a/n: reader has a tendency to swear in this oneshot -eyes-
therefore there is foul / explicit language in this oneshot
read at your own risk 👀
suggestive near the end—

Swear words came naturally to you. Stub your toe, and a loud f-bomb would erupt from you without much thought from you. And if something ended up not going too well and you were under severe stress, you'd always mutter words like 'shit' and 'fuck' under your breath.

You never really paid much attention to what others around you thought about your little... swearing problem. After all, you had joined this little group just for the heck of it: mainly to get a job since it had always been difficult with what sort of background you had.

You were a well-known and skilled criminal, and you had committed at least a dozen crimes while hanging out on the streets without a job. Mainly, you targeted corner stores and people on the streets; stealing money from them, but sometimes you went to banks.

However, there was something about you that made it difficult for others to realize your true life — the life of a criminal.

It was your innocent-looking face.

According Chronostasis upon your first meet, he had noted that you reminded him of an... innocent angel. Someone who wasn't suited for the job, someone who probably wouldn't survive long in this life of crime that the Shie Hassaikai was known for.

Of course, it was a shock to the male when you managed to successfully steal from two banks upon instruction of Overhaul; all without breaking a single sweat.

You were just so... calm when doing it. Although, this perception of his was unfortunately shattered when you ended up swearing loudly when you dropped something during a raid, which attracted the attention of pros nearby. The Hassaikai had to evacuate immediately.

It was truly an eye-opener for the right-hand man.

Overhaul had been there at the time as well, and he had initially been slightly amused, but after a while, he got upset, mainly because they nearly got caught. He just didn't think that... such an innocent-looking person like you should be using such... 'naughty' language.

He needed to stop you from corrupting such a pretty face.

—

"Fucking hell, Rappa! Stop asking me for a damn fight, you piece of shit!" You swore loudly, trying to avoid the large fighter that was sending quick punches in your direction. Thankfully, you were good at dodging, so you wove around the blows, though you were obviously annoyed.

Overhaul walked into the room, and upon hearing the type of language coming from your mouth, he frowned deeply.

"Don't use that sort of language around here, Y/N. It's foul, and I don't like it," he chided gently, and you just glanced at him, before shooting back a simple,

"Okay, boomer."

The Yakuza leader stood there, rigid, shocked, and furious. Mainly furious, because he wasn't a boomer. He didn't act like one!

Meanwhile, you had quickly gotten away, shutting yourself in a room with a pleased smirk on your face. Rappa, on the other hand, was laughing his butt off in the corner.

"I never thought of Overhole that way! Hey, would you fight me if I called you a boomer?" He asked between wheezes of breath, before he settled down, wiping a tear from under his mask.

Overhaul simply blew Rappa up, not bothering to clean up the mess on the wall. He was too busy planning how he'd get his revenge.

—

You were kicking your legs back and forth on the sofa in the living room when Overhaul walked in. You were alone, and you had a lollipop in your mouth.

"Hey, boomer!" You called out when you saw him, and the leader's eye twitched in anger as he eyed you.

Eyes narrowing, Overhaul then stepped to stand in front of you, gloved hands rigid at his sides.

"Y/N," he said slowly, before you cut him off with a laugh and a smirk. You settled a little more comfortably on the sofa, almost laying down.

"You're an old fucking man, y'know that?" You taunted as you pulled the lollipop out of your mouth, pushing it against your lips, smearing the sweetness there.

"Though I bet your ass is too cowardly to do anything. After all, you're just a—"

Overhaul snapped.

With a simple push, he had you pinned up against the sofa, gloved thumb pushing at your lips as he traced it. He had jerked your hand away from your face in the process, causing your arm to fall to the sofa, lollipop forgotten.

The stickiness under his finger was bothering him, but he didn't let it show as he stared down at you with dark, heated eyes.

"Such a pretty angel like you shouldn't be using such... foul language. You're really naughty, aren't you?" He murmured, leaning close to your face as he eyed your lips, all shiny and slick from the lollipop, and you swallowed nervously.

Your confidence had disappeared, and Overhaul couldn't help but find sick satisfaction in it. He was tearing you down slowly. You were now under his control.

"Perhaps you could use that mouth for something better, don't you think?" He added.

You stared up at him.

What was he thinking..?