[Ch 6 "All of You" - a Villain All Might x 3rd person reader smutty fanfic. She has no name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. Praise kink, stalker kink, consensual kink, and dubious consent abound. 4 rounds of smut in this chapter with lots of angst! Some plot and fluff in between. Big thanks to HoneyPeach for beta-reading!]
Yagi's face was strangely solemn despite how ardently he was admiring her prone body curving into his. His heart thrummed with pleasure as he watched her sleep, nesting his defined jaw into the top of her hair, letting his long fingers roam up and down her side. One arm was snaked under her, keeping her back firmly snug against his chest, while the other struggled to keep his touches to gentle caressing. Those fingertips slid down her arm, finding her hand and entwining his grip with it so gently, as if afraid it would break. That's what he did, after all - break things. His face was burning under his unruly blonde hair and long bangs, blushing furiously over simply holding her hand. He'd never held it before, not like this, and doubted he would again while she was awake.
His golden brows knitted together. He was finally going to stay through the morning, but the reason had his mouth pressed into a grim line. She had given him a chance to ask her to cancel her morning plans with the hero last night as they traveled back to her apartment, but he was so stubborn, so proud. Yagi remembered how she stewed in sullen silence at his indifference for several long minutes before messaging Sekijiro with a time and a place to meet this morning.
So, now he'd make good on his one caveat that allowed her to see him... it was the only reason he stuck around, no? Yagi released her hand, shifting his down to possessively splay his fingers over her bare stomach. He moved his head to press kisses along her shoulder as he started rocking his hips against her rear, his cock already hard and greedy for her. She was naked and lovely beneath the sheets, and he couldn't help but grin at the way she whined and sighed and squirmed in response to his coaxing touches as she slept.
"Sweet girl," he murmured into her ear as his hand slid between her thighs, his chest rumbling at her back with an approving groan when he found her wet. Her sounds became more breathy and high, hips raising involuntarily to meet his hand, her whole body leaning into his soft touches. "That's right, you want it, don't you?" A little whimper escaped her full lips, her brow furrowing, right on the precipice of waking up. "You love it," his left hand slid up and covered her mouth just as her eyelashes fluttered open.
She didn't even have time to reflect on him staying through the morning before moaning into his palm, finding herself on her side with Yagi at her back. His right arm was draped over her hip, her clit caught between his middle and index finger, alternating gently applying pressure around it and curling them to manipulate the sensitive bud in teasing up and down motions until it was swollen and aching for direct contact. He kept his left arm coiled under-and-around her with his hand firmly over her lips, fingers indented into her cheeks to keep her from speaking.
"You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" Morning haze made his deep voice gravelly, but his eyes were bright and intense upon her with piercing blue pupils swimming in a sea of black. His bangs fell into his face as he canted his head to the side, carefully watching how she writhed against him while he worked her clit over with his long slender fingers.
She could only nod in response, her soft whimpers of pleasure muffled by him, her hands frantically clutching the pillow beneath her head while her hips bucked to his touch. He drove her closer and closer to the edge, teasing her with the pads of his fingers by only massaging and stroking at either side of her bundle of nerves, never expressly grazing it.
The moment he could feel her body stiffening against his, so close to finding her release, he growled into her ear. "I'm being so generous by letting you see him. But you'll either go with me dripping down your thighs, or you won't go at all." He withdrew his hand from her slick folds, but before she could even utter a sound of protest into his other hand she felt the sudden press of his fat cockhead at her entrance – as soon as he found his mark, he slammed into her, making her cry out in surprise. He could feel her shuddering breath, knew the lovely aching sounds she'd make as she adjusted to how he stretched and filled her until it felt like it was almost too much to bear, her tight cunt yielding and molding against his throbbing cock.
He wound his newly-freed arm tightly around her waist to secure her against him, snapping his hips up into her as they lay on their sides. Yagi quickly found a merciless rhythm with how wet she was, ramming into her without pause and razing that sweet spot that quickly rebuilt the pleasurable tension in her core. He murmured into her ear the whole time between ragged breaths, each string of thoughts sounding like a confession. He promised to break her, to use her whenever he pleased, telling her that she couldn't say no to him. Her muted sounds of delight were becoming more and more frequent, her muscles becoming taut as the first flush of climax was nearing, too lost in her pleasure to hate how much she loved every word he said.
"You're mine," he ground out behind gritted teeth as he kept plowing into her at an unrelenting pace, his voice starting to sound strained. "Only I get to fill your pretty little cunt," he rasped against her ear as she finally unraveled, her core convulsing around him while her hips twitched, her cry of ecstasy barely quieted by his hand over her lips. He groaned loud and low as her muscles fluttered and squeezed around him, but he refused to cease thrusting, fucking her through every wave of pleasure while he chased his own.
Her eyes were closed and head tipped back, nearly limp against him as he rode out the last of her orgasm, his lips still pressed to her ear. "You belong to me," he hissed, whispering every dirty thought that passed through his mind as he got closer and closer to finding his relief whilst bucking into her pliant body. "You're going to be so full of me all day," he groaned again, unable to banish the image from his mind when it hurdled him so near to the edge. He wanted her dripping, so messy she couldn't think or speak without feeling him on her.
She peeked up at him through her long lashes, her cheeks blazing red with every utterance, finding him still staring down at her as if his eyes never left her face. "Tell me you love it," he barely got the words out, the hand over her mouth descending to wrap his fingers around the column of her throat instead.
Every time she said the words he demanded she say it again, clearly holding himself back just so he could hear the phrase fall from her lips over and over. "Tell me you're mine," he choked out, right at the very edge, unable to prolong thoroughly rutting her any longer.
"I'm yours, Toshinori," she whispered, blushing wildly and averting her gaze from him for a fraction of a second before his hand squeezed her throat, only letting up when their eyes were locked again. It took one more stroke before he was pumping thick streams of his seed into her, his hips shuddering with every new wave of come until it was pooling into a mess between her thighs.
He buried his face in her hair as he steadied his breath, his heart thundering against his ribcage and reverberating against her back, arms coiling around her to keep those soft perfect curves pressed close to him. He wanted to keep her in bed all morning, to fuck her until she forgot about her little shitty date with that young gray-haired hero bastard. Yagi realized he must have been scowling because the look she gave him was a mix of understanding and irritation.
She was glaring up at him from over her shoulder. Did he know how painfully obvious he was being? Why the hell couldn't he say he didn't want her to go? Did he just want to hear those things in bed? No. She tried to untangle herself from him, but his grip held fast, making the anger in her rise further. He had to know she wanted him to say those things to her too - if she was his, was he not hers? But everything had to be one-sided with him, so entirely separate. "Is there something you want to ask me?" Ask me to not go, she thought, keeping her eyes forward. "Something you'd like me to do?" Or not do – don't go. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it, refusing to look up at him again.
He let the silence stretch between them at first, his eyes narrowed and lip curled into a snarl when he finally spoke, "You can go get ready, but you're not allowed to clean up." He had barely loosened his arms from around her when she sat up suddenly, nearly startling him.
Yagi heard the bathroom door lock behind her, the click irking him into rising from the bed and slipping his boxers back on despite the fact it was followed by the obvious sound of her brushing her teeth. But as soon as the shower began to run, he prowled to the door. "What did I just tell you?" He growled through it, hearing her immediately go under the running water and yelping at how cold it was.
She'd take a freezing shower out of pure spite if she had to, she thought as she hurriedly cleaned away any evidence of his leavings, her teeth chattering the whole time. But before she could thoroughly wash anywhere else, the door was groaning loudly and popping off the hinges, cracking the door frame they were secured to. All Might rather than Yagi was standing in the doorway now, scowling but not so angry that his bangs stood on end. The water was just barely starting to warm up but she stood under it, proud and haughty. "Why can't you just ask me to stay? Why does it have to be another fucking game?" She tilted her chin up defiantly, letting the sudsy washcloth in her hand unravel to drape across her thigh.
He snorted a derisive puff of air through his nose at her words and refused to answer, sizing up the shower – far too small for him to join her. He'd have to fuck her again as soon as she stepped out...but that wouldn't be an issue. All Might braced his forearms against the top of the door frame, leaning through it and grinning at her. His boxers tented as he rapidly hardened, watching rivets of lukewarm water cover her body through the glass shower door.
Her skin was pin-pricked from the cold, nipples hardened into pebbles, and she knew he'd feel deliciously warm against her...however the water was finally heating up, and it seemed he was going to allow her to finish, just with a silent audience. She sighed and turned her back to him, soaping and rinsing herself off quickly, then wrapping herself with a towel and keeping just out of his reach within the footprint of the bathroom. "I hope you plan on paying for that, along with everything else you've broken in my apartment so far. In fact...you claimed you'd be paying me for my time healing you, but I have yet to see a cent of that." After she patted herself dry, she put her towel over her shoulders so the ends hid away her chest and began towel-drying her hair, shooting him an irritated glance as he continued to leer.
He tsked, tilting his head to the side as he looked her up and down. "Whoring myself out to you isn't payment enough, huh, kitten?"
Her eyes darkened before looking away from him, gazing at herself in the mirror instead. "Whoring yourself? Is that all this is?" Disappointment colored her tone, but her expression quickly turned to indifference.
He stilled, his muscles tensing and rippling with the exertion it took to not snatch her by the waist the instant she sounded upset. "No," he relented sheepishly, but still trying to sound as if he didn't regret his choice of words.
She ran her fingers through her hair once it was sufficiently dry, draping it over her shoulder before trying to push past him through the doorway. "I didn't know villains could be so afraid of what they want," she said as he stalked behind her walking towards her dresser, his eyes fixed on her beautifully rounded ass until he processed what she said. "Tell me what you truly want from me, Toshinori."
He was past denying that he wanted her. But if he could just manage to let her go, let her fall in love with someone else, he could break his own heart before she had it so completely and utterly in her grasp...his mind was buzzing, high with the words he almost used. She was after something he couldn't give her, but that didn't keep him from wondering what it'd be like when he was alone these last few days.
"I want you full of me, kitten," was all he could manage, smug and demanding. All Might grabbed her wrist roughly with one massive hand, pulling her towards him so quickly her towel fell to the ground, leaving her naked once again. She looked so small beside him in this form, the top of her head barely at level with his too-broad chest, but she still silently glared from his hand to his face as if she seriously considered fighting him off.
It was so easy to switch on the part of him that needed to use her, and that overconfident haughty look was high on the list of hair-triggers. His gaze was devouring her, taking in her pert and supple curves, how perfectly her body dipped or swelled in all of his favorite places. If he looked like an angry god, she looked like sex incarnate; they were exquisitely matched, he thought to himself indulgently. He'd have to be quick if either of them were going to be on time to their commitments today... even if her commitment was going to slowly crush him.
He wove one arm around her waist and hoisted her up, lifting her effortlessly like she weighed no more than a ragdoll, the grip on her wrist releasing to curl around her thigh. He guided her legs to wrap around him, tipping her forward to force her arms around his thickly muscled neck just to steady herself. "I want to make sure you feel me dripping down your thighs every time he looks at you," he growled against her ear, using his hold on her to position her just right, notching himself at her entrance.
"I want you so sore that you wouldn't dare think about fucking him," he sounded depraved with a goading voice, smiling wickedly down at her. He waited until her lips parted to protest before he slammed her hips down into his, plunging into her and barreling so deep with one long stroke that it made her cry out. It was pain and pleasure all in the same motion – he glided in effortlessly on her slick but she still needed time to adjust to feeling so full, so whole, making her claw at his back and gasp into the crook of his neck. "I want to break you, to ruin you for anyone else," he groaned as her body trembled against his, her core clenching and unclenching so divinely around him as she tried to accommodate his size all over again.
"Mm, it hurts so good, doesn't it, kitten?" He chuckled into her hair. As soon as she tried to find words to reply, he began bouncing her upon his cock effortlessly – his hips slapping the back of her thighs with her legs around him, bucking up into her wildly until the only sounds she could manage were panting and moaning. "No one will ever fuck you like I do, sweetheart," he ground out the words, shifting his arms to cross her back and cradle the back of her head while the other crushed her to his chest, keeping her perfectly still as he snapped his hips up into her, feeling her wrap tighter and tighter around him as she came close to release. "Oh, you love it," he murmured, "My sweet girl." She held onto him desperately, her cries of pleasure getting high and thin until she broke upon him, her climax brittle with overstimulation as she writhed atop him.
All Might picked up the pace until he was furiously rutting her where he stood in a hasty race to the finish line, needing to claim her, to make her his own and no one else's. "I know you love it," he said in a heated whisper against her ear, still driving himself up into her in a frenzy. He soon collided his hips into her one last time and held her there, his heavy bollocks twitching as he poured into her, throwing his head back with a strangled roar.
The hand holding the back of her head was suddenly fisting her hair, tilting her face up from the crook of his neck, his lips searching for hers. He groaned when her mouth met his eagerly, tongue entwining with his own, tasting her delectable little whimper of delight over finally being kissed again - he had been so careful to avoid that, knowing how quickly their kisses turned longing and loving. It almost pained him to pull back, to watch her lean in hungry for another but not reciprocate, instead taking a few heavy steps towards her dresser to perch her ass atop it with his cock still buried inside of her.
The hand in her hair moved to cup her face, grazing his thumb across her full bottom lip, his black and blue eyes unable to tear away from the sight - he wanted to keep kissing her, wanted her for himself, that much was all clear to her. The fact he refused to act on or admit it stung, but there was a smug satisfaction to knowing the desire was there - to know it wasn't one-sided.
She raised her chin and stared past him, lifting her jaw from his hand and snapping him out of his fixation with her mouth as she looked away. Such a pretty, insolent little thing, he groaned inwardly. But he knew just how to knock her down a peg, grabbing her throat firmly and pulling his hips back to break the seal of him being rooted in her. He hissed an inhale through his teeth, dragging himself from her tight cunt and watching as the evidence of his pleasure spilled out, dribbling down her thighs and pooling onto the dresser surface below her. She couldn't help but watch, the red in her cheeks slowly intensifying. "No cleaning up this time, pet," he warned her, baring his teeth at the thought.
She leaned back so her shoulders pressed into the wall, her head tipped back against it, pouting and blushing furiously. "You are such a fucking pervert." But her breathy admonish only made him grin as he yanked open one of her drawers, fishing out an especially lacey pair of silk dark blue panties. He stepped back to slip them up her legs, stopping when they were pulled up mid-thigh since she was still sitting so he could search for the matching bra. "I can dress myself, you know," she snatched the bra from his hands to put it on herself.
All Might lifted her off the dresser by her hips and set her feet on the ground before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, dragging them up slowly, conflicted over whether he should watch the fabric slip up over her perfect ass or enjoy the sight of it pressing into the mess he left on her. "I'll be dressing you today, kitten," he murmured, decidedly staring at her front as he slid the waistband over her hips. The fabric tried wicking away his leavings, blue silk darkening until almost black as her thighs shifted together uneasily, unwittingly spreading the sticky trails that had dripped down them.
She tried to take a calming breath, her cheeks on fire with shame - she had to remind herself no one would know, she'd simply have to put up with the discomfort. "What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't like this part of our deal?" He grabbed her chin and tilted it up to force their eyes to meet, his gaze dark, heated, and possessive. "That's too fucking bad, isn't it?" He grinned, flashing a canine before releasing her and striding away towards her closet.
She rubbed her chin and jaw with the heel of her palm in irritation as if trying to ease the searing warmth his touch left on her skin. He returned with an oversized but deep v-neck ivory cashmere sweater, a gray pleated skirt that went mid-thigh, black knit ribbed stockings, and black flats. She quirked a brow at his ability to pair everything with relative style, but he mistook it as wordless commentary over picking out a large sweater that'd conceal some of her curves.
"It's the first cold day of the year, princess. You picked an outdoor cafe, didn't you?" He roughly slid the sweater over the top of her head, making her swear as she scrambled to put her arms through the sleeves. But he frowned once he saw it on her, neglecting to notice how deep the v-neck went until he could see her cleavage more-than peeking out of it. She grabbed the skirt from his hands, glaring at him until he dropped to his knees in front of her, the sight giving her pause. "Don't get excited, I won't be cleaning you up either," he grinned at the poorly concealed hope on her face, enjoying how her cheeks bloomed with a renewed blush at his implication.
"Let me guess, you'll be across the street watching us the whole time?" She lifted a foot at his prompting, watching him carefully roll one of the sweater-stocking up her leg, using both hands and stroking every finger up her as he went, touching her far more than he needed to and taking his sweet time. He gave her other leg and stocking the same treatment, sitting back to admire his handiwork once both were on.
"I have business to attend to, so no," he growled out, eyes flickering up to her face before focusing back upon the perfection in front of him. The ribbed knit stockings sat high on the thighs of her long sleek legs, his mess in her lace and silk panties visible just below the hem of her creamy cashmere sweater. The v-neck accentuated the high swell of her breasts, the oversized sweater making her look impossibly more petite with the sleeves reaching her fingertips. Oh. *Oh.* He *wanted* her in this, and All Might wasn't so sure he ought to send her into the arms of a hero wearing something that made her look so fuckable – perhaps a wardrobe change was required.
"You're going to make me late," she muttered, blushing wildly at how he so openly admired her, interrupting his line of sight by stooping down to step into her skirt and shimmy it up her hips. It sat higher on her waist than he had anticipated, the hem of the pleating almost as high as her stockings went up. He groaned, lifting the skirt with one hand until she slapped it away and ignoring the dangerous look he gave her. "And you are impossible," she sighed, side-stepping out from between him and the dresser with the flats he picked out in hand.
She leaned into the bathroom mirror to hurriedly put on some light makeup, sweeping mascara through her long lashes and dappling a subtle stain onto her full lips as he dressed, staring at her through the now-unhinged doorway. The loose jeans he wore as Yagi were now form-fitting on him as All Might, his white t-shirt taut against the carved muscles of his chest. His leather jacket was too small for him in this form, so he threw it over his shoulder to take back with him. He ruffled the back of his blonde hair, his long bangs falling into his face, keenly aware that this was his last chance to ask her to cancel.
But they moved in sullen silence, out of the apartment building and onto the street. Even when it became apparent it was far colder than he had realized, he wordlessly threw his leather jacket over her shoulders, ignoring the curious look she gave him. She drew it close around herself just as he began to purposefully lag behind her, the cafe already in sight. By the time she was face-to-face with Sekijiro, All Might passed by a few moments later like any other stranger on the street, not giving her a second glance.
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Being out with Sekijiro felt nice, normal, comfortable. He kept stealing admiring looks at her and blushing when caught, sometimes glancing at her hand on the table as if he wanted to hold it. There was none of the leering she knew with Yagi – and although he was nearly as intimidatingly immense in form, Sekijiro was all sweetness and shy scowls; the rare smile or laugh he gave was dazzling. Falling for Yagi was like being caught in a free-fall, spinning out, unable to stop herself or catch her breath. But with Sekijiro...she could tell it would be like floating, weightless, natural and care-free...if she gave it enough time.
Her phone buzzed on the table with a message over an hour into their breakfast, interrupting the flow of conversation but giving him the perfect excuse to step away for the bathroom. Her breath caught in her throat when she opened it, having to lock the screen immediately lest someone happened to be over her shoulder. Yagi had sent a lewd picture – one pair of her panties hanging from the base of his cock, another wadded up in his hand and gleaming with his release, a pearled string of come still clinging to his tip. She hastily turned off her cell, shoving it into her clutch on the other side of the table, her cheeks blushing furiously.
Sekijiro had come back just in time to see the red on her face and how she shut off her mobile before hiding it away. He quirked a brow, that familiar scowl tugging at his lips as he sat back down. He ran his large hand through his gray hair, looking from her purse to her jacket to her face. "Boy troubles?"
She laughed nervously and sank further into her chair, trying to make herself smaller. "What makes you say that?"
He flashed a genuine toothy grin, not at all jealous or angry, just humored. "You're wearing a man's leather jacket, angrily blushing and turning off your phone?" He wasn't oblivious, they were both single, seeing people just...happened sometimes. "Anything I can help with?"
She glanced down to the jacket still draped over her shoulders, noting how it smelled of Yagi, her blush fading but still making her cheeks rosy. "Nothing I need help with...just someone I was almost serious with, but it was over long before it began," she frowned at her purse where the phone was tucked away before looking at the leather jacket again. "As for this, I actually didn't bring any sufficient clothes for the cold weather when I moved...I'm woefully unprepared for fall and winter." That much was true, her shy smile sincere when she looked back up at him.
"Do...do you need someone to take you shopping?" He tapped the tabletop with his finger nervously, his cheeks suddenly redder than hers with a deeper meaning.
Oh *oh,* like a sugar daddy? The implication piqued her interest, fascinated he would even offer – did he not know her family was well off, or did that not matter to him? She put her elbows on the table and pressed her chin into her hands, leaning in, her shy smile turning mischievous. "Do you *want* to take me shopping, Sekijiro?" Her head canted to the side, eyes half-lidded in a sultry stare.
He bristled pleasurably when hearing her say his name, and the look she gave him made his cheeks continue to flush. How did he have a blood quirk but no ability to reel in all this blushing she caused? He rubbed his defined jaw, his lower canines peeking up above his lip. "Only if it's what you want."
She bit her lower lip but was still smiling, watching his eyes zero in on the motion. "Tell me, do you take all the girls you help out on a shopping trip? Or just the ones that treat you to thank-you breakfasts?"
He scratched the tip of his nose nervously, glancing over at the host stand by the bathrooms. "About that – I've already paid, so it's my treat."
"You went ahead and turned our unofficial date into an official date then, hmm? If you're not careful, you're going to end up stuck taking me on another one." She grinned at him but partially hid her face behind her oversized sweater sleeves, her feet swinging excitedly under the table. "Better start being mean to deter me, Sekijiro."
His laughter came easily, Sekijiro's massive shoulders shaking with it as he rose from the table. She stood as well, grabbing her clutch and falling into step beside him. He had long strides with his towering height, but slowed down to help her keep pace more easily, not missing the way her eyes raked over him approvingly – no matter what he wore, it was impossible to conceal his musculature.
Oh my, she had a type now, didn't she? She always had a preference for tall and lithe like Yagi had been, but there was no denying she had begun to appreciate the immense hulk of All Might, and now Vlad King? "Can I walk you home?" His gruff words curbed her train of thought, her amusement replaced by a slowly-building panic. Her bathroom door was broken, her balcony curtains still ripped – but he wasn't the type to invite himself up. She nodded but gave him a nervous smile, watching his eyes flit to her hand again. "How long until you're in the UA medical staff dorms?"
"Well...I decided to stay out the remainder of my lease. I figured Recovery Girl would have mentioned it to you?" She tucked a stray hair behind her ear, avoiding his penetrating gaze. "I think the entire issue is resolved, so I'm not worried anymore."
He frowned, his brow furrowing, noting she wouldn't look up at him. "Did your stalker stop coming around? All it took were some locks and curtains?" His voice was measured, but clearly in disbelief.
She hesitated, stopping mid-step so suddenly that it took Sekijiro two full strides to realize she wasn't next to him anymore. She worried her lower lip in thought – he was loud and boisterous as Vlad King, but shy and sweet around her as Sekijiro. And he was unmistakably intuitive occupying either persona – it wouldn't do to outright lie to him. "I...I might've hit him with a bat last week," she admitted reluctantly, carefully watching his expression for any sign of an outburst.
He turned to face her, his body tensing instinctively at the thought of her facing off with some faceless stalker. He was glaring down at her, but not in anger – in consideration. "On your balcony? Or...did he break into your apartment? What does he look like? Tell me exactly what happened."
She couldn't bring herself to weave a story of half-truths, nor could she at all risk telling the full truth...omission was the easiest way out. "I'd rather not talk about it...but I am fine, I promise. And I'm confident it's taken care of." She saw him frown again and start to protest, cutting him off, "I would be very grateful if you didn't pry further. Have a little faith in me, Sekijiro?" She stepped towards him, closing the gap, looking up at him with an endearing smile. His eyes flickered to her right hand once more, making her smile broaden. "Do you want to hold my hand, Sekijiro?" His breathing hitched when he heard her say his name again, so easily and so often now. It seemed such an odd question, but she had the distinct feeling he would not act on the impulse unprompted – quite the gentleman.
Sekijiro's mind went blank, suddenly forgetting what he was about to say, looking from her hand to her face. His expression was a shy, blushing scowl when he held his hand out palm-side up between them, finding himself wishing for the first time his fists were smaller when her dainty hand pressed into his.
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Yagi was brooding in a black suit ensemble, a muted gold silk tie tucked into his black vest, his back pressed into a fine red velvet and gold wing-back chair. 'Just someone I was almost serious with.' His jaw was pressed into his left hand, elbow propped up on the armest, gazing off to the side as he listened in to a conversation coming in through his earpiece.
'Do you want to hold my hand, Sekijiro?' His right hand twitched, shattering the glass of whiskey it held, his blonde brows knitted together in silent fury.
"You doing okay, boss?" A bartender with sandy brown hair came up from behind him with a fresh glass and a full handle of whiskey at-the-ready for him, setting both down onto the table in front of Yagi between two large piles of casino chips. He winced at an unspoken answer, eyebrows raising, "ah, girl troubles." More like jealousy problems. "Well, that explains you wanting the whole bottle," he muttered while mopping up the mess and carefully stashing shards of glass onto his empty tray.
"I didn't ask for the whole bottle, Kouta" Yagi snapped back at him noncommittally, as if they had this conversation dozens of times over since hiring him for his quirk, perfectly suited for getting his patrons exactly what they desired.
"No one ever has to ask me for anything, Yagi," he reminded him with a shrug.
Yagi's phone chirped, prompting him to minimize the screen – it appeared to be showing the inside of a purse – so he could read the series of messages flooding in. "Looks like some of our high rollers are canceling tonight in favor of other activities. I'll be preoccupied now that my evening has freed up without needing to oversee them." He rose from the chair, smoothing out the front of his fitted suit, "If you can't reach me, run your questions by Tech Girl or the Artisan."
Yagi stormed off before Kouta could respond, heading to the private elevator that would take him to his office so he could change into his gear. He could hear through his earpiece that they had stopped walking, driveling on about how they both wanted time to figure out their *feelings* and not rush things, not jump into anything serious, see other people but explore the possibility...he huffed in mock-amusement, already stripped and re-dressed as All Might by now, leaping roof-to-roof in his full get-up and mask as their talk continued. Keeping her options open so she could let a villain slip into her bed without guilt was more apt to explain it, he thought to himself angrily as the familiar silhouette of her building was just a few more jumps away. All Might's breathing was labored, but not from exertion – his fury was building with every overheard word, imagining their hands entwined, the sweet smile she'd reserve for some spineless hero.
He was pulling her unlocked balcony door open when he heard her little breathy 'oh' in his ear that he associated with touching her, kissing her, pressing into her. All Might began pacing by her front door, his breathing ragged, his muscles flexing and rippling with a mix of animosity and anticipation, his blonde bangs standing on-end. He *pushed* her to do this and it was making him rabid with jealousy. Was it because he could see them together so clearly, how the rest of the world would think she and Sekijiro were well-matched? It didn't matter that she was *perfection* next to him as Toshinori or as All Might, made for him, meant to be with him, not when he'd inevitably break her heart. Loving her was hopeless – and when this was over, would he be haunted by how it ends?
All Might tossed a duffel bag into her closet, tucked the earpiece into his pocket and set his mask on her dresser when he heard her say goodbye to Sekijiro, lying in wait behind her apartment door.
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She was bouncing on her heels in the elevator, gingerly touching her lips, still surprised Sekijiro had kissed her – soft and gentle, lingering just long enough to not be a quick peck, but still not long and passionate like Yagi's. Her cheeks flushed at the thought. What a mess this was, she thought to herself, unable to wrap her head around the predicament she found herself in: Being pushed away by the asshole she had fallen for, right into the arms of a man she could see herself easily loving with enough time. She sighed and pulled her phone from her clutch as she turned the corner that led to her dead-end hallway, confused to see it was already on but not thinking much of it – she did jam quite a bit into the small purse after all, the power button likely got pressed at some point.
The moment she was standing in front of her door looking for her keys, All Might yanked the door open and grabbed her by the arm, the leather jacket draped over her shoulders falling as he dragged her in. His eyes were bright with envy, studying her in such detail that her skin prickled. "Did you have fun, kitten? Tell me, where did he touch you, kiss you?" He didn't want to know, but he needed to know – how else could he make her forget without razing her with his own touches and kisses until his efforts were all that she could recall?
She blushed wildly but was reluctant to play into this game of jealousy, pressing her lips together in silence and making a snarl rip through him. He grabbed her by her thighs and lifted her off her feet, making her legs curl around his hips as he sank to his knees in front of the wide-open door. All Might tipped her back until she was pressed into the floor, his hands moving up her thighs to bunch her skirt at her hips and tug her panties down until they were around her knees.
"Not going to tell me, huh?" He unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, tugging them down until the waistband fell below his hips. "Let's see how quiet you can be, then?" He drew out his angrily throbbing cock and found his mark without preamble, pushing achingly inside of her until he was buried as deeply as he could go, making her curse at him through gasping breaths. "Shh, I know, I know," he crooned sweetly at her, words and tone not at all matching the wicked grin on his face as his hand moved up to cover her mouth, muffling any further sound. He looked pointedly through the doorway and out into the hall, prompting her to tilt her head back, finally realizing he had neglected to close the door...and had no intention of remedying that.
His other hand twisted her panties in his grasp, wrapping them tightly around her stocking-covered knees to keep her thighs pressed tightly together and calves splayed out at either side in front of him. He used the fabric as a handle as he drew himself out before ramming back in, making her feel so full and stretching her, every vein and ridge of his fat cock dragging deliciously inside of her. Her gasps and sweet aching cries were buried by his palm as he sank into her with a third swift plunge that made her back arch for just an instant, telling him exactly where to stroke his cock to hit the spot that would have her keening for him.
He canted his hips at a new angle to strike that same bundle of nerves within her, hips snapping into her relentlessly and trying to burrow himself deeper and deeper into her each time. His hand over her mouth could only do so much, her muffled breaths and moans like a whisper floating down the hall carried by a chorus of his hips slapping into the back of her thighs. She was glaring up at him through her long lashes and pleasured haze, but he glared back with a look twice as ferocious as she could ever hope to manage, his use of her urgent and demanding even as he found a rhythm while seeking her climax.
She couldn't help the way the tension in her mounted, every stroke tying her core into knots that cried out for relief, her voice brittle and needy behind his palm. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget all about him," he rasped out as she began to wind tighter and tighter around him, telling him she was nearing her peak. "You're mine, you belong to me," he groaned low as her core began to clench around him in quick succession, squeezing and convulsing around him deliciously as she gasped and squealed against his hand. He fucked her through her shuddering release, grunting with the effort it took to not spill into her while her muscles milked his cock.
She could see him looming above her, lips parted as he took in the ethereal vision of her – his gaze flitted from her face to the way her breasts bounced at the v-neck of her sweater, to her thigh-high stockings and where their bodies collided together at an unyielding pace, to his hand twisted in her panties at her knees and holding on desperately. But her eyes widened with fear as the sound of distant footsteps could be heard in the hall – the footfalls paused with an audible gasp as the range of noises coming from her apartment had an obvious explanation but an unknown source. His grin only widened, savage and unhinged, quickening his pace instead of quietening his efforts, rutting her shamelessly into the floor of her apartment as if nothing would please him more than being caught by a neighbor – a villain fucking some sweet, innocent, pretty little thing into oblivion.
She was glaring up at him again, so wretchedly beautiful when she was mad. "That's right, look at me just like that," he hissed. The thrill of being caught combined with his need to fill her uninterrupted allowed him to let go, his hips stuttering as he spilled into her with thick, heady gushes of hot white seed, grunting with each wave of release. His hand moved from her mouth, leaning across her to slowly press the door shut with a soft click just as the neighbor would have rounded the corner that led to a handful of apartments down the dead-end hall.
She covered her mouth with both hands out of fear of even breathing too loud, the long sleeves of her ivory sweater so oversized they engulfed her fists, allowing her to partially hide her blushing cheeks behind the cuffs of fabric. He released her panties and withdrew from her, sitting so his back was pressed into the wall beside the closed door and watching her with hooded eyes, just waiting for the backlash.
As soon as the sound of footsteps receded, she sat up and kicked her panties off before tugging her skirt back down. "What the fuck is your fucking problem, you fucking prick?" She hissed the words, still so afraid of being overheard.
But All Might did not answer, instead pulling out his phone and producing an earpiece from his pocket, setting it into place before looking at the dimly-lit screen with clear agitation. "You're going to stay home the rest of today, princess," was all he said, snatching her discarded panties from the floor to hastily clean himself before rising. "If you leave, I'll find out. And you don't want to know what I'll do if that happens," his phone buzzed, making his eyes flicker from her livid face to his screen. "Tch, amateurs," he muttered to himself as he scrolled through the messages.
"I want to talk about this!" She scrambled up to her feet, wobbling a little with the sudden rush of blood to her head. He caught her elbow to steady her, looking so absurdly large beside her with every muscle flexed and rippling as if ready for a fight. "If you leave right now, don't fucking bother coming back," she yanked her arm out of his grasp and walked away, ignoring the fact she could do either was only because he allowed it. When she turned, she had hoped to see him following her, but he was striding back to her balcony instead with his mask in hand. Her heart sank...he was pulling her in so many different directions. He was losing her. Did he even know it?
For the rest of the day into the evening, civilians all around the city were getting text alerts evacuating dozens of blocks surrounding Endeavor's hero agency building with reports of a group of villains causing chaos. The images and videos that flashed across her screen were blurred or hazy with smoke and fire, but every so often she'd catch a glimpse of his hulking body or his mask. Despite her words and the possibility he might disappear for several days all over again, she left her balcony door unlocked, staying up until the early morning hours waiting for him until she accidentally dozed off.
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All Might hesitated before he tried pulling open the balcony door, finding himself relieved that she hadn't locked him out in anger. He crossed the threshold as Yagi, what was left of her curtains billowing around him as a breeze blew in, wafting the acrid scent of smoke and fire from his clothes into her room. She stirred, sitting up sleepily and finding him standing in the balcony doorway removing his shoulder pads and harness, backlit by the distant street lights and waxing moon with his villain clothes loose and pooling around him.
"Are you hurt?" she murmured, her voice soft with sleep and heartache. He was peeling off his clothes until naked, climbing into bed without invitation, wanting nothing more than to feel her against him. He curled his body around hers beneath the sheet instead of answering, smelling like sweat and charred wood. She pressed herself back into him willingly, making him groan before his lips found her neck, leaving reverent trails of kisses across her skin. She was his solace, his salve for whatever metaphorical burn he had to endure.
Her breathy whimper was all the permission he needed at first, one hand moving to yank her panties down her thighs despite her half-hearted sleepy protests. His other hand found her throat holding it gently while he continued brushing his lips up the side of her neck and across her shoulder, his blonde bangs falling forward and tickling her skin. She arched her back, spreading her thighs just enough for him to easily maneuver himself into her with a torturously slow thrust. He hissed an inhale through his teeth at how tight she was for him, how willing, how lovely – and perhaps even at his several bruised ribs.
Yagi rocked his hips into hers, his breath already ragged, just needing a quick release. Her soft moans urged him on, making him shift his hands, one kneading her breasts greedily while the other slipped between her legs to manipulate her clit with brutal precision. His expert touch had her writhing and shaking against him within mere minutes while his bucking grew frantic and erratic, her crying out and his shout strangled as they crashed at the same peak, Yagi unabashedly undone and pouring into her.
"Sweet girl," he buried his face into her hair, one arm wrapping around her waist to pull her taut to his body. Yagi's other arm crossed her chest, his hand finding hers flat against the mattress and entwining their fingers together to hold her hand just before his eyes fluttered shut with exhaustion.
Come morning, he was gone. Her sheets smelled like chaos and smoke and sweat, like him. She sighed deeply and held her pillow closer in his absence, feeling so out of place in her own bed without him. What a complete and utter mess they were.
[Don't forget, this author has a praise kink! Tell me what you enjoyed or what you'd like to see. I'm also publishing an Endeavor fanfic in between the chapters for this if you need something to hold you over. A side character's title (the Artisan) only mentioned in this chapter is a nod to Attachment by Samnit, which inspired me to write this. I'm excited for the chapter when you meet them, but they only share the name, so don't get too hyped haha. Find me on tiktok under LilithTheReader if you want regular updates!]