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“How do I look?”
As you stand in the living room, Toshinori looks up from his phone. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words fail him, and he simply sits there and gapes at you in awe. You knew this All Might getup would do the trick, but you couldn’t have anticipated how cute he looked when his face flushed like that.
The night was going exactly as you planned! Although it was Toshinori’s idea to eat at his place, you had brought over the wine and your overnight bag, knowing he couldn’t say no to a movie or two after dinner. Your All Might pajamas had just come in that day as well and they had an even better reception than you could have hoped for. The shirt was a little tighter than you would have normally worn but without your bra on you gave your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend quite an eyeful. The booty shorts weren’t too bad either.
“W-wow. You look…uhm…comfy.”
God damn it; he was so cute! Even in his worn-out tee shirt and flannel pants he cut a dashing figure and with the blanket draped over his legs he looked as snug as a bug. You didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much, but Toshinori always exceeded your expectations every time you were with him. From good morning texts to impromptu lunch dates, and even small gestures of affection he did everything with a level of care you almost weren’t used to.
If only he would let you hit it!
It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested. Not at all. You could see it in the way he looked at you, how his eyes would scan you in a new outfit or how he would flush any time your hand brushed up against him that he wanted more but he was either too afraid to ask or didn’t think it was appropriate to do so. You two even had a brief but meaningful conversation on your sex life and were surprised to hear he was a lot more experienced than you first thought. His escapades from his youth in America could make a very compelling book.
But he insisted that his last encounter had been years ago, and you didn’t want to rush things with him. However, tonight just felt right. Like the planets were all aligning to give you the best chance to get into Toshinori’s pants. And if that blush on his face was anything to go off of, your efforts were not in vain.
You sidle up next to him on the couch, scooting up right to him under the blanket draped across his lap. He moves his arm around you as you scoot just a bit closer, your knee brushing up against his leg.
“Did you pick out a movie yet?”
“Y-yeah. I think so.” He said, his voice doing that cute little waver that you knew meant that he was struggling a bit. But you said nothing about it as he clicked play and the two of you settled into comfortable silence.
The movie was boring; some rom-com or another. Not that you were paying much attention. You were focused on him, on his steady breathing, his hand on your shoulder, and his legs as they were spread comfortably beneath the blanket. He was so relaxed and happy that you almost didn’t want to ruin it, but you couldn’t ignore the soft burning in your core that accompanied every gentle touch of your leg against his.
And then his hand fell softly on your leg. It was an unconscious move on his part, you knew, but still it only further ignited the fire that started to churn in your chest until you couldn’t stand it for one more second. As the movie played towards its emotional climax, you made your move.
“Honey, what are you…”
You didn’t hesitate, moving up and straddling one of his impossibly long, lanky legs. Your arms draped carefully around his neck as you gaze up into his sunken blue eyes. You watch as the blush moves from his nose, across his cheeks and even to the tips of his ears that stick out from the fluffy cloud of golden hair on his head.
“Hey.”
Your voice almost doesn’t sound like you and it catches you off guard as much as it does him. He stammers, chuckling nervously, one hand on your hip, the other gripping the arm of the couch as if he might rip it right out of place.
“H-hey, you.” Is his stilted reply. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. Everything is great.”
“Good! Good, uhm…that’s good.”
His eyes are darting all over the place, looking from the TV screen behind you, back to you, to his hand on the arm of the couch, then back down again. A few times you watched as his eyes focused on your chest and how your breasts strained against the fabric of your shirt, distorting the trademark All Might pattern on it.
“Toshi. Can I say something, and you not make fun of me for it?”
He blinked, as if registering what you were saying.
“Uhm; y-yes! Yes, of course, honey. You know you can tell me anything.”
His hand finds its way to your hip, his fingers so long you wonder if he could pick you up with just that one hand. You steel yourself for a second before speaking.
“Toshi, I want to have sex. With you.”
Oh god, it came out so weird! Now you were blushing and before you knew it the two of you were laughing. You could feel the tension relax out of your shoulders and he moved his hand off the arm of the couch and to your leg as the two of you caught your breath.
“Is that what all this is about?” He asked, nodding to your outfit. “Is that why you agreed to stay in tonight?”
“Kind of.” You reply. “But it’s more than that. I love you, Toshi. And I want to show you just how much I do.”
Toshinori laughed again, but this time it was softer and a lot less nervous. Although it wasn’t how you had planned on it, things were finally moving in the direction you wanted. It was a wonder that your heart didn’t burst out of your chest it was hammering away so nervously.
“And I love you too, honey. More than you’ll ever know. And if that’s what you want, then I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”
“If you don’t want to, we can just cuddle.” You quickly added. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you or something.”
“No, not at all.” He said, his hand gently moving up and down your back. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. And I probably can’t last nearly as long as I used to. Lord knows even if I had One For All I’m still an old man. But I’ll do my best. Just for you.”
You cup his face gently, leaning in closer and almost pressing your body against his.
“You could never disappoint me. You already make me happy. You know that, right?”
He smiles at you, nodding and looking flustered. It was so cute, and you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him on the tip of his nose, nuzzling against him as he blushed like a schoolboy. But you can feel his hand moving up your thigh, his massive palm almost completely covering it, his fingers draped over it as though they belonged there. He moved his hand up experimentally, silently asking you if this was something you wanted. In response, you pull him to you and press a kiss to his lips.
Kissing Toshinori was a warm, sweet experience and this was no different than any other time. He always let you take the lead, following your directions on how deep to go, how quick, and how long you wanted it to last. And you never wanted this one to end. You kissed him like it would be your last time to do so, moving up onto your knees to make up the distance, your hands cupping his cheeks, your noses squished together, and breath caught desperately between your mouths.
It’s a little shocking to feel Toshi deepen the kiss, but you accept it enthusiastically, shivering as his hand moves up your side, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your sleep shirt, carefully tracing the waistband of your shorts. You aren’t sure if that’s what makes him stop or if its lack of oxygen, but either way he pulls his lips from yours almost reluctantly.
“Toshi? What’s wrong?” You whisper, petting a hand through his hair. “Do we need to stop?”
“No. No, I don’t want to stop.”
He lets out a sigh, looking down at you, his eyes apologetic and so soft you could crumble to dust.
“I’m sorry. It’s just been a while and I know you really want this. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Hey; Toshi. It’s alright.” You reassure him gently, petting his cheek with your thumb to coax him into relaxing. “We can take this as slow as you want.”
His smile wavers a bit as he takes your hand and kisses your palm, sighing into your skin and kissing each and every finger individually.
“I want to go slow.” He replied after a moment. “I want to take my time. And I want to make you feel good.”
“You already do.”
This time he catches your lips back in a much more heated, adamant kiss. You gasp into it as he holds you tight, a little emboldened by your reassurance. His hand sneaks up your shirt to your belly, fingers splayed across your skin as you gently rock back on his leg. You hear his desperate breath almost whistle out of his nose as you grip tightly to a fist full of his hair, using that to anchor you to the moment.
Your skin is tingling with anticipation. You’d wanted this for so long and now that he was in your hands, molding to your touch like putty, it was even sweeter than you could have ever imagined. You wanted more, but he was taking his time. You didn’t want to rush him at all, but if he didn’t touch you more you feared that you might explode from the wait alone.
His hand moves up until his fingers are almost touching your breast. But he stops. You feel your heart hammering in your chest so intensely that you are almost afraid it will burst as he pulls his lips from yours to catch his breath and to speak, his voice hushed and desperate only making you needier than before.
“Is this alright? Is this okay?”
His hand hovered just below the swell of your breast, his fingers twitching, his palm slightly sweaty. As your breath mingled, you nodded, pressing yourself to him, begging him silently for the touch. You somehow manage to speak between rushed breath.
“Yes. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He swallowed again before his hand moved and he gently cupped your breast. He watched your face as he massaged it, his fingers brushing against your nipple ever so gently. His touch was slightly cold, but it only made your skin break out in delightful goosebumps with each gentle pass. And when his teasing pulled a moan from your lips, he kept going.
“Oh, honey, you’re…you’re so soft…Does this feel good?”
You can’t help but chuckle a bit at his sincerity. His touch was so unsure but so adamant that it did nothing but endear you more to the scrawny old man. You carded your hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling him close so that your lips brushed against his.
“Yes, baby. Don’t you dare stop.”
You pushed back into the kiss, hungrily devouring his mouth and tasting the toothpaste that clung to his teeth. You don’t know how you ended up on your back on the couch, your legs spread wide so he could slot himself between them, his free hand gripping your thigh as he touched you as much as he wanted, his hands so big that he could hold you with just one. But he used both. And you couldn’t have thanked him more for that if you tried.
You hadn’t even noticed him moving his hand down further until his fingertips were brushing gently at your mound from over top of your shorts. Again, he pulls his lips from yours and looks down at you, his pupils so dilated that he almost appeared to have completely black eyes.
“Can I touch you? Right here?”
There was something about how he asked for permission for even the smallest thing that drove you crazy. The fact that he wouldn’t make a single move without asking you was so sexy you almost creamed yourself from that alone. Biting you lip, you nod.
“Yes. Yes, Toshi…touch me…please…”
A switch seemed to flip as you begged him for more. He petted you from over top of your clothes at first, his fingers so strong and big that it was almost all you needed to get off. But as he pressed his lips to your neck, his hand slipped into your shorts and pushed past your lacy panties until he found your already soaking folds. He went to work almost immediately, his fingers moving with strong, easy strokes.
With your mouth free, you let the moans tumble out freely, letting him know just how good this felt. Your skin was almost on fire, your nerves stinging like a million needles as you dangled over the edge. You were getting so worked up that you had to really fight the urge to match your hips to the tempo his fingers set. And with him kissing and sucking on your neck you knew there would be marks. And you wanted them! You pressed your hands into his hair, holding him in place.
“Mark me. Leave a mark…please, Toshi…”
And he did, grunting softly, his lips pressed almost too harsh into your skin as he licked and sucked on your delicate skin. The noise he was making with each kiss was almost as obscene as the wet slip of his fingers against your pussy, throwing you deeper into that lovely space of gentle pleasure that you found yourself in. And as he brushed up against your clit, circling the bud with just the tip of his finger you almost went blind.
He moved off your neck to look you in the eyes. He almost looked serious if not for the shiny, red tint of his lips and the dazed look in his eye.
“I’m going to get you ready, okay?” He asked softly. “If you need me to stop, just say so.”
You nod, huffing a soft chuckle.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
He captured another kiss from your slack lips before you felt his finger teasing at your entrance. Your body seemed to flutter as he slowly dove his finger, wet with your own juices, inside you. It was a soft, gentle glide and he didn’t go too fast at all. You almost wished he would, but as he started to move, your back arched in response.
Toshi’s hands were big. That was no secret to anyone. His fingers were long and thick, his palm wide and soft to the touch. His knuckles were callused and covered in scars from his years of fighting, and you would spend hours tracing those scars, kissing them as if to soothe an ache that remained. You knew how skilled he was with his hands with normal tasks, but he was almost showing off with the level of care he used to tear you apart.
He moved slowly at first, carefully fingering you open, moving in and out in a steady rhythm as your walls clenched around the digit. He kept kissing you through it, moving down your neck to your chest, pressing kisses to your eager breasts, pushing your shirt up to get at them. And as he pressed his mouth to your nipple, a second finger slipped inside you almost too easily. As he worked, he kept checking in on you, whispering praises that made you feel warm and wanted.
“You’re doing so good, honey.”
“Just relax. Don’t move.”
“Let me do it. I promise you will feel so good…”
That was a promise he delivered on as he hooked his fingers up to pet at your walls, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.
“T-Toshi! Fuuuuhck…”
“Is this okay?” He asked, as if mocking you. “Tell me, baby. Is this okay?”
“Y-yes! Fuck, yes that feels good…”
Your legs quake and you grip his hair tightly as he continues to stretch you out, his fingers moving with a single-minded purpose. You shut your eyes so tightly you start seeing spots in your vision that burst with every pulse of your body. It was so good that you almost…
“No! No, wait! Not yet!”
Instantly, he stopped, pulling his mouth away from you. He stopped moving his fingers but didn’t pull them out yet as he looked up at you with a flushed, worried, look plastered all over his face.
“What’s wrong? Honey: did I hurt you? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”
“No, no, no! No, you didn’t hurt me.” You assure him, reaching up and cupping his face again.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just…I was getting close. And I didn’t want to finish yet.”
“Oh! Oh, yes. I see.”
He was still so unsure. Even after nearly making you cum on his fingers alone! There was something so endearingly wonderful about that and you had to stifle your laughter, reaching up to kiss him on the nose almost making him forget his next train of thought.
“Do you want me to…I mean, if it’s alright with you…this might be more comfortable in my bed…”
You can’t help but chuckle at him. He still sounds so nervous, and it is so sweet that your heart almost breaks. Threading your fingers through his hair again, you nod.
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Toshi gets a sudden surge of energy at your answer. He sits up and turns off the TV and the lights, rushing around to make sure everything is turned off, leaving you splayed out on the couch and still tingling. Was that the same man whose hands had almost made you cum just with touch alone? When he got back to you, he helped you up, leading you to his bedroom like an excited teenage boy and not a full-grown retired hero.
His room was just as neat and tidy as the rest of his apartment. The sheets perfectly spread out on the massive mattress, the bed frame sturdy and the pillows looked wonderfully full. You pull him along with you to the bed, stripping both himself and you of your clothes until you are fully naked, and he has only his boxers. You move your hands to his waist to get them off, but he clumsily tries to help. You can’t help but notice that his hands are shaking, and you take a hold of them to kiss them.
“Toshi; relax, baby. C’mere.”
You lead him to the bed and pull him in, sitting him back against the headboard, his hips supported with a few pillows. He tries to fidget but you take his hands and straddle his lap, pressing your naked, tingling body to his so you could kiss him, guiding his hands back to your body. He’d taken such good care of you that now it was your turn to pay him back for the kindness.
“You okay?”
He nods, swallowing hard and licking his lips.
“Y-yeah. Better than okay.”
“Good. Just breathe, Toshi. I’ve got you.”
You help him out of his boxers next, carefully tugging them off and exposing his cock to the air.
Toshi was big. That was an obvious statement. And it wasn’t like you didn’t know what he was packing. Accidental brushes, sightings from beneath sweatpants, and just seeing his underwear in real life gave you an idea of what he was working with. But seeing it up close and personal was…well, it was a bit daunting.
You took it in stride, though, carefully petting along the length, your hand circling his leaking tip before going back down. That touch alone was enough to get a reaction out of him and he hissed softly, his head thrown back a bit.
“H-honey…”
“Hush; it’s alright, Toshi.” You assure him, taking the lube and getting him prepared.
“You took care of me, now it’s my turn. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
He nods, watching as you straddle him, one arm draped over his shoulder, the other guiding his cock where you needed, your eyes locked as you move your hips just so until the tip was pressing into your entrance.
Shit! He was big…big and warm and already as wet as you were. You could do this, you told yourself as you gently lowered down onto him. Inch by glorious inch you sank onto him, gasping as your walls clenched and bulged with the intrusion. Toshi gasped, his fingers digging into your flesh for purchase.
“Oh, shit…honey…”
Now it was your turn to check in with him. Kissing his neck, you get his attention again. You watch as his throat works overtime to gulp helplessly for air.
“Toshi. Is this alright?”
“Yes.” Was his immediate answer, his hands gripping onto your waist for dear life, his shoulders flexing and his brow furrowing almost in concentration like he would while grading papers.
“Yes, it…it’s good. Don’t stop. I don’t think I’ll…”
You cut off his words with a long, steady motion of your hips. You are just as careful as he was with you earlier, your eyes on his as you take more and more of his massive cock until its halfway in. Then you start to move.
Soft gasps fill the room, hands clutch at increasingly warm bodies, and eyes glisten in the dim light of the bedroom as you fuck back onto Toshinori’s cock. It feels so good going in that the pull out is almost insufferable. He lets you take complete control, his hands only there to steady you as you keep going, your legs working hard to keep you going at the same pace. But when you pick it up a bit, you both react.
“Oh, fuck…”
Toshi’s head falls against your shoulder, and you grasp his hair as you hit that sweet spot inside you, chasing your orgasm hard and fast. You had talked such a big game earlier but now you were the one falling apart! Maybe it was the build up to this moment or the fact that he had already opened you up or just the idea that it was Toshinori, and you could feel his heart pounding against your chest and his hands holding you so tightly…
You came before he did. That was a strange turn of events, but as you let gravity take you down to his hilt, your body simply gave out, squirting hard on his cock, the sound obscene and beautiful all at once. You gripped tight to his neck; his cock still hard as a rock inside your pulsing walls.
“Let me…” He grumbled, laying you back and moving your legs up, almost folding you in half like a lawn chair.
“Y-y-yes…yes, god, yes!”
This new angle was even better than the first. And with his height and the almost relentless pace he set, it was only a matter of time until you had been worked back up into a frenzy. You couldn’t reach him, so you gripped the bedsheets, balling them up in your hands and holding on as he thrust down and into you, almost hitting your cervix with how deep he was. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, his hand sandwiched between you and brushed along your clit.
“Fu-uh-uh-uck! Oh, Toshi! There! Again, please!”
He said nothing at all, just grunting and groaning as he did exactly as instructed, teasing your clit with adamant circles that matched his thrusts. It simultaneously felt like an eternity and only a few short minutes before you were cumming again, this time taking Toshi down with you.
Your back arched up, meeting him, his hand gripped you so tightly you were sure you would bruise, and you watched his face twist in torment as he came so deeply inside you that was all you could feel. It was such a wonderful sensation; so warm and wet and deep that you weren’t sure if you were feeling your own orgasm or his. But you simply let it wash over you as he pressed into you, almost suffocating you in the process.
You were in a daze as you caught your breath, your vision temporarily malfunctioning as his hips stuttered almost pathetically to chase the last bits of pleasure out of the moment. Carefully, he pulled out of you, pulling your legs down before falling on you with a rain of kisses and praise.
“Oh, honey…darling…that was…so good…”
Chuckling softly, you pet through his hair, pressing his bangs out of his face so you could kiss his forehead.
“You too, baby…that was amazing.”
He covered your sweaty body with kisses, almost working you back up again before he helped you up to get washed up.
“Are you sure that was your first time in a while?” You tease him helps you into his big, impressive shower.
“Huh? Uhm…yes. Of course. Why? Was I too rough or something?”
You kiss his worries away, teasing him just a little while he helps get you cleaned up. He even offers you one of his shirts to wear and has you sit and wait while he changes the sheets even though you insist that they probably aren’t all that bad. But as you curl up with him in fresh, warm sheets against freshly clean skin, you revel in the sensation.
He pulls you in close, still kissing you all over, his eyes wet with soft tears.
“I love you, honey. I love you so much…”
“I love you too, Toshi. Don’t you ever forget that.”
If you had more energy, you might tempt him for round two. But as of right now you are simply far too happy and satisfied to want much of anything else. You content yourself with pillowing your head against his chest, his hand in yours, and listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat. There would be plenty of time for more of this. More kisses that turned hot, more pets that lasted longer than anticipated, and plenty of ruined sheets. But for now, this was good.
This was home.