Denki Kaminari had accepted his fate a long, long time ago. He knew you weren’t interested in him, that was blatantly obvious from the way you’d turned him down on the playground when he was eleven and to the way you were now pressed up against Kirishima’s side. Tits pushing against his bicep as you whispered in his ear– a blush settling on your face as he whispered back.
The fairy lights that were strung from the fence twinkled in the darkness of the night, casting a yellowish hue on all its surroundings.
It had his heart clenching, for the last eleven years, the only thing Denki had ever wanted was you. His fist was tight on the red solo cup he was holding, squeezing the mysterious concoction of alcohol up to the top, teetering into the dangerous territory of spilling all over his shirt– the shirt he'd specifically chosen because he knew you liked it.
All he could do was watch. It’s all he ever did whenever you flirted with another guy, coming back waving your phone at him, celebrating your win of getting a man’s number, knowing they’d treat you like shit, though perhaps he was biased.
Maybe that’s what got him so worked up when you took a shine to Eijirou. Deep down, Denki knew the red haired man had everything he lacked and more. He had the body, the smile, the winning personality. And now– he had the girl. It irritated him beyond belief, he couldn’t even blame you for clearly falling head over heels in love with the dude.
He was perfect! Compared to Eijirou he looked like nothing.
Denki was snapped back to reality by a concerned tap on his shoulder, Jirou looking up at him with a look of confusion. “Dude, are you good?” She asked. “You looked spaced as hell. Do you need water or something?”
The yellow haired man turned his head to look at her, simultaneously manoeuvring his body away from yours. He couldn't bear to look at you any longer than he had, and he knew if he was facing even slightly in your direction his eyes would betray him. He nodded. “Yeah- fine.” He lied, shaking his head of his thoughts. “Anyway, you were saying about the class you’ve been teaching?”
Jirou cocked her head to the side, “Mmm, no… I’ve been tutoring Eri for her music class.” She corrected, raising a sculpted eyebrow. Denki kicked his feet against the grass under him. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked again. “Look- I’m gonna go get another drink and you some water.” She stated, brushing past Denki before he could argue. He spun, watching her leave.
Christ, he was so stupid. He couldn’t believe he was letting you, let alone Eijirou get under his skin so easily. Neither of you had even done anything! It was just… you know, the premise of seeing you with him that was ticking him off. Somehow it hurt more knowing he had no power over who you saw.
Whatever.
Denki stared off into space for a moment, looking up at the night sky as he thought about what the hell he was going to do. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. First, he had to establish whether or not Eijirou liked you.
Denki downed the last of his drink, scrunching the cup and shoving it into his pocket— sure it was uncomfortable but it was his best option right now. He moved, walking over to you and Eijirou. However, as soon as you saw Denki moving toward you, you excused yourself, scuttling away inside the house. He watched you go suspiciously, settling himself next to the red haired man who was grinning widely.
“What’s up man?” He asked, dapping Denki up. “You good? You look constipated.” Eijirou asked, cracking at Denki’s facade of nonchalantness.
“All good here, what’s up with you? I see you’re heading for Y/n.” Denki questioned, the slap of his palm against Eijirou’s echoed throughout the busy yard. “A birdy told me you like her.” Way to be subtle, idiot. He thought to himself, shoving his hand into his pocket.
Eijirou shook his head, taking a sip of his beer, the condensation dripping over his knuckles. “Nah. No clue who told you that man, ‘cus it ain’t true.” He responded, a tone of honesty covering his voice like a safety blanket. “Don’t you like her anyway? I’d never go after something that’s been yours for the last eleven years.”
Denki stared at him blankly, brain short circuiting. Yours. “What?” His mouth moved before his brain could catch up.
Eijirou did nothing but laugh at first. The sort of laugh that had all his teeth on show and his shoulders shaking. Instinctively, Denki looked around to see what was so funny. Was Eiji laughing at him? “Dude-” the red-head cackled, jabbing his finger into Denki’s chest. “You really are stupid.”
“Huh?” Denki scratched his head, looking down at the tanned finger poking back and forth at his sternum. “I don’t get it… She’s not mine. You know that, right?” He asked cautiously. Eijirou just chuckled again, dropping his hand back to his side.
“Dude, she’s obsessed with you! I can’t believe you’ve never noticed before.”
“You’re messing with me, surely? She goes off all the time to get other men’s numbers and then waves it in my face!” He hisses in reply. “And– and– she’s been rubbing up against you for months now. I thought she was in love with you.”
The boy next to him shook his head. “Nah, man. She’s been plotting on you. That’s why we’re gossiping so much.”
“Shit” Denki swore, looking back to the house hoping to even get a glimpse of you through one of the glass doors. “So if I like… I dunno, asked her out or something she’d say yes?” He asked, looking back at Eijirou.
The red-head nodded, a reassuring look on his face. “Go for it dude! Be manly. Get the girl before someone else does.”
Denki didn’t have to be told twice, he threw himself at Eijirou, almost knocking the poor boy over with the sheer weight at which he landed on him. Eijirou grunted, patting Denki’s back encouragingly. The yellow haired boy pulled back, hands on the others shoulders. “Thank you!” He beamed, running off toward the house as fast as his legs would take him.
It didn’t take long to find you leaning against the counter with a drink in hand, phone in the other. Denki moved as nonchalantly as he could, as to not accidentally sneak up on you. He weaved between people, sliding beside you, elbow resting on the cold, sticky counter. “Hi.” He stated, catching your attention instantly.
You looked up at him, dim flashing light reflecting on your face. “Hi.” You greeted back, shutting your phone off and placing it down on the counter. You angled your body to mirror his, eyes meeting electric yellow pools. “Can I help?”
Denki nodded, swallowing thickly as he looked for the right words. His gaze darted, glancing to the side at the swarm of people dancing. “Uhm. How about we go for a walk?” He proposed, looking back at you.
You appeared to consider it for a bit, maybe weighing up your options. “Can I bring my drink?” You asked, clumsily holding up your solo cup to his face. He pulled his head back, narrowly avoiding being smacked in the nose.
He sighed. “Sure.”
You nodded, straightening up and stretching with a grunt. Denki did the same, tilting his head to gesture that you should follow him. You did, tailing him through the lounge of people smoking and out into the hallway. You grabbed your jacket off the coatrack, sliding it on as Denki opened the front door for you.
The front of the house was relatively silent compared to the back. Sure, you could still hear music thumping but it wasn't as gaudy as the rest of the estate. Denki and you walked down the path side by side, stepping out onto the street.
“So…” You lead, wobbling a little on your feet as the two of you aimlessly strolled. The yellow haired boy scuffed his feet against the moss between the cracks of the paving, hands shoved deep in his jean pockets. You glanced at him in your peripherals, trying to decipher his emotions.
Denki didn’t reply at first. He’d gotten confirmation that you liked him, so why was he so worked up about this? It should be simple right, say he likes you and ask to go on a date. That was it. He took a deep breath, the smell of the night filling his nostrils. “I– I have something to tell you.” He started, turning a corner into the local park.
You eyed him up as he stopped, zipping your jacket up to protect from the cold evening chill. “Okay.” You nodded, looking at him expectantly. “Should I be worried? You’re kinda freaking me out, Denks. You’re never this quiet.”
The boy shook his head, looking down at the ground and avoiding your face. “No I just–” an owl hooted in the background as Denki paused. Your hand came out to brush his arm and it took everything in him not to lean into it. “I like you.” He blurted out.
Time seemed to slow as you pulled your hand away, cars drove past but the noise was hardly registered in Denki’s ears. Fuck, what if Eijirou was lying to him? What if you didn’t really like him and Eijirou only told him that so you two would stop being friends when he confessed? God how could he be so stupid… he didn’t even think about it before asking you. He just–
“I like you too.” Your voice came out strangled.
Denki looked up at you. For the first time that night he fully took in your features, your smile that seemed to pierce through him with how widely you were grinning. You looked like you’d been waiting for him to say something for years. He tilted his head at you.
“But– You… I don’t understand. How long?” he asked.
You cleared your throat. “Only around five years now… what don’t you understand, Denks?”
Denki felt the blush rising on his cheeks. “Five years? But– but you got other guys’ numbers and waved them around like trophies.” He tilted his head to the side. “Why would you… I– dude! I thought you were in love with Eijirou!” he exclaimed.
Giggling, you stepped closer. Denki felt his throat tighten. “I was just trying to get a reaction out of you, dummy. And, Eiji and I were plotting on you. I was going to ask you out tomorrow.” You hiccuped. “But clearly, it got through your thick skull that I liked you.”
Denki’s arms reached down, his hands edging toward your waist. “Can I?” He asked, you nodded, allowing him to splay his fingers over your hips. He stuttered, breath hitching as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Hi.” He mumbled sheepishly, feeling the heat of your body pressed against his.
“Hi Denki.” You replied back, giggling. “Is it safe to plan a date first… a proper one?” You questioned.
Denki’s lips pursed paper-thin. Nodding frantically. “I can erm, make a reservation at that restaurant you like… if you want.” You grinned, nodding back with hummed agreement. The two of you stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes. Denki sniffed, breathing in your scent.
He swore under his breath. You were intoxicating, clouding his mind of all proper judgement as he leaned down to kiss you. You accepted his lips– deep, slow and passionate as he moved against your own. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. You stared into honey orbs, tightening your grip against his waist.
It was cliche, but the two of you really did slot together like you were made for each other– like the princess and her lover from a romance book you’d read when you were younger. Denki smiled at you, absolutely drunk on you… and whatever he’d consumed earlier that night as well, probably.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for years.” He mumbled, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. You shushed him, giggling as you pressed your lips to his cheek, muttering something about him being stupid. But still, he completely melted into it.
Maybe it really was worth the eleven year wait…
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Imagine your Denki’s roommate and some weeks ago you got your nipples pierced, they’re fully healed, but so so so sensitive. When you tell Denki about it he immediately says he can massage them. You’re sitting next to each other on the couch, and he pulls your tank top down to your stomach. He pours lubes all over your chest and tells you to stand up so he can see it drip down. Then he janks you into his lap and start massaging them, careful not to your touch nipples yet. When he finally does you start squirming in his lap and now he’s rock hard and poor Denki cum’s in his pants :( Later you give him a boob job as an apology 🤤
lunarrite is typing…: nsfw denki kaminari kink headcannons!
lunarrite is typing…: warnings!; 18+, mdni!
lunarrite is typing…: i’m back from a several month long unplanned hiatus with a blog refresh and some pathetic denki headcannons…? this is shit but at least its something!
⭑.ᐟ PRAISE!; denki gets off on hearing you tell him he's doing good for you, or being good for you. despite his knack for rage baiting you (he finds being a brat sooo damn funny!), denki is actually rather... obedient. he's happy to follow along with your commands most times, stopping whatever he's doing to complete the task you've given him. it was a bit of a shock to your mutual friends at first, watching someone otherwise so laid back spring into action at the sound of your voice; jumping up from the couch with zero hesitation when you call to him to fill up your reusable water bottle, or dropping down onto one knee to tie your shoe for you. you'd think he'd be a embarrassed, and maybe he is a tiny bit... the slight tinge of pink lining the tips of his ears anytime sero or mina dog on him for being so whipped giving him away. but he'll never be embarrassed enough to stop; not even when all his friends are teasing him for leaving their game night early to come home to you, that "good boy" message on his phone from you just feels too good to care!
⭑.ᐟ DEGREDATION!; on the opposite side of the very same coin, denki also just can't help but push your buttons in hopes of getting you to snap on him... honest! most times he doesn't even mean to get you as worked up as he does, but you're just sooo easy to rage bait! he lowkey really likes it when you get bossy and a lil mean with him, your sharp remarks go right through his ears and straight to his dick, lol! he loves a quick witted quip in response to his prolonged teasing/ testing of your nerves, coupled with a low lidded glare to further emphasize how annoyed you are... it drives him crazy!
⭑.ᐟ ROUGHHOUSING / CONSENSUAL AGGRESSION!; again... denki likes his girl bossy n mean... he's pathetic honestly! if you thought your sharp tongue got him going, the act of you gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to your eye level when you're putting him in his place is enough to have him creaming in his pants, no lie. he's looking at you with an impish smile and hearts in his eyes, nodding stupidly in your grip as you grill into him, hardly hanging onto anything you're saying. he loves it when you get rough with him, so much so that its extremely rare you'll ever find him fighting to get out of your grasp. realistically, he probably could pull himself out of your grip, yank his wrists out of your hold, but he never does. instead, he's whining under his breath and writhing pathetically anytime you tighten his grip on him, wherever that grip may be; looping a finger through the belt loop of his jeans or around his necklace and tugging his body closer to yours, or gripping him tightly at the collar of his shirt or the roots of his hair. he's melting!
⭑.ᐟ MOMMY!; sorry... but i'm not sorry! I am such a denki w a mommy kink truther its not even funny... i really do believe it started off as a joke, something he was calling you playfully instead of more seriously, but the longer he kept the joke going i guess the less and less funny it became for him, LOLOL! before either of you really realize, he's calling you mommy more casually and less as the punchline of a joke or in an attempt to lighten the mood. but it isn't until you refer to yourself as mommy that it really seals the deal for him. you were being playful in a way he usually is, giggling and crinkling your nose at him when you say "you're such a good boy for mommy, denki", but the smile is virtually wiped off of his face the second those words leave your lips... replaced by something much more... desperate. like, nothing is funny to him anymore in this moment and he's practically begging you to say it again LOL!
⭑.ᐟ ORAL FIXATION!; poor denki's got one bad ;( always with his vape or begging to hit someone else's... always chewing on gum or sucking on a lollipop... always chewing on a pen cap or biting on his nails... always sucking on your lips or tongue when he kisses you! he can't help it, he needs something to keep his mouth distracted... so nothing makes him happier than when you offer up your fingers, or even better, a boob for him to occupy his mouth with!
lunarrite is typing...; probably maybe definitely will make a part two to this because i have so many thots abt denki these days...
it was almost impossible to contain, with the way you were squeezing him so tight, holding onto his cock like it was the only thing that could keep you breathing. each throb of your cunt made the knot in his stomach tighten, blunt finger nails digging into your hips. the only thought running through his head was already?
description : the mha boys and pre-ejaculation x fem reader
「TOYA 'DABI' TODOROKI」
⤷ the league had hit an all time low: money was scare, meals were far and few between, the roof over their heads was slowly crumbling away. morale had dropped, shigaraki's absence was becoming more and more noticeable.
toga's persistent whining was starting to wear dabi down, each word acting like sandpaper against his delicate skin. dabi hadn't had a single ounce of peace and quiet for the past week each day was filled with orders, commands, requests, and any other variation of the word task.
he was a dog, doing things he didn't want to purely to ensure the smooth exposure of his dad - endeavor. each day went by extremely slow like nails dragging down a chalkboard, pulling each little nerve inside of dabi's already burnt down body, ensuring that he suffered - like he hadn't already suffered enough.
darkness swarms over the warehouse, filling each corner until it's almost impossible to see. hiding each and every secret that dabi kept from the outside world: his family, his hobbies, you.
his precious girlfriend, locked away behind a fake door, living in the shadows because her boyfriend couldn't contain his emotions, or the fact that her boyfriend was one of the most sought after villains in japan.
your life was spent in the shadows, the darkness that you had always been scared of as a kid was now something you found solitude in; the darkness was the only thing you had to keep you company now that you were with dabi.
the door handle to your hidden room rattles, your eyes widening, feet stilling on the ground. the pot of instant ramen in your hands almost tumbles to the ground before you gain your composure.
think, hide, wait.
dabi's instructions swam through your head like a school of scared fish, each word weaving itself into your thoughts before you took action - tucking yourself under the chair. it's not until the second attempt of the person trying to get in you hear the annoyed grunt, then a loud bang following it. "open the fucking door baby, it's jus' me,"
relief washes over you in thick waves, your body acting before you had time to think - like a hero - your hand grasping the handle. the door swings open, dabi's iconic grin meeting you before it fades into an annoyed sulk.
"why didn't you answer the first time baby?" his burnt hand cups your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. you swallow your spit, blinking up at your boyfriend innocently.
"just got-got a bit scared," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, an anxious habit you could never pull yourself out of. dabi just scoffs, leaning down to capture your lips in a much needed, desperate kiss.
his hands grip your waist tight, nails digging into your soft flesh as he picks you up as if you weighed nothing. your legs wrap around his waist, jaw going slack to let his tongue explore each and every inch of your mouth. submitting to him. letting him own you.
you mewl, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and tugging it lightly, "missed you so much, been days," your words get swallowed by his hungry mouth, his hands sliding into the backs of your shorts to feel your bare ass cheeks - no underwear, just how he liked it.
"shut up, just let me fuck you," dabi kisses down your neck hastily, like time was attempting to escape the two of you. he lays you down on your bed, his mouth attached to yours as he slips out of his pants and underwear.
"off," he lights his finger tips, melting through the fabric of your baby tee and chucking the remains across the room, "shouldn't even be wearing clothes, should jus' be walking around naked. at all times, my bitch," he spanks your tits, catching your nipple on one of the many pieces of metal keeping his skin together.
his pierced dick rubs against your already soaked cunt, your shorts had been tugged off whilst he was burning through your shirt. you sniffle, "i-im sorry, it wont happen- nghh!" you're cut off by dabi slamming into you at full force, sliding his entire length into you in one go.
you scream, heels digging into his back as he sets up a rough pace from the start, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "da-dabi," you huff, drool pooling on the tip of your tongue. your cunt flutters around him, clenching down tight as an attempt to stifle his pace.
however, it forces a loud grunt out of your boyfriend, his hips still before he's haphazardly pulling out of you and cumming all over your stomach. "f-fuck princess, do-don't do that!" he growls, a weak dribble of cum running down the underside of his cock.
you giggle, "cumming so fast? leaving me unsatisfied," you pout, looking down at his now softening cock. "maybe shiggy could help me?" you wiggle your eyebrows before a loud smack rings out through the room you called home.
dabi's hand print leaves a dark red indent on your cheek within the first 2 seconds of him slapping you. his hands soon work fast to have you flipped over, his cock back buried deep in your cunt.
"i told you to shut up," dabi forces your face into the sheets, "don't mention that bastard around me, you know this dick is better than anyone else's," dabi lets go of your waist, leaning back as he fucked into you so fast his skin was sparking.
"be a good girl and take whatever daddy gives you."
「SHOTO TODOROKI」
⤷ shoto had been working far too hard even as a hero, he was working as if he was some machine that needed to earn its space in the world. his hands had been flying across the keyboard for hours now, the office was empty - every worker had left whilst shoto worked overtime on his paper work again.
calloused fingers pressed gently into the key caps in fear of causing them any damage - shoto had always been far too nice. too nice for anyone on this planet. his phone laid untouched next to him on the desk, screen down to avoid distraction.
he knew his wife, you, would be calling - calling to demand where abouts he was, why he was still doing this, to come back because you missed him. but you had to understand that the people who lost their family members also missed them, and thats why he had to fill the paper work out as soon as possible. to give people closure.
it wasn't that shoto was ignoring you, he could hear the vibrations coming from his phone, he could feel them shaking the desk ever so slightly he just, couldn't answer it. he knew what he had to do, he had to do this paper work before it was too late. even if it made you sad.
however he could only ignore the calls and texts for so long, you were his wife after all. it was a sad but long needed break, shoto's thumbs looking at the screen of all your missed calls and texts.
answer your phone hello?
do you even care about me?
fuck you shoto
fuck i wish i could fuck you.
answer me NOW.
fine
you wanna ignore my texts? i
ll js come to the office.
shoto's heart skipped a beat at thought of you being in the office, seeing him so unkempt and tired. he stands up on numb legs, making his way to the main door of the his closed off room to head to the bathroom, to try and freshen up. to look like the man you had fallen in love with rather than a damned ghost.
the door to his office flies open to show you, dressed in his clothes, eyes adorn with heavy bags from the lack of sleep - up late worrying about your husband; you spent far too much time worrying about him.
"sweetheart-" shoto's arms immediately open to accompany your tired body, holding your head close to his chest as he gently swayed the two of you to an invisible song. "you should have stayed home," his words are muffled by your hair, hands squeezing your waist gently.
"and you should have came home," you stifle a sob as you rub your cheek against his muscular chest through his button up shirt. shoto smiles, thumbs tracing soft circles on your hips as he feels the sheer force of the love radiating off fo you.
"you work too much, miss you so much," you sigh, pulling back from his chest to look him in the eye - dark purple bags contrasting the scarred tissue. your hands squeeze his shoulders, tension oozing out of his over worked muscles. "need to relax."
shoto chuckles, "if i had the time, i would darling, you know that," he cups your jaw in both his warm hands, hearts forming in his eyes from just how much he loved you. how much he needed you in his life.
"let me help you," your lips brush against his jaw, a thin layer of your spit sticking to his skin, "let me help you relax baby," you move your hands down his body, feeling each curve, each muscle he had spent years perfecting.
shoto tugs his bottom lip between his teeth in an anxious frown, the office was empty sure, but it was still a public place. however he knew better than to disagree with his wife; a happy wife meant a happy life, and that was something shoto lived by.
your soft lips left a trail of kisses down his neck until you reached the first button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. your mouth parts ever so slightly at the sight of your shirtless husband, it had been days if not weeks since you had seen him naked in all his glory.
you sink down to your knees, palms sliding over his thighs before hastily undo the fly and button to expose his tented boxers. shoto's breath hitches in his throat, eyes widening at the sight of his wife doing something so crude - he couldn't deny the fact it was making his cock twitch.
"i missed your dick," the words fall out of your mouth before you can even think, desperate hands pull his boxers down and you can't help but moan at the sight of his long, thick dick. you mewl, greedily attaching your lips to the tip and giving a firm suck.
shoto gasps, one hand tangling in your hair whilst the other reached out to stable himself on the door way. "b-baby slow down," he grunts, balls twitching in your palm, "fuck!" his hot cum is filling your mouth in seconds. theres so much of it that it's spewing out the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chin.
"baby girl i'm-i'm so sorry," he leans down to open your mouth so you could spit his cum into his hands but you open your mouth to show it completely empty - you even lick your lips.
"you came so fast," a pout tugs on your lips, "but that's okay. round two when we get home?" you blink at him innocently, and shoto knows that it'll happen whether he likes it or not. he could never say no to his baby.
「EIJIRO KIRISHIMA」
⤷ kirishima's body is sore, covered in bruises of all different shapes and sizes from the combat he had been involved with in attempts to save the city against villains. red riot was slowly becoming more and more worn down until it was a demand that he be sent home, laid off his own damned job because he was too broken.
memories of the fights replay in his head, the faces of the people he couldn't save haunted him as if he were the only person to blame for their deaths. each and every blow to his body he could relive as if he were right there again, for the 3rd, 4th or even 5th time.
kirishima's body lays restless in your shared bed, limbs tangled in blankets whilst your shirt you slept in last night is bunched up by his face. wind blows past the window in rapid bursts, rattling the foundations of your apartment.
"just-just follow me, i promise i'll save you," sleepy mutters fill your shared bedroom, kiri's hands tightening their grip on your bare waist. sleeping with clothes on was something that neither of you felt comfortable in, the clothes created a wall between you - preventing you from being close and interment. skin ship had always been extremely important in your relationship, whether it be kiri's hands wondering down the back of your pants in public or you touching the hard expanse of his abs under the duvet.
"please, i need to save you,"
kirishima's fingers dig into your stomach as he pulls you onto his chest - dreaming that you were a civilian in need of help. reliving one of those awful rescue missions for the tenth time. "baby," you shuffle on top of him until your thighs are on either side of his, your hands cupping his face.
"baby wake up," you yawn, tracing the small bruises along his jawline. "its a dream, nothings happening. 'm right here," you gently tap his face until he jolts awake with a gasp - red eyes full of fear as he looks around the room.
"oh fuck," tears well in his eyes at the memories that were flooding his head in violent bursts. kirishima hide his face in your palms, embarrassment emitting from his tired body in small waves, "so not manly."
"it's okay baby, shh," you press a soft kiss to his nose, "crying is so manly," a soft chuckle escapes your lips before you capture his in a love filled kiss. your lips slowly move against his, hands finding their way to his shoulders whilst kiri grabs at your ass like a desperate puppy. his tongue slides along your bottom lip before lapping up the minty taste of your toothpaste.
"let me help you relax, you've been so tense lately honey," you slowly kiss down your boyfriend's neck, his hardened skin rough against your plush lips. "soften up my handsome prince, let me take of you," your words hit the soft spot of kiri's heart as he immediately relaxes into your hands, letting you feel up and down his abs and dip into the waistband of his boxers.
"i love you so much," kiri nuzzles into your neck, his red hair tickles the underside of your chin as he leaves some sloppy kisses to your sweet spot. you mewl, grinding your wet cunt against his thigh.
"hurry, need to feel you inside," kirishima chuckles at your impatience but he complies, lifting his hips enough to slip out of his boxers whilst sliding your panties off your hips at the same time.
his thick, blunt rip rubs against your soaked pussy in a teasing manor before he pushes in, forcing you to take his entire length at once. you sniffle, sharp acrylic nails digging into his shoulders as you sit down on his entire cock. your cunt spasms, clenching tightly around kiri and he's so pent up that he can't hold back; hot ropes of sticky cum start to fill your womb before you even had the chance to start riding him.
your eyes widen, "th-that was fast," a giggle threatens to slip past your lips but you hold it back as kiri's eyebrows furrow in annoyance.
"that-that was an accident i swear!" his red eyes fill with annoyance and shame before he's pinning you to the sheets. his body turns solid, rock hard like a damn wall as he situates himself between your thighs. he bends your legs up until you're tucked neatly into the mating press.
"let me help you relax."
「DENKI KAMINARI」
⤷denki had been on 3 missions back to back for the past week, his entire life (you) had been flipped upside down purely because he had to work. even with all the protesting (one email) he still had to go, though he didn't go with out a damn fight.
a fight with no clothes, obviously.
denki had been following you around the shared apartment all day, pawing at his cock like a dog in heat. his eyes hadn't been dry either, damp with tears of desperation as he attempted to win you over. to let him fuck you into the sheets, or on the floor, he didn't care where.
“i can’t help it baby, i need you so bad!” denki sobs into your neck as he forces your body over the counter. your skimpy house clothes had been ripped off your body the second he made it through the door, pawing at his cock and demanding relief.
“please? i’ve been a good boy. i did everything you asked,” denki sniffles, damp eyelashes fluttering as he grabs a fistful of your hair so you’re forced to look at him. "cleaned up, packed my bags," he rubs his face in your neck in a pathetic attempt to win you over.
“mommy ‘m need your pussy so bad,” his hard cock presses into your ass. "need to feel you around me before i go, miss you already," his fingers tingle with electricity.
“i’m cleaning. later,” you huff, trying to free yourself of the tight position you had been put in, “go jerk off. you have hands,” denki liked earning his place, especially if it meant you’d give him the praise he was dying for even if he had to withstand you being a bit mean.
“b-but,” his words a wet mixture of sobs and sniffles before he’s yanking his trousers and boxers down. “can’t wait. can’t. need you. need you so bad mommy,” his blunt tip rubs against your semi wet cunt, collecting your arousal and spreading it around.
a sigh escape your lips before you’re gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white. denki slams into you with one harsh, quick thrust. “denki i swear to fucking god. pull out now," you grit your teeth in annoyance and in his defence, denki does pull out (and then slams right back in).
"n-no!" his cock twitches inside of you, his blonde hair sticking up in all directions as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm his quirk gets slightly out of control.
it takes a total of 4 deep thrusts into your cunt before he's filling you up with his hot cum, hips stuttering as he sobs into your neck. "t-thank you mommy, thank you. thank you," babbles fill the air between you whilst you huff and push him off.
"really denks? couldn't even let me finish, pathetic," your nose scrunches in faux disgust as you turn back to look at him. denki's eyes well with a fresh wave of tears before he's pulling out and sinking to his knees.
"ill fix it, ill make sure you cum mommy."
「IZUKU MIRDORIYA」
⤷a class full of bratty children is the last thing izuku wants to deal with after an argument with his beloved wife. an argument which could have easily been avoided if he would have just came home earlier rather than staying behind grading test papers.
each kid seems to have it out for him, correcting him when he attempts to help another student with their english, or help someone over come a hurdle when using their quirk - it seems like almost everyone had it out for him.
his lunch box is half empty since his beautiful wife hadn't packed it for him like you usually did, instead he had to do it himself. chucking in what ever random shit he found in the pantry into his box and calling it a lunch. the taste of dry ritz crackers mixed with yogurt covered strawberry bites only added fuel to the fire of sadness burning in his stomach.
your husband's bulge fills out your phone screen as he palms himself gently, the sound of his hushed whimpers filling your shared bedroom. "please forgive me princess," izuku's voice is slightly hire pitched as he slips his hand into his waistband to pull his cock out of his underwear.
you moan, angling the camera down so he could see your wet cunt so he could see what he was doing to you. "f-fuck baby, so pretty. touch her for me. tell her i'm sorry for neglecting her," izuku strokes his cock 5 full times before he's emptying his load all over his pristine white shirt.
you let out a mixture of a moan and a giggle at seeing your husband come so ridiculously fast like he was some horny teenager that had never experienced anything other than his hand.
"s-see baby? i miss you so much, please let me sleep in the bed with you tonight." you roll your eyes as you watch him continue to stroke himself through his orgasm, tongue lolling out of his mouth like a tired puppy.
"just hurry up and come home."
「KATSUKI BAKUGO」
⤷ bakugo's intense personality was one of the main reasons you fell in love with him, the way he viewed everything as a competition meant that he was constantly striving to become a better boyfriend towards you. well, that's what you thought anyway.
bakugo's hands are dripping in blood from the bar fight he had gotten himself involved with during his time off. his time that he was meant to spend relaxing; time he was meant to spend looking after himself rather than the city. but bakugo was a hero he couldn't just let things blow under the radar purely because he was meant to be having some time off.
adrenaline thuds through his veins like his hand is to his heart exploding it over and over again. blood spews from his broke nose as he stumbles through the dimly lit streets of japan before he finds himself at the door of your shard apartment.
he raises his hand, ready to know, but he hesitates. bakugo. the katsuki bakugo hesitates. the right side of his bottom lip is completely busted, bruised and swollen from the criminals fake gold ring catching on it - if bakugo really focuses, he can taste the cheap metal on his tongue. before he even has the chance to do so the door is flying open, your grumpy stature filling his eyeline - when the hell did he knock?
bakugo's fist is still frozen in the air, wide crimson eyes staring into yours as he tries to find an excuse good enough for his blooded face. the rapid thump of his heartbeat makes it hard to think, the words coming out of your mouth are a muffled slur behind the rapid thoughts swarming his brain.
"shut up before you piss me off even more," his harsh tone strikes a sensitive chord within your heart because before you know it, your lips are on his. your tongue runs against his bottom lip, feeling the sore wound before you sink your teeth into it.
"what the fuck?" bakugo pushes you off with his lips turned back into a snarl, "why did you fucking bite me bitch!"
"i'm still mad at you even though you look hot as fuck being beaten up/ i hope the other guy won," you spit the words through gritted teeth, hands clenched into fists of pure anger. how could your boyfriend be so clueless!
"don't you dare say such bullshit, take your clothes off," bakugo pushes you into the wall of the hallway to your apartment.
"what?-" "you heard me bitch, take your fucking clothes off, don't piss me off even more, or is that the only thing you're able to do?" his palm is hot against your chest, the tip of his finger pressing into the area between your boobs.
you narrow your eyes yet you still comply with him. you still do exactly what he tells you to, slowly slipping out of your sleep shorts and tank top. soon, a pile of clothes is forming on top of the shoes in the entry way, your fluffy socks being the final edition - like a candle on a cake.
"good girl," bakugo kisses down the side of your neck, "you can be a good bitch when you want to, hm?" his bruised fingers trace along your sides causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. you huff, turning your head to the side as he pinches at your nipples.
"shut up," you mumble, cheek pressed into the cold wall as he circled your clit just enough times to make sure your cunt was completely relaxed. the sound of his sweatpants thudding against the cold wood flooring, along with his shirt make your back arch in anticipation, your cunt throbbing in time with your rapid heart.
"take it like a good bitch and daddy might even reward you," bakugo snarls into your neck as he slams into you with one single thrust. you scream into the wall, waking up every single person in the damn complex. bakugo smirks, wrapping his hand around your face and sliding two fingers inside of your mouth. "hush baby, gonna wake the whole street,"
your pussy clenches down hard on him, and he grunts, fingers twitching inside of your mouth, hips stilling inside of you as the familiar sensation of your boyfriend filling you up with cum hits you. you bite down on his fingers, making him yelp, "did you just fucking cum in under 30 seconds?"
you wiggle your way out from underneath your boyfriend, slipping yourself around so your chest is pressed against his. "is that my reward? a bit of sloppy sex in the doorway? fuck off, you're so annoying. get out of my face before YOU piss ME off," you shove his chest and he growls, pressing you back against the wall once again.
"calm down baby girl," he guides your jaw upwards with two of his fingers until you're looking into his eyes. "let daddy make it up to you."
You were laying down, mindlessly scrolling when you got the notification:
Denki: Missing you extra rnnnnnnnn!!! 😢🖤🖤
It’s 2 AM, why is he awake (you’re not surprised). You ignore it for a few minutes before finally opening the message, a screenshot of a tweet, which is a screenshot of messages, two eggs next too each other, looking like breasts, one of Denki’s favorite parts of you— potentially his favorite. He needs to be in bed not all horny. So like a good girlfriend, you scold him and make him go to sleep.
Y/n: Denki. Go to bed 😑
Denki: WHAT
Denki: WHY
Denki: BABY DID I MAKE YOU MAD??
Y/n: Not YET
Denki: Okkkkk I’ll go to bed :<
Y/n: Thank you sweet boy 🖤
Denki: I LOOOOOOOOOOVE you!!
Denki: GOODNIGHT BABYYYYYYY
Y/n: love you too baby. Gn 🖤
God, he’s so dumb. But you love him (unfortunately).
╰ ⓘ And the most inseffurable e-dater duo goes to ! ⸺
Imagine e-dater Denki . . .
E-dating Denki would be one of the best and worst expetiences ever—worst because Denki's friendgroup hated seeing you two online because the only thing the two of you would ever do is spam red hearts in the chat.
Targetting and teaming is annoying yes—but you two were already the description of irritating so what's the deal? Each round, the first one to die would always be Great explosion...murder something—one of your pika's friend who always keeps complaining about you two.
Completely ignoring his curses as you gave his sheriff gun to Pika—then having a petty 1v1 while everyone was dead—both of you being max level because of you guys shenanigans.
It didn't stop there, because you guys would also match outfits—basic—team in jujutsu shenanigans and since you guys decided roblox wasn't enough, you'd also play minecraft. A little house just for the two of you in your server.
He'd find ways to spend money on you, giving you nitro, sending you robux or vbux. It was nothing for him—he only had to work overtime and ask his friends for plus—it was worth it when you would tell him that you loved him and spammed hearts in your discord chat.
Don't mind his heavy breathing during video calls, he's just appreciating you ♡
Though, you,can't help but think that It would be funny if he knew that you were katsuki's little sister. Really hilarious.
- denki LOVES pda. whether that be holding your hand or placing small kisses on your cheek.
“psh, get a room you two!” denki mumbles at a random couple. “Denki… you are quite literally wrapped around me.” you say. “well, its only okay when i do it!”
- he loves to post you on his instagram story
- after a date, he will post cute candid pictures of you with lots of stupid stickers on it
- speaking of dates, he makes everything a date.
- you need to go pick up something from the store? grocery date. you have a doctors appointment? hell yeah, doctors office date!!
- this boy is not nonchalant. he is head over heels for you and it shows
- before you started dating, it was obvious he had a crush on you. he would constantly text you and bombard you with stupid pictures… not like you were complaining.
- he printed out his favorite picture of you and put it in the back of his phonecase
- he most definitely decorated it like a kpop photocard
