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The scene around you was an absolute disaster. And fresh, smoke still rising into the air. The camera crew around you stared with gaping mouths as everyone took in the full extent of the damage. You dusted yourself off, ready to be professional when the cameras started to roll.

As soon as you were given your cue, you stilled your face. “We are reporting live from Hosu City, where the villain All Might has attacked a hero agency, leaving several injured and at least a dozen support items stolen.” You continued as sirens sounded behind you, finishing up your swift report on the attack.

You turned to face the hero agency building. There was black smoke billowing from one of the gashes in the sides. Shattered glass was everywhere, pieces littering your feet, even at this distance. Your eyes followed its trail, until they rested on a dark mass of debris in the alleyway beside the building. You studied it, until it suddenly moved. It was fast, gone in an instant. You jumped back when it dashed away, and turned to the cameraman behind you. He was looking away, talking to someone else on the crew. You opened your mouth to speak, but then thought otherwise. If they hadn’t seen it and gotten it on camera, then the information would have been useless. Something ran from a scene, but you couldn’t see what it was? It happened all the time; things shifted, civilians ran. They would have laughed at you.

You forgot all about that shadow until it’s familiar shape appeared in your kitchen that night. You almost hadn’t noticed it, crouched in the corner. You fell back again, stabilizing yourself against the countertop, placing a hand on your chest and feeling your heart pulse against your skin.

The shadow rose to its feet until it towered over you. You’d recognize that silhouette anywhere. It was All Might… the most dangerous villain in the county, perhaps the world. He glowered at you from behind his mask, the orange eyes faintly catching the dim light from outside.

The air was still. Too still. You didn’t know what to do or how to react, so you tried to keep as quiet and unmoving as possible. When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelling and commanding. “You’re clearly not aware of the favor you did for me today.”

Favor? What was he talking about?

He read the confusion in your face. “You saw me back there… you saw me run. And you said nothing.”

Oh . You had nearly forgotten the incident in his presence, putting two and two together had escaped you. Letting him go hadn’t been your intention. If you knew it was him, you would’ve spoken up.

“I’m here to repay you….”

You immediately tensed at those words, screwing your eyes shut and waiting for him to take you by the neck and snap you in two. But instead, he kept talking. “I think our relationship could be… a mutually beneficial one.”

Relationship . With each sentence, he sent your head spinning. You wanted nothing to do with him, you simply want him to leave you alive and alone. And the fact that he was here suggesting the contrary was insane to you. It felt like a fever dream.

“I have some people that I want… out of my way. Other villains. They’re annoyances to me, barricades in my path. But I cannot simply kill them, you see. Keeping up appearances is so very important these days… I have alliances that I’m interested in.” He leaned against the counter as casually as a friend invited over for dinner, placing a hand under the chin of his mask. “And that’s where you come along.”

Your voice was barely a whisper. “I… I can’t kill people, All Might, I can’t-”

“Don’t be a fool.” He cut you off. “Of course you can’t kill people. Your body and constitution are much too weak.” He had a point there. He looked at you up and down as you tried to turn away from his condescending gaze. “Yes, your body is useless. But your profession is not.”

Your eyes narrowed inquisitively as he continued.

“I can give you intel. Anonymous tips. Yes, I’m sure that station you work for would love that.” He nodded. It was like he was having a conversation with himself, and you were merely listening in. “I hear all sorts of things, including plans by other villains. They’re too trusting, the fools. They tell me everything.” He stopped for a moment in thought. “I give the plans to you, you make sure to report them. If you don’t, there will be issues.”

You nodded.

“Excellent.” You didn’t need to see his face to know that he was grinning. “You get more work, I get those cretins out of my path.” He looked down at you, noticing how visibly shaken you were. “Oh, grow a backbone. Think of this as... symbiotic , will you?” He hissed. “You’re lucky that you’re on my good side.”

He turned to leave, and you suddenly were struck by your own selfish pride. You didn’t want him to think you were some sad little person. You took in a shallow breath and spoke, your voice wavering. “How will we rendezvous?”

He looked at you over his massive shoulder. “Wherever I want. Whenever I want.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Try not to lose sleep over it. Or do. I couldn’t care less.”

“You- you can’t show up at the news station… I need my job.”

He laughed at you. “And I need mine , girl.” Something about him calling you “girl” had the astringent taste of disgust coating your tongue. “I wouldn’t be so stupid as to meet with you where we could both get caught. You’d best not underestimate me.”

Before you could reply, he was gone. You had no idea how he got in or out of your apartment, but there was a feeling settling in that told you to get used to it. How did you get mixed up in this? Was there any way you could break free? Upon settling down, you thought to yourself. He didn’t seem ready to kill you, despite his threats. He genuinely thought you could be an asset to him. You only needed to comply….

-

You were a live wire, every nerve of your body in overdrive. The coffee probably didn’t help, but you needed something in your stomach, and you couldn’t break your morning routine so easily. You tried to keep some semblance of calm as you walked from the train station to work. Your normal route, making sure not to rouse suspicion.

When would he meet you? What would he do? What if you couldn’t keep up with his demands? Your questions were suddenly answered, when you felt a giant hand against your collarbone, pushing you into a narrow side street away from foot traffic.

You looked up to see him, not wearing his mask, but normal clothes, a hood covering his face in shadow. He was still shockingly tall, but immense size is a fairly common quirk, and he seemed to blend in well. You breath escaped you at his sheer strength, having him touch you for the first time was nothing short of jarring. And although his touch was gentle and he clearly wasn’t trying to hurt you, you could feel the boundless power he was holding back. Right there , just at his fingertips. He could snap your neck in an instant. But once again, he simply decided to speak.

“I have your first job.” He said, releasing you.

You brought your hand up to your collarbone, rubbing where he had pressed. A curled finger placed itself under your chin, and he raised your head to meet his gaze. He lowered his hood dramatically, revealing his face to you. You wished so badly for it to be horrible, revolting, villainous in every way. But it was… handsome. Angular. Structured. He was… pleasant to look at. This had surprised you.

At a loss, your mouth hung open. He must have thought you were an idiot, because he snapped his fingers in front of your face, as if waking you from hypnosis.

“Thought we lost you there.” He said sarcastically. “May I continue?”

“O-of course.”

“If you’re as air-headed as you look, then you’d better write this down.”

Despite the insult, it was a good idea. You had the tendency to forget things when you were frazzled. You reached for your phone, and he grabbed your wrist, still careful not to hurt you.

“No. You could be hacked at any moment. Here.” He reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a pen and a pad of paper. “Destroy the note as soon as your report is complete. Understood?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off as he began giving you details. A planned attack at a train station in a neighboring city. The names of a few villains involved. Where their hideout was.

When he was done, you stared at the ground. “And… what if they don’t take the tip? What if they blow me off? We have no evidence that this will actually happen, and I can’t name the source.”

He reached for your hand and placed a small device in your palm. “Oh, but you do have evidence.”

It was a digital recording device. You pressed the play button to hear a conversation between a couple of the villains in question. The planning of the attack…

A feeling clawed at the back of your neck. This was too perfect. Too convenient for him. “Is this real…?”

“Does it matter?”

“If it’s fake, I might get in trouble.”

“Then risk it. I don’t care if the station gets blown to shreds. I only care about those idiots being out of my way.”

He placed a hand above you, effectively pinning you to the wall of the alleyway. He loomed over you, his presence inescapable as you could feel warmth radiating from him. You closed your eyes as he leaned down to breath in your ear. “One thing you haven’t figured out yet… is that I have nothing to lose from this interaction. But you… imagine you ignore me. You wake up the next morning to hear of dozens dead… at the station I warned you about.” His breath was hot and his voice sent shivers down your spine. “Go ahead, take that bet. But you don’t strike me as a gambler.”

He leaned back, tilting your head up again to meet his eyes. “Believe me when I say that I’m trying to help you.”

All this talk… it made you dizzy. Your grip tightened on the note you had written. You jerked your head away from his touch. “Fine.”

“Smart girl. Besides, if it’s real or not, it takes villains off the street, doesn’t it?”

You sighed, succumbing to the fact that everything he said made some sort of sense. All you had to do was speak up, and supposedly, nothing bad would occur. And it would get real villains arrested… No, you didn’t like it, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

When you looked up again, he was gone. Thankful to be rid of him, you made your way to the news station.

-

When you got into the news station, you approached your boss with the tip, giving him the recording All Might had given you. He said it was enough for them to go to the police, who'd raided the hideout and found… everything. The plans to the train station. Supplies for explosive devices. The villains in question. And you got to give exclusive coverage on the entire thing. Your boss was happy, more than happy. He praised you the entire day, telling you that you'd saved lives. That you were a model citizen.

Your head was swimming. All Might was right. The villains were planning an attack, and you'd gotten them arrested. Does that mean you could trust him? That maybe he wasn't all that bad?

No. You shook the thought from your head. This was for his own personal gain, you reminded yourself. It had nothing to do with him being a good person. Even so, you couldn't help the smile from creeping up onto your face. Part of you even looked forward to your next meeting with him. If it got you the recognition it did today, and saved as many people, then it was worth it.

Upon returning home, you found him sitting nonchalantly on your couch, drinking a cup of tea. The cup was much too small for his hand, it almost looked comical. Like he was drinking from a child’s tea party set.

You paused as you saw him there, his feet up on your coffee table. “Would you like dinner, too?”

“No.” His answer was definitive. Maybe he hadn’t noticed your sarcasm. “Do you trust me now?”

“Trust isn’t the word I’d use…” You placed your keys on the hook by the door. “But I’d go as far as to say that I believe you.”

He gave you a low hum in response.

“...Do you have another tip for me, or something?” You asked.

“Not yet.” He sipped his tea loudly.

“Then what are you doing here…?”

“Drinking tea.”

“Okay…” You walked to your bedroom, changing from your work clothes into sweats. You’d half expected him to be gone when you were done but he was… still there. Still sipping his tea. His presence still made you nervous, even if he had proved that he wasn’t a liar.

“Did you destroy that note?” He asked.

“Yeah, I tore it up and flushed it.”

“Good. That notepad has my fingerprints all over it. You can never be too careful these days, truly.” He met your eyes with a sudden jerk of his neck. “Burn it next time.”

“Sure,” you told him as you grabbed leftovers from the fridge. He was in your usual spot on the couch, where you ate your dinner and watched TV. But you couldn’t just tell the great villain All Might to move, could you? You decided against it, ignoring him and sitting on the floor, leaning your back against the couch at the end furthest from him. He was getting too comfortable, too familiar. It made you uneasy.

You reached for the remote to change the channel to your usual one. He grabbed it before you could get your hands on it. “I’m enjoying this program.”

You sighed. “You- you can't just barge into people’s apartments and take control.”

“What will you do about it?” He asked. His voice was dry.

“I’ll… call the cops.”

“I’d kill you and flee before you’d even finish dialing.”

Dammit. He had you there. You were no match for him. You didn’t even have a good quirk. You’d just have to accept that this was part of your life now, that this was the hand you’d been dealt.

“You live alone?” He suddenly asked.

You were hesitant giving him personal information. But he’d already figured out so much about you simply by watching. With time, he’d figure out the rest. What did you have to lose?

“Yes.”

“No husband?”

“No.”

“Wife?”

“No.”

“Nobody?”

“That’s right.”

“What a sad life.”

You didn’t warrant that with a response.

His voice was much quieter when he spoke again. “Guess we’re not too different, you and I.”

“We’re very different.” You protested, venom on your tongue.

He laughed. “I’m sure you believe that. But believe me when I say that one wrong turn could’ve had you end up like me.”

You huffed at that.

“Suddenly nothing to say, hm?” He teased. “You know I’m right. You’ve reported on countless villains who could’ve easily been heroes, or at least decent citizens. There’s almost always a turning point.”

“What was yours?” You asked, turning the tables back onto him.

“I would never tell you that.”

“Whatever suits you.” You let the air be still for a moment. “You don’t live here now. I can’t harbor you. You’re going to leave eventually.”

“Yes.” He almost sounded disappointed. “I wouldn’t want to… put you in danger. It would compromise our relationship. Which is proving to be fruitful, wouldn’t you say?”

You were taken aback by this backhanded caring nature of his.

“...Yes.” You agreed.

-

It was late at night when you turned in, exhausted. All Might was gone, he’d left several hours beforehand. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to sleep. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was caffeine. But when your head finally hit the pillow, you were immediately asleep. And the dreams came quickly.

You didn’t know where you were, but you knew who you were with. The blonde bangs reaching up to the sky were a dead giveaway. But the impossibly large hands were a confirmation… you could feel them on you. Sliding up your sides and resting on your waist. It was like they enveloped all of you…. And his eyes. Piercing and blue, like pinpricks. Boring into you. His breath was ghosting over your neck, he was saying things to you that you weren’t comprehending. But your body was picking up every signal. You could feel yourself warming from your core, a tingle being sent up into your fingertips. His lips met your neck, hot and soft, and you squirmed under his touch. But you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to be overwhelmed by him. You wanted those hands all over you, you wanted-

“Get up.”

Your dream was cut too short, and you took a second to mourn its loss, until you saw its subject standing above you.

“W… what are you doing here?” You rubbed sleep from your eyes.

“Endeavor found my hideout.”

“He… Endeavor found your hideout?” It took you a second to comprehend this, and when you finally did, you sprang to attention. “Did he follow you here?”

“No. I was heading there after leaving here, and I saw him. He’s hard to miss.”

You could picture him in your mind’s eye, wreathed in flame and glowing.

“There were at least a dozen officers….” He rubbed his face with frustration. “Shit. I need a new place. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s, uh…” You could see him unraveling before you. “It’s okay. Stay here.”

“No. I can’t.”

“They didn’t follow you here, you said.”

“Yes…”

“So what’s the problem?”

“You, you don’t want me here. I’m a liability.”

“You are.”

“And you’re willing to take that risk?” He looked down at you from behind his hands.

“If you keep talking about it, I’m going to change my mind.” You flipped over to face away from him.

“I…” Was he going to thank you? “I’ll lay low. I won’t be caught.”

Hm. So close.

“Good. We’ll both be jailed if people trace you back here.”

“Yes. I know.”

“I don’t have a spare room.”

“I’m too big to sleep on the couch.”

“I guess you could… sleep on my bed? I can use the couch.”

“Your bed would break.”

“Floor it is, then.”

“...Yes.” You could hear him looking around your apartment, being careful to not step too heavily. He came back a minute later. “The floor here is the only space with adequate room.” He gestured to the area right next to your bed.

You sighed. “I guess that will have to do.”

You got up, gathering him some blankets and pillows. He was… here. So close to you. And he was stuck here. It seemed so cliche, but then you imagined that he’s probably had to uproot himself quite a bit.

It was odd, having him there. You wanted to say something to him, to tell him goodnight even. But you found yourself speechless. You were suddenly thankful that the next day was Saturday… you only reported during the week, and you had some time off. You drifted back to sleep, hearing his deep breathing as he did the same.

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When you awoke the next morning, you completely forgot about All Might. He was on your couch again, watching the news. When he saw you, he gestured to the TV.

“It’s everywhere.” He told you.

“The raid?”

“Yes.”

You went through last night’s events, rapid fire, in your head. All Might on your floor, Endeavor, your dream.

You dream . Your face became terribly flushed in an instant. He noticed you and furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you said, too quickly. “I’m just… this is all very overwhelming.”

“I imagine.” He said, half-interested, turning back to the TV.

The entire day, you danced around him, trying not to touch him as he paced and watched the news. You made lunch, which he didn’t touch, and tea, which he drank all day. You were suddenly hyper aware of his hands and the thickness of his fingers. You watched his muscles flex as he nervously stroked his face. It was too much.

You caught glimpses of the news reports as you watched him. They emptied his place in Kamino ward, completely gutted it. Luckily, he told you, it was almost empty to begin with. He never settled down for long, and you saw why. He assured you that they wouldn’t get anything too important from it. That he was prepared for this always, in the back of his mind. He was only upset by the fact that he had to start fresh. Again.

You avoided eye contact as he told you this. You learned from experience that meeting his gaze sent a jolt up your spine, taking you back to that dream. It was agony. Having him so close to you now.

He cornered you in the kitchen as you were cleaning dishes, in the same corner you first saw him in the other day. God, he was intimidating. You tried to look away, but he almost took up your entire field of vision.

His stance was unwavering, he was a statue planted before you. “I thought you said you believed me.” His voice was low.

“I do…”

“Then what are you so nervous about? Are you scared they’ll find me here? Being harbored by you ? I told you that nobody followed me.” You got the feeling that he was trying to be reassuring, but that he didn’t quite know how. What that resulted in was purely stark, no nuance whatsoever.

“I do believe you,” you said. His smell filled your nostrils. There was a clean musk to it. You couldn’t escape it. Not here.

“Then what has you like this?”

“Why are you so concerned?” You asked. “You don’t even know me well enough to tell if this is out of the ordinary.”

“I’m not stupid, girl.” This time, the commanding bass of his voice was nothing short of arousing. “Try as you might, keeping secrets from me never lasts long.”

You exhaled a shaking breath. “I…” He leaned in, interested. “I had a very unnerving dream last night.”

“And it’s been bothering you this long?”

“...Yes.”

A single laugh, a creeping grin. “And I was in it.”

“How… how did-?”

“I told you, I’m not stupid. There’s been this… look in your eye. All day long.” His voice turned mischievous. It made your stomach flip in an impossibly pleasant way. A finger slid under your chin again. He wanted to look at you as he commanded this of you. “Tell me about your dream.”

You were speechless as his eyes held you. “It’s humiliating, please…”

“That wasn’t a question.” He told you. “ Tell me about your dream .”

“It was… you and I.”

“Us.”

“Yes, it was us. You were… touching me.”

“Where?”

“My sides.”

“How was I touching you?”

You swallowed.

“Show me.” He held his hands out in front of you, free for you to use. You nervously took them. They were dry and warm, calloused beyond belief. You placed them tentatively at your waist. When you released them, he dug his fingers into the flesh there, causing you to inhale, your brain already fogging with desire.

“So soft…” He mused, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “What else did I do?”

“You… you had your mouth by my ear. You were whispering to me.”

He leaned down considerably, placing his face dangerously close to yours. “Like this?” His whisper made you shudder.

“Yes…” You hissed.

“What was I saying?” His breath around your ear did even more to you now than it did in your dream. It was thick, full of want.

“I don’t remember… but I loved it.”

He smiled. “Of course you did.”

How cocky. But he clearly could see what he was doing to you. You were melting in his hands.

“What else did I do to you?”

“You kissed my neck,” you told him slowly, anticipating what was to come.

He moved his head so he was right above where your neck met your shoulder. “Did I, now? And did you like it?”

“Yes…”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, All Might. I liked it… so much.” You were breathless.

He smiled again, humming as he did so. “I’m sure you did.” And then he backed away, releasing you. Leaving you feeling cold without him there.

“What… why didn’t you…?”

“Why didn’t I keep going?” He asked, smug as ever.

“Yes…” You were bothered, confused.

“I want you to think about me more.” He ran his hand down your arm, and you tried to follow his warmth. “I want you to have more of those dreams. Until you can’t hold back your desire for me. Until you’re nothing short of soaking for me.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. As much as you wanted him here and now, those words did something to you that you couldn’t explain.

“I’m sure we’d both have some fun if we indulged ourselves now….” Ourselves ? Your heart skipped a beat at that confirmation, that he wanted you too. “But just imagine the fun we’d have when you’re a trembling mess for me.”

Now that… that sounded incredible. It sounded delicious. It made you even more lustful. How long would he make you wait? What could you get away with in the meantime? Your mouth was practically watering.

“Look at you…” He said, resting his hand on the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, trying desperately to breathe him in. “So unraveled by me , the great villain All Might. I’d say you’re halfway there.”

You tried to kiss his hand as it laid there, just against your cheek.

“What would they say, hm? Everyone who thinks you’re such a good citizen… what would they say if they saw you like this? Tell me.”

“They would.. judge me.” You nuzzled his palm.

“Yes, they would. Does that make you change your mind?”

“No.” Your answer was swift.

“Isn’t that something…” he trailed off. “A good little reporter, wanting so badly to be fucked by the world’s most powerful villain.” The way he said “fucked” made you moan. “Let’s hope they never find out about your true desires.”

You hummed in agreement. He gave your cheek a pat before leaving you there in the kitchen.

-

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Not after that encounter, not when he was just an arm’s length away. You tossed, trying to get comfortable to no avail. All this pent up tension was too much to handle. You couldn’t bear it. So you decided to do something about it.

As quietly as you could, you slipped a hand beneath your waistline. You were a sticky mess, and soft wet sounds filled the air of the bedroom. You bit your bottom lip as you circled your finger around your clit, finally feeling some of the release you desperately needed. You were close, so close , when you heard All Might shift on the floor next to you.

“You’re touching yourself.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m sorry,” you immediately breathed, stopping dead in your tracks.

He sat up, leaning his arms on the bed, the moonlight just barely defining his features enough for you to read his face. Expressionless.

“Why did you stop?”

You furrowed your brow, your mouth gaping.

“You didn’t need to stop.” He elaborated. Sleep was very becoming on him. His hair was tousled, his eyes barely open. It was unbearably cute.

“...Are you sure?”

“Very,” his reply was husky. He was ready to enjoy.

You bit your lip again as you continued, now looking at the object of your desire. Just his gaze was enough to add to your edge. Your breathing staggered as you got closer and closer. He could tell, shifting as he watched you.

“Don’t choke back any noises you make…” he said, his voice dreamy. “I want to hear it all.”

You listened. Your mouth hung open as you climaxed, rubbing your clit with intensity, letting moans escape freely from your mouth. A guttural groan came from him as he listened to you, he was very satisfied with the sounds you made.

“Good,” he breathed as you melted into the mattress. He reached for your arm and grabbed your hand, holding up your two fingers in the moonlight. Your juices glistened on them as he scrutinized. He slowly opened his mouth, letting his tongue loll out as he looked you dead in the eye. He enveloped your fingers, rolling his tongue over them, cleaning them thoroughly. He moaned with approval. “Delicious…. Cleaning you up myself is too tempting…” He ran his tongue languidly over your fingers, showing you exactly how he would tidy you up. The thought of his tongue against your sex was making you insane. “But I know how to hold myself back.”

That sentence punctuated the night. He placed a kiss at the tips of your fingers and laid back down on the ground. You were satisfied enough, having met your release, and having been complimented. You knew that more was to come with time. You drifted to sleep, content.

-

The next day was Sunday. Another day off. The news stations started reporting other things, leaving All Might with very little to do. You were finally getting used to his charismatic presence in your home, giving him a “good morning” as you made your way into the kitchen to put a pot on for tea.

You thought as the water boiled. Was this your life now? Constantly wanting. Constantly lustful. You had to admit that there was something about him. You couldn't keep him off your mind. That tight black t-shirt left little to the imagination. But yesterday felt like some sort of blur… you hated the haziness of it all. That the thing clearest in your mind was your desire for him.

You decided to bring it up.

“Uh, All Might?” You handed him a cup of tea.

“Mm?”

“I've been thinking.”

“As most people do.”

You ignored that. “I… I don't want to be like this forever.”

“And what is ‘this,’ exactly?” He took a loud sip, gazing at you from the corner of his eye.

“This feeling I have around you… what you do when you talk to me.”

He laughed.

“I mean it. I hardly remember yesterday, it feels…” you paused to gather your thoughts. “Do you know that feeling you get when you swim in the ocean? And then at night, when you lay down, it feels like you're still rocked by the waves?”

“Many people would describe that feeling as pleasant .” He said.

“It is.” You said. “It's very pleasant. But I feel like I'm a…” it was so cliche, too cliche. “Like I'm a slave of my desire for you. And I don't want that. I have a life and a job. I can't think only about you. ”

He lowered his tea cup and met your eyes. “Darling, that feeling doesn't last forever. When was the last time you've felt like this? How long has it been for you?”

Darling.

“...I've never felt like this about another person.”

His grin was wicked. “You're a virgin, then?”

So blunt. “No! I'm not. I just….”

“If this is the first time your desire has been this strong, you should savor it, girl. Not many people have the pleasure of this feeling.” He placed his tea cup down, crossed his arms. “You are no captive here. You can leave whenever you'd like, and you can kick me out whenever you'd like, as well. But you chose to stay. And you're letting me do the same. Consider it.”

He turned back to the TV.

He had a point. He had not made you do anything, truly. You chose to place his hands on your waist. You chose to continue with yourself as he watched. He was only egging you on, wanting the same exact thing. And yes, he barged in here, but you never actually tried to make him leave. You could have ended it right then and there. Even though ending it was truly the last thing you wanted to do.

You smiled. So you were in some sort of control, after all. It felt like such a whirlwind, but you were the one was chose to be swept up. There was some sort of liberation there… in giving into carnal behavior. In admitting your desire. And running with it.

He was right. The two of you would have fun. Those butterflies in your stomach whenever he looked at you. The warmth you felt under his touch. These feelings of nervousness and pure want. You'd relish them while he was in your grasp. It wasn't going to last forever.

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All Might approached you in the kitchen as the afternoon was settling in. You were raiding your fridge, trying to figure out what to cook for the evening.

He leaned against the fridge, and it tilted and groaned under his weight. He seemed amused by you. “What exactly are you looking for?”

“I don’t know, something to cook. What do you eat?”

“I don’t.”

You shut the fridge to look at him. “You don’t eat ?”

“Don’t make me go into it, girl.” He huffed, annoyed.

“You drink, though. You drink tea all the time.”

He sighed again. “ Yes, I drink.”

“I feel bad that I don’t have anything for you…” you muttered. “Why don’t we grab you something?”

He threw his head back in laughter. “You want me to go out? With this new price on my head? They’re looking for me!”

“Aren’t they always? You accosted me wearing a hoodie the other day. And you didn’t seem on high alert.”

“I’m always on high alert.”

“There’s a convenience store right around the corner. We can get you soup or something. I have no idea what you’d want .”

“Not a chance. I’ll just tell you what I want.” He rolled his eyes, surprised that that hadn’t crossed your mind. Truly, you were looking for an excuse to do something with him. You craved time outside of the apartment.

“So, what do you want then?”

“Miso soup. It has to be strained, though.”

“Fine,” you said, accepting the fact that you’d be going alone.

It didn’t take you long to pick up what he wanted and something for yourself, too. When you returned to the apartment, it was oddly quiet. You heard the shower running, white noise in the air. You grabbed a sieve and strained the soup just like All Might said to do. Why couldn’t he eat? It was amazing to you that he could keep all that muscle without eating. Must be a quirk thing, you finally decided. He didn’t seem thrilled when you asked about it. Pushing the subject was unwise.

So you waited for him to get out of the shower. And waited. You glanced at the clock. What was taking him so long? You didn’t hear anything save the water running. It took you some time to gather the courage to knock on the door. No answer.

“Hey, your soup is getting cold. I strained it for you.”

No answer.

You tried the knob. The door was unlocked. You opened it quietly. Steam filled the room, fogging the mirror and hanging thick in the air.

“You okay in here?”

Still no answer.

Shit. Your mind raced. All Might surely has died in your shower. You’d have to abandon town, start fresh somewhere new. There wasn’t any way that you’d be getting out of this one.

You reached for the shower curtain, anticipating seeing him lifeless on the floor. But sure enough, he was standing. Facing the corner, his hand on the wall. Thank God.

“Hey,” you said, “your soup is-”

He turned to see you and you suddenly caught on to what was going on. His free hand was pumping, working himself in the stream of the water. You caught the faintest glimpse of his naked body before turning bright red and about-facing.

“Jesus, I’m sorry, I was just checking to make sure you were still alive.”

“Don’t apologize.” His voice was husky, his breathing labored. “The tables have turned, haven’t they?”

Right. This was almost the same situation he caught you in last night.

“Stay,” he said.

That was all he needed to say. You could feel warmth in your core just at the thought of it.

“Why don't you turn around?”

You did so, and were startled to see that he was now just inches from your face, leaning out of the shower. Clearly trying to tease you. And he was pleased to see that it was clearly working. You turned beet red in an instant as you nervously watched him grin, trying to keep your eyes from wandering.

He pushed his dripping blonde locks away from his face, his bicep flexing. “Why are you denying yourself?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t play the fool, girl. You made it obvious last night that you wanted me. Why are you afraid to look now ? I'm making it so easy for you….”

He was making it too easy. He was putting on a show. How cocky he was. He knew exactly how he affected you.

He stepped back, allowing you to take in his full form. And God. You had no words for him at that moment. You took your sweet time absorbing every edge of him, every curve of muscle, every glisten on his skin. Until you got to his scar.

It was huge. Looked unspeakably painful. It was a sunburst from his left side, tendrils climbing over his torso. You met his eyes when you saw it, and he saw the sympathy there.

“Spare me, girl. This is a trophy.... From a hard won fight.”

You couldn’t help your curiosity. “Does it ever hurt you?”

Maybe he saw the genuine concern in your eyes, maybe he just wanted to humor you. But he answered . You would finally found out something about him, his mysterious life.

He leaned against the shower wall and got close to you, his voice low. “Always. But I wear it like a medal. It reminds me of how far I’ve come.” You could smell the hot air and the scent of soap coming from him. “Sometimes… I can feel my strength slip from me because of it.”

You swallowed. “...Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I highly doubt that you’ll rat on me. If you do, you’ll never get what you want. What is it that you want, again?” He needed to hear you say it.

“You.”

“That’s right…” he placed a soaking hand at the small of your back, bringing you even closer to him. Any further and you’d be under the stream of water with him. “Now that you’ve seen me … why don’t you let me take a look at you?”

You knew that your reveal would be tragically underwhelming next to his. He looked like he was carved of marble, like he was a god. You were so normal in comparison. You were nervous to disappoint. But even so, you complied, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

“There we go,” he said to himself, watching you. You kicked your pants off and stood there in front of him in your bra and panties.

He shook his head. “Now that’s not fair, is it? I thought we were going to match.”

You decided to indulge yourself. “Why don’t you help me get them off?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

You nodded, holding his gaze.

“Alright, then.” He reached over and in one deft movement, your bra and panties had been torn off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. You didn't have time to get upset over them being ruined. All Might swept you up into his arms and set you down in the shower next to him. You were surprised he even fit in your shower, given his stature. But again, you were cut off from your own thoughts. This time by his lips meeting yours.

You were completely surprised by his kiss. It was the last thing you'd expected from him, and you melted into it. He grasped your shoulders to hold you up, pressing his mouth firmly to yours. You moaned against him as you felt his tongue on your lips, and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue collide with his.

It was warm and sloppy. And you could've stayed like that for hours. But All Might had other plans. He backed you up against the shower wall, parting from your lips and looking down at you with intensity. He placed a hand back onto his member, drawing your attention to it. It was thick and more than generous, veins reaching up the shaft to a soft, pink, bulbous head. The size of it had your mouth watering and your body aching. Could you take it all? Would it hurt?

You’d have to wait longer to find out. He placed his free hand on the side of your face, moving his large thumb to sit over your lips. You opened your mouth and let him in, his thumb laying thick on your tongue. As you slid your tongue over the finger, he pumped himself, reveling in the feeling of your mouth, hot, soft, and wet.

“God, that’s good,” he praised. “I can’t wait to see what that mouth will do when it’s wrapped around my cock.”

Hearing him say that fueled your fire, and you treated his thumb as if it were his cock. His reaction was bodily, curling himself into you and pressing his thumb further into your mouth. You could hear his breath catching, and you couldn’t resist reaching for him to assist.

He swatted your hand away. “No.” He commanded. “You’ll have to earn that.”

You listened, not wanting to cut the encounter short. It was definitely something worth earning. You couldn't be mad at him for denying you. And your head was swimming with ideas that would help you earn him.  

He mashed his mouth against yours and you could feel his heated breath filling you. It was hitching in his chest, and he moved to nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck, grunting as he came. He spilled thick ribbons of white onto the shower floor, courteously aiming downward so as to not hit you. That little detail surprised you, and you admitted to yourself that you wouldn’t have completely minded if he’d done otherwise. The idea of feeling his hot seed on your skin sent a guilty arousal up your spine. You’d never wanted anyone to do that to you before.

It seemed like he was the exception for a lot of things.

After you gave him a minute to catch his breath, you tried to maneuver around him to be under the shower head. “Since I’m already here, I might as well-”

He pinned you back up against the shower wall in another swift movement, and growled in your ear. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet…”

The sound of his voice had you dizzy. He placed his large hands at your thighs, palming the soft flesh there, and moving up further. He tested a finger at your slit. When he drew it away, a string of glistening liquid clung to him. He look beyond pleased.

“Seems you’re ready.” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, and with that, he pressed his thick finger against your aching sex, and was easily accepted. The sound that came from him pushing into you was purely lewd; a delicious, slippery sound. It made it impossible to hide how much you wanted him. You couldn’t deny the reaction your body had to him. His finger filled you so well, it was hard to imagine what his cock would feel like inside you.

His movements were slow at first, then sped up until he was fingerfucking you with abandon. With his free arm, he supported your weight at the small of your back, and you felt like you were going limp under his control. His pace never cracked, never slowed down. He was like a machine, his stamina was inhuman. The friction was delicious, and his finger reached deeper into you than you ever thought it could. When you got closer, he changed his tactics, curling his finger into you to hit the spot that drove you crazy .

“O-oh, fuck….” You couldn’t hold back your keening.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He grinned at you unraveling in his arms. He was experienced. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was amazing at it.

“ So good,” you breathed, hardly able to form words as he kept massaging that spot inside you.

“That’s beautiful. You’re a wreck.” You could feel his fingers at your back pressing fondly into your skin as he complimented you. “Say my name when you cum. I need to hear it.” He sounded desperate for it.

“Oh, God - All Might, I’m-”

“Yes?”

“All Might-!” You cut yourself off with a cacophony of moans as your muscles clenched around his finger, still working you until you completely rode out the waves of your orgasm.

He removed his finger from you and regarded the juices you left on it, moving it around to catch the light in different ways. He seemed satisfied. “Mm. My name sounds wonderful when it escapes you like that… I’m looking forward to hearing more of it.”

You felt like you could hardly breathe. He had hardly even touched your clit, and he brought you to orgasm with only a finger. It seemed too good to be true. “That was….” You knit your brows together in awe. “Wow.”

He laughed. “That’s my favorite reaction. ‘Speechless’.”

“How do people react otherwise?” You wondered. You found it hard to believe that most people wouldn’t be speechless after experiencing skill like that.

“They beg for more. They praise me. They say my name until it loses its meaning.” He ran his hands through his blonde mane. “But I like this much better.”

You rolled your eyes and grinned. As you wrapped a towel around yourself and threw him one, you decided to break the mood. Something had been on your mind.

“All Might?”

“Yes?”

“I'm returning to work tomorrow….”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a new story for me to break? I know you've been holed up here, but I'm sure you have connections. A burner phone or something.”

“I have several burner phones.”

“I'm sure. It would be very helpful if you had any leads. It would keep my boss happy and keep you out of the spotlight.”

“I agree. And I'd very much like to continue our work.” He smirked, placing his hand on your waist.

You blushed. “I would, too. So, do you have anything?”

“...No. I do not.” His voice sounded apologetic. “I've been thinking on this as well, and… the conclusion I've come to isn't ideal.”

“What is it?”

“I have some… people out there. People I would get my information from and pay off. The one thing I had a lot of in my hideout was money.”

“...And now you're dry.”

“And now I'm dry.” He took a second to think as he stared off. “So… I need to find my own evidence. Do my own dirty work.”

“...I could help you.”

He raised a hand to rest on your cheek. He looked so… sad. “No.” He said. “No, you couldn't.”

You leaned yourself into his touch and closed your eyes. The idea of him being in danger like that killed you. Just as the idea of you being in danger killed him. No, he couldn't ask that of you. You'd already given him so much.

“I'll look for a new place for myself while I'm gone. I'll leave here.”

“You don't have to.”

“I do .” His voice was definitive. His words decided. “You're merely a civilian, girl. I cannot stay here.”

“But you want to, don't you?”

He almost laughed. “Of course I do.”

You moved without thinking, throwing your arms around his waist. His torso was so massive, that your hands couldn’t meet at his back. He seemed… jarred, to say the least. He didn’t react for a moment, just stood there and let you hug him. His stiffness melted a bit, and he placed a hand on top of your head. You could tell he didn’t enjoy this much, and that he was accommodating you. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad. At that moment, he was a rock that you couldn’t help but lean on.

Your emotions hadn’t processed. His presence in your life had been so sudden, but so concentrated. So much so that the thought of him suddenly leaving sent a shock through you. You searched for a word to assign to this feeling.

Friendship?

No. The circumstances of your meeting had been much too odd. Much too forced.

Love?

The thought almost made you laugh. No, it wasn’t love. You knew that much.

Then, from nowhere, that word he used at your first meeting came to mind.

Symbiotic.

...That was it.