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A/N: It's been years since I wrote something. Let's go!

Summary: If someone told Toshinori seven years ago that he would be happily married, with a child on the way. He would have politely told them to shove it, and share whatever they were smoking. Mirai's quirk had predicted he would die in about six years, so he really needed the strong stuff. DekuMight, AU, Domestic Fluff, Mpreg

Warnings

AU Cannon Divergence

Mpreg

Unbeta

A Dragon's Hoard

It was the gentle warmth of the morning sun that stirred him awake. Since it was summer, he had left the window open to cool the room last night, but doing so had caused the curtains to flutter for the gentle breeze; allowing the sunlight to seep through. Not that it was the infamous glaring mid-day sun which usually burnt his face, but judging by its brightness Toshinori estimated that it would be around mid morning when he finally gathered the willpower to wake up. Slowly blinking away the sleep lingering in his eyes and shifting his position from face down to up, he reached out to the other side of his bed. Finding nothing, but cool sheets and pillows made him turn his head towards the empty space.

'He must have gotten up first.' The blonde mused. A little disappointed that his husband wasn't there next to him as he awaken, but he really couldn't complain. Most of the time, his partner would be there to wake up with him and not everyone wanted to sleep in on the weekends all the time.

Shifting from side to side for a bit before reluctantly pulling himself from the bed, Toshinori made his way to the ensuite bathroom to relieve himself. Due to his current physical condition, his diet had changed to a largely liquid based meal plan, to prevent an overload of what remains of his digestive system. Not that he couldn't eat solid food. He did eat his three meals, which were solid – although in smaller portions. However, in order to ensure he wasn't losing more weight; he had to increase his calorie intake through additional meals that were liquid in nature. Shakes, soups, stews were some of his middle meals; but it left him with a side effect of frequent bathroom visits. He had made peace with this change a long time ago, but there were times he had wished he could remain in bed without the pressure of his bladder keeping him awake.

Washing his hands and brushing his teeth; Toshinori glanced at his reflection in the full-length wall bathroom mirror as he drowsily ran a hand through his hair. Trying to calm the bed head into something more civilised and acceptable. Rinsing his mouth one last time, he took in his appearance once more. Due to the summer heat he had only slept in his blue and white striped boxers. He could have sworn he wore a baggy t-shirt the night before, but he recalled being annoyed with the summer humidity, thus stripping it off himself in the middle of the night and throwing it on the floor. Although a quick glance at the bedroom floor disproved that hazy memory.

'Perhaps it was heat hallucination.' He mused amusedly.

Tracing the scar on his left side, Toshinori smiled. He had come a long way from what he used to be all those years ago.

Seven years ago, before he met his husband, he recalled not even being able to look at himself in the mirror. He had hated seeing his emaciated form. Especially that scar on his left. He hadn't regretted the actions which resulted in him becoming what he was today; but being the epitome of human physique and form for over twenty years had made him rather bitter and disdainful towards his current body. He recalled how he favoured oversized clothing and would never undress apart from showering. Dressing was always done without a mirror, and even when he did use it; it was to simply to ensure he hadn't looked entirely homeless.

There were times he couldn't recognise the man in the mirror. A man being completely happy and content with his life. Placing his hand over his scar, he smiled at the reflection. It was seven years ago he had shown the scar to his husband and the man cried in return. He recalled the panic he felt at that reaction, but also was strangely touched when he realised the man cried for him. Not at him. He recalled the tentative touch his partner's hand had when they reached out and placed their palm on the old wound. He could still remember the speechless which came over him, as his partner, at the time a student about to enter high school, thanked him repeatedly for all that he had done and sacrificed.

At that time, all those around him, those who knew of his predicament, remained silent. He could see the sympathy in their gazes, and it did nothing but only anger him. He recalled the anger and frustration at not being able to use his quirk correctly. The bitterness of being held back, being unable to help, being powerless, being once again – quirkless. Those around him, who knew of One For All couldn't truly understand the limitations of being quirkless. So it was useless to confide in them about the thoughts and feelings plaguing his mind. As a result, Toshinori withdrew into himself. Taking his insecurities, frustration and anger along with him. Burying them deep within his heart and mind.

Then Nighteye's prediction came.

His death.

Toshinori flinched internally at the memories he had of that time. Although, he had faced the prospect of dying many times in his career as a Pro. Being given a time frame for his ultimate demise was a rather difficult pill to swallow.

Even for him.

Ironically, it was during the lowest point of his life did he meet his future husband.

X.

Toshinori trudged through streets as he made his way back from Togata Mirio's house. He had to hand it to Mirai for his suggestion; the kid was perfect to be the successor, and he had no regrets passing the One For All to the high schooler. Despite the satisfaction he had by choosing a worthy successor and fulfilling his duty to pass down the torch; the feeling of resentment still lingered deep within his mind and heart. He knew that he wouldn't be an active hero forever. That he would eventually retire. He just didn't expect it this soon. In this way.

"I didn't expect dying this soon either." He muttered under his breath as he made his way home. He still had to sort out Young Mirio's training plan.

Walking for another couple minutes entirely lost in his thoughts, a cry for help immediately snapped Toshinori out of his musing. It was a completely instinctive response of turning into his hero form and attacking the perpetrator. However, no matter how high he was in the heroics industry, he still made some rudimentary mistakes. Perhaps it was due to emotional and mental turmoil he was currently facing that led him having miscalculated his time limit; and wound up transforming back into his pathetic skinny form immediately.

Who knows?

Silver lining - a t least he defeated the villain.

Looking at his rescuee, happened to be a middle school student in their gakuran uniform, clearly bewildered. Toshinori reasoned, 'Since it's one person, no one is going to believe him that All Might deflated like a balloon into a scarecrow.' He considered, 'Could have been worse.'

Suddenly he felt the blood flood his mouth and Toshinori ended up collapsing to his knees coughing aggressively. Pushing his limit had always made the fits more violent than normal. This seemed to have snapped the boy from his stupor and Toshinori soon found a clean white handkerchief held to his face and a gentle rhythmic patting on his back. There were no words exchanged between them as his coughing fit gradually subsided. He noticed the boy had yet to move from his side and the gentle patting on his back had morphed into slow soothing rub. Toshinori sighed as he leaned into the touch whilst trying to regulate his breathing. It had been a long time since someone had touched him without the intention of a fight or spar.

"Is everything alright now, All Might?"

The question broke him from his reverie, he nodded reluctantly, "Yeah." Disappointed as the boy withdrew from him, "Sorry about your handkerchief." Glancing at the now blood-soaked material in his hand.

"Please, it's nothing." The boy waved his hands frantically.

An awkward pause fell between them, as either of them didn't know how to continue the conversation. Probably due to being the younger of the two, the boy broke the silence first, "Umm All Might?" he asked nervously, "Shouldn't we contain the villain?"

"Of course, my boy." He replied, equally flustered. He found it strange - the kid's easy acceptance of his physical transformation without any questions. He had been expecting a reaction of disbelief or distrust. Perhaps the boy was still in shock. "Let's use those soda bottles." He gestured to the containers sticking out of the nearby plastic recycle bin. The boy nodded walking towards the container and fished out a couple of large plastic bottles. Handing him some, they both knelt on the floor and began scooping the slime into the discarded soda bottles.

Working in silence, this time it was Toshinori's curiosity that made him ask, as they scooped up the sludge, "You are awfully quick to take in what just happened."

The boy stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting the blonde to speak to him, before laughing nervously, "Ahhhh- It seems like something you didn't want me to see. So… I didn't think it was something I should ask."

'Perceptive.' Toshinori thought as he eyed the boy in front of him.

Although he referred to the middle schooler as a boy. He was actually more of a teen. If it wasn't for the gakuran, Toshinori would have considered him to be a high school student. There wasn't much striking about the boy, he was on the wiry side in terms of build; but then again, all teens entering puberty were all nothing but gangly limbs. There were no physical indications of a quirk, neither did he display any ability unconsciously – something youngsters tend to do before they fine-tuned their control. Appearance wise; green hair and eyes were uncommon, but not unusual. However, those freckles did make his eyes stand out.

Changing the topic, "Usually when I rescue people, the adrenaline would make them activate their quirk which can make the rescue a bit more complicated." Toshinori commented idly, usually speaking about quirks was considered a safe topic. "I didn't see that with you, which was admirable."

He knew he had placed a foot in his mouth when the boy froze once more and didn't meet his eyes. Whatever it was, the topic was obviously not welcomed. Figuring out a way to peddle back and apologize for whatever wrong button he had pushed, Toshinori almost missed the soft response of, "I'm quirkless."

It was now his turn to freeze.

Seriously. What were the chances of running into a quirkless person after giving away his quirk and them finding out his true form.

Perhaps it was a sign.

Perhaps it was the universe's way of telling him to talk about those feelings he had buried and locked inside, by giving him the perfect person to confide in.

"No matter, still it's admirable you didn't overly panic." He replied smoothly and then proceeded to explain his current condition and possible demise. Lifting up the t-shirt, he showed the boy his scar. Even though he felt a kinship with the young teen, he obviously left out the part about One For All. Regardless, it felt refreshing to finally speak his feelings and know the listener would be able to empathise with him. The limits which are now in place and the half life he had to live. The words just seemed to tumble out of his mouth. However, Toshinori didn't make an effort to stop them. With every confession it felt as if the suffocating pressure within him reduced ever so slightly. Perhaps it was due to him not knowing who this kid was and the chances of meeting him again were almost down to none.

After what was pretty much a long rant of his frustrations and grief, Toshinori found himself breathing heavily to catch his breath. Even breathing was easier, now that everything was off his chest. He noticed the teen hadn't said a single word, but his eyes were focused on him intensely.

When was the last time someone just listened to him?

To him, not All Might.

He couldn't remember.

"Uhh…" the teen begins. Toshinori could hear the hesitation in his voice, but the boy took a deep breath to steel himself and this time his voice was firmer, "May I..?" He reached slowly out with his hand.

At first he didn't understand what the teen was asking from him, but as he followed the shift in gaze; it dawned on him. Not knowing which train of thought made him agree, but Toshinori found himself nodding, bending down and lifting his shirt. Perhaps the kid lied and he did have a quirk. An ability that made people susceptible and comply with his requests.

'Yeah, if that was the case. He would have requested the villain to let him go.' His mind snarked.

Who was he kidding? This wasn't an effect of a quirk. Just himself.

They weren't far apart, for in a matter of seconds he felt a cool and soft palm against the mangled skin of his left side. It had been years since someone other than himself had touched this scar. Even back then, those medics didn't have this level of tenderness the boy had as he traced the old wound. Neither of them uttered a word. Both not wanting to break the spell that had descended over them. Toshinori caught himself once again leaning into the touch and tried to pull back.

Surely, he wasn't that touch starved? Was he?

However, he was stopped when a similar palm touched his right cheek.

"I'm sorry." The boy's voice cracked. Toshinori couldn't help but stare at those green eyes in shock, which now held unshed tears.

"I'm so sorry." Why was the teen apologizing? Why was he crying?

"I'm sorry." He did know that he wasn't the cause of this injury?

He should have consoled the boy, but he couldn't. Throughout his career he had many people come crying to him, and had become quite proficient with comforting them. He knew which words to say and how to say them. However, all that experience he had accumulated had fled him in this moment. His mind was blank. For all his time in hero work, he had never come across a situation where someone cried for him.

Feeling the boy's arms wrap around his neck, pulling Toshinori's face into his much smaller shoulder as he kept whispering, "I'm sorry."

Toshinori didn't cry when they told him about the injury. He didn't cry when they told him of the limits. He didn't cry when they told his quality of life would decrease. He didn't cry when Mirai predicted his death. He couldn't cry. He couldn't voice his frustration. He couldn't express his sadness. He had to keep smiling and remain strong. He was the number one hero. If he showed any weakness, that would crumble the peace and trust he had worked so hard for. He had to stand up and keep going.

"You've done so much, and scarified so much. You've given so much to the world. You don't deserve this. This shouldn't have happened to you. I'm sorry." He knew that it was the boy in front of him saying those words. Whos name he didn't even know. He didn't know who should have said them; but it were the words he desperately needed to hear. Tears pricked his eyes as he returned the embrace, burying his face in the teen's shoulder. Releasing the iron grip he had on his emotions; Toshinori allowed himself a moment of weakness. He couldn't stop the flood of sobs which left his throat. All the years of repressed frustration and sadness built within him just poured out of him then and there, as the kid ran his hands through his golden hair, whilst whispering how unfair the world was to him.

They remained like that until Toshinori felt exhausted and empty. Until every pent-up emotion had left him, leaving him in this strange empty, but lighter shell of a body. Neither of them pulled away from the embrace, but he knew they couldn't remain like this. Clearing his throat, Toshinori gently lifted his head. He could see the reluctance in the boy's eyes, which softened his heart, but nonetheless the teen released his hold.

Tidying up their appearance in silence, though awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. Gathering the villain, who was still knocked out in the soda bottles; they quietly made their way to the nearest police station. Before reaching their destination, Toshinori turned towards the young teen beside him.

"Thanks for all of... that. It helped a lot. Really." He awkwardly began, "I'm sorry, I know this is pretty rude, but I didn't catch your name."

"Please don't mention it. It's nothing compared to what you have done." Not even the sun could beat that smile, "I'm Midoriya Izuku."

Quickly recovering from the daze, he replied softly, "It's a pleasure to meet you Midoriya-Kun. I'm Yagi Toshinori."

The least he could repay this boy with, was give him his name. It was highly unlikely they would meet again, with his remaining life span and workload.

X.

'How fucking wrong that was.' He snorted.

"Toshi, what on earth are you staring at?" A familiar fond voice broke through his trip down memory lane. Turning his head towards the speaker, Toshinori took in the figure by the entrance.

The now twenty-one-year-old Midoriya Izuku, stood leaning against the bathroom door frame with arms folded. Hair still messy from sleep, and dressed in nothing but a large oversized t-shirt – so that's where his red night shirt went. Not that he minded. The young man looked absolutely ravishing in it; the bottom hem barely covered his plump bottom, highlighting those long, lean legs that went on for days. Izuku had obviously grown taller, but still considerably shorter than himself. His build was still wiry but far more toned and developed compared to their first meeting. He still had those freckles dusting his cheeks which gave him a youthful look overall. If Toshinori had to pick which feature he liked most about Izuku, it would be that no doubt.

"Just you." Toshinori replied, smiling softly at the younger man.

Izuku arched an eyebrow in disbelief, before scoffing lightly, "Liar."

He hummed in response, but didn't elaborate. No need to spoil this rather wonderful Sunday morning with past memories.

Realising that he wasn't going to receive an answer, Izuku turned around as he chimes, "Either way, hurry up Toshi. Otherwise it would be a cold breakfast for you."

Before Izuku could leave his reach, Toshinori reached out and pulled the younger man towards him. The action must have come as a surprise for Izuku, for it showed on his face and his mouth was half opened to voice his thoughts on the matter. Smirking at the shocked expression, Toshinori immediately lowered his head once Izuku was locked in his embrace, and pressed his lips against the smaller man's ones. The half-slacked jaw made it easy for him to slip his tongue in to deepen the kiss, by caressing Izuku's relaxed one with his. There was a brief second, in which his husband's brain had caught up with what just took place, and subsequently melted into the embrace. Toshinori felt Izuku ease against him as the younger man wrapped his arms around his neck, returning the kiss.

Toshinori gently suckled on Izuku's lower lip and nibbled at it a bit before diving back into the warm, wet cavern. He always liked to see his husband's lips slightly swollen after a kiss. It seemed to complement the dazed look Izuku usually wore whenever they kissed deeper than the normal peck. Perhaps it was his own ego or possessiveness that made him curl up in satisfaction, at being the one behind that expression on Izuku.

Either way he wasn't apologizing for it.

Allowing his hands to move from the younger man's waist, Toshinori placed one hand behind Izuku's head, at the base of his neck, providing some support as he pressed in a little deeper. Meanwhile, his other hand gradually made its way downwards, slipping beneath the red night shirt and groping at one of the man's soft but firm butt cheeks. Squeezing it gently, causing Izuku to moan wantonly into his mouth, eyes fluttering close as he pressed further into Toshinori's arms. Hearing the rather obvious sound of pleasure, provoked Toshinori to growl in return as he watched his husband progressively become more and more aroused before him. He always treasured the fact; he was the only one who could pull such sounds from Izuku.

That he was the only one who could see Izuku in this state.

Despite popular belief, Yagi Toshinori considered himself an extremely possessive man. Sure, he was rather relaxed about most of his possessions and would always be willing to share with anyone. Be it food, time or experience he wouldn't blink in hesitation to part with it. Sharing was caring after all. Even many of his close acquaintances claim he was an extremely generous man. However, what most of them didn't know is that he guarded what he truly considered his, fiercely. Nana, one of the few who had seen this selfish part of him, had once compared this nature akin to a dragon guarding his hoard; and currently the crowning jewel of his hoard being Izuku.

This possessiveness he held towards his husband didn't happen overnight. It was something that developed over the years, and gradually creeped into every corner of his heart and mind. After their initial meeting, Toshinori quickly found himself bumping into the teen more often. It could have been due to them living in the same district, but they wound up accompanying each other in their daily jogs and cleaning up of the Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It was during their many voluntary community service sessions Toshinori learnt about Izuku's dream to be a hero.

Looking back to that time, he couldn't say for certain if his suggestion to Izuku about joining the Department of Support in Yuei; was purely due to him solely wanting the boy's dream of helping people come true. For deep down he also wanted to keep Izuku in his life.

They had been clearing the beach slowly right throughout Izuku's final year of middle school, and unfortunately the garbage wasn't infinite. Toshinori knew that they would progressively see less of each other when the boy enrolled for high school, and Izuku was considering some other institutions for his career path in hero analytics. Toshinori couldn't accept letting the boy go. Izuku had become someone so precious in his life that he couldn't stomach losing. He lost Nana. He couldn't lose Izuku. Not when he finally found someone who he could confide his deepest insecurities, fears and thoughts. Not when he finally found someone who accepted and cared for him as Yagi Toshinori, not as All Might.

Looking back, Toshinori thought that his need to monopolise Izuku's time was just him not being used to having someone to talk to honestly. It did eat at him that he couldn't be completely honest about his quirkless nature, but if it meant keeping the boy safe; he would bare with it. At the beginning of Izuku's high school years, he had initially dismissed the irritations of seeing Izuku spending time with anyone else other than himself, as simple childish selfishness. That it was simply as if his best friend was having other friends. However, that irritation was far harder to ignore when Bakugou Katsuki and Todoroki Shoto were involved. Toshinori tried to hide it, but some of it still seeped out. Especially when Aizawa commented absentmindedly that he was far tougher on those two in teaching compared to the rest of the class. Thankfully, he managed to pass the reason off as those two being talented had resulted in the increased harshness.

Toshinori recalled being mortified shortly afterwards; for it forced him to accept what truly his feelings were towards the teen. He had fallen for Izuku; and he had fallen hard. He recalled the cold wave of awareness which washed over him, as it dawned on him. Forcing him into the teacher's male washroom cubicle to panic in private. He was going to die in about five years; so, what was the point in confessing or acting out on his feelings? Just enjoy whatever time he had left with Izuku, he remembers thinking.

Which worked out fine, until they saved Eri.

Rendering all of Nighteye's predictions obsolete.

Never before had Toshinori felt such an emotional stalemate. The grief from the death of his colleague and friend, mixed in with the sheer relief of no longer having a count down to his death, was best described as an odd feeling. He had pretty much gone into emotional shock, until he sat down with Izuku after school in one of the Support Department's labs for their usual chat. It was amidst discussing some random topic when it hit him that pursuing Izuku as a potential suitor was now a viable option.

That thought terrified him.

Once more, Toshinori found himself locked in a stall of the male's washroom as he gathered his emotions. He knew the age difference was against them, not to mention his health and Izuku's position as a student. He knew that the right thing was to bow out; but he couldn't let the teen go. The mere thought of handing Izuku over to anyone else left such a bitter taste in mouth, he snarled. Izuku was his, and he couldn't share him with anyone. The only way he could let the teen go, would be if Izuku himself wanted to break-off their relationship. Only then would he respectfully bow out - only if the teen declined his affection, but not until he made those feelings known to the younger man first. He would wait until the teen graduated from Yuei to confess, but that didn't mean he would allow those brats from the Departments of Heroics to gain the upper hand.

With his new resolve, Yagi Toshinori walked out of that washroom stall a new man.

"Honestly, Toshi… What has gotten into you?" Izuku's voice once more brings him back to reality. Realising that his thoughts had caused him to pause their actions. Leaving a rather flustered and aroused Izuku waiting impatiently in his arms.

His hair was tousled, eye's dazed and lips slightly swollen. Toshinori drank in the sight greedily; pleased with the knowledge that he was the one responsible for the man's current state. Leaning down once more he began kissing Izuku's neck, occasionally sucking at the skin to leave a trail of red marks behind.

"Nothing, but nostalgia." He whispered into the skin between his kisses, "Just thinking back to how lucky I am to win you over."

"Toshi, you won me over long before you confessed." Izuku whispered back breathlessly.

"Maybe..." Thinking back to all the casual touches and embraces exchanged during those four years at Yuei. They were unusually tactile, but nothing alarming for those around them to comment about. "One cannot be too careful, with all your other suitors running around."

Izuku huffed out a laugh, "Honestly, I don't know where you got it into your head; that Kaachan and Todoroki-Kun wanted to date me." His breath hitched and lets out a low moan as Toshinori suckled a rather large hickey just below his chin, on his neck. It was too high to cover with any collared shirt and turtlenecks in summer were such an obvious tell. "They are just friends – Ahhh!"

Toshinori smirked as he bit down gently at the juncture of Izuku's neck and shoulder. It was one the younger man's many pleasure spots, and among the first he discovered when they started being intimate.

"You shouldn't mention other men, when you are moaning shamelessly in the arms of your husband." He chastised fondly, teasing as he licked the bite mark. It wasn't deep, just a little red and would take a couple days to heal. Like the rest of the marks he had left. Izuku would definitely fuss about them later; for tomorrow was Monday and his colleagues would certainly tease him about it. Not to mention that Toshinori knew he had a meeting scheduled with heros Ground Zero and Shoto in the morning.

"Well, I don't know why my husband is being such a possessive bastard." Izuku gasped in return. "Especially when he fucked a baby into me."

Toshinori felt something twist with possessive satisfaction within his stomach at that comment. With their bodies pressed close to each other; he could feel the beginnings of Izuku's tell-tale baby bump against his own flat stomach. If asked, the news did surprise him. Given what had happened to his body, he wasn't the picture of male virility. That and the many check-ups which pretty much implied his infertility. It was an insecurity of his, not being able to give Izuku the large family he had dreamed of; but the man simply kissed him sweetly that day, and reassured him they could just adopt instead when the time was right. Regardless, in hindsight, they still should have been careful and used contraceptives; for not long afterwards, Toshinori found a happily crying Izuku clutching a positive pregnancy test in this very same washroom. Needless to say, he too joined the waterworks when the news finally sank in.

Flipping Izuku around so they were both facing the bathroom mirror, Toshinori continued lavishing his neck with marks. Grinding his erection against the man's bare bottom, he used one of his hands to crawl beneath the baggy shirt to twist one Izuku's nipples; resulting in a hitched breath and series of low gasps leaving his husband's mouth. Toshinori kept his eyes on the reflection, memorising every expression Izuku displayed as he allowed his other hand to travel further down towards his partner's erected cock. Gripping the length and stroking it slowly, Izuku's eyes flew open, hands grasping at Toshinori's arm on his chest, as he arched his back; pressing further into the ever-growing erection in taller male's boxers.

It certainly is a sight to behold.

'And all mine.' He thought as his gaze fell to the ring on Izuku's finger, then further down towards the younger man's abdomen.

Izuku wasn't far into his pregnancy as he could hide all evidence underneath his looser clothing. They had yet to tell many of their acquaintances, except for Izuku's mother and Recovery Girl (who were informed immediately, of course). Toshinori always felt conflicted about revealing the pregnancy. Part of his wanted to keep the new development a secret, in order to protect Izuku and their unborn child from potential attacks. He maybe retired, but that didn't mean there wasn't an exhaustive list of enemies who wanted to make his life painful. Meanwhile the possessive side of him wanted to show off Izuku's belly, to ward off any lingering suitors. He knew he was being petty, but he really wanted to see Bakugou's and Todoroki's reactions to the news.

He did savour their reaction towards their engagement. The pregnancy would definitely garner a better response.

Moving his hand from Izuku's nipples to stroke his belly, Toshinori growled in annoyance as the red shirt fell down, obscuring his view in the mirror. Picking up on his irritation, Izuku let out an exasperated, but fond sigh; before quickly removing the red night shirt from himself.

"You have been awfully touchy since we got to know about the pregnancy." He gasped between the moans, as Toshinori increased the speed of his strokes.

"I've always been touchy." Toshinori quipped into his husband's ear. Watching every twitch and shudder, as he fisted Izuku's cock. Pressing his thumb at the tip, before circling the head gently always made the younger man keen with pleasure.

"Lies Toshi." Izuku panted, "You know what I– Ahhh!" Whatever he was going to say was shortly cut off by a loud moan, as Toshinori slipped a finger past the tight ring of muscle. He had moved his hand from stoking his husband's belly to circling the rim of muscles behind, pausing when he noticed that Izuku was still wet from their previous night's activity. Indicating that the younger man hadn't fully cleaned himself, with the intention of having a repeat performance later on. Releasing a low growl, he returned to kissing Izuku's neck whilst keeping an eye on the younger man's reactions. Despite all this time, nothing reassured him more than his partner desiring him.

Feeling around for a bit, he knew he had found the spot when Izuku jolted, releasing a sharp cry as his eyes once more flew open. Toshinori gently bent Izuku forward, allowing the man to brace himself against the mirror. Not allowing the man to come down from his sudden pleasure spike, he increased the pace of his strokes on Izuku's cock, while simultaneously placing pressure on his prostrate. Once he felt Izuku tense up – a tell he was approaching his climax, Toshinori tightened his fist over Izuku's cock and pulled back his fingers to the rim; and then began a slow teasing of the tight ring of muscle, by scissoring with his fingers.

"Toshi!" Izuku whined frustrated as he glared at him through the mirror. However, Toshinori couldn't feel any guilt. He loved riling up his husband, not only because the man would give him the most adorable stink eye; but because he would return in kind. Izuku was what he would consider a rather shy and passive lover, maybe due to his childhood filled with bullies for being a quirkless kid. However, as they became more comfortable with each other, Toshinori noticed the man turned out to be far more proactive, especially when he riled up.

Clearly, he was frustrated enough, for Toshinori quickly found his husband turning around and dropping to his knees. Understanding what was to come, he quickly divested of his boxers and spreads his stance so his much-neglected cock was at the perfect height for his husband's mouth.

He couldn't hold back the low groan as Izuku gripped the base of his cock with one hand, while the other went to cup his balls. He watched intensely as those slightly swollen lips parted and a small pink tongue emerged to tentatively lick the head of his weeping cock. He must have seen this scene a million times, but the sheer arousal it brought him never diminished. Izuku then slowly began licking the head, pulling back the skin and pumping the length a couple more times before gradually engulfing the head with his mouth. Ensuring his lips had covered his teeth, he then began to suck.

Toshinori let out a shudder as he felt the wet warmth encircle his cock, and buried a hand in Izuku's hair. Biting his lower lip as he felt the man's tongue swivel around the head, occasionally alternating between flicking at the opening and rubbing the underside of the head. This would without fail pull a series of moans from his mouth and frantic griping of his husband's hair. Despite his shy personality, Izuku was adventurous in bed. Yes, it took some warming up, and Toshinori still held the memories of their awkward but sweet first time together fondly. He recalled how his husband, then boyfriend, was frightened slightly by his size. However, with a lot of prep and lube, it was barely considered an issue. Now looking down at the man gradually wetting and swallowing more of his length expertly, showed how far he had come.

Hollowing his cheeks to increase the pressure of the vacuum, Izuku began to slowly pump his head back and forth. Toshinori used his hand gripping the man's hair and rocking his hips to match his partner's pace. Although, that steady rhythm was interrupted when he realised the man was taking him deeper into his mouth. Not wanting to choke his husband, Toshinori allowed Izuku to decide the pace and stood still; watching intensely as he felt Izuku take him further into his mouth bit by bit.

Toshinori could feel tightness increasing as Izuku deep throated him and moaned out his name as the man somehow began tightening his throat repetitively, squeezing the head of his cock. Swearing as he gripped his husband's hair, Toshinori looked down once more and burnt the sight below him into his memory. There was still about an inch left before Izuku's lips reached the base of his cock; his green eyes were half lidded with tears collected at the edge, while both hands had gripped his thighs for stability. They stayed in this position for a moment, before Izuku slowly pulled back for air; and then immediately returned to his previous position.

God, seeing the embodiment of purity and innocence, kneeling on a bathroom floor, debauched with his cock in their mouth and tears in their eyes, immediately sent him over the edge.

He was glad that he had all of Izuku's first; and as far as he was concerned, he would ensure he would be his last.

There was no way anyone was allowed to see what he had before him.

This was for him alone.

Izuku was his.

"Enough." Toshinori growled, extracting him slowly and completely from the younger man's mouth. Placing his hands underneath his husband's armpits, he lifted Izuku up to his feet. The man was still slightly dazed as if he was drunk on cock. Smiling at the spaced-out expression, Toshinori went in for a brief and deep kiss before flipping the man back to facing the mirror. Instinctively, Izuku braced himself and bent forward, presenting his ass to Toshinori.

Unable to resist the urge, Toshinori slapped the white globes, pulling a sharp keen from Izuku. Rubbing the cheeks in apology as he spread them, whilst looking down at the pink ring he had teased not too long ago. Despite being extremely wet from the amazing blow job and the teasing of earlier had loosen Izuku, Toshinori wasn't going to chance it. Although his husband had claimed that he loved the burn of the stretch, it didn't harm for a little extra lube. He wanted Izuku to feel him for days, in a good way; not in a donut cushions on seats way. Thankfully, they had a habit of keeping a bottle of lube in the bathroom.

Slicking his cock and spreading the excess on Izuku's opening, pulling a frustrated whine from his husband.

"Patience, Izuku." He whispered as he positioned himself.

Watching Izuku's expression as he entered was the most arousing sight in his life, and he could never become tired of it. Seeing the way his mouth would fall open slightly to gasp, eyes out of focus, back arched, hands clawing and thighs trembling; was such an erotic display. He could even see the rush of gooseflesh which would appear across Izuku's skin as the pleasure flushed through him. Toshinori shuddered as well, feeling the familiar wet, tight heat engulf his entire length. Pausing a moment for Izuku to adjust and for him not to lose the control he had over his climax. He wasn't young, his refractory period wasn't what it used to be, so he had to pace this carefully.

Pulling out slowly from Izuku, allowing both of them to feel every drag and strain as the cock left opening. Only when the tip of his cock was left in that delicious wet heat did Toshinori thrust back in, this time a little harder. Watching Izuku's expression slowly descend even further into pleasure, he changed his angle thrusting. Growling in satisfaction when the man let out a squeal in delight and his legs buckled, as Toshinori hit the spot he was searching for. Shifting his hands from Izuku's waist, Toshinori pulled up his husband to a half standing position, with Izuku's back to his front. Running his hands against his husband's side, stroking the baby bump and tweaking his nipples, Toshinori began leaving more kiss marks on the back of Izuku's neck.

It wasn't an intense session, as both of them were already half way through their climax with the foreplay. Instead it was a steady build of tension, and thrusting as muscles contracted. Toshinori could feel as the pleasure coil within his stomach, tightening gradually as it built. Watching Izuku's reaction in the reflection, as the younger man clutched at Toshinori's hands on his body; each moan and mewl growing closer and louder as Toshinori increased in pace. They both moaned and gasped as their respective orgasms hit them. Izuku's came first causing the younger man to cling to him and tighten impossibly around his cock. Toshinori soon followed after rutting in the vice-like grip of his husband's ass. Stumbling from the pleasure, Izuku braced both of them with his hands against the mirror.

They remained panting in that position, trying to regulate their breathing; and slow down the rapid heart rate they both had. After a few seconds, Toshinori gently withdrew his cock out from Izuku, earning a low disappointed whine. His husband had told many times he loved having his length in him and hated the rather empty feeling it left after each session. Smiling affectionately, his eyes never left Izuku's reflection. He couldn't turn his gaze away. Hair messy, with a slight sheen of sweat coating his skin; hickeys littered all around his neck and collar. Izuku still had that blissful look in his eyes and his lips were still swollen.

Toshinori smiled inwardly, entirely satisfied at being the cause of it.

"We should wash up." Toshinori suggested softly, once he knew their breathing returned to normal.

Izuku chuckled in response, "Cold breakfast indefinitely then."

Nipping at the ear, earning a soft yelp and a lazy swat, "I don't mind having breakfast like this."

"I am not." Izuku pouted, scandalised at the mere suggestion of it.

"I'm only teasing." Toshinori pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, which seemed to pacify the younger man. "Its not like we cannot warm it up."

His husband hummed in response, still too drained to keep talking. Smiling at the reflection, Toshinori gently picked up the smaller man and walked towards the bathtub. Placing Izuku in the tub before plugging the drain and turning on the water; he quickly joined him, sitting behind with Izuku seated between his legs. They both relaxed as the water began to fill, the warmth relaxing their tensed and worn out muscles. Once it reached an acceptable level, using his foot Toshinori turned the tap off.

Neither of them spoke as they lounged in the tub; Izuku laying against his chest, lightly dozing while Toshinori caressed the baby bump absentmindedly.

"You are awfully handsy since we got to know about the pregnancy." Izuku comments lazily, breaking the lull.

Not wanting to dodge the hidden question again, Toshinori thought for a moment before answering, "What I have here – what I have in my hands right now was considered impossible just a few years ago." He began thinking back to the time he had resigned himself to his death, "I was prepared to die." Taking in a deep breath, he continued, "Making friends. Falling in love. Having a family – a life, was nothing but a fool's dream not so long ago. It's still hard sometimes... for me to believe that this is all real. It sometimes feels too good to be true. It feels like a dream." Toshinori couldn't keep his voice from cracking, "If it is a dream, I don't want to wake up."

Izuku covered his hands with his own smaller ones; turning his head, Toshinori felt a soft press of lips against his, "I assure you Toshi. This is not a dream. This is all real."

"I still don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You deserve the world and more, All Might."

Toshinori chuckled softly at his old Pro-hero name, "I have no need for the world. I just need you, Izuku."

Pulling his husband closer, he continued, "Thank you for wandering into my life. Thank you for saving me. Thanking you for giving me what I considered a hopeless fantasy. Thank you for choosing me."

Toshinori didn't need to see for he could hear the smile in Izuku's voice, "There wasn't a choice, Toshi. It was always you. Right from the start. Always."

Despite all this time, he couldn't help but let the emotions wash over him. He couldn't identify what they were. Was it relief? Sadness? Happiness? A mix? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that it was intense and there was no barrier to stop them. It seems that Izuku's previous statement had taken down some mental wall. Perhaps he still had some leftover insecurities lingering in the back of his mind after all. Allowing the tears to run down his face, Toshinori let out a muffled sob. Izuku had turned and embraced him, tucking his head into his chest.

"There is no need to cry." Izuku whispered as he ran a hand through Toshinori's hair. "It's fine now. Why? Because I am here.

A/N: It has been a while since I've written something. Slowly getting back into the writing game, so thought I'll warm up with a little one-shot with my current favourite ship. I've noticed a lot of fics in this pairing focus more on Izuku's perspective, which was why I challenged myself to write one only from Toshi's point of view.

Feel free to share your thoughts and comments about it. Would love to hear it! Would love to hear it! You even can reach out to me on Twitter(MiaVilmarix).