BNHA | Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

Kaminari Denki x You

Authori's Note: Part of the "Fetish Exploration Series".

He didn't know what he'd done in life to end up here. Truly.

You were lying next to him, wearing nothing but a stolen hoodie and that lazy, post-shower glow that made his brain short-circuit more than his quirk ever could. You were scrolling through your phone, humming something, completely unaware of how every little thing you did made his skin buzz.

Denki was lying on his stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other stretched across your waist like he was anchoring himself. His chin was pressed against your hip. He wasn't even subtle about it, the way his eyes just stayed on you.

He was thinking about how your bare legs looked stretched out across his bed. How your hair was still damp, was curling against your neck. How you occasionally reached down to absentmindedly scratch his scalp while reading. And how it all made him feel like his chest was too full to breathe.

"Babe," he mumbled, voice rough from sleep, "you ever get tired of looking like every fantasy I've ever had?"

You laughed utterly amused. Like you were used to him saying things like that and still not ready to believe he meant them. But he did.

You turned your head to look at him. "I'm literally just lying here."

"Exactly." He lifted himself slightly, just enough to press a kiss to your hip. "That's what's messed up. I don't even need you to do anything. You just exist, and I'm..." He kissed you again, a little higher this time. "...done."

You arched an eyebrow. "That easy, huh?"

He grinned. "Embarrassingly."

You rolled over onto your back, and suddenly, there you were, stretched out, messy, flushed, eyes sparkling from sleep. His hoodie rode up just a little on your thighs. And Kaminari Denki? He was toast.

He shifted up, hovering slightly over you. Not pushing. Just admiring. "I mean it," he murmured, tracing a hand over your hip. "I don't have a favourite part. There's no specific thing. It's just... you."

He kissed your collarbone. "Your laugh."

Another kiss, just beneath your ear. "The way you always smell like my shampoo."

A longer kiss, this time on your cheek, just shy of your mouth. "How you tease me when I'm being a little shit but still kiss me goodnight."

And finally, a kiss to your lips...warm, lingering, a little breathless. "Everything you do is my fetish."

You exhaled against his mouth, half-laughing, half-melting. "You're such a simp."

"Full simp," he said proudly. "No regrets."

His hand slid to lace with yours, fingers fitting naturally. He didn't ask for more. He didn't need to. Being wrapped up in you, tangled in your warmth, lost in how you looked just existing, was enough.

Because for Kaminari Denki, love didn't need to be complicated.

It just needed to be you.

***

It started, as it often did, with you in his hoodie. After shower.

You'd walked out of the bathroom, damp hair sticking to your neck, eyes heavy from a long day, and Denki just... froze. You didn't say anything at first, just padded over barefoot and collapsed onto the bed beside him, scrolling through your phone like you didn't just ruin his ability to think.

He tried to play it cool. For about three seconds.

Then he made this low, strangled sound in his throat and face-planted into the bed.

You arched a brow, amused. "You good?"

"Mmmmf." His voice was muffled in the sheets. "I love you. You're evil. That's all."

You rolled onto your side, propped up on one elbow. "Because I'm wearing your hoodie?"

"You're not just wearing it," he groaned, flipping onto his back to stare at the ceiling like a man defeated. "You're swimming in it. You're drowning in it. The sleeves are past your hands. The hem barely covers your..." He didn't finish. Couldn't.

You, of course, grinned. "So, what you're saying is I should wear it more often?"

He turned his head toward you. "You say that like I haven't been hoping you would steal it permanently."

That earned him a kiss. A quick one. Sweet. Just a brush of your lips against his. But it sparked something between you, that familiar energy, electric and warm, as you climbed over him to straddle his waist.

"Babe," he murmured, eyes wide and hands already on your thighs, "I swear to God, if you start anything right now, I might actually short-circuit. Like...dangerously."

You leaned down, nose brushing his. "Are you saying I can break you with just a hoodie?"

"I'm saying I'm hanging on by a thread."

Your hips shifted slightly, just enough to make him groan and squeeze your thighs. His hands were everywhere and nowhere, unsure whether to pull you closer or worship from a distance. And then, just because you could, you pulled the hoodie up slightly, revealing the hem of your underwear, the bare curve of your hip.

That was it.

His brain fried.

"Bzzzt...oh sh..." His hands spasmed slightly, sparks dancing between his fingertips. His eyes flickered, and he let out a laugh of disbelief as he covered his face. "I'm short-circuiting. It's happening. I warned you. This is on you."

You couldn't help but laugh, full and warm, and his hands dropped just to watch you glow like that. Even half-fried and flustered, Denki reached for you again, tugging you down until your head was tucked against his chest. His heart racing madly.

Because Kaminari didn't just want you when things were charged and chaotic. He wanted this, too. The quiet. The safety. The way your fingers gently brushed through his hair as he steadied his breathing, sparks gone now, just warmth left.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Then another to the crown of your head. "You're my favourite everything," he whispered.

You looked up. "Even when I fry your circuits?"

"Especially when you fry my circuits."

You settled into him again, tangled limbs and soft sighs, the two of you wrapped in the comfort of being fully known and still completely wanted. And as your breathing evened out, Denki smiled to himself, tracing lazy patterns along your back. Just you. In his arms. In his hoodie.

His favourite person, being his favourite everything.