Ribbit

Ribbit 🐸

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: fluff, angst, mentions of physical harm (bruises and bite marks), choso is literally a protective sweetie, reader starts getting butterflies for choso A/N: I literally dream of Choso comforting me y'all, literally sweetie pie 😭

index part six | part eight

part seven word count: 2,410

you had been working tirelessly to dodge Sukuna as if he were a plague. considering your body felt like it had been ravaged by an actual epidemic—with sore, aching muscles and bruises that seemed to throb with every movement—it seemed like a reasonable strategy. whenever you knew Sukuna was in the kitchen or the living room, you’d retreat to your room, barricading yourself from his presence. for two days, your efforts had been successful.

with both Choso and Yuji off on their separate errands, you experienced a mix of relief and frustration. on one hand, their absence meant you wouldn’t be questioned about your strange behavior. on the other, it also meant you lacked any diversion from Sukuna’s looming presence. deep down, you knew you’d have to confront him sooner or later—whether to unleash your anger or break down in tears.

maybe you were at fault; after all, you had ventured into the situation knowingly. but you hadn’t anticipated things spiraling the way they did, and certainly didn’t want them to end so badly.

one thing you knew for sure – you didn’t deserve to be kicked out immediately after.

luckily for you, you had heard everyone leave the house just moments ago. the prospect of raiding the kitchen filled you with silent joy. with no reason to remain hidden, you wandered out of your room in casual shorts and a t-shirt, your growling stomach pulling you toward the kitchen.

you peeked into the fridge, trying to decide whether to eat Yuji’s leftovers or cook something yourself. yeah, you were definitely going for Yuji’s leftovers. you’d make it up to him later—maybe.

after reheating the food and settling down at the bar, you forced yourself not to look at the counter where Sukuna had previously placed you. the thought of it nearly spoiled your appetite with anxiety.

just as you began to enjoy your meal, convinced that luck was finally on your side, you quickly discovered that the gods had other plans.

how did you miss the sound of the door being unlocked? you froze mid-bite, your eyes darting up just as Choso walked in through the front door. he hadn't noticed you yet, and you quickly considered ducking under the counter to stay out of sight.

“oh, hey y’n,” Choso greeted with a warm smile as he spotted you. you must have looked like a startled possum, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Choso’s smile faded into a concerned frown as he noticed your stunned expression. “are you okay?”

you snapped out of your daze, trying to muster up a casual, cheerful demeanor. “oh, hey Choso! yeah, I’m fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be home.”

Choso chuckled and shook his head as he placed his keys on the counter and headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. “haven’t seen you out of your room in a while. have you been sick?”

sick, sure.

“um, yeah. I don’t really know what’s been going on with me,” you said, shoveling more food into your mouth. you hoped Choso would fall into his usual quiet routine and retreat back to his room.

but Choso’s attention was fixed on you as he moved around the bar. he gently tapped your forehead with the back of his hand, clearly checking for a fever.

“hm, you don’t feel feverish,” he said, looking thoughtful. “so maybe—”

you wanted to disappear when you saw Choso freeze, his eyes locked on your neck where the bruises, shaped like teeth and fingerprints, were unmistakably visible.

“did you—” he began to ask, but you leapt from your seat, cutting him off.

“it’s not what you think!” you blurted out, the words spilling out uncontrollably. however, standing up turned out to be a terrible decision. Choso’s gaze dropped to your thighs, where the bruises were just as evident.

you could see the horror in Choso’s eyes as he pieced together the disturbing sight before him. you knew exactly what he was thinking, and his reaction confirmed it.

“Choso, it’s—”

“who the hell did this to you?” Choso’s voice was filled with so much anger as he moved closer, reaching out for your arm. you braced yourself with a flinch, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle, like a warm caress. “y/n, why did you just flinch?”

“I know what it looks like, but I’m fine,” you stammered, trying to keep your emotions in check. despite your best efforts to keep your feelings contained, they were starting to bubble over.

“it doesn’t look like you’re fine.” Choso’s anger softened, and his tone became more compassionate as he continued to examine your skin for any other marks. you felt like a specimen under a microscope, unable to move as he inspected every visible bruise.

“I promise I’m fine,” you insisted, though you could feel the emotional dam inside you cracking.

“who did this to you?” Choso’s single, pleading question, delivered with such a gentle tone, was all it took. the lock on your emotions broke, and the floodgates opened wide.

the tears you had been desperately trying to hold back began to trickle down your cheeks, and as soon as Choso noticed, he pulled you into a tender embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“it’s my fault, I wanted to,” you cried out, your voice breaking as you buried your face in his shirt. the sobs came uncontrollably now, shaking your whole body. “I wanted to do it, I just didn’t know it would be like this. everything hurts now, and it’s all my fault.”

“shh, it’s okay,” Choso murmured soothingly, his hand gently stroking the back of your head. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his chest where your ear was pressed. you were desperate for him not to be angry, and the thought of him confronting Sukuna filled you with dread.

“it’s not supposed to be like this, right?” you asked through your sniffles, seeking some reassurance.

suddenly, you felt Choso pull back slightly, lifting your chin so you had to look up at him. the look in his eyes was intense, a mix of anger and concern.

“no. no, it’s not supposed to be like this,” Choso confirmed with a firm, unyielding tone. you nodded slightly against his hand, but he kept his grip steady, making sure you stayed focused on him. “listen to me—whoever did this should have asked you if this was what you wanted. whether or not you consented, if you didn’t want to end up like this… they should have asked.”

he was right, damn it. you knew he was right, but you were still lost. Sukuna hadn’t always been terrible—there were parts of him you had seen that were softer, kinder, that he didn’t show to anyone else. now, everything you thought you knew was under question, and you felt adrift, unsure of where to go from here.

“is this why you’ve been hiding in your room?” Choso asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed your small nod. “you have to tell me, y/n. who did this to you?”

“why, because you’re going to beat them up?” you tried to joke, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed your fear. you needed to know whether Choso would confront Sukuna. hell, the thought of Yuji finding out made you shudder.

Choso’s eyes grew dark, and his expression hardened as he stared into your tear-filled eyes. “yes.”

his answer was a heavy confirmation. you knew you couldn’t reveal the truth; it was a secret you’d carry with you forever.

“I don’t know,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, though it was a weak excuse. you could see Choso’s wariness growing. “I don’t remember his name.” there, that was a better excuse for him to latch onto.

“we’ll figure it out,” Choso murmured softly, pulling you into another enveloping hug. the warmth of his embrace felt like a balm to your aching soul, offering the comfort you had been craving since that night with Sukuna.

his hug was like a cozy blanket fresh out of the dryer, wrapping you in a soothing warmth. you felt safe and secure within his arms. as you took a deep breath, the scent of lavender soap filled your senses. the calming fragrance overwhelmed you with a sense of peace, and you could almost imagine breathing it in again.

you pulled back suddenly, realizing how your thoughts were spiraling. once the comforting scent of lavender faded, a wave of anxiety washed over you. “oh my god, Choso, please don’t tell Yuji,” you pleaded, panic evident in your voice. you were increasingly worried about how your best friend would react.

“y/n, he’ll want to know what happened,” Choso urged, his hands gently gripping your arms as if to anchor you in place. “you can’t keep this from him.”

“yes, I can. I’ve managed to hide it for the past two days, and I can keep doing it until my skin heals,” you insisted, desperate to keep the situation under wraps.

“I’m telling him.”

“no, you’re not!” you countered, your voice rising in desperation.

“I am,” Choso said firmly. “either you tell him, or I will.” his expression was resolute, his tone leaving no room for argument. “let him be there to help you.”

“but I have you,” you argued, hoping that was enough to persuade him. when Choso shook his head, you sighed in resignation. “fine, I’ll tell him. but only if you promise to be there to stop him from doing something reckless.”

a hint of a smile twitched at the corner of Choso’s lips, as if he was trying to contain it. “if he knows who did this, I’m not stopping him.”

“ugh, you men and your bravado,” you teased, finally managing to wipe away the tears that had been staining your face. you knew Choso was right; Yuji would need to know, even if it was the last thing you wanted. it would only hurt him more if he heard it from Choso first.

“do you want another hug?” Choso asked quietly, his eyes scanning your face for any lingering signs of distress.

even though you felt better, you nodded. Choso pulled you into another embrace, his warmth a comforting balm against the chaos of your emotions.

what you hadn’t realized, however, was that Yuji had walked in just as Choso wrapped his arms around you again.

Yuji stood in the doorway, his expression frozen in shock as he took in the sight of you wrapped in Choso’s arms. the room seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension.

Choso’s embrace tightened slightly, as if trying to shield you from Yuji’s view. you felt a fresh wave of panic, realizing that your shortly managed secret was about to be exposed.

“y/n?” Yuji’s voice was a mix of concern and confusion. he stepped further into the room, his eyes darting between you and Choso.

you tried to pull away from Choso, but his arms remained firm, offering you a comforting presence. “Yuji, it’s not what it looks like,” you started, your voice trembling.

Choso finally released you, turning to face Yuji with a serious expression. “Yuji, there’s something you need to know.”

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once Yuji got it out of his head that something was happening between you and Choso, explaining everything to him went faster than it did with Choso, mostly because you’d already laid everything bare once. however, the real challenge was dealing with the aftermath.

Yuji was pacing the living room floor, his agitation palpable as he marched back and forth. you and Choso sat on the couch, your eyes tracking Yuji’s restless movements.

“I’ll kill him,” Yuji growled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I don’t care who he is or how big he is—I’ll kill him.” his voice was a low, dangerous rumble. for what felt like the umpteenth time, you shook your head. you weren’t sure how he’d react if he knew it was his own brother.

“no one’s killing anyone,” you said firmly, but it was clear your words were barely registering with him.

“I’ll help you kill him,” Choso added, his tone supportive but firm. you swatted his arm in a half-hearted attempt to get him to back off, earning a surprised “ow” from him.

Yuji’s fierce determination seemed to waver as he suddenly stopped his pacing and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. his face was a picture of concern. “what do you need? are you okay? do you want some soba? maybe some dessert?” his words tumbled out in a rush, and you couldn’t help but smile. leave it to Yuji to offer comfort through food.

“Yuji, I’m okay,” you said, patting his head in a soothing gesture, like a mother comforting a child. his eyes remained locked on yours. “I’m maybe a little sore, but I’m okay now.”

“so you don’t want soba?” Yuji asked again, tilting his head like a confused puppy. that adorable, earnest look made it impossible to say no.

“if you really want to get soba, just say so,” you teased. Choso chuckled beside you, having already figured out that Yuji’s need for food was more about his own hunger than anything else. “but if you’re ordering soba, you might as well get me some too.”

“yes!” Yuji exclaimed, his face lighting up with determination. in a flash, his phone was out, and he was placing an order without even asking you what you wanted—no doubt already selecting your favorite.

“listen, y/n,” Choso said softly from beside you, catching your attention. his eyes were still clouded with anger, but his features were gentle and caring. “don’t go hiding in your room again. please, for me.”

“and for me!” Yuji shouted from where he was focused on his phone, not looking up.

the intensity in Choso’s eyes was something else entirely—a fierce protectiveness that sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart race in your chest.

“don’t worry, Choso,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “I promise I’ll get back to nagging you about your music.” your attempt at humor made Choso smile—a wide, genuine beam that seemed to light up his whole face. he nudged his shoulder against yours affectionately.

“fine,” he said, still smiling, “I’ll let you pick the music if it makes you feel better.”

“really?!”

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning always as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: over the clothes touching, sexually explicit wording, sukuna teasing per usual, palm grinding, i'm slow burn cock blocking y'all so no heavy smut

index part four | part six

part five word count: 1,659

"Yuji, the cookies are almost ready!" you called out from the kitchen. Yuji got up from the couch and made his way to the bar, eyeing the finished cookies.  

"does Nobara really need this many cookies?" he asked, reaching for one. you swiftly swatted his hand away.  

"she’s sick! who doesn’t love homemade cookies when they're under the weather?" you pouted. you hoped she would appreciate them, considering the effort you put in. flour was still smeared on your face from a minor mishap with the mixer.  

"shouldn’t you have made her some soup instead?"  

"Megumi's taking care of the soup. you and I are on cookie duty," you said, pointing your spatula at him with mock severity. "or rather, I'm on cookie duty since I did all the work."  

"hey, I'm delivering them!" Yuji protested, trying to sneak his hand towards the cookies again. you smacked it away once more.  

"I’ve got a batch baking just for us, so cut it out." you handed him the tupperware overflowing with cookies. "now just make the delivery, errand boy."  

Yuji saluted with a grin, taking the containers and heading out the door. you sighed, thinking that being friends with Yuji made you feel like a middle-aged mom. 

as you were in the middle of cleaning the counters, you heard the front door open and shut.

"back already? what did you do, run supersonic?" you asked, surprised to see Yuji return so soon.  

"what, did you miss me that much?" you heard a familiar voice, and you turned to see Sukuna grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the fridge.  

"Sukuna! didn’t expect you to be home until the crack of dawn," you joked, resuming your task of wiping down the counters.  

"aww, someone been dreaming about me at night?" he teased, moving to peek into the oven.  

"hey, those cookies aren’t for you," you warned as he started to open the still-warm oven. before you could stop him, he grabbed a cookie. "those are still hot, you idiot!"  

you reached out to snatch the cookie from Sukuna's hand, but he held it high above his head, just out of your reach. a smirk danced on his lips as he wiggled the cookie teasingly. with a huff, you jumped to grab it, but he quickly moved it to his other hand.  

what followed was a game of keep-away, with you practically trying to climb Sukuna to get the cookie while he skillfully kept it out of your grasp. 

“c’mon, don’t be an ass.” you snarked, and he rolled his eyes, bringing the cookie down to your level. as you leaned in to grab it, he swiftly moved it away. again.  

you did the first thing that came to mind and smacked his chest with both hands, but he didn’t flinch. Sukuna chuckled as he shoved half the cookie into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.  

determined, you reached out to snatch the remaining cookie from his teeth. just before you could make contact, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer.  

“what the hell do you want from me?” you snapped, though your blush betrayed your icy tone. 

with one hand gripping your wrist, Sukuna used his other hand to pull the now slobbery cookie from his mouth. “give me a kiss, and I'll share,” he said with a sly grin.  

“w-what?” you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. “why would i do that?”  

“you fought so hard for this one cookie,” he said, gesturing at the sweet in his hand. “but there’s more in the oven. why go to such lengths for something so small?”  

“I wasn’t... don’t be rude,” you replied, your breath catching. okay, maybe you hadn’t needed to touch him as much as you did during the struggle, but you couldn’t deny that it felt good.  

“just speaking the truth,” Sukuna said, pulling you closer. “what, scared to give me a little sugar?”  

“no.” lies. 

“then go ahead, and you’ll get some of my treat.” he seemed to be reveling in the way he was making you blush, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment.  

“fine,” you said, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. what you didn’t expect was for him to turn his face at the last second, catching your lips with his. a jolt of shock and electricity surged through you, both of you locking eyes in surprise. you were the first to pull away, your face burning red, and your breath almost completely halted. “what the hell was that?” 

“I said a kiss, not whatever chicken shit that was,” Sukuna shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and offering you a piece.  

no matter how hard you tried, your hand wouldn’t move to take the cookie. you stood frozen, staring at him in surprise.  

“aww, did I break your brain?” Sukuna teased, tapping his finger against the side of your head. “can’t say I'm not surprised that was all it took. must be pretty empty in there.”  

your lips pressed into a thin line, and you slapped his arm harder than you ever had before. “you’re such an absolute dickwad,” you snapped, delivering a second slap.  

as you went for a third, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t suggest you do that again,” he said in a low, serious tone.  

“why, what are you gonna about it?” you shot back, your brows furrowed in anger. “are you going to hit a girl?”  

you half-expected him to give you a light shove, knowing him. instead of the physical contact you anticipated, Sukuna’s hands moved to your waist and lifted you with ease, setting you down on the counter and grabbing your arms roughly.  

before you could protest, Sukuna’s lips crashed into yours. it was the exact opposite of what you’d expected, sending shivers down your spine.  

“this is what you get for teasing me, brat,” Sukuna murmured against your lips. you sucked in a breath.  

god, you were still so annoyed with him, but the burning sensation spreading through your body was different from your frustration. his lips felt incredibly good against yours, almost as if they encapsulated yours. 

when his hands moved from your arms and gripped your hips, you embarrassingly let a moan slip past your lips.  

“ah, there it is.” you could feel him smirk before his tongue darted into your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him in deeper. 

the younger you that developed a crush on him was practically pumping her fist into the air in victory right now. 

you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath and telling him, “’m still annoyed with you.” 

“but is it getting better?” Sukuna gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at your flushed expression. 

you didn’t want to answer, so instead you tugged him back into you, frustrated in more ways than one. with the amount of feelings surging through you, you nipped at his bottom lip a little too aggressively.  

while your mouths were a mess of tongues and pants, you fisted Sukuna’s hair in your hands and his own moved to grab your knees and push them apart. 

a shock split through you when you felt him palm your core through your pants. “Sukuna...” you moaned his name, already feeling intoxicated from his touch.  

“been wanting t’ see how innocent you were since the day you moved in.” Sukuna murmured, his hand rubbing against your heat harder. faster. deliberately driving you insane.  

“is this all you’re gonna do to figure that out?” you teased, panting into his neck at the friction his palm was creating on your clothed clit.  

“wanna find out?” he dared, and you nodded weakly.  

you were fully prepared to make a mess on the kitchen counter, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool out of you, even if it was a one and done thing. if it was just a point he wanted to prove you didn’t give a fuck.  

as the desire burned hotter within you, ready for him to remove every bit of your clothes... you heard a set of keys in the door.  

you quickly pushed Sukuna away, earning a chuckle from him, then jumped down from the counter and straightened your clothes. it had to be Yuji, you reminded yourself. you needed to look like you weren’t just grinding on his brother’s hand right in the kitchen. 

Sukuna leaned casually against the counter opposite you, watching as you scrambled to grab your discarded cleaning spray just as Yuji walked in.  

“Nobara was really grateful for the cookies. and if she says a few went missing, she’s lying,” Yuji said, shutting the door behind him. his gaze quickly shifted to you cleaning, with Sukuna watching from across the room.  

“the other cookies just came out of the oven,” you said, your voice coming out hurried and a bit strange.  

“bro, are you bothering y/n?” Yuji asked, giving Sukuna a disapproving look.  

without even glancing at him, Sukuna replied with a smirk, “yeah, I was bothering her real bad.”  

you choked on your own breath, coughing and blaming it on the cleaner fumes. “both of you. out of the kitchen. now,” you seethed, trying to hide the blush on your face as you ushered them both out.  

left alone with your own thoughts, you knew Sukuna just had to be doing that to get a rise out of you (which he did of course). he’d known about your crush, you told yourself, that was it.  

you tried to brush it off, chalking it up to him being a dick and wanting to embarrass you. but... what he’d said about wanting to do that since you moved in stuck with you.  

no. no Sukuna wouldn’t ever look at you that way. even if you so wished he would. 

fuck, you needed a cold shower—stat. 

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSWF, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, rough sex, degradation, no after care, slight non-con, after bruising, sukuna sucks during sex A/N: I never said Sukuna was gonna be a good guy yet... but that doesn't mean I don't plan to try and redeem him. Sukuna is an absolute toxic man at this point, so keep that in mind.

index part five | part seven

part five word count: 2,931

you couldn't quite figure out what had come over Sukuna recently. over the past few days, he seemed to be everywhere you were. after your kiss, he’d been noticeably kinder—or at least less overtly hostile—and he wasn’t completely avoiding you anymore.

“is it just me, or did someone kidnap my brother and replace him with a clone?” Yuji asked, watching as Sukuna offered you a bite of his food before retreating to his room to eat.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “probably, but I’m not complaining. if I can get through a day without being cursed out every other sentence, I’m all for it.”

“it’s just weird,” Yuji said, leaning against the counter and staring at the stairs as if expecting answers to materialize. “it’s like he only acts like this around you.”

his comment made your cheeks warm. there was no way he’d figure it out so quickly. “maybe he’s been sipping on some respect women juice?” you suggested with a smile.

Yuji’s face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off. “that’s it! I bet he found a girlfriend!”

you choked on your drink. Yuji’s theory left you sputtering, trying to regain your composure. “uh, yeah, maybe,” you managed to say, still a bit flustered.

Yuji’s excitement was palpable. “it makes sense, right? maybe he’s trying to impress someone.”

you forced a laugh, hoping Yuji wouldn’t press further. “sure, let’s go with that.”

Yuji seemed to accept this explanation, nodding to himself. “well, if it means he’s less of a jerk, I guess I’m okay with it.”

as Yuji wandered off, you found yourself alone with your thoughts, your mind racing. Sukuna's recent change in behavior was a puzzle, and while Yuji’s theory was amusing, you knew there was more to it. a darker truth, a deeper desire burning inside of your bones that would never dare admit to your best friend.

when sukuna emerged from his room later, his usual guarded demeanor was back in place, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes when he looked at you. it was a stark contrast to the rough exterior he usually wore.

“Yuji’s got a big mouth. could hear him all the way upstairs,” sukuna said gruffly, though there was no real malice in his tone.

you raised an eyebrow, playing along. “yeah, he does. but what’s this about you being a clone?”

sukuna smirked, a trace of his old self peeking through. “I guess I’ll have to keep you guessing.”

as he walked past you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. you weren’t sure if you should push it with him, but you were aching to bring up the kiss. the way he spoke about wanting to see if you were innocent. the feeling of his hands on your hips – and the fact that you were ready to let him do whatever he wished. maybe if you just-

“you’re starin’ at me like I’ve got two heads, doll.” Sukuna’s voice cracked through your thoughts. he tilted his head quizzically at you, trying to read your expression with a smirk. “having a walking wet dream about me?”

“sukuna!” you hissed, whipping around to scan the living room, ensuring that Yuji and Choso were both well out of earshot. “don’t be so crass.”

Sukuna’s smirk only grew as he advanced, his presence forcing you against the counter. “looks like we’re right back to where we were a few days ago,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief.

you felt a flush creep up your neck at the memory, the way it played so vividly in your mind as if it had happened just moments ago. “I thought you’d have forgotten by now.”

Sukuna leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “if you find yourself feeling lonely tonight, you know exactly where to find me.”

a shiver jolted through your body at his words, and you had to clamp down on the urge to grab his face and pull him into a kiss right there in the kitchen. Sukuna’s low, rumbling chuckle echoed in your ears as he drew back, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. with one last, lingering wink, he turned and walked back to his room, leaving you to grapple with the heat of his words and the buzz of his presence still lingering in the air.

you felt like a machine, mechanically going through the motions to get ready to go to bed, the electricity still buzzing inside of you. you combed through your hair (with a little more care than usual), brushed your teeth (maybe a little to vigorously), and applied a lovely, scented lotion. sure, maybe you added some extra steps to your routine, and maybe you slipped on a cuter set of pajamas than usual.

but no matter how much you might have primped, you swore up and down that you wouldn’t be the one to make the first move.

as you lay in bed, struggling to quiet your racing thoughts and falling prey to fantasies that danced through your mind, you heard your phone buzz on the nightstand. you nearly leaped out of bed to grab it, a surge of anticipation and nervous energy rushing through you.

‘Kuna: you up?’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the audacity of his text—so straightforward, so typical of him. a whirlwind of emotions churned inside you as you debated whether or not to reply. before you could make up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

‘Kuna: get up here.’

your heart skipped a beat. it was as if an invisible string had yanked you from your bed. without a second thought, you slipped out of bed, making sure to close your door quietly behind you. you crept up the stairs as stealthily as possible, the silence of the house amplifying each step you took. when you reached Sukuna’s door, you knocked softly, the anticipation making your pulse race.

when the doorknob turned, Sukuna swung it open, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. your hands were already trembling with nerves, the sight of him in such a casual state sending a jolt of excitement through you. “come in, welcome to my dungeon,” he said with a lopsided grin, stepping aside to let you enter.

as you stepped into the room, a wave of anxiety settled into your stomach. the space before you was one you had always been forbidden from entering—a room even Yuji hesitated to tread. the room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house, a sanctuary that seemed to exude Sukuna’s very essence.

“wow, I feel like I’m breaking some sort of rule by being in here,” you joked, trying to mask your unease as you took in the scene. the room was dark and moody, with deep-toned bedding and a set of weights casually thrown into one corner. heavy metal band posters adorned the walls, each one screaming Sukuna’s personality.

before you could comment further on the eclectic decor, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. he spun you around to face him, his lips crashing into yours with an urgent intensity. “been wanting to do that every damn day,” he growled, his voice rough with longing as he nipped at your lips. the fierceness of his kiss sent shivers down your spine, and all your previous anxiety seemed to melt away under the heat of his touch.

“why haven’t you?” you asked through kisses, your hands already coming around to fist the back of his shirt.

“damn brats all over the place.” he muttered, bringing his hands onto your face. you weren’t surprised by how rough and insistent he was being – your desire to just be touched by him overwhelmed you.

“well, you’ve got me all to yourself now.” you told him as his lips trailed from yours down your neck, biting the skin there and causing you to groan.

he didn’t respond, only guided you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed before you laid on your back. Sukuna leaned above you, looking down at you as you stared up at him. maybe, you told yourself, just maybe he was looking at you with actual affection.

“I told you I’ve been wanting to see how innocent you were, now I’ve got the chance.” Sukuna grunted as he dipped his head down to your neck again while his hands began to roam your body. everywhere he touched, everywhere he kissed, left a trail of fire that had your skin burning.

through your heavy, pleasured breathing, you grabbed his face to bring him up to kiss you – but he pulled away to dive into your breasts. you gasped at the contact, feeling him shoving the material up your body and roughly pulling it over your head. “Sukuna,” you squealed, wanting to cover up.

as your arms went to cover yourself, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over you with one hand. Sukuna immediately latched himself onto one of your perked up nipples, sucking and nipping at them feverishly. when he bit a little too hard, you yelped out, only making him go harder at the sound.

you wanted him to kiss you, but every time you tried to connect your lips with his he buried his face elsewhere. his hand untied your silky shorts, shoving them down your legs. you might’ve thought nothing of it until you felt a cool breeze hitting your already dripping core. he’d taken your panties with your pants.

“Sukuna, maybe we should slow-”

“shh.” he interrupted, letting his grip on your wrist go before moving that hand to cover your mouth. “wanna taste you.”

with your eyes as wide as saucers, you watched as he nuzzled into your heat, quickly licking a stripe through your folds. your back arched and you moaned into his hand at the contact, wanting more. needing more.

as if your reaction told him all he needed to hear, he suddenly slurped up your juices loudly, his tongue diving into your pussy. “Skna,” you whined, muffled by his skin as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“taste s’ good.” Sukuna murmured as he devoured you. instinctively, your thighs began to squeeze shut, clenching his head between them. he didn’t even look up at you as he pulled up from licking you to spit on your clit before taking it between his lips, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it.

he removed his hand from your mouth to pry one of your legs to the side, gripping it so hard you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “Sukuna, feel s’ good.” you rasped as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace now, every suck of your clit sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

just as you thought you were about to cum, and were close to warning him, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth, leaving you cold. “need t’ fuck you right now.” Sukuna growled, grasping your hips and flipping you with harsh speed so that you were on your stomach. he slid a hand under you, pulling your hips up so that your ass was in the air. 

“fuck, do you have a condom?” you asked, your body trembling with desire and a tightness in your gut from getting so close to your release.

“no, don’t use ‘em.” you wanted to protest, but you were so desperate for him to just put it inside of you.

you tried to turn your body, so that you could see his face, but his hand shot to the back of your neck and lower back to keep you in place. “stay still f’ me doll.” he groaned, and before you could plead with him to kiss you, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

when the hell did he take off his pants?

while you weren’t inexperienced with sex, having a few flings over your college years, you were pretty sure it had never been like this. just as you were thinking he’d slowly enter you – just like your past experiences – you shrieked as he shoved his cock fully inside of you.

pain and pleasure seared through you as tears pricked your eyes. “you’re so – fuck – so tight.” Sukuna panted as he wasted no time in bullying his cock inside until it was kissing your cervix.

“you’re – mph – too big, Sukuna.” you moaned, trying to will your walls to stretch for him so that you wouldn’t feel the pain. “s-slow down.”

but he either didn’t hear you over his own pleasure, or didn’t care, because his pace only quickened. “that’s right, doll – hah – take my fat cock like the little slut you are.” Sukuna bit out, snapping his hips into yours with such force that you almost fell forward.

“Sukuna, please—” you whimpered, biting your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. you could barely muster the words, but you needed him to kiss you, to slow down and be gentler.

the hand Sukuna held on to the back of your neck slipped around to grab your throat, pulling your body back to meet his pace. “takin’ it s’ well.” slap. “knew you weren’t innocent.” slap. “gonna be m’ dirty whore.”

with every dirty insult, you tried to tell yourself that he probably just had a degradation kink. he didn’t actually mean those things. with your body still at war between pain and pleasure, you felt him bullying your g spot with his cock and you arrived at the edge yet again.

“Sukuna – ha – slow down – mph – ‘m gonna cum.” you hiccupped, tears rolling down your face now at the stimulation your body was being put through. every time his tip hit your g spot you felt the wave start to crash over you. he didn’t slow down, sending you right over the cliff.

your vision went white as a blazing hot orgasm rocketed through you, your body spasming and clenching around his cock while you tried to keep quiet and not scream his name. even as you rode out your release, he continued bullying into you, harder and faster now as he relished the feeling of you milking him.

“that’s right, cum on this dick.” Sukuna barked, his grip tightening on your throat to the point you were beginning to see stars. his hips snapped into yours more forcefully, echoing lewd, wet slaps through the room as he neared the ledge as well, losing control of his thrusts.

just as you were about to tell him to pull out, since he wasn’t wearing a condom, you felt a twitch inside of you as he let out a loud groan. warmth spread through your pussy, coating your walls with his cum as he rutted into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he growled out, slamming into you until he was absolutely drained of cum.

you both were panting heavily when he pulled out of you. “that was-” you started to say with a weak smile, until Sukuna practically threw a towel in your direction.

“here, to clean up.” he stated, using a washcloth to clean himself off before pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.

shame rushed through you suddenly. he didn’t even look at you as he went to take a drink of water, merely letting you clean yourself off as you felt his cum seeping out of you. you screamed at him in your mind to just look at you, to kiss you softly and help you clean up the mess he made, to hold you and caress you and to –

“’m gonna crash now.” Sukuna broke through your storm of thoughts, pulling back his blankets and climbing in bed while you still sat on the edge. “maybe you should go back downstairs, so it’s not suspicious in the morning.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you scrambled to put your pajamas back on, your movements hurried and frantic. “y-yeah, that makes sense,” you forced out, trying to sound casual despite the tears now streaming down your cheeks. you refused to turn around, unwilling to let him see you cry. “goodnight,” you mumbled as you opened his door and fled from the room, shutting it quietly behind you.

you stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling numb and disoriented, as if your legs were unable to move on their own. with a sense of zombie-like detachment, you made your way down the stairs, no longer caring about making any noise. you trudged into the bathroom; the fluorescent lights harsh against your tear-streaked face.

you grabbed a wet washcloth and began to clean up, your silent sobs almost breaking through. as you wiped your legs, a sudden sharp pain made you flinch. glancing down, you saw dark bruises beginning to form on your thighs, one set specifically looking like finger markings. panic surged through you, and you rushed to the mirror, your breath hitching as you saw a handprint emerging on your neck and a raw, angry bite mark between your neck and shoulder. the sight made your heart race, and your breathing came in shallow gasps, the reality of what had happened crashing down on you with brutal clarity.

when your head finally hit the pillow, your entire body aching and tears still rolling down your face, you found sleep quickly. and this time, there were no pleasant dreams to make you feel better.

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A/N DISCLAIMER: let me just clarify, this is NOT how sex should be unless both parties' consent to this level of degradation and roughness. if you're into that kind of thing and your partner is too, then by all means have at it! I took this from my own past relationship, and how it was, and I know it was never supposed to be like that. so please, don't think this is normal whatsoever. IT IS NOT. this is purely a work of fiction, and I would never tell anyone that this was okay.

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misery loves company (denki kaminari x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader he was only supposed to get your number. you were supposed to stop rushing into things. but when there's undeniable sparks, neither of you kept to your word. WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, smut, swearing, p in v penetration, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!) word count: 2,871 A/N: this is a part two, although part one CAN be read as a one-shot and it doesn't contain smut. since I probably won't write a part three for this, just fyi Kaminari doesn't ghost y'all after this part (｡- .•)

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“so, let me get this straight,” you said, pausing between bites of your ice cream, “you actually have a mental database of pickup lines?”

Kaminari’s face flushed a deep red, clearly mortified at the revelation. he had braced himself for your laughter or teasing, but instead, you seemed genuinely intrigued. “yeah…” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, his fingers fidgeting as if they could erase the embarrassment he felt.

from the brief time you’d spent with Kaminari, you had noticed that he was quite different from what his outward appearance might suggest. despite his good looks, he came across as shy and lacking in confidence. he had definitely managed to make you laugh, but unlike many men you had encountered in bars, he wasn’t brash or overly confident.

“why didn’t you use one of those pickup lines on me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. you didn’t recall him using any lines during your interactions, although you couldn’t help but speculate that the offer of drinks in exchange for your number might have been part of a larger plan.

Kaminari sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. “honestly, I think my brain just short-circuited when I first saw you. and then, well, my friends kind of made things worse.”

you smiled warmly at Kaminari, your gaze lingering as you slowly licked your spoon. “i don’t know… I wouldn’t say things are ruined. do you?”

Kaminari’s heart skipped a beat as he watched you. there was something almost mesmerizing about the way you moved, the casual sultriness with which you enjoyed your ice cream. he wasn’t sure if you were aware of the effect you were having, but the sight of you made his pulse quicken. he cleared his throat and managed to reply, “no, maybe not.”

you noticed the slight tremor in Kaminari’s voice and the way his eyes followed the motion of your spoon, which only made you smile wider. there was an endearing quality to his nervousness that you found oddly charming.

“good to hear,” you said, leaning a bit closer across the table, the soft light of the ice cream shop casting a warm glow on both of you. “so, if you could use any pickup line from your mental database, which one would you choose?”

Kaminari’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your question. he hesitated for a moment, then looked down, a shy smile playing on his lips as he thought it over. “well, there’s this one I’ve always liked,” he said, finally looking up. “it goes, ‘do you have a map? because I keep getting lost in your eyes.’”

you chuckled softly, the sound mixing with the ambient hum of the shop. “that’s actually pretty sweet. but I’m curious—what’s the most outrageous line in your collection?”

Kaminari’s face lit up with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “oh, there’s one that goes, ‘are you a magician? because whenever I look at you, my clothes disappear.’ it’s a bit over the top, though.”

you laughed, enjoying the playful banter. “I can definitely see why you didn’t use that one. it might have been a bit much for our first meeting.”

“yeah,” Kaminari agreed, rubbing his neck again as if to chase away the last traces of his discomfort. “I guess I was just trying to keep things simple and not scare you off.”

your expression softened, and you reached across the table to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I appreciate that. and honestly, I think your approach was perfect.”

Kaminari’s cheeks turned a shade darker, and he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and relief. “really? I mean, I was worried I’d come off as too awkward.”

you shook your head, your eyes meeting his with a sincerity that made his heart race again. “not at all. I think your honesty and the fact that you’re not trying too hard is what makes you stand out.”

as you both sat there, the conversation continued to flow easily. the initial nervousness had transformed into a genuine connection. Kaminari’s earlier embarrassment had melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of comfort as he shared more about himself.

as the ice cream shop began to wind down for the night, the soft hum of closing time settled in around you. a sudden pang of reluctance washed over you, a feeling that you didn’t want the evening to end just yet. despite your vow to never rush things again, there was something about Kaminari that made you want to extend this night, to stretch it into the early hours if necessary.

Kaminari seemed to sense your hesitation as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “let me take you home,” he offered, his voice gentle and considerate. “it’s getting pretty late, and I don’t want you traveling by yourself.” he took your empty ice cream cup, tossing it into the trash with a casual flick of his wrist before extending his hand toward you.

you accepted his hand with a smile, feeling a small thrill at the contact. standing up next to him, you noted that though Kaminari wasn’t much taller than you, his presence was reassuring in a way that felt almost protective. his hand, warm and slightly trembling, clasped yours with a gentle firmness. it was clear he was nervous, his fingers barely gripping yours as if he was afraid of imposing. yet, the nervousness in his touch only made you smile more, feeling the awkwardness between you slowly dissolve.

as you walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, the streetlights cast a soft, golden glow on the path ahead, illuminating both your faces and the quiet streets around you. the night air was cool and crisp, adding a refreshing contrast to the warmth of your intertwined fingers. Kaminari’s nervous energy was palpable, but you were determined to ease his discomfort. you made light conversation, sharing small anecdotes and laughs, hoping to shift his focus away from his jitters.

when you reached the front of your apartment building, you paused, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. this was the point where you usually invited someone in, where things might take a more intimate turn. but the next morning, all too often, you’d be met with silence and the sting of being ghosted.

but Kaminari was different. or at least you hoped he was. he seemed genuine in a way that made you want to give him—and this night—a chance. with a deep breath, you turned to face him, the decision weighing on you. what harm could there be in taking one more shot, in allowing the night to unfold a little further? the potential for something real felt worth the risk.

you looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a mixture of hope and vulnerability, ready to see where this moment might lead.

“would you like to come in?” you asked, the decision now firmly settled in your mind.

Kaminari’s cheeks turned a soft pink, and his mouth opened slightly as if his brain needed a moment to catch up with his emotions. “a-are you sure?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded with a reassuring smile, your confidence unwavering. at your nod, Kaminari followed you into the building, his footsteps almost mechanical. he couldn’t quite remember the specifics of the climb up the stairs or the layout of the hallways; it felt like he had momentarily lost track of everything in a haze of excitement and nerves.

when you finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door, the warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted out, wrapping around him. Kaminari looked around, puzzled, since the counters were bare. it was as if the smell was a lingering echo of comfort, a reflection of your welcoming nature.

as you settled into the cozy living space, which was decorated with soft, ambient lighting and personal touches that spoke volumes about who you were, you turned to Kaminari with a sudden, earnest expression. “can I tell you a secret?” you blurted out, catching him off guard.

his eyes snapped to yours, and for a moment, he was captivated by your confidence—something he admired deeply and envied a little. “of course,” he replied, his voice steady despite the flutter in his chest.

you took a deep breath, glancing away briefly before meeting his gaze again. “when my friends dragged me out tonight, I promised them I wouldn’t bring another man home. but then I met you. there’s something about you that makes me think you’re not the type to ghost me.”

Kaminari felt a pang of understanding, realizing that you had faced similar disappointments in the past. his gratitude for this shared experience was quickly overshadowed by a surge of annoyance. it frustrated him to think that anyone could have had the chance to come home with you and then vanish without a trace. they clearly didn’t know what they had lost, and he was determined to show you just how different he was.

“I would never do that to anyone,” Kaminari said, his voice firm as he took a step closer. in the dim, intimate lighting of your apartment, you noticed a subtle shift in his demeanor. it was as if the nerves were melting away, replaced by a growing sense of earnestness. “especially not to you.”

with that assurance hanging in the air, you leaned in slightly, your voices dropping to a whisper now that he was close. your eyes locked with his, and in that charged moment, it felt as though time itself had momentarily stopped, leaving only the two of you in its stillness.

Kaminari found himself at a crossroads, his mind racing with uncertainty. he was acutely aware of the charged atmosphere between you and him, and the question of what to do next weighed heavily on him. should he make the first move, or would you prefer to take the lead? the dilemma left him in a state of indecision, as he grappled with whether you would be comfortable with him initiating anything.

before he could let his train of thought cycle further, you suddenly grabbed a fistful of his shirt and crashed your lips to his, sending a shock through his body at the contact.

you melted into the electric feeling of the contact, the taste of him overwhelming all of your senses immediately. you’d been thinking about the kiss you’d shared in the bar since it had happened, wondering what he might be like if you pushed just a little further. the first kiss at the bar had been so gentle, but the second one consumed your thoughts.

just a tiny nudge, you thought as you pressed your hips into his, deepening the kiss. with the friction you felt him groan into your mouth before his hands grabbed your waist, like they were attracted by magnets.

Kaminari was the first to pull away, taking a deep breath and steadying himself. he wanted to be a gentleman, for you, but that tiny bit of pressure against his groin had his mind going into wicked places.

as if you could read his mind, you lightly kissed his cheek to ease his concerns. “you don’t have to worry about being a gentleman.” you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

the restraint he had struggled to hold over himself snapped, and his lips met yours more feverishly this time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and his hands pressing into your waist. you let your hips grind into his again and earned another moan from him that sent heat straight to your core.

you fully had the intent of taking him to your bedroom, but the couch was closer you decided, and you couldn’t hold out any longer. Kaminari followed, eyes half open, as you lead him to the couch and sat him down before straddling him and kissing him again.

the make out became more and more hungry, needy, and your panting breaths mixed with his as you continued to rub your hips into his.  even through your clothes, which you decided were going to have to come off soon, you could feel his cock growing underneath the fabric.

with the same thought, the both of you got to work stripping each other’s clothes off. as soon as your breasts came free, Kaminari dove his face between them, licking a stripe up your sternum and biting the skin softly. you fisted his hair in your hands as you took a seat on his lap again.

“I don’t – mph – I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” Kaminari groaned into your breasts, his fingertips digging into the plush of your ass.

without a word, you reached a hand down and positioned his cock until his tip slipped between your folds, teasing your entrance. “I need it.” you moaned at the feeling.

all at once, Kaminari gave a large thrust, letting his cock stretch your walls instantaneously. you gasped at the feeling of him, his mushroom tip already kissing your cervix as your walls adjusted to his size.

“ah – fuck – you’re so tight.” Kaminari whined into your chest as he gave a small thrust into you, your squishy wet walls constricting around him. it felt like heaven – he felt intoxicated from the sensation.

“don’t stop. Denki don’t – shit – don’t wait.” you panted out, grinding your hips desperate for any sort of movement.

Kaminari wrapped an arm around your waist and flipped you over so that your back was on the couch before he started to drill into you. “you’re already – hah – so wet, y/n.” Kaminari hissed as your slick coated his cock, slowly making it easier to pull in and out of you faster.

your brain couldn’t form a sentence as he thrusted harder into you. the only sign you could give him that you felt amazing was to moan his name and leave angry red scratches on his back from your nails.

“those dumbasses – mph – don’t know what they – hah – gave up.” Kaminari told you with each thrust, his cock pummeling your insides harder and harder each time he bullied back into you.  “pussy’s so good, baby.”

“if you stay, it’s yours.” you whined as your stared up at him, your eyes meeting his blown out pupils.

“not goin’ anywhere. ever.” Kaminari ground out as he pressed his chest to yours and kissed you deeply. both of your moans mixing between his tongue in your mouth as he continued fucking into you, becoming more feral every second.

just as you thought it couldn’t get any better, Kaminari slid a hand between your bodies and feverishly rubbed your clit so deliciously. you sucked in a breath at the contact sending electric shockwaves through your body and causing your toes to curl in the air behind him.

“ah – fuck – yes right there.” your eyes squeezed shut right before you could feel them crossing, and you felt your entire body begin to tense. Kaminari’s cock was absolutely destroying your g spot and the added stimulation to your clit was going to send your body over the edge.

“look at me, baby.” Kaminari nibbled at your lip to make you open your eyes, and when you did, you saw his mouth wide open in pleasure watching you about to come undone. “cum for me, need you to cum first and – fuck – I’m so close already.”

with a few more swipes of his fingers, and a lot of sweet, dirty encouragement spilling from Kaminari’s lips you found your orgasm destroying your body quickly.

it felt too good, like he might have been dreaming, as Kaminari felt the gummy walls of your cunt clench around him as you orgasmed, no doubting absolutely soaking his cock with your juices. at the sight of you coming undone beneath him and your walls milking him, his orgasm was close to rolling through him as well.

god, he didn’t want to, but he started to pull out as not to disrespect you. but as you felt him begin to remove his cock, you hooked your feet behind his back and pushed him further inside of you. Kaminari looked at you quickly with wide eyes and found you nodding.

“fill me up, please.” you moaned through your pants, and that was the last straw for him.

Kaminari let out a groan and dropped his head into your neck just as he felt his balls tighten before his cock pulsed all at once. as he released spurts upon spurts of ropes of his cum inside of you, you dragged your nails up and down his back easing him through his orgasm.

the two of you laid there for a moment, both still coming down from your orgasms, as Kaminari’s hands traced your sides, and you scratched his back gently.

“so, you’re telling me that if we go to sleep at this moment, I won’t wake up to find you gone?” you asked with a soft smile.

Kaminari tilted his head to gaze up at you, this breathtakingly beautiful person that he’d been lucky enough to meet tonight and beamed a grin at you. “not a fucking chance.”

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Link to Bakugo x reader here (word count: 2,328) Link to Kirishima x reader here (word count: 902) Link to Shoto x reader here (word count: 1,800) ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩

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misery loves company (denki kaminari x reader)

ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP !femreader he was only supposed to get your number. you were supposed to stop rushing into things. but when there's undeniable sparks, neither of you kept to your word. WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff, swearing, fem reader word count: 2,680 A/N: this can be read as a one-shot, but I plan on starting another MHA mini-series, this time starring Denki! this can be read as a one shot as well, and eventually there with be an MDNI. idk, I feel like he doesn't get as much love, and I adore the man. there will be eventual smut, but I love cutesy Denki fics. (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this WIP I will happily start one! ♡︎

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this was quite possibly the worst night of his life. literally, he might die. Denki Kaminari was no stranger to getting his advances shot down but getting ghosted? whole new ball game.

so, for tonight he’d drown his sorrows with booze and his friends.

Kirishima, with quiet efficiency, slid another beer towards him. Kaminari grabbed it with a swift motion, lifting it to his lips and chugging it for perhaps a bit too long. “whoa, man, slow down,” Kirishima advised gently, placing a steadying hand on Kaminari’s shoulder.

“not a chance,” Kaminari shot back, tipping the bottle back again with determination.

“let him get plastered,” Bakugo muttered from his stool at the bar, a scowl on his face. “the idiot’s going to be a blubbering mess by the end of the night.”

“yeah, I’m not dealing with that,” Sero chimed in, crossing his arms in an x. “last time you puked on my brand-new carpet.”

Kaminari pouted, resting his head in his hand. “aw, come on. I’ll just get you a new one,” he said, though his voice carried a hint of defeat. he hadn’t planned on getting so drunk tonight, but he definitely needed something to numb the pain. the number of couples surrounding his group didn’t help matters.

Kirishima clapped his hands on Kaminari’s shoulders with enthusiasm. “maybe you should get back out there and start playing the field! one girl shouldn’t get you down.” he suggested, his face alight with a wide, encouraging smile.

Sero, grinning and holding up his drink, joined in. “yeah, we can make it a little game! like maybe if you get a girl’s number, we’ll buy you a drink.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I’m not paying for anything. he barely knew her for a week,” he grumbled, his tone making it clear he was less than enthusiastic about the idea.

Kaminari appreciated his friends' support, but he wasn’t sure he had the courage to try. his heart was still too raw, and he didn’t think he could handle rejection right now.

“how about… trying with that girl over there?” Sero suggested, pointing across the room. “to the left a little bit – yeah, right there.”

Kaminari turned to follow Sero’s outstretched finger and saw you. you were seated with a group of friends, laughing and enjoying your drink. the sight of you made his breath catch. you wore skin-tight jeans and a crop top that left little to the imagination. as if that wasn’t enough to make him nervous, the way you tipped your head back and laughed made his heart race.

“no way, she’d shoot me down in a heartbeat,” Kaminari pouted as he looked at you, feeling a pang of self-doubt. you were far too attractive for him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d reject him instantly.

“if you’re too chicken, I’ll give it a shot first,” Bakugo said with a smirk, clearly enjoying the challenge. Kaminari could see through Bakugo’s strategy—it was a classic move, and it was working.

before Bakugo could even push himself off his stool—his intention clear as he started to rise—Kaminari abruptly stood up and shot him a sharp, determined look. “I’m going,” he declared, his voice resolute. his friends erupted in cheers, their support ringing in his ears as he steeled himself and began to head towards your table.

just as you were a breath away from him, you stood from your chair unaware of his approach.

you told your friends you were heading to the bar for another drink. as you turned to navigate through the crowd, you collided with someone. “oh, jesus, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, catching yourself on their arm as you stumbled from the impact.

Kaminari’s hand instinctively gripped your upper arm to steady you, and as you looked up, your eyes met his. up close, you were even more striking than he’d anticipated. your gaze was intense, making his heart skip a beat and sending his thoughts into a whirl.

he struggled to find the right words but managed to ask, “don’t worry about it. were you heading to the bar?”

you nodded, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks as you assessed him. he didn’t seem like a creep—actually, he was quite cute and appeared genuinely friendly. not a bad start, you thought.

even though you had hesitated to come out with your friends, frustrated from yet another man ghosting you, you were suddenly very grateful they dragged you out. you always let your feelings cloud your judgement and lead you into a man’s bed – not that you were complaining – and your relationship didn’t go beyond physical. no dates, no call back, nada.

“let me buy you a drink. I’m Denki Kaminari,” he said, extending his hand towards you. you took it, noting the friendly gesture of a handshake, which was a refreshing change.

“only if it’s a really good drink,” you replied with a smile, “I’m y/n l/n.”

Kaminari grinned back and led you to the bar. as you walked, he glanced at his friends, who were giving him thumbs up and nods of approval, except for Bakugo, who watched silently with a raised eyebrow. Kaminari pondered his next move—buy you a drink, use a pickup line, and hopefully get your number? the pickup line seemed like a good idea.

once at the bar, Kaminari addressed the bartender. “I’ll have a refill on the Kaminari tab and whatever this pretty lady wants.”

you raised an eyebrow at the pretty lady comment but couldn’t help smirking. “I’ll have the same as he’s having.”

“what if you don’t like it?” Kaminari asked with a playful glint in his eye.

“meh, alcohol is alcohol,” you shrugged. as you were about to continue, you noticed three men behind Kaminari grinning and openly staring at the two of you. “um, are those gawking guys over there friends of yours?”

Kaminari whipped around, his glare cutting through the group. as soon as the men realized they’d been caught, they shuffled around, trying to look busy. Kirishima, however, made the scene even more comical by nearly toppling off his stool in the rush to appear occupied.

you couldn’t help but laugh as Kaminari sighed. “yeah, those three dumbasses are my friends.”

“they seemed pretty interested in us,” you teased, your eyes following the scene as the black-haired guy helped the redhead back onto his feet, both of them sporting bright red faces from their earlier stumble.

Kaminari scratched the back of his neck, a gesture that betrayed his unease. he worried that his friends had made things awkward or that you might find one of them more appealing—he suspected Kirishima might be the more attractive one in your eyes.

“well, actually—” Kaminari began, fumbling a bit, “—they were watching to see if I’d get your number. they’re trying to cheer me up.”

you turned your gaze from the boys back to Kaminari, noting the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. it must have taken some balls to admit that to you. you decided to offer the most sincere support you could: honesty. “if it makes you feel any better, my friends dragged me out tonight to cheer me up, too.”

Kaminari’s eyes met yours, and you saw a flicker of hope in them. as the bartender set your drinks down and moved on to the next customer, you grabbed your bottle while Kaminari took hold of his. he raised his bottle in the air with a hopeful smile. “misery does love company, doesn’t it?” he said, offering a toast.

“I’ll cheers to that,” you replied with a smirk, clinking your bottle against his. as you took a sip, you tried desperately to not make a face at the taste, not wanting to bruise his ego but the beer tasted like actual piss.

Kaminari noticed your sour expression and grimaced. “don’t like it, huh? it is kind of a cheap beer,” he said with a regretful chuckle.

“no, no, it’s fine,” you insisted, trying to downplay your reaction. but as you took another drink, your attempt to mask your distaste failed, and you ended up coughing uncontrollably. Kaminari’s hand immediately flew to your back, patting it gently to help you recover.

“oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said, his face reddening with embarrassment. it seemed like every attempt he made to salvage the situation only made things worse.

as your coughing subsided, you managed a laugh. “Kaminari, it’s okay. really. just… an unexpected flavor is all.”

“shit,” Kaminari muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. his gaze shifted away from you, and you followed it to see the blonde guy from his group striding over.

“oi, dumbass! are you trying to choke her with your cheap beer?” Bakugo called out, his tone light but clearly annoyed. a moment ago, Kirishima and Sero had begun a heated debate over who should intervene, but Bakugo decided to take matters into his own hands, clearly eager to see Kaminari squirm.

“Bakugo, chill—” Kaminari began to protest.

“ah, you must be the asshole of the group,” you interjected, pointing at Bakugo. he turned to gape at you, clearly taken aback by your boldness. Kaminari’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening in surprise as he realized you were standing up to Bakugo.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Bakugo demanded, his eyebrows knitting together.

“well, every group has its types,” you explained with a confident grin. “you—” you gestured towards Bakugo, “—are the asshole. I’m guessing the redhead is the gym bro, and the black-haired guy is the quiet one.”

as if on cue, Kirishima and Sero waved at you from their seats, a slight smile on their faces.

“and what do you think this idiot is?” Bakugo asked, his hand firmly landing on Kaminari’s shoulder. you noticed how Kaminari stiffened under Bakugo’s touch, as if silently pleading you not to answer.

you took a moment to think before responding. “I’d say he’s the good-looking one.” you weren’t exactly lying, but you had a feeling your choice of words was going to get under Bakugo’s skin.

the effect was immediate: Bakugo’s cheeks flushed a deep red, while Kaminari’s face lit up with a pleased grin. Bakugo, flustered and without a retort, merely scoffed and turned on his heel, heading back to his friends. Kaminari, still grinning, let out an appreciative whistle next to you.

“it’s really rare to see someone stand up to him like that,” Kaminari remarked, his gaze lingering on Kirishima and Sero, who were laughing heartily at Bakugo’s expense.

you turned to him with a mischievous smile. “so, they’re waiting to see if you can get my number, right?” Kaminari nodded, his expression a mix of hope and curiosity. “well, what if you could offer them something even better?”

“b-better?” Kaminari stuttered, his mind racing in a thousand different directions as he tried to understand what you meant. among those thoughts was a particularly inappropriate one that he quickly shut down.

“mhm,” you murmured, moving closer to him until you were standing face-to-face. “what were they planning to do if you got my number?”

“buy me a drink,” Kaminari replied, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“that’s it?” you laughed, shaking your head. “men. you’re not thinking big enough.” as you pondered how to make their reward even more enticing, Kaminari fidgeted nervously in front of you, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“Denki—” you said his name softly, causing him to catch his breath. “they might end up buying you a lot of beers tonight.”

before he could fully grasp what you were hinting at, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his. you hadn’t expected a quick kiss to feel this… electric. but when your lips touched his you felt a spark run through you, igniting every bone in your body with excitement.

Kaminari stood frozen for a moment; his eyes wide as he processed the unexpected kiss. the contact was brief but charged, leaving him tingling and slightly dazed. as you pulled away, you could see the realization dawning on his face.

“you… you really just—” Kaminari started, his voice a mix of surprise and delight. he fumbled for words, trying to catch his breath and process what had just happened.

you chuckled softly, enjoying the flustered look on his face. “yep, I did. and now, you might find tonight to be a lot more interesting than just a few drinks.”

Kaminari’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. “so… does this mean I’m not just getting a number?”

“exactly,” you said with a teasing glint in your eye. “if they want to keep this party going, they might have to up their game.”

Kaminari’s eyes watched his friends as they pumped their fists in the air, clearly thrilled by the kiss they had just witnessed. his heart swelled with affection as he saw your amused reaction to their antics. in that moment, he thought you were truly amazing.

“they might not end up paying after all,” Kaminari said, glancing toward Bakugo, who still looked determined not to spend a dime. “Bakugo seemed pretty intent on not footing the bill.”

you tilted your head with a playful smile. “hmm… not even for two kisses?”

before he could respond, you reached up and gently cupped his face with your hands, pulling him down to meet your lips once more.

as your lips met his again, everything else fell away. forget the drinks, forget the stupid game his friends wanted him to play, he didn’t care anymore. Kaminari melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively rising to cradle your face. he savored the warmth and the electrifying sensation that surged through him.

this kiss was different—it wasn’t just a fleeting touch. the desire to deepen the connection surged through both of you. you felt a rush of passion as his hands settled on your cheeks, and you tightened your grip on the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. your bodies pressed together, the intensity of the kiss growing with every passing second.

“get a room!” someone shouted from behind you, and you and Kaminari broke apart, instinctively giving his friends a middle finger in unison.

the simultaneous gesture made you both burst into laughter. “do you think that was enough to get them to buy out the whole bar?” you asked between giggles.

“don’t know, don’t care anymore,” Kaminari replied, his hands lingering on your face. his thumb lightly traced your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

you blushed at the tender touch but managed to smirk. “forgotten all about your little game from that kiss?”

“I forgot about the game the moment you told me your name,” Kaminari said, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of sincerity. seeing your grin made his heart race with exhilaration.

“wanna get out of here?” you asked suddenly. realizing that your offer might echo your old habits, you quickly added, “we could go get ice cream?”

“ice cream sounds great,” Kaminari agreed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

let his friends’ minds wander and form their own assumptions, Kaminari thought. he was determined to get your number by the end of the night, because if he didn’t, he’d be driven mad trying to track you down in every bar afterward.

you swiftly gathered your things from the table and gave a brief explanation to your friends - who looked at you with puzzled expressions. returning to Kaminari, you grabbed his hand, feeling a thrill of excitement. as you headed towards the door, you glanced back at his friends and shot them a playful wink, followed by another cheeky middle finger.

each of their jaws dropped in surprise as Kaminari shrugged with a smug grin, clearly pleased with the turn of events. hand in hand, the two of you walked out of the bar, leaving behind a buzz of curiosity and speculation in the group of boys.

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