Welcome to my dream world

When Tsuyu woke up she was enveloped in strong arms, holding her tightly against his booming chest. In his hands, which he held above her head, he held his controller, punching down the buttons with fury and speed.

“W-what are you doing?” she croaked as she rubbed the sleep out of her beautiful and big eyes. “It’s so early.”

Crimson eyes shot down to look at her, giving her a smirk that blossomed a blush on her high cheekbones.

“Goodmorning, frog face.” He grunted. “It’s like ten in the morning… I’m playing Call of Duty.” His eyes shot back at the TV-screen on his desk, leaning back onto the pillows of his bed so he’d relax a little.

“Oh jeez kero, did I sleep here?”

Bakugo made a sound that indicated a yes, remaining the nonchalant frown on his face.

“Yup,” he sighed deeply, his chest sinking in on impact. “I bet you were tired from last night huh?”

Again Tsuyu tried to lift herself off his chest, but he pushed her back making her head land on his collarbone with a soft thud.

“I-I need to get back kero the girls must be looking for me.”

“Would’ya please stop fuckin’ worrying? All of ‘em are pobably drunk or high out of their fucking minds.”

Tsuyu let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in, as she pondered with wide eyes while the sound of Bakugo assaulting the buttons of his controller mingled with the silence between them.

“I don’t even remember what happened. I remember you driving us to the dorm and then…” red tinted eyes shot at hers, this time accompanied with a mischievous smirk.

“We could’ve had more fun if you didn’t decide to pass out.” He teased.

Blood rushed to her face and if she was not seeing red before she surely was now. The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, down her jaws and on her neck. Faint flashbacks of the evening blinded her vision, and the taste of his tongue against hers felt as present as ever.

“Ya gettin’ shy on me now?” Bakugo laughed briefly. “Unbelievable.”

She hid her face in the skull on his shirt, as she whined with embarrassment. The grumble of his laughter vibrated his chest enough and worsened the heat on her face. But his rough fingers scenting burnt caramel gripped her jaw and forced her head up, to land a wet, sloppy and lingering kiss.

“It's okay, frog face. I know you liked it.”

Tsuyu didn’t dare to look him in the eye, far too embarrassed for the flashbacks to flood in her memory again.

Bakugo chuckled and released his controller to take both her cheeks in his palms. “You forgot how you were moaning for me, frog face?”

“I-... I wasn’t!” She tried to deny it, but squealed when his strong arms gripped her to straddle him. She was sitting on top of him now, both her legs on either side of his muscular frame.

“Baku-chaaan,” Bakugo raised his voice in pitch to mimic hers and she whined lowly at the sound. She hid her face behind her hands and begged him to stop. “Baku-chaaan that feels gooood.” He mocked her again

“K-kero.” Tsuyu was turning dizzy by now. “St-stop kero didn’t say that!”

His grin watered down as red eyes pierced onto her. Katsuki thrusts upward, forcing his growing girth that he's been sporting since he woke up, on her center. “You didn’t? Huh?”

“I-- I don’t re-remember.” Tsuyu was stuttering, nauseous by the eyes that were drilling through her. She tried to move away from him but the strong fingers probing her hip bones kept her in place.

“You don’t remember huh?” He teased, while sitting up lurching forward. Lips captured hers in a kiss, slimy and wet tongue lolling out of Tsuyu’s mouth as she croaked in a stutter. “Lemme make you remember, frog face.”

The rough pad of his thumb caressed her cheek as the kiss intensified. The sensation of their saliva mingling excited the butterflies in their stomachs.

“B-Bakugo…” She breathed out. His hands were every touchable place fondling her breast and squeezing her soft glutes.

“Just like that, you were singing for me just like that.” He pressed up again, the head of his clothes cock brushing against her throbbing clit. With his hands still tightly on her hips he pressed her down, moving her back and forth to create friction. Tsuyu let out a shaky croak as she got electrocuted with a thunder zap of pleasure and it caused her to twitch and shiver ontop of him.

“Feels good, dumbass?” Meekly she hid her face behind her palms when she nodded shyly. “Want me to make you feel even more, baby?”

Tsuyu looked down with innocent gleaming in her big eyes, but before she could give the blonde her answer, he had his arm wrapped behind her back and turned her around so her head hit the pillows.

“Spread your legs for me, babygirl.” The change in his usual aggressive demeanor rose arousal within her.

“I-I…” Short fingers gripped on black cotton as if to brace herself for what would happen next. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

The harsh features on his usual angry features diminished and got replaced for a gentle expression.

“I know, dumbass. We won’t do anything you don’t like aight.” He ushered a tiny amount of heat to the tips of his fingers as he stroked her thigh as if to sooth her, each time he climbed higher toward her warm center.

Tsuyu nodded meekly and spread her knees ever so slightly for him, giving her permission. Katsuki’s fingers hovered above her clit when he pushed her underwear to the side.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Wan’ me to make you feel good? Hah? Want me to make you cum?”

Tsuyu nodded innocently, before letting out a cry as Bakugo’s hot finger came in contact with her pulsing and wet clit.

“Look at thaa’’ so wet for me baby, gunna make ya cum so hard princess.” Bakugo kept his promise whilst he added pressure on her clit whilst moving it back and forth.

Tsuyu’s jaws slacked, his nerves buzzed and awoke as the build up of her orgasm started. Bakugo increased and decreased speed at the right time, making her tremble and jolt as a response.

“Aaah.” Her tongue lolled out as her pupils rolled to the back of her head. She moved her hips in sync with the speed of her fingers.

Tsuyu watched how the vibrant red color of his slender eyes was almost lost behind the blown pupils, his white teeth biting down his lip, which was tugged in a smirk. His fingers sped up and the lewd sounds of his fingers moving on her clit rushed the blood to his cock. Each squelch was accompanied by a slight whimper.

“Katsu--Katsuki!!!”

Her knees began to quiver, her toes began to curl, and her chest heaved up and down.

“Fucking cum for me baby– Oh yes look at that!!”

Tsuyu was concaving. As her climax seized command over her body, her vision went black and the white noise in her ears returned. Her body ejected a clear liquid that soaked her bedding and his arm. Touya admired her and pressed the toy even harder against her, moving in sync with her hips, which she was raising in the air.

“Good girl. Good girl,” he repeated like prayer, waiting until the effects of her orgasm were fluttering away.

With labored breaths she fluttered her eyes open, meeting his horny gaze. “Hey? Hey? You okay?” He asked as he pulled out his stiff girth grunting as he moved his foreskin back and forth.

Lips reunited in a kiss, short, brief and lingeringly one that they would remember.

“Baby… Could you maybe… Fuck.” Bakugo jolted on his own touch as he sped up his fingers. “Could you maybe use your tongue.”

“Kero. M-my tongue?”

“C’mon. You know what I mean, Idiot.” Bakugo hinted as he nodded to his stiff cock, indicating what he wanted .

Tsuyu crossed her knees, her tongue swooshed out slowly gripping him from the base.

“F-Fuck…” He gritted behind clenched teeth his entire body shuddering on impact. “Move it.” His free hand gripped her throat and squeezed when she didn’t obey instantly. Her tongue tightened and Katsuki moaned. He fucking moaned. The sight was so erotic for Katsuki.

Euphoria thundered every fiber in his being as his orgasm washed over him, spurting cum all over the width of her tongue.

She withdrew her tongue and unwillingly swallowed the thick and gooey sour cum. Katsuki let go of her and dropped himself in the pillows with a satisfied grin.

- You don't hate baths. Or showers. And your reaction to random buckets of water being dumped on your head is like any others. Except your nails are a bit stronger and sharper.

- Your nails are a bit long, and curve a little more. Dress code says you can't paint your nails, but you do clear coats to make them shiny. What’s the term? Civil disobedience? "Why no, of course my nails are not painted, sir. My nails are naturally this shiny. Have you heard of biotin supplements, sir?"

- You do have to trim your nails regularly though. You hate it, but you don't want to accidentally scratch someone or something. You accidentally scratched Kyoka's cheek once and she'll never let you live it down. It was just a little red line, but she told everyone a vicious tomcat attacked her for no reason and you had to profess your innocence. You tried to kiss her face so many times, and she was like “no you’re mean” and you’re like “NOOOOO PLEASE I WANT KISSIES”.

- You have a very complex cleaning regimen. No, Kirishima, you don't lick yourself for hours. You take nice showers, and wash your face, and moisturize, and put special masks and soaps on your fur. Any licking jokes are cut short with a pounce or dead bug on their pillow case. Ya know The Godfather? Horse heads are heavy but dead moths are not.

- Speaking of bugs. Kyoka doesn't hate bugs with a passion, but obviously doesn't like them in the shower. You are good at catching them and either putting them outside or executing them for their crimes. Grasshoppers? They must be obliterated from this earth. ( I know that will mess up the ecosystem and all but I personally hate them with every fibre of my being ). Spiders are released. Ants. Moths too. The tiny beetle things. People can tell when there's a bug in the room cause you stare at it before leaping up and catching it in your hands. You’re basically her bug assassin, since she gives you kisses every time you make the bug “an offer they can’t refuse” (catching them in a cup and yeeting the whole ass cup, no i'm kidding, just the bug)

- To scare Kyoka you'll stare at the wall suddenly for a few seconds and then return to what you were doing. She'll be like "uhhh can we get Ryan and Shane on the phone?" You can’t see anything but her eyes bug out of her head and she stares too like a demon is about to push their face through the paint on the wall.

- The day Bakugou damaged the fridge was heavenly. Well, the day after was. Someone kept moving Bakugou’s food around in the fridge and some other poor bastard was eating his food. He was yelling and screaming and accidentally blew up part of the door. Aizawa could have killed him. The heavenly part (besides seeing Aizawa shouting at the suddenly very quiet blonde) was the delivery of the new fridge in a marvelously massive box. When you walked downstairs to see Aizawa making Bakugou help install the new fridge, you saw the giant cardboard box the refrigerator was delivered in, and Kyoka could almost see your eyes glow like a red stop light. You lunged for the box before anyone else could even look at it twice and hauled it up to your room. Up the stairs, as you were too excited to stand in the elevator without jogging in place.

- You friggin cleared a space in your room for this beautiful, sexy box. Then you went back down to eat your breakfast. The only thing you could think about all day was “box box box box box”. You took such a long ass nap in that box, and Kyoka thought you had disappeared because you weren’t in your bed. Then she accidentally dropped something while looking for your notes and startled you awake. And then you startled her because all of a sudden her partner is speaking from the cardboard box in the corner while she was writing “haha ur a nerd lmao” on your science homework. After a few blissful days Aizawa told you that you had to get rid of it so you wouldn’t get crickets. Then scorpions. You wanted to say goodbye to it, but you came home to a room without it since he didn’t trust you to throw it away yourself. You didn’t cry. Very long.

- Okay enough about the box. I got carried away. Time for more “floofy shit”.

- When you cuddle, you like to lay across her lap so she can’t leave you. It doesn’t work when she’s playing instruments, but if you guys are watching TV or music videos then it works fine. Unless she’s trying to dance or headbang. Then you are jerked around and you give her that classic ungrateful look. But you are warm in her lap, and then she’ll fall asleep. Especially if she has a tummy ache or cramps. The pressure and warmth are blessings.

- No one may know, but getting pet behind the ears is heaven on earth. She’ll rub behind them while you’re napping or about to nap and you melt like a puddle in her arms.

- You purr. Especially when cuddling with her. She loves it. At first you were embarrassed by it, until she awkwardly confessed that she really liked it. She told you that the sound was really sweet and she liked knowing that you actually enjoyed the affection, and your face looked so blissful when you purred. You two were both really flustered after she said that, and then you slowly snuggled back into her, letting her cuddle you, and letting yourself purr contentedly.

- One time tho, you fell asleep on Izuku. Drool and everything, but this mans didn’t move a smidgemeter. After you apologized for covering his shoulder in drool, he was like “oh it’s fine. Uhhh, did you know sometimes you purr in your sleep? I thought you were snoring, but I think it was purring.” You kinda just looked him dead in the eye for a few moments, before tearfully begging him to not say anything. He of course promised not to, and felt bad for mentioning it, but he did think it was really cute. But the way that dead moths crumble into microscopic pieces when you touch ‘em kept him from sharing your secret. (Honestly why do they have to do that. I work up the courage to finally dispose of the bug that’s been tormenting for nights and then it explodes on me like a convenient X-Files ending. Please I want to look cool and not scream and run away when I try to hide the murder scene, it’s already dead and can’t hurt me anymore.)

- You know how when cat’s like you, they have sleepy eyes cuz that’s how they say they trust you, like “I trust you not to hurt me and to protect me while I'm napping”. You always have the content sleepy face with her.

- You definitely do the head thing where when you want attention you impatiently bonk the top of your head against her like “love me, please”. And she’ll just pull you closer into her and you (gently) bonk (more of a boink, if you will) your head against hers.

- The tail. Very soft, very delicate, very expressive. No tugging. You will get nails through muscle. But very soft strokes and twirls are acceptable. Especially when you’re laying across her lap, and she absent-mindedly twirls it around with her hand.

- I get the feeling that Kyoka is a little awkward with words, so she would really like a physically affectionate partner, who will just lay on her and be happy to just exist together as long as you two are touching.

- Although you can’t really cuddle when she’s playing instruments for you, you stare at her adoringly while she plays. She definitely gets a little flustered when she looks up to you while playing and seeing your heart eyes (imagine not being smitten for this wonderful lady lmao clowns). She might mess up the note due to her flusteredness, and your smile wouldn’t even falter.

- I almost forgot about the patches of sunlight on the ground. While sailors memorize how the stars look during the different seasons, you memorize where the sun patches are during different times of days and seasons. You’ll sit on the floor together, and you slowly scoot around to sit in them. It’s totally obvious. But life is just better when you sit in the sunny spots, it’s literally proven by science. (I don't have sources but trust me on this. If the sun is out, you should go out and get a little bit of it. It helps you feel better.)

- Okay. Halloween. You were bribed, blackmailed, begged; every single method of persuasion was used on you. She had bought you a maid dress in your exact size (how) and she wanted you to wear it. And the thigh-highs. You weren’t really opposed, but you wanted to make her work for it. Builds character, ya know? You pretended to finally give in, and she danced around. You of course gave her some smooches after that adorable scene. And she was like ,,0_0,, . She has a whole album of photos dedicated to all the pictures and videos she took, and all the videos have her giggling in the background.

- All in all, you two are very happy together, with your more relaxed personalities going very well together.

MOMO loves creating new toys for you to use in the bedroom. she’s quite the experimentalist, enjoying the way your body squirms, keens, and arches for the toys she created just for you. they’re always the perfect length with the perfect settings. vibrators, strapons, gags, handcuffs, literally anything you could want is absolutely yours. she also loves it when you run your fingers down her body, appreciating the natural curves and dips of her body as she slowly gets more wet for you. please play with her nipples, they’re extra sensitive. don’t be surprised if she gets them pierced eventually, because fuck that’s hot and she wanted to be a little more adventurous. pierce yours with her and she will literally melt on the spot. also much more of a giver in bed. she loves that only she can make you feel that way, and she gives dirty talk like a queen. like it’s smooth, filthy, and 100% momo for you. she’s one to memorize your body, maximizing your pleasure and it feels heavenly. who knew the pretty little rich girl could be hiding such a dirty little aspect of her personality, hm?

KYOUKA adores seeing you in lingerie. there’s something about seeing you in lacy, skimpy fabric that makes her brain forget any sort of cognitive thought. if you wear fishnets, she will literally be soaking her panties before you can even slip your hand down her pants. she has a sex playlist, don’t tell me i’m wrong bc i’m not. it’s slow, reverb, with lyrics that are sultry as she gives you dark hickies along your skin. she doesn’t mind being on top or bottom, as long as she gets to grind against you, that’s all she wants. her moans are the most gorgeous fucking thing you’ve ever heard. music to your ears, the way she sings praises to your name and whines when you make her squirt all over your fingers. speaking of fingers, she’s incredibly good with hers. her nails are finely manicured since she plays instruments and she curls her digits inside your heat just right to feel you tense around them when she finds your g-spot. whenever you whimper out a tiny “ky- kyouka—” for her, a flip switches off and she has you pinned by the wrists against the wall. she can go multiple rounds too, tbh. i can definitely see her being shy, yet willing to explore your bodies together. please praise her. please take care of her. she can get a tiny bit insecure, but she is comfortable enough with you to show off her body, so build her up and show her how gorgeous she can be with your name rolling off her tongue.

OCHAKO gets fairly shy when you worship her body, but please do praise her. call her a good girl, your best girl, princess, sweetheart, anything along those lines and she will literally melt like putty in your hands. ride her thigh, make a mess all over her with your juices ruining the tights beneath her skirt. she loves it, it makes her feel so dirty and she loves it. she also loves being choked, something about having your hands around her neck, being in total control of her just makes her sob with pleasure. her tits bounce so perfectly when you fuck her with her favourite strawberry pink coloured dildo. she’s such a pillow princess, and her entire body shakes with every orgasm you guide her to. she sputters out many thank you’s, despite her hips already grinding down on the dildo again to get you to start moving. her pussy is creaming and overstimulated, but she knows that no one can give her pleasure quite like you do.

MINA goes down on you hard, unapologetically too. out of this whole list, she is most definitely the kinkiest. she ate you out in the bathroom of a pro-heroes only gala event, and your legs were hooked up on her shoulders, your moans loud as you came all over her tongue. calls you a slut, her slut, and then sprinkles in little bits of praise. can and will dom you. can and will finger you. can and will fuck you into next week until your name is the only word you can recall. her favourite position is when she lies on her back, hands behind her head as you ride her strap. your ass is facing her incase she feels the need to give you a nice smack, grinning eagerly as the slapping of your ass against her stomach has her slick coating the sheets below you. also!!! definitely one for scissoring, she just loves feeling your clit against hers. it feels a lot more intimate, and while mina goes hard, she knows when you need some loving too. when you cum together, panting and sweaty, she’ll kiss your swollen lips and call you a princess. because that’s exactly what you are, her princess to spoil rotten.

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♡︎♡︎♡︎𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊:

• Kirishima's always a big bundle of joy! And boy does he love cuddles!

• He's always the big spoon when it comes to cuddling. He just likes the idea of keeping you safe in his big strong arms, but also, he loves feeling your body against his.

• Whenever you're not with him ( or you're busy ) he hugs his pillow and pretends it's you 🥺 ( he might even use one of your shirts as a pillowcase )

• On some days however, he wishes he could be the little spoon. I like to think he's a bit nervous about telling you, since he probably doesn't view asking to be the little spoon as something 'manly'.

• He couldn't be more wrong

• On those days where he feels like this he just starts daydreaming these little fantasies of you hugging him and telling him that everything's going to be okay. Sadly they're just daydreams.

• At some point he does open up to you and tells you that he wants to cuddle, but he wants to be the little spoon.

• I like to imagine that he enters your room after some intense training, he feels so very tired, so exhausted, he just wants to fall asleep in your arms. He walks over to you, feeling rather nervous to tell you.

• But you just look at him with loving eyes. He almost melts right then and there.

• He casually goes "Uhh babe, can we cuddle?" And you nod. Waiting for him to wrap his arms around you.

• But as you wait for him, he doesn't exactly do what you were expecting him to do, he just stands there.

• "Eiji? What's wrong baby?"

• His face is as red as his hair.

• "C-can I be t-the little spoon this time? P-please?"

• "Is that what this is all about? Oh Eiji, you're so silly, of course you can be the little spoon! C'mere!" You extend your arms, waiting for him to come to you.

• "Really?! Awesome!!" He immediately runs over and climbs on the bed with you, as you wrap your arms around him.

• You've never seen him so happy! ( honestly he's got Golden Retriever energy- )

• Now he's definitely gonna ask you the be the little spoon more often.

♡︎♡︎♡︎𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒:

• Denki also loves cuddles! But for a different reason.. 👀

• Same as Kirishima, he's always been the big spoon in the relationship. But he loves it because he can get kinda freaky with you ( but only sometimes ).

• But there are days where he wants to be the little spoon too! Mostly because you get to hug him and baby him ( but also because he can shove his face in your chest like the little pervert he is )

• Of course, unlike Kirishima, Denki is more open about what he wants! So it won't be hard for him to ask for what he wants.

• But I feel like he's kinda dramatic? Y'know like, when he wants something from you he gets really whiny and starts pouting to get your attention.

• So picture him making his way to his room, when he opens the door, he sees that you're laying on his bed wearing one of his hoodies.

• He's super happy to see you, besides that day he had to deal with Bakugo almost beating his ass, so now all he wants are some cuddles.

• "Oh hey Denks, I was waiting for you to get here! How was your day baby?"

• He walks over to you, pouting, he says "Cuddle meeeee"

• "What? You want cuddles?"

• "Yess I want cuddleeess-"

• "Why? What happened?"

• "Bakugo was being mean to me again.."

• "Aww baby, you poor thing, come here!" You extend your arms.

• He literally faceplants onto your chest and wraps his arms around your waist.

• And that's how you discovered that if Denki's being a whiny bitch baby, he wants something from you. Mostly to be held in your arms 👉🏼👈🏼

A/N: Yay! I did it- I finally did the headcanons you requested! I had fun writing these! I really hope you enjoy them as well boo 💕

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“Then you get to kiss them and it’s a tie!” She said with a giggle, “Let’s show you hmmm….” Mina glanced around the room, all about people were mingling and meandering and having a good time. People from your days back in highschool, from your time at university, from different agencies and who knows where. Mostly, though, and most importantly, these were people you didn’t know.

The thought of having to kiss a stranger made your blood run cold, that was the last thing you wanted to do and besides that what if he saw? Best not think about that, after all he was… where? You didn’t know. Did you come to this stupid party just to have the chance to see him? Perhaps. Did anyone need to know that? Absolutely not.

“Ah! Kiri, Kami! Come here for a second!” Mina shouted over the music, jumping up and waving to get the respective boys' attention. You watched Kirishima point to where you were both hanging out by the couches, and saw the sheepish smile Kaminari gave him as they maneuvered their way over to you.

You tried to avoid staring, he was just so pretty. At all times. Like tonight he wore his hair back into a tiny, low ponytail, showing off the piercings in his ears; a baggy black, white and yellow shirt with a subtle lightning bolt running along the side and black jeans completed the look. Oh, and the choker. How could you forget about the choker? You felt your face heating up at just the presence of him.

“Okay, she’s never played the pocky game before! You boys down?” Mina asked cheerfully, shaking the box of pocky she pulled out of seemingly nowhere.

“Oh yeah sure! I think I’ve kissed all of my friends because I never back down haha!” Kirishima boasted with a smirk, showing off those sharp teeth.

“Don’t laugh at me, guys, but I don’t think I’ve ever played either,” Kaminari said, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Ohhhh???” Mina cooed, “Even better, then! You two can play together since it’ll be your first time! I’ll play with Kiri~”

“Apologies in advance,” Kirishima chuckled, “I hate PDA as much as the next guy but I hate losing even more.”

You shared a nervous glance with Kaminari, who’d obviously heard of the game before since he didn’t ask the rules. Oh, god. You were going to play with him. With him. The one you’d had a huge crush on since your time at U.A. The one you’d been secretly pining after for all this time. Fuck.

You watched as Mina took a pocky stick between her teeth. As they got ready to play, Kaminari took the seat beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he slouched down. You were going to ask if he was okay, but Kirishima’s voice drew your attention.

“Alright, Kami, can you be the judge?”

“Sure, sure.”

With that, Kirishima took the other end of the pocky stick between his teeth, and the way he quirked an eyebrow at Mina in a silent challenge was not lost on you. They were friends, as far as you knew, nothing more. But that doesn’t mean friends can’t kiss, right? You stole another glance at the blond on your right, his brows were furrowed in thought, his leg bouncing rapidly.

Was he… nervous?

“Alright, go!”

It was obvious that neither of them were going to pull away at the rate they were each devouring the pocky stick. Their lips met in the middle, and like in a movie, Kirishima dipped her back, supporting her weight with his big, strong arms as they kissed. Obviously not for the first time. You looked away to give them some semblance of privacy, but when you looked back to Kaminari you found him to be watching you.

Your eyes locked for a moment, neither of you speaking, both of your minds racing. What if he didn’t back down? What if you didn’t? Would it be a good opportunity to kiss your crush for the first and probably only time? Or should you do the polite thing and bow out early? He seemed outwardly just as anxious as you felt, and doubt creeped up your spine and pooled behind your ribs.

What if he was nervous because he just really didn’t want to kiss you? What if he wanted to kiss Mina or Kirishima instead? And now he was stuck with you as his partner, having never played this game before? Oh… that must be it. You tore your gaze away from him, eyes landing on the box of pocky where Mina had tossed it beside you.

Kaminari glanced at you, then at the box of Pocky, then back at you, and then he reached across you to snatch it from the couch cushion. Even though he was quick, even though he only spent a moment so close to you, it made you reel. It made your face heat up and your heart jump to your throat.

He smelled...good. You could tell from the proximity. Sandalwood and… was that, chocolate? Fitting, considering the pocky in his hand was chocolate flavoured. Would he taste like chocolate, too? Or maybe more like ozone, because of his quirk? Maybe like the beer he was sipping on, actually. Why were you so focused on this?

As you were lost in your thoughts, Kaminari flipped open the package with slightly trembling fingers, taking a piece of pocky out and slotting it between his teeth. You thought, for a moment, he just wanted a snack. Right? Because he didn’t want to kiss you. Right?

He shifted beside you, and suddenly he was leaning in, the chocolate coated biscuit reaching out toward you from between his lips. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration even as a light pink dusted his cheeks. Maybe he didn’t want to kiss you, but he’d play the game at least. Hanging around Bakugou and Kirishima must have rubbed some competitiveness off on him.

Disregarding the hammering of your heart behind your ribs, you leaned in to meet him halfway, taking the chocolate end into your mouth. When Kaminari felt the movement, his eyes shot open and your gazes locked once more, searching the other for… what?

He smiled, then, a boyish grin that always had a way of making you melt. Taking the initiative you took a bite of the biscuit, and almost dropped it at the way his face immediately turned from confident to embarrassed. Fresh pink bloomed and spread all the way to his ears as he realized that you were actually playing for real.

He took a bite, then you, then him. You moved slower than Mina and Kirishima, the nerves and tension between you palpable as you work your way closer and closer to the other’s lips. Who would give first? Who would claim the loser title? Or would you actually meet in the middle and share your first kiss?

You were so close, you would be able to feel his breath ghosting on your lips, if either of you were breathing. The anticipation builds where you stall, one bite away from the other, though both of you were too nervous to close the distance. Your hands were trembling, your mind was racing, and you realized that you were the one to take the loser title.

And so, you pulled back, immediately standing to take your leave. “Sorry,” you muttered over your shoulder to a very shocked and confused Kaminari, “I can’t kiss you knowing you don’t want it.”

Before he could even react to what just happened you were gone, and he was left alone on the couch with a half-eaten pocky stick hanging out of his mouth. Why did you think he didn’t want to kiss you? Was he that good at hiding it, or were you just dense? Hadn’t you noticed all the longing glances he sent your way? All the times he lost himself daydreaming and staring at you? Did you not overhear Kirishima moments ago hyping him up?

You thought he didn’t want to kiss you when in reality he wanted so much more than that. God, he’d spent so many nights awake, pathetically fucking his fist or humping his pillow to the thought of you. So many nights whispering your name into the darkness in a desperate plea that somewhere, somehow you were thinking of him, too.

And, most nights, you were.

“Well, don’t be stupid, man, go after her,” Kirishima said from the other sofa. Mina had disappeared, apparently finished with their make-out session. Kirishima was right, this wasn’t the time to get lost in his head, and Kaminari bolted after you without a second thought.

The cool autumn air felt wonderful against your heated skin as you leaned against the chilled brick of the house. You had gotten so close… too close. You weren’t as competitive as the others, so bowing out and being the loser didn’t matter as much to you. Not as much as almost kissing him.

DId you want your first kiss to be over a stupid game, anyway?

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head back against the wall, letting the air breeze through your hair and rustle your clothing. No, it was better this way. Now you know for sure that he-

“Hey! Why’d you run away?” It was Kaminari, jogging over to you with a hand waving above his head to draw your attention. The sight of him immediately flushed your cheeks and warmed your body. Why did he come after you? Why couldn’t he just let it go?

“I… I didn’t want to force you into anything,” you said, studying the sky instead of him. It was cloudy, and dark, no moon was visible and the only thing illuminating the two of you was the light from the window.

“Force me?” He chuckled nervously as he came to stand before you. “Why do you think you were forcing me?”

Your head snapped to look at him then, the questions burning in your eyes. He gave you that crooked, boyish smile you loved, then winked. The action of which scrunched his nose in the cutest way; making your heart flutter again.

The way you were looking at him, wide-eyed and hopeful, told Kaminari everything he needed to know in the moment. You wanted him to kiss you, maybe just as bad as he wanted to, and he wasn’t about to let the chance pass him by again.

Stepping forward, he took your hand in his; much larger and far warmer than your own. His expression softened from playful to … what was that? He looked down at you with lidded eyes, darkened cheeks and a soft smile. You’d never seen such a face on him before.

His other hand came up to gently caress your cheek and cup your jaw and you could do little more than watch him owlishly as he slowly pressed his lips to yours. In that moment, time stood still. Your breath halted in your throat, your mind blanked, when did you start clinging to his shirt? When did his arm wrap around your waist?

You were lost in the other, the kiss growing more and more heated by the second. His lips were so, so soft. He tasted like beer and chocolate in the best possible way, and his body was so warm - so hot against yours.

Kaminari pulled away, panting, eyes still closed as he processed what had just happened. He kissed you! Finally!! After all this time!!! He felt like he could conquer the world just from this.

“You kissed me…” you breathed, “Why?”

“Because you looked like you needed kissing. And because I wanted to. Have wanted to. For… a while.”

You blinked, your mind refusing to process his words for a moment. He wanted to kiss you? For a while? Maybe it wasn’t all in your head?

“Can I kiss you again?” Kaminari asked, though he was already leaning in with those citrine eyes focused on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into him as he crashed into you. He swiped his tongue out and along your bottom lip, which you responded to by opening your mouth and meeting his muscle with yours.

He moaned into your mouth at your taste, he just couldn’t help it. He’d wanted this for ages, and you felt better than he ever imagined. Kaminari was more than okay with letting you take the lead in the kiss, because as soon as he did, he was pressing you against the wall, trapping you. Not that you minded.

His hands found purchase on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gently and pushing up your shirt until he found his prize : the soft, suppleness of your bare flesh. He moaned again, feeling you shudder under his touches and when he slid his palms up your belly you inhaled sharply.

“Fuck,” you whispered into his mouth, and you tangled your fingers in his hair to tug his head back. The motion ripped a grunt from his throat, a low, feral sound. Did he… like that? “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

He grinned down at you, a devilish and mischievous look. “Do you?”

“I’m not playing games, Kaminari. If… if you want this-”

“I want this. I’ve wanted this,” you watched as his tongue darted out to taste the remnants of your kiss on his lips, “For a long time.”

You let go of his hair at his admission, finally hearing the words you’d been desperate for. “Me too.”

“Well, we can’t exactly… out here. What do you say we go back inside and find ourselves an unoccupied room?” His expression oozed confidence, but there was a waver in his voice. He was nervous.

God, fuck, he was nervous. This unspoken desire and heat between you was finally coming to a head, the tension was finally about to snap, and the straining of his cock in his pants was nearly unbearable. You wanted him, too, and that’s all Kaminari needed to know. He would finally get a taste of the girl he’s been dreaming about. The girl he’s been fantasizing about and pining over for all this time.

Luckily everyone was too drunk or too focused on what they were doing to notice you and Kaminari slip back inside and snake your way to the back bedroom. Unoccupied despite the numerous couples lining the hallway.

He shut and locked the door behind you, allowing you all the privacy you could want. The room was just a guest room, a simple bed and bare furnishings were all evidence of that. But neither of you could care less about the decorum because as soon as the door locked you were on each other again. Tongues and teeth colliding in a heated and passionate kiss, your hands tangled in his clothing, his on your back and waist.

You pushed him back, back, back until his knees hit the mattress and you toppled into his lap. The feeling of you on top of him made him moan, once again, though your lips never parted for even a moment. He slid his hands back up your shirt, tenderly slipping his fingertips up to the band of your bra which he unclasped with surprising dexterity.

As he did so, you pulled the hair band that had secured his hair in that cute little ponytail, unleashing the golden strands so they fell and framed his pretty face. Kaminari lifted your shirt, taking your bra off with it and you shuddered. The cool air grazing over your skin and pebbling your nipples. You dove back in for another kiss, but he stopped you with both hands on your shoulders.

“P-please-” he stammered, face flushed and pupils blown wide with lust. His eyebrows furrowed in the middle as he drank you in. “Let me… Let me admire you.”

Heat flitted across your cheeks, down to your shoulders at his reverence.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” his voice carried on a whisper, soft, and full of awe. His hands slid from your shoulders, caressing down your arms to rest on your waist. From there he flattened his palms over your belly causing you to shiver. Leaning forward slightly, he looked at your face with a serious and determined expression. “Can I touch you?”

Unable to speak because of nerves, you nodded. Kaminari returned his attention to your body, the tip of his pink tongue poking out from between his lips in concentration as he trailed up to your chest. As he gently kneaded your breasts, he exhaled a shaky breath causing you to look down at him.

The bulge in his pants was obvious and straining against the fabric, begging to be released. You wondered how big he was, what he looked like, how he’d feel in your hands. But as soon as you started to reach for him, he rolled your nipples between his fingers, causing you to gasp and moan.

If you kept reacting like that, Kaminari realized, he wouldn’t last long. He’d been waiting for so long, wanting you for so long, and now you were here, literally at his fingertips. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and he tried so hard to ignore the aching in his cock. He wanted to focus on you, on how you felt and the reactions you’d make. He wanted to explore you and get to know you and what made you tick.

He darted that tongue out to wet his lips, still looking up at you with adoration like you were the most important person in the world to him. You watched as he dragged his palms down the expanse of your belly, to the waistband of your bottoms. Kaminari looked up at you, a silent plea for permission to which you nodded once. In an instant he’d removed the last bit of clothing keeping you hidden from him. He licked his lips again, eyes raking over your now exposed body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. God, I can’t believe this is happening. Are you sure? I-I mean… With me?”

Instead of replying verbally, you pressed in on him, kissing him sweetly, slowly and with as much love as you could pour into it. Of course it’s you. It’s always you, dummy. I don’t want anyone else. He seemed to get the message because he moaned softly into your lips, such a lovely sound that reverberated from his throat.

You slid your hands up and under his shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it off. When you brought your arms down, you secured one palm on his neck, holding him gently to you, and let the other explore his body.

He gasped feeling your fingertips flitting over his skin, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth again. Massaging his muscle with yours, swirling around to taste every part of him you could while simultaneously pushing him back until he was flush against the mattress making him moan again. Your thumb drew sweet strokes along his cheek while the rest of your fingers cradled the back of his neck.

You felt along his chest, the soft skin there pebbling under your fingers, down his torso to touch his lean and taut belly. When you slipped a finger beneath the waist of his pants he moaned once more, louder and more desperate than before.

Kaminari must have been lost in you, in what you were doing, because his hands stayed still on your hips when before they were overeager in their exploration. Not that you minded, he seemed fine with letting you take the lead, and you were just as fine doing so. You broke the kiss, finally, a string of slick saliva connecting you.

He was so fucking cute, you realized, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed red, chest heaving all combining into a needy and desperate picture. It made you want to spoil him, but as you started to work the button on his pants, you were flipped. Not that you put up any fight, but his strength surprised you.

“I… I want to touch you first. Please?” Kaminari’s voice was light and breathy. He felt up the length of your right thigh, supporting himself with his other arm as he did so. His fingers were delicate, but put enough pressure to make you hum at the feeling.

When he got to the valley between your heat and your leg, he paused, splaying his fingers over your belly and rubbing along the skin there. So close to where you wanted him most, but too far. He surely could feel how hot you were, how wet you were, but he still waited on your permission. “Kami if-”

“Denki.”

“Eh?”

“Call me Denki, if we’re doing this, we should use given names, yeah?”

“D-denki…” you hummed, feeling out the way his name tasted on your tongue. At hearing the way it sounded in your voice, he shivered. It was everything he wanted and more.

You cupped his cheeks in both of your hands and smiled warmly up at him, “Denki~” you cooed, making his cock throb again. That was all he needed, all it took to have him slicking his thumb up and down your soaked slit. Causing you to gasp and your back to arch.

“Fuck you’re soaked, babygirl. Because of me?” He continued his slow ministrations, doing nothing more but gathering your essence and making a bigger mess out of you. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough by far and you encouraged him by grinding your hips down into his hand. His words only served to make you needier for his touch, though Denki didn’t seem to want to rush things.

You nodded, swallowing hard and suddenly shy under his citrine gaze. He studied you carefully, with every swipe of his thumb he gauged your reaction, finding out exactly where you liked it most, how he could touch you to elicit more of those pretty moans that he loved. He leaned over you more, pressing on knee into the mattress beside you and kissing up your shoulder to your neck where he planted a series of soft kisses. As he did, a finger found its way to your entrance, and teased in slow circles while his thumb worked around your clit.

His avoidance of giving you what you wanted was intentional, he delighted so much in your neediness and desperation that he didn’t want it to end. After all, who would have thought you would be here with a guy like him? Letting him have his way with you? Letting him touch you like this? It might be the only chance he’ll get, so he was going to make the most of it.

You let your legs fall apart to give him better access and you could feel him smirk against where he kissed at your throat. “You like that, babygirl? You’re so fucking wet for me, god I can’t believe it.”

With that he dipped that finger into your core, pressing into your clit at the same time which caused you to squirm and moan, finally getting some relief. “Ngh- D-Denki-” you hummed and that was too much for him. Hearing his name moaned like that in your voice? His cock was aching, it hurt from lack of attention and he wanted so, so badly to just rip his pants off and bury himself deep in your cunt. To fuck you until he was seeing stars like he’d fantasized about doing so many times before.

But no, he wanted it to be special this time. Perhaps the only time. So he’d deal with it for now by focusing on you and your pleasure. As he added a second finger, curling them both up to hit your sweet spot while also thumbing over your clit, he also started suckling on your neck. He managed to hit the perfect spot with his mouth, right where it felt the best for you and at all the stimulation you felt yourself succumbing to that boiling hot coil that tightened in your belly.

Feeling the need for some attention on your breasts, and since Denki’s hands were busy at the moment, you massaged them yourself, pinching at your nipples and pulling slightly just the way you liked. And it was as if the stars aligned in just the right way to send you suddenly hurtling over the edge of pleasure, because he curled his fingers just right, swirling around your clit to hit just the place, his mouth was so hot on your throat… It was the perfect storm and your orgasm hit you hard and out of nowhere.

“Oh, fuck, baby are you cumming?” Denki asked, coming up from your neck with a small slurp to clean off his saliva. One look at your expression told him all he needed, your mouth lulled open in a silent shout, eyes closed, brow furrowed as your cunt fluttered and pulsed around him. He worked you through it, watching you closely. Engraving the beautiful sight before him into his mind to treasure forever.

It was the first time he made you cum, and he never wanted to forget it. From just his fingers, no less! You must either be really horny or really into him; Denki hoped for both. Your body relaxed once the waves of pleasure ebbed, and he pulled his hand away from your cunt. “Damn, you didn’t even warn me, but fuck that was hot.”

He popped those two fingers into his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them and tasting all of you with a smirk that caused his nose to scrunch. You were still catching your breath as he moved to take off his pants. Finally you’d get to see that cock you’ve been dreaming of.

“Sorry, babe. I just… I can’t wait anymore. Is it okay?” He asked even as he positioned himself between your legs, hoisting you into his lap slightly with those impossibly strong arms. At the moment Denki was not concerned with things like condoms or birth control, he just needed some relief on his cock, he’d figure it out later.

You glanced down, finally coming to your senses, and you were not disappointed with what you saw. His dick was long, slender, and pretty. The head wasn’t very prominent, and there was a pleasant upward curve to it. He had short, groomed blond hairs just at the base that trailed all the way up to his belly button; at the thickest part there was a little black streak. The most surprising thing about his cock was the piercing that sat right at the base of his head on the underside, it made you bite your lip.

Fuck that’s really hot.

He slid the head of his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick and lubricating himself to prepare. But with each pass, he shuddered. You were still so wet and you felt so divine after being so hard for this long that he thought he might bust just from rubbing against you.

“Denki~” you whined, reaching out to him and pressing just the tips of your fingers into his hips, “I need you, please? Please fuck me.”

God, you were begging for him now. For him. He couldn’t take it, he was going to explode and ruin everything and your first time together will have been wasted.

“Denki?”

“Y-yeah, sorry I just… fuck you’re so perfect I don’t think I can last.”

Maybe he needed a little coaxing? You pressed him backwards so that you could kneel in front of him, putting you at eye-level. Shuffling forward to close the distance between you, you kissed him again and his hands immediately found your waist, sliding around and up your back to pull you flush against him.

His cock was so hard against your thigh, you almost felt bad for him. It must have been painful. You let his tongue into your mouth, and then wriggled your hips so that his dick slipped between your thighs, causing him to groan a soft ‘fuck’. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, pulling his hips more towards you and slowly you started moving. He jerked involuntarily, the friction of your thighs in combination with the slick of your cunt felt so fucking good.

He broke the kiss to lean his head down on your shoulder while you fucked him with your thighs, and you could feel just how close he was in the way his arms shook around you, the way his breath came out in ragged pants, and the soft mewls he let out. Denki was downright pitiful, and you played idly with his hair as you brought him closer.

“You like this, baby? You like fucking my thighs?” you cooed, “I want you to cum for me, Denki. I want you to cum just from this. Can you do that babyboy?”

He nodded, unable to form coherent words. He started bucking into you with intention now, chasing his release as he found purchase with palms flattened on your hips. He sputtered, rutting in an uneven pace as he drew closer and closer and -

“NNgg-fuck! I’m - hhhahh hhhnnn c-cummi-ng!” his words were broken and cut with loud, throaty moans as he spurted seed all over; between your thighs to add more lubrication, over the sheets behind you, on your calves… Everywhere, even dribbling down your legs to pool between your knees. Denki came a lot, and he wasn’t sure he'd ever come that hard in his life.

When he tried to pull away, you trapped him against you, continuing to rock your hips and overstimulating him. His body jerked and convulsed, high-pitched whines and gasps choking out of his throat.

“T-too much- hhhahh please-” he whimpered, but even as he was desperate for you to have mercy on his sensitive cock, he felt himself start to harden again.

Maybe it was just you, the effect you had on him, because he’d never managed to cum twice in the same day before despite his best efforts. Would this time with you be his first?

“You’re so sexy, babyboy, cumming for me so pretty.” You cooed again, right beside his ear. “Can I make you cum again?” You asked sweetly and it was all Denki could do to nod.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me? I wanna see your pretty ass on display.”

Denki’s heart jumped to his throat, what exactly were you planning? His body moved on it’s own to obey you, but he was nervous. What were you going to do? He hadn’t prepared to get pegged today, even if he wanted it. His face hit the cool linen of the pillow, his back arching to display himself for you with knees spread.

This was a very vulnerable position, and his cheeks darkened considerably. He was glad he could bury himself in the pillow so that you couldn’t see such an expression. The bed dipped behind him, he could feel your hands knead into the plush fat of his rear and he whined. Oh god, what were you going to do to him?

“So fucking gorgeous, Denki.”

Why’d you have to dote on him so much? He wasn’t used to all this praise, all these sweet words that somehow sent even more heat to his cheeks.

You meant it. He was all hairless down here, his hole tight and pink, his balls soft and plush, his cock just as pretty. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

You bent down, ghosting your breath right over his core while you wrapped your fingers gently around his length. He jolted, his groans muffled by the pillow only growing louder when you laved your tongue over his hole. “Fuck….” he breathed, his cock throbbed in your hand and you knew then he was even more into this than you’d expected.

Slowly you circled his pucker with your tongue, stroking him languidly to keep his cock hard. Pre dribbled out of his head, dripping down between his knees and you started pumping faster as you pushed your tongue inside.

He tasted as you’d expect, salty, metallic, not wholly unpleasant, but his reactions were worth every swirl, every thrust, every wriggle of your tongue as deep as you could get it. With fresh vigor, you ate his ass mercilessly, delighting in the way his cock throbbed and pulsed; in the way his thighs shook and twitched. His body had such a delicious reaction, but his sounds were the cherry on top. Whines and moans and whimpers and gasps, ragged sighs and soft swears, all unbridled and stifled by that pillow.

Denki had lost all composure by now, getting lost in the way you worked over his hole, milked his cock, massaged his balls gently. He was going to cum again, and it was going to happen fast. He’d never been treated like this, he’d never experienced this before even if he’d fantasized about it. You were the first person to touch him like this and he hoped you’d be the last.

You could tell he was getting close, bucking down into your hand with shaking hips, moans growing louder, muscles taught and ready. You worked him to the edge, and rode along the edge until he exploded. His orgasm hit him hard, so much more intense than the first. Cum spurted out in thick ropes and coated the sheets beneath him, his ass fluttered around your tongue, and a long, deep groan rumbled in his chest.

He panted, unable to think straight as you gently pulled away from him and scrambled to find something to clean up with. It wasn’t perfect but you found an old-looking shirt of unknown origin in the dresser and used it to wipe him down; your touches far too much considering how sensitive he was. Once he was clean, you helped him roll over and away from the cum-stained blankets, one arm covering his eyes as he tried to recover.

You pulled the soiled sheets aside to lay next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. Denki was still breathing heavily, reeling from the intensity of not only cumming twice but also cumming from something he’d never done before. And with you, the girl he’s desired for so long.

“Are you okay?” you asked after a moment of letting him gather himself.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I’m okay…” he whispered, moving his arm so he could look down at you.

The expression on his face almost made you cry, it was so soft, so gentle, so full of… love.

“Sorry, I’m sorry it wasn’t good for you…”

“What are you talking about? It was perfect.”

“But we didn’t even-”

“We didn’t have to, Denki. I’m just happy to be with you. Besides, it's not like this is our only chance.”

“Really?”

“I meant it when I said I wanted you… for a long time. I don’t just mean this, I mean I…”

You swallowed hard, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you were too afraid to say it. What if it drove him away? Made him nervous?

Denki rolled over to face you, resting his arm around your waist just as you’d done to him and levelled you with those gorgeous yellow eyes. “Me too.” he whispered, catching your lips in a tender and soft kiss. And that was all you needed to know.