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Summary: You're All Might's sidekick. While trying to stop a bank robbery, you're hit by a Love Quirk that brings all your feelings for the Symbol of Peace to the surface. Will All Might be able to resist your advances? Or will you tease out feelings he's kept buried?
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Love quirk that basically functions like an aphrodisiac, penetration (p+v), dry humping, begging, dubious consent (I would say for both parties), fem!reader
Author's Notes: Part of a little trade with @actuallysaiyan! I hope you love it, Bacon! ❤️
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It’s a mission like any other you’ve been on with All Might. There was a bank robbery downtown. Of course, All Might is usually faster than you, but this time you were closer to the scene. You managed to make it there first and catch the thieves in the act.
The villains were confident in themselves when they thought it was just you. Everyone knows you’re All Might’s little sidekick, but your reputation isn’t as large as his. Your name doesn’t carry the same weight or strike the same fear in the hearts of misdoers. These villains believed they could take you down quickly, and then escape before All Might showed up.
They were almost right.
You fought a little harder than they’d expected, your quirk allowing you to create shadows to hide in to take them down. However, they had an ace. You create a shroud of darkness, but the moment you emerge you’re faced with a villain who’s dressed in pink with hearts covered in their leotard. They blow you a kiss, and you’re covered in a cloud of glittery, pink dust.
At first the rush of lust and love is so strong, you pass out on the cold floor. Luckily, All Might is making his grand entrance just a few moments later. His large hand is outstretched in front of him, running right into one of the thieves' shoulders as they try to run out the door. He pushes the thief back. In a matter of moments, he had the gang subdued and ready for the police to haul off.
You come to again when he’s rounding up the civilians who were caught up in the robbery. You shudder softly at the sight of him, your pussy growing hot under your suit. Your clothes feel like they’re sticking to your body in an unpleasant shield from the one you want.
“Ah, there you are!” All Might kneels in front of you. “Are you hurt?”
You’re panting, and your eyes are wet with tears as you look up at him. He’s so beautiful and kind. So caring...So perfect...So delicious. You let out a sweet little giggle and look away sheepishly.
“Oh, All Might, you don’t have to worry so much about me!”
He frowns and reaches out to place his hand on your forehead. Your skin is hot to the touch.
“You don’t seem to be well. Did something happen?”
Just the touch of his hand has you so dazed that you can’t even fathom trying to speak to him. Finally, one of the witnesses speaks up for you. They explain what they saw. All Might stand up to thank the civilians.
“All Might, don’t leave me,” you pout when he begins looking around to see if the ambulance has arrived yet. You crawl to him and wrap your arms around his leg. You rest your cheek against his thigh. You swear you can smell the musk of his manhood, and your little cunt tingles with delight.
“I’m not leaving you,” he assures you. He tries to pry you off his leg, but the more he tries the harder you cling to him. If he uses any more force, he fears he’ll hurt you.
“I love you, Toshi,” you whisper as you rub your cheek against his leg. Your fingertips ghost along the inseam of his suit. He gasps in shock at the touch and tries once more to push you away. To his utter horror, the moment you’re uncurled from his leg you begin to sob.
“S-stop! Calm down, little one. Please, I didn’t mean to upset you!”
“Mean, Toshi!” you sniffle softly. The civilians and police are starting to look on judgmentally. Unsure what else to do, he gathers you up in his arms and begins carrying you out of the bank.
He doesn’t know what to do next. If he tries to take you home, he’s sure you’ll just try to find him again. Which could result in you getting hurt, since you’re not in the right state of mind. Then again, the way you’re hanging on him could be trouble. He couldn’t possibly risk taking you back to UA around the students.
So, he takes you back to your apartment.
Inside the apartment, you’re just as clingy as you were at the bank. Even worse, you keep repeating that you love him. It’s tearing him to pieces because deep down he loves you too but he knows you don’t feel this way. You couldn’t. He’s just a broken-down old man. You’re young and bright. Your whole career is ahead of you. There’s a lot more in your future than chasing after him forever. Every time those three sweet little words leave your lips, he pretends not to hear them.
With each passing moment, your body aches more and more. He’s trying his best to help you settle in, but you’re not making it easy.
“I’m hot,” you whine as you tug at your suit.
“Go get comfortable.”
This was a mistake to encourage because now you’re taking your clothes off in front of him. He’s trying not to look but just knowing your beautiful body is in reach and you’d be so willing in this state makes him hard. It’s a shameful thing, he tells himself, to get aroused during a time when you’re unable to properly consent.
“N-not in here!” he pants.
You smirk and take off your final piece of clothing. Once you’re fully nude, you take a step closer to him.
“But I want you to look at me,” you whisper. “I want you to touch me too. It’s all I want.”
He backs away from you nervously, coughing up a little blood when his energy runs out and he switches forms. He expects that to snap you out of this a bit, but it doesn’t. If anything you seem to become even more determined to get closer. His knees hit the couch, and he sits down. Right away, you’re on his lap. Your pussy dribbles on his suit as you grind against his thigh.
“Toshinori, I love you,” you say again.
He shakes his head, “No, don’t say that.”
“But I do!”
“No, you don’t, you got gassed. Remember?”
You lean in and nuzzle against his chest. You continue dragging your cunt on his thigh, giving yourself at least a little bit of relief. He can’t bring himself to push you away. Instead, he adjusts your position so your rutting stimulates his cock.
“No, I loved you before that,” you wrap your arms around him.
“Fuck, you can’t keep doing this. Are you trying to kill this old man?”
You giggle softly before kissing his neck gently. His fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs as you grind down more purposefully on his dick.
“I’ve been saving myself for you, Toshi. Never wanted anyone else t’fuck me.”
“Don’t say that,” he pants. His cock throbs in his pants, and he’s so grateful that they’re loose now.
“I’m makin’ you hard,” you giggle.
He groans and his cheeks burn, “How else is a man supposed to feel when a beautiful young woman is grinding on his cock?”
“Can I take it out, Toshi?” you ask, lifting your head to give him those puppy eyes. Your cheeks are flushed still, and your lips are glistening. He realizes from the wet spot on his shoulder that you’ve been drooling. That gas has practically turned you into a bitch in heat.
“I can’t let you do that,” he says, finally snapping out of it a little.
“Why not?” you frown.
“Because you’re not yourself right now.”
“I feel more myself right now than I usually do,” you lean in and sloppily kiss him. Your stomach flip-flops with excitement.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna—,” he cuts himself off.
“Put it in, Toshi,” you plead. “Just a little bit, okay?”
He palms his face in disbelief at what he’s hearing. You’re done for, that much is obvious. There’s not gonna be any reasoning with you, and he’s losing it more and more. Sensing his weakness, you reach down to pull his cock out of his pants.
“Fuck!” he covers himself with his hand. “Are you insane?”
As he begins berating you for being irresponsible, you lean in to press needy kisses on his neck and jawline. You guide his free hand to your tits.
As his resolve weakens, he begins palming at your breasts. Instead of covering his cock shyly, he’s stroking himself. The red, leaking tip of his cock rubs against your folds.
Before he knows it, you’re working your way onto his cock. The thick head prods gently at your hole. You sink a little bit, taking the tip inside before pulling off. Then, you make your second effort. This time he’s holding it still for you and guiding your hips with his hand.
“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can take it,” he whispers, shocked at the words leaving his lips. At his encouragement, even more arousal dribbles out of your cunt. By now his pants are soaked from your mess.
“I’m comin’,” you assure him as you lower yourself down once again. Your walls stretch uncomfortably around his huge cock. If the gas hadn’t made you so wet, you don’t know if you’d be able to take it at all. Inch by inch, he’s sinking into your warmth.
You press your forehead against him as he bottoms out. You have to take a moment to get used to being so full. You can’t believe this is truly happening. Here you are, stuffed with his cock. Catching his breaths and inhaling him into your lungs. It’s everything.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ your thoughts roll into this chant of unyielding affection as you begin rocking your hips. He’s deep inside of you, deep enough to destroy you if things get too heated. For his part, Toshinori clings to you. He’s panting and whining with a mix of pleasure and shock. His fingertips leave deep crescents on your hips.
As you ride him, you feel a heavy comfort wrap around your thoughts. It’s only you and him here. Only this moment, this declaration of love. He throws his head back as your walls begin clenching around him. Your eyes squeeze shut and your legs turn to jelly as a white-hot numbness rolls over your entire being. Your orgasm is pure bliss.
When you open your eyes again, he’s hovering above you. His hips snap desperately. For a fleeting moment you wonder when he flipped your positions, but when he hits that spot deep inside you it doesn’t matter anymore. Your legs lock around his waist and your nails dig into his back.
“Toshi,” you pant softly. His eyes lock on yours, and then your lips are crashing in an intense kiss.
It’s almost too late by the time he realizes he should pull out. With your legs locked around him, it’s not an easy task. He ends up cumming all over your mound, panting and whining with each spurt of thick seed.
“Shit,” he whimpers as he lays his head on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair.
As the room grows quiet, you realize the gas isn’t shaking up your thoughts anymore. You’re calm and utterly content. When Toshinori lifts his head to look at you, he can see the clarity in your eyes. For a brief moment, he fears you’ll regret what happened. He wouldn’t blame you if you did. Instead, a sweet smile spreads across you lips. Your cheeks are a pretty shade of pink.
“I love you,” you whisper. “My sunflower.”
He blushes and nuzzles against your neck. “I love you too.”
Can I request Toshinori x reader where Toshinori gets sucked off for the first time with a bunch of teasing and heavy petting in the beginning? Add whatever else as well I just really love the thought of Toshinori getting a bit needy even just a little!
YESSSSS Toshi deserves all the loving. I'm so into this🤪 HAPPY NEW YEAR BB!!!!
Toshinori's first blowjob
contents/warning: WC1.45K, NSFW, gender neutral reader, oral (m receiving), cum in mouth, inexperienced Toshinoriiii hehehe
Toshinori had no time for romance before you. More so, he didn't feel he deserved to have that. He didn't think he should allow himself that pleasure, that peace. But, you'd made an undeniable home in his heart, and he'd let you in.
Even though he was so nervous at first to tell you how inexperienced he really was, all you did was smile softly.
“Thats okay, Toshinori. I love you for you, not how much experience you have.” You'd said.
Its not like he was a complete virgin. He'd had a few random quickies in his time, maybe two or three. But, it was always the same. Some kissing, a quick fuck, then moving on. And since then, he's only grown more and more conscious of his inexperience, causing his nerves to build more and more. He avoided anything intimate at all costs now, too scared to put himself first.
He'd never taken it slow, never been touched really, never had someone suck him off and make him fall apart. You want to change that.
Tonight started like many others, lying together, soaking up each other's company. One thing often leads to another, and somehow you end up kissing him, hands traveling down his chest as he cradles your face. He shivers at your fingers on him, eyes closed as his mouth works with yours.
Toshinori pulls away from the kiss, breathing ragged, eyes looking desperate.
“What's wrong, baby?” You ask, leaning back in to kiss his neck softly. He shudders, body strung tight. He's never great at relaxing, but he wants this so badly. He wants you, all over him, in every way. He wants to be selfish for once.
“I don't know. Should we take a break?” He asks, voice unsure, hesitant like he doesn't even want to ask.
“Do you want to take a break?” You ask, leaning back a bit to study his face. “I'm okay, so tell me how you feel.”
“I don't want to stop. I want more with you.” He confesses, looking almost bashful with the way his cheeks heat up. “It feels selfish.”
“Because you're a hero? Trying to be everyone's symbol of peace?” You ask, bringing a hand to cradle his cheek. He nods, slowly, eyes shimmering as he looks at you. He needs reassurance, he needs to know it's okay.
“You’re just Toshinori here. It's just us. You and me. You're not the symbol of peace, you're not All Might. Right here you're just a person.” You say, quietly. He smiles, eyes softening as if you've just granted him salvation.
“Thank you, my love.” He says, voice cracking ever so slightly. He looks back to your lips, eager to kiss you again. “Maybe we do more today.” His breath catches as he speaks.
All you want to do is pamper him. Spoil this man who thinks going any further than kissing with his partner is too selfish. He deserves it. And you intend to show him just how much he deserves it.
“I want to try something. Will you let me?” You ask, hands traveling down towards his waistband.
“What is it?” He asks, and you smile devilishly.
“You've never gotten a blowjob, right?” Your voice is teasing, way too much for him to handle. He immediately heats up, sputtering out a response.
“I-I mean, no, but that doesn't mean you have to..I mean, if you want, but I'm happy to do whatever else you want!” He immediately starts stuttering over his words, desperate to ensure he's not disappointing you. You just smile, looking into his eyes.
“Hey, it's just us, remember? I'm asking because I want to.”
“I want you to. I really do.” He breathes, and you take that as your cue to finally begin undoing the button on his pants.
“Let me know if it's too much, or if I do something you don't like, okay?” You say, pulling his pants down. His cock springs free, and it's all suddenly so real to him now.
He gulps, but nods. It's strange, seeing him like this. He faces terrifying villains with a smile on his face, but he's never been seen in this way. This raw and intimate side of him has never been exposed. It scares him, but he wants so badly to let you in fully, so he's facing it.
“Tell me if you want to stop. I'll be happy with whatever you give me.” He reassures. You wrap a hand around his cock, not even stroking, just feeling the weight and warmth. He gasps at the contact as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
“Your hand is..softer than mine..” He mumbles,
You lean into his neck, pressing a kiss there. He practically whimpers at the feeling.
“Yeah?” You whisper.
You trail your lips down, to his collar bone, to his chest. His breath quickens, eyes opening to watch as you get closer and closer.
You finally, finally reach the base of his cock, kissing the soft tufts of hair there. He moans as your hot breath ghosts over his cock.
“I don't think I've ever been this worked up before…” He says, quietly, breathing harder now.
“I'll be sure to take care of that”
You finally bring your mouth up to the tip, licking it gently to start. He moans low in his throat, hips bucking already. He feels pathetic, already twitching and crying out. It only encourages you to show him a good time. You take his tip into your mouth, enveloping it in the warmth and wetness, and his hand flies to your hair.
“Crap, s-sorry…it feels so good…” He breathes, voice strained as he holds back his moans.
You hum around him, only earning more moans.
“So warm….and wet..and…please don't stop” He begs. He catches his breath between every word like he can hardly hold it together.
You just bob your head faster, enjoying the way you have the greatest hero completely at your mercy. He's whimpering and moaning for you, completely desperate. And you can't get enough.
You take him deeper into your mouth, and he finally starts losing his composure a little bit. His grip in your hair tightens just a bit and he thrusts into your mouth, slowly at first.
“Im trying to control myself.” He says, loosening his grip.
You pull off for just a moment with a pop! And he gasps.
“Don't control yourself. Just give into it, if you wanna hold my head and fuck my face, just do it baby.” His eyes widen at that. You're being so vulgar, so direct, and he doesn't know how to say no to this. He doesn't want to say no to this. You return your mouth to his aching dick, and it twitches in your mouth. He's so receptive.
He slowly thrusts into your mouth again, testing it out, and the moan that erupts from his throat is proof of his easier.
“This is the greatest thing I've ever felt!” He groans, and you hum happily around his length. The sound of him, in total bliss, completely lost in his ecstacy is music to your ears. He quickens his pace, and you gag once around him, but grip his hips so he doesn't get scared and pull away. He slows for a moment, before instinct takes over.
Finally, you feel his thrusts getting more desperate, and you decide to slowly bring a hand to his balls to cup them. As you begin massaging them in your hand he loses his mind. He groans, low in his throat, almost guttural in intensity. He's never been lost in such ecstacy.
“I'm close…so close.” He breathes, a whiny tone in his voice. You don't stop, you keep going, bobbing up and down, taking him as deep as your throat allows.
“If you don't stop I'll…I'll finish in your mouth, baby” He says, hips bucking. You nod, humming out an ‘mm-hmm’ in encouragement. You know fully well what you're working him towards, and you're not slowing down.
When he sees the determination in your eyes, the way you're looking up at him with such adoration and love, he lets go. He stills as he cums before pulling out of your mouth. Warm white ropes spurt into your mouth, and drip down your chin as he pulls out. He cracks a half smile, breathing heavily, before pulling his shirt off and using it to wipe your mouth.
“My goodness..I lost my cool there. I'm sorry, sweetheart.” He apologizes, wiping your chin and mouth with care.
You just smile. “Did you like it?”
“I loved it. You're incredible.” He praises, kissing your forehead.
“Teach me how to return the favor.” He says, and you giggle, nodding.
๑ 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 sticks a corncob up your cooter. that’s all.
๑ tw: public sex, corncob in v, squirting.
“you hafta quiet down, darlin’.”
how you ended up in this situation flickered at the back of your mind, the moans you tried to suppress surfacing again. but his words held no weight against the lively fair crowd. adults hooted and hollered, children squealed with delight as they were handed ice cream. all of it drowned out the sound of your moans.
in your current state, fear of being seen by anyone peeking between the stalls didn’t even register. what people would say about the town hero, down on one knee and pressing a corncob against your soaked entrance, wasn’t important anymore.
what he should have said was, “i’m so horny, darlin’. let’s go home.” at least then a condom would be ready, and his dick could be stretching you out instead of a makeshift dildo. you’d be on your bed, legs over his shoulders, taking every inch of him on your creaking mattres– not squatting over filthy dirt while he slid a corncob inside you.
“h-hng–”
but instead, you found yourself hovering above the ground, your slick coating the yellow fruit as it disappeared, the kernel’s ridges brushing against you tirelessly.
“s-seriously, couldn’t we have gone home for this?” you pant.
“how would we cover the cost of buying our cow then?” he replied, pulling the corncob back to tease your clit in a figure-eight motion.
“ohhh,” you winced at the withdrawal but jerked against the fruit. your hand shot to the ground to steady yourself, dirt scraping under your nails.
“focus on me,” he said, grabbing your back and pulling you close to his chest. like a hero draping his cape over a civilian, he placed his hat upon your head. “no one will find you now, ‘cause i’m here.”
a sharp laugh escaped you, quickly turning into a whine as he twisted his wrist, making the corncob hit your sweet spot. your legs trembled, struggling to keep you upright, but the town hero’s hand stayed firm, steadying you.
still, your knees gave out, hitting the ground as the corncob burrowed deeper inside you in an instant. your eyes rolled back, your spine straightening as you rolled your hips in circular motions around it, as if possessed.
“faster,” you begged, bouncing on the fruit. your full weight on it made you see stars, your eyelids trembling, cunny clenching like a vice. “oh my god– I’m coming, coming, fuck!”
your walls clenched hard around the cob before he pulled it out. you whimpered, hips buckling and juices splattered onto the dirt and your shoes.
your pleasure sent ripples through your hips, twitching and spasming. we waited patiently until they came to a somewhat stop, as he pulled your panties and shorts back up.
“guess we can’t sell this anymore, huh doll?” he laughed, licking the slick that drizzled over the corncob like chocolate syrup.
Toshinori worshipping you after you work an undercover mission with a sleazy villain <3
NSFW, MDNI, 18+!! my masterlist
contents/warnings: wc3.3k, pro hero!reader, fem!reader, toshinori is down bad, villain is a sleaze, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, p in v sex, lotsss of praise
an: whoever sent in this ask, I love you so much. I screamed when I read your outline and I immediately got to work. Thank you. I hope this is what you wanted<3
Toshinori knows this is an important job, but as Tsukauchi is briefing you on the mission, he's got a tight feeling in his stomach. He's trying to keep listening, but he's stirring with a feeling he can't quite identify.
“Alright, he shouldn't recognize you. You're lucky you've kept mostly underground, but if something goes wrong, we'll send a squad in ASAP. We've got some top pros on standby.” Tsukauchi briefs you as he fits you with a monitoring device. He's got everything planned out, like always. You'll go in, work your charms a bit on the villain boss, utilize your quirk to steal the data and escape. Quick and easy.
Toshinori is watching, trying to take his eyes off the outfit you've been put into, but he's not fully listening anymore.
It's a dress, short and tight, exposing so much skin. Your breasts are pushed together, on display, and the fabric shimmers when you move. God, it's entrancing. He just wants to tell you how stunning you look, how beautiful and ethereal you are when you move. He wants to tell you he thinks you're perfect, that you look like an angel.
“Toshinori?” You ask, snapping him out of his fog.
“Sorry, what was that? I was…distracted.” He says, shaking away any thoughts that don't pertain to the mission. This is important. You smile softly, clearly seeing that he likes this dress on you, but you don't tease him about it.
“I asked if you're going to be listening, too. With a headset.”
“Would it make you more comfortable if I was?” He asks.
You're close friends, and after a drunken night recently, you'd somehow found yourselves in a random make out session, so you're maybe even more.
“Yeah, it would. This will be easier if I know you're there with me, too.” You say, and he nods. No questions asked, he will always do what he needs to do to protect you.
“Then give me a headset, Tsukauchi.”
You make sure you're ready, test the equipment and assume your character.
You're just here for some fun, running into the villain will be purely accidental, of course. Just a silly, tipsy girl, with nothing up her sleeve.
The villain is seated at the bar. You know he's staying in this hotel, that the USB is absolutely on him, and that you need to retrieve it quickly.
You pretend to stumble next to him in your heels, and being the sleaze he is, the villain uses catching you as an excuse to feel you up.
“Shit, sorry handsome!” You apologize.
“Dirty mouth for such a pretty little girl.” The villain teases, voice drawling and making your skin crawl. But, you play the hot, horny bimbo for the mission.
You slap a hand over your mouth as if you've done something wrong. “I'm soo sorry, are you like, a pastor or something?”
You feel like an idiot as you say it, but the more ditsy and unaware he believes you to be, the better.
He laughs at that and shakes his head. “Nah, I'm not a pastor. Just think there's a few better ways you could put that mouth to use. Sit.” He nods to a chair at the bar by him. It's not even a question, he just orders you to sit. And, playing your part, you do, making sure your knees stay way too close to his. He smells like booze and cigarettes, all mixing with a god awful cologne. It's repulsive.
He's looking at you like he's trying to picture whether you'll look good naked.
“You've got a sexy body. What do you do?” He asks, and you giggle like you're flattered.
“I'm a dancer!” You lie. But, being a pro hero has you constantly moving, so close enough.
“Oh, I like that. So you're pretty flexible?” He's staring straight at your tits now, and you're painfully aware of how disgusting his gaze is.
You smile and nod. “Yeah, I have to be!”
Toshinori hears it all. He's trying not to let it bother him. After all, this is work, he's not a possessive or jealous guy, and you're not even his. But as the flirting continues, he finds that his left eye twitches, his breath quickens and he starts to feel a fire inside of him.
“Why don't we test how flexible you are in my room? Unless you're scared of ruining this tight little dress you've got on.” The villain teases, hand trailing up your thigh. You want to shudder, to break the fingers on that hand, but you let out a breathy laugh. You're playing him like a fiddle and he has no idea. He slips your dress up a bit, and you fix it. Then, he just slips it back up anyway. It makes your skin crawl.
“Sure, let's go.” You croon, and it's like his eyes light up. You're playing your part well. He gets up without question, and on the way up you stumble again, resting your hands on his chest. You use the opportunity to feel if the USB may be in his chest pocket. You're sure you feel it, the idiot really has way too much trust. You make a mental note and continue with your ascent to his room. He's touchy, and not in a good way. His hands just grab and grope, and each time you're disgusted. You make it into his room, where he immediately closes and locks the door.
“I won't waste time offering you a drink. Take that dress off, I want to see what's underneath.” He says, as he starts unbuttoning his coat. You stay close to him, needing to be near enough to his jacket to discreetly reach the pocket. Though your quirk of elasticity will make it pretty easy as long as you can get a hand behind your back.
He drops the jacket, on a table just behind you, to your luck. You reach behind you, grabbing the zipper of your dress with one hand, but extending the other to his jacket. Your elasticity quirk allows you to stretch your limbs for limited distances, depending on your energy levels. It's convenient in instances like this, and you manage to retrieve the USB quickly, slipping it into a hidden pocket on the inside of your dress.
Now, to give the signal. You'd planned just for this, slowly unzipping the dress. Unfortunately, he's not as patient as he could be, because he interrupts before you can speak.
“Hurry it up, I didn't come up here to waste my time. Show me what's under the damn dress.” He pushes.
“I just want to give you a show.” You say. It's as close as you can get to the signal- ‘let me give you a show’, and you hope they'll know it's all you can do.
Luckily, Toshinori can't end this quick enough, so they take the risk that it wasn't time and enact your escape plan. They've arranged for someone to call the commotion and cross the hotel, something involving the villain’s garage being broken into. Of course, it will all be a ruse. His lackeys call him quickly, before you've even dropped your dress.
He rolls his eyes when his phone rings and picks it up. “What? I'm busy.”
He sighs, obviously irritated, and groans. “You're fucking kidding me. Who the fuck is responsible? You don't know?” He seems angry, and he hangs up without any further words.
“Is something wrong? You seem upset..” You're trying to play the concerned, oblivious girl.
“Someone fucked up my garage. I'll have to cut this short.”
“Oh no! I hope everything's okay! Here, I'll give you my number!” You chirp, looking around for a pen and notepad on the hotel desk. You find one and scribble a fake number, handing it to him. He takes it and you slip out of his hotel room, getting out of the area as fast as you can. By the time he notices the USB is missing you'll be long gone, and it will be in safe hands.When you're outside, the vehicle to pick you up finally arrives. You pass the drive to Tsukauchi, who slips it into a safe case to be transported back to the station.
Your hands are shaking a bit, from the adrenaline. Toshinori’s hands rise to hold yours.
“You can relax. I am here.” He reassures, and you settle a bit.
“You did great. I can't believe how smooth this mission went!” Tsukauchi praises.
Toshinori looks proud, but his jaw is tight. “You were amazing.” He says. “I've got your favorite dinner scheduled for delivery to my place, if you'd like to relax after all of this.” He offers, and you know it's his way of saying he cares. Food is definitely his love language.
“I'd love to as long as I get to wear the unreleased All Might sweatpants.” You say, and he smiles at you, barely holding back a laugh.
“Alright, whatever you say.”
They drop you off at Toshinori’s home, and you walk just behind him as you enter. He closes the front door softly, locking it behind him and turning to you.
“You really were amazing.” He praises, and you smile.
“Thank you, Toshi. I felt weird in the dress. And he was so gross.” You're just venting, but you see his eyes darken.
“I know. He was disgusting.” He sneers. “But you look…stunning.” He compliments.
It makes your cheeks warm, and you chuckle.
“Oh, stop. It's such a sparkly dress, I look like an idiot.” Though, hearing his praise makes you melt. It always does.
“No, you look like an angel. You're perfect. Just absolutely beautiful.” He says, stepping closer to you, into your space. It makes your breath hitch.
“Toshinori..” You try to protest.
“No. Everything that villain said made me sick. He was speaking to you like you were meat. Not the goddess he should've treated you as. Look at you. You're….you're perfect.” He says, taking your face into his hands. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. He's being bold, unusually so, as if he feels possessive over you. “I'm sorry you had to be treated that way. I wish I could've gone in there and punched him for every touch, every word.”
“It's okay. I took the job. Nothing bad happened, it went smooth.”
He nods, bending to unclasp your heel.
“I can do it.” You protest, but he shakes his head.
“No, let me. Let me show you what a woman like you deserves. How you should be treated.” He insists, and you give up on fighting. You watch him as he gently removes your heels, hands resting against your ankles. When they're off, he trails his hands up your legs, higher, hands gently running along your skin.
“You're ethereal.” He whispers.
Your breathing quickens and he rises up, back straightening. His hands cup your ass, as he looks up at you with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want to push you.” He warns, and you shake your head quickly.
“No, please don't stop.” You reply.
His hands slide under your dress, to the hem of your panties. He slowly starts sliding them down, and when you help him get them off, he takes that as his permission.
He hikes your dress up, exposing you to him. He doesn't waste another second before hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and latching his mouth onto your clit.
“Oh my god” You moan, surprised by his sudden feverish movements. He's good with his mouth, and his hands hold onto the fat of your ass with a strong grip. He hums into your wet folds, circling your clit with his tongue before suctioning his mouth back around.
He pulls off for a moment.
“So sweet. You were so good.” He mumbles into your cunt. He's unashamed, needing to reinforce to you how perfect you are, how well you did. You're not some meat to be ogled like that villain acted. You're a precious jewel to be treasured.
He dives back into your folds, and your moaning grows louder. He finally slips a finger inside of your entrance, and you grip into his hair.
“A-ah! Fuck!” You cry out, and you hear him hum happily into your wet cunt. He starts thrusting the finger in, curling to hit the bundle of nerves inside your walls, and you cry out louder.
“Toshinori! That feels so good!” You moan, hips grinding against his face now. He slips another finger in, devouring you now like a man starved. You feel your stomach tightening, the pleasure and pressure from your core spreading.
“Please don't stop. I-im close!” You cry out, and you hear his voice muffled against your clit.
“Let go for me.” He instructs, returning his mouth to the sensitive bundle of nerves after he speaks.
It doesn't take much longer before he pushes you over the edge, fingers thrusting in while his tongue dances along your clit.
Your fingers tighten in his hair and you cry out one more time, finally allowing your orgasm to wash over you. You grind on his face as you do, and he guides you through it. When you've come down from that orgasm, as you stand on your shaky legs, he slowly stands to remove your dress. He holds onto you as he unzips it, slowly letting it fall to the floor.
His breath catches, and he looks you up and down, in awe.
“You're gorgeous. I don't know how I deserve to look at you.” He praises, and you feel your heart flutter. His fingers gently come to the strap of your bra.
“Can I take this off?” He asks, and you nod, breath quickening. He removes it and slowly lets it fall to the floor. He leads you to his bed and you lie down, watching as he slowly strips himself of his own clothes. His pants fall to the floor, then his shirt, then his underwear. You have yet to see him fully naked, and you can tell he's a little nervous. His scar covers most of his torso, and he instinctively moves to cover it.
“No, don't. Don't be nervous. I think you're perfect.” You say, and you see his cheeks turn red.
“If an angel like you thinks I'm perfect, I'm not sure I can argue with you…” He says, walking closer to the bed. He climbs on, and you smile at him encouragingly. Your eyes linger between his legs, on his cock, and he notices. He smirks, that cocky All Might confidence seeping in for a moment.
“Impressed?” He asks, puffing his chests out like he's proud of himself.
“It's..bigger than I thought.” You say, mouth salivating as you picture how amazing it will feel inside of you. You sit up, coming closer and resting on your knees.
“You don't have to do that!” He protests, seeing how you're positioning yourself, as if you're going to take his cock into your mouth. “Not if it's something you're not into!”
You smile, looking up at him with encouraging eyes.
“I want to.” You insist, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft. He gasps and you slowly lower your mouth to his cock. You take the head into your mouth and lick the tip, and he groans low in his throat.
“That feels amazing. You're doing so well.” His voice is higher, more breathy.
You take him further in your mouth, starting to bob your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper. His hand gently threads in your hair.
“Shit. You're incredible.” He moans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You continue bobbing up and down, licking around the tip when you come up before sucking him back into your mouth. He's hardly holding himself together, but when you bring a hand to cup his balls, he cries out. He accidentally thrusts his cock harder into your mouth and immediately apologizes.
“I'm sorry, shit, I'm so sorry!” He stammers, pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop. You just smile at him, and he wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
“It's okay. I can take it.” You encourage, but he hooks a thumb under your chin to pull you up to eye level. You're both on your knees on the bed now, face to face, and he leans in to kiss you.
He kisses you slowly, hand coming to the nape of your neck to hold you gently. His other hand holds your hip, keeping you close. His kiss is passionate, claiming, and intense. When he pulls away, you're breathless, and he slowly leans back until he's against the pillows, pulling you over him.
“You're in control.” He encourages, and you position yourself above his length. He doesn't rush you, he doesn't push, just waits as you slowly ease the head in.
You gasp and grip onto his chest, and his hands come to your hips to hold you. You sink further down, your moans blending together as you slowly take every inch. When he's bottomed out, you sit for a moment to adjust before beginning to grind your hips.
“You're so deep.” You moan, feeling pleasure washing over your body once again.
“That's it. You're perfect.” He praises, and you're basically putty in his hands.
You're losing your mind at the pleasure. His cock curls perfectly inside your walls as you grind, your saccharine juices beginning to coat his hard cock.
You moan, planting your knees on the bed and beginning to bounce up and down. Each thrust almost makes you see stars, and he's not even moving at all. You can't imagine how hard he could truly fuck into you. You're so overwhelmed, especially after one orgasm already, and you try to continue a steady pace bouncing on his cock, but you're growing tired.
He pulls you into him with a hand on the back of your head. Once you're pressed into his chest, he wraps his arm around your waist and begins thrusting up into you. He thrusts hard and steady, with a pace that's just fast enough to push you closer to the edge.
“Toshinori!” You cry out. “Please don't stop.” Your moans grow louder, and you kiss his chest and neck to keep your mouth busy. That only encourages him to thrust harder, and your orgasm threatens to overcome you.
“I can't hold back.” You whine, and his breathing quickens.
“Don't, baby. I am here. I've got you.” He coaxes, and you finally let go. Your walls clench around him, and he lets out a loud groan. You can tell he's moments from his own release, but he's trying to fuck you through yours. As soon as you've gotten over the peak of your orgasm, he pulls you off of him, coating both of your stomachs with ropes of cum. You're both breathing heavily when you roll off of him and flop onto the pillows next to him.
He cleans you up, wiping you off and finding you pajamas to wear. He runs you a bath and allows you to take time to wash up, and while you're doing so the dinner arrives. When you come out, he's already set the table and showered quickly in the guest shower, and has your favorite movie ready on the TV.
“Toshinori, you're the perfect man.” You praise, exiting the bathroom, clean and dressed in his unreleased merch. He lights up when he sees you.
“Me? Look at you.” He beams, and you look down at your pajamas, laughing.
“You like this?”
“My name all over you? Yes. I like it a lot.” He says, wrapping an arm around you and kissing you on the lips.
He doesn't stop touching you that night. Whether it's a hand on your back, a head on your shoulder, your head on his lap, he doesn't care.
You're his now, and he'll protect you from everything. Even if he has to worship you after every single shady mission for the rest of your career.
Life is throwing bombs at me right now. But it's ok I'll just think about freakmight <3
Toshinori is such a fucking theater kid, there's no way he's not heavily into roleplay. He was all too happy to play the villain, he's into that shit.
He's committed to the bit, too. All you'd get in a text before he gets home. It's not even a long message, but he doesn't need to say much. It's part of the fun. All he'd have to say is 'run', and you know you better hide.
He wouldn't just want it to be hide and seak. No he wants a chase. He wants a fight. That smite costume has 100% been redesigned to hold up as well as his actual hero costume. He wants you to fight back. Nothing is off limits. If he's not bleeding, you're not committed enough. He doesn't want you to hold back In the slightest. He'll win anyway....unless he decides to let himself be defeated <3
He's such a freak. You're a freak. You're both freaks freaking eachother.
Maybe I'll write this into an actual thing..one day...eventually...maybe
“It’s Spring Time!” read the announcement on the staff bulletin board, followed by a request for volunteers with spring cleaning tasks at UA High. Tasks included cleaning windows, dusting the trophy cases, deep cleaning of the cafeteria or a cleanup of the outdoor grounds. A single task stood out, something smaller than the rest: Cleaning out the supply closet. There were spaces for two names and you signed up figuring it would be an easier job. When you checked a little later you saw someone had signed up in the other slot: Toshinori Yagi.
You had worked with him on a handful of occasions, finding yourself struck by the gravity of his presence, calm and steady. There were times you had seen him smiling when he thought no one was looking and it always warmed your heart.
A few days later, after school lets out, it is time to get to cleaning. Toshinori is standing outside the closet when you arrive, the janitor nearby with the key.
“Ah, my cleaning buddy,” he says with a warm smile.
You flash him an impish grin, the janitor chuckling as he unlocks the door. “Watch that door—it likes to swing shut and locks real easy."
“Duly noted,” Toshinori says, holding the it open as you step inside and begin sorting through the years of poorly kept supplies. It didn’t take long to understand why there were two names needed for such a tiny space – there is a lot of shit. But even in the silence, it isn’t awkward. It is more like a quiet companionship peppered with a few laughs when one of you comes across an odd item that may have been cherished in another lifetime.
Stretching on your tiptoes, you reach for a box on the top shelf. Your fingers barely graze the sides, but you manage to work it forward into better reach.
“Careful,” Toshi says while glancing over at you, setting down the stack of containers he’s been balancing to step behind you. With his height, it’s easy for him to reach up and take hold of the box, the warmth of his body radiating just behind you.
That’s when you both hear it—the inevitable click of the door as it swings shut and a sinking feeling grows in the pit of your stomach. You turn around, the space now uncomfortably tight. Toshinori looks at you, the same dread welling up within him, then turns just enough to try the knob. Locked. The two of you exchange a look as you try to lighten the mood with a little humor.
“Well… the janitor did warn us,” you murmur; his chuckle fills the small space in response.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone with a nervous sigh. “U.A. has reinforced doors. I shouldn’t be surprised we’re getting no signal in here.”
“We’re probably going to be stuck in here for a while. At least until morning when people return to the school,” you say quietly.
It was getting really warm in the tight space and you know the two of you can’t stand the whole night.
“Y-yeah… that sounds about right…” Toshi mumbles, his large hand running through his thick blonde hair.
Looking around the small space, you attempt to find a temporary solution. “Can you sit comfortably on the floor? It looks like your legs might fit that way.”
With a nod, he slides down to spread his long legs out on the cold surface, leaning back along the wall. “I can… My legs are sort of squished in here…,” he mumbles as he looks up at you.
You press your lips together in realization. “There isn’t anywhere to sit that isn’t… you.”
A soft blush creeps up his neck as he answers in a strained voice. “You can sit on my lap. It’s the only option in here.”
With an unsteady swallow, you lower yourself onto his lap, your back flush with his chest. It isn’t the most comfortable thing, but it’s better than standing. It doesn’t take long before arousal rises within you from the forced intimacy of the situation. His hands move along your curves to steady you in the tense silence. Shifting, you find yourself annoyed by the way your body wants to lean to one side of him or to the other.
“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, “This is a bit.. uncomfortable.”
“It is a little cozy in here,” he admits with a chuckle. “What do you suggest?”
You hesitate for a moment before the words spill out. “What if I faced you?”
Toshi sucks in deeply at the thought and you know he’s having the same thoughts you are. There just aren’t many options in this tight space. He’s blushing a bright red now at the thought of you straddling him like that.
You stand and turn around in the closed space, your legs barely fitting on either side of the man beneath you as you straddle him. The skirt of your dress fans out over his lap while you gently bring your wrists to rest on his shoulders. His wide gaze meets yours and he lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was still holding. Large hands move to firmly rest on your waist and it’s about that moment you realize this is going to be a long night.
He whispers your name in a husky voice that betrays the arousal rising within him, his cock beginning to strain in his pants right where you’re sitting. Letting out a strangled sound, your eyes flutter a moment at the feeling as you stare back with bedroom eyes, then lay your head against his chest in an attempt to quell the rising desire within you. He wraps his arms around you, your breasts molding to the shape of his chest. You know it’s really the most comfortable place for his hands to rest, but his shaky exhales and racing heart give away the fact that he’s struggling with the same emotions you are.
“Is this okay?”
His voice comes out hushed, his body relaxing slightly. “Yea. It’s okay. Looks like we’re going to get intimate whether we like it or not.”
His nose rests in your hair, the faint scent of honey and vanilla filling his lungs as you both clearly struggle with the growing arousal between you. His breathing grows increasingly ragged, driven wild by your warm center pressing against his lap. Every movement of your body makes it more difficult for him to think straight.
“I.. should warn you,” he says, his heart thumping in his chest. “This position… it’s. Quite intimate.”
“I’m trying not to move much, but it’s comfortable,” you admit with flushing cheeks.
He lets out a chuckle, a shiver running down your spine as his exhale brushes over your ear, one hand moving to trace feather-light patterns along your lower back.
“Mmhmm… almost too comfortable.”
The simple dress you’re wearing isn’t helping the situation. Light linen fabric spreads out from around your waist, leaving only your underwear between you and the bulge straining under his clothing. He shifts slightly, trying to adjust himself without being too obvious. You take in a rush of air at the feeling, your hands balling into fists as you grip the fabric of his shirt.
“Ahh.. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Just trying to get comfortable too.”
The small space you’re in only makes the intense desires increasingly difficult to resist. Lust-filled eyes stare back at you as you try to remain still.
“It’s fine…”
His voice drops lower as he pauses. “Does that mean you’re comfortable with this situation?”
“This is… not a comfortable situation,” you laugh awkwardly, “but our bodies seem to be enjoying the closeness.”
He shifts again, ever so slightly, his rigid member pressing more firmly against you. The same jolting pleasure that just ran through you is evident on his face.
“Yes,” he chokes out in a near whisper. Your body rotates with a subtle movement, the friction becoming intense. Large hands tighten around your waist in a silent encouragement as your juices soak into your thin panties.
“I… this feels.. you feel…,” your voice trails off as you struggle to control your intense desire. His rock-hard cock strains along his trousers and your underwear.
“I know,” he murmurs back. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
You groan in frustration, knowing Toshinori is too much of a gentleman to just take you—but he shocks you when he lifts himself slightly to give you more friction.
“Is this… what you need?”
The look on your face shifts to deep need. No longer able to hold back, you crash your lips into his. His response is stiff at first, but it only takes a moment for him to melt into it with sudden hunger as his arms pull you closer. Your fingers brush through his hair as your body rocks back and forth, grinding him intensely. Matching your rhythm, he begins to dry hump you back. His hands slide down to squeeze your bottom.
There’s a distinct scent of arousal growing in the tiny space, the room feeling even smaller and stifling hot. It strikes you how easy it would be to just slip your underwear to the side under your dress and let him enter you. Your lips move to kiss and nip his neck, his head tilting to allow more access. You can feel the vibrations from his throaty groans against your supple lips.
His hands slide up your smooth thighs under your dress before suddenly pausing. Your heart pounds in your chest as you freeze.
“Wait…” he says, the last bit of rationality peeking through amid the lust clouding his mind.
With your lips still pressed to his neck, your mouth moves along his skin in a breathy voice.
“I can’t. Toshi, I can’t sit here like this all night. Please.”
He hesitates for a moment, hearing your needy plea. His hands move to your sides underneath the dress once again. Large thumbs hook into the waistband of your underwear to tug them off. Lifting yourself up, you allow him to slide them past your thighs, then kick them to the side with your toe. The sound of his zipper fills the small space as he lowers his pants just enough to free his rigid shaft, a deep groan of relief following.
Reaching up to grab your thighs, he pulls you back down. As you settle onto his lap, your lashes flutter with a delicate moan at the feeling of him along your soaked folds. The sensations pushes along the head of his dick causing his body to tremble with need.
“Take it,” you say, watching the way he looks up at the ceiling in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of control. “I need the release and I think you do too.”
Those words are just enough to break through the last wall of his restraint. With a growl, he pulls you firmly onto his lap, lifting his hips to bury himself deep inside you in a single smooth motion. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, a cry of relief falling from your lips, mixed with his surprised grunt of pleasure.
“I’m sorry—if this isn’t something you want…” you whisper, finding it ironic that you say this now, after he is completely inside of you.
“No,” he says roughly, “Don’t apologize. You feel incredible.”
He gives a choked laugh, his Adam’s apple bobbing with a dry swallow as his hands flex around your waist. You offer an impish grin, staring into his eyes with intensity as you deliberately squeeze around his shaft, seated so deeply inside of you. His head falls back to hit the wall, a moan falling from his lips.
“Minx,” he murmurs as his body start to move slowly, thrusting up into you while pulling you down, noting how you struggle to stretch around his girth.
The sound of your wet core and the subtle slapping of flesh fill the small closet as he guides your movements.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts, biting his bottom lip adorably.
Pausing a moment to allow you to stretch around him, he rubs his thumbs along your hip bones. Gasping in a quick pant, you whimper when his hands grasp your bottom to help lift you up and down on his dick.
“Ohh...,” you groan, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
Toshi has his own face pressing against your shoulder, muffling his own sounds of pleasure. A smile crosses your lips as you feel his hands spread your cheeks apart to push deeper into you.
Keeping your face nestled into his neck and one hand slipping around his side, you grip his thick blonde hair with the other as you bounce up and down on his fat cock. Your lips leave a wet trail from his neck to his jawline as you nuzzle into him. Hot shallow breaths run across his skin to cause a shudder beneath your touch, his shaft twitching inside you from the sensation.
You move your hand from his side to reach underneath your dress, parting your soaked pussy lips and running easily over your clit. He inhales sharply as the initial movement causes you to clench around him. His arms wrap around your waist, his hands traveling up your backside to pull you down further onto him as you touch yourself.
The look on his face is pure pleasure, one that you’ll never forget. The sounds from his lips are so sexy, fueling your own airy sounds with each thrust into you.
He hisses when you tighten around him perfectly. “You’re gonna make me cum… hnnngh…”
His puffs of short, heated gasps on your neck leave you overwhelmed with sensation.
“You feel incredible,” you murmur, fingers quickening across your swollen nub.
“Sh-shit…” he stutters out with strained grunts as he begins to buck, meeting your frantic movements. With a loud moan, your fingers move more quickly over your swollen bud. Throwing your head back, breasts bouncing with effort, your pussy clenches around him as your fingers bring you to an intense release. Grunts emerge from his lips at the feeling of you milking his shaft to spurt into you with each pulse. He holds you firmly against him, as though trying to make sure his cum is placed as deeply inside you as possible. In response, you grind and rotate your hips to draw out his pleasure.
“Aaggh!” he grunts as his body shakes with the force of his orgasm. Both of you are panting heavily as you come down from your highs, his hardness still nestled inside you. Toshi nuzzles you gently, pressing soft kisses along your neck as you rest your head on his shoulder, grateful for the relief. He keeps you close, knowing you’re stuck like this until morning.
Comfortable and finally relaxed, you both drift off to sleep, his softening dick slipping out of you. Only the head remains pushed partway in your entrance, his cum dripping down his shaft and onto the floor beneath him. The only sounds remaining is the rhythmic lull of your breathing.
Hours pass and you find yourself roused by the voices outside the door and a key turning in the lock. Light spills in from the hallway as you blink with a sleepy look on your face. Both you and Toshinori look up, finally freed from your cramped supply closet prison as his arms tighten around your waist, instantly realizing how compromising your position appears. You can’t hide your disheveled hair or the way his hands rest on your hips as you straddle him in the tiny space. Though no one can see the way the head of his semi-firm morning wood is pressed against you, hidden under the spread of your dress, it’s obvious what happened.
The janitor just turns and leaves. Aizawa sighs with a deadpan stare while Yamada’s eyes bulge as he takes in the scene. It’s almost comical the way his jaw drops, bouncing between the two of you. Nemuri saunters up nosily from behind, a look of utter amusement in her eyes.
“Well, well… looks like someone had a very productive night in storage.”
Aizawa immediately rolls his eyes and walks away as Yamada chips in with, “I guess we know why they haven’t shown up to work yet!”
You feel your cheeks flush, Toshi chuckling awkwardly at their words. It’s impossible not to notice the way your sticky cunt rubs against his half-hard cock as you shift on his lap. Suppressing a groan, his eyes shoot to you as the movement causes him to twitch in response.
“You try being trapped in a cramped supply closet all night,” you snap at your audience.
There’s amusement in Toshi’s eyes at your defensiveness.
“Indeed, terribly cramped,” he adds.
Your eyes widen and flick to his at the sudden realization that you can’t just get up from him like this. The cramped space makes it impossible to disentangle yourselves without causing an obvious scene and exposing him to them.
Your audience eyes you both suspiciously.
“Hah…” you say in an awkward attempt to cover a pleasurable cry, while he adjusts his posture—which only serves to press himself into you more firmly. Nemuri’s eyes zero in on the subtle shift in position. She crosses her arms with a smirk as she realizes the implications.
“You two having trouble there?” she says, her tone dripping with amused insinuation.
“You could… um... shut the door. For five minutes,” you admit sheepishly.
Yamada’s face turns beet red as he quickly turns around, slamming the door shut. You can hear Nemuri chuckling as she speaks bemusedly through the closed door.
“Take your time! We’ll just wait out here.”
You turn to Toshi, whispering the obvious.
“You … are very hard.”
“I… woke up like this,” he admits awkwardly with a blush. “Though it typically isn’t quite this… insistent.”
You can hear the hushed whispers of your coworkers outside the door, but you can’t make out the words. With a slow movement, you grind against him as he hardens further.
“We can’t…” he gasps. The idea of a quickie with your coworkers outside the door is mortifying.
“Look, they already know what happened. They aren’t stupid. Just be quiet and… finish this,” you say. There’s no way anyone would misunderstand your delayed exit anyway.
“Fine. Quickly then,” he whispers with a nod, his hips giving an experimental thrust to catch on your slick entrance. You bite back a groan as you cover your mouth with your fingers.
Wrapping one arm around your waist to keep you steady, he thrusts into you with ease. His voice hitches in his throat at the feeling of once again being fully sheathed inside you. With a soft and steady pace, you start to ride with his thrusts as you both try to keep your sounds low. It’s difficult to not notice how the voices outside the closet have suddenly diminished. A subtle wet squelching sound can be heard with each movement as your rhythms fall into sync.
Biting your bottom lip, you exhale in a pant as your bodies move together. There are faint whispers outside the door, and despite how quiet you were being, it’s no use. The feeling of him plunging in and out of your wet hole is too delicious and there’s no hiding the wet sounds of flesh bumping and sliding against each other.
Toshi’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he pistons in and out of your wet hole faster.
“Almost….” he murmurs.
It takes everything in you not to moan. Lifting yourself to move with him for added friction, the way his thick cock pounds into you is too much. You watch him close his eyes at the way you tighten around him, biting down to suppress a groan. His body tenses with each thrust as he tries desperately to keep quiet.
You clench your jaw in an effort to stop your own cries, but your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your muscles spasm around his length. His eyes snap open—a muffled grunt escapes him as he looks at you deeply, burying himself fully inside you. With a final jerk of his hips, he releases in strong, pulsing waves. Shaky breaths fall from him as he brings one hand up to cover your mouth, trying to stop the barely audible moans that keep slipping through. Even as your bodies continue to spasm together, you’re acutely aware of how much sound you’re making.
Gasping, you lean toward his ear. “I don’t really want to get up.”
“Neither do I,” he chuckles softly, nuzzling your neck before giving you a gentle kiss.
You both know you have to, though. Your coworkers were at least gracious enough to give you a few more minutes, even if it’s awkward as fuck and you know they’re listening outside.
As you slowly stand, his dick slips out to slump over his thigh. You smooth out your dress, sensing emptiness after a night of having his cock pressed so intimately into you. You can feel a dribble of cum leaving a trail along your leg as you scoop up your underwear from off the floor to clean it up while Toshi buttons up his pants.
You exchange knowing smiles as he runs a hand through his messy blonde locks, preparing for the awkwardness that awaits you.
“We… we’re ready,” you say in an unintentionally sensual voice as you wait to be rescued from the closet once again.
Looking over at Toshi, you can’t hide the intense longings blossoming in your heart as you notice the increasing appearance of awkwardness, clearly still processing what you just shared.
“Before we go out there…” he whispers, the sound of the jingling keys coming closer. Leaning forward, he gives you a quick but intimate kiss followed by a knowing look of longing. As the light filters in, you both walk out and pretend everything is as normal as it could be.
“Thanks for the rescue!” you declare. “I’m sorry. Let me run home. I’ll be a little late, but just give me one hour!”
Knowing glances are exchanged as Toshi adds, “Yea, thanks… I better, uh… run home to change too.”
Without speaking, your fingers find his, lacing together as you walk side by side down the hallway, with Nemuri and Yamada staring at the backs of your heads.
Prompt: Dacryphilia
Summary: You fuck your pretty sub until he cries.
CW/TW: nsfw, dom!reader, gn!reader (in my head reader uses a strap but refers to it as a dick), anal sex, crying/dacryphilia, overstimulation
Jujutsu Kaisen: Choso, Yuji
My Hero Academia: Izuku, Shigaraki, Yagi
Naruto: Naruto
He's so pretty, presenting like that, knees apart, ass up, face down. You put your hands on his asscheeks, spreading him wider. His hole is clenching around nothing, hungry. Your sub is not allowed to talk, but his weak whines are speaking loudly enough.
You put the head of your dick against the hole, teasing it with a smile. You've been playing with your boy for a long time, his cock already milking. He'll probably cum a few thrusts in. He's such a mess already. His breath shudders when the tip penetrates him. It's easy, lube generously used and his whole body lax under your ministrations.
You moan in unison when you penetrate him entirely in one slow thrust. God, he's such a good and pretty boy. You wrap yourself over his back, peppering kisses on his skin as you start to pound him as if your life depends on it.
As you guessed, he comes quite quickly, but it doesn't make you stop. No, orgasm isn't the goal: the goal is to make him cry, to break his mind with pleasure.
You're relentless as you quicken the pace, his pretty moans filling your ears, your pleasure building. You decorate his neck and his shoulders with bites and suckings, murmuring praises into his ear; you're such a good boy, you're doing incredible darling, you feel so good around me, so, so pretty baby
He starts to whine, daring to use his words, "Please, please, it's so much, it's too much-"
You shut him up with a more violent bite on his shoulder, thrusting deeper than ever before, "You're not allowed to talk, pretty thing, remember," and he whines again, but doesn't speak.
You draw a second orgasm and you feel so proud of him and tell him so. He's barely able to lift himself, his muscles rendered useless by the assault of your hips, and you can imagine his eyes growing less and less focused.
Turning him over, you get to see his face and oh, how perfect is he. Tears are running down his cheeks, drool falls from his lips; his dick is red from the friction against the mattress, sperm decorating his tummy. You continue to fuck him, and rejoice in his sobs while you start sucking on his nipples.
He tries to speak again, but it's so incoherent you don't even bother to correct him, focused on building a third orgasm.
You look with marvel when after a few minutes, cum manages to spurt from his over-used dick. Your boy really overdid himself. You slow down, his pleading and crying incoherent. You retrieve your dick and oh, he whines when you do so, mumbling about being empty.
You feel some mercy as you don't try to touch his dick again and rather focus on his face, licking his tears. They're salty and delicious, like you love them. You kiss his cheeks, and he mewls, putting an arm around you.
"Of course we're going to cuddle, my pretty thing, but why don't we get cleaned up before?"
wanting to get a little taste of the number one hero, during the hero’s banquet.
✩ 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!
“fuck, 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?”
“no, unfortunately the both of us are stuck here. i lost yamada an hour ago, which is really odd since he’s the loudest one out of all of us.” 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 hero’s 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.
“gonna find the bathroom and possibly yamada, so we can leave.” your dry-eyed friend gave you a nod before you took your leave; grabbing a shot from a tray a waiter was carrying—downing 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 might’ve 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 you’ve seen him. the last time you did wasn’t the best experience. "duty calls" he had said before he ran off. but, you weren’t gonna let that one time stop you from saying ‘hello’ 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 ‘smiling’ eyes softened when he saw you and he kept that same bright smile like always. “y/n, it’s good to see you.”
“likewise,” you quickly turned on your heels as your memories from that terrible night plagued your mind. “wait—y/n,” 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. “can we talk?” 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 it—before turning to look at your smaller, yet curvy frame.
“y/n, I just wanted to apologize for last time. it wasn’t 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.” 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 didn’t call nor try to reach out to you, which made you become very insecure—leading you to believe that he didn’t actually like you.
“you don’t have to apologize—“
“but, i do. you were wonderful and im a little disappointed I couldn’t make this into something more serious; didn’t have the opportunity to kiss you—.”
“you wanted to kiss me?” it was silent for a moment, both of your eyes locked onto each other’s. 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 hero’s 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 other’s, dancing a smoother dance than a tango—with your tongue sliding into his mouth, tongues swirling around each other's. you couldn’t 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. “think you teased me enough, number one. i need more of you.”
he had never been more turned on, until now. with one hand holding you up, he used the other hand to unzip your hero costume—freeing 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 couldn’t 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. “allmight—please~”
“toshinori,” 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.
“toshinori, please. just fuck me already.” 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 sink’s counter and placed you on your knees—your 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.
“shit toshi—just like that, fuck…” 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.
“wait toshi, i was gonna cum.” he ignored you, flipping you over onto your back; looking at you in all your glory before he gripped himself through his suit. “look, im going to warn you. you might not be able to take all of me, and that’s okay—,” 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.
“i'm a big girl, i can handle it. besides, a hero never backs down from a fight.” 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 could’ve 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t let this scare you.
pushing him inside of you, you winced at the pressure—you 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 that’s all that could fit, and he began to move his hips slowly. the more toshinori moved—the wetter you became. soon, the sound of your cunt squelching and your lewd mewls filled the bathroom—driving 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 everytime—causing 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 didn’t realize that you were no longer on the sink’s counter and now on the bath’s plush blue rug—until toshinori slammed down into you once again.
“fuck, you just keep getting tighter and wetter!” 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 ground—creating 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.
“hey! can you hurry up, i really gotta use it,” a voice could be heard from the other side, following another knock. you looked at allmight, waiting for his next move.
“in a minute….having some—shit—s-s-stomach problems”
“c’mon dude! you’ve been in there for like an hour”
“in a minute!” 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 him—this 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.
“we’re going to need a plan to come out of here without them suspecting a thing,” you chuckled, peppering his chiseled face with kisses.
“this is why we have quirks, to get out of situations like this. now let’s get dressed, so i could show you more of why I’m number one~”
Toshinori Yagi x gentle dom!reader (no gendered pronouns or description given of reader)
Content: NSFW. Gentle domming Toshinori. Oral, nipple play, body worship (Toshi receiving) Just loving on him and giving him the head he deserves 🥰 Approx 900 words.
Across the decades, Toshinori has faced countless opponents without so much as flinching, yet he quivers when you kiss his chest. Slender legs trembling, and eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh wow,” he gasps, overwhelmed almost as soon as you get started. “Oh… wow…”
“That feel good?”
He nods, hardly able to reply as you lap the puckered bud of his nipple with the tip of your tongue, those big hands gripping the pillow at either side of his head. “W-oh- wow… yeah… ‘s good. Thank you.”
Though dauntless when facing villains, he surrenders to you so readily, that gentle, sweet man who has fought infinite bloody battles. His deep, comforting voice, so perfectly suited to reassuring, leading, and orating, is reduced to nothing more than fragmented, rumbling groans of pleasure and hoarsely whispered words of thanks. And his wounded, battle-scarred body, so accustomed to pain he hardly knows how to react to soft touches, is so sensitive to your every caress. And so very very grateful for them.
“My beautiful man,” you whisper against his scars.
And he laughs at that, breathlessly; in relief, in overwhelming gratitude, and happiness he never thought he could know.
When your kisses trail lower, to his hollow, undulating abdomen, he almost instinctively darts his hand down, his palm warm and heavy against your cheek, as if he has to check in on you, to make sure you really want to do this for him. It still floors him that you do. But of course you’re eager, kissing your way along the golden path of fuzz trailing down from his navel.
His blue eyes widen, radiant amongst their surrounding shadows. “Wait… let me… I want you to feel good too,” he says, his voice gravely and thick with arousal. “You don't have to–”
“Toshi, hush. Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
Easier said than done. Toshinori’s career as a pro-hero, heck, his life has centered around taking care of others. So switching off that instinct, allowing himself to be selfish, to be indulged, is a battle in and of itself. But if he’s anything, Toshinori is good for you. So responsive, so satisfying to pleasure, and so eager to please.
So, he forces himself to switch off that part of his brain as you continue your kisses; trailing over his belly, the hills of his hips, to those long, lean thighs while he squirms and gasps and whispers your name. His inner thighs are a particular weakness, bordering on ticklish as you tease his sensitive skin with your lips, tongue, and ever-so-gently, your teeth.
“Ohhh, love… my… goodness… you’re killing me…”
His head lolls back against the pillow as the sinews in his arms bulge from the strength of his grip on the pillow. And he’s so turned on, flushed and gasping, his abdomen beginning to glisten with a sheer coat of perspiration, lips parted in bliss. But these days it takes a little longer to get fully erect. Age and injury require patience from both of you.
A choked cry bursts from him as you take his semi-erect length into your mouth, sucking, licking, letting it harden against your eager tongue.
“Oh… jeez…” he groans, one hand buried in his wild golden hair. “Oh, I love you.”
The other hand instinctively seeks yours, your fingers interlacing across the fluttering plain of his stomach. You know him well enough to know he needs that. He needs your hand in his, he needs to hold on to you or he’s lost.
And it’s that gesture which really gets him there. Maybe it’s the security and intimacy, but within moments his cock is hardening; until it’s so big and so damn thick you have to wrap your free hand around his base and jerk him off while you take him to the back of your throat.
His grip tightens as he cries out in pleasure, feet sliding against the mattress as he searches for purchase while you suck and lick, and fuck him with your mouth. “Oh God, thank you. Thank you…”
“Can you cum for me, Toshi?” you ask, stroking his cock as you drink in the sight of him; all flustered and falling apart.
He nods, pulling in a breath. “Soon…huh- ohh close. S-oh close.”
So you suck, and lick, and stroke his heavy cock, feasting on the sight of him coming undone in the most delicious way. And before long his feet are lifting off the mattress, long legs quaking from the tension as he throws his arm across his eyes and gasps in pleasure. “Hah! Nghh– aha! Ha!”
And when he cums, he’s practically sobbing, so completely overwhelmed and grateful and so madly in love with you. He cums with his entire body, every inch of him dominated by sheer ecstasy; trembling, throbbing, tensing, his hand in yours the only part of him that remains steady. His orgasm is so strong, so consuming it’s as if he’s making up for all those decades he set his needs aside.
“Thank you,” he gasps, for the hundredth time since you got him into bed. “Jeez… you’re so perfect. So wonderful. I love you and I– thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Of course I’m here,” you tell him, shuffling up the bed to smooth back the long, tousled tresses of his bangs and shower him in kisses. “I love you so much, Toshi.”
He smiles, cheeks glowing under the tender caress of your lips. “Thank you.”
💛 first of all: demisexual. very emotionally driven. Yagi Toshinori is a Certified Yearner™️.
💛 second: biggest virgin ever. 0 experience. 0 game. some accidental rizz from being very earnest and sweet but overall he's the Number One Fumbler.
💛 and third: size kink. he is like 7' fucking 3" feet tall.
💛 very easily flustered. that's a given.
💛 turns into his big form when he gets excited on accident.
💛 can also do it on purpose. especially since you ask so nicely. it's a bit strange for him at first but he comes (haha) to enjoy it very much.
💛 this man cannot handle blowjobs. he will orgasm right away. it's just too overstimulating for him.
💛 counter-argument: LOVES giving oral. pleasuring you gets him off really, really bad (and that's not even why he does it). he lives to serve.
💛 gets very good at it (and everything in general) the more comfortable/experienced he becomes.
💛 calls you very affectionate names, most often 'my love' and 'my peace'.
💛 very attentive. incredible listener. learns quickly.
💛 communication king.
💛 very visual.
💛 very vocal.
💛 praise kink (shocker). goes both ways. tell him how big and strong and brave he is while barely touching him at all and he will just come undone.
💛 gets hard very easily.
💛 slow kisses are his favorite.
💛 tbh just kiss him all over and he’s almost there.
💛 also loves kissing every inch of you.
💛 sensitive ears. nibble/kiss/lick or whisper if you want him shaking.
💛 really into neck-kissing, both ways.
💛 yapper. rambles on softly about how much he loves you, how much you mean to him, how much better of a man he is thanks to you and how perfect you are when he’s on top.
💛 switch with the specification of being a service top.
💛 a nervous wreck & very easily overwhelmed. turns into a bumbling mess when you pleasure him.
💛 hasn't masturbated in god knows how long.
💛 will finish really fast at first before he builds up more endurance.
💛 and by that i mean, give him a bit of time to get used to it and he'll be able to go for hours. you could definitely get 4-5-6 orgasms out of him in one session.
💛 Sir Cums-a-LOT. is really embarrassed by it.
💛 extremely vanilla, but he's definitely willing to explore some mild kinks as he gets more confident and comfortable.
💛 VERY hung. and I mean VERY. if you want it all, it’ll take some getting used to.
💛 does NOT know what to do with it. careful and loving as he is, he definitely accidentally slides that thing in at the worst angle and makes you think he's pierced your lungs with it at least once.
💛 gets even bigger as All Might. obviously.
💛 also more confident as All Might and more likely to go a bit harder/faster.
💛 seeing how big he is next to your face makes him dizzy.
💛 self-indulgent hc i give every character i goon: very weak to being scratched/dug/cut into by your nails.
💛 tugging him by the tie/belt does unspeakable things to him.
💛 when he locks in, he's a man on a mission, and that mission is giving you everything you could ever need.
💛 very unlikely to initiate but always eager to follow your lead.
💛 you acting submissive/moaning his name/grasping onto him definitely spurs him on.
💛 not really one to dom but he can very gently kind of soft dom if you want him to.
💛 accidental pillow talk expert. he's just so honest, caring and passionate that he will say the most romantic stuff out of nowhere while rubbing circles against your skin, holding you snugly against his chest. loves burying his face in your hair, you’re his favorite scent.
💛 most incredible aftercare this world has ever seen (after he catches his breath). will give you a whole shower, wash and dry your hair, make your comfort food, tuck you in and watch/do/talk about anything you want.
💛 definitely really into marriage/family if that's something the two of you want together. he will melt into a puddle/potentially explode if you call him your husband mid-sex or mention starting a family.
💛 CAN get cheeky/cocky when he's in his element. he might even tease you a little.
💛 horrified to use his strength on you but slowly eases into it if you ask him to. will only ever be VERY gentle and only really uses it for interesting positions or going for longer sessions.
💛 lifts you up very easily ofc (either form) and really loves doing it. makes him feel strong and dependable. also, surprising you by holding you up in the air/against a wall and pleasuring you (most probably as All Might) is in his top 10 experiences of all time.
💛 don’t be afraid to make a mess all over him. it gives him a huge rush.
💛 so does fingering you.
💛 most probably won't choke/slap/do any sort of impact play. he would never ever raise a hand to you in any way, shape or form or hurt you on purpose.
💛 really loves worshipping you with every part of him.
💛 most gentle, hungry, yearning touches you've ever felt.
💛 will accidentally tower over you, unaware of just how hot he is doing that.
💛 prefers seeing your face at all times.
💛 can't keep his composure very well, his pleasure and nervousness are always extremely visible on his face. even when he's 'in charge', he's definitely flushed, probably whimpering and taking small breaks in between thrusts so he doesn't just crumble right away.
💛 will often bury his face in your chest/neck.
💛 giving you orgasms all night back to back without him coming even once is more than ideal for him.
💛 addicted to you riding him. he can see your face and hold you while you do whatever you want.
💛 loves watching you.
💛 love-drunk. he tries to stay level-headed but can get quite lost in the sauce passionate.
💛 constantly checking in with you, reassuring you, asking for guidance to make you feel as good as possible.
💛 really gentle handjobs will actually just send him to another world.
💛 kind of likes keeping the suit on sometimes. i mean his dress suit but i know yall thinking about Armored All Might and all i have to say about that is clank clank clank 😏 (he could def be convinced)
💛 secretly dreams about you asking him to wear his hero costume at least once.
💛 extremely weak to being called Toshi, All Might and 'my hero.'
💛 loves seeing you wear his clothes. it turns him on pretty bad.
💛 seeing you either dressed up, in lingerie or wearing nothing are also all very effective on him. try a combo of nothing + his dress shirt/ white Tshirt or an All Might shirt/hoodie for the full experience 😉.
💛 weak to being smeared in lipstick.
💛 prefers to keep everything intimate and private. anything public would give him a heart attack.
💛 likes setting the mood; candles, music. he’s a good old-fashioned lover.
💛 shy dry-humper. really into you riding his thigh, hopefully pulling on his tie while you do.
💛 foreplay champion although will probably ruin his pants. never really skips straight to sex unless that’s what you really want or you’re both extremely pent up.
💛 crier.
💛 very polite. pleads often.
💛 ghosting your fingers over his wound is a pretty sure-fire way of sending him over the edge.
💛 dare i say he potentially has a thing for glasses (ahem ahem).
💛 tries to keep things clean but has a secret weakness for getting sloppy.
freakier extras.
💛 yes, he will switch forms inside you if that makes you happy. he's very embarrassed and pretty awkward the first few times.
💛 keeping him from touching you when he’s really hard is the best way to torture him.
💛 likes being tied up. could break out of it at any point. does not want to. just knowing that makes it ten times better.
💛 really enjoys being teased/edged (and some very mild degradation).
💛 adores the thought of you using his cock to pleasure yourself, especially when he's All Might.
💛 can occasionally enjoy rougher sex, but rougher in the sense that you're rough with him (for example, slamming down on him really hard. he can take it).
💛 didn't know what post orgasm torture was until you did it to him, but he reaches new heights being at your mercy.
💛 i’m trying really hard not to say he has a very romantically-motivated breeding kink and might unconsciously mating press you as All Might. ah, oops.
💛 please god just sit on his face, it’ll take him ages to build up the courage to ask but he wants it so damn bad. bonus points if you’re doing things to him at the same time.
💛 i’d say he’s into blindfolds but i think not being able to see you at all would scare him. (sorry)
💛 !! for boob-having readers !! tit jobs break him. make him sit on your chest grasping the headboard while he does it himself if you want him to be a complete mess, potentially start crying and apologize for covering you in cum for 20 minutes after.
💛 !! for fisting enjoyers !! (apologies to everyone else) terrified when you asked him to try to fit his hand inside but would maybe eventually try it if you really want him to. very, very, very slow and gentle.
America era! Toshi
💛 very sweet still but slightly cockier.
💛 much more endurance than older Toshi.
💛 considerably hornier and more risqué.
💛 likes taking the lead a bit more.
masterlist・all might x oc fanfic・all might wips (includes smut)
Shelly gets really dominant while she's horny. She's so often ignored and overlapped, talked over. And when she is referred to, it's usually just a passing remark, or a request, rather than an actual conversation. So, she puts in a lot of effort to get noticed when she's all hot 'n bothered. It's not enough to be useful, she already is, she needs to be seen, and known, and respected.
-Goobfucker
I actually don't think I've seen much dom!Shelly content...a shame, really 💔 give that fossil what she deserves !!
oh my god I think I’m in heaven . thank you I love you ohhhh my god
um ok to make this freaky lemme put a thought I’ve had for a Solid Minute. tw for dubcon I guess ? and mirrorshipping but who gaf
toon bobette, when hiding in her present, can feel it just like a second skin. it’s part of her body. if you touch it, she won’t just know by the sound, but by the feel.
anyway. twisted bobette finding toon bobette in her present form and. hhhh. and rutting against it with her giant tentacle dick. toon bobette can feel it, thick claws holding her tightly, slick wet juices sliding along her box, each heavy shift of hips twice the size of hers.
and like of course she’s afraid. the timer is going to run out soon. she’s going to be exposed, probably killed, but gods above does it feel good. so unbelievably good. cramming into the corner of the box and moaning weakly. maybe the sounds leak out, maybe twisted bobette likes them, maybe the thrusts speed up.
a.and when the timer runs out. moans. toon bobette gets used like the little fleshlight she is
...Anon, will you marry me? /j
Seriously, though, I fw this. I fw it heavy :)
If I may add something on...perhaps Bobette, when she and the other Christmas Toons go to hibernate for their off-season, dreams of that moment, that run.
After all, when you're sleeping for...what, 11 months of the year? Yeah, that sounds right- when you're asleep for 11 months out of the year, there's really nothing you can do but dream.
And perhaps, when she wakes up again next Christmas...she goes on another run.
She's been dreaming of when this moment would come for almost a whole year now.
She finds her Twisted counterpart, and she lets it ruin her.
