Thread by @KeiStrawberry1

Cock hungry Hitoshi gets romanced- A.K.A baby's first twitter thread attempt featuring #shinkami .
TW's: extremely brief mention of squirting.
Contains: Bottom Hitoshi and big dick Denki.

Hitoshi who swore he was a top, who swore he didn't like getting dominated, starts questioning things the day he sees Denki in the showers for the first time after switching classes.

Denki is, well, chaotic and a delight, but Hitoshi didn't really peg him for the kind of guy who swung around a great sword. Hitoshi didn't usually think about what weapons people were hiding, but he'd prematurely assumed Denki was the dagger type and not...

Packing almost 8 inches.

Not that the size of the cock decides the roles, but it definitely makes him curious.
Could he take it if they potentially hooked up?

Hitoshi would almost give himself bragging rights if he did, which almost cancels out the inferiority complex he has about getting dominated (in basically anything).

So he stares. And he stares. And he compares the sizes in his head to his own fingers and concludes through some shoddy math that-

"it would be twice the size of what I can do now with preparation".

Denki notices the stare of course. Of course he does. He's hyper aware of his crush's whereabouts and glances.
So, tracing Hitoshi's line of sight he quickly makes out that Hitoshi is ogling his dick.

He even tries to angle himself away to see if Hitoshi's gaze follows and the dude cranes his neck to get a better view, easily rousing some laughs from Denki. The others wonder what he's laughing about now, and he dismisses them with a hand flick and starts pulling on his boxers.

"Nothing, nothing, just thought about how dumb Bakugo looked when he ate gravel earlier today" which earns him a smack to the back of the head.

As the glorious weapon is sheathed once more, Hitoshi snaps out of it and realizes with horror that he's been staring for a minimum of two minutes. Luckily the other guys in the room are too busy being guys and fucking around smacking each other with towels.

Fast forwards, Hitoshi thinks about Denki's dick almost every time there's room for him to think, and even when there isn't. So practice with Eraserhead goes awry when instead of dodging one of Aizawa's punches, Hitoshi thinks about how he'd even let Denki top him. Missionary?-

Or should Hitoshi do the work and be proud he rode the bull and had complete control?

The question remains unanswered because Hitoshi eats fist so badly that for once Aizawa legitimately gets worried and wonders if he should pull his punches.

They have a chat afterwards.

Aizawa glares at him. "What's bothering you. You're not on top of your game."

Hitoshi, thinking to himself that "topping" apparently isn't his only game anymore, shrugs. "It's just feelings and stuff"

Aizawa almost cringes visibly, Hitoshi gathers, because he knows that the thousand-yard stare has certain meanings sometimes based on the furrows of the man's eyebrows. There's also a hint of "please don't ask me for relationship advice" hidden in there.

Aizawa concludes that Hitoshi needs to speak to the equivalent of a therapist because a "case of feelings" must be quite serious if it's Hitoshi, so he sends Hitoshi to the infirmary for a mortifyingly embarrassing talk with Recovery Girl about using protection and consent.

Hitoshi faceplants into his bed later that day.
He's been roasted non-verbally by two adults now all because he's been hung up about Denki's dick. He needs to get his mind off of it, but he can't.

The heft of it keeps popping back into his mind and then that cocky smile of Denki's flashes before him too, and suddenly humping the soft pillows in frustration seems completely justified. So that's what he does, all while too fucking stubborn to finger himself-

so it takes long, and it's not at all satisfying.

Hitoshi wishes he was smoother about certain things, but 18-ish years of borderline antisocial behavior paves a rocky path to flirting.

On the second week mark of the obsession with Denki's dick (sneaking glances at his crotch in class, taking extra long in the showers just to see him undress, etc) Hitoshi's patience runs thin and he wall slams Denki during practice.

It is both a shock to Denki, and then not.
He puts his hands up in attempt to be placating and smiles brightly, though nervously.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to almost t-bag you, I swear I just lost my footing," and the genuine concern that he went too far is audible.

Ok so maybe Denki wasn't as dense as some people thought. He'd been giving Hitoshi all the time and opportunities needed to stare this entire time, and decided to take it a step further by unskillfully doing a move some people called "the crotch choker" A.K.A wrapping his thighs

Yeah, no. Hitoshi wall slammed him afterwards so maybe it wasn't the best idea.

Or...?

Hitoshi pulls Denki in by the collar of his wrangled jacket and seethes.
"Let. Me. Ride. You."

Flirting? Hitoshi doesn't know her.

Denki splutters from the directness. He DID want to see how long it would take before Hitoshi made a move, but come on, at least show the knife before going for the kill.

Denki tilts his head away and towards Hitoshi's hand and grins before pressing his cheek against it, which-

Hitoshi briefly flinches at, heat spreading to his cheeks. Although embarrassed, Denki does have a slight upper hand in the art of flirting (he has concluded all by himself).

"Aw it wouldn't be kind of me to take you on your first rodeo and not show you the ropes first," Denki reasons. He moves Hitoshi's hand away so that he's not crumpling his jacket anymore, and Hitoshi watches intensely yet allows him to move his hand.

It's a scant moment, but Denki surveys the area and then his gaze flicks back to Hitoshi.

"Let's say Friday? Be ready to go at six?"

Hitoshi takes a whole ten seconds to realize that an arrangement is being made.

"Oh...six? Okay. And then we?"

"We start with the basics," Denki completes for him.

The moment ends abruptly when Aizawa tells the students to get moving or he'll personally deliver them to Recovery Girl after beating them to mush.

So they scramble.

Turns out that the "basics" Hitoshi expected were a whole three tiers away from the basics Denki intended to show him.

They start with handholding while at the cinema.

Hitoshi sits there mortified. He's never felt this bare before, so vulnerable, as if Denki's surprisingly strong fingers tracing hearts in his palm are going to dig under his skin and rip his veins out.
That's certainly why his heart keeps beating so fast. Certainly nothing else

Hitoshi concludes that maybe it's some sort of advanced form of fingering. Maybe Denki is playing the long game. A game Hitoshi isn't entirely sure how works, so he doesn't question it and begrudgingly watches the movie about a dumbass falling for another dumbass.

Then, Denki steps it up after the movie. He wraps his arm around Hitoshi's waist and holds him close as they walk into a botanical garden. Fresh scents of thyme, lemongrass, and cloves waft by with the occasional breeze. Denki wore a jacket, while Hitoshi didn't really prepare-

for outdoor activities, so he envies the blond's extra layer. Denki notices, and although he's a size smaller than Hitoshi he offers up his jacket.
"I run warm anyway. And you look good in my stuff." Denki reasons.

Dressed loosely in Denki's jacket, with Denki's arm wrapped around his waist and his warm body at his side, it's pretty....comfortable. Hitoshi was expecting something else, but it's still pretty neat. His cheeks hurt from trying to hide his smile. This absolutely can't go on.

"So when do I ride you."

Denki splutters.

"Man let me romance you before I ruin you at least," Denki chortles.

Oh.
Ruin him?

Hitoshi runs hot at the mere implication. He's been getting so pent up over frustratingly unsatisfying orgasms lately that getting wrecked sounds like an irresistible taboo.

"You know, taking a big cock takes practice. And you were pretty adamant you were a top last time we played truth or dare, so I bet you haven't even tried regular cock before."

Hitoshi doesn't reply but the silence speaks for him.

"See!" Denki giggles

"Okay so I really like you, and I don't want to hurt you. Getting you all relaxed is part of it, and I can't make you relax of you're all flinch-y at the tiniest touch" Hitoshi's mouth snaps shut.
Yeah that makes sense. He looks at Denki as if he's some wise sagely wizard and

Denki scoffs.
"I'm not entirely stupid. Dumb, maybe, but not stupid"

"Those are synonyms"

"STILL"

Denki clasps their hands together as if to make a point, and the action lights heat that spreads from Hitoshi's hands to his face, perhaps driving the point home even further.

Hitoshi isn't used to intimacy. He's not used to romance, and he's certainly not used to casual sex things because honestly few 18-year-olds are.

"It's not just sex... I want you to have a good time," Denki says, sincerely, searching Hitoshi's eyes.

"Just cause I've seen you staring at my cock for the past two weeks doesn't mean I just want to take advantage of that. I want to take you out on dates, hold hands, cuddle, do dumb shit-"

It dawns upon Hitoshi that this is a date.

Denki tilts his head up and kisses Hitoshi's cheek while he stands there in his stupor, and the kiss feels soft and warm, and Hitoshi reaches up to rub the spot, feeling somewhat ticklish from it. Butterflies bloom in his stomach.

"You could have said it was a date..."

"I thought it was obvious I would take you out first before fucking your brains out"

"Well, we'll see about that,"

"You doubt me, Darling?" Denki plays with the collar of Hitoshi's shirt, leaning up and batting his eyelashes at him.

"... Somewhat more for every second."

The reply makes the blond laugh, loudly, and Hitoshi can't help but feel proud.

"Alright first of that's rude. Secondly, I think you will beg to differ one day," Denki says, then before Hitoshi can retort, he pulls Hitoshi along into the garden and invites him to a chase...

by tossing an entire bundle of grass in his face.

The manic laughs of fear and joy are of little significance to the lone owl perched on a branch.

Fast forwards a couple of dates and Hitoshi has grown used to the touches and the intimacy. He even yearns for it whenever he can't feel Denki nearby, and his mind fills with the sound of his laugh, the sight of his smile and the scent of his skin.

It's oddly sweet, "like ozone" Denki has described it, part of his quirk. On days where the blond really unleashes high voltages near lightning levels it's more intense. Although sniffing people certainly isn't socially acceptable, Hitoshi does that on more than one occasion.

Denki seems to like it.

Hitoshi's hunger hasn't diminished either.
Though their classmates are accepting and almost unsurprised by their now frequent dates, they do tell them to get a room whenever Hitoshi gawks at Denki at close proximity in the lockers.

Hitoshi catches himself salivating one day. It's not his fault ok. He tried fingering himself under Denki's instructions and it was almost enough to knock him out.
And then.

"Babe, wanna come over this weekend?" Denki asks before class, sitting on Hitoshi's desk.

"To my place I mean. It's a long weekend and I got the house all to myself."
It sounds tempting. Perfect even.

Aizawa glares from the distance, reminding Hitoshi of the importance of paying attention to lectures.

"I got practice Friday, but what about Saturday?" Hitoshi asks.

Denki smiles softly with a hint of playfulness. "I'll get us all the necessary stuff. Snacks, movies...condoms"

Hitoshi's attention goes spiraling.

He's reduced to dwindling his thumbs in a sort of excited nervousness throughout the entire lecture about "planetary effects on certain quirks".
The only thing Hitoshi remembers from the lecture is how Denki mumbled "well Uranus really has an effect on me".

He arrives at Denki's surprisingly humble home (maybe all the clutter in Denki's dorm room gave the impression that he had too much money to spend on useless shit and was therefore from a rich household) overly prepared.

Denki told him he would take care of things, but that didn't stop Hitoshi from spending a long night googling the ways of everything.

Denki takes note of the two stuffed full duffle bags and hoists one inside, helping Hitoshi inside, and they briefly share a laugh about it.

"Dude you packed pool noodles?"

Hitoshi rubs his neck. "Well google said that-'
Denki shushes him.

"I'm going to stop you right there. Okay we are not going to be using pool noodles." As he says that, he pulls up a pair of handcuffs Hitoshi most definitely nicked from Aizawa.

".... You know actually these could be useful, but not quite yet" Denki mumbles.

Hitoshi wonders how they're going to do things and stands around like a useless idiot while Denki walks around with purpose, getting things set up in his bedroom.

Hitoshi can see that the clutter has been strategically hidden for the night, giving it a pretense tidiness. He appreciates that.

There's also a towel on the bed, one on the floor, there's an assortment of condoms in the bowl on the bedside table-

"please don't be glow in the dark condoms" and a lineup of dildos in gradually larger sizes and shapes.
While that's not exactly romantic, Hitoshi appreciates that weird attention to detail too.

There's also candles lit, and the lights are dimmed. He swallows nervously.

"I can hear your nerves from over here" Denki chuckles.
He pats the bed, and Hitoshi mindlessly sits down next to him.

"Okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I'm not... always a hardass."

"And that's okay babe," Denki reassures him.

"I don't expect you to be. Actually it kinda relieves me. It's nice to know I'm not the only nervous one," Denki continues.

"You're nervous?" Hitoshi asks, giving Denki a quick look-over, noting his soft smile and his lidded eyes.

"Sure I am. It's natural to be

nervous about your first time with your crush," Denki says and takes his hands.

Hitoshi's breath catches in his chest, his fingers fumble with Denki's, but they soon find familiar paths to trace.

"If it helps, you can always say no too. Or pause!. No pressure. I got games and everything," Denki informs gleefully. He then pokes Hitoshi's chest, wiggling his finger, and Hitoshi falls into a Familiar stern mannerism that does nothing to deter Denki-

until Denki finds his weak spots between the ribs and he can't hide the rasp of laughter anymore.

It's the teasing that does it.
The tickling and slight rough-housing that evolves into more daring touches and intimate positions rids him of the nerves. It's familiar, comforting

Then Denki is on top of him, Hitoshi's own hands pinned over his head with one of Denki's grasping around his wrists, his heaving chest exposed as his shirt has ridden up. The nerves are gone and instead Hitoshi watches in anticipation as Denki uses his free hand to trace the

dips and curves of muscle. The touch is feather light and too much at the same time, and Hitoshi's back instinctually arches.
The sight of Denki's pants sliding down to expose the delicate v-lines of his hips doesn't help. It makes him eager, restless. Impatient.

Denki sees that and he generously strips Hitoshi of his pants, then shirt, trailing kisses up his chest to his jaw and lips. Hitoshi follows him into the kiss, and they share a moment of hot breaths and kisses as Denki undresses too.

Once naked, they explore freely, and it takes several minutes before Denki returns to the main mission.

Get Hitoshi fucked out of his mind

Hitoshi watches with subdued eagerness as Denki parts his legs, eyes on him and nothing else. Not even Hitoshi's dick, which perks up rather eagerly for every touch. It makes him feel less self-conscious. He's not small, he’s on the kinder side of average, but up against Denki's

Hitoshi's eyes trail south, and he bites his bottom lip, his fingers curling stiffly into the soft satin sheets underneath himself.

Denki has the audacity to chuckle as he trails fingers up and then down the insides of Hitoshi's thighs, that soft smile still there, easing any

nerves threatening to build up inside Hitoshi.

He's grateful they're both naked, because Denki's cock bobs heavily next to his own, flush pink and so, so irresistible.
The cap of the lube bottle gets popped open, and Hitoshi watches as Denki warms the clear liquid between his

fingers. How considerate.

Denki's fingers then press gently against his taint, and glide down, over and around his hole, slicking him up and drawing shuddery gasps from him.

Hitoshi resigns himself to covering his face with an arm, cheeks burning. His chest rises in erratic breaths as Denki teases his rim.

"Not too strange?" Denki asks.

"No, it's..." Teasing, soothing, infuriating. Many words come to mind. "Good."

Denki pushes in when Hitoshi takes a steadying breath, and his fingers (two) push inside to the second digit, curling upwards against the bundle of nerves Hitoshi never seems to be able to find himself , earning him a startled moan.

"Oh-!"

Oh. His cock twitches hard and the blunt pleasure makes something in the back of his mind short-circuit - and that's Denki's specialty.

"I got you" Denki assures him, softening the brush of his fingers slightly as Hitoshi's thighs quiver around his arm. (When did he even clamp

down on it?)

Yeah that's the problem isn't it. Denki has him ready to bust less than three thrusts of his fingers in.
His cock twitches with need, and then Denki decides to be evil and wraps his free hand around it while fingering him like some sexpert.

One stroke-

Two-
Denki's palm is all slicked up and warm and his cock throbs with pleasure.

"Fuck-fuckfuck" the curses flood out of him like soft whispers and Hitoshi can barely see Denki's bastardly grin before the lights go out in his head and something wrecks through him.

He's not proud, but none the less satisfied. Still, the silent moan that slips him is him begging for more to fill him and that surprises him.

The cum that pools against his stomach gets wiped away before he can feel sticky with it, and Denki smiles at him.

"You sure you want to go immediately?"

"Fuck me or fuck off," Hitoshi bites out, almost ready to strangle Denki if he doesn't put that thing in him already. All in good nature of course.

"Oh that impatient are you?" Denki teases and punctuates his question with more purposeful thrusts of his fingers, quickly knocking the fight out of him.

"Fuck- Yeah. I guess -"

"You guess?" Denki asks in a way that sends shivers down his spine and coils heat in his stomach.

"You just guess you want my big cock to stretch you open... don't need it?" A third and fourth finger gets added easily, splitting him open in all the right ways, and Hitoshi groans yearningly.

Hitoshi can't get the witty curses forwards. Why does that turn him on as much as it does? Why is his dick already twitching with need again? It's the fastest refractory period Hitoshi has ever had, and that humbles him.

"Ok fuck, I need it. Give"
He's downright desperate.

Perhaps Denki is amused by how awful Hitoshi is at begging, because he does laugh at it, though not out of malice. It's more akin to mirth, and then Denki slips his fingers out of him.

"I'll give it to you," he says, giving Hitoshi time to watch and prepare himself mentally as

Denki rolls a condom on and lines himself up. The dildos are long forgotten.

The push of the cockhead against Hitoshi's hole draws soft whimpers from his lips, and he reaches for something to hold onto, which ends up being Denki's wrist as the blond reaches to cup his cheek.

He demands Hitoshi's attention without asking, and Hitoshi gives it to him without question. They both shudder as Denki snaps his hips forwards steadily. Yet Hitoshi can now feel the way Denki's thighs quiver against his own, so he must be showing restraint.

Again, Hitoshi is unable to say something more intelligent than "fuckfuck-fuuuck.."

Denki grinds his hips further once buried to the hilt, drawing an obscene moan out of Hitoshi who
fucking finally feels sated and full and ready to goddamn come again.

Though before he can demand it this time, Denki pulls out and thrusts back in, rolling his hips to set a slow yet strong pace. His toned muscles tense and relax with controlled movements, (fuck Hitoshi knows Denki didn't just brag about his lower body control for no reason now)

it quickly works Hitoshi up the fucking ladder and way over the edge so fast it's unfair.
"Fuck...Nnh please, please -" he doesn't even know what he's begging for now. Maybe for Denki to treat him like he's not fragile?

As if fucking psychic, Denki steps up the pace. He grips Hitoshi's waist with both hands, grip tight, and Hitoshi instinctually hooks his legs behind him. The blond's breaths are heavy, though his mind is still in it. Denki tells him dirty obscene things he wants to do to Hitoshi

until Hitoshi himself loses track of the weird babbles coming from his own mouth.

He comes untouched while getting rammed, only assisted with some sort of static that vibrates up his dick, a neat little trick Denki has conjured up with his quirk.

He's pretty sure he's thanking Denki for something when he comes, too. But it's hard to tell when consciousness slips.

“Thank you for giving me such a hard orgasm I blacked out”-is what he thinks when he realizes that, yes, he did indeed black out.

"No need to thank me...had fun?" Denki asks, genuinely curious, and Hitoshi realizes he might have said it out loud. Furthermore, Denki is still inside him, but he doesn't seem to have moved much after...-
Hitoshi glances down.

He's wet. Oh. He squirted.

"Didn't know you could do that," Denki whistles.

"Me neither," Hitoshi admits, almost embarrassed but too fucked out to care.

There's a pause as Hitoshi feels warm hands and a towel clean him up.
"Did you come?" He asks, voice completely wrecked.

Denki's cock twitches inside him, telling a tale of its own.

"I kinda stopped once your eyes rolled back. Which was super-hot by the way- but I didn't want you to feel empty either so I stayed inside."

It's an odd form of consideration that just makes Hitoshi feel even warmer

and fuzzy inside.

"Fuck me again," he suggests. Though it sounds like a demand.

Denki quirks an eyebrow at him, smirking. "Damn, addicted already?"

"Shut up or I'll brainwash you into it," he retorts teasingly.

So they go at it.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Once they're cuddled up on the sofa downstairs after Hitoshi finally rode Denki dumb, they're too sleepy to actually move to the bedroom. The toys even got a run for their money (one vibrator ran out of power).

Hitoshi stays awake just a bit longer than Denki, contemplating his own absolutely cock depraved behavior and Denki's acceptance of it. It takes a while, but he soon realizes as Denki drools on him that Denki is the man he wants to be with forever.

He stares at the blond who is wrapped up in his arms, and for the first time, Hitoshi inches closer to leave a kiss on his cheek.

And that's the end folks. Hope you had fun reading!!