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Blowing Derek Morgan up against the door of his office. Heâs throwing his head back and clamping a hand over his mouth so that he doesnât groan and youâre on your knees, his belt buckle slapping you in the face as you bob back and forth on his cock. Heâs panting and your knees hurt from being on the shitty floor and his biceps are flexing as he writhes against the door trying not to make any noise. Bonus points if before heâd walked into his office heâd been boldly flirting with Penelope, or if after you blew him, heâd been all spacey when sheâd tried calling him hot stuff and he can barely play it off
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âŁâŁ synopsis: waking up in the morning horny and ur girlfriend is right there tbh (ending is kinda rushed and the fic is not yet edited so please bear with me)
âŁâŁâŁ a/n: hey guys... i know i completely ghosted this app for a good while but thank you for all the support even while i was MIA. this idea came to me at 11pm on vacation and i figured i should grind it out and make a return. i have a lot of drafts and ideas i came up with but no idea if i'll be able to write them all. in the meantime enjoy and happy holidays!
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on that noteâŚ.thinking about izukuâs girlfriend who just haaaates bakugou and is happy to let him know. thinking about bakugou who canât fucking stand dekuâs snippy brat of a girlfriend. thinking about poor izuku, stuck in the middle of their constant bickering, until he gets an idea one dayâŚthat maybe theyâd be better if they just. yk. fucked it out.

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Yeah, it was a hungry little, like, scrappy coyote that just wanted to hump and he was in heat, and just wanted to, you know, whimper away. (..) I wanted Shane to be a little coyote, you know, a little horny, a little mutt - Hudson Williams
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Soooo, I promised myself I would rewrite my old fics + release another one if my most recent work ended up getting 50 or more likes. Then I went âlol nvm, 75+.â My phone broke so I couldnât check tumblr for a few weeks but Iâve recently been active and it happened so! Whoâs excited for fanfictionđĽłđĽłđĽł
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Pride (with some prejudice)
summary: Drove half insane by your lack of life in the bedroom, Bakugo goes back to your shared apartment in hopes to find you. And when youâre not home, in order to not lose his goddamn mind, he takes matters into his own hands (literally).
warnings: literally just horny Katsuki, masturbating, use of genitals but no smut (sorry I got lazy)
word count: 1825
God, his pride could kill an entire city if he let it. With Bakugo constantly patrolling the streets of Japan, the chances of him coming home anytime before 9 oâ clock was slim. You, on the other hand, had a pretty average life, a life that included being dead asleep after that time. It just wasnât fair. Initially, what he felt was just loneliness. There was a short period of time where it was physically possible to see you. But, the window you were actually available was even shorter. It was only normal one would be pretty sad about not being able to see their girlfriend for quite some time. Not that he would let you know, though. However, something turned inside him. The blossoming feelings of longing were no more. Now, all he felt was frustration. As of late, the country's petty thieves had really been making their appearance, grasping into whatever mischief their sinful hands could reach. And, unfortunately, there were few heros out this late besides him. Naturally, he moved from one location to the next, being accustomed to the sound of police sirens as he called in officers to collect captured criminals. He was tired, tired of long rambling monologues, tired of bouncing from point a to b to c constantly, and frankly, tired of coming home to⌠nothing. It wasnât your fault, you had work to do as well, but thoughts of you were all that moved through his mind. The more days this went on, the more unhinged. Some were of you kissing him sleepily, welcoming him home. Others were of you running to hug him, wide awake, exclaiming enthusiastically that youâve been waiting for his arrival all night. But a select few thoughts made him dizzy. A few thoughts where you shared the same need as him, breathlessly whimpering his name in your sleep. A few thoughts where you caught him by surprise strolling around time, quickly pulling him into a secluded alleyway he would pin you to, kissing you passionately. A few thoughts where youâd be in bed, tugging at the waistband of his pants, begging him to take them off for you. A few where he would throw them off the minutes you asked, along with your clothing as well.
âGreat Explosion Murder God Dynamight? Did you hear me?â Great, the thought of you put him in a trance again. Just what he needed at a time like this. âWeâd like to thank you for your hard work.â A police officer expressed his gratitude, cuffing a newly found villain. âYouâve been working quite hard lately, we have very few night patrollers besides you. It would be wise to take a break, maybe for some lunch? We have large amounts of heroes out during the day, your absence for a bit will be just fine.â Did it look like he needed a break? This officer didnât know a thing. At no point in his years at U-A did he stop working because he needed to kick his feet up. And frankly, he wasnât planning to have that happen now, either. But, before he could shout this, he paused to think. Lunch, that would mean he could go anywhere. To the sushi place down the road, the bar across town, or home. To you. He didnât think twice before using his gauntlets to fly off, too engrossed in the idea of you to even respond to the police officer, who was now staring at him in disbelief. If he remembers correctly, you may be home as well, taking a lunch break too. But, if you werenât home, still working or eating elsewhere, he might just have to make another trip and stuff you full there instead.
The door slams shut and lets out a noise that threatens the sound of his heartbeat. Kicking off his shoes, he instantly goes to look for you. Obviously, you werenât in the entrance room. Alright, he wasnât expecting you to be. The living room, to the right, was next. Nope. Not there either. That was fine, too. Now, he stormed to the kitchen. That was probably where you were, it was noon after all. He starts to say your name, but stops before the first syllable leaves his mouth. You werenât there either. Angry or disappointed, he couldnât tell which emotion he felt the strongest right now. The more he thought about leaving to find you, the less appealing it sounded. That would be him publicly announcing that he misses you so much that searching through the entire town was the only way to satisfy his overwhelming emotions. You may as well put him in a dunce hat with a huge sign over his shoulders that says âWorldâs clingiest boyfriend.â Nope, not happening. So he stomped down the hall past your guest bedroom, which was found empty by just one look. If you weren't in your bedroom, the only room left, he swore he might lose his mind. Stopping in front of the door, he takes a deep breath. If you werenât here, you werenât in the apartment, and that meant his options were to (somehow) fight off the loneliness, or let it further consume him. He already knew his decision, he wasnât leaving the apartment to chase after you. He gripped the door handle, and it opened it with such force the sky itself couldâve split in half. One look, and his fears were confirmed. You werenât there.
âIf this is some stupid joke, Iâm not laughing.â He mutters under his breath. Sitting down on the bed. Frustrated, that was it. The feeling that sat in his chest, threatening to spill out and explode at anyone who dared speak to him besides you. The word that towed the line between anger and disappointment. But, it wasnât just that he felt. He felt pent up. The last he got the chance to fuck you was⌠how long ago? Three, four weeks, maybe? He couldnât remember. He didnât have the time to do it by himself, either. That was probably the reason he couldnât focus. His suspicions were confirmed when he looked down to see the already growing tent in his pants. And, he always ran warm, especially with the flying he just did, but was it always this hot? Bakugo was a man. He didnât shy away from sex or any topics involving it, nor did he mind doing it. Even if it meant having to use his own fist. He was just hoping the first time in ages heâd be able to get his release was with you. That was over half the reason he came, actually. Whatever, it didnât matter now. What mattered was he got these feelings away fast, before it disturbed him more than it already did.
He yanked the waistband of his hero costume off, throwing it aside to some corner of the room. He wanted it so bad that it almost hurt. A spot of precum already stained his boxers, which were next to be thrown aside. Then his shirt, which was practically boiling him alive. Finally, his gauntlets, which were the only thing placed carefully to the ground. Too valuable to break with all the crime happening right now. His hand rubbed gently down his throbbing cock, up and down, at a steady rate.
Something he wasnât prepared for was how sensitive heâd be after not being touched for so long. One rub was enough to make him get worked up. Still, he endured, gritting his teeth. Trying to avoid the overwhelming feeling, he closed his eyes, and pictured you instead. Every fantasy he had was coming up to the surface, running through his mind right this instant. Before he knew it, his grip increased ever so slightly, and his pace became rapid. Choking over air, he called your name over and over, as if you were the one responsible. The longer his eyes were closed, the more vivid his daydreams became. A less prideful man wouldâve knocked some sense into himself and called his girlfriend. But he just couldnât, something in him wouldnât let him. So, hearing your imaginary voice in his ears would have to be enough for now. He imagined all the things youâd usually say. âIs this what you wanted, Katsuki?â His brain was having more of an effect on him than his actual hand. âCome on, Katsuki, you can handle it.â Everything was slurring in his mind, only one thing in common with every thought. Your voice repeating âKatsuki, Katsuki, KatsukiâŚâ
âKatsuki?!â He snapped out of it instantly, dropping his member and almost giving himself whiplash from how fast he moved his neck up. âWelcome home, what are youâŚâ Mortified. That was the word he needed right now.
âWhere the hell have you been? Checked the whole apartment and you werenât here.â
âI was in the shower!â You exclaimed. Through his lust filled haze, he hadnât realized it, but you were in nothing but a towel, water slowly dripping down from your neck. Right, the once place he forgot to check. The bathroom. That was hidden by a sliding door in your bedroom. He had been a petulant, angry, horny idiot for no reason. Youâd been there the whole time. Heâd apologize for slamming the door open later. You obviously caught him, you werenât dumb, and he needed help.
âAre you going to stand there and watch, or do something about it? This is your fault.â He gestured to the slick starting to coat your bedsheets Instantly, you dropped your towel, almost running across the room and onto the bed. A passionate kiss was shared before your hands made its way down to his dick.
âYou couldâve called, Kats. I wouldnât mind helping you out. Itâs cute that you thought you had to do it alons, though.â
âShut it, or Iâm out the door again.â
âYou wouldnât. But fine, not another peep out of me, sir.â You laid him down on his back, pressing down on his hips while you align yourself with his tip and sank down on it. Hissing, he replies back.
âLunch break ends in twenty minutes.â âAre you challenging me?â âMaybe I am.â âI could make it ten.â âLike hell you could.â
Soon, heâd realize a lot of misconceptions he had. One, you really didnât mind having him disturbing you a bit if need be. Two, youâre much better at this than he is himself. In fact, he didnât even know why he tried touching himself alien. And three, not only could you make it ten, you could make it less than that. But, that was for later. Now, your only goal was embarrassing him half to death, before finally giving him what he wanted. You couldnât help but laugh at the sight, him underneath you, trying to resist but leaning into your touch at the same time. You were about to have a lot of fun.
Authorâs Notes:
NO ONE TALK TO ME I HAAAAAAATE THISâšď¸âšď¸ I wrote this sososo many months ago and completely forgot about it (for a good reason). But I needed to post and Iâm having a generational writerâs block rn so this is all I have. Honestly might even rewrite if anyone likes this. But if you endured this entire thing ily
Sent 9:01
summary: clicking on contacts in a hurry, you accidentally send a compromising photo Deku, your fellow classmate. Neither of you were expecting the other to be up so late when classes were to presume the next day, and neither of you really minded.
warnings: blowjobs, teasing, Dekuâs first time
word count: 3123
[new message: yn]
Deku could hardly grab his phone fast enough, fumbling with the passcode in his excitement. Despite texting you numerous times a day, the rush of adrenaline he received when your name popped up on his screen was greater than any feeling he could get from battle. Maybe it was because he usually knew what to expect from fighting, always a plan in mind. But, with you, the possibilities were endless. Training? Study session? Dinner? Just chatting? He wasnât sure, but he couldnât wait to find out. Scrolling through the pages of his home screen, he landed on the one with his texts on it, quickly tapping it with his thumb. You two chatted quite frequently, and in comparison, he didnât text anyone much (with the exception of All Might, who constantly asked to speak with him during lunch periods, and Bakugo, who found the idea of being able to berate Midoriya without having to physically see him appealing), meaning you were already on top of his notification list. He anxiously opened your contact, reading the message hastily.
Minaaaa, this set is cute but lwk expensive - sent 9:00 p.m. do I keep??? - sent 9:00 p.m. wait let me send a pic - sent 9:00 p.m.
Admittedly, heâs a bit confused. First, heâs definitely sure heâs not Mina, looking down at the skin heâs confident hasnât been changed to pink through some miracle. And, second, what were you even talking about? Set? Of what? Realizing it must have been a mistake, maybe even something he should stay not knowing, he opens his keyboard to tell you you mustâve clicked on the wrong contact. But, just as he begins typing, his eyes flick up at a new message.
[image attached] - sent 9:01 p.m.
Deku probably shouldnât have been nosy, digging into texts clearly not for him. He wonders if this was almost as bad as digging into your texts with Mina herself. But, another part of him is curious. Most of your peers were sound asleep, not a single noise in the dorm except for the gentle breeze the stirring papers in front of him. He was supposed to be studying, was studying, before you texted. Fine, he decided to himself silently, going to click on the attachment. Iâm already in this deep, whatâs one more harmless distraction? He predicted he would click the image quickly, send an apology text that heâs in fact not Mina, but hello regardless, and be on his merry way. What he couldn't have predicted, though, was the image he actually saw. You stood in front of a full body mirror, one he saw before in your bedroom while passing. He observed a few things: posters of your favorite shows, shows youâve bonded over, a particularly made bed, silk sheets flowing over the frame, and finally, the subject, you. Your face is covered by your phone, but almost every other aspect of you is exposed. One leg over the other, you showed off the white mesh socks you were wearing, sitting right below your thighs that were pressed together. Between your thighs were the lace underwear that rested just about on your hip line, lace trimming the edges . The color was light pink, along with your bralette, that hung on your chest, clinging to you. Looking a bit closer, he recognized the pattern of roses adorning the fabric. He admired for a moment before realizing what he actually just saw.
Oh. Oh.
Once he fully comprends, he shields his eyes immediately, wincing at how hard he just hit himself. That would definitely leave some mark, but it didnât matter. Not with the already red shade crawling up his neck, threatening to seep into his face. He cracks an eye open only to swipe away, immediately hiding away in his face again. He just saw your legs with nothing on them besides, practically clear socks and a small garment covered in lace. Was this what girls usually send each other? He couldnât even fathom the thought of asking Denki if a pair of boxers made him look good, or Todoroki if a compression shirt looked nice on him with his abs. There were too many questions whirling around his mind, and if he wasnât short circuiting on the impact of seeing you, he was now. Maybe the, now swirling, gut feeling planted within him was correct. He rubbed the face once more over his face before opening his eyes, looking at the screen again. He was grateful for the phoneâs option of being told there was an image attached without having to actually see it. What he wasnât grateful for was the option to see when someone was typing, because it made him dizzy, not knowing what you were to say next. Did you notice it wasnât Mina? Were you embarrassed? Mad at him? He couldn't even think about the last option without his chest tightening. The forewarning of a message almost made him sick. Through his fear induced haze, he came to an epiphany. If he could see you typing, that means⌠He looked at his keyboard, to discover not only was it open, he was very much typing. Ohgodohgodohgod he was so screwed. Maybe you werenât aware of your error yet, but you knew whoever was behind the phone saw it, and was actively in the inbox. Red fully consumed him now as he scrambled for ideas of what to do next. He couldnât even think straight with the mortification. And, though heâd been training extensively, he wasnât sure his legs had gotten bulkier to the amount his boxers would feel this tight. Facing you seemed unbearable, and he went to the next best thing. Ending it. Through the window sounded like a good option, but since you were still awake, you might make eye contact on the way down. Suffocation could work too, but he felt weirdly⌠possessive over accidentally dying with his phone unlocked and anyone being able to see the photo. Plus, he really didnât want to die with everyone knowing thinking he was a pathetic, lonely, horny loser. Did boners work when you were dead? He didnât know, and he didnât care to find out. He reached a dead end of idea as you texted again, the notification snapping him out of it.
why are you taking so long to type - sent 9:07 p.m. does this mean Iâm jaw dropping lmfao - sent 9:07 p.m.
You were, Deku said to himself before scribbling the thought out of his mind. What was he thinking? You were his classmate! Yes, you were pretty, prettier than any girl heâs ever seen, but what he saw was still wrong. This entire situation and every detail was wrong. He took a sip of water to cool himself off because has it always been so hot in here? He spits it out and chokes on it with the next message.
Deku??? - sent 9:08 p.m.
This was it. Heâs lived a good life, couldâve experienced some more things, sure, but simply couldnât live after this. He threw his phone across the room, almost hitting a valuable All Might figure, and his face into the pillow. No one could see the photo if the screen was destroyed, he supposes. What could he do now? He had to see you tomorrow, and wasnât sure if he could look you in the eyes. In fact, he wasnât sure if heâd be able to do that again. He could try to pretend he saw nothing, but you were smart, and he was a bad liar. No, if he was going to die, heâd at least apologize first before smothering his face full of cotton. He paced around his room, practicing to himself. After a few minutes, he picked up his, surprisingly not cracked, phone again. Though, he did feel a bit light headed, so he assumed the throw hadn't been too hard. He was faced with four new messages from you.
your poor innocent eyesssss Iâm so sorry - sent 9:15 p.m. omfg are you choking??? - sent 9:15 p.m. what just hit your wall, you okay? - 9:16 p.m. please relax I can hear your shuffling - sent 9:16 p.m
If he didnât deem himself an idiot a few minutes ago, he did now, as he completely glided over the fact his dorm room was separated from yours by a single, thin floor. At least you didnât seem mad, more concerned if anything, but it was still humiliating. He didnât even send the photo, he was probably working himself up over nothing, but still. Itâs been two minutes since your last message, and since you already knew, he may as well say sorry. Just as his hand reaches the first initial of your name, a new message comes in from you.
you can come see it in person if u want - sent 9:18 p.m.
Huh? You wanted him to do what? If there was anything Deku was, it wasnât a ladies man. He was far too busy for that, the thought of dating hadnât even crossed his mind. Very few were surprised when he mentioned to a small group of U-A boys that he hadnât even had his first kiss during a game truth or dare (where he was originally asked his body count, and almost passed away on the spot). So, going over to your place would be a huge step. But was he willing to take it? Absolutely. He closed his notes immediately, maybe slamming the book down a bit more enthusiastically than he shouldâve. He moved to his dresser, picking out a new pair of sleek black boxers (thinking it wasnât very cool to show up with pre already staining his briefs), a pair of sweatpants, and an athletic shirt. He looked good enough. It didnât really matter, he was going to take them off anyway. He opened the door gently, so as to not wake anyone, before closing and locking it to make it appear as though he was still in there. He was normally a rule follower, and sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For once, not really. Then he checked the hallway, making sure no one was in there. If he got caught now he may as well just turn back, pretending he was sleep walking. When the coast was clear, he booked it down the stairs, not caring if anyone heard this time. After all, he was always known for moving before he could think.
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One, two, three. He rhythmically knocked on the door, gently this time. He didnât really care about waking the guys up, they woke him up with their late night shenanigans all the time, but the girls were a different story. He could say he was on his way down to the bathroom when on the guyâs level, but the girl's floor level? And at a door? There was no coming back from that. So as anxious as he was, he knew he had to be careful.
âDoorâs unlocked!â Your bright voice echoed outside the door, and he winced. He loved your voice, it was his favorite sound, but heâs sure that just the phrase alone would cause a discussion among a few people that were either woken up, or happened to be quietly awake. He pushed the door open and the scene was even better than what he had seen on the screen. You laid on your bed, back facing the sky, and your neck twisted over to look back at him. Were you sure it was okay for him to see you like this? From the smile you made at his flustered expression, he guessed it was. You sat up, legs moved to the side on your bed, patting the space next to you.
âCome here, Izuku.â His name. He was already weak in the knees, wobbling over to sit on your bed. Out of what seemed like instinct, you placed a hand firmly on his upper thigh, and he swallowed a whimper. âIâm really sorry for looking, it was an accident, I swear!â He tried to be as expressive as possible without causing too much noise, to which you just laughed. Replacing the hand on his thigh to go on his cheek, you replied. âYouâre fine, I didnât mean for you to see it. Not complaining, though.â Your thumb began to rub figures on his face in a circular motion. He melted completely, his brain going to mush. âYou and Minaâs contacts are both pinned on my phone,â you began to explain âI accidentally clicked yourâs instead of herâs.â âWait wait wait, Iâm pinned in your texts?â He exclaims, not trying to be subtle about his shock. âWell yeah, I text you all the time. More than anyone I think.â Heâs at a loss for words. Noticing this, you take charge, pulling him in further to kiss him. The connection brings sparks to his lips, which in turn, makes everything in him short circuit. This was really happening, and he had no clue what to do. He awkwardly guides a hand to rest on your lower back, and the other to hold the back of your hair. Trying to test for boundaries, you slip your tongue slowly into his mouth, two which he immediately gives access to. Just when he fades away into a shell of himself, you pull away, giving him time to breathe. Panting, he looks at you with a bewildered expression. Why did you pull away, was he not doing a good enough job? He hoped you enjoyed just a little, it was his first time after all. And he knew he was enjoying it thoroughly, wanting to feel your soft lips combine with his again. âThink you could take these off for me?â Confused, he looks down. Oh. Your hand is pulling at the hem of his shorts, and he nods immediately before slipping them off and tossing them somewhere in the dark room. He was about to take his boxers off too, before you stopped him, holding his hand so he wouldnât continue.
âYou seem really eager already,â you motion towards his dick, that is fully hard and straining against the boxers, threatening to break through at any time. Great, you hadnât even done anything yet and he was already rock solid. Nice going. âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but is this your first time?â How did you know? Well, he wasnât going to lie and say it wasnât The way he looked away, a mixed between desperate and petrified, told you everything you needed to know. âDonât worry, Iâll be gentle with you.â He felt a hand palm his cock through fabric, and gasped, instantly going to rock against it for stimulation. âHere, you can take them off now.â By the time you said the last word, they were already off. Promptly, you got on your knees, not worrying about hair getting in the way. You palmed him again, finding it amusing how sensitive he was from just a light touch.
Then you flicked your tounge against his tip, swirling around the precum that was starting to run. Reveling in the feeling, you decided to stop teasing, and finally wrapped your lips against him. He gripped your hair, squeezing hard as you moved up and down. Heâs never felt anything so exhilarating before, the fear of waking anyone up completely washed away under your mouth. He begins thrusting his hips forward, the movement being a bit stiff at first. Once he found his rhythm, though, he was completely addicted. Stuttering breaths and mumbled praises left his mouth. At one point, he slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to conceal a moaned out swear. You looked up, his eyes glossed over completely at the new feeling of your tongue. He looked down at you, taking note of your hand now placed on his hip, your concentrated look, and most importantly, the lingerie that landed him here in the first place. He wanted to rip them off you immediately. That would have to wait for next time, until he got more comfortable. For now, you being able to please him would be enough. When you made eye contact, that was enough to finally make him finish. Singing in your praises, ropes of white, glistening cum coated your throat, and you swallowed, savoring the taste. He layed back on your bed, completely out of breath. Disheveled was an understatement to how he looked at the moment, and you adored it. His green hair was slicked back with sweat, pink misting his face. Though collapsed, he made sure to plant a hand on your shoulder, as if commending you. You stood up and joined him, underestimating how much the quick blowjob would take out of him. Right, it was his first time, you remembered. Baby steps. Originally you planned on removing his shirt and going further, but he seems perfectly content right now.
âHow are you feeling?â You said, interrupting his jagged breathing. Your hand began to caress his face again, as if lulling him to sleep. âThat was⌠incredible.â âIâm glad you enjoyed your first. Maybe I should give you a closet tour sometime so you can come back.â You teased, and he turned beet red at the thought of coming back multiple times. He moved your hand away from his face, opting to hold it in between the space that divided you. He didnât want to move, breathe, or blink. He didnât want to miss a single second of this. âDo you want to stay the night?â You chirped in, noticing how his grip was growing more intense by the second. Cute, he was protective. âCan I really?â He replied enthusiastically. He never really considered it an option. But he was more than happy to find out it was one. âOf course. Letâs go get you cleaned up, okay?â You stood up, guiding him to the bathroom, and he quickly followed.
Midorya was known for moving too fast before his brain could fully think. Midorya was also known as a lot of things. Innocent. A rule follower. A loser. To some, a virgin. And hooking up with a girl in his class well beyond curfew, and sneaking into her dorm nonetheless was considered none of those things. But, just like the time, he was ever changing. Sneaking out this late for a hookup was probably breaking the rules, but did he care? For the second time in the night, and the second time ever, no, not really.
Authorâs Notes:
First ficđđ This was sosososo fun to write. This might actually be my peak writing and itâs the first one but. I tiny tiny bit ooc but this is my first time writing for Deku so pls bear me. Also virgin Deku pls save me I love him.
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