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In-Progress V!All Might x Reader

Yeah, I’m writing a smut one-shot thing because I fucking love bnha smut. Anyway, I wanted to share a preview with you perverts. Not really NSFW yet but hey, I’m working on it.

By Sunday you were sure All Might had forgotten. You hadn’t requested the money from him upfront, so he was under no real obligation to pick up his costume. Your hands ran over the coarse material of his new khaki pants, folded nicely with the rest of the ensamble on the table, all laying in wait. It was a shame – the pieces turned out beautifully.

Smothering a yawn, you called it a night just as Sunday turned into Monday morning, certain that All Might was a no show. You grabbed your bag, rolling your shoulders as you started flipping off lights.

You cursed when you misremembered where you placed a newly purchased worktable, roughly bumping into it and knocking over the conducting gauntlet you had precariously perched on a couple of boxes. It fell to the ground with a great clank and your stomach dropped, praying nothing had been knocked out of alignment. You reached for your phone and turned on the flashlight, scanning the floor for where the piece could have landed.

You found it, rolled underneath the–

There was a presence behind you.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose.

Swallowing slowly, you stood, ignoring the gauntlet on the floor.

Of course he would come to you in the dark.

“You haven’t improved your security,” All Might admonished, amusement melding with his growl.

“That’s not true,” you countered, turning. You could see the inky blackness of his figure in the dark, but you were surprised the eyes of his mask were not lit. “I locked my windows.”

He snorted. As if a simple window latch could stop him.

“Your outfit is some quality work,” you started, heading toward the closest light switch and flicking it back on, trying to keep everything business related. Half of the lab was flooded with flickering fluorescent light. “I tried to find the green of your pants, but I had to settle for a dark khaki. If you manage to tear any of these things it’ll be–”

The words fell away when you looked over your shoulder. No wonder you couldn’t see the eyes of his mask. He wasn’t wearing his mask.

You weren’t sure what you expected to be hiding under All Might’s disguise. For some reason, you always assumed he had squat, pig-like features. Maybe it was because the roundness of the mask filters reminded you of a pig nose?

He definitely did not have a pig nose.

‘Fuck’, you thought, shaking your head when you realized you had been staring.

He was good looking.

All Might was wearing a cocky grin as he approached you, his eyes obscured by shadows on his face but you could almost feel them boring into you. Sinister. That was a good word to describe him.

“Want to see your costume?” you asked, side stepping away from him and starting your dance of evasion. You were walking toward the table, still trying to make it appear as if you were at ease in his presence.

He didn’t immediately throw you on the table as you half expected and you weren’t sure if that was a good sign. Could you have been right for once? Had All Might just been horny and hungry that night?

“Now, let’s start with the pants,” you said as you unraveled the bit of clothing over the table. “Like I said, check out the color – I figured you’d prefer the darker shade of khaki and I think it really makes the–“

You shivered when you felt two hands press against your body, stroking up and down your sides.

“I felt that,” he said above you, that laugher still in his voice. “Your little… chill.”

“You move too quietly!” you said nervously with a too-loud laugh, trying to lighten the mood while simultaneously trying to shy away from his touch. Upon feeling you shift toward escaping, the stroking stopped and his hands gripped your sides.

So soft and small.

“It’ll be hard to tear or stain these,” you continue, gritting your teeth at being trapped. “But I do repairs, so if that happens just bring them back and I’ll patch them up. Your shirt is made out a similar material but the texture is a lot smoother. As for your shoulder pads–”

“I’ve thought about you,” he said, his voice low. You felt the back of your neck grow hot.

“I do have the tendency to leave an impression,” you joked, unable to look up at him. You could feel the way he was standing over you, looking down at the top of your head. “Now, do you want to try on your pieces?

He was quiet, but his hands had started stroking your sides again. It was unnerving how… nonaggressive he was being. You’ve heard stories and seen videos of All Might and what he could do, the destruction he could leave in his wake. He was a calamity, an unstoppable force of disorder that struck whenever the mood hit him.

You were being turned, your jaw setting and a thrill rising in your gut. You kept your eyes on his chest, listening to his steady breathing as he lifted you and seated you on the edge of your table. Your legs were spread wide as his large body nestled between them, knees pressing against his sides.

His hands had moved to your hips, fingers digging into the fleshiness of your body.

“Have you thought about me?”

You clenched and unclenched your jaw.

“Of course,” you said. “I’ve been working on your costume. It would be impossible not to think about you.”

He chuckled and his hands moved inward from your hips, resting alongside your inner thighs. At that, you sat up a bit straighter, body going rigid at the line he had crossed.

“No other times?” he asked, his voice growing softer as he leaned down, closer to the top of your head. Another shiver rocketed through you and your throat felt a bit tighter. ‘Yes,’ a voice inside your head whispered but you held your tongue. “Because I’ve thought about you… a lot.”

“Ha! Do you throw that line at everyone you want to fuck?”

He was caught off guard by your snort. Hell, you even surprised yourself, your innermost thoughts spilling out as you found yourself figuratively backed against the wall. You closed your eyes, a strange serenity washing over you as you prepared for possible physical assault thanks to your mouth.

Laughter.

Furrowing your brows, you opened your eyes and watched as his chest shook, thumbs pressing circles against your thighs.

“Not many talk that way to me,” he said, removing a hand from your leg to tilt your head up toward his. You were looking at his face, eyes meeting the shadows that hid his. “It’s precious.”

Your face contorted at how demeaning that word sounded but you were effectively silenced when his mouth suddenly pressed against yours.

Your eyes were wide, staring at his face, a soft cry caught in your throat. The kiss was unexpectedly soft at first, his lips barely grazing yours as you inhaled sharply through your nose. Then his hand snaked into your hair, roughly burying into it before he tugged your head back.

Reacting to the dull pain, you let out a small hiss. But that slight opening of your mouth was all he needed to conquer it. His tongue darted forward, its sheer size forcing your teeth further apart and opening you up to his invasion. He squeezed at your hair again as his tongue explored the inside of your mouth, dancing and wriggling along your tongue, bullying it into interacting.

A warmth flooded across your chest and up your neck as you remained passive to his ministrations. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, but it wasn’t deafening enough to block out the slick sounds of wet mouths mixing with each other. Or hide the slight rasp that underlined All Might’s breathing.

The foreign invader momentarily retreated from the inside of your mouth and you quickly inhaled again, desperate for fresh air. He wasn’t done, however, he flicked his tongue over your deliciously plump bottom lip before his teeth gnashed down on it.

That was painful. He felt your face go taut as you attempted to pull back, an impossible task thanks to his hold on you.

“Ah!” you hissed, peeking through your eyelashes at him.

All Might made a quiet sound that caught in his throat that you felt more than heard. He pulled at your hair again before softly sucking on your bruised lip, as if apologizing for how rough he had been. The tip of his tongue lightly brushed across it before it weaseled it’s way back into your mouth.

Oh god, looking back you weren’t sure what was running through your mind. His attentions had awaken something warm in your core and the possibility of some of the All Might fantasies that had been plaguing you actually becoming true… well it excited you. And the kiss, even with the pain, was so appetizing. So when his tongue touched yours again…

You responded.

You wrestled your tongue against his, your body shifting slightly as you rested a hand on the forearm still pining your leg.

He moved closer to you and the hand in your hair momentarily switched from pulling and squeezing to a hard massage of your scalp. He finally appeared to realize you were actively participating in the kiss when you squeezed his arm and made a soft huff when he returned to licking and sucking your lips.

Your bumping tongues, he assumed, had been his doing.

He pulled back, brow raised as he took in the sight of your parted lips and red face. A menacing smile unfurled across his face when he met your eyes and recognized the lust clouding them.

He yanked your head back again by your hair, exposing your neck which he set upon. His mouth was pressed firmly against your windpipe, leaving hard open-mouthed kisses before he moved to licks and nips.

“Oh,” you gasped out, immediately kicking yourself that a sound like that had escaped you. To your mixture of horror and excitement, you felt a rumble rise from him. His grip went a little tighter and you felt pressure as he sucked at your skin.

Did he… like that?

Progressively, his love nips became harder, morphing into bites the further down your neck he traveled. Along your collarbone he really dug in and you cried out each time he latched onto you, afraid he was removing bits of flesh. One bite in particular, to the left of your neck, really made you flinch – pain rocketing through you.

“All Might,” you groaned, your hand flying and nestling into the top of his head by one of his upright bangs, fingers lightly pressed to his scalp.

He went rigid at your touch, his face still buried against your skin.

Fear flared up at his reaction. Had you broken some unspoken ‘no touching’ rule? You waited to see what his next move would be, unaware that he could feel the pulse of your neck thudding against his face.

He stood up straight, his hands returning to your hips as he looked down at you again. He was breathing deeply, eyes scanning his red and, in some instances, bleeding handiwork before falling on your face.

Bright eyes, red cheeks, the way your chest heaved…

“I-I have to tell you something,” you said, your voice sounding hoarse and loud in the near-silent lab, though it couldn’t have been more than a whisper.

He stared expectantly as you swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, your cheeks growing brighter.

“I’ve never… I haven’t…”

As you nervously attempted to reveal your virginity to him, and it slowly dawned on him what you were trying to say, his usual ominous bravado fell away, replaced with slightly slack-jawed surprise.

“A virgin,” he said in his normal voice, void of any growl or snarl.

“… Yes.”

A second passed. Then another.

“A virgin,” he almost whined, his voice low and husky as he pressed you back onto the table with his upper body. He was crushing you, his chin resting on your shoulder while his hot breath tickled at your ear. “Oh my dear, the things I want to do to you now.”

You let out a whimper as his last couple of words came across more like a groan and, at hearing you, he had to taste you again. His mouth muffled yours – the kiss was sloppy and heated. A delicious mixture of tongue, teeth and lips that had your stomach twisting into knots.

There was tugging at the waistband of your jeans. His hands were there, snaked between your two bodies as he worked to unbutton and unzip you. Your hips shifted underneath him, desire and anxiety pooling together and compelling you to adjust your body as if movement could offer you some kind of relief.

All Might went to stand again, to pull his upper body off of you so he could move to the next stage of his plan, but you didn’t want that just yet. Immediately your arms wrapped around his neck, throwing your weight into trying to keep him flush against you. You didn’t want the kiss to stop, though his tongue had retracted back to his mouth. So, you took control and started sucking and nipping at his lips, desperately trying to make him stay so you could prolong the moment.

His hand pressed against your chest, pushing with enough force to break your contact and pin you back on the table. Your breath was a little ragged as you looked up at him, the absence of his body weight already a foreign feeling.

He was laughing at you, shaking his head slightly at how needy you had become in the course of minutes.

“Now, now,” he said, a purr to his words as his hand trailed to nestle between your breasts. You cooed, licking your bottom lip in hopes that maybe he’d touch them at length. You could vividly imagine how it would feel to have his large hands maul your body. You wanted it.

His eyes followed the path of your tongue before it disappeared back into your mouth, his countenance shifting to become a little darker.

“You’re very lucky I have self control.”

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