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perplexedflower · 2 years

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Overhaul Headcanons

Fandom: My Hero Academia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Kai Chisaki/Overhaul x Female Reader.

Type: Headcanon collection.

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Attention

Overhaul has his very own definition of affection when it comes to romantic relationships. One type of attention you very rarely get from him is a physical display of attention while in public, or more generally speaking when you two are not alone, meaning even one single person present with the both of you will be enough to restrain him from touching you. He's not - and has never been - a social man, and especially doesn't like to show his emotions to others, so even if accompanied by you, he doesn't budge and remains emotionally cold. However, when it comes to private moments, you are always assured to receive physical attention from him. It's never intense, but loving enough to melt your heart anyway. A caress on your cheek, a kiss left on your neck, a hand sliding over your thighs... All these are marks of affection he enjoys giving you when you two are alone. Most of the time, they happen in silence. He loves you through gentle gestures without a word, thinking his acts speak louder than anything he could say to you. And you're fine with it. You often find yourself craving these private moments together, since they usually don't happen until the end of the day or when he's not too busy, which doesn't happen often. Aside from the intimate physical gestures he gives you, he also shows you his love through verbal affection. His tone softens when he speaks to you, and he's developed a habit of complimenting you without filtering himself in the slightest. An example is when he walks up to you to tell you in the most spontaneous of ways how gorgeous he finds you today, leaving you a blushing mess, muttering a shy 'thank you'. These compliments always catch you by surprise, and always leave you wanting for more. Of course, with each compliment he gives you, you end up repaying the favor, complimenting him daily as well, but you always feel like they don't affect him as much as his affect you. But that's only because he doesn't show it.

Control

Overhaul was born to become a leader, and his Boss had always shaped him to turn out that way. He's at the head of the Shie Hassaikai clan, with dozens of men under his supervision, following his orders without double-thinking or ever questioning the choices he makes. It is clear that he embodies the image of a man in control, dictating everyone he considers to be below him. And he is no different outside of work, when it comes to his relationship with you. You two are a couple, you form a pair, who respects each other, but there is no denial that he is the one in control of your couple. It's not so much a matter of respect or trust, but rather the fact that he's always been used to being the one in control of his life, and just because he's dating you doesn't mean this will change. If anything, it makes him want to control his life and yours even more. He not only likes to be the master of his own sea, but also feels the need to protect you and shield you from certain outside things. It's nothing too restrictive or strict, but it still matters to him to trace at least a certain amount of boundaries. On top of his natural authority, you have noticed that as your relationship has grown since when you started dating him, he tends to sometimes be quite possessive of you now, since he never stops feeling more and more attached to you as time passes. He doesn't want to cage you up, but his desire to keep you safe and for himself leads him to tutor you often. Lastly, although it may not show often, he gets jealous easily regarding the things he loves, and you're no exception. Not wanting to show you that side of him is one of the reasons why he controls some of your movements.

Doubts

Undoubtedly, your relationship with Overhaul leads your mental health to somewhat deteriorate. Yes, you love him, but it doesn't stop you from suffering from breakdowns sometimes, wondering how you came to be so attached to him, and asking yourself endlessly if you made the right choice to follow him down his path. You look back on your couple and come to doubt some of your choices. You do your best not to have breakdowns in front of him, but know he's bound to occasionally walk in on you having one. The first time he surprised you in the middle of a breakdown, he asked you what was wrong, visibly worried. And when you gathered the courage to tell him what was troubling you, his expression changed. He told you he understood your feelings but added he couldn't empathize with them, since he's never truly had that conflict. Having lived in the Shie Hassaikai clan since his earliest years, he's never had another choice but to live like a Yakuza. Unlike you, who didn't grow up a villain. Despite your different backgrounds, he still validates you and accepts you in his life, and you're grateful for that. But, although he tells you he wants you to open up to him regarding your doubts, you can never bring yourself to do so.

Equality

He may be a Yakuza, and one hell of a bad man criminally-wise, but Overhaul still has principles. And one of them is that he respects women. Unlike what some people might think, he's not the type to disrespect you, his female partner, simply because you're a woman. He believes in full gender equality, whether it is in private or business matters. In fact, for Overhaul, what determines someone and the level of worth they hold as an individual is not the controversial features people usually bicker about (such as gender, skin color, or age), but their place in society and what they can do to change the latter for the better.

Fear

You love Overhaul, you've found this out for yourself throughout your relationship with him, with your feelings for him having only gotten stronger since you've started dating. You love him for all his flaws, all his qualities, his personality, everything that makes him, him. And yet, despite all the time you've spent with him, the one thing you're still not used to is how intimidating he comes off as. You've always felt a certain aura emanating from him, like a strong force, instinctively commanding respect upon anyone who comes across him. And this feeling is even stronger when you two are alone. Whether he does it unconsciously or not, his words often weigh a certain pressure, especially when addressed to you. Sometimes, you can't help but even feel scared of certain things he says or does. You're not blind to the things he does at "work", you know his motives and how he controls his minions. You've even once witnessed for yourself how he got rid of one of his men by killing him using his Quirk, making him explode, repainting the walls red. You quickly realized you weren't supposed to see that. You had walked in on the scene, and by the time he had noticed you were there, it was too late. He seemed panicked, his eyes wide open, keeping his distance from you. He quickly cleaned himself before approaching you, asking you if you were okay as he saw you were visibly shaken up. You knew deep down he was regretting his action, because now he was afraid you'd be too scared to be with him. After all, he's a murderer, and isn't afraid to be one to achieve anything he's aiming for. You know that. But you sucked it all in, told him you were fine, and neither of you talked of it again. Since then, he's made extra sure that an accident of the like never happens again, starting by making it clear to you that he loves you too much to ever hurt you in such a way.

Germaphobia

Habits: Overhaul is a germaphobe, everyone knows this, and you especially over all others. He doesn't consider himself a cleaning freak, and actually corrects people who call him that way. Yes, he wants things around him to be clean, to make sure he doesn't come in contact with anything that could affect his system, but that doesn't make him the type to sweep his home every day. He doesn't mind when things are slightly messy and tolerates a little dust, as long as it doesn't accumulate. His main issue with germs is when they come in direct contact with him, thus leading him to wear a mask and gloves constantly. Before he met you and started living with you, he washed his hands every hour, and never took his mask off around others, no matter the context. But over time, through conversation and guiding, you managed, not without difficulty, to progressively take his habits down one level. At first, it was hard for him, since it meant changing life-long habits, but with your help, he now washes his hands at acceptable amounts, and under certain circumstances even accepts to take off his mask in public.

Touch: Because of his germaphobia, it can sometimes get quite hard for you to live with Overhaul, but not for the reasons people might think. He can be strict when it comes to physical touch between the two of you, simply because he fears catching an infection or something of the like. In order to prevent that from happening, he asks you to always wash your hands properly before touching him, and the same goes for your mouth if you wish to kiss him. This can sometimes feel heavy on you, especially if you're a touchy-feely person who needs physical touch. But you can't blame him for it, that's the way he is. Besides, you know well that since you started dating him, his germaphobia went up a notch, because he now fears for the both of you. As much as he wants to keep germs away from himself, he also has someone else to protect from them.

Kitchen authority

Another result of Overhaul's germaphobia is his desire to always be the one to cook. It has nothing to do with trust, or doubting your abilities in the kitchen, but he prefers to be the one to cook. Although it may not show, he's a very skilled cook, due to many years of making his own food in the past. He makes excellent dishes for the both of you, with care and attention, and you make sure to thank him each time for it. Your culinary compliments may seem like they don't affect him, as they don't trigger many reactions in him, but deep down he feels the pride to know he made you happy with one of his dishes. If you ever come to implore him to let you cook for him for a change, it's likely he'll end up accepting, but rest assured he'll be monitoring you the whole way through and watching your every move to make sure you do everything perfectly.

Masks

Overhaul has developed a habit of wearing different masks according to what he's doing, such as his crow mask, which he wears for work, and his set of plain black masks, which he wears when he goes out on more casual occasions. One moment you still have engraved into your memory is the day he had awkwardly confessed to you he didn't know which mask to wear when he was alone with you. It had made you laugh, which further annoyed him, but you quickly reassured him that it didn't matter much to you. You told him that it was up to him, and after that day, he decided he would wear his plain masks around you, thinking it was admittedly more comfortable. Eventually, after dating you for long enough, he took a huge step forward and decided he would not wear a mask at all when he would be alone with you, which had earned him praises and congratulations from your part. In the earlier stages of your relationship, you had also tried taking a step in his direction by gifting him masks as a way to show him your support and that you accept him for his germaphobia, but he had to turn down your offer by telling you he preferred to buy his masks himself, to make sure of their composition. However, he had still thanked you for your original idea, and despite never having told you, he still feels grateful for it.

"Overhaul"

Overhaul has made it clear to everyone that he has long buried the name "Chisaki", and you are no exception. At the beginning of your relationship, he had told you not to use it when addressing him, and you didn't see any reason to oppose it. However, you can get tired of calling him "Overhaul", especially in private settings, so you sometimes allow yourself to call him "Over" in order to preserve the aspect of nicknames, which you find important in a relationship, or whenever you want to show him a softer side of yourself. At one point, you had talked it over with each other, and he had told you you could call him "Kai" if you really wanted to. But you keep that for only the most intimate of moments...

Pet names

Overhaul isn't necessarily attached to the notion of pet names within a couple, and is mostly content enough with calling you by your name. However, as your relationship progresses through time, a time eventually came when he asked you if you wanted to be called by certain nicknames, since he started feeling more comfortable around you. He made it clear that if you did want to be nicknamed, you would be the one to choose them. He wanted to make sure he would call you by names that would please you and make you feel loved. You told him he was free to choose for you, but he insisted it was up to you. You ended up telling him what your favored pet names were and he's never forgotten them since. Although he mainly sticks to your name, he calls you by those pet names every now and then, keeping them for when he's feeling personal or domestic around you.

Quirks

You know well that Quirks are a touchy subject to talk about with Overhaul, hence why you rarely do so. But, one thing you just couldn't avoid revealing and inevitably had to bring up with him when you two first met was your nature, whether you had a Quirk or not. In the case where you were born Quirkless, the first time you had told him about it had seemed to have somewhat appeased him. It was only some time later, after learning what his "job" is and what his ideals are that you understood why he was content with you being deprived of powers. Although it had sounded weird to you at first when he had told you he was glad you had no Quirk, you came to understand that he feels this way because he sees you as pure and "clean" for it. To him, it means you represent even more than ever someone that he needs to protect. In the case where you were born with a Quirk, you couldn't help but feel fear the first time he confronted you about it. You knew about his morals and dreaded he would reject you for having powers, finding you gross and unworthy of his love. But, to your surprise, he told you he didn't mind it that much, and accepted you for who you are nonetheless. Ever since you've been together, you've brought it up with him only once, and he made it clear he accepts your Quirk because he knows you're not using it to play hero. Getting with him in the first place meant following him on his trails and more or less agreeing with his ideas, and that's enough of a reason for him to accept you by his side. Besides, all ideals aside, you know he loves you enough to not let his morals dictate his feelings towards you, and that he loves you no matter what your powers are, or even if you've got none.

Sex

It had taken you by surprise when Overhaul had told you that if you wished to have sex with him, you had to be the one to ask him for it. He explained to you that he didn't see it as a priority in your couple, and that he preferred dedicating his time to other ways of loving you, and it'd lead him to never ask you for some time under the sheets. And indeed, he never has. Ever since you've been together, you've been the one making advances each time. But that doesn't mean he turns them down, or that he doesn't appreciate sex. He actually quite enjoys it, firstly because he knows it pleases you, but also because it allows him to spend quality time with you. His sex manners are of the most common type, consisting in the most basic of positions, and rarely including kinks. But rarely doesn't mean 'never'. Sometimes, he admits it, he uses the opportunity of having sex with you to finally externalize certain emotions he's bottled up and lash out at your body. During those kinds of nights, he's even more passionate, and rougher too. He holds you tighter, pressing his entire body against yours, and even drops sensual whispers into your ears. Even when giving you this kind of sex, he's still loving towards you, asking you every now and then if you're hurting anywhere or if he's being too rough. Deep down, you fight the desire to ask him to be even rougher, wondering what it would be like if he truly gave it his all. It's evidence for him to always wear a condom when having sex with you, since he hates the thought of you filled with "filthy fluids". But that doesn't stop the quality of his sex from being extremely good, saddening you when it comes to an end, making you wish for more. But you know what comes afterward is just as good. After you're both done, he takes you to the bathroom, and steps into the shower with you, to cleanse both your bodies and minds. Under the pouring hot water, he continues to caress you and whisper to your ears how much he loves you.

Work

You'd say there's nothing in this world Overhaul is more dedicated to than his work. But, ever since you got with him, he is just as passionate about your couple as he is about his work. It's safe to say these are the only two things in his life he views as important and worth his time. Devoting himself to both his work and your relationship, he made it clear from day one that he would love for you to work alongside him. You knew right from the start what his "job" consisted of, and you had chosen to accept it nonetheless. You were somewhat expecting him to impose on you the role of the "Boss' wife", forcing you to work with him, and that was a harder thing for you to process. But, in reality, he had asked you at the beginning of your relationship if you wished to work for his clan, accompanying him in his daily activities, or if you rather wanted to stay out of it, leading your own working life by yourself. You had been very grateful to see him considerate enough to leave you the choice, and still are to this day. The thought of working by his side had intrigued you, leaving your imagination picture how you'd be walking next to him throughout the halls of the clan's headquarters, a newfound feeling of empowerment emanating from you. But on the other hand, choosing a job in something unrelated to the clan seemed the most suitable option, since it would not only give you alone-time outside of home, but would also keep you clean from any of Overhaul's activities, therefore helping keep up appearances. Whether you've decided to work alongside him as the co-Boss of the clan, or work on your own, he loves you just as much, and respects whichever choice you made that day.

Yakuza principles

Overhaul has always perceived himself as a true Yakuza ever since he first joined the Shie Hassaikai, and has always given importance to making a distinction between Yakuza and villains. The main noticeable difference between the two is the code of honor that Yakuza clans impose upon themselves, to make order and organization rule within the group. And Overhaul's clan is obviously no exception. For a man such as him, who wishes to always have everything under control, it's essential he has all his men agree to a specific set of principles and rules. However, something you hadn't expected when you started dating him was to also be imposed these rules. He had told you explicitly that whether you desired to join him in his work or not, you'd still have to obey the rules of his clan. This meant not telling any exterior party about the clan's activity, whereabouts, and identities, in order to protect both the members and you. You had decided to comply with this rule, among the others he had presented to you. But, aside from the initial surprise it had created in you, it has never had any actual impact on your relationship. You go by his rules, in and outside of work, and it satisfies the both of you. After all, you know well he trusts you, otherwise, he would have never started dating you in the first place, and that always makes you happy to think about.

Zealousness

In your eyes, Overhaul is the perfect illustration of a zealous man. He always comes off to you an enthusiastic and passionate regarding the things he does and the things he cares about. It begins with his work, which he puts above all else, and considers to be of the utmost importance. He's got plans, which count trying to make the Yakuza stronger and making his ideal a reality, and he'd do anything to achieve these goals. But his commitment doesn't stop at his work. He's also extremely devoted when it comes to his personal life, especially with you in it. He wholly dedicates his time to you when you two are alone, showing you how important your couple is to him. He tries his best to make it work and doesn't hesitate to go to extreme lengths sometimes, just to make sure you're happy with him and that you won't find anything to reproach him for. It took you some time to notice the true reason behind his actions, and when you understood why he was so committed to you, it surprised you. You hadn't expected him to be the type of man to have these types of doubts, but it also did make you understand how much he loves you. You remind him daily that he doesn't need to do such things for you to believe in his love, but you know deep down that he'll never change, and will always keep on reinforcing the foundations of your couple.

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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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Keepin' It Sleazy: Overhaul's Onahole

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Dedication: This fic it for my girl RamenAddicted

Summary: Your father owed the Shie Hassaikai a debt. A debt he failed to pay. Chisaki Kai comes to collect.

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Author chooses not to use tags

A/n: I've chosen not to use tags outside of a general Dead Dove. With that being said, if you been on my blog, you have an idea of what I write. It 100% darker than anything I've given you before. Please keep that in mind. If you can think of it and it's fucked up, it's prolly in this fic. Assume the worst

Spatchkas Overhaul is the b e s t Overhaul

Reader Visual, for Before and After

You lay on the cushioned bench, naked and trembling.

Kai Chisaki stood over you, taking you in. “Look at you Y/n. So pretty as nothing more than an onahole.”

His words made you tremble harder, as tears slid down your face.

Overhaul glowered at you, not at all moved by your tears. “There’s no point in your tears now. Your father should have paid me. Then his precious daughter wouldn’t be subjected to paying his debts.” All this was said, while he fucked your glistening asshole with a jeweled buttplug. “Everyone’s so damned incompetent lately, that I need to see to your family’s debt myself,” the yakuza said as he watched you writhe and squirm. “Honestly I don’t see how you’d think he’d come back to save you in time, he owes me thousands.”

The word was emphasized by the final push of the plug into your ass. He rubbed approvingly at a dark asscheek, before admiring the slick fat lips of your pussy. He loved watching you get wet from having your ass played with. Loved seeing the ways your body responded to being violated.

He took his thumbs and spread the lips of your pussy apart. He watched raptly as the gooey mess between your lips was revealed. Your cunt was pretty and dark and pristine. Engorged fat and twitching, untouched by anything except your toys, clit hard and sticky.

He pressed his face into your core, and slid his tongue into you in a filthy parody of a kiss. As he licked he breathed you in deeply. He sucked and savored the way you rolled across his senses, completely ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

Above him, you were crying. Little whimpers and cries filled the small room as the villain kneeled between your legs and ate your pussy.. You looked down, through blurry eyes just in time to see him pull away. A thick gooey strand of your slick and his saliva connected you and made for a perverse picture. You watched him reach down and heard the jingle of his belt being undone.

“P—Please, you can’t d—do this. Daddy said he’d bring you your money. Just give h—him more t—time, you don’t have to do this!” You tried to push yourself away from him. To save what little virtue you had left.

Kai laughed as he stood undoing his dark button up. You watched in mounting dread as he stripped himself down, until there’s nothing left but his gloves. When he peeled those off, stared you down, knowing you’d heard what his quirk allowed him to do to people.

After folding his clothes and setting them aside, he gazed at your body reverently. Greedily. As if he was finally getting his paws on a much wanted toy.

For years he’d watched you. Watched the Old Man do business with your father, and could never tear his eyes away from the beguiling quirkless daughter, he brought with him to see the boss's daughter. Even after she was gone, you were brought along out of habit. Left in Overhaul’s care time and time again.

You stood there pristine and untouchable. So perfect and unsoiled. Too good for the life your father led. Too good for him.

Despite his own OCD, he wanted to undo that. Wanted to strip you bare and leave his own less than clean fingerprints all over you. To despoil and soil your virtue until you were filthy enough to be his.

Now as he stood before you, admiring deep brown beautiful skin, he had finally been given everything he’d ever wanted.

He moved forward and you flinched as a warm hand slid greedily over your form. Your tears rolled faster and the soft pads of his thumbs ran over the peaked nipples. You shuddered as he focused on them, pinching and tugging on them roughly.

Before you know it Kai’s slotted himself between your legs. The tip of his dick notched between messy lips. The sound of your sobs only served to make him twitch against you, but when you started struggling he grew irritated.

“Resisting is pointless, Y/n. You’ve been sold to the Shie Hissaikai—Sold to me.” He rocked his hips forward sliding into your hot wet folds. He savored your wetness coating his dick, dragging himself back and forth until it caught at the contracting leaking entrance of your pussy. Predatory gold locks on to teary brown.

“That means, you’ve been given to me to be my personal fleshlight. A trainable onahole to wrap around my dick. A living fuck toy, to use as I please.”

Abruptly, he thrust forward into the gooey grip of your walls. He feels how they shudder as he fucks into you and takes delight in the punched out noise you made. He fucked you roughly, feeling every quiver and ripple of your pussy. The way you cradled him was perfection in a way his quirk could never hope to attain.

He groaned, watching your face contorted in agony and pleasure. Clearly distressed that your tormentor could make your body experience pleasure like this.

When a smirk overtook his mouth, you felt disgust with yourself at ever having found the man attractive, when he was clearly a sick son of a bitch. You do your best to glare up at him, tears prickling in your eyes. Kai just raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t know why you’re angry at me, Y/n. Your ever-doting daddy’s the one who abandoned you,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Who gave me your address so you could be taken in the night. Does it hurt knowing your daddy just threw you to the wolves to be my personal whore?”

You shook your head in denial. “D—Daddy would never do that to me. You’re lying!”

You lay there, furious. How dare this monster try to lie on Daddy! All he ever wanted was to do right by you as a father. He was getting Overhaul his money, he’d never abandon you. Never sell you!

You were dragged from your thoughts by Kai grabbing you by the chin.

He made you look at him as he slowly dug you out. “Your sorry excuse of a father was given the tools he needed to bring me my money. Instead he hasn’t been seen for days,” he growled as he took hold of your legs and pressed them to your chest, to angle his dick so he could properly use you. “He missed the deadline and my men haven’t caught sight of him in his usual haunts. Does that sound like the behavior of a devoted and loving father?”

He spat at you, irritated. “I mean honestly. The only good thing that’s come from you, being this sheltered, is how pristine this pussy was.” He let go of a leg to smack lightly at your clit. You clenched around him and Kai moaned, as his free hand slid up your body.

A deadly hand slid around your neck and he hastened his pace. You were driven into slow madness as the Yakuza stroked you out and pressed down on the veins around your neck. You feel his mouth latch on to your left breast and shudder at the way his tongue feels.

He latched and sucked harshly, making your back arch off the bench and into his hand. You felt lightheadedness take its hold further.

Below Kai groaned as he sucked at you as if he could pull milk from you if he tried hard enough. He let go of your throat to resume the circles on your clit, as you lay gasping for air. Filth was whispered into your ear, as the man continued to use your body to get off.

“That’s a good fuckhole. Be good and let me dirty this pretty pussy and you’re gonna cum from it.”

You shook in his hold, lips quivering in your struggle to keep yourself from moaning, but the rest of your body couldn’t lie. The rapture of it ever present, making you come apart at the seams. And all you could do was just take it.

Take it as Kai took his pleasure from your increasingly sloppy hole.

“Your cunt’s gonna cream around me, Y/n? Gonna squeeze this nut from me, until you’ve fulfilled your purpose.” His thumb grows insistent “Cream on your new Daddy’s dick.”

You cried out at the Yakuza’s filthy words, your orgasm lancing through you in heavy waves of ecstasy. Tears rolled down your face. Whether it was in despair or pleasure, no one could tell

Kai watched you raptly. Your beautiful lewd face was all he could look at, smug in the fact that he was the only man to ever make you look like this. He only looked away to look at the creamy mess your pussy made on him as he used you, letting his orgasm overcome him.

It was Nirvana as his hand sank deeply into coiling dark hair. He pulled you off the bench and dragged you to kneel at his feet. His glistening dick bounced in your face and you flinched.

“Look at how filthy your pretty lil’ pussy is, Whore.” Yellow irises glinted in the low light of the sparse room, as he glared down at you. “Now clean it up.”

You stared at the still hard dick as it twitched and oozed with the remnants of it’s last release. It was covered in both your fluids.

He drug you forward, until your face pressed against his dick and sac. It was sticky and warm against your face and your were happy he was clean shaven there. He angles your head and you take the hint and kiss at his still full sac with quivering plump dark lips.

He met your gaze head on and you could feel the threat in the air. “You can get to work or you can learn what it feels like being pulled apart molecule by molecule.”

Dark eyes widen in fear, but you kiss less hesitatingly at his balls, before giving them a shy lick. When Kai groaned, you took that to mean you were on the right track. You lapped up your cream from his shaft, doing your best to ignore the salty bitter taste on your tongue. You fought against the immediate urge to pull away and took the head in your mouth.

You tried to take him in slowly. To ease into it, but Kai didn’t care.

He took you by the hair and forced your mouth wider as he slid into the wet cradle of your throat.

Panic sets in and you try to pull away, but his hand stays firm.. You choked and gagged as the Yakuza plundered your throat, desperately hitting at his strong thighs to no avail.

Above you, he savored your struggles as he worked himself to climax again. “This is something you should get used to, Y/n. Afterall, you’ll be servicing someone after me tonight.”

The blood in your veins went cold and fear ran down your spine as you struggled to look up at Kai, through his rough treatment.

The terror must have been clear in your eyes, because Kai swore and fucked your face with new zeal.

All you could do was kneel there and struggle to breath, throat and jaw ached as the older man used you.

After a while tears started building in your eyes and you struggled to keep them at bay with the wracking sobs that could take up no room in your already crowded throat. You kneeled there before the monster, being used as if you were his personal onahole and despite all this, your pussy throbbed from the abuse.

You found yourself despondently wondering when it would end, when you felt the man’s dick harden impossibly, before he completely dislodged himself from your throat.

Dazed and confused you struggle to speak with your abused throat, but you’re shocked into silence by Kai’s warm cum shooting across your face.

Kai stroked his dick, until your face was glazed in him. Took in the sight with a satisfied smirk. “There we go, the last touch for our guest.”

Stiffening, you backed away, scrambling back into the wall next to the bench. Looking at it now you noticed there’s a chin-rest jutting from the wall and a hole big enough to expose the bottom part of your face. Directly above the bench.

You looked back at him as he moved to tower over you and shook in trepidation.

The warm light shone from behind him like a bastardized halo, as he smirked down at you.

“Why must you continue to be so difficult?”

~Jump Cut~

Overhaul had you draped across the bench, head resting firmly in the chin rest. You could do nothing as his uncut dick was pressed meanly into your pussy for the second time that night. You whimpered as he filled you out and tried hard to suppress how good he felt nearly splitting you open.

But you couldn’t, as the man began slow fucking you.

He built a slow pace to madness over the course of hours, filling your pussy and toying with the plug in your ass. It made your eyes cross as he forced pleasure on your body.

Hours later the small room was filled with a loud sloppy sound of your pussy being violated and your whimpers for Kai to stop.

The villain paid you little mind though. Just sated himself on your body. He’d come in you countless times at this point and the proof was in the fact that your lower half was a mess from your constant coupling.

Gooey white cum made a tacky mess between you and the only thing keeping Kai’s disgust at bay, was the depravity of it all. He got to dirty something so clean. You’d been utterly untouchable and now there he was, between your legs, pulling you apart and making you unrecognizable to the pampered princess you were at your father’s side.

There was just one more step.

At that exact moment, he heard movement from the adjourning room. He seated himself balls deep in you and stopped moving so you could hear.

You whined high and distressed at the feel of the man filling your inexperienced pussy, before you too noticed the noise on the other side of the wall. The sound of footsteps filled the silence. Then the jostling of a belt.

You tensed and you knew the vile man above you took pleasure in watching your fear ramp up. You tensed further when you felt him lean down. His warm chest pressed against your back in a corrupted gesture of comfort, as he whispered in your ear.

“Looks like your first client is here. Now the real fun begins.”

No sooner did he say it, did the fat uncut head appear in the hole in front of you. From the angle you were at you could see the thick deep brown shaft, with thick veins running along it. It twitched where it hung pointing straight at you, oozing with pre cum. He smelled of musk and alcohol. Making you want to cringe away.

Overhaul spoke in your ear again, breath ghosting over your ear like a sick parody of a lover’s intimacy. “Be a good onahole and open up.” His bare hand caressed your throat in clear threat.

Shaking anxiously, you licked the tip of it, and felt disgust roil through you, at the man’s muffled groan. Your tongue twirled around his tip making him grunt and thrust forward. You choked, knowing that moving away could very well run up that last of your captor’s patience.The stranger fucked deeper and you struggled to swallow around him.

Kai took pity on you and gave instruction on how to pleasure the john.

“That’s it, lick the underside of it.”

“Breath through your nose when he slides into your throat.”

“That’s it. Gag on it. Listen to him moaning, he loves that.”

“Uhn uh don’t swallow it, leave it sloppy.”

Under his guidance, you had the stranger swearing and desperate.

“Goddamn, where’d they find you? Never thought I’d find anyone who sucked my cock like this. Bet your other holes will feel better.”

His hips moved faster as his muffled voice filtered to you from the speaker Overhaul had built into the wall. It was distorted but disturbing nonetheless. Labored breathing was loud and you shuddered to think of the liquor you might smell on his breath.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? “ His breathing became more labored and thrust harsher, the force of them making your jaw ache.“Sloppy lil’ onahole. Bet yer’ desperate to get your hole filled by Daddy’s dick.”

His voice grew strained and the rhythm of his hips disjointed, but his mouth kept running. Tears rolled down your face as you took the abuse and—

“I’m gunna dirty that pretty face and then turn you around to force my way into that ass.” His grunting filled your ears as he did exactly that. His dick was still buried in your throat when he came. You gagged as the bitter fluid hit your pallet.

You gasped for breath when he pulled out, but your relief was short lived, when the hot deluge of the man’s cum shot across your face. You closed your eyes to hold in your disgust and tears.

You were so overwhelmed and distressed. The weight of one man hot against your back, pinning you down and battering his way into your pussy, and the taste of the revolting man in front of you on your tongue. The scent of him in your nose.

“Look at you, Y/n. So pretty when you get used as you’re meant to.” He pulled away as the man continued to cum, taking sick satisfaction in watching the john’s cum mix with his own. When you began to shake, he angled your face better to see and the sight made his dick jump where it sat snug inside you.

Fat tears rolled down your face, mixing with the vulgar mess there and Kai groaned as he witnessed the physical manifestation of your despair join in the way he’d sullied you. It made him stroke forward, battering the tip of his dick into the squishy ring of your cervix.

Tear filled eyes crossed as you were forced to lie there and take it.

Just when you were ready to resign yourself to that fate, Kai sat you up and pulled you off his dick. He turned you around and took a moment to admire the sticky mess that connects to his length, before he set you down. You dazedly watched him lean over and touch the wall, to see the evidence of his quirk activate.

When the light dispersed, you could see an oblong looking hole where the gloryhole had been. From the shape of it, you knew what it was meant for, even before Kai manhandled his way under you and got you positioned correctly.

Correctly being sinking down on the yakuza’s dick, while slotting your still jeweled ass into the hole, for the stranger’s access.

Hands scramble fearfully against Kai’s chest, as he held you aloft and buried himself into you repeatedly. On the other side of the wall the John toyed with the plug, fucking you with it, in counterpoint with how Kai was fucking into your pussy. It feels so good to be filled from both ends, but the way it’s happened is enough to make you sob into the chest of the man beneath you.

“Please—Don’t let him—” Your voice broke off when he pulled the plug free with a lewd pop that left you feeling empty. Big sweaty palms graped your asscheeks, keeping your winking hole exposed, as he groped you.

He fondled you, enjoying the way your soft flesh jiggled and shook.. “Of course a whore has an ass this fat. Fuck~” He gave it a harsh smack, causing you to cry out and clench on Overhaul’s dick.

The man beneath you groaned, but you were quickly distracted by the feeling of something hot and wet dripping into your gaping hole.

“Nasty lil bitch,” he said after spitting on your asshole again. “Bet you can’t wait for Daddy’s dick to stretch this ass more.” His fingers followed his statement, roughly filling you with three thick digits. “Don’t worry Daddy’s gunna wreck this virgin hole. Every bastard after me is gunna be able to slide right in.”

Unbeknownst to the man playing with your ass, you clutched tightly at Overhaul’s chest, tears tracking down dark cheeks. All the while you pussy rippled around Kai as if it didn’t want him to pull out.

Kai chuckled, reveling in your misery.

“You heard that, Y/n? Don’t you want your Daddy’s dick?” He didn’t wait for a response. Just pulled you by your hair, to make you look at him. He admired the mess of cum and tears on your face. It made him harder than he’d ever been. “Won’t it feel good to have both your holes stuffed.” He cupped your jaw in his hand, and you blearily stared into yellow eyes. The smile he gave you was small and sinister. “You’ll be a proper onahole then.”

The noise that leaves your mouth is one of distress, bone deep and tormented. You try and wrench your face from his grip, but he doesn’t let you. So you resort to clawing at his chest, still begging. Hoping still that he’ll listen to your pleas. That it’ll end with only his full violation of your body.

“Kai please! No—Daddy’s gonna come!” Your voice is a warbling, agonized whimper. “He'll bring you the money. Just don’t let him—”

Abruptly you feel the man’s fingers leave your ass. Panic lanced through your chest, but your could do nothing as the fat head of the john’s dick was smacked against your asshole. You felt as if the breath was snatched from your lungs as he slid deep into your twitching hole.

Harsh hands squeezed your cheeks as he began to fuck into you with abandon. His dick reached places you never achieved hitting with slim butt plugs and toys. He dragged across places inside you that made your mouth drop open and stars burst behind your eyes.

You stared sightlessly ahead, drool dripping from your mouth. It felt so fucking good. Too fucking good. Too wrong. These men were taking from you in ways that no one ever had and you were getting off on it!

“Aww look at you, Whore. Who would have thought you’d be this much of a butt slut? Does Daddy feel that good? Just gunna lay here and take our dicks like the obedient Onahole I know you are. Just a slick hole meant for pleasing and servicing stranger men. Go on, Y/n. Admit it.”

“N—No,” you whimpered weakly. “Daddy’s coming. He’s going to p—pay y—you!” You shook atop Kai. Shook as he and the stranger took your innocence. Used you as their personal fleshlight.

You hold onto that hope, as you lie there, forced to listen to the loud gushy mess that is your pussy and the rhythmic smack of the stranger’s hips against your plump asscheeks.

Euphoria was forced upon your body. You trembled and shivered, crying as the men inside you forced themselves on you, along with their pleasure .

And what could you do?

Enjoy it.

All you could do is let wave after wave of endorphins batter at your mental walls, all the while holding out hope that your father will come save you and make it better. That’s the only solace you gave yourself as you laid there, by the most powerful Yakuza in the city and some random john.

You whispered it over and over, through sobbing moans as both men worked your ass and pussy over.

“Daddy’s comin’. Daddy’ll make it all better..”

That over and over until Kai notices.

He doesn’t stop fucking you. Just made you look at him, with the gentlest touch to the chin. It’s the most tender touch you’d received all night. His smile is soft as well. Not the evil one of earlier. It was the smile he’d given you when you both accompanied your fathers on business.

The same smile he’s lured you in with.

Suddenly dread took hold of your heart and you looked up into yellow eyes.

The smugness was gone. The perverse satisfaction was gone. What stood in Chisaki Kai’s eyes now was mania, pure obsessive mania and it was focused solely on you.

“You think your precious daddy cares about you? He sold you to me. When I came to either collect my money or atomize his worthless carcass, he begged for his life. Said he had collateral, so I could be sure he paid up.” He paused, letting you digest that, before going on. “He gave me your address. Gave me the security code for the gate and alarm system.”

You were shaking in his arms now. In pleasure or denial, he couldn’t tell and didn’t care to.

“So I took you and you were safe until we reached the deadline.” He caressed your cum covered cheek as if you were the most precious thing.

“And you know the real kicker to this? When I told you my men couldn’t find your father? I lied. We found him just fine, with triple the money he owed me. He won it at the casino, can you imagine?” Overhaul paused as he looked up into puffy dark eyes, admiring how tears gathered in your water line.

“That was days ago, Y/n.”

He watched you freeze. Watched your denial form on your lips and listened to it. Sucked it up like a sweet nectar, so he could spit poison back at you.

“He’s had the money to save you for days and has left you to my mercy.” His hips moved harsher now, fucking into you with mean determination, clearly no longer dragging out your torture. He’d rather give into his vices.” His other hand snaked between you, to rub circles into your clit. “And oh does your Daddy have vices, Y/n.”

You tried to shake free of his grip on you, to no avail. You were forced to look into the face of your tormentor as he forced your body to comply with his perverse wants and spouted lies about your father.

“His favorite vice? Women. He buys whores left and right. Buys their time and fucks them stupid. But their pimps always have rules so he never could do what he really wanted. The only thing he loved more than fucking some filthy bitch is anonymous hook ups.” The look in his eyes is that of a predator going in for the kill and it puts your heart in your throat.

“Your Daddy liked a special brand of gloryhole. One where you got more than the regular services.” Kai paused looking at your face contort in denial and disbelief. “I received more than one report of him wetting his dick in those filthy stalls, and honestly Y/n I had enough.”

His stroke became long. He dragged himself in and out of you, the man on the other side of the walls a perfect counterpoint to Overhaul. His grunts filtered through the speaker and you kept your denial firm in your horrified mind.

You knew daddy’s voice and the sick bastard fucking your ass wasn’t him!

“I had my men put out word of a new elite Onahole. That serviced elite clientele with their special talents. The clientele get to pay for any number of holes and use them to their hearts desire.”

Nausea roiled through you anew. He couldn’t mean what you thought he meant. It was unthinkable.

It was diabolical.

Yellow eyes glittered with malicious glee. Kai derived more pleasure from his plot itself than being inside you. “I knew he’d take the bait.” He continued to touch you like a lover. Gentle circles on your clit and deadly fingers holding you like you’ll break.

You meet his eyes with mounting horror as he goes on, body still falling to the attention of the villain and of…

“Now look at him. Feel him. He had everything he needed to save you. His precious baby girl. And he gave it away for a good fuck. Gave it away to ruin his daughter’s virgin hole. Tell me Y/n, does Daddy feel good? Did you like choking on your father’s dick and making him cum on your face?”

You stared at him, wide eyed and horrid. You started struggling. Struggling harder than ever. Trying without success to pull away from him—Away from your daddy’s dick! At some point you started hitting him. Beating at his chest and screaming, unintelligible and revolted.

All the while Kai watched rapturously. He finally got to see you unmade and hysterical. The look of shame and horror over taking your dark beautiful face. He gets to watch you experience true humiliation and mortification while you take his dick.

The high of his achievement was transcendent.

“Daddy could have saved you thrice over, but instead he chose making you his favorite Onahole of the night. I hope he enjoys you. Especially after the drug my men gave him. It's a powerful aphrodisiac that increases semen production and will keep him rearing to go for hours. From the force you’re being rocked into me with, it sounds like you’re doing him proud.”

As if on cue, the man's voice filtered through speakers.

“Shit! Daddy’s gunna cum. Be a good whore and take this nut. Take it all for Daddy.”

With that warning you felt your ass flood with cum, hot and thick and never ending. His hot seed filled you so much, he had to pull out. Spurt after spurt of stick cum landed on your ass.

Against overhaul’s chest you were a sobbing mess.

“Please, no more! Make him stop! I don’t wan—”

Kai’s callous laugh cut you off. “Oh but Y/n, that’s not what this pussy tells me. Since your precious Daddy started fucking you, your pussy’s been trying to milk my dick all night. Besides, why stop now? You’ve already proved what type of whore you are.”

“N—No please! I—I’m not a—w—whore,” you cried out.

Kai laughed at you again, voice going still that sweet sibilant tone. “Of course you are. You’re a whore that enjoys taking her daddy’s dick. Enjoys making your father cum. C’mon Whore, admit it.”

You shook your head in denial crying harder, but Overhaul would not be dismayed.

“You can admit it or,” He slotted his mouth next to your ear and whispered to you mockingly, like a lover. “...I could take the recording of both these rooms and release it, for all of Japan to see.”

Your mind froze in cold terror.

The idea of all your friends and family seeing you be treated like this. Seeing your daddy use you as his personal fuck hole? It was too much. Panic and humiliation pushed you into a downward spiral. Your mind tried to make sense of a way to get past this, but nothing could justify this. Could get you past the fact that your father abandoned you and then violated you for his pleasure.

It was enough to make anyone break.

And break you did.

Like a cord pulled too taut, your will snapped.

Overhaul watched it all in vindication. With renewed joy, he rubbed insistently at your clit and watched in mounting pleasure as you moaned wantonly and fucked down into his thrusts. “What are you, Y/n?”

The look in your eyes was that of glassy calm acceptance, as you stopped fighting, enjoying the act of getting used. Your voice was a soft whisper, “A whore that enjoys making my Daddy cum.”

Kai grinned maliciously. “Did it feel good when your father fucked you sweet virgin ass, Whore? Did you enjoy the way it felt when he came to you?”

You nodded, making your hair fall into your face.

“Wasn’t it just the best feeling,” Overhaul crooned at you as he felt his peak nearing. The way you submitted to him, got him off in a way he hadn’t known possible.

He only grew irritated when you shook your head no.

“What do you mean no,” his asked as he fucked you at an more punishing pace. Or at least he tried but you were actively pushing into his strokes.

“You feel the best inside me,” you whined small and deliriously.”Want your cum inside me.”

Kai looked at you as if you were the second coming. He’d never imagined he’d break you like this but he ached to give you what you wanted. “God you’re going to be my perfect onahole from now on. Sweet wet pussy for me to slide into when I’m stressed. I’ll keep you kneeling at my feet, waiting to warm and service my dick.”

You moaned, riding his dick. You could feel your daddy’s cum leaking out and joining the mess gushing from your pussy.

“Maybe I’ll use you as an incentive when my men do good. A perfect Onahole to slake their lust. After all, this pussy belongs to me, all your holes do. Look at you give it to me.”

Before you know what’s happening, Overhaul sat up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His big hand smacked your ass as he ordered you to work. “C’mon Whore, ride this dick. Take this nut out of me. Good onaholes work for their rewards.”

You moaned, as you planted your hands on his shoulders and feet on the wide bench. With great aplomb, you started bouncing up and down Kai’s dick, like it was your job. You worked his length in and out of you, adjusting your angle to hit the best spots inside you.

It felt so good to give in. To stop fighting and crying and let the villain use you for your true purpose. You looked up and him and his intense stare made him ride harder. The loud clopclopclop of your pussy was lewd and exciting. Kai made you feel amazing. Made you drip and ripple on him.

“Fuck you feel so good, Kai. Dig me out, abuse my pussy. Use it as your cumdump,” you panted hazily. “I’m only good for what you use me for. Your living onahole.”

“That’s my good obedient hole.” His hands slide up from your hips to caress your sides, before they glide over your breasts. They were a cute little handful that filled his palm before he pinched dark brown nipples. He watched your back arch and enjoyed the way your hips hitched as you fucked him. “Don’t stop now, Whore. Keep giving me this creamy pussy. Keep fucking me until I cum. Don’t you want that. Want both your holes to be fucked sloppy and dripping with me and your farher’s cum.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say, because you started frantically riding the villain’s dick. Dark hands dug gripped his tan shoulders tighter as you fucked yourself desperately. The fat spongy head battered and bullied your pussy. Dragged against your gooey walls in a lewd staccato beat. “Yesyesyes! Gimme you cum. Need it—I need it so bad!”

Kai groaned, head falling to your shoulder as you begged him for his nut. He buried his dick in your pussy harshly and unloaded as you struggled to bounce on it, with your tits still in his grasp. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he rutted into your pussy. Glancing down he could see his dick dragging his own cum out as he fucked back into you. He let your tits go and pulled you down, snug on his still spurting dick.

“Does my pretty whore want to know a secret? The same drug I gave your father, I took myself. I’m going to leave you pussy weeping tonight. Breed you nice and thorough. Don’t you want that, Whore. Are you excited to be so full of me, you’ll swell with it?”

You nodded vigorously, high on endorphins.

“Good girl, now cum on this dick. Cream all over me, Whore”

It was like some unspoken thing took hold of your body. You seized up and stars burst across your vision as your orgasm finally crashed into you. Your arms hooked around Kai’s neck, as you held onto him for dear life, wailing your bliss into the stillness of the room. When it was all said and done all you could hear was blood thumping in your ears, where you laid slumped against Kai’s chest.

“What do we say, when I give you my cum, Whore?”

“T—thank you Kai,” you said weakly into his chest, as you languished in the luscious delight that was your afterglow.

Kai smiled down at you, as he moved you both back towards the gloryhole. You let him, content to be used again.

He pulled you off his dick, ignoring the sloppy mess it made as he maneuvered your weeping center in front of the hole. You leaned into his chest and your legs were pressed flat up against the wall, pussy bare and lewdly dripping for your father’s viewing pleasure.

“Fuck no one told me, I’d have such a big slut tonight. Hope you’re excited for Daddy to slide into these sloppy seconds.” You moaned at the thought of your pussy being abused again, rolling hips forward.

“Mmph they train you real good bitch. Been trained to take Daddy’s dick.” Without warning he slapped his fat tip into the dripping lips. “Daddy’s going to fill you up all over again.”

On your side of the wall, you moaned, clutching at Overhaul, As your daddy slid into you in one thick thrust. Your eyes cross at the feel of him. It’s like your pussy’s more sensitive than before.

“He feels good inside, doesn't he Whore? Like you could cum again any second?” You nodded as you breathed heavily, while getting fucked for the third time that night.”

“That drug we took, changes the content of our cum. As soon as it makes contact with any of your pretty holes, it acts as an aphrodisiac for you. Your pussy and ass are going to be sensitive for the rest of the night. Every touch you experience will make you a thousand times wetter than before.” His finger grazed the sticky nub of your clit and you fought back the urge to roll into your daddy’s thrusts.

“I—Is that what h—happened? Why I c—came so hard?” Kai chuckled at the lewd hitch in your voice.

“No, I did some…rewiring with my quirk while you were unconscious. You’ll cum on command as long as it’s me giving the order.” He abruptly drew back and popped your clit, just as your daddy sank into you balls deep. “Now cumm all over your precious daddy’s dick, Whore”

Pain and passion seared through your body and you came with a cry on dick inside you.

As you fell apart against his chest , Kai leant forward and pressed a hand to the wall.

The section of the wall between and around your legs fell to Overhaul and revealed the glistening face of your father, caught in orgasmic bliss, eyes closed, dark blue suit jacket and shirt open. It barely registered in your broken, horny state. You just felt the thrumming pulse of his cum filling your over stuffed pussy.

You were made aware when he finally opened his eyes though.

“What in Sam hell! Y-Y/n?!” His eyes were horrified as he stared uncomprehendingly at you. He tracked his eyes to where you were joined and you watched him try and pull away.

Try being the operative word.

Little did he realize when Overhaul dissolved the wall, he also formed manacles that loop from the bottom of the wall, around his ankles. He could not move.

Terror showed in his eyes and he kept trying to get away, sickly looking quickly taking over his features. What he failed to comprehend was his continued attempts to pull out of you just surmounted to him shallowly fucking you.

“Fuck Daddy,” you moaned face lewd and uncaring. “Fuck me harder.”

Your father stared down at you in trepidation. His lips quivered and he tried to form words.

Finally Overhaul chose to break the stalemate. He gently extricated himself from underneath you and got up. He stood in all his nude glory, not a care in the world. Tan skin glistened with sweat under low light, as the yakuza leaned against the adjacent wall, arms folded.

“Okamura Kenji, so nice of you to join us. My men told me you finally paid back your debt. With extra at that. I’d be impressed if it wasn’t after the deadline for your daughter’s safety.” Kai raised an eyebrow as he took in the sight before him, focusing mostly on your beautifully dark skin and petite frame in the warm light. His dick that hung heavy between his legs gave a healthy twitch. “Though I can’t see anyone here finding fault with your callous treatment now. Tell me, did you enjoy making your daughter your personal Onahole?”

Kai felt his amusement rise when the man’s expression became irate.

“You sick fuck! How could you—Could you—My daughter—” Kenji’s voice broke off, as he turned to the side and looked as if he were ready to retch.

“Your daughter huh? After you’ve cum in every fuckable orifice she has? After you offered her up on a silver platter to lose yourself in gambling and women, you still think you have a daughter?”

Kenji looked stricken, recoiling. He looked down at you, trying his best not to look at where you wrapped around his dick. He held back a retch as he fought back tear

“Why are you crying? Doesn’t Y/n feel good squeezing around you. Left her good and creamy just for you.”

Kenji shook his head in silent denial, as if he could deny where he had his dick for the past hour. Where it still was. With choppy breaths he tried pleading “P—Please just—Just let us go. You have your money. “Lemme t—take my daughter and—”

He was cut off by Overhaul’s abrupt laugh.

“I think you’ve taken your daughter enough, Okumura, don’t you agree.”

Kenji opened his mouth to respond to that horrible statement, but a wave of need overtook him. Without his permission, his hips thrust forward, sickened by the way you moan out “daddy”.

“Oh there’s that pesky drug you took to prolong your fun!” The villain gave you an insincere smile, that was more like a baring of teeth. “It pains me to say you’re going to be like this all night.” His eyes flick down to where you’re fucking yourself on your father. “And so will she. You and I fed her enough of our drug filled cum, that she’s going to be insatiable. But that’s alright.”

He walked over to where your head rested on the bench. His dick hovered in next to your face and without hesitation you turned your head to kiss at the peaking head, as it dripped onto the floor. Kai smeared his leaking dick across your lips like a perverse parody of lipgloss.

“Good Whore, lick it up. Uh huh now take it in your mouth.” His voice cut off in a moan as you swallowed his dick down. He looked back to Kenji and through his pleasure. “You raised such a good onahole, Okumura.” He thrust forward groaning at the feeling of your choking throat contracting around him.

He looked down and caressed your bottom lip where it wrapped the base of his dick, before looking back at your father. “But you would know that, wouldn’t you? I know her pussy must be driving you mad.”

Kenji made a noise as if he were in physical pain, but that didn't stop his body from moving. Didn’t stop the way he moaned as he failed to resist the effect of the drug. Stop him from grasping your thighs and fucking into you with renewed lust.

Below him, you were having the time of your life. You felt no shame, or fear. Just the want to fulfill your purpose. To be a pretty sentient hole for your Kai. To service him and whoever he deemed worthy. You already did it— were still doing it and it was euphoria never ending.

He said you were to let daddy use you and you couldn’t even find fault with it. Not when he fucked you like this. Not when his dick— the dick that made you— was pilfering its way into your gooey center. Violating a threshold it was never meant to enter and making you cry and gasp in pleasure, around where Kai’s dick lodged in your throat.

You looked to the side to see daddy’s face and only found it in yourself to be mildly confused at the tears streaming down his face.

He looks torn between enjoying the quivering clutch of your pussy around his fat dick and the act of fucking you. Your brow creases. He didn’t have an issue before, why bother caring now, that you willingly spread yourself for him?

Overhaul noticed your distraction and wasn’t letting it slide. He pressed a thumb to your brown to massage the frown away, as he pulled out. He ignored the whine you let out and spoke.

“Why does my pretty whore seem so distraught? Is getting fucked from both ends not good enough?” His hands made their way down to your tits to pinch deep brown nipples making you moan loudly.

“Mmph daddy’s upset.” You say it with an edge of irritation and Overhaul had to hold back a laugh as he looked up to your father’s crying face. “Does that upset you, Whore?”

He twisted your nipples until you arch upwards, rolling your hips into your father’s. You both let out a whine. One lustful and the other distressed.

He relished in the debauchery in front of him before he asked again. “Well, Y/n?”

You pulled yourself from your sex induced delirium as you looked at the two men. “He won’t fuck me like before,” you say low and ragged. “He fucked me so good earlier, when he thought I was a random whore he p— paid for.” Your voice was getting choked up. Something was making you sad, but you couldn’t grasp what. “A— Am I not good enough when it’s not a random hole? Is t—that w—why you— The—reason you left—” Your voice cut off when Kai flicked at your nipples, but the tears were filling those lustful eyes regardless.

“Kai however was eating up the spectacle he orchestrated. “Don’t stop now, Whore. Tell your Daddy what he did to you—What he’s doing.”

You looked up at him, still trying to resist the urge to pound your pussy. Tears rolled down his face and a heavy sheen of sweat could be seen. His button up was pushed further open to reveal your name tattooed over his heart. He looked so agonized as you looked him in the eye.

As you looked at him, face covered in his and Overhaul’s cum, lips puffy from being wrapped around his dick. From him face fucking you, like the good hole you were. You lick at a drop that made it to the corner of your mouth and it left messy white fluid decorating your lips.

Your dark eyes were lust blown and fucked out as you spoke.

“You violated me, Daddy.”

Kenji lets out a punched out noise, sorrowful and ashamed. He can’t stop though, the drug forced him forward. Made him need your gooey cunt wrapped around his dick.

“You left me Daddy. I wasn’t good enough to keep, but I was good enough for you to use my pussy. To swallow your cum and to bounce my ass up and down your dick”

You were saying such horrible things, but you were moaning as you did. Like you were reliving the trauma, but as if it were your greatest fantasy. Kenji couldn’t fathom it. Hated having to try at all. You were never meant to be here!

But he couldn’t focus! The drug made it impossible. All he could gain any hold on was the want to fuck. The need to. He wanted to grip your thighs and turn your pussy out.

“I’m a monster,” Kenji thought through tears.

“I can’t stop,” was the last thing he thought as the sob finally broke from his throat.

His hand gripped where your thighs met your hips and pounded your pussy with aggrieved remorse.

You whined at his rough handling, still recalling his treatment with relish.

“You raped me daddy, don’t stop now.” It was said desperately and whorishly, pussy fluttering and pulling him in a sick imitation of comfort.

Tears streamed down his face as he apologized for his sins. “I’m sorry! God Babygirl. Daddy’s so fucking sorry.”

As he lunged down for your, Overhaul leaned over and took down the rest of the wall. Nothing separated you two anymore and he found himself wondering if Kenji would realized he could pull out.

He realized he was too far gone, when he stepped forward and the force of his momentum pushed you up the bench. He lumbered on, wrapping dark thighs around his waist and moving big dark hands to pull you into his rhythm.

You were crying, but it was clearly in bliss as you begged and egged Kenji on.

“Please don’t stop! Fuck me Daddy, fuck my whore pussy!” Your eyes rolled back and your pussy held onto him rapaciously.

He watched you with dismay, but rocked his hips forward to feel you contract and gush around him. He looked at your face and found the expression of pure desire there. He shut his eyes to block it out. So the fucked out expression of his daughter didn’t haunt his nightmares. For a moment he closed his eyes and just felt.

Kai was having none of that though.

He came back to you, and you thought he was going to shove his dick in your mouth, but he didn’t. He moved to straddle your face. His dick and balls dragged over your face and you relished in the musky masculine scent, as you licked and kissed at his sac. You sucked it into your mouth and lapped at his balls until Kai deemed it suitable.

He pulled back and Overhaul recomposed the bench to where your head hung over the edge. Without hesitation he fed you his dick in one choking slide.

The sound of your gagging drew your father’s attention and he opened his eyes to see the young man balls deep in your mouth, fucking you upside down.

Kai looked back at your father and grinned like the cat that got the cream. “You didn’t think you’d get to have all the fun, did you Kenji?”

“Y—You sick sonavabitch,” he groaned and he grew closer to his release.

Kai just laugh as he began fucking your throat.

Below you were having the time of your life.

Two of your holes were filled and the other was getting smacked with Daddy’s heavy balls as you leaked his cum all over them. Daddy’s thick dick stretched and stroked your pussy. It felt so damn good to be this full and his tip kissed at your cervix on each cant of his hips. You just wished you could look at the deluge of cum decorating his dick as he pulled out. You knew the sight must be filthy.

But Kai was filling your throat. The heavy weight of his dick pressed down on your tongue in an almost therapeutic way. On each backstroke you twirled your tongue around the head and pressed it under the foreskin in a teasing circle, before he slid home to your esophagus.

His balls covered your nose and you couldn’t hold back your fervor as he slowly took air from you with the salacious assault. It made you dizzy and enthusiastic in your frenzy. Made you work your throat around him. Work to swallow and gulp ardently.

His gasps and growl above you made your need for the men exploiting your body, voracious.

There was nothing but pleasure and ecstasy and bliss as they manipulated your body for their benefit. And you enjoyed it. Your sound of pleasure came from both ends as your mews around Kai were heard by both drugged men and the loud needy sound of your pussy filled both their ears.

It went on for what felt like eternity and you could feel both men tense inside of you. At some point Kai and your daddy found their way to your tits and clit.

Kenji had a hand working your messy bud over as he worked to fill you with another load, while his mouth worked your left nipple. You writhed as he nipped and sucked at it. Meanwhile Kai flicked and twisted the other and he languidly took his pleasure from your sweet abused throat.

Your orgasm had been building for ages and you could feel it hovering just out of your reach. You whined and squirmed trying to encourage them to get you there faster.

Though Kai didn’t need to be told.

“Look at you, Y/n. So desperate to nut on Daddy’s dick. Forlorn for the feeling of his cum, spilling out this used pussy.” He plucked at your abused nipple, gasping as your throat rippled around him. “Or maybe you just want me to nut in your mouth again. Want my cum painting this pretty face again.”

You made a wet yearning sound that Kai deemed good enough.

“Then cum, Y/n. If you want that, cum wrapped around your precious Daddy’s dick. Make him nut in that pretty pussy again. Maybe this time he’ll knock you up.”

Your body went off like a live wire. You arched off the bench, choking as you felt your body seize. You let out a euphoric scream, or you would have had Kai’s twitch cumming dick not occupied your throat. You swallowed as much of him as you could.

As you came you felt your daddy’s rhythm stutter as he buried himself in your shuddering pussy and reveled in the spasm and grip of abused walls. He sobbed around your tit and wet messy fingers grasping your hip for dear life.

You choked and cried as you came, basking in the feeling of being nothing but a mindless onahole for the men above you. Wave after wave of pleasure racked your body and you luxuriated in it..

Finally the men inside you, stopped cumming and pulled out. Distantly you could hear Kenji sobbing, but you ignored it in lieu of looking down at your exploited body.

You’re taken by surprise as your once flat stomach is now rounded like you’re pregnant. You groan as you attempt to shift your weight, but Kai puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You try to make sense at what you’re looking at, but your mind’s hazy in the post orgasmic afterglow.

You dazedly looked up to where Kai stood to the right of you. The tan man leaned down and picked you up in a bridal carry, cradling you against his chest.

It catches your father’s attention.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking her?! Put her down you fucking bastard!”

At the sound of his raised voice, Shie Hassakai members entered through a door you hadn’t noticed, and moved towards Kenji. They grabbed him, and pulled him kicking and screaming towards the door.

You watched them go, still in your detached afterglow, until Kai tucked your face into his chest.

“Time to get my favorite whore cleaned up. Isn’t that right Y/n?”

You hummed, nuzzling into his chest. He was warm and firm and comforting. Afterall, you belonged to him, of course he’d take proper care of you.

As you walked away towards the wall, Kai put his hand against it and it opened to reveal a narrow hallway. Just as he walked through the threshold, a loud gunshot rang out from the direction the yakuza took Kenji. Kai looked down at you, but you hadn’t even flinched, just burrowed deeper in his chest.

He smirked, walking down the dark corridor.

You were finally his.

His pretty well trained Whore.

#black fanfic writer #mha smut #bnha smut #mha x black reader #x black reader dark content #dark content black readers #moots🖤🖤#kai chisaki x black female reader #kai chisaki x black female y/n #kai chisaki x reader #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #author chose not to use warnings #reblog the fic or comment on ao3 #its not a suggestion #dont just like it #i worked very hard on this

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x-kiwi-03 · 26 days

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NO WAY TENKO'S DAD LIGIT SOLD HIM TO AFO! That's the Lov bar in the back, and Afo's text asking "How about his quirk?" And it's not Tenko's memories so it has to be Afo's. This is insane!!

My theory on the Shie Hassaikai boss being used by Afo to fuck up Kai just bumped up in possibility.

I'm shaking.

Ten's dad could've just been besties with his mom's killer, given his hatred for her, and Afo was just using him to get to Tenko. I just want evil Pops to be real (some people like Pops, he gives me a bad gut feeling).

#bnha #mha #kai chisaki #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #afo #all for one #pops shie hassaikai #shie hassaikai pops #the shie hassaikai boss #shie hassaikai boss #shimura tenko #tenko shimura #shigaraki tenko #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shiggy

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angie-starz · 20 days

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To: chisaki stans

Take this redraw and go cry

Lots of love,

Angel

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #anime #eight precepts of death #shie hassaikai #kai chisaki #chisaki kai #shie hassaiaki boss #pops mha #all for one #I have no excuse #I just felt like it

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 24 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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