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AllMight/Aizawa – overstimulation; squirting; dacryphilia – AllMight has been consistently overworking himself and staying late hours in the teacher's lounge despite his colleagues warning him. When Aizawa wakes up from a nap to find the old man yet again at work late after hours, he takes matters into his own hands.

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Aizawa isn’t surprised to find that it is already inching into actual, deep night by the time he wakes up in the corner of the teacher’s lounge; but he is surprised that there’s not complete darkness surrounding him.

Slowly, he wiggles his way out of his sleeping bag, eyes still feeling heavy and head foggy as if he had not slept at all, until he sees the thin, lone figure sitting in front of their pc screen. It wakes him up nicely; not all the way, but certainly more than he had been in a couple of days.

He groggily gets up, carding his unkempt hair out of his face and then dragging his hand over his jaw. The bristling sound of it is enough to alert Toshinori to his presence and not startle him to goddamn death when he says with a deep, sleep-rumbly voice: “Thought me an’ the teachers made it pretty clear you should go an’ get some rest.”

The edges of his words are softened by his tongue still not quite wanting to move the way he wanted it to.

He watches Toshinori’s bony shoulders stiffen before he slowly turns to peek over his shoulder. His deep set eyes are glittering beneath the heavy brow which he has pulled up in genuine dismay.

“Eraserhead! I… I didn’t know you were still here.”

Aizawa smiles slow and predatory. He comes closer, watching Toshinori fumble around, trying to explain himself. Maybe. There’s alarm in the old man’s gaunt face. Aizawa wonders what he thinks will happen. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t been privy to anything he and the other teachers have been fantasizing about in their drunken little after-work get-togethers. Trying to figure out how to make the old hero relax and stop overworking his already fragile health.

Aizawa crooks his finger at him. Toshinori stop stuttering through some half-assed excuses and sighs deeply, shoulders sinking. He gets up from his chair slowly, hand moving back to the mouse of his computer.

“Alright. Just… give me a moment to safe the file and-”

Aizawa grunts, hand curling around Toshinori’s narrow upper arm and pulling him away. He doesn’t mind the screen still being on; it’ll give him a nice little lightsource to seeing what he is doing to The Greatest Hero In Existence.

.o.

Toshinori had sounded alarmed when he got grabbed and pulled aside and those little sounds of distress have not lessened even when Aizawa pushed him down on the lumpy couch in the teacher’s lounge and started kissing him.

He’s just as inexperienced as Aizawa thought he would be. Or maybe it’s just been a long time since he last kissed someone because he makes a wonderful little grunting sound and pants against Aizawa’s mouth in confused little bursts. He tries to speak and ask questions but Shouta quickly nips that in the bud by pushing his tongue into the old man’s mouth.

Toshinori’s long fingers immediately clench in the front of Aizawa’s suit; just holding on for dear life.

It’s wonderfully easy to kiss the protests right out of AllMight’s mouth. By the time Aizawa leans away, the old man is panting softly and looking dazed. There’s an uncharacteristic flush to his usually gaunt, anemic cheeks, and he looks too busy trying to regulate his breathing to actually start speaking again. Perfect.

Slowly, Shouta begins loosening AllMight’s tie, then unbuttons his shirt nice and slow, eyes flicking between the skin he reveals and the old man’s confused, flushed face. Feeling like he needs to explain himself at least a little, he murmurs: “We were thinking that if we couldn’t make you see reason with words, we might as well do so with actions. So I’ll make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“E-Eraserhead…” Toshinori whispers all soft and pathetic and wheezing. He sounds still so polite; so shy. It makes Shouta’s head light up in quite a few, pleasurable places as he opens the belt that has been cinched to the tightest hole. He doesn’t need to open AllMight’s pants to tug them down his narrow hips and painfully skinny thighs along with his underwear.

What does surprise him and give him pause for .5 seconds is the mound covered with soft, dark-blond pubes and the adorably pink little gash underneath.

He had not expected AllMight to have a pussy; and the cutest one at that. But he rolls with it before his surprise can really make its way onto his face and maybe make the old Hero start to feel insecure.

There’s the faintest wetness already glistening on his lips. He’s gotten a bit excited from the kissing and isn’t that just wonderful? Isn’t that just adorable? Shouta’s hand slips between Toshinori’s thighs, one rough, broad fingertip slowly sliding along his lips and making him choke so hard on his own breath that he starts coughing profusely.

Aizawa smirks. He shifts his touch while Toshinori’s painfully thin body jerks through his coughing fit; cupping his pussy and just holding it in his palm while he waits for the old man to get his faculties back.

There’s a thin line of blood drooling from the corner of his mouth and his deep set eyes are huge as they stare at Shouta. He does not have any words, it seems. Just lies there on the lumpy couch and gapes at his colleague while he gets his secret little plum felt up.

“Have you calmed down?” Aizawa asks him in a low voice. He starts to pet him. Drags his fingers in minute little up-and-down motions right at the bottom of his seam; right where he could just put in the littlest of pressure to spread his lips open and get access to his warm little hole.

Toshinori’s eyes are getting glazed over. He lifts one hand and presses it over his mouth while the other is digging desperately into the fabric of the couch. Eventually he chokes out: “W-Why?”

Aizawa hums. He leans down, nosing Toshinori’s shirt open just enough to reveal one meager little tit. His chest is flat like the rest of him even though Aizawa can’t see any scarring underneath his pec. Maybe it just goes under with the general scarring all over his body, even though he chose the side not painfully marred by AFO.

The body of a true hero. The one, true hero. Aizawa does not usually feel sentimental, but this time he is almost overwhelmed by it as he presses a warm kiss against Toshinori’s nipple and pets his fingers along his pussy’s seam, eagerly spreading the wetness around.

“Because you deserve it,” he rumbles low in his throat.