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I couldn't let it go. I just couldn't. Part 2 @dufferpuffer take it and have it and love it please. All Hail The Worm 🫡 (2,518 word count).

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Toshinori x Reader - Tired

One night you're sitting on the couch with him, your legs draped over his lap. Dawning one of his shirts, you leaned into him with a hand up his button-down, tracing lazy patterns on his scar, up his skin to a nipple and back down. He shudders the way he always does and feels your sweet, breathy giggles come out in puffs against his neck where you were lavishing him with kisses and light nips. You always found a way to be near him at home. Cuddling, kissing, holding - there was never a moment you weren't showering him with attention, much to his appreciation.

He was tired that evening. He was tired most evenings. Between Izuku and Bakugo, his classes, hero work and the press, his public image, basic upkeep - God, it was getting harder and harder to keep up with it all. And he hated that. It ate at him like a tick he couldn't shake. When did it all get so difficult? So tedious? Little things drained him now. His very bones ached after a hands-on lesson at UA, or a well-matched brawl with a villain in the street. You knew of his worries well, and didn't mind holding off until he was in a better mindset. Not one bit. This moment's only goal was to make him feel good and maybe make sure you still knew all his sweet spots. But he didn't want to keep making you wait. As much as he adored the sweet ways you showed affection, he wanted to show you his.

He was always loving, always doting on you one way or another. At least a couple of times a month you would look forward to whatever surprise he'd leave in the bottom drawer of your desk in the faculty rooms. He'd play with your hair and gently scratch your scalp at night when sleep evaded you. You never ran out of chapstick - there'd be another one hidden under some papers in your bag whenever it dawned that you'd forgotten to restock. It truly was the little things, and you loved him all the more for it. He didn't doubt that for a second.

And yet Toshinori only saw his shortcomings as of late. Sleeping in more on off days wasn't like him; neither was leaving you wanting. He didn't want to give you just enough. He wanted to leave you breathless.

"C'mere," he'd pat his lap and you'd smile, moving to throw a leg over and straddle him just to feel Toshi gently grab your hips to a halt. "Ah, sorry - other way." He said.

"Other way?" You asked, nonetheless content to do so as he watched with such affection.

His big hands found their way forward to your thighs, kneading the malleable flesh there, his mouth on your back to breathe you in and leave a trail of kisses halfway down your spine. A shudder left your lips as you sat there while he pulled the back of the shirt down to lavish your skin in those languid kisses. He knew what he was doing, putting you where you couldn't reciprocate so he could spoil your body with each touch.

Then his hands retracted, much to your disappointment, but only to fumble with his belt buckle and free the erection that fought against the fabric's restraints while you pouted at the momentary loss of touch.

"Yagi?" You turned your head back with curiosity, his face lifting against your cheek for a few light kisses that conveniently blocked your view.

"Sit still, Pretty." He said firmly.

His length pressed flat against your backside and you smirked. Yagi was a pleaser, and a good one at that. Used to, you'd loathe the idea of letting him run you through the wringer without doing anything in return, but now you'd came to know his habits well. When he was in a mood or in his own head again, Toshinori needed to prove he was still everything you needed and more, regardless of your thoughts on the matter.

Fuck the hero title. Yagi strove to be your number one.

In a puff of smoke and a rise that startled a quickly muttered curse out of you, he was holding you up by the backs of your thighs, your back pressed firmly against his chest that was now much larger and more toned than before. Your hands rushed to grab onto anything that might help steady yourself. They landed on his forearms. One touch to his skin and you already knew.

"Why this form?" You turned and asked him after getting it together, though your thoughts were a mess due to the way his lips planted kiss after kiss against your skin. It wasn't like you minded. He was good in both forms, the only notable difference being his stamina.

He kissed your shoulder, his tongue gliding across soft skin like he could taste you. "Wanna have you.." He kissed your neck next. ".. just like this.." Then your ear, letting out a breath that had you shivering in his hold. And he felt it. He was holding you up - of course he felt it. If he tried hard enough, focused fof long enough, he probably could've felt your heartbeat where his hands hooked under both legs.

He turned you both until you could catch a glimpse of yourself in a mirror across the living room. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he saw how red your face was. In nothing but one of his shirts and your underwear, it was a sight he'd seen around the apartment more often than not, but seeing it like this, with his hard cock raised between your legs, pressing against your clothed heat with a wet spot forming... He needed you. Now.

"Toshi..." You mumbled with anticipation, hands reaching up and back to grab behind his neck as he held you in one hand long enough to move your panties to the side and line up.

"Yeah, Pretty?" He asked oh so sweetly, as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing to you right now.

His muscle form was bigger, yes, and all the rumors of a size difference were true. He was already packing a solid nine inches, able to reach that deep spot you liked no problem, but his muscle form added extra girth that had you fumbling over your words most nights he brought it out.

Now was no exception. You were tongue tied, left speechless by his demeanor and the pillow nicknames just as you were every other time.

One look at his cock underneath where he hugged your frame and you were letting out this shaky breath he recognized as a green light.

"Let me hear those sounds you like to make for me, okay?" He asked of you. It was the only thing you had to do for Yagi tonight - let yourself go and moan. Easy peasy.

A nod confirmed what he already knew, and then he was rolling his hips upward, slowly, pulling back every few seconds to coat himself in your juices and then push a little deeper. Having your legs so far apart certainly made it easier, but he had always been big compared to you. The adjustment took a second each time.

You let out a sigh, rubbing his neck with one hand as he inched his way into you.

"S'good," you mumbled yet again. He pulled back again, only pushing the head back in. He smiled sweetly at your comment and adjusted you both one more time just to make sure his grip was secure. "You ready?" He whispered.

"Mhm." You voice came out breathy. Lacking and wanting sounded like a good mix for you, he realized.

This time he started thrusting, feeling you tense up in his arms as he went on and buried his nose into your hair, light nips at the very dip of your neck sending shivers up your spine. Toshi loved fucking you like this, having you at his mercy and unable to move on your own yet still treating you like a princess.

His princess.

You could feel it all, and something about him having an angle to see your front from the mirror made it all the better. He watched your reactions as he fucked you, felt for anything that might let him know which direction to take things, pleased to see that trademark blush underneath closed eyes and brows that furrowed together in silent pleasure.

Silence that didn't last very long.

He went deeper, enough to start bottoming out, and kept a medium tempo, trying to keep that dazed, pleasured look on your face from where he stood in the mirror. His grip on your legs tightened, and he started to snap his hips at the end of each rut just to hit your gspot the way he knew you to like. Your head fell back against his shoulders and you moaned softly with each thrust, feeling Toshi's chest heave against your back, his hands gripping you tight enough to leave bruises, a light sheen of sweat gracing his forehead. It would be so easy for him to lift you up higher right now, to bring you back down on him over and over like a toy to get him off - believe him, the temptation was ever-present in moments like these when you were in his arms with no way out, whimpering against his neck as he drove into you.

Toshi was so good to you, never leaving you wanting even if it wore him out. In the mirror you could look up and see the image of you both fucking, his cock sliding in and out of your hole with wet, squelching sounds that made it impossible not to feel dirty in the best, most deliciously vulgar way imaginable. All Might, the number one hero, the symbol of Peace, such a sweet, sweet man loved by all, and here he was making his lover's legs shake and her voice quiver as he fucked her stupid in the middle of their living room. He had ahold of you like you might disappear, your knees somehow closer to your shoulder than anything else, juices running down bare skin and soaking into your underwear and his pants.

With a glance in the mirror you could see his face. He was smiling, but not naturally. This one was his hero smile, the one he wore in his All Might form without thinking, the one that put others at ease in his presence, the one that told all of Japan it'd be alright.

Bad habits die hard, you knew well.

You reached up to grab his chin and pulled it toward you, planting your lips against his to get rid of that practiced nonsense, to greedily take in the groan he let slip. He thrusts stuttered for a second. It was surprising, but he liked it, and was back to fucking you right away. His tongue sought access you offered willingly, letting him in for a sloppy, half-minded makeout as your focuses remained on the sex. He went harder yet and you shuddered against his mouth in response, a reaction that drew a real chuckle from Toshinori.

"You want more, Gorgeous?" He asked between light panting, speeding up before you had the chance to answer. "You wanna cum all messy on me?"

You moaned on his tongue, your walls tightening around him with each thrust as a reflex, your body craving anything he could possibly give you. A hand snaked up to gently tug at his hair when he nipped at your upper lip. He chuckled and did it again and fingers tangled in his soft blonde locks.

"m.. yes, yes," you whimpered, "god... fuck, All Might.."

The man couldn't help but moan low against your soft lips. There was something so.. taboo about calling him that during sex. Like it wasn't supposed to be done, or it tainted the name in a way only you two knew. His cock twitched in you when you did it, much to your enjoyment.

When you were sure you were close, you tried to reach down and rub your clit, but he wasn't having that at all. For a moment, he moved to hold both of your legs in one large arm, never once slowing his thrusts as he moved your hand away.

"Eh- No, Pretty, I got it." He grunted softly, abandoning your lips to look in the mirror. You briefly wondered what for before those big fingers of his dared to touch your clit, even more so to circle the sensitive nub while he continued to rut into your heat. You has a perfect view of one another in that glass - the reflection of which you could see old handprints from your other sexual encounters with Yagi. But he hadn't done anything like this before. It was hard to breathe. Your mind was running a mile minute and you could swear he felt exactly what he was doing to you because those rut ups of his were perfectly time with jerks and spasms that gave you away, physically speaking.

Another moan had him going harder, faster, enough to make you cry out in earnest as you came undone on his cock, squeezing him in slow, intense tandems, your body demanding his follow suit. He had no complaints about this, his knees shaking only enough for you to notice before he jerked a time or two more, grunting deeply against your ear as he gave you a creampie to remember. The evidence ran down your slit, making a mess of your pussy and his balls until it dripped onto the floor between his dress shoes. Slowly he pulled you off him with a mutual shudder and sat you both back down on the couch. You sat facing forward on his lap still, his pants now sticky and wet under where you sat, the notable difference being how you leaned back to catch your breath, or at least try to. He was spent, panting behind you, but happy so long as you were, too. His hand came up to wrap around your forehead and pull you back to lean on him, drawing a breathy giggle from his lover as she accepted the shoulder with a hand on his wrist.

"Not that I'd ever complain about such... doting behavior from you," You began on a mumble with the tiniest little grin, settling into the side of his lap without disturbing his softening length, "but what brought that on?"

He sighed and kissed your cheek, then your lips and back again, pulling your head down on his shoulder once more after you'd gotten comfortable. His hand stayed there, coming through now messy hair, his nostrils taking in the subtle scent of sex coming from below him. He didn't mind it at all, not if it meant pleasing you so thoroughly. If anything, it brought a smile to his face.

A real one, too.

".. I just thought we could both use it." He replied.