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Nemuri stared down at the paper clutched in her hands, stubbornly keeping her tears at bay. Something inside of her had known but she hadn’t wanted to believe it. She still had had a little sliver of hope. But this solidified it and so did that stupid negative symbol on the pregnancy test she’d tossed into the trash.
The letter from the fertility clinic (the best in the nation) was clear: if this treatment, a combination of medications and specialized quirks, didn’t result in a pregnancy within the timeframe of six months then it was truly impossible for her to get pregnant. And she… she fucking hated it.
No matter how many times she read the damn paper it said the same thing. That the six months were now up and that they were sorry for the outcome and that she could reach out to them for anything. But she knew that this had been the last chance. The last treatment, the last ditch effort for her to birth her own child so she didn’t reach out, instead crumpling the paper up. She closed her eyes as she took a deep, steadying breath.
She would live. Of course she would. But at the moment it felt like her world was collapsing in on itself.
She found herself waking up to a hand on her shoulder. It took a moment for her to raise her head and even longer to remember why she felt so horrible and why her eyes felt swollen and sore. But when she did she simply shrugged off Toshinori and tugged the blankets over her head.
“Go away,” she mumbled.
The large man sat on the bed beside her, large hand gentle as he touched her again.
“You know I can’t and won’t do that,” he said softly. Softly for him at least, it was still sort of loud but she’d long become accustomed to it and it even was a little comforting. But not comforting enough to make her exit her cocoon.
“I don’t need a hero right now, I need to be left alone,” she said thickly.
“You’ve been left alone for long enough, kitten,” he said and before she could really struggle (with what energy, she didn’t know), he’d unrolled her from her blankets and manhandled her onto her back. As always, the easy show of strength sent a trickle of heat down into her gut even with her emotions in such a state. She turned her head away, eyes tightly shut as she refused to look at Toshinori’s face.
“Don’t hide away,” he said and cupped her cheek. His large hand covered the entire thing and she couldn’t help the small shiver that went through her. She felt almost feverish – from crying or from wrapping herself up so tightly in the blankets, she didn’t know – and Toshinori’s hand felt soothingly cool. “Tell me what happened.”
Nemuri opened her eyes but she still didn’t look at him, instead staring resolutely across the room. The light was dim, much dimmer than when she’d first come into her bedroom and she vaguely wondered how long she had been wallowing in her misery.
“D-don’t ask questions to things you already know the answer to,” she spat out. She was angry. Angry at Toshinori, angry at the clinic, at the doctors, the world, but most of all she was angry at herself. At her body, her useless, broken body. She loved being a hero, loved being a teacher, but she had wanted – ached – to be a mother. To care for and nurture a being she had created, carried inside her. So she was angry that her body had betrayed her.
“Oh my darling,” he said sympathetically. “I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t want your pity!” she snapped, finally looking at the man.
He loomed over her, blocking much of the light from the hall out and his face was in shadow but she could still see how soft and gentle his expression was. A fair cry from his hero persona.
“I’m not pitying you,” he said, “I know how important this was to you and it hurts me to see you being unable to get it. I’m not here as a hero, I am here as your partner Nemuri.”
Nemuri tried to keep the tears at bay but it was impossible when the large man was gazing at her with such affection. As if this didn’t change how he looked at her in the slightest. She did cover her mouth with her hands to muffle the sob that burst out of her, her vision clouding.
“It hurts! I wanted it so badly! It’s so easy for everyone else and I’ve done everything I could in my power and others and I still couldn’t! I’m, I’m a failure Toshinori! If I can’t do the one thing I’ve wanted so badly, that should be so easy for me to do, then what use am I?!” she sobbed and closed her fists, hitting them uselessly against the blond’s wide chest as she fought to contain her emotions. She felt like she was breaking, it felt like so much, too much, and all she could do was lash out, hit, struggle against the bed. She knew there was no power behind them and even if there was it wouldn’t phase a hero like All Might but it helped channel some of her feelings.
“You aren’t a failure,” he rumbled, allowing her to continue her fit as he brushed hair from her face. He twisted it between his fingers. “Just because you can’t birth a child doesn’t mean you’re a failure and it doesn’t even mean you can’t be a mother.”
Nemuri let out a hysterical laugh, nails digging into the man’s shirt. “I knew y-you wouldn’t understand!” she gasped. “How could you? You don’t know how it feels to want to hold someone so close they’re a part of you, someone you’ll always be connected to, someone to love and care for forever!”
Toshinori was quiet for a moment and she squeezed her eyes shut, breath hitching with every other inhale. Finally she heard a soft sigh come from him.
“You aren’t thinking clearly,” he said, “and you need to calm down, my beloved.”
The pet name was the only warning she got before his fingers twisted painfully in her hair, yanking her upright. She yelped in surprise and struggled to pull away because she was not in the mood.
But all Toshinori did was grab one of her arms, using it to flip her onto her belly as he dragged her hair up.
“Fuck!” she gasped out, heat rushing through her body as he moved her like a doll. She weighed nothing to him and she knew it, he could hold her up with one hand if he wanted to (and in fact had done it before) and she knew that he knew it never failed to turn her on. Even so. “Let go! I don’t feel like it right now, I just want to be left alone!”
Toshinori chuckled darkly and the sound made her swallow thickly, shivers of pleasure washing through her.
“You always feel like it,” he stated, like a fact. The soft, affectionate tone he’d had earlier was gone, replaced by something vaguely mocking and harsh. “It’s definitely the best way to get you out of your pretty little head of yours, don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”
“Toshinori,” she said in a low voice, reaching back to grab at the hand twisted tightly in her hair, the other propping herself up so she didn’t have to arch so extremely. “I’m not in the mood! Now let go!”
He didn’t reply, instead untangling his fingers from her hair so that he could grip the back of her neck. A second later her face was pressed to the blankets as he held her effortlessly. The grip wasn’t painful, he didn’t grip hard or even apply that much pressure but it was enough that she couldn’t get free.
“Kitten,” he admonished.
She was very aware of his other hand as it ran slowly down her spine then to the swell of her ass. For a moment he left it there, rubbing at the skin there and she found herself relaxing against her own wishes at the familiar weight. She squeaked, cheeks turning red at the noise that was forced from her as the other hero ripped her panties off like they were tissue paper.
“Wait, Toshi – ”
He gave the same treatment to the oversized shirt she had thrown on, exposing her to Toshinori’s hungry gaze, hand, and the mild chill of her bedroom and she found herself falling still even as she panted, fingers clenching and unclenching in the blankets.
“There you go,” he said. “Do you feel calmer now, my pet?”
“N-no,” Nemuri muttered stubbornly but she did. The actions had been startling enough to shock her out of her spiral and she didn’t want to admit the names made her limbs feel gooey, heavy.
Toshinori laughed and petted down her bare back, back to her ass. “I’ll help you then,” he rumbled, causing more heat to pool in her gut. She felt her pussy clench and she just knew she was wet. “I know you’ve been enjoying all of this anyway.”
“No I haven’t!” she protested weakly. Her words turned into a surprised moan as one of the blond’s thick fingers slid easily into her cunt, making her spasm as her eyes fluttered closed. “O-oh.”
“You’re so wet for me,” he rumbled as he fingered her roughly before pressing a second finger inside, causing her to whimper at the stretch.
Sure it hadn’t been all that long since they’d fucked but she was usually the one in control. It was definitely different to be forced to take it. Her head spun at just the idea of his cock splitting her open at his pace, not hers, and she tried to swallow down another moan.
“It really is a shame that I can’t fuck a baby inside you,” he said suddenly. “You would have been so sexy knocked up. So round and swollen. I bet you would have gotten obsessed with it, gotten off on it and you’d never be satisfied without a child in your belly.”
Nemuri sucked in a quick breath, body going rigid at the comment. It was said so flippantly, so vulgarly, causing her insides to twist. She clenched around his fingers without meaning to as she trembled.
“But you can’t be a breeding bitch,” he continued, his thumb now pressing against her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles as he finger fucked her and she groaned, doing her best not to grind down onto his hand. She didn’t want to. Not when he was being so cruel. So cold. “That doesn’t make you a failure or useless though, beloved.”
“W-why not?” she hissed, gulping down air at the hot pleasure radiating from her cunt and the hold Toshinori had on her neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck it felt so good, why did it feel so good?!
“You weren’t meant to carry children but that doesn’t mean you aren’t the most precious, beautiful cumdumpster I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck,” he said in a husky voice.
“N-not a – ” Nemuri cried but it turned into a moan when his fingers twisted so he could pummel her g-spot. Her toes curled and she gripped the blankets tight enough that her nails made rips but she couldn’t focus on that. She couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure curling almost violently inside her gut.
“Hush now, you know it’s true. You know your real use is to be filled and used. It’s the real reason you wanted a baby – you just wanted an excuse to be filled over and over but didn’t want to ask. Too embarrassed to beg me to be my little cumslut,” he continued. He pulled his fingers free of her pussy before bringing them down to slap it sharply.
“N-no!” she choked, pain and pleasure rushing through her as he did it again.
“No what, kitten?” Toshinori asked. He paused in his assault to rub at her clit in large circles but all that succeeded in doing was keep her toeing that line.
“Not your toy!” she whined. “W-want a baby, not just, not just, ah, fill – oh!” She screamed as she finally came with another slap to her pussy lips, this one harder than the others and made her writhe against the bed as her head spun.
“You say that but you’re lying to yourself,” he hummed as he finally let go of her neck.
She went boneless against the bed, panting hard. She wondered if he was done with her – he had, after all, gotten her out of her head which she was slowly starting to realize was his goal all along.
“You came so hard thinking about it after all, look at my hand,” Toshinori said with cruel amusement and held it out for her to see. Sluggishly she opened her eyes to focus on his fingers and when she did she flushed scarlet and swallowed. They were drenched and as he pulled his thumb and forefinger apart a strand of her slick stretched between them until it finally snapped.
“D-doesn’t mean anything,” she muttered and rolled onto her side, back to him. She knew she was lying to herself though, because the thought had turned her on, had made heat rush through her.
“Of course,” he said with a chuckle. “It wasn’t because you realized your actual purpose is to be filled over and over for my pleasure and entertainment, to see your belly bulge with my cum, instead of with child?”
Nemuri shuddered at his words. She felt heavy, dazed. That orgasm had been strong and she knew herself well enough to know she was well on the way to subspace. It had been a long time since she’d been there, much more comfortable with the other side of things especially since Toshinori was always such a good boy, a good sub and she thoroughly enjoyed being in control.
But the siren song of giving up, at least for a little, was strong and she really didn’t want to go back to that breakdown state she had been in earlier, the pain and anguish near physical, thoughts clouded and dark.
Thankfully she didn’t have to speak any of this because Toshinori took her moment of quiet recovery to grab her by the waist and pick her up. She yelped in surprise and flailed a little until he settled her onto his lap, back to chest with her legs over his then craned her neck to look at him. He smirked down at her. Grabbed her chin not unkindly and forced her to look in front of them.
“Oh,” she breathed, eyes widening as she took in her long mirror. She’d been so out of it she hadn’t even noticed the man leave the bed to pull it closer or even when he undressed. But he had and her eyes were drawn to the dripping length between her legs. It seemed to be bigger than all the other times she’d ridden it and she didn’t know why.
“This way you’ll see just how good you look,” he rumbled in her ear as his hands slid under her thighs, lifting her easily. “And you can be filled, just like you want.”
The head of his cock pressed to her folds and he rocked his hips enough that her slick coated him thoroughly before yanking her down.
Her back arched and her eyes rolled back as he pushed into her body, splitting her open in a way that made her choke. She felt so tight, so small in his lap and as she forced her eyes open she saw that that was real – she was small, dwarfed by the large hero. His cock only appeared to be halfway in and she whimpered, gasping for breath. It felt much, much deeper than it was.
“There you go, kitten,” he groaned in her ear. “My precious girl. Doesn’t this feel right?” He rolled his hips up into her and more of his length slid into her body, impossibly deep until it felt like he was pressed right against her cervix. She knew that would hurt for some, for many even, and maybe that was her problem, but it felt overwhelmingly good to have that pressure and heat right up against such a sensitive place. She didn’t know if she was imagining it but she thought she could feel his heartbeat.
Toshinori’s arms slid under her legs, knees folding as he hooked them in the bend of his elbows before his large hands came together behind her head. It took her several seconds to comprehend that he’d gotten her into a full nelson, her body folding willingly and easily with his cock still inside her cunt. She would have laughed at how ridiculous it was – excessive even – but the next moment the man had rolled his hips up into her and she was gone.
She cried out as he fucked into her, each thrust burying more and more of that impressive length inside her. Each time it seemed to slam harder against her cervix, bruising it with each thrust. As if he was coaxing her to relax, to give in.
“See, if you had a baby inside you, I could never do this,” Toshinori said breathlessly in her ear and slammed up inside her.
Nemuri squealed – something so not her that any other time she’d be embarrassed by her behavior but her mind was so far from being able to be embarrassed it didn’t matter because the fat head of his cock forced its way past her cervix and into her womb. She writhed as she came, she’d never felt like this before, never had an orgasm quite like it, it felt like her insides, all of them, were clenching down on Toshinori, clinging to him even as he pulled back and thrust right back in. He didn’t stop as she started to cum and she let out helpless choked noises as he used her. Her clouded eyes focused on the mirror before them and saw, clear as day, where the man’s cock was deep inside her. It created a bulge in her belly with every thrust inside.
She felt herself clench around him, unable to move in his strong, steady hold, as she was pushed past the point she’d normally beg to stop. Her own cum gushed out around his member as she squirted, screaming silently.
She thought she was going to lose her damn mind. She didn’t know how her body held this much pleasure, how she was truly feeling this much. All she could do was take it, take it as Toshinori used her cunt like a fleshlight, not giving her time to rest or come down from that mind-shattering orgasm, until he came as well.
It made her belly swell, stretching the taut skin in a vulgar mimicry of pregnancy that dragged a lazy, dazed smile onto her lips before she fainted.
“I promise, it’s fine,” she told him, her words touched with exasperation.
“But I – and you, I mean – and,” Toshinori babbled, fussing over her after they’d cleaned up.
Nemuri had wrapped herself in (or, well, been wrapped in) her fluffiest, softest robe, a present from Shouta several years back. It might be (it was) bright red which really wasn’t her style but Shouta was always a function over form type of man and it was the softest robe she’d ever had. So she could look past the obnoxious color.
“It’s fine!” she said again with a small smile. She grabbed his face and tugged him forward, kissing his lips gently before releasing him. “You were right, I needed to calm down. And you got me too. Sweetie, if you don’t remember, you fucked me unconscious, I’m not complaining.”
“But I didn’t listen,” he said even as a pale blush colors his now gaunt features.
She gave his cheek a gentle smack. “I’ve done it to you before,” she said with a shrug. “Stop fussing and come lay down with me.”
It only took a little more prodding to get him to do so but when he did, she rested her head on his bony sternum. She didn’t mind and was careful of his injury as always and was able to relax into the long arms wrapped around her.
She felt… she didn’t know if she felt better. Physically maybe yeah but mentally. Mentally she wasn’t sure. She was still devastated at the news but at least she could look at it more clearly.
“…I think I want to try and adopt,” she murmured softly. “You’re right. It, it doesn’t mean I can’t be a mother.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” he said with a hum and she felt him press a kiss to her hair. “I’ll support you however I can, however you’d like.”
She raised her head, bright blue eyes meeting his and smiled softly. “I know you will,” she said whispered and kissed him.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Nemuri whispered to the small bundle that had been set into her arms. She brushed the blanket away and couldn’t help the small, slightly hysterical giggle at the infants face. Her infant’s face. Because he was hers! She’d only had him for ten minutes (physically) but she already loved him with all her heart and would bring hell down on whoever even thought about hurting him.
“He’s a little silly looking isn’t he?” Toshinori huffed as he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close as he looked over her shoulder at the child.
“Lay off, he’s just a baby, lots of babies look silly,” she said in amusement as heterochromatic eyes blinked up at them. He really wasn’t the cutest of babies yet but she had no doubt he’d move past the awkward phase quickly enough. “He’ll get cuter.”
There was so much to do still. The hero commission to appease, the public to sway, the baby who probably already had trauma in his veins to love – it wasn’t every day that a horrific scandal centered on the (ex–) Number Two Pro-Hero Endeavor rocked the proverbial boat that was their society, after all – but she was more than ready for it.