#kaminari

During nights that you can't sleep, Denki pulls you to him. Resting your head on his chest, he'll use one hand to play with your hair while the other rubs your back in soothing circles. Some nights he says nothing at all, other nights he'll talk about how his day went, what work was like, if Bakugo was mean to him or not, just anything that crosses his mind because he knows you like the sound of his voice and that it helps you sleep.

Despite seeming forgetful at times, Denki remembers a lot more than people give him credit for. He knows your coffee and boba orders by heart, your favorite color, how you like your ramen, etc. Sometimes he even surprises you with how much he remembers about you, little things you forgot you even mentioned.

And the final thing that Denki does, the thing that makes you question your sanity and whether he's doing it on purpose or not, the way he plays with that stupidly attractive choker he wears. It's nothing more than a thin black band curving around his throat and sitting snug against his skin. He occasionally wears one with some kind of charm on it, and Denki can never sit still, he is always doing something with his hands. One of those things being, curling his nimble fingers under the band and moving it side to side, every so often he'll play with the charm, twirling it around his fingers while concentrating on something. Sometimes he catches you staring at him and gives you a smirk, those are the times that makes you wonder if he does it on purpose to tease you or if it's just a stim he has.

I.Midoriya

Izuku has lots of things he does that makes you fall in love, one of them being the way he cares for kids. Whether it's the kids in his class, strangers who come up to him on the street, your younger siblings or nieces and nephews (if you have any). Izuku is just really good with kids, kind and patient, you see him in a whole new light. There's a warmth to him that makes you pause and imagine what life would be like if you had your own kids. Izuku would be an amazing father, you just know it, and that feeling is something that makes you fall for him.

Another thing Izuku does that makes you fall more in love, the way he talks with his hands when he's excitedly speaking about all the things he loves. Like when he's yapping about hero society, or how awesome his students did in training today and how proud of them he is. He gets excited very easily and his whole body moves when he is, practically vibrating and bouncing off the walls, his hands move in all directions. He just looks so happy and in his element that it brings a soft smile to your face while you stare lovingly at the sparkle in his eyes.

Every day he gets home, you greet him at the door. Some days, usually the rougher ones, he'll walk a few steps before dropping to his knees and shoving his face in your stomach as he wraps his arms around your waist. He'll hide there for a bit while you softly stroke his hair and let him bask in the presence that is you. Taking deep inhales of your scent and calming his racing mind, before he pulls back. Resting his chin against you as he stares up with eyes so green it's like you're lost in a forest, one full of love and warmth.

As much as Izuku talks, he's also a great listener. Giving you all his attention, he hangs on to every word you say as if it's the last thing he'll ever hear, and he needs it to survive. Having his eyes on you makes you feel giddy, knowing that there's nothing else in the world that he'd rather be doing. He just wants to sit there and listen to the sound of your voice as you talk about your day, or the things you love. Knowing he loves you makes you fall in love.

Izuku is a tease, he might not know he is (he knows), but he is one. And damn good at it too, because when he's giving you all his attention, eyes wide as he listens to what you're saying, they suddenly darken. A smirk coming across his lips as his eye lids droop the slightest bit, becoming half lidded as he leans back on his hands. His legs spreads slightly and he tilts his head when you stutter your next few words. "Keep talking love, I'm listening." He says with that same lidded eyed and cocky smirk look on his face that has your thighs clenching and whining his name in a low voice because now you're distracted and he knows exactly what he did to distract you.

K.Bakugo

Katsuki can be difficult to read, not to say that's a bad thing, you've been with him long enough to learn his tells and noticeable traits he has. One of them being how he loves the loudest behind closed doors, away from prying eyes when it's just the two of you alone to bask in each other's warmth. That being said, one of the things you love about him is when you're getting ready for bed. It's late, he's sitting up on his side of the bed as you sit on the foot getting ready to climb in next to him, he feels like you're taking too long, and he just wants you in his arms already. It's a sneak attack, one you don't notice until it's too late and he already has his arms around your waist and yanks you on top of him, trapping your body against his as you screech. All the while he grins before nipping at your neck while you giggle and tell him to stop because it tickles and he just holds you closer to him.

Katsuki does all the cooking in the house, he likes it, it makes him feel good knowing that he's taking care of you. You've worked out a system, he cooks and you sit on the counter, then after dinner you do the dishes, he cleans the table. It's a good system and it works for you two. But Katsuki can't cook without you, or so he says, whenever he's about to start cooking, he'll wander the house looking for you. Once he does, he'll throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen where he plops you on the counter with a smirk before beginning to cook while you just huff at him and complain that you were working on something, though it doesn't stop the smile from spreading across your face.

Another thing Katsuki does that has you falling in love is the way he reacts when you do something for him. One time you bought him a game that he had expressed interest in wanting and he teared up, when you worried that you had upset him, he simply looked at you and said, "I love you." You were confused, to you it was just a game but to him it meant so much more. It showed that you paid attention to him, showed how much you love him, something he didn't think he deserved. But the way you love him makes him feel warm and his reactions to you loving him makes you fall in love more.

Katsuki also notices when you've had a rough day, he's methodical and silent in the way he tries to make you feel better. Making your favorite food for dinner, getting your favorite snack, making homemade boba. Getting the living room, or maybe the bedroom, together for a movie night, sometimes he'll run you a nice hot bath while he cooks dinner. After the bath and dinner, he'll pull you into his arms, under the covers with a movie playing in the background. He never says anything, just holds you and plays with your hair or rubs your back. He knows you prefer the silence and to not talk about what happened that made you so upset, you appreciate it, relishing in the silent reminder that he's there for you, always.

Don't be fooled though, Katsuki still drives you crazy, specifically his arm and back muscles. It might seem innocent enough, when he put his hand on the back of your seat and looks over his shoulder as he reverses the car with one hand, but the way he looks drives you absolutely insane with need. He just looks so hot, and his arms look so bitable. Or when he's shirtless in the kitchen, early morning and he's reaching up to grab the coffee, back muscles rippling beneath his skin as they move along with him, you have to hold back a moan at the sight. And his morning voice as he says, "Ya get a good look baby or do ya need more time?"

K.Takami

Keigo is easy to love, he has that charm about him that makes it hard for anybody to resist him. It's usually a good thing in his line of work, after all, a hero has to be approachable. And while it doesn't normally bother you, some days you really dislike the charming nature and the flirty smiles, especially when his fangirls take advantage of it and throw themselves at his feet, clamoring for his attention. It leaves a pang of something ugly deep in your stomach, and Keigo is always quick to notice it. He sees that look in your eye, the way you curl in on yourself hoping to appear smaller, instead he'll grab your hand and pull you into his chest. Hands settling on your waist as he plants a searing and telling kiss on your lips, wings coming to wrap around you, shielding you from the world. It's one of the many things he does that makes you fall in love.

Keigo is more bird like than he seems to think he is, but all his little bird mannerisms make you love him that much more. The silly little dances he does to impress you, the random knickknacks he collects and brings home, the hordes of blankets and pillows scattered in different places of your apartment, "emergency nests" as he calls them. Your favorite bird mannerism he does, his little chirps and coos. When you're cuddled up in bed, head on his chest as he plays with your hair, every so often his throat will rumble with a chirp, a coo, sometimes even a purr. The sounds always bring a smile to your face, and you fall asleep in his arms feeling loved and content.

Keigo's love languages are gift giving and physical touch, and sometimes he combines the two, by getting you gifts that allow him to touch you in some way. A necklace that he loops around your throat, a bracelet he clasps against your wrist, an anklet snugly wrapped along the bone at the bottom of your calf, a ring gently slid onto your finger as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. And nearly every single gift somehow has his feathers incorporated into it. The warm feeling that spreads through your body when he does these things is what makes you fall in love.

You love the nicknames he gives you, every day is something new. Of course he has his favorites, ones he repeats all the time, but he does spice it up occasionally. "Hey kiwi, I brought you breakfast." As he stands in the doorway of the bedroom. "Whatcha doing feather?" As you lay across the couch reading a new book. "Lookin' good angel." While you're getting ready for date night. "Hey angel feather have you seen my glasses and coat?" As he's getting ready for patrol. There's so many more, each one makes you smile and full of love.

Keigo has small fangs, they aren't noticeable unless you're really looking, or unless he's scraping them across your skin as he kisses down your neck while holding you from behind as you attempt to cook dinner. Breath catching as you feel the pinpricks getting closer and closer to your throat. He does it on purpose, you know he does, he knows he does, it's meant to tease you and break your concentration. He'll do it for a few minutes before pulling away to whisper in your ear, "Better focus up feather, don't want to burn dinner do you?"

T.Shigaraki

Tomura is closed off by nature, he's not really sure how to navigate most emotions, let alone a romantic relationship, but he tries. He tries for you and that's more than enough, sometimes he needs a little guidance, but you love that he's willing to put in the effort and learn the things you like and don't like. He's very quick to learn that you like stealing his hoodies and energy drinks. He learns that you like to curl on his lap while he games, head tucked between his neck and shoulder while you nap, breathing softly against his neck. He learns quickly and you can't help but fall in love with the smile that spreads across his face when you tell him he did good.

He knows you worry about him, and he hates that he makes you worry but he knows you do. You worry about his itching, concern spreading across your face when you catch him with his nails digging into the skin on either side of his neck. He knows you worry when he's away, always trying his best to not get hurt and return to you in one piece. He lets you take care of him if he does get hurt, cleaning him up and running a bath for him. You love that he's willing to be vulnerable with you, to let you in and take care of him.

Tomura always tries to keep the snack cupboard stocked with your favorite snacks and the fridge full of your favorite drinks. And he makes sure that his roommates (Touya and Spinner) know not to touch them. It makes you happy when you walk into his kitchen and see that's he's made an effort for you. Any time he remembers anything, like an offhanded comment about you wanting to try this new chip flavor or coffee flavor, he has it in the cabinet or the fridge for the next time you come over, and it makes you love him that much more.

In all the games that he plays, Tomura will always have something that he attributes to you. A character you remind him of, your own avatar in certain games, your own profile on his many gaming systems, your own gaming set up in his room. Your personal favorite though, one that his roommates would tease him for if they knew about, your own quaint little house in Minecraft where your beds are pushed together and you own a multitude of different pets that you call “our children.” A plus is that his room in his apartment has different plushies scattered everywhere and yes those plushies are your children as well.

Tomura has this thing where he’s always doing something with his hands, he can never keep them still. A lot of times he’ll just tap his fingers against whatever surface is nearest, sometimes he’ll interlock your fingers with his. But other times, the times that drive you crazy, when he’s using those same fingers to drag up and down the skin of your legs. You’re both on the couch, you lying with your legs draped across his lap and his hands are on you. Fingers delicately swiping along the skin of your calves and thighs, fingertips occasionally dipping in the small space where your thighs are clenched and gripping the skin there, leaving behind a faint tingling sensation. And it’s the memory of what those fingers can do to you, what they have done to you, that drives you crazy and has you squirming in his hold.

T.Todoroki

Touya is an interesting man, he’s closed off and guarded, not capable of expressing love for other people in a normal way, and certainly not capable of accepting that others may love him. It’s the main reason he wonders why you love him, it confuses him when you smile at him lovingly, makes him snarl like a wolf in the woods fending off an enemy. And yet it’s the way he lets you in, teeth bared slightly but guard lowered enough that you slip your way inside. When he lets you hold him, that’s when you know he feels safe, and knowing that he feels safe with you always brings a smile to your face and is one of the many reasons you’ve fallen in love with him.

Touya’s internal body heat is much warmer than the average person, and because of this you’ve dubbed him your personal heater. He, of course, complains about it but his complaints are never serious, in fact he loves being able to keep you warm during the colder nights. It’s his excuse to hold you, which he uses as a grounding mechanism for himself, to know that you’re there. That you’re safe, because he’s protecting you. He also uses his body heat and ability to warm up his hands to help your cramps when they get bad while on your period, and boy do they get bad sometimes. A feeling so awful you’re physically incapable of moving and he has to take care of you, something that makes you fall further and further in love with the man.

Touya knows you like his scent, you’re always telling him how it’s kinda woodsy and earthy, hidden underneath all the smoky and ashy smell, “A good combination, like a bonfire while camping.” You once told him, for some odd reason it made him smile, and he hasn’t forgotten it since. Because of that, Touya will wear his hoodies and specific shirts for long periods of time, sometimes even to bed, so that when you steal them he gives them to you, they already smell like him and all you have to do is put it on and sleep soundly with his scent, and his arms because of course you cuddle while sleeping, wrapped around you. And it’s a scent that fills you with love and warmth.

One thing you really love about Touya, he’s protective, Touya is obsessed with you, borderline possessive, but you absolutely adore it. You adore the way he always has a hand on you, arm around your waist or over your shoulder, his hand slipping into your back pocket as he stands next to you, fingers interlocked, a hand on your thigh when you’re out to eat together. A permanent frown on his lips as his eyes scan your surroundings, glaring at anybody who even glances your way. He’s utterly obsessed with you, it makes you giggle, because honestly, you’re obsessed with him too.

Touya can play the guitar, and he often uses that skill to impress you. Playing songs he knows you like, learning the chords to your favorite songs and then playing it for you. Every so often he’ll write an original just for you, and it starts off innocent, until he starts looking at you with half-lidded eyes, fingers plucking at the strings and drawing your attention to the way he holds the neck of the guitar, caressing it as he plays. When his eyes darken, that’s when you pay closer attention to the chords and the lyrics, noticing the sensual undertones of the song, and how the lyrics describe your body through his perspective when he has you underneath him during a particularly hot night. You remember very well because of how sore he left your legs the next day.

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"This is actual fucking bullshit," Denki said into his solo cup. The burn of liquor did nothing to dim his searing hatred for the guy pulling out all the stops on you right now.

He'd been watching you two across the living room for almost fifteen minutes now. You entertaining the stupid degenerate of a boy (Denki's opinion of him), him flirting and touching your shoulder, rubbing your hips—positively pissing Denki off.

You two weren't together, no, but Denki was your best friend. Your bestest friend, he liked to say, and he had been for a long time—he knew you better than any random fucking guy you met at a classmate's party. And as your best friend, he didn't like seeing you basically groped and publicly humiliated by a little boy who thought he had a chance with his girl.

"Man, she's just having fun," Sero said, lounging beside Denki on the sofa. He was already four drinks deep, slurring his words and fluttering his eyes. He'd been eyeing a girl in the kitchen himself, absently paying attention to Denki's sour mood. "It's not like she'd go home with him. She always goes home with you. Always. It isn't fair."

"What the hell do ya mean?" Denki muttered.

"I mean you're not even her boyfriend. Let another guy have a turn with her—you're always hanging around her and actin' like she's off limits."

"Because she fucking is. Screw off, dude. If you're thinking of doing something—"

Sero waved a dismissive, drunk hand. "Chill ooouuuttt... I won't. But it looks like that other guy might."

Denki scowled as he snapped his gaze back onto you and that damn interloper. You were using that stupid fake giggle you used to ward off unpleasantries, usually when said made weak attempts at jokes or said an offhand comment. God, you looked so bored. He was about ready to abandon Sero and go to your rescue when—

"Hey, guys! We're doing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Somebody get a bottle," yelled an indistinct party-goer, drawing in a crowd of your and Denki's friends.

Thank god.

"Shit," Sero muttered. "You going to try to play with her?"

"You know I am. I only need seven minutes with her to prove that I'm a million times better than that guy."

After leaving his drink, Denki took great pleasure in bounding over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist to steal you away from the stranger's weaselly grasp. "Hi, pretty girl," he greeted you with that flirtatious nickname and a genuine smile. "Seven Minutes in the other room. I wanna play. Let's go."

"Actually we were—" the stranger began to say, but was quickly cut off.

"You were just done, yeah? Thanks for stalling her for me," he said before herding you away.

"Dear god, thank you for saving me," you murmured with a slight grin. "I was trying to be polite but I wanted to shoot myself while listening to that guy yap on and on."

"Any time, babe." He didn't bother moving his arm off your waist, hand rubbing your hip, as he led you towards where a group was gathering around the bottle. "Did I mention how good you look? And how you love me and should definitely play with me so that I'm not around these people and a bottle alone?"

"Okay, okay." You smiled wider. "I was going to say yes anyways. Let's play."

So you two sat around for Seven Minutes in Heaven, in a circle like a bunch of middle schoolers. Denki watched the bottle spin with prickled anxiety, watched people stumble in and out of the closet, flustered and riddled with hickeys and swollen lips. And when it got to be your turn, his heart pounded like it was going to beat out of his chest—due to the fact that firstly, he didn't want anyone else to go into that little fucking closet with you in that little fucking party dress, and secondly, he hoped nobody notice him use his quirk to shoot a little spark at the bottle so that it landed on him.

He wasted no time tailing you into the closet, the goading voices of your friends behind you.

"Look at this—they're finally gonna do it."

"Christ, I seriously never thought Denki would make a move. He acts like a damn guard dog but doesn't do anything."

Their voices became muffled as he quickly shut the door behind him. You two were pressed in tightly together—your tits close to his chest, heaving almost erotically because of how fast Denki had been to get you away. Soon you two were engulfed in darkness, having to squint to see each other. Outside, the noise of the party fell away into the unseen background.

"Jesus," you laughed, "what're you doing, 'Ki? Did you rig the bottle or something so that you could mess with me or something?"

"No," he said, breathless even though he hadn't even touched you yet. Slowly, carefully, like he might spook you, he interlocked his hands over your lower back and pressed further against you. His body was hot and rigid, and it felt good. "S-shit. Look, just tell me to stop if you want me to."

"What do you mean—"

His lips were on yours before you knew it. Tongue swirling against your teeth, then intertwining with yours when you allowed him access. He told you to tell him to stop if you wanted, but you sure as hell didn't want him to—you wanted more.

"What... what is this?" you murmured against his lips, fists bunching up the fabric of his top. "Denki..."

"I know—" he whispered before kissing you deeper. "I know I never outright told you, that I love you, love you so damn much, and I should've—then maybe you would've stopped entertaining all those fucking guys."

You sucked in a sharp breath. "I never..."

His eyes opened in narrow, intense slits, focused on you; just you, the feel of you, your smell, the alcohol on your breath, the material of your dress—everything about you, because that was all he wanted, all of you. "You know just what I'm talking about, baby. Everyone wants a goddamn piece of you. They call you my girl, my pretty—mm—fucking girl, but they still want to fuck you all the same."

He worked on unbuckling his pants and sliding them down ever so slightly. You only had five minutes left, he needed to be efficient. He gave you one pleading look, and when you nodded he shoved your dress up so fast and almost tore your panties trying to get to your sweet pussy.

He pressed his thumb against your clit and pressed two nimble fingers in you, trying quickly to prep you, so that he could just feel you before your turn in the closet was over. He was disappointed that his first time with you like this had to be a quickie during Seven Minutes in Heaven of all things.

"But you're mine, aren't ya? Always have been," he said before delving in for another sloppy kiss. Strings of saliva connected you each time you two pulled apart for air, and soon he curled his fingers for the final time, pulled them out of you, and licked the taste of you off them. Then, in one quick motion, he tapped the swollen tip of his dick against your entrance. He moaned when you guided him inside. Your eyes watered at the slight initial pain of him pushing into your tight hole, then the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

"Yeah... Yes. All yours." You whined when he began moving, hands harshly gripping your thighs as he held you up for leverage.

"Tell me again. Tell me those assholes were worth nothing."

"T-they—I didn't even know their names, 'Ki—"

"Then why'd you talk to them all the fucking time?" He sped up his pace, hips bucking, practically bullying your pussy. Your nails dug into his shirt as you felt your orgasm building.

"I dunno... I don't—"

"Yes, you do, baby. Why?"

"To make you jealous!" you blurted out, the pressure and warmth tight in the pit of your stomach. When you finally came and the sweet relief washed over you, he guided you through your climax with slow, loving thrusts—then eventually stilled with himself still inside of you, heavy balls kissing your pussy.

"Dirty girl," he whispered. "I knew you wanted me all along."

"Time's up, dude. Stop fucking her and let someone else have a turn!" somebody outside the closet yelled.

Shit. Had everyone heard you guys?

Denki groaned quietly. "Damn it. I wanted more time with my angel."

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