☆ Denki Kaminari x female Reader
☆ ( long one-shot || part 1 || part 2 || part3 )
☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, situationship, light conflict, messy relationships, cunnilingus, protected sex, fwb, dirty talk, idk sparks fly.
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Silence came from your side; you didn't talk up an excuse, nor did you even have any reason to sound off. You quite frankly don't know. You swallowed your silence as the only noise penetrated through was Denki's question.
You stare back at him, the soles of your feet stiff and unmoving; it was discomfort that was brewing in your stomach as you tried to find your words to answer such a simple question.
"I don't understand why you're with Bakugo at all."
Denki says as his gaze picks at your silence, forcing you to respond using more than just words, you shift in your position, making it known that you hit a wall with his question; you, already looking away and find a way to deflect.
"I don't know..." You say in a steady tone, trying not to sound unfazed.
Denki didn't like that; in fact, it annoyed him.
He turns to you as you look quite stuck; it was an expression that quite frankly pinned you down. He found that there was a nuisance that had been bothering you for quite some time.
"Y'know, Bakugo and I have been on bad terms; I don't know what changed after high school... But ever since, he's been pissing me off quite a lot."
He turns to you to catch a peek from his revelation. No reaction, just silence.
"I have a feeling you already knew the truth..." His voice cracks.
You don't say anything, but your eyes can't help but roll towards him; you're met with a look that doesn't demand or push away. However, you can feel a slight tinge of hatred.
Not towards you. But to an absent enemy.
It was weird, a feeling that you never knew you had for Denki and a feeling you never knew you had for Katsuki. Was it a shitty idea? Yes. But you just wanted to piss off Katsuki.
And for Denki... Well, it was set in your hang-out that you already had an idea that he has feelings for you.
"It's shitty, Denki." You said.
"Yeah..." Denki turns to you, his body shifting as he lifts a hand to the back of his head. Searing into the moment as he looks at you with a half-lidded expression and something simmering in his mind.
It's true, he likes you. He like likes you. It was so bad; he was so reserved about his crush. He kept his distance out of respect for you and your potential boyfriend. But right now he couldn't quite care.
His gaze fixed on you, a fixation he buried deep down was ready to roll off his pierced tongue.
You blinked and were quick to minimize your surprise.
It was silent after, but the only noise that slipped into the scene was Denki's footsteps inching closer. His lower figure fixes into your gaze as your eyes turn to him; you look up.
"Do you want to piss him off?" His tone changed, a devious grin after his question and proposal.
It was abrupt, but something settled in your mind that affirmed your distaste for Katsuki in particular. After that everything was a blur.
It was his apartment, his room, and his bed.
With Denki, eggshells weren't stuck or clinging to the bottom of the soles of your feet; he felt more familiar. It's no wonder why your body melted into his so easily. His clothes and your clothes, awkwardly stripped down. With joking remarks in between kisses, which made the experience more lighthearted, it made it less sinful in a way.
"I've gotta say... You look good, respectfully." Denki preaches as his face slowly dips into the cleavage of your semi-exposed chest.
"Denki... I uh, thanks." You stutter out; you didn't quite expect your best friend to have you like this. It didn't feel wrong; you just need to adjust.
"Y'know... I have a surprise for you." He says. Your eyes trail down to see something expected of Denki. His tongue sticking out with a metal ball facing your now-flustered face.
He got his tongue pierced; you didn't notice it before. But with him sticking it out in the open for you, a tinge of excitement grew in you.
"You're gonna use that on me?"
"Yeah pretty girl." He slyly chirps, his head dips into your chest as the tips of his fingers start to unclasped your bra. After that it was all blissful touch in heat.
He held you like you're the only one that mattered in the world, touched you where he meant it, and praised the curves and surfaces Bakugo neglects, and with his own showcase of affection, you allowed him to mark you up.
Gently bruising on your neckline, bite marks on your shoulder and chest. It was all so intentional. Denki likes you more than just "like." He wants something with you, so yeah, imagine your surprise when your touches drag onto lower regions, you helping him and him helping you.
Firmly gripping your thigh as you stick out your ass above his face. You, on the other hand, are experiencing a whole new landscape that came in the form of a less-than-modest erection and of long strokes and spilling saliva.
Fucking like this wasn't the picture you'd had in mind with Bakugo; he didn't seem like the type to have this in his palette. But for Denki, he goes all in for you. He loves you; he loves your everything. So why wouldn't he love your taste?
It wasn't before long that you were grinding on his piercing. Sticking into the deep areas of your sensitive bud, he was accommodating and putting in the effort to help you reach your climax, a feat that Bakugo would never be able to accomplish.
"Fuckk..yeah girl..ride my tongue." He slurred in between saliva and your fluids. There was a forbidden friction that felt too sinful to even enjoy, but you didn't feel guilty at all; not at all, really. Denki was all on your mind, spilling into your words and final moans.
"Ah! Denki-i... I…." You managed to slur out as your fingertips gently grip onto his erection; you could barely pleasure him, but it wasn't a problem though.
"Ahh... you f-feel so... good..."
Since Denki was only focused on you at the moment. Your pleasure, your climax—it was something that Bakugo could never do.
"Fuuuccck...geez~" Your pitch climbed as your climax fell onto his touch and affirming praise. It didn't take long for you to finally get slutted out by your best friend; well, that label no longer matters now. It's safe to say that you both reached 3rd base.
Denki gently tapped on your thigh; you gently pushed yourself off of him and set yourself down beside him. Your weight spread evenly as you lay next to Denki, coming down from the high you just were in.
"Now, I'm a step above Bakugo." He whispers into the close gap between you.
A cheeky smile creeps into the corners of your mouth; the heat and sweat from your back light dampens the sheets of Denki's bed. You roll over onto your stomach while slowly closing the gap between you both, inching your form close to him; a pretty pink tint flushes over your cheeks. You steadily turn to him, gently resting your temple into your forearm as your admiration seeps into such a handsome face; your gaze is fixed onto his equally naked form.
It was playful; you know he's a big tease, so it was suitable for you to fire back. You look to the side, not trying to conceal your smile, as he was already cornered with doubt.
A tiny grin was plastered on your face as your gaze rolls back to him. A light chuckle leaves your lips as you give him a quiet smirk.
"Not quite." You charmed.
The pulled Denki in that semi-smug expression, losing into confusion as he may have overshot his line.
"Uhhh... wait...did you guys already do it?" Denki questions, an almost worried expression pressed on his face; it was quite humorous and endearing of his flustered doubt.
"No, Denki." You cheerfully sigh.
"You're above Bakugo." You affirm. That worried look almost melted instantly as the words left your mouth. Replaced with that familiar charming smug expression.
Something about it made you lean into it. As you gently push yourself into Denki; hovering over his forehead, you give him a peck on his forehead. It was sweet and light, but something about staying just dormant with your eagerness was an inefficient use of your time; you were still hungry.
It wasn't a passive hard-on; Denki was ready and prepped you well into release. Promptly now is the right time to get down to business.
Shifts across the bedsheets as Denki goes out of the room to go fetch a condom, you center yourself on the bed as you get comfortable, propping yourself as you slightly spread out your legs.
When Denki finally comes back into the room, he finds you sprawl out on your stomach on his bed, carelessly kicking your legs as if to tell him you're getting impatient. He wastes no time.
In minutes he's already embedded himself in you, comfortable and intimately moving with his movements. It was loving, it was intimate, it was personal. "Fuckkk...yeah~."
"You like this? Fuck...This feels like good revenge." His voice chased.
"Ahh...Denks, you're really...ahh..." Your voice chokes out as his pace still renders, his rhythm echoes into your walls, a muffled vibration that you feel in your gut. It was a slippery knot that was just about to get undone.
"Hehehe, yeah, girl... I love hearing my name coming from you..."
It was rhythmic with how well his thrust felt; it wasn't long before you felt a bit of his sparks. It wasn't painful, but it was unmistakably prickly; some sparks land against your thighs as he continues slamming into you.
This and the combined friction with his pacing only brought you closer to that edge.
"Fuck... I think I'm gonna—"
Clear and deliberate, it was quite sinless in such a provocative manner; knots undone, you both managed to have reason and proof to piss off a certain blonde.
"Yeah... this atta do it." Denki chirps as he leans down and pecks your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
When the night finally dwindles down, you were sound asleep nestled in the warmth of lemony musk and cotton sheets. Denki took care of himself and changed into more comfortable clothes after a quick shower.
Re-entering back into the bedroom with just a towel around his waist, he notices your clothes sprawled around his room, one by hisdresser.
In his mind, it would be a modest way to boast.
He looks for his phone and snaps a pic spam of your discarded top, posting it on a spam account with your initial and heart.
Screwing you was the biggest "fuck you" to that "potential." He was obviously the better choice.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Finally my exams are over, gonna write some more, expect 2 releases next week.
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