[Chapter 3 of All of You, a Villain All Might x 3rd person F reader AU MHA fanfic. No name, no hair/eye/skin color mentioned so you can easily self-insert. Stalker kink, praise kink, brat taming, and consensual kink abound. Inspired by Attachment by Samnit on AO3 and all of Stormcallart's amazing art of All Might, especially all the steamy villain ones! Art credit goes to her. Please check both out when you're done reading! This chapter goes as follows: smut, angst, angst, smut, tiny bit o' fluff. LilithTheReader on tiktok if you want to see my fanfic-writing-related content, feel free to add me there! Thank you to HoneyPeach for volunteering as my beta-reading tribute! ]
Yagi positioned his work desk chair to sit directly in front of the threshold of the bathroom, lighting a cigarette and leaning back into it while watching her silhouette move behind the fogged glass panes that enclosed the tall standing rain shower. There was no door to the bathroom since he lived alone; the moment she tipsily peered inside she muttered something along the lines of "I'm in the wrong line of work," and "don't watch me undress," but she never said anything indicating he couldn't watch her shower. She'd learn to be more explicit when asking him to make a promise, but for now he'd take advantage of the loophole she left.
He took a long drag of his cigarette, the panties she had stripped off while he promised to 'not watch her undress' hanging from his ring and pinky finger. Yagi silently wondered if she had ever noticed him stealing souvenirs here and there in his visits to her room, but since the question had never come up he suspected not. It'd join the others, he thought to himself while staring at the shape of her rinsing her hair, hearing her contented sigh as her face was upturned into the falling drops of water.
He had a clean, massive towel folded and draped across his lap, positively certain that there wasn't another one to be had in the bathroom. She'd have to come out to him if she wanted it.
She carefully swung open the tall glass shower door as if afraid it would shatter - everything about this bathroom was unexpectedly lavish and expensive-looking, like something out of a luxury hotel but custom-built for someone over 7 feet tall. She'd consider becoming a villain if it meant she could get a bathroom like this, she thought to herself all over again as she gazed around looking for the towel she saw hanging before she got in... But it was gone.
Through the tendrils of steam pouring out the bathroom's door-less doorframe, she finally spotted him, a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Yagi's belt and trousers were undone, his boxers pulled down and waistband tucked under his heavy bollocks, his impossibly thick and long length jutting out from his lap proudly. His left hand was curled around her pale blue panties atop the towel folded across his thighs, his right hand slowly and methodically stroking himself, Yagi not even pausing when her gaze met his lascivious stare.
He had a wicked grin affixed to his face, his left hand taking his cigarette from his lips while he licked at one of his pronounced canines suggestively, holding her gaze and looking utterly deplorable.
He expected her to shy away, cover herself up, scream or yell. What he did not expect, though, was the smug smile she gave or the way her hand reached up to trace her lower lip thoughtfully with her index finger, assessing him appraisingly. Being tipsy emboldened her. "Smoking with just one lung, huh?" She teased and brought both her hands up to her wet hair, mussing it with her fingertips across her scalp and roots to give the long wrung-out strands some volume while it'd air-dry, acting casually despite her nakedness.
"Only when I drink," his eyes raked down as he took another drag out of spite. Her nipples were pebbling in the cool air of his loft, her breasts pert and perfect. Her smooth skin was covered in beads of water and he wanted nothing more than to wick away every single one with his tongue just to see how long she could keep up this bratty act of hers.
She looked down to search the bathroom floor, finding he had removed all of her clothes so she couldn't even slip her old shirt back on. Another cursory glance told her that her duffle bag was missing from the bed. Her eyes slid back to the towel on his lap, clearly meant to be her only reprieve, her lips curving into another teasing smile. "Is that for me or is that to clean up your mess when you're done playing with yourself?"
He flicked the ash from his cigarette so it fell onto the sealed cement floor next to a spent butt. "It's for you - if you'll clean up my mess with that mouth, princess," his voice was rough, the motions of his hands quickening as his gaze devoured her exquisitely endowed chest. Yagi's foot nudged a pillow at his feet, looking back up to her face expectantly.
She rolled her eyes at the gesture - clearly a pillow for the knees of his 'pillow princess' to break her streak of being the only one getting pleased thus far.
She couldn't defy the urge to stare at his throbbing cock for long, eyes darting back to sweep up and down his immense size and trying to determine just how much of it she could take if accepting the offer. Nothing she had ever seen or tasted before came even close; it'd be a daunting task but she found herself determined, spurred on by a combination of her successful healing session, the contents of a few shot glasses, and the undeniable pride she felt when he looked at her as if she were beauty and lust incarnate.
"Towel first, then we'll talk," she tried to sound as if she was undecided, but her traitorous tongue darted out to wet her lips, betraying the way she craved him.
He leaned to the side to put his cigarette out on the floor and tuck her panties into his pocket before extending the towel out to her with his left hand, only entertaining the request because she was eyeing him indulgently, her tongue telling him all he needed to know. She left small wet footprints on the cement when she stepped forward and grabbed the towel, unfurling it and pressing it to her front so it hid her torso and thighs from view, enticing him to growl.
He was still pumping his hand up and down his member while she looked on unabashedly, his growl spurring her to grin. "What did you expect me to do with the towel, asshole?" Her voice was goading as she met his eyes again; she was in an especially impish mood and wanted to push her luck with him and his patience.
"Keep talking like that and I'll tear it into shreds to tie you up with," he snarled back, the expression strange and thrilling to see on Yagi's face.
But it was her turn to build up the anticipation, she decided, and she turned on her heel to stride to one of his two free-standing closets. "I'd love to see you try," she practically purred the words at him over her shoulder, pleased to see his eyes were tracking the sway of her ass as she walked.
That infuriating, infernal, excruciatingly beautiful *brat.* He took in a ragged breath and slowed the ministrations of his hand, ready to jump out of his chair and drag her back if she showed any inclination of staying away. But she merely plucked a button-down shirt from one of the hangers and pulled it on, towel-drying her hair as she strode back over with the shirt left unfastened and open, hiding far less than the towel had.
He grunted in approval when she dropped to her knees in front of him, his cock twitching in his hand at the very sight of her so eager and ready to please him.
The towel was set aside and immediately forgotten as she leaned in, her tongue lolled out wide and flat so she could drag it across the tip, lapping away the white glistening beads of precum and looking up at him through her long lashes.
He hissed an inhale through his gritted teeth, pleasure coursing through him from the mere contact of her wet soft pink tongue, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. His left hand reached out to fist the back of her damp hair, holding onto her drying tresses and urging her forward. Any reluctance he had about seeking pleasure in this form was gone in an instant, captivated by the heated gaze she gave him as her tongue went in for another lick, coating the crown of his cock with saliva.
The hand stroking himself pulled away to be replaced by hers, his massive length looking all-the-more impressive in her small delicate hand. She seemed to have the same line of thought, a devious smile taking over her lips before she angled her head and leaned down, starting a long languid sweep of her tongue at the very base of his cock, her hot silken appendage gliding up effortlessly while her free hand gently palmed his bollocks. "You can take it, princess," he murmured, his voice filled with dire need.
She traced the ridge of his head with the tip of her tongue firmly before drawing it into her mouth, the sensation making him rasp in an uneven breath, her tongue continuously flicking and rolling along the underside of his cock as she lowered her full lips upon him, his thick girth stretching them pleasantly. Her hand wrapped around him began pumping every inch she couldn't take, moving in time with her head bobbing, her pliant mouth drinking him in deeper and deeper while her tongue explored eagerly.
Her willing little throat was wrapped tightly around him, convulsing every time she swallowed to purposefully constrict it, every bit of her molding against his throbbing cock like she was made to please him. She could only feasibly take in more than half his length even while it was slick with saliva, but that was plenty enough for him if his groaning was anything to go by. Yagi's shoulders rose and fell with the exertion required to not start bucking into her mouth, eyes wild and fixed upon her, completely engrossed.
"You feel so good, my little pet," he ground out, the hand in her hair tightening and rolling her head just slightly every time she came up or bore back down onto his tip, his bollocks twitching in her palm with the divine feeling of her hungry mouth while she gently squeezed them. His pleasure was wheeling, jolting up his spine, her determined suckling and tonguing driving him over the edge. She could feel his body stiffening, hear the moan he tried to stifle, his nearness to erupting making her work him over with desperate fervor.
When he finally spilled his molten seed into her with a loud groan, her throat and hand tightened around him, milking his cock effortlessly as he poured into her. He watched her beneath half-lidded eyes clouded by pleasure, savoring the way she greedily drank him down as if starving for it, her lashes fluttering closed as she went. He waited until every last drop was drained, grunting and panting the whole way through, his sounds urging her on until he was on the verge of overstimulation.
"Such a good girl," he pulled her off his cock by her hair, his other hand cupping her jaw and brushing his thumb over her cheek affectionately, unable to conceal his infatuation with her. She was blushing so prettily up at him, her tongue peeking out to lick away any of his spent pleasure left on her lips, an arrogant and almost haughty expression on her face - not a trace of modesty in her. She looked so insolent it'd warrant punishment if her self-satisfaction wasn't so well-deserved.
"I swear to god, if I don't fuck you tomorrow, I will break you. Do you understand me?" His words were sinister and full of promise. He wanted to take what was his, ruin her, make her his own. His hands were suddenly on her torso, dragging her into his lap so she straddled him as if she were weightless, his nails scraping down her back through her burrowed shirt, his mouth kissing and sucking its way up the column of her neck. "I cannot be held accountable for the things I will do if I can't bury myself in you," he said as a heated whisper between the movements of his lips.
She let out a delighted whimper as he razed her neck and shoulder, most certainly leaving behind a bruise or two, her hands ascending and fingers curling into his unruly hair. "No healing them," he warned with a growl into her ear, wanting them to stay visible for her coworkers to see come morning. His hands snaked down and firmly grasped her thighs just below the ample curve of her rear, hoisting her up effortlessly as he stood from the chair, making her gasp unexpectedly - he was stronger than he looked in this form, but perhaps that was always the case. He took her over to the bed just to unceremoniously drop her onto it, his eyes gleaming wickedly.
Yagi kicked his trousers off and began unbuttoning his shirt while he looked on, savoring the sight of her exquisite breasts peeking out from behind the borrowed shirt that she wore. Prior to her healing sessions, Yagi never would have even considered undressing in front of a woman in this state. But seeing himself lithe and lean after her work reinforced his cockiness usually reserved for when he stood before her as All Might.
She was laid out before him, pressing her thighs together and shifting them, desperate for any discreet friction she could have without giving him the satisfaction of seeing her touch herself. Part of her was afraid he would expect her to fall asleep with no reprieve from the desire that had built up in her.
But an intrusive thought entered her mind, remembering through her tipsy lustful haze how she had promised herself she would not stay the night, would not get so entangled in this game of his. He was determinedly 'unattached' as he had put it, the memory making her eyes flit past him to look at the stairs that would lead down into the loft and out the door but not saying a word.
His gaze followed her light of sight, making his lip curl into a soundless snarl as if he had parsed out her intent to leave from a mere glance. "Don't make me chase you, sweetheart" he breathed out, every word dripping with malice, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the thought. Whether it'd be as All Might or as Yagi, he would drag her back, or he would hold her down and fuck her in the middle of the street - he wasn't sure which appealed to him more.
"I shouldn't stay," she slowly sat up, pulling his dress shirt closed around herself and searching his face for any sign he might pounce on her before she moved again.
"Spread your fucking legs," he hissed in a rough whisper before his eyes darted down to her thighs, his right hand journeying to his mouth so he could wet his index and middle finger with his tongue until they were slick. He was racked with the urgent and overwhelming need to remind her what rewards awaited her for simply complying with his demands. She couldn't leave him, no, not yet, he thought to himself as he stalked to the edge of the bed. He had to convince her that she wanted his touch, needed it.
Her eyes went wide as he climbed onto the mattress until he was looming over her, a dangerous grin taking hold of his lips, looking unhinged. But her legs were already falling apart for him, her resolve to go home withering under his hungry gaze as he stared at the apex of her thighs with blatant greed, succumbing to his will without a fight.
His left hand gripped her thigh a little too hard and sharply forced it aside, holding it firmly in place so he could see the small patch of hair above her slit, her bare sex exposed to him. He delved into it with his middle finger and took a few long moments to admire how wet she already was for him, his index finger shifting to prod at her entrance to see how receptive her body would be to taking two.
She was already whimpering and squirming beneath him when he plunged the second finger in, his thumb immediately finding her clit and stroking it in tandem with the way his fingers curled and pumped into her. Yagi leaned down to latch onto one of her pebbled nipples with his mouth, mercilessly flicking his tongue over it and gazing up at her, keen to watch her come.
Her head was tipped back into the bed linens, eyes closed tightly, already panting and trying to meet his hand by raising her hips off the mattress. Yagi grazed his teeth along her nipple before releasing it, making her flinch and gasp until he captured her other aching peak into his mouth to torture with his tongue. His fingers were pushing and gliding across the sweet spot within her, stoking the fire in the pit of her core with every stroke until it was nearly roaring, his thumb circling her sensitive bud to keep pace.
He could feel her pleasure staggering and soaring, so close to finding her release, her muscles clenching and pulling so tightly upon his fingers as she unraveled, her body shouting for relief. Yagi increased the unrelenting pace he licked and stroked her until her hips were bucking and she was a moaning, mewling mess, her core convulsing around his fingers in rapid bursts while her perfect little body trembled beneath him.
She was trying to catch her breath and settle her quivering thighs when he moved down, ignoring the protest of her wriggling hips as he smothered himself in between her thighs, wanting to conquer her with his mouth. His tongue moved against her with frenzied intensity, lapping up every trace of her, drinking her from the inside out while his lips kissed and suckled. Yagi was greedy, hungry, yearning for her, his tongue ruthless. He swept it over and around her clit in alternating movements again and again until her body submitted to his wishes once more, rapidly building up to another tremor of pleasure. She could only get out breathy moans and whimpers, unable to form words the closer she got.
He had committed every sound she made to memory, knowing precisely what she needed whilst his mouth devoutly worshiped at the altar of her hips to ensure she found rapture. Surges of pleasure started rippling through her as she cried out yet again, her hands finding his hair and trying to grind herself against his unyielding mouth. It came down in a crashing wave this time, so overstimulated that she saw a sea of stars behind her eyes with this release, her thighs involuntarily closing around the sides of his head, unable to control how they twitched and tightened.
Even then, he wasn't quite done. He nudged himself down further again, burying his tongue into her to collect every drop of her spent pleasure, wicking away every bit he could.
He was ready to pull away when she attempted to push his face from her thighs, making him grin. "Trying to push me away? Let me remind you: You don't have any say in this," His petty streak kicked in, using both his hands to flip her onto her stomach.
She tried to scramble away, grabbing a pillow in the process, but he dragged her back by her thighs, sliding his palms up them and using his thumbs to keep her cheeks apart. "No, no, please," she whimpered, gazing back at him from over her shoulder with bright red cheeks, but she also made no move to tap out - both of them knew he'd only stop if she did so.
"You can take it," he said reprehensibly, just as he did when she had her mouth on him, his hot breath spilling across her rear before he leaned in. His full tongue swept into her, starting at the slit between her thighs so he could lick from one end of her crease all the way to the other in one long, devastating stroke of his tongue that ended with a wicked sweep of his across her puckered hole.
She would have thrashed away if it were not for his firm grip upon her; he just held her there and stared with his black eyes, silently mocking her as he did it over and over and over in a frenzy she did not understand. The hopeless way she continuously keened and begged 'no' made him chuckle darkly, the movement vibrating his slick tongue against her where it felt most foreign and thrilling.
She was a gasping and writhing wreck when he finally decided to stop, his body rolling off of hers but his eyes trained on her prone form, looking her over, still enthralled. He wanted this and more every night, every morning, seeing her laid out on his bed in his clothes and panting with the exertion of pleasure. He couldn't help staring, couldn't help the longing look he gave her, not knowing what to make of the tightening feeling in his chest. It was easier to pretend it was just a game as All Might, but as Yagi...she was unwittingly sinking her nails into his heart every time she gave into him or challenged him, like she could do no wrong.
She buried her face into the pillow to hide her bright red cheeks as he stared at her, one hand reaching down to tug the hem of the dress shirt, covering her rear. She was feeling utterly exposed and ravaged. "Yagi, you're a pervert," she exhaustedly murmured, her words muffled by the pillow.
He huffed a sound of amusement at her, then furrowed his brows, still unable to tear his eyes away from her. "I'm going to ruin you. I'll never give you back," he groaned to himself, palming his face with one of his hands. How was he going to keep away from her after she finished fully healing him? Was it possible?
She turned her head to look at him questioningly, but her lashes were fluttering sleepily, arms curling around the pillow she had inadvertently grabbed earlier, her perfect and soft body in the very center of his absurdly large bed.
The tightening in his chest worsened, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her on the verge of sleep despite the depraved way he had just used her, made her beg, made her flush with embarrassment. How...How was she at ease enough to just close her eyes?
Yagi had to resist every urge to draw her against him. He hurriedly decided holding her like that would make him soft and weak, so an imaginary perimeter of space between them was required. He wouldn't admit he watched her drift off to sleep, he would never confess that he gingerly drew the comforter over her once she was dozing, he would deny that he didn't dare move her even if it meant he was sleeping at the very edge of his mattress to keep his distance.
When she woke up to the sound of her phone alarm that morning, there was a brief moment before her eyes opened that she was certain a villain waking her in her bedroom the night before yesterday was just an incredibly vivid, kinky dream. But the high black industrial ceiling of his loft that met her gaze as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes assured her that no, this was all still very real.
Her phone was next to her in the massive bed along with the duffel bag full of clothes he razed from her bedroom, but there was no sign of Yagi or All Might, so she got ready for work in silence, ate cold leftover yakitori for breakfast, and left for work far earlier than required.
All of that brought her to her current predicament of enduring Makoto's silent treatment and sullen stares. She had no idea how many schedules he had to swap around or favors he had to burn through to trade office shifts, but it certainly wasn't a coincidence. She used the quiet time to cancel her vacation plans and make excuses, and to send vague, uninteresting text replies to her coworkers asking about Hina's photo, patiently waiting for him to get flustered and be the first to speak.
The fact she was completely comfortable in his tense, irritable quiet just seemed to drive him further and further up the wall, clearly expecting her to apologize to him. An apology she did not owe, because his expectations were entirely one-sided.
They had dated years ago at university in the States, and she had no interest in starting that back up again despite them both ending up in the same Support medical residency program at UA. He was a good friend now, so long as there wasn't another man around he could feel threatened by - he acted like he somehow had 'dibs.'
Makoto was still glaring at her from the other side of the office between their appointments by mid-day, prompting her to message All Might's number - programmed in as 'Yagi' in her phone by the man himself sometime during the night - to avoid having their paths cross. She had the sneaking suspicion he was going to surprise her at the end of her shift again. 'I'll meet you at your place after work.' She kept it short and simple.
'No' was an immediate buzzing response back. She stared down at her phone, tutting to herself in annoyance. 'Please?' she replied, hoping it'd stroke his ego just enough to change his mind.
"You should be working instead of sexting," Makoto finally snapped from the rear lab counter - thankfully the office was completely devoid of patients.
"I finished my charts thirty minutes ago, Mako-chan," she made her voice sound especially cheerful, using his nickname from when they were together just to give him whiplash when he turned sharply to face her in bewilderment.
He was met with her dead-pan face watching him boredly, making him fume. "I can't believe you!"
"They're right there," she gestured to a pile of charts with her chin, knowing full well that was not what he was referring to.
"You've been telling me for *years* you don't want a serious relationship," he rounded on her as she stood beside the front desk.
"I'm not in one," she shrugged, "And if I was, I don't see why you wouldn't be happy for me."
"A random hook-up doesn't pick his date up from work! And why haven't you healed your hickey? Are you *trying* to piss me off?" He was eyeing the small bruise on her neck, making her thankful the collar of her scrubs covered up the rest.
"I didn't predict you'd weasel your way into a shift here to interrogate me, so no," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb, closing her eyes.
"Well, it looks unprofessional!" He was nearly shouting but it wasn't alarming to her, not even opening her eyes... until she felt his fingertip graze her neck.
Makoto's healing powers were more superficial, great for scar work, blemishes, and bruises - he had taken the liberty to erase it himself.
He paled under her withering glare. She did not care about the act of removing it but more about the fact he did it out of spite, and the implication that he could alter her without her permission because it suited *him.* But rather than yell, she took a deep calming breath, turning on her heel to walk to the lab counter at the rear of the office just to escape his proximity.
Makoto grabbed the shirt hem of her scrubs to stop her before she got more than a few steps away, fixing her with a renewed glare, "Are you not wearing underwear?"
"Why the fuck are you looking?" She slapped his hand from her shirt, glaring right back at him.
"You have no panty-line!" He gestured at her rear.
Her phone began buzzing in her hand - All Might had found the worst moment to call, prompting her to decline it. A text preview buzzed through the next moment: 'Why is he pointing at your ass?'
She stared down at the screen, paling, letting out a breathless nervous laugh. Oh no. No no no.
"Are you fucking ignoring me?" Makoto grabbed her wrist holding her phone, searching her face to understand her new expression.
Buzz. 'Why was he grabbing your shirt?' Buzz. 'Why is he TOUCHING you?'
Makoto's hand released her the moment he read the messages flashing onto her screen, stalking over to the front windows. He could see a tall, hulking blonde man in casual business attire sitting at a cafe table across the street and immediately got to work closing all the blinds. "Is he stalking you or some shit?" he sounded pissed rather than concerned, like it was merely contention with marking his territory, threatening his ability to win her over.
"We're meeting for lunch across the street," she effortlessly lied as another call started coming in. "But I think I'm going to be leaving early instead," she declined it again, ignoring how the hair on the back of her neck was standing up now.
"Why should I cover for you?" Makoto was peering through the blinds - the man had already disappeared from the table but was nowhere in sight.
"Because you owe me," she snatched her purse from the coat rack it hung from and made straight for the front door.
Makoto turned to face her, pouting childishly. He didn't even notice the arrival of an immense silhouette blotting out the glow of the sun against the blinds, the two larger-than-life hands that pressed flat against the very top of the tall glass window. The shadow leaned forward, or the head stooping down to be at eye-level with the slits of the blinds Makoto still had lifted away in his hand. Cold black eyes appeared in the gap, piercing blue irises fixed to the back of Makoto's head.
Correction: He didn't notice...*at first.*
Makoto looked like his heart was about to fall out of his ass when he turned to glance back out the window and found himself staring directly into those eyes instead.
She didn't stick around to hear his next string of curses, throwing the door open and slamming it behind herself. Makoto was definitely listening in. "Sorry I'm late for lunch," she said tightly, the strain in her voice making him turn his head to look at her.
He looked a little different, more reminiscent of the masked man she saw in news reports sometimes - his body a little more puffed up as if every inch of him was flexing, the back of his hair somehow shorter and tidy, his bangs sticking up sharply instead of framing his features.
Fear must have flashed on her face, because in the next moment it was like he was subtly deflating, his brows furrowing as he pretended to flatten and muss his hair into shape as it seemed to grow almost imperceptibly, his bangs now long and falling to either side of his face.
"Want me to tell that motherfucker he's got my attention, sweetheart?" All Might asked loud enough that she was certain Makoto had heard through the glass.
"You sound awfully concerned for someone 'unattached,' Yagi," she hissed through gritted teeth, but suspected it was still audible from inside. "You're acting no better than him. I'm not beholden to either of you. I'm not a *possession* to be possessive over!" She stalked off, leaving him standing in front of the shuttered windows, dumbfounded and staring after her.
She was intent on not making eye contact as she hurriedly walked in front of him, heading in the direction of his loft. All Might had given up on walking side by side with her, seeing the way it made her body tense, and settled for keeping in step behind her. But the longer she went ignoring him, the more his irritation rose. Even if she wouldn't deign to acknowledge his presence in her anger, many concerned passerbys did. He imagined he looked menacing, glaring down at the top of her head as he prowled behind her, looking increasingly unhinged the longer they went without speaking.
By the time they reached his loft door, his chest was heaving, shoulders rising and falling with the effort it took to not grab her and *make* her talk to him. The seconds stretched on as they came to a stalemate - he would not unlock the door and she would not give in to ask him to, their silence interrupted only by his labored breathing. Oh, he was going to fucking wreck her for this later.
She kicked the metal door and swore when her foot made contact with it. "Are you waiting for a fucking invitation into your own house?"
"Look at me," he whispered, so quiet and sinister it made a shiver run up her spine, his body so close to hers she could feel the angry heat rolling off of him.
She took a deep breath, irritated with herself almost as much as she was with him. Just...she didn't know how to begin this conversation, or how to end this game of his. When she turned to face him, her expression was haughty, eyes narrowed and boring into his with furious intensity.
*Oh,* he felt like all of the air had left his lone lung - She looked positively exquisite this way, haughty and mad. His eyes roamed her face, the enraged tension leaving his body despite her obvious intention to argue with him, to challenge him. He found himself staring at her lips longingly, hungry, the ardor behind his gaze making her get flustered.
THIS, this is exactly what was driving her insane. He insisted this all meant nothing, but then he'd look at her the way he's looking at her now, or the way he looked at her last night. A one night stand or a fling was easy, comfortable territory for her. But those didn't come with wistful kisses, jealous outbursts, or languishing, ardent looks.
"What is this to you?" her question was laced with an emotion he couldn't place. He reluctantly tore his gaze from her mouth to look into her eyes. "What do you want from me?" she stared back, her eyes burning almost as fiercely as her cheeks.
"You know what I want from you," his voice was a gruff whisper, reaching up and taking her chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting her head up so he could better admire the contemptuous look she was giving him. His answer made her lips press together with growing ire, her brows knitting together.
"You want me to warm your bed while I heal your wound? And that's it? That's all?" she said while his thumb reached up to graze her lower lip, running across it slowly, pulling it down, wanting to put his tongue in her mewling mouth. She tried to pull her head back unsuccessfully, his eyes flashing dangerously, he wasn't done playing with her lips.
"Yes, kitten," he growled out, stalking forward until she was backed against the door, pressed in between it and his chest and gazing up at him. All Might felt the conversation was over, leaning down and crushing his lips into hers, his hand slipping to her hair to angle her head until her mouth yielded to him. His full tongue swept into her mouth, invading it, finding her tongue willing and ready to entangle with his, tasting the moan on her lips. He deepened the kiss, so obviously full of longing, his other hand coming up to tenderly cup her jaw, his thumb brushing over her cheek affectionately, until she bit his tongue without warning, making him draw back with an angry rumble.
"Then why do you caress me like that, why do you kiss me like that? Why do you care if Makoto touches me? Why do you...why do you look at me the way you do?" His kiss had made her breathless, but not from exertion. She wanted to be kissed like that, wanted *him* to kiss her like that. "You can't make up your mind. Hot then cold, uncaring then...affectionate? I can't keep up with this constant back and forth." The fact her fear of him was steadily diminishing didn't help matters. She was becoming more and more confident he wouldn't *truly* hurt her, not intentionally at least. But now he suddenly had the capacity to devastate her emotionally, and she was more afraid of that than she was of the villain himself.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he was dismissive, not addressing a single sentiment, releasing her from his grasp and busying himself with unlocking the front door. He couldn't stop his mind from racing, his feelings for her conflicted. No no, there were no feelings for her - just lust, unfulfilled lust. And he'd get his fill tonight.
He stepped through the threshold, dragging his hand through his hair frustratedly and pacing in his kitchen. She was driving him insane, bringing out the worst, weakest parts of him. He just needed to get her out of his system, just needed to finally fuck her, to see if this maddness abates. He could stop following her, right? Let her go home after he uses her healing quirk and her mewling quim? It wasn't as impossible as it felt. All Might heard the muted click of a door closing, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts.
She wasn't in the loft. She wasn't outside the door on the landing. She wasn't in the stairwell. She *left.* He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Did he not tell her that he could not be held accountable for the things he did today if he couldn't fuck her?
So, she wanted a chase, did she? A manic grin was slowly spreading across his lips. He'd be generous and give her a head start. But then he'd hunt her down like his prey.
She could mend wounds but she couldn't fix a person; he'd need to figure out his feelings on his own. She had zero interest in holding someone's hand through that. If she crossed that threshold, she'd wind up in his bed and complicate her own resolve further.
It felt childish to leave without a word, but words with him were already going nowhere. And what did she expect, anyways? A villain to admit he has feelings for her? Laughable. And what then? Exclusivity? He wasn't relationship-material, and not just because of his chosen career path. He was more like... sneaking-around-material, hide-from-your-parents-material.
She mussed up her own hair in frustration, ducking into an alley once she felt she was enough blocks away, quietly closing the unlocked wrought iron gate that separated it from the side street she was on before following the first few twists and turns into a dead-end that'd keep her out of sight from passerbys.
If he wanted to be healed, it'd have to be business-only going forward. How many times had she told herself that now? Maybe they could find a vacant store or warehouse to do sessions in - any place without a bed or couch. And she could move to the UA medical staffing quarters, maybe ask for a room with no windows? She groaned, doubting that existed.
If he was going to come running after her, he would've already caught up by now, she thought to herself as she pulled out her phone. No missed texts or calls either, at least not from him. Was she relieved or disappointed? She worried her lower lip in thought and started pulling up a ride-hailing app, wondering if she'd alarm her grandmother by asking to stay with her for the night. All Might surely wouldn't try breaking into Recovery Girl's home, right?
The soft clinking of twisting metal made her look up from her phone, realizing the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. She couldn't tell if she heard or felt his footsteps first: each was a rumbling tremor she swore reverberated through the cement of the buildings, which suddenly felt as though they were closing in around her. All Might took his sweet time rounding the corner, purposefully building up her fear and anticipation; the fact she knew it was intentional didn't make her any less afraid. "I see you," he practically sang the words before he came into view, his voice sinister and full of malevolence.
He was somehow bigger, taller, wider than she ever remembered him being, his entire body vibrating with tension as if every muscle was rigid, flexed, and ready to pounce. His bangs stood on end, his face partially obscured by the mask she had broken the night he woke her. His grin was feral, teeth flashing, his pointed canines looking almost like fangs.
He had changed just to scare her, she realized while trying to laugh humorlessly...but all that came out was a panicked, choked sound because every ounce of air had somehow vacated her lungs. She couldn't draw in enough oxygen, feeling like the edges of her vision were becoming blurred as he continued to slowly stalk forward, step by step.
Each footfall sounded like they'd shatter the pavement if he put anymore force behind them, the cement somehow *groaning* under his combat boots, threatening to give way. She was standing in his shadow by now, his spiked shoulder pads glinting in the last tendrils of sunlight, his immense form towering over her. "You didn't think it'd be that easy to get away from me, did you, sweetheart?"
When did she end up backed against the brick wall? He was pressing his palms flat against it far over her head, looking straight down at her as he leaned in, looming. She had the primal urge to flee, to duck out from under him, but her legs would not budge. She was breathing so rapidly she might as well have been panting, looking up at him with wide eyes, her brain unable to form coherent thoughts or words.
"I told you. I told you I'd break you if you don't give me what's mine." His tongue peeked out, swiping at his own fang, his shadowed eyes burning with fury from behind his mask.
What...what did she take, something that belonged to him? Her mind was working too slowly, seconds ticking by before realizing he was talking about her. About fucking her. "No, it's - there's no..." why the fuck wouldn't her mouth work "We're not - I'm done," she rasped out finally, her cheeks starting to warm under his heated glare.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he pressed in closer, his chest directly in front of her face. She glanced down at it, his hard planes of muscle perfectly encased in his utilitarian skin-tight black turtleneck, one strap of his harness nearly at eye-level. "I won't be done until you're full of me, dripping me down your thighs," he breathed out the words reverently like it was a prayer.
Even with her mind working at half speed with fear, she wanted that, wanted him, and she hated it. "I'm not going back with you," her voice was so small despite the words feeling so brave.
"That's right, because you're staying right here," he knocked her things from her grasp while taking hold of her wrists, easily keeping both between the thumb and index finger of his left hand, and spun her so she faced the wall. Her hands were pinned just above her against the brick, his right hand running up and down her side, petting, coaxing. "Be a good girl," he murmured from above her as she tried to twist away, catching glimpses of him from around her arm to see the hungry way he looked her over.
His harsh caresses moved more and more towards her front with every stroke until his thumb caught the waistband of her pants to yank them down. All Might was pleased to see she wasn't wearing panties - he had made sure she had none available, after all - and his calloused fingers began grazing her hips, thighs, pelvis, stomach, anywhere and everywhere that wasn't already aching for his touch.
She could feel a roiling heat spread across her hips and stomach in the wake of his teasing touch, his fingertips diving closer and closer to the small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, every so often brushing at the curls just so he could hear her gasp and watch her hips rise with need.
The moment his hand finally cupped her sex she pressed her forearms into the brick, leaning her upper body into them and arching her back like a cat in heat, standing on the balls of her feet with her full weight on the wall so her perfectly rounded ass was display for him. He grunted in approval, his gaze devouring her while his impeccably long fingers delved into her folds to test her wetness, making her whimper and mewl for more.
He grinned at her needy sounds, rewarding her willingness with a single finger plunging into her depths, finding her tight but slick and ready for him. "Tell me to stop," he curled his finger in and began pumping, grinding the heel of his palm against her clit roughly.
"Stop, please, please," she gasped out a little too loud and began to roll her hips into the friction of his hand, tipping herself forward against the wall even more so her chest pressed into it.
He released her wrists but her arms stayed in place, finding herself positioned too sublimely to risk losing any of the pressure he delivered to her clit, blissfully lost in the way his finger razed the bundle of nerves inside of her in tandem. All Might could feel her pleasure rising based on the way her muscles tightened and pulled on his finger, needing to just push her a little further to get her to the finish line. Her eyes had begun to flutter shut, delighted moans escaping her parted lips, until his hand slid over her mouth to muffle her cries.
"My good girl is being so loud for me," he purred, his breath suddenly hot against her ear, "But I don't want any interruptions." He slid a second finger into her as he spoke, shifting his hand so his thumb could circle her clit as his fingers pumped and stroked inside of her.
She rose onto the tips of her toes the moment his second finger joined the first, her renewed moans and whimpers muffled by his hand. All Might pressed himself closer to her in response so his hips and the hard ridge of his length were flush with her ass, giving her support to lean back into while he grinded against her.
The grasp of his fingers dug into her cheeks just enough to be firm as he shifted his hand, the calloused tip of one pressing into her lips until they yielded to grant entry into her mouth. At first she bit down on it making him chuckle, the sound labored with his desire but amused, making her realize it was useless to resist. "Suck," he ordered, his voice so dark and gritty that the sound alone made her want to pant. She reluctantly obeyed, closing her lips around his second knuckle and suckling on the digit, her smooth wet tongue undulating beneath it. His cock twitched against her rear in response, a low groan escaping his lips.
All Might rewarded her with his thumb quickening, rolling ruthlessly around her sensitive bud until he felt her body stiffen, knowing she was finally falling over the edge. He found himself withdrawing his digit from her mouth much sooner than he would have liked, but the need to keep her quiet took priority. Her cunt twitched around his fingers with every surge of pleasure as she came, crying out into the palm of his hand with unbridled delight. He couldn't help leaning over her and watching her fluttering eyes and face screwing up with her release, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.
The feel of him tugging her pants further down brought her back into the moment from her orgasm's afterglow, opening her eyes and pushing herself up against the wall to watch him from over her shoulder. He let them pool around her ankles, his hand snaking around her waist and pulling her against his chest suddenly to kick the garment out from under her. As soon as she started to squirm in his grasp he spun her, pressing her back into the wall and putting his hand around her neck. He stooped down so their faces were inches apart, his eyes boring into hers with savage need, "If you say no, say stop, tell me you hate me...even if you scream or cry...I will keep fucking your pretty little hole until you say you're mine."
His words left her breathless, conflict bubbling in her chest, her expression quickly becoming haughty and contemptuous despite the prevalent blushing of her cheeks. But his lips were on hers before she could protest, his kiss rough and devouring, nipping and sucking at her lower lip until her lips parted enough to force his tongue inside. Her hands automatically began roaming up his chest, desperate to touch him, appreciating every jut of muscle until they slid past his shoulders to twine behind his neck.
All Might's right hand unfastened the mask obscuring his face, letting it clatter onto the floor before he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his cargo pants, moving them so they slung below his hips until his throbbing cock and heavy bollocks were freed. He then hoisted her up until her legs were folding around him, one hand holding her firmly in place while his other dragged the tip of his length up and down her folds, coating it with the wetness left behind from her release.
"Wait, no, please, " she whispered, glancing around the alley nervously before looking down between them and seeing his impossibly thick and massive cock, unable to help the small gasp that passed her lips at the sight. It was too much, more than she could take. But her expression and sound of surprise stroked his ego, letting an arrogant grin contort his lips as he nudged at her entrance.
"No, no, please," she whined uselessly as he breached into her, slowly sinking in with brutal control, her wonderfully tight hole slick and yielding, allowing him to press further in. She felt illicitly divine wrapped so taut around him, the sensation pulling a shuddering exhale from his lips as he groaned out in wretched pleasure.
For her, it was pain and pleasure singing together, a dull ache as she stretched around him. Her eyes fluttered shut with how utterly full she felt as he sunk to the hilt within her, a breathy little chorus of 'no's' being whispered the whole time he had eased in. "I know, baby, I know," he crooned sweetly, mockingly, in response to her soft pleas and subtle winces of discomfort with a conceited grin.
All Might covered her mouth with his greedily, swallowing all of her sweet aching sounds as he canted his hips, wanting more and more but already buried fully into her, needing to be sure there wasn't anywhere deeper for him to wreck and ruin. He kept one hand securely under her rear, angling her so her shoulders were pressed firmly into the wall, and moved his other between them. He was determined to feel her walls convulsing around him before he began thrusting, wanting her soaked and relaxed enough that he could buck into her with total depravity.
She involuntarily squirmed atop him as he began caressing her clit with his thumb, making him groan delectably into her mouth as she tightened around him. He had to break the kiss to give them both an opportunity to breathe, the sound of her strenuous panting stoking the fire in his belly, making him quicken the motions of his thumb upon her. "Stop, please, don't," the words were music to his ears, devoid of the one word that would truly make him stop. She was already so raw from her recent relief that the tension in her core immediately began building once more, soaring to new heights but not yet tipping over the peak.
"I could make you scream for me, squeal for me, if I wanted to. I could make you so loud every pathetic hero on patrol here would try to swoop in to save you," he whispered, his forehead pressed into hers and eyes trained on her face. She bit her lip, trying to contain the soft moan brimming from her mouth, shaking her head minutely and silently pleading. His answering laugh was harsh and merciless but he leaned in to capture her lips with his again, muffling her next cry as she approached release.
It was too much and not enough all at once, she wanted to feel his hips snapping against her, wanted to hear him falling apart inside of her. But he had run her nerves ragged, every end lighting up with sparks of pleasure until it felt electrifying and jolted through her core like lightning. She cried out in ecstasy against his lips while he deepened the kiss, longingly drinking in her sounds and breath like he was trying to drain life from her.
She felt an unfamiliar wet heat as her cunt twitched and writhed around him, making him involuntarily buck his hips and break the seal of their kiss with a strained groan. It took a moment for her to realize the warm wetness dripping into All Might's thick blonde curls at the base of his cock was not his spent pleasure but her own, making her cheeks burn fiercely - she had never come so hard to make such a mess before, and he hadn't even well and truly fucked her yet. "You're mine now," he breathed out the words, "Say that you're mine." She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, wordlessly refusing to say the words even when he emitted a low growl.
The aftershocks were fluttering ripples that moved in time with her pulse as she tried to catch her breath, her body nearly limp between him and the wall. But he had no interest in letting her enjoy the hazy afterglow of pleasure, instead shifting his arms so one curled around her hips and the other braced along her spine with his hand cradling the back of her head. His hips slowly drew back from hers then slammed back in without warning, leaving her choking for air and clawing at his back, crying out unexpectedly. All Might covered her mouth with his to cut off the sound, his full tongue sweeping into her mouth, insatiable for her.
Her mewling was consumed by his full lips as he continued barreling deep within her, her body already loving the ache that pleasantly burned, wordlessly begging for the relief that would inevitably follow. His hips slapped into the back of her thighs with tight and brutal control, plowing into her ceaselessly with urgent need, each stroke driving her further and further to the crest of another release. When his lips finally parted with hers, it still took several savage thrusts for the air to return to her lungs, taking in a searing gasping breath before his mouth dove back down to crush into hers.
All Might kept stealing glances to look down at the apex of her thighs between their heated kisses, entranced by the sight of his length sinking into her, wanting to burn the image into his head. The air was full of her needy whines and his grunts of effort every time he gave them time to breathe, his hips rolling and snapping into her a constant chorus of sound in the out-of-view dead-end alley. He angled himself so that the fat head of his cock struck the sweet spot inside of her relentlessly, making her body tremble and lurch with every impact until her cries became high, thin, and heady.
The pleasure was white-hot this time, tendrils in her core like licks of flame, starting out as flickering but now lighting up into her. The fire in the pit of her belly was roaring, heat burning fast and bright as her inner walls twitched and convulsed tightly around him once more. Her body writhing on him all over again while her cunt clenched and pulled upon him. He continued bucking into her pliant body as she came, the sensation of her amplifying the now-frantic need of his thrusting, finding himself so close to meeting her at the peak.
He pressed her whole back into bricks, his massive hands cupping her hips while she continued to weakly cling to his neck, his body flush with hers. "Such a good girl for me," he whispered wretchedly, "You're mine. I'll never give you back, I'll never let you leave." His movements became feral, frenzied, using her like a rag doll. He barely pulled out with each thrust, truly rutting her into the wall like an animal with sustained desperate bucking. All Might's eyes were fixed upon her face, the way her head tipped back and lips fell open with small aching cries, her long lashes fluttering as she savored every raw stroke. His only thoughts were to break her, mold her, make her his own and no one else's. When he abruptly stopped and groaned, pouring into her with heavy spurts of his hot seed. His whole body shuddered with wave after wave of divine pleasure, emptying himself into her, filling her until she could hold no more, rivets of his leavings spilling onto the cement below them.
He tipped forward, pressing his forehead into hers as they both panted, his eyes searching her face despite the impassive expression he carefully curated. She wouldn't say she belonged to him, but was that because he offered the phrase as a safeword? Because she hated being referred to as a possession? It couldn't be that she did not want him, not with the way she returned his fierce kisses, the way she moved against him when finding her completion, the sounds she made for him. "Tell me you're mine," he toed the line again, his eyes narrowed into a glare that did not match the insecure thoughts roiling in his mind. Her blushing look of surprise was expected, but not the way she averted her eyes or knit her brows together.
The question caught her off guard outside of the confines of the safeword he constructed. He wanted to stake some kind of claim over her without reciprocating - she'd be his but he wouldn't be hers, as if she were some inanimate object to wield when he wanted to bury his cock into something. Was he trying to antagonize her? Her expression shifted, a combination of hurt and frustration plain on her face when she shook her head no.
But she didn't push away, didn't try to leave, didn't ask him to let her go. He tilted his head down to where her face was turned, his exhale a shaking breath before he took her mouth with his own. Her own breath was stolen from her with his kiss, his tongue swarming her mouth, urgent and yearning against hers. He licked eagerly into her mouth, stroking against hers, desperate to coax any response out of her he could.
Eventually she found she couldn't resist, her tongue meeting his and entwining, prompting him to angle his head and deepen the kiss with the thrill of her becoming receptive. But soon his fervor turned into longing, his kisses becoming softer, slower, reverent.
She found herself back in his bed with Yagi's face buried in her hair by the end of the night, his arms curled around her waist and hot breath tickling her neck - he was not yet asleep but just as silent as he had been as All Might while jumping roof to roof with her re-dressed and clutched securely against his chest. But she was content with the quiet for now, using the time to sort through her conflicted feelings in her mind.
Yagi dragged in her scent and held in a low groan, savoring the feel of her soft perfect body pressed into his, telling himself this was just a simple indulgence.
[This author has a praise kink, so drop a comment! Haha. Tell me if there is something you particularly liked so I can try to give you more of your favorite bits next chapter! Big shout out to HoneyPeach for beta-reading for me (you still have no idea how flattered I am to have a beta reader, thanks for believing in me!)]