⚡ Don't Let Your Guard Down ⚡
Oooooo Wheeeeee, it's spicy y'all! I've got some seasonal Kaminari Content for y'all, written 'specially for the resplendent @katsukisdynamite (Pssst.. She's been updating her Orange Hoodie series, and MERCY is it good, please go read it, like, please.) Deets: Denki Kaminari X F!Reader
CW/Mentions: Soff Dom Themes, Quirk Application (Erotic Electrostim), Lichtenberg Scars, Oral (receiving), Fingering, Edging & Denial, Overstim, Creampie (I guess, but its not mentioned specifically), Pierced!Kaminari, Mentions of horror movies (Friday the 13th) w/ potential spoilers if you look hard enough.
Word Count: 2,629
Summary: You and Kaminari have a date scheduled every two weeks for manicures and horror movies, and you do your best impression of every horny teen couple in every horror movie, with some quirk play for extra spice~
*** 18+ Content - MDNI , All Characters are adults***
The air was still, cool, and dark, only pierced by the street lamps lining the pavement like sentinels in the night, along with the diffuse glow of the occasional house window. Yours was not among these, instead letting the shadows poor in as daylight would in early afternoon.
The night stirred with the sprightly keening of crickets. Their soprano symphony was soon interrupted, however.
You stiffened straight as a board against the back of your couch, wishing it could swallow you as breath tumbled from your lips in trembling pants, even as you clasped your hands over your lips in an effort to stifle them.
The side door whined open, as though in protest to the intrusion, followed by the sound of your name, sung into the darkness.
“I know you’re here…” the familiar voice said, and you squeezed your eyes shut, and tried to will your heart to slow, but his halftime boot steps only seemed to push your tempo higher.
Away… He was walking away. You chanced to open your eyes when a cool breath whispered at the shell of your ear,
You shrieked, the flat of your palm colliding with worn leather, shoving your intruder out of his crouch and spilling him across the floor.
“Dammit, Denki! I was gonna scare you!” You scolded over his overboiling snickering.
“Gonna have to do better than that!” He chided, “I could hear you sh-sh-shivering from the porch!” Denki righted himself, thumbing away tears of laughter in a way that would not smudge his eyeliner out of place.
“I thought I had you for sure when you were walking away… How did you-” You looked down to see his toes wiggling beneath dingy grey socks. He snorted, trying and failing to contain another bout of cackling.
You smirked at his cleverness, always smarter than he was given credit for.
“You cheated!” You swatted at him again.
“Not cheating.” He countered, pulling himself off the floor and offering you a hand, “Simply playing… creatively” a smug grin opened across his face as he lifted you off the floor and into his arms.
“Mmhmm.. Right…” You said dubiously.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game, Sunshine!” He shrugged, before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you in.
At first you thought he was just stealing a short kiss, something of a prize, but then he didn’t pull away. No, in fact he kissed you deeper, the tip of his tongue dipping out to trace your lips. When you felt the light, tingling burn light up your face, and set your heart fluttering again, you pulled away.
“Denki~” You sighed, a hot flush crawling up the back of your neck and spreading over your face.
He chuckled again, and then reached into his pocket to produce a bottle of thick, glossy polish.
“Shall we get the evening started?”
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“Okay, you should be all dry now..” You switched off the dusty old fan you’d set up on your tiny breakfast table so Denki could admire your handiwork, turning his open hand this way and that, letting the pitch black polish catch the light.
You tightened the cap on the bottle and stood up to put it away when he shot out a freshly painted hand, “Hey wait! Lemme do yours..” he asked with a lopsided grin.
You didn’t have any reason to say no, so you handed the polish over and extended your right hand.
“I picked the perfect movie for us tonight..” He said, never breaking focus from your nail held inches from his face.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” He said, tucking his tongue between his teeth in concentration.
You had this date set every two weeks where you’d refresh his nail polish (and now yours, you supposed) and watch a horror movie, so you were restricted to one genre at least.
“Hmm.. New or old?”
“Old. Two more questions.”
“I thought you said I had three guesses?”
“Last guess!” He smirked.
Okay, old horror… Could be a classic, or something totally niche, Denki was unpredictable that way… Your eyes went to the ceiling as you scanned your brain for everything from Halloween to Killer Klowns from Outer Space when something caught your eye.
On the wall across from you was an LED clock, the kind that showed the date as well as the time, and it read
7:03PM FRI OCT 13.
“Friday the 13th!” You cheered.
“Nnh-hnh” he agreed, tongue in his teeth again, just poking out of the corner of his mouth.
“Which one??” You chirp excitedly.
“Well if we watch one, we have to watch two through four. Did you know he doesn’t even get his mask until Part 3?”
“I only brought the one…” He chuckled, screwing the cap back on the nail polish, “but maybe we can stream the rest. You’re done.”
You examined the damage, and he actually did a pretty good job, but you startled when a ring clad, black lacquered hand encircled your wrist;
“Careful… You won’t be able to use your hands for a while…” He whispered, pulling you onto your feet and draped your hand over his shoulder.
“S-s’quick-dry... “ You murmured.
He smirked “Hmmm… So it is.” His breath fanned against your face, and you weren’t sure if the buzzing in your lips was his quirk until static arced between you as he brought his mouth down on yours.
You pulled air through your nose like you had been underwater too long. How can this boy kiss like that? Before you could finish pondering the thought, far too soon, he pulled away with that crooked Cheshire grin and spoke;
“Shall we get started?” “You said we already started..”
“I got... distracted.” you felt him tuck his hands into your back pockets, and as you were trailing your fingers up to his belt loops, you thought you might return the same energy he’s been giving you all night.
“Hmm, well…” you tucked your fingers into his waistband, “What do you think about…” You tugged open the button of his jeans; “getting a little more distracted..” You let him swallow up the words in another kiss as you brought your thumb around to his back and let your fingertips trace over the outline of a DVD case in his back pocket…
“Wh-Hey!” But you were already gone, scurrying around the couch with DVD in hand.
“Shouldn’t let your guard down, Denki, you’re already at the top of the list of getting slashed by a psycho killer..” you called over your shoulder as the console sucked up the disk.
The lights flicked off, and you turned in time to see him vault over the couch, “Is that right? Me? The Human Stun Gun?”
“Yes, you, the blonde himbo who can’t keep his hands to himself!” You flopped down into his lap and pulled the blanket across your own in time to see the words flash across the screen;
“Camp Crystal Lake, 1958”
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At first you wrote it off, his hands around your waist, thumbs tracing your hips and fingers pressing into the plush flesh there. Maybe he was just spooked, by the gore with Annie, or the snake in the counselor’s cabin. You wouldn’t have guessed with the amount of shit he was talking
Then his hands slid up, flattening against your belly, fingers moving from your hips to your ribcage, thumbs tucking against the swell of your breasts, but they were warm so you didn’t mind. And as Marcie and Jack were getting cozy in their bunk, He traced your sternum, and his touch raised goosebumps over your chest and arms.
“Denki~” your voice came in little more than a whisper, and a new wave a goosebumps rolled down your body as he spoke in an even smaller whisper,
“Just filling my roll… Though, it seems those two are higher on the list than I am…”
He drew his tongue along the column of your neck, the ball of his barbell acting as a conductor in more ways than one, as arcs of electricity nipped your skin.
“Wanna join me at the top?” You feel his grin against your throat.
“Nooo..” your rebuttal sounded much more like a whine than you had intended, “I’m trying to make it to the end, like Alice.”
“Who?” you shivered as his nose followed the trail his tongue left until his teeth found your shoulder.
“Alright, alright.. I’m watching~”
Somehow, you didn’t believe him. Perhaps it was his ever-wandering hands crawling down your body, working beneath the waistband of your sweats. You tried to ignore him, but that was getting harder and harder to do, with him sucking on your neck, and fingering the elastic of your panties.
You sighed, hoping he didn’t notice the slight wobble to your exhale, but he did. You knew he did, by the air he huffed through his nose, the way he slipped past the waistband of your panties just like he had your sweats, and if he didn’t notice your shaky sigh, he absolutely noticed your breath hitch in your throat as that agonizingly familiar tingle spread from between your legs.
“S’the matter?” he purred against your ear.
“Nothin’~” You huff, a little too breathily.
You continued to fail to watch the carnage on screen as he continued his little side plot on you, each time the pads of his fingers found your clit, you’d feel that current burn through you. You’d suck in your breath, chew your lip, but inevitably your eyes would flutter closed, and his voice would float into your ear again,
“You’re missing it…”
“M’not..” you panted, as he drew sparking circles and set your nerves alight, and you felt your very foundation shudder.
“Oh I’m sorry… I’m distracting you…” He taunted, and tried to withdraw.
“No!” You spat through gritted teeth, hand flying to his wrist.
“It’s dangerous to let your guard down, you know…”
You twist around to face him, kneeling between his spread knees.
“I’m not worried, I have a human stun gun.”
You pushed your hands under the hem of his shirt, revealing skin pulled taut against densely packed abs, obliques, pectorals, all covered in branching, feathered scars, and you saw the fine fissures in his façade as your own chilly fingers traced the pattern, his eyes falling closed, face flushing in the blue light of the television as you marveled in the marks like nothing you’d ever seen before, different every time he came around.
You jumped when his eyes flashed open, and in no time he had you on your back, pressing you into the couch cushions by your wrists, your hips, his expectant erection pressing impatiently against the cotton of his boxers, beyond the zipper of his still-open fly.
“And if I was the psycho killer?” He breathed, rutting thoughtlessly against the crotch of your heathered track pants.
“I hope there’s a sequel..”
“Afraid you won’t make it to the sequel…” He slid his hand clumsily beneath your shirt to palm one breast, “You’re at the top of my list..” He rolled and kneaded the flesh until he felt your nipple harden against his palm. He hunched over to take your other nipple into his mouth, his pierced tongue laving over it wetly, relishing in your squeals as he shocked you again and again, until both buds were puffy and flushed from the abuse.
It wasn’t long before he found your waistband again, and made quick work of tugging them down your legs to reveal your presently weeping pussy. He propped his head up on his elbow between your legs, and with one finger he drew lazy circles around your clit;
“And what do we do about this?”
“You’re joking..” You winged.
“Only a little…” He smirked as he discharged another jolt into you.
“Denki!” You cried, mostly involuntarily, not that it made much of a difference.
“I like that…” He dropped his head atop his folded elbow, “Let’s hear it again…”
Another wave of voltage flickered through you, which had you gripping the couch cushions for dear life.
“Aww, c’mon babe… I wanna hear you say it…”
He lit you up again, and his name tumbled from your lips,
“Aw, well, since you asked so nicely~”
He pulled your legs over his shoulders, and made sure you were looking at him when his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and you watched the sparks glitter in haphazard ripples from the ball in the center of it before he dragged the muscle against your quivering cunt.
You threw your head back, and knotted your fingers in his hair. Not that he needed any encouragement. In fact, if you pulled yourself up to look at him, you’d see one glassy eyed blonde losing himself between your legs.
Before long, your muscles wrenched around your bones, snapping your thighs over Kaminari’s face. They practically screamed with exertion after being forced to tense and relax as you did your best impression of a diode for the better part of the night, and shook violently. His name fell from your tongue like a mantra as you used your grip on sunny strands to fuck yourself into Nirvana.
Once he was satisfied drinking you in, he wasted no time crawling up your body, and catching your lips in a kiss, tongue diving and exploring the silken walls of your mouth, letting a taste of you linger on your own tongue as he struggled clumsily to pull his pants from around his waist.
You hissed as his cock made contact with your clit, still sensitive from all the attention it had received that evening. Even so, Denki couldn’t stop himself from grinding against your still sopping entrance;
“F-fuck, s-so fucking good…” He groaned, dragging his fevered cock aimlessly over you wetness.
You rolling your hips against his mindless thrusts did nothing to help his resolve. He hooked one leg over his elbow, lined himself up and drove into you unceremoniously, forcing the air from your lungs.
He gripped the arm of the sofa with one hand, the back with the other (your leg still in tow) and proceeded to crash into your aching cunt repeatedly, not a thing in the world more important than fucking you into the cushions.
His chosen trajectory guided him right to your g-spot, and his body was alight with erratic discharges of his quirk, which had your walls ratcheting down on his cock more forcefully than even you thought possible. A sweat broke out over your body, with every nerve screaming in a frantic hum. Your nails dug into his back, adding your own stripes to the canvas of twists and bends spiraling down his back.
You felt the air evacuate your lungs like you were in a vacuum, followed by a sob as another climax shredded through your already exhausted body.
“Ohh my fuckin’ god!” Kaminari panted, as he pistoned once, twice, three more times into you before coming to his own shuddering halt, his cock twitching and flexing inside you as it loosed hot white ribbons of cum into your spent pussy.
Your arms flopped uselessly over your face while the two of you tried to catch your breath like you’d run a marathon. When you peaked past your hand at the TV, the credits were rolling.
“So…” You said between exhales, “Part 2?”