20Disclaimer: Of course I don't own My Hero Academia, its characters, or the franchise.
Story: Izuku was lonely and was trying to have a good birthday. He walked into the room and took her breath away. All of a sudden, she was caught in a whirlwind romance and ends up with a baby on the way. Enji finds himself with a second chance at fatherhood and fixing up the mess that was his life and family.
Set as an AU genderbending fic.
Spoilers: Most definitely for all seasons, even if this is an alternate take.
Warnings: Age disparity, cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and maybe some sexual situations…
Pairings:!Izuku/Endeavor, side-Dekubowl (because my regulars know my habitual obsession with the protag/one-sided (or not) others XD
For Otaku4life16 on Ao3~
Full, uncensored version there!
Sweet Love O' Mine
Chapter One: Blue Jeans
Izuku looked at herself in the mirror. Holding her shirt up, she gazed at her stomach, breathing heavily. Placing her hands on the small bump, she nibbled on her lip.
She was ten weeks pregnant.
How many times had she been throwing up? She felt so sick! But then there were other times when she felt fine…
No way. She couldn't be! Could she? It wasn't like she and Enji were safe every time. And on the night they'd first met, they hadn't been safe at all and had slept together again and again.
Izuku didn't have a choice but to make sure, so she went out and bought several pregnancy tests.
Three to make sure, plus one more to erase any doubt…
But as she saw the results of each one, she felt her eyes water and she cried in front of her mirror.
She was so stupid.
Izuku closed her eyes, shaking her head. She'd been so enamored and happy, she hadn't even really thought anything through. God, he was Endeavor. She'd really messed up everything! She'd wanted to go into UA, but how could she now? And any chance of him becoming Number One, if anyone found out he'd knocked up a teenager, would be gone. Never mind his reputation, which she knew was important to him…
It wasn't like they were supposed to last. She hadn't heard from him for so long…Maybe he'd found someone else by now…Maybe she didn't even have to tell him she'd gotten pregnant…
That put the depression back into her. She missed him, missed his touch, his rare smiles…
She started to cry a bit, just as the door to her apartment was knocked on loudly. She rubbed at her eyes irritably as she walked out of her room and towards the door, letting her shirt fall back down to cover the baby bump.
"Who is it?" she called out as she opened the door.
She stared in shock as she saw the very man she'd been thinking about on the other side of the door, looking back at her in shock as he gazed at her stomach.
"Izuku?"
7 weeks earlier…
Izuku sighed loudly as she talked to her mother on the phone, Inko just fretting and worrying over her. But then again, Izuku was now alone in the apartment and would be for a while.
"Are you sure you're okay there, Sweetie? Okaa-san is more than okay flying back to Japan!" Inko said.
Izuku smiled into her phone. "It's okay, Okaa-san. I know you and Papa miss each other, so be there with him. I'm a big girl! I can take care of myself," she laughed her mom off.
Inwardly though, she did feel a little sad and lonely. But she knew her mother had been missing her father for years, and now that Izuku was older and capable of staying on her own (and there was an opportunity for Inko to move to America and live with Izuku's dad), then everyone sort of just agreed that it wasn't such a bad idea for Izuku to continue living in Japan on her own while Inko went to stay with Hisashi.
She finished up with her mother before hanging up, then she got dressed and ready for school. She kept her face smiling, doing her best not to show how lonely she was already starting to feel. She said she'd be okay, had promised her parents that she could handle being on her own.
Entering school grounds, she made her way to her locker after she switched out her shoes, ignoring the usual sneers from others her way. It was fine. Everything was fine.
It was her birthday today and she'd turned fifteen years old.
Determined to enjoy her day and keep on smiling, she focused on retrieving her essentials from her locker. She was roughly pushed past and she looked to see it was Katsuki who'd done that.
"God, why are you always in the way?" she heard him mutter.
She bit her lip and took a deep breath, before steadfastly keeping her smile on. It was okay. As long as she remembered that, she would be okay. She headed to class next.
But it wasn't okay, even though Izuku kept smiling. Every once in a while, she would be taunted by the others and she could easily ignore them. She had for years after all (even if it sometimes still hurt and sometimes did get to her).
It was Katsuki who always hurt her the most.
Katsuki was her childhood friend, who she thought was amazing and was so cool. She'd even had a crush on him at one point (sometimes it lingers, which makes all this worse…).
But then it's always —
"Why is a Quirkless Loser like you still around? It's not like your life means anything!"
"Ugh, you're so plain, you're hurting my eyes."
"Geez, you're so boring, Deku —I don't know why a Quirkless Idiot like you can go outside your home, looking so ugly. You're totally unsexy!"
Not like unsexy was a word. Sometimes she just hated him, but she couldn't help feeling like he was right.
Izuku hated going to school most of the time. She was never happy or safe there and she didn't have any friends. She'd only ever had her mother and once upon a time she'd thought she'd had Katsuki.
Now she really had no one.
Izuku hummed to herself as she sat on the couch, ignoring how quiet the apartment was. It was fine. She didn't really need much.
"Happy Birthday to me," she said cheerily, putting on a wide smile.
She should go out. That's right, going out would be good for her and she could have a small celebration to herself. So Izuku dressed up, wearing a dark gray skirt that ended to over her knees and a pretty, long-sleeved, red blouse that had a ruffle trim at the hem line and down her front. Not one for makeup, she just swiped chapstick across her lips before slipping on black flats onto her feet.
She looked nice or at least she hoped so. Maybe just a bit, if only to sort of disapprove the whole plain and unsexy insults Katsuki kept throwing her way…She did look older though, emphasizing the other thing the others kept mocking her with —the fact that she looked older than she was, more mature than she should be, especially with the way her body had already matured and grown at her age.
That she can't help, and even if she made that problem worse by dressing up like this, at least she could look pretty while doing so. She usually never felt pretty.
While out, she almost decided to try the arcade, only to dodge that bullet when she saw Katsuki in there with some of his friends. She'd just flinched and kept walking on, hoping she hadn't been seen.
But where to go?
Continuing to wander around, she saw a building where lots of people kept coming in and out, looking lively from outside. She felt a little excited and curious. Maybe she could go in there?
Walking towards it, she thought it couldn't hurt to try.
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She wandered in, reeling back as she realized it was a bar. The music was sultry and loud, and it was a little crowded inside. She hesitated by the entrance before making a decision.
She wasn't boring or plain and she was tired of being too quiet and shy because of Katsuki, always withdrawn and keeping to herself. Here…here no one knew her and wouldn't look twice her way. If she looked as old as her overbearing classmates said she did, then she could be there and no one would bat an eye.
Izuku walked further into the bar, looking around cautiously. Heading towards the bar top, she sat down on a stool and nibbled on her lip. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"You wanna order something, Darlin'?"
She blinked and looked towards the talker, seeing the bartender standing nearby with a large grin.
"Any suggestions?" She gave a small smile back, feeling even more unsure.
"You a cocktail girl?" he asked and she had no idea what he was talking about.
"Not much of a drinker actually," she said truthfully, though vague enough to pass it off as something other than the fact she couldn't drink yet.
"I'll start you off with something sweet. You look like you'd like something sweet," he winked at her and she blushed.
Was he flirting with her? No one's ever flirted with her. At school, she was always the Quirkless Loser, who everyone stayed away from…
He slid a small glass towards her and she tentatively grabbed it, lifting it to her lips and paused. She finally took a sip and her eyes widened.
"It's sweet," she licked her lips. "I like it."
He winked at her again. "Knew it. Let me know if you want another one! This one's on the house, Darlin'."
She smiled widely at him and was left to enjoy her drink, amazed she hadn't been carded. Izuku knew that, according to others, she looked older than she really was and she guessed that she could take advantage of that fact now.
Izuku turned her head, feeling good and excited, only to lose her breath and stare at the man who just walked into the bar.
Blue jeans shaped to strong legs, and a white shirt that was form fitting and showed off a well-muscled torso and thick arms. His red hair was in soft spikes that added to his already tall height, and his lips were pressed together in a neutral line, with his bottom lip full and pushing out slightly.
The thought of how she'd wanted to kiss those lips went through her head and she was aghast at herself, banishing that thought and wondering what was going on with her.
Still, she saw his pretty turquoise eyes glance around the room in boredom before catching sight of her. She hurriedly looked away, staring down at her colorful glass and holding tightly to the small shot glass with both of her hands.
He made her eyes burn and her stomach clenched tightly.
There was shuffling movement next to her and that made her instinctively turn, only to freeze up and probably looking like a deer in front of headlights as she saw it was him who'd sat next to her. Her breathing became shallow.
He held up a hand, hailing the bartender over. "Bottle Asahi," he ordered and she watched as the bartender reached into an icebox where the bottled beer was kept, grabbing one and handing it to the red-haired man, who handed cash over. When he settled down in his seat, Izuku turned back to her drink immediately, trying to keep to herself.
There went her whole 'No one knows me here, let me try to be social!' determination.
"Hi," a man's low, husky voice said, which brought shivers through her body.
She turned her head, seeing him looking towards her, and realized he was the one with the greeting and it had been towards her.
"H-hello," she said shyly, biting down on her lower lip.
He turned fully towards her, moving his body to face her while leaning an elbow on the counter top. "Do you mind if I ask for your name?"
She found herself shaking her head, mesmerized. This was a strange feeling. She didn't think she could remember being so fascinated by a guy before. Then again, at school, there wasn't really anyone for her to be fascinated by anyway…
"My name's Izuku," she gave him a small, unsure smile.
His lips quirked up a bit, but it was much more surer than hers. "Call me Enji."
This was madness and she was only fifteen years old, but he didn't know that and he didn't have to know that. She'd just turned fifteen and she wanted to be better and more confident than she normally was.
He didn't have to know anything.
Izuku took a deep breath and smiled a little more, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "Then…it's nice to meet you, Enji-san!"
It was and she was going to cherish tonight and its memories, and finally be someone else other than Midoriya Izuku, Quirkless Idiot.
Enji had walked into the bar without any expectations, wanting to wind down after a long day of Hero work and avoid coming home quickly. His kids didn't want him to be there and he didn't want to either.
He'd only meant to look around for a seat, not to find himself looking at beautiful peridot eyes set on a pretty face and framed by wild green hair, this sweet-looking girl staring at him before looking away cutely as she saw him looking back. His feet was already moving towards her before he could really think about it, and when he was near enough, he consciously made the decision to take the seat next to her.
And as they traded names, he enjoyed her bright smile towards him (When was the last time anyone had done that?) and the flush of her cheeks as she watched him. They made small talk for a minute, talking about what they did. He was vague enough, saying he was in the Hero business (she didn't seem to recognize him without his flames) and her telling him she was a student. She looked young, which made him uneasy since he knew how old he would be compared to her, but he ignored that and focused on asking her about her studies. He'd just been about to ask which college she was attending, when a notebook fell out of her bag when she moved off kilter on her stool.
Before she could pick it up, he moved to do it himself, eyes catching sight of the title. Hero Analysis For the Future. He inwardly grimaced. Was she a Hero fan or something?
"T-thank you," she turned red, accepting it from him. "It's just a stupid hobby of mine," she muttered, looking down in embarrassment.
He quietly sighed. He didn't want to really talk Heroics and he was a bit disappointed to have run across a fanatic, especially when he was becoming interested in her, but he also didn't want to see her looking so down and embarrassed about something she obviously was really into and enjoyed doing.
"Looks interesting," he said, forcing a smile. "What got you into this? You really like Heroes?"
She looked at him blushingly. "I love Heroes," she admitted, making him almost grimace outwardly. "I want to be one. I'm also really interested in Quirks and fascinated about them. But it's just a dumb hobby anyway."
He held out a hand. "May I?" he asked, deciding he might as well feign interest and bolster her confidence.
She hesitated before reluctantly handing over the notebook. He opened it up to the first page and stared.
It was…It wasn't anything that he'd imagined. He'd assumed she was just some fanatic, writing and gushing about Heroes in her notebook. But the level of detail on just the first page…the sketches, the discussion on the Quirks used in the fight, on the Heroes themselves…
"This is impressive," he complimented her sincerely, eyebrows raising. "For a hobby, it's ridiculously detailed and pretty amazing. You're sure it's just a hobby?"
She gave him a half-smile in her usual shyness, making him want to reach over to her. "Sometimes I like watching Hero fights so I can sketch them too. I blog it sometimes and do little recreated art stills of them and post them. The analyzing thing I do with my notebooks and is because I'm really into figuring out how each Quirk I run into works, the weaknesses, speculating on possible usage or combat moves…I know I'm pretty geeky about this kind of thing," she fully blushed then.
But he was fascinated now too. "No, no —I don't think it's geeky at all. This is amazing work, good enough that any Hero agency would probably be interested in taking a look at your work or even asking you for your point of view or opinion on could make a name for yourself."
This was work that would be appreciated in his own agency. Her notations were very detailed and immensely spread out, providing more than adequate thoughts and suggestions that could prove valuable.
He found himself drawn into a discussion on Heroics and Quirks with her, even debating a little, and her enthusiasm was shared by him.
But the more they talked, the more Enji found himself staring at her lips, the enticing blush across her cheeks, the light in her eyes that made him want to see it darken in desire…
He'd come over because he wanted to talk to her, because he knew there was a pull towards her from the moment their eyes connected. And the more time passed as he was around her, the more that pull grew stronger.
"Do you want to dance?" she asked him suddenly.
He was taken aback. "I don't dance."
"Well, I want to dance," she grinned playfully, eyes glittering as she slipped off her stool and put down her bag. She grabbed his hands and insistently tugged him off his stool, heading to the dance floor in the back of the bar and pulling him along after her. He didn't stop her.
On the dance floor, she'd drawn his arms around her waist and her arms stretched to clasp around his neck, while she stood on the tip of her toes.
"You're so tall," her eyes were wide and she nibbled on her lip.
He thought about it a second before lifting her up and setting her on his feet, while still going to hunch a bit over her.
"Better?" he murmured.
She inhaled sharply. "Yes."
Izuku smelled of something sweet and he found himself burying his face against her neck, breathing her in. He could feel her throat swallow and he moved his face, letting his lips kiss her neck and linger.
He moved back and stood at his full height as he swayed around, letting her continue to stand on his feet while they gazed into each other's eyes. Her hands had dropped to his chest, palms flat against it while he kept his arms wrapped around her, dancing close together on the low-lit area of the dance floor.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
Her already wide eyes widened even more, with her blush darkening. Her breathing was shallow and careful and she didn't answer right away.
But then she licked her lips and nodded.
"Yes."
She'd followed him out, a mess of emotions. She was certain she wanted to do this, but yet also a contradiction of uncertainty. She was going off with this stranger who she just met, knowing what this was leading to.
And the moment they stepped out of the bar, he'd pushed her up against the wall of the building, his lips landing on hers and kissing her thoroughly and stealing all her breath away.
This was the first time she'd ever been kissed and it was wonderful and exciting and just exhilarating.
None of this was like her and she didn't care. This handsome man had had his attention on her from the moment he'd come into that bar, wanted her right now and was kissing her in a way where no thought could stay in her head for longer than seconds.
He pulled away and they were both breathing hard as they gazed at each other.
"Follow me to my car," he murmured and she nodded dazedly, letting him take her hand and lead the way.
By the time they found his car in the parking lot of the bar, he'd pulled her back to him and was kissing her again. He'd fumbled with his keys, unlocking his car and opening a door. They tumbled into the back, and he lay back on the backseats, letting her crawl on top of him before shutting the door behind her. She'd managed to straddle him in the small space, wondering at the hot touch of his hands.
His body heat was hotter than a normal person's, she was sure, and it was heating her up easily, especially as he dragged his hands over her hips, up her waist and then her flanks, all the way up to her breasts.
He'd cup them and briefly squeezed, causing a gasp to escape her, before his hands went to her waist and pushed her down onto his bottom half. She could feel his hard bulge and blushed heavily.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked and she nodded, decidedly sure now.
Inwardly, she knew there wasn't going to ever be anyone interested in a Quirkless bitch like herself and this was an opportunity with the most handsome man she'd ever met, who was actually treating her kindly and finding her desirable.
Why wouldn't she want to do this now?
He pulled her into another kiss, even as he reached down and reached under her skirt.
She inhaled sharply, almost tensing until one of his hands comfortingly rubbed her back. Then he'd thrust up without warning, tearing through her hymen and breaking her barrier, taking her virginity in a second. She cried out loudly, caught by surprise and pain at the intrusion. She'd ended up clutching onto him, gasping and whimpering in pain instead of pleasure now.
Enji murmured apologies and continued to rub her back in comfort. When he started lightly thrusting, she winced and kept clutching onto him. But then the pain was leaving and she started to feel pleasure again, starting to lift herself and then come back down onto him experimentally.
"Better, Izuku? You like that?" he groaned aloud.
"Y-yes!" she started moving faster.
They kept going, fucking on the backseat of his car without any reservations and trying to be mindful of the space.
Afterwards, they slumped against each other, still mildly thrusting against each other and kissing lazily. He thrust up a little too much, leaning up, and managed to bump his head against the ceiling of his car.
They laughed at that, holding each other and kissing several more times. He rubbed his head.
"I should've been careful and mindful not to do such a dumb thing," he gave a half smile.
She gave him a crooked smile back. "I appreciate the enthusiasm," she teased.
One of his hands curved around her waist and he was looking at her heatedly. "Do you want to continue this somewhere else? Somewhere with an actual bed and more room?"
"I'd like that," she found herself saying, deciding that she really wanted to go with him and continue this.
She really wanted more of him.
He kissed her briefly before gesturing to the driver's seat. "Let me move to the front and drive us to a hotel."
She licked her lips and nodded, climbing off of him and sitting on a seat. He stepped out of the car after tucking himself back into his jeans, and then he went to his seat and turned on the car.
"Oh wait! My bag," she winced.
"I'll get it," Enji said and left, and she waited patiently. It didn't take him long and he handed her bag over before he began to back out of his parking spot.
If she spent the rest of the night with him in a love hotel, mewling and enjoying his attentions on a large bed with soft sheets…
Well then, it had been her decision.
Started 12/8/18— Completed 12/12/18
A/n: Challenge fill for Otaku4life16 over at Ao3, called "Endeavor needs love"~ A little bit like "Don't Want to Touch You", but a lot more lighthearted, I think. And definitely fluffy :D Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter; please remember to feed my soul and review!
Quick Points:
1. EnDeku Discord Invite: discord dot gg /GFHSFJc
Yeah, I went ahead and made a Discord server for this pairing. I'm so dumb.
2. Current BNHA fics as of 12/16:
"Advent of a Heroine" (main)
"Don't Want to Touch You (But You're Under My Skin)" (Main EnDeku),
"Miss You Like Crazy" (EnDeku Soulmate series),
"Cake and Smiles" (AFOIzu, became a three-shot),
an exclusive Ao3 EnDeku smut fic called "A Wolf in My Heart" (done for Kinktober),
"Miles in Your Mind" (EnDeku fic bodyswap),
"A Little Sugar & Honey" (EnDeku one-shot),
"warm embers" (another EnDeku one-shot),
and this fic called "Sweet Love O' Mine".
Please check them out~
