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Synopsis: after a mission where you’d acted on your own, ignoring the need to consult your leader, Overhaul decided it was time to teach you a lesson in patience Warnings: pussy fingering & eating, blindfold, bondage, cunnilingus Pairing: Overhaul x fem!Reader A/N: welcome to the fourth day of Villaintober! Every like & reblog is truly appreciated ♡ ⇢ MY HERO ACADEMIA - 3

The rain whispered against the tiled roof, a steady rhythm like a metronome keeping time for the heart of the organization beating beneath it. The headquarters of Shie Hassaikai was silent past midnight - the halls were immaculate, lit by cold white bulbs that hummed faintly over marble floors polished to a mirror’s edge.

You’d learned to walk softly here. Every step was an intrusion.

Men in black suits and gloves moved like ghosts through the hallways.

No one dared make noise when Kai Chisaki was working.

You stood outside his office, the thick oak door before you bearing no nameplate, no decoration — just a gold handle that gleamed under the light. You hesitated, hand half-raised. The corridor stretched behind you, empty except for two men in suits who didn’t look at you, but whose presence was a warning in itself.

You knocked once.

“Come in.”

His voice came through the door, calm, even, and carrying that distinct weight of authority that didn’t need to rise to be obeyed.

You pushed the door open, heart steady only because you’d trained it to be.

Kai sat behind a wide desk of black lacquer, the faint reflection of his masked face shimmering on its surface. He was still dressed in the dark green coat you’d seen him wear earlier that evening, its fur collar a whisper of luxury against the hard, clinical atmosphere of the room. A single lamp cast amber light across his desk, illuminating scattered documents and a cup of untouched tea that had long gone cold.

“You’re late.”

His tone was mild which, with him, was often worse than anger. He was a man who could command silence without raising his voice, who spoke like a surgeon wielding a scalpel.

“Traffic,” you said, with a small shrug. “And one of your men stopped me at the gate.”

“Good,” he replied, leaning back in his leather armchair. “They were doing their job. Punctuality isn’t negotiable in this house.”

You almost smiled. “You say that like I’m one of your underlings.”

“Aren’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly, and though you couldn’t see his expression beneath the mask, you could feel the faint smirk that lived in his words. His gloves flexed once, that small, ritual motion he always made before handling anything, or anyone.

You stepped further inside. The door shut behind you with a soft click.

“Lock it,” Kai said without looking up.

You did. The metallic snick of the bolt echoed too loudly in the quiet.

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. The only sound was the faint rustle of paper as he shuffled through a file.

You knew better than to interrupt.

When he finally looked at you again, golden eyes glinting under the lamplight, you felt that familiar prickle down your spine - the one that came from being under his scrutiny.

“You’ve been reckless,” he said. “The shipment at the docks, you went alone.”

“It was faster that way.”

“It was stupid that way.”

The words landed cleanly, with surgical precision. He stood then, slow and controlled, like a predator that didn’t need to rush. Every motion was smooth, unhurried - terrifying in its calmness. He crossed the space between you in three quiet steps.

“Do you think this organization runs on instinct?” he asked, voice low. “Or on precision?”

You met his gaze. “Both.”

That earned you a pause, maybe surprise, maybe approval. His eyes narrowed slightly, gloved fingers brushing against the edge of the desk as though weighing his next move. “You like to test boundaries.”

“Only the ones that deserve testing.”

“And what makes you think mine are worth it?”

Your voice came quieter. “Because you never tell me to stop.”

The silence that followed was heavier than before.

You could feel it in the air, charged and brittle, like a storm about to break.

Overhaul stepped closer until he stood just before you, so close that the faint scent of disinfectant reached your nose.

His hand lifted. The glove hovered a breath from your cheek but didn’t touch. His restraint was always deliberate, and somehow, that made it worse.

“You think I’m cruel for not letting you act on your own. But you mistake control for cruelty.”

“You mistake fear for respect,” you replied vehemently.

He let out a sharp scoff, baring his teeth in a grimace that somehow managed to look like a grin. Chisaki exhaled through his nose, then reached for something on his desk - a black silk cloth folded neatly beside his papers. He turned it between his fingers, not looking at you.

“You trust me,” he stated again, as if testing the truth of it.

“I do.”

“Then sit.”

You hesitated only a moment before obeying. The chair was cold under your palms. You heard the faint sound of the silk sliding between his gloves.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered softly. “If you want to learn control, start with surrender. I think I need to grant you a lesson on how to be patient.” His voice came again, low, precise, and commanding as always. “Don’t worry. You can trust me.”

Your pulse flickered at your throat. You couldn’t tell whether it was fear or anticipation that made it race.

The silk brushed your temple as he lifted it, careful and unhurried, and tied it behind your head. The knot was firm as everything he did, and the world went dark.

You could hear the faint rustle of his coat, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the soft click of something being set on the desk.

“When you can’t see,” he said, “you start to listen. To feel. To notice what your mind overlooks. You rely too much on what you think you control. That’s where mistakes begin.”

You swallowed, nodding faintly though he hadn’t asked for an answer.

“Now,” Overhaul said softly, “tell me where I am.”

You hesitated. “In front of me.”

There was a pause, and then, his voice came. “Good, you’re starting to learn.”

You ran the tip of your tongue over your dried lips.

"Now, let's see how well you trust me,” Kai chuckled.

His gloved hands moved to your wrists, gently but firmly securing them behind the chair. He swiftly bound your wrists together with another length of silk, the fabric tightening with a practiced pull that left no room for escape.

You felt a thrill of anticipation, the knowledge that you were completely at his mercy, completely under his control.

His hands explored your body, tracing the line of your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Each touch was deliberate, each caress calculated.

You arched into his touch, the pleasure of it making your breath hitch and your body ache for more.

"You like that," Chisaki observed, his fingers lingering on the pulse point of your neck. "You like feeling helpless, don't you?"

You nodded fervently. You hated how effortlessly he could make your knees go weak.

Kai chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval. "Let's see how far you can go."

He moved behind you, his hands skimming over your shoulders, your back, your hips.

You felt the heat of his body through his clothes.

His hands slipped beneath your shirt slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin.

A gasp escaped your lips, the sensation making you squirm in your seat.

"Stay still," Overhaul ordered, his voice firm. "Or I'll make you regret it."

You forced yourself to stillness, your breath coming in short gasps.

The man’s hands continued their exploration, his touch both gentle and demanding.

You could feel the tension building within you, the need for being filled aching in your core.

"Tell me," Kai began, his voice taking on that clinical edge you'd come to associate with his interrogations. "What is it about this that excites you?"

You took a breath, the cool air in the room filling your lungs. "The loss of control," you admitted. "Knowing that I'm at your mercy, that you could do anything, and I'd trust you anyway."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "And what do you think I'd do?"

You leaned forward slightly, the chair creaking under your weight. "I think you'd make me feel things I never have before."

"You're right," he claimed, his voice a low growl. "And you’re mine. Every part of you. Every inch of your body belongs to me."

You whimpered, the words sending a rush of heat between your legs. You could feel the wetness there, the desire for him, for his touch, for his possession.

"Say it," he commanded. "Tell me you're mine."

You managed to mumble the words, the sound coming out as a muffled moan.

He chuckled again, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. "Good girl," the man praised, his voice approving. "Now let's see how much more you can take."

He moved in front of you, his hands going to the buttons of your shirt. Kai undid them slowly, one by one, his fingers brushing against your skin with each movement. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "So eager. So ready."

He spread your shirt open, revealing your bra-clad breasts. His eyes lingered on them, his gaze heated and possessive.

You arched into his touch. Even though you couldn't see his face, you knew instinctively Chisaki was grinning. "Please," you begged.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please touch me," you begged, the words coming out as a plea.

He chuckled. "Patience. You need to work on it."

His hands moved to your bra, his fingers deftly pushing the cups down, revealing your breasts.

The cool air hit your sensitive skin, your nipples hardened, and the sensation made you squirm in your seat.

"Beautiful," his voice was a low growl. The man leaned down.

You could feel the heat of his mouth, the tease of his breath on your skin.

Then his mouth closed over your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

You gasped, the pleasure of it making your body arch into his touch.

Chisaki suckled at your breast, his tongue and teeth teasing your nipple.

You could feel the pleasure building within you, the need for more aching in your core.

"You taste so good," Kai uttered. "So sweet, Y/N."

He moved to your other breast, his mouth and tongue working the same magic there.

"Please," you begged again, the word muffled by the gag. "Please, I need more."

His voice was a rasp, "I thought I made myself clear. You need to be more patient, my dear."

He slipped his knee between your legs, parting them for his liking, then one of his hands found its way between your thighs, fingers finding the damp spot on your panties. "So wet," Kai growled, "So needy."

He pushed your panties to the side and slipped a finger inside you, the sensation making your body arch more. Overhaul moved slowly, his finger sliding in and out of your tight pussy, his thumb circling your clit.

You could feel the pleasure building within your core. “Ah!” Your head lolled back, resting against the back of the chair. Instinct urged you to tug at the restraints, desperate to free your hands but reality struck just as quickly - the silk knots around your wrists were far too tight, refusing to give no matter how you twisted or strained against them.

"Spread your legs wider," he ordered, his voice firm.

You did as he commanded, your body obeying even as your mind struggled to process the sensation.

He slipped another finger inside you again, his other hand gently spanking your clit. He then rubbed it slowly, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh.

Overhaul’s fingers moving in and out of your pussy, rubbing against your G spot.

All that spilled from your lips was his name - breathless and desperate. “Kai, Kai, please… Yes, don’t stop.”

He brought you to the edge of orgasm again and again, each time denying you the release you craved so much. "You're so responsive," he let out a laugh, "I could spend hours just listening to your pathetic whines.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. "I'd like that," you managed to gasp out.

He knelt before you, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wide.

You felt his breath on your inner thigh, warm and tantalizingly close. Then, his tongue was on you, licking a slow, lazy path up your thigh.

“Ah! Yes, fuck, please, stop teasing!”

Kai’s low chuckle rolled through the room. “Didn’t I tell you we need to work on that temper of yours?” He let out a sigh, voice rich with mock reproach. “You’re such a hothead. And every action has its consequences. Keep wriggling like that, and I might just leave you tied up right here.”

“N-no… Please, don’t!” The plea tore from your throat, small and trembling, shamelessly desperate. You knew how pathetic you sounded, and yet, you didn’t care in the slightest.

His tongue moved higher, tracing a slow, lazy path up your thigh before moving to your pussy. He licked you slowly, his tongue flat and firm, then his attention focused entirely on your clitoris. Kai sucked it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in lazy circles.

Oh, how you longed to bury your fingers in his hair, to feel the soft strands slide through your touch but with your wrists bound, all that longing could do was pour out of you in a breathless, helpless moan.

He continued to suck and lick, his tongue working you in slow, deliberate strokes. Chisaki added a finger soon, sliding it slowly into your tight hole.

You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand.

He curled his fingers, pressing against that spot inside you that sent shockwaves through your body. "There," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "That's what you want, isn't it?"

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes!"

He rubbed your clitoris in slow, deliberate circles with his thumb, matching the rhythm he fingered your pussy with while scissoring his fingers inside you before lowering his head yet again to suck and lick on your pussy lips.

Only then, with a loud gasp, your body tensed as the orgasm washed over your being. Your thighs trembled and so did your entire body as your velvety walls spasmed around Kai’s digits, covering them in a thin layer of pearly juices.

"Good girl," Kai praised, his voice approving. "You did so well.”

You screamed out his name as he leaned closer again and licked your slit off your juices. You were so overwhelmed that your breaths came in ragged gasps, like a fish flailing desperately out of water.

Then you heard him shift, the sound of movement breaking through the haze clouding your senses. A moment later, the silken restraints around your wrists loosened, and the blindfold slipped away from your eyes.

When your vision adjusted your eyes watery, Kai stood over you, a faint, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He wiped his mouth, still glistening with traces of your release, with the back of his hand before meeting your gaze. “You see?” He chuckled, “You can be patient when you want to. Let this be a reminder - don’t act on your own ever again without my command. Understood?”

You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Kai rolled his shoulders, stretching lazily before leaning down to brush a finger along your cheek. A rare warmth flickered in his golden eyes as he murmured, “That’s my good girl.”

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