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You’re on the side of the road, stranded and soaked with a storm raging humorlessly overhead you. Your car sits uselessly, lifelessly beside you. And to add onto to your shitty situation, you actually managed to lock yourself out of it, too.
Really, great.
And it’s cold—freezing, actually. You can feel, have no choice but to feel, the slosh and mush of your socks in your boots, slipping every couple of steps as you attempt to walk all the way home or, at the very least, to seek cover somewhere. Anywhere.
But then a car traveling much too slow, even given the torment of the rain, pulls to a stop beside you. Apprehensively, you hasten, not wanting yet another issue to grace you when you hear a suspiciously familiar voice call out. To you. For you.
Your head whips around and a crazed man sticking his head out of the driver-side door gestures for you to come closer, but you really don’t, can’t recall who this is—
“It’s me! Midoriya!” Huh? “Deku!”
Deku? Deku from Yuuei? That fucking nerd?
Nonetheless, you patter on over, blinking hesitantly as you eye the expensive, leather interior of his car as he holds the passenger door open for you, then to your sopping, wet clothes.
He must notice your stare, ‘cause he’s rushing out a It’s okay! It’s fine! Just get in before you catch a cold! Before you tentatively ease yourself into the vehicle, wincing at the audible slap! and squelch when you sit down and then shifting awkwardly in attempt to relieve your guilt.
You don’t.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles, scarred hands flipping the heat on to MAX, shrugging his hoodie off with his— Christ , with his sleeve of tattoos on display. You gape from behind the safety of the hair clinging to your face, cheeks heating up because this is not the Deku you remember. Not at all.
“Here.” He hands the black hoodie over to you with a smile that takes you back years and years. Memories beginning to flood into your mind. He was so nice back then, and apparently, even now. Obviously. You hear about him on the news all the time, reports of his overseas and domestic herowork, he helps everyone — Japan’s pride and joy!
But he’s—You didn’t realize. He looks..
“Are you okay?” You snap out of your trance, eyes flitting from his biceps littered with intricate designs, to the hints of inky thorns peaking from the collar of his t-shirt, to his.. his fucking piercings . So many, littered across his ear lobes, his lips, his—
“Ah, sorry!” He shouts. “Uh,” He reaches into the backseat, grabs a small towel of sorts and shoves it to his face, completely obscuring his vision.
“You can change into that if you’d like. I’m sorry, um, I just don’t want you to get sick and I don’t live nearby. I know you don’t live close, either. I mean! Shit.. I’ve just, um, I’m friends with Shinsou actually! And he talks about you! And, wow , this probably sounds really stupid and creepy. I promise it’s—”
You laugh, palm slapping your mouth as you gawk at him muttering from beneath what seems to be his used (sweaty) gym towel, “I’ll get changed then. Thank you, Midoriya.”
He sighs, visibly melting into his seat as he turns away, tips of his ears blooming crimson in an incredibly, endearingly Deku way.
While he offers you some privacy, you begin to work your top off, cringing at the way you have to forcibly peel the fabric off your skin, carefully—as careful as you could possibly be, setting it on the floor. Only then do you realize that you’re actually soaked , all the way through, bra included. You shift a bit. Then realize your underwear is ruined too.
“Um,” you start. Deku’s shoulders stiffening on your call, “I’m actually really wet.” Jesus christ.
“I mean! Like, through every layer. So, uh..” You trail off. What the fuck are you even saying?
He huffs a soft breath, “I don’t mind, really. You can just.. wear the hoodie.” Just the hoodie , is what he means to say, and now your cheeks are flushing with warmth.
It’s strange, really. You haven’t seen this man in, what? Five years? But you’re thoughtlessly stripping yourself nude in the passenger seat of his car, shucking his regular sized—oversized for you—hoodie over your head, without nearly as much restraint as you should have.
The hem of the jacket pools just above your knees, to your relief, but you’re burning with the realization that you’re sitting on his clothes absolutely naked.
“I’m.. You can look now.”
Deku takes a second to lower the towel from his eyes, carefully, as politely as one can be. He glances over at you, eyes already wide, blowing even wider when he takes in your appearance. Wet hair, drowning in his clothes.
“S-Sorry I don’t have any other spare clothes to, uh, offer you.”
“I don’t mind! Thank you.. Really.” You answer too quickly.
Deku smiles, fingers fidgeting nervously like he used to before he’s messing with the temperature again, “Is it warm enough for you?” You nod.
“What happened anyway?”
You blink over at him, concern pulled between his brows.
“Ah, my car broke down. I think it was my battery, given the rain or.. something.” He nods, lips pursing with another question ready to fire.
“You’re headed home in that case?”
“Yeah! I..” You trail off, messing with the sleeves of his hoodie. You can’t ask him to drive you home. You can’t . You live so far away and the weather’s so—
“I don’t mind the drive! If that’s what you’re thinking.” God, how is he so.. “Or we can wait it out?”
“Here?”
He turns toward you, “Yeah, I.. I know a bit about cars, well enough, so I can take a look at yours once the rain settles.”
You hum, mulling it over for a moment. “If you don’t mind.. and if you’re not busy! Yeah, that sounds—” you giggle awkwardly, choked with a shiver, “sounds good.”
Then it’s quiet, save for the rain beating down on the roof of the car and your shared, rhythmic breathing. It’s too quiet.
And you’re fixating on the pile of wet clothes soaking into his floor mats— his expensive looking floor mats —your unclothed cunt, and the intrusive notion that you might stink like wet dog. Do people stink when they’re wet? You can’t recall the last rain-drenched person you smelled, for better or for worse, and that puts you on edge.
Also, probably your most crucial fixation: How hot Deku’s become. Seriously, who knew that—
“Wanna listen to some music?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, sorry. I was just wondering if you’d wanna—”
“Yes! I mean, that sounds good.” Thick fingers undo his seatbelt, leaning close, leaning across your lap, reaching into the glovebox to pull his phone out. You hold your breath when you feel his warm skin bump your thigh.
“S-Sorry.”
Deku fumbles around with the device for a minute before offering your choice of music to which you humbly decline, “It’s your car, go right ahead.” He scratches at his neck, scrolls through his music, you presume, for a few moments before you interrupt.
“Anything’s fine, Midoriya.”
“I’m, uh..” He pouts, shooting you a weary look, “Why don’t you go ahead and—”
Then his finger slips, thumb slapping across the massive SHUFFLE button as a song you haven’t heard in a while, no, not that long ago, blasts through the speakers. It’s loud, Pierce The Veil rattling your eardrums nostalgically until you make the connection that Midoriya listens to..
Deku listens to.. emo music?
Suddenly his dramatic change in appearance since high school makes so much more sense but..
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to! I just have some, uh, some old songs on here.” He moves to pause it, but you’re lunging forward, latching onto his wrist as you shout a no!
“Keep it. I like it.”
“You do?” You swear his eyes light up, letting his phone fall into his lap, “I mean, of course you do. I remember from high school.”
“ You do?”
He chuckles, eyes squinting together as he beams down at you. “Yeah, I kinda had a—um.”
“Had a what?” You hug the sleeve of your hoodie to your cheek, giggling, “Tell me, Deku!”
You shake his arm, amused as he gapes and stutters, arms rising to shield his face despite your efforts.
“Okay, okay! I had a.. a little bit of a crush on you back then.”
You gasp, genuinely. Grip going slack as you stare at the man before you. Despite the heat exploding through your chest and the fact that you can feel your stomach quite literally flipping into your throat, you feel cold — exposed , with your bare legs digging into the center console, Deku’s hoodie riding up in the back as warm air blows directly onto your.. Your…
“Oh.”
He chokes up in reply, lips curling in as he bites down on them, expression falling, “ Oh? ”
You reel away, “No! I meant—” Your back slams into the passenger side door as your head thumps heavily, loudly against the glass, “Fuck!” You curl into yourself instinctively, knees to your chest as you bury your face, so at the very least, he doesn’t see your stupid face or the stupid tears pearling against your lashes.
“ Uh..! Your— ” Deku whips his head around, his face colliding with the window. Loudly. “Ow!”
You jolt, peaking up at him when you feel cool air hit your.. your fucking— “Oh my god..”
“No, it’s okay! I didn’t see anything!”
“Then how would you,” your words die off instantaneously.
You both go silent, ears ringing with his words echoing in your, and likely his, mind like a drum. All the while, the music numbs your brain. You feel like you’re falling, tossed back to the days where you were young, inexperienced, naive, days where you and him dove head first into danger, when you didn’t care about the consequences.
“Midoriya?”
You realize, then, how fond you are of those days.
He’s still glued to the window, forehead pressed up against it as fog clouds around his fiery skin, burning in embarrassment.
You bite your cheek, sit up on your knees and lean over his way, “Deku.”
He twists around in surprise, lips parting in a gasp because you’re so close that he can smell you. You can count the dark lashes hanging over his heavy eye bags, that familiar, anxious dread you never liked to see etched into his features.
No, you don’t want to see that . You want.. You want to.. You want to be honest.
“I liked you, too.”
“What?” His head thumps into yours and he’s apologizing profusely, jittery hands hovering over your shoulders like he’s afraid to touch you. You press yourself into him, let his hands feel you, bold curiosity swallowing your hesitation whole.
“I said, I had a.. a little bit of a crush on you, Deku .” Your fingers reach for his neck, tugging at the waves sitting messily at the nape of his neck.
“Your hair’s longer now.” You blink up at the boy with a grin, drowning in his pretty, emerald eyes, “A’lots changed since then, hm?”
He sighs, soft airy puffs ghosting over you as as you close the distance, palming his cheek. Deku nods, gulping when you eye his lips, the twine of ink on his skin, you peer down, closer, at his swollen chest.
Deku hums, hands on your shoulders smoothing down your arms, gripping you just slightly, “ Some things have, yeah.”
It’s like lightning, is what it feels like—what this feels like. Electric, buzzing, faster than anything you’ve ever felt before in your life. Instantaneous. This connection. It stings you, makes your eyes water and flash with excitement; his too. You feel it, you know Deku does too. This inexplicable force drawing you to him, him to you.
After all these years.
You shift, let your arms snake entirely around his girthy neck, pulling him closer, a breath away, “Only some?”
“Mhm.” Deku slips his hold down to your waist, tugging at his hoodie, bravely pulling you over the middle until you’re sitting on his thighs, blowing your mind with how.. how different he is now, “Still like you though.”
It’s too much, really. Too much for you. Him .
You’re tumbling into his lips a second later, meshing together so perfectly your heart soars into your throat, like something you’ve always wanted but never did . Something missing; something old but new and fresh and fantastically exhilarating. It’s Deku .
His timid hands stiffen with confident vigor, digging into your waist, pulling you incredibly close as he sucks the air straight out of your lungs. You tug on his shirt, needy. Christ, you’ve never felt so needy, so desperate .
“Deku..” You sigh into his mouth, thighs clenching his when you feel the cold, metallic surface of his belt buckle press into your core. It’s too much, too good. You moan against him, roll your hips into the feeling.
Deku groans when he realizes what you’re doing, soft and raw, pulling away to peer down at where his hoodie flips up, your messy, little cunt aching to be touched.
“Fuck, you’re so cute—” That’s enough to have you squirming even more now, humping his buckle with fervor with only the sounds of you and him panting alongside the slow rainfall.
Large hands seek out your hips, but you want more, need more, and guide them lower. His touch almost stings on your ass, but once he feels you, he can’t get enough, grips your cheeks hard, pulling and tugging you all over him until you’re sputtering his nickname into his collarbone, creaming on the cool metal.
“So good, christ , you’re doing so good.” His voice shakes a bit, thumbs circling your flesh as you come down, clinging to him.
“Deku, please..”
“What do you need, baby?”
You nuzzle his shoulder, lashes fluttering up at him as your tongue glides over his throat, a finger inching around his tattoo, “Let me see you. I wanna see all of it.”
He smiles into the crown of your head, calloused fingers clasping between your softer ones, sliding your palm down his chest, his abdomen, guiding you beneath the thin material of his shirt before letting you take over.
The song ends as you tug his shirt up, My Chemical Romance coming onto play as you giggle, Deku planting his lips on yours to shut you up while you grope his chest, pulling back, gazing at the dark, inky swirls littering his skin.
He’s got a hand dusting over your cheeks as you take the sight of him in, the other curling around your middle as you bat your lashes so prettily, too prettily, up at him.
“Can I fuck you to this song?”
Before you can react, before you can muster even a gasp at his bold profession, Deku’s flipping you over, letting his seat drop back as you sink into the warm leather, pulling your thighs to his waist,
“Can I? Please? ”
His lips press to your forehead, to your nose, your cheeks, so sweet that you let him push your knees up to your chin, let him curse at the sight of your swollen cunt, let him pull you apart and praise you despite the rain letting up or being on the side of the road, no less. He’s just so.. different now . So—
“Deku..” You mewl, clamping your legs together when he pinches ever so slightly at your bud, but he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, sliding his fingers into your cunt so gently that you might cream from that alone.
“Always wanted this, you know? Wanted to feel this sweet pussy on my fingers, my cock, too, of course.”
Your head’s spinning, eyes watering with so much desire, “Please, please , Deku. Do it, want you so bad.”
“I know, baby. Don’t want to hurt you though.”
You’re raising your hips off the seat, chasing more, more, and more, the drive to feel him deep inside your cunt making you dizzy, “Don’t care! Please, Izuku . Just put it inside.”
You’re too busy blubbering and squirming to notice the way his expression falls, eyes glossing over, dark, hungry, starving .
“Say that again?” You hear him messing with his belt as he fucks you open with his fingers, faster, seeking something while you mewl, blissfully unaware of the leaky head of his cock fisted in his hand. Your lips part once more, “Need you, Izuku. Please, fuck me. Izu— Ah! ”
Deku shushes you with his thumb, the taste of your cunt flooding your senses as he eases his cock into you, your eyes blowing wide like saucers by the sheer girth of it splitting you apart. So big, you can feel every throbbing vein pulsating against your walls, spreading so thin you almost can’t breathe.
“It’s—” You’re entirely caught off guard, winded, but he’s pawing at your clit, sucking at your throat, “You can take it. Take it for me. Please .”
And, of course, you will, nodding incessantly as you suck in and swallow, relaxing in his hold as he fills you well past your limit, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.
“Goddamn, baby..” He drawls, teeth bared against your neck, “So tight, had no idea you’d feel so good. So good for me. Fucking perfect, and all for me.”
The weight of him has his cock sinking immeasurably deep inside of you, balls grinding into your ass as he pumps you slow and hard, whining when you claw at his back, his waist, anything you can reach.
“Izuku, ngh..! More!”
You feel the car shaking with the force of his cants, steadily speeding up, harder, his eyes fluttering to yours ever so often, cupping your cheek as if to check on you, if you’re okay. But you need more, tugging his hands down until they’re wrapped around your throat, you want him to smother you. You’ll take every bit.
While you’re starving for air, mouth agape, letting him huff and pant into you, drool his spit into you, you feel your cunt squeezing and pulling at his cock. Deku’s close, too, you can tell, when he drops his head to your chest, moaning unashamed as you milk him for everything he’s got.
“Baby, m’gonna—” His hips stutter, palms clamped around your knees as he forces himself incredibly deep, “Gonna fill you up, shit , like I always should have—should’ve been doing all along.”
You writhe in his grip, going silent as your orgasm shakes you, cunt spasming in time with his thrusts, pulling his cum into your womb.
“ Fuck, fuck, fuck .” He’s crying, plugging you up for a moment before he pulls out, in awe with the way your chest heaves, watching as your cunt leaks with white all the way down your slit, seeping into your ass, seconds away from dripping onto the seat.
“Ah, Deku, it’s gonna—”
He shushes you, swooping down to drag his tongue across your slit, then, swallowing the cum that pools at your ass into his mouth. His fingers plugging your sensitive cunt.
“Izuku!” You cry out, squirming away, but he holds you still, tonguing your ass for a moment longer, groaning something inhuman, before he comes up again, wiping at his chin. “So fucking good. ”
You bring your sleeves to your face, burning with so many emotions, feelings you can’t even fathom, as your body still recovers. He’s grinning at you, cheeky, collapsing on top of you as his fingers find your jaw, holding you so softly, eyes burning with so much adoration you can’t even fathom it.
He presses a kiss to your nose. “Rain’s stopped.”
“Yeah,” you wriggle you arms around him, raking through his curls, sighing as he sits you up, back onto his lap, nose brushing along the column of your throat.
“Let’s get your car running so we can head over to my place.”
“Yours?” You let him kiss all over you, let him thumb at your messy cunt drooling all over his thighs.
“Yeah, mine. Don’t think for a second that I’m through with you.“ He melts into you, inhaling your scent as you shy away, "I’ve wanted you for too long, far too long, to let you go a second time.”