All Might x Reader | Forbidden Attachment

Late Morning

Cw: Smut ♡

Before you opened your eyes, the sweet, warm smell of maple tickled your senses. A late morning sun peered through the cracks between where the curtains met, the bed equally as toasty as the rays hitting your cheeks.

Your mind replayed the events of the night before as you peered through your lashes to examine the golden highlights hitting the wall. It almost seemed too good to be true. But it was. All Might's sheets caressed your bare skin as delicately as he had the night before. 

It had played out like a movie. He was gentle. So goddamn gentle. Patient and soft. He even made the awkward moments almost comfortable. Almost. And when he orgasmed, he played a card you weren't expecting. A card that made you the casino night winner. You won the quirk lottery last night when you got to come with him, riding the wave and crashing into pleasure with him inside you. Feeling every little thing he felt when he felt them doubled the satisfaction of having Toshi literally melt inside of you. 

And he loved you. Even if he didn't say it, he fucking loved you.

Your stomach growled angrily as you rolled over. Burying your face in his pillow, the intoxicating scent of breakfast was replaced by his familiar musk. Your body felt as fluid as the material around it, every stress relieved by the most perfect night imaginable.

You were almost tempted to fall asleep again when a loud crash from the kitchen startled you from your seductive daydream.

"Shit," you heard his low voice mutter as he picked up whatever metal cooking vessel he let slip out of his hands. He shuffled around, a little more cautious of the noise he was making before you heard his footsteps grow louder as he came to check that he didn't wake you. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pretended to be asleep, clutching his pillow loosely to really sell your bluff. The door creaked open slowly. The bright light emanating from the large windows in the living room flooded the room and disappeared again as All Might closed the bedroom door behind him.

The bed dipped down as he carefully crawled under the sheets. Your body involuntarily slid down the small hill he created to meet his. Even with your eyes shut, you felt intimidated by the intimacy. There was no logical reason why he was in his buff form other than for you. No matter how many times you loved him in his skinny form, he still felt more confident when he looked utterly and perfectly built. 

His fingers delicately ran through your hair, sending shivers down your back as they teased your scalp.

"Good morning, sweet girl," he cooed, his fingers pausing at the nape of your neck to stroke it gently. He leaned over to replace his touch with a kiss. 

And another. 

And another. 

His lips trailed down your spine as you continued to pretend to be asleep. He stopped once he reached the small of your back. Your breaths shortened as you anticipated his next move, but he didn't continue. Instead he waited for a response, silently calling your bluff.

"How do you know I'm awake?" You muttered into your pillow, giving in.

"You're not snoring," he laughed softly, continuing to kiss you again back up your spine. You buried your head deeper into the pile of pillows in embarrassment. "Also because you tensed up the second I came in here," he pointed out once he reached your neck again. His tongue drew a circle on your skin before he nibbled and sucked a small hickey on the back of your neck: a pleasurable type of pain that you thoroughly enjoyed.

"Only because you woke me up!" You argued, finally lifting your head to look at him. "And because you're hot." You cupped your mouth with your hands almost immediately, regretting the awkward admission. He was lying next to you with nothing but a very snug pair of dark blue boxer briefs on. Every muscle on his body was perfectly sculpted like a marble statue.