Warning: In media res, gender neutral y/n, first time in cowgirl position, eye contact, switching positions, strong language, dirty talk, cool down
You both shared a sigh as Denki finally hilted inside. Amidst the wrinkled covers, beneath his strong shoulders and shuddering chest, you felt at home. It was safe right here. Right where it was familiar. As your lover set a deep, slow pace, he drew himself closer, right against your chest. You were caged between his shoulders, pinned under his curious eyes. You bit your lip in a feeble attempt to mute your expressions. Amusement colored his features, his head tilting a bit to get a better look at your obstinance. Sure enough, your head began to shift to the left. And funnily enough, your eyes began to flutter shut as you found yourself starting to drown.
Denki smirked. He knew how to get you out of your pretty head. Whether you knew it or not, your shyness was a worthy adversary to him. A recurring one. And it always made itself known right about now. All the bravado you touted when you teased him pettered away with each minute that went by. Leaving you next to silent, save for the gasps that accompanied every shiver that ran through your body. His thrusts became a bit more insistent, prodding you until you gave him that face.
"What's with the face? You want me to stop?" he asked with a grin.
You suck in a few breaths before speaking, "You know what you're doing,"
"Mmh, tell me what I'm doing, then,"
You couldn't tell if this was on purpose or if he'd gotten distracted by what he was doing (either option was on the table), but just as you tried to answer, his hips started to move a bit faster. His eyes shut, and his hand drifted to your hip to keep you steady. His playful lilt devolved into lustful, tenor moans. And beneath his voice, your own could be heard, answering subconsciously as the pressure started to build.
Denki was a talker. Which both a pro and a con. A pro because his filthy mouth usually complimented your body.
"Oh fuck, you're so pretty. All of you. All of your sexy body," he glances up at your face, "You make it look like it feels so good, baby. Does it?"
The con was a bit convoluted. He was never out of line, but his mouth was equal parts filthy... and unpredictable.
"Baby, I want you on top. I wanna watch you ride me,"
You hadn't realized you'd begun to overthink until Denki slowed down above you. Your nails weren't digging into his shoulder. Instead, your entire hand had migrated to his arm.
"Are you uncomfortable with that?" he ventured.
You shook your head, redirecting your focus on him with a look of reassurance that felt a little forced.
"Are you sure?" he pressed.
"Nah- I mean I want to it's just... I've never been on top with you, and I dunno, I just don't wanna look awkward,"
Denki took a second to absorb what you just said, deciding it was a concern he could work with.
"Is that a no?" Your face scrunched up as Denki sat back on his haunches, chuckling, "What, you didn't say you didn't wanna try,"
You sighed, your gaze losing focus as you thought it over. Well, he was right, as frustrating as it was to come to that conclusion. But, if you were gonna get let down easy by anybody, it would have to be Denki. You sat up.
"Alright, just flip over before I rethink this," you grumbled.
You two switched your positions, Denki making a show of getting all comfy before hitting you with the grabby hands. You swatted away your impending smirk with a pout before you took his hand and straddled his hips. Exposed was a light way of putting how you immediately felt on top. It was strange seeing Denki beneath you. But you did your best to swat away your idea of what Denki was seeing on top of him.
Luckily, the entry wasn't hard. You were still sensitive from earlier, and so was Denki. Once you reached his hips, you looked up to see Denki's head rolled back. You hated to interrupt, considering his face contorted so nicely when he could feel the end of you. But, when you'd hesitated, Denki noticed you were looking for direction.
"What do I do with my hands...you know when I start...moving?" you asked.
Denki smirked, but it wasn't haughty. Just amused. Enamored. Denki held his hands up toward you. You reached down about waist level to interlace your fingers.
"There you go. Now just-" his instructions cut off by you hips starting up something steady.
You figured out that you could get away with closing your eyes up here, too. Which was comforting enough. But you kept getting this feeling, as the two of you got louder. One that kept reminding you that this was real, that you were riding your boyfriend for the first time. And suddenly, you weren't sure if the faces you were making were the things making Denki moan that much. And as that thought started to take your attention, that's when Denki noticed your pretty face turning to the right. He let go of your left hand to place his own on your hip. His other hand slithered up to your neck. Your moan came out as a surprise to you as Denki used his newfound leverage to meet your hips with his. Your eyes flew open, thrown off by his enthusiasm.
"Don't stop moving, baby," he pleaded.
You felt his hand press into your hips, encouraging you to keep moving as your pace slowed to a grind. Denki brought you forward, making you brace on your forearms. His pleading eyes melted into something sweet and sinful.
He moaned, "Don't stop moving. And face me, okay?"
You felt his hands wrap around your hips, and soon as he was picking right back up where he left off. Your kneejerk response was to turn away. But you forced yourself to face him. From this distance, that feeling was back again, this time tenfold. That feeling you got whenever your eyes fluttered closed, and Denki's voice started to leak out, unchecked. That feeling of his eyes on you.
All you had to do was open your eyes to find that Denki's eyes were glazed over as they stayed on your face. Damn it, he looked so good. Frustratingly so.
"Mm, keep looking at me, baby. I'm so close. Keep looking at me,"
He pled with you until his pupils dilated and his grip tightened around you. You only broke eye contact right as you started to cum, with Denki mere second behind you. It took you both a while to recover after that, your bodies resembling the definition of serpentine against each other.
"Fuck," Denki exhaled.
You settled on his heaving chest. For a few, long moments all that could be heard was the sound of you two panting. Denki was the first one to fully come to, shifting slightly beneath you to get a look at you. He didn't know if you were still awake or not, but he ventured to ask.
"Was that too much?" Denki asked. You shook your head. "Do you think that maybe we could add more of that to the weekly fuck sessions?"
You laughed breathlessly, "You're gonna have to be more specific than that,"
Denki sat up, forcing up long enough for him to place his forefinger under your chin. "More of those eyes...and more of you riding me."
summary having a non-committal boyfriend can be tough. What no one told you, was that having one that was more than committed could be a struggle, too.
warnings none. she's just a baby drabble to keep people happy (including me). Tooth rotting fluff ☝️maybe the ts title for kanye fans idk who knows
notes guess who came back from the dead!! It's been a little while, but here I am again (for how long is a mystery im not willing to uncover just yet). As an apology let me offer you this little drabble of mine that's been sitting in my drafts for quite a while..
You want to laugh. The situation is horribly, ridiculously comic. It was supposed to be your break from college, being back in your hometown and all, but your boyfriend does not seem to have the same definition than you when it comes to the word, 'break.
"What are you doing here !?" You shout at Kaminari, all the way from your bedroom, on the second floor of your two story house. "It's raining cats and dogs out there, are you insane ?" You release a little giggle you were unable to keep in, despite the urgency showing in your tone.
"For you!" The boy replies, moving the wet front pieces of his hair away from his forehead.
"Don't be stupid! You'll get hypothermia!"
"I can't go back home! It's past 11, the next bus is in thirty minutes!”
He did this on purpose, you think. He had to. No one willingly knows the entire night bus schedule, yet still decides to go stand in front of a pretty girl's house hoping she'll open her window to see which freak had the stupid idea to stand in the rain waiting for her. No one, except Kaminari.
"Come on, pity me and invite me inside, I know you want to!" He grins, hand above his squinting eyes, trying to minimalize the amount of droplets blurring his eyesight.
What an idiot, you think. He's right, though. You do want to invite him inside.
"See the ladder on your left ?" The blonde follows your instructions, looking around, until his eyes fall on a little red one, obviously made for kids, shining under the moonlight due to the cheap plastic material. He looks up at you in confusion, before you burst out laughing. "No, not this one, Einstein! The silver one, right behind the hedge!"
It takes him a hot minute and a few laps around the front yard to figure out where the ladder you're talking about is, but he gets there eventually.
"You need to be careful with that next part, okay?" You lean forward, hands gripping at your window sill in worry.
"If you scratch the facade, my dad will kill you and me both!" Kaminari nods fervently at your demand.
"Okay, alright. So just get this right under- Wait I got it. I got it!" Kaminari's tongue makes its way through his teeth as a sign of utmost concentration, and it takes everything in you to not start laughing, again.
You're about to stabilise the ladder under your window sill when the sound of footsteps can be heard all the way from downstairs, and your father's huffs gradually get louder as he goes up the stairs.
You whisper-shout Kaminari's name to get him to stand aside and hide while he still can, but the rain harshly hitting the facade muffles your voice, and prevent you from warning your not-so knight in his not-so shining armour.
Screw it, you think, as you make a run for your bed and swiftly slide under the covers, he'll figure it out!
As it turns out, Kaminari did not figure it out. Not only did your father catch you a leg away from being completely engulfed by the covers looking as guilty as ever, but he also had the great idea to look out by the window, only to find your stupidly loving boyfriend wave back at him, as if a late night rendez vous involving an impressively big ladder and a yellow haired idiot was more than normal on a random Tuesday night.
"What are you doing down there, son?"
"Um, I just.. I was looking at your geraniums, sir! Nice lot of flowers you have right there!"
At this, your father only sighs. Yours follows up only five seconds later, letting Kaminari know just how much he'd screwed this impromptu visit at his girlfriend's. Much to his surprise (and yours) your father's answer much differs to his reaction:
Can you do something with Kaminari? Really anything, I’ve been feeling shitty and I need a distraction
Hello, nonnie. I’ve been having a tough time too; wanna talk about it ? m’all soft and sad and normally when i’m like that i wanna write boys being mean cause ✨trauma✨. So how about I continue my little bully!kaminari au minus the piss kink cause i dunno if you’re into that. I hope terribly written psuedocomfort porn makes you feel better; if it tickles your pickle pls let me kno cause praise kink 🥺
Pairing | Denki Kaminari X Black Reader
TW!DubCon, Bullying, Degradation, Praising, Comfort , Chubby Reader , College AU— so quirks exist but UA is a university. , All characters 22 (senior year).
18+ NSFW content- MDNI
Denki Kaminari is alot of things. He’s incredibly handsome. He’s super popular. He’s a future pro hero.
He’s also bullied you since freshman year.
Typical bully stuff— pulling your hair , bumping into you, making you do his homework, having you bend over so he can fuck your thick thighs since you you’re being so stingy with your virgin cunt.
You know, the usual.
The man is high key obsessed with you but he’s shit at having conversations with girls that go past whether they’re on birth control or not. That’s why he always ended up teasing you until tears pricked the corner of your eyes just to “make it up to you” later.
But there was something different this time.
Usually it’d take a lot more than a whispered “ hey chubs” with a squeeze to the tummy to get the water works started.
“You cryin’?” He spins you around to get a better look at you when he hears a sniffle. Both hands on your cheeks to to pull your face closer to his. You whine in protest as you try to get away but he holds you steady. “Asked you a question, right dummy ?”
His tone holds no malice. Golden eyes brimming with concern. It’s almost tender the way he brushes the tears from your face.
“Just not feeling very good about myself, Kami” you hiccup, locked in place by his crystalline glare.
Denki pouts, hands dropping to your shoulders as he ponders something. Then he repositions one on the back of your neck and pulls you up for a kiss. Soft and sweet making you chase after him when he pulls away.
“Wanna show you something…”
It’s so embarrassing the position that he has you in. Sitting in his lap with your legs thrown over his. Him resting against the headboard with one hand placed on your tummy and the other moving between your thick thighs. He pumps fingers in and out of your heat at a steady pace, pausing ever so often to lap at the sheen coating them. His name falls off your lips in breathy chants, begging him to let you cum. He tsks, pulling his fingers out to slap your cunt. “No, dummy” he sneers, “I’m gonna keep teasing this fat lil pussy until you do as I say”. You groan in aroused frustration— out of all the torturous things he’s done to you, this has got to be the worst. Slowly, you open your eyes and your cheeks are immediately set ablaze as you meet your reflection. You look wrecked. Hair frizzy. Shirt unbuttoned. Panties slipped to the side with pale ringed fingers swiping through your slick. Arousal bloomed in your midsection and you’re panting—desperate for release. “P-please , Kami. I wanna— I need to-..” He shushes you with a kiss behind your ear. “You know what you have to do, babe” he cooed, voice syrupy sweet. “All you have to do is say it”. You bite your lip, stomach churning from the mixture of embarrassment and arousal. With a deep breath you lock gazes in the mirror and whisper “ I’m b-beautiful, smart and capable. Denki’s perfect little chubby b-bunny. The only ….” You pause, thighs trembling as he rolls his thumb over your bundle. “Keep going, dummy” he growls, pinching your clit for emphasis. “T-the only thing that should make me cry is Denki’s fat cock”.
cw. mild violence and blood, cursing
note. read a genshin version of this n got inspo
— izuku didn't know what came over him, but all he remembers is getting really, really angry when this random dude at school spoke ill about you. before he knew what he was doing, he was punching the guy, making him fall to the floor. everything was silent for a few seconds before izuku's classmates were pulling him off of the covering guy.
that was a few hours ago, now izuku was standing in front of you while you examined him for injuries. your hands were on both his cheeks and you gently tilted his head up, trying to figure out if he was hurt somewhere.
“does it hurt anywhere?” you asked.
izuku shook his head, making his green hair messier than it already was, “no.”
“okay, good.” you take a seat next to him and take his hand in yours, “so, what happened? what did that guy say to you to make you so angry you threw hands?”
suddenly, izuku was looking anywhere but at you, avoiding your gaze in the most obvious way possible. “um,” he fiddles with your hand, “he was talking bad about you.”
“oh,” you fall silent for a little before you laugh. “'zuku, you didn't have to fight him because of that!” you squeeze his hand, “there's some people that don't like other people, it's natural and it's their opinion— you don't have to beat them up because of that, you know?”
“i'm sorry,” he unconsciously pouts, staring at his feet.
“don't apologize,” you brush his sorry away. “honestly, i'm just surprised you were actually in a fight, it's so unlike you.”
“maybe kacchan is being a bad influence.”
— bakugou saw red. he was ticked off already, but then this guy had to drag you into it, and bakugou went on fight mode. he'd been trying to stop lashing out at people and getting annoyed easily, and it had been going good so far, only, this random dude he knew from school had decided to put an end to it.
he had been on his way to your house, and after dealing with the guy, he continued on his way but now he had bruised knuckles and a scrape on his cheek from the stray gravel that had hit him during the encounter.
that's how he ended up sitting on the bathroom counter while you patched him up and bandaged his hands. he wasn't new to the ointment you applied and the white bandages you carefully wrapped around his hand.
“what was the fight about?” you ask him while applying ointment on his cheek, one hand holding onto his chin.
“i don't know, this random guy just annoyed me,” he started, but stopped when you gave him a knowing look.
“c'mon kats, we both know you don't fight people just because they annoy you anymore,” you let go of his chin and move away from him to get a plaster from the first aid box.
bakugou has to physically hold himself back from reaching towards you.
“okay fine!” he rolls his eyes, “it was because he shit talked you.”
“no way,” you fake surprise while placing the pink plaster on his cheek, leaning in to give him a quick kiss afterwards. “are you turning soft, bakugou?”
“shut up, dumbass.”
— denki was one of the last people someone would expect to start a fight. maybe a playful fight between his friends but with some stranger? hell no. honestly, it would've made sense to anyone if denki had been dragged into a fight because he was just passing by. but no, he had been the one to throw the first punch, and had been repeatedly punching the guy while his friends tried to pull him off of the guy.
even denki didn't know what had come over him at that moment.
his friends had dragged him all the way over to you, and had left him there telling you to “take care of this idiot while we check on the other guy.”
taking one look at denki, you quickly sit him down and ask, “what the hell happened to you? you look like someone beat the shit out of you.”
he cracks a smile, although it's forced, “you should've seen the other guy.”
“did you get dragged into a fight?” you take a tissue out of your bag and press it to the cut on his lip, trying to stop the bleeding.
“i kinda,” he looks away with a bashful expression. “i kinda started the fight.”
you visibly recoil, “you started a fight?”
“babe,” he whines, “don't be so rude!”
“i'm sorry,” you say even though you weren't sorry at all, “i'm just surprised. i mean, denki kaminari starting a fight instead of getting dragged into one is just, shocking.”
“it should be on the news,” he suggests weakly, brushing away your hand and leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“the dude i punched was talking shit about you, i couldn't just stand by and listen to him,” denki mumbles.
you don't reply for a few seconds but pull back and press your hands to his cheeks, “don't get into fights because of me, okay? let them trash talk me all they want, see if i give a fuck.”
“but i do,” he pouts.
“don't fight anyone though,” you state, taking another tissue to wipe away the blood that was still seeping through the cut. “now shut up, you're making your cut worse.”
Warnings: yandere themes, nightmares, denkis underrated power
Your skin tingled and twitched from the electrical currents continuously being sent through your body. It felt relieving and made you numb at the same time. Your brain was going into overdrive from the overstimulation of your nerves. You could faintly hear the muffled voices of your friends calling out to you. Their words couldn’t be made out and your vision was getting more and more blurry.
Before you had the chance to even sit up, you were pinned down by your shoulder. The hand holding you sent more electricity through you, causing your body to become static. It was beginning to make you breathless. Your whole body wanted to shut down but the so-called hero above you wouldn’t let sleep overcome you. Not before you saw and accepted what he was capable of.
You needed to see how strong he could be. How heroic he truly was. You did help him and encouraged him. It was only a matter of time before you realized he wanted more than your companionship and friendship. He wanted everything you had to give, and more.
“Don’t sleep now, Babe,” he smiled down at you as his grip on your shoulder became tighter.
“You shouldn’t be doing this, Denki,” you gasped out as he sent more currents through your skin.
“Why not? Everyone was trying to keep us apart, and you were letting them,” his eyes downcasted and the hurt in his voice was clear, even to your static-filled mind. “So, I needed to...be dramatic? Even if you didn’t want me to.”
Denki used his quirk one last time on you before straightening his body. His love-struck smile to his features before he turned back to the ones he used to call friends. This was for the best, he told himself before preparing for the fight he started and the fight he was going to end.
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“Denki, come on! It’s time to go!” you yelled for your roommate as you stood by the front door to your guys’ apartment. Today you two were going to meet up with your old classmates from 1A. Everyone decided to head to the beach.
You couldn’t remember the last time you went to the beach. Given your water-based quirk, it should practically be your home away from home. But Denki and hero work takes up almost all of your time.
“I’m comin’!” He rushed down the hallway to almost run into you with a sideways grin. “I’m ready~”
You chuckled before leading the way to your car. The two of you sang along with the blasting music while you made your way to the beach. You couldn’t help but feel like you’ve been through this day before but you decided to ignore it.
Once you two got there, almost everyone had already arrived. Denki went over to greet the Baku Squad and you went over to your friend group; Izuku, Iida, Ochako, Tsuyu, and Todoroki.
Todoroki was the first to come up and hug which surprised all of you but you hugged him back nonetheless. Then the others came to form a group hug causing you all to laugh.
Then the whole world began to fizz out like an old film getting jammed in the machine.
You woke up lying in the bed you shared with Denki. You let a shaky breath. Your dream felt so real, like you were truly back with your closest friends.
Looking around the room, everything seemed normal except for Denki not being in the room. Denki was never out of bed before you. Shaking your head you realized you were getting off topic. You needed to find out if you were just dreaming Denki fighting your friends and his.
You quietly sneak out of the room and down the hall. The first thing you noticed was the smell of something burning. You peak around the corner to see Denki panicking in front of the stove. Muttered curses could be heard as he pulled one of the many pans cluttering the stove and its burners to the sink. Smoke rose to the ceiling and Denki quickly waved his arms back and forth so the smoke detectors wouldn't wake you up.
You couldn’t help but laugh, giving away your hidden spot. Denki jumped and turned around to see you. “Babe! I didn’t hear you,” he grinned before hopping towards you.
You flinched and backed away. Shock was written all over Denki’s face before he realized why you did, “Was it the nightmare you were having? I woke up to you struggling to breath and when I woke you up you just stared at me before falling back asleep.”
So it was a dream…
“Come here, lemme smother the bad dreams away,” Denki embraced you tightly and you can feel the little sparks he lets off whenever he’s excited about something. Reminding you of the feeling of electricity running through your body.
Hello! I was thinking about BHNA and was wondering if you could angst/comfort where its character x platonic reader, and reader is having a terrible day so character comforts them! Have a good day + thanks!
Notes: aw this idea is so cute and I absolutely love it! I feel like I've been writing for the same BNHA characters lately so I decided to write for Denki this time since its been a while.
Warnings: n/a just fluff
Characters involved: Kaminari Denki
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
Studying to become a pro hero certainly wasn't as easy as everyone made it out to be.
Unlike other courses you had to worry about your mental and physical capabilities to succeed as a hero, while also somehow making the public like you in order to gain support.
At first it was easy to let your excitement of being able to pursue your dreams cloud your overshadow your thoughts, but with time you found yourself giving in to the stress and anxiety.
No matter what you did you just somehow weren't good enough, weren't strong enough. There was always another classmate or hero in training who had encountered overcome obstacles.
Izuku and the others wouldn't understand your struggles, to them, it wasn't a competition but a race you were all running at your own pace. Perhaps that was why you found yourself stationed outside Denki's dorm room in the middle of the night before you could think twice.
He was supposed to be awake. And he certainly wasn't supposed to pull open his room door seconds after your hesitant almost nonexistent knocks.
Yet there he was— Denki Kaminari in all his glory with a set of long black earphones dangling around his neck and a bright yellow Pikachu hoodie obscuring his golden hair.
"What's up, hun?"
You hadn't realised just how overstimulated you were until heard his voice.
The familiar sound of his playful little flirts was enough to have you step forward and collapse against him with your arms loosely wrapped around his waist before you could think twice.
Thankfully, Denki was insightful enough to hold you against him just as you were going to fall, his arms steadily wrapping around you even as he let out a surprised yelp.
"Hey- hey, are you okay? Were you hurt? What-"
His words made your frown deepen as you realised just how concerning the situation must have been, but Denki didn't let you pull away even as you tried to explain yourself.
He instead tugged you further into his room until you were seated on the edge of his bed right beside the switch he was no doubt playing with before you showed up.
"You're not hurt, right?"
You shook your head at his question, making Denki nod firmly before querying you further.
"And nothing bad happened either?"
Another shake of your head, but this time, Denki wasn't satisfied with your silence and turned you to face him.
"Then why are you crying?"
You hadn't even realised a series of fat tears had slipped down your cheeks until he spoke, but by then it was too late to stop yourself from outright sobbing.
But Denki didn't mind, if anything, he seemed more than happy to once again hold you in his embrace as his hand softly carded through your hair while you sniffled away.
"I- I'm just overwhelmed I guess."
He nodded against your head at the confession, but unlike everyone else, Denki didn't bother trying to give you life lessons or console you. He was just there for you, just like he had always been.
"That's okay, hun. Hey-"
He slowly tugged your face back to lock eyes as he continued.
"-I'm always going to be here for you, okay? No matter what."
Spending the night huddled up in Denki's room playing animal crossing and talking about the most random things certainly wasn't what you had in mind after a day of stressful realisations.
But being able to spend time doing stupid teenager things without worrying about the repercussions was exactly what you needed to realise maybe hero work wasn't so bad after all.
denki is someone you've always seen as such a flirt that you wouldn't even register that when he flirts with you its different. you'd pay no attention how he looks at you longer and his gaze lingers. you'd pay no attention that he using nicknames for you that he never calls anyone else. you don't realise how he hangs on to every word you say or that he always wants to sit close to you and hugs you. you brush off all of this because- "it's just denki being denki, right?"
Little Denks begging you for relief, for your help no longer toeing the line of friends and wanting so badly to be friends with benefits.
Nose pressed to your throat and you smell so fucking good with your perfume, biting gently at tender skin as he gasps when you pull the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Please baby please."
Ugh I just know Denks is the only one who can give butterflies when he says baby. It's like velvet on his tongue
