BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

Dreams Aren't Enough // KamiShin

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Content warning: NSFW content, public affection
Word count: 1057
Request by; devilnacurri
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It had started with that unusually tight hold in bed.

His arms constricted him to a point where boa constrictors appeared in his dreams. He woke up in a sweat, feeling Shinso's morning wood nuzzled against his bottom half.

Every step he took felt as though it earned a heavy gaze from him. He only left the bed when Kaminari did. His touches lingered.

When they sat down in the common area, Kaminari experienced a fantasy of his in the worst chosen time.

His boyfriend of three weeks slips a hand on his thigh, which was not too out of the ordinary. He had done the same to him just yesterday, driving the impression of it being simple revenge from the other. With two others sitting in the room, he had confidence that Shinsou would not escalate to much else other than simple touches or cuddling. Having him nuzzle his face against his neck and lick and bite at the skin had blown him beyond expectations. With a flaming face, he witnessed his friends leaving the room carrying loads of complaints of discomfort towards them

"Hitoshi– it's your first week here, and you're already making us look weird in front of the others," he had stressed, but the other had not shown a single ounce of care towards it.

Seeing that his behavior had not improved throughout the day led to Kaminari bringing him up to his room. For conversational purposes, of course.

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"Where are we going?" Inquires Shinso, stumbling on his steps as his wrist is used as a leash. Kaminari's stern gaze is set ahead, furrowed brows never wavering as he mutters "up to my room.".

For the first time today, Shinso shows something more other than sluggishness and mild nonchalance. "Your room, huh?"

"We gotta talk," the other yaps back. "I don't know what got you acting like this– in public, nonetheless– and it's not okay,"

"Uhuh."

He sighs, rolling his eyes obnoxiously at how little care his tone showed. Seeing Kirishima on their way further escalates his emotional state. The dragging of his boyfriend, the lazy eyes Shinso owns, the heated face Kaminari sports, it all drives what Kaminari insists to him is the wrong impression.

"Look man, I really don't care what you two are up to as long as you're, y'know," and he takes a pause to swallow down awkwardness. "Safe," he adds on.

"Oh my God- no, it's nothing like that!"
"Denki, are you gonna make me wait any longer?"

Kirishima's face might as well have blended in with his hair at the comment. He refused to stick around to hear Kaminari's desperate attempt at undoing what Shinso had painted, and upon further thought, Kaminari knows that if the same thing had happened to him, he would have reacted the same way.

At this point, Shinso becomes the leader of the leash and pulls Kaminari towards his room.

His lips stretch into a wild grin as Kaminari walks just far enough into the room to be pushed against the nearest wall, and he does so with a frisky chuckle.

His pout is the cutest, seeming as if how his cheeks puff out with his frown are the cause of how red they have become. Shinso, internally, has always wondered if Kaminari would be willing to be his brat.

His breathing, already dysregulated from the getgo, escalates into heavy pants beneath such a lustful gaze.

"Now you want it, huh?" Shinso purrs, and the annoyance within Kaminari is reignited. "I'm starting to love being looked at that way, mister..." he groans out. His hand is possessively heated as it lands on his neck– but not nearly as heated as the tongue that laps against his neck.

"Nn- Not-... not cool," he sighs out, his head banging on the wall behind him as it weightlessly drops back. His body stretches in sync with the hands that run up his waist beneath his shirt and a soft groan is huffed out. "Kiri-... ahn.. Kirishima... was right there, that comment was... huff... so un-... unnecessary..."

"Don't give a crap," he gruffly pushes out through a low growl. "Is it so wrong..." he begins, grabbing the blond's jaw with a snappy hand. His eyes shoot flaming daggers as they pin Kaminari's gaze in the only right place: him. "Is it so wrong... for a guy to want his boyfriend?"

"When it's in front of their friends, yes!"
"That's not the right answer," he grumbles, squeezing his jaw tighter. Kaminari squirms under his grip once a leg presses between his own.

His eyes meet up with his eyes, now dripping twice as much with need.

"You could've just asked," he shakily breathes out, "you know I would've said yeah,"

"It's funner when you freak out about it."
"Just admit that you have a humiliation kink, you–"

His words are swallowed, just as his lips are by a deep kiss. Nonetheless, his lips fall open to a breathless moan once a curious hand falls to his crotch.

"Why..." he exhales. "This-.. Mmh... this is sudden, that's–.. That's all..."
"Had a dream... a real good one," he whispers, his glossy lips scratching the lobe of his ear. "You made me feel so great in it, that I wanna experience it again... with the real you. And the real me."

He moved swiftly along when Kaminari showed clear signs of playing along.

The term "fun" has never gotten this much content in their experiences, until now. How Kaminari was allowed to simply lay on the bed and be treated heightened his enjoyment... and being called Shinso's "pretty little pillow princess" shamelessly made his legs open wider.

Two hours drove by through their relentless experimentations of one another's boundaries and pleasures. With another hour of aftercare later, the two sunk into a cuddle-filled nap. Days like these always fill Shinso's pride bucket to the brim– having somebody like Kaminari has always been a gem of his to appreciate. Just as he spoils him, Kaminari spoils him without any real effort. He lets him get away with so much... though, upon bringing it up with him, Kaminari had claimed that in the process of letting him get away with things, he "has a blast with him too".

At the end of the day, he's accidentally found his perfect match.

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Any notes I have;

I hope this was enough!!- Your second part of your requests is in the works! :D
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