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His hands flew down the instant he figured out what you were trying to do.“Sweetheart, n-no.” He clumsily tried to crawl backwards, to avoid your wandering hands, but he hit the edge of the couch and was stuck with his back to the arm rest. “You’re drunk. Don’t.”You were grabbing at his the bulge through his sweatpants, scoffing, pressing your lazy lips against the cotton material where you could feel him twitching underneath. You groaned pathetically.“Noooo. It’s fine. Y'wanna know why it’s fine?” You slurred and looked up through half lidded eyes, your spilling cleavage and sultry look so clearly in sight and framed perfectly around his tented pants. All Might was sweating, vibrating, desperately praying in his head for whoever was out there to give him strength to do the right thing.“W-why?” He swallowed thickly.“Number one,” you held up a finger, “I know I’m drunk, and that’s okay. And number two,” you held up four fingers, “you’re so totally hard right now and I just wanna make you feel good.”
All Might shook his head from side to side, trying to push you away by your shoulders, though it wasn’t doing much with your dead weight. “Sweetheart, please,” he whined. When he noticed his pushing wasn’t doing any good, he tried to scooch his way up the arm rest and possibly escape your prying hands that why, but his erection was aching and so strained, just imagining putting that much effort into his escape made the pain excruciating. You started to palm his cock, rubbing it in circular motions, and you grinned gleefully when you heard a “shit” seethe through his clenched teeth.“My big bbboy likes that…” You groggily pressed more kisses to the material and, that fated moment All Might was hoping you wouldn’t be cognitive enough to get that far, you began clawing your little fingers through the slit of his sweatpants. You tsk’d hard when your fingers met the material of boxer shorts, another barrier you’d have to fumble your way through. “God, what kinda man wears underwear under his pajama pants.”‘An old man.’ All Might groaned internally. His body was naturally jerking away from your hands, the moment was getting too real too soon. He could try reasoning with your drunk self but you would keep persisting. It would be so much easier to let go, let you do what you wanted, but poor All Might would never live it down or look at himself in the mirror ever again without being reminded that he allowed this to happen. What kind of man is he? Are you a man or a pig?He was raptured in his inner monologue that he noticed the activity down below had stopped. He looked down and his body deflated from the huge sighed that blew out past his lips once he saw you passed out, face buried in between his outer thigh and the couch. Thank you, whoever you are. He could live with himself another day.All Might wasn’t worried about waking you up. You wouldn’t be stirring in your sleep for many hours to come. He lifted your body carefully and placed you on the opposite side of the couch and found the familiar quilt which he draped over your limp body. He sighed once again, plopping himself down on the side of the couch he was cornered in a mere few seconds ago. He felt almost at peace. Almost, except for the fully erect cock still standing high in his pants. He chewed his dry lips and sunk down further into the couch. He closed his eyes and prayed again.
Please forgive me for what I’m about to do. Fucking hell. I’m sorry, sweetheart.
A trembling hand slipped through the bands of his pants and boxer shorts and began pumping his dick, slicked from all the moisture that builded up and a tiny bead of pre cum he felt seep out when your hands started to paw at his boxers, so close to their destination. What if you went through with it, what if he didn’t back away? Your sloppy, drunk tongue and kisses up and down his cock and the fervent slurping sounds that would’ve came with it. He shuddered and he squeezed his eyes shut. You would’ve been too drunk to realize what you were doing wrong; you would be breathing through your nose and you would’ve deepthroated him without a second thought. You would’ve been choking on his cock with tears in your eyes and cum gushing from the corners of your mouth–“--Fuck!” All Might gasped and curled forward as he came into his hand, still hidden beneath his tight sweatpants. He panted and remained hunched over for several minutes, taking an occasional glance in your direction. You snored away, mouth agape. All Might wiped away a trickle of saliva from his chin.
Please forgive the former Symbol of Peace, for such an abhorrent display, this is not what I stand for. Oh, sweetheart, please forgive me.
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What's wrong with you? You should've called me.This isn't like you. I wish you would've told me sooner.Every word that slipped and every word that you typed wasn't good enough. There was no point--everyone would still be mad at you regardless of how weakly you held up your shield and internally beg for them to understand. Couldn't they see you just needed help?Alone in the bedroom, your sensitive eyes couldn't even stand the brightness of your phone on the lowest setting. You tried talking to friends and family members but they were probably getting irritated with your decrepit words and a conversation that was running in circles with no end or hope for a conclusion. You were seeking out attention but you denied it as well. What's wrong with you?Yours ears pricked up to a sound, and you held your breath so tightly you grew lightheaded. It was the front door of the apartment opening and shutting as softly as possible, followed by a pair of shoes being kicked off. You released the breath you were holding and replaced it with sharp, choppy gasps for air, your mind in a state of panic. He wasn't suppose to be home this early, was he? You weren't prepared, you didn't plan this out. He can't see you cry yet again, he'll yell at you too--"Sweetheart?" Toshinori called out into the empty apartment, his voice distant from the wall dividing you. You squealed, clenching your teeth as tears ran down your cheeks and onto your pillow. Don't come in. Maybe if you squeezed the bedsheets enough, if you curled your body into the tightest fetal position possible, you would disappear, or he would give up.The doorknob creaked and you felt the air shift in the room now that Toshinori was obviously standing in the doorway, squinting into the darkness, outlining your body thanks to the natural light coming from the moon. "Darling?" He shut the door behind him, voice a soothing baritone that didn't disturb the atmosphere. You stayed perfectly still. So still, your bones quaked and your muscles screamed in pain. You feigned sleep. Then, an unwanted sob ripped through your chest, and it echoed in your ear, just to taunt you. You but your bottom lip until it turned white. Shit. The floorboards creaked with every tip toe he took. The mattress dipped behind you soon after and his breath wafted past your cheek. You wanted to burst out crying right then and there."Why are you crying?" He sounded so naive and curious, a gentlemen rightfully so, asking so he could help in any way he can.The back of his fingers brushed away the wet strands of hair that were matted to your face by your fresh tears. Instead of giving an answer, you garbled, lips tightly shut, afraid you would behind wailing. His hands glided to your shoulders and felt you shaking."It's okay if you don't want to talk," he rumbled. For a few minutes, he left your side, rummaging around the room. No doubt getting ready for bed. He was under the covers soon enough, chest pressed to your back and nose nestled in your hair."I'm here now," he squeezed your little body into his embrace, kissing your hair. "I'm here for you."A couple of minutes dragged by as Toshinori kissed and stroked what little skin he could reach, and you kept yourself bundled inside, but you were growing so weary, and your eyes were burning, and your head was throbbing. He kept stroking your hands clasped in front of you, playing with your fingers, curling his around yours...he would sometimes hook his pinkie around yours, bring it up to his lips, and kiss it. Your lips quivered."You'll never leave me, right?" you rasped. You felt Toshinori's breathing falter but regain seconds later with a deep sigh."I would never dream of it.""You'll always be my baby," you mumbled, eyes closing.""As long as you'll be mine always," he said, head nuzzling your cheek. He was able to smile when he saw you drift off with the slightest tug on the corner of your mouth.
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The first time his alarm went off, you barely stirred, and you fell back asleep not long after he shut it off.Then it went off again. This time you flinched awake, lifting your head, making sure you were hearing things correctly. It was shut off again. You collapsed back down into bed and fell asleep.It went off a third time. Now, you woke up disgruntled. Every time you managed to drift back asleep, his alarm started blaring again after what seemed like only minutes. Pushing your heavy body to sit up in bed, you looked over and saw Toshinori's body in the tightest fetal position he could manage. That was already a clue that something was up; you always woke up to him spooning you from behind with his face nestled in the back of your head. This morning, his back was facing towards you, hunched, and right on the edge of the bed. You winced as his alarm kept blaring, because for some reason, he wasn't turning it off. You took the liberty of shutting it off yourself but leaning over his lump of a body under the covers and hitting Stop instead of Snooze like he had been doing for the past half hour. Doing this gave you a chance to read the time, and you were shocked to see how late it was. He was expected to be dressed and out of the house in half an hour."Toshinori," you whispered, reaching your hand down to push away locks of hair to find his face. When you did, you touched his burning skin, and the contact made him shift and groan. He rolled his head to face you, and the the dark circles under his eyes made your heart clench. They always looked so deep and prominent when he woke up in the morning light.But right now, he looked ghastly. Someone who hasn't rested one bit."You have to get ready for work. You'll be late for your first class."Toshinori didn't budge. "Can't go," he rumbled. You started rubbing his shoulders hidden underneath the duvet."Why not?" you asked softly. You tried to get a glimpse of his face but he was shying away from you and hiding it from sight. Your heart clenched more."Because I can't," he said. You understood fully well what was going on in his head by the strain in his voice. You stroked his hallow cheek, feeling his jaw clench from the touch."Would you like me to call the school for you?"He didn't respond but he did start to cough; wet and fierce, directing his face into the pillow to avoid being seen and spreading the germs. You winced as you watched his back hunch and seize up with every hack that wracked his body, and you pushed yourself to sit up in bed and reach over for his special water bottle with the sprout. With the limited strength you had from suddenly waking up, you eased Toshinori into a sitting up position as well as he kept on coughing and gasping and wheezing with every deep inhale he took to regain is breath after every guttural cough that shook his chest. You brought the bottle up to his lips the second he took a breath and he chugged it, for a good 10 seconds, until he was sucking the last droplets out in desperation. He then collapsed back on the pillows, deflating from a huge sigh, the tears that gathered in his eyes during the coughing fit being blinked away as he took deep, labored breaths to regain his normal heart rate. You quickly stepped over his body on the bed to rush to the kitchen in order to get more water and returned to his side in bed seconds later. From his drowsy, far off daze, you wouldn't be taken aback if he fell asleep right then and there."Thank you," he croaked, still moving his tongue around in his mouth. You had placed the bottle in his hand and he brought it to his lap, being cradled by his brittle fingers."It's no problem," you soothed, tucking his bangs behind his ears. He closed his eyes as you did, humming at the sensation. He looked older than usual in this light.It pained you to say, but you needed an answer to your earlier question. You watched as his face scrunched up in agony."Do you want me to call the school? Do you want to stay home today?" He cracked his eyes open and inch his head in your direction to look at you. His pleading eyes gave you the answer and you were leaning back to get your phone before he could mutter a reply."Yes, please. Thank you..." Toshinori knew how much your preferred not speaking on the phone or dialing numbers, but it didn't take any convincing to have you call Yuuei's main office to speak with somebody, anybody who can deliver the message of his last minute decision for a sick day. Aizawa wouldn't be happy with him. The others would understand, though.The severe pangs of guilt shaking his heart disipitated not long after. When he saw you return to the bedroom under 10 minutes later carrying tray with a plate of rolled scrambled egg with a tiny bowl of rice on the side sitting on top of it, his heart swelled and his smile stretched far across his tired face. Suddenly, the great need to grab you by the wrists and full you into a bear hug with a flurry of smooches overcame him. The sole reason he restrained himself was the yummy food you made especially for him, handing it to him with utmost care and love. He ate the food you prepared him daintily, taking his proportioned bites, and setting the tray aside after only five minutes. When you cleared it away, you joined him back in bed, promising today would be dedicated to just relaxing.Something was in his mind, you knew, because of his eyes and how they unfocused and stared off into space whenever you tried talking to him. When you would touch his cheek, then did he snap out of it, just for him to daze off again a few minutes later.You were mumbling on about something light and silly, something to keep his mind off things, until he interrupted you."Do you think people will forget me?" You wet your mouth, stunned. "Wh...forget about you? Absolutely not, why would you think that?"Toshinori blinked slowly, then pressed the aide of his face deeper into his pillow, as if he could hopefully be swallowed up by it. "Do you think...people will move on from me...now that All Might isn't around anymore. People will find have new favorite heroes, and others will come along and change the world..."His stream of conscious rambling awkwardly trailed off as you continued to look at him, astounded that he would ever think that."Baby...oh, baby, come here," you whispered, scooting over in bed to properly snuggled up to his chest and rub your nose to his. He didn't rub back, but he did close his eyes in contentment, exhaling freely. "People will move on. Everyone retired at one point. No one can keep their job forever and exist forever. But you know what's so fantastic about All Might? He made history. Nothing can change that, even if some other hero were to come along and top what you did--All Might still did it first, and he's the great hero that paved the way for future heroes to explore their purpose and morals. You will always be relevant and appreciated. Your name will be in text books and memorials. There is no way your existence will be forgotten. All Might will live in infamy, I swear my life on that."Toshinori breathed in tune with you. Both of you had your eyes closed in that moment, clinging to each other. You flinched when you felt a tiny tear drop fall on your chest."I miss the people," he rasped. You kiss away the wet streak down his cold cheek. "I know, baby, I know. They miss you too. All Might's departure is still raw for many, many people.""Do you think I'm a good person?"You faltered at that; not because you didn't know the answer, but you weren't expecting that."Of course you are. You are so good, Toshi, the greatest man who's ever lived. No one has a bigger heart than you, I guarantee it. Please don't ever think otherwise..."By now, Toshinori had his neck curled down so his head was lodged between the pillow and your hot neck, hidden away from the outside light. With your gentle combing of his hair, he was protected, like a wounded baby, from whoever hurt him. If only you could remove his toxic, terrible thoughts.
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"Do you think I'm a bad person?"
Toshinori gawked at you, a beat passed, and he quickly dropped what he was doing so he could scoop you up in his arms as the tears you've tried so hard to suppress for the past few hours finally broke free at his contact.
"No. No. Darling, I've faced pure evil before. It was my job to defeat them. I know people who are truly bad, who have no regard for other people or the consequences. You are not them. You are not a bad person, my love, goodness no."
You wept silently into his chest. Deep down, you knew you weren't a terrible person--you just needed to hear the validation from him directly. The passion in his voice and the way he kept it low to a harsh whisper as to not disrupt the nighttime air, it only made you cry harder.
You were certainly staining his t-shirt at this point. While you had nothing to say, Toshinori kept going.
"You know what you are?"
He squeezed your shoulders, urging you to lift your head, which you did. When you met his gaze through cloudy eyes of tears, he visibly grimaced at the sight but pressed on. "You are a human being," he murmured, bopping the tip of your nose with his finger with every syllable he spoke. You attempted to smile, but it came out forced, with lips curling and wobbling as the tears kept flowing. He quickly swept down and kissed away the streaks he could see being illuminated by the streetlights being casted in by the window.
"You are a human being," he kissed, "who makes mistakes," another kiss, "but grows and learns from them," one more kiss, " a-and never gives up because you know it's a part of your journey..."
He paused to catch his breath, pressing his nose into your now sensitive cheek, free of tears. You still struggled to keep the hiccups from bubbling up but for now you knew your eyes were now dry for the night.
"Whoever could have made you think you were a bad person..." He whispers close to your ear, teeth on the verge of grinding together. His already vice hold on you only got tighter, but you loved it, and you relished in his protective embrace and nuzzling.
You managed to shake your head sadly in response.
"Just me."
It was a half truth, but he didn't need to know that now. You were already feeling insanely better in the five minutes that passed. You didn't want to dive deeper just yet. You wanted to remained curled around Toshinori for the remainder of the evening.
After a few quiet moments of listening to his labored breathing and your sniffling, Toshinori lifted his head in order to place a line of kisses from your jawline, up to your ear.
"Why don't you list a few things you like about yourself?" He murmured curiously. You inwardly groaned, shifting in his lap.
"Oh god, I don't know if I'll be able to think of anything in this state of mind," you joked lazily, hiding your face in the nape of his neck.
"Then I'll name some things for you," he casually stated." You held your breath when he took a hold of your hand that you had clutching onto his arm. "For example, these hands...I love them."
He made a point by kissing each knuckle of your hand, leaving you to watching the way his lips stuck to your skin every time he pulled away with bated breath. Once he finished kissing every knuckle, he held the back of your hand to his cheek and closed his eyes.
"And I love how warm you are, all the time. You feel like home to me."
You gulped and slowly lowered your head back down, enjoying the feeling of him handling your hand in such a delicate fashion with delicate kisses. He slowly lowered your hand, directing his puckered lips to your temple.
"Your wonderful way of thinking...so clever and creative and amusing. I could listen to you speak your minds for hours on end and I would fall in love with you all over again."
Tears threatened to seep past your eyes, but for an entirely different reason. "Oh, Toshi..."
Toshinori kept kissing your brain, down to your closed eyelids.
As he planted each precise kiss, his hands wandered your body, gripping certain pieces of fat and smoothing out other areas like your thighs, your back, your arms..
"The way you look and your style. Seeing you stand out from a crowd with the way you look and present yourself..." He took a shaky breath and nestled his face in your head, on the verge of groaning. "Knowing that you're mine and no one else can take you away from me. I'm so selfish, darling. You're my sweet girl."
You sighed dreamily, melting into putty in his hold. Tingles traveled trough your veins, settling in the tips of your fingers and toes, while your cheeks in particular flamed up as Toshinori kisses you relentlessly, vowing to never see you cry again.
"Hold on," he grunted, and suddenly, you were freezing cold, being lowered on the bed as Toshinori pulled away and walked to the other side of the bedroom. You jerked up, confused and a bit frightened. "Wait, Toshi, where are you g-going?"
Toshinori paused with his thumbs hooked over the hem of his sweatpants in the process of tugging them off. His face wrinkled as he chuckled and shimmied them off his thin legs. "I'm just getting myself comfortable, sweetheart."
To make a point, he kicked off his sweats, now only in his boxer shorts and t-shirt, before sliding back into his side of the bed where you waited with open arms. You instantly melted, tears of relief prickling your eyes as you felt the weight of Toshinori rest upon your writhe body. Protected and loved. So much protection and love. And acceptance. Your eyes were heavy and so was your body.
You were knocked out minutes after Toshinori settled down and cocooned you in his embrace, not falling asleep until he was certain you were safe.