another eviction notice.

this is getting ridiculous.

and no, denki is never going to take accountability for it, or admit he's at fault. he just keeps finding shitty neighbors that can't mind their damn business, is all! he doesn't have that kind of money yet, but when he does, he’s so getting himself a penthouse. no one will have shit to say to him then.

he’s just listening to his fans, really! all those thirsty men and women alike that are subscribed to his onlyfans, they love it when he gets noisy in his videos, it’s literally his brand.

because, c’mon, who doesn’t like a pretty boy that becomes a whimpering, messy thing when he plays with his dick on camera? flushed cock nestled in a cute little clear toy, for everybody to gaze in awe at when he fills it up with his cum and starts crying, because it feels so good?

seriously, being denki kaminari’s neighbor is a blessing, not a nuisance. however, he has to deal with the fact that this is the fourth apartment he moves into since starting his little amateur career. at this rate, he’s going to make a tour of the whole damn city— that is, if realtors haven’t already started to warn each other about him. that would’ve been bad.

last week he informed his regular audience that he was going into some sort of hiatus for finals week, which is true, but he also wanted to wait a bit before filming a movie in his new place. this time, he has another factor playing into his fear to be evicted— you.

pretty— no, smoking hot you, who, of course, happen to be his downstairs neighbor. because denki kaminari has the worst fucking luck in the world.

so he gets creative. he still supplies content, but it’s shorter videos, and he’s not even at home in most of them. in his mind, getting arrested for public indecency because he jacked off inside a bathroom stall in his uni library isn’t nearly as bad as getting evicted.

but in none of them he ever gets off properly, doesn’t give his body the chance to react the way it craves to. he’s bound to break.

and boy, does he break.

the night he finally films, it’s impossible for him to hold back. phone perched on the tripod, recording every single moment of denki coming undone with no restraints, cumming inside his toy over and over again until he almost passes out.

he only had enough energy to stop the video on his phone, then crashed immediately after, not even bothering to turn off his ring light or change his sheets.

the next few days are lived in a constant state of paranoia, fearing the sight of a paper slip on his front door or his mailbox, ducking behind corners whenever one of his neighbors would pass by. his peace was short-lived, though.

“hey, kaminari, right?”

denki freezes as he skims through his daily mail, idling in the lobby instead of taking everything up to his apartment like he should’ve done. fucking idiot, he mentally scolds himself.

because you’re standing right behind him, expecting eyes trained on yours when he turns around to face you. “y-yeah…uh, yeah. that’s me,” he croaks out pathetically, panic simmering low in his belly.

“then i was right, i did hear you the other night,” you state flatly, and with the unreadable face you’re sporting, you’re not helping denki’s incoming mental breakdown. but then, you speak up again.

“it sounded like you were having fun,” you shrug. “good for you. i might’ve listened in a bit but, hey, you were making it kinda hard not to.”

he just stares at you, absolutely dumbfounded, jaw unhinged while his brain blanks. “y-you…you’re not mad?” he forces the words out of his mouth, realizing he had to say something.

“huh? why would i be mad?” you tilt your head to the side. “i’m a downstairs neighbor, i know the risks. plus, you’re not exactly an inconvenience.”

denki must be dreaming, he must be, because there’s no fucking way you’re…flirting with him?

yet, it’s so clear— the way you keep checking him out, like you’re already picturing every way you can slut him out in order to make him recreate those very same sounds you, yes, did touch yourself to the other night.

so, of course, he can’t let this opportunity slip.

“so…how do you feel about cameras?”

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“oh…oh shit…fuck, b-baby please! p-please, just like that…”

denki is positively losing his mind. you’re on your knees, arms pushing your pretty tits together as your head bobs to and fro, to and fro, making drool bubbles around the base of his cock. your eyes never leave his face, glinting with something evil, chest puffing with pride every time you can make him sound even more miserable.

you take allll of him in your mouth, until his balls are pressed against your chin, nose shoved into his pelvis. you’re also very much aware of the phone pointed towards the two of you, but you don’t mind. if anything, it’s enough incentive to put on a little show.

when you pull back, it’s with a loud pwah!, a mix of spit and pre coating the lower half of your face, strings of saliva still connecting your lolling tongue to the red tip of denki’s cock as you wrap your hand around it. you keep your mouth open, smearing the mess all over your lips until they’re glossy and shiny, slapping the head on your cheek, your tongue, your tits.

“ngh— b-baby, stop - hah - stop teasing,” he whines helplessly, wishing to reach out and touch you, but he obediently keeps his hands behind his back, still tied up with your thong (a little keepsake for him for later).

“mhh?” you big your eyes at him, faux innocence etched over your features. “are you close, denks? you wanna cum?”

“yes!” he pants out, chest heaving. “p-please, i’ll be good! i-i’ll be so fucking good, baby, please.”

god, your pussy is so wet.

“i’ll make you cum,” you say slowly. “then i want to sit on your cute little face, how does that sound? keeping your mouth busy so you don’t risk getting kicked out of here too?”

and you don’t give him the chance to answer, stuffing your throat with his cock again and making him keen, hips bucking forward involuntarily until he hears your faint gagging. that’s his breaking point. he completely loses control, balls tightening as he fills your mouth with a hefty load of cum, which you swallow down like a champ, and make sure to milk him through it until he’s a weak, twitchy little thing.

when you finally pull away, he’s still trying to come back to earth. he’s so, so cute. blonde hair sticking to his forehead, whole face flushed and damp, lips still plump and kiss-bitten from your little makeout session before he started filming.

“hey, still with me, denks?” you check in, placing your hands on his thigs and rubbing soothing circles on his skin with your thumbs. his nod is barely a twitch of the head, and you can’t see it, but he’s trying his best to give you a thumbs up behind his back.

“godd,” you smile. “gonna give you a few more minutes to come back to me, ‘kay? but—” you turn to his phone, “—i want you to turn that off when you fuck me later.”

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“dragging me alone into the bathroom? gotta say, pips, that's scandalous.”

“do you ever shut up?”

he would say no, but his eyes are trying very hard to focus on anything other than his sister unzipping her denim miniskirt and shimmying it down as she sits on the toilet. caleb knows something inside of him will inevitably snap.

the bathroom is outdated, maximalist wallpaper poorly applied and an orange hue to the vanity bulbs buzzing in the static air around them. the blue ceramic claw tub is certainly a sight to behold— well, not as much as the one in front of him.

“little help here?”

he straightens, militant reflex kicking in to be of service to her. she spreads her legs wider and wider until the folds of her pussy are on display, a small cotton string protruding from the center.

“told ya it was gonna start today.” he smirks up at her as he crouches down, a sparkle in his eye making something in her stomach curl.

not being able to help himself, he presses a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before thumbing at her labia. she grips his bulky shoulders as if to steady herself for the procedure. long fingers begin to pull gently at the tampon, struggling when she clamps down.

“gotta relax, baby.”

a shaky ‘sorry’ whispers from above him. another tug gets the thing to come out in one fell swoop, resting wetly against his fingers. it’s a dark crimson. the flow isn't too heavy yet; he can tell just by how the string itself isn’t soiled. wrapping up the inspection, he lets the used product fall into the water below her.

no matter how many times he does this, she still blushes at the act of it all. even more so when he spreads her cunt impossibly wide, commanding her to let go. she does, obedient as always for her gege.

the stream splashes into the bowl, steady enough for him to assume she’s been needing to go for a while now. he would scold her for holding it in, but he can’t bring himself to do it when his erection strains so brutally against the front of his jeans. he’d find a way to get inside of her after the party. no question.

“good girl.” he coaxes, thumb grazing her clit playfully. squirming with surprise, droplets of urine spatter onto the seat.

“ca— leb!”

he huffs out a chuckle as he gathers toilet tissue to wipe her with. front to back, then using a feminine wipe he kept handy. makes sure to remove any prior staining or dried blood. he can still feel the softness of the jojoba oil he applied to the dark curls that adorn her mons pubis and it makes his cock twitch.

inside. he needed to be inside someway, somehow.

reaching into his pocket, he digs out a new tampon for her. before he can hand it to her, small fingers wrap like a death grip around his wrist. he gives an expectant look with a cocked eyebrow. patiently waiting for the words he already knows she’ll say.

“… i want you to do it.”

by the grace of god, he spares her the theatrics of laughing at her apparent desperation. caleb preps the applicator with practice, lining it up to her entrance, then pushing upward to insert. the stretch of dry cotton paired with an abdominal cramp makes her wince. still, he finishes gracefully like the dutiful brother he is.

a sigh of relief releases from her lungs.

"need help with that?"

her index points at the obvious tent in his pants.

"fuck yes."

＞︿＜ ׅ⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀̸ ⠀ׄ⠀synopsis ; denki kaminari is argumentatively in top ten most desperate of all time.⠀٬⠀⠀

denki kaminari is notorious in a fifty foot radius of being desperate. pathetic, pervvy, whatever one would classify him as, there's a plethora of others who would agree with a grimace.

and it's to no shocker that he tends to like girls who...well...think and belittle him as such. it has to be a form of a derogatory fixation at this point.

he's the type to post on his insta notes every little thought that crosses his brainless mind. usually ranging on topics of you.

the most recent ones being:

"every day i wake up in agonee" (because of course he misspells it due to the similarity of 'ny' and 'knee'.)

"damn i want her sosobad" (replied to by kirishima: 'dang bro are u in ur feels' and a very crude death threat from bakugo which he wouldn't admit to receiving).

"gonna cry til i pass out" (this one receives a helpline provided to him from a very concerned midoriya).

he feels no shame. "no shame in my game", or however he words it. well, that is, until you respond to one of his very embarrassingly impulsive notes with a question mark. the note being a long impromptu copy-and-paste message of simply: "STEPONMESTEPONMESTEPONME"

yeah. that one was posted late at night. he's most remorseful for that one.

but the fact that it got your attention, as little as it was, has him cheesing. he sees it, and raises it ten-fold.

by ten-fold, it’s him thinking he’s sneaky by stalking your socials and finding out your interests. in one of your stories, which he has screen-shotted and practically (literally) drooled over, it has a song by pinkpantheress. he immediately scrolls his albums to find a good picture to post to ‘attracted to you’. (thinking he knows ball).

viewed. is all he gets. but a win is a win in his books.

this goes on for a while. every story, he’ll be there. every note, he tries to always subtly(..?) respond to. ‘so hungry,’ one of yours would read. ‘woow so crazy how much food I have rn..👀’. sero and mina’s big selves are the only ones to reply.

with a yearning in his achy heart, and a desperation tainting his mind, he decides to go all out. fuck embarrassment. if tiktok girlies are doing him good, then he knows this will prompt success.

‘hate being such a catboy ughhh…’

yeah. even I cringed typing that out. imagine how he felt. (horny).

he ignores his dm’s for an hour due to how flamed he got by his friends. bakugo specifically being a frequent name occurring. he almost took it down out of pure dread and regret, until he saw that beautiful profile picture he knows all too well in his recent chats.

‘wow must be so hard 🥹’.

holy shit.

﹟ a/n · rumor has it he bought cat ears after that. that rumor is proven correct. MY PARTING GIFT! since this has been in my drafts. I WILL BE LIKELY MOVING TO DULCORES STILL AHA

ive been struggling with mental health for a hot minute and haven’t had the time nor desire to continue writing, but im going to try to continue sometime soon!

ill likely switch blogs though to keep my next one strictly 18+. here > @dulcores

more updates to come, I’m not even sure if any will find this lolll just in case.