[Chapter 5! All of You is a Villain All Might x 3rd person F reader smutty fanfic. She has no name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. Stalker kink, praise kink, consensual kink, dub-con, and brat taming. Chapter flows as follows: Fluffy smut, angst, pining, plot, angst, and angsty smut. Enjoy the fluff before it gets snatched back! Don't forget this is meant to be a stalking mess + unhealthy relationship. They'll confess one day, but definitely not today. Art credit is Sunoichi on twitter. Ch 4 had a preview of 5, so if the first part sounds familiar that is why. Thanks to HoneyPeach for beta-reading!]
When her eyes finally meandered to the surface of the mirror, she saw him staring back at her through the reflection and grinning. "Do you like what you see?"
"That's like asking an artist if she loves her masterpiece," she let her gaze linger, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips until she saw his grin falter, afraid she somehow managed to piss him off with her joke.
His next breath was a shuddering inhale before he turned and prowled back to the bed, climbing up onto it wordlessly and stopping only when he was crouched above her on all fours. Yagi slipped a hand under the back of her head, his fingers entwining with her hair, an unexpected fierceness behind his blue eyes as he glared down at her.
She squirmed beneath him, her head rolling into his hand and eyes wide with surprise. "Did I say someth-" he cut her off with a slow kiss that made her eyes flutter shut, his tongue delving into her as she tried to speak, hand pulling her closer and angling her head so he could deepen it. Her hands immediately found his hair, tangling into it and urging him on, his unexpected passion both thrilling and tender.
He wouldn't let her eagerness quicken the way his mouth moved over hers, taking his time with long luxurious swipes of his tongue, each new kiss as deliberate and amorous as the last. Even when she moaned into his mouth he merely savored the sound and taste rather than hasten his movements, his other hand moving cup the column of her throat, his thumb reaching up to graze her jawline tenderly.
She was breathless but would rather prolong his gentle touches than take in more air. Each kiss was long and drinking, like he was trying to drain life from her, but sensual, sweet, and adoring in a way she had never experienced before. Her hands tried to drag him down, pull him on top of her, wanting to feel the weight of him over her to reassure herself this was real.
He broke the seal of their kiss to relent, settling onto her gingerly so he was pressed into her without crushing her, both of them nearly gasping for air. Yagi could see the questions forming in her mind, the things she wanted to ask on the precipice of her tongue, how she stopped herself out of fear he'd shut down or leave. He pressed his lips back into hers again rather than risk that chance, rather than acknowledge the nature of how his mouth moved against hers, loving and reverent.
She wanted this moment to stretch on forever, she wanted him to stay the night, to stay through the morning, to stay forever. He was always on the run. Did he not understand she didn't want him to let go? That he was the one she wanted to hold? "Don't go," she murmured against his mouth before returning his longing kiss. Her lips moved indulgently against his, starving for the ambrosian-like affection she had finally gotten a taste of, unwilling to give it up.
Her simple request carried so much meaning and hope that he was afraid if he allowed himself to respond he'd somehow manage to break her perfect heart. He caught her trembling breath with his mouth instead, head diving down and steadying her with a press of his lips, slowly coaxing another soft moan from her with his burning kisses. Her hands in his untidy blonde hair drew him down to deepen the kiss, Yagi grunting in approval when she sucked on his tongue, his lips chasing hers for more. The pace of his lips slowed and then stopped, pulling away with gentle nips and licking along her neck and shoulders as he removed her panties and worked her shirt up until the fabric was gathered just above her breasts. One of his hands caught her wrists to hold them above her head, lest she convince him to rush with the way she tugged and pulled and scratched at every part of him. He was determined to greedily take his time with her, savoring each moment.
His fingers tangled into hers as he held her hands in place, his other hand pressing the fat head of his cock at her entrance until it yielded to him, his mouth claiming hers and swallowing every sweet little aching sound she made as he eased in. She felt ineffable wrapped around him so tightly, every inch of her soft perfect curves worthy of worship and flush with his body, the sensation of both making him groan into her as her tongue slid against his.
Her legs wrapped around him once he was fully seated in her, her thighs a vise around his hips even as he canted them to begin his torturously slow thrusting, his body struggling with the restraint it took to prolong every stroke. He swallowed every sound of pleasure she gave him as the tension in her built, raising her hips to meet his, desperate for more. Their breaths never quite caught despite his languid pace, their lips hardly apart long enough to give themselves air, loath to not be connected in every possible way while he took her.
Yagi kept himself buried in her as she began to arch and shudder against him in her unexpectedly sudden release, grinding into her while still rooted inside. He let out a strangled sound as her tight cunt clamped down on him in quick succession, letting the grasping and clenching of her core drag his seed from him in thick streams. He pinned her body beneath him the whole time, rocking into her while they both found their release, rasping out "beautiful" as he took in the sight of her coming for him. He pressed desperate kisses to her lips as pleasure bubbled into emotion, adoration and desirous relief blending together when he finally collapsed upon her. He felt unconditionally devoted to her in that moment – she was intangibly lovely, her mere existence something he coveted, especially as a panting and quivering mess that he had brought to rapture.
Both were breathing heavily and eager to stay entangled, their chests sticky with sweat, heartbeats thundering against each other with his face buried in her hair to hide the pink tinge of his cheeks. When he finally rose back onto his knees for fear of crushing her, he found one of his hands moving to caress her face, thumb tracing the outline of her full lips while his other brought one of her hands to press against his chest where his heart was still pounding.
But Yagi saw the affection for him in her blushing expression, the hope, the understanding of what this was despite his best efforts – not just fucking her or using her, but…he withdrew and shut down, laying on the bed next to her and staring at the ceiling, one of his hands palming his face. This all because she joked he was a masterpiece that she loved? Even the barest, teasing implication sent him over the edge like that, as if he were starved for it. He shuttered his expression until it was unreadable, his gaze turning cold, throat flexing as he swallowed thickly.
It was like being given the world and having it snatched away again. The rejection stung. She didn't know why she expected anything different; he was exhausting but predictable. Her eyes flicked away, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." Her voice was even, tugging her shirt back down and avoiding looking in his direction now. He was an indecisive prick that didn't know what he wanted, and she was just a foolish woman accepting half-assed scraps of love from a man she barely knew. It was easier to be pissed than sad – this wasn't worth crying over.
He turned his head to stare at her, his eyes narrowed and lip curled into a soundless snarl. She could see the change in his demeanor within her peripheral vision but refused to acknowledge whatever inner conflict he was fighting right now to inspire the way his mouth twisted. She stretched and made a little aching sound, acting as if finding this situation boring and tedious to save face. When his only response to her was to continue staring, she decided to phrase it differently. "I think you should leave."
Yagi laughed cruelly and folded his arms under his head, tilting it back to look up at the ceiling once again, clearly having no intention to leave let alone move from this spot. "Did your feelings get hurt?" His tone was smug but he wasn't sure he truly wanted to know the answer, casting a sidelong glance back to her. A slight tremble in her lower lip made his chest ache, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the impassive look she affixed to her face.
Even the way he phrased things takes himself out of the equation, she thought to herself bitterly. He was unwilling to hold himself accountable for his share of actions that led them to this strange stalemate. The arrangement he proposed meant she had freedom, but it felt as though her heart was being held hostage... She reached for the nightstand closest to her and turned off the light, turning so her back faced him and keeping herself on the far edge of the bed. He wasn't going to leave? Then it was her turn to shut him out.
Even in her sleep she was somehow livid with him, squirming and whining and kicking him away every time he sought out her warmth and her touch, his slumbering conscience desperate to just be near her or put his arms around her. It woke him every time, leaving him to watch her curl into herself, pouting and furrowing her brow as she slept. She was clutching a wadded-up corner of her comforter in her arms rather than holding him, not once turning to face him, just as stubborn as she would have been awake.
He extinguished the impulse to rouse her and *force* her body to be flush against his. Only in the twilight of dawn did he manage to get close, murmuring 'please' against her ear, certain she was still asleep but seeing her face soften. He pulled her to him - he wanted this. He knew it now, and it was a wretched realization.
Yagi snuck a kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in while his lips pressed into her hair, his eyes closed. She was like sunshine, her rays trying to permeate his roiling storm clouds, warming him. How did he become so frigid, so numb, so cold? He forgot what it was like to feel this way, to feel anything at all. In the back of his mind, he worried it might all be stolen away from him, used against him.
The arm not coiled around her prone form grabbed her phone, taking a picture of them with it – she was somehow stunning even as she slept. His black-shrouded eyes and cold blue irises were peering out from above her head in the picture, his blonde bangs framing his face and unruly hair sticking up at all angles behind him. He texted the photo to himself then sent a message to an unknown number simply saying 'This one - Y,' deleting both from her device after. Her phone screen flickered and it restarted without his prompting, but he looked unsurprised and set it back down before easing himself out from under her.
He couldn't help but grin when she whined and took to cuddling the nearest pillow in his absence while she slept. Yagi pulled the blanket over her before sitting along the edge of the bed, watching her as he tried rationalizing what he felt last night. If life had gone differently, if he had been a hero rather than a villain, maybe this would have been feasible.
'Don't go.' He palmed his face, remembering how she said that to him days ago.
But if he stayed, he'd be acknowledging the weakest part of him, the part that never wanted to leave her side again. And he had to let that part of him die before it killed him.
When she stirred later in the morning and found that he was gone again, she merely sighed. That's fine. In hindsight, this is better for her, right? They weren't together – he made that clear with his proposal to let her see whomever she pleased, so long as she makes time for him. Maybe it was for the best to not get any closer to him, to stop whatever happened last night. This wasn't love, this was a fucked up friends-with-benefits scenario with a mysterious asshole. Running wild with their emotions was foolish; it'd only end up volatile. She'd never have a villain's love, so she could play his game until he grew tired of her.
Three days passed without hearing from or seeing Yagi, and when that evening rolled around she was pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with girls from work in all new outfits, grinning and passing out their first round of drinks on her tab. In the tangle of girls' arms grabbing their respective cocktails, one of her coworkers teased that she must pull in a lot of tall blondes while glancing pointedly behind them.
Last week, the implication would have filled her with dread. Now, though, she felt mild irritation at the idea of Yagi showing up unannounced despite the way she smiled into her drink as some of the girls giggled. "Describe him to me?" she asked, trying to be discreet, but nearly every one of them turned to look, making her shoulders shake with laughter.
She got a chorus of answers in their packed corner of the bar: "Leather jacket," "suuuuper tall," "lean build," "he looks kinda tan," "white v-neck shirt," "messy blonde hair, longer in front" "dark jeans," "Are you into bad-boys?" "He definitely has that brooding look to him!" She bit her lip to stifle another laugh.
They broke into another fit of giggles until she rolled her eyes with a grin, "Okay, okay, let's give it a rest. I'll watch your purses." When everyone scattered she finally looked over her shoulder, glaring through her dark lashes to spot a very tired-looking Yagi sitting at one of the open tables on the perimeter of the dance floor. He was holding a glass of amber liquid and staring at her intensely, completely unaware of how enthralled he appeared. But her line of sight was interrupted by a stranger pressing his hand into her lower back as he passed by, his face flushed and an apologetic drunken grin on his face.
Yagi rose up from his seat when she glanced back at him, already making his way over to her with a scowl. She didn't invite him out here – it wasn't her problem if he saw something he didn't like. They weren't together.
He immediately began playing with the hem of her dress when he slid up beside her, avoiding her gaze but blocking her into the corner of the bar, muttering "Is this dress new?" His fingertips dragged the skirt up until it sat higher on her thighs while the pad of his thumb grazed the material, the act somehow both casual and intimate. "You want to be seen, to show off, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice subdued.
She tried to knock his hand away and dislodge it from the fabric of her dress skirt, but it stayed in place. "Why don't you go enjoy yourself? You don't have to be my shadow here. Find a girl to dance with or take home," she says while side-eyeing him, her expression open with disdain. He looks around the club with a modicum of discomfort – maybe it's because he's older, or it's just not his 'scene'? Or…he looked distant, she realized as her expression softened. Separate from the world around him, filled with a sea of strange faces. She chuckled to herself and squeezed a lime wedge into her gin and tonic, taking another sip to find it pleasantly sharp and heady.
"What's so funny?" he growled out, draining the last of his glass and setting it on the counter for the bartender to refill.
"I get lonely around people too," she admitted quietly with a small smile, glancing over to the pack of her coworkers dancing together on the floor. There was nothing wrong with them, they were wonderful, but her friendships here felt superficial.
"I didn't say that," he glowered into his refreshed glass of bourbon, still avoiding looking directly into her eyes.
She huffed a small laugh, "You didn't have to." A coy smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she pressed them to the rim of her cup. "You're not as mysterious as you'd like to be. Especially since you have the emotional capacity of a fucking potato." She ventured a glance up at him as she teased, her smile turning into a mischievous smirk.
A vein at Yagi's temple throbbed, his eye twitching. When he turned to snap back at her, he found himself helplessly distracted. He'd never seen her dressed up like this – her pleasantly rosy cheeks, the sultry subtle smokey eye and winged liner, her long lashes darker with mascara, full lips lightly tinted with a stain.
He groaned softly at the sight. "Tell me, kitten…Will that smudge all over my cock when you're on your knees for me later?" Yagi reached up, his thumb tracing the outline of her mouth until she turned her face away from him, scoffing and rolling her eyes.
"I'll go find someone else to test that theory on and let you know," she muttered, having no intention of leaving with him tonight. He gave her no notice, after all.
Yagi's anger soared, but there was nothing she could say to make him leave, not when she looked the way she did tonight. She was painfully beautiful every day, always turning heads – but tonight people were craning their necks to get a good look at her. Her dress accentuated her ample curves, the neckline exaggerating the high swell of her pert breasts, fabric carefully drawn in at her lovely waist, her heels somehow rounding out her perfect ass even more than usual, legs long and sleek under her short skirt.
He wanted to put his hands all over her, to sit her upon the stool between them and put his head up her dress until her knees shook and thighs clenched around his face.
She glanced at his openly leering gaze, unable to stop the swell of feminine pride it inspired in her and tipping her chin up haughtily, making his groin tighten with desire. "I guess you've never actually seen me *try,* huh? Not so plain tonight, am I?" She smirked, the curve to her mouth making it apparent she could see how openly and thoroughly he was admiring her.
"You're never plain," he rasped out, unsure why he felt breathless. Her eyes snapped back to him at the sound, her expression curious. But his jaw muscle ticked when their gaze locked once more, glaring at her as if it was entirely her fault he was falling for her.
A mask of cool indifference settled upon her features. "Why do you look so pissed? If you're regretting wanting to remain 'unattached,' it's a little late for that." She sighed and took another sip of her cocktail, making a point of sizing up the other men in the club rather than look at him.
He caught her off guard and leaned in to lick away the wet of her drink that clung to her lips, using her surprised gasp as an opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth and taste it on her. He withdrew from the kiss quickly, murmuring against her mouth, "Because I'm calling it in. I want you. Tonight." He pulled her into the corner, trapping her between his body at the bar counter, positioning himself so she was obscured from sight. "And I'll drag you out of here to fuck you if I have to, sweetheart," he whispered as his hands slid up the back of her thighs and under her dress, cupping her ass and squeezing it possessively, his fingers digging in so hard it almost hurt.
"I'm busy," she said with a breathy admonish, blushing and mind reeling from the way he handled her in public. But she still had no intention of letting him have his way just to ruin her night. She tried tugging her skirt down, shimmying a little to pull it back along her thighs, eternally grateful they were in a tight corner but still afraid someone would notice his hands disappearing up her dress.
"How about I come back in my villain outfit and bend you over this stool? Just start fucking you in front of a crowd? That'll make for some interesting headlines," he growled out, his chin tipped down to stare directly into his eyes with a feral smile marring his handsome face. His hands started to inch further up her rear, one hand pulling aside the back of her panties while the other slid in to press the pad of his index finger against her puckered hole, making her gasp and squirm. He turned his face into her hair and breathed her in as his finger probed, a surprised squeak escaping her lips as a wave of embarrassment colored her cheeks. Her reaction made his lips curl into a wicked smile, chuckling darkly into her ear.
Her hands descended to grab both his wrists, yanking them down, only successful because he allowed it. She was re-adjusting her dress when she saw Hina approaching, her friend's face determined as if she was coming to her rescue, but blissfully unaware of what had just transpired. Hina reached past Yagi to pull her away from the bar, her voice a hushed whisper, "Do you need saving from blondie over here? Want to call your boyfriend to pick you up?"
"I don't have a boyfriend," she laughed breathlessly, talking loud enough for him to hear and wondering how red her face was from Yagi's touch. "And if I need saving, I'll call Sekijiro," she saw how Hina's eyes lit up with the potential for new gossip, a small smile reaching her lips. "Can you take over watching everyone's things? I need to run to the ladies room," she quirked her brow so that only Hina could see, wordlessly saying she was sneaking out as Hina nodded in affirmation.
She grabbed her tote bag off one of the stools and made her way around the corner to where the bathrooms were, leaving out the rear exit door set between them and switched her heels out for the flats in her bag. Yagi had looked exhausted, making her all the more confident that he had run out of time transformed as All Might sometime earlier in the day. Without his ability to jump roof to roof to find her, she figured taking an indirect path to one of the lesser-known UA campus entrances would be her best bet at avoiding him the remainder of the night.
It was a short 5-block walk but she decided to ring up Sekijiro – perhaps she could ask him to stay on the phone with her or meet her halfway? Would he let her stay the night after seeing her in this dress? He wouldn't leave without a word in the morning, she thought to herself bitterly. But her call to him rang through unanswered, prompting her to text asking to talk when he's free.
She was only three blocks away from her intended destination when she began to feel that familiar unease, making her breath catch in her throat.
"Do you want to play hide and seek, sweetheart?" He called out from somewhere she could not see, perhaps an adjacent alley? She spun to look around, her eyes wide with a primal fear she could not bury despite their familiarity. When she did not see him, she started to walk faster, the heels in her hand swinging at her side and heart hammering in her chest. Why was no one else on the road here? Why was it so quiet? "I see you," he teased from somewhere, sight-unseen to her.
She couldn't tell from his voice whether or not he was transformed, but perhaps with him as Yagi she stood a chance – what was he capable of without the full use of his quirk? The thought soothes her panic, placating herself by deciding she was more pissed than afraid of him, her shoulders squaring and jaw setting as the idea took root. "I'm not playing your games today. You don't get to purposely ruin my only night out without warning," she called out, unsure where to direct her anger as it rose in her chest. "If you don't want me fucking around with other people, you have to say so. None of this shit."
"You don't want to play, kitten?" He called back, his voice suddenly clearer. She glared over her shoulder, seeing him walking at a leisurely pace a block behind her, his hands in his pockets and a manic grin visible from the distance. "Be a good girl for me. Do you want me to say please?" His shoulders were rising and falling rapidly, showing he was drawing quick breaths in his restraint as he prowled behind her.
Her anger ebbed to give way to fear once more, skin pin-pricking all over her body with a strange chill, the hair on the back of her neck on-end. She was completely unsettled by his tone and what she could make out of his demeanor from this far. This side of him was potently frightening, her voice shaking despite the determination she had, "I'm supposed to be able to live my life. That's what you said."
"So long as that sweet little hole is at my beck and call, remember? Here, kitty kitty." He chuckled darkly, sounding so much closer that she jumped, realizing even with his slow pace his strides were so long that he was closing the gap quickly. He was like a stalking predator, waiting for his sinfully coveted prey to tire itself out, "I told you I'd chase you down and fuck you if I had to."
"You don't get to dial that in every time I go out and have fun just because you're too proud to admit that you want me all to yourself," she snapped at him from over her shoulder, her stomach clenching when she sees him less than half a block away. She was still two blocks from one of the staff entrances – too far, even if she broke out into a run.
"You're going to try to fight me off, kitten? Use your claws?" It sounded like the thought excited him, as if he'd love nothing more than for her to struggle and resist. She could see the faintest flash of fang as he grinned now, his expression a combination of predatory and amused.
"No, I'm going to pay Sekijiro a visit and see how hard I can make him blush in this dress," she said with a confident smile despite the sound of blood rushing through her ears, her pulse pounding erratically. "How does that sound, Toshinori?" She practically purred his name, a complete and utter brat even with her instinctual fear, trying to feel in control of the situation with her brazen attitude.
Yagi exhaled a long and slow breath, trying to keep himself from pouncing on her just yet, only a few strides behind her now. "He's not setting eyes on you unless I'm already dripping down your thighs. That was the deal," it was a threat and a promise rolled into one. If that was truly her intention, he'd have his fill first, even if it meant fucking her on this very sidewalk – his possessiveness knew no bounds.
"You crossed the line first, *sweetheart,* so don't talk to me about our deal," she used his pet name for her with biting sarcasm, pulling out her phone to call Sekijiro again until she realized he was now towering directly behind her.
His expression was untamed, a feral smile crossing his lips, eyes wide and focused on her with unbridled intensity. "Do you want to run?" He breathed out, his shoulders still rising and falling with the effort to hold back.
She spun to face him, swinging her heels at his chest in frustration. He didn't even flinch, his gaze locked with hers, daring her to take another step. She tilted her chin up haughtily in one last bid to get him to back down, "I'm not afraid of you."
"You should be," he growled out, grabbing her by the neck with one hand and slipping behind her, his other strong arm fastening around her shoulders to guide her into the nearest residential alley. He found a narrow passage between fenced-in bushes and a two-car garage just out of sight from the street, slamming her against the siding and crushing his lips into hers. "Scared yet?" He ground the words against her lips, his tongue forcing its way in when she tried to respond, fucking her mouth, hungry for her.
Her purse and heels fell to the floor, kicking at his legs uselessly and pounding against his chest with her fists, her phone still enclosed in one of her hands. But he kept her pressed into the wall, his lips slanted over hers until she was desperate for breath. He only withdrew to let her take in the air, loving the livid look on her face as she glared up at him through her long dark lashes – how was she so fucking beautiful when mad?
She was still trying to catch her breath when she attempted bashing the heel of her palm into his nose, making him laugh as he easily dodged the motion. But his laughter abruptly stopped when the phone in her other hand lit up, ringing with Sekijiro's name scrolling across the screen, making her eyes go wide as they flickered between him and her cell.
"Go ahead, answer it," he said coolly as he dropped to his knees, his body and arms so long that he was able to keep his hand wrapped around her throat to prevent her from moving. His free hand bunched her skirt up in his grip so it was gathered at her hips before tearing her panties away, exposing the wet of her sex to the cool night air and making her shiver. The call was still chiming through as he hooked a leg over his shoulder. "Fucking answer it," he growled out as he sank between her thighs, leaning in to press his hot wet tongue to her skin, dragging it up the full length of her slit but not yet delving past her folds.
She gasped but obeyed, answering the phone and holding to her ear. 'Sorry about that, is everything alright?' Sekijiro said from the other line, just loud enough for Yagi to hear. "Yes, yes," she responded, her voice a little higher and breathy, unsure if she meant to say that to Sekijiro or Yagi. "I can call you tomorrow," she suggested, so sure he could hear her panting that her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
'Now is good,' he said slowly over the phone, clearly confused and wondering why she sounded this way. 'What's on your mind?'
But her voice was stolen away by Yagi's tongue as he delivered the first deep stroke, this time running across the entrance of her cunt all the way up and over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her slit. She covered her mouth to stifle a moan, his wickedness eroding her resolve until she couldn't think straight. His tongue narrowed to a point, swirling around her clit with expert precision, every motion fueled by jealous need. Did she want Sekijiro to save her? Pick her up? Or did she want Yagi's tongue to keep going, right there, just like that, don't stop, "I…I wanted to ask," she tipped her head back and closed her eyes tightly, needing words that just wouldn't come. Her mind was engrossed with the way his silken appendage thrashed across her clit. Ah, no, pausing too long – "can we meet in the morning?" She finally managed to get out before Yagi shifted to root his tongue into her as deep as it could go, nudging his nose into her clit.
'For breakfast? Like you mentioned before,' he asked, sounding gallant, convinced the way she sounded and hesitated was merely shyness over asking him out on a possible date, as if she had to gather the courage to say the words. Yagi's hand upon her neck curled just slightly tighter, a firm reminder of who she belonged to in this moment.
"Mhmm," was all she could manage to say at first, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out. "Please," she sounded breathless and wretched, a touch of begging to her tone, all meant for Yagi. His eyes were hooded as he watched her, his long tongue flattening to run up and back down her folds again before dipping back inside of her once more. She could practically hear Sekijiro blushing wildly on the other end of the call.
'I'd love that,' he seemed genuinely thrilled but shocked at how eager she sounded, making her eyes flutter open, guilt pitting in her stomach and contending with the way her core was tightly wound and ready for release. But she could hear a commotion breaking out in the back, realizing he was likely on patrol. 'Just text me when and where, I'll be there,' the phone call ended without a goodbye, part of her infinitely thankful for that as she let her phone drop to the heaping pile of her possessions on the ground beside them. Yagi could see the traces of hesitation and hurt on her face, driving him further, determined to bring her back to him. He redoubled his efforts with her clit, bringing his other hand up to slip two fingers into her, instantly finding the sweet spot within her that made her keen for him and working it until that hurt gave way to delight.
"Please, please," she cried out, clutching at the fabric of his shirt and collar of his leather jacket, desperate for anything to hold onto, so close, "please, Toshinori." He was insatiable for her, his tongue ruthless and ceaselessly circling and swiping across her sensitive bud, fingers pumping and curling deep inside her quivering core until her thighs tensed and body froze with the initial flush of climax. Her hands moved to his hair, pulling him desperately to him, urging him on and crying out as her hips bucked, melting deliciously upon him.
He let her ride out every wave of pleasure upon his digits and mouth until she was gasping for breath and slumped back into the siding of the garage, her head tilted back and eyes closed. The moment her brow furrowed in thought he dragged her down by her neck with a yelp, pushing her into the grassy patch, the gap between the fenced-in bushes and wall barely wide enough for his broad shoulders as he crouched over her. He didn't want her to think of anything other than how he was making her body feel.
Yagi pinned her down with his immense hands, powerful and inescapable with one on her throat and the other holding her wrists above her head, his body spread over hers so that she was caged by his limbs. The waistband of his pants and boxers was already slung down to mid-thigh, his massive cock standing at attention and throbbing. He tilted his head to the side and stared down at her, his lips curled into another snarl, "You're mine tonight. Do you understand?"
He released her hands when she nodded, using it to position the crown of his cock until it was notched at her entrance. His gaze flickered up to her before he let it go, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket to begin recording, licking his lips when he saw the way she blushed looking into the camera. He slowly panned the image down until it was focused between them, canting his hips to begin pressing into her, that mask of smug indifference slipping the moment he eased into her tight hole. The way his face slackened behind his phone went uncaptured by video but was plainly seen by her, his mouth snapping shut the moment their eyes met again.
She was panting and making sweet aching sounds as he pushed further in, a feral smile crossing his lips and gaze darting back to the screen to watch himself sinking until he was fully buried. He stayed rooted in her for only a few moments before starting to snap his hips urgently against her, plunging over and over as his gaze alternated between the screen and back to where they were joined obsessively until he was satisfied enough with his lewd venture to tuck his phone away.
The hand on the column of her throat stroked her skin with his thumb in a harsh caress, the other moving to secure her at her hip to ram his thrusts in at a new angle, causing the fat head of his cock to relentlessly raze over the sweet spot that made her back arch for more. "You love that, don't you?" He rasped out, pistoning into her with a wretchedly starved fury, making her moan and whimper between her gasping breaths. "Tell me you love it."
"I love it, Toshi," she whispered weakly, tipping her head back and closing her eyes while he rutted her into the ground like an animal, every snap of his hips clapping their skin together loudly. He groaned at her words, gaze devouring every detail – how her face was contorted in ecstasy, the way her chest bounced in her dress with every savage stroke he delivered, how their bodies connected, the way she took him so well despite the stretching ache she had to endure every time he used her. Her body began to stiffen as she approached her peak, prompting him to release her neck to grab both her hips in the solid grip of his immense hands so he could pound into her and chase his own pleasure.
Yagi tossed his head back with a low groan when she finally unraveled around him, her core writhing and tightening upon him as she cried out in relief, his own release sweeping through his body in licking flames, pleasure ripping through them in unison. He bucked and ground into her with every surge of come that poured into her, rapidly overfilling her until it spilled into the grass beneath them.
He leaned down and pressed into her lips fiercely. It was nothing at all like the sweet longing kisses he gave her days ago, his tongue almost savage as it dipped into her and slid against her own, claiming her mouth hungrily.
When they got back to her apartment he was sitting at the edge of her bed, her body facing him and standing between his spread thighs. Yagi's hands carefully undressed her in silence, taking his time removing her dress while he brushed his lips along her shoulder and neck...he kissed her everywhere but her lips, afraid of how quickly they'd turn gentle and loving. His hands roamed over her smooth skin, pulling her close so her bare chest pressed into his, angling his face into her hair to draw in her scent.
He was a breath away from drowning in her, wanting to kiss her like she was oxygen. But Yagi settled for being allowed to hold her in bed, his body curled around hers as she quickly fell asleep, her back to his chest.
[This author has a praise kink, so please leave some feedback! I always feel a bit clumsy when it comes to progressing the angsty bits of plot, but I hope you managed to enjoy the smutty parts! If you've made it this far, you might also be interested in the AU Endeavor x Reader fic I just started as well called Scorched Earth, so please give it a look!]