Disclaimer: Of course I don't own My Hero Academia, its characters, or the franchise.
Story: Enji was fascinated with Izuku. She was curious and a bit enamored. The two of them are a mess together and apart, and everyone gets drawn into the line of fire.
Set as an AU canon divergent 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 sexual situations…
Pairings: Fem!Izuku/Endeavor, side-Dekubowl (because my regulars know my habitual obsession with the protag/one-sided (or not) others XD), Hawks/Fuyumi, etc…
A/n: Uncensored version on Ao3.
Don't Want to Touch You (But You're Under My Skin)
Chapter Four: Love's a Waiting Game
Enji breathed in deeply, running the words through his head. This little girl thought she could just…just speak to him like this?
The fire in those eyes captivated him and the way she glared up at him with defiance made something in him snap, aching with desire and longing and just set him on fire.
He took several steps towards her, quick strides that caught her off guard, and once he was in front of her he bore down over her, his height and bulk just eclipsing her.
She became hesitant, tensed at his proximity, but he'd backed her into the wall because she hadn't been able to keep herself from moving backwards as he'd approached. Now he'd entrapped her, placing his hands on either side of her head as he leaned down and scowled, dousing his flames. He heard her breath stutter as she looked up at him.
"You really think you can talk to me like that? You think you can just act defiant and challenge me like this?"
"I wasn't challenging you," she whispered, her pink tongue licking her lower lip.
His eyes followed the movement.
"The hell you didn't."
And then he smashed his lips against hers, capturing them into a rough kiss that had her gasping into his mouth and leaning into him, slender hands grappling onto his biceps. His hands landed squarely around her waist, picking her up easily and holding her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in, pushing him tight against her lithe body.
He grinded his crotch against her. Moaning into her mouth, Enji let one hand grasp onto a breast, squeezing and pulling at it, running a thumb over the clothed nipple. He swallowed up her gasp, thrusting against her wildly —rutting against her like an animal, unable to control his hips…the way she was making him lose control…
"Hah…haah…ngh…Endeavor-san!" she gasped out once he'd latched his mouth onto her neck, sucking hard on it and sure to leave a mark.
"P-please, Endeavor-san! I-I n-need —"
"What do you need? Tell me what you need, sweetheart?" he asked gruffly. "Tell me what you need because I need you."
"Haaah! I need…I need…I need you!" she screamed. "Please! I need you inside of me!"
He breathed in sharply at that, reaching for his buckle and shoving his pants down. He held her up against the wall. He paused.
"I want you," he told her, looking straight into her beautiful eyes. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," she breathed out and he plunged into her tight warmth.
Enji woke up with a start, feeling sweat covering his body. The memory of the dream lingered and he wished he could just instantly forget it. Instead, the fire in Izuku's eyes, the challenge in her tone haunted him, was making his cock rise up. He blankly stared at the ceiling as he reached down.
He imagined her fiery look, the way her eyes glittered up at him after the first time they had sex, the way her body molded to his…
He desperately began to jerk off. He pictured her small body underneath his, the way he'd practically covered her, and the softness of her lips against his skin.
But instead, he could feel himself get angry and frustrated, unable to reach his peak, despite his hand moving rapidly and tightly. It wasn't the same and he found himself craving her all over again. He didn't know if he ever stopped craving her.
In the end, he was left frustrated, getting off of his bed and gathering up his bed sheet, shuffling out of his room and towards the laundry room. There, he tiredly shoved his bed sheet in and set it up. Once the washer got going, he leaned his forehead against the cabinet above the washer, trying to clear his head.
"Otou-san?"
Fuyumi's gentle voice cut in and he turned his head slowly, wanting to disappear and not deal with anything. "Are you okay?" she asked in concern.
He straightened up. "I'm fine," he brushed her off, looking away.
He didn't really want to explain to his daughter that he'd had a wet dream about a girl more than half his age. He was afraid that if she saw his face, it'd be written all over it and Fuyumi would know he was a dirty old man. To take his mind off of that, he remembered Rei and the promise he'd made to Shoto.
"Do you want to visit your mother?" he asked gruffly.
"No," Fuyumi answered immediately, surprising him so much that he'd looked at her right then.
"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.
"I'm sure," she answered coolly. Then she smiled softly at him, her voice becoming normal. "I can finish up here, Otou-san. Go back to bed, alright?"
He quietly thanked her and moved past, heading back to his room and lost in thought. He'd always assumed all of his children resented and were angry at him. It had never occurred to him to think any of them would be angry at their mother, since he'd been the one to neglect and push them away, and had been the asshole around here. To think that someone like Fuyumi, who was normally so sweet and kind, could feel and carry around that kind of anger…It was strange to think that his daughter carried a bit of him in her. He hadn't paid close enough attention to any of them and was paying for it now. He really needed to change things and could only be grateful to Izuku in forcing him to confront himself and his past.
It still didn't give him the right to continue fantasizing about her…
Grabbing another bed sheet from the closet, he halfheartedly fixed his bed. He couldn't sleep and his fucking cock was still hard. Maybe…maybe a shower would help…
Only, as he stepped into the water and had it on full blast and freezing, his mind just circled back to her and that dream.
Fuck, that hadn't been how it happened…but it could have. If he'd thought on it earlier, the confrontation in the corridor was what started it all and if he'd faced her then and had thought about it, maybe he wouldn't have waited that next night. Maybe he would have gone insane for her then, wanting her and hoping she'd want him.
The freezing water slid down his body, but it did nothing to cool down his overheated body. And when the memories flooded his mind, all he could think of as he reached down for his cock again, was the way he was able to worship her body that night, the way she'd let him touch her and reveled in his attention.
"Fuck, you're such an idiot," he cursed at himself, even as he came again.
He was still left in frustration.
Izuku had to stop reaching for her neck. Despite having received it two nights ago, the love bite she'd received from Endeavor was still there and hadn't faded at all. She'd had to have her mom help her hide it (and wasn't that embarrassing!) before she left the apartment to head to school. After all, how the hell was she going to explain her hickey to people?
She shuddered and pushed that thought away, walking onto school grounds stiffly. She was still a bit sore, but it was much better than when she'd first left Enji's —Endeavor's side. Damn, she wasn't sure what to refer to him. He'd always been Endeavor because he was a Pro-Hero, and one she thought would be out of her reach. But now, after that night and the way she'd allowed herself to be so casual and call him by his name…
It was just one night though (and a morning, plus the afternoon before that night).
Shaking her head, she started to head to her classroom when, to her utter surprise, she found her right being occupied by Todoroki Shoto.
She didn't know how she felt about that. For one, she was confused why he'd sought her out, especially since he wasn't saying anything and was just quietly walking by her side. For another, the last time they'd been face to face, they'd been locked in a deadly battle in the Sports Festival. They hadn't exactly been buddy buddy then.
And then there was the fact she'd recently slept with his father, whom she knew he had issues with.
She felt rather awkward being around him in retrospect.
Before she could turn to him and question him, she heard Katsuki from behind them instead.
"Hey! Fucking Deku! Move out of the fucking way! You're way too fucking slow," he snarled, coming closer.
She paused and took a step to the side, sighing inwardly. Katsuki angrily pushed past her, adding in an extra shove to her shoulder.
"God, you're so stupid. I don't know why Half and Half is bothering being with you, you're such an ugly bitch," Katuski said as he continued ahead.
Izuku flinched and stared hard at the ground, feeling her hands clench.
"Midoriya, we'll be late," Shoto said quietly and she gave him a small smile before walking to the classroom.
But as the day went on, Katsuki was crueler to her than normal. She didn't know what was pissing him off, but the insults kept coming one after the other.
"Get your ugly face out of my sight!"
"Your fat ass is in the way!"
"Fucking plain and boring, I'm surprised if anyone looks your way."
That last one. She remembered him saying all sorts of the same thing during the Sports Festival. She tried putting it down to him wanting to distract her and make her unfocused for the trials, but…
It's not like he hadn't been saying those kind of things to her before.
If Izuku was honest to herself…it was part of the reason she let herself sleep with Endeavor. With Enji.
He made her feel beautiful and wanted. He made her feel desired, when all she'd ever been told was that she was too plain and boring, and when Katsuki was feeling particular mean —ugly. She was ugly and not this strangely enchanting girl Enji had told her she was.
She hadn't felt that way until him.
(She quietly added that she went with him and agreed to sleep with him because there was a part of her that was attracted to him, that thought he was handsome, had always had a little crush, had always wanted to touch that body, that face, those lips…
Then there was the part of her that was flattered and taken aback, and loved the idea of being wanted by Endeavor of all people.)
But now she was back to square one and she felt undesirable and unpretty.
Izuku heard the bell and didn't feel like talking to anyone, so she got up and took her bag and left the classroom quickly. She wanted to be alone and didn't want to hear anything from Katsuki anymore, knowing she would continue to be assaulted with insults if she stayed there.
The roof was a welcome reprieve and she dropped her bag while taking shaky breaths to calm herself and keep herself from crying.
"Midoriya?"
She turned around, not sure why Shoto had followed her up to the roof. She really wished he hadn't.
But it wasn't like there was anything to be done about it now.
Shoto had known there was something wrong the moment he saw Midoriya flee the classroom. He'd only managed to catch up to her and saw her head up to the roof. Seeing her close to tears though…
It wasn't hard to deduce why.
He'd approached her that morning, for the first time wanting to be near someone and even maybe become friends. He'd never wanted or cared for friends before.
But then no one else had cared to befriend and do so much to help him reconcile his feelings with his father or his divisive feelings on his Quirk. Not until her.
And yet it hadn't been long until that Bakugo had stormed by and Shoto had heard what he'd said to her. The things that made the small changes to her body and her expression, made her eyes darkened and her lips pressed together unhappily…
In the classroom, the vitriol had continued and he had no idea what was Bakugo's problem. He and the class had always known there was some issues and a friction between the two, but Bakugo hadn't gone this far before. Or maybe he had and no one had really noticed. Or maybe it had been before they'd known Bakugo and Midoriya. Whatever the case, it was still disgusting to see the blond treat Midoriya this way.
"Are you hungry?" he asked instead, sure she didn't want to be drilled about this.
She blinked at him with her teary eyes, smiling slightly. "I am hungry. You?"
"Starving," he said simply, sitting down on the ground.
She tentatively joined him, taking out her own bento box while he looked through what his father had packed. It was quiet a moment, though he did notice her fidgeting a bit and glancing at him every once and a while.
"Shoto-kun," she suddenly said, drawing his attention. "I have something to confess."
Shifting towards her direction, he waited for her to continue. She wet her lips and then nibbled at her lip for a second, before she clasped a hand behind her neck and rubbed it anxiously.
"It's eating at me not to say anything to you because I feel really guilty, especially after what you told me about your family life," she said with a remorseful expression. "I probably shouldn't say anything, but…I, um…Shoto-kun, I ended up sleeping with your father the day after the Sports Festival."
He stilled, staring at her after her confession.
And yet…for some reason he wasn't all that surprised. Looking at her now, seeing the strangely insecure (this was the stubborn, powerful girl who'd gone head to head with him in the Sports Festival), and remembering the ugly words Bakugo kept spouting at her all day…
If someone like Shoto's father had approached her and somehow made her feel beautiful, why wouldn't she be flattered and go with him?
It made sense and he understood. That didn't mean he wasn't furious.
Not at her of course, but he was downright pissed off his father had gone and slept with her, especially since Shoto considered her his first friend. Not that he'd told her that (or anyone) that they were even friends in the first place. It was the thought that mattered, right?
But then she started crying and he started to panic.
"I-I'm really sorry, Shoto-kun! I'm a horrible person, aren't I?" she sniffed, wiping at her eyes.
He hesitated before laying a hand on her shoulder. He was struggling with the revelation, but he didn't want her upset and crying.
She was honestly someone that had sparked something in him, a kindness and understanding she'd given as she reached out and for once made him feel like someone was on his side. A part of him was angered that it seemed like his father was unknowingly trying to take that away from him, but more than that, as he looked at her and remembered all the words thrown at her today, he felt like being on her side like she'd been on his.
To reach out to her like she had for him.
If his father had been someone she'd wanted and made her feel like she wasn't this plain, ugly girl Bakugo made her feel as, then maybe he could get himself to forcefully be okay with it and even push his father…if need be.
His friend, his first and only friend was what mattered.
Even if she didn't yet know they were friends. He was working on letting her know that, but it'd probably have to wait until after she'd calmed down. Or maybe not —Izuku was smart. She'd probably pick it up on her own soon enough without him needing to say anything.
But then part of him remembered the father that he'd oddly was around during this weekend, someone different and (dare he say it) softer than the man Shoto was used to and had known all his life.
The same man that had hesitantly told him about the past and allowed him contact with his mother…if she wanted it.
He eyed Midoriya contemplatively, quietly murmuring platitudes while his mind went into overdrive. If her encounter with Todoroki Enji happened during the weekend, happened before that strange meal with his father…
Then it wouldn't be too out there to realize that that whole thing with his meal with his father had occurred because of her. That the change in his father was because of her.
And then he recalled how she'd changed him and was that some kind of Quirk? This ability of hers to change and help people? Because she'd helped him sort of get over his own Quirk, to get the courage to want to see his mother again after so many years. And now this.
He smiled softly at her, catching her off guard. "Forget him. He's no one really. Why don't you tell me about what attracts you?"
She blinked before laughing lightly, wiping her eyes a final time. "Suits," she said wryly. "Guys in suits are kind of hot. What about you?"
Shoto shrugged. "I don't know."
He didn't but that wasn't what was important.
When it was time to get back to class, he let her go first and took out his phone, calling his father immediately.
"Shoto? Aren't you supposed to be in class?"
"In a little bit," he said shortly, feeling his anger mount again. "Never mind that," he snapped into the phone. "You know I'm interning with you, so pick me up at the train station after school ends. Don't come in your uniform! Dress normally, in a suit!"
He hung up straight after.
Enji had been baffled at his son's phone call, but he did what Shoto had demanded. He figured whatever his son was up to, it wasn't something that would affect him too badly and he should just go with it. Maybe it'll be another point in his favor and help him continue to rebuild his relationship with his son.
So he awkwardly stood in the train station, waiting for his son to arrive so they could leave together for home. Shoto had never wanted him to pick him up before, so he wondered what was so special about this time —
"Izuku, I hope you do well in your internship with this Hero you're heading to," he heard Shoto say and he froze.
He forced himself to turn and his breath left him.
There she was, the bane of his existence —all wild green hair, pretty peridots for eyes, and that sweet soft face with those plush lips…
Enji knew that he was staring at her, that he probably looked like a hungry animal, and even as guilt and shame flooded him…the desire never left and his hands itched to reach for her and touch her.
She looked surprised to see him before she looked hesitant. But in an instant, those green eyes darkened and she looked him over, giving him a heated look that made him almost forget everything and everyone.
But then she looked away from him and turned to his son, hugging Shoto tightly before peeling back and looking normal, as if she hadn't just given him that searing look.
"Thank you, Shoto-kun! Please work well with your father and I hope the two of you get along and have a good time working together!" She actually turned to him then and even addressed him. But it was professionally and nowhere near the desire-filled reaction he craved from her.
"Endeavor-san, please take care of yourself," she bowed politely.
She gave him a small smile before leaving them behind and heading towards the train. He found himself watching her, unable to take his gaze away from her retreating back.
A shove to his arm caused him to refocus and look at his son, who watched him blankly. He felt nervous and realized just how he'd been acting and in front of who no less.
"We should head back home too," Shoto said indifferently.
Enji nodded stiffly and led the way to their own train.
His son left for his room while Enji locked himself up in his own room. He dropped to his knees before his bed, hands reaching for his hair and clutching onto it. He closed his eyes, wanting to block everything out, but instead it just helped to make him visualize the way she'd eyed him at the train station, her eyes moving up and down his figure, the way her eyes blazed with heat for him.
She still wanted him back and that did things to him, to his mind that made him want to call her —find a way to contact her, entice her back into his bed. Maybe his son's phone had her number…all he had to do was wait for Shoto to go to sleep, take his phone and look it up —
"What's wrong with me?" he gasped out, pushing his palms against his eyes and pressing against them harshly.
He was going crazy. He was.
It didn't stop the desire and need for her from haunting him.
Angrily shoving his pants down and reaching for his cock, he jerked himself off while picturing the way Izuku looked at the train station; the way she'd looked at him.
He didn't know how to get her out of his head.
Started 9/29/18 — Completed 11/26/18
A/n: Ah, it's been awhile, hasn't it? Sorry, guys! I don't know what the stall was (hmm…). But I still love this story~ Poor Enji though –I seem to like torturing the guy and dragging out his frustration XD Oh well. If he wants her, he's gonna have to suffer for a bit then ;P Please remember to review and feed my bloodthirsty soul! Er, did I say bloodthirsty…?
Quick Points:
1. Shoto: He's such a helpful boy, even if he's pissed off at his dad~
2. Rei: YAS. I'm happy it went over well with people. Hell, I was driving myself nuts over that conversation XD
3. Current BNHA fics as of 11/28: "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), and a new EnDeku fic called "Miles in Your Mind". I also have an EnDeku recently published called "A Little Sugar & Honey" and a new EnDeku multi-shot called "Sweet Love O' Mine" that will hopefully come out tomorrow or Friday. Please check them out~
