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“Sorry I’m late, guys,” Denki huffed as he plopped into his seat. And thankfully, the one left open was next to his favorite insomniac. The squad had met at their favorite bar, the one where the staff and patrons left them alone. Everyone was already there steeped in conversation. After a few hellos and general greetings, Kirishima immediately returned his attention to Hanta.
“So yeah, bro, the shit they come up with is insane .”
“What stuff are they talking about?” Denki leaned into Hitoshi as he asked while keeping his eyes on Kirishima’s avid gesticulation.
“Apparently,” Hitoshi drawled, “there’s an online community devoted to Kirishima and Bakugou’s relationship.”
“I mean, obviously,” Denki retorted. “Anyone with eyes knows the press and the fans are obsessed with their after hours activities.”
“Yeah, man,” Kirishima interjected. “But we’re talking fanfiction.”
“You’re kidding,” Denki raised an incredulous eyebrow. “They’re writing fanfiction about you?”
“Obviously, Dunce Face,” Bakugou scoffed while looking even cockier somehow than usual. “They only wish they knew the half of it.” Bakugou’s smirk had Kirishima blushing immediately.
“Well since you’re so proud of it then, what’s your fave, Kacchan?”
“I don’t have to answer that,” he grumbled, decidedly less self-assured.
“Aw come on! Don’t skimp out on the details now,” Ashido whined. “What’s the juicy stuff about?” She nudged Kirishima in the shoulder. He was much easier to persuade.
“I don’t feel super comfortable talking about that stuff,” the redhead replied with a nervous hand at the back of his neck. Ashido pouted. “Buuut I can tell you some of the more creative stuff.”
“Go on then,” Hanta pushed.
“So there’s this whole thing where I’m like a dragon or dragon shifter or whatever, right? And Kats is like some kind of a barbarian who ends up taming me or being my handler.”
“Ah, yes. Handler . Indeed,” Denki teased. “That sounds like one hell of a ride.” Kirishima blanched.
“You bet your ass it is, Dunce Face,” Bakugou swooped in to Kirishima’s defense. “He’s the hottest fucking dragon out there.” Red eyes locked onto each other.
“Cool it down. We don’t need a live action role play in the bar,” Hitoshi interjected.
“I can’t say I expected monster fucking being on tonight’s menu,” Hanta teased.
“Definitely not,” Ashido shook her head. “Is there ever anything human? Or is it all fantasy all the time?”
“Not at all! There’s all kinds of stuff about us at school and obviously about us now . It’s kinda surreal reading about things that didn’t happen in the past though.”
“How much of this are you reading?!” Ashido winked.
“I-I mean...it’s not like all the time or anything. Some of it’s just...really cute!” Everyone nodded to get him to keep going. “Like there’s all these fluffy ones about how we like got together and confessed to each other.” The adoring look he gave Bakugou was nauseatingly sweet.
“Or the first time you fucked, I’m sure,” Hitoshi added dryly. Kyouka spit out her drink, Ashido choked on hers, and Hanta didn’t know whose back to slap on first. Denki just cackled. Bakugou fumed.
“Yeah, and what of it, Eyebags? You got something to say about it?” The blonde was threatening to get out of his chair but Kirishima forcibly pressed him back into his seat.
“It’s okay, Kats. It was just a joke.”
“Clearly he wasn’t wrong or you wouldn’t have reacted like that ,” Denki gasped out as he wiped tears from the corner of his eyes.
“I mean...yeah,” Kirishima whispered with a firm gaze on the floor.
“Oh! What’s your ship name?” Ashido asked as soon as she caught her breath again.
“Well there’s several: KiriBaku. BakuShima. Pop rocks.”
“Awww! Pop rocks! That’s so cute, bro!” Denki pouted.
“I know, right?!” Kirishima reached out and interlaced his fingers with Bakugou’s which seemed to break the blonde out from his anger.
“I’m gonna get a cavity if you don’t stop this shit,” Hitoshi rolled his eyes but was clearly in agreement. Bakugou pressed a kiss to the back of his boyfriend’s hand.
“I’m gonna get diabetes! Stop it, guys!” Ashido playfully slapped their hands causing Bakugou to bear his teeth at her.
“I think the fans got it wrong,” Kyouka chimed in. “I think Bakugou is clearly the dragon in this relationship.” Hitoshi tipped his drink in agreement while the rest of the table, minus the happy couple, burst into another round of hysterics.
Once everyone had regained their composure, the conversation moved on to other topics, none of which were all that memorable to Denki who found himself more and more under the influence of both alcohol and the intoxicating power of Hitoshi’s presence. Even after all these years, no quirk necessary, the beautiful insomniac had him under his spell. Lingering glances and playful bumps of shoulders and knees quickly became the focus of the evening. Everything else faded away. If only his best friend felt the same way. Then maybe they’d have their own ship name. Or maybe they already did.
And you can’t blame a guy for being curious. It was just a quick little harmless search. Just a guy and his laptop in the privacy of his bedroom. Nothing weird about that! One could even call it professional development! So what did the internet have to say about “Kaminari Denki + Shinsou Hitoshi?”
A lot apparently.
The immediate results were all purely professional. A handful of reports on joint missions they’d done together, some photos. But a couple of pages later, things got a little more interesting and speculative. There were a handful of pictures from some hang outs the two had had with some bullshit commentary from tabloids. Things like, “Lingering touches between Chargebolt and Mindjack” or “More than colleagues? Pro heroes seen out on the town.” And boy did Denki wish it were like that.
All of this stuff wasn’t really what he was looking for though. It wouldn’t be wrong to search for straight up fanfiction, would it? It was just to see if it even existed. That’s all. Kirishima had said a lot of the stuff about him and Bakugou speculated about how they got together. So maybe other randos out there had thought up some cute stuff about him and Hitoshi. It couldn’t hurt to check…
And low and behold. The randos didn’t disappoint.
The ship name came first: ShinKami. And Denki liked the sound of that. It was like the start of some kind of future hyphenation of their last names, not that he ever thought about that or anything.
He’d found the ship name on a message board, which he thoroughly examined. Much like the tabloids, these fans had analyzed every press photo to death, pointing out mannerisms and body posturing Denki never even knew meant anything. He was afraid to believe it though because they all came to the same conclusion: ShinKami were absolutely enamored with each other. But Denki knew it was one-sided. And apparently anyone could tell how deeply in love he was with Hitoshi.
However, the message board contributors offered some salve for his pining heart: they’d linked some fanfiction.
Call it desperate. Call it hyperfixation. Call it whatever you like, but Denki followed that link faster than he could blink.
And good lord this stuff was cute! Down the rabbit hole he went. ShinKami had been childhood friends, soulmates, and each other’s first kisses. They got married, adopted an army of cats, and sometimes had kids. All things domestic and wholesome had been more than covered. It brought Denki to tears. It was sweet torture.
Could you blame him for wanting a break from all the soft stuff that pulled at his heartstrings? Thinking about all those kisses had certainly made Denki think some less than pure thoughts. Surely there was more... mature ...content out there too. So maybe he found that he could filter his results by rating. And maybe he sorted the E-rated fics by popularity. Perhaps he even read a few summaries to find the ones he was most interested in reading.
And okay, he was only human...and horny. So he clicked on “A Melding of Minds” by someone called “PurrfectShock.” Besides, if 50k others had read it, it’s gotta be doing something right.
“‘Toshi, I want you to have me completely.” The blonde straddled his lover’s lap so he could show him just how badly he needed this.
“What do you mean, my love? Is that not what this is?” Hitoshi’s hands instinctively wrapped around Denki’s waist, as they had countless times before.
“I want,” Denki shook his head, “no, I need to get lost in your touch. I want out of my head. I want you to take my body and my mind.”
Oh, shit. Fictional Denki finally worked up the nerve, huh? The sexual implications of Hitoshi’s quirk had long been one of Denki’s favorite fantasy generators. Seemed like he wasn’t alone…
“Denki,” Hitoshi responded breathlessly, “I don’t know. This is a lot to consider.” Denki brought both of his hands to Hitoshi’s blushing cheeks and kissed him chastely on the lips.
“I trust you, Hitoshi, more than anyone else. That’s why I want to give myself over to you. Please, take me.”
Woah. Maybe the answer to getting in Hitoshi’s pants was breaking out some period piece dialogue. Regardless of the ridiculousness of it all, blood rushed south as Denki kept reading.
“And you’re completely sure this is what you want?” Hitoshi ran his hands up and down Denki’s spine as he searched his eyes for any hesitation.
“More than anything.” His gaze was piercing, assured. There was no doubt.
“Okay, then,” Hitoshi took a deep breath. “You know I’d do anything you asked of me, right?”
“I d--” and suddenly Denki’s consciousness was flooded in lavender. The place he found himself in was warm and still. Initially, his awareness could only process Hitoshi’s velvety presence caressing his mind in assurance and love. But then his sensual baritone flooded his senses.
“Kiss me, Denki.” And Denki watched as his body reacted to his lover’s command. He could feel the heat of Hitoshi’s lips, his hands, his body, but he remained swaddled in lavender. He felt nothing but utter peace and pure arousal.
Okay, this definitely had no right to be as hot as it was. Denki had begun to palm himself through his jeans as his eyes remained glued to his screen.
After agonizing minutes of out-of-body kissing and rutting, Hitoshi finally spearheaded on after receiving verbal permission to continue.
“Take off your clothes and get on your knees.” His limbs moved automatically and stripped himself before he lowered himself to the floor. The lovers’ disparate states of dress furthered the eroticism of the act: Denki was completely laid bare.
“Oh, hell yes,” Denki shuddered as he slid off his jeans and briefs, relieving the borderline painful constraint on his cock.
The pressure of Hitoshi’s hot and heavy cock on his tongue made Denki’s twitch even further out of his control than this response usually was. But his mouth was frozen in place and Denki internally pushed against Hitoshi’s mental hold because he sought to wrap his lips around the head that was sliding further and further down his throat.
“None of that, kitten. It’s my turn to play.”
“Fuuuck.” The pet name had Denki blindly searching for the lube he kept in his bedside table. Once found and without thought, he took himself in hand without warming it up at all and hissed. But he was so fucking hard that even the frigid temperature did nothing to diminish his erection.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, love. Oh, gods...you look so pretty on my cock like this. K-keep still but wrap your lips around me a little tighter. Yeahhh, just like that.” Denki’s resistance against Hitoshi’s mental hold reduced now that his body was given permission to satisfy his lover’s needs in ways he normally would have. Although the complete control Hitoshi had over him was better than anything he could have possibly imagined.
By the time fictional Hitoshi’s thighs started to tremble and his quirk control wavered, Denki was aggressively stroking himself, totally subsumed in the story.
“Fuck. I’m c-close. You’re doing so, so good for me, baby.”
And the praise is what pushed irl Denki over the edge.
“Dammit,” he cursed under his breath as he reassessed all of the life choices that had brought him to this point. He hadn’t cum that fast since he was a goddamn teenager. And what did it? Smut about his best friend face-fucking him into next week. Pet names and flowery prose. How goddamn embarrassing.
Denki thoroughly admonished himself for the absurdity of it all as he cleaned up the evidence of his shame. Mind control kinks were a thing, right? It surely wasn’t just him. He’d be sure to look into it...but not until after he finished the story. PurrfectShock clearly had a mind reading quirk.
Hitoshi knew it was painfully on brand that he couldn’t fall asleep. In fact, it would be much more novel if he had been able to sleep after an evening spent flirting with his favorite blonde. But what had been novel about that night’s insomnia episode was the source: he was engaged in an hours-long morality battle over whether or not he should look up porn about him and his best friend. Sure, Denki had been the star on the spank bank stage for years at this point. Much to his chagrin, fantasies involving anyone other than the blonde didn’t do anything for him anymore. If that made him a sick fuck, so be it.
What he couldn’t decide was whether or not it would be intolerably more depraved to consume others’ fantasies about him and the love of his life. It sounded as though Bakugou and Kirishima frequently indulged in the stuff about themselves. But those two had been in a committed relationship for ages. (A secondary train of thought hovered in the back of his mind about whether or not that habit was some form or exhibitionism or something else entirely.)
Did the “if they can do it, so can I” attitude work in this scenario? Or did Hitoshi’s level of desperation and unrequited feelings make his position irredeemably perverse? Or was the fact that he’d agonized over the morality of the situation for hours demonstrate that he wasn’t completely shameless human scum? After all, was it really all that different from any fanfiction featuring Y/N?
Fuck it. Life was short and no one (other than his pride) was being hurt if he did a quick G/oogle search. And no one could punish him for it more than he’d already done himself by pacing the floorboards until 5am while mentally self-flagellating. So fuck it.
He typed “Shinsou Hitoshi + Kaminari Denki + fanfiction” into the search bar and pressed “Enter.”
And good lord there was a lot; so much so that he was not prepared to deal with it. Where does one even start when there are thousands of results?
“Hmmm...filters! Thank god, there are filters. Okay. Okay. What have we got?”
Sorting by hits and likes made sense. He didn’t have the patience for piss poor writing at the moment. And yeah, he’s already hard. Might as well make it Explicit. Language. Complete works only (because this was only a one time thing). Definitely didn’t want anything underage or non-consensual. Okay. Okay. That was good: got rid of several thousand of results.
“Might as well start from the top, I guess.”
The summary of “Galvanic Touch” by PurrfectShock hit really close to home. Simple and relatable: “Denki accidentally shocks Hitoshi. He likes it.” Yep. That’s gotta be the one.
The sexual tension in the air hung low and thick like fog as Denki and Hitoshi made eye contact across the table. Their friends had just left. It was just the two of them now. And both of them were itching to leave, but definitely not alone.
“So I was thinking,” Denki started before nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
“Sounds dangerous,” Hitoshi winked and ran his tongue suggestively across his teeth. It was so tantalizing that Denki almost forgot to be offended.
“Oh, shut up, ‘Toshi!” Denki leaned across the table to playfully slap Hitoshi’s shoulder. But whether it was from being tipsy or a little distracted from the pheromones, Denki unintentionally discharged a small amount of electricity into Hitoshi’s skin.
“Fuck!” Hitoshi jumped and his eyes blew wide. Denki watched a shudder run down the larger man’s frame before he realized what had just happened.
“Holy shit, Hitoshi! I’m so sorry! Oh my god. Are you okay?!”
“Do it again.”
“W-what?!” Denki watched Hitoshi’s chest rise and fall faster and faster.
“Do it again. Please.” Hitoshi’s eyes were desperate and pleading. It had Denki blushing.
“R-really? You liked that?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that to me.”
Who the hell was PurrfectShock and why did they know this much about him?!
“Yeah? Give me your hand then.” Denki was on cloud fucking nine as Shinsou offered his hand palm down. This was finally, finally happening. With barely more than static activated, Denki ran a charged finger up the length of Hitoshi’s palm. The response was immediate: Hitoshi’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “I like the sound of that,” Denki smirked as he worked his fingers around Hitoshi’s hand and wrist. He reveled in the little gasps and cut off breaths escaping his crush’s lips. Denki, enjoying the sweet torture he was inflicting, cranked up the charge as he laced their fingers together. Hitoshi’s head fell back as he took a shuddering breath.
“Take me home.”
“Yeah? Yes? Really? Yeah, okay!”
Hitoshi chuckled at the author’s portrayal of Denki’s enthusiastic search for consent. It seemed pretty on brand by his estimation. Not that he would ever get the chance to find out…
But seeing as masochism was this particular night’s brand, he decided to continue reading further. He’d come this far...well...he was getting to that part.
He quickly read through the description of the fictional pair’s trevails to get back to Denki’s place. None of it seemed important as he scanned further to find the good stuff. He didn’t have to look much farther before his character had his Denki pinned up against his front door as they desperately kissed and stripped off layers of each other’s clothing.
“AH! Bed now!” Denki all but shouted after Hitoshi bit into the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard enough to leave marks. Deep down to his core, Denki knew it was Hitoshi’s way to claim him as his own, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. However, it seemed that his plea had fallen on deaf ears because Hitoshi seemed fully committed to licking and sucking on his neck rather than listening to instructions.
So Denki did what he had to do to get Hitoshi’s attention: he weaved his fingers into disheveled purple locks and pulled his lover’s head back. A needy groan escaped after his lips popped off of Denki’s neck. “If you don’t take me to bed now, this is over. Got me?”
“Holy hell.” There was something profoundly arousing about the primal desire coursing through Hitoshi as he imagined what it would be like to not only mark Denki as his own, but to be totally at his mercy. He could almost feel those deadly fingers weaved in his hair. It would seem that he had a lot to learn about himself from PurrfectShock.
“Well that’s the last thing I want,” Hitoshi grumbled. And without preamble, he picked up Denki from off of the door and carried him to the bedroom, still intermittently peppering his face and jaw with kisses.
“That’s better,” Denki purred as he was gently set down on the bed. “Now come here and lay down. You deserve a treat for listening so well.”
“Oh, shit.” Hitoshi stripped out of his pants and underwear at break-neck speed. He was painfully hard and his dick bounced up against his stomach as soon as it was freed from the confines of his clothes.
Did...did he have a praise kink???
Deft fingers trailed up and down Hitoshi’s torso while Denki ground his hips down on his clothed erection. The sweet torture was heavenly, but then small pulses of electricity were being channeled straight to his nipples.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Hitoshi spit into his palm to ease the glide as he desperately fisted his cock. This shit was good, real good.
“You like that, baby?” Denki punctuated the question with a sharp twist and zap of both of Hitoshi’s nipples, causing the man underneath him to throw his head back and writhe from the stimulation.
“P-please, Denki,” he managed to stutter out. He clamped down on Denki’s hips in a bruising vice grip. The blonde hissed in pleasure before grinding down again while teasing up Hitoshi’s neck with electrified fingers.
“Yes, baby?” Denki caressed Hitoshi’s jaw with his right thumb and weaved his left back into purple locks, not slowing the movement of his hips.
“Please touch me. I’m certifiably dying.” Denki chuckled at the sweet desperation in Hitoshi’s voice.
“I think that can be arranged,” the blonde smirked before pushing back on his haunches. His hands grasped onto the waistband of Hitoshi’s underwear and licked his lips as he eyed the massive, wet bulge before him.
Hitoshi couldn’t help but smirk. It seemed that PurrfectShock was in agreement with B/uzzfeed’s assessment that he was the hero with the most BDE.
“Please, Denki. I need you.” Denki’s eyes immediately flicked up to meet amethyst. And the electric hero knew immediately there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do if Hitoshi asked him to.
“I’ve got you, baby. I promise.” Denki dropped his gaze to the coarse purple hair that he revealed centimeter by delicious centimeter. He drooled at his prize when he finally laid eyes on Hitoshi’s member: it was the stuff of dreams.
Hitoshi rolled his eyes as he skimmed through the author’s absurdly detailed description of his dick. Not what he wanted to hear about at the moment.
And then Denki’s hand wrapped around the base, his fingers unable to meet.
“Good lord. Just get on with it, please.”
“Who did you pay off to get this perfect dick?” Denki praised as he started slowly pumping his hand up and down.
“ Okay, it’s better when he’s saying it. I’ll give them that.”
Hitoshi was too caught up in pleasure to fully respond to the question. It seemed that Denki knew exactly how he wanted to be touched as he expertly twisted his wrist, teased his frenulum, played with his glans. And Hitoshi found that he was dangerously close to cumming from Denki’s hand alone.
Irl Hitoshi was feeling the exact same way.
“You’re getting close, but you can go again,” Denki stated with certainty. Hitoshi nodded enthusiastically, too caught up in pleasure to feel embarrassed. “Do you trust me, baby?”
“Of...of course.”
“Good boy,” Denki winked as he lowered his head closer and closer to Hitoshi’s cock.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.” Hitoshi’s hand was flying up and down his length. This was happening. Denki was about to suck his dick. Heat pooled in his stomach.
Denki’s lips ghosted down the length of him, causing Hitoshi’s whole body to shiver in anticipation. Denki looked up into his eyes, his face right next to the base of his dick. Hitoshi pushed up a bit on his elbows so he could see those teasing golden eyes better. Denki let his tongue loll out of his mouth just a couple of inches away from his length. And that’s when Hitoshi saw it: tiny sparks of electricity danced across his tongue.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Hitoshi’s thighs trembled.
Then with a barely there touch, Denki’s tongue licked him from base to tip. The gentle pulsing of electricity shattered him to his core.
“FUCK!” Hitoshi came in waves, his abs contracting harshly as the endorphins flowed through his body. After a few heaving breaths, his mind registered that the sun had just started to peek through the curtains. He closed his eyes just to catch his breath and immediately fell asleep.