Kaminari Denki X Reader - Blog Posts

hi! I hope you’re well :) I’m sure if you write for denki but I had a cute request. where readers bathroom looks like the body wash aisle at Walmart and bf!denki always uses the readers expensive products whenever he comes over.

I am very well and thank you for asking♡

"Suds and sweethearts"

Denki had always been a bit of a goofball, but when it came to your bathroom, he turned into something of a "luxury product enthusiast." Your bathroom was a haven of pampering— shelves lined with an array of body washes, lotions, scrubs, and oils, each more fragrant and expensive than the last. It looked like the body wash aisle at Walmart had exploded into a carefully curated collection of indulgence.

And Denki? He couldn’t resist.

You'd be in the other room, hearing the familiar sound of the shower turning on, and you knew it was coming. The scent of lavender, or maybe eucalyptus, would soon fill the air—Denki’s signature "I’m testing out the good stuff" scent.

It started the first time he came over, and you found him standing there, surrounded by a forest of bath products, utterly mesmerized. “Babe,” he’d said, his voice full of wonder, “are these yours? Like, all of these?” His wide eyes moved from bottle to bottle, amazed by the sheer luxury of it all.

You laughed, shrugging. “Yeah, I like to spoil myself sometimes. I’m big on self-care.”

“Well,” he grinned mischievously, “you’ve got really good taste. Is it okay if I… try some?” He had that look in his eyes—the one that could talk you into anything.

The next thing you knew, he was in the shower, and you caught a glimpse of him holding your expensive lavender body wash bottle in his hands like it was a rare artifact. He'd be standing there for way longer than necessary, practically bathing in the stuff.

It became a regular occurrence—whenever Denki came over, your products vanished. He never really asked before grabbing something, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. At first, you were a little protective of your stash, but when you saw how genuinely delighted he was, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He’d emerge from the bathroom smelling like a spa, all soft and content, and you’d just smile, knowing that it was the price you paid for dating someone who had zero sense of boundaries when it came to your expensive skincare.

You couldn’t even stay mad about it, especially when he’d pull you into a hug, his hair still damp and smelling like coconut milk body wash, and whisper, “Thanks for letting me use your stuff, babe. It’s honestly so much better than what I’ve been using.”

You raised an eyebrow, folding your arms. “You know you’re not supposed to be using all of it, right?”

Denki just grinned, wrapping his arms around you. “I mean, it’s not like I use all of it. Just a little bit… Every time I visit. You don’t mind, do you?”

Your playful sigh was all the answer he needed before you kissed his cheek, secretly enjoying the fact that your bathroom had somehow turned into his personal spa.

hii, I have a request if it’s not too much work. denki x online gf reader. all of his friends think he’s lying about her but for their spring break the reader flies from America to Japan to visit denki for the first time (reader is in a hero course in America aswell) :p

Denki x Online GF!Reader - The Surprise Spring Break Visit

It was a sunny morning in Japan, and the UA campus was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming spring break. Denki Kaminari, the class clown and the most energetic member of Class 1-A, was practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend — someone who everyone assumed was just an imaginary online relationship.

“You guys, seriously, she’s real! She’s flying in from America! You’ll meet her when she gets here!” Denki insisted for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice bright with enthusiasm as he bounced in his seat.

The others exchanged skeptical glances. They loved Denki, but this was a bit much. Everyone knew he was a bit of a flirt, so they assumed the ‘online girlfriend’ was just another one of his harmless jokes. But Denki had insisted so many times, they couldn’t help but doubt him.

“Yeah, sure, Denki. When we meet her, will she be just as ‘real’ as your other ‘girlfriends’?” Kirishima teased, nudging him with a grin.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this is the real deal!” Denki said, a determined look on his face. “She’s coming all the way from America to meet me! You’ll see.”

The week passed by quickly, and the day of the big arrival came. Denki had been bouncing around all morning, practically shaking with anticipation. He’d made all the arrangements — from the airport pick-up to the meeting spot — and couldn’t wait for his friends to finally believe him.

Finally, the moment came. Denki stood at the airport gate, nervously glancing at the clock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. A few minutes later, a familiar face appeared, and Denki’s heart leapt in his chest.

There she was. Y/N. His online girlfriend, looking even more stunning in person. Her warm smile was brighter than any of his expectations, and Denki rushed over to meet her, completely ignoring the stunned looks from his classmates who had tagged along.

“Y/N!” Denki grinned, running up to her. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground in excitement. “I can’t believe you’re finally here!”

Y/N laughed, adjusting her bag before wrapping her arms around him. “I missed you too, Denki. It’s so crazy being here… but I’m happy to finally meet you in person.”

The others, standing a bit further away, were frozen in shock. They couldn’t believe it. Denki's online girlfriend was real. They had assumed it was some elaborate joke or a figment of his imagination, but here she was, standing right in front of them, looking exactly like the photos Denki had shown them. She was even more beautiful in person.

“Okay, okay, we need to admit it. He wasn’t lying.” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck, still in disbelief.

Denki's grin widened. “Told you! See, I told you she was real!”

Y/N gave a shy smile and waved at the group, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I know this must be a surprise for everyone, but I’m really happy to be here.”

As everyone started to warm up to the idea of Denki’s ‘real’ relationship, they began to ask Y/N questions. “So, you’re in the hero course back in America?” Momo asked, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, just like Denki. We met through some shared interests, and we’ve been talking ever since. He’s kind of a big deal to me.” Y/N chuckled softly, glancing up at Denki with affection.

The group couldn’t help but smile, seeing how genuine their connection was. Even though they had doubted Denki’s relationship at first, seeing how happy he was now, they couldn’t help but be supportive.

“Alright, alright. We’ll admit it. You got us, man.” Bakugo grumbled, though there was a slight hint of a smile on his face. “Just don’t get too mushy in front of us, okay?”

Denki laughed and gave him a thumbs-up. “No promises! She’s my girlfriend, I’m gonna be all over her!”

Y/N playfully punched Denki’s shoulder. “Careful, or you’ll make me regret coming to Japan!”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter, exploring, and bonding. Even though Denki’s friends had been skeptical, they could see how much the two cared for each other. The chemistry between Denki and Y/N was undeniable.

And as the day went on, everyone started to think: maybe Denki wasn’t just the class clown after all. Maybe he was more serious about this relationship than they had given him credit for.

Mha characters as dads 💥🪨⚡️

Genre: fluff

AGED UP AU!

(I didn't write so much bc i didn't have ideas and I was tired XD)

Denki Kaminari:⚡️

-Actually fainted when you told him the news, you had to stop him from short-circuiting three times.

-Will do his best to make you laugh during your hard times into your pregnancy and will not tolerate to see you sad.

-will talk to your belly whenever he gets the chance, you sometimes wake up to him talking to your stomach

-when you have morning sickness he will sprint out of the bed and into the bathroom to comfort you.

-He loves to make cute little nicknames for you, himself, and the unborn baby, he will call you his sea and calls himself men (yall get it? lmao) and calls the baby the result.

-You both agreed on having a water birth at home bc that was how your mom had you (in this au)

-When yall went to a doctors appointment he was really excited to know the gender, but later yall found out you was having twins. You swear you've never seen him smile so much since you got married.

-The day your water broke he was a pacing akward mess, he checked up on you every 5 second and made sure you were okay.

-You leggit almost put a curse on that poor boy when you were nearing 10 centimeters, even if denki was a hero and he'd fight dangerous villains and that stuff you'd never seen him so scared before (XD)

-When it came to pushing he held your hand the hardest he could, he promised you could squeeze his hand as hard you could. But only in a few minute's he was a whining mess about how you were breaking his bones

-When you two heard the twins cry for the first time he was a laughing mess while you were a crying mess, you got two sons.

-the firstborn son was named hiro and the other one was named mio, denki was the first one to hold them (Bc he had your permission ofc)

-Even tho he was awfully in love with his sons and would offer everything for them, they bit. And not even a little, it was like they were born as a wild animal.

-But even if the babies bit, shat, hit each other, cried at night keeping yall up the whole night and cried nonstop.

-He still loved them.

Kirishima Ejirou:🪨

-100% cried when you told him the news, he called everyone he knew and told them the amazing news.

-Always has his hand on your belly, even when it was flat.

-He will always lay in bed with you and blabber about everything he wants to happen (for example, having a girl, the baby being healthy, etc)

-When you had the baby it was the happiest day of his life, and as he wished for, he got a baby girl (not that he wouldn't mind a boy)

-you ended up on naming the baby ria.

-Always has his baby girls in his lap, he will carry ria in his arm and have you in his lap while stroking rias small head with tufts of hair.

-His mother's always comes and visits to help you out with ria when kirishima is out working.

-When you leave kirishima alone with ria she does not want to get feed with a bottle or that formula that tastes ass, she would much rather suck on kirishima's finger til you come home (even though kirishima has tried to feed her multiple times she still does it)

-When Ria turns the age where babies walk he can not say no to those adorable red eyes staring at him. He was a rich pro hero, so why not use it?

-He gets emotional when ria turns 8, he thinks about all the times when she was a baby and always looks throught the baby book of her when she was little, atleast two times a day.

-In the end he asks you for another child, since ria often gets "bored" and she "said" that she wanted a sibling (he completely made it up)

-You often wonder where ria gets her pouting from, when you remember that kirishima Ejirou is your husband.

-You still love them tho.

Bakugo katsuki:💥

(I rushed this, so im sorry if typos!)

-Is completly horrified when you told him you were pregnant with his child, he was afraid that he would be a bad dad and that he would do something wrong. It took you so many hours to reassure him that everything would be fine.

-After he began having more confidence about being a dad he bragged. He bragged about how he was the first in his class to have a child, how lucky he was and that stuff.

-His mom, mitsuki will literally barge into his house just to ignore his yelling and going straight to you to check up on you.

-When you're in your second trimester you have really bad mood swings, you will literally threaten him with a knife from the kitchen and he will just be standing a few feet away from you like🧍‍♂️

-At night when you have cravings he will grumble about how he will not get you ice cream in the middle of the night, when 5 minutes later he will go into the nearest store. (he loves you and you know it🤭)

-At night he WILL have his head on your belly while you're sleeping, listening for the babys heartbeat and movements. (He will always deny it if you catch him)

-One random night your water suddenly broke, you woke up panicked. Beside you was bakugo sleeping, his loud snores very loud (his father roots already showing)

-It. Took. You. Thirty. Fucking. Minutes. To. Wake. That. Bitch. Up.

-You shook his shoulders fast for about 30 minutes before he stirled in his sleep, after not so long he woke up groggily asking what was wrong.

-when you told him his eyes widened and his mouth opened as wide as it could. He was quick out of the bed and grabbing the hospital bag while being careful not to stress you out more than you already were.

-you got in the car and he drove to the hospital, his eyes quickly darting to you a few times. When you arrived he picked you up bridal style and walked right in the doors.

-Nurses gathered around you and walked you to a room where they sat you down and got you comfortable.

•timeskip to when you got the baby bc I'm too lazy to write and + I'm tired•

-when he first saw the baby he couldn't belive his eyes, it looked exactly like him, and brhaved like him too

-The baby locked eyes with her dad, looked him up and down before rolling her eyes and finishing it with a little scowl.

-That was when he knew she was his

Hiii so I was wondering if MAYBE you could do a smau with Denki abt reader being jealous of Jiro (Denki x reader/friend to lovers ?) (Pls pls pls)

off the clock | d. kaminari

you and denki are coworkers, best friends, and almost something more—until he starts spending all his time with jirou. now you're just trying your best to not care.

december, again | d. kaminari

you wrote "december, again" about heartbreak. you didn't expect to meet someone who'd sing every word back like he'd lived it too.

the green room was quiet—dim and humming with low light, the scent of hot tea and stage dust clinging to the corners. you sat cross-legged on the worn velvet couch, cradling a chipped mug between your palms, listening to the soft static of the soundcheck being patched through the in-ear monitors coiled beside you.

your guitar sat in its stand nearby, already tuned, the strap worn from years of shows and nerves. you had done this so many times before—but tonight felt different.

tokyo was the biggest venue on the tour so far. a full room. a sold-out show. an unfamiliar city and a familiar ache in your chest. you'd played coffee shops, tiny festival tents, even the occasional college auditorium—but this was your first international stage, and the butterflies were relentless.

you glanced at your phone, already on do not disturb, but still lit up with a few unread messages. one was from your tour manager. one from your sister. and one, tucked between them, was a twitter notification.

@lightningmcme

im the guy in the front row screaming every word. respectfully

you smiled without meaning to. your thumb hovered over the screen for a second longer than necessary, rereading the tweet. it was stupidly charming—just like all his other tweets.

you remembered him. the blonde with the ridiculous username. he'd been tweeting about your music for years. always saying something half-sincere and half-stupid, like your lyrics had personally destroyed him in the grocery store or that he'd cry if you ever released a deluxe version.

and he always meant it. every word.

you weren't supposed to follow fans back—not often, anyway. but his account had popped up more times than you could count. sweet. supportive. never creepy. just... soft.

so when you followed him and sent a quick thank you, you hadn't expected the all-caps panic or the flustered spiral of gratitude. you definitely hadn't expected to still be messaging him days later. he was funny. kind. endearingly honest. it was easy.

and now he was here. somewhere in that crowd. front row, he'd said. you hadn't looked yet. didn't dare. not until the lights hit you.

you pressed your hand to your chest, just for a second, trying to calm the stupid flutter that rose there.

"two minutes," someone called from the hallway.

you stood slowly, adjusting your mic pack, and reached for your guitar. as you walked toward the wings, the sounds of the crowd drifted in—laughter, chatter, low excitement building into something tangible. the air buzzed.

the lights backstage flickered as the crew called final cues. you did one last breath check, settled your fingers on the strings, and exhaled.

showtime.

the stage lights washed over you in a warm gold as you stepped out, your guitar slung across your shoulder. a hush fell over the audience, the kind that always made your heart beat a little harder.

"hi," you said into the mic, breath catching on the tail end of a smile. "i'm... really honored to be here tonight. i've been writing songs in my bedroom since i was sixteen, and somehow you all made it feel like something real."

soft cheers rippled through the audience. somewhere near the front, someone whooped.

you scanned the barricade briefly, and there he was—blond hair tousled, jacket sleeves rolled up to his elbows, absolutely beaming. he looked like he hadn't blinked since you walked onstage. mouth already forming the lyrics before you even began.

denki.

you felt a grin pull at your lips.

"this first song..." you said, adjusting the strap on your shoulder. "it's called 'december, again'. it's about holding onto something long after it's let go of you.

the opening chord rang clear. you let yourself fall into it.

i bought your favorite drink out of habit left it in the fridge 'til it went bad wore your sweater out in public just to see if anyone would ask

you sang like you were remembering every ache in real time. the lights were low and soft, like candlelight, and you could hear the audience singing with you.

your name still fits wrong in my mouth but it's the only thing i don't spit out

the lights dimmed slightly, drawing the audience closer. you caught sight of denki mouthing the words, his hands clasped against the barricade like he didn't trust himself not to float away.

it's december, again and i swore i'd be fine but the lights look like your headlights and the cold feels like that night when you left without saying goodbye and i still stand by the door like i'm waiting for you to come back in it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened

the audience went silent as you strummed your guitar. it was a silence that proved they were listening. really listening.

friends ask how i'm doing i lie like it's my second language there's still boxes in my closet of the pieces i can't manage

a girl in the third row wiped her eyes. you caught her movement out of the corner of your eye and softened your voice.

i sleep better with the TV on but you still show up when the volume's gone

it's december again and i swore i'd be fine but the lights look like your headlights and the cold feels like that night when you left without saying goodbye and i still stand by the door like i'm waiting for you to come back in it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened do you think of me at all? when it starts to snow when someone plays our song too slow i burned all the letters but not the words i still remember what i never heard

you opened your eyes again and let them rest on him. denki. he hadn't moved. his expression was soft, reverent, like he'd never seen anything more important than you at that moment.

it's december, again and the silence is loud you're still gone but i'm not proud of the way i keep breaking like it's some kind of vow and i still stand by the door like i don't know how this ends it's december, again and i'm missing you like it just happened

the last chord faded into a hush.

a beat of silence.

then the applause began—gentle, reverent. a swell of warmth.

you scanned the crowd.

denki was still at the barricade.

still glowing.

not in a flashy, spotlight kind of way—but in the way someone looks when they've found something they didn't know they needed.

you played the rest of your set like you were singing just for him.

⋆˙⟡

when you stepped offstage, your hands were still buzzing. you passed your guitar to one of the techs, accepted a bottle of water with shaking fingers, and headed straight for the security staff near the wing.

"hey," you said. "can i ask a favor?"

one of them looked up. "depends. how weird is it?" you smiled. "sweet blond boy. front row. looks like he sings along to everything even when he's about to cry. think you can bring him back here?"

the guy laughed. "yeah, i know exactly who you mean."

⋆˙⟡

denki didn't know how to move.

people were leaving. voices echoing. but he just stood there, staring at the empty stage like it still had something to give him.

he was pretty sure he hadn't blinked since you looked at him. actually looked at him. he had replayed it ten times in his head already. the exact second your gaze found his and you smiled.

his knees were weak.

and then a security guard was walking toward him.

"hey," the guy said. "you're the blond one, right? artist wants to see you backstage."

denki had exactly three brain cells functioning, and all of them screamed.

he followed the guard without speaking. his legs felt fake. his mouth was dry. this had to be a dream. it had to be.

backstage smelled like lights and sweat and something warm—something safe.

he tried not to trip over a cable as the door opened.

⋆˙⟡

you were curled up in a hoodie over your stage outfit, sat in a chair, when the door opened.

there he was.

golden and breathless and so clearly overwhelmed you almost stood up just to steady him.

"hi," you said, heart hammering. "denki, right?"

he nodded fast. too fast. "hi—yeah. yes. oh my god."

you laughed. "it's okay. you made it."

he blinked. "did i black out?"

"maybe a little."

you motioned for him to sit. he did. slowly. like it might be a trap.

"i just wanted to thank you," you said. "like i said, i've seen your tweets. your support. it's... it's meant more than you know."

denki looked like he might combust.

"i'm the one who's grateful," he said. "you wrote the soundtrack to my favorite breakdowns."

you grinned. "best compliment i've ever received."

there was a pause. something soft.

he glanced around, cheeks flushed. "this is... insane. you're, like, the reason i made it through last winter. that song? 'december, again'? i think i listened to it every day for two months. not even because i was heartbroken, i just—i don't know. it made me feel like i wasn't broken for feeling too much."

you blinked. slowly. carefully.

then denki tilted his head and said, "can i ask you something kind of personal?"

"sure," you said. "shoot."

"what got you into music?"

you smiled, soft and a little faraway. "i guess... i always felt a little too much. too loud in my head. writing was the only way i could let it out without exploding. and then one day, i put it to chords, and it stuck. it felt right. like i was finally telling the truth."

denki was quiet for a moment, like he didn't want to break the silence. then he said, "well, i'm really glad you did."

you looked at him, his wide eyes and messy hair and nervous energy. and then, without really thinking about it, you asked, "are you doing anything right now?"

he blinked. "me?"

you laughed. "yeah, you."

denki shook his head. "no, i... i mean, i was probably just gonna cry in a ramen shop alone about this whole night, so—"

"perfect," you cut in. "come cry in a ramen shop with me instead."

he stared. "wait. you're serious?"

"dead serious," you said. "you comin'?"

he nodded vigorously. "yes, of course."

you stood, grabbing your jacket. "cool. i know a good noodle spot. let's go, sweet blond boy from barricade."

and denki followed you out into the cold tokyo night, warm from something that had nothing to do with the stage lights.

and everything to do with you.

Day 1: Denki Kaminari; Sleepy Sex

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 844

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You thought this was gonna be fun. Well, it was, but you knew being a horny teenager was gonna backfire on you two. 

You had arrived at your boyfriend’s house to have your first sleepover. There was the classic video games and pizza, making out and cuddling. You both had a great time, until it came to be 1 am. 

You yawned and it had spread to him. You were both in the middle of a movie marathon with occasional make out sessions. When you yawned he asked if you were sleepy, which you were, but you were also horny. You both have done “stuff” before but wanted to actually spend time together with this sleepover and not just pass out after sex. This resulted in just hopeless grinding to get you two off. 

You both settled in your bed, cuddling for the nth time that night, smelling like each other and used to each others warmth, you both had fallen asleep easily. His arms were wrapped around you and you faced away from him, his leg in between yours and you both pressed flush against each other.

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You didn’t know what time you woke up and how you did but as of right now, you were still sleep induced and weirdly horny. You had woken up from a rather explicit dream and thought you were still in one when you felt your hips still gyrating against something hard.

You let out a moan while your eyes drooped, still sleepy, and you heard the familiar groans next to your ear. The dream you were in was weirdly realistic, so realistic in fact that it wasn’t a dream. You realized this when a small shock of electricity coursed through your veins. You jolted up with a yelp, the movement not changing the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Then you heard it. The tiny mumble was fully audible to you, “Take them off”

It was then when you realized he somehow shimmied his shorts down and had his member free, rutting up against the curve of your ass. His hands were everywhere, one arm wrapping around your waist tightly and the other was at your side, his free hands squeezing and massaging your breast. 

Before you knew what you were doing you had pushed down your own pajama pants down enough for him to get access to your bare thighs. His length slipped between them and you felt your wetness seep out of your panties, adding to the smeared precum on you thighs. His groans got more breathy and it seemed like he was almost reaching his high. He had woken up, also thinking at first that it was still a dream. 

It was just then when he was closest to his high, he had gotten back his bearings. He had realized he was awake, and you were actually whimpering and moaning as he thrusted his cock between your plush thighs. 

He slowed down, apologies were about to spill out from him before he heard you needily begged, “Please,” the sweet sound leaving your lips

This greatly amused him and a smirk played on lips, “What was that, Princess?”

“Please let me finish” you whimpered.

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he had slid your panties down enough to feel around, collecting your wetness and rubbing the excessive slick on his length before inserting himself in you. You had adjusted to his length when he started moving.

You softly moaned at how deep he reached when he fully sheaved himself in you. His thrusts were pretty shallow, he was tired and could only move a little due to the blanket which made you both sweat. 

You continued nonetheless, him reaching his high quickly from already being there before he fully woke up. His breathing got heavier and he groaned into your ear muttering something about how he was close. You weren’t aware but you were also reaching your high, his fingers had found your clit and rubbed it in quick circles. 

Your moans got higher in pitch as you neared your climax. Your leg was thrown over his hip behind you, Kaminari thrusting faster into you. Your eyes went from half lidded to clamped shut when you reached your high before him. 

Your walls fluttered around him as you got tighter, his thrusting now served to ride out your orgasm and he got his own. You felt his warm seed paint your walls white as he slowed his thrusts, finally stopping after a minute. 

You were both panting, he peeled the covers off and let the chill air dry your sweat. You shivered but endured it before your skin became less sticky, retreating back under the covers.

“Good night again, I guess” Your boyfriend whispered.

“We’ve never done this before so it is kinda awkward but don’t worry, we were both in our right minds when we did this, I think...”

You heard him chuckle and felt him pat your head, “Yeah, go to sleep”

You nodded and settles back in his arms, dozing off.

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Each course has a dance to get to know they upper and underclassmen and Kaminari can’t seem to get a dance with anyone

A/N: I know it’s not time for any school dances but I just had this idea and wanted to do it

Quirk: Not specified

Genre/Warnings: fluff, sad Denki, cursing, (art not mine)

WC: 1,490

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The dance was tonight and Kaminari was running out of time to find a date. Well, technically he couldn’t bring anyone from out of school (not that he knows anyone who would be willing to go with him) and he already asked all his girls classmates and all the girls in Class 1B and got rejected by all of them. 

“But asking again sound promising, doesn’t it?” he tried

Sero shook his head at his friend’s lack of charm, “Nah dude, just don’t, it’ll be even more pathetic”

“Okay, ouch” 

“It’s true though, who would wanna go out with you?” Kirishima then realized how rude he was when Bakugou snorted, “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that”

“That’s fucking hilarious, he’s right though, no one likes you” Bakugou said harshly

Kaminari slumped his back and pouted, taking in the weight of his friend’s words. He should just give up, no one has yet to fall for him and judging how even his new classmates acted, no one will. He figured he should just wait for the dance and try to get one if he’s lucky. 

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The dance has been terrible so far. He hasn’t acquired a single dance while his friends either had a date or was asked to dance, one of them (Bakugou, obviously), refusing each girl who asked. Kaminari thought they were so lucky as he was rejected by yet another girl. 

He trudged back to his snickering friends, feeling defeated, “So no one said yes, huh?” Bakugou mocked, taking a bite of another slice of pizza.

“Nope” he sighed

“Maybe you could ask someone to introduce you to someone. I was talking to Amajiki-senpai and Nejire-senpai came and asked me to dance” Kirishima suggested

‘He didn’t even introduce you, she’s the one who asked’ Kaminari thought, “No thanks” he said, a sad tone to his voice. His friends didn’t notice at all though as their attention was turned to Bakugou, who was saying no to another girl who asked. Sero had also left, going with Mina who wanted to make some guy jealous.

He huffed, grabbing a cupcake and walking away, planning to eat his disappointment. Just as he was about to take a bite, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled the cupcake away from his lips and turned around to meet the pretty E/C eyes. He froze up at the presence of a girl he’d never seen before.

You tilted your head the the side, curled/straightened hair falling to the side the slightest bit, “Hey there, sorry to bother you but you got the last of the (favorite flavor) cupcakes and I wanted to see if I could finesse it out of your strong hands” you said, with a flirty tone to hopefully get the cupcake.

“No, no, have it” he said dejectedly, not even trying to ask for a dance at this point as to not get embarrassed by the most beautiful girl he’s seen.

You pouted and took the cupcake, “What’s wrong? Lemme guess, you’re the guy those three guys have been laughing at” you chuckled, not expecting his answer

He looked at the direction your thumb was pointing, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero, who was back from dancing with someone, “Yeah, that’s me”

Your eyes went wide, “Oh really? I’m sorry I didn’t think it was actually you” your lips tightened to a line, “Wanna talk about it?” 

His eyes snapped up to look at you, were you serious? “Oh, are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally. Let’s go split this cupcake then dance” you offered

“Yes! Yeah, yeah, okay” he beamed at the fact that this girl asked him to dance. You lead him to the other side of the dance floor, near a wall that had almost no people near. You unwrapped part of the cupcake, putting it to him, “Here, have the first bite. I can’t actually half this so let’s share it this way”

He went red at sharing a pastry with a girl. It was technically indirect kissing. He shook his head, “You have the first bite” he insisted. It was your favorite flavor, so you shrugged and took the first bite. 

“So, why are they laughing at you?” you asked experimentally, testing the waters in case they were bullies or something. 

“They’re my friends, they’re just teasing me ‘cuz I’m too flirty to get a date or a dance with anyone” he said, shoulders slumped

“You seem like a nice guy to me” You commented as he used his thumb to wipe some frosting off the corner of your mouth, you blushing a little as you thanked him.

“Just ‘cuz I gave up trying to ask girls out” 

“Well, here, let’s prove ‘em wrong” you said

“Huh?”

“Let’s go over there, in front of them, let me feed you this cupcake while we sway to the slow song” 

He finally let out a smile, he was actually very cute when he doesn’t look as bummed out, you noticed. “That’s great!”

You smiled back and nodded, the both of you agreeing to enact the plan once a slow song starts “I’m Y/N L/N by the way”

“Denki Kaminari.” As if right on cue, one finally started, couples on the dance floor switching to swaying and his friend sitting it out. You looked to him and held your hand out, “May I have this dance?” you said with an accent. He laughed, damn his laugh was cute, and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor right in front of his friends.

You wrapped an arm around him, the other holding the cupcake, and he wrapped his arms around your wast, admiring the soft fabric of your dress. You saw him smirk at his friends’, you assumed, surprised faces. 

You pushed it even further and held the cupcake to his mouth as he took a bite, you purposefully smearing it on the corner of his lip. He went to lick it when you whispered, “No, don’t. I wanna kiss it off” you said “If that’s all right” you added

He nodded and you leaned in, taking the rogue frosting in your lips and slightly poking your tongue out to lick it clean. You failed to notice his red cheeks through the colored lighting. You took a bite yourself, actually wanting to enjoy it. 

After you both took alternate bites and finished the pastry, you went to throw it away. Bringing Kaminari with you, you giggled with him when he described his friends’ faces. “Okay, so now you’re gonna ask me out on a date and ask for my number when I walk you back so they can hear you... and maybe we can actually go out” you suggested, unsure

He froze up and turned red “Uhh sure! Let’s go?” he finally replied, stuttering, after the initial shock went away that a girl asked him out. You put your hand around his elbow and walked him back to the table with his friends there, gaping at you, who was still with him. He turned to you before you could reach them though and asked loud enough, “Oh yeah can I have your number? We could go out to lunch if you want”

You smiled at him and took his phone, entering your number, “Sure, lunch sounds great! You can text me the details and I’ll meet you tomorrow” you said, since it was a Saturday the next day. He smiled as you said your goodbyes, winking at him on your way back to the group of friend you came with.

He sat down next to his friends near the snack table who looked at him funny. Then the questions came rolling in, “How did you score a girl like that?”

“She’s that cute second-year who’s top of her class!”

“Damn, I didn’t think you would even get a chance with anyone”

“I saw her a while ago, she kept saying no to anyone who would dance with her!”

He quieted them down when he leaned in tho tell them something, “She’s the one who asked me” he said as a matter of fact-ly

They were shell-shocked, none of them thought he was charming enough or looked good enough for someone to have interest in him. They finally gave him a sarcastic apology when he jokingly asked for it, saying that they were wrong that he couldn’t get a girl and boasting about how they were all probably jealous that is was a popular second-year even. 

Even if it was all planned out, he couldn’t deny his real attraction to you, it was different than what he feels for other pretty girls, you were genuinely beautiful, inside and out. You, on the other hand, felt the same, even if you just helped him one up his friends you had to admit you enjoyed his company, and even missed it when you left, but excited you would see him the next day on an actual, official, date.

how would denki react to his s/o finding his voice attractive? (he has such a nice voice) 🩵 thank you so much

Honestly I think he'd be sort of like shocked and happy at the same time.

Okay but imagine you and the bakusquad are hanging out, right? Denki is about to say something, and Sero kinda talks over him, and Denki kinda just kept quiet.

Until you were like: Sero Stfu Denki was talking

Which got everyone quiet.

Then later he knocks on your dorm room and is like, "You know, you really didn't have to do that, Sparks."

And you reply with, "I know, but I like hearing your voice. Its pretty." You say with the most innocent and beautiful smile on your face.

Denki swears he almost dropped on one knee right then and there. He literally jumps onto you, attacking you with kisses and affection.

Denki loves you so much he can write a whole ass novel on you.

You complimenting his voice a lot definitely boosts his confidence, ego, etc.

Anyway I hope that was good enough Anon if you hate it you can be honest 🙏

Kaminari Denki with a Witch!S/O

Headcanons i think sorta

Warnings: sorta suggestive at one bit💀

-First, Kaminari thought you were kinda scary. Like, hot, but scary.

-His dorm was next to yours, so sometimes at the dead of night, he would hear you cackling to yourself. Like I said, scary.

-Though, he started to warm up to you when you turned Monoma into a rat.

-Eventually, he began to hang out with you more. Mostly because Mina brought you around the Bakusquad a lot.

-Kaminari started to grow feelings for you as you hung around the Bakusquad more, and he liked it when you turned people into frogs for calling him stupid.

-Kaminari tried using pick-up lines, like, "Man, aren't you tired of your old broom? You know, I got something else you could ride..."

-Which resulted in him getting turned into a rat for an hour.

-So he tried something else. "Are you a magician? Cause when I look at you, everyone else disappears."

-He thought it was an amazing one, but you simply raised an eyebrow at him, and said, "Kaminari, I'm a Witch, not a magician."

-Kaminari tried again. "You sure? Cause abrac-DAYUM!"

-lucky for him, he got a laugh out of you for that one.

-Kaminari soon became your guinea pig for spells or potions. He loved it, as he was always able to hang around you. Sometimes, if he helped enough, you would pat his head. That was his favorite part.

-Sometimes Sero or Kirishima would walk in on Kaminari laying in the middle of a pentagram, candles around him as you flip through a spell book.

-Kaminari was very content with all of it.

-So one day, he got enough courage to ask you out.

-Somehow you agreed, and he took you to a gothic cafe, hoping you would like it.

-Eventually the two of you started dating.

-Kaminari loved cuddling with you, especially when you would stroke his hair as you casted spells.

-You two are like Wednesday and Enid 2.0.

-Kaminari enjoyed kissing you, and clinging to your side.

-Whenever Kaminari short circuited, you would let him cling to you until he was back normal.

-Overall, you made him the happiest he ever was.

𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

pairing: kaminari denki x reader, (hanta sero x reader)

— incomplete // 2/? chapters posted (5.6k words currently)

— fluff, angst, smut (mdni / 18+)

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some things you can expect from i talk to much: lots of feelings, your main friends are kirishima + kaminari and sero, slow burn, angst, fluff, hinted at chubby!reader, everyone is a pro hero, pet names, your friends are hot and you know it.

part one- angst, petnames

part two- gardening bashing, pet names, fluff, it's a mystery trying to figure out what's going on inside your best friend's heads, i use the words sofa and couch interchangeably

Wingman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kaminari is an insecure idiot, Breeding, Oral(ish), Light Choking, V. v. v Slight FemDom, Saturnari Coded. Word Count: 7.5k.

Summary: Kaminari has always been the wingman, but with you, he wants to be anything but...

Coming out tonight was a bad idea.

Through some miracle, the whole gang has managed to swing the same night off, a rarity that Kaminari should be enjoying, but even as he watches all his friends cut loose, he can't say he shares in their excitement.

Slouched in the back of a booth, he nurses his fourth drink. It had taken almost twenty minutes to convince everyone to go have fun without him. He'd fed them all the usual excuses – that he was tired, his new shoes where a touch tight, he was too busy scouting for girls and didn't want them hanging around to ruin his vibe. It had been the last one that had sold it, which was ironic. Kaminari shifts to itch the back of his calf with the point of a shoe. He'd be okay here, camped out in the corner with nothing, but a drink and a sinking sense of disappointment.

In the middle of the club, Kirishima has his arms wrapped around Bakugo's neck. His nose is pressed to his cheek, lips barely a millimetre from pale skin as to better whisper low to him. Around them, a steady flow of interceptors try, and fail, to slip between them.

Sero is at the bar. He leans lazily against it, an elbow dug into hardwood at an angle that just lets him hold his drink without dropping it. Already, there's a semi-circle of women around him. They touch him in the absent way one touches something they want to own. He doesn't stop their advances.

Somewhere out there is Mina, too, but she moves too quick to spot. Flitting between groups of people, she dazzles anyone who so much as glances in her direction without pausing to tarry on just one conquest.

Then... There's you.

Kaminari finds his gaze drifting, naturally, until he finds you. He's just keeping an eye on you. Or, at least that's what he's telling himself. He can see Sero looking too, and the occasional glances Bakugo spares you before he's twirled away and forced to break his line of sight. Mina, as well, he's seen it and even though Kirishima thinks he's being subtle, he's not.

He wonders which of them you want. Which you'd let take you home and touch, delicate, against your skin. You could have any of them, that much is for sure, but that doesn't stop the acidic burn that washes his throat when he thinks about his own odds. With friends like his, Kaminari has long since come to terms with always being the last choice.

'Kami!' You slip into the booth ass first and almost, almost, lose an inch of your gin. Righting the glass, you tap your shoulder playfully against his, reveling in the way the muscle of his bicep twitches with the contact.

Kaminari sighs, running a finger around the lip of his glass. At this point, he figures it'll just be less painful to beat you to the punch. 'So go on.' He fixes his smile back into place, erasing the edges of a frown and looks out at the mess of people on the dance floor. 'Who's your type?'

'Huh?'

'Which one?' He pretends to have already suffocated the wisp of hope alight in his chest and forces a chuckle up his throat. He wiggles his eyebrows at you while almost white-knuckling his drink. 'Because Sero'll take you home like yesterday, but he's got metal in his... Y'know, so if that's not your bag you might want to try one of the other two... Maybe, both?' He cocks his head, smirks without the mirth. 'Or, fuck, do you want Mina's number?' His intonation spikes towards the end, curiosity and panic bleeding into his tone.

'I don't want any of them...' You frown and shake your head, moving to lay a hand on his shoulder, but just before your fingers can play against the cuff of his t-shirt, he moves.

'C'mon. You don't have to play coy with me.' Shoulders tensing, he tries to steady the beating of his heart. The small fire in his chest is still kindling, burning hope bright and sure. Best not to let you touch him until it's extinguished then - he'd only be letting himself get the wrong idea. 'I am supposed to be the wingman and all that...'

'Kaminari.' His ignorance is endearing. There's a pinkness on his cheeks that makes you want to kiss them, but you'll have to get to the root of the reason he won't let you get close if you're looking to live out that fantasy.

Unperturbed, Kaminari continues on with each of his words stinging like small splinters wedged under his skin. It's not like he hasn't done this before, helped one of his friends hook up with the object of his desire, but you – you're different. He likes you. 'Personally, I'd say try your luck with Kirishima first if you're not up for handling a bit of a brat, Bakugo can be -.'

'Kaminari -.'

'And Mina! Well, Mina's...'

'Kaminari, I don't want any of them.'

Kaminari tenses. No. Don't do that. He doesn't want you to fan the flames, doesn't think he can take being swallowed alive by that fire tonight. The tone that lifts from his tongue is sharp, cracking like a whip between you. 'I said you don't have to do that -.'

It only makes you smile. 'Denki...' You coo. Then, when he tucks his chin to his chest, you lift it with a finger and force him to look: to see.

'Baby.'

'Huh?'

'I said.' You keep hold of his chin and make him watch your mouth as you speak, enunciating every word as clearly as you can. 'I don't want any of them...'

'Oh...' He nods despite having not digested any of your words. Until... His jaw drops, mouth rounding. 'Oh.'

The tip of his nose has pinkened, glowing soft in the dim lights of the club and his eyes are shining, golden half-moons bright as they flicker subconsciously from your eyes to your lips and then back again.

Cocking your head, you chuckle. 'You can't really expect me to buy that you don't know when you're being hit on?'

'I – Women don't usually...' He trails off as embarrassment coils low in his gut. Once upon a time, he'd fancied himself a ladies man, but by the end of high-school he'd been made aware that promiscuity was simply a dream for him. He'd been the last to lose his virginity and even then, he's pretty sure Camie fucked him out of pity. A familiar swirl of uneasiness whips around his stomach as the ever-present tendrils of insecurity wiggle and twist. 'I mean – Have you seen my friends?'

You snort, refusing to give him an inch. 'Have you seen yourself?'

You laugh and Kaminari thinks he'll never have to listen to music again. 'I don't – I'm not.'

Shaking your head, you press a finger to his lips and smirk. 'Mr. If I hear one more stupid thing fall out of your mouth I'm gonna have to kiss it.'

He chuffs before he's able to stop it, one million dull insults swelling in his chest. He never was good at saying the right thing and people have always been too keen to point it out. 'Gonna be kissing me a lot then.'

'Yeah?' A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest at the thought of stealing multiple of his kisses. It makes your shoulders tight and your stomach feel light.

Kaminari nods. 'They don't call me Dunce Face for -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. Just as you'd promised. It's a soft thing, a barely-there graze of lips, but he reels back from it almost breath-taken. Reaching up, you play with a strand of blond falling from his fringe and wait, patiently for his brain to catch up with the situation. Truth be told, you've had your eye on Kaminari for a while, but when even your blatant flirting at the last squad BBQ hadn't been enough to convince him of your interest, you'd decided to take more divisive measures.

An airy chuckle breaks Kaminari's lips. 'I might have to say stupid stuff more often, because – mmhmph.'

You kiss him again.

'I don't just get kisses when I say something stupid though, do I -.'

And again.

This time, he lets himself sink. He's still not really sure what's going on. Maybe one of the others put you up to this, to make this night one to remember – but, as your mouth migrates from his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and neck, he struggles to dwell on whatever scheme has lead to him being here. A dull pressure slips easily up his thigh, skating over the ripped denim of his jeans until he can feel your fingers curl at the join of his thigh. Spit sticks in his throat, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch, to curl around your arm and hip. 'I -.' He reels back with a heaving chest. The words tumbling from his mouth before he can catch them. 'I can't – don't – I don't want...'

You flinch back as if burnt.

The absence of your body crowding against his makes his entire chest feel cold, but he pushes on, tripping over his thoughts as he goes. 'I – fuck – Okay. So I think, I think you're... I think you're so fucking pretty, like wow, like holy shit you're – you're incredible, okay, but I don't... I can't, if you...' He looks down, then back up at where Sero is standing at the bar.

The other man looks at him, cocks an eyebrow and smirks, just enough to still seem nonchalant.

'If you're looking for a one night stand or something, then – then you're better off taking Sero home.' Squeezing an eye shut, he braces for impact – ignoring the pain that flares in his chest when he thinks of you slipping back out of the booth. He's gotten a taste now. He's not sure how he's supposed to ever forget about that.

'Kaminari, you fucking moron.' You blink and shake your head, ignoring the flittering anger that bubbles steady in your chest.

'Huh?' Cocking his head, Kaminari is almost wounded by the idea that – should he not feel as though he's just stumbled into something remarkably more serious – he'd be getting a kiss for whatever idiocy has just fallen out of his mouth.

You shove him. 'Who said I was just trying to fuck you – you -.'

'But -.'

'Do I really need to say it out loud? Do you want me to write it down? Text it to you?'

Kaminari feels something close to panic flood his veins as he watches disbelief wash clean over your features. 'I don't – When...'

'I could not have been any more obvious. I was practically falling over you at the barbecue. Kirishima's mums wouldn't stop saying how much of a cute couple we where...' Shaking your head, you widen your eyes and shout even louder over the music. '… You went along with it! I asked you to be my date to Bakugo's fucking award show last fucking week... I thought you -' A dizziness plants itself at the base of your skull. Honestly, you'd thought you'd been playing the long game. Convincing him of his worthiness, of your interest, but now... Now you're starting to think all of that energy might have gone to waste.

Kaminari blinks. 'You weren't just...' He swallows as something squirms in his stomach. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd misunderstood someone's intentions. Fuck, his and Momo's entire friendship is built off of the fact that he thought she'd been flirting with him and not just adopting him as some kind of awkward best-friend, who she could gossip with and put make-up on when she got bored. That had been one Hell of an awkward conversation. He can still remember how sweet she'd been when he'd slipped a hand onto her knee, how she'd cooed at him and apologised for giving him the wrong impression. It had been humiliating. Even if he did manage to swing a pretty amazing friend out of it.

'Just what?'

'Just being nice.'

You shake your head, still somewhat perplexed. 'No, Denki, I'm not just being nice. You ever see me pull that shit with anyone else?'

It feels as though someone has just doused gasoline onto the fire in his chest. Hope wraps itself around his lungs and squeezes until he has no other option other than to haul in a shallow breath. 'No.'

Huffing, you chew on your lip and fix him with a stare, eyebrows raising on your forehead. 'Exactly, and if I have my way, I'll be one Hell of a lot nicer.'

With his tongue stuck to the basin of his mouth, Kaminari summons the strength to mutter a soft: 'Really?' Already his body has broken out in a chill. Anticipation uses his spine as a ladder, causing the muscle of his back to tense and straighten his posture.

'Mmmhmm.' Leaning forward, you plant your elbows on the table and push your tits together. You don't miss how his Adam's apple bobs, or the way he finds himself unable to drag his eyes back up from your cleavage. 'So... You gonna let me be nicer to you, Kaminari?'

'It's – it's a bit of a mess, I – uh...'

You barely allow Kaminari to shut the door before you have him pressed against it. Your hands reach out to cup his face, fingers touching soft as they curl around the back of his neck and thread softly into the hair at the base of his skull. 'I don't care that you haven't cleaned up, Denki.'

He chuckles, disbelief and excitement mixing together in the basin of his throat as he his hands ball to fists at his sides. Static fills his joints. There's so much energy bubbling up inside of him that he doesn't quite know what to do with it. It zips through him, paralysing and energising in equal measure as he loses himself to your touch.

'I...' Swallowing, he leans forward until his forehead touches against yours. It grounds him, combines with the dull scratching of your nails on his scalp and lets him breathe. 'I really – Fuck, I can't believe this is happening.'

You laugh, eyes fluttering shut for a second as you bask in his gaze. You're not sure if he knows he's doing it, but Kaminari looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world. Large, luminescent irises highlight his adoration, spotlighting every inch of you as his eyes flicker from yours, to your lips, to the dip of your collarbones. 'Yeah...' You huff. 'Well best start believing.'

It's a messy stumble to his bedroom, a mix of uncoordinated limbs and hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands are everywhere and greedy, grabbing at anything he can: the small of your back, your waist, your ass.

'Oh, shit...' He mumbles against your lips, already drunk and pulls back just enough to catch your eye. 'Is that...' Licking his lips he raises a hand to his own mouth and tests the stickiness there. 'Is that strawberry?'

Nodding, you subconsciously let your tongue dart out to taste. The gloss is barely tacky, almost gone from Denki's assault. Instead, you can see it on his lips – the faint shimmering of pale pink that glitters in the low light. If you kissed him again now, you're sure you'd be able to taste it too.

'It's nice.' He chuckles, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

Humming, you wrap a palm around the back of his neck and pull him in close, feeling his breath on your cheeks. 'Yeah?' It feels juvenile, getting butterflies over the evidence of your kiss, but there's no denying the pins and needles that perforate the insides of your lungs.

'Yeah....' There's a smile tugging at his lip. The steadily darkening of his cheeks suits him, makes the cool gold in his eyes stand out, alive and clear, against the burning plain of his features. What starts out as a small fire ignited on the high of his cheek bones is soon scorched earth across much of his nose, reaching to the peak of his chin. The joy makes him look boyish. Distractingly handsome as he erupts into another foray of half-digested laughter.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and taste strawberries. It mixes with something harsher, the spirit he had been so easily tipping down his throat back in the club; but underneath the tart and fruit mixture all you can taste is undeniably: him.

It's a stray trainer and the edge of Denki's oddly coloured purple mattress that is your eventual undoing. You'd been too lost in each other to notice that the slow push of small steps backwards had run it's course, leaving little room for anything other than a fall.

You go down hard.

Denki hits the mattress first, his back concave, arms stretching up to pull you close before you'd even managed to feel the bite of the connection. He reaches up, brushing his fingers across your cheeks as if to check for injuries he knows you don't have.

'Isn't this the part where you ask me if it hurt when I fell?' You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, but it doesn't work.

The noise is infectious, making him break out too. 'I don't know about you, but it fucking hurt me.'

Kissing his nose, you carefully spread your legs to bracket his hips and push up, until you can hover over him with your hands denting the mattress at either side of his head. 'Always knew you'd fall for me, eventually.'

He rolls his eyes, but blushes deeper. Cupping your chin, he rubs a thumb across your jaw. 'I never thought you'd fall too, though.'

'Less of that.' Sitting up, you playfully slap at his shoulder before letting your hands skate down the sides of his arms. When you reach his wrists, you take hold of him and list, encouraging his palms to find a place on your thighs. Shivering at his touch, you swallow a smile.

'Touch me.'

As soon as the hold on his wrists loosens, his hands start to shake. Left to his own devices he finds himself torn, eyes eating away greedily at your body as he decides just where to lay his hands first. 'Can I...' His voice shakes, nerves soaking into the back of his tongue as he hooks a finger around the top of your dress. 'Can I take this off?'

Rolling your shoulders, you nod. You can feel the flex of his stomach muscles underneath you as he curls himself into a half-crunch to reach you. His hands skate across your shoulders, fingers catching on the thin material of the straps as he gently, slowly, encourages them down your arms.

There's something caught in his throat as he watches the material slide. It slinks down your skin, stretching around the width of your shoulders before coming back together when you pinch your elbows in towards your core.

You let the material bunch around your waist, exposing your chest to the air as you perch In his lap. Already, the cold has your nipples pebbling, rising to the air as the faint buzz of arousal continues to make a mockery of your nervous system.

'Sh – Shit.' He breathes. His hands twitch into the air automatically, rising to hover over the ruched material of your dress. There's a desperation in his fingertips, a burning itch that has his ligaments twitching as he attempts to commit every inch of your body to memory.

'Hey...' Huffing air out of your nose, you press your palms to his. His fingers slot between yours easily, allowing you to squeeze tightly once before retracting your touch. Tensing your fingers, you don't have to encourage him much before he's taking a firm hold of your chest and smoothing his thumbs across the apex of your tits.

A shaky breath bullies it's way from Kaminari's mouth, the dull click of his throat audible as he swallows down the groan vibrating through his chest. 'You're... Why're you, so – so soft?..'

You chuckle, the noise bouncing your chest in his hands as he continues to slowly explore your skin. 'I moisturise.'

At that, a laugh breaks through the lull. It's full bodied and high, a giggle born from pure amusement that makes the apples of his cheeks glow. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You repeat and take his hands once more, encouraging him to take a rougher grip of you. ''m soft here.' Pressing his palms up, you let your chest spill into his hands, but before he can even think about taking a hold of you, you're moving him on. '...And here.'

Next, you skate his hands down your sides making him feel the swell of your curves as your waist gives way to the shape of your hips. 'But...' Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs below his palms and lift, forcing him to venture across the bunched material of your dress until you can nestle one of his hands against your thigh and the other, square over the mound of your cunt. 'I think I'm the softest here.'

Denki moans. Even through the sheer lace of your underwear he can feel how wet you are. It warms the pad of his thumb, making his skin tingle as he presses just so against the raw bud of your clit.

You jolt, even the gentle touch of his thumb making your cunt clench with anticipation. Humming under your breath, you let go of his hand to tug at the collar of his shirt. 'Off... C'mon, it's not fair.' You're whining now, hips moving in the smallest circles you can manage against his stationary pressure.

'Hmm?' Mesmerised by your sudden neediness, he has to shake his head to bring his brain back online for long enough to process your request; but as soon as he does, he's sitting up and almost unseating you in his haste to get rid of his shirt. He yanks at the back of the material, hoisting it over his head and tossing it as far as he can manage. Curling his spine, he blinks up at you with hazy golden eyes and offers you an expectant smile. It twitches the corner of his mouth, pulling his lips into an expression that almost shows his teeth.

'That better?'

You nod and lift your hands to his shoulders. His skin, now bare, is warm under your palms. The lean muscle tangled over his bones is firm and yet, soft; moving delicately under your touch with each of his unsteady inhales. Your eyes eat at him greedily, at the surprising broadness of his shoulders, the cleft of his chest and the neat rolls of his stomach as he bends.

Shifting, he feels chews on the edge of his lip. 'W- What?'

'Nothing...' You smile, pulling your eyes back up to his. 'Just looking at you.'

'Why?'

Lifting a hand, you smooth your knuckles down his cheek. 'Because you're pretty...'

He blushes. Bright red blooms on the tips of his cheek bones and runs like a river down his face until almost his entire chest is flushed.

'… And,' you smirk. 'I think you're going to look even prettier when you're inside me.'

A strangled whimper leaves his throat. It catches behind his Adam's apple, clicking audibly in the new dull silence of the room. His hands lift, fingers digging crescents into the fat of your thighs as he tries to stop his hips from rutting up and into the softness of your cunt.

'You like the idea of that?' Using your thumb, you pull down his lip, exposing gum. 'Like the idea of being inside of me. You wanna fill me up, huh?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Y – Yeah. Fuck, yeah... Wanna, wanna fuck you.' His grip tightens, eyes unable to be torn away from yours. Grinding down, he shifts his ass further into the mattress, trying and failing to slink away from your heat.

'Good boy.' You kiss him softly, letting him whine into your mouth, but before he can lurch forward and deepen the kiss, you're pulling back and shimmying off of his lap.

For a moment, he attempts to move with you. His head follows, lips still pursed and searching even as you almost clear his knees, but all too soon there's the obvious indents of your fingers in his chest stopping him.

Your hands fiddle with the button of his jeans, making quick work until you're able to slip your hands under the waistband. 'Lift your hips.'

He does, complying easily as you rid him of the offending material. Resting himself on his elbows, he watches as you drop the clothing off the end of the bed and lean back just enough to snake your way out of your dress. He licks his lips. Your body twists, exposing the rough curves of your hips as you shimmy to reposition yourself on the bed. The plush fat of your breast swaying, nipples flat in a way that makes him want to taste them, to feel them plump on his tongue.

Holding onto the small amount of cognition that he still possesses, he uses it to drink in the sight of you perching over his hips.

Lowering yourself onto your elbows at either side of pelvis, you feel your skin prickle under his gaze. Burning suns threaten to scorch your skin as he devours you, eyes everywhere, committing even your most unattractive details to memory. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable and powerful, having him so captivated without even a touch. Shivering against his gaze, you dip your head and, while keeping your eyes on his, lick a long, thick stripe across the hardness straining against his boxers.

It's like he's just been shocked. Two million vaults course up through his legs with a violence that makes his eyes roll. His cock twitches, jumping against your touch even as you pull away. 'Not... Fuck, that's not fair.'

'No?' You cock your head and purse your lips, pressing the softest of kisses to his covered head.

'No: fuck.' Stretching out his shoulders, he tries to loosen the tension quickly building in his stomach. The last thing he wants is to paint the insides of his boxers and become the latest laughing stock of your friends. Clamping shut his eyes, he breathes deep, but his breathe is stolen again too soon when he feels your tongue press hard against his cock again. Reaching down, he catches hold of the front of your throat.

'That's not going to make me stop, baby.' You laugh, lowering your head again and pushing your throat against his palm. 'If anything, it's going to make me tease you more.'

The rough pads of his fingers dig in for a moment, half-crescents threatening to mark your throat as he tests his grip before releasing you. Rocking his head back onto the pillow, he feels the elastic of his boxers pull from his hips and slip until it's nestled below his balls.

As soon as it's released from its confines, Denki's cock snaps back against his stomach. It's a pretty thing. Slight in it's length, with a girth that is comfortable enough to sit perfectly in your palm and a soft rose to the skin; just looking at him makes you want to swallow him down. His head is darker, a deep red where it peaks from underneath his foreskin and weeps pearled white over his shaft where it races its way to the thick copse of dirty blonde hair that gathers around the base. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck ever so softly.

Denki whimpers. Reaching up, he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stem the onslaught of stimulus threatening to reduce him to a premature end. His breath stutters in his chest, caught somewhere underneath his diaphragm as he feels your tongue slip over his head and inch beneath the stretch of his foreskin.

Moaning, you bob slowly on his cock swallowing barely an inch before he's pushing his ass into the mattress and trying to scramble away.

'Shit. Hang on, hang on...' Hand shooting down, he grips the base of his cock with an almost bruising pressure while still wriggling backwards. 'Don't wanna... I don't -.' His breath comes out in pants, his chest caving in with each shaky inhale as he prays for his body not to betray him.

'Are you okay?' Wiping your lip, you sit up and cock your head. You're about to reach for him voice dripping with concern when he peaks open an eye to stare at you.

A dull laugh skips from his tongue when he takes in the confusion lacing your features, allowing him enough air to splutter out a broken: 'Was... Fuck, wasn't going to last.'

'I barely touched you -.'

'Guess I just find you that hot, huh?' With his pulse steadying, he chances a steady stroke of his cock gathering both pre-cum and spit in the twist of his fist. 'You, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?'

Settling back over his hips, you reach for the hand not wrapped around his cock and interlace your fingers before guiding him to your hip. It takes a simple hook of your finger before the heat of your cunt is exposed, underwear unceremoniously tugged aside to allow you to reposition Denki's hand beneath you. 'You have no idea, either.'

The first grind of your cunt across his knuckles has him sucking in breath. Each bone catches against your clit, coating him in your arousal as soft moans begin to leak from your mouth. It makes his stomach twist, his cock twitching in his hand as he feels your need grow large enough to match his own. 'I – I think I'm getting one.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' He swallows. The edges of his vision swim, growing blurry as he struggles to comprehend you grinding on his hand and soaking his lap. Even with the tension still around the base of his cock, he can feel it twitch in his hand, desperate to feel the sweet recess of your cunt. 'I'm... Fuck, I'm not gonna...'

You cock your head, a smile playing at your lip as he trips over his words. 'C'mon, use your words.'

Groaning, he rocks his head back on his shoulders before fixing you with a needy gaze. He speaks quickly, with barely a breath between words as if there isn't even enough time for him to finish his sentence. 'If... Fuck, if you're serious about wanting to sit on my cock, you're going to have to do it soon because just looking at you has me nearly -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. It's immediately deep, needy in its pace and leaves both of you panting when you finally pull away. Resting your nose against his, you whisper into the slither of space between you. 'You want me to fuck you, baby?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Fuck, yeah. Yeah. I want you – shit, want you so bad.' Twisting his palm, he uses his thumb to gently tap at the hood of your clit. With each subtle moan he earns from your chest, his taps become longer, harsher, causing you to bite your lip and grind down onto him.

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours to inch him away. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth as he whimpers, chest hollowing at the idea of being parted from you for even a moment.

Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before reaching between your own thighs and taking hold of his cock.

He releases himself as soon as he feels your fingers close around his shaft. His cock pulses, twitching into your hold as you give him a single cursory stroke, spreading the pre-cum leaking down over his skin from tip to root. Flicking your eyes back up to his, you feel the dull thrum of arousal beating in your cunt as you watch his lips drop open even with the little friction you've allowed him. 'Look at you... You're almost as wet as me.'

A blush blooms high on his cheeks, his eyes blowing almost black; turning his eyes into a solar eclipse. His mouth moves, but the words stick in his throat – leaving nothing but a moan able to escape as he nods in agreement.

Wiggling your hips, you shift back and line him up. You're dripping, skin shining with slick as you slowly, slowly, lower yourself down onto his cock.

Immediately, his hands clamp solid around your waist. His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as he huffs. You feel divine, hot and wet and squeezing him so tightly that it's hard for him to focus. The edges of his vision blur, his head swimming even though you've barely taken an inch of him. 'Shit, shit... Fuck -.'

'You feel so good.' You finish his sentence for him. His cock forces you to stretch around him, opening you up as you continue to sink down onto him. It's a mild presence, but one that manages to press up on every single nerve inside of you making you want to cry out. Your thighs shake, hands reaching forward to splay over his chest to steady yourself as you finally bottom him out. The nest of blond pubic hair at his base tickles against your clit, causing you to gasp and roll your hips, searching for more.

'I -.' Trying to pull his head from the pillow, Denki stares through the haze of his eyes. 'I'm not gonna last.' His grip tightens on your waist, a new desperation crawling into his voice as he almost whispers... 'Wanna – fuck, wanna make you feel good though.'

'Yeah?' Lifting yourself, you sink back down onto him with ease and shiver against the flare of pleasure that twists your stomach up into knots.

'Please...' Denki's throat is raw, tightening around his plea.

Desperation fills his chest as he watches the point at which you're joined. His eyes fixate on it. On where your body stretches for him, cunt open and drooling as you take him with ease; the flushed bud of your clit twitching each time you manage to impale yourself just right. 'Please...' He tries again, voice still warbling. 'Please, cum on my cock. Please – I wanna, wanna see, wanna feel – please...'

You chuckle, lifting one of your hands from his wrists to stroke your knuckles down his cheek. 'Look at you, begging so pretty...'

'Please -.'

Nodding, you straighten up and roll your shoulders back. For a moment you stay still, letting the taught pleasure simmer inside you until it settles. Your cunt has slicked his skin, making the soft rose flesh shine in the low light of his bedroom. The sight does something funny to your stomach, making it twist and bubble. Clenching your hands, you beckon him to hold you.

There's something impossibly grounding about the way you lace your fingers with his. His palms face upwards, providing a platform for you to press against and he's forced to tense his biceps as you use him as leverage to bounce. 'Oh, shit.' Pleasure flares through his body like wild-fire, making him cling to your hands and his clamp shut his eyes.

'Look at me.' Your voice is soft, although, if he were to listen close, he'd be able to hear a similar desperation to the one that infests his own. 'D-Denki, look at me.'

He obeys immediately. His gaze is hazy. His focus shattered as he looks from your eyes, to your lips, to where your cunt swallows him and back again.

'Want you to watch.' You whisper, causing his eyes to widen.

Nodding, he lifts his hips, fucking up into you just enough to have you teetering on the edge of bliss. He can feel it, how close you are. It's in the tightness, in the way your cunt squeezes him and pulses. You look like a vision, your skin flushed, with sweat beginning to dew along the line of your collarbones and your eyebrows drawn up making your features stretch with pleasure. His heart stutters in his chest, betraying the swirling emotions that threaten to make this mean a whole lot more than just sex.

''m close.' You stutter over your words, so close to your own end that you can almost taste it, but it isn't until you see the soft mouthing of Kaminari's continued begging that you finally feel yourself hit free-fall. His eyes are glued to yours, making you feel observed and worshipped all at once as the entirety of your body lights up like a sparkler.

Kaminari has seen a lot of great things in his middling twenty-seven years on this planet, but watching you come undone on top of him drops itself clear at the top. Ignoring his own nearing end, he attempts to commit every inch of you to memory as he feels you tumble over the end, once and for all.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your cunt pulses, thighs and stomach tensing violently as each wave of pleasure threatens to black out your vision. With each ebb, another dull thrust of Kaminari's cock brings back that same crashing pleasure. You're not sure if you cry out, not sure if you call his name – your ears are full of static, your eyes clouded as you remain air born into bliss.

'Did -.' Swallowing around the spit pooled in his mouth, Kaminari still can't pull his eyes away from you. 'Did I do good? Did I?'

Coming back to your body feels strange. There's a lightness in your bones and a burn in your muscles that screams satisfaction, but that still doesn't stop the fire churning in your stomach once your eyes clear enough to see him. He's close to tears, flushed and needy with his hips still grinding up unable to stop as your cunt continues to milk him. Biting into your lip, you reduce yourself to your elbows beside his head and press your chest to his. 'Cum for me... Want you to use me.'

There's no need to tell him twice. Electricity flashes in his eyes as he lifts himself enough to plant his feet square on the mattress and begin fucking up into you. It's desperate, the pace he sets, as is the series of moans that leak from his mouth as he loses himself to the feel of your cunt. 'Feels, fuck – fuck.'

'That's it, baby.' You coo, pressing an uncoordinated kiss just south of his mouth. Overstimulation bites at your insides making your stomach tense as his cock continues to press square over your G-spot, but there's no mistaking the hum of pleasure it continues to force through your body.

It takes barely a handful of stuttering thrusts before there's a gasping 'Where... Fuck, tell me where now Princess, or I'm gonna -.'

'Inside.' You moan, the idea alone making your mind reel. 'Please, fuck. Cum inside me, please.'

'Yeah...' He nods, huffing. 'Yeah, shit, okay.' His hands find their way down to the small of your back when he cums. His palms spread there, pressing down to ensure he's as deep as possible when he finally begins to fill you. Thick and white, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing as he quakes through the last of his orgasm.

Lifting your head, you blink at him as he slowly comes back to himself. There's a warmth floating in your stomach and a subtle ache in your muscles that you're sure will only feel better in the morning, but that matters a lot less when you lock eyes with him again.

He blinks, disbelief and joy mixing on his features as he mumbles: 'You let me cum inside you.'

'I did.'

'You -.'

'Yeah.'

'Holy shit.'

'You liked it?'

'No-one has never, no-one has...'

You hum and lean in to press only the softest of kisses to his cheek. ''m glad I did. You did so well...' Sitting up, you let your hands roam over your stomach and the fat that lives there. 'Filled me so good.'

Many things flicker through his mind then, none of them savoury. The way you're sat, straight with a subtle curve to your spine, makes your stomach stick out slightly. So much so, that if he where to squint and let his mind wander, he could almost believe that you were... Kaminari's cock twitches.

'Are you getting hard again?' You cock an eyebrow.

He swallows. 'Maybe?'

'Because of?..'

This time, he has the decency to blush, but he doesn't dare lie. He nods, biting down on his lower lip. 'I think I just discovered a new kink?'

'Hmm.' Purring, you rock your hips against him and feel his cock give another valiant twitch. 'Maybe you should breed me again, just to make sure it took, then?'

Kaminari short circuits. His eyes shimmer in the dark, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he tries to calm himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders just what the Hell he did to ever catch your eye.

'Would you like that?'

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you before twisting and tossing you back to the mattress. He looms over you, an elbow beside your shoulder as his other hand travels down your body and graces the mound of your cunt to play with your clit. Lingering there for a moment, he slips lower and collects the spend that has leaked from you with his fingers before gently pushing it back inside you. 'Yeah...'

Curling his fingers, he makes you arc off the bed as he rubs at your G-spot. 'I'd like that a lot.'

Denki rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns. There's a pleasant ache in his limbs when he stretches his arms above his head, his toes pointing underneath the duvet as he rocks his head back on his pillow.

His movement jostles you, causing you to open your eyes and squint against his smile.

'You're still here.' He beams.

You respond as if it's obvious, as if there wasn't any remote possibility of you leaving in the middle of the night. 'I am.' Wriggling closer to him, you ignore the dampness still lingering between your thighs from an entire night spent together and lift your leg over his knee.

It still feels surreal as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and uses his thumb to stroke at the skin there, carving unknowable shapes into your muscle. He's longed for this, for you, for longer than he can remember and yet, if he had only seen past his own insecurity... Who knows how long he could have indulged in your body for? How long he could have made you moan and made you breakfast and seen what you looked like at seven in the morning when the sun was in your eyes?

'So, do you believe me now?' You blink at him and smile, resting your head against the turn of his collarbone.

'What?'

Running a finger down the cleft of his chest, you tap out a tune against his sternum. 'That I only want you, silly.'

There's no evidence of yesterday's former ignorance lingering on his features when he stares back at you, only the something close to happiness and the faint shimmer of mischief. 'Eh...' Taking your hand from his chest, he lifts it to his mouth and presses a series of kisses across your knuckles.

The gesture makes you giggle, but before you can lose yourself to his sweetness, he's twisting your hand and pressing your palm to his skin once more. You let him guide you, letting him encourage you down over his chest and past his stomach. You let him push onward, even when you already know exactly where he's heading.

'I think I might need more evidence.' He mumbles as your fingers slip through his pubic hair and make his skin tingle. Already his cock his half hard and swelling fast, just at the mere thought of your hand wrapping around it.

'Yeah, you think so, huh?' Biting your lip, you wait until the breath catches in the back of his throat to stop his onward march.

He swallows.

Sitting up on an elbow, you tilt your head and press a kiss to his mouth, before whispering against his lips. 'Then, maybe my mouth will be better at convincing you...'

-> Masterlist

۶ৎ ─ skatentines!

pairings : kaminari d. x gn!reader

warnings : swearing, mutual pinning, cheesy, SO AWKWARD, a bit slow-paced, reader is kinda flirty :P

a/n : FIRST SMAU I'VE EVER WRITTEN SORRY IF ITS BAD :(

➤ masterlist!

“Siiiigghhh…”

Today had been slow in the skate shop, and nothing bores the blonde boy more than a slow day in the shop. Kaminari huffed, glancing his golden eyes to the clock, watching it tick by slowly. The faint electric guitar riffing the melody he had grown to know every high and lows already had repeated for the fifth time that day, and all he had to say was a groan as he threw his head to the counter as he peeked at the time again, wishing his shift was magically over.

Ring! The door opened, a small bell rang from the top of it, as you walked in, your eyes darted around the shop as your hands clutched a skateboard by the trucks of it. Then, you spotted him, walking over slowly.

“Hey, um…” You spoke, fidgeting with the wheels of the board.

“I’m here to get some wheel change…” 

Kaminari stood there for a moment, his eyes wide and his lips parted just slightly as he seemed to eye you up and down. Then he spoke up, clearing his throat.

“Oh! Uh… yeah, w-we can help with that.” He smiled sheepishly, nervously rubbing his hands to the side of his jeans.

You handed your board, carefully placing it on his hands as he reached out. The board clacked softly against the counter as he placed it down, wheels facing up. He hissed in the air from his teeth.

“Nice board.” He grinned at you, which slowly turned into pursing his lips from his realization of his awkwardness.

You nodded your head, “Thanks,” 

Silence fell between you two, broken only by the faint melody of Avril Lavigne singing from the speakers; something about skater boys, and the sound of him rummaging through the counter’s cabinets, taking out a wrench, and a new set of wheels, as well as a piece of cloth already dirtied by oil.

“So uh,” “Just the same set? Streets?” He made sure, pausing his hands just before he opened the packed wheels.

You nodded, “Yeah, streets.”

Damn it, this is so… awkward… He thought, biting the insides of his cheek, pursing his lips with slightly furrowing brows as he nodded to your request. He cleared his throat, maybe louder than he had to. His hands opened the wrapped wheels, white, solid, and smooth, with small designs at the sides. He glanced at you from beneath his hair, meeting your eyes maybe a little bit too precisely. He darted his eyes back down, clearing his throat again. The familiar feeling of heat creeped up his neck. 

“S-so uh…” He croaked, “How long’ve you had this board for?” 

You stammered for a second, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Around… two years?” 

He hummed in response, nodding his head. “Nice,” “You took nice care” He smiled, tilting his head up from his work to look at you.

Much to his surprise, he was met with you smiling back so sweetly as you nodded. “I don’t really skate that often.” You admitted, chuckling as you softly swayed your body back and forth to get rid of the nerves. He laughed along, screwing tight the bolts before he lifted the board up, turning it around to check it from below.

“That should do it,” He grins, handing the board back to you.

“Thanks, how much do I owe you?” Receiving the board on your right hand, you reached into your bag to take out your wallet.

He stayed quiet for a moment, seemingly to be considering something in his head as he eyed you up and down from your face to your board. Then, he grinned, turning to the cashier, tapping on a tablet before looking back at you. Seeing your confused face, he giggled. “For someone as cute as you? Free.” He said, his grin turning to a small smirk. 

“Are you sure?” You chuckle lightly, tilting your head to the side to study his face, I guess he’s kind of cute. His eyes stayed fixed, nodding as he gestured to you to be off on your way.

“More than sure.” 

“...Okay thenn…” You smiled, shrugging off.

As you left, he waited for a moment, listening until your steps had receded, before he hit his head, slapping himself on the cheek because what the hell was that, Kami?! He mocked himself, reenacting the way he said his flirt to you, and cringed. Groaning loudly as he dropped his head on the counter.

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“Come o-on! It’s been months since we last hung outt!” Mina’s voice whined from the phone. You hummed as you contemplated, your hand lazily flicked down on your board’s wheels, the same free wheels from a month ago, now already scratched and dirty from use.

Sigh… “Okay, fine, meet me at the park.” You smiled, complying as you stood up and flicked your board to your hand. Mina’s cheer was heard, followed along by a repeating chant of ‘Let’s go!’. 

Winds of afternoon greeted you as you walked out the gates of your apartment complex, you zipped up your jacket, one hand clutching the board by the deck, letting it rest beside your waist. 

Upon arriving, Mina was sitting on the edge of a curb, her legs curled up against her chest while her head rested on her knees, lazily gazing down on her pink phone while her board lay idly beside her.

“Oi” You called out, snickering at her lonely form.

Her head snapped to your direction, grinning as she jumped up, greeting you. “Y/N!!” She chimed, skipping her steps to you. “I need to go to the skate shop down the street first, c’mon.’ She cheekily smiled, tugging by your hand to turn your body to the opposite direction.

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Ring! The shop’s door rang, jolting Kaminari awake from the nap on his hands, making him stand back up immediately. “Hey, welcome—”

Wait. He recognized… that smile, your face, your eyes, he remembered that. Of course he did, despite it being a whole month ago. He told Eijiro of your purchase that day, sheepishly admitting he gave away a 2000 yen worth of purchase to someone he thought looked so cute. Sure, he got some scolding, but it was worth it… he guesses. 

The world sure is small. You’re friends with Mina, a friend he had known even before he worked here. 

“Mina!” He greeted, grinning as he made his exit from behind the counter. Mina smiled, hugging him as she rambled about how she missed going into the shop, and how her injuries’ gotten better so now she can start skating again.

Kaminari smiled, glancing towards you, he mustered up the courage to greet you. “Hey, I remember you.” He said, grinning sweetly as if that was a normal thing to say to someone who you had met only the second time. 

“I remember you, too,” You replied a little too quickly. I mean—how could you not? The cute blonde who gave away a wheel set worth 2000 yen to you? And for a second, just one second, you swore to yourself you saw his smile tightened just slightly as you said that.

He quickly diverted his gaze away from yours, clearing his throat to push away that small blush creeping up his neck. “So uh…” He rubs his neck, glancing at you two from the corners of his eyes. “W-what brought you guys here?”

“Just wanted to get some spray paints.” Mina chimed, already making her way to the shop’s aisles, before shortly the sound of cans clanking in her hands were heard, muttering to herself as she debated on the colors she wanted to get, something about pink or yellows, while Kaminari stood awkwardly by your side, waiting for her to make her purchase by the counter as he swayed back and forth on his feet. “So uh… you wanna get anythin’...?” He spoke finally, a hint of crack was heard in his voice as he grinned sheepishly, puckering his lips to the side almost immediately.

“No…” You chuckled fiddly. “Just uh… waiting for her…” Your thumb pointed to Mina, who was still muttering to herself by the aisle.

It seemed like crickets sang between the two of you, and if this was a reality show, the narrator had probably commented ‘Awkward…’ towards your interaction. He opened his mouth slightly, a small sound came out from him like he was trying to say something… but then, Mina made her way back, rattling the cans in her hands as she grinned happily. “Got ‘em!! Let’s go!” 

And so you two walked out. You turned to look at him as you reached for the door, with an intention of waving to him. His smile greeted you. A dumb, silly, adorable smile, before he quickly snapped back to reality, waving back to you frantically.

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The first thing that greeted you as you opened a packet of bandages at home were Mina’s texts, chiming your phone.

You snicker at your phone, placing it beside you as you gently placed a bandaid on your scraped knee, patting it softly to secure it in place. 

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It’s February! What better way is there to celebrate the month filled with hearts then to make an event? Thundergrind, the small skate shop down the street near a skate park, had been busy from the night before, decorating their ceilings with little paper hearts and unpacked their valentines’ special uniforms. Kaminari and Eijirou half-heartedly did one last check of their shop, before nodding in agreement, iiitt’s ready!

The blonde stood by the counter, waiting for any customers to enter, his foot tapping the floor to the song playing by the speakers. His job today was easy; help people decorate their boards, and spray paint their shirts. 

He groaned, “Vaaalleenntiinness’...” dropping his head to the counter. 

He is convinced to the core that today is going to be the most boring day of his time at the skate shop, if not the whole week. He’s still got at least a week handling the same job, and probably witnessing some disgusting interactions between the couples in the shop. Eijiro snickered, “C’mon, lighten up a bit.” He smiled, nudging Kaminari’s shoulder.

“Don’t wanna,” Kaminari huffed, resting his chin on his palm.

The day went on almost as he expected, straining smiles to the couples requesting cheesy designs, laughing a bit too loud at any awkward jokes, at least the shop’s lively he thought.

Ring! The shop’s door rang for the umpteenth time that day, and suddenly his job that day felt like lead weights on his shoulder. Watching you walk in with a blank white tee slung over your shoulder, making a bee line to his counter.

“Oh! Hey uh–... It’s you, hehe…” He smiled, then grinned, then just pursed his lips, running a hand through his hair.

You smiled nodding to him as a greeting while you slowly took the shirt from your shoulder, while your other hand fidgeted with your phone.

“I heard you guys… do shirt designs, for valentines'...?” You asked, raising your shoulders as you lifted the shirt in your hands.

He nodded fervently, smiling. “Mhm!” As his gloved hands already readied the spray paints on the counter, “I’ll do whatever you want—” 

Pause.

“...I- I meant the designs.” 

You snickered, handing him the shirt.

And for a moment, the small warmth from his gloved hand brushed against your fingers, a smile crept up your lips.

“I wanted a lightning bolt,” You said, shyly tilting your head to the side as you averted his nervous gaze. “Like your hair,” 

A moment of silence was there, and you looked up to see him silently stammering while his hand tried to translate what he was trying to say, the other sheepishly brushing his hair back.

“Cool, cool, I can definitely do that.” He finally manages while clearing his throat, a hint of shakiness in his voice while his hands scurried to find the spray paints again. “Y-yellow? Oorr…” 

You nodded, reaching your finger to the shirt to trace the design you had in mind. “Mhm, yellow, going from here to here,”

He smiled, nodding as he bent down to the shirt, putting on his mask while propping himself on his shoulders to get started on the shirt.

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Kaminari sighed, pulling down his mask while he brushed his hand under his nose. He smiled, satisfied with the work he’d done on your shirt, now decorated with a lightning bolt across it. He looked up to you, grinning.

“So, how’d you like it?” A proud tone on his voice.

You smiled, silently chuckling at his obvious pride. “I love it, Kami, Thanks.

“...You did a great job,” You added, even if it wasn’t even necessary. 

The blonde’s grin faltered to a shy smile, as he brushed his hand under his nose again, a smudge of paint perched on it, and without a single thought,

you reached your hand, gently wiping his nose while snickering, “You got something… there.”

WHAT THE FUUUUUCKKK I’m gonna die RIGHT NOW. LIKE. RIGHT. NOW.

“Oh! Uh– Thanks…y/n,”

Kaminari’s mouth opened and closed before he so very shakily said, “Y-you’re… so sweet.” 

His hands scurried to take off his gloves, as he turned his back on you, muttering stuff you didn’t quite catch, something along the lines of 'Why did you say that?!' or something. When he turned back around, he grinned again, it seemed strained, almost awkward as he reached for your shirt.

“H-here, uh–...” 

CLANG! TANG! Were the sounds the cans made as he knocked them over, hurrying to salvage them before they made too much noise.

“S-sorry, here..”

You giggled, gently grabbing the shirt he handed. As you reached for your wallet, he reached out, almost grabbing your wrist to stop you. “It’s… o-on the house.” He smiled, immediately pulling back his hand to his side, clenching his fist.

“Really now, again?” You smiled.

“...If it makes you think of me, theenn… why not?” He grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of his nerves. You couldn’t help but scoff out a chuckle, failing miserably to hold back a smile, then a grin. “I already do.” You mumbled, before your ears picked up on a thud, while he ducks down to grab some more paint, along with some more cans clattering. He stood up immediately, rubbing the top of his head with the stupidest grin he’s thrown at you. 

You still reached for your wallet anyway, grabbing the pen lying by the counter to scribble something on the cash you had, placing it on the counter before you turned away, throwing him one last smile. 

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Closing time had never felt so nice. Kaminari’s smile hadn’t faltered since you left. In his pocket (that he kept on checking in to) lies the cash you had given him, despite his words. He rummaged his pocket again as he locked the shop’s doors, unfolding the small ruffled up paper, as his fingers smoothed out the small numbers you had written messily on it, your phone number. 

He couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as he walked, his eyes looking at the Yen like it’s a treasure he had found in the middle of trash, which it is, in his opinion. 

“Spill,” Eijiro chuckled, nudging him. “You’ve sulked all day, but now you’re all jolly?”

Kaminari’s hand immediately pocketed the small cash, clearing his throat. “Nothin’” Yet his smile betrayed his ecstasy. “Just…happy that the day’s over, is all.” He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Eijiro’s skepticism was obvious as he huffed, rolling his eyes. “Mhm, suuuuure.” 

…

“I got their number!!” Kaminari blurted out, clapping his hands over his mouth to hide his huge smile.

The red head’s eyes widen, along with his toothy smile. A cheer escaped his lips as he pushed Kaminari’s shoulder, laughing. “Text them, hello??” 

“I will, I will!!!” 

“...At home.” Kaminari stuck out his tongue, pacing up his steps to race past Eijiro.

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Kaminari immediately closed, locked his apartment door. Leaning against it while clutching his phone on his chest, he looked like those rom-com movie characters right now. His grin still graced his red-nosed face, as he slowly glanced down to his phone, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing out his first message to you.

Kaminari’s smile tensed. His thumbs froze, and the typing… bubble kept on replaying the animation as he stared at your message. He speeds to his bed, screaming into his pillow while he giggles, but stops abruptly to slap himself.

“Be a man, Kaminari, be a man.” 

He huffed, slapping both his hands to his cheeks.

Never had a laugh and a scream escaped from his lips that fast, and that loud. Kaminari’s hand slammed his phone to the bed, as he covered his mouth with his pillow again, giggling while jumping all around his apartment. 

Handsome. HANDSOME. HANDSOME.

He quickly scurried to his bed again, kneeling down before it while he rests his elbows by the edge of the bed, his hands shakily handling the phone again. A huge grin graced his face, and his mouth couldn't keeps on squealing, letting out held-back giggles as he typed.

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The evening winds caressed his face gently as he rocked back and forth on his heels, one hand clutching his phone, one hand rubbing up and down on his bag’s strap nervously. In his pocket, lay a small letter he wrote himself after around ten times redoing, along with a small simple black bracelet he had bought just three days before, dragging Eijiro and Mina to find the perfect one. 

“Kami,” Your voice softly called, making him turn around to look at you. And if the shop’s LED’s weren’t enough to make your eyes look like the prettiest things he’s seen in the world, then boy did the setting sun and the skies do. 

Oh, oh. 

The first impression he had on you when you two first met was that you were so cute. But goodness the orange hue of the sun bouncing off your hair, your cheeks, oh my GOD he was ready to just kiss your cheeks.

“H-Hey! Uh…” 

“You look… n-nice…” He grins, sheepishly swaying his body right and left as you approach.

You smiled, running your hand back through your hair while you fidgeted something in your pocket.

“Thanks, Kami.” 

He smiled, grinning from ear to ear. His hands twitched—he wanted to pinch your cheeks. But he held back, obviously.

You two walked along the skate park, accompanied by the scrapes and the clacks of other skaters in the park, chatting and rambling about various things. He would beam up when you mentioned you also liked Avril Lavigne, or My Chemical Romance, and even Paramore. Awkwardly, he would tell you that he can do a trick, then landing on his bum after doing a small ollie. 

Then, you would giggle and snicker, and he finds himself purposely messing up his tricks just to hear those cuts of laughter from you. And every time he did succeed to earn your laughter, he’d give the stupidest, dorkiest smile ever, before standing up, brushing himself off. 

“You’re faking this,” You teased, between laughter.

“Naaaww, I’m just bad.” He grins, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes flickering between you and the ground as he smiles. “Okay, maybe I’m doing it on purpose.” He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender while he walked backwards.

“...But only ‘cause I get to hear you laugh,” His smile immediately faltered when he realized what he had just said. “L-Like in the way that uh—...”

“You like my laugh…?” You chuckled, tilting your head.

“Yeah?” cough cough “Uhm… in a your-laugh-is-nice kinda way, y’know?” He chuckled nervously, shrugging off his nerves and his ever growing blush.

“...And I guess your face is nice too,”

“A-and your hair… your voice…” He muttered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. 

You blinked, smiling as you let out a huff. “You like me… back?”

He groaned, throwing his hands up to his hair, covering his face with his palms, “Fine, I guess I like you… a lot…”

Pause.

“W-wait— ‘back’?” He looked up to you from between his fingers, his voice muffled. You only smiled back, pretending to be clueless as his grin grew and he jumped towards you with laughter echoing in the air, hugging you tightly, before quickly remembering something, pulling back as he cleared his throat.

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small letter and a bracelet, handing it over to you as he looked to the ground. “For you,”

You smiled, “Aw,”

“Thank you, Kami” You said, admiring the small loop. 

You happily accepted his small gift as you reached into your own pocket, taking out a small miniature skateboard keychain. “My turn, for you, too.” Your hand handed over the keychain, and he nervously accepted it to his palm, smiling softly as he admired it. 

“It’s cute, thanks, y/n.”

“...Cute, l-like you.”

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And as you stepped into the floors of your apartment once more, you sighed in contentment. The smile you've gotten since two hours ago hadn't left, and it's still stubbornly keeping its ground there.

Your hand rummaged through your pocket again, slowly fishing out the letter he had given you.

Your smile only grew wider as you read;

Dear y/n.

I'm not rlly the best @ writing letters, so I'm sorry if this is bad :(

Thanks forr enterring the skate shop, my days there got brighter and better ever since I saw you. (coz ur so cute) I know it's probs rlly cheesy, but I'm saying the truth. Like... idk why but you just made my days better, and I'm thankful for that

Like I said, I'm bad at writing letters, but I'm happy you wanted to meet me :)

All love, Kami.

dworkism | do not repost!

a/n : LAAATTTEEE SOO LAATTEE SUPER LATE VALENTINES' POST SORRY :(

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Ok so I love your writing, I think I remember you doing 5 characters, and if you dont do x readers ignore this! Ok so, could I have headcanons for the Bakusquad(mina, baku, sero, kami, and kiri-) bringing their girlfriend to an amusement park cuz they know she loves amusment parks as a date? Thank you :DDDD

Waah, thank you for requesting again so quickly! And thank you for the compliment, too. I’m glad that you like that.

And it’s okay! I realize that not many here don’t do female reader, so that’s understandable. Hope that you enjoy reading these! Sorry that it took me this long ><

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- We all know how Bakugō can be when it comes to.. Well, almost anything. Grumpy and not exactly seeming all that excited as his s/o in the beginning.

- But when they once mentioned that it had been a while since they had been to a park because of studies and they were sort of missing it, he spark of inspiration hit. Even if his first response had been something in the sense of, " Hah! That’s stupid.

- I headcanon that he might be one of the richer one of his class. Have you seen this guy's house?! Might need a couple of weeks to pull it off, but Bakugō ends up taking them to an amusement park, even if it wasn’t a traditional invitation?

- " Just come one, idiot! You said that you wanted to go to one of these, right?! "

- Something in that sense. But anyway. Once that you both get inside, he’d probably want to go around of the whole park with you.

- Buys spicy snacks popcorn, likely. It’s popular to have flavored popcorn in Disneyland in Japan. Also, you only need to taunt him once, and he’d be ready to beat any booth here to get you whatever gift you could want.

- Different and more chaotic trip to a park they’ve been to, but one to be remembered.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The sweetest person in the whole world I love him so, so, so much y'all don’t know-

- He's pretty excited when he heard that you liked amusement parks. It actually made him plan to spare up money do that the two of them could go together.

- If it’s a park that his s/o has been to before, he would love to go all out. Trying the rides that they liked the most, get the best food there - everything.

- Notices their eyes lingering a bit on that one cute plushie a bit long by the booth and of course he ended up getting it for you. He honestly loves to spoil his s/o a lot.

- Holds your hand the whole way around of the park, chatting and holding onto it tightly while on the rides. Even if you both weren’t afraid or if it was boiling hot, he’d keep them close.

- Really wants to see the fireworks show they do. They will not be disappointed with how utterly adorable that Kirishima can be when he is excited.

- Willing to follow them the whole way home. Even if they had said no, he’d still want to, since it has gotten so late that the sun had gone down for hours ago, without either of them realizing it till the last bound of fireworks had gone off.

- Being in an amusement park with Kirishima is a fun ride. Something the would be cherished for long. Exactly why they planned their next visit to be soon.

Kaminari Denki:

- You know that Kaminari knows all the good date spots. Amusement parks were one of those were if you went together, it was bound to end up being a romantic, cute day.

- He will actually beg them to get a set of animal ears when they pass one of the things at the front. He’s always seen couples do it and really wants to try 🥺

- Screams on the rides. His s/o almost thought that he had fazed out of reality when they came back down again. Luckily, he did manage to snap out of it before long.

- Please give him a hug afterwards. Denki really needs some reassurance after that last ride, with the loop in it.

- Wants to share an ice cream/milkshake with them. You know, one of those with a cute mascot theme that look so pretty. With one to share between the two. But, he definitely wants you to eat more of it.

- Takes his s/o up in one of the feris weels. Yes, I stand by that this man is both cheesy and romantic. You two watch the luminous park light up around of you, eyes sparkling over the long horizon.

- Yes, he did kiss them. And yes, Denki would without hesitation go on another day again with them if asked to.

Ashido Mina:

- You know how Mina is essentially one of the most energetic people in all of the class? Yeah, her reaction would be similar to how she would usually react. Peppy and full of excitement, to know that her s/o shares the same passion as her own in amusement parks.

- She,, She really wants to go to Sanrio world [Hello Kitty theme park] or Disneyland 🥺 please, do you know how happy that would make her?

- When the day did arrive, the both of you got there early, so that you both had lots of time to look around and try all kinds of different things. It also happened that there wasn’t that much people in line.

- Oh, you best believe that there is going to be selfies involved! Mina would want to take pictures of her s/o being cute and all kinds of sweets that the two would get together through of the visit.

- Screams and laughs during the rides, as well as holds them so tight so that they both wouldn’t be so afraid not that either of you were complaining about that.

- When the day ends and on the way home with the train, Mina finds herself snuggled up and resting her head against of her s/o's shoulder, tired from all of the adventures, dreaming of the future visits they’d have together.

Sero Hanta:

- Sero has never been the extreme fan of amusement parks. Yes, he did enjoy them and have fun with it. But it isn’t that he enjoys every part about the, though. Do you know how many people that there can get on a weekend or during vacation?

- That was why, when his s/o brought their love for it up one morning that they were walking together, that it had seemed to have hit him a little bit. That he might’ve been a little bit to hard on the idea of it.

- He suggested that the two of them should go when they were free at one point, which had finally seemed to be that day now! One where there wouldn’t be too many people that Wallis be there.

- Lets his s/o walk him through most of it, looking around and trying a ride here and there. For the bigger ones, he would maybe try one of them, even ending up having some fun, despite being a bit terrified.

- He has now also fallen in love with chocolate crepes that you could get from there, despite him usually being to healthy food. The ones that had cream and strawberries in them, with something that he would guess was caramel. They would have to pull him away from buying another one.

- The team-up they had with the laser shooting on that one ride was incredible. No virtual mutant stood a chance for the upcoming hero and his lover!

- Sero definitely has a new love for amusement parks, one which he shared by the one he loved so deeply. In the back of his mind, he’d be reminded to do this more often. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the day they had together.