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teklarn · 3 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓅𝓉. 𝟥)

character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (x eijirou kirishima)

a/n: ok but like ty for all the notes on my last post??? i get so excited whenever there’s a new notification. ALSO, the best time for me to accept requests is from now to sept. 5! i’m currently on summer break, so i will have plenty of time to write from now until then.

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!!

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention.

genre: angst

warnings: mutual pining, cursing, aged-up to third years, bit of a love triangle, romantic tension, one-sided pining, i gave the reader a quirk, kirishima gets jealous EHWJEH

word count: 2031

lol wow things are finally beginning to pick up heehee

please excuse any typos! i edit to the best of my abilities, but it’s easy to miss lost of things

part 1, part 2 , part 4

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you dabbed bakugou’s nose. he winced as you tapped it. “sorry,” you breathed out, switching the tissue in your hand for a clean wipe.

“i’m fine, dumbass.”

“then why’d you ask for my help?” you teased, wiping at the blood on his upper lip.

his cheeks dusted with red, eyes averting to the side. you smiled softly, victorious in his silence.

nighttime was settling in nicely, the sun bleeding orange into the clouds.

“look back at me,” you said. gently, you took his bruised jaw in your fingers, adjusting his head so he was facing you. you brushed your fingers along his swelling cheekbone. purple blossomed beneath bakugou’s pale skin. “kirishima was pretty rough out there, huh?’

“i’m proud of the guy.”

you smiled, tilting your head. “you? proud of someone? really?”

he chuckled. “knock it off, dumbass.” a grin spread across his face, however it was gone when the pain hit. he winced, trying to ignore the sting his smile brought with it.

you let out a laugh. “just relax, bakugou.” you resumed dabbing away at the excess blood on his face. there were flecks of dirt scattered over his forehead.

he caught your wrist in one of his soft, large hands.

your smile faded, and you swallowed, pushing down the rising emotions fluttering into your chest. “yes?” you responded to the silent question his eyes were asking.

his grip on your wrist loosened, and he let go, letting his arm fall back to his side.

“everything okay?”

he didn’t break eye contact as he grunted a reply. “mhm.”

“alright. i’ll be right back, okay?”

“‘kay,” he said.

you stood with a groan, knees sore from all the training you’d been doing lately. you gently shut the bathroom door behind you and rinsed the bits of dirt off the towel, scrubbing away any imperfections stuck between the fibers of the fabric.

your cheeks were boiling with heat as the ghost of his touch on your wrist lingered. what was that? did he mean to tell you something?

you wrung out the newly washed cloth and returned to your seat across from bakugou.

bakugou’s eyes flickered as you began scrubbing the dirk from his forehead.

“ah,” he gasped out.

“you’ve gotta stop wincing, bakugou,” you teased. “you’re making me think i’m doing something wrong.”

“you’ve gotta stop being so rough, y/n.” he took your wrists and pried them away from his face.

you set the towel down on the table, letting it rest on a paper towel so the excess water could drain out.

“well, i think the issue is that you haven’t let me set your nose properly.”

bakugou squinted, unsure. “alright.” he spread his legs, leaning forwards to make your job easier. “do as you wish, y/n.” his voice dropped, eyelids lowering seductively.

the heat returned to your cheeks, flushing out your confidence from before. instead of replying with an equally snarky comment, you took his face in your hands. “this is going to hurt.”

“not so much if it’s you.”

you scoffed. “are you flirting with me, katsuki bakugou?”

his lips quirked up—just a tiny bit. “stop dreaming, y/n.”

you ignored the comment and traced your fingers over the bridge of his nose. “on three?”

he nodded.

“one—” you cracked the bone into place.

“ah, shit!” bakugou recoiled back, covering his nose with his hands. “damn brat.”

“it would have hurt more if you knew it was coming.” you shrugged innocently.

“at least i would have been prepared.”

“whatever you say.” you gestured for him to come back to his previous position, and bakugou did as instructed, hands dropping from his face as your hands came back around to cup his cheeks.

being recovery girl’s grandchild had its benefits. for example, an easy way to get into yuuei off of recommendations. while your quirk wasn’t usually one people would associate with fighting, it came with unexpected pros with how it developed.

you’d earned the ability not only to heal but to ruin as well. using your quirk, honing it properly, you could twist someone inside out with ease, however, healing was something you were more skilled with.

a green glow was being emitted from your palms, white orbs flowing into the air and landing on bakugou’s skin. you could tell, under his skin, the bone was fixing itself, beginning to reshape into the flat bridge.

bakugou sniffed.

“hold still,” you said.

“does your healing always make your patients itchy?”

“it’s just your body healing. stop moving.” the green light receded into your palms.

you met bakugou’s eyes as you pulled your hands away. you were leaning closer than necessary, out of your seat, knees slightly bent. you could tell his hands were shaking just a bit as they trailed down your arms, starting from your fingertips which were still hovering around his face.

his hands found their way to your waist. bakugou tugged you closer. barely an inch closer, but it felt like the two of you were inseparable at the moment.

“y/n?”

you jumped, and bakugou’s hands fell back to the sides of the seat he was in. you swallowed as kirishima popped up at the doorway.

you wiped your palms on your shirt, nodding for kirishima to enter. “yes?”

the redhead walked in warily, hands up and pace slow. “i hope i’m not...interrupting anything. am i?”

you shook your head. “not at all. we were, um. we were just finishing up.” you picked up the cloth intended for wiping bakugou’s face. “do you think you could finish up by yourself?”

he took the cloth from your hands. “yeah, sure.” he pushed himself up and was out of your room, waving his thanks. “i’ll pay you back so i don’t owe your ass, got it, y/n?”

“Alright.”

bakugou shut the door behind him, leaving you and kirishima alone.

“so, what was that about?”

your eyes flew wide. “what was what?”

“don’t act oblivious, y/n. you two looked at each other like you hung the moon in the sky.”

you bit your lip, hiding the smile that was brought about upon reminiscing about the recent seen. “it wasn’t anything, kirishima. don’t worry about it.”

“i’m worrying. you know bakugou.”

“that’s something you’d say about someone with dating experience, and a bad reputation regarding it. bakugou is—”

“just like every other guy out there? it’s the twenty-first century. there are not many decent people left out here. do you really think he’s any different?”

“well,” you said, shaking your head, “personally, i see he’s changed.”

“two years isn’t going to erase all the past shit he’s done.”

“there’s a thing called forgiveness.” you quirked an eyebrow at him, tilting your head down as you began cleaning up. “plus, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. we can both agree that hero society created toxic standards for all aspiring pros.”

kirishima clenched his fists. “he’s bad for you.”

you tossed out a few wipes into the garbage. “sorry?”

“he’s...not good for you.”

“i appreciate you thinking nobody is good enough for me, but at the end of the day-”

unknowingly, kirishima was hardening his fingertips. his nails punctured the soft skin of his palms. “i don’t mean he’s not good enough for you, but that’s another truth, too. he’s just not good for you.”

you turned, smiling brightly. “and since when did you know what was good for me?” you laughed, eyes closed. “why are you trying to dictate my decisions-”

when you opened your eyes, you found kirishima standing closer, brows furrowed angrily.

your expression lowered into something angry. “what’s the matter?”

“i just...i can’t.”

“can’t what?”

kirishima was one to be slow to anger. he always had been. you can’t recall a time you saw him angry or pissed except for when bakugou had been kidnapped by the league of villains.

“kirishima,” you scoffed, “are you genuinely pissed over this? what? is this because i got mad at you because i scolded you for breaking bakugou’s nose? if anything, i don’t think i was wrong for-”

“that’s not it. that...that isn’t it, y/n.” he stepped towards you. kirishima closed the gap between you both, pressing your back against the wall, trapping you there between his arms. “that isn’t it at all, y/n.”

you swallowed. “then what is it, kirishima?” his eyes met yours, serious and stern.

your chest tingled.

he brought his fingers to your chin, angling your face with ease to get a better look at you. “call me eijirou.”

“what?”

“just once. please.”

“why-”

“once.”

“...what is it, eijirou?”

the pause felt like an eternity. “it’s you, y/n.”

“it’s...me? what about me? did i do something wrong?”

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in his longing smile as he stared down. “you’re so oblivious.”

you could hear his heart beating, getting faster with every sentence he pushed out.

“you’re so clueless, y/n. it’s kind of pissing me off.”

“what am i doing to piss you off?” you snapped.

he tongued the inside of his cheek. “like i said.” he flashed you an award-winning grin. “clueless.” kirishima pushed himself off the wall and left the room, the door shutting hard, but not slamming shut.

you were left breathless, the hint of his cologne still lingering in the space before you.

you’d avoided kirishima and bakugou for the rest of the night.

what kirishima had wanted to say was nothing like what he said, but he knew everything would come out all wrong if he’d try to say anything.

his mind would have jumbled all his words, and he’d look like a crazy, insane lover.

bakugou wasn’t bad for you. not at all. you two were perfect for each other. you both had thick skin for silly rebuttals towards one another. you brought out the fun side of the blonde, and he worked you to your best.

kirishima was just your best friend. he hated to be the one who had fallen with nothing to soften the blow that was surely coming soon.

his ears burned nearly as red as his hair. a shudder passed down his back, the feeling of your jaw pressed between his thumb and index finger still imprinted there.

“i can’t fucking stand to see you around him.”

kirishima made his way to the common room, finding bakugou looking for snacks there. kirishima scoffed as his friend emerged with an apple in hand.

it was not like he hated bakugou. not at all. he didn’t think that pining for the same girl would ruin their friendship. he was just angry that you chose him.

kirishima respected your decisions. he wouldn’t ever try to get in the way of anything if you and bakugou made that kind of decision. he just wanted to be near you.

perhaps he should leave the situation alone. leave you alone and just forget about how his feelings were nagging at him every day.

he should forget how you were the first thing on his mind every morning, and the thing he thought about when he fell asleep.

you were everywhere. should he forget that too?

bakugou tossed his apple into the air. he clapped his friend on the back, taking a bite out. “go to sleep, idiot.”

“don’t call me that.”

bakugou turned, startled that kirishima wasn’t taking bakugou’s shit today. “you good?”

“i’m fine, but i’m not an idiot.”

bakugou’s body tightened. “alright.”

the pair stood awkwardly for a moment before kirishima sucked in a sudden breath. “what is y/n to you?” he asked.

bakugou raised an eyebrow. “what?”

“they’re obviously something to you.”

“listen, they were just helping me out. didn’t think you’d get offended from them fixing my broken ass nose.”

“that’s not what i mean. i walked in on you two, and you were about to—”

“i wasn’t going to do jackshit.” bakugou tossed his apple away, too angry to eat anything anymore.

“yes. don’t lie to me.”

“i’m not lying. where is all of this coming from?”

kirishima huffed out a frustrated breath. he shouldered past bakugou. kirishima uttered words he hated himself for saying. “leave me alone.”

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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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request by anonymous: “can i get some my hero angst. maybe where there’s an argument between them and the reader and it blows up terribly. you can decide on the rest of the details. two characters is fine!”

request status: CLOSED

characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Mirio Togata

Bakugou Katsuki:

you two were practically a match made in heaven. it wasn’t easy to tell that you held Bakugou down without much trouble. some praised while some were just genuinely confused.

but because of that, there were some things that did tick the both of you off. the two of you had very ‘aggressive’ sides to each other and when arguments did happen, good lord, help any person who was around to hear it. the loudness happening between the two of you could be rivaled to that of present mic’s booming voice.

the thing that caused this argument was how Bakugou kind of didn’t like how comfortable you were around your friends (specifically the boys). you were very laid back, not caring how you talked or ate, and while the boys no problem in it, it irked Baku’s nerve. sometimes he just wished you were a bit more feminine.

you were sitting down with Kaminari and Sero having coffee after class. Friday nights you usually spent your night with them, relaxing after a hard week, and really just trying have fun with each other before the week started up again.

Bakugou on the other hand had a terrible day to say the least. he got bitched at by Aizawa, Midoriya had beat him in training, and you were just not there dotting on him as you should have. you were with Kaminari and Sero, laughing and talking with him.

as you took another sip of your coffee, you let an unintentional burp out, not realizing how loud it was. Kaminari’s eyes widened as Sero started to laugh hysterically. you covered your mouth in embarrassment as Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“you might as well grow a dick if you’re going to act like that.”

you immediately looked to Bakugou, your eyes fluttering to anger and confusion, “excuse you?” you asked. it wasn’t hard to tell. whenever you got pissed off, it was easy to see the rage in your eyes and your jaw clenching almost immediately.

“you heard what I said. it’s like you have no manners,” Bakugou retaliated. you scoffed, “please, like you’re the last one to talk about having manners Mr.I get pissed off at any living and breathing thing,” you retorted.

Sero and Kaminari remained silent, not really knowing how to leave the situation. Bakugou, this time, laughed as you drank your coffee, waiting for his response.

“at least I have table manners. it isn’t lady like. at least girls like Mina don’t do things like that and don’t even get me started on your mouth. it’s like you’re trying to break us up.”

this time, your eyes widened but not in anger, in sadness. Bakugou had never compared you to someone before. he had never shown you this side before and frankly, you had no idea how to respond.

“fine.”

you grabbed your coffee cup, slamming it in the sink before basically charging up the stairs to your dorm room. Sero and Kaminari gave him a look before awkwardly. Bakugou had never argued this badly with you before and he had no idea that in the heat of the moment, he basically insinuated that he wanted to break up.

Bakugou growled at himself, immediately texting you that he was sorry but what he got in return was a delivered sign before it read that he was no longer able to send or receive messages from you. you had blocked his number and honestly, he understood why.

the next morning, he woke up in a worse mood. you were not bothering him with a million messages, his number was still blocked but the slight upside to this was that you were downstairs eating breakfast and in a better mood from what he could tell.

he groggily made his way downstairs to see you with Kaminari and Midoriya which immediately put worsened his mood. you were still the same old you but as soon as you realized he walked, you remained silent, not speaking which threw Midoriya off but Kaminari quietly told him he’d tell him later.

Bakugou remained in the kitchen for a while as he made his breakfast. in that time, the conversation was still going but you were practically silent the entire time and whenever you did speak, it looked like you watched what you were saying and kept your voice EXTREMELY quiet.

he found it weird to not see you in your usual personality. you weren’t as excited or loud as you usually were. your attitude went a full 360 every time he was around you for the rest of the weekend. you had unblocked his number, him immediately apologizing as you gave him a simple ‘it’s fine’ as a reply.

come Monday morning, all of you had class again. you had made it to class before Bakugou did as you were just hanging Kirishima and Sero. you personality was back to it’s original state but as soon as Bakugou walked in, you fell silent. he walked over to you, putting his arm around you.

the conversation went to a few murmurs with you only speaking up quietly every so often. everyone throughout the day could tell the switch in your personality every time Bakugou was around. you went from your usual self to as quiet as Momo.

Bakugou noticed. he would be an idiot not to see it. he saw the way you were with everyone else, loud, excitable, slightly annoying, but as soon as he walked in, you did the flip and just stayed quiet. once the day ended, he was above the point of being annoyed. he was pissed off at himself because he hurt the one person who meant the world to him.

you had made your way to your room after class ended to get work done. you were studying for a Hero Law’s exam, dry texting Bakugou before hearing a bang on your door. you had felt yourself jump out of your skin in fright before approaching the door.

“hey,” you said quietly to Bakugou. he didn’t say much before basically slamming your door shut, “what the fuck is wrong with you? you’ve been acting weird since we’ve fought and even after I apologized,” he stated.

you didn’t know what to say so you stayed quiet for a moment. he huffed as you finally looked up at him, “you said you wanted someone ladylike and feminine so I became what you wanted,” you muttered.

Bakugou sighed, of course that was why you were acting all weird. he grabbed your hand and while you wanted to pull he away, he didn’t let you, “stop. i was being a dick. i didn’t mean any of that. i was having a bad day. you’re fine and you shouldn’t change who you are because of my dumbass,” he practically begged.

you sighed, finally relaxing into his touch.

mirio togata:

it wasn’t a secret. mirio was a flirt with many people. that was just who he was but as soon as he laid his eyes on you, it was over. he wanted to flirt with you and you only. it was practically love at first sight more him.

but that didn’t stop his flirtatious ways from coming up again after a few months of dating. you saw him talking to girls the same way he did when he first showed interest in you, sometimes even flirting with your closest friend, and while it didn’t bother you at first, it slowly crept up to burning jealousy.

tamaki and nejire had noticed your saddened expression whenever he did that and tried comforting you whenever they could but they could tell it was coming in one ear and going out the other.

it was getting harder and harder to catch his attention and you felt that as his girlfriend, you shouldn’t have to fight this hard for your OWN boyfriends attention.

finally, you had confronted mirio about it and for whatever reason, it blew up to an even bigger argument than you anticipated it to be.

“mirio please, just try to understand where I’m coming from,” you whispered. you weren’t trying to fight with him for various reasons. one: it was extremely early in the morning and two: both of you were planning on going to a party later in the night and didn’t want to ruin the night for the two of you.

he ruffled your hair in a way that pissed you off even more. it was demeaning in a way and it irked you even more, “imagine if I flirted with every guy I spoke too? would you be upset?” you asked. he shrugged, “well yeah!” he exclaimed, “so why is it a problem when you do it and I get mad?” you asked again.

mirio sighed, “you’re just overthinking it and letting your jealousy get the best of you. you’re no fun when you’re like this,” your eyes widened, not believing what he was saying. you grabbed your phone, “whatever, have fun tonight togata. you can fuck any girl at the party for all i care,” you yelled as you got up to leave.

“sunshine,” he tried to say as you turned around to give him the middle finger before slamming the door shut. you practically marched to your room with one thought in your mind, “he wants to play this game? fine,” you murmured as you dug into your closet.

the night crawled in as you finished getting ready. you were wearing something very out of your element. it was clothes you just had laying around, no intention of ever wearing but with the events from the morning and your plan already stapled in your head, the outfit was perfect.

you were wearing short shorts, fishnets underneath them with a crop top that showed your cleavage. you felt extremely weird wearing it but the party wasn’t in the dorm building and everyone attending had to wear non-UA sanctioned clothes to get away with not getting caught.

the party was at a house a few blocks down. you had worn a jacket that covered everything you had too until you got to the house. once you finally got there, the house was blaring music, you could see a few kids already getting drunk, and everyone packed inside.

you gave your jacket to the host, him complementing you almost immediately. you had seen Mirio with Tamaki and Nejire in the corner but you didn’t bother to say hi as you went to your other group of friends and talked with them. they had poured you a cup of what they called Jungle Juice (take it from someone in a sorority, don’t drink that shit. it’s basically gasoline that will have you in the bathroom puking for hours), and you chugged it down as if it was water.

“hey, ( your name ) is here,” tamaki inquired. they had known about the argument and while mirio had every intention of apologizing tomorrow, he saw the way you were dressed and made him drool, “go to her!” nejire said.

mirio was about to get up but he saw one too many guys already surrounding you. you were basically entertaining them, laughing and giggling with them as they offered to buy you more drinks and even ditch the party with them.

“wanna dance?” one of the guys asked. you nodded, getting up from the couch and clutching onto your drink as you joined him on the dance floor. both of you were slightly tipsy at this point and practically yelling the words to the song, “i haven’t had this much fun in so long,” you exclaimed to the boy.

you had the boys jacket wrapped around you as you leaned into him and screamed in random drunkness. now everything was making sense to mirio. this is how you felt whenever he was this way with girls but the thing was, boys never crowded around you the way girls did with him and frankly, he hated the way they were around you.

the boys were staring at your chest every time you jumped up or danced and he wanted nothing more than to just deck them in the nose. as he watched you entertain the boys, his nerves were getting more and more short. he saw you look at him from time to time and basically brushed him off to talk with everyone else.

finally, you got up to use the bathroom when you felt mirio walking your way. you immediately locked the bathroom door, taking as much time as you wanted, freshening up your makeup and popping in a mint before walking out again.

“hey!” mirio’s voice said from behind you. you gave him a simple nod before walking down the stairs, grabbing your drink from one of the boys and taking a sip, “can we talk?” he asked.

you gave him a confused look, “nah, we can talk tomorrow. i’m having fun and you’re probably busy flirting with girls so just save whatever you have to say,” you said with no remorse in your voice, “i haven’t spoken to any girls all night,” he muttered.

“that’s a first! you should probably get on that, huh?” you said before walking away, “see you later mirio.”

mirio felt himself wanting to cry as he replaying the words you told him when you first got together. ‘don’t forget, you play with my heart and you’re easily replaceable’. he continued to watch you dance and sing with different people almost as if you had already moved on and forgot about him.

the night finally came to an end as you grabbed your jacket from the boy and started to make your way to the dorm room. mirio had left the party by then and while you had known that your words were kinda harsh, he finally got a taste of his own medicine.

you slowly walked to your dorm room but not without seeing mirio standing at the front of it. you sighed, not really wanting to deal with all of this so late at night.

“what do you want togata?” you asked annoyed. he walked inside of the dorm with you, “i’m sorry,” he basically spat out. you laughed as you started to undress yourself and put on your pajama shorts, “i guess i kind of deserve what i got tonight,” he continued.

“no, really?” you said sarcastically. he nodded in shame, “i finally felt how you feel when i’m that way with other girls and it isn’t fair to you,” you finally gave him a look before rolling your eyes and hugging him, “i promise i’ll try to stop girls from getting close to me and all of that.”

you nodded as you bent him down to give him a kiss, “it shouldn’t have taken me to do all of that to get you to realize it, mirio,” you said softly, “just take what i say in consideration next time instead of gaslighting me.”

mirio nodded as he held you closer, muttering how jealous he was of the guy you were with and how that should have been him. you knew at the end of the day, mirio was just an overgrown baby who could didn’t need a lot to be hushed so you took him into your bed to snuggle him, quickly changing his mind with something else.

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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years

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Incandescent

ϟ AN: I struggled with this one cause I tried to finish it while I was sick, so be kind guys I would appreciate it. The brief mention of Bakugou is connect to: this fic. But you can skip it if you would like.

ϟ Warnings: Explicit smut with aged up Kaminari, mentions of spankings, and rough sex. Please read at your own discretion. Denki x Fem reader

ϟ Summary: He shouldn’t want his innocent and proper ex girlfriend. But sometimes it’s nice to revisit the past for some much needed debauchery.

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It’s been give or take four to five years. He hadn’t thought of her in that way in years. When they broke up, it was amicable. They understood the course of their relationship had hit a dead end. They wanted to date other people and see what life had to offer. The two of them had agreed on this. So why was it that he was unable to look away from Y/N tonight?

She looked gorgeous; Y/N had been a scrappy girl in U.A. Now she was a woman in every sense of the word. She had filled out her costume so well now it was hard not to notice. Kaminari saw the various appreciative looks she was gaining from the various onlookers.

Maybe it was the conversation he had with Sero a few weeks ago.

The two of them and Kirishima met up at a bar to relax. Even Bakugou joined them for an hour before he stomped to the home he shared with his girlfriend. Who knew the first to be in a stable relationship and remain in one for years would be the wild Bakugou? That same feral kid who would continuously threaten and scream “Die!” whenever it fit his fancy.

Anyway, Sero and Kaminari took it upon themselves to do a drinking game, and before Sero knew it, he was drunk. He never could hold his alcohol well.

It was in this state that Sero confessed something that shocked Kaminari to his core.

“L-listen. Doon’t bee madd-d. Me and Y/N had a thingsh for a month,” Sero hiccupped. “I’m shorry. I -hope you’re not mad.”

Even while intoxicated, Kaminari had the sense not to flip out. What was there to be mad about anyway? Y/N and he hadn’t dated in years and weren’t as close as they used to be. Kaminari still was cordial to her and whatever boyfriend she might have introduced to their 1-A group.

Sure, it was weird that Sero and Y/N were a thing. But it was more because it happened out of nowhere. They were polar opposites, people he thought didn’t even know each other’s first names.

“Here, drink some water. You’re wasted.”

Kaminari tried to calm an overly emotional Sero who was trying to smother him with affection. It was usually the other way around. At least, he wasn’t a needy drunk like the taped hero.

“But maaaan I gotta say. Y/N was hot! S-shhe was the best ssseex I had in years. It was too bad it ended,” Sero lamented before giggling at the word “sex”. Then he proceeded to chant it and burst into drunken laughter.

Kaminari spent the rest of the night getting sober before helping Kirishima take Sero back to his apartment. The two buddies then sorted it all out by acknowledging that the night never happened, and it wasn’t something to ever be spoken about again.

But he couldn’t help himself as he checked out Y/N indiscriminately. The sex Kaminari remembered was sweet and vanilla. Nothing to write home about. He had better sex with more experienced partners. But it was great for his first time. Which now, he couldn’t reconcile with the sex that Sero described. “The best sex I ever had” with Y/N of all people? Sweet and sugar Y/N? Now that was something Kaminiari had to check out for himself.

So, making up his mind, he strolled over casually to where Y/N was conversing with a fellow hero.

“Hey Y/N! Long time no see. You look amazing.”

Y/N excused herself and turned around to face him with a smile.

“Denki, I just saw you a few weeks ago at Jiro’s birthday party.”

He sheepishly chuckled. “Oh, right. But I mean it, you look great.”

A soft blush appeared on Y/N’s face before she tried to face away from him. Now that was interesting. Maybe it won’t be so hard to get in her good graces once again.

“A-arigato. Did you need something from me? You’re usually off with Grape Juice trying to score a date at NPHC.”

He casually swung an arm around her shoulder. “Now, why would I do that when there’s already the beautiful Y/N in front of me?”

She shrugged off his arm and pushed him away. “Seriously? You know I don’t like these types of jokes.”

“Heh, you liar. If I remember correctly, you used to love my jokes.”

Kaminari stepped closer to Y/N and curled his arm around her waist tightly.

“You used to love it when I whispered into your ear like this,” he muttered hotly against her skin.

She let out a girlish squeal before pushing him away from her person.

He just grinned when he saw the red hues spread over the apples of her cheeks and ears. Just as he was about to grab her again, Y/N scuttled away from him like he had just caught fire.

Well, it looks like she was still the same Y/N even if she was grown up in other ways. That was more reassuring than he thought possible. Which he felt a little confused by; why did he care if Y/N was still the same girl he dated back in U.A.?

The rest of the evening Kaminari took great pleasure in messing with Y/N whenever possible. When their eyes happened to meet, he sent a heart-stopping wink her way. He brought her champagne only to brush his hand against her ass accidentally. When other men tried to approach her, he managed to intercept them.

“She’s my date for tonight. Sorry guys,” Kaminari joked while he tugged Y/N away from everybody else.

Y/N tried to remove her hand from his hold, but he only tightened his grip. Kaminari maneuvered through the hallways before he pulled her inside an open door. They were isolated in a private bathroom above the National Pro Hero Convention.

“What is going on with you? Why are you flirting with me?”

He took his time locking and securing the door. A bit nervous about turning and answering Y/N’s questions. He didn’t know if she would reject him tonight. Flirting was harmless, but sex complicated relationships. So, he would tread lightly. Yet, there was a confidence in knowing that she already engaged in something with Sero without making it serious. Maybe tonight it wouldn’t end in rejection.

As he walked towards Y/N teeming with self-assuredness, an easy his younger self would have been regarded with jealousy. It was the type of boldness only acquired after years of experience. Funny how he would use that same experience to entice the first girl he ever dated.

Y/N gazed at him as if his eyes could give her the answers she wanted. A litany of emotions flashed across her face. Was she always this expressive?

“Denki- “he cut her off with a kiss.

Kaminari swallowed her whimpers and tangled his tongue along with hers. She tasted vaguely like the champagne he had handed her earlier. He clutched her hips tightly before clasping her bottom. He didn’t remember her ass being so thick. Whatever Y/N was doing, it was working out for her. Perhaps a bit too well. He hadn’t necessarily planned to fuck her ass, but the night was long, and he had full intentions of taking advantage of it.

He separated from her mouth only to go back one and twice more. As if he was afraid to remove himself from her enticing taste.

“Y/N, I need you like. Right. Fucking. Now,” Kaminari gasped out while placing wet kisses along her slender neck.

The gasps evolved into a groan when he felt her tentatively touch his clothed cock. Her touch only served to stir his groin, and he placed his hand over hers to rub more firmly.

There was only so much he could take. He never did have any patience and was tired of being unable to get Y/N underneath him like he wanted. Kaminari cornered Y/N against the wall and pressed his body adjacent to her soft curves.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Yes or no.”

Y/N hesitated as her ample chest quivered, and her eyes glowed with untamed desire.

“If you really want me, then yes,” she whispered before pulling him down to kiss her.

“You know what to do.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he guided her legs around his waist to which she tightly wrapped. Y/N didn’t need any more encouragement as she closed her eyes and concentrated. In a puff of black smoke that quickly dispersed, the duo disappeared. When Kaminari looked up from licking the salt from her wet skin, he realized that the two were in a darkened room looking over Tokyo city lights.

It would appear the familiar bedroom sparked something for Y/N because her body relaxed, and she redirected his distracted face back to her mouth. She let out a low moan and ran her blunt nails through his blond hair.

Kaminari’s breath hitched, and he could feel his body responding to her. Sero didn’t lie, nor did he exaggerate. She had changed and in the most unexpected way. It was always him who would initiative their kisses and dictate their pace. Y/N, in her inexperience, was too shy to voice her needs, so he did his best with what he had. He didn’t mind it at the time because it was fun learning what worked and didn’t work. Now the way her grip was tightening in his hair, he couldn’t help but surrender to her whims instead.

As her tongue was keeping his mouth occupied, he could absentmindedly feel her take off his signature black and white jacket. That fueled the blood rushing through his veins and managed to engorge the hardened flesh pressed against Y/N’s hips. He always did love it when women removed his clothes for him. He loved it even more when they got frisky in the process, like how she flicked his sensitive nub with her tongue when she managed to get his shirt off as well.

Somehow Y/N’s clothes joined his on the floor, and Kaminari ended up on her bed.

“Come on, Y/N. Show me what you got me,” he said with leisure, resting his hands behind his head.

He kept still and tried not to make a sound as their centers connected. It took a while for Y/N to get it together as his cock kept slipping through her wet center. His eyes were tightly closed as his member entered her, and her warm embrace surrounded him.

Kaminari opened his eyes again to see an exquisite sight of a naked Y/N on top of him. He honestly didn’t think that this was something that would ever happen between the two of them. But life was unique like that; you never know when you would feel the itch to fuck your single ex-girlfriend.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a smart comment, she started moving. He should have known better to challenge Y/N, though. She might have been shy, but she was notoriously competitive and a sore loser. So, he shouldn’t have been that surprised when Y/N started riding him like a champion.

Many people had commented that he was a certified dumbass. He always disputed the absurd claims because no matter what people thought of him, there was always someone dumber like Mina. But he never felt as foolish as in that moment when Kaminari realized he spelled out his doom when he mouthed off to Y/N. The intensity in her eyes didn’t dissipate despite the rigorous rocking of her body. She was moving like an exotic dancer with the control of her movement and her slams' precision. It was no doubt in his mind that she had practiced until she mastered this particular lesson. Now he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by his own choices.

He could feel the telltale signs as his skin heated up and the tingles at the base of his spine. And the more telling signal of his balls getting heavy and tight.

He gritted his teeth and sunk his fingers into her hips.

“Y/N, fuck!” he hissed to her face. Y/N responded with defiance in her eyes alongside vigorous slams of her hips.

He couldn’t lose to her, not right now. Not ever. Especially if he wanted back in her bed in the near future.

That thought temporarily distracted him. Kaminari didn’t realize he was already contemplating a round two. His attention quickly snapped back to Y/N when her inner walls clenched around his cock with a vengeance. He groaned and bit down on his lip to distract himself. It did nothing to deter his pleasure. He knew like the first he had touched himself as a randy young boy that the height of his gratification wasn’t too far behind. But too bad for Y/N that he was no longer an inexperienced teen and knew exactly how to turn this into his favor.

Kaminari flipped her onto her back, and he relished the shocked look upon her face. Just as he was about to reenter her wet center, she cried out.

“Wait, not like this. On my hands and knees,” Y/N urged Kaminari by pushing back against him. Too shocked to argue with her, he let Y/N shove him a couple of inches and watched as she turned around and exposing her ass to his face. Unable to help himself, he clutched her bottom tightly before landing a firm smack onto her skin. Her body jolted, and she swayed a bit but didn’t say anything more.

He let out a chuckle. “Anything you want, babe.”

Kaminari gripped her hips tightly before crushing her smaller body with his. He plowed into her with an exuberance he never knew he was capable of. Instead of concealing her screams as most would, Y/N let pleasure known almost shamelessly. She was so uninhibited at that moment he almost proud that he was the reason that she was screaming herself hoarse.

It was due to all the noise that he didn’t hear what she muttered next.

“Wha-“he panted as he tried to get ahold of himself. “What was that?”

“Pull my hair, Denki,” her sore voice commanded.

There wasn’t any heat nor any threat in her words, but he felt compelled to fulfill her every command. Almost as if the sheer exhaustion hypnotized him that her voice conveyed. Almost as if they had been fucking nonstop for hours rather than it being their first round. He grabbed a fist full of her soft hair and tugged, following the motions of their bodies.

Y/N voiced her approval, and the next words she wailed almost made him lose his mind and spill prematurely into her.

“Harder! I said harder!”

Kaminari fucked her so vigorously that he vaguely thought he would break Y/N’s bed, and she was going to kill him in the morning. As Y/N's orgasm finally pushed her over the edge, her body shook and trembled, all the while receiving his still steady thrusts. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let himself go as the orgasm literally shook him to his core. He rarely lost control of his quirk anymore, but the temporary loss of his senses gave himself and Y/N underneath him a mild shock.

He let out a deep groan and felt his body twitch from his own quirk. Kaminari quickly moved Y/N on her back and checked over her quickly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Her face pinkened, and her chest heaved almost enticingly, but overall looked unharmed.

The two of them stayed on her bed, breathing heavily and looking up at the ceiling of Y/N’s apartment.

“So, you got any plans next week?”

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