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Emo Deku x fem reader

A match into water

Written by: rat-zuki

WARNINGS : smut, fluff, prohero!au, car sex, emo!deku who's a bit awkward, fingering, dacryphilia, choking, belt buckle humping, unprotected sex, cum eating, oral (one instance, m -> f), rimming (one instance, m -> f), language.

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 unto to your 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 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 door open for you, then to your sopping, wet clothes.

He must notice, 'cause he's rushing out a It's okay! It's fine! Just get in before you catch a cold! And you ease yourself onto the seat, wincing at the audible slap! and squelch when you sit down, shifting awkwardly in attempt to relieve your guilt. It doesn'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—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 ears, 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) workout towel, "I'll get changed then. Thank you, Midoriya."