—.My Hero Academia: Giving 100 Percent to Be Parents: Part 1.—
Summary: Deku and Uraraka receive news from their doctor: because Deku was born without a quirk, they only have a one percent chance of having a baby. Determined to defy the odds, the couple faces an emotional and physical challenge, trying to maintain their passion to make the most of Uraraka's fertile days.
To keep the spark alive, they get creative by engaging in erotic role-playing, improvising scenes from fantasies they had back when they attended U.A. High, recreating moments and scenarios from their youthful hero days.
Story with explicit themes*
The afternoon had settled peacefully, wrapping the room in a soft twilight, interrupted only by the glimmers of sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Deku was entwining his fingers with Uraraka's, while the sheets on the bed continued to crease with their steady movements. Their bodies moved in a slow, synchronized dance. Izuku squeezed Uraraka's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, and she did the same with equal intensity.
—Deku...— Uraraka whispered, her voice catching in her throat, as her eyes closed, surrendering completely to the sensation of being enveloped in his love.
Uraraka was always careful to keep at least her thumb or pinky out to prevent them both from floating, but now she was finding it hard to think clearly, and in their last movement, she squeezed Deku's hand tightly.
They both began to float, and Deku buried his face in Uraraka's neck.
It didn't take long before Deku's back softly bumped against the ceiling of the room.
—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to— Uraraka apologized softly. —Though... on the other hand, I wouldn't mind taking a little break. I feel like you're being particularly stubborn after what happened.
Uraraka felt him nod against her neck, and she released his hand so he could deactivate his quirk.
Just as their fingers were about to touch, images from that same morning flashed through Uraraka's mind.
Uraraka had always thought that Deku seemed to have a natural gift with children. That was, in fact, undeniable. Even with Kota, who had initially rejected and attacked him, Deku had eventually won his heart and unofficially founded the Mini Deku Fan Club during his time at U.A.
That morning, Uraraka watched Deku as they got ready for breakfast. He was mumbling to himself—a habit he had never lost—while flipping through a baby name book. His gaze was focused, and from time to time, he took notes in one of his notebooks, the ones he always carried with him. Uraraka couldn't help but smile, seeing him so engrossed. There was something incredibly endearing about the way Deku fully committed to any task.
Later, as she watched him researching parenting theories online, she was overwhelmed by a wave of affection. The seriousness with which he approached the subject touched her deeply. Without thinking much about it, she leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Deku looked at her in surprise when she pulled away, but he was smiling.
—What was that... for?— he asked, slightly blushing.
Uraraka settled onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she gazed into his eyes.
—It's because I think you'll be a great father,— she replied sincerely, before leaning in to kiss him again, this time more passionately. And for a brief moment, everything was perfect in their lives, believing in the bright future that awaited them.
—You should give up,— the elderly doctor said bluntly, and neither of them could believe how horribly direct he was.
¿Why did they keep going to this doctor?
—In recent years, a correlation has been observed between individuals born without a quirk and infertility. Some believe it's nature's way, or the evolutionary process, telling us that people without quirks shouldn't exist anymore. Everyone should have at least one peculiarity.
The words echoed in Deku's mind, repeating over and over again. The idea that his lack of an original quirk, such a fundamental part of his identity, could be the reason they couldn't have children filled him with guilt. He lowered his head, clenching his fist on his knee tightly, as if trying to contain the pain he felt in his chest.
—So... it's because of me that we can't have children,— Deku murmured, his voice heavy with self-blame, but he immediately felt Uraraka's hand on his in a gesture of support.
—So the chance of getting pregnant is zero percent, doctor?— Uraraka asked.
The doctor hesitated for a moment before replying.
—Well, maybe one percent, but...
—Then there's still a small chance,— Uraraka interrupted, a spark of hope in her eyes.
—That's not...
—We can try a hundred times, and by probability, we'll have a baby!— Uraraka exclaimed, turning to Deku with a smile that seemed to defy logic itself.
—Yes!— Deku replied, caught up in her enthusiasm.
They both left the doctor's office, excited.
—A hundred times?— the doctor blushed slightly. It was true that he was the well-known number one hero, and his wife, Uravity, was quite lovely, but he seriously doubted any couple could keep up the mood that many times during their fertile days. Maybe that was their way of being in denial.
—Guess this confirms we're still a pair of weirdos...—Deku said as he stepped into the living room, wearing his old U.A. Academy uniform. He scratched his chin, looking slightly embarrassed.
—It looks really good on you!— Uraraka exclaimed, getting up excitedly and leaving a bowl of boiled potatoes she'd been peeling on the table. —You've kept your uniform in really good condition!— She marveled, wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing, then running her fingers over the fabric of one of the sleeves.
Deku glanced down at his uniform, then back at her.
—Actually, my uniform didn't survive that last fight I had with Kacchan on graduation day.
—Oh, I think I remember something about that. By the way, what was that fight about?
—Hahaha, it's not worth remembering now.
Uraraka found it a bit suspicious that he didn't want to talk about it, but she decided not to press the issue for now.
—So this uniform...?
—It's Todoroki's. I asked him to lend it to me, and fortunately, he didn't ask any questions. That's so like him.
—I see. Well, it fits you perfectly. Though, I think I remember him being a bit taller.
—I grew a little after we left the academy.
—Yeah, that makes sense,— Uraraka said as she lovingly wrapped her arms around Deku's neck. —When we were in first year, I think you were only about ten centimeters taller than me. You looked really cute.
Deku smiled and hugged her around the waist, pulling her close. Uraraka felt the gentle tug of him untying her apron, a gesture that made a warm feeling spread in her chest.
—I also thought you were very cute when I first saw you in your uniform,— he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek playfully. —Never in a million years would I have thought a nerd like me would end up with such a beautiful wife.— Deku's words made her smile, and she closed her eyes as he kissed her again, this time with more intensity. The warmth of the kiss and the closeness of their bodies created a tender, yet charged atmosphere. Uraraka felt her heart race, aware of how lucky they were to have each other.
—Uh, Deku,— she whispered, finding it difficult to speak with his lips on hers, —I think it's better if I finish preparing dinner before we start something we can't stop.
—Alright,— he replied with a grin, pulling his hands away from her, though not entirely willing to let her go just yet.
Uraraka returned to the table, unable to suppress a blush and a shiver as she felt Deku stand behind her chair.
The potatoes were still warm as Uraraka began to cut and mash them between her hands, focusing for a moment on the gentle, warm steam rising from them.
—Looks like we're going to have something delicious for dinner,— Izuku commented, slipping his hands around Uraraka's apron and beginning to caress her breasts, mimicking the motion of her hands with the potatoes. Uraraka couldn't help but shiver with pleasure at the sensation.
—You're unusually affectionate today,— Uraraka remarked, unable to keep her voice from sounding a bit unsteady as his hands continued their exploration.
—Actually, I always feel this way when I'm with you, but it's only when I'm on vacation that I can give free rein to my desires without worrying about being called away and leaving everything unfinished.
Deku continued massaging her breasts, now planting kisses along her neck.
—If someone saw us right now, they might think it looks like a married woman having an affair with a UA student,— Uraraka teased.
—Having an affair with the wife of the number one hero sounds way too risky for anyone to even think about it,— he replied in a playful tone, as his hands slipped inside Uraraka's bra, gently caressing her nipples. —But in a purely hypothetical situation, do you think she'd do it because she stopped loving him? Or because she realized he wasn't the right person for her after all?
—I think neither. Probably the wife of someone so busy could start to feel a bit lonely. And maybe meeting a young man with the same green eyes and carefree smile might remind her of her husband when she fell in love with him at the academy.
—That answer seems a bit thought out. Have you been thinking about it before?— Deku asked with interest.
—Actually... sometimes I read a bit of spicy stuff when I can't sleep at night. And that kind of thing happens all the time in those stories.
Izuku felt a pang of guilt hearing that, his hands stopping for a moment.
—I'm sorry, Ochako. You must feel really lonely sometimes.
—N-no. I understand you can't come home every day. Um, could you hand me the masher? It's in the middle drawer of the pantry.
—Sure,— he nodded, reluctantly pulling away from her to get the utensil. He headed to the pantry, opening the drawer to search for the masher, while Ochako tried to steady her breathing, trying to regain control of her emotions.
—I think I'd like to help you mash the potatoes, Mrs. Midoriya. But I need you to stand up.
Obeying, she stood up and moved the chair aside. She felt Deku press up against her back, his arms encircling her waist, and then he started to mash the potatoes in a way that felt somewhat suggestive to her.
—Is this alright?
Uraraka nodded slightly, blushing.
—Well, I think I only need one hand,— Deku mused, and while continuing to mash the potatoes with his right hand, he used the other to unbutton Uraraka's shorts. —I think your husband must be crazy to leave you here alone at night.
—P-please don't speak ill of him. He's the best husband in the world, but he also has many responsibilities because of the power passed down to him by All Might, the former Symbol of Peace.
—You're very understanding of your husband, Mrs. Midoriya,— he said as Uraraka heard Deku lower her shorts slightly, then began rubbing against her over her underwear while his fingers caressed her front. —I like that. Someone who can be kind even to someone who doesn't deserve it.
—Aren't there girls your age like that at the academy?
—No. The girls in my class only care about themselves and seem more interested in how they look in their costumes than in improving their skills. In that sense, I also feel a bit lonely at the academy.
Deku kissed her on the cheek, and when she turned her head, he was able to kiss her on the lips.
—Mrs. Midoriya...
—Izuku...
Deku started creating a gap in Uraraka's panties with his fingers when, unexpectedly, the doorbell rang.
—Uh, it must be...— Ochako tried to turn to go answer the door, but Deku stopped her, holding her by the waist.
—We should let your husband wait a bit as punishment,— he whispered in her ear.
—But...
Deku kissed her on the lips again, and slid his middle finger between her legs.
—Mrs. Midoriya...— he whispered as he felt her shiver.
Another minute passed, and this time, the person at the door knocked directly with their fist.
—Special delivery.
—¿Did you order something?— Deku finally stopped.
—I think it's the frozen products my father said he'd send from Osaka. We need them for dinner.
Deku lowered his head in disappointment.
—I see.
—I'm sorry,— Uraraka apologized, adjusting her clothes and hurrying to open the door, while Deku licked the finger he had been using.
This was definitely only the beginning.
Ochako watched Deku sleeping beside her, recalling how, right after closing the door after the delivery, without wasting a second, she had pulled down his shorts right there and done it on the spot. Then, against the table with one leg propped up on a chair, and finally, they had ended up in bed. So, it was no surprise that Deku was a bit tired now.
Carefully, she brushed a small strand of green hair from his forehead and gave him a gentle kiss before getting out of bed.
Uraraka thought a bath would do her good before continuing to make dinner. She also needed to run the washing machine to clean Todoroki's U.A. uniform and her own clothes.
She stretched her arms toward the ceiling to loosen up and thought that if she hurried, she might surprise Deku with something nice.
When Deku woke up, the first thing he noticed was the smell of freshly cooked food and the warmth of home.
Turning his head, he saw Uraraka wearing her UA uniform, holding a tray of food for him.
—I hope you still like potato and tuna croquettes.
—Yeah. Thanks a lot. They look delicious,— he said, taking the tray and lying on his side with a smile.
He first took a sip of the cold orange juice and then began to eat.
For Deku, who sometimes had to sleep outdoors in the cold without eating during his missions as a hero, this was true paradise. And of course, that also included the beautiful angel in front of him.
—You look just as cute as the first day at the academy,— he tried to say with his best smile. —Though, of course, I didn't have the courage to tell you back then.
Uraraka couldn't help but blush a little.
—Who would have thought? It still fits me.
—I'm not surprised. You work out a lot at your agency.
Uraraka sat down on the bed and gently stroked Deku's hair.
—I had to wash Todoroki's uniform after what we did, so our academy roleplay will have to wait.
—Not necessarily. I have an idea.
...
Wearing his hero suit and sitting on the couch, Deku pretended to read some utility bills as if they were a report, then looked over them at the pretty UA student standing in front of him. With great effort, he tried to put on the most serious face he could, as if he were conducting a real interview. He tried to visualize the unyielding face of Sir Nighteye, his first agency boss, to help him focus.
—So... you want to join my agency to help improve your family's situation, Miss Ochako Uraraka?
—Yes, Mr. Deku. It would be an honor to do my internship with the number one hero,— Uraraka affirmed, then played with her fingers, blushing slightly. —Honestly, I've always admired you. The way you save everyone with a smile is pretty amazing. I think most of the views on your videos online are probably from me.
Deku covered his mouth, trying to hide the faint blush brought on by her words.
—I'll have to run a few tests to see if you're a good fit for my agency.
—Of course, Mr. Deku, but...— Uraraka looked down, seemingly nervous. —I can't help but notice we're meeting in a hotel room instead of your headquarters. Is there a reason for that?
—It's because I just got back from a trip to Europe. And I'll soon have to leave again. I've been postponing this interview for some time, and I felt a bit guilty about it since you really caught my interest when I first saw you at the UA sports festival. I hope you don't mind or get the wrong impression, Miss Uraraka.
—Oh, I see. If that's the reason, then there's no problem.
—Good,— Deku pretended to drink from his coffee cup, which was actually empty. —Since my agency provides assistance with costume replacements in case of damage, I'll need to know your measurements, Miss Uraraka.
Ochako's ears turned red immediately, especially since Deku kept up his serious demeanor.
—Um, yes. 85, 60, and 90.
—Alright, alright. And I know it's not very gentlemanly to ask, but... what's your weight?
—Why do you need to know that?!
—It's because, in case you lose consciousness during a mission or suffer an injury that prevents you from walking, I need to know if I can carry you while still fighting villains with one hand.
Uraraka blushed, imagining how cool Deku would look doing that.
—I weigh 45 kilograms.
Deku looked her up and down carefully, making Uraraka feel nervous. Then he stood up and approached her with a somewhat imposing demeanor.
—I'm sorry, but young women often lie to me about their weight out of vanity. So, I'll have to check.
—Check...?
Before she could finish, Deku grabbed her by the waist and lifted her about a meter off the ground, never taking his eyes off her face.
—You are indeed very light,— he commented as he carried her over to the dresser with a mirror in the room, knocking over some things in the process. —Sorry, but you seemed a bit uncomfortable standing in front of me, and I was tired of sitting.
—You could've just asked me to sit on the bed while you stood up,— she suggested, trying to lessen the blush on her cheeks by rubbing them with her palms.
—I thought it might sound weird to ask you to sit on the bed.
—No weirder than carrying me over here.
Deku and Uraraka could now look directly into each other's eyes.
—At my agency, we work under a lot of pressure, Miss Uraraka,— Deku tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while gazing at her, noticing a special sparkle in her eyes. —This is part of the admission test for my agency, but if it's made you uncomfortable in any way, we can stop now.
Deku made a move to step back, but she held onto his arm.
—As you said earlier, I've been waiting for this interview for a long time, so now that I'm here with you, I want to continue.
—Alright. Then, tell me what you can do.
—My Zero Gravity Quirk allows me to remove gravity from almost any object. Though, I suppose you already know that if you saw the sports festival.
—Your Quirk seems very useful, but that's not exactly what I was asking about,— Deku subtly placed a finger on the edge of Uraraka's skirt and lifted it slightly in a nearly imperceptible way. —I was more interested in what you can do for me right now.
Uraraka covered her mouth in surprise.
—I thought Hero Deku was known for being very gentle, kind, and even socially awkward around girls.
Deku sighed.
—That's just a facade the media has me uphold to maintain my popularity. In reality, my personality is completely different, but don't tell anyone or publish it. Although, if you do, it's most likely no one will believe you.
—No... it can't be,— Uraraka tried to fake being disappointed by his revelation, but she felt her own acting was a bit over the top.
Deku began to tap his finger on the edge of Uraraka's skirt as if expressing impatience.
—As I said before, I'll soon have to leave on another trip, and I probably won't be back for a couple of weeks, so I'll tell you what my first agency boss told me when I was in the academy,— Deku fished around in his pocket. —You have three minutes or less to convince me and make me put this stamp on your form.
Uraraka tried to take it, but Deku closed his hand quickly, and though she tried to pry his fingers open, as expected, she couldn't move them at all.
Then Uraraka looked at her own hands.
—Don't try to make me float, either. That will just make me angry, and you won't get me to open my hand.
Uraraka hesitated about what to do.
—I thought you really cared about helping your family earn better income and easing the burden on your parents,— he said, trying to maintain a neutral tone, though deep down, Deku couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. Maybe he had gone too far with his act; he intended to come across as a sleazy agency boss, but now he felt more like a manipulative villain. Plus, he could see Uraraka seemed affected by his words too. Just when he was about to apologize, she interrupted him, determined to continue.
—You know, recently, I've been wondering about the true essence of heroism. I'm not sure if my motivations for being a hero are the right ones.
Deku sighed, feeling the weight of her words.
—Heroes have to fight very hard sometimes, so if it's not the right profession for you, you'll find out soon enough.
Uraraka placed her hand on the hero's cheek.
—I see in your eyes that accumulated weariness, and I can't help but wonder who takes care of the heroes who always go above and beyond to protect our smiles. So if I can help you relax for your next mission, I'd like to do that.
Deku, moved by her gesture and words, could resist no longer. He leaned forward, pulling Uraraka closer with palpable need. Their lips met in an intense, emotion-filled kiss, as if he were trying to convey all the gratitude and suppressed desire he couldn't express every day when he was too busy.
As their lips moved in a tender yet urgent embrace, Deku began to caress Uraraka's legs, gently stroking over the stockings she wore. The small agency stamp slipped from his hand, falling to the side.
Then he drew her closer, holding her firmly by the buttocks beneath her skirt.
—Mr. Deku... mmm, I've never done this before.
That excited Deku even more, and he unzipped his pants, tapping his * lightly against her * over her stockings and then closing his eyes to rub himself against her with satisfaction, his cheeks flushed.
—That... feels really good,— Uraraka admitted, embarrassed, covering her mouth with one hand. —And it also feels good... that I don't have to worry about this anymore,— she said, showing Deku her stamped internship form.
Deku couldn't help but smile genuinely.
—Welcome to the Deku Agency. Where we protect smiles.
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for reading this far. I hope to continue this story soon! Your comments are always welcome! Thank you so much for reading, following, and liking. It always makes me smile.