Well this one might be interesting, cause it's both heartbreak AND lemon. It's taking place when Toshinori is in his early twenties, and is just out of UA. I hope all of you like this, it's gonna take a while to finish. <3
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You bit your nails in distress and kept darting your eyes to the window. The open textbook in front of you seemed to be in a foreign language. You tapped your pencil on your forehead and stared at the blank notebook in front of you. You were a senior in college and attempting to pass your midterms. You were considered a gifted student, but the pressing thoughts on your mind made it impossible to focus on studying.
It was the third time this week Toshinori, aka All Might, was home late. Now, for a normal man and a normal woman, you would be concerned of whether or not he was cheating or getting into trouble. But with this relationship, your only concern was if he was alive.
You sighed and turned off your desk lamp. Extending your arms and legs into a long stretch, you decided it would be best to sleep. You glanced at the clock. It was already 2 in the morning. You let out a shaky breath and stood up. "Oh, help me All Might, save me and my weak, beautiful, and frail body!" You exclaimed out loud, mocking the common damsel in distress. The downside of having a young, strong, handsome boyfriend that saved people for a living, besides the threat of him dying and all, was the fangirls who always gushed over him and tried to get his number.
You let out a loud cackle, cherishing the fact you could be crazy when you were home alone. You were using the humor and sarcasm to mask how worried you were about Toshinori. You knew very well that no amount of distraction could take your mind off of him. You walked to the kitchen to eat one last thing before you went to bed, hoping you would wake up to him in the morning, like usual.
You probably looked ridiculous, in underwear and a tank top, drinking milk straight out of the carton. You wiped your mouth and put the carton back, slamming the door. You rested your head on the handle, standing there in the dark. Sadness and worry rested on your mind like heavy swamp air.
You threw your hair up in a bun, and decided to sleep on the couch instead. At least then you might be able to hear him come in. Just as you sat down and turned on the tv so you could have background noise, you heard the front door click open. You looked over to see Toshinori leaning down so he could fit through the door. He looked perfectly fine, except for a cut on his cheek.
"Hey, uhm sorry I'm back so late... what are you still doing up?" He whispered as he came to stand next to the couch. He looked down at you, and looked very worried.
"Oh you know. Being overcome with worry and dread tends to keep a person up," you hissed. He winced at your sharp words and delicately sat down next to you, the couch creaking under his immense weight. His golden hair fell over his eyes and he pushed it back absentmindedly.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't call you because I couldn't find a quarter for a pay phone. And I had to take down a gang of thugs, along with a few other criminals. They didn't hurt me because they were pretty weak. But they did hold me up for quite a while," he explained, using his hands to demonstrate certain words. Clearly he didn't have an idea of how seriously you took this.
"Yagi, you're killing my brain cells here," you groaned. "I don't care why. I just am tired of never knowing if you're okay. You're so reckless and irresponsible, it's like you forget you're an adult and have responsibilities besides being a hero. I only ever see you at random, small portions of the day, and it's so exhausting."
He sighed and scooted closer to you. "Y/N, when I asked you to be my girlfriend three years ago, I explained that it's not going to be a normal relationship," he comforted. "I am committed to you, but my responsibility is to be a great upcoming hero. And you know my goal of being the symbol of peace. I'm sorry, but this is how it'll be if you're with me. Anyone in my life risks losing me, not just you."
You rolled your eyes and looked away. What he was saying was rational, but he didn't seem to be registering how worried you were. He tried to put his arm around you, but you slapped it away. A surprised look on his face appeared and he blinked hard. She's usually more tolerant than this.
You whipped your head back around to him after he attempted to cup your face with his hand. "I'm sorry. I was just worried, okay?" You blurted. Tears stung your eyes and started to trickle down your cheeks. "What would I do if I lost you?" You hissed through your teeth. "What if we have a child some day? What if they have to ask me where you went or why you're in the hospital?"
"Please just calm down. I've explained it many times to you. You know I love you, Y/N," he said with his brows beginning to furrow.
"God. I know it's your responsibility and everything, but it sucks that you aren't careful and you don't even seem to consider my feelings in all of this!" You shouted. You got up and stood in front of him. His eyes were wide and his usual smile distorted into a frown and his face looked disturbing, one more thing to add to your issues.
"Please, sit down." He got up and grabbed your hand.
You wiped your tears off your cheeks and raised
your eyebrows. "No! I need you and you don't even seem to care. You don't know what it's like to stay up, sleepless and worried every single night. Try out some empathy!" Your voice was at full volume now and he winced with each word. He started to say something, but you didn't listen. You stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door. With the lock clicked shut, you turned on the faucet and splashed your face with cold water.
You expected to hear him outside the door, begging to let him in. But there was nothing, silence. It almost surprised you that he wasn't out there, he always chased after you, waited for you. You sat on the toilet with the cover down, and cradled your head in your hands. Your tears kept coming in thick, rolling down your wrists and causing you to heave.
Twenty minutes passed and there was still no sign of Toshinori. So you decided to unlock the door and creep out. Maybe he went to bed. He's probably so fed up with me right now.
You slinked into the bedroom and a vibrant image filled your eyes. The lights were off, and the only radiance came from dozens of candles. Toshinori stood in the center of the room, not facing you. His head was bowed and he was attempting to light another candle, but then turned around when he heard you come in. He smiled at the sight of you and approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders.
"What is this?" You sniffed. Stars filled his eyes and you couldn't read his face. You couldn't tell if he was happy, content, or concerned.
"Y/N, I have no idea of how you think I don't care about you. You've been in my life for three years and honestly, you're one of the main things that keeps me going out there. It's just the thought of you and your smile and your hair and your laugh that makes me work harder. I want you to be safe and I want to to live in a safe world. I want to sacrifice my life for yours. And I do my best to stay safe so I can come home to you sprawled out on the bed and your loud snoring. I adore you," he gushed.
He blinked away some tears and waited for your response. You stammered utter nonsense and tried to express how what he made you say feel. "I-I... What are you..." you tried to say.
"Hey," he whispered. "I know." He leaned down to kiss you then stood back up to admire you. "Please never forget that. If you do I'll lose my mind, woman."
You laughed as he wiped your tears. Your sniffling filled the room, with him looking down at you silently, stroking your cheek. You started crying even heavier, your sobs breaking the quiet. He pulled you into his huge arms and embraced you tightly. Your hands were pressed up to his chest and your head was cradled by his hand. His other moved up and down your back, comforting you.
"Can I make it up to you?" He cooed. You looked up to see softened eyes and a small smile.
"Huh?" The question confused you. He chuckled and stroked your hair.
"Can I make it up to you? Making you worry is one of the worst things a guy can do. I wanna make it right," he offered.
"Well... I'm less mad now. In fact I'm alright. But if that's what your conscience needs, then go ahead," you sheepishly whispered. He stuck his tongue to the side of his cheek absentmindedly, while gently ushering you to sit on the queen-sized bed. You sat down on the edge and waited as he got on his knees in front of you.
He took both your hands in his and looked into your eyes. Even on his knees, he still towered over you by a bit. He leaned in to kiss your lips delicately, showing he wasn't always the tough, tenacious man he was depicted to be.
He didn't try anything lewd or frisky, he was just demonstrating his respect for you. You ventured your hands to his jawline, lightly tracing the sharp angle with your fingertips. Your eyelids fluttered open as he pulled back and stood up. "Hm?" You grunted.
He didn't say anything in response and stood there, looking you over. You didn't look good at all, your face was puffy and red from crying and your hair was a complete mess. Not to mention the baggy tank top that made you look twice your actual size.
He laughed and threw his head back, putting his hands on his eyes. "You still look beautiful, even though I was terrible and made you cry," he muttered. Your face flushed red at his observation and you covered your face with your hands. You felt hands pulling your own from your face, and was met with with caring blue eyes.
"Here, scoot back to the headboard," he politely demanded. You complied and scurried back, and sat with your backside leaning on the board. He crawled up to sit on his knees in front of you. His hands rested on your thighs and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Nervous jitters rushed up your spine as he leaned closer to you. He pulled your shirt off to leave your breasts exposed to the warm air. He then pulled off his own shirt to reveal rippling muscles and defined abs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. He came closer to you till he was practically on top of you, then pulled you up onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your naked waist and his mouth met yours, in a more lewd and erotic kiss.
You let out a small moan as you felt a warm hand cup around your right breast. His thumb twirled around the pert nipple and lightly spun around it. You quivered at the sensation and kissed him harder, then parting from him and gasping for air.
You looked into his eyes, panting and out of breath. He smirked and abruptly put his mouth on your other breast, still playing with the other. You whimpered and brushed his back with your fingers. You felt goosebumps rise on his skin from your touch, the sensation making you blush once again.
His tongue circled one nipple while the other was being attacked by his hand. He was persistent and constant, causing you to get wetter and wetter with the second. You felt a hard poke underneath you and knew it was close to time to become one with him.
You pulled back from him despite how good his tongue felt on you and got off his lap. You snapped the waist band of his pants, then pulled them off along with his underwear. You started to put your mouth on his cock, but he stopped you.
"No, Y/N," he whispered, "normally I would love you to do that. But right now you just need to let me please you. It's not about me." He tipped your chin up with his hands and looked at you sweetly. You adhered to him and backed off. You leaned back onto the headboard again and watched as he came to pull off your underwear.
After he took your panties off, he sat back again to gawk at you and stare. You felt compelled to cover up with your arms to hide your embarrassment, but you decided to at least let him have this. A solid five seconds passed before he snapped out of it and decided to take charge finally.
He got down to lay on his stomach so he could reach your aching and slick vagina with his mouth. "Look at me," he coaxed. You looked down at his eyes and watched as he took the plunge. He started off at your clit, alternating between sucking on it and playing with it with his fingers. His rhythm was like music, your moans and yelps being the melody.
You grabbed at his golden hair and clenched your fingers into the fluffy strands. He hummed into you and let out grunts of satisfaction, even though he was the one pleasing you. The vibration of his deep voice made you bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut.
He then entered you with his tongue while still toying with you with his fingers. He flicked his tongue, your brain shut off with the sensation. Nothing was left in your mind but pleasure, and the warmth between your legs grew stronger and stronger, before you screamed and came all over him. Your breaths filled the room and all you could see was white.
He came back up to kiss you gently, much different from earlier. This kiss said "I love you" and nothing more. Your arms enveloped his neck and you rested your forehead on his. You kissed him once again, then used his shoulders as support to lower yourself onto his penis. You were used to his size, but it still hurt every time, it's almost like you forgot how big he was so you underestimated it.
He bit his lip and placed his hands on your waist
to help you sit down on his lap. You winced as you slowly filled yourself with him. He let out a grunt and licked his lips, and you slowly started to bounce yourself up and down on him.
The sound of the skin slapping and the deep moans of Toshinori filled the room, with you two not breaking eye contact the whole time. You leaned back, forgetting there was nothing to catch you, but before you toppled over, his quick reflexes kicked in, and he caught you effortlessly with his big arms.
You laughed lightly and continued to bounce up and down on him quickly. But apparently he needed more, so he gently put you on your back and started fucking you like that. His hands were on either side of your head, your eyes meeting intensely.
Your mouth hung open and your eyebrows stitched together. "Shit," he moaned under his breath, you could tell he was getting close. He started trusting fast, with more intensity. His bucking hips and waving back creating amazing visuals for you. The sound of your skin slapping grew faster, and he finally let out and loud, long moan. He pulled out and released on your stomach, grunting and heaving. "Oh god," he mumbled.
"I... I didn't do enough for you," he scolded himself.
"Well, we can always go again," you comforted. He collapsed next to you. Your fingers traced lines on his chest as you looked up at him lovingly.
"We definitely should," he chuckled. You rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your leg around his waist.
"You're forgiven," you whispered. He smiled and said nothing, just stroked your hair. That would be one of your last memories with him.
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Hey y'all, thanks for reading! I wrote this first part and uploaded it and it was up for a couple hours, but I decided I didn't like it well enough and that I could do better. So this is the updated version.
This is gonna be 2-3 parts long, so stay tuned. The heartbreak part will be in the second chapter, and the lemon was obviously in this one. It might take a while to finish the other chapter(s),but I thought I should update since I haven't in a couple days. I hope you enjoyed this part, please leave suggestions for future stories! <3
-Liv💙
Photo credits go to the artist
This chapter has been edited.
