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gojos-fr-bae · 8 months

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Silence

Pairing: Chisaki x reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, lots of swearing, Chisaki being a bully

It was 11 pm and Kai still hadn't come to bed, which confused you. He had this habit of getting lost in his work, and while it helped him work efficiently, it made him overwork himself a lot. In fact, before you, he would be stuck in his office for days, engrossed in his work.

Knowing this, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

"Kai!" you called, knocking on his office door...no response.

The door creaks as you push the door open and you see him. Buried in piles of paperwork and looking absolutely exhausted. He was still wearing his unnecessarily huge plague mask but had taken off his green and purple jacket.

The room was dimly lit and although he looked dashingly handsome, he also looked ready to drop right then and there. You made your way slowly to his desk and stood behind him and rested your hand on his shoulder. No reaction.

"Kai, I think you should com to bed, you've been working so hard and need to rest" you whispered softly

"NO" he replied coldly, catching you off guard.

"Come on sweetheart, you need to rest, it's not healthy to stay up this long working" you moved your hand up to his soft hair, running your fingers through it slowly.

He let out a soft sigh but didn't budge.

"I'm fine y/n, just go to bed, I'll be their in a few hours" he said, voice growing colder.

"No Kai, I'm not leaving unless you come with me"

" Y/n, I'm doing something important so just leave"

"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"If it could wait till tomorrow then would I be doing it right now? Gosh just use your common sense"

"Hey! There's no need to be rude"

"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be dude if you weren't so goddamn fucking annoying and would just let me do my work!" he stood up to look at you face to face, raging anger filling his eyes.

oh...

"Oh well I'm so sorry I actually care about your well being which you clearly don't!" you said, eyes beginning to sting.

"Fucking hell y/n, STOP BEING SO FUCKING STUPID AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'M TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL WITH MY LIFE AND INSTEAD OF BEING SUPPORTIVE YOU START GIVING ME THIS BULLSHIT! GET OUT!!"

Well heck. He's never shouted at you or called you such awful things. Stupid? Did he really think that? Is that what he has felt about you all along. Has he always seen you as useless?

You're thoughts were suffocating you and it was all becoming too much. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs and ran out of his office, slamming the door closed on your way out.

You could barely see ahead of yourself, tears obstructing your vision. Your lung ached from the sobs and cries you were trying (and failing) to hold in.

You rushing into you and Kai's room, closing the door and crashing onto the mattress. You stuffed a pillow onto your face and let your cries free. Your entire body shook from all the pain. And this would continue for another 30 minutes.

After you had calmed down, you went numb, your pain slowly turning into anger. Fine, If Chisaki wanted silence so bad, then that is exactly what he would get. With your revenge planned, you slept, prepared for war.

You woke up to the feeling of Chisaki's gloved hand wrapped around your waist, his body pressed against your back and his head tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck. The absence of his mask caused his breath to gently fan across your neck.

While all of this usually caused your heart to warm, but today it just annoyed you.

You slowly wiggled out of his grip and began preparing for the day. You made your way out of the closet (it's a walk in closet ofc) and stopped walking when your eyes landed on Kai. He was sitting up on the bed. He had already put on his casual mask.

He turned to look at you and his eyes creased slightly, meaning he was smiling at you.

"Morning angel" he said softly in his rough morning voice.

But you just scoffed and walked out.

Kai quirked his brow in confusion, staring at the door.

"Guess she didn't hear me" he said with a shrug, pushing himself off the bed and to his feet, making his way to the bathroom to get washed up.

You were in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and enjoying a plate of waffles and scrolling through your phone when Chisaki mad his way into the kitchen.

He lowered his plague mask to place a quick peck on your cheek, lifting it back up almost immediately.

"Moring" he mumbled

... no response.

This caused him to turn and face you, confusion evident on his features.

"Hellooo?"

Slience

"Angel? What's going on?

And to that all he received was a glare followed by you walking out of the room and leaving him his thoughts. His thought that began reminding him of you tow's dreadful encounter the previous day.

Kai's heart sank as he recalled your encounter. all the hateful word vomit he spewed to you yesterday, all in the name of peace.

The more he thought about it the more pain he felt. his chest constricted, his breathing speeding up. Never in his entire life had he felt like such a revolting peace of shit.

And then it hit him.

You...hate him.

I mean why wouldn't you? after all the pain he caused you you have every right to. But if you hate him, then that means... your going to leave him.

Panic encompassed his entire being as he rushed through the Hassaikai's base. He needs to find. He needs to stop you. He needs to apologise, needs to make you stay, because if you didn't he doesn't know if his heart could take it.

After wandering for a few minutes and found you in the garden, walking along the stone path as you admired the greenery.

Without and once of thought, Chisaki ran to you as fast as he could, engulfing you in his arms.

You were shocked to say the least, and were about to knock him off you before you noticed that he was shaking.

"Kai?" you whispered softly, draping your hands around his waist.

"I'm sorry" he croaked into your neck. " I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for Being rude to you and for...for calling you stupid" His voice cracked. He pulled back and you saw tears balancing on his water line.

"Please don't leave me"

His words shocked you, leave him?

"Why would I do that?"

"Because i deserve it for being a worthless shitty human being who made you cry and doesn't even deserve to live" he whimpered

"Hey, don't talk like that" you said in a hushed tone, feeling the tears slowly trickle down your face

"I know that you said some pretty rude and harsh things and even if we aren't okay now, if we communicate properly we can work our way though this"

"So...you f-forgive me?"

"No, not yet, but eventually i will"

"And you're n-not... not l-leaving?"

You pulled him into a hug and whispered against his ear,'

"Never"

A/N: Heyy~~~ Tis me🤭

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blurbios · 1 year

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Burdensome [Overhaul x Reader]

cw: self-doubt, loneliness, cursing, food mention

other: gn! reader, angst(?), dialogue heavy so you’ll have to scroll a bit (sorry)

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: you were growing tired of feeling so far away from your boyfriend who was just down the hallway.

The music from your headphones stopped abruptly, causing you to whip out your phone from your pocket, only to be greeted by the no battery sign flashing on your screen. You let out an annoyed sigh and turned around to make your way to your room to charge it. You thought it had to be late or at least getting late because your phone had been fully charged when you started pacing around the compound. You tried to peek into the office as you passed by, but there were two low ranking members of the coveted Shie Hassaikai stationed outside who obstructed your view. “The boss is working.” One dismissed you, his voice gruff.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime anyways?” The two snickered as you stomped past. You contemplated telling them off and whether or not you should tell Kai when you see him next, but you decided against both. You knew he had a lot on his plate and you didn’t want to add to it, more so than you felt you already did. The winding halls were quiet, your steps echoed as you neared your room. You couldn’t remember the last time you did anything with your boyfriend and you felt terrible. That alone caused a pit to form in your stomach. You plugged in your phone and plopped onto your desk chair, shaking your mouse to wake your desktop. 3:42am was displayed on the corner of the screen, it really was late and Kai was still working. You tried to find something to watch to keep you awake until he inevitably came to join you, but nothing interested you. You thought about playing a game, but as soon as you booted one up you no longer wanted to play.

You grabbed your phone and drafted out a text, “hey are you going to be done soon? it’s pretty late and i didn’t see you once today. i miss you, you know.” You furiously backspaced the message, like you always did, because you didn’t want to bother him. You slammed your phone down out of frustration and breathed in deeply to prevent any crying. It had been months since you moved in and you could count on your fingers how many times you’ve actually done anything with Kai outside of the four walls of your shared bedroom, if you could even consider it shared at this point. He was always busy and you understood that, but if he was so goddamn busy all the time why did you have to be so bored out of your mind all the time? You knew you could go out if you really wanted to, but you’d have to tell him first and he’d assign someone to keep you safe if he himself couldn’t. You knew it bothered him when you went out anyways, so you only went out when he’s the one who proposes it. But it wasn’t fair, you only moved in because he was incessant about it, saying how he wanted you close, practically begging. Sometimes when he was laying next to you it felt like he was miles away. You wanted to scream, the tears you tried to shrug off began to form in your eyes. You wanted to be able to help him, he told you in the past that you just being there helps him, but you knew it was bullshit. You placed your head in your hands and let it all out as your mind raced. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, he did care about you, but he had a goal he was set on before he met you. He did come to bed every night, or at least to your knowledge, he came to bed every night. Most times he just slipped in without waking you and slipped out in the same manner. He had only woken you up a few times and he apologized profusely in those instances. Your eyes started to sting and you could feel the tears drying on your cheeks. You mustered up all your energy to stand up and shuffle over to the en suite bathroom to wash your face.

The cold water was refreshing, but it made you jump a little. You brought both hands to your face and dragged your fingers from the inner corners to the outer corners of your eyes, out to your temples, and down your jaw. You stared at your reflection, you looked drained and you were, rightfully so. You crossed the threshold of your room and scanned the room, looking for something to keep you occupied. Your eyes landed on an old notebook you brought from home, you took it over to the desk and scrounged around for a pen. You figured if you couldn’t say all the things you thought to him, the least you could do was write it to get it out of your brain. Much like your failed text messages, you only wrote a few lines before scribbling them out and ripping out the page, just to crumple it. On your fifth attempt, you actually managed to write the whole thing out. The second you wrote your name at the bottom of the page, you slammed your notebook shut. Again, you checked the time, 4:57am. The sun was going to rise soon, if Kai hadn’t returned by now, he wouldn't. Part of you wanted to bring him a blanket in his office, but the other part of you was far too tired and didn’t feel like trekking back just to be greeted by those two idiots at his door. You tossed and turned for a long while before falling asleep. You woke up to a knock at the door, you sat up groggily to check if Kai was next to you, He wasn’t, causing your heart to sink a bit.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice belonged to Kurono. “You didn’t come for breakfast before, so I figured I’d bring you lunch.” He opened the door slowly, to make sure he didn’t startle you.

“What time is it? You scratched your head.

“Almost 2.” He extended the plate of food to you.

“Where’s Kai? Thanks by the way!” You smiled as you grabbed the plate from him.

“He has a meeting with some on the rise villain soon, so he’s preparing his general spiel, you know how he is.” Of course he was working, you nodded as you rose to walk and set the plate on the desk, pushing things aside to make room..

“Did you see him this morning?” You wanted to stop prodding, but the words left your mouth before you could think.

“Yes. Why is something wrong?”

“Forget I asked. Thanks again for the food.”

“Ah okay, and please refrain from walking around today. We don’t know this guy well and Kai wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” He walked out the door, making sure to shut it behind him. This whole thing was starting to get to you, so much so that your food tasted bland. Even though it was your favorite dish, something felt off. You thought about blowing up his phone again, but apparently it’s an important meeting and you wouldn’t want to ruin it, whatever it was. Confined to your room for the day, you just put on some dumb sitcom and laid in bed scrolling through your phone. You even scrolled through old chat logs between you and Kai, it reminded you how sweet this all felt. A familiar warmth grew in your chest, as you reminisced. You thought moving in would guarantee that you would wake up next to him every morning and that the two of you would tell each other everything, how naive of you. When you started dating the head of a yazuka organization, you didn’t expect much out of it, but you expected something. Hours passed as you wallowed in your room, until you heard a knock at the door again. “Dinner is served!” Kurono said way too cheerily as he walked in.

“Thanks.” You didn’t have the energy to match his demeanor.

“Sorry about you being cooped up in here today, I’m sure he’ll make it up to you.” He picked up your plate from lunch and swapped it with the dinner plate. You felt sick and much to his concern, you looked it too. “Are you feeling okay?”

Of course you weren’t, “Yeah, just a bit annoyed.” A bit. The whole situation was laughable, he couldn’t walk down the halls himself to check in on you, or share a meal. Instead he sends his lackey to feign interest in how you felt.

“Well if there’s anything I can do, just let me know.”

“You can leave.” You knew you shouldn’t take this out on him of all people, but you couldn’t keep the mask on anymore. Without another word, he up and left, leaving you alone once again. You just sat in bed, spacing out, not focussing on anything in particular. The show you had on had stopped playing, who knows how long ago,so the room was quiet. Sitting in bed became laying in bed and at some point you fell asleep, but that was short lived. Kai actually showed up, he was careful to not wake you, trying his best to be light on his feet. He looked over at your sleeping figure and smiled to himself, then gave the room a once over and noticed your dinner untouched. He shook his head, picked up the plate and brought it out of the room, when he came back in he saw that you were sitting upright.

“Kai! You’re back.” You exclaimed, half awake. You quite couldn’t tell if it was a dream or not, so you reached your arms out towards him.

“Listen, I’m sorry for waking you and about today. I know being in here alone all day wasn’t the best, but I had to make sure you would be safe.” You felt the bed dip down a bit as he sat beside you, holding your hands in his.

“Did you send Hari to check on me?”

“Yes. Why?” He tilted his head slightly, raising a brow.

You couldn’t stifle your laugh, “Are you serious?”

There was visible confusion on his face, “Are you suggesting that I shouldn’t have?”

“I’m suggesting that maybe you should have.” Your voice broke when you placed emphasis on ‘you’, causing you to look away from him. He was at a loss for words, you’d never talked to him like that before. You pressed your lips tightly together and shook your head slightly in disbelief when you saw him stop himself from speaking. “What am I to you, Kai?”

“What?”

“Just answer the question.” All the frustration you had felt was pouring out of you, making your words sting.

“Everything.” He locked eyes with you, but you turned away.

“You’re a terrible liar. We both know that isn’t true. If you’re saying it because it’s what you think I want to hear then it makes this even worse. Please, just tell me the truth.”

“Y/N, please. I’m too tired to argue.” He leaned his back against the headboard.

“I’m not trying to argue, I’m just trying to talk to my boyfriend.”

“We can talk tomorrow.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh, can we now? You sure you’re not gonna be busy again?” You could feel the anger building inside of you. He could feel that the energy in the room switched..

“I—“

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You cut him off and made your way to the door.

He mimicked your actions, “Where are you going?”

“For a walk, you know since I didn’t get to leave this fucking room today.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not because you’re too tired, remember?”

“But—“

“I won’t be long.” You exited the room, chest heavy, legs moving as if you had weights tied to your ankles. You walked to the end of the hall and back, counting your breaths to calm yourself and to prevent spiraling further. You stood a couple of feet before the doorway for a while, contemplating just walking out completely. You let out a deep sigh and stepped up to the doorway. The scene in front of you made you feel as though a ton of bricks had just been dropped on you. There he was standing over your desk, notebook in hand, a small tremor visible in his hands. “What are you–Kai, I, I’m sorry.” He looked so hurt, something you’ve never seen. He looked up at you and tried to collect his thoughts, but as his eyes met yours all he could see was the words he had just read.

Kai,

I don’t know how to say any of this or if I’ll ever even get the chance to say all this. I love you, I do, but it feels like our relationship is just an afterthought or rather I’m an afterthought. I understand that you’re busy with work, that’s why I’ve held on to this as long as I did. It’s also why I try to avoid bothering you. You have so much on your shoulders, I don’t want to be burdensome, but maybe having me move in was a bad idea. We rarely get to see one another and most of the time we spend together is sleeping. I want to be a good partner, I want to make you happy, but it’s hard to do when I’m too worried to even send you a text. I worry about you, you work way too much, and I worry that one day it’ll become so important that you forget about me entirely. These days it feels like you’re some kind of urban legend and everyone I run into around the compound has a story about seeing you, yet I always miss out on the sighting. I don’t expect you to drop everything for me, I don’t want you too, I know how important your work is to you and how important to everyone it will be if it all goes right, but I expect something. I’m not asking for a mile here Kai, just a goddamn inch. God forbid I want to spend time with you or go out in town like a normal person without having to jump through hoops to get permission. You say it’s to keep me safe, so you can have me close, but it hurts. I’m sorry.

-y/n

He returned the book to its former position and sat gently on the edge of the bed, eyes focused on the floor. The room was filled with a sad silence, until he finally broke it. “Is that really how you feel?” He bit the inside of his lip, so he wouldn’t cry in front of you.

“It probably came off too harsh, I–” You felt so guilty for upsetting him.

“Do I really make you feel like this?” He had a pained expression on his face, brows furrowed slightly.

“Yeah, maybe, sometimes, I don’t know.” You rubbed the back of your neck, you couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. He looked at you and saw the tears welling in your eyes, his expression dropped even more. You tried to blink them away, but your eyes began to overflow and you couldn’t stop it. “I’m sorry.” You repeated over and over, each time more and more defeated. You couldn’t stand anymore, your chest hurt too much. You dropped yourself on the bed next to him.

“I’m sorry.” He brought your head to his shoulder as an attempt to soothe you. The contact with him made it feel real, he was there next to you, trying to make you feel better. You’ve missed his touch so much that it took everything in you not to fold instantly.

“It’s fine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have written that.” You said between shaky breaths.

“You don’t deserve this. I’ll be better, y/n.” He placed his arm around your shoulders and began to trace patterns on your arm.

“So will I.” You sniffled, dragging your nose across the back in your hand.

“Huh? You have nothing to apologize for and nothing to be better at, you have done nothing wrong.” He placed emphasis on those last words, saying them slowly, making sure you heard them clearly. He got up to retrieve the tissue box from the nightstand. He handed you a tissue and used another to wipe your tears from your face, flashing you an apologetic smile.

“Thank you.” You blew your nose and tossed it in the bin.

“You know you can talk to me right?” He tilted your chin up so your eyes would meet his. His gaze was warm, no trace of annoyance on his face, just concern and genuine care.

“But you’re always doing something, I don’t want—”

“You could never be a burden to me. Knowing that you’re here puts me at ease, knowing that I can see you whenever I want warms my heart.” He held one of your hands in between both of his.

“Yeah, but I want to be able to see you whenever I want. It’s a two-way street, Kai. It isn’t fair that it’s always on your terms, and only on your terms.” You placed your free hand on top of his.

“I never thought of it like that, I didn’t realize my rules were such a hindrance.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before continuing, “I’m sorry, my dear, for these things I've made you feel, for the lack of time I've spent with you, all of it. I shouldn't have let someone so precious to me slip through the cracks. I’m going to be better, starting right now. Whatever you want to do tomorrow, we’ll do it.”

“Really?” You smiled for the first time in days. “Really, but you need to promise me something first.”

“What is it?”

“Promise me that you won’t stop yourself from reaching out to me anymore.”

“But what if you're busy?”

“I’ll let you know when it’s an important client, besides that you can come in whenever you want.”

“Then I promise.” You threw your arms around him and he returned your embrace, holding you tighter than he ever had before.

“Good.”

“But you’re gonna get sick of me quick.” You said as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

“You’re the one person I could never get sick of.” His words were sincere, he kept one hand on your back and brought the other up to cradle your head.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

a/n: this started out more lighthearted in my head, but as i wrote i got super emo, so i’m sorry y’all. also, fun fact! i got back into mha because i watched the overhaul arc and was suddenly down bad

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 23 days

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Friend or Foe ?

Overhaul, the powerful leader of the Shie Hassaikai, kidnaps Pro Hero Deku's girlfriend. Now his prisoner, you have no choice but to get to know him. But . . . is Overhaul so bad after all ?

Read on AO3 here

TW for kidnapping ; CW for SMUT so 18+ only please !!

Dating a pro hero had its perks.

You had a guaranteed protector from any type of harm, someone who had a good income, and you had a front row seat to many exclusive events. Dating the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya aka “Deku,” meant that your perks were bumped up tenfold. The spotlight was always on him, and if you were spotted on his arm, it meant it was aimed at you too. Although the attention could be constraining at times, you secretly relished in it and felt immense pride towards your boyfriend.

However, dating such a public figure had its drawbacks.

Like the current moment you found yourself in.

One moment you had been in your bed, exhausted from another day of work, and the next you found yourself groggy in an unfamiliar room. The floor was cold underneath your thin pajamas, and as you came to, you realized the lighting was dim. When your eyes finally came into focus, fear immediately struck you as you recognized the looming figure sitting in front of you.

Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul, the young head of the Shie Hassaikai.

You had recalled when Izuku had told you about his battle with him, how he had been successful in saving Eri but that Overhaul had disappeared without a trace. There had been rumors that he was still working as a yakuza, and a few heroes had reportedly run into him. Despite that, no one had made an effort to capture him, and he remained working as a villain behind the scenes.

Now, here you were, lying at his feet in what you could only assume was his hideout.

He was resting a gloved hand against his cheek, golden eyes seemingly bored as he glanced down at you.

“Well, look who came to. Welcome.”

His deep voice had an unamused lilt to it, although the plague mask he wore muffled it slightly. You glared at him, trying to sit up but feeling the room spin around you.

“You might want to be careful. I personally mixed the sedative we gave you to bring you here. You’ll be unsteady on your feet for a while.”

Glaring at him again, you ignored his warnings and rose to your feet unsteadily.

“Izuku is going to find you, and he will kill you this time.”

A chuckle rumbled from behind his mask, golden eyes squinting as he seemingly laughed. Shaking his head, he waved at someone behind you, instructing them to take you to your new room. A pair of strong arms grabbed onto your shoulders, pushing you towards a door and into a dim hallway. After a few turns down different corridors, you were shown your room. It was a simple one, with a queen sized four poster bed on the right and a large bookshelf directly across from it. A vanity sat beside the bookshelf, with a door beside it leading to what you assumed was the bathroom. You were surprised to see there was a window with sheer white curtains pulled shut, letting in some moonlight from outside. The lackey pushed you in, pointing at the bed.

“You are to stay here at all times. Meals will be brought to you. You will be supervised during baths, no arguments.”

Your stomach sank at that.

“Boss suggests you get some sleep. Like he said, the sedative he gave you is pretty strong.”

It seemed as if he could read your mind, as your body began to feel exhausted at that moment. You nodded, waiting until he shut and locked the door behind you before stumbling over to the bed. Collapsing onto it, you shut your eyes and dreamed of your boyfriend coming to rescue you.

***

The silver lining to being a kidnapping victim was the strict routine you kept.

You were awoken at eight AM sharp every morning, with a different member of the Shie Hassaikai coming to rouse you from sleep. The door next to your vanity turned out to not be the bathroom, but instead a closet. The bathroom was down the hall, and you were led there every morning to shower for the day. As mentioned they waited in the bathroom for you, timing your showers to ten minutes. They would watch as you stripped and stepped into the shower before turning around to give you some privacy.

When you returned to your room, a tray was always waiting for you. The first day, the tray had been placed on the vanity, and you had frowned and turned to the member responsible for you that day.

“I don’t even have the decency to have a dining table or something?”

The next day, when you returned from your shower, a small table had been added, with a comfortable armchair placed next to it. You ate in silence before handing the tray to the minion who always took it hastily and shuffled out. The remainder of the day was spent either reading, sleeping, or pacing the room. Lunch was delivered at noon sharp, and dinner at six o'clock promptly.

Overhaul never made an effort to come visit you. The rotating door of subordinates never mentioned him either, and you were beginning to question why he had kidnapped you in the first place.

After the first week, you knew that finding something to pass the time faster was needed, so you decided to look at the bookshelf. Each shelf was stuffed with books, and you were surprised to see a lot of titles that you had already read. You decided to start at the top shelf, pulling the very first book and working your way to the bottom. The first book was, ironically, Pride and Prejudice, a guilty pleasure that you often reread. You spent the day reading it, paying no heed to whoever was in charge that day as they delivered lunch and dinner.

The days bled together as you went through each book. You were a bit disappointed that there was nothing new for you to read, but the reading helped pass the time. One of the lackeys had pointed out your reading habit while walking you to the bathroom, and while you showered he struck up a conversation with you about what you were currently reading.

“Tess of the D’urbervilles,” you called out over the running water. “I’ve read it, like, ten times. It’s a favorite of mine, but pretty much everything in the bookshelf is.”

“Wait, you’ve read all those books?”

You turned your head and was relieved to see his back was to you as you showered.

“Yeah, reading is a big hobby of mine. I’m thankful for the books, but something new would be appreciated.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, letting you know you had three minutes left in the shower. The walk back to your room was silent, and he stated he would see you later to bring you your remaining meals. You picked up Tess of the D’urbervilles, picking right up where you left off.

When lunch arrived, you were kind of looking forward to whoever had been in charge of you that morning. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to you, and you felt lonely pretty much all the time. Right as noon struck, you heard the door unlocking and looked up, a fleeting feeling of happiness rising in your throat.

It turned to dread as Overhaul walked in.

The subordinate from earlier rushed in behind him, placing the tray of food on the table. You noticed he had a book tucked under his arm, and he placed it on the armchair before scuttling off. Overhaul stood by the door, gloved hands clasped behind his back as he studied you silently.

“Are you finding your living arrangement adequate?”

You crossed your arms, frowning at him.

“You mean do I like being trapped in a room and having my showers timed? Yes, of course, it’s so peachy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he slowly walked towards you. You scooted backwards on the mattress, trying to put as much distance as possible between you two.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. The opposite, actually.”

He stopped at the foot of your bed.

“I heard that you’ve read all of the books that I provided for you in the bookshelf. I must say, I’m rather impressed. You are a very well-read woman.”

“Er, thank you.”

Overhaul gestured to the book that had been left on your armchair.

“A gift, I suppose. I hope this isn’t a novel you have read already.”

You studied him before carefully sliding off the bed and walking over to grab it.

“Things Fall Apart?”

He nodded, cocking his head as he spoke to you.

“It’s a fantastic narrative about the effects of colonialism in Igboland. It really shows you how humans have the great talent of ruining many things.”

“You’re one to speak,” you muttered without thinking.

You froze, turning to slowly face him. He seemed unbothered, his golden eyes crinkling a bit as you realized he was smiling.

“Let me know what you think. I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He left then, leaving you alone. You ate first, savoring the food before grabbing Things Fall Apart and climbing into bed. Overhaul was right - it was a fantastic book and it was hard to put down. You ordered the dinner tray to be brought to you in bed so you could continue reading comfortably, and you stayed up late to try and finish it.

For the first time in a while, you were tired when you were awoken at eight. The henchman of the day noticed it and was particularly gruff with you as he led you to the bathroom. He sneered at you as you undressed, barking out the minutes left and ogling your naked body, much to your chagrin.

Overhaul returned at lunch, standing by the door again and waiting for his employee to leave. He looked at you with what appeared to be expectancy before speaking.

“So? What did you think?”

“You were right,” you admitted, although you didn't want to. “It was an amazing book. I stayed up late to finish it.”

You walked over to hand him the book. As you got closer, you were surprised to see that he towered over you. Angling your head up to peer at him, you took note of how his green jacket stretched slightly to fit his broad shoulders. He smelled . . . clean.

“Thank you. It wasn’t necessary, but I appreciate it.”

“Well, I asked if your living arrangement was adequate. It’s only fair that you keep your mind sharp.”

He took the book from you, his gloved hand brushing yours. Another book was produced from his jacket.

"This title is a bit older, but a great narrative as well.”

Middlemarch by George Eliot.

“The author of this is actually a woman. It was a series, but this is the whole collection.”

You thanked him, turning away shyly to look towards the tray.

“I shall leave you. Until tomorrow.”

He returned the next day with the same expectant look.

“It was a little boring,” you had admitted, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

Instead he had laughed, shaking his head as he held his hand out to take the book from you.

“Well, how about North and South? It’s a bit Jane Austen, but with the issue of class heavily focused on.”

A new routine was established, one that included Overhaul. He began delivering your meals alone, bringing a new book every morning with breakfast. If he was busy or pulled into meetings a note was sent with his subordinates, apologizing for his absence and offering a new book for you to read. While you ate, the two of you talked. He asked if you had ever wanted to be a pro-hero, and you told him you had no desire to, especially since you had a fairly uninteresting Quirk. He told you about Pops, the man who had raised him and who he greatly admired. You told him about your favorite things, and he told you about his. After a while, you found yourself finding him as a friend and not a villain.

It was also hard not to notice that he was attractive. He had grown comfortable enough with you to remove his mask, and you had been stunned silent at seeing his face. His eyes were ingrained in your mind, but seeing it combined with all of his features sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He had a sharp jawline with stubble never growing, a sharp nose, and slightly pouty lips. Whenever he took off his jacket, you admired his tall, lean form but took note there was evident muscle. The henchman who you had grown close to, who you came to learn was named Rappa, told you that he had fought Overhaul in an underground brawl, and he had been surprised by how fit the man was.

You were conflicted at the attraction that was beginning to develop. The friendship that was developing also led to an internal conflict, and you kept convincing yourself that the only reason you were getting along with him was to avoid being killed. Whenever you caught yourself thinking about him throughout the day, you told yourself you were developing Stockholm Syndrome. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that the theory had been debunked, but you kept convincing yourself that that’s what it was.

Time bled together, and it felt as if you had been kidnapped for a year. Overhaul continued to visit you, and eventually you were allowed to wander the hideout with a guard. Rappa often accompanied you, especially when you sat in the courtyard. Your window had a view to the small area, a small fountain surrounded by flower bushes that often got abundant sunshine. Sometimes you just sat there, shutting your eyes as you turned your head to the sun. Other times you brought a book, curling up by the fountain as you flipped through pages hastily. Rappa would engage you in conversation, and the two of you often exchanged laughs.

Overhaul must have developed a strong sense of trust in you, as one day while delivering lunch he asked if you would accompany him to an event. You cocked your head to the side, putting your utensils down to fully listen to him.

“It’s a social event. My presence has been requested, and I have an image to preserve.”

He hesitated before clearing his throat and resuming.

“Word has gotten around that you are in my clutches, and it is expected that you will come along with me.”

“O-oh.”

The room fell silent. You couldn’t look at him, eyes focused on the food.

“There will be guards with us at all times. No one will lay a finger on you.”

You didn’t respond. Overhaul got closer, pausing right before the table.

"I will not make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You slowly looked up. He had removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. His expression was sincere, features tinged with slight worry as he waited for you to say something, anything.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“I’ll go with you.”

The days leading up to the event were filled with preparations. A tailor was sent to collect your measurements, promising to bring the gown in the next few days for you to try on. Rappa went over security measures with you, teaching you codewords for various situations that could arise. Overhaul popped in when he could, checking on you to make sure you were still comfortable with going before departing for the day.

You were given details about the event. It was a private event, invite only for the most sought after villains. When you asked what type of event it was, Overhaul paused and said it was an auction.

“There may be some . . . things that might disturb you. You will be safe as long as you do what I say.”

The day of the auction you were allowed to sleep in. Breakfast was left for you, a note beside it stating you would be summoned to get ready later that day. You ate slowly, thumbing through the most recent novel that Overhaul had left you. Rappa came to collect your tray, waiting for you to finish and sparking light conversation. Once you were done he gently took the tray, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“Overhaul will come and collect you in the afternoon. He will oversee you as you get ready for tonight.”

You felt nervous for the first time. Rappa smiled, taking note and gently placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to protect you.”

He laughed, turning to walk out of your room.

“Besides, Overhaul will kill me if anything happens to you. You’re too precious to him now.”

The door shut, leaving you sitting there with your mouth agape.

Precious?

***

While reading, you fell asleep. You woke up to someone softly shaking your shoulders.

“Are you alright?”

Dazed you sat up, the figure in front of you coming into focus. Overhaul was inches away from your face, mask on as his golden eyes peered down at you with concern in them. The close proximity had you blushing, and you pulled away slightly.

“Er, yeah. I’m okay, sorry for falling asleep.”

He pulled away, a slight frown on his face.

“No need to apologize. Come, we must get you ready.”

You were surprised that he offered out his hand. He always wore gloves, and right now was no exception. Hesitating, you took it, letting him pull you out of bed and leading you out the door. You were used to the walk to your bathroom, taking a sharp turn to the right but he kept walking forward.

“Um, where are we going?” you asked.

“My personal quarters.”

Heat flared throughout you. Was this . . . appropriate? Couldn’t he have sent someone to your room instead? A flurry of questions flooded your mind, keeping you distracted as he led you the rest of the way. Two men stood guard outside his door, greeting him with nods as they let you both pass. His room was neat, with white walls and plush, white carpet. A large king-sized bed was to the right, covered in a fluffy, white comforter and various comfy looking pillows. Two matching nightstands were on either side, adorned with lamps. Two large windows were on the opposite wall, letting in abundant sunshine. A desk sat in front of the windows, with documents and office supplies placed neatly on its surface. To the left, a dresser and bookshelf sat on either side of a door, which was where Overhaul was leading you.

The door opened to a luxurious bathroom. There was both a clawfoot tub and a large shower with a rain showerhead. You felt your chest tighten as he closed the door, locking it before clearing his throat.

“Since we will be in close proximity all night, I will directly oversee your hygiene. Please strip and get into the tub.”

He busied himself then with turning on the tub water, opening a cabinet and rummaging for bath soap. You watched his back, biting your lip as you realized you had two choices: strip, or be killed. With shaking hands, you pulled your shirt off before sliding off your sweats. Overhaul turned around, mouth open to ask you a question but snapping it shut upon seeing you in your undergarments. He swallowed slowly, trying to keep his eyes on yours but failing.

“Go on. The water won’t be hot for long.”

You took note of the slight quiver in his voice. Sucking in a breath to steady yourself, you unclipped your bra and slid your panties down your legs. You slowly approached the tub, waiting until you saw the bubbles forming and looking at Overhaul for approval. He merely nodded, and you gently stepped in.

The water was hot. You stifled a painful groan, slowly sitting down and trying to keep your body relaxed. Overhaul pulled a stool, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it neatly on a towel rack. He pulled his gloves off, draping them over the jacket before settling next to you.

“I’ll be gentle.”

You didn’t respond, keeping your eyes low. His hands threaded through your hair, gently loosening some knots before pulling it into a neat bun. Your breath got caught in your throat at the gesture. His hand dipped into the water, swirling the bubbles around. A bath sponge was produced out of the water, and he gathered bubbles on it before placing it on your shoulder. He inhaled a shaky breath, letting it glide across your collarbone before brushing against your chest. The material tickled you, and you bit your lip to hide any sounds. The sponge dipped towards your navel before rising again and passing your chest again. You were aroused, and you were ashamed of the fact. He gently pushed you forward, washing your back before dipping the sponge back in the water.

“Lower into the water.”

You slowly slid down, letting the bubbles get washed off. He washed the area again, lingering on your chest before resuming the same path as before. After rinsing, he instructed you to stand. You stood on shaky legs, flitting your eyes over to him quickly before looking straight ahead.

The sponge started at your navel, brushing across your hips before circling around to your lower back. You shuddered, biting harder on your lip as he returned to the front. He paused. You were about to turn your head to peer at him but he kept on, rubbing the sponge on your core.

“You . . . you need to be clean. Everywhere.”

You nodded frantically, trying hard not to press your thighs together. He kept on for a few more seconds before moving down your legs, circling around and washing your ass.

“Water.”

His voice was a whisper now. You sat back down, sinking a little lower to be safe.

“Up, angel.”

Angel.

Your head was spinning, and you blamed the hot water. He lingered on your hips, his free hand gently squeezing one before retracting. He brushed against your core, his wrist pressing against it before moving down your legs. You sank into the water when he asked, lifting your feet up so he could wash them quickly before asking you to stand. He handed you a towel, asking you to dry off while he cleaned the tub.

You waited by the door, trembling slightly as you watched him scrub furiously. The back of his neck was red, and you convinced yourself it was the heat.

Yeah. Just the heat.

***

The image in the mirror kept surprising you.

The hairdresser had left you with your natural hair, blow drying it to give volume at the top. The makeup was smoky, paired with an innocent pink lipstick. The dress that had been chosen was . . . sultry. It was a spaghetti strap, cut with a V to accentuate your cleavage. Expensive lingerie had been picked out, with a lace pushup making your boobs the center of attention. It cinched at the waist, a high slit ending at the top of your thighs. Black garters finished the look, peeking out through the slit.

Overhaul’s eyes went wide upon seeing you. Rappa grinned, showering you with compliments as he took his position beside you. The both of them were dressed in tuxedos, their hair neatly styled. Rappa had tamed his long hair, and it hung neatly to his shoulders. Overhaul’s hair, despite being short, had been slicked back slightly.

“You look fantastic,” he murmured.

The three of you rode in a private car with heavily tinted windows. Overhaul sat in the front while Rappa rode in the back with you. The ride was quiet; the only sound was the music playing softly in the background. Through the dark tint, you noticed you were driving away from the city and towards the warehouse district. You watched as the roads began to disappear, the car pulling off into what had once been some sort of shipping dock. The driver kept on before coming to a stop at a lone warehouse in the back.

“Rappa, you know the drill.”

He nodded, sliding out of the backseat and jogging around to open your door. He extended a hand out, grinning as he helped you out. Overhaul was waiting in front of his car, offering his arm politely to you. Rappa took his place behind the both of you, silent as he followed you inside.

The warehouse seemed inconspicuous at first, but as you entered you could faintly hear noise in the distance. The sound of your heels clacking echoed in the large expanse, your breaths coming out louder than usual. At the far end, a large stack of shipping containers were stacked around a door, where two men stood. Upon seeing Overhaul approach they nodded, opening the door and bowing.

The inside was far from what you expected black market events to be.

The hallway was lined with lanterns, glowing with a soft, orange light. The floor beneath you had lavish carpet, a deep violet color and soft under your feet. The three of you continued on towards a set of brick stairs, descending down towards jazz music. At the bottom of the stairs, a large room opened up, covered in round tables with dark tablecloths and jars filled with candles. People hung about, a few wearing masquerade masks to conceal their identity. Your heart dropped as you realized a few Pro Heroes, openly chatting with what you could only assume were villains.

Overhaul nudged you forward towards the bar. The bartender grinned, leaning against the counter as he took in your appearance.

“Well, well,” he beamed. “I never thought I would see the day you had a lovely woman on your arm, Overhaul.”

“Do you not recognize her?”

The bartender leaned in, studying your face before his eyes widened a fraction.

“No shit. That’s Deku’s little girlfriend!”

He leaned back, whistling.

“How did you bag her?”

“I kidnapped her.”

You bristled at the reminder. Right. You were here against your will.

Right?

“We have wares to view. We shall chat later.”

Just like before, Overhaul nudged you towards another set of stairs in the back. This hallway was lined with open doors, each one showcasing a wide variety of “goods”. You saw rooms upon rooms of weapons, drugs, and, to your absolute horror, people. Overhaul noticed your distress and grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers before giving it a quick squeeze.

“Eyes forward,” he murmured.

The three of you went on towards the final set of doors, where Overhaul stopped in front of the only closed one. He knocked three times before entering. The League of Villains was waiting inside, heads snapping up and grinning upon seeing who was there.

“Well, well, well,” Shigaraki grinned. “We have business to discuss.”

***

Rappa had steered you away as Overhaul stayed behind to discuss business. You went back downstairs, sitting at a table while he hovered, eyes sweeping around you. Thankfully, after seeing who you had arrived with, no one dared to approach you. After about twenty minutes you were nervous, eyes flickering back to the staircase looking for Overhaul.

“Were you abandoned, little one?”

Rappa narrowed his eyes as a man came up to you. He was unfamiliar to you, but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. Swaying unsteadily on his feet he leaned in, leering at you as he licked his lips.

“You’re very pretty. I can show you a fun time, much more than that bird beak guy.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but he grabbed your hand. Rappa stepped in, trying to pull the guy off of you but failing. You wailed, the guy’s skin melding to yours as you realized he had some sort of attachment Quirk.

“Well, would ya look at that?” he slurred. “I guess you’re mine now.”

“You guessed wrong.”

The man was grabbed, Overhaul’s eyes alight with anger as he used his Quirk to disintegrate the drunkard. Your eyes went wide as his arm began to disappear, getting close to where you were connected before suddenly stopping. The pain in your hand dissipated, and you realized he was using his Quirk to reverse the pain.

“Are you alright?”

He gently pulled you to him, cupping your face as he gently brought your hand up. You were shaking slightly, nodding as he examined your skin.

“Thankfully he didn’t do any severe damage. Come, let us go. I’ve done what I needed to already.”

Overhaul let go of your face, and you realized suddenly that his hands were still bare from using his Quirk. He slid one hand down, settling on the small of your back. Heat flashed through you at the intimate gesture, and you found yourself leaning into him. The walk back to the car was, thankfully, without issue, and you were headed back in no time.

“Shall I escort her back to her room?”

Rappa had opened your door, raising an eyebrow at Overhaul who shook his head.

“No, I want to check on her hand again. You’re dismissed for the night. Thank you, Rappa.”

His hand resettled on the small of your back. When he opened the door to your room, you turned to look up at him.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “I was just trying to protect you.”

It was silent for a moment while his eyes flickered down your figure.

“That dress looks, ah, complicated. Shall I help you out of it?”

Before you could think it through, you nodded. He stepped in, quietly closing the door behind him and locking it. You took note of that, arousal coursing through you as you walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it so you could remove your heels. Sighing, you rubbed your feet. Overhaul came to kneel in front of you, gently taking your feet and massaging them. You sighed in content this time, tipping your head back as you relished in the feeling.

Even though you had simply been by his side all night, there had been tension between the both of you. You blamed the bath with him earlier, but you had caught him glancing at you throughout the night. Even now, as he rubbed your feet, he was sneakily staring at your chest, eyeing the way your chest rose and fell.

“Let me unzip your dress.”

He sat beside you, gently sweeping your hair aside and grasping the zipper. It slowly slid down, his fingers lingering on your skin. You shivered, closing your eyes as you felt arousal forming deep within you. The dress fell from your shoulders, slowly falling before pooling in your lap. You heard Overhaul inhale at the sight of the lingerie underneath.

“Overhaul,” you whimpered.

His lips were quickly on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before sliding across your shoulder blades.

“Kai,” he whispered. “Call me Kai.”

You turned around, studying his face before kissing him. One hand cupped your face, the other grabbing your hair and gently tugging on it. You raised your hands to hold him but hesitated, knowing about his aversion to touch. Kai sensed your hesitation and pulled back, grabbing onto one of your hands and placing it on his crotch.

“Touch me,” he commanded.

You squeezed his bulge, releasing a low groan from him. Your hands moved up, pulling at this shirt to untuck it before unbuttoning it quickly and throwing it onto the floor. His eyes never left yours as you worked on his belt before slowly pulling his zipper down. There was a pause as you stared at each other, a silent way of asking for consent before continuing.

Kai stood to remove his pants, leaving him in his underwear. His erection was straining against it, causing more arousal to pulse within you. He gently pushed you back onto the mattress, and you crawled further back to settle on your pillows. The mattress dipped as he knelt on the edge, slowly making his way towards you. You felt fire burning your skin where his eyes landed, memorizing every dip and curve of your body and committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. His hands grabbed yours, placing them beside your head as he interlaced your fingers. His bulge kept rubbing against you, creating delicious friction that just wasn’t enough. Your hips jerked up, seeking more but Kai simply chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“So impatient, hm?”

One of his hands let go to reach into his waistband and slowly pull his underwear down. His cock sprang out, thick with a neat trim at its base. Kai reached down to pump himself, and your stomach clenched when you saw he could barely wrap his own hand around it.

“Are you ready, angel?”

You nodded furiously, looking deep into his eyes as you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down to kiss him. You felt his cock head pushing against you, and you lifted your hips to help him slip inside. The initial stretch burned a little, and you tried to relax to help him ease inside.

“Relax,” he breathed, pressing a wet kiss to your temple.

You sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly felt your body relax. Kai groaned as he pushed further inside until he bottomed out and was pressed flush against you. He froze, panting above you as he allowed you to adjust to his thickness. When you were ready, you jerked your hips up.

Kai started off slow, pulling his hips back until just his tip was in before slamming into you. You gasped, squeezing his hands at the feeling as he repeated the motion. Goosebumps rose on your skin, with a shiver running down your spine at the feel of him stretching you out slowly. After a few thrusts, he began to pick up speed. His thrusts began to get rougher, and you felt your bottom beginning to get sore from the sheer impact of his hips.

But you didn’t care. Your mind was spinning at how good he was fucking you, and you wondered where he had been your whole life. You wrapped your legs around him, trying to put your feet up as high as you could. The changed angle had him hitting you even deeper, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that you let out.

“Kai,” you panted. “Don’t stop.”

Your words spurred him up, and his thrusts were so fast your body couldn’t keep up. You felt your insides clench as your orgasm began to form, and Kai sensed it because he fucked you even faster.

“You’re mine,” he growled. “I’m going to fill you up and no one else will be able to do so. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, words failing you as the knot in you snapped and you came hard with a yell of his name. Kai kept on, riding you through your orgasm until you felt him spasming inside of you, followed by a surge of warmth. He shivered, nuzzling against your neck as he tried to relax his breathing. When he pulled back, his eyes were full of affection as he stared at your blissed out face.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’m all yours, Kai.”

***

The silence of the base was broken by the sound of a loud crash. A flurry of underlings ran towards the sound, Rappa among them to report back to Overhaul. He was quickly notified that the sound of the crash was the Pro Hero Deku, who had come to retrieve his long-missing girlfriend. The Shie Hassaikai leader was calm, dictating orders to his men and waiting patiently in his meeting room.

It didn’t take long before the young man had fought through the throngs of men, stepping into the room with a menacing glint in his eyes. Overhaul sat on the couch, arms spread lazily along the back of it. One leg was crossed, ankle neatly pressed against his knee.

“Well, it took you long enough.”

The resolve in Deku quickly crumbled upon noticing you. A slow grin tugged at Overhaul behind his mask, his hand coming up to rest gently on your head. You were sat on your knees at his feet, leaning into his touch and angling your head to smile up at him.

“But it took you too long. She’s all mine now.”

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part 5 - kind eyes

Kai Chisaki wasn’t the type of person who got nervous easily, however, he couldn’t help but let a multitude of thoughts run through his mind. “What if this is a setup and my parents orchestrated the whole thing?” “What if they’re not as reliable as they seem and leak all of my information?” “What if they have me meet someone absolutely horrible?” On the outside, his cold demeanor adorned his features but the thoughts racing through his mind were anything but calm. It wasn’t until he smelled the intoxicatingly strong scent of violets that he was pulled from his worries. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Chisaki, I assure you Blue Summer Services will take care of you in an efficient manner.” The woman approaching him spoke. She had long purple hair and walked with imperishable confidence, even when faced with the young CEO that so many seemed to immediately fear upon introduction.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Apologies for the mask, I’m a bit of a germaphobe. I assume you’re Nemuri Kayama the handler in charge of my account?” The young CEO questioned as the woman sat in front of him. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she could tell that he was a bit apprehensive about the situation. “Well yes, I’m the owner of Blue Summer, however, I’ve chosen to handle your match’s account, and by extension yours as I’ve taken a special interest in the young lady.” She had a smirk on her face as she spoke, and frankly, Kai couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing. “What’s so interesting about her?” He couldn’t help but wonder what made you so important that you had the owner involved in the match-making process. “She’s a special one of course. However, I asked you here half an hour before your meeting with her because although our system matched you together she recently had a public scandal that might deter you from wanting to be tied to her. Although I believe you both would make a fabulous pairing we value our client’s comfort. So if you choose not to proceed with the match we can find other matches for you both.” This was the first time Nemuri felt anxious, of course, she didn’t show it.

Kai sighed, he really wanted this to work out, it was the only way he could comply with his parents’ demands and still have a choice of his own, he couldn’t let it drag on. He didn’t have time to wait around for another match. “Well, how bad was the scandal?” He figures if it was nothing that would compromise his morals he could overlook it, after all, you were the top choice for him according to Blue Summer’s system. “She was publicly cut off by her parents and blacklisted by them. Of course, not all the Keiretsu families agreed to this but enough did for it to be an issue we had to inform you of.” Nemuri examined Kai’s eyes and their expressions for any clue as to what his choice would be, unfortunately for her, he was as good as her when it came to masking his thoughts and emotions. On the other hand, the young CEO was racking his brain trying to think back to the chat he and his friends had regarding the heiress who was cut off by her family, trying to remember if maybe he knew you. Sadly he couldn’t remember what family the heiress was from.

“What family does she belong to?” “The Yaoyorozu clan.” Nemuri instantly answered. “Branch?” “Main branch.” Kai hummed. On paper, you’d be the perfect partner to calm his parents’ nerves as well as the public concerns surrounding his bachelor image, but your family might be an issue. While the Chisaki clan prioritized their culture and traditional values the Yaoyorozu clan prioritized etiquette. He would have to teach old Japanese traditions to help you impress his family, but this could work. “Anything else I should be aware of when it comes to her?” He pondered, he was set on you. Perhaps your reputation might be something his parents could take issue with, but they didn’t care enough about the other Keiretsu families to turn it into a problem, in fact being romantically tied to a Chisaki might be enough to overturn your blacklisting. This could be mutually beneficial in more than one way, and Kai was ever a charitable man.

“No. As I said, she’s the perfect match for you, I think you’ll get a kick out of her personality. Since she was raised in the Keiretsu high society she’ll know how to behave so as to not embarrass you if that’s a concern you hold.” The purple-haired woman clearly wanted this pairing to work out, the young heir couldn’t decipher why but he sensed she held no malevolent intentions so he decided to trust her judgment. “Then let’s proceed with the match for now.” He checked his watch as he spoke. “She should be here in about five minutes anyway.” Nemuri couldn’t help but smile at the young heir’s decision. “I’ll be in my office then. The cafe has been booked for just you two for the next two hours, I figured you’d value the privacy and our staff is discreet. You have nothing to worry about here Mr. Chisaki, both you and Miss Yaoyorozu are in good hands with Blue Summer.” The woman spoke as she got up and began to walk away. Strangely enough, her considerate words were enough to calm Kai’s nerves.

Sure enough exactly five minutes later you walked in, right on time, he liked that. He quickly removed his black face mask in an attempt to make you feel more comfortable around him. He decided to act as if he were reading a random magazine that was placed at the table he chose for the two of you. Kai figured you might get nervous if he looked at you the entire time as you walked in. Within seconds he was greeted by a soft strawberry scent, he didn’t usually enjoy fruity or sweet scents, but he found yours to be quite pleasing and not too overbearing. “Hi, I’m (name)! A pleasure to meet you.” You greeted. He observed you and how your eyes almost completely closed when you smiled his way. You wore a light purple plaid, tweed mini skirt, crop blazer set, a cream blouse, and gold jewelry. You looked presentable and it was obvious how much care you put into your appearance. He couldn’t help but think that Nemuri was right in her judgment that you would be the perfect crown jewel for this image. “oh.” you let out before nervously sitting down, your reaction making him realize that he failed in greeting you.

“Apologies, I got a bit distracted. I’m Kai Chisaki. Delighted to meet you Miss Yaoyorozu.” his voice was deep and smooth just like the black silk dress shirt he wore. Silver rings adorned his fingers, matching the diamond and silver earrings he wore, the piercings being a clear indicator of his young age. Despite the responsibilities thrust upon him he was only twenty-one, still a kid, just like you. “You can call me (name). The briefing I received said you were looking for someone to act as your girlfriend right? You should speak to me comfortably if we really want to sell this.” You suggested, a soft smile still adorning your lips. “Sure thing, in that case, you can just call me Kai.” He wasn’t sure if he should smile back. His friends were always smiling but he never felt the need to match their energy, and yet he wanted to prioritize your comfort as he realized how strange this situation was for a young woman, and so Kai Chisaki, the infamously cold CEO, attempted a smile. You let out a soft laugh, it was evident to you that he wasn’t used to acting this way. A mischievous glint made a home in your eyes at the realization of how eager to please you he was. “Sure thing, Kai it is then!” You couldn’t help but notice how stunning he was, he had a sharp jawline and striking golden eyes. You made a mental note to thank Geten and Mirio for making you add the handsome component for the characteristics you were looking for in a match because Kai Chisaki’s looks were absolutely otherworldly. Not only was he handsome, but despite being a man his fashion sense was quite unique and divine, he was utterly debonair. You could definitely picture yourself going out with someone like him under different circumstances.

Soon enough someone came to take your drink order, as you spoke to the waitress Kai comfortably examined your features and came to the conclusion that you were beautiful. He almost wanted to chuckle thinking at how happy Keigo will be when he finds out he got paired with someone as gorgeous as you, his blonde friend would of course be insufferable about it. As he scanned your features he couldn’t help but notice a tender area on your cheek peeking through from underneath your makeup, it clearly wasn’t blush, as the one you wore was a different shade than what the area on your cheek looked like. The area looked a bit swollen, he recognized the situation all too well. Keiretsu families and their punishments. It was obvious you had been harshly slapped, that’s exactly how his cheeks looked when he was recovering from one of his parents’ slaps. Maybe it was your similar traumas or empathy for the situation you found yourself in, but he felt the overwhelming feeling to shield you from the rest of the world.

How could anyone hurt someone with such kind eyes? Sure he was aware of how bratty some heiresses could be, and he wouldn’t be surprised if you too had some stressful and mischievous components to your personality, but the eyes never lied, they were the window to the soul after all. He was convinced you were a good person, even if you were a bit materialistic like the reports claimed, he could tell you had a good heart. He had a deep distaste for Keiretsu society and the culture surrounding their treatment of their young, so he sympathized with your situation, he understood it all too well. “So kai” your voice broke him out of his thoughts, his golden eyes instantly meeting your glistening ones. “How should we do this? Obviously, we have to get to know each other before we meet your parents but how do you want to go about it?” He liked that you paid attention to the information brief you were given prior to the meeting, it saved him from having to explain his infuriating situation.

“Well, I figured we could go out on a few dates and get comfortable with each other. I also need to take you to tea ceremony courses before we meet my parents, they like that sort of thing. Once we meet them we can start attending public events together.” You nod along with his plan. “I already know how to do a traditional tea ceremony. My friend Nejire thought it would be cute if we took classes together so we did that last winter, I still remember everything but we can practice if you would like. I’m sure there are components of my technique that I’ll need to clean up to impress your parents.” You suggested, Kai let out a pleased hum and nodded in agreement.

Before he knew it two hours had flown by, he noticed that you like to talk a lot, not that he minded, he was a quiet man anyway so he preferred more talkative people around him as it removed pressure from him to speak. He also was quite fascinated with your outlook on life and peppy attitude. He could bask in your energy for hours if given the chance, washing away any doubts he still had about the arrangement you two found yourselves in. A familiar clacking of heels distracted him from the strange comfort he’d found in you. “Unfortunately your two hours are up, feel free to remain here. However, I must warn you another couple is set to arrive in thirty minutes, in case you mind the company.” Nemuri informed the two of you, her gaze lingering on you as she softly smiled. Kai couldn’t help but notice how this seemed like the first time the woman wasn’t putting on a mask, she seemed quite fond of you. However, based on your expression and timid wave he could tell you didn’t know who the woman standing before you was. You looked over at Kai with doe eyes as soon as the purple-haired woman stopped speaking. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t like anyone knowing your business.” You were quite perceptive, another thing he enjoyed about you. “You’d be correct. However let’s take this elsewhere, I’m interested in keeping our riveting conversation going.” He stated.

Truthfully the conversation offered nothing of the essence, you were both just discussing desserts, and you were going on about how one hadn’t truly lived until trying pistachio maamouls. He didn’t care much for sweets, but he sure liked the way you spoke with such passion about something so simple. You were a very worldly person, despite being rich Kai hadn’t traveled much due to being placed in a position of power at such a young age, so he enjoyed your descriptions of all the places you’d been to and your appreciation for all their cultures. “Sure! There’s a great Mexican bakery a block from here anyway, you have to try their flan!” you beamed. He couldn’t help but form a soft smile. His eyes glistened as he too looked upon you with fondness. He dusted himself off as he got up and offered you his hand to help you stand up as well. As soon as you took his hand his ears turned a soft pink shade, his heart skipping a beat as well. He hadn’t felt like this in a really long time, he didn’t think he still could. He appreciated how free you were, and how much light you still held despite being raised in keiretsu society. He was a bit envious, but also impressed by the fire in you. Part of him hoped that in the time you will share together, you’ll rub off on him.

“You didn’t even exist to them. It’s the first time I’ve seen you get ignored like that.” A gruff voice stated as he walked up to the purple-haired woman. “Oh let them. They’re clearly bonding so I’ll overlook it this one time.” She quipped as she watched you both walk away, a smile forming as she watched you hug the brunette’s arm as he opened the door with his free hand. “Don’t get too attached my love. It could be dangerous.” The blonde man stated as he wrapped an arm around Nemuri’s waist. The woman let out a hearty chuckle before replying. “Come on Toshi, I’m her aunt, if I don’t take care of her then who will? Especially in this situation.” “You see yourself in her don’t you?” Toshinori questioned, looking at his wife with empathetic eyes. “How can I not? It’s worse for her, at least when I got cut off and blacklisted by my family it was kept private. Meanwhile, my brother blasted their business on every tabloid and drama channel that would listen. It’s cruel.” The woman formed a small fist as she spoke. “Blacklisting your own family is insane, I’ll agree.” The blonde quipped. “At least I got to meet you, my hero. Maybe the same will happen for her, we did have a similar arrangement when we met!” Nemuri pointed out, her eyes filled with hope as she turned to face the older man. “Or maybe not?” Toshinori pointed out, an attempt to offer a more realistic point of view on the situation. This caused Nemuri to chuckle once more. “Only time will tell. Won’t it my sweet?” She whispered as she grabbed her husband’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss.

~ A/N: hopefully this wasn’t too long 😭 if it was please let me know i’ll try and make future written parts shorter! ~

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cut3blush · 1 year

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The House Wife

Warrnings: smut

Authors note: Kai Chisaki has a face that you just wanna sit on

Chisaki loves having you as his cute little housewife. He buys you so many things like expensive jewelry, cute dresses, and shoes. And the most important thing is high-grade A quality cleaning supplies. Sometimes if he’s in a good mood and you finished all of your weekly chores he’ll take you out to a fancy dinner as a reward for all your hard work and good behavior. It was the rare occasion that Chisaki day off from “work”. But it was also the day you’d be the busiest due to the number of chores you had today.

So you wake up earlier than him to make him a big breakfast consisting of a well balanced meal. Chisaki woke up to the smell of coffee. After doing his morning routine he sees his precious wife wearing a swing dress fitting it on all the right places. Your neck is adorned with pearls and matching earrings. He pulls your waist your back pressed against his chest he pulls down his mask and kisses your neck. You hear the sound of the toast popping out of the toaster. You grab Chisaki’s hand and lead him to his chair and serve him his breakfast.

After the two of you finished your breakfast Chisaki tells you that he was going to read in his study for a bit while you do some chores you nod and watched your husband walk away. While Chisaki was reading you did a few chores like washed the dishes and dusted a few items around the house what you didn’t know was that Chisaki had tiny cameras installed all over the house.

That way he knows your safe and sound. He loves watching you prance around the house cleaning and how you sleep in his shirts when he’s away. Chisaki sat on his chair taking out his phone and opening the app where he can see the cameras. After flipping through them he found what he was looking for. His wife cleaning the windows her plush tits pressed against them.

Chisaki undos his belt and pulls down his zipper he takes out his member with precum dribbling on the slit. He wraps his hand around his prick his thumb rubbing the tip. His other hand fondling his heavy balls. He starts to rub up and down his length. He thinks you look so delicious with you all pressed on the glass. He starts to roughly pull on his cock while biting his lower lip. He just wants to press you more against that glass and slam right into your tiny pussy he doesn’t care if anyone sees he’s far into deep in his lustful desires.

Chisaki lets out a few breathy moans as he starts to stroke his cock faster. Until his cum splatters onto his short. After Chisaki falls from his high he cringes at the mess he made and changed his shirt and take a shower after he goes to find you. You scrub the floor instead of using a mop because the mop just won’t do but some good old fashion elbow grease will do the trick. You get on your hands and knees scrubbing the floor.

Chisaki sees you on your hands and knees ready for him. His once soft member starts to swell up again. He slowly gets behind you. He grabs your hips grinding on them. You turn back to see your husband. He starts kissing your neck. You tell Chisaki that you need to finish cleaning the floor. He starts lifting your dress seeing his favorite frilly panties. He slowly pulls them down your slick sticking to them. He rubs your plush lips as his other gloved hand gropes your tits. You start to grind on his finger. He tells you how much he’s been neglecting you and that he misses the way you feel around him. Chisaki flips you on your back he rips the buttons from your dress.

He unclips your bra squishing your tits together. He leans down to kiss you, your lipstick smearing all over as your tongues dance together. Your hand goes down to his pants you feel his hard cock. Chisaki looks at you and tells how pretty you look with your lipstick all smudged as his thumb cresses your cheek.

Chisaki pulls down his quickly undoes his belt and zipper he takes out his cock it’s standing up proudly. He pulls you on top of him. Your face looking right at his monstrous cock. He spreads your lips looking at the tiny hole. He lowers down his mask and his tongue enters your hole as his fingers grace your clit you take his cock in your mouth. He starts to move his hips upwards stuffing your mouth with his cock you quickly breathe with your nose. Chisaki pulls his head back letting out an airy moan.

He inserts two fingers inside of you. You stroke his cock vigorously sucking on his tip he holds your hips to his face as he tells you to cum together. Your juices squirt all over his face. While you try your best to drink the amount of milk he’s giving you. Chisaki slaps your ass telling you to be a good girl and to get on your hands and knees he orders you to keep cleaning the floor since you made a mess as he fucks you like the little slut that you are. He slams his hard cock inside you. You arch your back sloppily scrubbing the floor he pulls on your hair as he leans down and kisses you, your smudged lipstick on his lips.

Chisaki grabs your hips and digs his nails deeper into you. You arch your back as Chisaki feels you getting tighter around him. You try to keep scrubbing but your arms give out. Your upper half is now on the flood, as Chisaki grabs you by, the arms and you’re now chest to back with him as he starts to thrust upwards. He hits the golden spot inside of you you tell Chisaki to go harder. He jackhammers into that spot his hand slides down noticing the slight bulge in your tummy.

He keeps hitting it pressing his large hand against the bulge. You arch your back telling Chisaki that you’re going to cum. He tells you to wait for him after a few sloppy thrusts he feels you cream around him as he shoots his load inside of you. Chisaki pulls out cum dripping into the floor. He kisses you and tells you that he’ll help you finish up your chores and to clean up the mess.

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keiskake · 1 year

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chisaki kai x gn!reader

fluff/one shot (cw//mention of 'drinks' and not proofread properly)

a/n ~ i forgot about his birthday, and then decided to write it at 10pm. it was supposed to be a drabble but ended as a one short, but i'm very happy with the end result. happy birthday overhaul, he kinda cute.

the 20th of the 3rd month. chisaki's birthday. chisaki wasn't the biggest fan of celebrations, nor did he see the need for them whatsoever. but this year was different, this year you were his lover and not his devout follower. you swore to yourself that his next birthday would be celebrated properly. a party, cake, presents, and the little bits in between. you would make it a birthday he would never forget.

past birthdays you've spent with chisaki weren't memorable in the slightest. back then you would just go on missions like you did every other day, helping him develop the quirk erasing drug or figuring out if heroes were on your tail. you always wondered if he chose to spend the day like that because he genuinely wanted to, or if he did so to ensure no celebrations were held.

you had started planning the big day the minute chisaki asked you to be his. and closer to the date you started letting other members in on the secret, chrono being your main assistant. chrono always listened to chisaki's wishes but this time he couldn't argue with someone on the same level as his boss. you were going to make it happen.

he has scheduled for more tests with the drugs to be done that day, typical. but you were a step ahead. you had chrono and the rest do that testing all night so that your plan of action could move forward that next day. whilst that was going on, you led chisaki to bed early that evening.

"why so early? i have things to do y/n." he stood across the bed, arms crossed and his brows furrowed. he wasn't exactly the happiest of souls that night.

"i'm sleepy kai, and i'm cold."

"i can get you a another blanket."

"no! c'mon just cuddle me, one night with no work won't kill y'know." you knew what you were doing, pouting your lips and giving him the most innocent puppy eyes.

"fine, just one night sweetheart.." he sighed, reluctantly slipping into bed and holding you from behind. you had him right where you wanted.

the morning ahead of you was a busy one. you got out of bed the second your eyes opened and went to see chrono. the testing had been completed, and the gang were slumped on the floor in exhaustion. poor things. the next phase was ready, getting chisaki out of the place. chrono had planned to take chisaki out for a scout around the area, since it was the least conspicuous explanation.

they left soon after, chrono messaging you the same time the door shut '4 hours to finish up y/n'. you had stashed balloons and streamers and party poppers in chrono's closet yesterday afternoon, and all you had to do was place them around the party room. you had chosen the tea room as the party room, given it was the most spacious part of the house that was still presentable.

mimic and others gathered to help decorate the room, whilst you headed for the cake. you decided to make the cake from scratch, a few others from the hassaikai chose to cook up the main meal. you poured your heart into the cake. you made sure every fruit on it was washed well and that all utensils used were cleaned properly after every use. you even made a fondant topper of the plague doctor mask that the group is known for.

you set the cake in the middle of the table, hurrying off soon after for the finishing touches. his gifts. they were the biggest surprise that you had for him. it wasn't usual for the two of you to exchange gifts, even after a year of dating, though it was never off limits either. shin helped you wrapped them up and you got to slap the little pom pom on top each one of them.

you arranged them on the table, everyone admiring all the hard work and efforts of the last four hours. you glanced over at the clock, realising it was almost time and on cue was a message from chrono 'we're coming in 2 minutes, get ready.' you were nervous, your heart pounding a little heavier than before and your hands becoming sweaty. you rushed everyone to hide anywhere they could, throwing yourself behind the table with shin and mimic. it was time for it to all act out.

shuffling noises came from the hallway, the noise continuing to approach the party room. you faced the two members beside you, a smile coming from the three of you in unison. the door creaked open and a muffled conversation crept in. three. two. one.

"SURPISE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS!"

you all jumped from the nooks and crannies that you had been hiding in, party poppers flying from across the room and the celebratory noises echoing all around. his face was in shock. he didn't have the foggiest clue what was going on. behind his dark eyes you could see droplets of tears being held back, maybe this was what he wanted from the very start.

"i told you, celebrations are not necessary for such things.."

"yes, but, y/n planned all this. you wouldn't want their efforts to go to waste would you boss?" chrono looked at you with a smile.

after hearing that you were the mastermind behind this chisaki let himself enjoy the party, well enjoy it as much as he could. he tried the food and indulged in a piece of your homemade birthday cake, amused at the little topper. the hassaikai really knew how to party. drinks were going around, music was filling the air and god did these guys know how to dance. behind all the group activities, you guys were still just ordinary people. chisaki was an ordinary person too.

the party went on until evening. at one point you drew chisaki outside, leading him to the garden so he could see the stars with you. they were beautiful that night. no matter where you looked it was beautiful inside and out. you pulled out a box wrapped in purple, handing it to chisaki with a smile.

"for you kai."

"you didn't need to y/n." he took the box, unwrapping its outer shell. he pulled the lid off the box and removed the tissue paper on top. the box held a pair of gloves. a pair of gloves with your name written on the side near the wrists. his eyes glowed like the stars in a blue night like blanket. he dropped the box on the bench, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"i hope you like them and maybe wear them sometime.." you hugged him back, patting his back gently.

"thank you sweetheart, you really go above and beyond for me." he pulled away and placed a small peck on your forehead. "i thought you forgot about today."

"why would i forget such an important day kai?"

"because you didn't say it to me this morning."

"i would never forget! i was gonna say it now. so, happy birthday kai. i love you so much."

"i love you too y/n. thank you for the making this birthday unforgettable"

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only-my-unexistent-fiances · 1 year

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Just thinking about how Chisaki Kai would most probably be the kind of boyfriend to bathe you.

Like, in a non-horny way.

He would be just so pissed over the fact that you are not as clean as him, and would literally drag you to the bathroom.

Take of your clothes himself.

And if you're resisting he's getting mad.

But you can see that just by the look in his eyes, so you let him be.

Probably lefts you with only your underwear if you're not so into the relationship yet.

And start washing you with a straight face.

He'd probably be wearing damn surgical gloves.

If you haven't washed yourself in the last 24 hours he would be looking at you like 🤨🤨🤨

And when he's over with you, he'll say something very father-like, yk?

Something like "THIS, THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU SPENT MORE THAN A DAY WITHOUT WASHING YOURSELF, ALRIGHT?"

"WE'RE NOT CAVEMANS, OK?"

Yeah, he unlocks the dad mode 😭

Although, If you just ask him to bathe you on a normal day (normal being less than 24 hours since your last bath).

He'd say yes with a little to inexistent smile.

And bathe you with carefulness.

I think he secretly enjoys it.

Taking care of you and cleaning your body is such an intimate act for him.

He's practically doing one of his favorite things to his favorite person.

He won't tell you tho.

But you don't need him to, it's easy.

Just by the way he curls his lips in concentration, in a very little smile.

By how he seems more relaxed.

Yeah, he likes it.

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sukustar · 1 year

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chisakifiles · 8 months

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you save me over and over again | chisaki kai overhaul yume/comfort oneshot

by popular demand. (im kidding) hope this is enjoyable since its my first time writing for tumblr. anyways an intervention was necessary and i need a lil kiss on the forehead yk

content warning; self harm (literally the first line of text), suicidal tendencies, angst, genderneutral!reader. disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction and is not based on any real events.

I sat on his bathroom floor and watched the blood pool. I felt the emptiness get replaced with the sting of the wounds along my arms and everything was finally quiet. This wasn't my first time doing this and expecting my life to end. I cut my arms and wrists before. I tried a gun in my mouth, and another one to my head. I even “accidentally” took too many pills on purpose. But every single time I deliberately forget to lock the door, and he has found me every single time. I tell myself to lock it every time I plan, too. Yet something deep inside me hopes he will open the door, and he does. Every single time. This time was no different.

The static noise in my head is replaced with the peaceful buzz of the burn in my arms, but I felt dizzier too. As if the sound echoed through my head, I heard the bathroom door open in the distance, even though it was directly to my left. Oh dear. Someone's here, I thought. I wonder if it's him.

"Fuck!" I heard them scream, and then rush to their knees in front of me. Oh, it's his face. It's him. Again. He's so lovely. Fuck. He held my face for a second and called my name. I blinked slowly and surveyed his frantic body. He immediately picked me up and placed me on the closed toilet seat. Grabbing bandages and rubbing alcohol, he attempted to clean my wounds before dressing them. The cuts were deep enough to make someone scream if alcohol were to touch them, but when he rubbed it across my arms, all I could do was flinch. My face remained empty. He looked at me with worry for my lack of reaction. "Y/N? Are you still here?" He asked me. I blinked again to answer, since I didn't feel like responding. Then he got up to get me some water.

When he returned, he held it close to my lips, but I refused to move. "Y/N. Please?" I still couldn't move. "Alright. We don't have time," he said, picking me up by the waist. When I refused to walk, he grabbed the rest of me bridal style and carried me to his lab. On the way there, he knocked on Chronostasis' door. "Chrono, come to my lab right now. Y/N needs help," he said, then continued onwards.

Upon arriving, he placed me in the hospital-like chair and immediately hooked me up to the IV. Chrono joined to aid Kai in taking care of me. The more I came back into focus, the angrier I became. I felt the frustration reach my fingertips and I almost jumped from my chair in a blind fury. Chrono grabbed onto me and held me down to the chair. Chisaki locked his eyes on mine. All I could see was worry. "Relax, hey relax. It’s okay,” Chrono said, barely audible to me. I couldn’t hear anything thanks to the sudden tunnel vision I was experiencing, so I ended up taking an arrow to the neck. Then I felt my entire body slow down within seconds. Even my heart. I could hear again. When I finally stopped huffing, Chrono removed the arrow. I stayed still and Chrono affectionately ruffled my hair, stepping back.

"Why do you do this? You make this hard for me," I finally spoke quietly.

"What is it that I’m making hard? Why do I make it so difficult for you?" Chisaki asked, a slight tremor in his voice as he squatted down to look at me. We both knew the answer to his questions but I stayed silent, tears in my eyes welling. I avoided his own eyes, training mine on his shoes. After a moment, he says "I do this because I love you. It's only natural for humans to protect the things they care for." He leans down to hug my waist, sighing shakily. It was then that I noticed he was wearing only a regular black mask. I felt his breathing through the cloth of his mask and my shirt, onto my stomach. A moment passed in complete silence. You could hear the IV drip.

"I detest you," I said almost furiously. Chrono saw Chisaki's face drop in silent fear, hurt deeply by the words. "I hate that I love you." His face softened as his tears began to well in his eyes. "I hate that I look forward to you always being there. It makes this so much more harder. Why do you do this to me? You have no business preserving someone else's life for your own selfish reasons. This feels...like hell." He pulled back and just watched me, tears threatening to fall. The guilt dropped its weight. "I'm sorry. Chisaki, I'm sorry. I...I know you're trying to help. I...you don't deserve this," I sniffled, rubbing my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to put you through this. You deserve better than that. I'm sorry." I gently raised my hands, motioning for him to stay away from me.

He speaks slowly. "It's worth it because its you. I wouldn't rather live any other life. You deserve to live because I think you are worth living for. You have changed me for the better. I can only return the favor. If I had to choose...I would choose to find you and pick you up and be there until you get better, and keep doing it over and over until you're free from it." I stare at him in suffocated silence. Then my own tears fall, and continue to fall until I can no longer speak.

After a moment, I mumble, "Why do I always hope you find me? Why?"

He holds a conflicted look on his face. "I'm...not sure. You...you love me, right? I'm something you care about right?"

I nodded. "I can't...protect you if I'm gone. But you're protecting me instead."

He pulls his mask down and smiles softly. "That's okay. We can take turns taking care of each other. That's what relationships are for." He raises from his knees and sighs. "What makes you feel better? Anything you need. I'll do it for you," he says quietly.

After a moment, I look at him and sigh, pulling the IV out. "You can get me a glass of water," I say, tired.

Chrono begins to move, holding a pensive expression on his face. Chisaki tells him he'll get it himself. Chrono pats Chisaki on the shoulder, then steps out, closing the door. Chisaki gets the water and I stand up to take the glass and drink it slowly, holding back more tears. I put the glass down as he comes in close and envelopes me in his arms. He had put on his jacket that he had left in the lab and wrapped his jacket around me in the hug, and I hold onto him, clinging tightly and taking in his scent. Feeling me grab onto him, he squeezes himself even tighter around me. I began to openly sob into his shoulders. "Please, please, please don't let me go. I don't want you to leave me," I whispered.

Petting my head, he answered just as quietly, "I would never. You could make me furious beyond reason and it will never be enough for me to leave you alone. Then we'd both be alone. You are my spouse, I am your husband. I'll die with you." Somehow I clung even tighter. I felt my fingers begin to ache. I don't know how long we stood there until I heard him laugh softly. "Come on. Lets take a bath." We headed back to the bedroom, walking slowly. He interlocked his fingers with mine and pulled me along behind him. When we reached the room, he lead me to the bathroom and began running a bath. we stand next to it and he offers to help me undress.

I lifted my arms slowly, wincing at the ache in my bandaged limbs as he pulled my shirt over my shoulders. Then I watched as he carefully undid the bandages, revealing the still fresh cuts. Tugging my waistband, he looked at me, then pulled my pants down. Despite us being married, I caught myself feeling flustered as he passed his eyes over my crotch. I took off my underwear and stepped into the large, round tub, sitting down to watch him take off his own clothes. I couldn't help but stare at him myself, watching his body.

He followed me into the tub, sitting next to me. I watched as he rest his arm on the edge of the tub behind my shoulders, almost leaning into me. “We can rest for however long you like, and then I can help wash, too. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the room, reminding me of him.

“Okay,” I nodded and just sat back. We sat in now comfortable silence, drifting off into our own thoughts while still being anchored by one another. I thought about how completely startled I was at the fact that he wasn’t compulsively scrubbing the both of us down right now, and how he didn’t give his bloodied cloth gloves more than a second glance earlier. Not once did he break out either. He just seemed completely at ease. In turn I felt like I could breathe more easily too. “Thank you,” I said, leaning over him to place a gentle kiss on his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I continued, each “thank you” complimented by another kiss on his neck.

He sighed and placed a sud-covered hand in my hair. “Why do you thank me? I told you, there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing right now,” he answered.

I shrugged, sinking down to rest my chin on his shoulder. “I don’t know. I just feel bad. You can’t expect me to not feel even a little responsible,” I said quietly. He continued to pet me, and I felt our skin grow warmer with contact.

“You’re right. It’s okay if you do. But the reality of it is that it isn’t your fault. You’re just trying to find the best way to help yourself. Even if it isn’t actually helpful.” He turn to look at me so I raise up to meet his gaze. “There’s no malicious intent behind struggling with something like this. None of us have the right answer to being alive so what are you really responsible for in the first place?”

“…Fair enough,” I replied. He leans in apprehensively and lands a tender kiss on my lips. I close my eyes and sigh, feeling his presence in front of me. The simple thought that I was not in fact the only human being on the planet eased my mind tremendously. After a few more soft kisses I say, “Okay, I’d like to have this bath now.”

Chisaki nodded and grabbed the soap bottle, along with shampoo and conditioner, then the shower hose. "Would you like for me to wash your hair?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and nodded. He ran the water over my hair, making sure it was soaked in warm water before grabbing the shampoo and lathering his hands in it. I relished in the feeling of his fingers massaging my head, reaching every corner, crevice and ache. He washes it out and I put the conditioner in my hair myself.

Once I finished combing my fingers through my hair, I looked up to ask him, "Want me to wash yours too?" His hair was significantly shorter, so it wouldn't be too much of a task.

"Sure, why not," he sighed, and I did the same for him. As I scratched at his head with shampoo, I couldn't help but steal adoring glances of his face. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in bliss. Then we both took the regular soap and scrubbed ourselves until we were completely clean. Chisaki grabbed the shower hose and washed my skin off then my hair, gently covering my eyes to keep the conditioner out. He lifted my face once the suds washed away and placed a small kiss on my forehead. Then he quickly washed himself off along with his hair and we get out of the tub.

I watched him drain it and clean up in the bathroom as I began to dry myself off, but as I'm watching him, I see him walk over to me, still sopping wet. He immediately grabbed fresh dressing for my wounds and recleaned them before applying it. I watched his face as he worked, completely void of any negative emotion. His fingers moved quickly and carefully, as if he were 100% sure of himself. Once he finished, he took the towel from my hands, burying my head in the towel and ruffling it nicely. I laughed softly at how willing he was to do anything for me and I took the towel back from him. "It's fine, I got it. Go help yourself, my love."

He huffed, slightly embarrassed. "Alright." I watch him dry himself off and then I follow him back into the bedroom. I went to my closet and searched for clean pajamas to put on, to commend his effort to help me. He dressed himself quickly and by the time I get my pants on he's already grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it on over my head. I sighed and smiled at him, giving in. He then helped me finish up moisturizing my hair, which was actually just him taking over completely. "I want to do this for you," he said.

"Okay," I answered softly.

Once he was finally done with me, he pulled me close and grabbed my hands to bring them around his waist. I interlocked my fingers together and rested them on his lower back as he brought his own larger arms around my shoulders to grab my back, squeezing me in an embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, accepting my pleasant fate. After a moment the tears threatened to return, and as if he sensed it himself, he let go, placed a small kiss on my neck and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go to bed. You must be exhausted."

I nodded, giving him another "Okay," except this time it was shakier.

He led me to our bed and let me get under the covers first before following and collapsing himself on top of me. He laughed softly and I followed along with him, which took me completely by surprise. He showered me with kisses and said, "Let's go to sleep. I can offer you myself as an additional blanket for tonight." He didn't normally act playful, so I could tell he was trying to cheer me up, and it was working.

Yawning, I answered, "That sounds good to me." He shifted above me and snuggled close. I knew he wasn't comfortable on top of me and would last 40 minutes tops up there, but I let him do as he pleased, because watching him try to make me happy was definitely making me happy. I definitely didn't last the 40 minutes, though. Before I could think of anything else to say to him, I fell deep asleep.

He kissed my forehead once more and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you tomorrow." He rolled off of me while still resting his arm on top of me, drifting off himself.

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kisses-for-kai · 1 year

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Things I’d get Kai for Christmas

Aka things you could get for a minimalist, which is usually VERY tricky to shop for

Kai himself is pretty much a minimalist, he said so himself that he doesn’t like overly cluttered spaces. I feel like for Kai if he did want to get something for his s/o he’d definitely try showboating, and go out of his way to get them something flashy- but for himself I feel like if you asked him “hey what do you want for Christmas” he probably wouldn’t give you anything MUCH to go off on, like the only thing he’d want is “a new tie” or something. But if he’s spending like $500 on you, you’d wanna try and even out the gifts and get him extra stuff too right

SO some gifts that I FEEL / hope Kai’d like would be...

1. Premium Tea or Coffee Beans

More specifically for tea, get him good bitter tea rather than anything fruity or sweet, like loose black tea leaves or matcha powder. Coffee’s probably easier to choose if you’re not sure what the “right pick is” since a dark roast cant go wrong.

2. A new watch

If you, or your OC or your sona is loaded or has a high budget, you could get him like a FANCY fancy watch like Rolex. But if a more reasonable budget is needed there’s a lot of options. He easily likes gold-accented accessories too.

+ BONUS you could make it more personal and have a message on it too.

3. Golden Cufflinks + Tie Clip

Following the train of “Kai likes golden accessories” this would total work as well, especially if you wanna pair it as a gift bundle thing with the watch.

+ another Bonus if you also wanna get the tie clip engraved too heheh

Now past the fancy presents, assuming you/your OC/your sona is closer to Kai and you’ve been together for a while, more personable gifts that would work would be-

4. Hardcover Books

Particularly something that you know he’d have his eyes on, or on a topic that you know would intrigue him. Kai’s a bookworm I feel, or whenever he does have the rare change for free time he’d crack open a couple books. Alternatively you could get him an e-reader if you’re not sure what he’d like to read specifically, and if you’re set that he wants to be MINIMAL minimal.

Lastly, if you’re still iffy on getting any of these things you can focus more on experienced based gifts during the holiday season-

5. Experience-based gifts

Some things you can come up with is different cute date night activities like: asking him what special meal he’d like and you could cook it up for him with the best ingredients at his/your apartment; maybe a trip to the museum, couple spa day, a night at a luxury hotel room ifyouknowwhatimean, just to name a couple of ideas. The most important part is you convince Kai to take a day off as his own christmas gift. WELL thats all I can think of for now, I didn’t intend for this post to come off as like a Buzzfeed article but there’s no going back now. ANYWAYS happy holidays to everyoneee

#kai chisaki #mha overhaul #mha kai chisaki #kai chisaki x oc #kai chisaki x y/n #kai chisaki x reader #bnha overhaul #overhaul x oc #overhaul x reader #overhaul x y/n #overhaul #fluff

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kureis-writing-hell · 1 year

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For the bottom chisaki. Could you blindfold him? And possibly a mild blood kink?

Reader x Chisaki: blindfold + bloodkink

MINORS DNI

amab reader, bottom Chisaki, blindfold + bloody kisses + bondage + slight nipple play, pre canon.

I had this sitting in my inbox for a while now, sorry anon! I'm finally doing reader fics so, hope you like it!

Please tell me if it's hot enough too.

You look at Chisaki with satisfaction, barely holding back your own excitement. It's the first time he allowed you to tie him up like this.

Maybe allow is a wrong word. He didn't fight against it hard enough to stop you. You both know he could easily do it, if only he didn't want to see what's going to happen to him.

Ah, well, maybe see, again, is a wrong word. After all, together with his hands tied tightly behind his back, he's wearing his pretty tie over his eyes. He can't see shit right now. He can only feel your nail, softly tracing down his warm torso. And oh, he jolts and flinches and gasps so sweetly. You can feel every twitch of his muscles on your dick, you're buried up to the base in him. And he can't do much about it.

You fought, again. Just a little banter this time, but it still ended with fists flying around. His nose is bleeding, you can feel your eye swelling. It's fine though. He can fix himself later. You, on the other side, will probably have to find a cold compress when you're done with him.

Funny thing. You'd think that, if anything he told you during that fight was true, you'd be a pile of ash right now. But you're not. You were allowed to tie him up, to blindfold him and ruin one of his ties with the blood from his nose, to finger him and stretch him with your cock.

And now you're just looking at him. His hips jolt from time to time, impatiently but restricted as well. He doesn't want to show you that he just wants to be fucked. He's too prideful for that and you figured that part of him a long time ago.

Your nail catches his nipple and he gasps, then bites his lip. Then, immediately, he opens it up. He can't breath through his nose, you assume. Which gives you a little smirk.

You lean down, you make sure to push your dick even deeper, to make his breath shudder, and without a warning kiss him. Deeply. You can taste the copper from his nose, you can taste him, and god, isn't that the best mix?

At first he tries to fight you. He shuts his mouth and clenches his teeth but after a second he melts into the kiss. He does that often when you kiss him unexpectedly. You push your tongue deeper, your hips stutter into him again and for a moment you keep him like this - unable to move, to see, to breathe.

When he realizes he can't breath through his nose he hums with annoyance. He tries to gulp, his body spasms once, then a second time. He clenches around you so nicely you hum into his mouth, pleased.

He starts to fight against you again, tries to move his head away but you grab his cheeks and keep him there. His dick, sandwiched between his and yours bodies, cannot be any harder at that moment.

One more second, one more suffocating moment for Chisaki and you let him go. He gasps dramatically and you roll your eyes.

"You-" he begins but you cut him off.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days," you whisper and it successfully shuts him up.

He clearly doesn't know what to say so he scowls. You watch that expression, his split lips and deep frown and suddenly wish to see the fire in his eyes. But you won't. So you instead focus on his nipple again.

His body jumps again and he huffs.

"Then fucking do it," he spits with made up frustration.

You smile and chuckle. Finally, sighing with relief, you move your hips back, almost all the way, and slap them back against Chisaki’s ass. You take him by surprise and he screams and moans. Just once. You wonder if he's going to be more vocal, since he can't close his mouth? You certainly hope so.

You can still taste blood in your mouth when you begin your crazy pace.

#bnha #mha #overhaul #chisaki kai #overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x masc reader #chisaki kai x you #overhaul x y/n #lemon

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 2 months

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Lavender & Velvet

You work as a dancer for private events catering exclusively to Pro Heroes. One day, your boss approaches you with a mysterious assignment.

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SMUT AHEAD MDNI 18+ ONLY !!!

Being a dancer was always glamorized, and in your case, it was definitely glamorous.

You were a dancer for a company specializing in private events. If the event required some sort of special invitation, chances are you were probably going to be there dancing. However, given that you lived in a society where those with Quirks ruled, most of the events you attended were often for Pro Heroes. You danced for charity balls, birthday parties, and house parties. You had rubbed elbows with every Hero who graced newspapers, and had gotten to know many of them through this.

However, being a dancer had led to many trysts. Heroes had needs, just like other people, and since you were basically hired to be eye candy, you had slept with many Pro Heroes. Your fellow dancers had joked that you were slowly climbing up the top ten, having slept with Gang Orca (a generous man in bed and very powerful), Crust (a timid man, but polite), and having various trysts with Edgeshot (there was a reason you kept going back to him). Before All Might had retired, you had been working your way up to him, but you had never gotten the vibe from him that he was the type to fool around.

You loved your job, and you never questioned the assignments that your boss gave you. However, you were left feeling curious after your most recent encounter with him.

Your boss, Arima, approached you one day while you were stretching in the practice room. Normally he was always in a good mood, greeting you with his trademark polite smile before explaining your next assignment. When he walked in he seemed nervous, face covered in a light sheen of sweat and eyes shifting nervously around. Upon seeing you he rushed over, bowing as he greeted you.

“I hope your day's going well. Listen, I have a very important assignment for you that just came in. I can’t give you details, but I need your performance to be perfect.”

“Uh, okay, perfect in what way?”

“Just . . . I need one hundred percent from you, okay? I also need you to be as sexy as you can be.”

You raised a brow at that. “Uh huh, okay.”

Arima bowed again, squeaking out a thank you before scampering off. You stood there, trying to process the weird interaction you had just had before sighing. Well, I guess I need to come up with a sexy choreography.

Arima gave you two weeks to put your routine together. The day of the performance he came to see you again. He seemed just as nervous as the first time, bowing again before nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“You will be picked up right at six. A limo will be sent.”

“A limo? Arima, who exactly am I performing for?”

He hesitated, sweat beading on his forehead.

“You will get details later. Just . . . please be ready on time.”

“You know I will be,” you frowned. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Fine!” he yelled. “I have to go!”

You spent the rest of the day wondering what exactly it was about this performance that had Arima so nervous. You took your time getting ready, glad you had gotten basically your entire body waxed the day before so you could focus on your makeup and hair. Just as Arima had said, a limo arrived at your dance company right at six. The driver greeted you with a sharp nod, opening the door for you to slide in. A bottle of champagne was waiting for you in a chilled bucket, and you helped yourself to a glass.

The limo drove you to what appeared to be a boarded up place, but when you stepped out you realized it was a restaurant. There were no signs or logos plastered to suggest it was, and you figured it was one of those exclusive ones.

Another man met you at the door, nodding to the driver as a silent thanks before opening the door and letting you in. The atmosphere was quiet, a pianist playing jazz music softly in the background as men conversed in hushed tones. A few of them turned to look at you, eyeing you before resuming their previous conversations. You swallowed nervously, falling into step behind your guide as he led you towards the back.

"I assume your boss didn’t tell you anything?” he inquired.

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“Y-yes, he has been very . . . silent about the whole thing.”

“Good.”

You were led into a dim hallway. He slowed down, turning his head to look back at you.

“There’s only one rule. Do not touch the young boss. You will be killed if you do.”

You felt your heart sink. The last part of your routine had you running your hands along him, ending with a “happy ending”. Arima had stopped by to check out your routine, and he had been beyond pleased. Apparently, he had been let out of the loop regarding this stipulation.

“Um, okay. Noted.”

He stopped in front of a door, stepping aside so you could pass by him.

“Good luck. You were personally requested.”

Before you could respond, he opened the door. He gestured for you to go in. Sucking in a breath, you stepped through the door. The room was empty, save for a large chair across the room. Sitting in the chair was a young man, staring intensely at you. He had short, brown hair, golden eyes gleaming above a plague mask. He was resting his cheek on his fist, elbow pressed against the arm of the chair. You couldn’t help but notice he was dressed sharp, in a tight black dress shirt tucked neatly into a matching pair of pants. He cocked his head to the side upon noticing you staring.

“Hi.”

He didn’t respond to your greeting. Clearing your throat, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and speaker. He didn’t say anything as you set up, connecting your phone and selecting the song. You paused it, placing the speaker down and sucking in a deep breath to get yourself into the element. You exhaled, letting the breath out of your mouth before slowly opening your eyes.

The “young boss” hadn’t moved, still frozen in place as he stared at you. You got into position, reaching into your coat pocket to push play from a remote. The opening notes played, and you let your gaze fall intensely on him.

Pull up to the city

Tell me I’m your lily

I’ll be in that dress you like

You had worn a tan trench coat buttoned up. Underneath, you wore a lavender lingerie set, complete with garters to match the title of the song. You seductively shrugged out of it, beginning your routine as you slowly body rolled.

Body in vanilla

Yeah I know it thrills ya

I know what is on your mind

As you danced, you slowly made your way over to him. You kept your eyes on him, doing a pirouette to get closer.

Take me to a place where

We can see the stars here

Nothing but the radio on

You let your hands run along your body to emphasize the last lyric.

I’ll take you anywhere you say

I’ll take you to my hideaway

Baby just give the word

I wanna give you the world

You eased into the chorus, hitting the movements smoothly and transitioning into the next. As the song went on, you felt slightly defeated at the fact that the guy hadn’t responded. He had the same bored expression, blinking slowly as he watched you move. You tried not to let him get to you, and you amped up the sexy factor as the song progressed.

However, you had a dilemma. The last bridge had a sequence where you sank to the floor and crawled to him, letting your hands run along his thighs and unbuckling his pants to give him a . . . happy ending. When you had shown Arima, he had been beyond delighted and assured you that was what had been requested. But now, after being told you couldn’t touch the client, you were unsure what to do.

The bridge began, and you sank to the floor as you had planned. However, instead of crawling towards him, you sank back onto your feet, letting your hands run down your body. You hesitated, wondering if your idea would work, before deciding to just move forward. One hand cupped your breast, squeezing it lightly as the other trailed down your middle, lingering at the waistband. During the outro, you let your finger slide into your panties, teasing your entrance as you glanced at the “young boss” with half-lidded eyes.

The song ended, and you sat frozen in your spot. The man finally moved, pushing off his elbow to sit up straight. He leaned forward, raising a single eyebrow before speaking.

“Did you intend on touching me towards the end?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. Embarrassed, you gave a slow nod.

“Y-yes, sir.”

He hummed, the sound low in the back of his throat. He studied you for a moment before lifting a hand.

“Well? Are you going to touch me, then?”

“S-sir?”

He crossed his arms, leaning back into the chair.

“I assume my men told you not to touch me?”

You gave a slow nod.

“Well, I’ve had a change of heart. Do the routine the way you intended.”

You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right. When you didn’t move, he let out a long sigh.

“Tell me, girl, how was the routine supposed to go?”

“I was planning on ending with a happy ending.”

“Oh?”

His golden eyes flashed.

“Yes, sir. I was planning on . . . going down on you.”

“Well, I knew there was a reason I requested you.”

You remained silent, staring at him silently in the hopes he would indulge you with more details.

“I’ve heard great things about you through the grapevine. I don’t normally associate with your . . . normal clients.”

He must have noticed the slight frown that you tried to control, as he went on.

“I apologize, where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself. I’m Overhaul, head of the Shie Hissaikai.”

Your blood ran cold. While hooking up with some Heroes, you had heard his name thrown around. Apparently, he was considered an “underground” villain, one that was prominent in name but whose activities were difficult to track. That explained why Arima had been so nervous about the whole thing.

“Well, are you going to do the routine now? I would love to receive your happy ending.”

Nodding, you resumed your previous starting position, grabbing your coat to redress. This time, Overhaul seemed more interested. As you danced closer, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants this time. You felt a surge of confidence, hitting the choreography perfectly and keeping sensual expressions on your face. When the final bridge came, you sank to the floor, crawling slowly towards him. He kept his eyes on you, one hard hanging off the back of his chair as he spread his legs for you. Your hands came to rest on his thighs, looking up at him with a smirk as you glided them up towards his belt. You unbuckled it, slowly unbuttoning his pants afterwards and sliding the zipper down.

His boxers were left, and your mouth was watering at the sight of his thick bulge. You slid them down, his cock springing out. Licking your lips, you left your left hand on his thigh before gently grasping his cock with your right hand. You felt a hand grab the back of your head. Looking up, you saw Overhaul reaching up to remove his mask. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face.

“Well? Go on.”

Without the mask obstructing his mouth, his voice was deeper and smoother. You took him into your mouth, your hand wrapping around what couldn’t fit. He was thick, your mouth stretching to take him in. His hand went back to your head, grabbing your hair to fist it. He guided you up his length, pushing you down. You gagged, the back of your throat taking him in.

“Such a good girl,” he purred.

You felt yourself clenching around nothing, a whine forming in your throat. The vibration of it had him hissing, his fingers tightening around your hair. You kept on, picking up the pace as you moved your mouth along his length. Suddenly, he pulled you off, forcing you to look up at him.

“This isn’t enough for me,” he panted. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You scrambled onto his lap. His hands came to grab your ass, spanking each cheek harshly. Your hands came to rest on the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you stared at him.

“Such a pretty girl. Look at you, so obedient for me.”

One hand moved your panties aside. His hand retracted, a soft rustling reaching your ears before you felt a long finger stroke your slit. You were dripping at this point, and he relished in the feeling.

“Did I make you this wet? Naughty girl.”

He used your natural lubrication to push in. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slowly moved in and out. A second finger pushed in, and you felt his thumb brushing your clit. You grinded on his lap, desperate for more friction.

“So eager. Relax, I’ll fuck you right now.”

He slapped his cock against your inner thigh. You rose up a little, letting him rub his cock against your entrance to gather some of your wetness. Both of his hands came to rest on your hips, helping guide you down as you took him. The initial stretch was painful, causing your mouth to drop open in a silent scream. You wanted to bury your face in his neck, but Overhaul stopped you.

“Come on, I know you can take my cock, baby.”

You let out a loud moan when you bottomed out, your ass pressed against his thighs. He gave you a minute to adjust before spanking you.

“Move.”

Your hands went back to the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you began to move your hips. You rose up, his cock sliding out before you sat back on it. He felt amazing stretching you out, and you managed to establish a good rhythm. His hands remained on your ass, staring up at you with slight amazement as you kept on moving your hips smoothly.

“God, you move amazing. Perks of being a dancer.”

He spanked you, causing you to moan. You moved faster, throwing your head back as you tried to chase your orgasm. You were close, so close, and you were desperate to let go around him.

“What a fucking whore. You just started riding me, and you already want to cum?”

He spanked you again.

“Did I give you permission?”

You shook your head furiously, clenching tightly around him.

“Did I?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You fought hard, clenching your eyes shut as you started desperately bouncing on him. Suddenly, Overhaul wrapped his arms around you, trapping you on his lap. He began fucking up into you, small grunts tumbling out of his lips. You tried to hold it in, but your orgasm hit you hard, and you began babbling his name nonsensically. He stopped, panting lightly.

“Foolish girl. You weren’t allowed to come.”

He pushed you off, sending you tumbling to the floor. You glanced at him with confused eyes.

“Spread your legs for me.”

You did as told, watching as he stripped his clothing off. You admired his fit physique, and when he came to hover over you, you let your fingers trace the hard lines of his back.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to let me breed you. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned.

He didn’t give you warning before pushing back into you. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, your arms continuing to trace his muscles. He dipped his head to the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in short pants as he thrusted harshly into you. After a few thrusts he pulled back to look at you, eyes studying your features as you relished in pleasure.

“God, you look so beautiful like this. I’m sure you’ll look more beautiful when you’re stuffed full of my cum.”

You whimpered, clenching tightly around him. He picked up the pace, grunting as his movements became erratic and he looked back at your face.

“Are you ready, baby? Ready to be bred?”

Your response was your orgasm, crying out his name as he kept on until he was spilling himself inside of you. The two of you remained united, panting softly as you both came down from your high. Overhaul pulled out, causing you to whine from how sensitive you were and the loss of being stuffed full. He sat back on his knees, admiring your naked body spread out before gently offering his hand.

“Are you alright to stand?”

You nodded, taking his hand and slowly sitting up. His eyes flickered to your core before using his finger to push the fluids that were beginning to dribble out.

“Now, now, we need to make sure that stays up there.”

He handed you your lingerie and coat before walking you to the door. Right before opening it he paused, slowly turning to look at you.

“Would you like to do this again sometime?”

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