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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.