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tighnarly · 9 months

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Fan Service: Peeping Tom!Deku/Fan! Reader

Description: Izuku is obsessed with you and pathetic. You're obsessed with Izuku and unashamed.

Warnings: Voyeurism, stalking, masturbation, marijuana use, overstimulation, reader with vagina

When Deku was in UA the thing he looked forward to the most was becoming a hero and saving people with a smile on his face. Now that those dreams have come to fruition and crime rates have steadily decreased from any past records ,the thing he looked forward to most was his nightly patrols. It’s not the boredom and lack of much work that made him savor these late night patrols, oh no. There was something much sweeter than that the night brought.

Each night his patrols ended on your street, come hell or high water, villain interruption or not, Deku made sure he never missed your late night show. God save any villain that was dumb enough to cross him regularly but even god couldn’t save anyone that got in the way of his time with you. All that would be left of them would be pulp. There was nothing and no one that was going to keep him from you.

So each night Izuku approached your house at 12 am on the dot. That gave him 15 mins to silently bury himself in the tree outside your kitchen widow. While all other windows in your house remained covered, the ones in your kitchen never are, he presumed it to be because of the little herb garden you had in the windows.

Deku was more grateful to those plants than his own quirk, because of those tiny little plants he got to witness you dance your way into the kitchen every night turning on the light above your stove in nothing but a tight t-shirt and cute little underwear that was almost always from his own merch line. You’d bounce around the room making yourself a late night meal and cleaning up immediately after as if on impulse before you would eat. How he longed to be in the room with you, wrapping his arms around you kissing your neck while you cooked and making you sit down and enjoy your food and taking care of the mess himself. He knows you work late at a restaurant not too far from your place so eating this late is the norm.

His favorite days were your days off when you got high before this part of your routine. When you’re under the influence you dance a little slower, a little more sensually, as if all your worries disappear. You spend more time in the kitchen on these nights too, often getting distracted and dazing off. He wondered what you’re thinking about as you stroke the marble counter absent mindlessly or when you close your eyes as you put your cheek against the counter after every couple bites of your food and then slowly lift it back up with a smile on your face. It was all so cute and dorky and while weed was never Izuku’s style, he liked that you seemed to enjoy it and he loved watching and seeing what you’d do next.

It was also his favorite time of the week because it seemed like getting high always ended up making you desperate, sometimes he could see you forget where you are and slowly start to play with yourself but even when he wasn't that lucky, you always end up in your room and even though he still couldn’t see you, those were the nights he could hear you. You turned into a shameless seductress making pretty moans and gasps that he could just barely hear them through your walls but just those tiny chirps of pleasure were enough to make him rock hard in his hero suit.

God was he completely lost on you. The notebooks he had on you are countless, filled with everything he needs to prepare for the day that you would be his. The only thing that he didn’t know about you yet is how he’d construct the perfect meet cute with you.

If your underwear is any indication, he knew you were at least a fan, but he needed something more. Needed something that connected you to him on a deeper level. Needed you to love him back immediately and just as strongly. Deku needed you to worship him the way he already worshiped you so that he could fully devote himself to you and to make sure that you’d be his and only his. He just needed that perfect moment. So until that moment, his happiness rested on those stolen moments watching and loving you from outside your window.

This particular night was Sunday, Izuku’s favorite night because it means it was your night off. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t rush his patrol a bit quicker. He made his way into the tree just in time to see you arriving to your apartment at the late hour carrying a tiny bag. He could tell that you were already high from the way you seemed to giggle as you walked languidly. Deku wondered what you were doing out so late when you didn't work and made a brief note to make sure you'd never be out this late without him escorting you once you'd be together.

You opened the bag on the kitchen counter and what you pulled out made Deku’s mouth dry up instantly and his dick stiffen in response.

Almost as if to tease him you pulled out a long, green dildo with a small bunny towards the hilt, perfect for pleasuring your clit. Immediately Deku regretted being a hero for just a second when the urge to break into your apartment overcame him. (The irony that being a hero didn't stop his peeping habits was not lost on him.) He was almost willing to throw away his notebooks and his meet cute plan just to chance a knock on your door with a poor excuse as to why the number one pro hero was at your door at the late hour.

You released your new toy quickly from its packaging, carelessly leaving the trash were it fell to the ground. You began a cute little happy dance and you strolled from the kitchen into your room. Izuku almost sobbed from frustration that you were going to your room where he couldn't see you instead of just pleasuring yourself in the kitchen for him to see. Those tears turned immediately into happy tears when, for the first time ever in the time that he had been watching you, you opened the curtains in you room.

For a second Deku swears you looked right at him, but your eyes shifted too quickly for him to believe it was real. After countless nights outside your place, Deku finally set his eyes on your room, his jaw dropped at the sight. If people thought his All Might Room was overboard, he had no idea what adjectives they could find to describe your shrine to him. Every inch of your room was Deku merch. It was like you had no shame. Posters were on every inch of the walls, you had every figurine, every official piece of merch and even copious amounts of unofficial merch were scattered everywhere. The piece de resistance, however, was a lewd body pillow with himself on it. Deku turned a shade of scarlet so dark that Red Riot would be jealous. You slept with him. Even if it wasn't really him, he still graced your bed. Deku also took delight in the fact that the pillow provided proof that you were attracted to him, his cock burned even brighter and precum gathered on top at the thought. It made it even harder to not break in.

Deku then got so lost in his thoughts of fucking you silly while shoving your face down into said pillow that he didn't notice you take off your clothes or slipping your new toy into a harness and putting that harness on your pillow in the appropriate place, setting yourself a scene straight out of a fantasy. He snapped himself out of it just in time to see you straddle your make shift hero. Deku got the perfect view of your naked back and ample ass as you slowly descended down on the green dildo attached to his image.

Izuku came messily in his hero suit instantly.

He would've been embarrassed if you saw or if not for that fact that the sight was like watching the dirtiest porn know to man.

Deku recovered almost as instantly when you started bouncing yourself up and down. He then moved one of his scarred hands down to palm himself in sync with your bounces. Your muffled moans then made their way to his ears making him grip his cock painfully to stop himself from coming prematurely again. Deku watched as the green representation of his dick entered you over and over again, imagining your slick flower was encasing the real him. He was imagining his previous ejaculation was your wetness soaking him through his clothes, imagined how tight your beautiful pussy was, wanting to grind his dick in you so thoroughly that it could never conform to another dick again, never be satisfied by another again, let alone the cheap dildo that was in your pussy. Simultaneously, you both picked up your pace. Anyone passing by would see the tree Izuku was perched in had began to sway as he eagerly fucked his own hand.

Just as he felt the familiar spring begin to coil, you stopped and Deku felt tears of frustration slip down his cheeks. His tears were about to start a small flood when you turned to give him an even more, mouth watering view. Deku could have written poetry about your beautiful breasts. They were the perfect size for his hands to worship, he could spend hours with your gorgeous nipples in between his lips, could almost feel them against his tongue as he imagined biting and kitten licking them. As if they couldn't be more perfect, you began to ride the pseudo him again and your magnificent breast began to bounce and heave. Deku let out on vocal sob as his dick twitched and came all over his ill prepared hand. He would have to learn how to control himself when he finally got a chance to ravish you.

You on the other hand, seemed to have plenty of stamina as you continued to ride pillow him into oblivion. Deku's cock was painfully hard again and pathetic tears gathered in his eyes as he put his hand to his raw member once again, not one to miss any opportunity to come to you. Your hands made their way up your body slowly, teasing yourself with featherlight touches Deku wished were his own. His cock burned in a twisted pleasure-pain as he rubbed vigorously at the sight of you firmly massaging your breasts. Tweaking your puckered nipples, you furiously began to thrust yourself faster and faster onto your toy, back arching in a deep bend. Your hips stuttered sharply down as your body lurched forward in completion with a scream and Deku came painfully for a third time, gagging on his sobs, trying to stay quiet.

As Deku came down from his final orgasm, he didn't notice you coming to the window, too busy biting his own fist to stop any noise escaping him, trying to monitor his ragged breathing. Deku didn't even notice the sound of the window opening.

"You know," you said to the night air, "I always knew you'd have a pretty cock Mr. Number One Pro Hero."

The sound of your voice startled Deku so much that if not for the reflexes he trained so hard to achieve, he would have fallen head first out of the tree.

"I....hehheh....I don't. I mean I," Izuku tried to stutter out an excuse to think of some way to explain himself but ended up falling short.

"Well why don't you come in here and give me a better look at that pretty cock of yours, maybe put it to use and I won't tell anyone you've been watching me for months."

You laughed as he launched himself into your room at your invitation, happy your little show, your perfect trap, worked on your favorite hero.