Worth Fighting For (Toshinori Yagi x Reader)

Chapter 19

Art Credit: Joy Yang

"All For One is specifically requesting to see you All Might."

"He is, is he? Whatever did he say for?"

"He didn't specify sir, but we thought it reasonable to let you know. Obviously, you aren't obligated to see that villain as per his—"

"I'll go."

"P-Pardon?"

"I will visit All For One."

With that Toshinori ended the call quickly, not caring much to spend anymore time on the phone than he needed to.

The woman tucked taut into his chest was still sleeping from the time they spent together yesterday. The two lovers had exhausted themselves stupid with a couple more rounds later in the night as well, enjoying each other's bodies as much to satisfy carnal libido.

The retired hero had groggily woken up relaxed but sore from a blaring phone, hissing at the slight burning sensation radiating all over his back. He then remembered the culprit to those marks, (Y/N's) soft cheek and body still pressed against the man's very naked torso. He looked at her form almost disbelieving in his thin arms, tracing exactly where the blanket ended to show the warm supple skin that was exposed to his lingering cerulean gaze.

Even with her (h/c) hair flying in every which way with frizz and all, probably looking even worse than his own at times, she still looked angelic. He even took noticed to the very light sounds of snoring coming from her too, something he felt like he could listen to all morning.

He slid the backs of his thick fingers up her nude arm and then to her shoulder, leaving sweet pecks at the woman's hairline as he admired her. The unusual phone call he received was temporarily placed into less of an importance in his brain, even if it should've been.

(Y/N) stirred slightly, humming behind her lips as she seemed to cuddle in closer to the blonde, entangling her pliable legs in between the man's longer toned ones. Her arms squeezed a bit tighter against him. He shivered at the smooth sensation of her skin on his own, molding her body close enough to where their hips melded together.

Another blessed reminder of the amazing sex he had with the love of his life.

All Toshinori craved still was her touch.

The retired hero rolled his shoulders, the movement irritating the scratches on his back eliciting a sharp hiss from his mouth. Even if he didn't want to, his body needed to get moving as he'd rather meet All For One soon to get it done and over with.

"My love..." he murmured, rousing her gently.

(Y/N) whined quietly, attempting to press her face further into the man's chest.

"I need you up, at least for a moment. Then, you can go right back to sleep." Toshinori cooed, pulling the woman back from his embrace to view her relaxed features. Craning his long neck down, the man began to pepper warm kisses on her face.

This seemed to do the trick, as she was now rasping out lazy complaints to the assault. The mornings really made her native accent stand out, and Toshinori couldn't get enough of it. He enjoyed that being with her allowed him to see such intimate things, and to indulge in all the affection he'd been holding himself out on.

"Nooo...stop...Don't kiss me, my face is oily. I haven't washed it yet." the woman groaned, letting her (e/c) eyes peel open to focus on the man's handsome face. She covered her mouth shyly, suddenly a bit self conscious over the smell of her breath.