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cupofmiko · 1 year

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WHEN IT FEELS RIGHT - midoriya izuku x f!reader

five times you fall for midoriya izuku.

genre: friends to lovers au, pro hero au | fluff, smut

warnings: aged up characters, you are a U.A. general studies graduate, Deku is taller than you idc, Ochako is a good friend <3, minor violence, making out, dry humping, smut at the end! SMUT: car sex, izuku using “good girl” and “pretty girl” because i have a problem, some soft dom!deku, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 9k

a/n: 2023 traci has returned as an izuku simp. In the past year, i feel like i have turned over every stone and have read every izuku fic i could get my hands on - so i decided to add a stone of my own.

As soon as you answer the phone, the words are already prepared. “No.”

On the other side, Uraraka laughs. “You don’t even know what I’m going to say!”

“I saw your text!” you rebuff, but you’re smiling. “I know you know I got the job.”

“Even more of a reason to celebrate!” she whines. “Not only did you graduate with honors but you got a job at Denki’s agency!”

You readjust the phone at your ear, drumming your fingers on the table. “Exactly, it’s Denki’s agency. He knew who I was before he hired me. Forget celebration, it’s borderline nepotism.”

Uraraka makes a noise of protest. “We both know that Denki was only present at your final interview, and we both also know that the hiring manager had already made up her mind before Denki knew you were getting hired. Don’t undermine your accomplishments, I won’t let you!”

Your friend’s fierce loyalty to reinforcing the truth makes you pause, because it’s true. Kaminari Denki was always more of a schoolmate rather than a friend, part of the Class 1A group of aspiring heroes that you knew of through your blossoming friendship with Uraraka Ochako. The pair of you met through a class project and have kept in touch ever since. You kept up with each other’s lives over the next many years: Uraraka breaking the top twenty hero rankings, and you breaking into the growing pains of attending university. Pair that with a few study abroad opportunities post-college, leading you to where you are now. Back in Japan, a few weeks away from starting at Chargebolt’s agency.

And your best friends wants to celebrate.

On the phone, Uraraka says your name softly, conveying her seriousness. “C’mon. It’ll be super lowkey, promise. I’ll host. No fancy restaurants, no loud music at the bar. Getting a new job is always a new and exciting opportunity. Let’s celebrate that with some friends!”

You sigh. Uraraka always knows what to say. Call it her genuine nature or stubborn determination. “Fine, fine. Thank you, Ochako.”

“You can thank me by showing up!” she responds cheerily.

That conversation was a week ago, and you now stand in front of Uraraka’s home - a beautiful unassuming place of dark wood and brick exterior surrounded by bamboo. You knock on the door, waiting a moment before the door swings open. The easily recognizable Kirishima Eijiro flashes you a grin. “Hey, look who’s here!”

Kirishima always makes you smile, even when you were kids. “Hi Eijiro, long time no see.”

One-armed hug later, and you are stepping into the home. Despite the more secluded exterior of Uraraka’s house, the inside is brighter with beige paint and long windows immediately filling you with warmth. A small collection of shoes are already gathered near the entrance, and your own shoes join soon enough.

Having been in Uraraka’s home many times, you easily navigate through the entry way into the living room where all the voices of guests loudly echo through the house. When you make yourself known, the attention shifts to you and the greetings start.

All sorts of people, current friends and past classmates, come forward. Names you’ve heard in circulation from Uraraka and others come over to you for congratulations, but all people you were at least on a first-name basis with while at U.A. Most of them are your fellow general studies students, all of whom have jobs in the hero industry with a mutual connection to Uraraka. Lots are also from the hero course, who greet you cheerily despite how long it has been since you’ve seen each other.

Face-to-face, at least. “You guys have no idea how much I’ve seen you all on the news, even when I was working abroad. It’s crazy how well all of you have been doing in the hero ranks,” you exclaim.

Ashido Mina sighs loudly. “Well, when you’re the generation responsible for rebuilding hero society, you just feel the eyes on you all the time. I think we’re just lucky things are working out the way they are, because that’s definitely helping the rankings.”

From behind, Kaminari Denki puts an arm around you. “Well, at least you’ll be here to come along on the adventure.”

You glance at him, grinning. “I should have you to thank for that then, boss.”

Beside you, Bakugou Katsuki scoffs. “Idiot. Dunce Face here probably doesn’t know the difference between HR and PR. You got the job because you’re qualified and hardworking, aren’t you?”

A compliment, from Bakugou of all people, warms you up a little with pride. He’s definitely leveled out since graduation. Still with that fiery temper of course. But he’s gentler.

Not gentle enough though. Kaminari looks appalled at the insult. As the two of them spiral off into their own argument, you look around at all the hero course students who showed up. Actually, all the Class 1A heroes have shown up, with the exception of one.

You tilt your head, eyes finding Uraraka. “Where’s Midoriya?”

Bakugou overhears, turning away from Kaminari. The latter turns stony at being dismissed. “That Deku is an idiot. Took over patrol for one of his sidekicks, so he’ll be late.”

Despite having not seen Midoriya Izuku in years, taking over patrol for a sidekick still somehow seems on brand for him. Too selfless, too thoughtful.

The party is in full swing after the initial reunion conversations are made. Despite the intention of the party, you are glad that you are not the sole focus. Most people branch off into mini groups to have smaller conversations with one another, catching up or chit-chatting. You find yourself caught up in a conversation with Mina, Bakugou, Kirishimia, and Momo, mainly discussing abroad opportunities and sharing the experiences.

About an hour into the party, there is a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it!” you call, knowing that Uraraka is busy with Shouto replenishing the ice bucket. You reach the front door, opening it. There stands Midoroiya Izuku, but not the Izuku you remember. He’s taller, curly green hair, broad shoulders. He’s grown into his features. Oh dear, you think to yourself, he’s cuter than you remember. “M-Midoriya!” you exclaim, doing well to ignore the warning in your heart.

He smiles, soft familiar eyes. He returns with your name, immediately going into it in a way you have almost forgotten. “I haven’t seen you in forever! How have you been? Congratulations on your job, Denki told us all about it after your final interview! He was so surprised to see you, as was I. Last I heard about you, Ochako said you were doing some internship abroad. Not that I don’t keep up to date about you! Er, nor do I try to ask too many questions about you to Ochako, that seems a little invasive. I’ve just been busy myself. Being a hero is great and everything! But with the cases we take on and traveling and working, it can get difficult…”

Your eyes are wide. This part about Izuku is familiar; his ever-present ability to go on any tangent and ramble. Back in high school, you were definitely closer to Izuku compared to some other students from Class 1A. But, again, it all stemmed from your friendship with Uraraka. The last time you actually saw Izuku was two years after high school graduation. But that version of Izuku is so much different than the Izuku standing before you - packed with muscle, experience, and fame.

“Midoriya, it’s good to see you too,” you return once he’s trailed off, seeing that as an opportune moment to jump in. “And no need to apologize. I’m sure it is challenging being the number one hero.”

At that, he goes nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “W-Well, just want to follow All Might, you know? Help make sure society feels safe again.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” you say. “Come on, I didn’t mean to keep you outside for so long.”

Izuku laughs at that, stepping in and removing his shoes. He straightens up, looking at you. “How have you been?”

As the pair of you go deeper into the house, you continue your conversation. The one consistent thing about Izuku is his friendly nature, his ability to keep up a discussion. Even as you lead him into the kitchen to say hello to his friends, his attention never leaves you. He says his quick hello’s, but always returns back to you to resume the conversation.

Used to getting lost in the sea of a crowd, you feel warm with something beyond pride. It’s a softer feeling, a strange kind of affection building up inside of you.

Eventually, after Izuku makes his rounds in the living room, he finds you opening up a ginger ale on the couch. “Mind if I join you?”

You blink up at him, momentarily surprised that he’s still talking to you. Last you saw him, he was talking to Bakugou, which is where you assumed he would be for the rest of the night. “Of course!”

He sits on the couch. “So when did you move back home?”

You hum. “Last month. I feel like I had to hit the ground running by applying to as many jobs as possible when I landed. I am really lucky that Denki’s agency hired me. It’s in a pretty good neighborhood, so finding an apartment wasn’t too difficult.”

“That’s good.” Izuku nods. “What made you want to move back? Was the abroad stuff not working out?”

You ponder. “Not that it wasn’t working out. The experience was great, but I think just getting…”

“Homesick?” he offers.

You nod, smiling. “Yeah. Ochako sent me a video of the cherry blossoms this past spring and I don’t know. That’s what did it for me.”

He hums with agreement. His attention is not unlike how it was when you were kids. But it feels different. The confidence radiates off of him like steam, the years of knowledge navigating the pro hero world and climbing his way to the top being felt so clearly from the way he holds himself. And you feel that initial attraction similar to finding a stranger attractive pinging through you. It makes your smile just a little wider, your attention hold just a little longer, and your eyes linger. You wonder if he’s thinking something similar.

People start making their leave towards midnight, citing early patrol hours or work as reasons to leave. It doesn’t matter, you enjoyed the party all the same.

Since you still have some off-time before officially starting work next week, you offer to stay behind with Ochako to clean up. And if Izuku lingers by your side a bit too long before leaving, making you promise him to stay in touch; and if Uraraka gives you that look while you start tossing paper plates into the trash can - you miss it.

You hear Chargebolt before you see him, as it always goes at the agency. His energetic personality captures him during all hours of the day, meaning that he can make conversation with nearly everyone at his agency as well as serve as that friendly, protective face to the people of the neighborhoods he patrols.

You’re in the middle of writing up an email when you hear a knock at your cubicle. Denki stands just outside the perimeter of your desk, all dressed up in his hero outfit and clearly about ready to go on patrol. He greets you.

“Chargebolt, is everything okay?” you ask, trying to be formal with his hero name.

Denki grins sheepishly. “I’m actually asking you something un-hero related. Uraraka is making plans for mini-golf with the group after work. You in?”

You straighten up slightly at the unexpected invitation. “Sure,” you say, smiling. “Do you know who’s going?”

“Probably those who took the morning shifts for patrol. As far as I know it’ll be Uraraka, Asui, Jiro, Momo, Tenya, Kacchan, and Izuku. And me.”

The mention of Izuku’s name makes you jolt slightly with heightened interest. “Sounds like a good crowd,” you manage, trying to sound as normal as possible. “I’m down.”

“Cool, I’ll let Uraraka know,” he says, looking down at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “By the way,” he starts. “Something going on between you and Deku?”

Your heart stammers at that. For a second, you worry your internalized secret has gotten out. That you suddenly like Izuku differently now after all these years. “What do you mean?”

For someone whose entire personality hinges on silliness and an easy-going nature, Denki’s look is surprisingly clear. “Nothing specific. You guys were talking a lot at the party. And just now, Izuku said we should invite you. Was just wondering if there was something going on there. Or if something happened after the party.”

“Um…” you stammer. “N-Nothing happened! We didn’t do anything after the party either! We’re just… friends.”

Denki gives you another look, before he shrugs. “I was just curious. Anyways!” His thoughtful observation is replaced with his usual cheery smile. “I’m going out to patrol, but should be back in time for us to go to the mini golf place together. If you’re cool with that.”

You give him a weak thumbs-up. “I am. See you soon then.”

With some fingerguns, Chargebolt is off.

The remaining day is a slow six hours of work. You answer some emails, write out some sentences for an upcoming newsletter your boss wants you to write. But you are finishing up sending over some drafts and photos to your department just as Chargebolt is strolling back into the office.

He passes by your cubicle, knocking on it twice with his knuckles. “I’ll be ready in five minutes, that cool?”

You click and clack a few more letters before hitting enter. “Yep, I’m almost done myself.”

Denki nods. “Okay, let me change. Be right back!!!” he dashes down to his office, returning a few seconds later in his casual clothes. You’re just about finished packing up just as Denki returns. Together, the pair of you leave the office and make your way to the subway station. Your initial worries about Denki attracting attention are whisked away when you notice how easily he can blend into a crowd.

You voice this thought to him as the pair of you board the train.

“Sometimes, not attracting attention is just as important as attracting attention,” he says.

It is a quick ten minute ride to the destination - a trendy neighborhood that is teetering with people despite the fact that it is a Thursday night. The mini golf is located on the first floor of the big mall, decked out with some cliche nighttime assortment of black lights and Kpop blasting through the speakers.

You and Denki are the last to arrive at the mini golf experience, a place you notice is decidedly too empty for a relatively popular weeknight activity.

You echo that sentiment to Denki, who only grins in response. “Uraraka rented the whole space out for us,” he explains. “Probably didn’t want to cause a commotion once the public realized how much pro-heroes would be here.”

To further emphasize his observation, you notice a sign by the check-in desk. Reserved for a birthday party. We apologize for any inconvenience.

With a nod to the worker, you and Denki step further into the venue. Before you is a mini golf course you could only describe as a very high tech, borderline boujee course. Each hole had different colors, RGB lights along the borders of each course. Each one has a different design, some playing with scale (you catch sight of a blown up air hockey course), some playing with altitude, and some playing with classic mini golf concepts (you, of course, see the windmill turning) up ahead.

Off to the side is the snack and resting area, tables scattered about with the heroes occupying one of them.

“So who’s birthday is it?” Denki exclaims as a greeting, causing the other heroes to turn around and shout out their greetings.

Your eyes find Izuku’s, who sends you a shy wave from next to Iida. You smile and wave back.

The group starts shortly after. To remain faithful to the true rules of mini golf, as per Bakugo’s words, you all agree to tackle the mini golf courses by number. You all start at hole one and one by one, the different heroes take their turns swinging. The turns are Momo, Jiro, Asui, Uraraka, Bakugo, Denki, and Izuku. You had elected to go last, mostly to allow the peace and quiet as the others in your group move onto the next hole as soon as they score.

You notice that Izuku, however, does not move onto the next hole with the others. He picks up his golf ball from the hole and makes his way back over to you. “This wasn’t a bad hole!” he exclaims, smiling. “You just need to aim a little to the right.”

You tilt your head. “Aren’t you going to go to the next hole?”

He shrugs, still smiling. “Who’ll cheer you on when you get the hole-in-one?”

Although the question seems innocent, the thoughtful nature makes your heart speed up. How can this man be so considerate towards someone you could consider to be almost a stranger again?

You swallow down the nerves. “I don’t know,” you answer meekly. “I’m pretty bad at this. Your confidence in me is definitely misplaced.”

You do take his advice and angle yourself slightly to the right before putting the ball. You watch as it races down the course, right into the hole.

Izuku grins, tucking the club underneath his arm to clap his hands. “Woooo! Looks like things are heating up over here, folks!”

“Stop…” you whine, pouting as you turn warm with embarrassment as you approach him. “Well, I guess I had a pretty good coach.”

He untucks the club from his arm, sending you a wink that jolts through you. “I knew I saw something in you, rookie.”

At his stare, your pout turns into a small private smile. It’s one that he returns, until Denki calls for the two of you. “Quit flirting lovebirds! You’re two holes behind!”

Quickly, you and Izuku pull away. Although Izuku continues to stay by your side during the remainder of the course in order to chat, neither of you address Denki’s comment. Nor do you make any comments about coaching or rookies again.

The rest of the evening goes by without a hitch. Unsurprisingly, Bakugo wins with the most hole-in-ones.

The whole group ends mini golf to a cold, fall night. It’s past midnight at this point, and with that comes a chill that only happens during the late nights. You shiver, wrapping your coat tighter around you as the others start saying their goodbyes.

On instinct, your gaze falls to Izuku. He meets your eye and flashes an easy smile. “Hey, it’s a bit late. Can I drive you home?”

A heartbeat in your throat. You try to play it off with a smile. “You have a car?”

He grins. “Course I do. Sometimes it helps with keeping the privacy of having to drive a drunk friend home.”

You laugh, taking a mental note to ask him about it later without the prying eyes of other heroes. “The ride is very sweet, Midoriya. I don’t want to take too much of your time though.”

“I insist,” he says.

So you nod to yourself first, and then to him. “Sure,” you breathe.

From behind, someone clears their throat. Izuku blinks out of his trance. “Oh, Kacchan! Need a ride?”

You turn your head to look at Bakugo, who is watching you both carefully. He scoffs. “No way, nerds. Would rather take the subway.” Without acknowledgement, he stalks away, leaving the two of you behind.

Izuku, used to Kacchan’s dismissive behavior, doesn’t bat an eye. He just levels you with a stare, his green eyes soft. “Just the two of us then.”

The two of us echoes in your mind as you follow Izuku to his car, the goodbyes and departing words of your friends feeling thousands of miles away. It’s cool. You’re cool. You and Izuku have been alone loads of times before back when you were at school; this shouldn’t be any different. This can’t be any different. Nothing, not even your own heart, could convince you otherwise.

“So.”

You look up from your plate of pasta, leveling Uraraka with a stare. “So?”

Uraraka is stirring her lemon tea, exchanging a quick look with Kyoka Jiro before letting go of the straw. “I was patrolling with Deku the other day.”

The mention of Izuku is curious, sure, but you ignore the louder thump in your chest. Truthfully, after the party and the mini golf, you elected to try and stomp away the attractive pull you felt towards him for the sake of your own sanity. After all, it has been so many years since you and Izuku last talked. The possibility of him feeling that spark with you was near zero. Having made peace (for the most part) with that realization, you respond to Uraraka’s observation. “Okay.”

Uraraka is still watching you carefully. “I found out he may or may not have some interest in you.”

Interest in you? You somehow choke on your own saliva, hutching over as you try to cough out your shock. Jiro’s hand is at your back, patting it. “You okay?”

You drink half your cup of water in response. “How…” you manage, coughing a bit more. “How did you find out?”

Uraraka smiles. “Deku has been my friend for years, I can tell. Also, he is not as subtle as he thinks he is. He was asking about you during patrol.”

You tilt your head at that, mind and throat much clearer than it was five seconds ago. “He didn’t want to ask me anything himself?”

She shrugs. “You guys haven’t spoken for years. I’m sure he didn’t want to come on too strong by asking some of the questions he was asking.”

That makes you narrow your eyes. “Like what? What would he need to ask you about?”

Her smile turns into a grin, one that curves around the fork. “Like if you were seeing anyone. And where exactly you stayed while you were working abroad.”

You try to mentally deconstruct your pasta, suddenly all too aware of how hot your entire body feels. Hot with embarrassment? Hot with disbelief? Or hot with the knowledge that your own feelings weren’t completely one-sided? “T-Those would have been interesting questions to hear from him…”

Uraraka is still looking at you. While that grin is still on her face, there is a touch of thoughtfulness in her eyes. “What do you think of Izuku?”

Your brain feels like it is filled with butterflies, running a mile a minute. Your body feels like a fire has just been lit underneath with how warm everything seems to be getting. “He’s nice. A good listener, and an even better conversationalist. Sometimes I feel like big groups can drown out my voice, but he never made me feel like that. He was like that when we were kids, I remember, but I don’t know. It feels different now. I didn’t really think too much about this before, but he’s pretty cute now… I guess.” You tack on because you see Uraraka’s grin widen.

“So, you like Izuku too?”

If this were a cartoon, you imagine this is the part where a puff of smoke comes out of your head. You stammer, arms flailing about comically. “I-I mean, I wouldn’t put it like that… We’ve always been more acquaintances, so saying that I like him sounds a bit too strong. Not that I hate him, I do like him! Just…”

“So there’s a new kind of spark and attraction, but you don’t want to jump the gun and say you do like him to avoid being too premature?” Uraraka cuts in gently, her previous teasing subsided. “I’m only teasing. I just wanted to try and warn you what was going on. I won’t tell Izuku anything, obviously. Girl code.”

You leave Uraraka and Jirou feeling naturally unsettled, but almost relieved to have some part of your feelings validated. You weren’t the only one pondering, contemplating a ‘what-if’ scenario.

You’re about ready to put a pin in those feelings, perhaps until the next time someone brings up Izuku, until you hear your name being called.

You turn, feeling a kind of rush wash over you. It’s the kind of feeling one gets from getting called out unexpectedly. It’s Izuku. You gap. “Midoriya!” you exclaim. You freeze slightly, realizing that he is on the clock right now. Might be better to call him properly. “I-I mean, Deku!”

He smiles easily. “Hey, I thought it was you!”

You smile back. “What are you doing here?”

He tilts his head, confused, but then seems to realize something. “Oh, I’m patrolling here today. I know Jiro usually patrols here, but she mentioned needing to take the afternoon off.”

His mention of Jiro makes you run hot. Uraraka and Jiro planned this?!

“O-Oh,” you hum, trying to feign curiosity as opposed to giving away the fact that you know exactly where Jiro spent her afternoon. “That’s really nice of you.”

“Ah, well of course!” Izuku manages, turning red at the compliment. “Any one of my friends would do the same for me.” A pause between the two of you. “C-Can I walk you to the station?”

Despite the gossip exchanged with Uraraka and Jiro earlier in the day, you are still taken aback by his offer. You cannot stop the smile from forming on your lips. “The number one hero in Japan walking a mere civilian to the subway?”

Izuku laughs, looking away briefly and running a hand through his hair. “You’re more than just a mere civilian. Let me walk you to the station.”

You laugh with him. “Okay, Deku. I’ll allow it.”

The walk to the station is short, but slow and peaceful. No area could feel more safer than with the number one Symbol of Peace walking the streets. As always, conversation with Izuku is easy. You talk about your first week at Chargebolt’s agency (“Everyone is very nice, and Denki is a good boss. Always on time with paperwork and giving us feedback on upcoming appearances and events!”), Izuku’s recent patrol with Ochako (“Really normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened!” he had managed, turning red), and any plans for the upcoming weekend (Izuku has patrol. You’re going furniture shopping to buy some quality of life goods for your new apartment.)

Once you are outside the station, you turn to him. “Thank you for walking me, Symbol of Peace.”

Izuku puts a hand on his chest. “I’m here for the people.” He seems to remember something, because he makes an alarmed expression. “Oh! Before you leave, I have something for you!”

He digs into one of the many pockets of his hero suit, producing a small clear plastic envelope. “I was at this small little convention in the morning. I was going to give this to you the next time I saw you, since what were the odds of us running into each other here?” He hands over the envelope.

You take it slowly. “You got me something? That’s so nice of you…” you trail off once you see what Izuku has gotten you. It’s a pin, intricate detailing and lines of silver tracing out a tree covered in cherry blossom petals.

Ochako sent me a video of the cherry blossoms this past spring and I don’t know. That’s what did it for me.

He remembered. You look at him, heart bleeding with a strange fondness. “Deku, it’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing,” he brushes off. But he’s scratching the back of his neck again, gazing away, red cheeks. “Just saw it and thought of you. I hope it can always make you think of home, no matter if you decide to stay here or pursue another trip abroad.”

“I love it,” you say firmly, already starting to open the clear envelope. Izuku hovers closely, wordlessly taking the plastic and leaving you with the pin. You remove the backing, clipping the pin into the strap of your bag so that it glimmers under the sunlight. “What do you think?”

He smiles. “Pretty.”

He’s just talking about the pin, you tell yourself. So you allow yourself to brighten, pretending like your conversation with Uraraka hadn’t happened. “Thanks!” You glance back at the station. “I should get going. Thank you again, Deku. I’ll cherish this.”

You disappear into the station, scanning your card and easily navigating to the platform that’ll take you home. As you wake for the train to arrive, you look down at the new pin on your bag. You turn it gently between your fingers. Your heart feels as warm as the sun.

You’re grabbing lunch at the convenience store when it happens.

You’re browsing through some aisles, ready to grab a new flavor of instant ramen you’ve been excited about since hearing a coworker talk about it, as the glass doors of the store explode. Before you can react, your limbs freeze up and stick to the sides of your body. You gasp, unable to stop yourself from falling over in time to see a small group of villains enter the shop.

Villain attacks aren’t exactly common nowadays, but they do pop up occasionally as you’ve heard on the news every once in a while. You just never thought you’d witness a robbery first-hand. You watch as the villains break off. One of them approaches the cashier, while the others start traversing the aisles to foods and snacks into duffle bags. You hear a few other store goers whimpering as the villains trek down their aisle.

You don’t blame their nerves. Your own heart starts beating faster and louder as the steps and laugher grow closer.

A few more steps and you see one of them at the end of the aisle. He sees you and laughs, possibly due to your immobile state. He assesses you before making his way over to you.

And barely makes it two steps before a flurry of green lightning knocks him out of the way.

You inhale sharply, eyes following the movement and feeling like relief wash over you like a wave when you see Deku pinning the man down. The villain scoffs, trying to wiggle his way out for a moment before he realizes who has caught him.

“Holy fuck, it’s Deku!”

Across the way, Deku turns his head and meets your gaze. There is a flicker of something in his eyes, but it is immediately replaced with the warmth and safety of a number one hero. “I’m here now, is everything alright?”

You try to nod, before remembering that you cannot move. “I-I can’t move,” you say. “I think it’s a quirk.”

As the chaos amongst the villains rises, Deku takes advantage of the confusion to Blackwhip the rest of the group together. Although he maintains a mask of heroism and professionalism, he Blackwhips the rest of the villains with a noticeably heavy hand.

It isn’t until the villains are handed over to the police, that the effects of the quirk go away, that you are checked up by a quirk doctor to ensure no long-term damage, that Deku can finally slip away long enough to see you.

You straighten up from your position in the first-aid station as you see Deku approach. The closer he gets, the more that hero facade melts away. By the time he reaches you, he looks more like Izuku. Your Izuku. He is worried as he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you anywhere?”

You shake your head, the weight of his hands on your cheeks a reassuring comfort. “I’m okay… Deku.”

The use of his hero name brings him back to the reality of the situation - one where he is the hero, and you are the civilian. He brushes his thumb against your cheek, before pulling back. “Have you seen the quirk doctor yet?”

You nod. “Yes. Everything is okay. It was weaker because the villain was using his quirk on all of us in the store.” You raise your arm, curling your fingers up and down. You grin up at him. “See? Good as new!”

He stares down at your opened hand, seeming to weigh something in his head before he reaches over to lace your fingers together. The weight of his touch feels like sparks up your spine as you stare up at him. Even though you’re still next to the paramedics that were treating the light bruises you acquired from your fall, it feels like they could be in a different world.

“Erm, Chargebolt asked me to drop off some paperwork since we’re working on a case together with a few other heroes. I felt my Danger Sense go off, but something about it was more urgent than usual. It only ever gets like that when…” he trails off, shaking his head, squeezing your hand once before letting go. “Anyways, I’m glad I got to you. And that you’re safe.”

You nod, returning the smile. “Yes. Thank you for saving me, Deku.”

He goes a little red. He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a call from the police, which turns him rather sheepish. “I shouldn’t be much longer with the police. Can you wait for me? Let me walk you home.”

The urgency in his face lets you know that he doesn’t want to leave you out of his sight right now. Likewise, the thought of losing his protective gaze makes you feel exposed. At least, for now considering the afternoon you’ve experienced. “Sure,” you say, heart thudding. “I don’t mind waiting.”

With one last little nod, he turns around and walks away. This leaves you alone with the two paramedics tasked with making sure you are okay. Both have been respectfully quiet during your conversation with Izuku, but are quick to investigate as soon as he leaves.

“I didn’t know you were dating the number one hero,” one of them starts slowly, teasingly, as she cleans a wound on your cheek that she had already treated.

You go warm. “I’m not,” you protest.

“Ooooh,” the first paramedic says disbelievingly. The silence is loud, as you suspect the two paramedics casting a glance between each other. “I see what’s going on.”

“I’m not!” you insist louder, but something in you has a sinking feeling that they don’t believe you.

Truthfully, you’re not sure you believe it yourself.

izuku (9:15pm) - [hyper bunny jumping sticker] just finished up patrol!

me (9:15pm) - wow, you’re actually getting out at a reasonable time!!!!!

izuku (9:16pm) - i know!! luckily the most exciting thing today was trying to get a kitty out of a tree

me (9:16pm) - you really are a hero for the people

izuku (9:16pm) - that’s what i’ve been saying this whole time!

izuku (9:17pm) - what are you up to?

me (9:20pm) - sorry, still at the office :/

izuku (9:20pm) - ?????????

me (9:21pm) - i know, i know!!! but i promised denki i’d have this report finished by tomorrow.

izuku (9:21pm) - denki made you stay late?????

izuku (9:21pm) - brb gonna find him. i know where he lives

me (9:22pm) - no!!!!! It’s okay!! he doesn’t know i’m still here.

me (9:22pm) - i may or may not have told him I’d be out by 6.

me (9:22pm) - [hyper bunny hiding behind a rock]

izuku (9:22pm) - ……………….

izuku (9:23pm) - I’m coming over

me (9:24pm) - what

me (9:24pm) - izuku no

izuku (9:24pm) - izuku yes

izuku (9:24pm) - I’ll be there in 5 minutes

You glare at your phone, a mix of anger yet fondness rushing through your blood. You look around at the empty Chargebolt agency now, internally wincing at yourself and complete inability to manage your time. You really thought collecting all that data and putting it together into a report would take a few extra hours. Not an entire night, like what is happening right now. You just wanted to make things perfect.

Looking at the report now, it does look as good as you wanted. But was it worth staying behind that long? You’re not so sure.

Your phone buzzes again.

izuku (9:30pm) - i’m here

On cue, there is a knock on the front door of the office. You slide back from your chair, navigate your way to the front, and find Izuku on the other side. He waves to you, purposefully ignoring your glare as he slides into the office.

“Hi,” he greets.

You continue to glare at him. “You should be asleep, not coming here just to babysit me!” you protest, pouting only when his grin grows bigger. “Besides, I’m almost done.”

“How are you getting home?” he challenges.

“With my legs! I’ll take the subway!”

“Unacceptable,” he rejects. “Besides, you just said I was a hero for the people. You’re part of that people, so I have to be your hero too.”

You huff. Damn him and his logic. “Fine,” you say, turning around and allowing him to follow you through the office. “I’m about done anyways. Let me just print everything and we can go.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responds, smiling when you snort at him.

Printing is simple. It’s just a five page report with graphics, statistics, and data; one that you leave on Denki’s desk with a post-it note, before you are packing up your desk. Your work laptop, your notebook with upcoming assignments and deadlines, your water bottle… Deku watches the process with his careful eyes. Eyes that flicker occasionally over to the entrance of the agency.

You shoulder your backpack. “Okay, let’s get going.”

So Deku leads you out of the building, where his car is parked right outside. There are still people out and about, after all it is only 9pm, but Deku doesn’t ease up on his watch as he opens the passenger door for you.

Izuku, whom you would consider more of a friend now after all the group hangouts you’ve shared together and the occasional one-on-one conversation from his offers to drive you home, asks you about your day as he drives you to your apartment. You explain that the craziness from a normal workday is why you were working so late on an additional assignment, and have to reassure him again that Denki had no idea you stayed as late as you had.

Izuku talks about his patrol, leading into a conversation about TV shows the pair of you have been watching recently - ones that Izuku gets to watch on his day off.

He is, and always has been, easy to talk to even in one-on-one settings. It feels like time rushes before he’s driving into your apartment complex. It is gated off from the rest of the city, only unlockable with a code he is familiar with. Once the gates open, he drives in. Normally, Izuku is good about dropping you off right at the front door.

Sometimes, like this time, he drives in a little further so the pair of you can keep talking. He drives down the parking spaces, finding one in the far back corner away from lights and possible late-night walkers. He parks, settling down and facing you, laughing when you start laughing about an awkward situation that happened to you last week at the coffee shop.

Your laughter starts to die down as you turn to face Izuku. “Thanks for driving me, Midoriya. You’re too nice to me.”

He laughs, turning to look at you too, head against the headrest. “I like being nice to you.”

The quiet has never felt so loud as your heart beats louder and louder; your eyes start taking him in. The glimmer from his center console screen reflects as blue in his eyes as he takes you in the same way you take in him. Heart in your throat, smiling slipping off your face, as you stare at him. There is an openness in his face not unlike the look he gave you after the villain attack, one of softness and something else. Something deeper. It's something that makes your heart pick up a little in your chest, afraid of the meaning but yearning all the same.

Without thinking, you look at his mouth. Lips that look soft and warm, inviting you in.

You don’t even realize you’re leaning in until Izuku’s face grows closer and closer. Until the ruffle of clothes show he’s shifting in his seat. Until you’re closing your eyes, and he is kissing you.

Softly, suddenly, you inhale a breath, making a little squeak in the back of your throat. It’s a noise Izuku seems to take interest in, because he moves his mouth, pushing in further, and holding the back of your head. You try to match him, try to keep up with him despite your brain melting and your heart feeling as if it is about to spill out of your chest. Your hand lifts up, fingers lingering on his wrist to give yourself a piece of reality to hold onto.

After he’s thoroughly traced your lips with his tongue, you separate. But Izuku doesn’t let you go too far, never lets you go too far, as he rests his forehead against yours. In the quiet of his car, the only sound is the sound of heavy breathing, of your mind reeling with what just happened. With just how much you like the man in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Izuku whispers.

You swallow, opening your eyes and nodding. “More than okay,” you promise.

A few seconds of quiet. “Do you want to keep going?” he asks. An open invitation to stay, or to leave. The latter seems like the most faraway choice at the moment.

You press your lips together, wetting them. Izuku watches carefully. “Yes,” you answer. What entails keeping going, you have no idea. But the pressure in your stomach and the sirens in your mind singing for Izuku give a good idea of what you want.

Izuku nods, a movement you feel more than see. He pulls back to look at you once more, but doesn’t stay away for too long. He answers by kissing you again, a light peck, before moving to the corner of your mouth, the edge of your jaw, down your neck. The hand at the back of your head tightens slightly, pulling at your hair as he tugs your head back to explore your neck.

The light, tickling sensation floods your brain with cotton as you scramble. Your hands find his hair, wrapping around his neck and pulling at his shirt. More little noises form at the back of your throat, noises that whimper away as Izuku’s teeth gently mark at spots that make your thighs twitch. “M-Midoriya,” you whine.

Izuku leaves a trail of kisses from your neck back to your mouth as he returns to you with more feverish intent than before. Tongue and teeth clash as you inch forward towards him. A few inches of center console space feel like thousands of miles. “Say my name,” he commands softly against your lips.

“What?” you breathe out. “Midoriya?”

He shakes his head, pecking you once, twice. “My name.”

Oh. “Izuku…” you whisper.

He pulls away suddenly. The sensation causes your eyes to flash open, taking in Pro Hero Deku, your Izuku, with his flushed skin and red lips and crazed eyes. He leans forward again with his whole body, gathering your waist in his arms. To him, you are but a feather as he easily maneuvers you from the passenger seat onto his lap, where your legs rest on either side of him. The hem of your skirt rides up with the gesture, the thin material of your panties doing little to the imagination. After an adjustment, you find that Izuku is hard, the imprint of his crotch right against your clit.

The reaction is immediate. You jolt slightly, leaning more into Izuku, who wraps his arms around your back to keep you pressed against him. He noses your hairline. “Is this okay?” he whispers.

His consistent checking in runs you hot as you lean back just enough to meet his gaze. “More than okay,” you reassure, ducking down enough to kiss him again.

The pair of you continue like this for a little, his hands locked around your back as your fingers gently press against his chest. The intermingling of tongue and the loudness of your breath fill the empty space, until Izuku’s hands trace down your spine and settle down at the hem of your skirt. Slowly, he lifts it until the hem reaches your hips, where he stops to rest his hands at your bare skin.

One back-and-forth movement of your hips against his crotch elicits a groan from him. You pull away with a sharp gasp, tilting your head back as Izuku continues guiding your movements across his dick. “Nnnn, Izuku!” you whine. “Feels so good…”

Izuku hums, watching you hungrily. “Good girl, doing so well. Gonna take me so easily in this cute skirt.”

You eye him half-lidded. “Really?”

He smiles. “Really.” He leans forward, kissing at your collarbone, turning whatever words you were going to say next into cotton. He travels further downward this time, unbuttoning your blouse and tugging down your bra strap. His mouth captures a nipple, circling it with his tongue, the additional simulation making you cry out again as his other hand continues to guide you back-and-forth on top of his dick.

You’re panting now, feeling absolutely soaked in your panties. Your giggle is a breathless whimper when he releases your nipple, only to return to it with a caress of his thumb. “That t-tickles.”

Izuku looks up at you, thumb still circling your nipple, stars in his eyes. “You’re cute. Always so cute to me,” he hums. He removes his thumb, planting a gentle kiss where his thumb once was. You clench around nothing, moved by the sweet gesture.

Slowly, the hand once at your nipple moves downward, grazing your hips and your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your panties and below, stopping to graze your clit gently through the fabric. You jolt, your brain running wild with a singular sensation: how much you want this man right now.

“Fuck,” he groans. “So wet already…” he trails off, the comment mostly made for himself as he swiftly tugs your panties to one side and rubs your slit. The slipperiness of his touch shows you just how wet you have become. You’re almost embarrassed by the teenage-esque scenario of getting wet from something so simple, but Izuku’s groan quells your embarrassment.

After a few rubs, he lines up his finger and sinks his index finger into your heat. The thickness of his finger runs you hot all over, another whimper leaving your lips as your hips rock gently against his hand. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Feels so good Izuku,” you whisper into his ear. His one finger is already much longer and thicker than your own, and the newness of the situation runs through your body like wildfire.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, angling your hips outward just enough for him to slip in another finger. He groans. “Pretty girl, so wet and good for me…”

A few more rocking movements before he removes his hand, bringing it up for the two of you to see. He separates his two fingers, watching as your essence glimmers under the streetlamp. Without a warning, he slips the fingers into his mouth.

You squawk at that. “Izuku!” you gasp, feeling embarrassment run over you.

He pulls his fingers out, laughing almost shyly. Unnerving, really, considering what the two of you have just been up to. “It’s good!”

Your own lips pull up slightly. Oh god, forget just liking this boy. The stuttering of your heart feels like it could be beyond that. “Oh my god Izuku.”

“What?” he laughs again, wrapping both arms around you, bringing you chest to chest. “It’s you. Of course I’ll like it.”

You pout, not sure whether you just hit him or kiss him. “You’re stupid.”

“Sure, sure,” he says, gazing at you softly. He leans forward, and you meet him halfway. You kiss once, twice, thrice. His tongue slips into your mouth and you sigh. It’s easy, just as it has always been with Izuku.

That ease is what drives your hands downward towards his pants, already unbelting his belt.

He pulls away slightly, laughing against your lips. “You ready, pretty girl?”

“Yes, yes please,” you whisper, pulling him out. He’s long, kind of thick too; you can tell just from touching him.

Hands on your hips again, Izuku shifts you so that you are lined up with him. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Slowly, he helps lower you down onto his dick, using his hand to perfectly line it up and push himself in. The push past the first ring of muscle makes your head spin, makes you breath heavy as you hold onto his hands for support. You tilt your head back, reminding yourself to breathe.

Beneath you, Izuku isn’t faring much better. His heavy breathing mirrors yours as his hands grip your waist, likely grounding himself and telling himself not to go too fast. “Fuck,” he sighs. “So good. You’re so good. Fit me so well, fuck…”

You can feel the flutters of your walls as Izuku pushes himself deeper and deeper. A thumb at your clit further relaxes you, allowing him to slip further and further in until you swear you feel him at your throat by the time your hips meet. Every little flutter causes Izuku’s hands to tighten.

“Baby, baby- stop,” he grumbles, taking in deep breaths to calm himself.

Yet, the use of the petname causes another flutter to your walls. You start to grind your hips into his. “Izuku,” you whimper, pawing at his chest. “Please… want you so bad…”

His eyes open at lock onto yours. His hands loosen their hold, but not their control; he is slowing your movement down. “Really want you too,” he whispers bashfully, a little random given the fact that his dick is inside you right now. It makes you still, pulling back enough to look at him. To take in his soft glimmering eyes, gazing at you with a fondness that makes you warm for something beyond sex. Beyond friendship. Beyond this limbo you and Izuku have been caught in since that first reunion. “Really like you.”

Your fingers curl around his shirt. “I really like you too.”

His smiles, leaning over to kiss you one last time before his hands settle to start guiding you up and down. A whimper sounds from the back of your throat as your breathings start to pick up in time to his pace. Izuku adjusts his position to plant his feet on the floor, using that leverage to drive up into you with more speed.

You cry out, “Oh, hhnng, yes, yes, Izu… Izuku…” The words keep getting caught in your throat as your fingers curl around his wrists. “Yes… yes…” In the haze of your movements, you are vaguely aware of your chest bouncing with the position. That is something Izuku takes full advantage of. He tugs down the other strap of your bra, causing the fabric to slip down your body.

He leans forward to kiss, nip, lick, and breathe against the skin of your breast. Once both of his hands have settled on the curve of your ass, his thrusts become more precise and powerful. Vaguely, you are aware of the car shaking with the force of your movements. But all you can focus on is Izuku. His hands on your ass, his breath on your collarbone, the slapping of skin.

“C’mon… c’mon pretty girl,” he urges, one hand moving to thumb at your clit. “Dripping for me. Want you to cum for me too…”

You are wet. You can feel it through Izuku’s thrusts, and now with his thumb as it collects some leaving your slit in order to gently circle that bundle of nerves.

“Aaah,” you whimper, tilting your head back, fingers digging into his shirt. The coil in your stomach is tightening, quickly edging itself to the surface. “Nnn, more…!”

“C’mon, cum for me baby,” Izuku whispers, rubbing tighter circles on your clit, which is the final nail in the coffin. “That’s it… good girl…”

His words become meaningless whispers in your mind as your body spasms with the force of your orgasm. Your knees try to close, try to escape Izuku’s hold, as your breath becomes shuttering gasps and moans. Izuku, however, never lets you go too far. His hold on you remains as he continues thrusting up into you.

His growing groans ground you enough for you to fall into him, to whisper in his ear. “Izuku, please cum inside of me…” you manage weakly.

His groans taper off as he gives you one last, determined thrust before spilling inside of you. He moans, pulling back and managing a few smaller thrusts to ride out of high. You whimper, taking it all, willing to do anything for him.

You’re not sure how much time goes by before Izuku is speaking. “Wow.”

You cannot help yourself. You start to laugh as you unlatch yourself from his neck. “Wow indeed.”

You pull back enough to stare at him, only to find that Izuku is already looking. His eyes flicker across your face, likely accessing your condition. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb across the skin. “Are you okay?”

You grin. “I’m great.”

He smiles. “Good.” Without warning, his hand lowers down to wrap around your throat. Not tightly, just a weight to guide you forward towards him. For the hand around your throat, his kiss is tender. You lean back. “Want to go again?”

You’re not surprised. He’s still hard after all. Your answer is a movement of your hips, which startles him into a groan. But it’s worth seeing his head tilt back as a groan escapes his lips. “F-fuck, okay pretty girl. Then we’ll go back to my place, okay?”

Your own answer is interrupted by the small thrusts he starts coaxing you into by his hands moving down to spread your cheeks. “O-okay,” you whimper.

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sugarlywhispers · 8 months

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m.izuku + makes gf squirt

☆—fem reader, NSFW, smut, squirting, praising.

☆—a/n; here it is, the midoriya izuku version (; enjoy!🤍

“Y/N, are you awake?” You heard Izuku's deep morning voice against your ear. You were sprawled with your front over the bed, so when his hand started to caress your back under one of his baggy shirts that you used as pajamas you couldn't avoid the shivers that ran through your body.

“No, I'm not,” you answered, face against your pillow. He chuckled with his deep, sexy morning voice, because he could see clearly the sensations his touch was producing on your skin.

“Come on, baby. Let's play a little bit…” He whispered against your ear before kissing behind it. His hand traveled from your back to your ass, where he squeezed one cheek before giving it a little slap.

It was impossible to stop the little whine that left your mouth at his action, followed by a giggle, as much as the wetness that started to appear on your entrance. Your whole body was responding to him, and that was definitely impossible to prevent it. Your body loved Izuku.

You took a sharp breath when you felt one of his hands move your panties to a side and got two of his fingers inside your pussy, while the other moved your big shirt to a side from the neck, exposing one of your shoulders. A moan escaped past your lips thanks to his roughness; you loved when he become like that, so harsh, desperate and horny for you.

“My pretty baby... So ready for me,” he said against the skin of your shoulder, kissing and nipping it while his fingers started to thrust deep, in and out, so good inside you. You couldn't say or do anything else than moan and whine for him.

It didn’t take him long enough to have you thrusting your hips back against his fingers when your walls started to tighten.

“Gonna come, baby?” You nodded, grabbing the sheets with force.

And before you could warn him, you felt it right there when he curved his fingers inside you. It was a different kind of orgasm, but it struck you like as if a huge truck crashed against you, and you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t stop the explosion of sensations you were feeling right in your lower belly, and that was completely expressing itself down your core.

“Oh – fuck,” you heard him moan when he moved to kneel between your legs, pulling them apart so he could watch your pussy. “I didn’t know you could do that, babe... You’re fucking beautiful.”

He looked at you like you were the most beautiful work of art... or his favorite meal. Either way, it only ignited you to feel even more pleasure.

“Izuku...” You moaned, feeling his fingers against your core again, making you twitch your hips thanks to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Let’s do that again.”

“Fuck!”, was the only thing you could say when you felt his mouth on your pussy.

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tetsupeach · 2 years

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reaper deku x f!reader

summary - after you die and deku comes to collect your soul he takes personal responsibility for you.

cws - monsterfucking light, he's got horns and a long tongue and is 7 feet tall, sleeps in a nest, collects souls ready to pass on. reader is dead, she's been murdered by her abusive boyfriend, but the story picks up after she's passed. breeding, deku's a gentle dom, huge cock,, uhhh yeah honestly this is pretty soft,

MINORS DNI - please have an age in your bio to interact with this fic.

It’s not that he liked his job, Deku reminds himself as he feels the tugging towards another soul ready for departure, it’s that he feels a sense of duty. He was a shepherd, to most of the people he visited, death was a kindness, a release, and he was sure, already leaping over rooftops, his tattered black cloak dragging behind him, that you would be no different. Like most people, you barely notice his figure darkening the doorway, but oh you poor thing, you can barely move.

“Ohh,” he can’t help it, the sympathetic sound pouring from his lips, what a helpless little human, “So many broken bones,” he muses in a soft coo, squatting beside you. You’re leaned up against the wall of an empty apartment, blood trickling down the side of your face. You let out a little breath, and when he rests his hand on your shoulder the pain dissipates. “I haven’t seen one this bad in a while,” he says, and you gasp in shock, looking up at the dark figure that suddenly appeared next to you.

He was tall, and broad, with a tangle of dark green curls that matched his glittering verdant irises, a smattering of freckles across his nose. He reaches a scarred hand out to you, and you take it, bursting into tears as he pulls you to your feet.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, “I’m sorry you probably deal with this all the time.” Your voice is softer than he expects, little more than the whistle of a teakettle. He wraps his arms around you, folding your body into his warm chest.

“Actually,” He says, “Most people are angry.” The lump in your throat only grows as the hot tears spill down your face. “They want more time, another chance, and I can’t give it to them.”

“I-I-I’m ready to go,” you blubber, “I’m so t-tired, and everything hurts.” He rubs comforting patterns into your back.

“Let’s take a second,” he says, looking down at the top of your head. “It’s alright, no more pain where we’re headed, okay?” You only cry harder.

“I never,” you sniff and look up at him, “I never had a chance.” He moves one of his hands higher, tangling it in your hair, a question he never asks on his lips.

“Who did this to you?” He says, and you turn around to glance at your body but he catches your chin with a kind smile. “Better not look, hm?” You nod

“W-we could go to my kitchen?” You hiccup and he lets you lead him forward.

“I can make you tea.” He says, opening the cabinet with your mugs in it on the first try.

“Death can make tea?” You ask, and he nods without turning around.

“I’m not death.” He clarifies. “I work for death.” He turns the stove on, filling a teapot with water and looking over his shoulder at you. “I asked who did this to you?”

“M-my boyfriend.” You mumble. “No matter how hard I t-tried, he was never happy with me, and when I tried to leave,” You tremble, unable to finish the sentence.

“No,” Deku coos at you with surprise, as if he hadn’t heard this story a million times before, as if this was new information, “Sweetheart, that’s not love, you deserved to be loved.” You nod slowly, your eyes burning with fresh tears, and the need to comfort you nearly overtakes him.

“No one else wanted me.” You press your lips together. “I never had a chance at all.” Deku takes a box of tea down from the cabinet and inspects you carefully, your skin in the moonlight, your red-rimmed eyes.

“You don’t have questions for me?” He looks over his shoulder at you and you shake your head. “You know it’s not true that no one else wanted you.” He says, sitting down next to you at your kitchen table. “You’re very beautiful, so I’m sure that’s not true.” You sniff.

“Thank you.” You say, and he reaches over and brushes some hair out of your face, his hands ghosting your skin and then returning to his side.

“Tell me what happened?” He murmurs, “I have time.” You swallow, and nod.

“He, he came home, and he was drunk.” Dekus eyes never leave yours while you’re speaking, “And he was upset, about, about something, maybe sports, maybe me. He wanted me to have sex with him, and I didn’t want to, I just, I didn’t feel like it.” Deku gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and pours the boiling water, setting the steeping tea in front of you with a soft thump. You touch it, half expecting your hands to go through the ceramic, but they don’t.

“This isn’t your fault.” He says, joining you.

“You didn’t make yourself tea?” You ask, eyes widening a little.

“I don’t really, eat.” He explains. “You won’t either, when we leave.”

“Where are we going?” You ask, cupping the mug in your hands, it’s warm on your cool skin. He thinks about it before responding.

“The next phase of existence, it’s different for everyone.” He stops himself, closing his eyes, “I’m, I’m sorry, you’re not,” he swallows, “You shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be okay with this,” the pain is evident in his voice, “You should be fighting me, you should be kicking and screaming, you should be begging for a chance at revenge!” You take a long slow breath in, lower lip trembling.

“I know this isn’t what you meant,” You mumble, throat tight, “But what I heard was that I can’t even die correctly.” You bury your face in your hands. “Can we just, can we go, to whatever’s next?”

“No!” He says, scandalized. “No, we can’t.” He takes your hand and pulls you out of your chair, “There had to be things that you always wanted to do?” You wipe one of your eyes. You’d had dreams once, maybe as a child, in those limited golden-tinged memories, you’d had things you’d sworn to do before this, the most human of inevitabilities.

“I can’t think of anything.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.

“Sure you can, is there a place you thought of going?” You think about it hard, at one of the jobs you’d had, at one point, your life was already blurring together, one of your co-workers had a

“Um, I guess I wanted to see Venice?” He yanks you down the hallway, and out into the summer drizzle. “What the hell are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, pulling you up into the clouds, you’re not flying exactly, there’s hardly any movement, except the turn of the planet beneath him. “Hey,” you try to get his attention hanging from his forearm as you move higher into the sky. He holds his posture, but you dangle like a christmas ornament, “Hey,” you say again, louder, and with a soft grunt he lifts you, holding you to his chest while he flies, wrapping his cloak around your body. After a few seconds, you’re flying over an ocean, moonlight sparkling on the dark waters, clinging to him, shivering in the cold.

“We’re obviously going to Venice,” He says, a touch of frustration in his voice. “I want you to see, something, something you can mourn, you need to. It’s human, it’s healthy.” You look up at him.

“Why are you so concerned?”

“It’s part of my job.” He says, “To guide humans. To take them to the places they need to go. And I decided you and I go to Venice, now.” You wrap your arms around his neck and feel his hands on your waist. As you touch down on the cobblestones, the moon is high, glittering on the canal. He leads you down the street, people don’t stop to look at you, you gather after he walks straight through a lampost, because they can’t see you. You’ve been walking for a few minutes, he doesn’t let go of your hand. You look down at it, his nails are varnished black, the fingers long and thick. Everything about him is big, you realize, even more so on the tiny Eurpean streets.

“Am I dreaming?” You wonder out loud, and he looks down at you.

“No.” He confirms. “Does this help, though, being here?” You sigh, shivering, the air is cool and wet. You swallow.

“I don’t know.”

“I could get you ice cream.” He says, a touch of desperation to his tone.

“I had a dream, once.” You say, so softly, he has to lean in to hear you at all. “I wanted him to love me.” You breathe the last word, “I want him to touch me softly, because,” you gesture around the piazza, remembering that it was the honeymoon in your co-workers photo and not the sinking city you’d longed for, “I wanted a real love.” Your lip trembles. “And I’m never going to get it.” The tears fall again. “No one ever touched me softly,” you look up and meet his eyes, his face is completely unreadable, “And I’ll never know what that’s like.” You gesture weakly. “This is pretty but, when the people go, it’s just stone, and water, and spores.” You look at the lichen climbing up the side of the fountain. “And now I’m dead.” He swallows and looks down at you.

“I’m not sure how to fix that.” he admits. “I don’t usually do this.”

“Take someone’s soul to Italy before you take them on?” You sniff, wiping your face. “I’m sorry I think, I just want it all to be over.” Deku presses his lips together and frowns before speaking again, a touch of childish desperation creeping into his voice.

“It’s just that, the little parts of being alive are so fascinating to me,” he giggles at the thought, “Did you know some humans, when they date, take pictures of each other, and make it their little um, their phone screen?” You nod. “And I’ve seen,” he keeps chattering excitedly, I’ve seen them ah,” he stops himself, searching for the word, “Do this thing, where they’re lying down together, and they kinda fit their bodies into each other?”

“Spooning?” You offer, and he beams.

“IS that what it’s called?” He fidgets, and you can see his long dark nails, more like talons in the darkness. He was so excited, so sweet.

“Um, I could, if you want I could show you, more of the things humans do when they’re in love?” He brightens, and when he smiles, the hood of his cloak falls off his head. In the dark moonlight, you can seek the skeleton underneath his skin, underneath the human glamour part of him.

“Oh, sorry.” he says, jerking the cloak over his head again, his ‘humanity’ restored. “I would, I would like that though.” He takes your hand. “Like, this, did I do this right, when I was comforting you, I’ve seen movies I-”

“This is fine.” You say, giving him a tiny encouraging smile that just cuts all the way through his chest. “But isn’t it better like this?” You carefully interlace your fingers with his. His hand is cold to the touch, but his face warms, a long breath escaping from his chest.

“Oh,” he says, “Yes it feels, so much closer?” You squeeze his hand, and he gets redder.

“You were good, ah, especially when you um,” You step into his personal space again and bury your face in his chest, he nods, understanding, cupping the back of your head in his free hand.

“Like this?” He asks, and you can feel the rumble of his voice from his chest.

“Yes,” you sigh, a little more warmth to the sound. “It helped.”

“What else,” he says, the desperation back in his voice, “Please I want, I want to understand better, for the people I guide.” You nod into him.

“You could lean down, and kiss the top of my head.” He follows your orders, his mouth lingering on your scalp, inhaling your scent. You smell like cigarette smoke, and vanilla perfume. “And I would do this,” You breathe, wrapping your free arm around his waist, and going to wrest your other hand from his but when you pull at it, his grip tightens, and an animalistic snarl rips from his chest. You jump and gasp with fear but apologies are spilling from his lips immediately.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he says, “I just, I guess, I’m feeling protective, I want to keep holding your hand, please, ah,” you look up at him, his face is so genuinely contrite it breaks your heart, “May I please keep holding it?”

“Ah, yes.” You say, and he smiles at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “Can we keep walking?” You ask, and he nods. The two of you stroll through the streets of Venice at night, and the temperature drops considerably as the moon gets higher. You’re standing at the dock, looking out at the ocean, when you start genuinely trembling, and he speaks again, handsome face contorted with concern.

“Ah, are you cold?”

“Y-yes.” You choke out, still in only the tank top and pajama shorts you’d died in.

“I can um, I can give you my cloak if you don’t mind that i’ll look less human.” He offers, and you shrug.

“I can’t imagine that after all that,” you remember your crumpled form, the black spots appearing on your vision as your boyfriend stumbled out of the room, so drunk he was blind to what he’d done, “That I looked human.”

“No, I suppose not so much.” he says, remembering a scene from a movie he’d watched on a day off, taking your chin in his hand roughly, then jumping back and releasing it, “Sorry, I wanted to touch you, but I, I did that wrong?” You nod quickly, and he looks sheepish, reaching back and touching his own neck. “Sorry.” He repeats.

“No it’s alright,” You say, taking his hands and arranging them on your face so that he’s cupping it, his thumbs resting on the top of your cheeks. “Like this.” He strokes your skin for a moment, lost in the high planes of your face reflecting in the moonlight, the only sound the water lapping the dock you're standing on, the boats nudging each other. But then another shiver runs up your spine, and he practically rips off his cloak, draping it around your shoulders, bending down so that he can properly arrange it on your shoulders. In the bright silver moonlight, he stretches into a truer form. He’s a little hunched, and much closer to seven feet than six. There are two white bony horns peeking out of his green hair, and his canines are long and sharp in a distinctly inhuman way. In the direct moonlight, you can see right through his skin. But other than that, he’s built like a man, the largest man you’ve ever seen, but a man nonetheless.

“Wow,” you stammer, drawing his cloak around you. He laughs.

“You’re not afraid?” He asks, and your mind flashes to the fear you knew in your life, the way you’d come to jump at loud noises, the way just the scent of whiskey could send you into a tailspin, and you shake your head.

“I’ve seen worse.” You say softly, and he nods, understanding.

“Ah.” He offers you his hand, now with long talons at the end. You take it, and he carefully, painstakingly interlaces your fingers. “Can I,” he starts, and then you watch him stop himself, second guess, and then barrel forward, “Can I, what I mean, is that,” he pauses, struggling for the right words. “I would like to, to kiss you, if I can.” Your eyes widen.

“Oh!”

“I mean, not if, not if you don’t-”

“No it’s just-”

“It’s totally okay,” he flashes his palms at you, “I get it if you-”

“I want to.” You cut him off again, and he looks at you, shock coloring his handsome features. “I just um,” you look around, “I know no one can see us, but I’d prefer if we could go somewhere um, private?” He nods, squeezing your hand.

“My place?”

“You have a place?” You ask, as he lifts you back up into the air, and you watch the moonlight glitter on the dark ocean.

“My shift’s been over for a bit.” He explains, a little guilt creeping into his expression. “We work for three weeks about, your time. You were my last job.”

“Oh.” Something twinges in your gut. “Can I ask you something?” You look down, Venice is tiny below you, nearly disappearing into the sea. “What ah, what are you?”

“I serve death.” He explains, lifting you easily so that you’re cradled against his chest, swaddled like a baby. “In all of their forms, as the raven queen, as the devil, as the moon, whatever form you’ve given them.” He shifts you a little so that your head is resting on his pectoral. “You might call me ah, a demon, I suppose, but that comes with such a negative connotation.”

“What should I call you, then?” He glances down at you, it’s incredible to him, how easy you’re taking this, how quickly you accepted death, how you don’t seem to be afraid of him, it feels, dreamlike.

“Call me Izuku.” He says as you break through a huge white cloud. The world around you blurs and suddenly you’re not flowing up, but down, down towards a ground that looks like a rocky mountainside. “It’s a reflection,” he explains, seeing the look on your face, “Sometimes when you’re looking in the mirror and you see something behind you, you are seeing us.”

“Izuku,” you say, and oh god his given name on your lips is heavenly, so sweet and short, a cooing, breathy sound. His mouth goes dry as he lands on the dirt path, leading to the mouth of a cave. “Is this allowed, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He stretches a little, setting you on the ground, you’d have to go back, eventually, he thinks, but there was a way, a way to ensure you’d be his forever.

“They might notice, in a century, that you didn’t report to where you’re going.” He yawns. “But it’s so kind of you to care.” He leads you to the mouth of the cave, which has a huge nest of blankets and twigs, the occasional moss accent softening a corner. Flickering torches hang on the walls, creating long dancing shadows on the floor. He helps you into the nest, lifting your body up and over the lip of it so that you slide to the soft bottom, then leaping into it after you. It’s cozy and much less fragile than it looks,

“I like this,” you breathe, startling even yourself at how, right it feels to be here. He blushes a deep crimson.

“You like my nest?”

“It seems,” you shift your weight a little, “It seems sturdy.” Warmth spreads across his chest.

“Thank you.” You’re sitting cross-legged on the blankets, with him kneeling in front of you. “Where do I um, how do I start?” he asks, and you take his huge hands guiding them so that one of them rests on your waist, and the other is cupping your cheek.

“Now press your lips to mine,” you say, eyes wide and kind, full of the most beautiful innocence - god he was going to - “Softly, at first.” You instruct, speaking the words almost into his mouth. “And you can use your hands to move me where you want me.” His hand on your waist tightens, digging into the softness of your skin there as he leans farther forward, experiencing the gentle ecstasy of closeness. Your body is warm, so warm compared to him, he can’t help it, he wants more, using his leverage to push his tongue between your lips, guiding you down on your back so that he can feel every curve, every contour of you against him. It’s been so long, he works so hard, and there are so many intricacies to your anatomy, so many places he can press his lips to make more music spill from your mouth. Where he’s hard and cold, you’re plush and warm, and the little gasp you make when he accidentally grazes his teeth against your lower lip practically sets him on fire, a low growl ripping from his chest. You tug on his hair, guiding him from your mouth to the crook of your neck, pulling another hiccupping gasp from your lips.

“I-izuku,” you choke out, it feels good, his tongue long and rough on your skin, but, “It’s o-okay, you can touch me,” another sound rumbles from him, somehow even more feral, as both of his hands move up to palm your chest, rutting his hips desperately against yours.

“Want you, gotta get your ready for me,” he growls, “Please, fuck, I need-”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, more sure of this than anything in your life, “I want you, I want you, I can handle it.” He pulls off of you, face flushed, heart racing, as he rips your pajama shorts off of you and dives between your legs. It’s like he’s sucked the air from your lungs, bright lights exploding behind your eyes as he presses his nose against your clit and slides his long tongue into your core. “Mmmmm,” He groans, rolling his hips against the ground, roughly taking your thighs in a bruising grip as you writhe with pleasure, the vibrations of his voice only sending you higher.

“‘Zuku,” you choke out, as he laps at you greedily, “Feels, feels so good.” He growls into your warmth again, pressing himself deeper into you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, guiding his movements against you, he lets you set the rhythm but any time you try and squirm away from him, any time the pleasure becomes too much, he locks his arms around you tighter, holding you in place. You meet his gaze, eye narrowed and intense.

“Mine,” he says, before slipping a finger inside of you. You keen at that alone, the possessive undercurrent to his voice making your face hot and mouth dry. “Mine,” he says again, knuckle deep inside you, pressing against your velvet walls as you gasp and mewl. “Say it.” He demands, his demeanor completely different. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m,” you swallow, he curls his one finger inside of you and your back is practically forced into an arch, pleasure building, the hot coil in your stomach growing tighter. “I’m yours, I’m yours, Izuku,” you cry out over the lewd squelch of his finger inside you. He adds a second one, scissoring them inside you, and he marvels at the way it sends a shudder throughout your entire body, you just can’t stay still for him, even yelping when he sinks his teeth into the soft skin at your hips, delighting in the way you’ve completely come undone at his touch. He can feel his cock straining against his pants, with every wanton moan that escapes your lips, it gets harder, desperate for some kind of friction, to replace his fingers in your warm, wet, cunt.

“Fuck,” you choke out, looking at him again, soft eyes glistening with tears, and somewhere inside of him, a damn breaks. With a feral grunt, he takes you roughly by the waist and lifts you in the air, flopping on his back as he positions you above his crotch, watching your eyes widen with fear as he pulls his length out from his pants. He’s huge underneath you, shoulders wide and flat, his shirt sticking to his sweaty abdomen. You reach for it, tugging it over his head and leaning back, bracing your hands against his hips, raking your eyes down his scarred muscle to the trail of green hair leading to the largest cock you’ve ever seen, purpled with need and curving slightly.

“C’mon,” he growls, “C’mon baby, take it, you can do it.” You swallow, heart thrumming as you sink down, your walls stretching taking even the head of him. “That’s it,” he says, dark eyes glittering, as you let out a soft whine.

“S-so big, ‘Zuku,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you feel a light slap on your thigh,

“Look at me,” He says, “Focus on me,” You lower your hips a little more, your mouth dropping open as the stretch starts with a sharp pain that melts into pleasure. He sits up a little, taking your thighs in his hands, kneading at them before pressing another kiss to your lips. “Take it baby, you can take it,” he says, as you keep sinking lower, your eyes completely losing focus as your soft walls flutter around him.

“Ah,” you moan, biting down on your lower lip, you’re still only about halfway. It’s not just that it’s the longest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s wide, and there’s so much space between your hips and that tuft of green hair at his hilt.

“Look at me,” He says again, authority seeping into his tone, and you obey, shivering with pleasure, “Look at me,” you nod, “You’re gonna take my cock, angel, alright, like a good girl, and then I’m gonna make you feel so good no one else is ever gonna matter,” you nod, and keep going, ignoring the stretch, tuning everything out but his loud groans.

“‘Z-zuku,” you mumble, trying not to break eye contact with him.

“No one else,” he says, his voice dark, his eyes narrow and possessive, “‘M gonna ruin you for anyone else.” You roll your hips a little as you finally, finally take all of him, settling down on top of him as you feel every inch, every vein, pulsing, so hot inside you.

“So f-full,” you breathe, reaching for him and instinctively, he holds your hand, just like you taught him.

“What a good girl,” he coos, and watches you preen at the praise, squeezing your hand, “Ready for me to move, baby, ‘m gonna fuck you so good baby,” You whimper, and he sits up eyes wide with concern. “Is it too much I-”

“I want you to kiss me,” you mumble, embarrassed at your desire for intimacy, but he beams at you before crashing his lips against yours at the same time as he thrusts his length inside you, letting you moan into his open mouth, not letting go of your hand as he slowly begins moving inside you. You collapse into his chest and he takes it in stride, burying his face in your neck, biting down on your soft flesh, as the pleasure overtakes him.

“So good,” he chokes out, moving you up and down his cock, feeling your walls flutter and squish around him, “Such a good girl, baby,” he breathes, “F-fuck, takin’ all of me, so good, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he snarls the last word, slamming into you hard, eliciting a sharp keen from your lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from the way you’re stretching to accommodate him, watching his cock disappear between your soaking folds, groaning loudly at the way you squeeze around him.

“More,” you beg, holding his hand more tightly, “More please, ‘Zuku, I can take it.”

“Fuck yes you can,” He breathes, picking up the pace, fucking you harder, letting you completely relax against his chest as he thrusts upward into you, watching your chest bounce with every roll of his hips, lifting your head up so that he can kiss you sloppily again as he feels himself scrape against your walls. “Fuck yes,” he repeats, speaking into your mouth, refusing to let go of your hand,

“Can I,” you stop speaking as a particularly hard snap of his hips against your sucks the wind from your lungs, “Can I cum?” He blinks up at you, the idea of it registering, and then whatever self-control he’d been holding on to dissipates. He flips you on your back without pulling out and pins both of your hands next to your head as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Cum for me,” He snarls, “Cum for me, I want it, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby come on,” you writhe underneath him, completely lost in the sensation the coil in your stomach hot and tight, you’re teetering on the edge of your high as he leans down and speaks in your ear, his breath on your neck, “I said,” he growls, voice completely different, dark and threatening, “Cum for me.” It’s like you’ve been shoved off a cliff, you clench down on him hard, losing complete control of your limbs and your mind, babbling praise as he carries you through your orgasm. He chases his own high, thrusts sporadic, in time with short low grunts, as he explodes inside of you, staying hard with the single-minded thought of getting his cum as deep within your cunt as possible, of marking your womb and your body as his.

“Mine,” he says, over and over as he watches you unravel, your tongue lolling as your orgasm rips through your body, noticing the marks he’d littered on your neck and chest, the bite marks and bruises making him somehow even harder. It’s a few minutes, before he finally stops cumming, collapsing on top of you, still not releasing your hand. He crushes you against his chest, wrapping himself in blankets as you come down, finally pulling out of your pussy with a soft groan.

“Izuku,” you breathe, still barely present. “Izuku, am I,” you swallow, “Is this, ah,” you pause, catching your breath but he presses a single finger to your lips.

“Shhh,” he breathes, “You’re mine, baby, all mine, nothing bad, is ever going to happen to you, ever again.” You lift your head sleepily.

“Yours?”

“Mine.” He confirms and feels you relax against him. He watches you drift off to sleep, stroking your hair, peppering your face with kisses, whispering praise. After all, his hands brush your stomach, if you weren’t pregnant yet he’d just have to try harder next time.

“I’m not asking your permission,” he says quietly, nestling you in his lap, “But just so you know, I’m going to kill your boyfriend.” You blink up at him, brain still operating at 1%.

“Really?” You breathe, eventually, and he nods.

“Yeah.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.” You snuggle against him, sleepy, fucked out, in a demon's nest, about to fall asleep against his chest when he speaks again. “And you’re gonna give me the sweetest babies,” he coos, and your blood turns to ice, nerves overtaking you.

“What?” You ask, suddenly wide awake, staring up at him. He just nods.

“I don’t know much about romance,” he says, with a sheepish shrug, “But I do know you’re gonna be so beautiful,” you feel his lips on your neck, “Carrying my babies.” You swallow, remembering your mother, doing everything on her own, barely present.

“Y-you’ll help me, right?” You beg, and he pulls away from you, scandalized.

“Of course!” His eyes widen. “Of course, I will.” You close your eyes, putting the cold darkness of your human lift behind you, wrapping your arms around your demon's neck.

“Alright, then,” you wrap your legs around his body. “I’ll be yours, Izuku.” He pets your head, “Can we sleep?” He pulls you down into his pile of blankets, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, nestling you against his chest, and the only sound in the cave is his soft, even breath, and the crackling of the flames of the torches affixed to the wall. “Oh wait,” you sit up, and his heart breaks into a sprint, he could stop you from leaving, from running but he’s not sure he can handle the idea of being rejected - “We could spoon, um, if you want?” There’s a moment, where he processes what you’re offering, letting him lie down on his side and lying down behind him. You hook your arms under his, pressing your chest against his back. “Do you feel safe?” You ask in the tiniest, sweetest voice, his heart shatters, his hands ache for you, but he answers simply, voice trembling as tears spring to his eyes.

“I think,” he says, “No one’s ever touched me softly either.” You bury your face in his neck. “Hmm,” you sigh sleepily. “I’ll teach you.” He swallows, nodding, and his next thought hits him like a train. God, was he going to make your boyfriend fucking suffer.

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(🦭) ah yes grippy graspy handsy deku.. . . .. much to think abt.. . .. . also hELO i hope ur doing okay this week )):

☆༉ — IZUKU MIDORIYA. handsy.

about. he likes when you show him how to touch you. hi baby!! im doing okay, thank you for asking! i hope you are too <3

warnings. [n]sfw & smut. minors & ageless blogs do not interact. exhibitionism, dry humping, fingering, praise, use of good girl / baby, light choking & fem!reader.

the idea of deku’s hands always being on you. him always secretly observing how you touch yourself with your own hands too, making mental notes on how to replicate the feelings that you give yourself.

day to day, he notes the way your fingertips brush up and down your sides before you get dressed. how you sometimes cup your own neck for comfort and rest your palms on the swell of your thighs to keep yourself together in the image of a perfectly tied bow. and izuku watches, from his place in your bed — leaning back against the headboard with his mop of forest green curls curtaining his trained eyes. he stares from across the room at galas and summits as you toy with the pendant that cages your throat (his initials dangling at the nape, the emeralds glittering under the glow of the lights up above). his calculating gaze settles on your twitching thighs and quivering legs whenever he’s seated beside you, anticipating the moment you both can leave for home and the world consists of just the two of you once more.

izuku watches how you touch yourself in the most mundane ways so he can do it better. he wants to be the only one who knows how what makes you tick, what has your body twitching and writhing and those sweet sounds tumbling from between precious lips.

“sit back for me, sweetheart,” lust pools between your thighs as he speaks to you in a low whisper. izuku can be performative, play the nice guy and the hero with a smile but when it’s the two of you behind closed doors he changes — let’s the darker parts of him overshadow all of the rest, consuming you whole. “spread your legs nice and wide. i want to see you touch yourself.”

“izuku—“

he doesn’t take no for an answer and nips at your ear in warning. “oh i’m sorry, should i have asked?” his scared hands smooth over the swell of your thighs, his voice like high dose of ecstasy to relax you. “please, show me how you touch yourself.”

he squeezes and tugs at the rest of your body — the spots he knows are sensitive become victim to deku’s surprisingly sharp teeth and rough padded hands. your own nervously dance their way up to the crotch of your panties, your face hot at the wetness pooling in their seam. izuku could have easily taken over from here, he’s stroked your cunt to orgasm more times than he’s had to sign his name away for fans. but he knows that this is the one thing you can’t do without him.

the one thing about your body that he knows better than you do.

deku grunts softly when your hips buck into your own hand, chasing the light pressure you put on your clit — and he lets the sound bleed out into a syrupy moan as your fingers disappear beneath the flimsy material to play with the sticky mess between your folds.

“there she is, my good girl. i like when you play with yourself for me.” he praises you, sickly sweet like saliva mixed with honey. pleased with the sticky sounds coming from your pussy. green eyes drink in the way you start off slow and pick up the pace each time he moans or huffs or clicks his tongue in approval. you stuff your little fingers deep inside the hot veil of your quivering cunt, rut into the seat of your palm and grind your swollen clit into it because you like it when deku watches. when he touches you.

your hips stutter and deku’s chest heaves — you can hear him swallow thickly from behind you, the thought of him being so wrecked by the sight of you fingering yourself makes you gush. “is this how you do it…when i’m not here?”

“yeah… but it’s never enough.” you keen into his forest fire-like heat, let his arms wrap around you to keep you steady against his chest, let him tongue a wet stripe from your neck to your ear hungrily. “baby please—”

“i know baby, you’ve done so well. you know i like it when you put on a show for me.” pride swells up from his lower stomach, spreads into all four of his limbs then straight to his cock nestled against the curve of your ass. “let me take over from here.” taking your wrist into his much larger hand, you jolt as the raised and scarred skin that criss crosses over his palms and knuckles bumps your thighs.

and even though you’ve been working yourself open, each of your muscles seize and tighten as izuku pushes two thick fingers into your heat. he stretches you out like you’re about to take his cock, skilfully drags his thumb over your sticky messy clit just indulge himself.

izuku’s resolve is as strong and as firm as he stands — but even he isn’t immune to the high pitched cries and little mewls you let out as he fucks you open and mimics the way you make yourself shake with ecstasy. he’s awfully good at it, curling his fingers until he’s able to brush over that salacious spongy spot deep within your walls.

an airy chuckle vibrates in your ear at the sight of you gushing into his scarred palm. “that’s it, huh? the spot. fuck baby.” mossy curls send the ghost of goosebumps over your body as izuku nuzzles himself against you, like a cage or a blanket of dark lust that keeps you trapped in his reach. he manipulates your body with slow methodological shapes etched over the heartbeat in your pussy, spreading your arousal all over you until you’re both glossy and shiny.

lewd, unmissable squelches echo through your room — sounds you couldn’t achieve on your own. a wetness you couldn’t get without izuku’s help. you can’t even pin point the source of your own pleasure, not when his free hand maps out the curves and dips to your body even though deku knows them off by heart. he pinches and pulls you apart, forces you to fall apart underneath his touch as he tweaks your hardened nipples and taps his fingers against your pretty throat.

leaning forward into his hand, you let him give your airway a gentle squeeze.

“ah, you’re so fucking good, sweetheart,” you can tell that izuku is pleased with the way his tone jumps. his husky voice bounces around in the empty walls of your skull and you stretch accommodatingly around the third finger he gives you as a reward. “i think…i think i want to see you cum. doesn’t that sound nice?”

“i-izuku!” you reach behind you blindly and anchor your fingers into the roots of deku’s hair — pulling and tugging, anything to cope with the unimaginable ripples of lust that pulse through your shaky frame. he lets you writhe against him, grins to himself as you wildly buck into his hand as he pumps his digits in and out you equally as wild.

he moans heartily, frantically fucking you through the white hot pleasure. “again, say my name again.”

“izuku,” you cry again, but louder this time. you claw at his hand around your neck and the sheets and his skin because it all feels so good when he touches you. “izuku! izuku please!”

with your head thrown back against his shoulder, he marvels at the crease forming between your brows and the delicate way your mouth falls open around the shape of his name. “that’s my girl, that’s it. cum for me, sweetheart.” he goads as your orgasm washes over you hotly. it’s like the ground has been yanked out from beneath you and you’re free falling faster than your mind can catch up.

you clench hard around izuku’s sloppy fingers, letting him catch you and guide you through it all. “so pretty when you cum, keep that orgasm going for me, okay?” he’s sweet, pressing soft kisses to your temple and you feel a loving warmth blossom at each spot while deku grounds you. he’s there while the aftershocks make their way through you and your cunt seeps happily with your arousal. he holds you close, lazily tongues at your neck while he pulls out of you — as though not to cause you any pain.

deku lets his arousal soaked hand rest lovingly on your navel as a reminder of what’s to come and how far he could reach if he decided to fuck you later on. for now he whispers cotton-wrapped and honey dipped praises into your ear, massaging the parts of you that might be sore from spreading yourself for him. “did that feel good? are you okay?”

“yeah, yeah. ‘m more than okay,” you hum, all sleepy like, and croon your head upwards in search of a kiss and a handsome face full of freckles. “did you—?”

deku’s hands tighten on your waist. “did you expect me not to cum in my pants from feeling you up?” he laughs brightly. “i like touching you, you feel good. it feels good to me.”

that’s hot. he’s hot.

and you’re suddenly aware of the warm stickiness against your backside.

“n-next time, izuku,” you lower your voice to a purr, rolling over in his arms so that you’re both chest to chest. your hand dips between your bodies to stroke at his semi-hardness, boldly. “you’ll let me touch you? let me have you…it feels good for me too.”

and who is deku to deny your hungry request.

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bajisbabe · 1 year

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[a/n]: this post has been giving me so much trouble, it’s not even funny. winter fic exchange with @. so here it is, unformatted. :)

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WARNINGS: Fluff, domestic life, plot(?) + smut, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), polite boy!Izuku, aged up!/number 1 pro hero!Izuku, reader can cook, reader and Izuku live together, tiny bit of angst, Izuku calls reader “baby,” reader referred to as beautiful once, slight bondage (?) using Black Whip, izuku uses quirk during sex kinda. P in V sex, unprotected.

Word Count: 4.2k

Synopsis: Izuku is busy, but never too busy to remind you that he loves you.

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You sat up abruptly, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Glaring into the darkness from your extremely comfortable spot on your shared bed, you muttered out, “Izuku? Is that you?”

It couldn’t have been any later than 5 in the morning. The last lingering bits of dusk before dawn. You couldn’t see much other than his silhouette, and the outline of his hero costume. How his shoulders floated up and down with every ragged breath.

Your lips pursed, brows drawing together. “Are you okay?”

You could make out his faint nod. He sluggishly stripped himself of his clothes, heavy fabric falling to the ground with a thud. He stumbled forward and out of the pile of his clothing, kicking off his signature red boots. He lingered at the edge of the bed for a moment, seemingly watching you. You didn’t quite catch the adoring smile of his, merely complaining up a storm as his heavy body collapsed on top of you.

You made it a point to remind him that muscle weighs a ton and that he had a lot of it. He mumbled a quiet “goodnight, baby” and fell asleep almost immediately. The only thing separating you from his bare skin was the dark green briefs you bought him impulsively on your last trip to the store.

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Izuku came home late the next night, being just awake enough to eat the leftovers you had in the fridge for dinner. Since you had yet to go to bed, you joined him in the dining room and watched him eat. He scarfed it down, gulping mouthfuls of water in between big bites.

He told you to tell him about your day and listened eagerly when you did, nodding and replying when appropriate. You tried to ask him about his, only to realize that he had finished his plate and had started to drift off while sitting up.

You shook your head and chuckled some before standing and patting him on the back, eagering him up and out of his seat and to the bathroom. You helped him out of his clothes, and he helped you out of yours. The two of you bathed together. At one point, you sat behind him on the edge of the tub, washing his back and trying to ignore the large amount of soot on his right shoulder—he had some kind of run-in with fire. Not to mention a new scar you had never seen before appeared on his left side.

You rinsed his skin and moved on to his hair, lathering up shampoo in those soft, green curls of his. He sang your praise, telling you that your hands felt so good in his hair.

Because of that combined with his sinking, heavy eyelids, you found it in you to bite your tongue and say nothing. Rather opting to guide him to bed so that you both could sleep.

But you didn’t sleep much that night, insisting on turning to face him even though he much preferred spooning you. It wasn’t like he could put up a fight, he practically fell asleep the second you wiggled out of his arms, his thick fingers still reaching out for you even in his stupor. You watched his face for hours, noting the little flickers of his lashes, the crease in his brow, the blooming color in his cheeks, the quiet breathing from his open lips.

Your hand came up once or twice to brush away any stray hair that had fallen onto his forehead. You had known Izuku long enough to know that he got rather hot when he slept, sometimes even sweating, but he never complained when the both of you cuddled up under the heavy comforter. Never did he move away, or try for a new position once you got comfortable. Not even once.

For some reason, the thought makes you sad. You think of how selfless Izuku is, how kind he is, how he always puts others before himself. How he ultimately always puts himself in danger because of it.

And the thought makes you want to cry.

—

“Izuku,” you say, rushing to the front door to stop him in his path. He immediately halts, eyes flickering in your direction, brows raising. “Can we talk?”

He opens his mouth as if to tell you that he has somewhere to be—which he does. You know this because he always goes to work around the same time everyday. 8 AM, on the dot. Sometimes as early as 6 or 7, sometimes long before you even get up. But he shuts his mouth, nodding and holding out his hand for you to take. You do, allowing him to guide you to the couch.

You sit right next to him, only allowing a small space so that you can both turn to each other. You take a moment to steel yourself, knowing that what you’re about to ask of him is beyond selfish, and knowing that this might be the first time he’ll ever tell you no.

You stay quiet for a beat too long, relishing in the caress of his thumb across the back of your hand. A soothing technique he’s developed solely for you over the course of the last couple of years. “Are you alright?”

You get the urge to cry again, but you don’t. Your head drops so that you can stare at your lap, now unable to make eye contact.

“Baby,” he asks, a hint of panic in his voice. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His hands come up to cup your face, calloused palms feeling warm against your skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, biting your lip.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” He murmurs, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. “I’ll listen.”

“I know.” You sigh, pulling at his wrists and turning your head to break the touch. You look back for a second, only to find a rather heartbroken expression on his face.

“What?” He asks quietly. “What’s wrong?”

You take a breath, suddenly feeling trapped. You need to say it. You need to say something. He should be on his way to patrol right now, and here you are, taking up his precious time. You should hurry up and say what you have to say so that he can go.

But I don’t want him to go. You think.

“Izuku,” you say.

He meets your eyes, brows furrowing at the emotion he can’t quite decipher in them.

“Izuku, I want you to quit being a hero.”

—

After saying such a thing, you seemingly snapped out of your trance and immediately took back your words. Izuku tried to ask you what you meant, and begged you to just talk to him. But you stood up and walked to the front door, knowing that he’d follow you—like he always does.

You told him to have a good day at work, and shrugged him away when he attempted to grab your arms. Scurrying off to your shared bedroom, you closed and locked the door behind you. You heard the knob turn some, then a small knock at the door. Izuku called your name, “Open the door.”

You didn’t, telling him again to have a good day at work. A lingering silence followed.

“Please.” He said. “Can you please open the door?”

You faltered for a moment, fingers aching to turn the knob and let him in. But still, you didn’t.

Izuku hesitated to leave, but ultimately had no other choice when he received a call from one of his colleagues, telling him to “get his shitty ass down here.”

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Izuku came home early that night, far too early, in fact. Early enough for your dinner to still be hot—which hasn’t happened in months. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, watching Izuku sitting before you.

He ate slowly, complementing your cooking. Only taking a couple swigs of his drink every now and then. He seemed so unlike himself from a night ago. Making small talk, which you responded to in small phrases or single words.

He finished his dinner, wiping his mouth with a napkin. You met eyes. “This morning”—you cringed—“when you told me that you wanted me to quit, you meant it, didn’t you?”

You couldn’t speak, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. So you mustered up enough strength to nod. It’s not so much that you wanted him to quit as you know that being a hero was his biggest dream growing up—you could never deny him that. But it’s more so that you want him to be safe. You can’t say that though as it seems your mouth refuses to open.

“I knew it.” He doesn’t say it bitterly, or even matter-of-factly. It’s soft, breathy. He stays quiet for a beat. “Do you miss me?”

You frown. “It’s more than that, Izuku.”

“I know.” He says. “I’m not really home for dinner, not here when you shower, or go to bed. Not here when you wake up or go to work. Not really here in general—”

“It’s not that.” You say, frown deepening.

“Then what is it?” You hate how he speaks to you. Not stiffly or angrily. It’s all too kind, too understanding. Too compassionate and empathetic.

“It’s—” you meet his eyes again, breath taken away by how sincere of a look he’s giving you. You can’t help but be honest then. “I’m scared.”

“Scared?” He asks, brows furrowing. “Of what? Or… who?” He scratches his cheek, trying to think of what he couldn’t protect you from—which is practically nothing, considering he’s the number 1 pro hero. Not to mention, you yourself were pretty well-versed in combat. To this day, you could probably toss Izuku on his ass if he wasn’t careful. He couldn’t think of anything that would scare you.

“Nothing.” You say. “No one. I’m scared… I’m scared of—” why can’t you bring yourself to say it?

He doesn’t say anything, allowing you to gather your thoughts and conjure up something to say.

“I’m scared of you—”

“Of me?”

“No!” You whine. “I’m scared of you getting hurt, alright?”

“Oh,” he murmurs. He mulls over your words for a moment. He isn’t quite sure what to say. “Well… I haven’t gotten hurt yet.”

“First of all, that’s a lie.” You sigh heavily, wanting to point out the new scar he was sporting the other day, but you choose not to. “And second—Izuku, that’s not the point.”

“I know,” he repeats quietly.

“You’re not invincible.”

“I know—”

“If you say ‘I know’ one more time—”

“I’m sorry.”

You frown, clutching your fork rather tightly. You can do nothing but sit and stare. You don’t know what to say. Your grip tightens to the point that it begins to hurt.

Izuku looks over at your hand, stands, and gently pries the utensil out of your fingers. He smooths his thumb over your reddening palm. Using both hands, he pushes and pulls the skin as though it’ll make the indent stretch and disappear. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses your palm gently. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “Really, I am.”

One kiss turns into two, then two into three. He gradually moves his lips down to kiss your wrist and brings your hand to cup his face. He nuzzles his cheek into your palm and sighs contentedly.

“I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

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“You miss me?” Izuku says, tossing his bag down onto the floor. He kicks off his boots unceremoniously and quickly climbs into bed with you, still clad in his jacket and sweats. His cheeks are a bit rosy from the chill outside.

You roll your eyes and continue to read your book as he wraps his arms around your waist, his cheek resting near your belly.

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming with love. “Baby,” it’s whiny and teasing. “Look at me.”

You glance at him over the top of your book, seemingly unamused. Using his pointer finger, he pushes the book down gently to reveal your face to him. Smiling stupidly, he takes your chin and pulls you down some until your lips meet.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever.” He says.

You set your book down with a huff. “I’m not mad!”

“Are so,” he says, turning over to lay his head flat. “You do that foot tapping thing when you’re mad.”

“I’m not”—you look down to see that your right foot is in fact tapping subtly against the sheet. “That doesn’t mean I’m mad.” You say heatedly.

“Whatever you say, baby.” He glances your way, lips tugging up at the sight of your frown. You’re adorable.

He lets the silence eat away at you, knowing you’ll fess up if he just lets you simmer for a bit. “You came home early!”

“What?” He says, sitting up so that he can see you face-to-face. His left eyebrow raises. “You’re mad because I came home early?”

“No!” You say, taking a moment to watch your tone as you realize how mean you sound. “No. It’s just”—you sigh, closing your eyes. “If you had told me you were going to be home, I could’ve…”

“Could’ve what?” now you’ve really got his attention.

“Could’ve… I don’t know”—you sigh again, feeling frustrated. Every time you see him, it’s like your tongue begins to twist—“I could’ve done something for you. Like, made you lunch or something. Or we could’ve gone out. I don’t know.”

“Awh, baby.” He coos, that insistent smile returns. He grabs your arms, rubbing his large hands up and down them in a comforting manner. “It’s not too late, we still have time.”

“No,” you say sullenly. “It should have been a surprise.”

“Why?” He asks dumbly. Sometimes he really doesn’t understand you. Hardly ever, but when he doesn’t, he really doesn’t.

“I don’t know,” you repeat, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess I wanted to make you feel special.”

He pauses, his cheeks reddening. He dips his head so that you don’t catch the blush blooming on his face. “It’s alright, I don’t need a surprise to feel special, baby.” His hands speed up, a nervous impulse that gives away his sudden shyness.

You turn to look at him, head tilting as you find that he has ducked his head. You can’t quite see his face. “Izuku?” You ask. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He says a bit too quickly.

You hum in question, peering closer. “Are you blushing?”

“What?” He sputters. “No!”

“You are!” You say, excitedly. “Oh my god!”

“No,” he groans, cupping his own face in an attempt to cover it up.

He lets you laugh and tease all you want, fighting back another smile until you finally sober up. “Izuku,” you say, drawing his attention.

His eyes shine innocently. “Yeah?”

“What can I do for you?” You ask. “To make you feel special, I mean.”

He ponders on it for a bit, but not long. “Nothing.” He pauses for another beat before saying, “I already feel special when I’m with you. There’s nothing I want you to do for me.”

Although your heart swoons at his words, you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Was there really nothing you could do for him?

“You sure?” You are looking in his eyes when you notice them darken subtly. Had you not been looking, you wouldn’t have caught it.

“Well,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to the sheets. “Could you let me—wou—would you let me… Never mind.”

“What? No!” You scoot closer to him, grabbing his hands and pulling them to you. “Tell me, tell me!”

“Well, uh,” he looks up at the ceiling, suddenly unable to make eye contact. “Well, uhm, would you let me… Would you, maybe…”

“Izuku,” you drop his hand to place your left hand on his shoulder, your right hand still holding one of his. “You can say anything, seriously.”

“Okay,” he sighs, looking unsure. “Uhm, what I’m trying to say is… Could I maybe eatyouout?”

You blink. “What?”

“Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

Because Izuku is always so busy on patrol, it’s been a minute since he’s given oral. You still get intimate every now and then, but you hardly have time for foreplay. You never ask because you know he’s busy and feel that it’s selfish of you to do so.

Little do you know, he’s been craving it but holding back because you haven’t asked for it.

“Oh,” you say. “Well, if that’s all”—you slip off your shorts.

“Oh.” He repeats, mouth agape. He didn’t think it would be this easy. He honestly thought you’d say no, or laugh his request off. He has to stop himself from looking as eager as he feels. “Okay.”

It takes him a second to act, to move. His large, calloused hands smoothing over your inner thighs and spreading your legs. He lets out a hushed curse at the sight in between. He looks up at you, then down, then up, and down again.

“May I?”

You bite your lip, words stuck in your throat as you nod. He doesn’t hesitate any longer, kissing at your clothed clit and licking through the fabric at your hole. He can only handle so much before he hooks his finger on the bridge of your panties and pulls it over to reveal you to him.

“Fuck.” He breathes, shuddering with excitement at the prospect of what’s to come. He sucks at your clit, drawing circles around it with your tongue. His hands cup under your knees, forcing your legs up higher as you tremble beneath him. He can’t help but think of how beautiful you are as he tugs your panties off and tosses them aside. They were only getting in his way.

His tongue delves into your hole, greedily drinking up all you have to offer until you’re begging for mercy. “Izuku, please!”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I know.” He presses a finger in, easing it back and forth as he kisses your clit. Then, a second, speeding up to a punishing pace.

Your fingers curled into his hair, gripping harshly, but you know it’s nothing that Izuku can’t take. He twists his fingers, curling them expertly in a way that has you gasping. Adding a third finger to ensure you’ll be stretched enough to take him. Adding a particularly pointed thrust of his fingers, he feels you tighten around them. Pulling away only to suck off your juices obscenely, tongue flicking between his pointer and middle fingers.

“You’re so wet,” his eyes are heavy-lidded, lips wet with your release. He’s staring down, seemingly infatuated with your pussy. “I missed this. I missed you, baby. So much.”

You feel your skin warm, embarrassment setting in. “Shut up.” You grumble, your tone holding no heat. He simply smiles at you, eyes glancing down at himself then back up to you with a more sheepish expression. You look down, finding that there’s an obvious tent in his sweats. One spot in particular seems damp with pre.

You don’t say anything, opening your legs just a bit wider to invite him in. He quickly shucks off his jacket, kicking off his pants, and pulling down his boxers. He eases his way through your legs, his hips bumping your knees and thighs out of the way as he closes in on you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He says quietly, breathily.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he leans closer, curving in over you. He presses his throbbing tip to your hole. He slides his tip from your clit to your hole once, twice, making you ache with need. He’s big, moreso in width than in length. But his length is certainly nothing to ignore either. You catch sight of a neat patch of curly green hair—it’s all sticky with pre, looks like he might have come while eating you out—and a smattering of freckles that you can just barely make out right above his pelvis.

“Fuuuck,” he whines, teasing you both as he presses the tip in, then backs out, and presses in again. The stretch of it alone has you squirming. “Think you can handle me?”

It’s one of the very few times Izuku’s teasing sounds a bit too mean. His eyes are dark and his smile seems so smug all of a sudden. He’s only teasing, but you can’t take it. “Hurry, please!”

“Why,” he aligns himself with you. “We’ve got all night, baby.” Then, he thrusts in. He slides it all in in one go, leaving you writhing and panting. You feel him shudder against you, strong thighs pressed up against your ass. His eyes roll back, a hiss blowing through his teeth.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, speeding up to a rhythmic pace, neither too slow nor too fast. You can hardly keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut in an attempt to drown out the immense pleasure you feel as the curve of his cock stretches you deliciously. He’s strong, every thrust jolting your body and taking your breath. Your toes curl as he hits the rough patch inside of you, hips grinding against you once he realizes.

“That feel good? You like that?”

You can only nod numbly, body tingling. Your hands grasp the sheets beneath you, back arching. His hands slide under your shirt, greedily groping at your breasts as he eases the fabric up and out of the way. He mouths at the skin, relishing in the moan you let out in response. He sucks the plump flesh, squeezing as he slows his thrusts. It’s agonizing.

He tongues at your neck, kissing and sucking, hands still on your breast. Thrusts slow, but still hard enough to shake the bed frame. You wonder how it withstands his power.

“You’re making me feel so special, baby.” He chokes out, voice muffled in the place where your shoulder and neck meet. “Sooo—fucking—special.” He accentuates every word with a thrust.

A hint of light catches your eye, a green and black swirling pattern spiraling over his forearms. Black Whip, you recall vaguely. Hardly able to understand as your brain has turned to mush at the slow strokes of his cock. The whip latches on to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. It doesn’t hurt, only buzzes gently against your skin.

Izuku begins to gasp and sputter against you, lips kissing yours messy and wet. He looks at you with heavy lidded eyes, lips swollen and red from biting. His hair is even more of a mess than usual and his cheeks are blushing a pretty red. You can see the muscles in his lower abdomen contract, his thighs tensing. He looks so feral, but you aren’t afraid. Even with as much power as Izuku possesses, you know he’d never be a threat to you.

Your belly tightens at the thought, his pelvis rubbing pleasantly your clit when he thrusts in, hips grinding slowly. Your head thrums with pleasure, ears ringing a bit as he groans above you. The coil in your stomach snaps suddenly, your pussy spasming around him. “Oh,” he mumbles hazily, unable to stop himself from coming undone.

His cum fills you, thick and hot, cock pulsing. You throb with pleasure, fingers twisting the sheets until they nearly come up. Colors and shapes dancing behind your eyes, you sink further into the afterglow.

It takes a full minute for him to calm, Black Whip gradually disappearing into his skin as his hands gently release their hold on you. He eases out slowly, evermore careful when you groan at the loss of touch. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Might have overdone it.”

You sit up rather groggily, pushing up on your hands despite Izuku worrying over you and telling you to lay back down and rest. “Don’t be.” You smile at him softly, a hand coming up to cup his face.

His anxious expression melts away as he nuzzles into your palm, intertwining the fingers of your free hand with his. He allows a similar smile to grace his lips, “I’ll start coming home early from now on.” He says.

For a moment, you think he’s joking and laugh quietly. But there’s a certain look of determination in his eyes, one you don’t bother to combat as he explains how he’ll double his work effort in half an amount of hours on patrol so that he’ll have more time to spend with you, even if that means handing over the workload to Bakugo—who he already talked to this about, being sure to include the opinions of his task force too.

“I don’t think he’d mind,” Izuku says softly. “He’s always saying he could do it better.” You both laugh, smiling stupidly at each other. Izuku stands, saying that he’ll get you water and start a bath. You nod, unable to voice just how grateful you are for him. Just before he exits the room, he turns to you. “Oh, I almost forgot! I know you told me to be more careful and—and I am, so…” he stops short when he sees the look of utter adoration you’re giving him. He chuckles, feeling his face warm. “So you don’t have to worry about me, we’ve got a new buddy system and everything. I’ll make sure I come home to your every night. I’ll keep my promise, okay? So don’t worry.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, running off to fetch a new set of sheets for the bed. Even though he can’t hear you, you still speak.

“Okay.”

#izuku smut #izuku x reader smut #tw smut #smut tw #tw unprotected sex #it’s been so long .. i literally don’t know how to do this stuff anymore. how do I tag this :/#bnha smut #mha smut #izuku midoriya x reader smut #midoriya izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut

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esspeon · 11 months

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pro hero!deku who comes knocking at your door in the middle of the night, knowing you’d be awake. He’s wounded, clutching his side and there’s blood on his face.. you feel a little guilty for thinking he’s hot when he’s very clearly in pain, but do you care? No, not really. “Gonna let me in and take care of me, love?” That’s exactly what you do.

pro hero!deku who keeps his hands on your thighs while you’re on his lap, busy cleaning the cuts on his face. You’re way too concentrated to notice the way he looks at you and how his fingers slowly move up your thighs and make their way to your hips and he’s almost able to do what he’s been wanting to for the last 15 minutes— that is pulling down your shorts and panties, push his hardening cock into your hole and have you ride him— but you swat his hands away, “Be patient, ‘zuku.” He lets out a sigh-like giggle and smiles at you. “Sorry, baby. You’re just too pretty for me to resist.”

pro hero!deku who finally gets you to give in after some begging. He can’t get over how tight you feel around him. You’re not moving though, cockwarming him and admiring him. His green eyes are glossy while his cheeks are rosy, his freckles more visible that usual. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, darling?”

pro hero!deku who eventually gets impatient and ends up fucking you hard on the couch in your apartment:((

#⥀.a song for crows #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut #deku smut

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cyfics · 1 year

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Title: School Bully

Warning(s): NSFW!, Aged up!, femdom, pussy eating, pussy drunk Izuku

Pairing: Izuku x fem reader

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: You bully the class nerd.

Word count: 2K !!

Note: Everyone is aged up! Unedited + not proof read

On aO3 as Cyfics btw

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2nd POV

You were walking the schools halls idly without a care in the world, your skirt was riding up your thighs but you didn’t bother pulling them back down.

“Hey Y/n, was wondering when you’d stop slacking off.” Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully at you “Slacking? Me?” You acted offended by his words “Me and the gang were gonna pick on Deku after this last class, you in?” Katsuki asked.

“On Deku? That short loser you and I harass on a daily basis? Well of course! I wouldn’t be myself if I said no.” You laughed to yourself, Katsuki joining you in your little laugh fest as he escorted you down the hall.

The two of you exited the building to the sports area outside, next to a small building where you each got changed into your sports uniform, a huge oval of grass standing behind you two. The rest of your class followed behind not long after you two got there, some of the scrawny extras were already out of breath. ‘Pathetic.’ You thought to yourself.

‘How in the fuck are they gonna survive sport if they can’t even walk from the lunch to the sports field?’ You truly felt bad for them.

“Alrighty class! Now that you’re all here, I’d appreciate it if you all did a few laps around the oval.” The gym teacher instructed before blowing his whistle. “Don’t tell me what to do! I’ll do what I want!” Katsuki growled at the teacher.

“Yeah! We should all skip out, hey?” Katsuki’s goons were delighted at the thought of doing no work. You rolled your eyes at all of them and got a move on, you didn’t care about skipping out. You were happy to the the laps.

You were running at your own pace, which was noticeably faster and quicker than the other students trying to catch up to you. You smirked to yourself as you noticed this, suddenly looking back and gawking at what you saw!

Deku the loser was right behind you! You furrowed your brows and hurriedly moved along, you were now making a show as to not lose to that scrawny runt. Your legs moved faster than your brain did, rushing around the oval to avoid Deku catching up.

“You’re doing good for a girl!” One of Katsuki’s goons called out to you, making no effort in haltering you. “Don’t let that shitty nerd surpass you!” Katsuki was obviously as pissed as you were, and neither of you wanted Deku to beat you.

“Slow down! You’re gonna run out of breath, this isn’t a race god damn it!” The teacher shouted at you. You felt a tinge of embarrassment wash over you, that was true, you didn’t have to challenge Deku where there was no race..

You slowed down and came to a stop, putting your hands on you hips before approaching Katsuki. “Weak, why’d you stop?” Katsuki commented “I did better than you, look at you! You didn’t even try!” You defended yourself “whatever. Here’s a bottle or whatever.” Katsuki offered you a drink bottle.

You took the drink and sipped some water from it, watching as Deku stopped running and came walking over to the lot of you. Deku was covered with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead from the amount of sweat he was drenched in. You grimaced as you also noticed his shirt clinging to his now damp body.

“Hey Kacchan! Did you see me out there?” Deku asked cheerfully “Tch. I didn’t see shit. Get lost loser!” Katsuki waved him away, Deku didn’t move from this spot though and continued to talk everyone’s ear off.

Deku moved his arm suddenly which accidentally bumped into you and caused you to drench yourself in water, you gasped before quickly growing angry and growling at him. “Shitty loser! Look what you’ve done- you’ll pay for this!” You moved to attack him but was stopped by the teacher.

“Do I need to write you up again, Ms L/n?” The teacher asked you, he could really get on your nerves sometimes. It made you wanna just jump onto him and punch his brain out of his head, but you couldn’t, you had at least some sort of school record you wanted to uphold.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n!” Deku apologised profusely “I don’t care how fucking sorry you are! Fix this right now!” You shouted at the poor boy, Deku huddled up to himself and thought for a moment “C-Come with me! I have a spare shirt you can wear.” Izuku offered you.

You didn’t wanna agree to it but you also didn’t wanna be standing around with wet clothes, so you half assedly agreed and walked off with him. You two ignored the sounds of Katsuki’s goons making fun of you, saying you two were gonna kiss in there.

You entered the changing rooms with Deku, looking around curiously and seeing little to no changes than the girls locker rooms. The only change was that the whole room smelt like boy musk, and it was occasionally littered with clothes sprawled about the floors.

You stood beside Deku as he explored his locker for a spare shirt for you, your eyes wandering to look at his arms. He was a scrawny weak little loser with thin arms, it looked like he had never worked out a day in his life, he had no muscles whatsoever.

“You’re so pathetic looking Deku, you’ve got no arm strength whatsoever.” You commented “h-hah??” Deku was taken off guard, defensively covering his face with his arms. “I’m not hitting you idiot, I’m just saying the truth. You’re a sad little loser and you look like one too, maybe try putting some muscle on those bones.” You insulted him.

Your mouth was bitter with the words slipping off your tongue “H-Hey! I’m trying my best!” Deku frowned “Not doing well enough obviously. Maybe you should try not lying to yourself first!” You laughed to yourself at what you had said.

“Maybe you should- keep nasty things like that to yourself!” Deku’s voice grew shakey and you could tell that his eyes were starting to water too, you would’ve felt bad if you didn’t understand the meaning of your position. You had to be the big bad guy so that little dumb weaklings like Deku could be taught a lesson.

“Maybe you should work out, ever think about that?” You giggled “I-I do!” Deku exclaimed “Not well enough. Have you been eating properly to be able to bulk up?” You asked “e-eating properly..? Like what? I’ve just been eating the stuff my mom makes for me!” Deku explained.

“Are you fucking serious? You get your mom to cook for you? Why don’t you do it yourself, that’s pathetic.” You scoffed at him “I-I’m just always so busy so-“ you cut him off “stop trying to defend yourself. You know that you’re a loser.” You smiled coyly.

“Anywho! If you’re trying to stop being such a small fry maybe you should start eating more protein.” You commented “protein?” Deku was confused. Were you really helping him out? “Hey, I’ve got something with lots of protein you can eat.” You offered him.

“Really? What?” Deku tilted his head in confusion “If you want it you’re gonna have to kneel on the floor.” You smirked at the boy, knowing he’d do just about anything anyone asked him to anyways.

“Why do I have to do that?! That’s so embarrassing- what If someone caught me like that?” Deku whined “They wouldn’t. Theres a whole forty or whatever minutes left and no one’s stupid enough to skip in here.” You explained.

“Except for us..?” Deku pointed out. You sighed “except for us.”

Deku confusedly lowered the the locker room floors, looking up at you and waiting “why do I have to be down here for it?” Deku pouted. “Make it easier for you.” You stood closer to him, basically hovering directly over his face.

You watched Deku’s expression go from pure confusion to pure embarrassment as you lifted your skirt up your legs, Deku’s face grew red and he attempted to back away- back hitting the cold locker doors.

“W-What’re you doing??” Deku was all red and flustered “if you don’t want it just say so. I’m not forcing you to do anything. But if you want protein, pussy juice has a lot.” You explained to him “I- Ah-“ Deku was stammering all over the place.

Deku slowly started to nod his head, shutting his mouth to stop the many times he was stammering. “Good, now get over here and get to work you fucking loser.” You pulled your skirt up again and revealed your lace panties to the nerdy boy.

Deku moved in closer to you, shyly and gently kissing your thighs as you stood above him. “W-What’re you doing idiot?” You asked him with a slight confusion in your voice “I’ve never done this before..” he admitted.

“What’s hard to get? Mouth on pussy. Get to work.” You crossed your arms and watched the flustered boy struggle. He brought one of his thin arms up, his fingers moving your lace underwear to the side. The sight of your pretty pussy almost sending Deku into cardiac arrest.

Deku leaned in, feeling the heat coming from your core. Deku shyly kissed your clit, his tongue slipping past his lips to flick at it. Your left hand immediately flew down to tug on his hair, the other hand being used to bite down on to muffle any noises coming out of you.

Deku took this as a sign he wasn’t doing the worst, growing slightly more confident when he licked at your clit again, swirling his tongue around it. This action continued before his tongue slowly licked lower, Deku growing curious at what his tongue has found.

Deku used his hands to spread your pussy open a little, his tongue slipping into your tight hole. You couldn’t help letting out a soft groan, your hips rocking up against his face. Deku’s tongue slid in and out of you, one of his hands grasping onto your thigh while the other one was brought up to play with your clit.

The added pleasure made it hard for you not to make any sound and Deku knew this, he surely did, that fucking loser bastard was doing this to you on purpose.

Deku’s bright green eyes flickered up to look at you from the position he was in, innocent eyes staring into yours as he was licking at your hot wet cunt. You let out a muffled moan, your hand grasping harshly onto his hair as your hips bucked up against his mouth.

You came undone, legs shaking as your cum leaked out of your pussy into Deku’s mouth. Deku groaned to himself as he had the taste of your cum on his lips, his freckled face pulling away to finally get some air. “You.. taste.. so good..” Deku was breathless “Gross. Don’t say that.” You spat at him.

Deku stayed seated on the floor, you looked down at his pitiful state and then realised he had a huge tent in his trousers. It looked like his dick must be pretty huge, a slightly blush rushing to your cheeks.

“What are you waiting for? Get off the floor loser!” You berated him, Deku sighed before hopping up. His facial expression looked very different to the one you’re used to, he looked almost drunk. Like he was pussy drunk or something.

“I’m not done- let this pathetic loser fuck you please..” Deku whined “Gross. You’re probably a virgin, besides you’re just Deku- I’d never let someone like you fuck me.” You took his shirt and left the change rooms, slipping his shirt over your head as you left him alone in there.

Deku cursed under his breath to himself, he had never ever considered liking you and would even go as far as to say that he had hated you a little even - but with what happened.. He had fell head over heels with you, or at least your pussy.

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'let me make you feel good' (5.2k) shoto todoroki x female reader ft. izuku midoriya

warnings: cuckolding, izuku is the cuck, humiliation sorta for izuku, blowjob, light degrading with a lot of praise to balance it out, vaginal sex, creampie, overstim.

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist'

"Sure,"

"And I promise it won't be weird—" Izuku pauses. "Wait, really?"

Shouto shrugs a little, long careful fingers flicking through a stack of paperwork. "Sure, I don't see why not. As long as she's okay with it." Mismatched eyes finally look up from his desk to the large burly green-haired man who had stopped by.

Izuku is quick to nod, curls bouncing away from his forehead. "I mean, it was her idea for it to be you. I suggested Kacchan—" he watches Shouto raise an eyebrow at that suggestion, it wouldn't have ended well. "Yeah, I know, she gave me the same look."

Relaxing into the big office chair, his legs spreading slightly as he finally takes in the blush on Izuku's face. "I never would've put you as the guy who likes to watch other people fuck his girlfriend." The reaction from Izuku is almost immediate, the man somehow blushing more furiously than before at the casual tone, and volume, of the half-and-half hero.

"Todoroki-kun!" Izuku hisses, hastily shutting the door he had left open himself. "Don't say it so loud, I don't need some sidekick overhearing that." He turns back to see Shouto with a shit-eating smirk on his face, oh, he was enjoying humiliating Izuku it seems. Still ever the pot-stirrer when it came to things that probably shouldn't be meddled with.

Shouto shrugs. "Just text me with the details whenever you both want it to happen." Shouto may look calm and relaxed on the outside, shrugging off the idea of fucking another man's girlfriend in front of them but his heart is tattooing itself against the inside of his ribcage. Hammering away in a mixture of excitement and anxiety, he'd always loved being around you when he hung out with Midoriya but to know you picked him? He just hopes he's up to your standards.

It was just over three weeks later when Shouto received a text. He figured perhaps it would be done in a hotel room or even Shouto's own place to ensure he didn't 'invade' your personal space. But the butterflies returned with renewed vigour when he received a text from you, not Midoriya, asking if he wanted to come over on Saturday night if he didn't have patrol or any important work that needed to be done. He responded almost too quickly, informing you he wasn't busy.

He neglected the fact he would cancel attending the monthly dinner his father insisted the entire family attended.

So here he stood, a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks and shiny black shoes. He looked every bit the "rich boy" the media often painted him as, a man with killer looks but was often seen as 'too gentle', 'too much of a gentleman'. If only they know the real reason why he was standing with a lump in his throat before someone's front door, maybe from the outside it would just look like he was coming over for a dinner.

The door finally opened, and as expected it was Midoriya who answered the door. The usual friendly smile on his face, "Shouto, hey, come in!", Shouto tries to not notice the band of blush across Midoriya's face, and instead steps past the other pro into the warm home. His eyes immediately dart over the various items, it's a different feeling than Midoriya's own apartment. It's more homely, more welcoming, an old warmth in his chest blooms at the thought.

After toeing off his shoes, he follows Midoriya through the thin corridor before it opens up into the rest of the house. It's smaller than most but he figures that's the point, it's a humble place to live. "She's upstairs already, she figured it might be a bit weird if we both greeted you at the door." Midoriya scratches at the back of his head, clearly just as out of his depth as the Ice and Fire hero. Shouto just nods, allowing Midoriya to take the lead once again to take him up the stairs and into your bedroom.

The door opens, Midoriya stepping out of the way to stand next to the bed and Shouto is certain his heart stops for a second at the sight before him. He had never been in any situation before where he had seen you in anything less than clothing except maybe the one time he had seen you in a bikini but even then that didn't feel quite as sexual as this. The lump in his throat is back with vengeance, tightening as he continues to ogle at you openly.

His eyes start at your feet, skin nearly showing through the sheer material of the stockings you were wearing. It makes his toes curl against the thick-carpeted floor the longer his eyes glide up the glossy material until he meets the apex of your thighs, the pudge of your thighs just spilling out over the top of the tight material has him salivating. Nothing has quite looked as biteable as your thighs. He follows along the suspender belt holding up the stockings, eyes briefly grazing over the thin piece of material hiding away the very thing he would be buried inside of at some point tonight. But before he could eye the rest of what you were wearing, Midoriya speaks.

"Angel, why don't you stand up and show Shouto what a pretty girl you are, hm? Got all dressed up for him and everything." Shouto finally looks at your face, the bashful look on your face is adorable he thinks. You look just as shy as he feels but you do what you're told. Sliding off of the bed until you're stood not too far from the man himself, he has to tilt his head down to look at you properly and for some reason, the size difference has something stirring in his stomach.

He does his best to slow his heart, to stop the butterflies from bursting from his chest at the way you look at him through your eyelashes before you do a slow spin for him. He thinks he can hear Midoriya groan over the blood pounding in his ears when his eyes instantly dart down to the ample amount of skin on display when you give your back to him. He was right about the thin material of your panties, but this was much more than what he imagined. The thong was doing nothing to hide anything from behind, the string buried deep between your asscheeks and something in the back of his mind tells him he wants to definitely have you on your hands and knees at some point tonight.

When you finally turn around again, he has to clear his throat and look away. The heat on his face must be obvious because you laugh, not a condescending one but one that's more like bells chiming. "I hope you like it, Todoroki-kun." He tries not to think too much about the honorific, clearing his throat again.

"You can just call me Shouto, just sounds like Midoriya is the one trying to seduce me when you use that name." This time you do laugh, genuinely and his eyes snap back to your own, just for his hands to grow a little bit more sweaty and the racing in his heart to pick back up. You looked beautiful.

"Sorry, of course, Shouto." you smile, half turning back to look at your boyfriend who is smiling himself, before Midoriya switches his gaze away from you and onto Shouto.

Shouto shuffles a little on his feet, trying to give himself a little more breathing room in his pants before he speaks. "Uh, are there any rules? What's on the table and what's not?"

You step aside, letting Midoriya speak whilst you seem to busy yourself off to the side somewhere and it's taking the years of hero work for him to keep his eyes on Midoriya and not you, as you bend over to grab something off of the floor. "Uh, well, we did talk about it and there're not too many rules, I guess. She said it's a hard no on things like piss, scat, that sort of thing..." Midoriya has to look down at his feet, this conversation was clearly neither of them had ever seen happening in their lives.

"And for me, I may have taken some quirk cancelling cuffs from the agency—"

The two heroes glance over to the sound of giggling, Shouto's eyes shamelessly roaming over the front of your lingerie set. It's a beautiful red shade, and the colour choice is definitely not lost on him. "Sorry, you both just look adorable blushing over it like two school girls." Your eyes meet his own when his lips lift into a gentle smile, he can't help but be thankful you're at ease with the idea. He worried that maybe Midoriya had pushed this kink onto you but you seem just as relaxed and at home with both men just feet away from you whilst you were in nothing but underwear.

Finally, you come back over, stepping past Shouto and towards Midoriya who follows your own steps backwards until his knees are forced to bend when he hits the futon. Shouto can't help but watch the expression on Midoriyas face, he was so enraptured by you even as he offered up his wrists, allowing you to click on the metal and strip him of his quirk. "Love you," you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to Izuku's lips, smiling at the obvious heart eyes the green-haired man was giving back.

And then suddenly, all the attention was back on Shouto as you turned around to face him. The space between the both of you seems to dwindle in a matter of seconds, and he can now smell the sweet perfume you have on — it's making his head feel fuzzy and eyes lower until he's giving the exact same look back; the look of absolute desire. The warmth of your hand on his chest has him jolting, body strung high and muscles were drawn tight as he watches the way your fingers delicately dance over his shirt until you reach the buttons on his shirt.

"We know all about my rules but what about yours, Shouto? What do you want from this?" your voice sounds like honey, his brain struggling to wade through it when all of his attention is locked onto the way your hands are now moving to undo his buttons, the brief brush of your bare skin on his has his body flaring in heat and toes curling again.

He somehow manages to gain power over his tongue again, eyes however still unable to break away from your now roaming hands as they brushed over his pectoral muscles. "I'm not sure," he admits and his heart flutters when your eyes met his, a little wide and almost shocked? "I mean, I don't know if I have any rules. I'm just here for you, and making you feel good." His admission even has him stumped, was that the truth? Was he really just here for you?

Yes. His mind supplies, he is most definitely here for you.

You swallow thickly, the subtle squeezing of your thighs not going unmissed by the man who was watching you like a hawk. Shouto figures that you're probably more used to Midoriya taking control in the bedroom, so his hands raise finally from the place they were frozen at. Both hands cupping either side of your head delicately, tilting you up to look at him and he can't stop himself from leaning in, a gentle "You look beautiful," passing by his lips before they're pressing into your own.

He feels your fingers curl against the undone material of his shirt, pulling on it gently to press the entirety of your upper body against his abdomen and chest, the warmth of the skin-on-skin contact having him suck in a harsh breath through his nose. Faintly he can hear Midoriya groan, a thump of what must be his head hitting the wall whilst Shouto opens your mouth carefully with his own, letting his tongue test the waters by brushing against your own. You're so receptive to his advances, letting him take control of the situation entirely and just becoming complete putty in the palm of his hands when his tongue drags along the roof of your mouth, flicking against the back of your teeth before he's diving back in for more.

Something clicks in Shouto's mind, something deep and primal telling him to consume you whole. That he can't rest until he has you shaking and sobbing beneath him whilst he bullies his way through your walls. The thought has his cock twitching between the tight constraints of his slacks, so he takes action. He keeps the hold on your head, lips still attached to your own as he carefully manoeuvres you around until you're forced to pull away from the kiss before falling onto your back on the bed.

It's sinful, the way you're looking up at him, propped up on your elbows and chest heaving in shaky breaths. He feels powerful, too powerful, as he stands over you. Your eyes don't leave him as he starts to peel off the shirt, tossing it onto the floor to be forgotten about for now before his hands are on the black leather belt at his waist, deft fingers undoing and ripping it free from his trousers with a quick snap that has you jumping in place. Just as his hands move to undo the button, he watches you hastily sit up and place your hands against his thighs. A raised eyebrow asks you a silent question.

"Let me," your hands smooth over the expanse of his thighs, feeling the muscle tense the further you slide up. "Please? Wanna make you feel good first." How could he say no with the way you're looking up at him and steadily pushing him back enough to make room between him and the bed so you can kneel in front of him. His eyes flutter at the release of pressure when you undo the button and the fly of his slacks. The tip of your nose drags along the bulge in his boxers, nuzzling into it as your hands continue to stroke up and up along his deep-set v-line, fingers dancing over his abdominal muscles and down through the mixture of red and white hair.

The groan comes from somewhere deep in his chest when your soft warm hand reaches back down to his boxers, easily pulling him free and the air feels cold against the sticky tip of his cock making him twitch as you stare at him with no shame. The warmth of your breath has his hands moving up into your hair, brushing it away from your face just in time for you to flick your eyes up at him. He would've believed it were just the two of you if it weren't for the shift of something off to the side and just as Shouto glances to the side, it's like he's been punched in the gut.

The warmth of your mouth around the tip of his cock has him flinching, fingers digging into the scalp of your head and when he looks back down at you, you have the audacity to smile up at him as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Your tongue swirled around the leaky tip, lapping up every drop of pre that he couldn't seem to stop drooling before you took ahold of him at the base, holding him in place as you slowly tortured him with your tongue. The pressure of the tip of your tongue dragging along the prominent vein had his head spinning and he expected you to retrace the path you drew with your tongue, so when you slipped down enough to draw his balls into his mouth he moaned, pretty lips parting to let the noises free unabashedly.

Finally, you returned back to the tip of his cock, angling yourself just so that you could spit against the tip, gentle fingers stroking him up and down to spread it fully all the whilst you were staring up at him, eyes blown wide and he imagines he's mirroring the exact expression on your face. He watched as you leaned closer, not once breaking the eye contact as your lips parted to let his cock slip deeper into your mouth, tongue wiggling to accommodate his length.

"Oh, fuck," Midoriya moans off to the side, and Shouto does glance over this time without the fear of being caught off-guard. Izuku seems to be in no better shape than himself, his hands desperately trying to grab at himself through his loose basketball shorts despite being restrained by the cuffs. "Hah, she's too good with her mouth."

Shouto can't dispute that, the way your tongue is welcoming him further and further into your throat has his quirk threatening to misfire, his toes curling desperately into the carpet every time you gag and pull back. He sweeps his hands through your hair again, gathering it the best he can to hold it out of your way at the back of your head and he angles his body back so Izuku had a good view of what his girlfriend was doing to him, how her throat constricted and how her cheeks were streaked with tears every time she tried to take the entirety of his cock down her throat.

But he wasn't here just to be sucked off, the reminder of the hot coil tightening in his stomach being enough for him to pull on your hair to get you to release him from your mouth. The string of saliva is lewd, downright dirty as it snaps and sticks to your chin, dripping down onto the top of your breasts. His hand automatically comes down to the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he can to stave off the need to cum on your face right there and then.

"On the bed, beautiful." he smiles at you, and you're quick to stand up and wipe off the excess saliva from your face before you're clambering onto the bed. He watches you kneel there for a second, unsure of what position he wants you in until he speaks again. "Hands and knees, let me see that pretty ass of yours." He loves how obedient you are, immediately moving to get on your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to present everything to him in a beautiful lace package.

He edges closer to the edge of the bed, his hands unable to stop themselves from reaching out to slide along the exposed skin of your hips and down to your ass. For once he was thankful for having big hands, stretching his fingers as much as he could to grab handfuls of your ass to watch the fat pool between his fingers before releasing it to watch it jiggle back into place. His hands slip back down over the curve of your ass, thumbs tucking against the top of your thighs to spread you open for his greedy eyes despite the material of your panties still being there.

If you could even call them panties that is, he watched the way your pussy swallowed the material until it was rubbing just right against you when you swayed your hips in his grip. "So wet already," his voice is low, dripping with needy lust when he focuses on the glisten of your lower lips. He can't help but lean in, mouthing at the exposed skin as well as the black lace that had been pushed deeper against you. You moan, finally, loud at the pressure of his nose pressing against your clenching hole whilst his tongue lapped against your sticky arousal. It was filthy, the way he was lapping at you like a man who hadn't had a sip of water in weeks but you tasted so good. So sweet. He wanted to drink at the oasis between your legs for eternity.

God, he wants you so fucking bad and every second where he isn't buried inside of you is agonising. How did he not know Midoriya was into this earlier? How many times had he missed out on being buried inside of you for the sake of his best friend's dirty perversion? He can't help but feel the need to make up for "lost time". So he pulls back, much to your whine at the loss of pressure and warmth against your clothed pussy but that's quickly forgotten about when his fingers unclip the clasps of your suspended belt before tugging down your thong. He helps you out of it until the sodden lace is forgotten about with his shirt on the floor.

The bed dips when he kneels behind you, and it must be an instinct for you to drop to your elbows and raise your hips up for him, the arch in your back well trained. It has his cock twitching against his stomach, abs tensing when he nears close enough that he can feel the warmth between your legs against the length of his dick. His hands spread against your ass again, spreading you open for his eyes whilst he rolls his hips back and forth. The sticky squelching sound is obscene when his cock rubs up and down your slit, and he isn't even inside of you yet. Did it turn you on just as much to be fucked by another man?

He looks up from the space between your legs just to catch your eyes looking at him over your shoulder, your hair was a mess and the look you were giving him was pleading. Your hips bucked impatiently backwards when he caught your clit again against the tip of his cock before he's angling himself with the help of his hand, the head catching against your entrance. This time he watches the way your mouth opens, the sweetest of moans dripping from plump lips as he inches deeper and deeper.

"Oh, fuck, shit." Shouto groans, eyebrows furrowing whilst he watches every last inch disappear deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips were flush with your ass. He can feel everything with how tight you're wrapped around him, the way you squeeze and flutter when his cock twitches with the need to cum. "Stop squeezing so much princess, 'm not gonna last..." he sounds breathless, mostly because he is. It feels like he's run a mile, all his muscles drawn tight and a trigger away from failing to satisfy you.

"Sho..." you give him a minute to recuperate, to let him get used to the tight wet heat wrapped around him until you impatiently wiggle your hips enough to elicit a low groan from the man. "Fuck me, please, Shouto."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, stomach flipping at the way you squeeze at him again when his hips bump back against your ass. His hands find their way to your hips, flexing his fingers until he has a firm grip against you and you seem to know what's coming as you lower yourself down until the side of your face is pressed into the bed sheets.

And then he isn't holding back, the rhythmic pat, pat, pat of his thighs hitting your own is loud. The low moans coming from his left is enough to know that he's definitely fulfilling his best friends request but also your own with the way you're babbling nonsense, talking about how his cock is so big, "Feel so full, 's too much," and he briefly wonders if you're just talking him up in front of your boyfriend. Was that a part of the kink? To degrade your partner because you had to get another man to please you? He blinks a little at the realisation, earning himself a peek over to see how Midoriya was holding up in the whole situation.

And it's no surprise to see he had somehow managed to wrangle himself out of his shorts, big hands struggling to stroke himself properly with the restraints on his wrists but he doesn't seem deterred in the way he's stroking himself, moaning when you speak dirty about how good Shouto feels. The tiny devil on Shouto's shoulder tells him to engage in this, to see just how far he could push Midoriya whilst balls deep inside of the other man's girlfriend.

With a new goal in mind, Shouto leans his body over your own and hooks a large hand around your throat to pull you up into an awkward arch. You're looking up at him through your eyelashes, lips parted in a silent moan at the new angle he's forcing you to take his cock in. "Is it really too much for you? Your boyfriend not big enough to satisfy a pretty slut like you?" he watches the way your pupils expand, swallowing the beautiful shade of your iris whole. Seems he hit the nail on the head too with Midoriya who grunts, a loud thump of what must be his head on the wall but Shouto can't take his eyes away from you.

"Why don't you show your boyfriend what a good little slut you are, and ride me?" It's a rhetorical question you realise as he pulls out, the cool air of the room sticking to the sticky slick coating his cock whilst he moves around you to lay on the bed, angling himself so Midoriya would have the perfect view of just what he wants. You move to straddle him before he holds up a hand and uses his index finger to indicate for you to face the opposite way—to face your boyfriend.

His hands find their place back on your hips when you settle over him, hand wrapping around the length of his cock before you're guiding him back deep inside of him with a pretty moan. He does wish he could see your face, to see just how good he's making you feel on your cock but this angle, the way you're leaning back to press your hands against his chest, has him seeing stars. And clearly, it must be doing the same for you, it feels like he's drowning in just how wet you are when you lower yourself down and raise back up to reveal a creamy ring at the base of his cock.

"You look so sexy, angel," Midoriya comments from somewhere Shouto can't see, but he can hear the way his hand speeds up at the new view Shouto has given him. "Takin' him so well, look at you."

His words seem to inject more adrenaline into your veins as you start to bounce up and down a little faster, but he can feel the way you're starting to falter, the way your feet keep slipping against the sheets so Shouto lets his hero stamina take over, gripping your waist hard before he's bucking his hips up hard enough to plant his feet hard on the bed. Then he's fucking up into you, pounding at a pace that has you nearly screaming, head lolling back as he continues to bully the tip of his cock against the one spot that has you twitching, thighs tensing and jumping each time he hits it.

And he knows it too, Shouto knows you're close, so he doesn't stop. Keeps the brutal pace that has even his thighs burning, and his balls drawing up tight as he throws both you and himself over the edge of the orgasm that he had been holding back from the very second you pulled him into your mouth. The way your walls milk him has his head dropping back, bi-coloured hair falling away from his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling trying to suck in a breath deep enough to steady himself. But he can't, not with the way you remain sat atop of him even when his legs relax back down onto the bed.

Especially not when you lean forward, hands planting against his thighs and you fucking grind against him. The whine in Shouto's throat is unsuspecting, catching himself off guard but you don't seem deterred, if anything you're moving with a little more vigour in your hips as you raise up, just enough for him to watch the way his cum spills out from your still clenching pussy and dripping down the length of his cock before you drop down again.

"Fuck, wait," his hands try to push against your hips to get you to stop, to just let his sensitive dick relax but you're not listening, rolling your hips back and forth perfectly and he can feel his cock twitch again, another hot stream of cum painting your walls. His toes curl painfully, every muscle in his body unable to relax as you continue to milk him for all he's worth, to have every drop of his seed buried deep inside of you. Shouto knows he could easily push you off, but he can't find that strength to stop you—in truth, it feels too fucking good.

"'m gonna cum," he hears you moan, but he can't see past the stars behind his eyes, can't really hear much over the sound of the blood in his veins running a hundred miles per hour. This time your orgasm is much faster, squeezing and clamping down on his cock which has the man jolting, fucking himself deeper into you despite the ache in his balls and the prickly pain of overstimulation that is making him feel lightheaded. He lets you ride out your orgasm until finally, finally, you roll off of him and onto the bed next to him.

For the first time in what must be ten minutes, he can finally breathe, taking in greedy breaths and letting his head fall to the side to watch you. You're in no better shape, sweaty and taking in uneven breaths. So he reaches over, cupping a hand on the back of your neck and he watches the relief hit you almost instantly, the coolness eliciting a gentle shudder down your spine. He's about to speak before he hears someone clear their throat, and he lifts his head enough to look over the mess of his own body to see Midoriya is in a bad state.

The man had came all over himself, reaching as far as his collarbone and his face was glistening with sweat. He was beet red, eyes unfocused as he continued to stare at the two of you on the bed. "Fuck, I," he clears his throat again with a gentle laugh. "We have to do that again sometime, can't tell you how fucking hot that was."

And Shouto looks over to you, to see your response but you're already looking at him with a gentle smile, a tired look in your eyes. "Only if you want to," you say, and you cringe a little at the way your voice is hoarse.

"Of course," he relaxes into the bed again. "Maybe next time Midoriya can join me."

➼ 'kinktober 2022 masterlist' disclaimer: i would totally fuck katsuki if izuku asked me to lol, dont need to tell me twice

#shoto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku smut #shoto todoroki smut #todoroki smut #midoriya smut #bnha smut #shoto todoroki oneshot #midoriya oneshot #bnha oneshots #mha smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #vampyrsm kinktober 2022

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fairytsuk1 · 1 year

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meet cute GONE SEXUAL?!: THE SERIES

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hello, this is my series of one-shots ft. the boku no hero academia men in various meet-cute situations and letting it delve into something more — good stuff. (all characters are aged up)

disclaimer— these are works about adults and thus only for adults. if you are a minor then please do not interact with these works, as they are full of kinks, nsfw scenarios, and other inappropriate material.

— ordered by oldest to newest

izuku midoriya (modern!au)

"getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids"

tomura shigaraki (college!au)

"getting paired up at a dance class"

shoto todoroki (modern!au)

"moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window"

dabi todoroki (college!au)

"getting summoned to the principal’s office for different things and both waiting for their verdict"

katsuki bakugou (modern!au)

"meeting at a holiday resort, both with friends or family tagging along"

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meltedheartz · 2 months

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been stuck thinkin’ about izu again (^o^)

tw: age gap (reader in his 20s, izu in his mid 30s), ftm!reader, black reader in mind, just a drabble tbh T_T.

when you first met izuku, it was at a coffee shop.

nothing more than luck, you’d suppose, when you spilled your coffee on the sidewalk and he had offered a replacement—free of charge.

after that, you start noticing that the number one hero is frequenting your favorite café, so you take a risk and start talking to him.

you fully thought he’d brush you off—you’re nothing more than another face in the crowd, after all.

but he didn’t.

he smiled at you, told you to just call him midoriya for now, exchanged numbers with you as you talked it up in that specific café.

it takes a little bit of digging, but izuku finds all of your socials.

you’re cute. you haven’t posted anything on a few of your pages for awhile, but he discovers you’re in college n struggling to keep a date.

so he gives you a proposal. a deal, if you will.

izuku tells you that you don’t need to accept, he doesn’t wanna push boundaries, but you wanna hear it out.

when he offers to help you pay for expenses in turn for you looking pretty for him, letting him doll you up and treat you nicely, you tell him you’ll think about it.

it’s embarrassing enough that you were actually considering it—even more embarrassing when you accept it.

how could you not? you were practically struggling on the reef like a fish, living alone in a studio apartment n tryna make it through college.

it was almost laughable.

‘course, in the following weeks, the pro hero says to call him izuku. takes you out to the mall to buy you some nice outfits and smiles at how nervous you are.

he can’t say he didn’t expect it. of course he did, when you two first bumped into each other, you stared like a deer caught in headlights.

izuku can’t say he minded it, though.

it takes months of him eating lunch n dinner with you, dressing you up all nice, treating you as you deserved to be treated, did you entirely get comfortable with him.

it’s around ten pm when you go to izuku’s place, izzy—that’s what you’d been calling him since the third month.

all sweet n soft coming from you. nothing short of gentle and caring, it made izuku melt whenever you called him that.

when you both get to the bedroom you get all shy, toying with the sleeves of the shirt izuku had bought you a few days ago.

your eyes are on the ground n when he asks you what’s wrong, he sees tears well up as you mutter.

“i’m trans.” it comes out small and a little upset, voice on the verge of cracking when you say it.

izuku only tilts his head. “...is that it, honey? i knew that, ‘m not mad.”

the words make you feel embarrassed as the tears threaten to spill from your eyes and izuku has to gently tell you that it’s fine—he can wait until you’re ready to take this a step further.

it takes another couple of weeks until you finally give him the okay.

n when it happens, he’s all soft with you. asking if you were alright, he doesn’t wanna go too fast, and you have to reassure him that you’re fine—jus nervous.

he spends about an hour prepping you, too :(

fingers you and licks at your cute little nub, tells you that you’re bein’ so good, sitting there n looking pretty for him just like he wants.

when izu’s fingers hit that specific spot—the gummy, soft one that makes you squeal and has slick running down his hand—he smiles.

and ugh, he’s so damn nice. gives you soft kisses and tells you that you did good for him, if you’re tired he can stop, he just likes seeing you happy n satisfied :(((

quickly, you shake your head with tears welling up and tell him that you’re fine, you wanna keep going.

and izu, being the whipped dummy that he is, gives you a kiss on the cheek and undoes the nice pair of dress pants he bought for date night cuz it was his day off n he wanted to do somethin’ nice for you.

his dick is nice n fat, a few veins on it with a slight curve.

the tip already has a few beads of pre-cum leakin’ from it and you can feel your poor little hole clench around nothing just at the sight of it.

n when he finally slips just the tip in—he whines. the number one hero fuckin’ whines just from putting the tip in your cunny n it already feels like so much but not enough.

after that, the months pass n now there’s news articles about the cute civilian that pro hero deku always gives kisses to at this certain coffee shop near his agency.

A/N : hihii! just wanted to get this outta my brain, reblogs r appreciated soso much n it’d be cool to have a mutual or two :p

#he makes me physically ill #i yearn for him #heartz.png files #heartz.png #izuku midoriya smut #izuku smut #midoriya izuku smut #midoriya smut #deku smut #bnha #mha #bnha smut #mha smut #izuku midoriya x you #izuku x male reader #midoriya x male reader #midoriya x you #midoriya izuku x reader

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cupofmiko · 1 year

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LOVELY TO BE HERE (WITH YOU) - midoriya izuku x f!reader

with midoriya izuku, some things have always been easy. other things, however, have not.

genre: a strangers to lovers to exes to lovers au, pro hero au | angst, fluff

warnings: aged up characters (you and Izuku go through your 20s during this fic), a right person wrong time fic, hurt/comfort, happy ending, Izuku is taller than you, insecurity, talks of a boss/employee relationship (nothing happens during that time), making out, some smut (fem!recieving oral, mating press, slight dom!Izuku?? some dumbification… not actually sure I’m just putting it in the warning just in case, use of “pretty girl” and “good girl”), mentions of an outside natural disaster, arguments, you and Izuku gets a little Mean during the argument, Bakugou and Kirishima are your Helpful Friends and Good Bosses, some recreational alcohol consumption at a party

word count: 22k

a/n: vaguely inspired by that tiktok trend with the “ceilings” by lizzy mcalpine audio… if you know you know. this is so behind the trend lol it ended up so much longer than i thought it would be so a lot of this hasn’t been thoroughly read through i am sorry lol

You are twenty-two years old when you get the email - an offer letter that confirms your acceptance for an entry level office assistant position at Deku’s agency. And for someone like you who is in the final year of university and has been looking for a job to get a head start on your career, this is a very exciting opportunity.

Not only is it a foot in the door for the hero industry, a very popular and competitive industry for any young college student, but it is with Deku. The hero from UA, the one who has been destined for the top since he was a teenager.

According to the hiring manager, Deku is officially returning back to Japan after spending his first few years post-UA abroad in different countries. Different contract work with hero agencies worldwide. But now, with several years of experience under his belt, Deku has decided to return back home and start up his own agency.

It’s intended to start as a small agency, the hiring manager had explained to you, a small but multi-talented team who can take on different responsibilities. And you, young and enthusiastic, played up your retail experience and the tutoring jobs you took on during those earlier college years.

Clearly, you talked yourself up well because now you stand in front of Deku’s agency - a moderately sized building whose simplicity is reflected in the warm earth tones inside. Something in your gut tells you that this is the first page of a brand new chapter.

The beginning of your first day is slow and typical of any first day experience. You remeet the hiring manager who introduces you to your boss and your responsibilities, which will mainly involve managing the front desk and answering the phone and making appointments for Deku. It is a little overwhelming, but you mask that incoming anxiety with a determination to do well.

Your afternoon is spent filling out information for email accounts, taxes, and pay. The phone rings a few times, and your boss lets you know what to do based on the different phone calls. For a top hero agency, it’s surprisingly normal.

So normal, that you almost forget who you’re working for until he walks through the front door of the agency.

You look up and immediately feel your breath catch in your throat because holy fuck, it’s Deku walking towards you. It’s very strange to see the boy you’ve only watched through a laptop screen stand opposite of you. He’s much taller than you thought. His suit is more detailed, his hair more fluffy, his muscles more defined in person. It’s strange, seeing someone the same age as you hold so much power and confidence in a single stance. But his gaze is open, kind, and curious when he looks at you.

“Hi there!” he greets cheerfully, approaching your desk. “You must be the new office assistant! I heard you were starting today - welcome!! It’s nice to meet you!! Are you adjusting well?”

You blink, feeling like your brain is lagging behind to process the fact that pro hero Deku is even talking to you. Then, you realize that he has asked you a question. You close your mouth (one that you hadn’t even realized you opened) and try to string together a sentence. “O-oh, thank you! And I’m doing well… thank you, Deku.” You test out the hero name. It sounds so strange saying it out loud.

Deku laughs, a shy almost unexpected sound that makes something flutter in your chest. “I’m glad to hear that! And call me Midoriya. I’m glad to have you on the team!” His eyes flicker down, taking in the new lanyard you’ve received - it was part of your welcome package that is meant to hold your employee ID. “I can see you’ve already decorated your lanyard! I like your pin.”

Now you’re surprised for a multitude of reasons. Not only did he speak words to you, he’s actually continuing that conversation by noticing something you never expected a boss to notice. And he’s being sweet, warm, and welcoming.

You look down at your lanyard, bewildered as if you’ve never been a lanyard before, and see the pin you’ve haphazardly attached to the fabric. Glimmering on the metal is a character from your favorite movie - Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. “Oh, t-thank you!” you manage, feeling warm, partly with embarrassment of having to explain a private interest, and partly because Deku actually looks genuinely curious in what you’re talking about. “He’s from this movie I really like. Howl’s Moving Castle?”

Deku ponders for a second. “Oh! Studio Ghibli right? I’ve never seen that one, but my friends introduced me to Spirited Away and I really enjoyed that one!”

“That’s a good one too,” you reply, losing enough nerves to actually feel your lips curve up into a small smile. Deku traces the movement quickly with his eyes. “That one and Howl’s Moving Castle are probably some of my favorites.”

He nods approvingly. “I’ll have to ask my friend to show that one to me someday.” He gets distracted momentarily by his phone, picking it up and frowning. “Ah, sorry, I have a meeting to get to,” he explains, putting the phone back down. “But it was really nice meeting you.”

Your smile grows a little, your head bowing a little to see him off. “It was nice meeting you too. Midoriya.”

He mirrors your smile, likely proud that you’re calling him Midoriya, before he walks towards the main office floor.

The phone rings before your gaze can linger for too long.

A full month goes by before you accept it. You have a crush on pro hero Deku.

To be fair, it’s hard not to have a crush on Midoriya. He’s just so open and sweet, thoughtful and considerate - a little shy, but reassuring enough to make you feel safe with just one smile.

Honestly? It’s a little infuriating. After all, Midoriya is… well, he’s pro hero Deku!! He’ll help old grandmothers cross the street and save a truck from falling off a bridge and then tackle a villain the size of a building all within the same day. He carries so much greatness, so much power, yet so many expectations on just one pair of shoulders. You see it on the news, in the meetings you have to schedule for him. Everyone wants a piece of him.

It’s harder now since he’s just starting up as a pro hero in Japan. There are things he must do, cases he must solve, and people he needs to save in order to climb that ladder and establish himself.

But still, despite himself, he stops by your desk every day. Either at the beginning of your shift or towards the end. He’s always had a busy day - you can tell as much because you help manage some of his appointments. Yet he never shows his exhaustion. He comes by, same bright smile, always asking about your day and chipping away at your apprehension.

It gets to the point where you’re comfortable enough finally sharing some interests with Deku rather than brush it off every time he tries to ask. You talk about the movies you like, the music you listen to, the dinner you cooked last night. Deku (Midoriya, you remind yourself time and time again) is always attentive.

So, again, how could you not have a crush on Midoriya?

And, to be fair, he doesn’t do much to quell that crush or fan the growing flames of affection you have for him. When he finds out that you really like that boba place thirty minutes away from the office, he starts bringing you a cup once a week. You try not to overthink the fact that he knows your exact boba order- down to the percentage of sugar you prefer. Or when he finds out you really like that Thai restaurant around the corner and starts bringing you your favorite when he knows you forgot to pack a lunch.

It’s sweet. Midoriya is sweet, dangerously so. Considering you often only see him drop off food and drinks for you, it makes you wonder if… perhaps, he feels the same way.

But a small, reasonable voice in your mind reminds you of a very important consideration: Deku was your boss. More than that, he was your boss’ boss. The big boss, if you will. There’s no way he could feel the same way, just from a moral standpoint. And even if you weren’t overthinking anything - a boss dating his employee? The scandals just write themselves.

It’s another two months before you learn to leave your feelings on the backburner and write it off as nothing more than a puppy dog crush. Lots of people probably have a crush on Midoriya, you think bitterly, it doesn’t make you special and it definitely doesn’t warrant a crush back.

Besides, you continue to think, Midoriya could have anyone he wanted in the country. In the world. There’s no way he’d settle with a measly secretary. He’s just doing these things because he’s a genuinely nice person - and it’s just convenient for him to make sure you’re eating proper meals and drinking proper (as proper as boba can be you suppose) drinks.

It is officially four months that you’ve been working for Deku’s agency when you stay late for the first time. You’ve started taking on more responsibilities that take the form of helping organize paperwork and writing up data analytical reports for Deku and his small group of sidekicks.

On the one hand, more work is great because it means your boss trusts you enough to handle important tasks. But on the other hand, it is stressful. Your perfectionist tendencies are not lost on you as you spend some extra time ensuring that a report is thoroughly. That means that by the time you are done, it is considerably later than your normal departure time.

Your boss and other colleagues must have left during your autopilot drive to get everything done because the office is mostly empty by the time your brain catches up to the outside world. The exceptions are the janitor taking out the trash and the night shift sidekicks who are either getting ready for a nighttime patrol or are currently sitting at their desks. They say their goodbyes as you pack up to leave for the night, coat on and everything, before you head towards the building entrance.

Only to find that it is pouring rain outside.

You stop short, taking in the rain pittering and pattering onto the sidewalk and the roar of rainfall filling your ears. Normally, you don’t mind rain. But the fall is too heavy to walk through unscathed - a fate that looks inevitable for you considering you forgot your umbrella.

You’re in the middle of wringing your hands together, debating whether or not you should just go for it, before you feel the agency doors open behind you. Then, a familiar voice calling your name.

It’s Midoriya, looking bewildered at the sight of you. “What are you still doing here?”

You blink back, equally as surprised. Last you had checked, Midoriya should have been long gone by now. “What are you doing here?” you quip back.

“Well, I, uh, had to approve some of the reports my sidekicks wrote up before sending them to the police,” he explains, scratching at his hair. “But late nights are normal for me. I’ve never seen you work late before.”

His inquisitive look leaves you warm with embarrassment. “I-I just wanted to make sure those data analytical reports were perfect before sending them for approval.”

Midoriya ponders you for a moment, but he ends up smiling. “I appreciate you working so hard. I hope you’re planning to go home. Or at least planning to eat something.”

You smile back sheepishly. “Guilty. I’m gonna go home- I have groceries that need to be cooked.”

“Can I walk you to the station?” he offers, flashing his All Might umbrella towards you.

You laugh. “Cute umbrella. And sure, that would be nice Midoriya.”

He watches you for a moment. “Do you have an umbrella?”

“Oh!” you laugh again nervously. “No, I forgot mine at home. But it’s okay.”

Midoriya looks momentarily troubled at your predicament, but he smiles easily enough. “It’s okay! Here. We’ll share mine.” He opens up the umbrella and holds it over both of you.

You still and immediately turn warm at the thought of sharing an umbrella with Midoriya. It seems too intimate of a situation to be in, all things considered. “O-Oh, don’t worry about me.”

“How could I not?” he retorts, surprising you by wrapping an arm around your shoulder to bring you close. Though hesitate, your arms encircle his midriff. For the umbrella, you tell yourself, as you gaze up at Midoriya. He’s staring back down at you, gaze unreadable.

A moment of doubt fills you. Was this too much? Self-conscious, you loosen your grip around him. But Midoriya tightens his hold, making you stop.

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft.

You manage to nod your head. Totally okay, more than okay. “Peachy,” you say, allowing him to lead you down the sidewalk towards the station. All the while, you do your best to ignore how romantic the gesture looks to people on the outside.

You reach the station within a ten minute walk, all while bunched up together like any other normal couple. Midoriya insists on making sure you’re underneath a solid roof before removing the umbrella. Untangling yourself from Midoriya feels like the real world has resettled itself on your shoulders.

So you take a breath, readjusting your backpack. “Thank you for walking me, boss.”

He grins sheepishly. “No worries. I just have to make sure my employee gets home safe.”

He’s trying to play along, but it feels a little like this cold wave of reality has just washed over you. You just try to manage with your best smile. “And some people have the nerve to say you’d be a terrifying boss.”

Midoriya laughs. “You’re right. They should be saying I’m downright jolly.”

That makes you laugh. “What are you, Santa Claus??”

Another short round of laughter, before you pull yourself together enough to stop and look at him. He’s looking back at you, that crinkle of laughter in his eyes - which doesn’t mean anything. It means nothing at all.

You look away first, fidgeting with the straps of your backpack. “I should go. Thanks again Midoriya.”

You still don’t look at him as he replies. “You’re welcome,” he says.

Without another word, you walk away.

Your ten month anniversary at Deku’s agency is around Christmas time, where the nearby shopping districts get taken over by holiday lights and festive trees of red and green. The weather gets colder, the days get shorter, and the work gets harder. Especially when most of your assignments consist of summarizing the events of the year. There are a lot of days where you are just trying to gather information.

It’s busy enough that you almost forget about the agency holiday party, scheduled just two days before Christmas. You only remember because your marketing specialist friend (Karly) volunteers you to help with decorations.

For The Most Wonderful Time of Year, it is rather stressful to make orders for the tree, the wreaths, the lights, and the Santa’s that are scattered throughout the office.

The day comes fast. Two days before Christmas, Deku’s agency is filled with laughter and chatter. Per the rules of the night, everyone is dawning their ugliest Christmas sweater and are currently partaking in the borderline alarming amount of alcohol that was brought. After all, the white elephant gifts have been exchanged, the toasts have been made - all that’s left to do is drink.

You’re no exception, as you have now found your way outside onto the balcony with a cocktail in your hand and a warmth in your cheeks. Being outside is nice considering how hot your body feels right now. You close your eyes as a nice breeze brushes against you.

That is how Midoriya finds you. “There you are!” he exclaims, closing the sliding door behind him as he steps forward to join you. “Been looking for you.”

You turn around to face him, eyes wide. He was… looking for you? “What for? Did you need something?”

He stops next to you. “No, no, nothing serious. I just wanted to say you did a good job with the party.” He grins, cheeks also a little rosy from drinking. “Everyone seems to be having a good time!”

You smile. “I’m glad. I would never have thought planning a party would be so stressful. But a part of me is glad I got to be in charge of it.” You glance at him, feeling unusually bold. It must be the alcohol. “Otherwise I would never get to see the great Deku in his Christmas sweater.”

True to your words, Midoriya is dawning an All Might Christmas sweater - the brightest shades of blue, yellow, and red that you’ve ever seen. It’s cute. Horrifyingly so.

Midoriya does a little pose that makes you laugh. “I mean, you could have seen this anytime. You just needed to ask.”

The remark makes you still because was he implying he wanted to discuss his interests with you?

The internal struggle leaves you a little winded, unsure how to respond to such a statement. “Is… is that so?” you reply softly. “B-But,” you stammer awkwardly. “I’m sure there are other people you could discuss your All Might collection with?”

Midoriya hums softly, resuming his position next to you against the balcony. “Like who?”

You shrug, trying to play it off casually. “I don’t know. Your girlfriend?”

He laughs gently at that. “Who is this girlfriend you speak of? She doesn’t exist here.”

Despite his behavior, it is a little surprising hearing that Deku doesn’t have a girlfriend. Especially considering that he looks the way he does and has literally been called Japan’s Sweetheart on numerous occasions.

You don’t feel too nervous at being called out like this. It definitely has to be because of the alcohol. “W-Well, I just figured. Someone who looks the way you do should have no problem finding someone.”

“Your confidence in me might be misplaced,” Midoriya returns. He turns to you. “Would you believe me if I told you that I have relationship problems too?”

“You? Having problems with women?” you joke. “Enlighten me then.”

He takes in a small breath. “Well,” he starts shyly. “Hypothetically, there’s someone that I’m interested in. Someone who I would think is smart, funny… and pretty.” There’s a weight in his words that settles heavily on your heart. “But… the problem, scientifically speaking, is that us being together would be inappropriate. I would never want this person to think I’m taking advantage of my position to manipulate them. And even if we were able to go out, I don’t want this person to be viewed negatively. I don’t want people to think she has been doing well or that she even got a job because of my personal feelings. After all…” he gaze drops to your lips for a moment. Your stomach clenches a little. “This person is a really hard worker. And I would never want to take that away from them.”

You wet your lips. “That does sound like a predicament, Mr. Deku.”

He smiles, albeit a little sadly. “I suppose…” he starts. “That if this situation was real, it could definitely be seen like that.”

You nod. “Right. Hypotheticals.” You take in a breath. “I guess you and I aren’t so different.”

He glances at you. “Relationship problems?”

You shrug. “Hypothetically, I could have problems.”

Midoriya laughs, playing along. “Right. Of course.”

“Let’s just say,” you start slowly. The alcohol buzz is starting to wear off. But you’re already neck-deep into this interaction and it’s too late to back off. “There’s this guy. He makes me laugh, looks out for me, and has never made me feel insecure. He’s patient, smart, and thoughtful - someone that I really admire, and someone I like a lot. The problem, hypothetically, would be that there’s a gap between us. Not an age gap or anything crazy but more just… the kind of gap where us dating would make him look bad. And he’s a good guy, who doesn’t deserve that kind of speculation.”

You dare to spare a glance at Midoriya for the first time since you started talking. He’s looking at you like it’s his first time seeing you - eyes wide and lips parted. But there’s some uncertainty in his eyes. Like he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions on who you’re talking about. You understand that. After all, his own situation could describe anyone.

But he turns towards you with eyes open and vulnerable. And you are rooted to your spot, helpless to do nothing but watch him watch you. You watch as he steps closer, feel as he reaches out to grab at the bottom hem of your Christmas sweater and thumbs at the material. As if he is giving you permission to turn away.

When you don’t, his fingers snake upwards to touch your hips. “It seems,” he breathes out softly. “We’re both a little stupid, aren’t we?”

You exhale as his hands settle. You feel warm with something decidedly non-alcoholic. “So stupid…” You want to just close your eyes, lose yourself in Midoriya as you’ve wanted to do for the past few months.

But.

Your hands find him, your fingers curling around his wrist. It takes a lot of (obvious) effort to pull him away. “Wait,” you whisper. “W-We just talked about how this isn’t right. And I don’t want you getting in trouble for this.”

His eyes search yours, but he squeezes your waist once before relinquishing the grip. “You’re right,” he returns, smiling a little. “There’s a lot of alcohol at this party. Makes me do things I shouldn’t. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “You don’t need to say sorry. Only if you don’t mean it and you don’t really like me.”

His eyes have not left your face. “I do mean it. I do like you, a lot. I’m just sorry that it has to be like this. If things were different…”

“I know,” you whisper. “But I… care about you. And I don’t want people to think you’re the kind of guy who’ll date an employee. Especially since you’re back and trying to establish yourself as a pro-hero here.”

Midoriya laughs, but it’s not meant to be a humorous noise. He reaches out, thumbing your cheek one last time as if to commit the gesture to memory before he pulls away. “I don’t want us to pretend like this conversation never happened, but I hope that we can still be… friends.”

Despite the unexpected turn of events (at a Christmas party of all places), you warm slightly at all how well he’s taking it. Not that you expected him to take it badly. And that, above all, he considers you a friend. “Of course,” you reply. “That’s what I want too.”

The pair of you stare for another long moment before someone is sliding open the glass door of the agency that leads to the balcony. It’s Karly, calling out your name.

You and Izuku look away, the moment gone. “I’m out here, Karly.”

Said marketing specialist appears from the shadows, cheeks bright red from rose much like everyone else. But she stops short when she notices the two of you. “Oh! I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“No,” Midoriya cuts in quickly. He’s not looking at either of you. “We’ve finished our discussion.”

Deciding to leave him alone, you nod towards Karly. “Well, some people are asking about the cake…”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “That’s right. I know where it is.” You turn towards Deku. “Will you be okay?”

You mean it in two different ways. Deku looks at you like he knows what you mean. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

You make your way back into the party, refusing to think about what happens next.

What happens is a quiet next few months. Midoriya becomes busy with joint patrols, an onslaught of photoshoots, and general paperwork. He still comes by your desk when he happens to be around when you are around, but the interactions are safe and surface level. It is a warped version of what you and Midoriya would call friendly conversations.

While you miss the deeper conversations, you’re also guilty of not bringing up anything that could bring you back to that night. The fear of uncertainty gnaws at you, afraid of what could happen if you were to cross that threshold with Midoriya.

Like you, Midoriya is also good at maintaining that friendly facade. He thanks you for your hard work on your one-year anniversary, allowing your boss to take you out for dinner. He signs a company congratulations card when you graduate from university and officially become a working adult.

And you’re thankful that he’s willing to… move on, you suppose? Perhaps avoid is a better word. It’s hard to smile and laugh with Midoriya when you’ve spent the better part of your employment at Deku’s agency wanting more.

Despite those things, that isn’t the reason why you’re here now. “Here” being the corner coffee shop on a random Saturday, laptop open with a whole listing of hiring hero agencies displayed. Some of the reason is that awkward limbo with Deku, yes, but most of it has to do with the desire for a full-time job. Working part-time at Deku’s agency had been more of a necessity than a want, considering you had to work around a full-time student schedule.

But with graduation under your belt, full-time has become an option. While the hiring manager at the agency has been open to the conversation of offering you that full-time position, this feels like a rare moment of opportunity to branch out.

Besides, you think absently, there are a lot of good agencies hiring.

Quietly, you apply to a few of them, wondering if your experience at Deku’s agency and all the hats you had to wear as a result of working at essentially an agency start-up could impress some of these bigger agencies.

As it turns out, it does. Because over the next month, you garner the attention of Riot Ground. Again, quietly, you interview a few times before they offer you a position - one that will include working at a cubicle rather than a front desk and definitely involves a higher level of responsibility with a higher pay that you would be dumb to reject.

Your direct boss is supportive of the decision, understanding that this type of industry exploration is what you want for the next chapter of your career. It’s a chance, she says, you need to take. Additionally, she accepts your two week notice.

Telling Midoriya had been something you’ve wanted to avoid since Riot Ground offered you the position. In fact, it’s very possible that he already knows what is going on. It’s no secret that the Riot Ground agency and Deku agency are close - the leading heroes have known each other since high school.

But you decide to just assume that Midoriya doesn’t know what’s going on as you knock on Deku’s office door, taking in a breath when he tells you to come in. He’s finishing up some paperwork as you open the door, definitely looking appalled by your appearance. You hardly ever visit him, especially not since the Christmas party.

“Hey,” he breathes, closing his laptop. “Is everything okay?”

You smile a little, trying to stay professional. “Yes! Everything is good. I just thought I should let you know something that’s coming up.”

He frowns, but nods slowly. “Okay,” he says, a little confused. “What’s up?”

“Well,” you start. “As you know, since I graduated I’ve been thinking about getting into a full-time position. I don’t know any kind of end goal for myself, but I want the opportunity to grow my experience however. And wherever. So… I just thought that I should let you know that Riot Ground offered me a position. And I accepted. I start in a month, but I already submitted my two weeks.”

Midoriya is quiet for a moment, processing the ultimate conclusion to your words. Then, he laughs a little. Softly. “Kacchan… I mean, Bakugou told me that they had just hired someone from my agency. When he spoke about the new hire’s interview, I could tell he was impressed and excited to have that kind of person on his team. I just had a feeling that it was you.” He stands up, rounding the desk to lean against the front. “I’m really happy for you.”

You smile, relieved. Although you should have known to expect nothing less from Deku. “Thank you, Midoriya.”

But he does smile back, sighing a little. “I will say that I’m going to miss having you around. Getting to talk to you and see you at the end of a hard day always made things easier for me.”

Your heart picks up a little. You hadn’t expected him to use that kind of line on you. “I-I mean,” you stammer. “It’s not like I’m going off the grid. The agency is just a subway ride away. A-And, I’m still going to be in the industry. So we’ll see each other around at events and such… Besides, we’re friends.”

Friends. A delicate word to reflect on a delicate subject. And it shows in Midoriya’s eyes, watching you carefully. His eyes look you up and down, before he gives a half-smile. It looks like he has so much to say. But he eventually settles with, “Of course. We are friends.”

A long pause follows. The pair of you take each other in, until the sound of footsteps pass by Deku’s office and it brings you back to reality. You look away first. “I just… I thought I would let you know. As a courtesy.”

He nods. “I-I appreciate that. And I really am happy for you. Kacchan and Kirishima are good heroes, and they are good bosses too. I expect great things will happen with you on board.”

You laugh. “Midoriya, you are speaking way too highly of me. It’s just an entry level position, The amount of influence I’ll have is probably second to none.”

He shrugs. “So what? I believe in my friends - and I believe in you.” After a moment he clears his throat. “When is your last day?”

“About a week and a half from now,” you reply.

He nods slowly. “Got it. Well, thanks for letting me know.”

You leave work that night a little unsettled, wondering if you’ve made the right decision in telling Midoriya.

The last week and a half of your employment at Deku’s agency is quiet. Midoriya gets pulled into a job on the other side of the country, meaning he doesn’t get to see you on your last day. You tell yourself that it’s normal that a big boss wouldn’t mind one of his part-time interns leaving and try to make peace with it.

Midoriya is right about Bakugou and Kirishima. Despite being a little rough around the edges, Bakugou is polite and engaging. Naturally, Kirishima is warm and welcoming. Ground Zero is definitely a bigger agency compared to Deku’s up and coming roots - but the two heroes still take the time to greet you.

It isn’t long before you’re taking on your own assignments - but your team is nice and supportive and Kirishima even tells you that the recent report you handed in was good.

Two weeks after you start working at Riot Ground, Bakugou’s Vogue Japan article gets released and you are immediately pulled last minute into the afterparty preparations that Riot Ground is holding to celebrate. You’re more of a background shadow to provide support, but you are still invited to the party. Kirishima says you can think of your attendance as a rite of passage for your employment - one that you intend to take full advantage of.

The afterparty is hosted at the top floor of this insane skyscraper in the city center - surrounded by lights and music and drinking. You spend most of the early night with coworkers, those in the same department as you as you all talk and laugh and make sure that things are going smoothly.

This sense of ease is probably how you’re able to notice him before he notices you.

Your stomach drops when you see Midoriya, someone who you hadn’t seen since that last conversation in his office. He’s at the bar, talking to some girl with a surprising amount of engagement and focus that you stare.

You cannot help the sickly feeling weighing at the pit of your stomach - because you cannot remember the last time Midoriya talked to you like that. Actually, you can. It was before the Christmas party. Before you engaged in that game of hypotheticals with him. You’ve never regretted the way the exchange went down. But you have regretted the aftermath - the halted conversations, the surface level charades. Midoriya had said he liked you back, sure, but perhaps he only did nice things for you because he wanted something? And surely once he realized he was never going to get anywhere with you - he just gave up, didn’t he?

That’s stupid, you think to yourself, because Midoriya isn’t like that. He’s sweet and earnest. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person to just throw them aside when they are no longer of use.

But, the other side of you whispers, things haven’t been the same since that night at the Christmas party. Perhaps it’s not out of left field for you to be doubtful.

Across the way, Midoriya catches your eye and gives you a smile. You wave back half-heartedly.

He tilts his head, giving you a look you hate that you can read. Is everything okay?

You just give a shrug, turning back to your coworker before he could respond.

You assume it’s the end of that conversation with Midoriya. In fact, the next time you (subconsciously) try looking for him, he isn’t at the bar anymore but on the dance floor with Uravity and Shouto. You disappear into an empty hallway that leads to the elevators, sipping the drink (water) you’ve gotten and try to ignore that vague feeling of relief upon realizing that girl was nowhere to be seen.

You turn back to your water, perhaps waiting for it to drown you or give you answers to questions you are too afraid to ask.

That is, until a figure slides up next to you. At first, you think it’s some stranger coming up to bother you. But it’s Midoriya.

“You look lonely,” he comments. Despite the loud music coming from the main room just a few feet down, the hallway is insulated enough where you can hear him properly.

You glance at him. “What do you mean? I’m peachy-keen.”

He frowns, the first crack in his wall. “You know, people who say they are peachy-keen are usually the opposite of that. I just can’t help but notice that you’re here by yourself, and you’re drinking water.”

“I’m on the clock,” you reply.

Midoriya looks around for a moment, before turning to face you fully. “Is everything okay? Nobody’s bothering you, are they?”

You look at him this time. “It’s fine, Midoriya.” You jerk your head out towards the main room. “Why don’t you go reunite with your girlfriend or something?”

Midoriya blinks. “Girlfriend? What are you talking about?”

Your eyes narrow into a glare. “Don’t try to play dumb with me, Deku. I know that you saw me looking. She’s cute. Thanks for letting me know about that, by the way.”

“Oh, just like you told me that you were looking for a new job?” Deku bites back. Another crack in his game of pretend. He also seems annoyed you’ve addressed him by his hero name. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s Uraraka’s manager and has been her manager since we graduated high school. We’re friends - just like I thought you and me were friends.”

You push yourself off the wall at that. “We are friends,” you protest hotly, defensive, not even sure if you believe your own words. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” Midoriya snaps, that friendly facade gone now. “Just the fact that I thought things would go back to normal after that night, only to get blindsided?” He runs a hand through his curls. “Listen, I was and am really happy for you that you got a great job with Kacchan and Eijiro. I just wish you told me you were planning to leave. That’s what friends do.”

“Well, why does it matter?” you retort. “A boss shouldn’t care too much if a lowly part-time intern decides to pursue a different agency for a different opportunity - !”

“But you weren’t just a lowly part-time intern!” he says loudly, then lowers his voice. His admittance echoes in your mind, making you run warm. Midoriya watches you carefully, as if waiting for you to dismiss him. When you don’t, he takes a step closer, rounding on you so that your back is against the hallway wall. “To me, it wasn’t like that. At first, it was. But I grew to really like you as more than just someone I saw at work everyday. I liked you a lot.”

You narrow your eyes at him, refusing to back down, remembering your doubts just a few moments prior. “Why does that matter now anyways? You clearly have more fun with that manager anyways.”

He groans, stepping closer, hands settling on your waist to push you against the wall. “What is this about? It seems like we’re mad about two separate things.”

You huff, trying to look away from him. “I’m not mad.”

He rolls his eyes. “Baby, your glare could cut glass. I can be single-minded sometimes. But I’m not stupid.”

You hate to admit it. But the pet name softens you up a bit. Enough that you turn your gaze back to Midoriya. “I was just frustrated okay?” you shoot back. “I was under the impression that we would stay friends too. But you were so distant after I told you I was leaving. You didn’t even say goodbye to me on my last day at the agency. I know you were away but… it still hurt me. And then I come to this party and see you for the first time in a month talking to some other girl. Not just talking - talking excitedly and happily. I just couldn’t help but overthink about why you enjoyed your time with her more than time with me.”

His eyes flicker between your eyes, but he relaxes after a moment. “I always enjoy my time with you,” he explains softly. “But I’m sorry. I should have spoken up when I noticed we were playing this game of just pretending to be alright. I think the thought of confrontation made me more nervous. And I’m sorry for not being there for your last day.”

You sigh. Perhaps hearing his apology is just what you’ve needed after all this time. “No. I’m sorry. It takes two people to have a conversation, and I was also not reaching out to communicate my frustration. I guess… perhaps, a part of me wanted to know what would happen with us. And if…” you trail off.

Midoriya raises an eyebrow. “If…” he coaxes, leaning in. When you don’t say anything, he smiles. “If I still like you?”

You pout. “You have no tact, do you know that?”

“I think the proper phrase is ‘relief knowing I can now openly communicate with the girl I’ve been crazy about for months’.” He pauses. “Unless you’re more of a show don’t tell kind of person?”

He’s teasing you. “I don’t know,” you finally manage, feeling warm all over. “What would showing me look like?”

At your question, Midoriya smiles again. Less of a teasing smile, more of a soft and understanding curve that makes your heart race. Your anger is completely forgotten as one of his hands gently takes your chin. “Probably something like this…”

He leans in. You close your eyes, heart thumping out of your chest - because was this really going to happen? Right here? Right now? And to think you were so mad at him just an hour ago…

A call of your name. “Oi, I know you’re out here - oh. Fuck.”

Midoriya pulls away, his grip on your chin and your waist gone as if both of you are ripped back to reality. You jolt, eyes flashing open and turning towards the source of the noise. Bakugou stands at the entrance of the hallway, lips parted and eyes wide and looking uncharacteristically startled.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya exclaims, glancing at you before glancing back at your boss. “We were just… This wasn’t a spur of the moment thing…”

Bakugou tsks, recovering quickly as he raises a hand up to stop Deku from spiraling into a flurry of conversation and tangents. “I didn’t ask, nerd. I just need my employee’s help with something.”

You try to recover as well, ignoring your racing heart as you turn towards Bakugou. “O-Of course, what do you need?”

You step away from Midoriya, but he catches your wrist in his hand before you can go too far.

“Hey,” he says, stepping up next to you, not speaking until you’re looking at him. “Don’t be a stranger. If I promise to call, promise you’ll pick up.”

You cannot help but just smile and nod. “Okay,” you return. “I promise.”

He beams, and releases the hold he has on your wrist. You walk up to Bakugou, allowing him to lead you back into the loud dancefloor.

“Bakugou!” you call out, feeling the need to fill the silence between the two of you despite the music and laughter around you. “Midoriya is nice! And I really like him!”

Bakugou grunts, whirling around to face you. “Shut up!” he retorts. “I know. The stupid nerd hasn’t shut the fuck up about you since he found out I hired you. So I don’t think you need to worry. He likes you a lot too.” He pauses. “Now can you please help Eijiro set up the champagne fountain?”

You grin for more than just the champagne foundation. You shoot your boss a thumbs-up before making your way back into the main party, definitely feeling better than when you first stepped in here.

True to his promise, Midoriya calls. And to your promise, you answer. It doesn’t take long for the pair of you to resume the same ease of connection that developed when you first met. Partly because you have all this history together, but also because the feelings have been put out there. The calls and texts continue without the worry of crossing past a boss/employee relationship.

Having Midoriya in your life like this is different. There’s still a bridge to cross with him, but there’s a different openness about this compared to pretending not to be so into him.

Now he knows how much you like him. And you’re waiting for him to take the next steps.

But, again, it’s a line neither of you cross for the next few months. Midoriya is busy with work, and so are you. Ground Zero keeps you on your toes with increased responsibilities and solo projects that are stressful yet accomplishing. Yet, every “good job” thrown your way feels like a different badge of honor that heightens your confidence. It feels like some of the things you’ve wanted for your life (a stable career with responsibilities you enjoy doing and coworkers you actually like spending time with) are starting to come together.

Although yes, you are in a predicament with Deku, you refuse to let that damper your attitude about your overall life trajectory. Things will happen when they are able to happen.

It’s a thought that comforts you. For the next few months following the Riot Ground party, you maintain a limbo with Midoriya. Until there is a pounding on your door at three in the morning.

You start awake at the noise echoing through your apartment, heart pounding and eyes suddenly alert. What time is it? The digital BT21 Koya clock on your nightstand reads 3:02 AM. Who is it? No idea. A handful of college students live in this apartment building, so it isn’t unusual to hear knocks at this hour. They’re usually short; this one is not.

The persistence of it drags you out of bed and towards the door. Is it the smartest way to go about this situation? No. It could be a villain with super hearing, waiting for you to make a noise!! Or perhaps people pretending to be maintenance just so they can break in?

God, you definitely need to stop scrolling through Tiktok.

You sigh, tiptoeing to the peephole on your door. You’re expecting drunk college kids, or people you’re supposed to ignore.

What you see, however, is neither of those things. It’s Deku, slumped against the wall, looking uncharacteristically tired and out-of-breath. Brows furrowing and eyes widening, you open the door with more force than necessary. “Midoriya!” you exclaim, lowering your voice towards the tail-end when you remember that it is three in the morning. “A-Are you okay? What happened?”

Midoriya looks over at you. His face is bruised slightly and you don’t even want to know what kind of injuries he’s hiding underneath the suit. What happened? When he texted you earlier than evening, he looked and sounded perfectly fine. His eyes rake over you from head to toe, before he sighs. “Oh good. You’re okay.”

You stare, trying to mentally decipher his words but find that you have no idea what he’s talking about. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath before he pushes himself off the doorframe. Quietly, he leans into your space and slowly cups your face with his hands. Midoriya follows the curve of your face carefully, committing each detail to memory.

Clearly approaching the situation normally isn’t getting into his head. He’s too shaken by what he has seen. So you stare up at him, trying to catch his gaze. “Izuku…?” you try.

That catches his attention. He shifts to look back at you. He sighs, pressing his forehead against yours. “It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s just…”

“Do you want to come inside?” you offer gently.

Midoriya nods, allowing you to pull him inside the apartment. You make it to the living room, where he drops himself unceremoniously onto your couch. Despite his disheveled appearance, he is watching you carefully and looking more alert than before.

You look back at him, continuing to assess his condition. What happened to him? Did he need to see a doctor? You try to echo one of those thoughts. “Are you okay, Midoriya?”

He blinks. “I liked it…” he starts.

You move to sit on the couch. “You liked it?”

“You called me Izuku,” he clarifies. “I want you to keep calling me that.”

You sigh, eyes slanting into more of a frown than the wide-eyed concern from before. “Are you drunk?”

He looks away, rubbing at his face. “No, I’m not.”

“Well, do I have to drive you to the hospital?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I’d have to disagree. A Midoriya… I mean Izuku,” you correct when Midoriya gives you a look. “An Izuku who is normal wouldn’t come barging in at three in the morning looking like he’s just seen hell.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, which worries you more. Well, if he doesn’t want to go to the hospital and he’s not drunk, you turn to the next best solution.

You move to get off of the couch. “Let me get you some water.”

“Wait.” His hand catches your wrist. He’s not even pulling you that hard, but his touch leaves you rooted to the spot. “J-Just stay here, if that’s okay.”

You settle back on the couch, trying to catch his eye. Yours widen slightly when you realize that his eyes are glassy. Was Midoriya crying? “Hey, Izuku…” you start, sitting closer to him. “What’s wrong?”

He looks up for a moment, before looking back over at you. “Can I…” he trails off. “Can I just…” When you don’t flinch away, he takes that as a sign. He wraps his arms around your waist, scooping you up and plopping him on his lap with your knees on either side of him. Straddling him, you let him manhandle you. You let him press you to him, chest to chest, and a hand at the back of your head to press your face into his neck. He noses at your hairline slowly.

“Izuku,” you whisper, voice muffled into his suit. “Tell me what happened.”

Midoriya takes in one more deep breath, before he loosens his grip enough for you to pull back and see his face. “I was finishing up my patrol when a group of villains ambushed me. That part was normal, since it’s the middle of the night and maybe they thought they could get away with it? Everything was fine until I saw you. One of the villains used his quirk and made me see something that really shook me up.”

Considering that he’s here, hugging you like he’s trying to merge with you, you think you have a vague idea of what he could have seen. But you refuse to be self-centered. You gently fiddle with the hair at the back of his neck. “What did you see?”

He doesn’t look at you as his fingers run over the hem of your sleeping shirt. “You showed up, and they took you away. No matter how far I ran, I couldn’t catch up. I couldn’t save you. Luckily, some of my sidekicks showed up so they didn’t get away. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what they had shown me. I just had to make sure you were okay.”

You exhale, not realizing you had held your breath during Midoriya’s story. At the very least, this explains his frantic behavior. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “I’m here.”

He sighs, moving his hands to your waist. “It’s not okay though,” he returns, looking at you. “I think not being able to talk things out with you has freaked me out, thinking that I’ll miss my chance and lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” you say quietly. “I really like you.” You relax slightly in his arms. “We don’t have to talk about us right now but I don’t want you to rush into anything with me. I know that you’re here to protect people and you’re trying to establish yourself. I don’t want to get in the way of that. I don’t want you to spread yourself too thin.” You look down, suddenly nervous. “When this becomes something, I’m going to be a little selfish. I don’t want to feel like I’m coming in second place. I want everything that you’ll give me, and I want to feel like you’re always going to choose me. I know that in itself is selfish, but I just want to be upfront with you.”

One of Midoriya’s hands comes up to cup your cheek. He angles himself to meet your gaze. “Don’t ever call yourself selfish like it’s a bad thing. I want you to be selfish because I always want you to myself.” He starts mindlessly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I want to be honest with you too. I can’t promise you that I can respond to texts within the hour. I can’t even promise that I’ll be on time for every date. But I’ll always consider you. And I’ll always choose to come back to you.”

Overcome with helpless affection for him, you cannot help looking down at his lips. Suddenly, you’re aware of what you’re wearing and what you’re not wearing. Your sleeping attire is just a Riot Ground t-shirt you got from a team-building event during orientation and some loose shorts. Your lack of a bra is the most obvious.

Judging from Midoriya’s darkened eyes, he knows this.

A pause. Then he brings you down to him, kissing you softly. Time seems to melt away as you shut your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in him. You can feel Midoriya’s grip tighten, pulling you closer as little uncontrollable whimpers fall from your lips.

Without warning, you feel yourself get hoisted up again. One hand around your waist, one hand hooked around a leg as you are maneuvered onto your back. Above you, Midoriya is steady and comforting and warm. He stares down at you like it is his first time seeing you. The sight sends jolts of anticipation through your body.

On instinct, your arms find the back of his neck as he leans down to peck your lips once, twice, thrice more before starting a trail of butterfly kisses down your neck. He stops at the base, nipping and biting. It tickles, causing little giggles to escape you as you twitch occasionally at the overwhelming sensation.

Midoriya hums, lifting himself back up. “So sensitive,” he mutters.

You pout, tighten your grip on the back of his suit. “Is that okay?”

He smiles, leaning back down to touch your nose with his. “More than okay. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Want to keep going?”

You cannot help but smile back, heart beating helplessly in your chest. “Yes,” you whisper, nervous but knowing that you trust him more than anything.

So Midoriya kisses you again, his hands move to your waist to inch your shirt up higher and higher. He kisses down your stomach, fingers gripping the waistband of your shorts. “Is this okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, realizing after a moment that he cannot see you. “Yes, yes, please Izuku…”

You stare up at the ceiling as he pulls your bottoms down, exposing you to the air outside. It doesn’t stay unoccupied for long before he’s diving in between your legs, licking and sucking at spots that make you see stars.

And when he curls up with you later that night under the blankets, refusing to let you go as you giggle and complain about needing the restroom, your heart is high with hope. Hope that perhaps it’s finally time for you and Midoriya. That perhaps, the game is finally over.

The following day, Midoriya shows up to the Riot Ground agency. He had left early that morning, leaving behind a text apologizing and promising to make it up to you later that day. You hadn’t been entirely sure what making it up to you would entail, but you just told him you were looking forward to it.

It’s a little bit before your lunch break when Bakugou comes stalking towards your cubicle. You’re still on the phone with the guys at HEROES MAGAZINE when he approaches, but he’s surprisingly patient as he waits for the call to end.

You hang up after a few more minutes of last minute confirmations. “Everything okay?” you ask, redirecting your attention to Bakugou.

He grunts, crossing his hands over his chest. “You have a visitor. Real insistent about seeing you.”

You tilt your head. “Who is it?”

He sighs, unfolding his arms. “Come on.”

Nervously, you follow Bakugou into his office. Inside, you find Midoriya sitting on the couch. He’s talking to Kirishimia, but all the attention shifts to you as soon as you enter. Midoriya’s face lights up. “Hey!” he greets cheerfully, standing up to approach you.

You let him, unable to help but smile back as the memories of last night fill you with warmth. The fact that those events were real and tangible still baffles you. “Hi, Izuku…”

He scratches the back of his neck. “I really am sorry about having to leave after… yeah. After that.”

You laugh, forgetting that both of you have company. “It’s fine. I know you’re busy. You’re here. That’s what’s important to me.”

Midoriya smiles, actually looking relieved at your reassurance. “I’m glad…”

From what sounds like miles away, Bakugou interrupts with a laugh. “Oh my fucking god.”

You turn to look at him. “Something wrong boss?”

Bakugou is still smirking. He looks between you and Midoriya like he knows something you do not. He, however, makes it clear with his observation. “You guys finally hooked up, didn’t you?”

Immediately, your heart feels like it’s racing on overdrive as your entire body runs hot. “H-How did you… I mean, it’s just… I don’t…”

Midoriya’s cheeks turn pink. “Kacchan, we’re in a workplace - can’t you keep things professional?”

“Professional?” Bakugou echoes, smirking. “You have a lot of nerve saying that to me, Deku. Especially when the two of you are all googly-eyed right in front of my salad!!!”

“Oi, Katsuki,” Kirishima interrupts, getting up from the couch and walking over to slap a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “I think it’s cute. Go easy on them.” Kirishima shifts his attention to you and Midoriya. “So, what’s this? You guys just hooking up? Or boyfriend and girlfriend? No shame either way!! I think it’s great that we live in a society where every stage and every kind of relationship has an appropriate label.”

The overall question makes you want the ground to swallow you whole. This is especially the case because you and Midoriya haven’t even discussed what this is yet. What if you answered and it wasn’t the answer Midoriya had in mind. Or would staying silent be the better option? Should you already know what kind of relationship you’re in with Midoriya? You know you talked things out yesterday but was making an assumption going too far?

Your silence makes Kirishima smile. “I mean, there’s also no shame in being undecided. As long as you guys are communicating.”

Midoriya wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “I’m actually here to invite you to dinner tonight,” he says, pointedly ignoring his friends and their teasing smiles.

You smile nervously, unsure whether or not to go along with Midoriya. You decide for it eventually. “Sure. I get off around 5. Can I meet you someplace?”

He shakes his head, looking at you with stars in his eyes. “No, no, I’ll come pick you up.”

True to his promise, Midoriya is in the lobby of Riot Ground. He gives you that same bright smile, takes your hand. The restaurant he’s selected for the two of you is a few stops away, and he fills any silence with questions about your day and conversations like this is any normal day. Not at all like you’re about to go on (what you would consider to be) a date with Midoriya.

It’s a sentiment you feel confident enough to echo once the pair of you are seated next to each other in the booth. You notice quickly that he’s taken you to a ramen shop you’ve mentioned enjoying once or twice. The realization draws out a happy, private smile.

At your observation of this date, he mirrors your grin. “I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. It makes me feel less nervous about telling you that… last night?” He asks like he needs to make sure you know what he’s referring to. Like you need a reminder. But you nod, because Midoriya seems nervous. “That was all real to me. I know dating me would be challenging. But I really like you and I want to be with you. I hope that doesn’t freak you out.”

Detecting his nerves regarding the subject, you reach out to take his hand. “Izuku, it doesn’t freak me out. I also mean what I said yesterday. I really like you.” You feel yourself go warm with meekness. “Although, I thought it was obvious that I wouldn’t freak out no matter what you said. You did spend the night, amongst other things… I don’t do that with guys I don’t like.”

Midoriya laughs softly. “I just didn’t want to make any assumptions.”

You nod. “Well, cease your worries. I am thoroughly into you.”

Since you’re not rejecting his advances, Midoriya grows bolder. “So… can I do this…?” He laces your fingers together.

You smile. “Yes,” you whisper, looking over at him.

He moves closer, still wearing that fond grin. “And when I drop by the agency, can I tell Kacchan that I’m visiting my girlfriend?”

Your smile morphs into a grin, but there are butterflies in your stomach. “You should probably be a little more professional around your Kacchan.”

He pouts at that. “What if it’s for something important?”

You gap slightly, unconsciously inching closer to him. “What could be so important with you and your new girlfriend that you need to visit her workplace?”

He smiles at the question, eyes flickering down to your mouth before he leans in to kiss you. It’s firm and quick, startling you enough to elicit a squeak from the back of your throat. But he pulls away before you can relish in the gesture.

When you open your eyes, Midoriya is still looking at you. You can feel the weight of his answer in his stare, making one very firm decision: you were going to suck his dick on the car ride home.

Nearly one year later, the hero rankings are announced on a bright sunny afternoon.

You are in your now shared apartment when the broadcast starts. When Midoriya is announced as the new number one hero. It’s a big moment within the hero community; not entirely unexpected considering the anticipation of Deku’s return and what he has been able to accomplish since then. It’s a moment that garners big cheers as Midoriya takes the stage alongside the other top ten heroes.

You watch as each top ten hero makes a speech about their appreciation and their promise to continue protecting the country. As Midoriya makes his own speech, your heart feels light with pride and joy.

It’s a feeling that continues into the late afternoon, when you’re fitting the bed with newly washed sheets that you hear the front door open and slam shut. “Baby?” It’s Midoriya. “Baby, I’m home!!!”

You immediately come bounding out of the bedroom, dashing towards the entrance where Midoriya is slipping off his shoes. “Welcome back!! Congratulations on your ranking, Izuku!”

At once, he sweeps you up into a hug, bringing your feet off the floor and your laughter in his ear. “Thank you,” he whispers earnestly, setting you back on the floor. He kisses your cheeks, spoiling you as if you were the one who has just ranked as the number one hero in the country. “Did you watch the broadcast?”

“Of course!” you say, giving him a look. “It’s a big deal, Izuku.”

He pulls back enough to send you one of his soft smiles. “Thank you.”

You shake your head, cupping his cheeks. “How do you want to celebrate, Mr. Number One?”

“Well, Uraraka is hosting a party later today to celebrate the new rankings. But…” he trails off, turning meek. He leans forward, nose to nose. “Kind of want to eat you out. Is that okay?”

Your stomach flutters. His hands move up your shirt, touching at bare skin. “W-We should do something for you.”

“You letting me eat you out is the something for me,” Midoriya returns, removing his hands to start messing with your shorts. He pulls both shorts and panties down, lowering himself down to let you step out of them. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he traverses down the hall back into your shared bedroom. Gracefully, Midoriya lowers you amongst the pillows.

One, two, three more kisses along your forehead, cheek and lips, before Midoriya makes his way down your body. Lifting your shirt over your head, planting two kisses on each nipple, down your stomach, immediately wrapping his arms around your legs to keep them apart. A kiss on your clit melts into a lick that makes you choke on a whimper.

Midoriya has always been good at eating you out. Ever since that first night, he is keen on prodding at the spots that drive you to the edge the quickest, or dragging things out as long as he wants to. It’s that scary observational skills from his line of work getting put to personal use.

And you’re not complaining.

In the fifteen minutes he spends in between your legs, you come three times. You’re shaking, gasping, overwhelmed by the time he lifts his head up with his lips shiny with juice.

You’re still trying to catch your breath as Midoriya undoes his belt, takes out his cock. He runs it over your slit once before pushing in past the ring of muscle. The sensation makes you jolt, crying out as you arch and push at his chest. “Izuku… wait.” Your walls flutter, causing Midoriya to sputter. “I just need to catch my breath.”

You take a few deep breaths as Midoriya thumbs at your hip in apology. “Sorry baby, I should have asked first.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Midoriya leans down, kissing your ear and down your neck, nipping gently at your collarbone.The gesture, while ticklish, helps relax you enough to reflect on the events of the day. You’re not sure how long it is before you speak again.

“Hey, so since you’re the number one hero now…” you start once you feel like your head has cleared up enough. “You’re probably going to be a whole lot busier. Lots more people are going to be looking at you and relying on you. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted…”

Saying the words out loud makes a new kind of reality dawn on you. How would you fit in this equation of Midoriya’s newest accomplishment?

“Hey.” Midoriya’s voice draws you back. His head lifts from your neck, locking you in an intense stare, hands planted on either side of you. “I don’t know what exactly is going on in that head of yours. Just because I’m the number one hero now doesn’t mean that I still don’t care about you. It doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly going to stop considering you. I’m number one to the country, but you’re number one to me and that’s what is important.”

You pause, letting his words sink in. You giggle. “Izuku, that was super cheesy.”

“And what of it?” he purrs, using your giggle as the okay to readjust you. He takes your ankles, repositioning them over his shoulders. He leans in, bringing your legs to your chest, sinking deeper into you. The sensation makes you whine, arching your back and curling your toes.

“Mmmm,” you whimper, unable to do anything else but lay there and take it.

“Do you understand now?” he asks, pulling out until the tip and thrusting back in. “Do you understand how much I love you?”

As if it wasn’t hard enough answering his question, he’s hitting something in you that makes it difficult to think. “Fffuck, Izuku… yes…”

“Then, you think you can say it back to me, pretty girl?” He straightens up, keeping one of your legs on his shoulder as he increases his pace. His grip on you is strong, while his other hand starts drawing tight circles on your clit.

You start fluttering around his cock, unable to move away from the simulation. So you try to push at his chest in warning. “Izuku… wait…”

“I don’t know if I can, baby,” he says, almost disappointedly. “I can’t let my girl walk around not knowing how much I care about her.”

“I do know…” you whimper, shaking when he finds the right angle to rub your clit. “Aaaaaa… I know how much you love me.”

You can hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl. Wanna say it back?”

He releases your other leg so that both fall on either side of his waist. Midoriya looms over you again, never once letting up his pace. “Say…” you manage, tongue feeling like jello. “Say what back?”

He hums. Still circling your clit, he runs his other hand up over your curves, palming your breast. “Say you love me back.”

“I love you - !” you squeal as he pinches a nipple. The coil in your stomach snaps, and white hot pleasure runs through your body. You shudder, tightening and fluttering and gasping. You weakly whimper as Midoriya continues to drive into you, your breasts bouncing with the movement. It stops when he gives you one last firm thrust, letting out a groan of his own that is so hot your walls flutter at the noise.

The high of what you’ve started together starts to die down as the silence is filled with your gasps and his panting.

Midoriya drops himself next to you, immediately wrapping his arms around you and nosing your hairline. “Hey,” he whispers.

“Hmmm?” you hum, content and still trying to catch your breath.

He doesn’t speak until you look at him. He leans in, touching his nose to yours. “I love you too.”

You try hard to bite back a grin. “Still want to go to Uraraka’s party?” you ask quietly.

He groans against your neck. “Not really.”

You giggle. “You should!” you scold. “It’ll be fun. You’re the number one hero now. Don’t you want to celebrate with your friends?”

“I’d rather just celebrate with you,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You roll your eyes playfully. “We just did. C’mon!” You push yourself off of bed, whirling around to face him. “I’m gonna pee. We’re going to shower, and then go.”

Never able to say no to you, Midoriya sits up on the bed and climbs out after you. “Okay, okay, baby. We’ll go.” Without warning, he hooks his arms under your knee and under your back, lifting you up and carrying you to the shower - the sound of your giggles filling the air.

The party is in full swing by the time you and Midoriya arrive at Uraraka’s house. Midoriya still has that post sex glow in his cheeks. It makes him clingy to you as you enter. The man at your side is immediately greeted by everyone, both friends and fans. It makes it easy for you to peel yourself away from your boyfriend, finding shelter in the living room.

There, you find Bakugou at the couch, nursing a drink in his hands.

Finding comfort in the sight of a familiar face, you approach him. “Bakugou! I didn’t think you’d show up.”

He gives you a sideways glance. “I wasn’t,” he says. “Eijirou said I should, so people can see that I’m supportive of Deku taking over the number one spot. Like I give a shit what people think anyways.”

You take a seat next to him. “I think you care a little bit. I know how much having that number one spot meant to you. Buuuutt,” you say, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “I think it could be seen as good, friendly competition. What do you think? Gonna start working double shifts to get your spot back?” you ask teasingly, grinning playfully at Bakugou. The latter is surprisingly quiet.

Bakugou gives you a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I knew it was only a matter of time,” he gruffs. “I really do hope as his girlfriend, you’ll never have to see this. But Deku? That nerd is crazy. Back in high school, during the war, he became this self-sacrificing maniac and acted out on his own. It’s a version of him I haven’t seen since then, but it’s a trait that never really went away. Deku lives to give back,” he mutters, so quiet that you wonder if you’re meant to hear him or not. “That’s why people gravitate towards him. It’s hard to compete with someone who would so willingly trade his happiness for others without hesitation.”

Bakugou’s eyes find something. You turn, following his stare to see Midoriya chatting it up with other pro-heroes. The latter looks bashful, but proud - he blends right into this world you are only just now starting to adjust to.

I hope you’ll never have to see it.

You watch as Midoriya’s gaze finds yours, waving when he smiles at you, trying not to ponder too deeply into Bakugou’s words.

Despite your wishes, you spend some time thinking about Bakugou’s observation. It’s true. Midoriya is a giver. He gives and gives and gives, hardly ever taking anything in return. He rarely asks to take time off, asks you to take care of him, and rarely ever thinks about himself.

A year after Midoriya becomes the number one hero, you start to see what Bakugou had meant.

It starts small. So subtle that you don’t even notice it at the time. It happens on a random Thursday night, when Midoriya stops kissing you hello after coming back from the office. It’s something you don’t even notice at the time. You had just continued cooking dinner, oblivious to what that simple missing gesture would spiral into.

Then, he misses a lunch date. Texts about his whereabouts and any villain appearances on the news are non-existent, until you find out that he just got caught up on paperwork and simply lost track of time. He apologizes later that evening, promising to make it up to you. And he does. He brought flowers home the next day and took you out to dinner. So you forget about the incident, assuming that it was a one-time thing.

Only, it isn’t just a one-time thing. He misses a few more dates, and doesn’t even tell you he’s coming home late one evening, before you decide it’s time to prod. Gently though, because you aren’t a confrontational person.

It happens late one night, because Midoriya stops taking days off, when both of you are in bed. Midoriya still wraps one arm around you, using his other hand to scroll through his phone.

“Izuku, is everything okay?” you ask softly, almost nervous to question it.

He looks at you, smiling uneasily. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“N-No reason. I was just wondering if you’ve been more busy than before. It’s just that you’ve been coming home later and later. Not to mention that I know that you know there have been a few dates we need to catch up on…”

Midoriya lowers his phone, pondering your words as he wraps both arms around you. “I know, baby. I’m sorry about that. You know, I didn’t realize just how many cases the police are working on at any given time. Big-case villains, small-case villains, missing people reports… so as the number one hero I’m trying to help out as much as I can.”

You look over at him. “You’re working with the police to solve all those cases?” you try for a smile and a joke. “No wonder you’ve been so busy.”

He grins, not noticing the fake smile you’ve plastered on your face. He’s looking at you, but it feels more like he’s looking through you. “People out there need me.”

You touch his cheek, trying to root him back to you. “Well, I need you too, Izuku.” You try to sound lighthearted, but something heavy plants itself in your heart.

At that, Midoriya’s eyes really do focus on your face this time. He cups your cheek. “Baby, I’m right here. Always.”

Are you really? It’s a thought that your mind whispers to you softly, challenging you to say it. But you cannot rise to the task. You don’t say anything that night. You just nod, hugging him and thinking: this is the last time I’ll have to say this.

Unfortunately, life does not work that way. It finds a way to topple down all around you. Not only does Midoriya remain busy, but you get promoted at Ground Zero’s agency. You move from a cubicle into your own office along with a clusterfuck of new responsibilities.

The next few months feel like one thing after another. Every attempt both you and Midoriya make falls flat. You plan a birthday party for Midoriya, only to fly out on a impromptu business trip hours before. Midoriya makes reservations for the grand opening of this fancy sushi restaurant, but ultimately stands you up because he fell asleep on the couch. He tries to come home early to surprise you, but you’re out buying groceries for the week.

Conversation between the two of you becomes as nonexistent as the plans you try to make. What were once joyful exchanges about the past or eventful tales from your jobs become surface level questions about the weather or if either one of you were going to be home for dinner - with the answer typically being no. It feels like another game of pretend with Midoriya - only this time, you’re pretending like this relationship is on the right track.

Everything comes to a headway on a Tuesday morning. Midoriya is out of bed and out of the apartment. Typical. You didn’t even hear him come in last night (or early this morning). But you notice a text message from Kirishimia at six in the morning. Less typical. Urgent meeting at the heroes commission. Turn on the news when you wake up.

The headlines jump out onto the screen as soon as you turn on the TV.

DEVASTATING EARTHQUAKE STRIKES. TOP OVERSEAS PRO HEROES REQUESTED FOR REINFORCEMENTS.

The footage is horrible. Buildings toppled down, rubble everywhere. People digging through. Children screaming. All the things of nightmares, not unlike the disaster you remember from your childhood - from the Liberation War all those years ago.

It’s footage that continues to be displayed over social media and over the city as you get ready for work and take the subway to the office. It’s still there when you turn on the TV in your office when you show up to work.

“It’s horrible,” Roni, your friend from the finance department, mutters, arms crossed over her chest as she joins you to watch. “The hero commission is probably trying to figure out which heroes to send over and which ones need to stay here in Japan.” She turns to you. “Any news from Deku?”

The mention of his name makes your stomach churn. Truthfully, you haven’t spoken to Izuku, really spoken to him, in weeks. You don’t even remember the last time you existed in the same space together. You clear your throat. You check your phone with a weight in your gut, knowing that there won’t be any messages.You hate that your suspicions are confirmed. “Nothing.”

He’s probably at the same meeting as Bakugou and Kirishimia, along with all the other top heroes.

It is a few hours of tense silence in the office. Both for the fate of which heroes will travel abroad and if your bosses will be part of that departure.

The aforementioned bosses return a few hours later, confirming that they will not be sent away. As part of the top five pro-heroes, they are tasked with staying. “Because some others at the top volunteered to leave. The commission wants to make sure at least some of us are still here holding down the fort,” Kirishima clarifies.

You wring your hands nervously. “What about Deku?” you ask.

Bakugou is noticeably quiet, something you pick up on. “You should go home,” he says instead. Then, he trails off into something softer. “That damn nerd doesn’t know when to stop.”

Your eyes widen, your heart picks up, and you leave. You practically race home to your apartment, to your home.

Izuku is packing when you arrive.

You slam the door. “What the fuck are you doing?”

For a moment, your Izuku peaks through the cracks. He jolts, looking startled and wide-eyed. But when he realizes that it’s you at the door, that facade disappears. You are facing Pro Hero Deku now, the hero who has just volunteered to fly away from here, away from you. “My flight is leaving soon,” he says, returning to packing.

“You’re leaving,” you echo. “Just like that?”

“You saw the news, didn’t you?” he challenges. “Those people need me. I have to help them.”

“Without asking me?”

He pauses. “This isn’t something I need a second opinion on.”

You clench your teeth together, trying to swallow the hurt. You’ve heard the stories from Bakugou about Izuku during the Liberation War - about Izuku barrelling headfirst into tracking down All For One alone, without his classmates or his support system, without regard to himself. His warnings suddenly feel like a lifetime ago. “A second opinion?” you bite. “I’m not a fucking doctor, Izuku, I’m your girlfriend. I thought we were a team. Shouldn’t I have a say in this?”

He throws his clothes on top of the ones he has already folded in. “What is there to say? How do you expect me to stand aside when I have a way of helping these people? How could you understand, when you don’t have the power I do.”

Ouch. You never thought he’d pull that card. Just because you don’t have a flashy quirk doesn’t mean that you don’t want to help people, it doesn’t mean that you don’t care. But your anger turns into sharp words that leave your lips without warning. “Fine,” you snap. “Do whatever the fuck you want. You’re really good at that.”

He glares at you. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know anything!” you protest loudly. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been home in weeks, because you haven’t been here. Not really, anyways. Did you know this is our first conversation in days? But not just that. You’ve been standing me up, ignoring me for months. I thought we could eventually talk about this when things at work quieted down. But things have quieted down. All the other heroes, all your friends, are having date nights and friend nights. But you aren’t. You still aren’t here with me. You just stay out there, taking one police case after another.”

“You knew what you were doing when we started going out,” Izuku snaps back. It’s like you’ve both been holding back on each other, only waiting until now for the dam to break. “I’m the number one hero now. My quirk comes from All Might, and so do his responsibilities. I can’t always be here.”

It’s all coming out now, you think vaguely to yourself. The anger is overpowering the hurt you should be feeling. “I know that, and I’m not asking you to always be here,” you say sharply. “I’ve always said that I just want you to consider me and care about me. But I can see that something like that is impossible for you to do.”

Stop, your mind whispers. Anyone with eyes could see that Izuku cares. He cares more than anyone else on the planet. That’s why he’s here. That’s why you’re here. That’s why you’re in love with him, and that’s why it hurts so much.

“You’re right,” he finally speaks hollowly. “How can you expect me to neglect my job? Because that job, and the people that need me…” he pauses. “Are more important than what’s here.”

The next words you were planning to say die down in your throat, as you both are left alone in the silence of what you’ve just said to each other. What is there to say after all that?

That’s when the hurt settles in, the insecurities threatening to swallow you alive. You know that you’ve also said some terrible things, but the knowledge that Izuku has confirmed your worst fears renders you mute. That you, for all the love in your heart you hold for the man in front of you, will always see you as second place in his life.

“Fine,” you whisper, refusing to see the empty look in Izuku’s eyes. Not like you can see it anyways with the tears fogging up what’s in front of you. “Go do whatever you want. Save the world just like you always have, Deku. But you should know that if you get on that plane, I’m done. If you get on that plane, it’s over between us.”

You remember to grab your keys off the counter before walking out the door.

You don’t know how far you walk, or for how long. The nighttime bustle ignores your sulking as you continue down the sidewalk. You pass by night clubs, convenience stores, other apartment buildings - but none of those matter. All you know in your heart is that this might be the end of you and Izuku. And the last thing he would remember you saying is that he doesn’t care.

You stop in your tracks. How could you say something like that? Izuku is the number one pro hero because he cares, and he has been a consistent source of comfort in your life because he cares. Was it really okay for you to give him such an ultimatum when you never said you could make him choose between work and you? Maybe you can return back, apologize, and try to talk things out. Perhaps he didn’t mean what he said, just as you didn’t mean what you said.

You run back to the apartment. Had you walked further than you thought? Your lungs burn with air, your legs ache as you run up the stairs, and through the front door. “Izuku?” you call out. “Izuku, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I said those things…”

But the apartment is quiet, empty of Izuku and his immediate belongings. He’s gone.

How could he just leave? Izuku may be petty, but never aggressive when upset. Especially when something as big as this serves as a roadblock to your relationship. Especially when you don’t know when you’ll see him again.

On instrict, your hand goes to your back pocket to check your phone but it’s not there. You pat yourself down a few times, but come up to the same conclusion. No phone. Did you have it with you when you left? You swear you left the office with it in your bag.

Your bag. It was thrown by the door upon first arrival. You tear into it, rummaging through laptop, files, notebook and planners before producing the damn thing. The screen lights up.

9 missed calls from Izuku <3

Izuku <3 (6:03pm): the driver is here. I wish we had more time. I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry I have to get on this plane. But people need me. I can’t just stand aside.

Izuku <3 (6:03pm): I hope we can talk soon

The lump comes back and doesn’t leave. It makes the tears come fast and hard, the gasps leave your throat as you throw your phone somewhere faraway before curling up against the door. Because are you not someone he cares about? Don’t you deserve to have help from him?

You bring your knees to your chest, feeling the bitter loneliness stronger than you’ve ever felt before. You always knew that Izuku was a hero above and beyond. The pair of you have been dancing around each other for as long as you’ve known him. You really assumed that things would be alright once feelings were sorted out and Izuku showed up that night all those months ago, promising a commitment to you. But you were naive. Feelings were not enough to enact the selflessness needed to love a hero.

Just before you fall asleep that night, you vaguely remember crawling onto the couch. Your body carries a heavy weight that lots of tears usually bring, along with a sore neck and back. You sit up feeling groggy and tired, immediately searching for your phone. Although the intention is to check the date and time, you still feel disheartened when you notice Izuku has not called or texted since his previous message.

You do, however, have some texts from Bakugou.

boss bakugou (9:46pm): Hey, call me when you get this. I should have told you about the nerd, but thought it was better you hear it from him. Hopefully everything has worked out.

boss bakugou (9:46pm): Or whatever. I don’t give a shit what happens to you two.

boss bakugou (9:46pm): I’m mostly kidding.

boss bakugou (11:02pm): Did Deku leave????

You blink, reading the messages many times over because your tired mind cannot process it normally. You debate reading the message, or just ignoring it and also skipping work while you’re at it.

you (6:34am): he left

Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

you (6:40am): it’s over

You should know that Bakugou would be awake at this time.

boss bakugou (6:42am): Still want to come into work?

A part of you doesn’t want to. But a tiny part of you whispers that you should.

you (6:54am): of course

Despite your reassurance, there is a numbness that comes with hopping into the shower and washing away the messiness of yesterday. Because no matter how long you stand underneath the water, you cannot wash away the words and feelings.

Because was this really the end of you and Izuku? He really did leave, finalizing everything with his choice - picking the world over you. Implying that you aren’t as important as his job and the people who need him is a bold claim. It’s not something one can just make up on the spot and not mean.

Getting dressed is harder than you thought. You have to put some spoons in the refrigerator to help with the puffiness of your eyes. You have to step into your bedroom for the first time since Izuku left to gather some clothes. For some reason, the reality of what exactly you’ve gone through with Izuku doesn’t hit you. It makes you numb, sure, but it feels like these are problems someone else is going through.

Someone who is not you, as you leave your apartment and somehow manage to find your way to the Riot Ground agency.

Kirishima and Bakugou are in the lobby of the building as you enter.

You aren’t going to speak first, and the heroes in front of you seem to know that. “The nerd really left?” Bakugou asks.

You really thought you wouldn’t cry, especially after crying last night and determining that you were fine enough to work. But somehow, external forces bring up the feelings and the lump in your throat returns. You tuck your hair behind your ears, internally cursing as tears start gathering in your eyes. “Well,” you start, unable to help the way your voice catches, the way it breaks. “He made his decision clear last night.”

“Man, he was just like this when we were kids,” Kirishima grumbles. “Always putting others before himself. I just never thought he’d do that to you.” He looks at you. “I’m really sorry. I hope he didn’t say anything stupid. He was going a little crazy during that meeting.”

“He…” you gasp a little under the weight of your tears, hoping that neither Kirishima nor Bakugou will comment on it. “He said… our relationship wasn’t important.” You sniff. “I mean… I also said some mean things. But… I really… didn’t think… he’d leave without saying… goodbye.”

Bakugou wordlessly passes you a tissue while Kirishima guides you down the hall into his office. Neither of them press you for details as you sit in front of Kirishima’s desk, trying to calm down.

“Deku isn’t thinking about himself right now,” Bakugou says quietly once your gasps have died down and the tears have stopped. “When he sees that people need him, and he knows he can help, he’ll self-sabotage himself. That doesn’t excuse what he said, but he likely isn’t thinking clearly.”

You nod slowly, not sure if you’re acknowledging Bakugou’s words or just trying to get a handle on the overall situation. “I don’t know what to do,” you whisper.

Kirishima nods. “It’s a lot to handle. And you don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure what anyone would do after hearing words like that.”

What would be the next step anyways? A text from Izuku first implies that perhaps moving the conversation along falls onto your shoulders. But what is there to say? Hey Izuku, I know you said this isn’t important to you and you left for another country for an undisclosed amount of time even though I said our relationship was over if you left. Anyways, how’s it going?

So rather than think about it - you wait, wondering if the right moment will ever come.

And you wait.

But you never seem to find the words to say.

Midoriya Izuku is away for a year and a half.

Your phone remains empty of his texts, his calls, or his love for the entire time. But you see him everywhere, especially on the news where the world is praising him for yet another save. Whether it’s digging people out of the rubble, or helping other countries with villain cases, or teaching society how to rebuild their communities after disasters.

He’s in his element. His tinge of sadness is probably the knowledge that he couldn’t save everyone, you think to yourself. Always watching him on your phone, or on your laptop when a breaking news notification comes up.

You’re sure he’s happy with his choice. After all, a year and a half with no contact is quite telling about his decision. Yours too, because you never mustered up the courage to ask how he was doing. You never talk to him.

Yet, you hear about him enough. Not just through the news, but through your boss and colleagues. It’s hard to avoid your pro hero ex-boyfriend when you work in the hero industry and so happen to have two bosses who have known the aforementioned ex-boyfriend since high school.

For the most part, both Kirishima and Bakugou don’t mention Izuku. They keep their opinions to themselves with everyday that goes by. They didn’t say anything when you started showing up to work without the necklace Izuku had given you, when you removed the matching phone charm, or when the couple's picture you had framed on your desk went into the trash.

It’s a line, however, that Bakugou crosses when you give him a box of Izuku’s things - the things he didn’t bring abroad with him like his extra sweaters, books, his favorite All Might mug, and that aforementioned necklace. “Listen,” Bakugou had said. “I know things have been hard for you, having to see that nerd’s face everywhere. But I’m sure it’s been rough for him. Why don’t you give him a call?”

“What is there to say?” you had returned softly.

Bakugou had rolled his eyes. “How about you start with saying sorry? I’m sure he also feels the same.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Would sorry be enough to make up for what you said? Would sorry be enough to make up for what he said? Would that be enough to repair the underlying issues of your relationship?

It’s a quiet year and a half. You move out of that old apartment, into a newer but smaller one. You work, eat, and sleep. You see friends on the weekends and watch dramas on the weekdays. Eventually, you stop watching the news every night. You stop getting notifications about Pro Hero Deku on your phone, which is why it comes as a big surprise when Kirishima approaches your office on a random Friday morning. He leans against the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest.

“He’s coming home.”

Your stomach drops without meaning to. A name doesn’t need to be uttered for you to know who exactly is coming home. You continue typing out your email, doing well to ignore that feeling inside of you. “Is… is that so?”

Kirishima nods, eying you worriedly. “The repair efforts are finally done. Deku refused to return until he knew everyone was okay.”

Of course he would, you observe. “I-I’m glad to hear that,” you muster softly.

Out of the corner of your eye, Kirishima is still watching you. “Ochako and Iida are hosting a welcome back party for him. I wasn’t sure if you’d be interested…”

“Probably not,” you say, eyes not leaving your screen. “But thanks for the invite.”

Kirishima makes a noise. “Hey, I think that Katsuki and I have been as hands-off as possible about you and Izuku - but don’t you think it’s been long enough? Why not just talk about your problems instead of avoiding them?”

You look at him for the first time since he stopped by your office. “I’m not avoiding anything,” you point out. “Midoriya said what he needed to say. I said what I needed to say. Besides,” you look back at your screen. “It happened. He’s moved on. And so have I.”

Kirishima walks until he’s standing right next to you. He leans back against your desk. “You’ve moved on, huh? Even more reason to go, right? That’s what a friend would do, isn’t it? Support your other friend who is returning home after a year?”

“He has plenty of other friends,” you retort. You’re not even sure what you’re typing out anymore, but it’s better than looking at Kirishima. He’s likely disappointed in your decision. “He wouldn’t miss seeing me.”

Your boss makes a noise of protest, but doesn’t say anything. He ends up leaving for an upcoming meeting, saving you the trouble of his further pestering. Not ever seeing Izuku again, you decide, would be the best option.

Unfortunately, life doesn’t turn out that way. Because three weeks after Midoriya Izuku’s alleged return, there is a knock on your door.

And you, expecting a package, opens the door. Your stomach drops. “I-Izu- I… Midoriya!” you choke out, your heart suddenly feels like it is launching itself into the sun. Your stomach doesn’t fare well either. You swear it feels like it’s being wrung dry. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, eyes flying all over him as if trying to make up for the year and half you haven’t seen him in person.

He’s different. His hair is a little shorter. It still has that curly texture at the top, over his forehead, but is that an undercut in the back? Oh dear. Today he is wearing jeans and a sweater with SWEATSHIRT in typed kanji. Well… some things are still the same. His eyes are still that deep forest green color. Today, they are sad. But they are wide, also looking you up and down like he is seeing you for the first time.

“Hi,” you exclaim after realizing neither of you have spoken words for a concerning amount of time. You try to ignore how distant, how light your voice sounds. You eventually manage to close your mouth. “Sorry, I…” Your thoughts are scrambling. “I was expecting a package…”

He seems to have found his voice. “O-oh!” he returns, holding up a box towards you. “That must be this. It was by your door.”

You try hard not to look at him as you reach over. You cradle the package, glad to have something to distract you as you fiddle with the edges. The first time you’re seeing Midoriya in a year and a half, and you are uselessly mute. You do open your mouth, but only to say something stupid. “Seems like the pro hero stuff didn’t work out, if you’re a delivery boy now.”

Midoriya blinks, quiet, and you curse yourself.

You close your eyes for a moment, opening them to look at him. “Sorry, that was stupid to say.”

He tries to smile. But it’s soft, sad, and doesn’t reach his eyes. You hate that you notice right away. “Not at all. C-Can I come in?”

You inhale slowly, tucking the package behind your back as you open the door wider for him. “Sure.” You watch carefully as he enters your apartment. He leaves his shoes on, but lingers at the entrance.

His eyes take in the new apartment. “I like the new place.”

“Thank you,” you say. You place the package on the small table near the door. “Midoriya… what are you doing here?”

He whirls around. “I’m actually here on business. Kacchan asked me to pick up some damage report.”

“Oh!” That was unexpected. It’s hard to tell if it’s unwelcomed or not that Izuku actually has a reason for showing up. It’s also hard to tell if Bakugou was actually too busy to come over himself. But it seems like a waste to ponder on that. “Oh, yes. That. I can grab that for you right now.”

You walk further into the apartment. Midoriya does take his shoes off this time to follow you. “Sorry for just showing up, by the way. I probably should have called you but…”

You start digging through your work backpack. “Why are you apologizing?”

“W-Well,” he stammers. “I know Kacchan sent me here on official business but… I don’t know. I don’t want to make it seem like I’m crossing a boundary or anything. I know Kacchan gave me your address, but still.”

Perhaps he is overstepping. For a moment, memories of his neglect, of your words, flash through your mind. But where you once felt hurt now feels distant and foreign. “Not at all,” you reassure, producing the file and looking up at him. “I mean, we’ve always… been friends, haven’t we?”

If Midoriya is bothered by your question, he doesn’t show it. He smiles again. Yet, once more, it does not reach his eyes. “Yeah. Of course.”

The silence feels like something dangerous. Izuku looks deep in thought, and it makes you panic. So you cover the distance and extend the folder towards him. “Here you go.”

He takes it. “Thanks.” A pause. “So, uh, how have you been?”

You rub your hands, definitely giving away the nerves. “I’m alright. Still working at Riot Ground, which is nice. I actually have to manage people… which is fun, but also nerve-wracking because there’s a team that relies on me to distribute tasks and be on top of everything.”

“Well,” Midoriya starts. “You’ve always been really organized, so I’m sure you’re doing great. Kacchan and Eijirou always have nothing but praise for you.”

You nod in agreement, not really thinking as you open your mouth to continue the conversation. “It’s nice that you kept in touch with them while you were away.”

You shut your mouth but it is too late. The words have already been spoken, and you regret it at once. Why? You were content playing pretend, just as you assume he had been - but now you’ve gone and opened your big mouth. Even worse, you forgot to run your thoughts through that filter in your brain.

Well. Not much you can do about this now. You’ve threatened the fragile peace of pretending, and now there is not much you can do independently. You pause in your movements, refusing to look at Midoriya. Instead, you stare at the wall behind him.

But it seems like you underestimate his kind nature. He doesn’t rise to the bait. From the corner of your eye, you see his nod. “I talked to them occasionally,” he starts softly. He pauses, long enough that you look at him. He’s staring back. “I just wanted to make sure things were alright back home.”

Your eyes widen, lips part. What exactly does he mean by that?

Your silence reads like an open invitation for Midoriya. He steps forward, opening his mouth - !

His phone rings, startling both of you out of whatever trance you were pulled into. You look down, shuffling. Midoriya jerks back, face shuttering before pulling out his phone. “K-Kacchan,” he grumbles.

Noises on the other end of the line. Bakugou, likely reprimanding him for taking too long.

After a moment, he jolts. “A-ah, you’re right! Sorry Kacchan. I got the files, I’ll head back over soon. No! No… there was no trouble. Okay.” He hangs up, looking at you. “That was Kacchan. I, uh, I should go.”

You nod. “Uh, yeah. No problem.”

He moves to make his leave. You follow behind just to see him out, but he turns around before he can leave. “Hey, so. Since I’m back… don’t be a stranger, okay? If you need anything, I’m here.”

Oh, a tiny voice whispers in your heart, fuck. He’s really continuing this game of pretend.

Valid. Izuku has never been good at confrontation. Neither have you, so you give your best attempt at a smile. “Thank you… Midoriya.”

His fingers twitch, but leaves soon after.

Pretending that you were always just friends with Midoriya is strange, but unsurprisingly normal considering your history with him. Now that he’s back home, his unexpected visit to your apartment seemed to enforce something: he’s willing to fake it as much and for as long as you are.

It starts small - hesitant texts he sends sharing something from patrol that remind him of you. Texts that transition into asking about your day, or inquiring about a show you mention. Naturally, you are hesitant to return the effort. But a small part of you, the small part that is soft on him, is elated that he is back and actually wants to talk to you.

“Of course the nerd would still want to be friends,” Bakugou scoffs. “You clearly don’t know your own boyfriend that well.”

“Ex,” you interrupt sharply. “Ex-boyfriend. And sorry I don’t have years of experience handling Midoriya like you do. Usually, when things end badly with an ex, ignoring each other is the bare minimum most people expect.”

“Well,” he snaps back. “You idiot. Deku isn’t like most people.” He quiets down when he sees the guilt on your face. “What are you going to do now? I heard you were invited to Todoroki’s party.”

That is true. Shouto himself extended the invitation to you through a text message you were surprised to get. After all, most of your friendships with the Izuku’s old classmates have slowed down a fair amount post breakup. In general, you’ve never been too big on attending gatherings of any kind. But since you and Izuku have reunited (i.e., you guys are just playing house rather than actually talk), it leaves you (once again) in a gray zone.

You settle with just trying to stay aloof. “I was invited, yeah.”

Bakugou glares at you. “What? You’re suddenly playing coy? You going or not?”

You shrug. “I don’t know!!”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s just a party. It’s not rocket science.” He pauses. “You should go.”

“What are you, my consciousness now?” you retort hotly.

“Okay, fine,” he spits. “Go. Or don’t go. And deal with a paranoid Deku who is stupid sometimes but not stupid enough to know when you’re avoiding him.”

You glare at Bakugou for a little longer, really hating how smart he is in spite of his brashness. You’re not really sure you can handle a confrontation with Midoriya right now, and you know that he’ll try to ask questions if you don’t show up. Especially because you know that he knows that Todoroki invited you himself.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go just for Todoroki,” you say, defeated sigh and all. You pick up your phone to look at the time. It’s 4:30, almost time to leave work for the day. “I’ll go home first to drop my stuff off then head over, I guess.”

“No,” Bakugou snaps, grabbing your work bag from the corner of your office. “I can see your tricks coming from a mile away. I’m not leaving you on the off-chance you’ll go home and pretend to be sick. We’re leaving now.”

“No, wait, BAKUGOU!” you exclaim, frantically trying to shut off your electronic belongings and gather the items on your desk that need to go into that work bag. “This doesn’t even involve you, why do you care so much?”

Bakugou whirls around in the doorframe of your office. “Because if that nerd tries to talk to me about you one more time I will blow his face off. We’re going.”

You try to act as if Bakugou’s words have lit a fire of meekness inside of you as you follow him out of the office. “A-Are you sure we need to leave now?” you fight weakly. “K-Kirishima isn’t even back yet!”

“Shitty Hair is patrolling until later today. He’ll be late,” Bakugou explains, practically shoving you into his car. “Besides, the sooner I get there, the sooner I can leave.”

You huff. “Your intentions are definitely in the right place there, Bakugou.”

He sneers at you, before turning up the radio and leaving the two of you in silence. It’s a bit of a drive to Todoroki’s house. But in Bakugou’s presence, you’ve never felt the need to speak words to fill the space. He’s enjoyed the quiet as much as you. However, today the quiet fills your mind with questions. Was it really okay for you to be at this party? Would your presence make things awkward? Was Midoriya going to be there?

Bakugou pulls up to Todoroki’s house soon, located in a quiet wealthy neighborhood away from the city. Despite the wealth that you feel in the air, Todoroki’s house is rather discreet and combines modern architecture with a traditional style. It’s beautiful - you’re simultaneously flabbergasted and impressed by how rich Shouto Todoroki is. With the high bamboo and trees, you almost don’t notice a gate on the property, unlocked by a code that Bakugou knows by heart. There’s a sizable driveway, filled with a few cars and a familiar figure that makes your heart both sing and drop.

Midoriya is in what you assume to be his car, scrolling through his phone. His gaze lifts when he sees you and Bakugou pulling up. For a brief second, his eyes widen when looking at you. But by the time Bakugou parks and you’re hauling yourself out of the car, that glint in his eyes is gone. He’s also out of his car as well, walking over to meet you halfway.

You immediately write that previous look off as nothing. Instead, you smile and wave as you approach Midoriya. “Hi Midoriya, did you just arrive?”

He smiles over at you. “Yeah. I was just answering a couple emails before you guys arrived.” He glances over at Bakugou with a look that is surprisingly… pensive? “Hi Kacchan.”

Bakugou grunts in greeting as he immediately starts making his way to Todoroki’s house.

You cast one last look at Midoriya, who is already looking at you. Feeling the awkwardness start settling in, you turn and follow after Bakugou.

There are more people at the party than you originally thought as Todoroki opens the door to greet you. You weren’t sure what to assume, only knowing that Shouto Todoroki is a relatively private person - but there is his entire class from the UA hero course and people you can only assume to be his family. Additionally, there are people you recognize from his agency - sidekicks and his manager, who (thankfully) you know.

Besides that, you are completely on the outside.

Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea.

Still, Bakugou’s warning about Deku is too prevalent to back away from. Besides, you think bitterly, you yourself had said it best to Midoriya. You’re friends.

You see Midoriya entering the house right behind you, and immediately make a beeline down the hallway. In your mind, the excuse is that you need to use the restroom. But asking Todoroki himself would subtract the ten minutes you’re banking on to find it. You’re not sure how long you’re going to be at this party. But every minute away from an unfamiliar crowd would be best.

You do manage to find a bathroom at the end of the hallway, telling yourself that no one is out there wondering where you are as you fix up your appearance in the mirror.

When you open the door, Mina is on the other side. She appears to be looking for something, until she sees you and you realize she’s looking for someone. For you.

She exclaims your name, bounding towards you. “I thought I saw you!!”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Mina is here, but your heart feels a little lighter knowing that you know another person. While dating Midoriya, you’ve had a few lunches or general hangouts with his old classmates. Everyone was always very friendly in that ‘this is my friend’s girlfriend’ type of way. From your memory, Mina was the someone who treated you more like a friend rather than Midoriya’s girlfriend.

“H-Hi Mina,” you manage, trying for a small smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she says, mirroring your smile. “How about you? I… heard what happened.”

“O-Oh really,” you reply, going stiff.

“Yeah, from Izuku. I didn’t know right away that you guys had… broken up,” Mina explains. “I was also sent overseas after that big earthquake. But I’m sure it must have been challenging. Frankly, Izuku is an idiot for what he did!”

You soften slightly. “Well… I wouldn’t say he’s an idiot. I think he just had to do what he thought was best.”

Mina smiles. “You’ve always been so nice and understanding. I’m glad to see that you’re doing well though! We should celebrate that.”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

“By letting me get you a drink, of course,” she exclaims, taking your wrist and dragging you back down the hallway. You catch Midoriya’s wandering gaze, but ignore him in favor of Mina taking you to the kitchen. She boasts about the soju and sake that Todoroki let her bring before the pair of you take a couple shots together. It leaves you warm, fuzzy, giggly, and prone to wandering around.

Eventually, as Mina gets caught up in her own group of friends, you find yourself in the backyard of Todoroki’s house - the shishi-odoshi hitting the rock and bamboo echoing in the quiet night, the sound of your shoes crunching against the sand underneath your shoes. Todoroki has a little bamboo garden in the corner, fixed with a bench and other flowers whose color reflects off light from the house.

Still cradling the mix Mina had poured for you, you take a seat on the bench.

It feels like you’re sitting there for hours before you hear shoes crunching against the sand. You jolt, whirling in your seat and heart dropping when you see that it’s Midoriya himself making his way towards you.

“M-Midoriya,” you stammer, tearing your gaze away first and staring down at your drink. “Did the party get overwhelming for you too?”

He’s quiet as he takes a seat next to you. “Sort of,” he answers vaguely. “I also noticed that you weren’t with Mina anymore. I guess, I just wanted to see where you were.”

You look at him. “You… knew I was hanging out with Mina?”

He looks back at you. “Of course. I remember that you guys would talk whenever you hung out with my friends. Did you have a good time with her?”

“Y-Yeah, we were just catching up,” you return, laughing softly. “I know it may look like it, but I wasn’t avoiding you or anything.”

“You sure?” Midoriya asks. “Because it felt like every time I tried to look at you, maybe get a hello in or something, you would look away or run away.”

Your hands suddenly feel wet and nervous. “M-Midoriya…”

He sighs. “And that’s another thing. You don’t call me Izuku anymore.” He looks sad again. “I thought we were friends. But you call me by my last name and you avoid me and you…” he trails off, seeming to try and hype himself up for something. “Are you with Kacchan?”

You blink, taken aback. “Am I what?”

He gets nervous again. “Are you… dating Kacchan?”

“No,” you reply dryly. “I’m not with Bakugou. He just drove us straight from the office. You of all people should know that I wouldn’t date my boss…” you cut yourself off, looking back down and frantically trying to figure out a way to end this conversation. “You know,” you say, just speaking words at this point. “You don’t need to be out here keeping me company. I’m sure your hero friends are more important than this,” you try to joke, but it comes out more serious than you were hoping. Your drunken words seem to unveil something unconscious inside of you that you thought you’d move on from. Goddamnit.

Midoriya doesn’t say anything, as the reality of what you’ve said sinks in. You really hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. But here you are: drunk, cold, hurt, and feeling stupid.

So you laugh, a hollow sound. “Wow, how much alcohol did Mina put into this? I better go find her and ask because this shouldn’t be allowed…” You’re standing up from the bench, leaving your drink behind, those internal red lights telling you to run despite your outward attempts to look composed.

In fact, you are about to run because it’s just too awkward. But Midoriya calls your name, softly. And you, always drawn to him, just have to look back.

He stands, slowly walking towards you. “I don’t know why I said those things. But I’ve always felt awful. I just never had the guts to apologize earlier.”

You wring your hands. Was he really taking the bait now? He must have been drinking too. But his gaze is clear enough to tell you he’s taking this seriously, and you’re too scared to run away. So you speak quietly. “I know why you said that. And you do too. It’s because you love your job. You can say that you’re sorry but I’ve always felt like you put everyone else’s needs before mine or yours. So… don’t say you’re sorry. Not if you don’t mean it.”

He’s quiet long enough that you turn around, about to return inside before Midoriya speaks again. “I was being selfish,” he announces, reflective enough to stop you. You turn around. He walks right up to you. “I thought about you everyday while I was gone. Hero work has always been important to me, yes, but you are my dream. You’re who I want to be with, who I want to love. I was stupid to take advantage of that.”

Your lips part, a sensation filling your body. Is it relief? Perhaps, anxiety?

You don’t pull away when his hand reaches out, waiting a moment as if expecting you to pull away. When you do not, he gently cups both your cheek, a movement so soft and warm that your heart melts a little.

But… it doesn’t feel like enough. His touch alone cannot heal the wound you’ve unknowingly covered for a year and a half. Without meaning to, your eyes water. “What… What do you want, Midoriya?”

He exhales softly, brushing a thumb along your cheek. “I just want to be with you.”

That makes the breath catch in your throat, making you realize you are actually torn between that relief and anxiety. Relief that he feels the same. But anxiety because you don’t know if that is enough. “I feel like I’ve waited for you my whole life. But I don’t know if I can believe you.”

His face falls as his eyebrows furrow and he closes his eyes. He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. He breathes you in, breathes out. “I know,” he whispers. “After all that, I don’t know if I’d believe me either.”

His eyes look disheartened and full of guilt. So much so that you cannot help but gently touch his nose with your own. “I’m not entirely innocent either. I said some mean things to you that night too, and I’m sorry. I should never have said you don’t care - that was wrong of me.”

He pulls away a little, but his hands are still on your cheek. Still sad but a little bit of hope glimmers. “No, you weren’t wrong for saying that. Once things calmed down overseas, Kacchan called me and gave me a lot of shit for what I said to you. I should have stayed, or talked things over with you. I’m sorry.”

You inhale soft, feeling a weight lift off your chest and no longer feeling like you have to make a run for it. “It’s okay.” You smile a little. “I know I just said I’d have trouble believing you. But… I do believe that.”

He laughs a little, more like a tiny exhale. His eyes are carefully watching your face now. “I’m glad.”

Well, you think to yourself, now that everything's out in the open, it’s probably time to ask the important question. “What does this mean for us?”

He hums softly, hands leaving your cheeks. But he does not pull away, likely trying to enjoy this moment as you are. His hands travel down to your waist, keeping you close. “I didn’t say all those things hoping we could try being together again. But I do want to say that…” he thumbs at the skin of your hip, always needing to be touching you. “I’m here. Really. I want to be here for you and for however long it takes you to believe me again.”

Your gaze flickers between his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his confession. “Thank you,” you reply softly. “I want to believe you again, and I want us to work together on that. I just think we need more time.”

It’s neither a full rejection nor a full commitment - but enough where Midoriya grins brightly. “I’ll give you all the time in the world.”

Honestly? At first, you think Midoriya is full of shit. Not in a bad way. Just in a tentative ‘is he really going to follow through’ perspective. You’ve always believed in Midoriya as a person. But considering the history, the daily ins and outs have required a little more work.

Midoriya had been away for a year and a half. You may not know his favorite food anymore or his favorite movie or his favorite song to fall asleep to. But something you haven’t forgotten about him is that Midoriya always tries.

Texts become more frequent, as Midoriya grows more eager to repair that bridge between the two of you. Surface level questions about your day turn back into similar text conversations of how things were when you were dating. He still enjoys checking up on you, asking about your day, and recalling memories that actually make you smile whilst reading them. Despite his behavior, he never actually pushes questions about your relationship.

He trusts you to communicate, just as you start to trust him once more with your thoughts, feelings, and insecurities. You go from pretending to be alright with Midoriya to actually being alright with Midoriya. And it doesn’t fill you with doubt. It leaves you content, happy to be where you are with him.

It comes to a headway about six months after Midoriya returns home - and you get injured at work.

It’s nothing serious. You sprain your ankle after missing a step going down the stairs at the office. Most of the heroes you could have called were out fighting some big villain on the other side of town, so the agency itself was empty of any heroes or sidekicks. Hence, your friend from finance drives you to the hospital. A couple hours of waiting, and you are admitted and immediately given ice packs, a pillow for leg elevation, and a recommendation from the doctor to get an x-ray scan to ensure no broken bones.

You decide to give Kirishimia a call after your x-ray, reassured by the doctor that the turnaround time for the results would take a little over an hour.

You almost regret trying to give him a call, considering what he was doing at the moment, but are surprised to hear him pick up the phone on the last ring. He calls your name, confused. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? I’m still caught up in the fight. More support has arrived so I think it’s wrapping up soon. Luckily we’ve been able to contain the damage but the first aid station is packed right now.”

“Eijiro, I just wanted to let you know that I’m at the hospital. But I’m okay.”

“What? The hospital? What happened? Is everything okay?” Kirishimia calls. “Do you need me to head over there?” A pause. “The police just arrived so I really do thing the fight will be over soon. Not every hero has to be present for the paperwork. I can come over right away.”

“No, don’t,” you say. “I’m fine, it’s just a sprain. I already did the x-ray scan and am waiting to make sure nothing is broken.” You smile. “It’s alright, Eijiro. Focus on what’s more important - protecting the people.”

Kirishima makes a tiny noise of protest, but seems to find some validity to your point. He is needed much more where he is. “Okay, fine. But call me when you hear the results.”

You nod. “I will, thank you.”

He hangs up, leaving you in the silence of the emergency room ward in a bed surrounded by a curtain. The waiting is long, leaving you with only your phone to occupy you. You watch some of the tailend of the big villain fight. Luckily, the damage was limited to just one of the skyscrapers due to all the heroes that rushed onto the scene. You catch sight of some familiar faces, of this echo of green lightning and immediately jump to thoughts about Midoriya. How was he doing? You hope he’s doing alright. He’s supposed to come over tonight, so perhaps you can ask him how he’s doing then. That is, if you’re able to be released from the hospital in time.

You’re about to take a quick nap before you hear the doors to the emergency room fly open. At first, you assume it’s a patient since you are, after all, in the emergency wing. But then someone is exclaiming, “Mr. Deku, please calm down! If you just tell me who you’re looking for, I can tell you where they are. Please don’t disturb the other patients!”

Deku’s name feels like a bolt of electricity running through you as you push yourself up to your forearms, trying hard not to apply pressure to your ankle as your eyes train themselves on the edge of the drawn privacy curtain.

Suddenly, Midoriya appears, wide and imploring eyes that immediately zero in on you with laser sharp focus.

“Midoriya!” you exclaim. “What-?”

“Are you okay?” he asks, quickly walking over to stand next to you. Without warning, he takes your face in his hands. Eyes search your face, likely searching for any signs of anything physically or emotionally out of the ordinary. “What happened? Where did this happen? Who took you here? Did you drive here yourself?”

“Midoriya,” you say carefully, firmly, watching the way he closes his mouth to let him speak. “I’m okay. I just hurt my ankle at the agency. H-How did you know I was here?”

He sighs, releasing his hold on your face. But he moves down to your hand. “Kirishima told me. And… it’s like with anything I do. My body moved on its own and suddenly I was running here.”

You frown up at him. “But weren’t you in the middle of a villain fight? You just left?”

His thumb is rubbing your hand. He shrugs. “We had a lot of help. The damage was at a minimum and things were wrapping up anyways.”

You look down, still lost. “But you love finishing up cases. You love reassuring people and always needing to make sure that other people are okay.”

His movement ceases, a time of silence he takes to kneel next to your bed. “Hey, look at me,” he says softly. You, helpless, look at him. “I know I was really bad at expressing this back when we were together. But I need you to know that you’re part of those people too. Not just that, but you’re the person I want to reassure the most and the person I need to make sure is the most okay. I’m sorry if you were thrown off by my arrival.”

“No, not at all,” you reassure quickly, tightening your hold on his hand. “I was surprised, but in a good way.”

He brightens at that, straightening up and kissing your forehead. “Okay. And I’m glad to see that you’re okay. Are they going to release you soon?”

You nod. “I think so. I got an x-ray, so a doctor will be giving me the report soon. They just want to make sure that nothing is broken.”

Midoriya brings your hand to his chest. “Can I wait here with you?”

You give him a private smile. “I’d like that.”

So Midoriya sits on the bed with you. Neither of you talk about his confession or what it means for the both of you. You just sit and joke around like no time has passed. He’ll occasionally fuss over your ankle, but it doesn’t last long. The doctor comes around and confirms no broken bones. He follows it up with strict orders to rest for the next four to six weeks before allowing you to leave.

The doctor comments about how nice it is for your boyfriend to take time off from heroing to see you off. You smile, hold Midoriya’s hand, and try to sort through the butterflies in your stomach.

Four to six weeks later, you take the subway to Midoriya’s neighborhood. His house is a place you’ve been to once, solely for work purposes so you still have the address on your phone. To be honest, you’re not even sure if Midoriya is home in the middle of the day. It’s Sunday, his new day off (or so he’s told you), so you imagine that he’s likely home resting. You hope so anyways.

Well, only one way to find out. You knock on the door with one hand, using the other to balance the tray of breads and desserts you’ve just picked up from that expensive bakery in the city. If he isn’t home, you might just have to leave it on the front steps…

The door swings open, revealing Midoriya in his casual attire of jeans and a shirt that says SUNDAY on the front.

You make it a point not to stare at the shirt in favor of looking at Midoriya’s frantic look. “Hi,” you greet cheerfully, holding up the box of pastries. “I wanted to bring you something.”

“Baby, what are you doing?” he asks, dragging you in by the waist. “You just got out of the hospital, you shouldn’t be walking right now!” He’s pouting cutely. He’s been more generous with his touches and nicknames since your return to the hospital, and it’s put you on a hopeful high where maybe… perhaps… he’s down to go out and give this another shot.

“I’m fine, Izuku,” you say mindlessly, not trying to fight your way out of his hold. You just hold up that box of pastries. “I was on strict house arrest orders from my boss and got daily visits from a certain someone so not only am I very well-rested, I am antsy. I’m not allowed back at work so it’s only right that I get a little bit of exercise. And I know how much you love this bakery and… are you okay?”

You stop because Midoriya is looking at you with that soft smile on his face - the same kind of smile he’d wear before telling you something important.

“No, it’s nothing,” Midoriya brushes off. He just takes the box from you and rests it on the table near his door. “You just called me Izuku.”

A little bit of your cheerful disposition from before vaporizes. “Oh. Um, yes… I did.” You gaze up at him. You were speaking a little too freely. Even though you and Midoriya are in a really good spot, there are still some things that haven’t been firmly established yet. Like, for example, what the specific label of your relationship was. “Is that too much? It sort of just slipped out, I’m sorry…”

“No, don’t apologize,” he says hastily, wrapping his arms back around you. “I guess with what happened between us and your trip to the hospital… things have just been feeling different.”

“They have!” you say, a little relieved. So his question wasn’t for disappointment, it was just curiosity. Again, you’ve underestimated his kindness and his love for you. But you refuse to back down again. “I… actually came here for another reason.”

His gaze is still trained on you.

You keep your head up. “I’m here to ask you out.”

Midoriya tilts his head, not fully understanding. “You wanna get lunch?”

“No, no, I meant… like, I want to go out with you. Date you. Try being your girlfriend again.”

His eyes widen, bringing you closer to him. “Are you serious? You… you want to try dating? You… believe in me now?”

His words from Todoroki’s party flash in your mind: I just want to be with you.

You nod. “I really believe in the things you’ve been doing to balance your life out more. I know you’re doing those things for yourself, and seeing you make the choice to take a day off or seeing me at the hospital made me happy. It makes me want to try being with you again, knowing that we’ve grown enough to put in our best effort.”

Midoriya smiles at that, big and bright as he cups your cheeks. “I promise you that I’ll never make you regret this.” And you, filled with so much love and hope for this, kiss him. He kisses you back, firm, simultaneously scooping you up in his arms.

You gasp out against his mouth, that shock turning into a fit of giggle. “Izuku, what are you doing?”

“I’m protecting your ankle!” he points out playfully. “Want to come down?”

You pretend to contemplate. He’s lifting you up so easily. “Hmm, actually no. Maybe I’ll just stay here and let you lead the way.”

He leans up towards you, signaling what he wants next. You indulge him easily, leaning down halfway to press your forehead against his. He closes his eyes, breathes you in. “I definitely intend to,” he says.

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