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Character: Denki Kaminari
Song: Electric Love-BORNS
“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked, feeling a little bit silly even asking.
“I’ve never done it either.” Denki admitted with a little blush. Of course not, you thought. Because the whole time you had known Denki, he had been following you.
It wasn’t a real shock, you thought. After all, your mothers had been school friends, and they happened to end up in the same neighborhood. So of course their kids would play together. You remembered days together on the playground, or going to preschool together.
Denki always insisted that he get to be your partner in everything. When you walked places, he stood next to you and held your hand. He helped you with your lunch. He wanted to sit next to you in music class.
You adored Denki. And, you were fairly certain he adored you, too.
It wasn’t until he got his acceptance to U.A that you were aware of how deep that adoration went. You stared at him as he jumped around the room, cheering and shouting. He’d gone to the trials, you thought to yourself. You knew he wanted to.
“I did it! Can you believe it!?” he crowed as he grabbed your hands, hauling you off his bed to spin you around the room.
“Of course I can believe it.” you gave a wan smile. “Because you worked hard at it. Because you wanted it. Because it’s what you want to do. I’ve always told you that you can do anything you want if you put your mind to it, Denny.” as a child, you had a hard time with the ‘k’ sound, and so his name sounded like Denny. It had stuck, a secret joke between the two of you.
“This doesn’t change the way that… the way that I feel about you.” he said.
“And how do you feel about me?”
“You know,” he looked away, blushing. “You’re–well–I–we–.”
“Because I love you.” it was the first time you’d said it out loud, and even as you spoke you knew that it was true. Denki had squeaked, and you saw the little zaps that he would emit when he was overwhelmed. It had been so common when you were young, and you thought he’d grown out of it by now.
Apparently, even hero students could get overwhelmed.
There had been a time you were certain that his time at UA was going to ruin anything you had. And even you had to admit it wasn’t much. You watched him in the sports festival, and even though you knew that you were supposed to be focused on him, rooting for him, you couldn’t help but compare yourself to the girls there.
They were lovely, you thought. All of them. And their quirks were more powerful than yours. You could create tiny windstorms, and even though it was very useful when it came to raking leaves or getting all the dust from sweeping into the trash, it wasn’t powerful enough to be a hero.
And you had never wanted to be a hero.
Denki had to stay in dorms. Denki had to fight villains. Denki was doing things and seeing things that had never even crossed your mind. Denki, you thought, was living the life that he was meant for. And it meant that you weren’t part of it.
When summer came, Denki came back. And you were surprised when you went to his house and knocked on his door like nothing was wrong. You thought for sure that he was going to break up with you. You had gone to him to make it easier, since you couldn’t stand the waiting.
Yeah, you thought. He was gonna break up with you for one of those pretty hero girls. And he’d tell you that it wasn’t you, it was him. And he’d be so sweetly sorry, but you’d both have to acknowledge that you were so young so–.
The door swung open as soon as you knocked.
“You’re here! I was about to go see you!” he beamed as he saw you, reached out and snatched you, pulling you into him. How had he gotten so much taller, so much stronger, you thought. It hadn’t been that long, had it?
“Denki?”
“I missed you so much! Come on, come on,” he had you by the hand, dragging you up to his room.
It had been a long summer, with endless hot days. The two of you were together all the time, it felt like. Going to the arcade, watching movies, going for lunch. A few times, he had brought you around to see his friends. There had been the redhead
with all the teeth, the boy who won the sports festival, who only scoffed when you were introduced, and the boy with black hair and a wide smile.
“This is my girl.” Denki said, beaming. Everyone had greeted you, ad a few times you’d gone along with them on outings.
But you liked it more when it was the two of you, you thought. You liked when you could sit with him on a bench, and he would place with a lock of your hair. Denki always had such busy hands, you thought.
Neither one of you spoke about him returning to school. The thought made both of you ache. Maybe it was because you were young. Maybe it was because the two of you had felt this way as long as you could remember.
His parents were out. The two of you were in his room, stretched out on his bed. It wasn’t too long ago, you thought, that he had Pikachu sheets. Now he had black sheets and a black and yellow striped comforter. You were proud of the man he was coming to be, but sometimes, you thought you missed the child.
You wondered if he felt the same about you.
“I wish I could go with you.” you whispered. Denki nodded, throwing his arm around your shoulder. He pulled you in close, and the two of you sat in the familiar quiet of his messy room. You turned to him then.
“I’m ready.”
“Ready?” he was confused for a moment before it clicked. “LIke.. ready ready?”
“Yes,” you laughed softly, even though your heart was fluttering. There had been lots of kisses, you pushed down on this very bed while his mouth pressed against yours, while he moved like he was hungry, devouring you.
His hand would wander down your body, and it always felt so electric. You wondered if it was his quirk, or the way you felt. But every time his hands went between your legs, you brought them, slowly and gently away. Not a rejection, but a simple decline.
“I have condoms!” he blurted.
“That’s…good.” it was, but it made you feel a little uncomfortable.
“Because I wanted to be ready as soon as you were ready.” he explained. You nodded faintly.
You asked him then if it would hurt, and he confessed to you that he didn’t know. You took a deep breath and exhaled, and another, and another. Even if it didn’t stop the tumbling in your mind, it did help keep your hands from shaking.
“Can I undress you?” you asked. Denki nodded and jumped from the bed. You stood up too, reaching for his shirt. It felt a little awkward to pull it over his head, but he didn’t seem to mind. This wasn’t the first time you had seen him shirtless. You went to the beach together plenty. But something felt different now.
The air in the room felt like it changed, like it became a little more electrified. You couldn’t make your voice rise above a whisper, but you noticed that Denki, for all his energy and charm, seemed to be a little quieter, too.
Your hands ran down his chest. Maybe hero school isn’t so bad, you thought. His pecs were firm and defined. So were his abs. You let your fingers trail down, smirking when he gave a little giggle at the tickling sensation.
“Can I take yours?” he asked then. You nodded and put your arms up, feeling a little silly when he yanked off your loose shirt and tossed it to the side. He pulled you in close, and you thought it was for a hug, but then you heard the grumble under his breath and felt the tugging at your bra.
“This stupid damn hook, how do you do this??”
“Denki!” you laughed. “Slow down. Look at it and then undo it.” Denki gave you a sheepish smile and then concentrated. You felt your bra open and slowly stepped back, letting Denki drag it down your arms.
“I love your tits.” he said without thinking. You saw the blush rising on his cheeks, and you could only laugh. His hands were slow as he reached for you, cupping your breasts in his palms. You gasped, goosebumps rising on your skin.
“I’m glad you do.” it seemed silly to say, but you felt you had to say something! He let his thumbs circle your nipples, watching them harden and peak.
“I know that we should take this really slow, but I have to be honest. I’ve been thinking about this for months. You were all I thought about. I can’t wait.”
“Okay,” you said, your voice sounding unnatural in your own ears. He was pulling down your pants, ignoring the button on your jeans. His basketball shorts were dropped easily. He was going commando, a thought that made you blush.
Silly, you thought to yourself. After all, you were about to do something much more intimate than that. You gave the tiniest whimper, the littlest sound of uncertainty. Denki froze and then caught you up in a hug, naked while you were still in underwear. He was hard, you could see it, and his erection pressed into you when he hugged you.You had felt his erection before, when you were kissing on his bed and he was pressed tight to you.
“We don’t have to, none of this has to happen, everything can stop.” he said in a rush. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable.” he stroked your hair, pressed his cheek against yours. You realized you were trembling and forced yourself to take deep breaths to stop. You shook your head slowly.
“I’m not uncomfortable. It’s new. That’s all. And we face new things head on.” Denki gave you a smile.
“You taught me that.”
“I did?” he was shocked. “I taught you something?”
“Of course!” you laughed, and some of the tension left the room. Slowly, carefully, Denki reached and pushed your underwear down. You stood before him, naked. He slowly laid down on his bed and opened his arms, a clear invitation. You crawled into the bed and in his arms.
For a moment, you wondered if this was enough. Maybe you just had to lay together, let your skin touch. Maybe, you thought, this was the best way for your hearts to talk to each other. His hands traced up and down your back. The two of your were calm for a time, feeling warm and safe.
Denki’s hands cupped your bottom, and he rolled, having you on top of him. You gave a little squeal and began to laugh. You looked down at him and then bent until your noses were touching. For a moment, neither of you spoke.
“Can I touch you?” he asked. You gave a shaky nod, and he rolled again, laying you on your back.
“Breathe for me, baby.” he whispered, kissing your cheeks as his fingers went between your legs.
You had touched yourself. There were many nights after you went home from a date, lips swollen from kisses, panties damp between your thighs that you would collapse on your bed. You’d stick your hand down your panties and play with your clit, imagining Denki.
This felt a little different. His fingers were bigger than yours, the skin rougher, and his touch was a little more cautious, uncertain. Denki kept his eyes on your face as he rubbed at your clit, let his fingers slide down to your opening.
“I want to touch you.”
“No!” he said too quickly. You jerked back a little. “I mean–no. I’ll um, I’ll, you know–finish if you do that. And I don’t want to finish like that.”
“Oh,” you said softly. Denki’s finger slid into you. It wasn’t painful, but it was strange and new. You sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. Denki let his finger pump in and out of you, still watching your face.
“I can’t wait.” he said finally. You weren’t sure if you were ready, exactly, but was anyone? Ever? Denki got up on his knees, and you watched as he grabbed a foil wrapped packet from a little drawer in his nightstand.
You watched as he rolled it on, his hands shaking. Denki, you thought, bold and brash, so confident and brave, was nervous. Just as nervous as you. You watched him put it on, make sure it was really there.
“Keep breathing for me,” Denki whispered as he took your legs and placed them around his hips. You inhaled and looked into his eyes, losing yourself for just a moment, before you felt him beginning to press.