My Hero Academia Lemons!

Overhaul

Oh man it's been too long!  Now that the holidays and January are over(The busiest time for me) I'll have plenty of time for writing!  I'm thinking of expanding to another anime now that I'll have more free time, let me know if you guys have any preferences!

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 These days it felt like I only worked for Overhaul. I was a hired gun and not a particularly popular one at that. I had enough work to live comfortably, but things changed the first time Overhaul hired me. It had started as a simple hit job, take down a low life impeding in the yakuza's business, then onto much more.

It's as if I'm his personal dog now. I was so busy doing work for him that I rarely did work for anyone else. I couldn't complain though, Overhaul trusted me so the rest of the Yakuza fell in line with their boss.

Again I find myself in Overhaul's central headquarters, struggling to keep up with the twists and turns that all seemed to look the same.

Finally reaching his office, she didn't stop to knock and walked in "The job is done, and I've given the intel to Mimic." I tell him, learning early on that he disliked when she'd toss him the possibly contaminated portfolio's.

Overhaul was acting as if she hadn't said anything, his fingers laced and tucked under his chin. It's not until I reach the desk that I realize the only item on it was a bag from a popular lingerie store.

"Take that and shower, put it on once you're clean." He tells me in an empty voice.

My chest clenches as I realize what's going on. We had hooked up a few times before; the first time was after an argument over how little intel she had gotten that gotten heated and ended in me bent over his desk. It was the only time they had sex without me showering first, and he made it very clear he was displeased about the fact.

"For me?" I ask as I peek into the bag.

"Yes." He answers, impatience clear in his eyes.

I give him a cheeky grin as I pick the bag up by its straps with my pinkie. I saunter towards the bathroom door, making a show to sway my hips as I go.

The bathroom is lavish, but that's to be expected when it belongs to a man who takes germs as seriously as Overhaul does. I know how to turn the knobs to the perfect temperature, hot per Overhaul's request.

I put my weapons on the left of the counter and my clothes on the right, and hiss at the feeling of the hot water hitting my skin. The pressure of the shower is strong, and I shift around in order to get a gentle massage in my most tense parts. I hardly wanted to wash and get out, but knowing what was to come once I step out of the bathroom was encouraging enough.

I take a moment to relish how thick and soft the towels are, drying my face and putting my hair up with one towel before drying off with the other. I scrub my mouth well with the toothbrush left for me, even brushing my lips to help them be soft and smooth.

The outfit is shameful, and I hadn't quite realized how little material there was when it was in the bag. I struggle to put it on, but once I do I feel grateful for how silky it is. I tie the strap behind my neck, but all it does is push the underwire up and push my open breasts out more.

There's a window between the chest and the waist piece that fully exposes me, and I tentatively rub my fingertips across my nipples before moving to tie the lower back. The entire back is open, and the skirt is layer upon layer of lace and silk that only ends at my upper thighs. I face away from the mirror and peek over my shoulder as I bend over, barely needing to before my ass is fully exposed.

Finally pulling my hair out of the towel, I give the still slightly damp a little fluff with my fingers until I'm content. I turn and face the door, taking a deep breath before stepping out.