Warnings: Smut, Smut Smut. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read.
Authors Note: Requests are still OPEN! Refer to guidelines on my blog for rules. This is my birthday present to myself, LOL.
+Denki comes home late one night and is in a certain mood. You wake up to him coming into the room. He crawls into bad with you and proceeds to make a mess of you and himself.
I had fallen asleep early that night. We had been messing around a bit but Denki had to go out on a late mission and told me not to wait up. So I threw on one of his shirts and went to bed. I was woken up by the bedroom door shutting and opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach and saw the clock read 2:30am.
“Denki?” I called out in a sleepy voice. I pushed up on my elbows slightly, rubbing my eyes.
“It’s me baby…” I felt the bed dip and Denki crawl over me. I turned over to look at him. Once level with my eyes, he leant on his forearm next to my head with his other hand on my waist.
“What…” I went to ask, setting my hand on his chest.
“Sh, baby…” He leant in close, ghosting a breath over my lips before kissing me hungrily. I whimpered underneath him, barely being able to keep up with his pace. His hand lightly traveled down my leg and back up, catching the hem of my (his) shirt with his thumb. He pulled away and I tried to follow his lips.
“Hey!”
“Haha. Soon enough sweet darlin’.” He said. I watched him look me over in the dark. “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He leant down and traced the shirt collar with his tongue. I gasped, arching my back and squirming under him. “Oh, do you like that?”
“Yes!” I tried to pull him into a kiss but he kept his distance. I whined and he just laughed in response. His hand moved back down and traveled between my legs, purposely missing the spot I needed him most. He pushed my thighs apart and slotted his hips between my legs. I could feel his hard length pushing against me.
“What should I do next darling?” He kissed my neck and slowly rolled his hips into mine. My mouth dropped open before I bit my lip.
“Anything, please. Just… touch me, love me, kiss me.” I grabbed onto his neck. He let me pull him down this time. My kiss to him is very needy. I whined against his lips as he rubbed circles into my hips. I bucked up into him and he gasped against my lips.
“Shit baby.” He pulled away as his hips moved against mine. I kissed down his jaw before searching his neck for his sweet spot. He gave a particularly hard thrust when I nibbled just above his collar bone. I attacked that spot and shivered as he moaned.
“Denki, please. I need you.” He pushed up onto his hands, still grinding against me.
“Uh, do you know? I couldn’t tell.” He joked. I hit him in the chest before running my fingers through his hair. I toyed with the black bolt.
“I want you.” I whispered.
“Then you’ll have me.” He smiled. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear before pulling them off. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes. I trailed my eyes down his toned chest until I got to his v-line. He was just about to pull off his briefs.
“Let me…” I sat up and pushed his hands away. He stood up on his knees and I pulled them off. His cock bobbed before standing at attention. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking a long stripe from base to tip.
“Shit” He hissed and I felt him grip my hair. I wrapped my hand around his shaft before slowly pumping him. I teased the tip with my tongue before blowing on it. My head was pulled back roughly. “Now, no teasing.”
“I’m sorry.” I tried to go back to his cock but he instead pushed me down. He lowered himself back down. He kissed me and I felt his fingers at my entrance. I moaned as he slipped two fingers in. I bucked against his hand. “More.”
“Patience baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. He slowly prepped me adding another finger for a bit before pulling them out completely. He then reached behind my head and came back with a condom.
“Denki, hurry.”
“Impatient tonight?” He asked while slipping it on.
“You’re the one that woke me up and got me all hot and bothered so take responsibility.” I snapped, yanking on his hair. He hissed and dropped down to hover just above me.
“I will then.” He smirked and pushed in in one go.
“Ah, Denki!” I moaned out, my hand finding more purchase in his hair. He grinded his hips slowly against mine while I adjusted to his size. His fingers had nothing on his dick. I gasped and he get his forehead on mine. “Pl-lease.”
“Alright.” He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed forward again. I whined and bucked up into him more. He chuckled and pinned down my hips.
“Denki!” I went to protest but was cut off by a hard thrust. A moan forced it way out of my lungs as he set an ungodly pace. I clutched onto his back, nails scratching his back.
“Dammit Y/N…” He said breathlessly. He angled his thrusts and lifted my hips higher.
“Ah! Denki, right there!” I gasped. He straightened up and I ran my nails down his chest.
“That feel good, baby?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded furiously, basically mewling at the pleasure.
As he went fast and harder, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just moans of his name. I hiked my legs up higher on his waist pulling him closer. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes to meet mine and his were completely clouded with lust. I’m sure mine matched his.
I slightly tugged on his hair and he seemed to get the hint because he dropped down and planted his lips on mine. His hand traveled down and rubbed me slightly. I gasped and tightened around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped against my lips. His hips stuttered before he picked up his pace. The sound of slapping skin, heavy breathing, and muffled moans were filling the room. It wasn’t long until I felt that familiar warmth tightening in my belly.
“I’m close, Denks.” I said, pulling away from his sweet lips.
“Are you know?” He asked. I nodded with a whimper. “Mmm…” Suddenly he tapped my thigh, sending a small voltage through me.
“Denki!” My back arched off the bed.
“God dammit, that was hot! Got to admit I’m close too, babe.” He nipped at my neck and ear. “How about we cum together?”
“Yes.” I nodded furiously.
“Come on then baby…cum with me.” He gave one hard thrust hitting all the right places and I fell over the edge.
“Denki!” I screamed.
“Shit, Y/N!” His hips sputtered before going still, cumming hard. He lightly kissed at my neck, grinding his hips as we both came down. He pushed up and pulled out slowly. I whined from the sensitivity. “I’m sorry baby.” He kisses my chest and tummy before getting up.
“Fuck.” I moved up the bed and laid better on the pillows. “Denki.”
“I’m coming back, my love. Patience.” He called from the other room.
“Okay.” I murmured as I tried to pull the blanket over me slightly. Denks came back with stuff to clean me up. He shushed and cooed at me as I flinched from the sensitivity. He disappeared for a moment before coming back and he hopped into bed with me.
“Damn, you always amaze my baby.” He whispers as he cuddles up to me, burying us in the blankets. I bury my head in his neck and completely relax into his arms.
“I try.” I joked. He chuckles and nuzzles into my hair and breaths in. “Did something happen at work that you needed some relief from?”
“No. Just wanted my darling baby.”
“Okay.” I kissed his collarbone. “But know that I will be getting you back for the teasing later.” I felt him shiver under me and smirked.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said in an excited tone before we both drifted off.
My name is Mx. Onyx but you can call me mommy if you want~! My pronouns are she/they (I go by all pronouns but these are my preferred ones) I am a afro latinxperson. Who is here to create content for my adorable POC folks. I will be your host this evening~ :ʚ❤︎ɞ⌫
Request -Kaminari x Reader where he has a bad dream and goes to the reader to get comfort and also make sure they’re ok
Angst/Fluff - Hurt Comfort (?)
Warnings - Nightmares, Blood/Gore, Death [In A Dream],
Pairing - Denki Kaminari X Reader
A/N Since I’m basically God here your room is across from his since it’s labeled empty on the layout (I think)
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The dust settles over the city that was just turned onto a warzone. There’s smoke in the air, fires across the city, people trapped and calling for help. Stumbling, the hero Chargebolt stands among the wreckage, unsure of what to do. His hand raises to his head, feeling the bleeding cut on his forehead, staining his yellow hair orange and eventually red.
“Hello?” He calls out, turning where he stands, hoping to see one of his friends. In the distance, he catches the sight of the fiery red hair of Red Riot. With quick steps, he makes his way over, “Red.” He calls as he gets closer, stopping short when he sees Red Riot leaning over a body, he’s doing compressions.
“Did anyone else make it?” Red calls over his shoulder, leaning his head down to the chest of the fallen hero. Chargebolt’s hands shake at his sides, it’s your body that’s lying on the ground. “Charge?” Red Riot looks over his shoulder, seeing the state that his friend’s in. “Come on.” He mumbles, turning his attention back to your body.
“Please.” He whispers, staring down at your body, the wounds on you, the pale look on your face. “Don’t go.”
Kaminari shoots up in his bed, hand gripping his shirt over his heart. He’s panting, hair sticking to his face from the sweat that’s built up. He raises his hand, relieved to find no cut on his head before wiping the tears from his face. His eyes dart around the darkness of his room as he sighs, unable to shake the feeling of dread that’s settled over him.
Throwing off his blanket, Kaminari heads to his door and slips right out into the hallway. He contemplated for a moment, what am I doing? They’re asleep. He shakes his head, passing a hand through his hair with a shaky breath. But what if that’s one of those prophecy dreams and they’re in trouble? His mind races, unable to settle on one thought as he walks up to your door.
“You can do this.” He whispers to himself, knocking gently on your door. He shifts anxiously and when your room light doesn’t go on he knocks again. “Please please please.” He mumbles, relieved when the light flickers on and your footsteps can be heard coming up to the door. Your lock clicks and the door opens to show you, half-awake, in your pajamas.
You squint in confusion. “Kaminari?” You rub your eyes, concerned when you see the redness of his eyes. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“Can I come in?” He asks softly, rubbing his arm.
“Yeah, of course.” You step aside, allowing him to walk in before closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?” You repeat, only being met with a rather crushing hug from the blond. You don’t say anything else, gently hugging him back. If he needs to talk about whatever it is he will, Kaminari’s not really one to keep quiet often.
“It was a stupid dream.” He mumbles, his face pressed in the crook of your neck. You rub his back, allowing him the moment to speak. “Some villains destroyed a part of the city. Kiri was there, over y-” he pauses, a shaky breath leaving him. “Your body, he was giving CPR.” He tenses up as he explains it to you.
You pull back enough to cup his face in your hands. “Hey, it’s okay.” You start, getting him to look you in the eye. “The city’s as safe as it can be. Kiri’s still a floor above us, probably sleeping like a rock. I’m okay. Okay?” He nods, allowing you to brush your thumbs across his cheeks, wiping away the tear stains. “If you need anything, I’m just a door away Kami.” He snorts a laugh at the attempted nickname. “You wanna stay here for the night? I’ll kick any bad dream’s ass that tries to scare you.” Kaminari smiles, nodding softly, and allowing you to lead him over to your bed. “We’re gonna be okay Kaminari. Promise.” He nods, laying down beside and, to his surprise, he falls asleep before you do. No nightmares dare to show up that night.
⤷Bakugou he likes it when you sit on the nearest surface with your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you. one of his hands on the side of your face/neck so he can hold you in place while kissing you like it’s the first and last time; your forgotten spotify playlist playing in the background. his body is so big and hot against you as his strong arm wraps around you and closes all the little distance between you; he loves to suck and bite your bottom lip when you least expect it, and if you make the slightest moan, he’ll laugh and call you needy. he also likes to pull away a little too often just so you can chase his lips; he loves to see that you need and want him just the same way he needs and wants you. he teasingly asks if you want to move into the bedroom and, before you can even answer, he picks you up and carries you there, leaving teasing kisses every now and then on your lips.
⤷Deku there is a smooth pattern of raindrops on the window; the netflix movie you’re trying to get him to watch with you is now neglected as it only serves as background noise for the sounds of your lips moving in unison and he just sighs in contentment because even though he doesn’t say it, he loves it when your lip gloss is smudged all over his lips; it tastes like you. his hands sliding lightly down your back as he leans you down to lie on the sofa; he settles between your legs and holds your thigh tightly with one hand as you wrap your legs around his waist; he can’t help but moan against your mouth as he rolls his hips against yours.
