meanwhile, Konan’s heated gaze remained fixed on Shigaraki’s smug face.
The gun fell away from the back of her head, and Konan stood up, turning to face the other man.
“Holding me at gunpoint before I even get to know your name?” She shook her head. “I guess chivalry really is dead.” She planted her hands on her hips. “Who are you?”
“The name’s Dabi, and I think this visit is over.” He replied, coolly.
Konan searched the younger man’s face for a long while. There was something familiar about him, and for a moment, she sensed a hint of discomfort in the young man. His glare softened and his blue eyes widened slightly.
After a few more minutes, Konan smiled.
“I think you’re right, Dabi,” she slid her dark sunglasses out of her hair and slipped them on. “Meeting adjourned.”
“That cocky fuck!” Mirko screeched as she steered the car on to the road. “Who the fuck do they think they are?! Talking to you like that! Talking about Miku like that?! If that tattooed fuck face hadn’t popped up, I was this close to blowing that assholes wig back.”
While Mirko ranted, Konan pulled out the black leather wallet she had snagged off of him and opened it. Mirko finally seemed to take notice of what she was doing and glanced over.
“Hmm? What the—“ realization lit up her face. “Don’t tell me! You mopped that dude’s wallet?!”
Konan smirked back at her with a wink. “Sure did.” She picked through the contents of the wallet, her magenta eyes landing on a piece of wrapped hard candy. “Let’s get to know our new acquaintances a bit better, shall we?”
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Miku’s eyes rolled back as Enji’s girthy member pounded into her plush sex relentlessly.
“Come on, Lala, show your daddy how sorry you are.” He grunted as warm pleasure washed over him. “Tell me.”
But Miku couldn’t even breath. Every powerful stroke of the man’s dick left her speechless. His large hand snatched her head back by the ivory curls.
“‘M s-sor...ry, big da-ddy.”
Enji smacked the woman’s round ass so hard it burned.
“Who do you belong to, Lala? Fucking say it.”
Miku’s entire body ached. Her pussy throbbed and her ass burned. Tears stung the corners of her eyes, and she begged for her sugar daddy to slow down, but Enji still didn’t relent. Not even a little bit.
Just then, a knock echoed at the door.
The knock continued as Miku screamed and gagged
Miku flinched as Enji’s grip on her hair tightened.
Several seconds went by and it almost seemed as if the stranger had left. Until the knocking started back full force.
“Son of a—“ Enji pulled out of Miku, and picked her up, sitting her on the floor beneath his desk gently.
Grumbling he headed towards his office door while fixing his pants. Miku’s gaze followed him.
“GOD DAMMIT,” Enji flung open the door, rugged face red with anger. “I SAID I WAS—Huh, Hawks?”
The name grabbed Miku’s attention automatically. She glanced up from her spot on the floor, peering around Enji’s large desk.
“Damn big guy, take it easy, you look like you’re about to blow a head gasket.” Hawks’ lackadaisical voice replied. Then he locked eyes with Miku. His smile faltered as he observed her disheveled appearance, but he wiped the jealous expression off his face quickly.
“Oh, was I interrupting something?”
“Aren’t you always?” Enji scowled. He stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him, and glared down at the man. “The hell do you want, Hawks?” Enji snapped, impatiently.
Hawks’ expression morphed from playful to stern. He fished a piece of wrapped candy out of his pocket and held it up.
“I need your scientists to look into something for me.”
“Candy?” Enji squinted in confusion.
“Not quite. I have good reason to believe this may be something more than just a sweet treat.”
Enji plucked the candy from Hawks’ fingers and turned it over in his own.
“And why the hell should I care?”
“Because, there’s money on the line. If my fighters don’t win it’s bad for business, if my business suffers your business suffers, and that means less money for both of us.” Hawks paused for a moment, letting the meaning of his words sink in. “What’s more, we have reason to believe Natsuo may be mixed up with this somehow.”
That got Enji’s attention.
“Didn’t you say something about a friend of his named Spinner? Word on the street is; he’s the one people are getting this ‘candy’ from. And he’s hanging out at Natsuo’s place more often right here lately.”
Enji re-focused on the candy.
“Alright. I’ll have my people look into it, and get back to you.”
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