This is a My Hero Academia Villain AU! I will start by stating the obvious. I own nothing from My Hero all credit to the rightful owners. I also don't own ANY of the art used. All credit to the incredible artists I found on Pinterest and Google.
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You're useless. You can't even control your own quirk.
Why do I even put up with you?
He's out of control. I want him gone.
He's no son of mine.
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I woke with a jolt. I bolted upright in bed gasping for air. Sweat clung the sheets to my naked body.
Fuck. I thought I was done with that shit.
I calmed as I glanced beside me to see Deku curled into my side. His fluff of curly green hair spread over the pillow
His freckled face was soft and serene. His hands were tucked beneath his chin.
Cute.
I snorted at my thought before reaching out and running my hand through the tuffs of hair.
Deku stirred.
I drew my hand back recoiling as though I had been bitten by a snake.
What the hell is wrong with me?
His emerald eyes found mine. As he smiled making my heart skip a beat I realized I was addicted to him.
Shit.
"Morning Dabi." He yawned and stretched like a kitten even going as far as to making a squeaky mewl.
That's so fucking adorable.....whaaaathafuuuu?
Something's wrong with me. I think I might be having a stroke. I fucked him, cuddled and then stayed with him through the night.
Yeah must be a stroke.
"Morning." I cleared my throat.
"Damn I'm sore." He grunted sitting up. I winced in sympathy.
"Y'know cinnamon rolls don't normally swear." I pointed out with a straight face. Deku flipped me off and I laughed.
Glad to know I'm rubbing off on him.
"C'mon. Let's get some breakfast and meet everyone downstairs in the bar." I suggested. Deku nodded and tossed the sheets aside.
I felt my heart thump against my ribs.
I fucked him all night until we were both spent and yet his body still turns me on.
I studied the curves and angles of his body. Each one I had taken a bite out of last night.
Purple bruises and love bites marred his skin. Impressions of my teeth had been left behind. His hips had bruises matching the length of my fingers. I smirked to myself proud of my handywork.
