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Can I request an imagine where midoriya cheats on the reader and bakugo finds her crying in the halls and is there for her and they grow a romantic relationship? Lots of angst and fluff pls! Thank u!

author’s note: hi dear, yes you absolutely can!! i love soft katsuki and i’m so sorry if this is not what you wanted but i hope you like it!! <3

TRUST FALL

— 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

genre: angst at first, fluff at the end :>

warnings: mentions of cheating

word count: 1.2k words

“Izuku… Why?”

“I’m sorry Y/N… I didn’t know how to tell you…”

“Am I not good enough? Is that it? Is that why you cheated on me? Is there someone better?”

“I… I’m sorry Y/N…”

“Wait, don’t leave! Izuku, wait! Please! Please…”

You’ve been replaying the conversation over and over in your head for the past hour, each time failing to find the answer to your question.

Why? Why did you leave me?

The poor condition of the abandoned hallway you were in mirrored your despair; paint peeling off the walls, windows coated with grime and the dusty ground on which you sat in melancholy.

You leaned your head back against the wall, desperately trying to pull yourself together. You felt and looked like an absolute wreck. Your hair that was perfectly styled this morning was now disheveled, acting as a curtain that attempted to shield you from the hurts of the world. The trails on your cheeks held traces of all the tears you had shed. Your throat was parched for water and your eyes burned from the overproduction of saline.

Well, at least no one is here to see you like thi-

“Oi.”

Crap.

“What the hell are you doing here, sitting on the floor like a damn idiot?”

You have got to be joking. The universe just had to give you someone you knew. You shifted your body so that your back was facing him and swiftly wiped your eyes in a pitiful attempt to hide your misery.

“Oi! Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you, shitface!” he spat.

“Dammit, Bakugo! Can you just mind your own business and leave me the hell alone?” you yelled over your shoulder.

You’ve never been very close to Bakugo and usually just tried to avoid him. It wasn’t because you hated him - because you didn’t - but you weren’t exactly very fond of him either. You just never appreciated the way he treated your now ex-boyfriend. Being fiercely protective of him, you were always the first one to come to Izuku’s defence and never backed down from a fight - whether verbal or physical - even if it was against Bakugo, one of the strongest, most hot-headed people in class. After multiple scoldings from Iida and your teachers, you decided it would be best to just avoid him altogether.

Eventually, as time went on and your relationship with Izuku began to get more serious, Bakugo’s bullying began to cease and he also started to keep his distance from the two of you. You found it slightly unusual at first, given he had years to stop picking on Izuku but chose not to until now. You weren’t complaining though. Whenever you and Izuku were together, you would also catch him glaring daggers at the two of you, more so at Izuku, but he never approached. You knew it wasn’t because he was afraid of you - he was hardly afraid of anything. Could it be that he possibly respected you for standing up to him? Your curiosity reaped no answers. Not that you cared much, but it would be a lie to say you weren’t interested in knowing the reason for his change in behaviour.

After your outburst, Bakugo’s footsteps stopped about three metres away from your curled up body, letting a tense silence settle between you. Even with your back turned, you could feel his eyes locked on your frame, watching your every move.

“Look, I don’t know what your damn problem is but if you think you can tell me what to do, you’d better think again,” his voice dripping with annoyance.

Oh my god, why was he so persistent? Could he not just go away? Your blood started to boil and the heat rushed to your face.

“Stop acting so weak and pathetic-”

“YOU KNOW WHAT BAKUGO,” you snapped, standing up and finally facing him. Bakugo’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of your tear-stained face, but he didn’t look away. “YOU’RE RIGHT. MAYBE THAT REALLY IS WHAT I AM. WEAK AND PATHETIC.”

Bakugo opened his mouth but you cut him off.

“I’m constantly there for others and I always try to give everyone my all but in the end, who’s there for me? No one! I’m always the one that’s suffering, but people don’t notice because no one actually stops to think about me!”

“But Deku-”

“IZUKU CHEATED ON ME!” your cries echoed down the empty hallway. Hearing yourself say it out loud finally cemented the reality you were denying for so long. A lump started to form in your throat and you could feel your eyes starting to well up with tears again.

Bakugo’s body became stiff, a million thoughts running through his mind. You could have sworn you saw his eyes flash with anger, but you couldn’t see clearly through the thin film impairing your vision.

You choked out a sob. “I thought that someone had finally accepted me, finally acknowledged that I was worthy of being loved. But in the end, even the person I gave my everything to thought I wasn’t good enough.” You inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath. You couldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t. A wave of exhaustion finally hit you and you slid back down against the wall, curling into a ball and resting your chin on your knees. You were just so tired of everything.

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you this,” you laughed bitterly. “It’s not like you even care anyway.” You watched as an ant crawled across the space between you and Bakugo. Even ants had a colony, others they could depend on. And you? You had nobody.

“I do.”

Your train of thought came to a screeching halt as his words reached your ears. Your eyebrows furrowed and you raised your head to look up at him through your wet lashes. You had been here for so long that the sun was beginning to set, bathing Bakugo in a soft peachy glow.

“What?” you asked.

He looked at you straight in the eye, unflinching.

“I said I do,” he repeated. “I do care. About you.”

You blinked at him once. Twice. Three times. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Bakugo Katsuki, the last person in the world you thought you would be pouring your heart out to, just said he cared about you.

“Don’t lie,” you scoffed.

“Tch, I’m not lying, you idiot. You just don’t want to accept it,” he replied flatly.

Well, how could you? Words were just words after all. Izuku consistently told you that he loved you and still he shattered your heart. Trusting people just wouldn’t be so easy anymore. Your disbelief became apparent when you broke his gaze and pulled your knees closer to your chest.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “You never let me finish, by the way,” he said. You made no move to respond, but you were listening to every word he was saying, weighing the sincerity of each one.

“I said stop acting so weak and pathetic, not because you are, but because it is everything you are not.”

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe him so bad but you couldn’t find the heart to.

“You have never backed down when it came to protecting Deku against me. You weren’t afraid to stand up and challenge me. In fact, you are always at the frontlines, defending people you care so deeply about. That doesn’t make you weak. It shows that you’re strong. Putting others before yourself is a trait that every great hero has. And I admired you for that. A lot.”

Your mind was whirring. Not only were the things he was saying difficult to believe, but the words coming out of Bakugo's own mouth being anything but foul was so terrifyingly uncharacteristic of him that you couldn’t possibly believe it was true.

“Which is why…” he muttered, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it. You waited for him to finish his sentence but he never did.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and saw him looking at the floor. You had never seen Bakugo this vulnerable before. Oh, how the tables had turned.

“Which is why…?” you urged him to continue. You weren’t sure if it was the radiant sun that gave a reddish tint to his cheeks or if you were actually witnessing the infamously brash Bakugo Katsuki blushing.

“Which is why I li…” he mumbled, the end of his sentence dissipating due to lack of articulation.

“Why what?” you asked again, mildly irritated that he wouldn’t just spit it out.

He groaned loudly.

“WHICH IS WHY I LIKE YOU, DAMMIT!” he finally admitted, raising his voice as he turned to look straight at you.

Your eyes widened so much you thought your eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets. You didn’t even bother hiding the shock on your face. This was simply incomprehensible.

But the more you mulled it over, the more it started to make sense. The explanation for Bakugo’s behaviour towards you and Izuku could finally be explained: he was jealous. Seeing you with anyone but himself infuriated him, especially if it was the boy who was effortlessly gaining everything he had ever wanted. That was why Bakugo continued tormenting Izuku, only he never expected it would be you that he would end up fighting as you stepped in to defend your boyfriend. As your relationship became more serious, Bakugo was forced to step back out of respect, but he never stopped glowering whenever he saw you two together. The reason he stopped tormenting Izuku was not because he was afraid of you, nor was it because he respected your determination to defend the boy you loved. It was because it would break his heart to be the cause of your distress. Everything he did… was because of you.

“WELL? Don’t just give me that stupid look! Say something!” he shouted in frustration, desperate for an answer.

Part of you felt relieved to see Bakugo return to his familiar aggressive self, but another part somehow knew that he was only doing it to cover up the fact that he was deeply embarrassed. The thought made a small smile tug at the corner of your lips. You valued the fact that he trusted you enough to let his guard down.

And you wanted to trust him too. But with everything that had happened, you just weren’t sure if you were ready to put your heart on the line again. Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you tried to form a coherent string of words that could accurately express everything you thought and felt.

He watched intently as you bit your lower lip and fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt. Although the suspense was eating him alive, he respected the fact that you needed to collect your thoughts and waited patiently for your answer. Besides, it meant that you were seriously considering his confession, which was all he could have hoped for. Finally, you got to your feet and made your way over to him, his crimson eyes never leaving yours.

“Bakugo…” you started gently. He might have seemed collected on the outside, but his heart was beating impeccably fast and his anxiety levels were off the charts.

“I really appreciate your honesty but… I’m just really unsure. It’s not that I don’t want to trust you but…” you exhaled shakily. “I’m just scared. I can’t just keep giving my heart to people I’m not sure would treasure it… I just can’t. I need to protect myself too. I don’t want my heart to get broken again. I-”

He grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours, cutting you off. Caught by surprise, you weren’t sure how to respond. But as he kissed you, you could feel how much he meant every single thing he said. Suddenly, they weren’t just words anymore.

The kiss was soft and gentle as if he were afraid to hurt you, especially when you were already in so much pain. Yet, he never lacked passion, because he wanted to prove how true his feelings were for you. But above all, the kiss… his love…

It was sincere.

Genuine.

Honest.

You melted into the kiss, hesitant at first but slowly willing to give love another try.

Bakugo broke the kiss and leaned back to admire the face he thought was so beautiful. His strong hands traced down your face to your shoulders and finally came to a rest at your arms, rubbing your skin soothingly.

“You’re right, you know. You can’t just give your heart to people. If you do, you’re bound to get heartbroken,” he said.

You frowned and stared forlornly at your feet, unsure of what to say. You knew he was right but you couldn’t help it. All you ever wanted was to be loved. To matter to someone.

“Which is why,” he took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up to look at him. For the first time, you saw his eyes up close. They weren’t the blazing hot embers everyone associated with his rageful and dangerous behaviour. Right now, under the warmth of the setting sun, they were the soft comfort of red satin that whispered a love so pure, you couldn’t help but feel enraptured by them. His eyes burned, but it was far from malicious. They burned with desire for one thing alone.

You.

“I will do whatever it takes to earn it.”

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Your Fault: Chapter 2 (Bakugou x Reader)

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Series Description: Bakugou is less than happy with his best friend’s new friends with benefits situation.

Chapter Summary: Bakugou struggles to come to terms with sharing. Things heat up between Denki and Reader.

“Denki’s free hand wandered up and down your waist, palming the meat of your ass as you began to grind your hips down onto his fingers. He was so pretty like this, bottom lip between his teeth and eyes trained at where your hand wrapped around him.”

Word Count: 3.3k

Content Warnings: fingering, handjob, makeout

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“You’re late.” Denki smiled up at you from the table at the cafe, his cheeks glowing a faint pink.

“Shut up, it’s by like… four minutes.” You rolled your eyes, setting your bag down on the back of the chair.

The restaurant Denki chose was nice. It was close to your place, right near your school’s campus, so it was pretty busy, especially considering that it was lunch time. The tables were spread throughout the open floor plan, with circular lights hanging above them, illuminating the lightly colored wood. Honestly, it wasn’t the type of place you’d expect Denki to suggest.

“You gonna order?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you and tilting his head towards the register.

“No Kaminari, I came here to sit in a restaurant and eat absolutely nothing.” You teased, lips pulling up in a small smirk.

“Oh, you’re very funny.” He rolled his eyes at you, standing up. “C’mon.” Denki gave you a charming grin, putting his hands into his pockets.

“I know right?” You chuckled, standing to go order a drink.

Your day was nice with Denki. He was funny, just like you’d expected, and so fucking cute. You found yourself admiring the way his collar bones peeked out from the shirt he wore, your eyes following the slight lines of his neck and jaw. You found yourself rubbing your thighs together at the slight glances he’d give you, flirtatious words falling from his lips with a cocky grin, his chin angled upwards so he could look down at you slightly.

Denki was different from how he’d been in high school, more confident and sure of himself. He carried himself differently as he made his way out of the restaurant, holding the door open for you.

“So, about what I asked you yesterday…” Denki asked as he walked you across campus to no place in particular.

“Yesterday?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, turning your head to meet his gaze.

“About Bakugou being your boyfriend.” He spoke.

“Oh, yeah,” You chuckled slightly at the absurdity of it, “that.”

“Yeah,” Denki stopped walking, putting his hands back into his pockets and tilting his chin back once again. “So you’re not dating anyone, right? Like no… secret boyfriend or something?” He asked, smiling down at you slightly.

“Why? You trying to take a bite?” You asked, stepping towards him a bit.

Your tone was flirtatious, dripping with your intentions as you looked over him, his figure becoming ever more enticing.

“And if I am?” He laughed slightly, rising to your challenge.

“I’d tell you I taste pretty good.” You smiled at him, taking your bottom lip between your teeth at the way his lips fell open slightly.

“Shit… ” Denki chuckled, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “So you don’t?”

“No Kaminari, I don’t.” You laughed. “Should tell you I’m not looking for anything serious though.”

You don’t know why you said that. It was a lie, you had nothing against serious relationships at the moment. It’s not as if you were looking for one, but you definitely wouldn’t turn down an opportunity if it presented itself. Still, you spoke before you could think, and in the moment that you said it, your cocky, son of a bitch best friend came to mind, arms crossed over his chest and giving you a look he’s reserved for you since you’d met.

“Me neither.” He shrugged before breaking out into a little smirk, eyebrow quirking up.

—

Bakugou’d spent his entire day in a shitty mood, shitter than usual. He’d woken up, worked out, and headed to classes, barely making it through each one without losing his temper. He found himself searching through crowds looking for you, trying to find your face in the sea of people in the dining hall, hoping that you’d decided to ditch the extra and eat with him.

He couldn’t figure out what had him so on edge, why he jumped every time he saw tufts of blonde hair moving through a crowd, or why he found his mind wandering to whether or not you were having fun. Something about Denki just set him off, made him angry. Bakugou’d never really noticed him in high school, after all, everyone before you pissed him off to no end, how was he supposed to differentiate one person from another when they’d all made him equally as irate.

“Hey.” Kirishima leaned across the table, passing his hand in front of his face. “Earth to Bakugou?”

“Huh?” He snapped, his head falling forward so he could face the red-haired boy in front of him.

“Jesus, been trying to get your attention for a good 45 seconds, man.” Kirishima laughed. “All okay?”

“Yeah dude, I’m fuckin’ fine,” Bakugou grumbled, rolling his eyes

“Yeesh, just askin’.” The red-haired boy raised his hands, shaking them slightly at his friend’s tone.

Bakugou knew Kirishima meant well. He was caring like that, but for some reason today it just pissed him off, reminded him that he was sitting in the library without his best friend because she was out with some shitty guy from their high school.

“Tch. Whatever, m’gonna go. Need some air.” Bakugou stood up, leaving Kirishima alone in the library and pulling out his phone and checking the screen which lit up, reminding him that he had no missed messages from you.

He knew you were near campus, so when he left the library, his bag slung over his shoulder, he wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t see you. Maybe he could catch you at the tail end of your meeting, maybe get your attention just before you started to head to your group project meeting. Bakugou just had to see you, that’s what he decided on as he walked across campus, his head turning to try and get a glimpse of your figure, to make sure you were safe.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting to actually find you, it’s just that he didn’t expect to see the two of you so soon, standing outside of a STEM building. Bakugou could feel his heart in his throat, threatening to spill over. Why was he so nervous? It was just you. Just you standing against the pillar, eyes trained on the boy in front of you in an expression he’d never seen before.

Bakugou was possessive, he knew that. It was one of his many qualities that many people found intimidating about him. Bakugou just liked to keep what was his after all, the only person he was ever used to sharing was you. He’d shared you with other’s plenty of times before. College friends, previous boyfriends, romantic interests, he’d seen them all come and go, been there through all of it. But something was off about Denki to him. Bakugou didn’t like the way he looked at you, like you were something to devour. So when he headed in your direction, he had his arms crossed and moved in long strides.

Denki noticed him first, his eyes leaving yours to fall on the scowling man who had now approached the two of you.

“Oh, Katsu,” you smiled at him, “whatcha doin’ here?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of them.

“Nothin’. Saw you on my walk back from the library, thought I’d say hi.” He shrugged, his tone abrasive.

“Huh, well, hello Katsuki.” You chuckled, turning to Denki. “Kaminari, this is Bakugou. You might remember him from high school.”

“How could I forget, that signature scowl used to scare the crap outta me.” Denki smiled, an arm coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “Good to see you, dude.”

“Tch. Should still scare ya.” Bakugou grumbled, narrowing his eyes.

“Katsu-” You opened your mouth to protest but Denki cut you off.

“Woah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Denki gave a good-natured laugh. “Don’t wanna find out if the bite matches the bark.”

“It does.” You smiled.

You liked the way Denki handled Bakugou, how he managed to sidestep his threats or outbursts with a simple laugh or comment. You were surprised Bakugou hadn’t blown up yet, that he hadn’t started yelling. He just stood there, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. You couldn’t help but chuckle just a bit at how he looked, so angry and irritated, it kind of made you want to hug him. Wrap your arms around his muscular body and bury your head under his chin, laughing at how stupid he looked pouting like a child. You didn’t though, instead, you turned your attention back to Denki.

“This is actually good timing, I’ve gotta get to my group project meeting.” You gave Denki an apologetic smile, adjusting the bag on your shoulder.

“All good, see you soon?” He asked.

“Absolutely, thanks for today!” You chuckled, tossing a wink over your shoulder as you walked away, Bakugou close on your heels.

“Nice to meet you, Bakugou!” Denki called after the two of you.

You were painfully aware of Bakugou on your heels, his presence looming around you as you moved towards the library.

“You my shadow now, Katsu?” You teased, eyes shifting sideways to catch a glimpse of his form.

“No.” He grumbled, his voice low and raspy and having a hint of embarrassment.

You hummed in response, an upward tone evident in your voice as you doubted what he said. “You’ve gotta be nice to people.”

“I’m plenty nice.” Bakugou responded, catching up to you in his stride and walking on your left.

“I’m being serious.” You rolled your eyes and turned to look at him, stopping in your tracks. “He’s a nice guy, Katsu.” You tried to reason with him.

“So am I.” He stopped alongside you, unsure of which statement he was actually responding to.

The two of you stood there for a second, staring each other down. His face was unreadable and your own lips were pushed into a tight line as you narrowed your eyes and stepped closer to him. You almost never won games like these, staring contests or waiting for the other to concede. Bakugou was proud and competitive, it wasn’t often that he broke. So you stared at him, your face hovering in front of his own as he leaned down to meet your gaze.

You both felt the air shift, felt the tension between your faces gather. He narrowed his eyes further before doing something incredibly out of character. He pulled away from you with a heaving sigh, sticking his hands in his pockets and tearing his eyes away from your own.

Bakugou resumed walking, leaving you standing there for a moment with your eyebrow raised. For some reason, his concession disappointed you a bit and made you feel a little dejected. He’d grown so quiet, walking in front of you despite not really knowing where exactly you were heading.

“You gonna see him again?” Bakugou asked, head tilting back to look at you.

“Yeah, next week.” You smiled slightly. You were excited to go over to his place, excited to feel him on you, see the way he comes undone.

“Tch, cool,” Bakugou spoke, turning his gaze forward again.

He was being so quiet. You couldn’t figure out why, maybe something earlier had set him off. He knew you were looking for someone to mess around with, you’d mentioned your want of a fuck buddy so often that Bakugou actually swore that in exchange for never bringing it up again, he’d stop pretending to push you down flights of stairs, something he did often.

The two of you parted ways with very few words exchanged between the two of you. Bakugou had dropped you off outside of the library he’d just come from with little less than a simple goodbye, and you’d turned away from him with a small wave.

Bakugou was normal the following day and the days after.

—

Denki’s place was nice, if not slightly messy. He had a small living room and a small couch placed in front of his television and a lightly colored coffee table. There were a few skateboards littered around the place, leaning up against random walls, and almost every piece of furniture had decal stickers wherever he could fit them.

You’d found yourself straddling him on his couch, your clothed cunt rubbing against his hard cock through his pants. Denki’s so eager, his hands roaming up and down the curves of your waist and ass, palming at the meat of it and helping you drag yourself over his cock. His hands were gentler than expected, the skin smooth and soft as he ran the tips of his fingers over your ribcage, playing with the hem of your shirt.

His tongue slid against yours so fervently, licking into your mouth as his hands slipped your shirt over your head, your lips breaking away for a moment before he was pulling you right back on him.

“You sure this is okay?” He asked you, pulling away from you to admire your figure on top of him, his fingers dipping under the band of your bra.

“Mhm.” You nodded, bringing your lips back to his as he fumbled with the clasp. Denki was clumsy, fingers and hands less adept than some of the other men you’d been with, still, every time his skin came into contact with yours, you could feel the arousal pool between your legs.

The fabric of your bra fell down your waist and he tossed it aside, his eyes drinking in the way your tits moved with each rise and fall of your chest.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He breathed, bringing his lips to your neck and kissing along the lines of your veins.

Denki’s tongue would swipe along the skin, his teeth brushing along it occasionally earning himself breathy whines as he worked his way over the plush skin of your breasts. One of his hands found the center of your back, pushing you forward slightly so your back made a pretty arch, tits pushed into his face so he could kitten lick at your nipple a few times. His eyes raised to meet yours, pupils blown with lust as you ground down against him.

“Kaminari, please.” You breathed, your hands burying themselves in his hair.

“Denki.” He spoke, taking your nipple in his mouth and rolling it between his teeth gently, watching the way your head fell back against your shoulders. “Call me Denki.”

“Denki, please, more.” You choked out against him, pressing your chest towards his mouth and grinding down against him.

“So pretty…” He mumbled, his fingers finding your waistband and wandering past it, eager hands dipping between your slick folds. The praise made you whine, sucking in a breath when two of his fingers rubbed slowly at your clit.

Denki rubbed lazy circles around it, occasionally moving past to tease your pussy with his middle finger. You were so impatient, it had been so long since you’d gotten laid, since you’d had somebody else’s fingers inside of you.

Your hands found your way between the two of you, reaching to palm at his dick through his pants, wrapping your hand around it as best you could through the fabric. Denki threw his head back at this, sucking in a breath as his fingers paused momentarily on your clit, shaking slightly at the stimulation. He was easy to get worked up, wanted you so badly.

He slid a finger into you, curling it slightly as he searched for your sweet spot, lip between his teeth as you freed his hard cock from the confines of his pants. Denki was long and pretty, one nice vein running up the underside of his dick. He felt so hard in your hand, and as you ran your thumb over the tip, you could feel the way it throbbed for you.

Meanwhile, his finger curled into you at a steady pace and when he hit your sweet spot, you gasped, back arching against him. Denki quickly added another finger, his thumb finding your clit. He was so eager, his pace a little sloppy from the way your hand twisted in up and down motions on his shaft. And fuck, he was so vocal, moans and whines leaving his mouth every time your hand wrapped around the tip of his cock.

“Shit, like that.” You breathed out as his fingers curled against you. “J-just like that. So fucking good.”

Denki’s head fell back at the praise, his dick twitching in your grip. It didn’t take long for you to figure out he liked to be praised, as his fingers curled that much harder and faster inside of you at the incentive. Each curl of his slender fingers felt so good, his thumb moving at the same pace around your clit. He’d have you seeing stars if he continued like this, your thighs beginning to tremble around him.

Denki’s free hand wandered up and down your waist, palming the meat of your ass as you began to grind your hips down onto his fingers. He was so pretty like this, bottom lip between his teeth and eyes trained at where your hand wrapped around him.

“So tight around my fingers, wanna make you cum on them,” Denki mumbled, as if it were a train of thought, his voice strained. “Such a pretty girl.”

A pathetic whimper left your lips at the statement, legs trembling around him once again.

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, choking slightly.

Denki picked his head up, tilting it slightly so he could watch your expression. His lips were parted and his pupils were blown with lust, a light layer of sweat covering his skin. Your hand continued pumping his cock, precum spreading up and down it with each swipe. Both of your movements became more furious, trying to get each other off as you neared your highs.

“M’gonna cum.” Denki spoke, eyes screwing shut for a moment before he caught your gaze.

“Me too.” You breathed against him, connecting his lips to yours.

The kiss was so sloppy, tongues clashing against each other, hot breath fanning out across your faces. You swallowed down each other’s sounds, lips so wet and soft as they moved together.

You came undone first, knees trying to snap shut on his waist, body convulsing as you fell forward against his chest. Denki watched you, his head tilting to the side so he could watch your expression as your mouth fell open against his chest, his fingers continuing their assault on your sloppy cunt. You saw white, picking yourself up from his chest to throw your head back as he caught your nipple with his mouth again, eyes looking up at you from his position beneath you.

Denki followed soon after, leaning back on his hands as you used both of your hands to pump him, your wrists twisting with each downward stroke. You could see the way the muscles in his abdomen flexed as he struggled to keep his eyes on where his cock and your hands meet. Your name fell from his lips, long and drawling as his head fell back onto his shoulders, cum painting his abdomen in ropes.

After, you both sat panting for a bit before starting to chuckle slightly.

“You’re better at that than you look, Kaminari.” You teased, head falling onto his shoulder.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Denki laughed, lifting your head to look at him.

You shrugged, laughing slightly before standing up, fixing your clothes. Denki leaned forward, picking some article of clothing off the floor to wipe himself clean. Your breathing was still labored, legs slightly shaky as you walked around to the other side of him and sat down on the couch.

Denki put his arm around you, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

“I’m not sleeping over.” You spoke, so seriously that it was almost comical.

Denki let out a loud laugh, slapping the side of your shoulder gently with the arm that was wrapped around you. “Wouldn’t expect you to.”

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