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Legs tangled together beneath black sheets, his arm draped loosely over your chest. It was always like this after you two finished. He demanded to snuggle you, making sure he hadn’t actually hurt you while you two were going at it. Softly rubbing at your hips to ease the discomfort from being folded literally in half. Kissing your neck tenderly as he tries to release any tension he might have caused. You always gave him a half-hour of this. You said it was for him, that he needed it. But truth was, you wanted it. You couldn’t help but preen under the attention he paid to your blissed-out body. The way he thumbed over any marks he left, leaving butterfly kisses in his wake. Whispering softly how much he liked spending time with you.

You were falling for Kaminari Denki. The man you swore would remain just a fuck buddy. He told you when this started he wasn’t a settle down type. That he had too many hoes to satisfy to just settle down. And in the beginning you were content with that. Happy even. But as the months went on you couldn’t help the feelings that grew. It wasn’t your fault that every time he sent you a dumb meme your heart fluttered. Every time a cringy Tik Tok was sent your way laughter bubbled out. The selfies he sent on Snapchat with animal filters and voice changes melted your resolve. You were royally fucked.

More so when you moved to leave the bed. Ready to gather your hopelessly strewn clothing and preform the walk of heart breaking shame. Only this time, a soft hand reached for your wrist. “Hey, uh… It’s getting pretty late.” It really wasn’t. You’ve walked home later than this. “Crash here tonight? Bed’s plenty big for both of us.” The usually cocky blonde you had fallen for looked sheepish. Almost scared. A look that you hated seeing on his face. Not to mention leaving after he asked you so kindly to stay would break your heart.

Which is how you ended up with the blond using your chest as a pillow. Sleeping nearly on top of you. The softest of snores leaving him, while you ran your fingers over his bare back. Neither of you had gotten dressed last night, a fact you become very aware of when there is a knocking on his bedroom door when the sun starts to filter in through the drawn curtains.

“Denki! You promised we would hang out today. I miss my Pikachu!” A femenine voice. Someone who obviously belonged more than you did, because she clearly had a key to the apartment. Before Denki could rouse entirely, you were pushing him off. Hissing at him to go hang out with his hoe while you got dressed. He didn’t understand why you were mad? It was just Mina. Not that you had ever met the pink haired girl. To you she was just some girl coming to fuck Denki. Hang out was the code word he used with you when he wanted a booty call.

How could he have been so brazen to ask you to spend the night. Especially when he knew he had a booty call lined up for the crack of dawn! The blond hopped into a pair of lounge pants, nearly falling on his face in the struggle to get to Mina. Meanwhile you calmly collected the haphazardly thrown pieces belonging to you, and put them on slowly. As you left the room belonging to Denki, you saw a strange scene. The pink haired girl had his head in her lap, and tears openly fell down his face. Muttering that he fucked up.

“Den- Kaminari… are you okay?” Your head tilted. You fought the urge to go console him. Obviously the booty call had him. But he choked out a broken sob and shook his head no. Motioning you over. You didn’t want to be anywhere near his next lay, but you wanted him. So you relented. Kneeling in front of him, pushing back blond hair.

“Its only you. I cut everyone else off weeks ago. It’s just you. I know you don’t like me at all… that I’m just a good lay for you. But… Fuck, I want you. I want to parade you around and let all my friends meet you. It’s why Mina came over. She wanted to meet my Cubchoo.” You melted at the nickname. Remembering the brutal cold you had that earned the nickname from him. He took care of you then, always handing a tissue when your nose ran. Or asking if your soup needed reheating. But he had to be lying… he had been only seeing you? For weeks.