hoekageyama

[hoekageyama]

Wingman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kaminari is an insecure idiot, Breeding, Oral(ish), Light Choking, V. v. v Slight FemDom, Saturnari Coded. Word Count: 7.5k.

Summary: Kaminari has always been the wingman, but with you, he wants to be anything but...

Coming out tonight was a bad idea.

Through some miracle, the whole gang has managed to swing the same night off, a rarity that Kaminari should be enjoying, but even as he watches all his friends cut loose, he can't say he shares in their excitement.

Slouched in the back of a booth, he nurses his fourth drink. It had taken almost twenty minutes to convince everyone to go have fun without him. He'd fed them all the usual excuses – that he was tired, his new shoes where a touch tight, he was too busy scouting for girls and didn't want them hanging around to ruin his vibe. It had been the last one that had sold it, which was ironic. Kaminari shifts to itch the back of his calf with the point of a shoe. He'd be okay here, camped out in the corner with nothing, but a drink and a sinking sense of disappointment.

In the middle of the club, Kirishima has his arms wrapped around Bakugo's neck. His nose is pressed to his cheek, lips barely a millimetre from pale skin as to better whisper low to him. Around them, a steady flow of interceptors try, and fail, to slip between them.

Sero is at the bar. He leans lazily against it, an elbow dug into hardwood at an angle that just lets him hold his drink without dropping it. Already, there's a semi-circle of women around him. They touch him in the absent way one touches something they want to own. He doesn't stop their advances.

Somewhere out there is Mina, too, but she moves too quick to spot. Flitting between groups of people, she dazzles anyone who so much as glances in her direction without pausing to tarry on just one conquest.

Then... There's you.

Kaminari finds his gaze drifting, naturally, until he finds you. He's just keeping an eye on you. Or, at least that's what he's telling himself. He can see Sero looking too, and the occasional glances Bakugo spares you before he's twirled away and forced to break his line of sight. Mina, as well, he's seen it and even though Kirishima thinks he's being subtle, he's not.

He wonders which of them you want. Which you'd let take you home and touch, delicate, against your skin. You could have any of them, that much is for sure, but that doesn't stop the acidic burn that washes his throat when he thinks about his own odds. With friends like his, Kaminari has long since come to terms with always being the last choice.

'Kami!' You slip into the booth ass first and almost, almost, lose an inch of your gin. Righting the glass, you tap your shoulder playfully against his, reveling in the way the muscle of his bicep twitches with the contact.

Kaminari sighs, running a finger around the lip of his glass. At this point, he figures it'll just be less painful to beat you to the punch. 'So go on.' He fixes his smile back into place, erasing the edges of a frown and looks out at the mess of people on the dance floor. 'Who's your type?'

'Huh?'

'Which one?' He pretends to have already suffocated the wisp of hope alight in his chest and forces a chuckle up his throat. He wiggles his eyebrows at you while almost white-knuckling his drink. 'Because Sero'll take you home like yesterday, but he's got metal in his... Y'know, so if that's not your bag you might want to try one of the other two... Maybe, both?' He cocks his head, smirks without the mirth. 'Or, fuck, do you want Mina's number?' His intonation spikes towards the end, curiosity and panic bleeding into his tone.

'I don't want any of them...' You frown and shake your head, moving to lay a hand on his shoulder, but just before your fingers can play against the cuff of his t-shirt, he moves.

'C'mon. You don't have to play coy with me.' Shoulders tensing, he tries to steady the beating of his heart. The small fire in his chest is still kindling, burning hope bright and sure. Best not to let you touch him until it's extinguished then - he'd only be letting himself get the wrong idea. 'I am supposed to be the wingman and all that...'

'Kaminari.' His ignorance is endearing. There's a pinkness on his cheeks that makes you want to kiss them, but you'll have to get to the root of the reason he won't let you get close if you're looking to live out that fantasy.

Unperturbed, Kaminari continues on with each of his words stinging like small splinters wedged under his skin. It's not like he hasn't done this before, helped one of his friends hook up with the object of his desire, but you – you're different. He likes you. 'Personally, I'd say try your luck with Kirishima first if you're not up for handling a bit of a brat, Bakugo can be -.'

'Kaminari -.'

'And Mina! Well, Mina's...'

'Kaminari, I don't want any of them.'

Kaminari tenses. No. Don't do that. He doesn't want you to fan the flames, doesn't think he can take being swallowed alive by that fire tonight. The tone that lifts from his tongue is sharp, cracking like a whip between you. 'I said you don't have to do that -.'

It only makes you smile. 'Denki...' You coo. Then, when he tucks his chin to his chest, you lift it with a finger and force him to look: to see.

'Baby.'

'Huh?'

'I said.' You keep hold of his chin and make him watch your mouth as you speak, enunciating every word as clearly as you can. 'I don't want any of them...'

'Oh...' He nods despite having not digested any of your words. Until... His jaw drops, mouth rounding. 'Oh.'

The tip of his nose has pinkened, glowing soft in the dim lights of the club and his eyes are shining, golden half-moons bright as they flicker subconsciously from your eyes to your lips and then back again.

Cocking your head, you chuckle. 'You can't really expect me to buy that you don't know when you're being hit on?'

'I – Women don't usually...' He trails off as embarrassment coils low in his gut. Once upon a time, he'd fancied himself a ladies man, but by the end of high-school he'd been made aware that promiscuity was simply a dream for him. He'd been the last to lose his virginity and even then, he's pretty sure Camie fucked him out of pity. A familiar swirl of uneasiness whips around his stomach as the ever-present tendrils of insecurity wiggle and twist. 'I mean – Have you seen my friends?'

You snort, refusing to give him an inch. 'Have you seen yourself?'

You laugh and Kaminari thinks he'll never have to listen to music again. 'I don't – I'm not.'

Shaking your head, you press a finger to his lips and smirk. 'Mr. If I hear one more stupid thing fall out of your mouth I'm gonna have to kiss it.'

He chuffs before he's able to stop it, one million dull insults swelling in his chest. He never was good at saying the right thing and people have always been too keen to point it out. 'Gonna be kissing me a lot then.'

'Yeah?' A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest at the thought of stealing multiple of his kisses. It makes your shoulders tight and your stomach feel light.

Kaminari nods. 'They don't call me Dunce Face for -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. Just as you'd promised. It's a soft thing, a barely-there graze of lips, but he reels back from it almost breath-taken. Reaching up, you play with a strand of blond falling from his fringe and wait, patiently for his brain to catch up with the situation. Truth be told, you've had your eye on Kaminari for a while, but when even your blatant flirting at the last squad BBQ hadn't been enough to convince him of your interest, you'd decided to take more divisive measures.

An airy chuckle breaks Kaminari's lips. 'I might have to say stupid stuff more often, because – mmhmph.'

You kiss him again.

'I don't just get kisses when I say something stupid though, do I -.'

And again.

This time, he lets himself sink. He's still not really sure what's going on. Maybe one of the others put you up to this, to make this night one to remember – but, as your mouth migrates from his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and neck, he struggles to dwell on whatever scheme has lead to him being here. A dull pressure slips easily up his thigh, skating over the ripped denim of his jeans until he can feel your fingers curl at the join of his thigh. Spit sticks in his throat, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch, to curl around your arm and hip. 'I -.' He reels back with a heaving chest. The words tumbling from his mouth before he can catch them. 'I can't – don't – I don't want...'

You flinch back as if burnt.

The absence of your body crowding against his makes his entire chest feel cold, but he pushes on, tripping over his thoughts as he goes. 'I – fuck – Okay. So I think, I think you're... I think you're so fucking pretty, like wow, like holy shit you're – you're incredible, okay, but I don't... I can't, if you...' He looks down, then back up at where Sero is standing at the bar.

The other man looks at him, cocks an eyebrow and smirks, just enough to still seem nonchalant.

'If you're looking for a one night stand or something, then – then you're better off taking Sero home.' Squeezing an eye shut, he braces for impact – ignoring the pain that flares in his chest when he thinks of you slipping back out of the booth. He's gotten a taste now. He's not sure how he's supposed to ever forget about that.

'Kaminari, you fucking moron.' You blink and shake your head, ignoring the flittering anger that bubbles steady in your chest.

'Huh?' Cocking his head, Kaminari is almost wounded by the idea that – should he not feel as though he's just stumbled into something remarkably more serious – he'd be getting a kiss for whatever idiocy has just fallen out of his mouth.

You shove him. 'Who said I was just trying to fuck you – you -.'

'But -.'

'Do I really need to say it out loud? Do you want me to write it down? Text it to you?'

Kaminari feels something close to panic flood his veins as he watches disbelief wash clean over your features. 'I don't – When...'

'I could not have been any more obvious. I was practically falling over you at the barbecue. Kirishima's mums wouldn't stop saying how much of a cute couple we where...' Shaking your head, you widen your eyes and shout even louder over the music. '… You went along with it! I asked you to be my date to Bakugo's fucking award show last fucking week... I thought you -' A dizziness plants itself at the base of your skull. Honestly, you'd thought you'd been playing the long game. Convincing him of his worthiness, of your interest, but now... Now you're starting to think all of that energy might have gone to waste.

Kaminari blinks. 'You weren't just...' He swallows as something squirms in his stomach. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd misunderstood someone's intentions. Fuck, his and Momo's entire friendship is built off of the fact that he thought she'd been flirting with him and not just adopting him as some kind of awkward best-friend, who she could gossip with and put make-up on when she got bored. That had been one Hell of an awkward conversation. He can still remember how sweet she'd been when he'd slipped a hand onto her knee, how she'd cooed at him and apologised for giving him the wrong impression. It had been humiliating. Even if he did manage to swing a pretty amazing friend out of it.

'Just what?'

'Just being nice.'

You shake your head, still somewhat perplexed. 'No, Denki, I'm not just being nice. You ever see me pull that shit with anyone else?'

It feels as though someone has just doused gasoline onto the fire in his chest. Hope wraps itself around his lungs and squeezes until he has no other option other than to haul in a shallow breath. 'No.'

Huffing, you chew on your lip and fix him with a stare, eyebrows raising on your forehead. 'Exactly, and if I have my way, I'll be one Hell of a lot nicer.'

With his tongue stuck to the basin of his mouth, Kaminari summons the strength to mutter a soft: 'Really?' Already his body has broken out in a chill. Anticipation uses his spine as a ladder, causing the muscle of his back to tense and straighten his posture.

'Mmmhmm.' Leaning forward, you plant your elbows on the table and push your tits together. You don't miss how his Adam's apple bobs, or the way he finds himself unable to drag his eyes back up from your cleavage. 'So... You gonna let me be nicer to you, Kaminari?'

'It's – it's a bit of a mess, I – uh...'

You barely allow Kaminari to shut the door before you have him pressed against it. Your hands reach out to cup his face, fingers touching soft as they curl around the back of his neck and thread softly into the hair at the base of his skull. 'I don't care that you haven't cleaned up, Denki.'

He chuckles, disbelief and excitement mixing together in the basin of his throat as he his hands ball to fists at his sides. Static fills his joints. There's so much energy bubbling up inside of him that he doesn't quite know what to do with it. It zips through him, paralysing and energising in equal measure as he loses himself to your touch.

'I...' Swallowing, he leans forward until his forehead touches against yours. It grounds him, combines with the dull scratching of your nails on his scalp and lets him breathe. 'I really – Fuck, I can't believe this is happening.'

You laugh, eyes fluttering shut for a second as you bask in his gaze. You're not sure if he knows he's doing it, but Kaminari looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world. Large, luminescent irises highlight his adoration, spotlighting every inch of you as his eyes flicker from yours, to your lips, to the dip of your collarbones. 'Yeah...' You huff. 'Well best start believing.'

It's a messy stumble to his bedroom, a mix of uncoordinated limbs and hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands are everywhere and greedy, grabbing at anything he can: the small of your back, your waist, your ass.

'Oh, shit...' He mumbles against your lips, already drunk and pulls back just enough to catch your eye. 'Is that...' Licking his lips he raises a hand to his own mouth and tests the stickiness there. 'Is that strawberry?'

Nodding, you subconsciously let your tongue dart out to taste. The gloss is barely tacky, almost gone from Denki's assault. Instead, you can see it on his lips – the faint shimmering of pale pink that glitters in the low light. If you kissed him again now, you're sure you'd be able to taste it too.

'It's nice.' He chuckles, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

Humming, you wrap a palm around the back of his neck and pull him in close, feeling his breath on your cheeks. 'Yeah?' It feels juvenile, getting butterflies over the evidence of your kiss, but there's no denying the pins and needles that perforate the insides of your lungs.

'Yeah....' There's a smile tugging at his lip. The steadily darkening of his cheeks suits him, makes the cool gold in his eyes stand out, alive and clear, against the burning plain of his features. What starts out as a small fire ignited on the high of his cheek bones is soon scorched earth across much of his nose, reaching to the peak of his chin. The joy makes him look boyish. Distractingly handsome as he erupts into another foray of half-digested laughter.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and taste strawberries. It mixes with something harsher, the spirit he had been so easily tipping down his throat back in the club; but underneath the tart and fruit mixture all you can taste is undeniably: him.

It's a stray trainer and the edge of Denki's oddly coloured purple mattress that is your eventual undoing. You'd been too lost in each other to notice that the slow push of small steps backwards had run it's course, leaving little room for anything other than a fall.

You go down hard.

Denki hits the mattress first, his back concave, arms stretching up to pull you close before you'd even managed to feel the bite of the connection. He reaches up, brushing his fingers across your cheeks as if to check for injuries he knows you don't have.

'Isn't this the part where you ask me if it hurt when I fell?' You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, but it doesn't work.

The noise is infectious, making him break out too. 'I don't know about you, but it fucking hurt me.'

Kissing his nose, you carefully spread your legs to bracket his hips and push up, until you can hover over him with your hands denting the mattress at either side of his head. 'Always knew you'd fall for me, eventually.'

He rolls his eyes, but blushes deeper. Cupping your chin, he rubs a thumb across your jaw. 'I never thought you'd fall too, though.'

'Less of that.' Sitting up, you playfully slap at his shoulder before letting your hands skate down the sides of his arms. When you reach his wrists, you take hold of him and list, encouraging his palms to find a place on your thighs. Shivering at his touch, you swallow a smile.

'Touch me.'

As soon as the hold on his wrists loosens, his hands start to shake. Left to his own devices he finds himself torn, eyes eating away greedily at your body as he decides just where to lay his hands first. 'Can I...' His voice shakes, nerves soaking into the back of his tongue as he hooks a finger around the top of your dress. 'Can I take this off?'

Rolling your shoulders, you nod. You can feel the flex of his stomach muscles underneath you as he curls himself into a half-crunch to reach you. His hands skate across your shoulders, fingers catching on the thin material of the straps as he gently, slowly, encourages them down your arms.

There's something caught in his throat as he watches the material slide. It slinks down your skin, stretching around the width of your shoulders before coming back together when you pinch your elbows in towards your core.

You let the material bunch around your waist, exposing your chest to the air as you perch In his lap. Already, the cold has your nipples pebbling, rising to the air as the faint buzz of arousal continues to make a mockery of your nervous system.

'Sh – Shit.' He breathes. His hands twitch into the air automatically, rising to hover over the ruched material of your dress. There's a desperation in his fingertips, a burning itch that has his ligaments twitching as he attempts to commit every inch of your body to memory.

'Hey...' Huffing air out of your nose, you press your palms to his. His fingers slot between yours easily, allowing you to squeeze tightly once before retracting your touch. Tensing your fingers, you don't have to encourage him much before he's taking a firm hold of your chest and smoothing his thumbs across the apex of your tits.

A shaky breath bullies it's way from Kaminari's mouth, the dull click of his throat audible as he swallows down the groan vibrating through his chest. 'You're... Why're you, so – so soft?..'

You chuckle, the noise bouncing your chest in his hands as he continues to slowly explore your skin. 'I moisturise.'

At that, a laugh breaks through the lull. It's full bodied and high, a giggle born from pure amusement that makes the apples of his cheeks glow. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You repeat and take his hands once more, encouraging him to take a rougher grip of you. ''m soft here.' Pressing his palms up, you let your chest spill into his hands, but before he can even think about taking a hold of you, you're moving him on. '...And here.'

Next, you skate his hands down your sides making him feel the swell of your curves as your waist gives way to the shape of your hips. 'But...' Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs below his palms and lift, forcing him to venture across the bunched material of your dress until you can nestle one of his hands against your thigh and the other, square over the mound of your cunt. 'I think I'm the softest here.'

Denki moans. Even through the sheer lace of your underwear he can feel how wet you are. It warms the pad of his thumb, making his skin tingle as he presses just so against the raw bud of your clit.

You jolt, even the gentle touch of his thumb making your cunt clench with anticipation. Humming under your breath, you let go of his hand to tug at the collar of his shirt. 'Off... C'mon, it's not fair.' You're whining now, hips moving in the smallest circles you can manage against his stationary pressure.

'Hmm?' Mesmerised by your sudden neediness, he has to shake his head to bring his brain back online for long enough to process your request; but as soon as he does, he's sitting up and almost unseating you in his haste to get rid of his shirt. He yanks at the back of the material, hoisting it over his head and tossing it as far as he can manage. Curling his spine, he blinks up at you with hazy golden eyes and offers you an expectant smile. It twitches the corner of his mouth, pulling his lips into an expression that almost shows his teeth.

'That better?'

You nod and lift your hands to his shoulders. His skin, now bare, is warm under your palms. The lean muscle tangled over his bones is firm and yet, soft; moving delicately under your touch with each of his unsteady inhales. Your eyes eat at him greedily, at the surprising broadness of his shoulders, the cleft of his chest and the neat rolls of his stomach as he bends.

Shifting, he feels chews on the edge of his lip. 'W- What?'

'Nothing...' You smile, pulling your eyes back up to his. 'Just looking at you.'

'Why?'

Lifting a hand, you smooth your knuckles down his cheek. 'Because you're pretty...'

He blushes. Bright red blooms on the tips of his cheek bones and runs like a river down his face until almost his entire chest is flushed.

'… And,' you smirk. 'I think you're going to look even prettier when you're inside me.'

A strangled whimper leaves his throat. It catches behind his Adam's apple, clicking audibly in the new dull silence of the room. His hands lift, fingers digging crescents into the fat of your thighs as he tries to stop his hips from rutting up and into the softness of your cunt.

'You like the idea of that?' Using your thumb, you pull down his lip, exposing gum. 'Like the idea of being inside of me. You wanna fill me up, huh?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Y – Yeah. Fuck, yeah... Wanna, wanna fuck you.' His grip tightens, eyes unable to be torn away from yours. Grinding down, he shifts his ass further into the mattress, trying and failing to slink away from your heat.

'Good boy.' You kiss him softly, letting him whine into your mouth, but before he can lurch forward and deepen the kiss, you're pulling back and shimmying off of his lap.

For a moment, he attempts to move with you. His head follows, lips still pursed and searching even as you almost clear his knees, but all too soon there's the obvious indents of your fingers in his chest stopping him.

Your hands fiddle with the button of his jeans, making quick work until you're able to slip your hands under the waistband. 'Lift your hips.'

He does, complying easily as you rid him of the offending material. Resting himself on his elbows, he watches as you drop the clothing off the end of the bed and lean back just enough to snake your way out of your dress. He licks his lips. Your body twists, exposing the rough curves of your hips as you shimmy to reposition yourself on the bed. The plush fat of your breast swaying, nipples flat in a way that makes him want to taste them, to feel them plump on his tongue.

Holding onto the small amount of cognition that he still possesses, he uses it to drink in the sight of you perching over his hips.

Lowering yourself onto your elbows at either side of pelvis, you feel your skin prickle under his gaze. Burning suns threaten to scorch your skin as he devours you, eyes everywhere, committing even your most unattractive details to memory. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable and powerful, having him so captivated without even a touch. Shivering against his gaze, you dip your head and, while keeping your eyes on his, lick a long, thick stripe across the hardness straining against his boxers.

It's like he's just been shocked. Two million vaults course up through his legs with a violence that makes his eyes roll. His cock twitches, jumping against your touch even as you pull away. 'Not... Fuck, that's not fair.'

'No?' You cock your head and purse your lips, pressing the softest of kisses to his covered head.

'No: fuck.' Stretching out his shoulders, he tries to loosen the tension quickly building in his stomach. The last thing he wants is to paint the insides of his boxers and become the latest laughing stock of your friends. Clamping shut his eyes, he breathes deep, but his breathe is stolen again too soon when he feels your tongue press hard against his cock again. Reaching down, he catches hold of the front of your throat.

'That's not going to make me stop, baby.' You laugh, lowering your head again and pushing your throat against his palm. 'If anything, it's going to make me tease you more.'

The rough pads of his fingers dig in for a moment, half-crescents threatening to mark your throat as he tests his grip before releasing you. Rocking his head back onto the pillow, he feels the elastic of his boxers pull from his hips and slip until it's nestled below his balls.

As soon as it's released from its confines, Denki's cock snaps back against his stomach. It's a pretty thing. Slight in it's length, with a girth that is comfortable enough to sit perfectly in your palm and a soft rose to the skin; just looking at him makes you want to swallow him down. His head is darker, a deep red where it peaks from underneath his foreskin and weeps pearled white over his shaft where it races its way to the thick copse of dirty blonde hair that gathers around the base. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck ever so softly.

Denki whimpers. Reaching up, he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stem the onslaught of stimulus threatening to reduce him to a premature end. His breath stutters in his chest, caught somewhere underneath his diaphragm as he feels your tongue slip over his head and inch beneath the stretch of his foreskin.

Moaning, you bob slowly on his cock swallowing barely an inch before he's pushing his ass into the mattress and trying to scramble away.

'Shit. Hang on, hang on...' Hand shooting down, he grips the base of his cock with an almost bruising pressure while still wriggling backwards. 'Don't wanna... I don't -.' His breath comes out in pants, his chest caving in with each shaky inhale as he prays for his body not to betray him.

'Are you okay?' Wiping your lip, you sit up and cock your head. You're about to reach for him voice dripping with concern when he peaks open an eye to stare at you.

A dull laugh skips from his tongue when he takes in the confusion lacing your features, allowing him enough air to splutter out a broken: 'Was... Fuck, wasn't going to last.'

'I barely touched you -.'

'Guess I just find you that hot, huh?' With his pulse steadying, he chances a steady stroke of his cock gathering both pre-cum and spit in the twist of his fist. 'You, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?'

Settling back over his hips, you reach for the hand not wrapped around his cock and interlace your fingers before guiding him to your hip. It takes a simple hook of your finger before the heat of your cunt is exposed, underwear unceremoniously tugged aside to allow you to reposition Denki's hand beneath you. 'You have no idea, either.'

The first grind of your cunt across his knuckles has him sucking in breath. Each bone catches against your clit, coating him in your arousal as soft moans begin to leak from your mouth. It makes his stomach twist, his cock twitching in his hand as he feels your need grow large enough to match his own. 'I – I think I'm getting one.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' He swallows. The edges of his vision swim, growing blurry as he struggles to comprehend you grinding on his hand and soaking his lap. Even with the tension still around the base of his cock, he can feel it twitch in his hand, desperate to feel the sweet recess of your cunt. 'I'm... Fuck, I'm not gonna...'

You cock your head, a smile playing at your lip as he trips over his words. 'C'mon, use your words.'

Groaning, he rocks his head back on his shoulders before fixing you with a needy gaze. He speaks quickly, with barely a breath between words as if there isn't even enough time for him to finish his sentence. 'If... Fuck, if you're serious about wanting to sit on my cock, you're going to have to do it soon because just looking at you has me nearly -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. It's immediately deep, needy in its pace and leaves both of you panting when you finally pull away. Resting your nose against his, you whisper into the slither of space between you. 'You want me to fuck you, baby?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Fuck, yeah. Yeah. I want you – shit, want you so bad.' Twisting his palm, he uses his thumb to gently tap at the hood of your clit. With each subtle moan he earns from your chest, his taps become longer, harsher, causing you to bite your lip and grind down onto him.

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours to inch him away. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth as he whimpers, chest hollowing at the idea of being parted from you for even a moment.

Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before reaching between your own thighs and taking hold of his cock.

He releases himself as soon as he feels your fingers close around his shaft. His cock pulses, twitching into your hold as you give him a single cursory stroke, spreading the pre-cum leaking down over his skin from tip to root. Flicking your eyes back up to his, you feel the dull thrum of arousal beating in your cunt as you watch his lips drop open even with the little friction you've allowed him. 'Look at you... You're almost as wet as me.'

A blush blooms high on his cheeks, his eyes blowing almost black; turning his eyes into a solar eclipse. His mouth moves, but the words stick in his throat – leaving nothing but a moan able to escape as he nods in agreement.

Wiggling your hips, you shift back and line him up. You're dripping, skin shining with slick as you slowly, slowly, lower yourself down onto his cock.

Immediately, his hands clamp solid around your waist. His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as he huffs. You feel divine, hot and wet and squeezing him so tightly that it's hard for him to focus. The edges of his vision blur, his head swimming even though you've barely taken an inch of him. 'Shit, shit... Fuck -.'

'You feel so good.' You finish his sentence for him. His cock forces you to stretch around him, opening you up as you continue to sink down onto him. It's a mild presence, but one that manages to press up on every single nerve inside of you making you want to cry out. Your thighs shake, hands reaching forward to splay over his chest to steady yourself as you finally bottom him out. The nest of blond pubic hair at his base tickles against your clit, causing you to gasp and roll your hips, searching for more.

'I -.' Trying to pull his head from the pillow, Denki stares through the haze of his eyes. 'I'm not gonna last.' His grip tightens on your waist, a new desperation crawling into his voice as he almost whispers... 'Wanna – fuck, wanna make you feel good though.'

'Yeah?' Lifting yourself, you sink back down onto him with ease and shiver against the flare of pleasure that twists your stomach up into knots.

'Please...' Denki's throat is raw, tightening around his plea.

Desperation fills his chest as he watches the point at which you're joined. His eyes fixate on it. On where your body stretches for him, cunt open and drooling as you take him with ease; the flushed bud of your clit twitching each time you manage to impale yourself just right. 'Please...' He tries again, voice still warbling. 'Please, cum on my cock. Please – I wanna, wanna see, wanna feel – please...'

You chuckle, lifting one of your hands from his wrists to stroke your knuckles down his cheek. 'Look at you, begging so pretty...'

'Please -.'

Nodding, you straighten up and roll your shoulders back. For a moment you stay still, letting the taught pleasure simmer inside you until it settles. Your cunt has slicked his skin, making the soft rose flesh shine in the low light of his bedroom. The sight does something funny to your stomach, making it twist and bubble. Clenching your hands, you beckon him to hold you.

There's something impossibly grounding about the way you lace your fingers with his. His palms face upwards, providing a platform for you to press against and he's forced to tense his biceps as you use him as leverage to bounce. 'Oh, shit.' Pleasure flares through his body like wild-fire, making him cling to your hands and his clamp shut his eyes.

'Look at me.' Your voice is soft, although, if he were to listen close, he'd be able to hear a similar desperation to the one that infests his own. 'D-Denki, look at me.'

He obeys immediately. His gaze is hazy. His focus shattered as he looks from your eyes, to your lips, to where your cunt swallows him and back again.

'Want you to watch.' You whisper, causing his eyes to widen.

Nodding, he lifts his hips, fucking up into you just enough to have you teetering on the edge of bliss. He can feel it, how close you are. It's in the tightness, in the way your cunt squeezes him and pulses. You look like a vision, your skin flushed, with sweat beginning to dew along the line of your collarbones and your eyebrows drawn up making your features stretch with pleasure. His heart stutters in his chest, betraying the swirling emotions that threaten to make this mean a whole lot more than just sex.

''m close.' You stutter over your words, so close to your own end that you can almost taste it, but it isn't until you see the soft mouthing of Kaminari's continued begging that you finally feel yourself hit free-fall. His eyes are glued to yours, making you feel observed and worshipped all at once as the entirety of your body lights up like a sparkler.

Kaminari has seen a lot of great things in his middling twenty-seven years on this planet, but watching you come undone on top of him drops itself clear at the top. Ignoring his own nearing end, he attempts to commit every inch of you to memory as he feels you tumble over the end, once and for all.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your cunt pulses, thighs and stomach tensing violently as each wave of pleasure threatens to black out your vision. With each ebb, another dull thrust of Kaminari's cock brings back that same crashing pleasure. You're not sure if you cry out, not sure if you call his name – your ears are full of static, your eyes clouded as you remain air born into bliss.

'Did -.' Swallowing around the spit pooled in his mouth, Kaminari still can't pull his eyes away from you. 'Did I do good? Did I?'

Coming back to your body feels strange. There's a lightness in your bones and a burn in your muscles that screams satisfaction, but that still doesn't stop the fire churning in your stomach once your eyes clear enough to see him. He's close to tears, flushed and needy with his hips still grinding up unable to stop as your cunt continues to milk him. Biting into your lip, you reduce yourself to your elbows beside his head and press your chest to his. 'Cum for me... Want you to use me.'

There's no need to tell him twice. Electricity flashes in his eyes as he lifts himself enough to plant his feet square on the mattress and begin fucking up into you. It's desperate, the pace he sets, as is the series of moans that leak from his mouth as he loses himself to the feel of your cunt. 'Feels, fuck – fuck.'

'That's it, baby.' You coo, pressing an uncoordinated kiss just south of his mouth. Overstimulation bites at your insides making your stomach tense as his cock continues to press square over your G-spot, but there's no mistaking the hum of pleasure it continues to force through your body.

It takes barely a handful of stuttering thrusts before there's a gasping 'Where... Fuck, tell me where now Princess, or I'm gonna -.'

'Inside.' You moan, the idea alone making your mind reel. 'Please, fuck. Cum inside me, please.'

'Yeah...' He nods, huffing. 'Yeah, shit, okay.' His hands find their way down to the small of your back when he cums. His palms spread there, pressing down to ensure he's as deep as possible when he finally begins to fill you. Thick and white, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing as he quakes through the last of his orgasm.

Lifting your head, you blink at him as he slowly comes back to himself. There's a warmth floating in your stomach and a subtle ache in your muscles that you're sure will only feel better in the morning, but that matters a lot less when you lock eyes with him again.

He blinks, disbelief and joy mixing on his features as he mumbles: 'You let me cum inside you.'

'I did.'

'You -.'

'Yeah.'

'Holy shit.'

'You liked it?'

'No-one has never, no-one has...'

You hum and lean in to press only the softest of kisses to his cheek. ''m glad I did. You did so well...' Sitting up, you let your hands roam over your stomach and the fat that lives there. 'Filled me so good.'

Many things flicker through his mind then, none of them savoury. The way you're sat, straight with a subtle curve to your spine, makes your stomach stick out slightly. So much so, that if he where to squint and let his mind wander, he could almost believe that you were... Kaminari's cock twitches.

'Are you getting hard again?' You cock an eyebrow.

He swallows. 'Maybe?'

'Because of?..'

This time, he has the decency to blush, but he doesn't dare lie. He nods, biting down on his lower lip. 'I think I just discovered a new kink?'

'Hmm.' Purring, you rock your hips against him and feel his cock give another valiant twitch. 'Maybe you should breed me again, just to make sure it took, then?'

Kaminari short circuits. His eyes shimmer in the dark, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he tries to calm himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders just what the Hell he did to ever catch your eye.

'Would you like that?'

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you before twisting and tossing you back to the mattress. He looms over you, an elbow beside your shoulder as his other hand travels down your body and graces the mound of your cunt to play with your clit. Lingering there for a moment, he slips lower and collects the spend that has leaked from you with his fingers before gently pushing it back inside you. 'Yeah...'

Curling his fingers, he makes you arc off the bed as he rubs at your G-spot. 'I'd like that a lot.'

Denki rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns. There's a pleasant ache in his limbs when he stretches his arms above his head, his toes pointing underneath the duvet as he rocks his head back on his pillow.

His movement jostles you, causing you to open your eyes and squint against his smile.

'You're still here.' He beams.

You respond as if it's obvious, as if there wasn't any remote possibility of you leaving in the middle of the night. 'I am.' Wriggling closer to him, you ignore the dampness still lingering between your thighs from an entire night spent together and lift your leg over his knee.

It still feels surreal as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and uses his thumb to stroke at the skin there, carving unknowable shapes into your muscle. He's longed for this, for you, for longer than he can remember and yet, if he had only seen past his own insecurity... Who knows how long he could have indulged in your body for? How long he could have made you moan and made you breakfast and seen what you looked like at seven in the morning when the sun was in your eyes?

'So, do you believe me now?' You blink at him and smile, resting your head against the turn of his collarbone.

'What?'

Running a finger down the cleft of his chest, you tap out a tune against his sternum. 'That I only want you, silly.'

There's no evidence of yesterday's former ignorance lingering on his features when he stares back at you, only the something close to happiness and the faint shimmer of mischief. 'Eh...' Taking your hand from his chest, he lifts it to his mouth and presses a series of kisses across your knuckles.

The gesture makes you giggle, but before you can lose yourself to his sweetness, he's twisting your hand and pressing your palm to his skin once more. You let him guide you, letting him encourage you down over his chest and past his stomach. You let him push onward, even when you already know exactly where he's heading.

'I think I might need more evidence.' He mumbles as your fingers slip through his pubic hair and make his skin tingle. Already his cock his half hard and swelling fast, just at the mere thought of your hand wrapping around it.

'Yeah, you think so, huh?' Biting your lip, you wait until the breath catches in the back of his throat to stop his onward march.

He swallows.

Sitting up on an elbow, you tilt your head and press a kiss to his mouth, before whispering against his lips. 'Then, maybe my mouth will be better at convincing you...'

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DARE | kaminari denki !! 🍥

content: boy’s night is always full of shitty dares that make the guys feel cool. denki get’s dared to bring back your underwear but what he doesn’t know is that…you’re one step ahead of him. wc: 3k

pairing: college student!denki kaminari x f!reader

contains: oral | f receiving, praising, squirting and language !!

notes: guys…be nice with this work…it’s my first time ever posting something like this…be nice <3 be aware of errors and reblogs would be appreciated. !!

It was boys’ night at the dorm. Denki and his frat friends were scattered around the living room area of Bakugou and Kirishima’s dorm apartment. They were all laughing and drinking while spitting out “extreme” dares at each other.

“Kaminari, since you claim to be such a lady’s man, I dare you to…” Kirishima placed a finger on his chin and looked up. Denki stared at the redhead with a smile, waiting for a silly dare to come out of Kirishima’s mouth.

Denki’s smile faded once Kirishima wiped the smile off his face and now had a huge grin. “I dare you to get Y/N’s underwear…right now” everyone in the room ‘ooh’ and now Denki wasn’t feeling so daring.

He wondered how he was going to do it. How was he going to walk over to your apartment and kindly ask you for your underwear? Just thinking about it made him cringe because he liked you, and a bit too much so the idea of going to your apartment in the middle of the night because of some silly dare made him wonder what were you going to think of him. Denki was about to back down but as soon as his mouth opened, Kirishima spoke first. “If you backed down, I think something worse might happen.” the redhead waved his phone with Denki’s old tweets and photos. He knew he was fucked both ways but one would hurt less than the other, so he stood up.

“Atta boy, go get that underwear.” Mineta, still smaller than everyone, patted Denki on the back. He took a deep breath before opening the door, he looked behind him, everyone was staring back with smirks and grins on their faces. He hated them all, they all knew what they were doing and Denki was not grateful for it.

The blonde closed the door behind him and stared at the one in front of him. 317, your apartment was just across Bakugo’s. You’re the reason why he is always over and why boys’ night takes place at the Blonde’s apartment. You lived with Mina and Momo, and the three of you always made “special” appearances on some boys’ nights. You would just go into the apartment and play pranks on the guys, just to annoy them.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights, tonight was different and probably the last time Denki would ever talk to you.

He knocked on your door, and he waited with both of his hands in his pocket, as sweat rolled down his back. The door opened and revealed a tired looking you. Your hair was messy, probably from being in bed and your clothes screamed that it was time to sleep. But your face was neater than ever, smooth and soft. “Oh hi Denki, what’s up?” you questioned innocently.

You weren’t clueless. You knew why he was over. If boys’ night ever taught you something it was that boys will make the dumbest dares just to have something to laugh at later and Denki standing before you meant that he was there because of a dare.

“Nothing really, I just got bored over there, bakugo started to explain why we are playing guitar hero wrong.” Denki looked down at you, he laughed at his own lies, and smiled softly. You followed along. “Sounds like him, come in.” you moved out of the way and gave him some space to come in.

“I also came to see how you were doing, it’s been a while.” He stood awkwardly in the dining area. You smiled to yourself and locked the door before turning to him. “I’m okay, just very stressed, my classes are getting out of control and so is my work, so I'm super busy” you smiled at Denki as you walked past him.

“Want something to drink?” you opened the fridge “we have water, beer, and uh…vodka” you grin. “I’m guessing that’s Momo’s?” he laughed, walking over to the kitchen. “Yup, she’s sharing tho.” you shrugged. When he met your eyes, he was greeted by a weird look. Your eyes were narrowed, they weren’t as wide as they usually are. You had a soft smirk on your lips, that was soon replaced by a pout because of his silence. “Something you’re interested in?” you fixed your leaning poster.

Denki was snapped back into reality at the sudden movement. He pecked into the fridge. “I’ll have a beer” you nodded and grabbed the cold can. He thanked you with a mumble and went on to open it. “So, Denki…” you walked over to the counter. He follows your body until you turn around, and his eyes meet yours. “Why are you really here?” you cock your head to the side, a smile trying to break your pursed lips.

Denki’s face shifts. He tried to keep his eyes from going wide and his face from heating up, but that was impossible. He takes a nervous sip from his beer before setting it on the counter. He swallows hard before looking back at you. "I-uh...shit." he drops his head. You couldn't help but giggle at his uneasy state. "You really think I wouldn't put two and two together, now did you Denki?" His nervous eyes scan your features. He was looking for the anger in your eyes or in your body language, but he saw nothing but an unusual aura.

"What's the dare?" you cocked your head to the side, smiling all the way. Denki's breath hitched, and he hid his eyes with his hand. "I have to bring back your underwear," he mumbles into his hand that rode down his face. Denki's eyes open when he hears you laughing. He sees your body lean forward as you laugh loudly "You boys and your silly dares." you clean the tears that welled up in the corner of your eyes and turn to face him. "That's it? Just my underwear?" He nods his head.

Denki has no idea what to do. Hearing you laugh at his friend's dare made him feel relieved that you were taking it in a good way, but something was still feeling off. He could not point it out.

"Y-Yeah, just that...Look, I'm so sorry about this." you leave the kitchen area, and Denki follows close behind. "I'll tell them you refused or you weren't home. You don't have to give me anything."

You had to stop mid-way into your room. "Denki, it's okay. It's silly underwear, right?" He nodded but got confused by your question. You smiled and went to your closet. "What's your favorite color?" you leaned forward, teasingly moving your hips from side to side as you opened the cabinet.

Denki had trouble focusing on his answer. The wide open cabinet of endless underwear made his mind wander further to what you would look like wearing every single one of them, how sexy would you look with them ripped apart to be able to get to your cunt-

"Denki?" the blonde snapped back to life. You wore a pout on your lips while you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Too many colors to choose from?" He shakes his head "what's the matter Denki? You've been acting so weird." Denki sighs, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I'm not mad or anything. If that's what's bothering you. I just find it really funny, that’s all." Denki shakes his head with a frown "No, it's not that, and uh my favorite color is blue.” You nodded to his answer, turning to look into the cabinet, but you didn't see any blue underwear. That's when you remember that you were wearing it. You turn to Denki while an idea forms in your head.

You see Denki and he looks embarrassed enough that he wants to be swallowed by your apartment floor, and the fact that his friends dared him to get your underwear could mean that they wanted to see if he really had the balls to do something so "extreme". So you wanted to help him prove his friends wrong. You suck on your front teeth before turning to him. "I'm sorry, Denki." you pouted while closing the cabinet. "It turns out I’m wearing them..." you close the closet.

He follows your every move. He was asking himself why you couldn't give him another pair and why you asked for his favorite color in the first place. It took him a few seconds to create many possibilities, but he didn't want to lead himself on, because after-all he is dirty-minded and could take a situation for something that's not.

While his mind drifted, you were walking to your bed, sitting on the edge of it while you stared up at the clueless boy. "If you really want to complete that silly dare, why not make it worthwhile? You did make an effort to get it done." you shrug.

"Y/N-" you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close "wanna prove them wrong?" you smiled, your doe eyes glittering. He nodded eagerly, hypnotized by how pretty you looked. He started to feel adrenaline rush through his body, it made him pick up your face to kiss you, but you stopped him.

"Here's what we are going to do." you kept your finger on his lips and let go of his shirt. He watches you as you take off your pajama shorts and reveal the lacy blue underwear. Denki was on the verge of letting a drool run down his chin. "You're not allowed to take them off." you grabbed his chin with a finger, guiding his eyes to meet yours. "If you make me come...you can have them. If not, then you go empty-handed." you pouted mockingly.

Denki's eyes widened slightly. He's known you most of his life, and not once did he ever picture you to be this...playful and daring. That teasing smile on your face made him feel so many things, and his body ached. "you think you can do it?" you pulled him closer by the chin, feeling his breath on your lips. He nobs. It's the only thing he can do since he's so stunned.

"Speak, Kaminari." he went dizzy. Out of nowhere, he forgot how to breathe. "y-yeah, yeah, I can do it." he nodded along with his words. You smiled, satisfied with his answer.

"Don't be a coward now, and show me how girl crazy you are. I wanna see if you're all bark and no bite." You pulled him into a rough kiss. It caused your teeth to clash with each other. Your mouths moved in sync, and you noticed how greedy Denki was getting and decided to let him lead.

He moved hungrily. He wanted to taste every corner of your mouth, every inch of it, and he was not aware of how hard he was pressing into you, but you loved it. Finally, his tongue grazed your lower lip, and you gladly opened your mouth wider for him. You then felt his hand snake its way to your waist. It went down to your thighs, caressing them, and up to your hips. He pulled away from the kiss and adjusted you on the bed, pushing you from your hips to drag you further into the bed so it would be comfortable for him to go down on you.

But the view. Oh, the view was too much for him. His eyes were eating every aspect of your body, admiring how smooth your skin was, how good your tits looked on your thin strap shirt, the way your neck was so visible it looked so good for him to suck and bite on.

"What's the matter, denki? having second thoughts?" you smiled, looking at his tall figure. The blonde was about to speak when a ding came from your phone. You groaned, watching Denki reach for it. His face goes red before he hands it to you, looking away from you to hide his flustered face.

It was a text from Kirishima asking you if Denki was over at your apartment. You giggled, throwing the phone behind you. "you better hurry up." you played with the hem of your underwear, bringing it up and then letting it slap into your skin.

Denki stares at your cunt through the underwear, he was looking at the mold of your p lips. He wanted to fuck you so bad, his cock was twitching and aching to feel something else than fabric, but he was too scared to ask for more. He let out a groan and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks.

He wanted to see your reaction when his fingers made contact with your clothed cunt. It wasn't much, but you were so sensitive that just his thumb circling on your clit made a moan reach your throat, but you stopped it. He saw it, the way your mouth opened and your eyes almost went shut.

He went faster, moving his thumb on your clit in ways you've never experienced. The feeling of pleasure felt like lighting through your body. You started to lose control of your hips, and they began to rock against his fingers. He laughed at your pathetic movement and finally found his voice.

"It's sad, right? That you only asked for this? yeah, it's too bad." Your eyes finally shut when his fingers moved quicker, side to side. "I could've fucked you so good, but oh well." he shrugged, removing his hand from your cheeks. The action made you open your eyes and look at him. He was lowering himself on you, and you wondered what he was going to do.

"what-" a moan interrupted your words when his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt. Usually, it felt uncomfortable- to have your underwear on while you try to ride your pillow or use your fingers, but this felt so good.

Denki licked your cunt once, then two, then three, and so on, and it made you dizzy. You hated yourself for only allowing him to make you feel good with your damn underwear on, but you were not regretting it.

Denki looked up at you, his sloppy tongue licking hard on your cunt while his thumb was pressed on your clit. He watched you as you tried to find a place to put your hands. They moved from your head to your face, then to the mattress beneath you. Watching you so desperate made him go harder. His tongue now moved alongside his thumb.

"Denki!.." you cupped your mouth right after your sinful scream. "oh my g-" you took deep breaths, trying to keep up with his movements, but your mind was getting clouded. You were close, and he knew once your hand reached his hair, you buckled your hips and made him press harder into your cunt.

"de-denki...I'm so -close," you warned. The blonde was deep into your cunt. He couldn't think straight because he was focused on hearing that final scream. "That's it pretty, cum all you want, and make sure to make a mess, okay?" he smiled, letting his thumb finish the job.

"fu-fuck fuck fuck" you covered your face.

"fuck." you say again. This time with your body relaxed. Denki looks down at your underwear and then at you after you uncover your face. "did...did I just make you squirt?" you groan at his words and nod. He chuckled, running a hand through his head. "That's fucking awesome." he smiled down at his work.

"If I knew you were this fun with dares, I would've avoided posting all those embarrassing pictures and tweets," he smirks down at you. You shake your head. "take the underwear off." you said, pushing your legs up from the bed. He noticed the blush on your cheeks and laughed.

"Don't be embarrassed Y/N. You did a really good job." his hand cupped your jaw. You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. "whatever." He chuckled at your reaction and managed to kiss you on the cheek.

Denki took the underwear off, and strings of cum extended, as the damp lace underwear was removed from your soaked cunt. He looked at it, amazed at what a woman can do. But he turns to you with an unsure expression.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to take it?" To his question, you nodded without looking at him. You were reaching for a loose shirt to clean up the mess he'd made. "That was the whole point of this, Kaminari." you managed to smile.

Still unsure, he nodded and kept it in his hand. "Just bring it back when your silly boy's night is over." you threw the shirt into the closet and sat up straight. "yeah, of course." he stood from the bed with his eyes glued to yours. He sees the way you look at him. All the embarrassment had vanished, and your eyes were filled with lust once again.

"I'll be going now." he smiled nervously. You hummed with a nod and got up from the bed putting your pants back on and following him out of your apartment. You watched as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door, fully aware you were watching his every move.

"Dude! there you are. What took you so long? I was about-" Kirishima's voice boomed through the hallway. It made you laugh into your hand. You waved at the boys, who could see you from their spots on the couch. "Make sure you don't forget to bring that back...You might get something in return." Before Denki could react, you had closed the door and left him with widened eyes and excitement rushing to his dick.

"That's not what I think it is...is it?" Mineta looks at the underwear in Denki's hand as if it was an artifact from B.C. Denki smiled at him and waved it around.

"She was nice enough to give me a treat too."

ariaki

[hoekageyama]

#AGHHHHH #WAIT I LOVE #r6

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How does he keep getting away with it?

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actually ykw, now i gotta do some snooping

if there’s any r6 writers.. yall better block me bc imma be a fiend on the dash 💀

i stg.. every time i get on this app im always COMPLETELY blindsided by a fic that’s from a fandom that i forgot ppl write for now 😭

like i was really sitting here like.. “simon and gaz?? why’s that so familiar..” BITCH ITS MODERN WARFARE💀💀

#maddie mumbles

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i stg.. every time i get on this app im always COMPLETELY blindsided by a fic that’s from a fandom that i forgot ppl write for now 😭

like i was really sitting here like.. “simon and gaz?? why’s that so familiar..” BITCH ITS MODERN WARFARE💀💀

#literally just slipped my mind and it’s so funny #like OMFG YES FEED ME MORE #but also like holy shit i haven’t thought abt the mw characters in like 2 yrs😭 #no hate whatsoever btw #i fucking LOVE mw #so i’m here for it #maddie mumbles

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he doesnt like credit

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the majestic side profile of fushiguro toji

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In 1990, the high school dropout rate for Dolly Parton's hometown of Sevierville Tennessee was at 34% (Research shows that most kids make up their minds in fifth/sixth grade not to graduate). That year, all fifth and sixth graders from Sevierville were invited by Parton to attend an assembly at Dollywood. They were asked to pick a buddy, and if both students completed high school, Dolly Parton would personally hand them each a $500 check on their graduation day. As a result, the dropout rate for those classes fell to 6%, and has generally retained that average to this day.

Shortly after the success of The Buddy Program, Parton learned in dealing with teachers from the school district that problems in education often begin during first grade when kids are at different developmental levels. That year The Dollywood Foundation paid the salaries for additional teachers assistants in every first grade class for the next 2 years, under the agreement that if the program worked, the school system would effectively adopt and fund the program after the trial period.

During the same period, Parton founded the Imagination Library in 1995: The idea being that children from her rural hometown and low-income families often start school at a disadvantage and as a result, will be unfairly compared to their peers for the rest of their lives, effectively encouraging them not to pursue higher education. The objective of the Imagination library was that every child in Sevier County would receive one book, every month, mailed and addressed to the child, from the day they were born until the day they started kindergarten, 100% free of charge. What began as a hometown initiative now serves children in all 50 states, Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, mailing thousands of free books to children around the world monthly.

On March 1, 2018 Parton donated her 100 millionth book at the Library of Congress: a copy of "Coat of Many Colors" dedicated to her father, who never learned to read or write.

#i stg i love her

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denki has been in love with jirou since he's met her. at least that's what he thinks but he's harbouring a secret and he's refusing to acknowledge it, pretending that it doesn't exist.

that secret is you. you as a person aren't a secret, in fact you're a hero just like jirou and denki and went to school together. you're denki's friend, his best friend. you're close with jirou too and with the rest of your old classmates but with denki- nothing can replace him to you.

you remember the time you find out jirou and denki started dating, denki dropped everything and went out to find you because he had to let you know, you tell each other everything and it meant so much to him. well you thought you told each other everything...

denki and jirou's relationship was not going so well, communication issues and insecurities flooded the relationship. they have known each other for years now but jirou still worries that she isn't enough for him and denki doesn't communicate how he's feeling to her. he's worried that if he's serious about how he's feeling then she won't want to be with him anymore. he's able to do that with you though knowing he can be be honest and candid and doesn't have to make a joke every 5 seconds. jirou worries that denki will find someone 'prettier.' she worries he is in love with you, she expresses that sometimes, especially the days after nights out when she thinks you two spend to much time together, he always assures her that he only see's you platonically. you're his best friend, nothing more.

they're spending the night together as the both have the night off and decide to spend quality time together but denki wishes he was somewhere else. you told him you were planning on going to bed as soon as you're home from patrols but he received an instagram notification that you posted, a photo of you with mina and a very miserable looking bakugou. he doesn't know why you would lie to him but it bugs him. if jirou caught him looking at his phone on their date night she would be furious, especially if it was a photo of you but he couldn't help it. he sent a message to you asking you if your plans changed tonight. you reply almost instantly responding that mina dragged you out of bed and that it would be better if he was there. he wishes he was there too.

he drinks more and more that night and so does jirou, getting drunk of expensive bottles of red wine. at some point they make their way into their bedroom, fiddling with each others clothes to try and take them off as quick as possible. denki nearly tripped while rushing and taking off his jeans. they didn't really speak, they both just wanted, to feel skin contact.

it was clumsy and messy and they fall on the bed with a entanglement of limbs. denki places heated kisses down jirou's neck while she pulls his hair, grounding herself, in the process making him groan. they are both drunk, so incredibly drunk, so drunk that now denki's completely naked he's struggling to accurately thrust into her, and keeps missing. he's getting more frustrated as she's getting more whiny, finally he successfully pushes into her, hard and fast with no rhythm, just chasing that peak.

what denki's brain fails to realise at that moment is who is under him. he gets more rough and groans again, closing his eyes. that's when jirou hears it. her boyfriend. her boyfriend saying your name. she convinces herself that she must have misheard it, there's no way he'd think of someone else in bed, especially his best friend. denki's grabbing hold of the pillows as hard as he can, trying to stabilise himself and keep him upright. she's getting so close to coming.

"i love you. i love you. fuck, i love you so much." jirou takes a deep breath as she comes to the conclusion it was just her mind playing tricks on her. "holy fuck i love you-" she freezes. he said your name. this time there's no denying it, he's meant to be in love with her, they're meant to be in love with each other, they've met each other's parents, they live together! was this time all a lie? she eventually pushes denki off of her after she was able to move again and left the room.

when denki woke up in the morning jirou was packing her things and telling him that she's breaking up with him. she didn't tell him why and he couldn't remember. he kept asking why but she just left without answering him.

later on that day you messaged denki what happened with jirou because now she's acting like she hates you and you have no idea why. he doesn't know why either.

[hoekageyama]

WORKPLACE SLEAZY DENKI!!!! WORKPLACE SLEAZY DENKI!!!! AAAAAHHH

starting a new office job you expected lots of things, shitty coworkers, terrible pay, rubbish hours, you didn't expect some hot annoying blonde who's acting like he's made it his personal mission to make your life a misery every single time you walked into the office by spilling things and overall being accident prone.

the first day it was all smiles and extra fancy clothes, you wanted to make a good impression after all. you spent most of the morning at your desk but at lunch you rushed to go get a cup of tea from the break room as you were short on time in the morning. that was when you first met him... denki kaminari, flirtatiously talking to a couple of girls next to him and leaning against the wall casually, much to casual in your opinion, the two girls giggling at whatever he said. when he spots you looking at him he winks, you quickly turn around and do what you originally came to do.

denki immediately lost interest in those girls as he saw you, finding you much more interesting. you must be new because he definitely would've noticed a pretty little thing like you around the office. denki excuses himself from the conversion and goes over to you, standing too close to you and crowding your personal space. "i haven't seen you around here before, you must be a new hire right? i'm kaminari, denki kaminari." he gives you a boyish grin and your cheeks flush due to the proximity of such an attractive man who you've just spoken to for the first time. you introduce yourself and chat for awhile, only for a couple minutes, before you get back to your desk, him asking you about your life and your last job, small talk, that's all. he seems interested in what you have to say and you're happy that at least someone at your new job will be nice to you.

half of him is interested in what you're saying but mainly he's distracted by your plump body and how biteable your lips move as you talk. you look so much prettier than all the other girls in the office and he knows that he'll be talking to you everyday. he notes that your voice sounds sweet too, even though he's barely paying attention to what words you're saying.

you've been working together for ten months now and at the beginning it was fine, you didn't notice what his real intentions. three weeks in he 'accidentally' spilled hot coffee on you, a small whimper escaped your mouth due to the shock but you didn't notice the tiny smirk that appears on his face before quickly disappearing. your white blouse is entirely ruined and the fabric is sticking to your chest. "oh shit, i'm sorry i didn't see where i was going. are you okay? i'm sorry, i'll clean it and oh i'll buy you a new one." you go to forgive him after hearing how genuine he sounds but you're stopped in your tracks when denki pulls out some tissues and starts wiping your shirt with the tissues. you're stunned as you feel him press the tissue down against your breasts and rubs, " 'm sorry again, we've got to get it out now or it'll stain." if you heard denki's thoughts at that moment you'd never speak to him again, 'this worked out even better than i thought.'

you were on your guard at that point around denki, at least you tried to be but he's so friendly to everyone it's hard for you to think denki would do such a thing on purpose. when he notices you've withdrawn yourself slightly and started speaking to him less he corrects it. in the morning denki brings you a cup of tea that he knows you drink and a cookie from the cafe he knows you like to go to. "i really am sorry about spilling coffee on you again. i still want to get you another blouse but i don't know what size you are, i'm not very good at those types of things." he wants you to tell him exactly what size you are with all of your clothes, he thinks that might create a more accurate picture in his mind when he jerks off at the thought of you every night. you let your guard down at the gesture and you can't help but feel guilty for thinking that denki would purposely spill a drink on you.

whenever you go to the break room it seems like denki is right behind you. he leans against the doorframe and slouches on the chairs. when you're making a drink he'll come right up behind you to get a mug from the shelf, he'll be so close at that point you can feel his breath against you and you know that if you leaned back just the slightest your bodies would make contact. denki hopes that one day you'll lean back and he'll be able to feel your ass against his crotch.

his favourite days at the office is when you wear tighter or shorter clothes than normal that show your full figure. when you wear those pencil skirts that show your soft supple tummy denki has to palm his dick, over his trousers, under his desk. it's physically impossible for him to look away from you when you sit down and your plush thighs increase in size or when you wear short sleeve shirts meaning he can see the stretch marks that decorate your skin. possibly his favourite thing though is when your shirts are tighter and the fabric is struggling to cover your breasts in the process pulling the buttons more than a normal fitting shirt. he likes those days best because he can imagine that one wrong move or deep breath and your buttons will pop off and your breasts will spill out.

he listens in when you're having lunch with your other coworkers talking about another failed date, who was boring and failed to satisfy you. denki smirks at the idea that it was another failed date, how many people have failed to satisfy you recently. he imagines your cute face scrunched up in pleasure after your date leaves because you have to get yourself off because you're just so needy.

denki drops things in front of you in hopes that you'll bend over and pick them up, however not too frequently that you'll catch on. he gets overzealous sometimes though dropping too many things too many times, often that does give you pause but then you'll see him drop things around other people too or when no ones around and you get reminded about how clumsy he is and you think nothing of it again. denki is so glad that you're kind enough to pick up all the things he drops, because no matter what angle he's looking at you from it's like heaven. sometimes he gets to see your breasts hanging near his face and sometimes you wear clothes that show more cleavage he sees the tiniest glimpse of the top of your bra as you bend down.

when you bend down and he's behind you he can see a clear view of your ass and you're distracted picking up whatever denki dropped so he can look as obviously as he wants to without you noticing. although his looks are often times obvious already but you dismiss the idea every time you catch him looking because you think denki would ever do that. when you do bend over though he wants to pin you to the desk and fuck you against it. he has to restrain himself from reaching out to you and groping your ass and spanking you.

every single day denki is getting bolder with his casual touches, friendly remarks and beaming grin. as the days go by you're starting to think that he's teasing you and annoying you on purpose because he thinks it's funny when you're annoyed, you're getting suspicious you still often brush that thought away.

you don't suspect that he wants to fuck you though. he knows he'll reel you in eventually, it hasn't even been a full year yet of working together, he's got plenty of time to do it. he can tell you're not going to be quitting any time soon and he definitely isn't with you around. how much longer until you realise his true intentions? that is, if you do realise before denki's succeeded and has gotten what he's after, you.

[hoekageyama]

“ma, i’ve got to-“ osamu stops in his tracks, hand on his heart in his childhood kitchen. “how’d ya get in here?”

your expression is blank as you bite into a cookie made fresh a couple hours back, when you first got here.

“the front door.”

“did ya run ma some money? yer practically moved in at this point,” he pulls himself up onto the counter. “where is she, anyway?”

you giggle. he raises an eyebrow, chewing slowly. it’s always something with the two of ya, as he always says.

“she ran to the market. we’re making dinner.”

“we? as in-“

“all three of us. she knew you would stop by.”

osamu grins. he knows how this goes. his mom runs to the store, gets the ingredients, and he makes dinner for the three of you while you gossip with his mom about who knows what.

standard friday night in the miya household.

he’s okay with it, too. osamu just wishes that instead of his best friend, his girlfriend was letting herself into his ma’s house, eating his food, and stealing kisses. but for now, he’ll settle for stolen looks across the table while the three of you eat.

[hoekageyama]

"No, you may not come to the gym with me."

Your lips purse in indignation. "Excuse me?"

Sakusa stands up from tying his shoes, still tall enough to look down on you though he's standing in the genkan. "You heard me." His eyes narrow.

You narrow yours right back. "And why exactly, pray tell, can I not come to the gym with you? Meian said it was okay!"

"Because," he grimaces, "you're a distraction. You just stand around ogling my teammates."

"I don't ogle them," you scoff. "I hangout. And if they happen to come up and talk to me that's hardly my fault!"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Excuse me?" you ask, your voice darkens defensively.

"Tch." Sakusa starts to open the door but you slam it shut, throwing yourself in his path. "Move."

"No," you snap. "We've been friends and roommates long enough that you should know I'm not going to put up with your bullshit or let you walk out mid-conversation, so spit it out Kiyoomi!"

"Get out of the way," he snarls. "Don't act insulted like you're there to hangout when all you do is flirt with Miya!"

"Flirt with Miya!?" You scowl. "What are you talking about?!"

"I'm talking about the way the two of you are all over each other, leaning into each other's personal space all the time. He picked up that stupid nickname from you and you're always going off somewhere private to talk."

"Oh my god, we talk about you!"

The tension pops

and immediately you realize you've said something more than you meant to say.

Kiyoomi straightens up. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," you quickly reply. "I didn't say anything."

You try to sidestep him but he blocks your path.

"You said" --his voice is quieter but harder now in a way that makes you shiver involuntarily-- "that you talk about me?"

You try to step past him the other way but he cuts you off, his arms caging you in from both sides.

Sakusa says your name cautiously and it spikes your pulse. "What are you saying to Miya...about me...that you can't say...to me?"

You don't say anything for a long moment, unable to look at him. "Can you just let this go? I'll stop asking to go to the gym with you."

And then he says something you've never heard him say before.

"I'm sorry."

His voice is so low, so restrained, so fervent when he says it that you reflexively look at him and immediately wish you hadn't.

His expression is creased in worry and it pangs your heart.

"I can't just let it go," he says. He gives a little shake of his head bouncing the curls. "If it were anyone else I would...but you're too important to just let a comment like that slide, so please..." He holds your gaze imploringly. "I need to know what you've been talking about...in regards to me."

Your eyes fall closed in resignation as you whisper "my feelings...

"for you."

"Which are?"

"You're really going to make me say it?" your eyes flash open again in frustration but you just stare at his chest. "Just so you can--"

"Just so I can understand," he cuts you off firmly but not with hostility. "You were right before...when you said we've been friends long enough that you know me...or...whatever you said." He swallows thickly. "So you should know that I'm not the best at reading people...And I want to make sure..."

You're too aware of everything in this moment, every inch of your body and all the space it takes up. All the things you've been through with Kiyoomi in the past,

all the things you've longed for in the future.

"...that my feelings are reciprocated."

Your lips part and your eyes flick back up to his. You give a breathless "what?"

Sakusa stares at you with the intensity you've come to know and love.

"Love," he whispers.

You're not sure you would have heard him if you hadn't been so close.

He whispers "I don't want you looking at any of my teammates...or anyone else... because I'm...in love...with you."

All of your reluctance melts away.

"I'm in love with you, too," you whisper back. The words slip out as effortlessly as snow falling. "I...I don't go to the gym to ogle your teammates..." you whisper tremulously, on the verge of grinning. "I go...to oogle you," his eyes widen in shock and your grin breaks out, "your teammates simply caught me."

"You... you're in love with me?" he asks, bewildered, as if he hadn't just given you his own confession.

"Yes," you laugh, cheeks starting to hurt from your wide grin. "Why else do you think I agreed to live with you? I fucking love you, Kiyoo--"

He doesn't give you a chance to finish, cutting your words off with a kiss that's soft yet firm, demanding yet giving as he cups your cheeks and pushes you up against the door with his body as he presses all of himself to all of you.

You're still smiling as he kisses you over and over again. He lets you cup his cheek and run your fingers through his hair with a low moan.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you admit as his lips start to trace your jaw, your neck.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He lifts you off the floor and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, grabbing his shoulders--he chuckles slowly at your surprised sound.

You unwillingly catch sight of the time and groan. "'Omi...you're going to be late for training if you don't leave now."

He snorts against your neck where he's still kissing. "You want me to leave? Right now?"

"Ugh, no," you answer honestly. "But I'm not going to bother you about coming to the gym anymore so--"

He chuckles again, the low sound doing unhealthy things to your heart.

"What?" you ask. Demand, really.

He pulls back just far enough to lock his onyx gaze on you. "You can come with me if you want to..."

The corner of his mouth lifts in the smallest hint of a smirk and heat floods your body.

"but I'll give you something to really ogle when we get home."

[hoekageyama]

4:44pm.

suna only realises he’s inlove with you a few months into your relationship.

his eyes open groggily to the sight of a golden hour lit room. his vision is blurry at first, sleep coating them as they adjust to the luminous space. suna blinks once, twice and is brought back to reality- this is when his body is caught up to speed as well. it’s unusually warm, tangled with soft blankets and caught in the honey tinted rays of the sun; but most importantly it’s tangled with you.

your hair was sticking out at every angle possible and the flesh of your cheeks squished into his chest. hands wound around his waist, suna wondered if he’d ever felt this protected before; if he had ever felt that safe. of course, it wouldn’t surprise him had the answer been ‘no’, you were the first of many, many things.

you were the first friend suna ever cried over. one day he had completely blown up at you, causing you to avoid him on campus for many days until his throat grew sore at the mention of your name. on the 7th day you found him at your door, eyes red and wet with sorrow as he whimpered to you his apologies; that he never knew how to express anything and that he would never take that out on you again.

you were his first kiss. on the roof top of his family home right after his first college volleyball game that he won, almost making it look effortless. your head rested on his shoulder, out looking the stars above and his family below. he remembers well that you commented about how much his sister grew , and that he replied with “of course you’d focus on her when i’m right here. how ungrateful can you be?”

you were his first partner. he asked you out as you two lain in your bed at your parents’ house, plastered drunk. he had walked you home, holding up your almost complete weight as you sang some tune from the sound of music at an alarming volume. his head turned to you, eyes shining with affection and lips mumbling a ,” i wanna be your boyfriend” to which you replied, “then be my boyfriend, stupid “

in that same bed suna watches your eyes flutter open, full of sleep as his were a few minutes prior. you blink up at him, eyes glistening as you place a kiss right below his left eye, onto his cheek bone. the green eyed beauty only muttered a small ‘thank you’, in a soft and affectionate tone.

yeah, suna was inlove with you.

[hoekageyama]

[hoekageyama]

[hoekageyama]

୨୧⋆ ˚ — winter moments

“wow, this is romantic,” you blurted out.

“you’re literally freezing as we speak,” suna said as he tried to wrap his scarf around your neck. “‘it’s not gonna be that cold’ my ass,” he tsked, full of concern.

you gave him a sheepish smile, feeling embarrassed given the fact that you were so confident when you said that to him earlier this morning. you were so confident earlier that you didn’t even wear nor bring your mittens before going out.

after fixing his scarf around your neck, suna’s eyes landed on your hands tucked inside your pockets. after immediately realizing that you also didn’t put on some mittens, he reached out his hands towards you. “show me your hands.”

you hesitated at first, trying not to meet his gaze as he looked at you. sighing defeatedly, you slowly pulled out your freezing hands from your pocket, immediately feeling your body jump when the cold winter wind grazed your hands.

with his gloved hands, suna gently held onto your ungloved ones. you only expected him to rub circles into your hands to warm them up, but to your surprise, he held your ungloved ones to his face before blowing some warmth to your palms.

“wha- hey!” you protested with a blushed face, trying to take your hands from his.

suna didn’t say a word. he held onto your hands even more as he blew some warmth into it.

“never thought you were such a romantic,” you teased, trying to distract yourself from the warmth that has since crept up to your face moments ago.

“oh, shut up.” suna fought back the teasing despite the now already visible tint of blush on his face.

putting your hands down from his face, he continued to keep it warm by rubbing circles on it. immediately after that, he let go of your hands before removing both of his mittens from his.

“here, you dummy.” he flicked your nose with one of his hands as he handed his mittens to you.

“what? no!” you shook your head as you slightly pushed his mittens away. “you already gave me your scarf, you might catch a cold.”

“oh, don’t be so stubborn.” he put his hand above your head before ruffling your hair, leading some of it to cover your eyes, making him chuckle.

“hey-” you held onto his arm with your cold hands, stopping him from ruffling your hair. “fine, okay?” you sighed defeatedly. “but i will only take one.”

“why only one?”

“romantic isn’t it?” you grinned at him.

now that only your right hand and his left hand have mittens on, you’re now holding suna’s ungloved right hand with your ungloved left hand as they’re tucked in your coat’s pockets, equally giving both of your hands the warmth it’ll need as you continue your walk through the city.

“i swear to god, if you end up catching a cold,” suna muttered as he avoided looking at you to hide the tint of blush on his face given the situation you guys are in.

you elbowed him lightly. “dummy, i know how much you love me, but enjoy this for now and complain later if,” you emphasized. “i ever do catch a cold.”

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