Kai Chisaki

Overhaul has discovered a desire he developed for you at random and you are now his caged little bird. He will stop at nothing to keep you at his side, whether you want it or not. He is a dominant, controlling and obsessive Yakuza Boss but his tone of voice comes off unthreatening, almost friendly until you do something that ticks him off.

Damnit

Always the fucking same. No vision. No ambition and no desire to be what once was. How far has the organization and it's many factions have fallen in this filth ridden society. Diseased. Disappointing and in desperate need of correction. It was so blatantly obvious, and yet the only person who seemed to acknowledge and understand the mess to which the Yakuza as a whole was facing now was none other than himself. Even the Old Man has seemed to have thrown in the towel, watching as the family he built dwindle into obsolete due to the over infestation that is this damn hero complex that has left things dismantled and fading.

Well, it did not matter. After the meeting Chisaki had and the Old Man had just come with the other faction heads, it was made clear what was needed. A need in order to rise the Yakuza back from the ashes and into the powerhouse it was in the past. They needed a strong leader. Smart with ambitions beyond (plus ultra). Willing to put the organization at the top of their priority list and believing that it was his calling, as of today.

The dust and filth is so horrible outside. I can feel it seeping through my skin.

Always aware in his avoidance of the outside world, there were times he had to venture into the public, like today that was unavoidable. He left the Old Man back at the 90 story glass skyscraper of the construction company. A front for previous under dealings when the Yakuza owned, run and operated illegally until it went silent with the appearnce of that blonde goofball. All Might, was it? Awful name. He needed the space to think, even though he would have rathered the clean and sterile environment of his personal lab or office deep within the headquarter maze of the Shie Hassaikai. He enjoyed the scent a throughly sanitized room, after all, that even his bedroom smelled of it. Instead, he choked down the light breeze carrying millions of infectious organiziams around his exposed skin, rustling through his unruly auburn hair.

He should have worn his dark green bomber coat for more protection, but alas, it was a meeting of high ranking officials and presentable was the name of the game. Though, he was not about to put himself in danger by shedding his black surgical mask in place that replaced the recognizable plague doctor and fitted hospital gloves forever present covering his hands. The rest, simple black with a pristine neck tie and sneakers with not a scuff of visible wear to them, and absent socks.

Although, if he was in his full attire, he was sure the busy, infested streets would have parted like the dead sea to clear a reasonable path for him. But today, he stood out for different reasons than being menacing looking. Instead, there were 'looks' of an entirely different nature that left him completely unfamiliar, being as antisocial as he was. Raising his guilded eyes now and again to avoid the on coming foot traffic, whilst clutching the hp laptop against his side, praying that no one would accidently brush against him, despite the strides he took for such things.

Ugh. I don't think a single shower would be enough to scrub this public grim off me. I'll be in the bathroom the entire afternoon.....

Her regrets had come far too late now, and now that she had given herself over to him completely, he was free to do as he pleased. And Kai was a dangerous, controlling a possessive man in all senses of the word. He had already proven as such to Pops when he was handed the opportunity to take his granddaughter and preform experiments to help decipher her quirk. That too was playing with fire and Eri did not and would not fall safely. Instead, she would be used in any means necessary to further his goal and ambitions.

Now that she too had stepped over that fine line, she had now been caught in this predators web. He was going to devour her and keep what’s left as his own to possess. A perfect little doll. One that continued to show him the part of humanity that he had shunned for so long been and the sex drive he never knew he had. It was all her fault and the responsibility would fall to her small shoulders.

A sharp inhale sucked in against his teeth as her small body moved with the force of his wants. He wanted her. He wanted her to feel every inch of him and know that she did belong to him and now? Now there was no escape and he would ensure that. As the thoughts of power over her begun to swell, so did his cock buried inside her. He was ready and from the feel of her tightening muscles around him, he knew that she was as well.

So, he dropped his upper body, his hand finding purchase against her sweat soaked neck and roughly turned her head to the side. He had better access now for what he was about to do. His lips parted in a deep exhale before taking a mouthful of warm flesh between his teeth and chomped down. In that same moment, he sped up as the sudden and strong jolt of his pleasure wash over his body. It was as though his blood had been set a blaze and quickly spreading to his limbs. He grunted against his mouthful of her neck, biting and feasting, branding her skin like livestock as a way to identify her as his. None would even breathe in her direction now and that was enough for now.

And with a few last thrusts, his muscles seizing up, keeping his cock fully sheathed while he emptied his balls inside her.