My Hero Oneshots

That's My Mama 🍋

A/N The fifth day of Christmas. 😘

I love you.

Those three words will never be enough to explain how I feel. They are so empty, so hollow and just overused in general but what I actually want to say can't fit into such a small phrase.

I want to scream, pools of light filtered down around us, illuminating both of the red and green. The way the thin fibers tightly woven themselves together causes flames of light like a fire that spark and crackle even in the dark or a myriad of malachite pools creating an open abyss that makes someone, anyone, want to dive into their depths swallowed away from the barrage of lights of the world.

Scars, so many scars, each telling stories of heroism, saving the day for a child or random stranger, others of drug crackdowns but there were still a few that told stories of a very different kind. Stories of throwing pebbles and swinging branches, of jumping across creeks on otherwise smooth rocks just to crash into the sometimes muddy water, sometimes laughing, others crying. Stories of innocent accidents while we made love only to lose our everything in a moment of sheer unadulterated bliss and sparks actually went flying and the bed was broken on more than one occasion. The thought now still makes me smile. Should we get a new bed this weekend?

The way his hands trailed along my skin, searching out some new blemish or characteristic that wasn't there before. His lips caressing my skin with each moment insuring that he didn't miss anything at all.

"I love you," the words came so easily to him. The way his eyes lit up every time he uttered the words told me that he meant them every time. Each and every single time.

"I love you," he whispered, his need to be praised overshadowed by his desires at the moment but if I don't respond now it will eat him alive later.

"I love you too, Deku," I smirked at how he lit up at the small sentence that means so very much to him. His freckles crinkled in the low light of the afternoon, telling me that it was getting late but neither of us wanted to surrender the day yet. Not yet.

I pulled him forward, careful not to distract him too much from the kisses he was littering all over my body. Only for him to completely abandon them in favor of kissing my lips.

Love. How can such a small word mean so much? How can it even begin to describe the heartache in my chest every time he gets hurt? How could it cause rage to erupt from me when anyone sets their sights on him? How can I completely melt at a softly spoken word?

"Kacchan?" He whined, grabbing all of my attention with barely a breath. "Am I not doing well today? You're so quiet," he asked nervously and all I can do is smile at him softly. Of course he noticed. When doesn't he notice every little thing about me?

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. Sometimes it feels like a dream," I whispered in answer but he let me kiss him anyway. I have been distracted lately but it's not all my fault. Not really. I was hit with a quirk yesterday and it's making me see things from a different perspective than normal. It was an accident, a child who was scared while lost, but I filled out the paperwork like I was supposed to anyway. I already knew Deku was off today and this gave me the excuse I needed to stay with him.

"I just never want this dream to end," I added after getting a little dizzy from his kisses. I didn't tell Deku about the quirk accident but I mean it was just a scared kid and it's not like it would hurt me. It's a bit enlightening actually.

"Hmmm, but I want to devour you outside of my dreams too," he answered playfully, making me laugh.

"Then devour me now," I smirked, chuckling at his playfulness. I'm sore. Really fucking sore but at the same time I don't want to give it up. The kisses that zap through my blood and straight to my heart again and again. I crawled on top of him already knowing that this was both of our favorite positions. He held me up so I could line him up and then slowly lowered me. Whether there was still lube or if it was his cum from last time doesn't really matter to me. The fact that we were both moaning out our relief and desire however was everything.