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Night Drive(All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, car sex, kissing, vaginal fingering, protected sex/use of condom, daddy kink, age gap, use of pet names, semi-public sex word count: 1.5k pairings: Small Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: your date with Toshinori went well, and you two missed each other throughout the week. he insists on taking you home so he can make love to you properly, but you can't wait. the backseat is very roomy. a/n: the full fic to this blurb. a few things were changed. Thanks to @cherryblossombankai for helping out <333 tagging: @pixelcafe-network / dividers by @adornedwithlight
The drive home was perfect. The date had gone so well. You had to admit that seeing Toshinori make advances on you like this and for him to romance you had you very aroused. You have been intimate with him a few times, but most definitely not in the car. Thatâs never happened before. But it was spacious in the back and your mind was going places.
First you leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to his neck. Then your hand went from his chest to his lower abdomen. He shudders but continues to focus on driving. Heâs doing well to keep his eyes on the road, even if youâre trying to be naughty.
âDarling,â he says in a firm tone. âI want to get you home in one piece. Can you please let me do that?â
You giggle. âButâŠIâm feeling needy.â
He sighs loudly, wanting nothing more than to get you home and to ravish you on your bed. Heâs been feeling needy for you too. This week has been quite frustrating and grating. His solace would be you and he knew youâd be happy to welcome him with open arms. It was going to be the most satisfying thing about this whole week.
But now you were being a bit of a brat and making him feel aroused while he was driving. You watch as he takes a few turns that you donât recognize. Then suddenly youâre behind this tall building in a parking lot somewhere. It looks deserted. Heâs cursing himself for even wanting this and he knows the consequences of you two being caught would probably ruin his reputation. Yet somehow he doesnât even care.
âGet in the backseat,â he commands.
Something about this is really exciting you. You have no issues climbing over the console and getting into the spacious backseat. Then Toshinori climbs in after you after making sure the doors are locked and the windows are up. Itâs getting steamy in here already.
Toshinori gets on top of you, smirking at the way you look up at him. Itâs a desperate look in your eyes. The way you canât hide your feelings on your face. Oh no, youâre very much expressing to him how badly you need his cock like some sort of bitch in heat. And while usually heâd chastise himself for loving such behavior, heâs feeling the same way.
He pushes up your skirt, revealing your panties. He licks his lips when he sees just how wet you are. You let out such a cute little moan when he plays with you through your underwear.
âYou couldnât wait, could you? Weâre so close to your place too.â He whispers in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting softly. You pant as he continues to rub your pussy through your panties. You tug at his hair when he nips at your neck.
âI should punish you,â he breathes before kissing you. âBut I know youâve been needing this as badly as I have.â
With that, he pushes your panties to the side and he uses his thumb to smear your arousal all over your labia and clit. Toshinori smirks when you whine; the sound of your need making his cock throb in his pants. He knows youâve been missing him a lot this week. If the texts and phone sex werenât enough to let him know, then this would be the final thing to show him you were just dripping for him.
You gasp when you feel him pushing two of his fingers into you. Immediately you feel stretched just from that. Your brain is turning to mush just from the slow pace he begins. Breathy moans tumble from your lips as he curls them towards your navel. That spot he hits is heavenly and has you trembling.
âLook at you, doll. Youâre making a mess on my seats,â
You try to apologize for it, but heâs not letting you. Instead he leans in to kiss you as he continues to finger your dripping pussy. Your legs are shaking as he works you up to your orgasm. With your eyes screwed shut, your cheeks pink and your lips parted, Toshinori thinks you look like the most beautiful angel. Heâs growing more aroused with each second.
You hit your peak with a soft cry of his name. He grunts as he feels your walls pulsing and clenching around his fingers. Every little pulse makes his cock throb. He works you through each wave, whispering sweet praise in your ear. Then slowly he pulls his fingers from your cunt and he licks them clean. You watch him lick your juices off each digit so lewdly.
âReady for me?â He asks as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants.
Your mouth is already watering as he takes his cock out. You know heâs big but it always surprises you just a little bit. Toshinori strokes himself a few times while his other hand reaches for the middle console. You watch through hooded eyes as he grabs a condom.
âDonât get any funny ideas. This was the one I was using tonight when we got back to your place,â he groans.
You smirk, âSure, sureâŠlike you werenât thinking of railing me in your backseat.â
With that, he leans in and hungrily kisses you. How dare you make him feel so hot and bothered like this? How dare you even insinuate that heâs been fantasizing about this? You make him harder than heâs ever been. Now in his late fifties, he feels like a horny teenager whenever heâs around you. You certainly boost his libido.
He continues to kiss you passionately as he rolls the condom on his throbbing erection. Then he slowly presses the swollen head to your folds, making sure to rub your aching clit.
âThis what you wanted, doll? You needed daddy to fuck you so bad you couldnât wait until we got back to yours?â He chuckles at your cute reaction.
You nod your head eagerly. âYes, daddy.â
That makes the fire inside of him burn even hotter. He wasnât sure at first about you using that term on him, but the more you experimented with it, the more he grew horny to hear you say it. So it became somewhat of a trigger word for him.
He pants as he begins to split you open on his cock. Itâs slow and itâs definitely a stretch. You always wonder how you can take all of him. Your hands come out to cling to his shoulders as he pushes into you until heâs bottomed out.
âFuck,â he grunts as he feels your walls fluttering around him to adjust. Toshinori takes a breath before he begins pumping into you.
The car begins to rock a little with his thrusts. You reach down to cup his ass to bring him into you even deeper. Itâs like you could never get enough of him. You need him to be even closer to you, even when heâs so deep inside of you.
âNeedy for daddy, arenât you?â He pants as he picks up his pace. âDonât worry, doll, daddyâs going to make sure you feel so good.â
He pins your knees to your chest and fucks into you even harder and faster. His name tumbles from your lips over and over as you feel your orgasm building so fast. Your nails dig into his skin as youâre trying to hold on. Toshinori leans in to nip at your neck, whispering naughty things in your ear.
âYou really love it when I fuck you, donât you?â His voice is so gravelly right now. âLook how good you take me. Itâs like you were born to take me, doll.â
All you can do is moan and whimper as his cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot. Any words you had to tell him in return die in your throat and turn into desperate whines as you get closer. He chuckles breathily as he kisses your lips once more.
âC-cumming,â you whine.
Electrifying shocks of bliss wrack through your body as you reach your peak. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure as you shudder through every single wave of pleasure. Toshinori grunts as he feels you spasming around his cock.
âN-not gonna be able to last much longer, doll.â
When you open your eyes again after your sweet release, you look at Toshinori like heâs strung the stars in the sky just for you. That look alone is enough to send him over the edge. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter and heâs filling the condom with his hot seed.
Both of you need a moment before he pulls you in for a deep kiss. He really knows he should have waited to take you home, but he has to admit that this was quite the exciting moment together. When he pulls away, youâve got a smirk on your face.
âAdmit it, you enjoyed railing me in the backseat.â
With a deep blush on his cheeks, he narrows his eyes at you. âCareful, doll, or else daddyâs going to have to punish you.â
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I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.
I donât want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.
Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AUâs or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]
Goofball Y/N: Silly, playfully sarcastic, best friend type, takes nothing seriously. [Bakugou, Shigaraki, Todoroki, Aizawa]
Bitchy/Bratty Y/N: Tackless, competitive, well meaning, emotionally constipated. [Kirishima, Iida, Midoriya, Bakugou, Sero]
Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]
More variety please & thank you đ©” also please make it long
Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, itâs YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.
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â BRUISED EGO ; PART ONE ; TOSHINORI YAGI ; äżć
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summary: you & toshinori have a great working relationship. all might is like a mentor. a great guy. a real, stand-up dude. a hero who inevitably has to help you deal with the side-effects of being hit with a love quirk. pairing: younger!toshinori yagi / f!reader ; hero name: derecho word count: 3.6k of pure smut tags: afab!reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), piv, denying feelings, toshi being a genuine lover-boy, someone has a praise kink, surprise it's me, minors dni a/n: i love young dumb full of cum late-twenties all might the tag | next â
"You don't look wellâ"
"Don't."
You could fry him right now. You could totally, absolutely, blast him with ten thousand volts and call it a night â but you can't, really, because he's fucking All Might. He's All Might and even worse, he's Toshinori Yagi.Â
He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.
(That is not true. You know it. You and your therapist have worked through that stuck point â but, it sounds a hell of a lot better than explaining the reason you ended up in prison was by your own actions, not being caught by All Might.)
You're reformed.
Blah, blah, blah, you're the Villain Rehabilitation Program's star graduate.Â
They loved using your imagery â the ones of you before you got clean off those Quirk enhancers and put on the straight and narrow âin their PR packages. They love that picture of you â the ones with hands behind your back â cuffed by All Might as you're effectively muzzled by the local law enforcement.
Your lip catches in a snarl.
Don't think about that.Â
Don't think about his hands on your wrists. Don't think about the way his boot nudged your leg apart for the frisk â don't think about the way he threatened you, so low and so dangerous, not to move.Â
Don't think about how All Might is a bastard, and the media just doesn't know it.Â
He's cheeky. Sly. When he's out of the limelight, that eerie #1 smile drops and he's almost normal â if not nearly five hundred and sixty pounds of muscle. Â
Like now, on this rooftop, he's more like Toshinori Yagi. Your impromptu mentor in all things heroic. After all, the Hero Commission thought it would be great for the program's image if All Might, the man who arrested you countless times, was the one to integrate you into a more heroic notion. Never mind the dozens of times you went head-to-head with the man, never mind the handful of times you almost won.Â
"Derecho, I'm serious," comes his voice; it's softer, almost like he's in his smaller form â the one you always find yourself being partial to, "You look feverish..."
Static snaps across the air and Toshinori takes it â the way it bites at the skin of his hands is nothing. It's a warning shot. Don't come any closer.Â
"I was hit with that guy's quirk," you mutter as you try to square your breathing, "I'm fine, I just... Need some timeâ"
Son of a bitch.Â
You've always been a hard one to shake â and even now, as you climb well into the Top Ten ranks, he's never seen you this out of it. You've taken a crowbar to the ribs and recovered better than being hit by some petty criminal's love quirk.Â
Toshinori curses under his breath as he winces at the desperation cracking in your voice.Â
"If you need to take the nightâ"
"Yes."
He was slotted to patrol this prefecture with you for another two hours â but seeing the way your whole body looks like it could collapse is... a bit concerning. Toshinori nods, exhales, and waves you on.
"Should I call Recovery Girl?"
Your boot toes the ledge. You need out of this outfit. It's too tight. You're too hot. Your skin feels like it's on fire and the embarrassing ache between your legs is just getting worse with every low, timbred syllable out of his mouth. Don't think about his mouth.Â
"I'm fine."Â
You're not fine.
Even when you're back in your apartment, trying desperately to shower off the skin-crawling, mouth-watering heat of desire, you can't even come close to relating to the word 'fine'. You're a mess. You try to stand under the heat of the water for a while, to burn the need off your skin, but that doesn't work.Â
You're so not fine.Â
You can't stop thinking about Toshinori. Must be something to do with the fact he was closest when you were struck with the quirk. Yea. Totally that.
You have to be fine. You need to be fine. This is just a stupid love quirk that will wear off within a few hours.Â
Well, a few hours come and go, and it's just getting worse.Â
Come on, you are torturing yourself with the evening news, just breathe it out.Â
Because you're a hero, and you were a villain. You know what it's like to get hit with disconcerting quirks like this in the heat of a battle. With just a little time, it goes away. Right?Â
Right...?
"I AM CALLING! I AM CALLING!"Â
Your phone vibrates on the coffee table. Your pupils, full-blown and big, swivel to the photo that ignites the dark of the room. It's a photo of Toshinori â he's in his smaller form, posed beside you in a ramen booth close to U.A.'s campus. He was hellbent on giving you a tour of his old high school.
You always loved how cute he looked in that picture.
Fuck.
You snatch the phone up and answer the call.
"What?" it comes out snappier than it needs to be.Â
"Are you doin' alright?"Â his voice has lost its persona'd gusto. You can tell, just by the soft way he speaks, he's no longer in uniform or on patrol. All Might has clocked out for the evening, and Toshinori Yagi is in the building, "I haven't heard a peep from you all night, zippy."Â
Something in your brain goes blank at the nickname. You usually hate it. Usually, you'd bite at him for it. You don't even realize you're white knuckle gripping the edge of the couch as he continues to speak.Â
"Y'know, it's okay â I've been hit by love quirks plenty of times before," he goes on; you can hear him juggle the phone to his other ear, "They aren't fun. I'm sorry you'reâ"
"Come over."
Toshinori almost drops the can of soda in his hands. In the middle of the convenience store aisle, he feels his entire body lurch.Â
"What?"
Your head is back against the couch, your hands covering your face in sheer embarrassment. You grit it out again. "I said come over."
"Derechoâ"
"I've tried everything," you mutter defeatedly into the phone; you can't even pull your hand from your face, you're so embarrassed you're even telling him this but you need help, "Fingers, toys, even the Hitachi on the highest speed, Toshinori, and I can'tâ"
Jesus fucking Christ.Â
This is bad.
This is... not you. So not you. This is... fuck, okay, right. He's All Might. He helps people. And you're important to him. You're his enemy turned pseudo-protégé turned colleague turned woman-he's-been-ignoring-his-feelings-for-the-last-seven-months. You're Derecho. Number Eight Hero in Japan, his friend. His...
"Give me ten."
And he hangs up.
Two boxes of XL condoms earn him a severely skeptical look from the cashier, but it's fine. Toshinori has bigger things to worry about â like the fact he has no idea what this is going to do to your working relationship, but it's fine. You need help. He knows what this is like â and he would feel awful if he left you to deal with it alone.Â
Fingers, toys, even the HitachiâÂ
Maybe he'll die, actually. Maybe he'll just throw himself from the nearest roof.Â
The mental image of you, alone in your apartment, hands between your thighs as you try desperately to shake the painful ache in your core has him walking a bit faster â your apartment is three blocks over.Â
He makes good time.
His knuckles don't even touch the door before you're yanking it open â and Christ, you're a sight to see.
Wet hair, wild eyes, and a permanent heavy breath. The oversized t-shirt clinging to your shoulders is definitely going to be a topic of discussion for a later date. It's All Might merch. His fucking merch.Â
When did you even buy thatâ?
"I'm sorry," you blurt out, looking pained.Â
Toshinori's eyes hold your own. Then:
"I've always been a sucker for a damsel in distress."
He's a bastard. A serious bastard. A bastard who you're dragging in by the neck of his t-shirt â a bastard who doesn't complain in the slightest when your mouth is on his in a flash. With ease, he slams the front door shut with his boot and quickly allows you to guide him through your apartment. Your mouth is still latched to his, your hands digging into his shoulders as his hands chase your waist.Â
You recognize in the heated haze of the kiss there's a grocery bag in his hand. It knocks against your hip as you accidentally back into the edge of the couch â your hands fumbling for some purchase in the dark living room.Â
You pull your mouth from his just long enough to breathe out another apology.Â
"Don't. We'll talk about it after," he says, leaning down over you as you scramble back against the leather couch cushions, "What do you need?"
"What do you think?" you hiss as his body presses against yours; he's still in his boots, still in his shirt and jeans. He's... too clothed. Your body couldn't handle anything except the less-than-flattering pair of cotton underwear and the biggest t-shirt you owned.Â
You swear he's smirking in the dark.Â
"Mouth? Hands?" he presses, his touch cradling your face as he continues to navigate your steady, bruisingly needy kisses, "Use your words."
"Anythingâ"
Your voice is a rasp, your hands scaling his back as he nudges your knees apart with his thigh and slots his hips against yours. Even in this smaller form, he's got the tactical advantage â not being near death from a fever so high you can hardly think anymore.Â
"I need to know," he says as he leans back, his voice dipping lower as his palms brush the skin of your stomach. His fingertips hesitate at the edge of your waistband, and you whine.Â
"Anything, Toshinori, stop jerking me around!"Â
...What a brat. He almost laughs. But, then he remembers the one time he was left like this â and how desperate he was even after six hours of exhaustive attempts at self-pleasure.Â
"Be nice," he chirps as his fingers slip beneath your underwear; his satisfaction builds when you fist the back of his shirt and gasp â his fingers grace the slick, wet folds of your core with ease. It's a tender movement, one that assesses just how pliable you are at this moment.Â
And then, two of his fingers are pushing into you down to his knuckles.Â
The babbled thank you bursts from your chest â and Toshi actually laughs at how fast you cling to his chest. He didn't anticipate his night going like this. Not with you, wild-eyed and desperate, pulling him into a kiss that's so bruising he thinks his lip splits.
Hands. Hands. Hands. His hands. One hand is between your folds, working you open, and the other is pressing up your curves and settling along your breast. You can't even think straight. The fact Toshinori is so slick, so eager, so good at whatever he's doing, is making the coil in your abdomen go white hot.Â
"Fuckâ" you strangle out, your lips parted in a gasp as he wets his own lips and watches your face in the dark, "G-God, okay, th-that's goodâ"
"Better than your own?" he asks, genuinely worried this isn't the progress you need to shake off the quirk's effects.Â
"So much better," you wail, coincidentally fueling his ego in a way he never knew he needed. Because, ha, well â who knew Derecho, little miss spiteful and mysterious, just needed a little bit of him.Â
"Is it enough?" he asks against her jaw, his forearm flexing as he works the pace up, his palm rubbing gently against your clit. It's an attempt at a coordinated pace, and it seems to be working from the way you're writhing beneath him.Â
"I... I still â I can't â I'm so..." you look like you could cry out of sheer frustration, and Toshi suddenly feels a pang of guilt. He can only imagine how you've done this very thing over and over tonight, trying to just cum. Your voice cracks and you whimper, "I can't. I'm so close, but I just can'tâ"
"Okay," he breathes, his mind swirling with strategic planning, "So mouth."
"Mouth?" you choke, suddenly looking alarmed, but Toshi doesn't seem to care about the added snare of intimacy that comes with him slipping to his knees before the couch.Â
Oh my god, he's on his knees. He's on his knees and he's grappling with your underwear, hauling it down the tops of your thighs before throwing it over his shoulder in a very Toshinori manner.Â
You've got All Might on his knees.Â
It suddenly hits you as he sits up on his knees and nudges your legs apart. He's a man on a mission â dedicated entirely to the task at hand.Â
Making you orgasm.Â
You wonder how many people have fantasized about this very thing â granted, he's not costume. Thank god. You can't even imagine what the conversation with his dry-cleaning team would look like.Â
Toshi's voice knocks you back to reality. "Is this okay?"
He sounds concerned.
Meanwhile, you could kill him. If he doesn't put his mouth on you right nowâ
Noted. He sees the spark of annoyance, dumb question, and hauls your leg over his shoulder as he delves in.Â
Ohmygod.
This is better â the coil is wound tighter, and a little bit closer to snapping, the second his tongue presses flat against your glistening slick. It's even better when he hums, his voice mumbles against your sex as his hands press your thighs to open a bit farther.Â
"Keep 'em open."
"Don't talk," you heave between pants, "With your mouth full."
It's like the two of you are at work â this banter. But, his laugh vibrates your core and you moan. That doesn't happen at work. That doesn't happen, ever. A greedy part of you sure as hell hopes this happens again, because holy hell, he's good at this. Methodical. Strategic. Thorough.
His pace doesn't change, the pressure doesn't lessen. The blonde streaks of his fringe tickle the inside of your thighs as he continues his work â and you swear you almost cum when he slips a look up at you in the dark.Â
His eyes are so blue that you feel like you're suddenly lost at sea.Â
Then, there are two crooked fingers back inside of you.Â
You and he are going to have to have a long talk about where he learned all this â because it's so good you genuinely can't do anything but reach out and grip his hair in a panic. You gasp, your whole body convulses, and you almost... almost cum. Almost.
It's Toshi's turn to moan.Â
You're suddenly so oversensitive you swear your heart might stop.Â
You're writhing away from him, squirming away, and Toshi's lips are parted as his breath fans across your core.Â
"Cock," you're suddenly rambling, "N-Need â I needâ"
"Right," he stutters, realizing this is good â you're almost there, he can tell. You're so close he can feel it in the air. The static electricity burning off your quirk leaves the room feeling tingly.Â
He's wobbling back upright, cursing as he practically falls around the couch in the dark, and palms at the grocery bag he discarded on the floor. He's not graceful about the way he tears about the small box, or about the way he drops the foil square between his teeth as he leans back to work off his belt.Â
"Bedroom?" he asks through gritted teeth.
You're nodding, practically falling over yourself to lead the way. Boots, jeans, belt, shirt â all of it is left scattered along the way, and your bare body hits the sheets after an easy shove from Toshinori. Of course, the boxers clinging to his strong thighs are his brand. The All Might logo is almost comical stretched across his hardness.Â
You have the wherewithal to roll your eyes as he tears open the condom with his teeth.Â
"What?" he shirks, looking down.
"Seriously?" you grit, legs pressed together tightly to try and stop the empty ache between your legs. It hurts. It hurts so much worse when his mouth and hands aren't on you.
"Don't even start," he rumbles as he rolls down the waistband and his cock springs free â he's quick to roll the condom down the thick length of it and lift a finger to wag in your face, "You answered the door in my merchâ"Â
"Setting the mood," you offer as he steps out of his underwear.
Toshinori then, unceremoniously, drags your hips to the edge of the bed. You almost shriek. It's a bit rough â a bit sudden â but you can't complain when the head of his cock is suddenly being guided through your folds teasingly. Up and down. Over the swollen bud of your clit, across your wet opening. You prop yourself up on your elbows, lips parted, as you try and nudge your hips closer.Â
His large hand presses your hips down to the mattress.Â
"Toshinoriâ"
"You sure this is okay?" he mutters, his pupils full-blown as he watches himself slip through your wetness, "Iâ If it's too muchâ"
"If you don't fuck me right nowâ"
"Right."
And he sinks in.
Ha.Â
Yea.Â
This is good.
You're so glad you didn't fry him earlier. You're so glad. You're so... oh, this is so so so ridiculously good you might die. You might die, because he's snapping his hips into yours and you can see the ripple of his muscles, even in this smaller form.Â
His breath is ragged, his voice low and easy.
"You're doing a great job," he says; your core tightens at the sudden praise, "Y-You're doin' really... goodâ"
Your chest bounces with each thrust, your legs locked around his hips, your whimpers increasing in frequency with every single in and out of his cock. The feeling is better than any sex you've ever had â you've never been so aware of every inch.Â
And then, he's knocking his forehead against yours, leaning over you â you're caged against the mattress, and one arm of his is holding your leg up around his waist. The angle change is minute but it's good. Everything is Toshinori so suddenly, everything is so blue eyes and a bright smile.Â
It's thorough, a word you're slowly beginning to realize describes Toshinori to a T. There's not a single falter in his pace, not a single thrust that doesn't wind the white-hot orgasm tighter and tighter in your belly. It's worse when he holds your face, though, worse when he keeps fucking you so well while chattering on about how good you are, how strong you are, how beautiful you areâ
Your composure snaps when he rumbles out:
"I know you can cum for me like a good girl."
The coil snaps.
Finally.Â
After four hours of torture. After four hours of trying. Finally, you cum â and hard. The sort that robs you of your vision and hearing, the sort that has your whole body arching off the bed. The kind you haven't had in a long time. The kind that, of course, Toshinori Yagi would be the man to provide.Â
"Fuckfuckfuckâ"Â you babble, gasping, still gripped by the force of the orgasm as his pace quickens.
He's laughing â laughing, and then you're clamping down on him so hard he sees stars. It's all fun and games until he can't stop himself, he can't slow down, he can't breathe, and he's rocked by an orgasm that makes his knees give out. He's wild-eyed, panting, snapping his hips into yours as you whimper and gasp and grip his shoulders so tight he may have bruises.Â
Toshinori swallows, then gasps to catch his breath, and then pushes himself up to give you a little room to breathe. His cock is still twitching inside of you.
Your eyes are closed, and your breath is fast. Your hair is spilled across the sheet â and you look content. Satiated. Peaceful. He's rarely ever seen you so tranquil.Â
Blindly, and lazily, you reach up to touch his cheek.
At first, he thinks it's going to be tender. Intimate. Romantic.
Then, you roughly pat it twice.
"We're never gonna talk about this again."
Right.Â
Because he's All Might. And you're Derecho. You're colleagues. Friends. This was just... him helping you. Like when a friend has a cold. You bring them soup. He... brought you... an orgasm. Just like soup.
Definitely.
...Right.Â
"It was just, uh," he breathes, pulling out and cursing at the embarrassingly apparent load in the condom; not like he'd dreamed about this very thing for nights on end, no siree bob, "You needed help. I offered."
That is not what happened. Not even close. But, he's going to tell himself that.
Not like you totally won't think about this every single night ever for the rest of time. Definitely like you won't dream about the way he called you a good girl. Ha. Yea, right. Psh. You're fine. This is fine. Everything is fine.
After all, it's just Toshinori.
He's... kind. And gentle. And patient. And levelheaded... If not the single reason your entire life fell apart seven years ago.
And definitely not the reason your life is falling apart right now as you realize, fuck, you're definitely in love with him, aren't you?
Naaah.
#this is a rare birbs smut#toshinori x reader#all might x reader#mha imagine#mha x reader#toshinori yagi#all might x you#mha imagines#toshinori yagi x reader#toshinori yagi x you#mha smut#i would take back shots from this man at any age of his#bruised ego
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can you do a text thingy of âCan you come over? *wink wink*â with aizawa, hawks, and other pro heroâs đ€đ€
(also i love ur work ur so cool plz donât die)
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#mha imagines#my hero academia#mha smau#mha x y/n#anime#bnha#bnha x reader#keigo takami imagine#keigo takami x reader#hawks imagines#hawks x reader#shota aizawa#shota aizawa x reader#yamada hizashi#present mic x reader#present mic#toshinori yagi x reader#all might x reader#bnha smau
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Morning Surprise w/ MHA Men || Oneshot
NSFW and suggestive content, mdni!!
Aizawa, Keigo, Toshinori & Dabi
Morning sex w Aizawa would involve you straddling him and peppering him with kisses to wake him from his slumber. His hands lazily resting on your waist. Youâd rock back and forth, feeling him grow beneath you. Your motion teasing him causing a groan to escape his lips until he canât bear it anymore. He flips you swiftly on your back, now hovering over you, his hair tickling your nose. He adjusts himself just before slipping his hand over your soaked panties moving them aside and collecting whatâs already escaped. He pops his fingers in his mouth to get a taste of you. Leisurely, he reaches down to release his aching length from his boxers and grazes his leaking tip against your opening. Gliding back and forth giving you a taste of your own medicine. His hand now pressed on the back of your thighs to get the most perfect view of your glistening pussy before he dives in face first to further indulge in your sweetness. He moans against you, the vibrations forcing you to arch your back with pleasure. He raises his head, with his chin soaked, to get a glimpse of your needy disposition. He begins massaging circles on your clit with one hand and guides his cock into your tight cunt with his other grunting and panting with pleasure as his sinks deeper into you.
Morning sex with Keigo would involve him pressing his hard on, into your backside while gripping your waist and spooning you. He would begin to trace figure eights with his finger over your shoulder and whisper in a raspy voice just how badly he needs you in this moment, assuring you that you didnât have to do anything and that he just wanted to make you feel good. He would disappear under the covers, kissing every part of you on the way down just before biting your panties down. Heâd plant warm wet kisses on your inner thighs, lightly biting them before guiding his tongue past your folds, licking stripes up your slit, making love with his mouth. You gasp at his touch, only furthering his desire for you. The tip of his nose pressing perfectly against your clit as his tongue dances around your velvet walls and as he purrs at your sweet taste. He reappears from underneath the covers, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pinning your wrist down with one hand and gripping the fat of your ass the the other while he pumps you full of him. He choked out a strangled moan at the initial contact, groaning and breathily cussing with every thrust indicating his desperation and need to be closer to you.
Morning sex with Toshinori would involve him being woken up by your touch. Your hand massaging his manhood as muffled sighs escape his lips. He swiftly pulls you in closer, his hands placed on your ass as he moves your body atop his languidly. He kisses you tenderly, cupping your face with one hand, and with his grip on your waist in the other. You can feel him twitching and hardening beneath you. You sit up, placing your hands on his chest, teasing and grinding against his length as he massages your breasts. Unable to keep his composure, he gently hoists you up by your waist before sliding you back down onto his throbbing cock. He lets out a ragged breath as he slips into your core. Now that heâs got a taste, heâs anything but gentle. He props his knees up for a better angle and better control. You toss your head back, moaning in ecstasy as he fills you up, thrusting needily underneath you. Whimpering as his grip on your ass tightens, heâs controlling the pace causing you to come undone. His breath hitches from the pressure of your hands weighing on his chest. Heâs drowning in pleasure, causing his movements to become even sloppier than when you got started.
Morning sex with Dabi would involve him waking up to some morning wood and rolling over to see you sleeping on your side. He would sneakily slip his hand down your panties, waking you up by his touch as he massaged your clit. Pressing his hard cock into your ass. Youâd let out a small gasp as his fingers explores your slit. Heâd poke you with his erection a few times before sliding your panties to the side and lifting one of your legs for better access. You feel his cock spring out of his boxers and tap at your entrance. He glides himself between your folds, collecting all of your juices before sinking into you. You bury your face into your pillow and whine. he slips one hand around your throat applying a little pressure. You hear the sound of him biting back moans as your cunt tightens around him. A muffled âf-fuckâ barely escapes his throat as his hips snap into you. He adjust his position. Turning you flat on your stomach, he smacks your ass, just before slightly spreading your cheeks apart to drill into you. You grip onto the sheets desperately as he has his way with you this morning, panting at just how good it feels to have your pussy wrapped around him.
#MHA smut#bnha smut#keigo x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#yagi toshinori#all might x reader#Dabi x reader#eraserhead#hawks x reader#hawks x you#aizawa smut#dabi smut#mha fanfiction
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summary :: All Might NSFW alphabet
warning :: nsfw
note :: All Might my beloved, reqs open
A = Aftercare
Toshinori becomes The Thinker after sex. Heâll stay with you until you fall asleep, but once youâre out heâll leave. Usually, he will go on a run or sit outside for a few hours with himself. Once heâs done, heâll come back and slip into bed with your or put together a breakfast.
B = Body part
He never really considers any of his own body parts, especially when heâs in his skinny form. If he had to pick, it would be his hands. For you, Toshi likes your face the most.
C = Cum
He always pulls out, itâs a habit. Heâll finish either on your tummy or ass.
D = Dirty secret
Heâs thought about going from his skinny form to muscle whilst inside you.
E = Experience
Heâs rusty but knows whatâs going on. It takes a while for him to truely ease into it and not overthink his actions.
F = Favorite position
Missionary, a classic for a reason. When things get pretty heated, heâs known to enjoy taking you against a wall especially in his muscle form.
G = Goofy
Usually pretty serious and sensual. Sex with him is almost always love making and Toshi takes it seriously. Thereâs been moments where youâve both had a laugh but itâs rare.
H = Hair
The carpets do match the drapes, heâs blonde through and through.
I = Intimacy
Heâs quite intense about sex; deep eye contact, squeezing your hand, holding you close. Itâs always special and drawn out.
J = Jack off
Since the two of you started having sex it was like a switch in Toshiâs mind was turned on. Heâs horny. Often. Heâs had to excuse himself from teaching to rub one out just because he canât stop thinking of you.
K = Kink
Size difference. Even if he doesnât know it Toshi loves being taller and generally bigger than you. He especially loves to grab your waist in his muscle form, itâs a massive thing for him. I also suspect he might enjoy the thrill of public spaces, heâd never admit it or initiate but itâs there.
L = Location
The bedroom. Heâs a private man.
M = Motivation
Heâs a little dense when it comes to hints, so the best way Toshi gets turned on is when you openly flirt with him and whisper dirty things in his ear.
N = No
Never ever would he hurt you. He wonât compromise on it either.
O = Oral
Enjoys giving for sure. Heâs pretty good with his mouth. The way he looks at you through his dark eyes as he eats you out is something else. Also, the way he acts when getting head is insane. His hands snake through your hair and he curls up, grunting and whispering profanities.
P = Pace
Slow and sensual. Unless itâs a special occasion of course! Then heâll poof into his muscle form and fuck you like a sex symbol.
Q = Quickie
Not the usual, but itâs happened before. Quickies are whenever heâs in a rush to do something or when youâre in a semi public setting.
R = Risk
Yes, he can be a risk taker but it makes the sex anxious. Heâs got a lot of eyes on him at all time so he needs to be wary.
S = Stamina
Oh honey, heâs not done until youâre done. You think all that stamina training from his early days wouldnât translate into sex? Youâre in for a surprise.
T = Toys
Heâs not a massive fan.
U = Unfair
Toshinori is not one to tease you during sex, really itâs the opposite. Heâs a giver and always follows through with pleasure.
V = Volume
Lots of grunting and heavy breathing. Heâs not particularly loud, but just enough to get you going.
W = Wild card
Once you gave him under the table head whilst at U.A. and it was the best blowjob ever. He thinks about it often and canât help but get hard.
X = X-ray
Both forms heâs packing a nice 9 inches. However the girth changes slightly between forms.
Y = Yearning
If he wasnât so busy, heâd want to sleep with you every day but alas there arenât enough hours in the day.
Z = Zzz
Heâs not good at sleeping but after a particularly tiring session, heâll pass out.
#bnha toshinori#bnha x reader#bnha#bnha smut#mha toshinori#mha x reader#mha#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia#my hero acedamia#my hero smut#all might#all might x reader#all might x you#toshinori yagi x reader#yagi toshinori
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No but all might with the prettiest most angelic little housewife
always has a delicious dinner on the table when he gets home from hero work
showers with him so she can wash his hair and massage his back
comes to bed in pretty soft light clothing and kisses him so chastely he almost feels bad for pulling her to straddle him by her hips
all might with a pretty housewife who lets him fuck his stress out on her
wraps her legs around his waist as best she can
all might with a pretty housewife who won't let him feel guilty about the bruises he leaves on her hips and thighs
he deserves this, really, a caring, soft, feminine angel that does all she can to take care of him
just all might with a perfect housewife
#all might#bnha#smut#all might x reader#all might my beloved#toshinori yagi#mha#yagi toshinori x reader#toshinori yagi x reader#all might x you
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I, personally, believe in dad might supremacy and if you think any different, your wrong
#dad might#all might#bnha#mha#toshinori yagi#boku no hero academia#all might x reader#my hero academia#young all might#izuku midoriya#izuku midoria x reader
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Hiii Could you do a fluff head cannon with all the mha pro heroes (aizawa,present mic,all might,mirko, And midnight) like little moments with child reader
Pro Heroes x Child Reader:
(Platonic) Fluff HCâs
Aizawa:
Snuggles with the reader all the time
Probably bought a matching sleeping bag for the reader
Has secretly put up their drawings in his office at school
Lets the reader sleep with him when they canât sleep or have a nightmare
Will go through the house and make sure no villains or monsters are hiding before bedtime
Reads story books at bedtime or tells the reader stories about uncle Mic or his students
Would definitely have pajama parties
Would help the reader build blanket and pillow forts in the living room and sleeps in them
Helps the reader as best he can with their homework
Hizashi:
Most definitely has dance parties or plays music videos games
Bought the reader one of the childrenâs karaoke machines and cheers the reader on now matter how bad their singing is
Loves playing hide and seek with the reader
If the kid likes to dress up whenever they play then heâll definitely help and tries to make the reader look like a mini him
Definitely bought the reader instruments like a toy keyboard or drums to let them explore music and see if they like it
Makes up the weirdest and silly stories for the readerâs bedtime
Helps the reader with their homework by making a game of it or making it entertaining
Has pictures and drawings from the reader all over his desk and office
All might:
Dad jokes 100%. Will tell all kinds of them no matter how lame or stupid they are
Plays pretend and has the reader be the hero who defeats the evil tickle monster
Tries to cook food with the reader like baking cookies or making their own homemade pizza. Has had to try to keep the reader from eating all the ingredients when they were younger
Carries the reader on his shoulders and will toss them in the air
Definitely tries to introduce foreign foods to the reader such as classic American dishes like an American hotdog or apple pie
Tells the reader stories of his hero days when he was younger or his experiences overseas as bedtime stories
Helps the reader understand their homework and shows them how to do it before letting them try if theyâre struggling
Letâs the reader wear his shirts since theyâre so big on reader and he thinks itâs cute
Proudly shows pictures and the readerâs drawings to his coworkers
Mirko:
Definitely cheers on the reader whenever they play Heroes and villains
Will definitely give actual advice on how to fight a villain
Has morning yoga sessions with the reader to help them increase their flexibility
Would most likely play wrestle with the child
Reader has a bunch or Mirko merch and has all the limited edition items thanks to Mirko
Recounts stories of the villains she fought that day as bedtime stories or makes some up
Tries to help the reader with their homework and will hire a tutor or ask another pro to help them if possible
Definitely has the readerâs drawings in her office and proudly displays them for all to see
Probably has a trampoline and teaches the reader how to do cool jumps
Midnight:
Loves going shopping for clothes with reader
Will definitely play heroes and villains with the child and be the villain
Would also pretend to be a civilian in need of saving
Helps reader design their âheroâ costume
If the child canât sleep then sheâll use her quirk to help them sleep
Will read story books to the reader and tuck them in at bedtime
Helps the reader with their homework by referencing the problems to things they already know or that they like, for example: with math, Midnight will use visual references like pieces of candy to help the reader understand addition and subtraction
Has bought so many stuffed animals for the reader, their room is basically filled with them
#mha x reader#bnha x reader#aizawa x reader#aizawa shouta#mha pro heroes#pro heroes x child reader#hizashi yamada x child reader#present mic x child reader#present mic x reader#hizashi yamada x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa x child reader#dadzawa#dad might#all might x reader#all might x child reader#toshnori yagi x child reader#yagi toshinori#Mirko x child reader#miruko x reader#mirko x reader#midnight x reader#midnight x child reader#nemuri x child reader#Nemuri kayama x child reader#mha x child reader#bnha x child reader
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W/ a drop-dead gorgeous s/o
(^ From this post)
Characters: Shota Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi
CW: gn or fem reader, reader is described as sweet + other things, you're married to Shota cause I said so, insecurities, slight Toshi angst, giving them flowers, uhh lmk if I missed anything
A/N: This kind of thing is like my favorite thing to write. Also I couldn't resist adding a ship dynamic picture for Toshi's. (Tags: @nnnyxie, @bingewatchintilldawn)
Shota Aizawa
No one knows how he managed to catch your attention. He had a messy appearance, and he could be harsh at times. But you were absolutely stunning. Not to mention you were incredibly polite and sweet. The first time you met his class, almost everyone was shocked. You had probably brought him flowers after the USJ attack to hopefully cheer him up. Just about everyone knew he was married, as he wore a ring, but they did not expect someone so utterly gorgeous and kind to be his partner Hizashi and Nemuri were the only ones you had met, as they had gone to your guys' wedding. But his students are a bit flabbergasted, and are mainly the ones who donât understand why you married him. But it doesnât mean they donât like you, in fact, they love it when you drop by. Mainly because youâre just nice, but also because Shota relaxes more around you, and they have a lower chance of being scoldedâŠÂ Or higher, depending on how you look at it But Shota is very thankful that you donât mind the way he looks. He was initially surprised when he found out you liked him, but he quickly accepted it. Though he will admit he was slightly skeptical at first, wondering if you had an ulterior motive. But you truly just loved him for who he was. And he did eventually understand that you just had pure, innocent intentions.
Toshinori Yagi
He himself has no idea how he pulled you. He doesnât have a great self image, so he doesnât understand why you of all people would be interested in him. At the start of your relationship (also when he was crushing) he could barely breathe around you. And early in your relationship people warned him that you might be using him, or something like that, and using your attractiveness to your advantage. He tells them that he knows you would never do that, and heâs correct. It just might take some time for other people to see that. But as your relationship progressed, he became less flustered around you. Heâll occasionally have doubts, and say stuff like âYou should be dating someone who still has their life ahead of them.â He was at the point where he was having a hard time comprehending how he could keep living without saving people But you reassure him that heâs the one you want, and that nothing is going to change that After he fought AFO, you brought him some flowers to put on his desk. But you wanted to surprise him, so you didnât tell him you were coming So when youâre directed to the teachers lounge, thereâs some awkward silence before he stands up and goes towards you. âYou brought me flowers.?â He seriously didnât expect you to get him anything, much less a bouquet of flowers Heâs very grateful for the flowers, and heâll keep them and then press them when they dry out (theyâre sunflowers.) He wants to kiss you, but he feels that doing it in front of the other staff members (specifically Present Mic) wouldnât be the best idea. And out of the students, Izuku is the first to find out, as heâs known Toshinori the longest. You probably end up calling him when heâs training him, and Izuku is able to tell reasonably quickly that whoever heâs talking to is very special to him. But he ends up meeting you when the other students do. And when you are introduced to them, you both receive a lot of questions. But in the end everyone likes having you around, and Toshinori is thankful for you and loves you very much.
This is the vibe you and Toshi give off
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Deeper(All Might x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, oral sex(male receiving), size kink, size difference, bodily fluids(cum) word count: 1.2k pairings: All Might x Fem!Reader summary: he's very aware of the size difference, but you don't care. you just want to make him feel good. a/n: full rendition of this thirst dividers by @adornedwithlight
Toshinori was always aware of how much bigger he is than you. He takes careful precautions never to exert too much force on you. Heâll never get too rough with you. Besides that, he is a very gentle man. He enjoys being soft and tender with you whenever he can.
The only time that caution seems to be thrown out the window is when youâre on your knees and trying to fit that big cock into your mouth. Something about seeing you struggle to take him into your mouth makes a part of him snap deep inside. It makes him want to shove you down onto his cock completely.
Yet he never does. And he most likely never will. You are far too precious to him for him to even consider hurting you like that. Heâd have to ask your consent and find ways to make sure youâre so comfortable with it. Even then, heâs sure it would just have to remain a fantasy.
One night, he comes home to you. Heâs a little pent up, a little more tired than usual. Seeing you being so domestic for him causes him to become even more aroused. Toshinori could never lie and say he doesnât find you attractive, especially when you do everything in your power to take good care of him.
Youâre finishing up dinner in the kitchen when he gets home. He towers over you, pulling you in so close that you can feel his muscles pressing into your soft body. Oh how he craves to be able to hold you like this. His breath is warm on your skin as he whispers in your ear.
âI am here, home at last.âÂ
You smirk playfully, turning a little just to be able to give him a sweet kiss. Youâre too good for him, he thinks. He believes that you must be an angel sent down to earth just for him. Despite thinking that he is in no way deserving of the love you give to him, Toshinori soaks it all in and appreciates every single moment of it.
âWelcome home, sunflower. Are you hungry?â
He chuckles, his voice booming. âYes! Very!â
You turn around completely and look up at him. All you can see is just the most beautiful human youâve ever laid eyes on. The feelings you have for him are tender, deep and so real. With love on your mind, you guide him to the table and you serve him his dinner.
Conversation is kept light and Toshinori hangs onto your every word. He could never tire of the things you say to him. The more he hears your voice, the more it begins to affect him. Heâs growing aroused just watching your lips move.
âDarling,â he breathes softly after heâs done eating. âI must admit that Iâm feelingâŠâ he then blushes.
âFeeling?â You ask, reaching over to gently soothe your thumb over his knuckles.
That little move alone has him shuddering. Thereâs a dark look in his eyes when he speaks to you once more. You know whatâs going on, but you desperately want to hear him say it.
âIâm aroused.â
You bite your lip seductively. You thought that maybe youâd have to coax it out of him. But he spilled it so quickly, it makes your head whirl. You grab his hand and lead him into the comfort of your bedroom.
It takes you very little time to be on your knees and tugging off his costume. Though you love how that spandex clings to his every muscle, having him bare to you is so alluring as well. His cock springs out, twitching and throbbing, begging for a little attention.
âHave you been so pent up, sunflower?â
He doesnât even know how to respond. When youâre on your knees like this, looking up at him with his cock in your hand, heâs barely able to string together coherent thoughts. You giggle softly before pressing a kiss to the frenulum. The hulking blond above you lets out a raspy moan.
âIâveâŠIâve been pent up. I didnât want to bother you withâŠthis.â Toshinori admits.
You coo softly, continuing your soft little kisses and kitten licks. Heâs not even sure how heâs going to manage to last if you continue to tease him like this. His cock keeps throbbing in your hand. But before he can even say or do anything, you wrap your lips around the tip and begin stroking the shaft.
His head falls back and his hips thrust ever so slightly. That last shred of self-control is what brings him back to reality and he stills himself. You look up at him with this cute lovesick look in your eyes, and heâs almost done for just by this. His large hand reaches down to stroke your cheek, and heâs mesmerized by the way you seem to worship him.
Slowly, you begin to bob your head up and down on the tip and part of his shaft. Youâre confident in wanting to take more, but your lover is quick to stop you. He would never want you to hurt yourself just for the sake of his own pleasure. Your eyes meet once more when you look up at him, and he looks so lewd. His cheeks are pink, eyes half-open and his lips part as he grunts and whimpers.
âD-donât do anything to hurt yourself. It already feels so divine, my love.â
His words make you shudder. You desperately want to take more of him into your mouth. Youâre stubborn about certain things, and this is something you know youâd want to do even if he said it was okay. You want to feel him even deeper into your mouth. His size may be intimidating, but youâre ready to take on more.
You push down a little more, and Toshinori is shaking. His knees are buckling. Your drool lubricates his dick a little more, easing the passage into your mouth. He wonders how heâs even managed to hold on for this long. A choked moan falls from his lips as you swallow around him.
âP-pace yourself. Itâs okay, donât take on too much.â
Once again, your willingness to please this big man is so strong. You look up at him, your tongue swirling around the tip before you reach behind him and you grab his ass. He grunts loudly, shuddering under your touch. Your hands push him further into your mouth; further than heâs ever been.
âOh fuck,â he groans. âIâm gonnaââ
His whole body tenses as his balls draw up. He doesnât have time to warn you before shot after shot of thick, hot cum begins to splash down your throat. As you struggle to swallow it all, heâs in the throes of his orgasm. His grip on you tightens for a moment, holding you there so he can finish completely down your throat. Then he snaps out of it and helps you off his cock.
âDarling, are you alright? Iâm so sorry. Can you breathe?â Apologies fall from his lips as he looks down at you. His cheeks are so red right now.
You laugh sweetly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and standing up. Toshinori helps you to your feet, pulling you close. His hands are gentle as he tenderly caresses your hair.
âIâm happy I was able to do that for you,â you tell him.Â
He smiles sweetly, âI really donât know what Iâve done to deserve you.â
You squeal in surprise when he picks you up and tosses you onto the bed, his hands working to undress you as quickly as possible. Then he kisses his way down your body, spreading your thighs.
âBut I know what Iâll do to keep you happy.â
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thinking about him going out to buy some groceries.. he'd then come home with a bouquet of flowers and the bag of groceries in the other.
"honey, i'm home! ya got some work to do!" he yells out from the kitchen.
his voice was loud enough so that you can hear him from the living room.
you didn't know what he meant but as soon as you made your way to the kitchen and saw the bouquet of daisies, your eyes glimmered at the sight of them.
he notices, of course, your husbands heart flutter as you reach out to give him a quick peck on the cheeks.
"these look exactly like the daisies that we saw in switzerland!!" you exclaim.
you vividly recall the flower bed you saw on your recent trip together, exploring countries in europe over the span of two weeks.
it hadn't been a week yet since you'd both gotten back, but your dear husband was working as hard as ever despite being jet lagged.
"i know," he says. while he arranges all the groceries he had bought into the pantry and the fridge, you're busy yourself.
cutting the stems and preparing the cute flower filled vase, you place it in the middle of the kitchen island.
it sure does make the room brighter. âĄ
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â BRUISED EGO ; PART TWO ; TOSHINORI YAGI ; äżć
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summary: he should have waited for you. but no, toshinori felt like he had something to prove. now, roles are reversed and he needs your help. pairing: younger!toshinori yagi / f!reader ; hero name: derecho word count: 5k tags: afab!reader, fingering, oral (male receiving), piv, sex pollen trope but make it canon specific, dirty talk, praise kink, denied feelings, deeply needy fucking, size difference, toshinori being a good old fashioned lover-boy (again), enemies-to-coworkers-to-lovers hits hard a/n: oh wow a part two,,, i'm sick in the head â previous | the tag
This ain't great.
This is, uh, bad actually.
Like, Toshinori has absolutely no idea what to do, bad.Â
For Christ's sake, he's All Might. He should have known better. He should have known to wait for you â but no, he just had to calm his nerves by beginning your usual shared patrol an hour early.Â
It's been one week, two days, six hours, and thirty-seven minutes since he last saw you. Not that he's counting. It's not like he's suddenly acutely aware of the time he's spent apart from you, or anything.Â
Japan is locked in a heatwave.Â
(Or, maybe it's just the fever in his bones.)
Large, calloused palms dig into his eyes as he leans back against the rooftop's barrier and groans. Toshinori drops his head against the iron railing in defeat, sending a twang through the hot air. Sweat is running down his back beneath his suit, tracing the curve of his spine.
Oh, and he's hard.
Painfully hard.
Like he said, this ain't great.
The call went out that they spotted the same love quirk user from last week holding some sex workers at gunpoint. He should have waited. The two of you could have handled him easily.Â
But, no. Toshi had to go and think he had something to prove.Â
He groans again, pounding his knuckles to the gravel.
It's going to be all over the evening news. That clip of him, panicking, and absolutely decking the very-much-not-a-real-violent-threat-of-a-man in the face on reflex after being hit with his quirk. He couldn't help it. It was like... a knee-jerk. It's like suddenly you're being touched everywhere and nowhere. It's strange. Sort of violating. It... I-It was just all he could do, okay?Â
And he apologized! Plenty! A-And Officer Tsukauchi said it was fine, that he had it handled, as a bunch of officers began to help the now-unconscious offender out of the storefront's debris.
...Toshinori's phone is ringing.
He has half the mind to ignore it.
But it's the guitar riff from 'Bad to the Bone'.Â
It's you.
He barks out a huffed 'shit'Â before digging his phone from the pocket in his belt. Even your picture glowing alongside the phone call notification is enough to make his cock throb.Â
It's not even racy. It's blurry. It's in the All Might Agency's lobby. You're smiling. It's such a rare sight. You're holding up your official hero license and a big thumbs up.
He took the picture a few years ago. It was a big deal, a huge win. Your hair was a little shorter, and your hands weren't as scarred from Pro-Hero work as they are now. And god, that smile.Â
...Jesus, you're just happy and he's this horny?Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Â
Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.
Toshinori picks up on the last ring.
"Where the hell are you?"Â comes your voice, cutting through the sound of wind â he can hear the thrum of your bike's engine in the background, "I've been looking all over for you, and I just got a call from Tsukauchi â are you alright?"
The sound of your voice is making his mouth dry.
"I'm fine."
He's not fine.
He's sitting here, aroused out of his mind and in pain, trying to battle through the mind-numbing, knuckle-breaking heat of desire. He can't even come close to the word 'fine'. He's a mess. All he can do is sit here and sweat because he knows no amount of trying to jerk off is going to solve this problem.
He's so not fine.
You can tell.
Tsukauchi gave few details â just that whatever the hell happened sent All Might hightailing it outta there. And, after getting a brief description of the prep, you had a pretty good idea why.Â
Your fingers twitch against the throttle.
"Send me your location," you say sternly; the glint of your helmet's visor catches the passing lights of traffic as you talk into the built-in comms system, "I'm coming to get you."
"No," he grits out, tugging on a piece of his blonde fringe, "N-No. I'll be fine. I-I am fine. Just need some timeâ"
"Toshinori," you bark back as you check for an opening between cars; your whole body is hot and it's not just from the summer heat, "I'm not asking. Let me help."Â
...Oh.
Help. Right.
It's ambiguous and sort of ominous but, if he squints, it's the first time either of you has even come close to talking about what happened last week. Y'know. When he kissed you in your entryway, the way he ate you out on your couch, or the way he absolutely fucked your brains out in your bed. All because you had been hit with the same quirk influence he's riding out now.
His location pings up on your visor's HUD.Â
"Be there in five."
And you hang up.
Because â I mean, what else is there to say? You are going to do what you have to to help him. Just like he did for you. Then, maybe it will be even! And then, maybe, this feeling that has been eating your heart away for the last week will disappear. Right? And things will go back to normal!
...Right?
Ha! B-Because, yea, that feeling is definitely guilt, right? Like... You... uh. You feel bad. Because... he had to... help. And you haven't helped him. Right. Yes.Â
Yep.
Not because you can't stop thinking about his hands on your face, cradling you tenderly as he drove himself deep into you. Not because you can't stop thinking about the way he looked up at you with his tongue flat on your clit. Not because you can't stop thinking about his voice, or his smile, or his laugh, or hisâ
The telltale roar of a motorcycle sets Toshinori Yagi's stomach ablaze.Â
Immediately, the air gets thicker like the feeling before a summer thunderstorm. He knows you're here. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and before he can rub the feeling away, you're there.Â
On the roof.
"You look..." you breathe out as your feet touch down with a crackle of lightning crescendoing around you, "Like shit."Â
(Truly he looks divine. Rosey cheeks, his chest heaving. His eyes are half-lidded. There's a bead of sweat that runs down his jaw, down down down, down his neck, then disappears beneath the collar of his suit.)
Toshi sighs. It's a ragged sound. He pulls his knees up, trying his best to hide the apparent tenting across the front of his hero costume. He scrapes his rough palm down his face.
"Don't startâ"
"Did I look this bad?" you ask, voice hiking an octave as you move towards him. You keep an even distance. Your face is morphed into a look of pity, but there's something in your voice that makes the knot in Toshinori's gut wind tighter, "He got you good, huh, Tosh'?"
He can't do nicknames right now.
"Ha, ha," he grits out, the trademarked All Might boisterousness dying in favor of the lackluster, dry humor he was born with, "You're real funny, zippy."
It's your favorite flavor of him. The man is out of the limelight. Though he may still be bigger than life biceps and thick steel-corded quads, the facade has fallen.Â
"And you're a mess," you sigh as you squat down, rummaging in your pack for something. It's a water bottle. You offer it as you watch him.Â
The condensation kisses his fingertips as he takes it and pops it open.Â
He takes a long drink, caps it off, then presses the cold bottle to the back of his neck. It does little to dissipate the tension in his broad shoulders. The sensation arguably makes it worse. Another bead of sweat runs down his back.
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
We're never gonna talk about this again echoes somewhere in the back of his mind. At this rate, they're gonna have to talk about this. Because once is just a fluke. Twice is a problem. A real problem.Â
He places the bottle back on the ground after another long sip.
Your heart is hammering in your chest. Despite your desperate attempt to remain levelheaded, you know exactly how he's feeling at this moment. You gotta admit, his self-control dwarfs your own though. You could hardly keep your hands off him the second he walked in your door.Â
You wrestle your bike helmet off, and Toshinori has to quell the wave of longing that rises in his chest. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and neck. He suddenly wishes he made you look this way â windswept and sweating.Â
The jet-black helmet lands on the rooftop with a thwat. He can see his ragged, flushed reflection in the black visor.Â
Your voice is soft. "Hey."
It brings his focus back to you. His mouth is dry. Big blue eyes swivel as they rake across your face â and he hates how his cock jumps at how softly you speak next.
"What do you need right now, Toshinori?"
His chest is rising and falling a little faster. The usual steadfast expression on his face has melted into something doe-eyed and boyish. It makes your heart clench.Â
"Are you sure about this?" his voice cracks as he swallows roughly. It's a non-answer. It's a metaphorical boot-kicking-in-the-door, though. Toshinori rakes his hands through his hair, "I-I... I can wait it outâ"
You exhale tightly; your rationale is clear. Totally unbiased and very much not rooted in an unabashed obsession with the way he touches you.Â
"Tosh', you helped me. I won't sit around and let you suffer when the same hand is dealt your way."
He drops his head back again. Another twang echoes through the night air.Â
"Plus," you offer with a slow, crooning smile, "I've always been a sucker for a damsel in distress."
It takes a second.
Then, one blue eye cracks open. Long, dark blonde lashes flutter a bit â and then, he's smirking.Â
Ha.Â
Right.
"You sure about this?" he asks, his head still dropped back and shoulders slumped.Â
"Sure as I'll ever be, big man."
That's the only permission he needs.
Toshinori Yagi is fast. He has to be. He's the Number One Hero in all of Japan. Top of the popularity ranks, fan-favorite, best stats in history. Being fast is part of the gig.Â
He's fast to sit up and catch you in a kiss that feels like a bruise â tender and aching and miscalculated. It's teeth and tongue and then a deliciously low noise that rumbles up from his chest and sets your whole body on fire.Â
His grip is rough â his fingers fist your hair as he drags you closer, his mouth presses firmly to yours as you scramble against the rough rooftop. It's...Â
Needy.
You're crawling towards him.
"That's my line," he breathes out, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and pressing back in to steal your breath. His grip tightens in your hair. His voice is so low that it feels like someone lights a fire under your skin. It's rough and breathless and so not All Might. Â
"It's a good line," you mutter back as your brain stutter-steps. You pull away to crawl closer and straddle his hips. Your knees pin his cape to the gravel. You're kissing him again, letting his feverish need set the pace, "Worked on me."
You can feel him through your hero suit.Â
His suit's pants are thick, made of some patented material you can never remember the name of â but his arousal is more than apparent as you settle your weight down against him. The added pressure earns a throaty hum of approval.Â
You always forget just how big he is in this form â his hands dwarf your hips as he drags his grip down, allowing himself a little bit of an edge when he unceremoniously bucks up against you.Â
"Sorry," he slurs out, his boots scraping against the roof; it's utterly pathetic, "Sorryâ"
"Stop apologizing," you breathe out as you follow his lead and continue the movement, grinding your hips down, "I asked what you neededâ"
"Anything," Toshinori's words rush out with his blue eyes screwed closed tightly as he grips your hips and slots his mouth back against yours, "Anything you'll give me."
...How is he so romantic? Even in a moment like this? Even when he's blindly seeking friction through his pants, bucking his hips against your own, as he moans into your mouth.Â
"Hands? Mouth?" you parrot his line of questioning from your previous encounter; it seems to knock some sense into him.
His breath catches. Blue eyes widen minutely. You feel him twitch beneath you.
"God, mouth, pleaseâ"
Who would have ever anticipated you'd be here?Â
Who would have ever anticipated you'd be helping him work off his belt, work off his tactical pants? Who knew you'd be watching his taut stomach flex as you push his costume's top higher up his torso, who knew you'd be dragging his stupid All Might-themed boxers down his narrow hips to spring him free?Â
Who thought you'd ever see him like this, so desperate and winded and needy?Â
Not you, that's for sure. You never thought, in all those years you sat in prison, this would be your life shortly after: giving head â happily â to the man who put you there in the first place.Â
And here you are, slipping him a tentative look as you wrap a gloved hand around his hardness and smirk.Â
"Is this okay?" you murmur up at him, on your hands and knees. You're teasing him. He knows this.Â
Toshinori laughs â an incredulous bark. It's all you need to hear as confirmation.Â
The sound splinters into a choked moan when you bend down and take him into your mouth.
He sees stars.
This is going to be a problem.
All he can do is lean back and grip the guard rail over his head for dear life because ho-oly shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. His biceps go taut, his knuckles white, and he tries so hard to keep his hips still as you hum around him. His whole body shudders â his thighs tensing under your other hand as you balance above him.Â
This is â son of a bitch. Your grip around the base of his cock tightens incrementally, and as you lap at the head of his cock, his thoughts die in a strangled burst of pleasure.Â
Then, his hand lands on your cheek.
The touch is reverent. Holy. Tender and adoring.
"Jesus, Der'," he slurs out, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to keep his eyes on you; he can't stare too long. The sight is too much. Too pretty. Mouth full of him, "You're such a good girl."Â
There it is.Â
The little bit of praise he slipped you before.Â
If the iron rail creeks beneath his tightening grip, neither of you pays it any mind.Â
You're on your knees, gloved hand around his shaft, watching his face contort into something so wonderfully steeped in bliss. You've got more important things to mind rather than the structural integrity of some stupid rooftop rail.Â
Like the way his stomach clenches â the way his abs tighten. Like the way he says your name or the way he chokes out a nervous laugh when you take him just a litttttle deeper.Â
"Fucking shit," he hisses; you make a mental note to rib him for his language some other time. Hearing him curse like this is a hell of an indicator for your ego that you're doing a good job, "Der', if you keep that upâ"
"What?" you rasp, spit connecting your mouth to his cock, "You'll cum?"
Something snaps.Â
It's a flash of red and blue and silver and blonde, his cape tearing through the air.Â
Suddenly, you're pinned to the rooftop â gravel scrapes as your boots kick and grapple for purchase. Your elbows scuff against the ground. The wind is swept out of your body and he's kissing you so roughly you swear you taste blood. One of his hands is locked around your jaw. You're effectively trapped.Â
All you can do is let out a shaky, startled, yet painfully aroused laugh.Â
His other hand isn't gentle â it's tearing at the bottom half of your suit, unceremoniously snapping the button of your tactical pants open and shoving his hand down the front of them. You can feel a slight shake in his fingers as they delve past your underwear and slip into your folds.
"I need you," he hisses; his eyes are dark, and you can see the edge of frustration building. You know the feeling.Â
Another kiss.
Suddenly, there are two fingers in you.Â
You whine against his mouth.
He doesn't waste any time. He can't. Not when all he can think about is splitting you open on his cock. You're right here and you're soft and beautiful and fuck, he can't even think straight when you clamp down on his middle and ring finger.Â
"Be nice,"Â you warn between pants and whines and whimpers. It's an empty threat.
"Or what?" he chirps back, working his fingers in and out; his voice hitches along the syllables, trying his best to sound unaffected by the little breathy sound you let out when he kisses your jaw, "You'll cum?"
It's your turn to laugh. Your hands grapple with his cape, trying to anchor yourself in any way possible. You fist it as his fingers continue the task at hand: opening you up enough to take him. His knees nudge your legs open a little bit farther. Toshinori's body feels like it's on fire.Â
His heavy, hot cock drags up the inside of your thigh and he shudders.Â
His face is pressed to your shoulder in a flash; it's good because he doesn't see the blissful smile working its way across your face as our own arousal builds.Â
"You're soaking wet," he strangles out; his pride is overshadowed by the embarrassing need to have you. He feels like if he doesn't, this raging fever will just get worse and worse and worse.Â
"Par for the course," your words hitch on a hot wave of arousal as his palm grinds down against your clit. You grip his wrist, trying to ignore the tell-tale shake in your legs. His hand is holding your face.
"At least I'm doin' something right," he whispers, his breath hot against your cheek as he relinquishes his fingers from your heat and drags your mouth across your jaw, "Y'think... Think you can...?"
Take him? Yea.
You're a brave girl.Â
Yea, that shouldn't be a problem.Â
What is a problem is your riding gear and hero suit â but Toshinori can't be bothered. He's grappling with them for you, hauling you into his arms as he drags them down enough. They get caught on the tops of your boots, but he doesn't give a shit. Not when you're here, spread, and glistening before him. Not when you're in his lap, half-dressed, and trying to maneuver yourself down onto him with some semblance of grace.Â
Everything is bigger when it comes to Mr. Double Detriot Smash.
Again, you're a brave girl. You're not going to shy away from the upgraded dicking down you got last week. Hell, that was great. Filled you up perfectly, and hit all the right spots... and now, you're realizing that the already tight fit is going tobe a littttle tighter.Â
Your knees are like jello as your fingertips dig into his shoulders. Your hair is wild â and you're sweating. He's no better off; there's a crease of worry in his brow, even amidst the blinding heat of desire that's eating him up inside.Â
He knows he's big. He's huge. He's...Â
This is the first time he's ever had sex in this empowered form.Â
Not like he advertises this as a service.
He'd be lying through his trademarked smile if he said he wasn't nervous â but there you go, giving him just another reason why he should buy a ring tomorrow and give you everything you've ever wanted because fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, you're so tight and hot and wet and the sound you make the second you sink down on himâ
"God, yes, Tosh'."
The gasp that wrings itself from his mouth is utterly pathetic. He doesn't care. He truly can't even think straight â all he can do is dig his fingertips into your hips and slam his mouth against yours to muffle the whines crawling up his throat.Â
"Stay right there," you whisper; there's an edge to your voice of warning. He's trying to listen. He's trying to be aâ
"Good boy."
You're holding his face and he can't seem to catch his breath. His boots scuff in the dirt, his brows knit, and he inhales sharply when you clamp down on him for good measure. Fuck. Shit. God, nonono. He needs to move. He needs â c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, please.
"Der'â"
You're kissing him again â and then you move. Slow at first, a little hiccup of your hips. Then, more assured, more confident. An easy up, then down. Then again, and again, and again. And again.Â
"God, yes," he nearly cries; he smothers his desperate moan into a kiss that melts away time. Toshinori's hands are trying to find purchase, trying to help guide you up and down his cock as best he can. He doesn't want you to do all the work â he wants to help, "You're so fucking good, Der'."
"Y-Yea?" you breathe out, your entire body shuddering at the praise. Your hip tightens, and you don't even have the wherewithal to consider the cramp. You're not stopping for anything.
Not when this is, like, the hottest thing you've ever done.Â
"You have no idea," he melts into another kiss that's all tongue and adoration, his bare thread composure snapping up like his hips in a testing manner, "Lemme fuck you, please, Der', please, please, I promise I'll be goodâ"
It certainly felt good.
All you can do is hold onto his shoulders.Â
If you've learned one thing in the time you've known Toshinori Yagi, it's that he's a man of his word. He holds promises in the deepest homes of his heart, ensuring that nothing prevents him from honoring them. He's dedicated entirely to those around him and to seeing them prevail. Toshinori, even on his worst days, never makes a promise he can't keep.Â
So, promising he'll be good?
I mean â it depends on the definition, doesn't it?
If 'good' is desperate, pathetic, fast drillings of his hips as you cling to him and gasp? If 'good' is filthy, muttered praise into your collarbone as he slams into you again, and again, and again?
If 'good' is scrambling in the gravel, being pressed flat as he takes you from behind?
Then, yea.
He's really good.
He's incredibly good â especially as he presses his chest to your back, and wraps his arm around your front. His fingers are greedily pushing through your folds as he keeps up his thoroughly rough pace. The thick, calloused pads of his ring and middle finger grace your clit and you nearly scream.Â
The gravel is biting into your knees and palms but you don't care. Not when his mouth is on your neck and he keeps saying your name over and over and over and over again as he drives you into the ground. Not Derecho. Not some tender version of a nickname.
Your name.Â
The hot fire of your arousal is building steadily â the wet, explicit sounds of him pushing his cock into you over and over again as he pins you are doing plenty, but it's the way he says your name that really seals your fate.Â
Toshinori isn't here right now. Come back in two business days. He's lost in the bone-deep influence of this quirk, hellbent on filling you up and proving he's a good boy. He can give you everything. A ring, a house, a life â three more motorbikes and whatever you want on top of that.Â
Fuck, he loves you.
Your fingers dig into the rooftop.Â
"Oh, fuck, Toshi â yes," you cry; there's a crack in your voice, "Right there. K-Keep... Keep doing thatâ"
"C'mon, I wanna f-feel you cum," he babbles as you bury your face into his elbow bracing his weight, "Come on, Der', you're such a good girl, you're taking me so well, I know you c-canâ"
Everything is Toshinori. His breath is hot against your neck as he pants, and his voice â so low and honeyed â is right in your ear as he moans.
Even now, he's ever so selfless.
"I need you to cum first," he grits as his fingers work your clit just a little faster, "C'mon, Der', you're doing so good â you deserve it, you deserve to cum so hardâ"
Your knees jerk â and the world's best orgasm rushes up to meet you headfirst. A snap of lightning ignites your skin as you lose all control, and so suddenly Toshinori is right behind you, tumbling down the white-hot bliss of the best sex he's ever had in his life.Â
He made you snap, he made you lose control, h-he made you cumâ
His composure shatters. There's a guttural sound wrenched from deep in his chest and it's delicious. He finishes with a series of frantic thrusts that make you whine. His mouth is on your neck, your cheek, then your mouth.Â
You crane yourself back, humming delightfully into the kiss that quells the rolling tide of desire into something softer.Â
His whole body shudders as the after-quakes of your orgasm ripple along him. All Toshi can do is smother his sounds into another kiss. This one is slower. It's needy in a different way.Â
When the kiss finally slows, it takes a second for him to peel his eyes open.
You look thoroughly wrecked.Â
Your expression is that of a woman exhausted.Â
Toshinori is suddenly aware of his own bulk, his own weight. Gently, he presses a hand to your cheek as he pushes himself up and off of you. His muscles burn â and pulling out of you makes his entire chest ache.Â
The feeling wrings a gasp out of you.Â
You exhale slowly, through pursed lips. Then, you brace yourself up on your elbows and hang your head. Toshinori flops gracelessly onto his back, his arms and legs spread with his half-hard cock sloped against his stomach. Your slick is coating him. His pants are half down around his ankles, and his usual up-right bangs have sagged. From heat or exhaustion, you're not sure.Â
It sure as hell is cute.Â
"You okay?" you ask after a second, taking him in as he begins to catch his breath.Â
"Oh, yea, just peachy," he rumbles. The thousand-yard stare into the evening air is a hell of a thing on him.Â
It makes you bark out a laugh.
Toshinori lolls his head to the side lazily, taking you in.
Your knees and elbows are bleeding. You're picking out the gravel stuck to your palms. You're in no better of a state â your pants are half on, wrenched down over your riding boots, and your uniform's top is pushed up over your breasts. His orgasm is leaking out of you, and the insides of your thighs are coated with your own arousal. Your hair is a mess.Â
You're both messes.
You laugh again â and his own laugh starts shortly thereafter. Before you two know it, you're both locked in a laughing match that only ends when you try to reach to shove his shoulder. Your abs burn. Toshinori tries to muscle the grin off his face but fails.
Fuck.Â
Fuck, that feeling hasn't gone away.Â
It wasn't guilt.
Mayday, mayday, abort, abort, it wasn't guilt. He's smiling at you in the moonlight, looking so utterly wrecked and handsome and gentleâ
His hand moves, a single crux finger gracing the curve of your arm soothingly. It's slow. Tentative. Hesitant. Not too much, not too little.Â
Toshinori's voice is rough with sheepishness.
"Are we, uh, are we never gonna talk about this, too?" he asks.Â
The touch and the question make your heart kick into a stutter.Â
You swallow roughly.
"I..." you drop your head, as you wet your lips; play it cool, "Is it something you... want to talk about?"
"...Do you?"
A non-answer.
Your lashes flutter as your stare widens. You open your mouth, about to say something, but suddenly both of your phones are blaring with a city-wide alert.Â
It takes a second for it to register â and as suddenly as the moment came, it went.Â
ALERT, ALERT, ALL PROS REPORT TO CITY HALL, MULTIPLE HOSTAGES, ARMED GUNMAN, ALL PROS REPORT TO CITY HALL, ALERT, ALERT! Â
You're struggling to haul your pants up as All Might fumbles with his belt. You hop on one foot, cursing as he scrambles for his phone in the gravel.
"You gotta be kidding me," he grits quietly, thumbing through the notification as you struggle in the middle distance behind him, tripping into your pack as you try and button your pants.Â
"Time to go?" you ask pathetically as you try to ignore the feel of after-sex between your legs.Â
"I guess that conversation is going to have to wait until later," he says apologetically, bending to grab your helmet. He offers it as you shrug on your pack; there's a sudden cocky confidence seeping back into his posture, "So let's make this quick, shall we?"
You swallow down a rush of worship.Â
"I guess so," you remark easily, again trying your best to seem cool. That's your whole persona after all. Little miss spiteful, cold, rough-around-the-edges...
Beautiful, perfect, lovely, Toshi muses as you shove your helmet on and jut your chin his way. You flick your eyes toward the edge of the building.
He's already got a running start.Â
"After you, All Might."
"Race you there, Derecho."Â
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â© Eat Me, Number One.
â© allmight x pro!heroFem reader
wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the heroâs banquet.
â© warnings and tags: public sex, secret sex, ass eating, rough sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, breeding, size difference, age gap, (late 20s reader), etc.
shout out to my editor, tysm <333!
âfuck, this latex is sticking to my skin. shota, can we go? im not in the mood for this uppity shit, maybe we can get some ramen or something?â
âno, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since heâs the loudest one out of all of us.â aizawa, your best friend and colleague, replied as he took a bite of the salty chip in his mouth. you sighed and downed the shot in front of you, while tugging on the latex of your hero suit with your free hand.
the three of you were currently attending the annual heroâs banquet, which was made for all heroes to meet and mingle with each other. yamada had spotted the karaoke room and tip-toed away from the group when the three of you arrived, leaving you and aizawa alone. you both hated coming to these things, but yamada forced both of you to come every time.
âgonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.â your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carryingâdowning it like it was nothing. getting hammered was your goal. maybe you could get *him* off of your mind. you maneuvered through the crowd of heros, mind bubbling with thoughts before your eyes landed on the huge figure of the number one hero; allmight.
it mightâve been the liquor finally taking its toll on your body, making your legs feel like jelly or just seeing him period, that had butterflies filling your stomach. you were beyond nervous, it had been months since the last time youâve seen him. the last time you did wasnât the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you werenât gonna let that one time stop you from saying âhelloâ and running off to find the bathroom.
you managed to walk over and tap the bottom of his muscular back, his seven foot frame towering over you as he turned toward you. his usual âsmilingâ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. ây/n, itâs good to see you.â
âlikewise,â you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. âwaitây/n,â he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you back towards him, his eyes scanning your face before dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. âcan we talk?â you gave a quick nod and he pulled you away. you wanted to get answers, closure for the last time you two saw each other, so you could finally stop cringing at the memory.
the older pro hero led you through the crowd and into an empty room, which happened to be the bathroom. the seven foot tall man closed the door behind you both, and locked itâbefore turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.
ây/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasnât your fault that the date ended like that. i never meant to leave you like that. i know duty calls, but I should have never left like that without telling you, i'm sorry.â his voice was soft, sincere, and you could tell by his body language that he truly meant it.
a few months ago, you had went on a date with the number one hero. it was all going good, you had gotten to know each other really well during drinks and when you two had finally made it your table for food, he just disappeared in a blink of an eye. he didnât call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecureâleading you to believe that he didnât actually like you.
âyou donât have to apologizeââ
âbut, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldnât make this into something more serious; didnât have the opportunity to kiss youâ.â
âyou wanted to kiss me?â it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each otherâs. the more the two of you stared at each other, the more your body temperature rose. everything about him was so captivating. maybe that was a perk of being one of the best heroâs japan has ever seen, but you were definitely falling for him.
it was sudden but his lips were on yours and all you could do was happily accept. your lips melted onto each otherâs, dancing a smoother dance than a tangoâwith your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldnât fight your growing arousal anymore, the crush that you had on the older man was bigger than ever.
he swiftly picked you up, not breaking the kiss not once. it was like a scene in a movie with the way he handled you. he propped you up against the white bathroom door, while he made love to your mouth. you clutched onto his yellow locks, pulling away from this kiss that had left you breathless. âthink you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.â
he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costumeâfreeing your plump and swollen breasts. allmight quickly wrapped his lips around your tender love buds, began to suck on them like it was the best candy he had ever tasted. you couldnât suppress your moans; letting them flow freely out of your kiss-bitten lips.
he removed his mouth from your nipples, kissing between your breats and down your stomach. âallmightâplease~â
âtoshinori,â he corrected with a squeeze to your ass; making you squeal out. you had long forgotten about the party, or the possibility of other people being there.
âtoshinori, please. just fuck me already.â he was taken aback by your vulgar words, but it riled him up even more. your hero suit fell down in an instant and he was lifting you off to the other side of the bathroom. using his quirk, he slid the toiletries off the sinkâs counter and placed you on your kneesâyour ass sitting up in the air just for him; allowing him to dive his head right in between.
gasping, you held onto the marble countertop, while he licked your from your ass all the way down to your swollen clit. his fluid mixing with yours created a slippery mess, which caused you to go crazy. no wonder he was considered a pro.
âshit toshiâjust like that, fuckâŠâ you bounced your ass back onto his face, his big hands gripped your waist tighter; lips still attached to your wet clit. you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you were ready to accept it. however, much to your dismay, he pulled away from your dripping wet backside.
âwait toshi, i was gonna cum.â he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. âlook, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and thatâs okayâ,â you cut off his rambling by replacing his hand with yours on his bulge, fondling it. it left him groaning, eyes shutting from the pleasure.
âi'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.â he chuckled at your response and gave you one last look, before he let his blue hero suit and briefs fall to the ground; showing all of him.
you couldâve sworn your eyes had fell out of your head due to how widen you opened them. standing about nine inches tall, his cock greeted you; dripping nothing but translucent fluid. it stood against his abs, twitching with need. not only was he lengthy, he was girthy too. you couldnât help but to gulp as you thought about him entering you.
as much as you were nervous, you swallowed that doubt and angled him towards your aching entrance; after all you were a hero, you couldnât let this scare you.
pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressureâyou had never been spread open like that. profanities flew out your mouth as he helped push himself inside, your soft walls clenching around his shaft; making him curse lowly.
he was only half way inside, since thatâs all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori movedâthe wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroomâdriving the older man crazy. he was losing control over himself, each time you made those sexy noises; he wanted to slam himself deeper inside of you. to hear you yelp out and to feel you squeeze around him. to see all the cream build around him. to see how far he could drive you to insanity just by fucking you.
despite being a hero, the way he was thinking about punishing you with his dick; contradicted his heroic beliefs.
you on the other hand felt like you were going to die, in the most pleasurable way possible. each time he plunged inside of you, his thick tip hit your spot everytimeâcausing your toes to curl so tight; they felt like they were going to fall off. you babbled and moaned as he fucked the living shit out of you, calling his name while an orgasm ripped through you.
this was the most intense orgasm you had ever had. you were disconnected from reality a bit because of it, so you didnât realize that you were no longer on the sinkâs counter and now on the bathâs plush blue rugâuntil toshinori slammed down into you once again.
âfuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!â you had never heard him curse this much before, it was turning you on more and more.
he had you in the mating press position, hitting your most sensitive spot each time, while your hips and his balls met each time. you cunt was beyond wet, your juices dripped out and slid down onto the groundâcreating a huge puddle underneath you.
you could feel him twitch inside of you and his strokes became faster and harder. he was cumming, hard.
a knock on the bathroom door startled you, causing you to look at it.
âhey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,â a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.
âin a minuteâŠ.having someâshitâs-s-stomach problemsâ
âcâmon dude! youâve been in there for like an hourâ
âin a minute!â he yelled back, not stopping his movements. he was going to cum and nothing was going to stop him from finishing. with a few more slams, he released inside of you; while you came once more with himâthis time you squirted all over him.
he grabbed your smaller body and rolled over on his back, with you lying on top of his sweaty, naked body.
âweâre going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,â you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.
âthis is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now letâs get dressed, so i could show you more of why Iâm number one~â
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Yagi Toshinori/All Might x Reader
Fluff, suggestive
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All Might was strong, and soft. You knew this before you started dating (which was an operation performed strictly in secret, so wildly publicised would it be, to be seen on his arm in public).
Candlelit dinners in Musutafu's finest, instead became quiet nights in, with faithful security guards ushering you to the Might Tower penthouse where Toshinori waited, fizzing with excitement.
Instead, Toshinori took delight in stealing your blushes through deliberately poorly-timed whispered compliments. His array of vintage pet names would sound corny, were he any less sincere. It hadn't taken Toshinori long to cotton on to the glee to be found in a secret love affair.
And it hadn't taken long for you to retaliate; which was how you found out how soft the powerful All Might really was.
"I set you free for the rest of the afternoon, young ones! Spend your study time wisely! Strive to be the best you, that you can be!" Toshinori boomed over the heads of the students, filing out before him.
He spun, turning and bending down to you with that familiar trademark grin...only, heartfelt and wicked now, instead of fixed. His voice lowered barely enough to escape the students' notice.
"Of course," he intoned, his breath grazing your ear, setting a shiver down your spine, "my honeybee is already the best she that she could be."
You slapped a handful of books down on the desk, a frisson of electric sending you erect as you turned to him with a warning look in your eye. The warning look quickly died, at his boyish smile and natural warmth, unable to fight a man that you knew absolutely meant it.
Later, you approached him in the busy corridor, schooling your expression to that of polite disinterest in greeting a passing colleague.
"Yagi-san--"
Toshinori jostled you, sending papers tumbling to the floor, and apologising profusely in a dramatic hush, bending with you to collect the scattered reports from the floor.
"I apologise-- I really am sorry-- gosh, what a mess!" As people channelled around you, Toshinori's fingers plaited briefly with yours, his voice lowering again. "Not that messy is something my pookie identifies with, though. Not yet."
You dropped the rest of your papers, stuttering as Toshinori scooped them up with a flourish, standing with you and bundling them back into your arms. You stumbled, blushing as he clapped an enormous hand onto your shoulder with a laugh, and a thunderous farewell, leaving you stranded and skittish in the corridor.
In the lunch queue, you felt a shadow darken your tray, and turned, looking up. This time, Toshinori barely even bothered to alter his tone, instead hiding behind the student and faculty's food-related distraction. He plucked a tiny steaming basket from the self-service window, dropping it onto your tray with a muted thmp.
"Dumplings...for my dumpling."
You snapped, grabbing his usual cold brew from the fridge, and popping it onto his tray, smiling sweetly up at him.
"I'm lucky to have such a cute guy choosing lunch with me."
A blush burned over Toshinori's cheeks like you had slapped it on him. You felt a roar of success as, when you were called forwards, you saw Toshinori fumble his tray with enormous hands, his coffee splatting to the floor to his stuttered apologies. You left with a flick of the skirt and a smirk on your lips.
Between lessons, in the stream of shouting students, you felt yourself scooped in one great palm and effortlessly shepherded aside, hearing Toshinori's gravelly tones announce your departure; "My dear, could I borrow a moment of your time to discuss a lesson plan?"
You loaded a bullet as Toshinori pulled you round the corner, sniping him before he could take his shot.
"Darling, I must say--"
"What's such a handsome bear needing with me, in a narrow little corridor?"
Toshinori gasped, a single broad palm pressed to his chest, staggered by the force of his b-dmp. His blush rose from the collar up. He reached one trembling hand out to you as you walked away, leaving him stunned in your wake.
As the day wound to a close, you entered the staffroom, to find Toshinori and Aizawa stood, talking at the window. Toshinori grinned, faltering just so as you approached him with a honeydew smile.
You looped your hand through the crook of his elbow as if you were in black and white, pecked his cheek in a chaste little kiss, and fired off the killshot.
"I've missed you," you chirped, "Hubby."
A strangled choke left Toshinori's throat, and he almost buckled, gripping the window frame hard enough to make it crack with another hand clutching his heart.
Aizawa shot you a look of despair as you walked away, looking between you and Toshinori, who had yet to regain his usual colour. Aizawa called after you as you left, sniggering.
"You can't just do that to him. Hey! Come back! You can't do that to an old man--"
"Aizawa-kun, please--"
You called back over your shoulder. "He had it coming, Shouta. Turns out he can dish it out, but he can't take it!"
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â I WILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE ME
possessive pro heroes x pro hero male reader
taglist. @kaminari1 @eeveedragonxd @xrisdoesntexist @forgetaho @clown-ace @charlie-2024
â chapter summary. trying to forget the all might incident, three u.a students were assigned to study under (name) with endeavor tagging along to âhelpâ (name), but was he just there to only âhelpâ or is there something more?
senpaiâs note. wanna request a fic, or headcanons? look at requesting rules before requesting darling
chapter one
chapter two
hellish encounter
after that disturbing encounter with all might, (name) would constantly try to avoid all might whenever and whatever he could, but it was getting harder every day. it seemed like all might know where he was every time, and it was frustrating, finding new methods to ignore the retired hero. handling him, and his hero duties seemed a bit overwhelming. (name) wished he could talk to someone about this matter, either the other heroes or even his mother, but he doesnât want to be a burden to his other comrades or a liar since he started this âbeing a heroâ job a week ago, how can he be trusted when he barely joined? who were they going to trust, a beloved hero that worked for 40 years or a newbie?..
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it was the dead of night, surprised shouts and gasps interrupted the busy sidewalk as a suspicious man, wearing a black jacket with its hood over his head pushed them out of his way with a stolen purse in his hand, looking frightened, panting lousily as he continued running as if he was running away from someone. the man looked behind him, a smirk slowly began to plaster his face. (thereâs no way those foolish heroes could catch up with me! how fast i am running, i wouldnât be surprised that those heroes are still way behindâ), the thief couldnât finish his thoughts when he let out a yelp when a twining vine was wrapped around his ankle, and pulled him upwards, leaving him dangling in the air, trying to wiggle his way out of it, obviously failing.
(name) looked down below with a pleased smirk. he was following the crook at high speed while jumping from building to building. (name) walked towards the edge of the high building in a prideful manner, taking his time before jumping down. he landed on the ground with his feet with a thud without a scratch or a bruise. he dusted his arms from the filth that may have attached to him from the fall and the land. (name) waited for the others while he heard the man struggling to be released from the vines, but it wasnât long for the others to arrive, and by âothersâ, he meant endeavor, and u.a students izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, and shoto todoroki.
izuku, katsuki, and shoto were assigned to study under (name) to learn a thing, or two. (name) was enthusiastic, and thrilled when he heard the news, that he would get to teach some talented u.a students about his ways, get to know them better, and even get to chat with them! he was even more delighted that he gets to work with endeavor, currently the number one hero. it was kinda strange for endeavor to volunteer to work with him since (name) had the chance to teach the three students by himself, but he quickly brushed it off since he thought endeavor wanted to be close to his son, so (name) happily let endeavor tag along.
back to the present, the four of them arrived shortly while (name) was waiting patiently, his hands behind his back, and with a closed-eye smile. the four arrived at the scene, and they didnât seem out of breath or tired in the slightest. âpick up the pace guys! this is the third burglar i detained!â, (name) whined dramatically as he crossed his arms across his chest and turned away from the group. (name) pouted, âit seems that youâre all losing your grip, maybe youâre all too slow to join me..â, (name) stated with a sigh afterward, of course, what he was saying was a lie, he just wanted to make some jokes, and maybe play with katsukiâs head a bit.
âHAH?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?! IâM WAY FASTER THAN YOU, YA NEWBIE! DONT BE SO COCKY! IâLL PROVE IT TO YOU BY CATCHING SOME CRIMINAL, JUST WATCH!â, katsuki shouted at (name) with his eyes widened, and (name) swore that he saw smoke coming off his head. (name) didnât get the chance to tell him that he was messing around before katsuki blasted himself away from the group in high-speed, leaving a trail of smoke behind him. the four of them stood there, watched how katsuki left the group. (name) chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his head and sweat-dropped.
âi didnât mean to rile him up like that..i was just messing around!â, (name) admitted as he turned towards the group. âdonât mind him, heâs always like this.â, shoto told him to make him feel at ease. âyou are very quick mr. (last name)! the way you predicted where the thief was going is impressive!â, izuku gushed with a smile afterwards, his cheeks turned a bit pink from seeing splendid display. (name) eyes slightly widened, and his face turned red from such words said to him. he was not used to being praised from up close, and if he did, he would be red as a tomato, feeling over the moon.
(nameâs) eyes shut tightly, he placed both of his hands onto his cheeks as he giggled flusteredly with his face still red as a tomato. âoh izuku! youâre so sweet! how could i end up being paired up with someone so delightful as you!â, (name) babbled with imaginary sparkles sparkling around him, he ruffled izukuâs hair and it made izuku cheeks turn red as well from the physical contact and the flattering praise while shoto stood aside, watching the two interacting. they had completely forgotten about endeavor, but endeavor didnât mind, he was behind them not too far with his arms crossed against his chest while keeping a close eye on (name). he watched how his face turned red from the compliments that izuku said, and the silly gesture (name) made, he thought it was quite cute.
he knows he shouldnât feel these romantic feelings towards (name), considering the age difference, but he couldnât help it. the first time when he laid eyes on (name) when he was introduced into the hero lifestyle, endeavor knew that he was the most prettiest human being he encountered. it was wrong, so wrong. he was a married man with beautiful children, and the thought of loving someone more lovely than his wife just kept him up late at night, resulting in him losing sleep at times. can you blame the guy? endeavor was a bit irked about the deal that he made with the other heroes about sharing (name).
honestly, he could care less about the other heroes. all that he needed was (name), by his side, retiring as a hero to be a stay-at-home husband, was it so much to ask for? that dream cannot be fulfilled because of the others, well if theyâre on board with that idea then maybe itâs not a lost cause. all they need to do is wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, but endeavor had little patience and even some of the other heroes did as well. well, i guess they had to wait, and let it all play out.
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the police later on arrived to apprehend the criminal, thanks to (nameâs) quirk and speed. they returned the stolen purse to the old lady, who thanked them all. after all that they tried to find katsuki by wandering around the city that was slowly turning empty from how late it was getting. they eventually found him, and katsuki surprisingly did capture a criminal who he later bragged to (name). that bragging turned into embarrassing mumbling from (name) ruffling his hair, and telling him that he always knew that he would with a kind smile afterward. now, they all walked through empty sidewalks, checking if there was any more suspicious activity. izuku, katsuki, and shoto were walking alongside each other, chatting while endeavor and (name) were behind them from a distance so that they wouldnât hear the pro heroesâs conversations.
it was silent between the pro heroes while it was loud from the students. (name) was too nervous to strike up a conversation, staring down at the boardwalk with flushed cheeks from walking beside his idol while endeavor side-eyed (name), staring at his perfect features, paying close attention to him. (name) then decided to break the awkward silence, but on cue, his phone started ringing. (name) was a bit confused, his face blank as he reached for his pocket for his phone as endeavor watched him. (who would be calling me at this time?), (name) thought curiously. he checked the caller ID, and when he saw who it was, (name) wished he wouldnât have checked. (name) narrowed his eyes, bit inside of his cheek and he didnât know that he was clenching his phone tightly. as soon as he noticed that he was gripping his phone, he quickly loosened his grip, if he continued, he would have broken his phone on the spot.
(name) sighed, he silenced his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket as he continued walking, deciding to deal with this matter later. endeavor was curious about who was the one that called (name), and even more keen on why he reacted that way. to be honest, seeing him a bit grumpy was a tad cute. âare you alright?â, endeavor asked as he stared ahead with his cheeks slightly turning red, slightly embarrassed from asking. (name) looked up at endeavor with his mouth slightly open, after a couple of seconds, his eyes shut softly with a heart-warming smile. âyes, im fine!â, (name) answered cheerfully as he stared ahead as well as if he forgot what had happened. âwho called you.â, endeavor asked, but it somehow sounded as if he demanded (name) for the answer, making (name) feel a bit uneasy but shrugs it off as he thought endeavor was worried for him. âhonestly, no one important!â, (name) replied truthfully as he kept up his happy attitude. endeavor did not like that answer, now he was more eager on who was trying to call you.
(name) looked up at the skies, staring at how bright the moon was, the night air was warm, the stars sparkle and shimmer the night skies. he raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. â10:06..i havenât realized how the time went by so quicklyâ, (name) realized that theyâve been out for so long that the students have missed dinner. (name) frowned at the thought as he thought of what he should do, he wanted to continue to stick around with the u.a students since they were amazing to hang with, izuku was such a kind and courageous kid, and shoto was a cold person but also a calm, composed and well-mannered boy while katsuki is not particularly kind and fiery but heâs also a hard-working and ambitious person. he gnawed the inside of his cheek, thinking of some idea. an imaginary lightbulb lit, and popped up on top of (nameâs) head as he smiled from ear to ear as he thought of a brilliant plan.
it took endeavor by surprise when he saw (name) jog up to the boys and wrap his arms around the student's necks to bring them all close together, like a hug that katsuki seems try to pry his way out of with curses leaving his mouth but (name) had a strong grip around them, still having a smile on his face. âwe should call it night boys, but soon after i treat ourselves a bite to eat, itâll be my pleasure!â (name) suggested as he looked at each of them to see their expressions on what they think of the proposal. izuku sweat-dropped, âi-i donât know, we donât want to be a burden to you-â, âyou wonât, i promise! come on, youâll enjoy it! pleeaassee?â, (name) pleaded. izuku nervously smiled, âw-well, if you insist!â, izuku beamed, resulting (name) to smile as they both stared at shoto to know his answer. shoto shrugged, âi donât mind.â, he spoke as the three of them turned to katsuki to see him still struggling to get out of (nameâs) tight hold. âLET GO OF ME, DAMMIT!â, katsuki demanded as he moved his head frantically, but they all thought of it as him agreeing.
(name) shut his eyes, giggling, âyay! this will be tons of fun!â, he cheered as he brought them closer, causing katsuki to be even angrier. as they did this, endeavor stood by himself behind them with folded arms as his eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed. he watched them with a bit ofâŠjealousy? endeavor thought it was a bit absurd, he has no reason to be jealous of (name) nuzzling onto the students, but he canât help but think that he should be the one that (name) was clinging to. he imagined a scenario, well it might sound silly to others but it sounded fantastic in his eyes, where endeavor was carrying (name) in a bridal carry after saving him from a villain. (name) would be nuzzling to him, crying happy tears, repeating how he âsaved himâ, and how much (name) âloved himâ, that sounded like a dream come true. he realized that (name) and the kids walked off without him when he was busy daydreaming a delusional image before speed-walking up to them to catch up, endeavor must have been looking like a fool just standing there, dozing off.
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the restaurant that (name) took all of them was an old-style japanese restaurant that claimed to always visit here with his mother when he was a young boy. none of them complained, the restaurant looked elegant and gorgeous. so, they all had an enjoyable time, sitting at a booth table, (name) let the students order whatever they desired, and all of them, including (name) ordered quite a lot. they continued to chat there, and (name) learned some things about each of the students. he learned that katsuki has musical talents, especially in drums, shoto has a small crush on a student from his class but feels embarrassed and has no need to tell anyone, which is reasonable, and even endeavor looked a bit grumpy when he heard shotoâs little secret. (name), izuku, katsuki, and shoto gossiped and talked as if they were friends, and (name) wished that was the case. he hoped that the students thought (name) was cool enough to be considered a companion to them.
they had all been at the restaurant for at least an hour, it had been too long that the three students were napping, shoto sat in the middle while katsuki and izuku were sitting on each of his side, izuku and katsuki were resting their heads on shotoâs shoulders. the sight was so cute that (name) quickly took a quick picture on his phone of the trio. the only people that were up were the workers, endeavor, and (name), it was noon after all, and frankly, people would normally be asleep at this hour. (name) glanced at the trio, and quietly giggled at seeing their cute drowsy faces, and had to stiffen a chuckle from katsuki drooling a little bit. (nameâs) eyes were a bit droopy as his hand hovered over his mouth, yawning softly, i guess he was getting a bit tired as well. (name) grabbed hold of his cup of water before bringing it towards his lips, and taking sips of it. âhave you dated anyone (name)?â, endeavor asked. (name) eyes widened as he gagged from his beverage, he quickly set the cup down and leaned over the table as he tried to cough as quietly as possible, well that question was out of the blue.
after (name) recovered, he gazed towards endeavor with his eyes still widened where endeavor was holding onto his own cup, staring at it. where did that question come from? they were nowhere near talking about that subject. there was no reason to lie, so might as well tell him the truth. (name) cheeks turned slightly red, his hands resting on his knees as his eyes were looking anywhere besides endeavor. âi-i have.. but it didnât work out so i broke it offâ, (name) answered as he took another sip from his drink out of shyness. endeavorâs eyes narrowed, and his hand clenched onto his cup after (name) confessed. in endeavorâs eyes, someone had already claimed (name) before him? someone showed him devotion and passion other than him such as holding hands, embracing each otherâs warmth, and has (name) and his old affair partner had intercourse before? the thought of anyone at all fooling around under the sheets with (name) made a vein pop on his forehead and a bit of smoke started to arise from his head.
the awkward tension was broken when one of the female waiters sauntered over to where they were sitting with a tender smile on her face. she placed a cash tray with the bill from what they ordered on the table and slightly bowed at the two pro heroes before walking away. (name) reached out his hand towards the cash tray to pay for what they ordered but endeavor swiftly snatched it before (name) could take it, âplease, allow me.â, endeavor requested, but how endeavor spoke sounded like a command as he brought out his wallet from his pocket. (name) was a bit surprised at endeavorâs sudden request, he was about to protest, wanting to treat everyone. endeavor noticed what (name) wanted to do, his brows drew together as he shot (name) a darkened glare with narrowed eyes, causing (name) to halt his movements and a shiver running down his spine.
something about that glare didnât sit right with (name), he knew that endeavor was an aggressive and intimidating man, but that glare seemed off. It didnât feel intimidating or hostile, instead, something more darker but (name) canât seem to figure out what. (name) decided to back off and let endeavor pay for what they all ordered, feeling a bit baffled and somehow a bit frightened. endeavorâs face slightly softened as he saw (name) retracted. endeavor opened up his wallet and withdrew his lustrous black credit card from his wallet before settling his card into the cash tray, waiting for the waiter to come back. endeavor didnât mean to intimidate (name). he refuses to let (name) pay for anything, not even a single cent. endeavor would rather spoil (name) when he finally gets him, spoil him with luxurious gifts, and cash, not letting (name) work a single day of his life and let him rest in his home as a house-husband, where he belongs.
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the night finally ended for the two pro heroes and the three u.a. students. izuku, shoto, and katsuki went off back to u.a., to their dorms, and (name) was about to call it a night but endeavor insisted that he walk him home. of course, (name) was a bit bewildered again. it was a bit odd for a grown man who was a pro hero to offer to walk his colleague to his home. for some weird reason, (name) wouldnât mind even though he was a grown man and was perfectly capable of walking himself home but heâs not sure if he wants to be around endeavor for a bit after endeavor shot him that stern glare earlier. but he doesnât want to seem rude or unfriendly to endeavor, even after he kindly paid for everyone's meals that (name) was originally going to pay. so, why should he refuse?
the two of them were now walking side by side on the sidewalk, passing by other homes as it was silent between the two of them, (nameâs) eyes were awkwardly glancing to the side as endeavor kept his eyes on (nameâs) form, making sure the staring was subtle. the silence was killing (name), he desperately wanted to strike up a conversation but he still felt a bit uneasy about earlier, he still couldnât believe that a pro hero was literally walking him home. (name) nervously fiddle with his fingers as he awkwardly glanced slightly to the side which endeavor thought his actions were sweet. (come on, say something! but how do I even strike up a conversation with him? what do I even say to him? should I ask about his kids or hero work?), (name) thought as he tried to figure out a topic to discuss with endeavor. (name) lets out a soft sigh as he finally dared to speak, âs-so, endeavor-â, âcall me enji.â, endeavor interrupted. what. (name) was once again dumbfounded as he took a quick glance at endeavor with a raised brow.
(did I hear that right? endeavor is allowing me to call him by his first name? we hardly know each other and weâre already on first name basis?), (name) thought astoundingly. he never thought that endeavor would ever let him call him by his last name, let alone his first name due to endeavorâs persona. (name) was lost in his thoughts until he finally noticed that they were in front of his house. (nameâs) house was a lovely traditional japanese mansion, just like enjiâs. (name) stopped in his tracks and turned towards endeavor with his hands intertwined together and a small smile on his face. âw-weâre here! uhh- I appreciate you walking me safely to my home..â, (name) thanked endeavor shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck, he never had someone walk him home before so he didnât know how to act. endeavor hummed in response as he took a glance at (nameâs) residence.
he immediately noticed that (nameâs) home was similar to his. endeavor thought that they both have something in common with their choice of residence, thatâs a step closer to winning his heart. endeavor sighed lowly and gazed down at (name), his stern demeanor softening just slightly as his cheeks faintly blushed red. âwell, I reckon that Iâll see you soon during some certain patrols..â, endeavor spoke. endeavorâs eyes closed as he slowly leaned down towards (nameâs) height. (nameâs) eyes went wide at endeavorâs actions, he quickly understood what endeavor was about to do. endeavor was about to kiss him. so many thoughts ran across his mind such as why endeavor was leaning down to kiss him? didnât endeavor have a wife? why is endeavor about to kiss him if he has a wife? but (name) instantly backed away, bid endeavor a quick farewell and hurriedly went inside his house as endeavor watched. he was a bit bewildered from the sudden rush and how (name) instantly backed away from the inviting kiss. well, at least endeavor knows where he lives.
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