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How To Care for Your Stray Hero

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Japan's #1 hero finds himself on your fire escape, again, needing some TLC from his favorite girl.

tags: vigilante!deku, aged up midoriya, romance, domestic fluff, smut, finger sucking, dry humping, clothed sex, lap sex, praise kink, two emotionally constipated idiots in love

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A slight rattle could be heard as he landed on your fire escape. You wasted no time padding over to the window, pulling your curtains aside to reveal your hero.

Your tired hero.

The vigilante hunched over, breathing slow and heavy. His costume was tattered and torn. Even more so than when he last saw you. It was caked with dirt. Possibly blood? His own, you couldn't be entirely sure. Darkness hid his eyes. The mask he wore gave a metallic ring to his breath.

Midoriya looked downright terrifying.

You pushed your window open, leaning through the frame to get a better look. The hero didn't move away from you. Not even when you reached out to him. Or when you gently pushed back his hood.

His verdant curls are what you see first—soft waves and ringlets draped over his forehead. Then his eyes.

Oh, those eyes.

Dark circles had been painted under them, exhaustion rooted deep into the orbs. Midoriya appeared to struggle to meet your gaze. Almost shamefully, he settles to stare at the floor. Your hand pauses for a moment—but only a moment—before you gently cup his cheek and guide his head upward.

No words were spoken. They didn't need to be. He worked so hard to push everyone away. He knew the dangers and risks of coming here to be with you—even if it's for a single night. Midoriya couldn't help but be selfish.

You were his little secret and his alone.

He tried not to take advantage of your kindness. Every visit, the time between when he would see you again just got longer. Some form of self-punishment. You knew he was a stubborn man. He knew it, too. You pushed him just enough without making him feel guilty, though.

The warm light of your apartment surrounded you. It practically begged the worn vigilante to come in. You looked like an angel, a goddess showing kindness to a weak and tired man. The pilgrimage to see you was wrought with pain, villains, and isolation—a path he had no regrets walking down.

"Come inside." You say softly.

His chest flutters at the sound of your voice. Your hand moves from his cheek down to the yellow scarf wrapped around him. With a gentle tug, you guide him into your living room.

He follows you wordlessly—obediently.

He shuffles into the living room, which looks to be too small for him. Midoriya's towering frame has become the centerpiece in your rather homely and tiny apartment. It was almost amusing. You shut the window as he idly stands by.

You take a few silent steps towards him. Now that he is standing, there is no doubt that he is much taller than you. His figure oozes strength and power, although his crestfallen expression tells you just the opposite.

You stand on your tip-toes to unclasp his mask. But you can't quite reach around to undo it completely. The vigilante dipped forward–-his face coming close to yours. He could have just as easily taken it off himself, but he wanted you to do it.

His green curls tickled your cheek, and you could hear his tinny sigh in your ear. With a simple click, you pulled it off of him. Midoriya's warm breath fanned against your skin.

Tossing the mask to the side, you begin unraveling the yellow cloth. Your hands roam down the expanse of his strong arms, which feel tough and firm under your fingertips even in this relaxed state. They keep traveling until they meet his hands. You hold them up to your eyes as you pull one glove off—finger by finger—and again with the other.

Despite how injured his limbs are, Midoriya can still feel the softness of your skin against his. You hold the large and calloused hands. Without much thought, you press your lips to his scars. His body stiffened at the feeling. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears as you placed tender kisses on his healed-over wounds.

You always found his hands attractive. That was not a secret between either of you. Midoriya couldn't wrap his mind around it, no matter how often you explained it…

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"Can I see them again?" You asked.

He looked at you with a slightly bewildered expression. But he obliged you anyway. Midoriya always had a hard time denying your requests. He offered you his hand, palm face up. You eagerly took it within your own, holding it delicately.

The crooked fingers and mangled skin were evidence enough that he could withstand a bit of mishandling. Yet, with everything you did, it was always gentle. As though he might break under your touch.

"I've been learning how to read palms, you know." You confide in him.

His brows raise in interest. It wasn't so much as a fun fact you thought to let him know. Moreover, you implied you would read his palms—whether he liked it or not. Not that he would complain.

"Really?" He says, watching you intently. "What do mine say?"

"Well, this line right here. See how it's long and curves this way? I can tell that means you are someone who overthinks. You get a bit in your head, but you are methodical. It's deep, so that means you must have a great memory." He tenses as your fingers drag along his palm.

Midoriya wonders if it's true. If just by looking at a line on his hand, you can tell all of that.

"What else?" He urges you to continue. Truthfully, he didn't particularly believe in stuff like this. He had his ulterior motives—mainly to keep your hands on him.

"This one is your heart line. And it says—oh my," Your brows furrow as you look closer. A tone of concern laces your voice. Midoriya leans forward, too, wanting to know what you see.

"What? What does it say?" He asks. You look up at him and smile a little.

"It says you are loved by many. You're really popular with the ladies. You must leave a trail of broken hearts wherever you go, huh?" You tease.

His cheeks redden, mostly from embarrassment. Almost no one would describe him as a lady's man. Flirting wasn't exactly his forte. Even though he tried to do it with you, he was pretty hopeless. He was lucky enough that you found his attempts endearing.

"Ok, I think that's enough palm-reading for tonight." He says, trying to pull his hands away.

Your grip tightens around him, unwilling to let go quite yet. His eyes widen just a tad at your strength.

"I'm not done with your hands yet. I'm still admiring them." You say matter-of-factly.

He says nothing in response. Midoriya watches as you continue to fiddle with them. Kissing every fingertip, every knuckle, every scar. They were strong, firm, and rough. And yes, while his fingers were crooked and his skin was defaced, you only found them all the more attractive.

He pulls away to cup your cheek. The warmth of his calloused hand practically envelopes the side of your face. You lean into his touch, placing your hand over his own. Midoriya runs his thumb across your lips.

Without thinking, you part them and bring his finger into your mouth. The sudden warmth and wetness make him pause; all he can do is watch you. Your tongue drags along the pad of his thumb before curling around it. The vigilante is keenly aware of your every movement.

His mouth slightly parted. A blush dusts his cheeks, and he instinctively licks his lips as he studies the sight before him. The heat and softness your muscle offered made his cock stir. He couldn't help but imagine you on your knees. Midoriya relished the eager and lust-filled look you had on your face. You took pleasure in the flustered expression he had donned himself…

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You moved on from his gloves to the red compression tape that wrapped around his arms, slowly unwinding it and letting it fall to the floor. Following that were his belt, his leg braces, and his shoes.

One by one, you peeled them off until only his suit remained. He watched you from the corner of his eye, primarily focused on the painting you had hung up behind you. You fiddled with the hidden zipper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"May I?" You inquired.

You always sought permission when taking off the final piece of his costume. He nodded his head, turning around to give you better access. Midoriya loved it when you asked. He couldn't place why. But hearing the question made his body flush with heat. It didn't go as smoothly the first time you tried to remove his suit.

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There was blood everywhere. You knew it before you could see it. The bitter smell hung heavy in the air, the metallic taste ruminating on your tongue. The green suit became dark with the ichor that gushed out of him. With all these layers, you couldn't possibly tell where the wound was.

He lay barely conscious on your couch. The only sounds coming from him were groans of pain. You didn't ask. Midoriya didn't seem coherent enough to answer anyway. Plus, why else would he stumble into your living room if not for your help?

Wasting no time, you fingered around for the zipper. You began to pull down until a firm hand gripped your wrist. With a jump, you looked into his eyes. The moans had stopped, and he stared straight into your soul.

Clearly, he didn't want you to continue with what you were doing. Right now, it was a battle of wills. And you were willing to bet you could take on the badly injured hero.

"Let me help you." You asserted.

Midoriya paused for a moment as though he were deciding whether to let you or not. Now wasn't the time for the brooding, self-righteous attitude. It was no secret that he was stubborn. Thankfully, you were equally so. He winces as another wave of pain courses through him. His grip loosens on you just enough for you to get to work.

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The suit rolls off of him. The fabric folds on itself as you bring it down. It reveals a masterpiece of pale, bruised, and freckled skin. It's pulled tight around his muscles, revealing a body sculpted from marble.

Now he's standing in your living room except for his underwear. Piece by piece, you had taken off his costume. Chipping away at the vigilante Deku until all that was left was a man underneath.

That was the rule when he came over. The outside world didn't matter. His names, titles, responsibilities, everything. It got left behind on that fire escape. It would still be waiting for him by the time he leaves in the morning. But at least for a few hours—for now, he could be a normal person seeking the comfort of another human being.

You walk around him, a hand dragging along his torso as you observe the damage. It looked like he had a few more scars than when you saw him last—mainly bruising, though. It brought a strange relief to you.

Midoriya instinctively wraps his hand tightly around yours when you offer it. You guide him towards your bathroom, opening the door and standing beside the frame. You offer him the privacy of showering alone. However, more recently, he has gotten into the habit of dragging you along with him.

He stands in the doorway, looking into the sandy-themed bathroom. There is a pause. You can see the gears in his head twisting as he tries to decide. His green eyes flick to you, who is already staring him down to see what he would like to do.

"Clean up. I'll make some dinner for us." You suggested.

He almost looked pained at the offer. Like you had kicked a puppy. Midoriya must have really wanted to shower together.

"Don't give me those eyes!" You couldn't help but laugh.

There was no doubt he was intentionally pulling at your heartstrings when a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was barely noticeable. Unlike the swell of your heart, which demanded your attention when you caught sight of the smirk.

"Katsudon?" He spoke finally.

Oh, his voice.

You grinned and pushed him into the bathroom. "Coming right up!"

You shut the door, giving him some much-needed privacy. Walking into the kitchen, you began your endeavor to make dinner for the both of you. It wasn't quite dinner per se, considering it was almost midnight. But a warm bowl of pork cutlets, eggs, and rice was always welcome. Just as you began to slice up the fried pork, you heard the soft padding of feet behind you.

Midoriya's lumbering frame stood close. The warmth of his body pressed against you, the smell of soap clung to his skin—your soap. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he leaned forward to look at your handiwork. It was now that you realized he was still in his towel, which was tied loosely around his hips. His green hair held a much softer curl while wet. It dripped onto your shoulder, and you squirmed.

"Hey! You're gonna get the food all wet." You tried to reprimand.

Your body wiggled, trying to push him away. It only served to have him hold onto you tighter. His hand sneaked past to grab a strip of meat and pop it in his mouth. Midoriya moaned softly at the crispy texture and savory flavors that coated his tongue.

"So good." He complimented, resting his chin on your shoulder.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. It was such a slight sound that had a resounding effect on you. Clearing your throat, you tried to refocus on the task at hand.

"I left some clothes on the bed for you. Go get warmed up. Dinner will be ready in a minute." You suggested.

Midoriya hummed in response, giving you a tight squeeze before departing to the bedroom. You let out a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. If only he knew the full extent of his effect on you. You served up the bowls and moved over to the couch. Your apartment was too small for a dining table.

"When did you get these?!" He exclaimed from your room.

Midoriya came trotting out wearing cotton All Might pants. You twisted around to see him positively beaming at the sight. His green eyes brightened in a way you only saw when he was stuffed deep inside—

Your cheeks flared up, and you turned around to face the TV. "Just a few weeks ago. It's nothing—I just wanted you to have something comfy to wear when you were here." You stuffed your face with rice, failing at getting the inappropriate images out of your mind.

Midoriya smiled at the thought of you going about your day and picking out something for him. Thinking of him. The image made a warmth spread across his chest. His rough hands tenderly rubbed over his heart, hoping it might help it slow down. He walked over and stood before you, waiting for your undivided attention.

You peeked at him through your lashes, hastily swallowing your bite to speak. But before you could even get the words out, he bent over, bringing his face close to yours. His thumb swiped across your lips to brush away a grain of rice as he gave you a soft smile.

"Thank you." The gesture made you swoon, catching a glimpse of the confident and heroic Deku in the moment.

It made you suddenly nervous and hyper-aware that you didn't have just any man in your apartment. You had Japan's greatest hero. Deku. Who had millions who adored and feared him. Who single-handedly protected the nation. It had been a long time since you felt…nervous around him.

These secret rendezvous have been a part of your life for some time now. You had gotten over yourself long ago and had grown to see him as more than his costume. But rare moments like these seemed to bring it all to the front of your mind.

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Deku rushed towards you. Your body trembled, your feet welded to the concrete. And despite how much you yelled at yourself to look away, move, and run…all you could do was helplessly stare at the defeated villain crumpled to the ground.

Death was so close. So close you could still feel his cold hand on your shoulder, primed to take you at a moment's notice. An eternal and unforgiving nothingness waiting to greet you. Memories, feelings, life…all snuffed out by the whim of a selfish villain.

"Hey…look at me," Midoriya's metallic voice commanded.

You couldn't even do that much. Stuck in a repeating loop of torture. It pained him to see you this way. That he had come so close to losing you. That he couldn't protect you. And if he had come even a second later—

He tried not to think about it. Instead, he reached out and gripped your shoulders before pulling you tightly to his chest. The motion snaps you out of your daze. His broad body practically enveloped you as though he could shield you from any danger. His hand rested on the back of your head, and you buried yourself into his chest.

"You did good. Lasting as long as you did until I could get there. I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

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You had stopped watching the show a while ago. Old superhero cartoons the two of you had repeatedly seen were much less interesting than the actual hero sitting beside you.

He sat with his legs splayed wide, taking up a good portion of your loveseat. His muscled arm draped over the back of the sofa, lifting his tee to show a hint of a v-line. His other held you firm to his side, drawing lazy circles on your arm. And his eyes. The forest held within them seemed to sparkle with amusement.

This was him. Izuku Midoriya.

Not the hero holding Japan together. Not the vigilante striking fear into villains. Just…Izuku. And he was all yours. For the few hours you had him tonight, at least.

He noticed you staring and tilted his head to look at you. His heart skipped under your curious gaze, but he nevertheless swallowed his nerves to speak.

"Do you want to watch something else?" He asked.

The hero studied you as you moved to sit on his lap. His heart began to buzz against his chest, making itself known. Almost like a dog excitedly wagging its tail.

Your oversized shirt lifted to reveal your soft thighs to him. And it was now he realized that you weren't wearing any shorts underneath. Not because he couldn't see them. But because he could feel your warmth through the thin fabric of your panties.

The hero swallowed thickly, deciding to look up instead of down. But he found himself caught in your inquisitive gaze. He tried to maintain his composure but still felt a familiar heat flush up to his cheeks. Midoriya clenched his hands, the blunt nail digging into his calloused palms.

Being intimate with you was nothing new, but the way you looked right now was sinful. Your head tilted curiously to the side. He noted how your hair cascaded with the movement. His eyes flicked to your lips, which had been parted and curled almost into a smile.

Don't look at the lips. Don't look at the lips.

He tried to resolve. So he ambled up over your rosy cheeks to meet your eyes. Which held nothing but absolute adoration for him. He reached up to the collar of his shirt and tugged at it, a poor attempt to cool his warm face. Midoriya relented and let his head fall back, unable to keep his eyes on you anymore.

Truthfully, it didn't matter where he looked. Every part of you served to be the object of his desires. From his innocent daydreams to the most salacious thoughts. It was not that long ago that Midoriya had taken a hit square to the jaw as he inconveniently remembered just how beautiful you looked sprawled out underneath him.

"Earth to Izuku." Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

His ears twinged pink at the realization he had gotten lost in thought.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"Welcome back, Space Cadet." You teased, poking his forehead with a playful smile. Something about you was so infectious that he could hardly suppress his own. "There's that million-dollar smile. I was wondering if I'd get to see it tonight."

He rolled his eyes, leaning back into the softness of the couch and letting his hands rest along your thighs. You admired his casual look: how his hair curled around his face, how his eyes observed you, the flash of his pink tongue as it swiped across his lips, or the endless freckles that dotted his cheeks.

Izuku was incomparable. And it was any wonder why he picked you to spend the occasional quiet evening with.

You leaned in close, cradling his face. He felt his skin go hot at the sudden intimacy. But he still refused to pull away.

"W-what are you—"

"Shh, I'm counting your freckles." You interrupted.

Midoriya blinked. You were so cute; it practically pained him. The hero quickly became pliant under you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

Your brain seemed to go haywire at the question, and your cheeks blossomed upon realization. You flitted your gaze between his green eyes and his lips. And then you nodded—not before completely melting his heart.

"Pretty please?" You replied.

His scarred hand reached up to the curve of your face, guiding you towards him. Your heart thrummed in your chest, and you leaned in to kiss his lips chaste. Izuku peered at your lips. And before you could ask for another, he was already pressed to kiss you again.

And again.

He noted how soft your lips felt—even as you hungrily took everything you wanted from him. Midoriya was happy to let you get away with it. So long as he got to have you just a bit longer.

Your hands ran up the expanse of his chest, fisting the cotton underneath as you desperately yearned to be closer. His hand came up to your neck, fingertips brushing against your jaw as his thumb rested against the column of your throat.

Your tongue dragged across his lower lip, teeth gently biting and pulling at it for entry to the rest of him. He sighed at the feeling, letting you take all of him and more.

He brought the hand resting along your neck down your front, gently pawing at your chest. He murmured into your mouth at the plushness of it. His finger dragged over the fabric of your shirt, firmly swiping over your nipple, which elicited a sharp inhale from you.

His fingers expertly teased you. Thumbs rolling across the sensitive buds, pinching and pulling at them over your clothes.

He loved nothing more than drawing out your whines and moans, learning the way your body reacted to him. Midoriya nearly whined himself as you pulled away from the kiss. But it was quickly swallowed as he watched your fingers hook around the hemline of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal yourself to him.

He practically drooled. Exercising every bit of self-control not to defile your chest, which sat so pretty in front of him. No. He wanted to admire them first before he lavished them.

Izuku cupped your breasts, enjoying how they seemed to bounce with every movement. His fingers sunk into the plush skin, giving you a tender squeeze. The pads of his digits rolled over your nipple. He noted how it pebbled with the movement, perking up just for him. Instinctively, he wrapped his lips around and swept his tongue across it. You inhaled sharply. And he could tell just how much you had enjoyed it when your back arched into his mouth.

"Just like that~" You praised.

Your fingers tangled in his mess of green curls. Izuku hummed against you, the vibrations suddenly making you whine for more. His cock steadily stiffened, twitching up to your clothed heat. The hardness pressed against you, mixed with the attention of Midoriya's mouth, hazed all of your senses with lust.

You raised off of his lap, and he almost seemed to frown. He wasn't done with you. Nevertheless, he rested his hands on your waist, waiting to see what you would do. His shaft bulged against the loose fabric of his pants. Midoriya's cock pressed up against his abdomen. You would surely see his pink tip if the waistline had been tugged down even a little.

Before he could ask what you were doing, you aligned yourself with his thick member and sat happily on it.

The thinness of your clothes did little to hide how you felt to each other. His shaft placed neatly between your lips, making your panties soak up your wetness. Midoriya groaned and shifted his hips to give you a better angle to grind against him. He watched as you rolled back and forth. His tip occasionally peeked out at the movement.

You bit on your lower lip to stifle your moans. His breathing was heavy as he held onto your hips, holding you down to apply just the right amount of pressure to his dick. Izuku was beginning to wonder if this was pleasure or punishment.

He gripped you strong enough to hold you still, lifting you up so he could tug down the waistband of his pants. The vigilante sighed and let you rest yourself back on him. You slid up and down his shaft. His tip nestled neatly between your clothed lips and pushed against your clit as you rubbed against him.

Midoriya eagerly watched you, committing the sight of you to his memory. Everything you did seemed to take his breath away. The hero had accepted long ago that his heart was yours and that he would continue to make Japan safer for you.

You lifted up ever so slightly, pushing your panties to the side. His cock eagerly twitched at the realization he'd finally get to be inside of you. The blunt head rolled between your lips before pressing towards your hole.

Midoriya sighed at feeling the entrance happily wrap around the leaky tip. The sigh quickly turned into a choked groan as you suddenly sank down on him.

He nearly bottomed out from under you, a gasp as his hands flew to your hips to hold you steady. Midoriya was too embarrassed to admit he'd almost met his early demise. You whined at the fullness of him, his shaft thoroughly stretching you in a familiar burn you hadn't felt for quite some time.

"S-so good," he mumbled with a hoarse voice. "So good, my pretty girl," Midoriya praised.

Your walls seemed to flutter around him at the sweet name he called you.

"Say that again." You breathed, slowly moving up and down on his lap.

He groaned at the sensation, enjoying how wet and warm you felt around him. Whatever control he thought he had quickly melted away under the indulgence of you.

"J-just like that. My pretty girl," He voiced again, his hand shifting to place the pad of his thumb on your clit.

A jolt of electricity shot through you, making your soft walls clamp tighter around him. He groaned at the tightness wrapped around him. At the same time, you whimpered at the pleasure of his thumb lazily stroking you. You continued to ride him, touching his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

The slow and languid pace was borderline torture for him. The way your pussy squeezed his cock as you lifted your hips. As though your own body didn't want to let him go. You took your sweet time fucking him. As if you had all the time in the world.

His head fell back, soft moans escaping from his parted lips. Meanwhile, you rode the vigilante at your own happy pace. You enjoyed seeing him like this. Relaxed and at ease. Lost in his own lust. Having forgotten about everything else. Completely enraptured by you.

He felt your movements quicken, becoming sloppier as you tried to get closer to your own end. Midoriya adored the sight of you drunk off of him, using his cock for your pleasure. He couldn't stop himself from reaching forward and pulling your face into his for a desperate kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips. And he drank up the moans you spilled into his mouth.

The hero gripped the back of your thighs, holding you steady as he turned the both of you over so he could be on top. The ease with which he carried you turned you on much more than you wanted to admit. You knew he was strong. But in small moments like that, he made you realize just how capable he is.

Your legs spread for him in response, eager to have him back inside of you again. He couldn't help but grin, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. Midoriya untied the drawstring of his pants, kicking them off before moving to slide your ruined underwear down your legs.

"So wet for me. All for me." He sighed, unable to keep himself from you anymore.

His lips crashed into yours as his cock plunged into your core. Midoriya set a relentless pace into you that made you whine and cry. The hero was never rough with you. But he would happily drown under the riptide of pleasure you gave him--bringing you down with him.

"F-Fuck," Izuku staggered out, his hips rolling into you. "Y-you feel so good." He admired.

This was his favorite part. Seeing you come undone by him. Lost to your own desires, only able to see him. Think of him. He loved how his name sounded when it came from your lips. Midoirya didn't know if he liked it more when you were begging for or praising him.

Your mewls only served to push him closer to his climax. So, he angled his hips in a way he knew would finish you. His hot tip pressed to your g-spot with every thrust. A cry tumbled from your lips. And you desperately grasped at him as your body became weak against the overstimulating pleasure he pushed into you.

"W-wait, Izu--fuck," You stammered, your body begging for a reprieve.

You whined, an electrifying heat pooling in your abdomen. The words could barely come out before he happily drew out your orgasm for him. Your walls clamped down on him, keeping his cock firmly stuffed deep inside of you. He moaned at the feeling. His head fell forward, his curled hair covering his eyes.

He wanted to pull out. He tried, but your cunt just felt so warm he never wanted to leave. And like you could read his mind, you permitted him. Not only that, you had practically begged him to do so.

"I-inside…I need it inside," You pleaded, your legs pulling him into you. Midoriya groaned, practically falling on top of you as his final thrust sputtered inside you. It was better than seeing you painted with his cum. The way your walls milked every drop from him. Claiming you in a much more intimate way.

"Fuck." He grumbled, which sent shivers down your spine. His heavy body seemed to relax against you, resting his forehead on yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Midoriya's green eyes had fluttered closed, the curl of his lashes brushing against his freckled cheeks.

And you had to bite your tongue from telling him you loved him right then and there.

The relationship, if you could even call it that, was a delicate dance the two of you tip-toed around. Never quite saying what you meant. You knew that his country, his work, being a hero--came first. And he feared that saying the obvious part out loud only solidified putting you in danger.

The simple truth was that when you two were intertwined as you were now, holding on tightly--afraid to let go. The words didn't need to be said. Two hearts that beat in sync knew the truth.

You gently kissed his cheek and smiled as he returned the gesture, delicately pressing his mouth to your face and neck. With your arms encircling his shoulders, he carried you tenderly towards your room. And as he lay down beside you, he drew you close. There was little you could do about how your heart fluttered at having your hero beside you again, even if it was for a single night.

"Izuku?" You mumbled, pressing your face to the crook of his neck.

"Hmm?" He hummed, eyes already closed as he drew lazy circles on your arm.

"I missed you."

Midoriya's heart buzzed from your affectionate words. And there was a pause in the air as he thought of what to say next. Miss was too simple. He didn't just miss you. He ached for you.

He loved you.

Your soft snores interrupted his thoughts. He pulled you in closer, holding you tightly.

"I missed you too," Midoriya smiled. As much as he didn't want to admit it, as much as he felt he didn't deserve you, he enjoyed these moments of domesticity—a peek at a different life—one where the fate of Japan didn't rest on his shoulders.

When you woke up, you knew the bed would be much colder without him in it. A note would have been left for you on your nightstand, the dishes from last night's dinner would have been cleaned up, and the clothes he wore would have been folded neatly.

He'd be long gone.

And you would happily wait forever for the return of your stray hero.

#im not even an izuku simp #but this #is a masterpiece

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bakugosatoru · 1 year ago

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mha was supposed to go on forever I wanna see deku and bakugou in the retirement home balding and racing each other with their walkers

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bakugosatoru · 1 year ago

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Off The Clock (Part 3)

Requests Open! Warnings: Explicit Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: BakuDeku Authors note: The final part of this fic (at the current moment! If people like it enough I will continue it!) I hope you all like it! Its always fun to write some smut. Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

He felt Bakugo begin to tilt forward, placing him gently on a massive king sized bed with soft black blankets. He unlatched his legs from around Katsukis hips, allowing the blond to crawl onto the bed above him, straddling his hips. He leant back on his haunches, his hands resting flat against Izuku's chest.

“Fuck” He murmured, his eyes scanning every inch of Izukus body. He may still be fully clothed, but with the way Katsuki was devouring him with those ruby red eyes, he might as well have been naked. He was so hard and every shift of Katsuki’s hips sent a shot of pleasure through him.

Katsuki smirked and rolled his hips down hard against Izuku, the green haired boy letting out a desperate whimper.

“Fuck I need to get you making that noise again” Katsuki groaned as he yanked Izukus shirt over his head and launched it across the room, his own shirt joining it on the floor quickly after. He smirked up the smaller boy before latching his mouth against one of his nipples, swirling his tongue against the hardening pink bud. His other hand slowly gliding down to the large bulge in Izuku’s pants, his palm gliding over it. Izuku whined again, his hips bucking softly against Katsukis hand. Katsuki continued kissing across Izuku’s chest, before trailing up to the boy's freckled neck.

“Kacchan, please” Izuku let out a shaky whimper, his hips still rolling against Katsukis palm, desperate for some friction on his leaking cock.

“What baby, what do you need?” Katsuki smiled teasingly, his hand squeezing Izuku’s bulge as the boy squirmed under him. Izuku’s green eyes looked at him pleadingly, his heart skipping a beat at the pet name. Izuku whined again, too embarrassed to beg for Katsuki like his body wanted him too.

Katsuki let out a deep chuckle as he began to trail kisses back down Izuku's chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.

“Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you” Katsuki murmured as he unzipped Izuku's pants, the smaller boy raising his hips to help him slide both his pants and boxers off his legs and onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing.

“Deku pass me that bottle”

Izuku could feel how red his face was as he glanced around for whatever Katsuki was talking about. His eyes finally landing on a small bottle of lube on the bedside table.

Izuku grabbed the small bottle and passed it back to Katsuki. His hand disappeared from his view as he heard the cap open and some of the contents of the bottle being squeezed out. He closed his eyes, waiting for Katsuki to touch him. What he did not expect however, was for Katsuki to take the head of his cock into his warm mouth at the same time his lube-covered finger circled around his tight hole.

Izuku's hands gripped the sheets as Katsuki twisted his tongue around the head of Izuku's cock, flicking it gently against his slit. He moaned as Katsuki finally pushed his finger into Izuku, pushing it all the way down to the knuckle.

“Kacchan” Izuku exclaimed, a yelp tapering off into a moan as Katsuki took his cock slightly deeper in his mouth. The slight burn of the stretch being soothed by the pleasure shooting through his body The blond chuckled, the vibrations reverberating down Izuku's cock and making him see stars.

Katsuki took Izuku deeper, feeling the boy's cock hit the back of his throat as he slipped a second finger inside him. Izuku's hand found home in the blond's hair, gripping the spikes tightly as he thrusted up into Katsukis throat slightly.

“So impatient ‘zuku” Katsuki teased as he pulled off for a moment.

“I’ll make you a deal baby, you can fuck my mouth while I stretch you open for me, but you gotta promise me not to cum okay? You're only cumming with me inside you tonight.” Katsuki smirked, his fingers scissoring the smaller boy open as he spoke.

Izuku nodded desperately, bucking back into Katsukis fingers slightly.

“Deal”

“Good boy.” Katsuki praised as he took Izuku's cock back into his mouth, taking it until it hit the back of his throat again. Izuku started to thrust into Katsukis mouth, and in turn thrusting himself onto the three fingers Katsuki now had buried in him.

Katsukis throat felt raw and full as Izuku thrusts his cock deep down his throat. He barely even has to move his mouth or hand, the green haired boy practically prepping himself as he fucks back on the fingers in him. Katsuki twisted and prodded Izukus soft insides, until he found the small raised area that would make the boy see stars.

“Fuck- Kacchan” He screamed as he felt Katuski rub his fingers over his prostate over and over. His body twitched as he buried deep inside Katsukis throat one final time before pulling the blond off by his hair.

“Sorry I was- fuck. I was going to cum” Izuku panted as his arm fell across his face, hiding his blush.

“It's okay, you did so well” Katsuki praised as he pulled his fingers out, wiping the lube on the covers before kicking his own pants and boxers off, finally freeing his aching erection from his pants. He reopened the lube bottle and poured an obscene amount on his length, dripping a bit extra on Izuku's stretched hole for good measure (and to see the boy squirm). Katsuki crawled back up Izuku's body and cupped his face, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, reveling in how absolutely cock-drunk Izuku already looked. He rested his cock between Izuku's cheeks, propping himself on his elbows to look into Izukus eyes.

“Ready nerd?” Katsuki asked, rolling his hips slightly.

“Don’t call me ‘nerd’ when your dicks about to be inside me” Izuku giggled, his hand reaching up to cup Bakugos face. Bakugo smirked, twisting his head to kiss Izuku's palm.

“Fine, what would you prefer? Baby? Gorgeous? Slut ?” Katsuki teased, his hand reaching down to line himself up with Izuku's pleading hole.

“We’ve got all night to find out which ones are your favorite” Katsuki smirked as he pushed in, slowly, as he watched Izuku's face for any sign of discomfort. But he didn't find any, instead he watched as Izuku let out a loud whiny moan, his eyes rolling back slightly.

“There you go baby, taking me so fucking well.” Katsuki said through gritted teeth. “Fuck you didnt feel this tight around my fingers, you feel fucking amazing”.

Izuku let out a breathy whine as his fingers dug into Katsukis shoulders. He had never felt so full. He’d been with a few guys before, but nothing that had ever felt like this. Katsuki was bigger than anyone he’d ever been with, but more than that, Katsuki felt like he filled up every single space that existed inside him, like they were puzzle pieces fitting together and this was the first time he’d felt truly complete. He felt Katsukis hips push into his as the blond finally bottomed out. Katsukis hand rubbed gentle circles into Izuku's shoulders as the boy got used to the stretch.

“You okay?” Katsuki asked softly.

“Yea, just really big.” Izuku nodded, taking a few deep breaths as he worked to relax his body. Katsuki smiled down at him, soft eyes scanning the freckles on his cheeks and an even softer hand brushing stray green curls from the boy's eyes.

“I'm okay, you can move.” Izuku nodded, his hand twisting the sheets nervously. Katsuki slowly pulled back, before pushing back in. A few more of these slow thrusts and Izuku chuckled breathlessly.

“You can go faster Kacchan, I'm not going to break” He smirked with a confidence he wasn't sure he could actually follow up.

Katsuki smiled back, his red eyes glowing with hunger. He pulled back before slamming into the smaller boy.Izuku felt the air in his lungs leave him with every thrust of the blond's hips, his body rocking slightly on the bed. Katsuki leaned down and caught the boy's lips, his tongue exploring the inside of the boy's mouth as he kept up his brutal pace. His hips slammed against Izuku's skin, the sound of his thighs hitting the boy's ass filling the room. Izuku let out a whine, his eyes watering as the tip of Katsukis cock brushed over his prostate again and again.

“Kacchan, I-” Izuku whined, his head whipping back and forth against the pillow as his body quivered. Katsuki groaned in response, burying his head in the crook of the boy's neck.His hands came up to grab the green haired boy's thighs, hiking them up around his hips, the new angle causing his cock to go even deeper. Izuku couldn't speak, the only sounds escaping him were whimpers and whines as he wrapped his arms around the blond's broad shoulders. His blunt fingernails dug into his back as he clung to him. Katsuki's thrusts became erratic as he felt his orgasm nearing. He slid a hand between them and began to stroke Izuku's cock.

"Ka-" The boy tried to choke out, his voice breaking off in a choked sob.

"Come on Deku, cum for me"

That's all it took, his cock twitched in Katsukis hand, cumming on both of their chests as he moaned. His body tensing as Katsuki continued to fuck him through his orgasm, the over stimulation making him shake. Katsuki thrust once, twice more, before groaning and biting down on Izukus shoulder, his orgasm rocking through him. He thrusted lazily as he rode his high, before collapsing on top of the green haired boy. They lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow, Izuku's hands tracing random patterns along Katsukis back.

"Wow" he finally managed to say.

Katsuki snorted, his arms tightening around the other boy's torso.

"That's one way to put it" He smirked, his face buried in the crook of Izuku's neck.

Izuku chuckled, running a hand through the blond's sweaty hair.

"I can't stay here all night, I've got classes in the morning." He whispered, not really wanting to move but knowing he had to.

"You could just...not." Katsuki said, raising his head to look into Izukus eyes. "Stay the night. It's late, I'll drive you to class in the morning."

Izuku blushed, biting his lip.

"Okay" He agreed.

"Okay" Katsuki smiled, peppering the boy's face with kisses before getting up.

"Where are you going?" Izuku asked.

"Just grabbing something to clean us up with." Katsuki reassured him.

He wandered over to the door and opened it, revealing a modern looking ensuite. He returned a moment later with a damp cloth and began to wipe away the drying cum on Izuku's stomach.

"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I?"

"Mm, no." Izuku shook his head.

"Just a bit sore."

Katsuki hummed and continued to clean them up. Once they were both clean, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and climbed back into bed. He settled his warm body back against Izukus, holding to boy to his chest and spooning him. Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsukis, reveling in the warmth and feeling the blonds breath against the back of his neck. He wanted to relax, he really did, but his mind was a mess. Was that a one night stand? Is Kacchan going to drop him off tomorrow and that will be it? Was it more? His mind raced as he clung to Katsuki, worrying that this was the last time he would get to be in his arms like this and that by morning he'd just be another notch on the bedpost.

“Nerd” Katsuki derailed his train of thought as he rubbed his thumb against Izukus arm.

“Hm?”

“Your thinking too loud, what's wrong? Wanna let me in there?” Katsuki chuckled, tapping the back of Izuku's head with the tip of his nose.

“I- hm” Izuku paused, gathering his own thoughts before speaking.

“I'm just wondering if you want to see me again after this” Izuku mumbled, practically burying his face into Katsukis arms.

Katsuki paused for a moment, before cracking up into a fit of laughter.

“Deku, did you think I just wanted you for a quick fuck? Oh God if you truly thought that then that's on me. Fucking of course I want to see you again, if it was up to me you'd be skipping class and spending all of tommorow with me” Katsuki laughed, kissing Izukus green curls as he held him tightly.

“Kacchan!”

“I'm serious!” Katsuki exclaimed, and Izuku could hear his smile in his voice. Katsuki rolled Izuku over in his arms, so they were chest to chest and face to face. Izuku laughed as Katsuki peppered kisses all over his face, as if he was trying to map every freckle that adorned his pale skin.

“Okay okay! I believe you!” Exclaimed Izuku, still giggling as Katsuki tightened his grip around Izuku's body, not allowing the boy to escape the onslaught of kisses.

“Yea?”

“Yes! I believe you! I swear” Squealed Izuku. Katsuki let out a loud sigh after planting one last kiss directly to the tip of Izuku's nose.

“Great, so no running off on me okay? I’ll take you to class tomorrow and then maybe after you let me take you out on a date, a proper one this time.” Katsuki suggested as he traced Izuku's jaw with his finger.

“I’d love that Kacchan” Izuku beamed, snuggling into the taller man's chest and letting out a small sigh of relief. He got to keep him, he got to keep Kacchan, this wasn't just some lucky break, he got a chance at calling this man his.

“Good, now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up. Goodnight nerd” Katsuki yawned, before burying his face into Izuku's curls and holding the green haired boy tightly.

“Goodnight Kacchan” Izuku smiled, letting his own eyelids drift close as he relaxed in Katsukis embrace.

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Off The Clock (Part 2)

Requests Open! Warnings: Suggestive content (No smut.... yet) Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: BakuDeku Authors note: Part two!! I'm so sorry this took so long to release! Hope you all enjoy! Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

There are many ways Izuku could have responded to that question, many ways that would have been perhaps a more responsible choice. He could have explained that he had classes in the morning, or maybe that he should hang around to keep an eye on Mina. But he didn’t.

“Yes please” Izuku said breathlessly, shocking himself with his response.

“Yea? Oh I was hoping you'd say that” Katsuki grinned as he helped Izuku off his lap and grabbed his things off the table.

“I gotta go settle the tab with Sero, did you wanna say bye to your friend?”

God no, how am I going to explain this?

“Probably should” Smiled Izuku as he slid out of the booth behind Bakugo, gathering his things as well. Bakugo strolled off towards the bar so Izuku took that as his cue to wander over to Mina and Kirishima.

“Oh hey ‘Zuku!” Beamed Mina, her legs over Kirishimas lap as she lounged in the booth.

“Hey Mina, having fun?” Izuku laughed, nodding politely at Kirishima in acknowledgement.

“So much fun! But I'm surprised your still here, I would have assumed you would have headed home. Bakugo did tell you Kiri's driving me home right?” Mina asked.

“Uh yea, I've just been having a few drinks…” Izuku shrugged, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh? OH” Mina's eyes shot open.

“Izuku getting drunk in a host club with hosts? Have I had too much to drink or did pigs just start flying?”

“No Mina it's not like that it wasn't with a host … Okay well it was but not like that!” Izuku waved his arms in denial as Kirishima began to laugh. “He wasn’t, well he isn’t working right now… we were just hanging out and having a drink is all! I just came to tell you I’m heading home!” Izuku babbled again, his face burning as his friend smirked at him with a knowing glare.

“Your just heading home?” Kirishima asked teasingly, causing Mina to smack his leg playfully.

“Leave Izuku alone! I’m sure he’s just going home to rest!” Mina defended her friend.

Izuku sighed, nodding in agreement. ‘Maybe if he walked over to the bar Mina would be to focused on Kirishima to notice him leaving with someone’ Izuku thought to himself ‘Otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it’. That plan quickly flew out the window as he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. Izuku saw Mina’s eyes widen in shocked glee as he immediately knew who it was.

“You done saying goodbye nerd?” Bakugo asked, resting his chin on the top of Izuku’s green curls. Izuku felt his entire neck and face turn red as he looked at his pink friend, silently pleading with her not to make a scene. Mina smiled knowingly as she shot Izuku a wink.

“He was just leaving” Mina waved her hand casually, gesturing Izuku to leave.

“Perfect” Smiled Katsuki. “See you later Red” The blond waved to his friend, who waved in response. Izuku quickly found himself being shuffled towards the door of the club, Katsukis hand on the small of his back. Izuku hadn't noticed it before but Kacchans hands were really big, his palm and fingers almost covering his entire lower back.

The two walked out into the cold evening, winter looming over the ending spring.

“Want to just take my car? It's in the car park” Izuku offered.

“We may not have drank much, but my apartments only a short walk, i’d rather not risk it” Bakugo replied

“Oh… good point” Izuku responded, having completely forgotten about the drinks consumed earlier.

Izuku felt a chill run over his body, it had been warmer earlier in the day and he hadn't exactly planned for the chilly evening. As a result, his vintage All-Might T-shirt was doing very little to stave off the evening chill.

He heard Bakugo let out an exasperated ‘tsk’ before his shoulders were covered with the blonds jacket. Katsuki’s strong arm slung softly across Izuku's shoulders as they walked.

“My apartment’s a few minutes walk, wouldn't exactly be very good of me to let you get a cold or whatever” Katsuki shrugged.

“But what about you?” Izuku protested. Katsuki let out a curt laugh.

“Unlike you nerd, I dressed for the weather. I'll be fine”

He was right, unlike Izuku's thin T-shirt, Bakugos long-sleeved shirt was much better suited for the weather. The green haired boy relented, squeezing himself slightly closer to Bakugos side. ‘Should help keep him warm’ He rationalized to himself.

Bakugo let out a relaxed hum as he held the other boy tighter, the chill of the evening completely forgotten.

“So” Katsuki broke the silence once again “I gotta ask, are you actually an All Might fan or did you just find that shirt at a store. Both are fine or whatever… I'm just curious”

“Oh my shirt? No, I love All Might! I got every single design that came out with this shirt's release. It was the limited edition drop they did for the recent movie. It was almost impossible to get!” Izuku lit up as he spoke, gesturing excitedly as he explained his love for the hero. Katsuki felt a smile spread across his face as he watched the freckled boy explain the intricacies of getting that limited edition shirt. His excitement was pure sunshine to Katsuki, and he gladly basked in its warmth.

“You're cute when you get excited,” Katsuki chuckled, brushing a stray strand of green hair from the boy's eyes.

“I- thanks” Izuku blushed, avoiding the taller man’s gaze. “Sorry I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent”

“Hey I just said it was cute didn’t I? Besides, I like All Might too.”

“Really?” Izuku exclaimed excitedly.

“Yea nerd, I’m honestly surprised you didn't notice with my bag.” Katsuki smirked, holding up his leather messenger bag.

Izuku looked at it closely, or as closely as he could as they walked. It just seemed like a regular black leather messenger bag… until he saw it. A small golden embossed All Might logo. Izuku knew what this bag was.

“No way, thats not…. Is it? Is that the bag they got on the set of the last movie? I thought only cast and crew were given that!? All Might uses his some times, i've seen it on interviews!” Izuku babbled excitedly, quickly scooping up the messenger bag into his arms when Katsuki offered it to him.

“The very one” Bakugo smiled proudly, adoring the way the nerd vibrated with excitement.

“How?!”

“One of my clients, she worked on the film but wasn't actually that big of an All Might fan herself, so she gave it to me. I tried to tell her no, I don't exactly like taking extravagant gifts from clients… but honestly how could I say no. I own the exact same model bag that All Might owns, couldn’t turn that opportunity down”. Katsuki grabbed the bag back from Izuku's outstretched hand, before quickly swinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing Izuku's hand with his own.

They walked in a comfortable silence for a few more minutes, Katsukis hand keeping Izukus warm as they made there way through the quiet dusky streets. Bakugo stopped the two of the outside a higher-end apartment complex. One of those modern ones you see on a beach front, except this one was tucked amongst other older buildings, standing out slightly on the landscape.

“This is it” Katsuki said as he scanned a card on a reader next to the large front door, the door clicking open. They strolled through a bright modern reception area before stepping into a equally up-class elevator.

Izuku wasn't poor per say, but he was a university student working part time at a local cafe, he lived with 3 roommates (one of whom being Mina) in a small student house. This level of luxury wasn't exactly what he was used to.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, whose eyes were already on him, he opened his mouth to compliment Katsukis apartment building but froze when Katsukis hand softly cupped his cheek.

“Sorry Deku… I just.” Katsuki paused, his cheeks going a deep red for the first time in the evening. For the first time Katsuki looked like the nervous one, his free hand fiddled mindlessly with the hem of his shirt.

“Been waiting until I got you alone but…can I kiss you?”

Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat and not trusting his voice, he just nodded.

Katsuki smiled, before leaning in and kissing the green haired boy softly, one hand gingerly holding his face, and the other gliding up to rest against his lower back. He tugged the smaller boy flush against his chest as he kept kissing him, Izuku's arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He clung to the blond as he felt himself be lead backwards out of the elevator, lips never leaving each other's as they stumbled out into the hallway.

A slow growl rumbled in the back of Katsukis throat as his hand slipped lower, grabbing a handful of Izuku's ass and squeezing it possessively, earning him a whiny moan against his lips. His tongue danced across Izukus bottom lip as he attempted to deepen the kiss; but to his immense displeasure, Izuku pulled back.

Katsuki cocked his eyebrow, silently asking if he'd maybe gone to far to fast. Izuku looked wrecked, his entire face and neck was red and he panted softly, his lips wet with spit.

“Sorry was that too mu-”

“Kacchan, you can do whatever you want to me, as soon as we're out of the hallway.”

Katsuki let out a low chuckle as he grabbed Izuku's hand and dragged him towards the door at the left of the hallway, quickly scanning his key card with his free hand and throwing the two of them through the threshold, slamming the door behind him. Izuku took the opportunity to look around the apartment. It was big, sweeping floor to ceiling windows covered one side of the open modern living room; stairs jutting out of the white walls lead up to the second story.

“Wow…” Izuku mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

“Nerd, I'll give you a full tour whenever you want but if I don't get my hands on you. I'm going to explode.” Katsuki said from behind him, his muscular arms once again wrapping around his torso.

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Izuku smiled, turning around in the taller boy's arms and kissing him quickly again. Katsuki let out a moan of satisfaction as he quickly slipped his tongue between Izukus lips. The green haired boy tilted his head, allowing Bakugos tongue to swipe deeper against his own. His head was swimming, this was uncharted territory.

Izuku was no blushing virgin, he's kissed and slept with guys before but nothing like this. Every brush of Katsukis hand against his body sent his brain spinning, he wanted the taller man to devour him. Thankfully, Katsuki seemed to want the exact same thing.

He let out a noise of surprise as Katsukis hands gripped his thighs and lifted him up, Izuku quickly wrapping his legs around Bakugos waist, so as to not fall.

“Kacchan!”

“Hold on tight ‘zuku” Murmured Katsuki as he started towards a room further into the apartment. Izuku settled his head against the crook of Katsuki's neck, kissing gently against his neck, earning him some appreciative hums from the man carrying him. Katsuki pushed the door at the end of the apartment open with his hip and carried the boy in.

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Off The Clock (Part 1)

Requests Open! Warnings: Suggestive content (No smut.... yet) Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: BakuDeku Authors note: My first multi-part fic! I wrote the MAJORITY of this fic while being bored at work or on break but i'm loving how its turning out. Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

This is really not how Izuku had wanted to spend his Saturday night. But it was Mina's birthday after all and if she wanted to spend it crawling all over her host crush at his club then he would put up with it. All he really had to do was sit and wait for her, and then driver her home when she inevitably got a little too drunk.

"Not your scene huh?"

A voice derailing his train of thought

"Huh?"

Izuku turned, only to be faced with one of the most attractive men he'd seen in his life. The rest of the host were stereotypically attractive, even if not exactly his type, but the blond standing before him was an entirely other level. Spiked blond hair, pure lean muscle, and eyebrow and lip piercings that worked to catch the light of the dim bar.

"Most people don't come to the club to sit by themselves and stare at an empty glass" The blond chided, gesturing to Izuku's long empty drink.

"Oh, I'm just here waiting for my friend to finish up, i'm her ride home" Izuku smiled politely. Izuku knew how host clubs worked, the handsome men flirt with you, get you to buy expensive bottles of booze, make you feel like the center of the world. and then do it all again with the next person foolish enough to fall into their trap.

"I'm Bakugo, by the way" The blond stepped to the side of Izuku's chair, smiling down at him.

"Izuku" He responded, nodding politely. He really didn't want to give this guy the wrong idea, he wasn't there for that kind of thing.

"How long do you think you'll have to wait for your friend huh?" The taller man asked.

"I- Probably a while... we just got here 15 minutes ago" Izuku sighed, dreading how slow the time was going.

"Well then you'll just have to keep me company until your friends ready to go" Bakugo smirked, his hands resting on the back of Izuku's chair.

"I- I'm very flattered and I don't want to be rude. I-" Izukus cheeks burned red and he tried to quell his gay panic for long enough that he could explain his situation to Bakugo.

"I'm not really here to spend money or anything, I'm just here to wait for Mina and drive her home... You'd be much better off spending your time on someone else, sorry"

Izuku babbled out, his eyes still locked to his empty glass.

"Ah, that's a shame" Katsuki shrugged, as he stepped back from Izuku's chair.

Izuku let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Disappointed he would be loosing the blonds attention but understanding it was probably for the best.

That was until the barstool next to him was pulled out, Bakugo sitting down and turning to Izuku with a cocky smile.

"Good thing that's not why I'm here, nerd."

"Oh?" Izuku spluttered, his eyes locked on the attractive man next to him.

It took Izuku every ounce of his willpower to not choke on his own breath as Bakugo smiled at him.

"Unless you had other plans for the evening of course?" He smiled, entertained by the green haired boy's panicked expression.

"No, not at all! I just kind of planned to sit and wait for my friend is all"

Bakugo nodded, before waving the Bartender over.

"Sero, two more of whatever the nerd was drinking"

Izuku opened his mouth to protest but was quickly interrupted.

"On my tab nerd, don't worry" Bakugo slid a black card across the bar, which Sero quickly picked up as he walked away to prepare their drinks.

"So which ones your friend?" Bakugo mused, looking around the dimly lit lounge at the patrons.

"Her, over there, that's Mina, she's a good friend of mine" Izuku pointed at the horned girl sitting in a corner booth, currently fawning over a spiked red-haired boy who was sitting next to her in the booth.

"Ah she's one of Spiky-hairs girls huh?" Bakugo smirked

"Spiky hair?" Izuku asked.

"Kirishima, the red head. He's been working here almost as long as me" Bakugo explained, before pausing and looking closer at the pair sitting in the booth.

"Shes not one of his regulars though, is it her first time here?" Bakugo asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Oh no I don't think so, I think she came here once with Jirou. We're university students so we don't really have much money so she only comes by once and a while I guess." Izuku explained, honestly relieved that Mina hadn't been spending more time here than he was lead to believe.

"Smart girl" Bakugo mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

"I mean she'd be smarter if she didn't waste her time in places like this anyway" Bakugo laughed, a sound that Izuku very quickly realized he adored.

"Oh? What makes you say that? I mean you work here don't you?" Izuku asked.

"I mean yea, doesn't mean I agree with this bullshit. Its my job to make women feel like the center of the world for a bit, which in moderation, sure it's great. But when someone's coming back week after week you know it ain't healthy" Bakugo shrugged, nodding to Sero as he slid two drinks in front of them.

"Huh, I guess that's fair, just surprised that someone who works here thinks that way." Izuku said, reaching for his drink and taking a sip, just as Bakugo did the same.

"Is this cola?" Bakugo asked, clearly holding in a laugh.

"I thought you'd at least be drinking something alcoholic"

"I'm Mina's designated driver! I can't exactly just be sitting here getting drunk" Izuku laughed

"Plus, I like cola" Izuku pouted, taking another drink from his glass.

"Hey I like it as much as the next guy but it's a Saturday night 'Zuku, we're gonna live a little. I'll be right back." Bakugo chided as he stood up, strolling over to the table where Mina and Kirishima were sitting, practically in each other's laps at this point.

Izuku watched as Bakugo leant over and whispered something to Kirishima, who cracked up laughing before flashing a smile at the green haired boy sitting at the bar. Mina looked over at him, giving him a confused glance which he returned, she clearly couldn't hear what they were saying either, despite being directly in Kirishima's lap. A few more moments of whispering back and forth and Bakugo turned back towards the bar, strolling back over with an accomplished grin on his face.

"Sero, two orange gins"

"Bakugo seriously I can't, I need to-"

"Stop your whining, I took care of it nerd"

"Kirishimas going to take her home, he owed me a favor anyway, and honestly he didn't seem opposed to the idea, think he's genuinely enjoying your friends company" Bakugo shrugged.

"You... why? You didn't have to do that" Izuku stammered.

"Oi, don't go thinking I did it out of the kindness of my heart, I got ulterior motives"

Izuku felt his chest tighten, is this where he asks him to buy an expensive bottle? He knew that this handsome guy giving him so much attention was too good to be true.

Bakugo laughed again, the worry that was clearly crossing Izuku's face was kind of adorable in a way.

"Calm down nerd, I'm not asking for your first born, just want you to stay and drink with me for tonight." Bakugo smiled, gentler than before.

"Oh, uh-" Izuku stuttered as Bakugo held his hand out, patiently waiting for Izuku to take it.

"C'mon, the booths are more comfortable" He smiled.

Izuku took a deep breath, he had no idea what God was watching over him right now but he wasn't going to waste this chance.

"Sure Bakugo, I'd like that" Izuku smiled, rising from his barstool and taking the blonds hand.

"Sero, just bring the drinks over to our booth, oh and keep my tab going" He shouted over his shoulder towards the bar, Sero nodding in response.

"Oh and nerd, just call me Katsuki, only my clients really call me Bakugo, just seems... formal or whatever". The blond mumbled, and if Izuku didn't know any better, he'd say Katsuki was blushing.

"Katsuki.... or Kacchan..." Izuku teased, giggling as the larger man pushed him onto the plush seating of the corner booth.

"If your calling me Kacchan, then I'm calling you Deku" Katsuki shot back, sliding into the booth next to Izuku, his arm reaching up to rest on the back of the seat and mindless playing with a few stray curls of Izuku's green hair.

"How's that fair! Kacchan’s a nice nickname! Doesn't Deku mean idiot or something?" Izuku pouted, turning away from Kacchan and facing the wall.

Katsuki let out a loud laugh and Izuku felt his cheeks grow red once again.

"Nah it's cute nerd, suits you" Kacchan teased.

Yup, his cheeks were definitely red, he could feel the heat growing in his face and he desperately tried to find somewhere to look besides Katsukis eyes.

Thankfully, Sero came to the rescue, sliding two glasses filled with an amber liquid and garnished with an orange slice onto the table.

"Thanks Sero" Bakugo nodded at the bartender.

"Katsuki, didn't you finish an hour ago?" Sero asked, crossing his arms inquisitively

"Yea, I'm not on the clock" Bakugo waved him off, leaning back and wrapping his arm around Izuku's shoulders.

"Found something worth staying around for though." He smirked, grabbing his glass with his free hand and taking a sip as Izuku turned to him with an embarrassed smile, leaning into his hold slightly.

"Ah, well stay out of trouble you two" Sero responded, shaking his head and chuckling as he strolled back to the bar.

"No promises" Bakugo smirked.

Izuku felt like he was going to explode, he was sitting next to the hottest guy he had ever seen and this guy was ~spoiling~ him! Buying him drinks, wrapping his arm around him. Izuku could barely sit still.

He reached out to take a sip of the drink Sero had placed in front of him in an attempt to calm his nerves.

"Oh! This is good" Izuku exclaimed after taking a sip.

"I'm glad nerd, it's my favorite on the menu here" Katsuki sighed happily as he leaned back, watching as Izuku put his drink back on the table, before swiftly pulling the green haired boy onto his lap.

"Kacchan!" Izuku exclaimed, giggling as he gripped his forearm as to not fall of his lap.

"What, my lap was cold, keep it warm for me Deku" Katsuki murmured right against Izuku's ear, sending a shiver straight down his spine like a bolt of lightning.

Both of their attention was grabbed by a high pitch laugh from the other side of the club.

"Seems like your friends having a good time" Bakugo mused, taking another sip of his drink.

"Mhm, I'm glad, it's her birthday, she deserves it" Izuku mused, following Katsukis lead and taking another drink. Bakugo hummed in response, craning his neck to look over at Mina and Kirishima across the club.

"Kirishima looks like he's having a good time too" Katsuki said, Izuku couldn't see it, but he could hear the slight smile in his voice.

"Oh? But I mean, that's his job right?" Izuku asked.

Katsuki shrugged, his arm snaking around Izukus waist and pulling him closer.

"Yes it is, but we don't really get clients that we're genuinely interested in or enjoy talking to that often."

"Really? Even you?" Izuku asked. Surprised no beautiful woman had grabbed Kacchans attention at any point.

Katsuki threw his head back in a laugh.

"Deku, this place mainly serves women"

He leant in, the tip of his nose brushing against the green curls in front of him as he whispered in Izuku's ear.

"I like men dumbass. We don't often get dudes in here, especially someone as hot as you" He purred, his hand gliding from Izuku's waist to his thigh, sliding along it teasingly.

"So..." He asks nonchalantly

"Wanna get out of here?"

Authors note (again): I'm already working on a part two so if you enjoy this please let me know so I can get it posted as soon as possible!

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