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bee-saucee · 11 months ago

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The Office Party | ShinKami Christmas Oneshot

pairing: ShinKami

summary: Shinsou decides to come to the office Christmas party for Kaminari and they find some time alone to address their feelings.

word count: 1,464

warnings: drinking

a/n: Happy Holidays, everyone! I wasn't planning on writing anything for Christmas but I decided today that I wanted to so here we are! I hope you enjoy <3

Shinsou doesn’t know why he came. He looks stupid with this yule log he’s spent far too long working on for some (there is a very specific) reason entering a party that has been going on long enough for it to be weird to come in late. It’s crowded and stuffy with his usually uptight coworkers rocking ugly Christmas sweaters talking too loud with boozy breath.

“Shinsou!” Denki shouts from the center of a horde in the middle of the room.

It didn’t matter when it was or who he was with, Kaminari was always at the center of everyone’s attention. Shinsou liked to think that he thought of Kaminari more than everyone else and in a more meaningful way but there was no way in hell he was the only one in the office with a crush on the embodiment of sunshine. In an instant, Kaminari is picking a cookie off of Kirishima’s plate, leaving him deflated with the rest of the abandoned group that looks completely lost in Denki’s absence.

“For you,” Denki says, holding out a misshapen gingerbread cookie.

“Sure it’s not for Kirishima?”

“Not anymore!”

Something as brash as stealing a friend's cookie would usually get on Shinsou’s nerves. But on Kaminari it was cute. He was cute in his maroon turtleneck and light-up ornament earrings. The red hues illuminated his face and brought out the slight flush on his cheeks. He must’ve been drinking but Shinsou would let himself think it was because of his presence.

“Oh dude! You brought the log!” Kaminari shouts. He leans down and looks at the yule log that left Shinsou with flour in places it should never be and sore feet like it was the 8th wonder of the world. “I’ve never had one before.”

“‘S why I made it.”

The moment comes racing back to Shinsou in fine detail from how many times he’s run it through his mind. The way that Kaminari glowed in the light of the setting sun as they walked out of the office. The look of absolute confusion that warped his soft features into sharp and jagged lines as he interrogated Shinsou about ‘how the hoot do you make cake look like wood and why would you want to do that?’ The way that Kaminari leaned a little closer than necessary into Shinsou’s space on the train ride home and nudged his shoulder in goodbye after.

“You made me cake that looks like a log and you came to a party when you’re Hitoshi ‘I don’t like parties’ Shinsou? You’re making me feel like a little princess today, man.”

Shinsou simply shrugs and shifts on his feet. He wants to preen at the attention and acknowledgment that yes, he very intently listens to Kaminari but does his best to only minimally show it.

“Would you, uh, like to try some?”

Shinsou was really failing the challenge he set for himself to use his brain for once around Kaminari for anything besides fuck his smile is so beautiful.

“Would I?! Hell yeah, man. Here, lemme get you some mulled cider while we’re at it. I like mine so mulled you kinda cough so sorry but you seem like the type to be into that,” Kaminari says with a wink.

Shinsou isn’t even sure what that means but he feels like it’s flirty so he’d gladly take it and more. Kaminari turns and gets him a cup while he carefully cuts Kaminari a slice.

“I’m really happy you decided to come,” Kaminari says softly.

“Well I’m really happy I came.”

Kaminari snorts and whips around to face Shinsou, his drink sloshing up against the sides. “You did what Shinsou?!”

“Never mind. Not happy I came anymore.”

Kaminari bugs his eyes out and drops his jaw. “You’re not happy you did what?!”

“Do you become even more ridiculous when you have all that extra mulled cider in you?”

“Only a little. I didn’t wanna get too drunk in case you came.”

And that, wow. That…had to mean something.

“Can I try?” Kaminari asks, pointing to the slice of cake that had been sitting dumbly in Shinsou’s hand.

“Yeah, sure. We could, uh. Well we could,” Why was it so difficult to say? He’d thought through everything that he was going to say to Kaminari to move this whole thing forward past lunches at the office and quiet laughter shared on train rides home. “Would you like to eat it outside on the front steps? I know it’s cold but it’s also quite hot in here so…”

He felt so unbelievably stupid like some teenage boy asking out his crush to prom. But the way Kaminari lights up and almost drops his drink makes it all worth it.

“Yeah! I mean,” Kaminari clears his throat. “That would be cool, sure. My coat’s by the door so we can grab it on the way out.”

Shinsou ducks his chin into the scarf he still wore to hide the dopey grin spreading across his face. Kaminari was cute. He was unbelievably and undeniably cute.

Getting out to the front steps of the office seems to pass by in a whirlwind despite all of the stopping Kaminari has to do as people ask about where he’s going. Kaminari should be staying in and chatting it up with their much more interesting colleagues but Kaminari remains by his side slowly inching closer and closer to the door.

“Bah, it’s not even that cold out,” Kaminari says as they finally push open the heavy glass doors. “Sometimes I thank global warming in a totally selfish way, you know.”

“I’ve certainly done the same myself.”

It was far warmer than it should be but it was still chilly enough for Kaminari’s nose to begin to tinge red. He wanted to lean in and tuck Kaminari into his coat to share his warmth more than anything but they hadn’t crossed that line. At least not yet.

“Oh, your food,” Shinsou says.

He couldn’t forget the entire reason behind his excuse to get Kaminari alone. They swap drink for cake in an awkward fumble that leaves their hands brushing more frequently than necessary.

“We can try them at the same time,” Shinsou offers.

“That’s cute. Sure.” Kaminari holds out the piece of cake pierced on his fork. “Cheers?”

“Cheers.”

He isn’t sure whether the warmth that surges through his body is from the cider or the way that Kaminari keeps his eyes tracked on Shinsou as he takes his first bite but it was welcome. Even though it was just the two of them out on the cold concrete steps outside of their office, it felt good to get out and be around people no matter how much he hated parties. Thoughts of future parties with Kaminari by his side where he was also right in the middle of the action come swirling through his mind.

“‘As eally uckeng ood,” Kaminari gushes around his mouthful of cake.

“And the mulled cider is, in fact, very mulled. I get what you mean about it making you want to cough in a good way.”

“A man after my heart.”

“Yeah.”

“Shinsou?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you come?”

There’s weight behind the words. Kaminari’s regular jovial spirit lingers but there is a hesitancy behind it all he’s not used to seeing on his coworker.

He stops in the middle of taking another sip. “Because you asked?”

It feels like the wrong answer and he knows it is when Kaminari’s shoulders rise a bit.

“I mean, was there another reason? I know I like, okay ulterior motive sounds really sleazy but I had a not so sleazy ulterior motive…or maybe it is kinda sleazy? I dunno. Depends on why you said yes? But I had an ulterior motive.”

Shinsou swirls the cider around in his cup for a moment in thought. This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for when this dance they’d been doing around their feelings could end.

“I came because I like you. So maybe I’m the sleazy one here.”

“Does being mutually sleazy with ulterior motives mean that the sleaziness cancels out and we’re just two guys crushing on one another trying to have someone special to spend Christmas with?” Kaminari asks.

“I’d say so, yeah.”

This whole moment didn’t feel real. He’d almost expected something more grandiose. But the casualness of it all didn’t mean that his heart wasn’t hammering in his chest.

“Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” Shinsou asks.

“Yeah,” Kamianri leans over so his head is resting on Shinsou’s shoulder. “I would. As long as I can take some leftovers of that yule log.”

“You can have the whole thing if you want.”

“Damn, I love Christmas,” Kaminari sighs.

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heyy idk if this is where we put requests but by any chance could you do the mha boys reacting to you putting on the pheromone perfume and you smelling hella good possibly resulting in something freaky ( denki, shinsou or bakugo) or anyone is fine🙏🏾

⋆⋅ I love this idea! I did twist this a bit, it’s basically the love potion “amortentia,” from Harry Potter but as a perfume. Why the fuck it’s so hard for me to shorten things down when I write, I have no damn idea. So here, have this. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

All characters aged up/18+. ❲ ̽ ⋆ FEM READER ̽ ⋆❳

⋆⋅ Between the ⋆｡ﾟ ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ symbols are memories of reader and whichever character!

Thank you @pastelbakugou for helping me figure what to write for Shinsou. ( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶)

⋆ ft. kaminari, shinsou, bakugou, todoroki ⋆

..⃗. master list link

The sickly sweet scent of vanilla ice cream infused with honey is what overwhelms Katsuki’s senses first when he leans in and hugs you in greeting. You squeeze him back just as affectionately and he’s in the middle of nosing at your throat when he’s hurtled back in time through his memories.

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“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Katsuki mutters hotly. He’s trying, key word trying, to wipe the sweat covering his phone screen onto his tank top but it fails miserably, seeing as how his shirt is soaked fucking through. He’s more or less just smearing it around and he’s debating on just obliterating the useless piece of shit phone.

He curses whoever the fuck is up there and uses sheer willpower not to tear his hair out from the roots because of this scorching heat wave.

Finally, he’s able to read his latest message from you. It tells him to meet you at the ice cream stand nearby his patrol route on his next break.

Katsuki wipes the back of his forehead with a glove free hand, but it slides right across his sticky skin and then sweat drips into his other eye with a harsh sting and goddammit, he’s royally fucking pissed off now.

For your sake, he swallows his swelling rage and makes his way to you swiftly. The two of you have tried to make it a habit to meet a couple times a week when Katsuki has time during his shifts, he gets so busy that sometimes it gets hard to see each other as often as you’d like.

As always, his heart stutters when he lands a few feet from you. The tension drains from his shoulders even as he witnesses drops of sweat being flung off his jaw from the impact of landing and coloring the light gray pavement darker.

You look so, so pretty in your sundress and Katsuki’s stomach swoops when a sweet smile lights up your features. You reach out a cup of ice cream for him to try, teasing him for looking like he’s just taken a shower but he sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and takes a bite of the treat. Katsuki practically moans when cool cream melts on his tongue. He feels infinitely better.

The sun beats down harshly on you both, but it brightens your eyes and the playful way you blow a coy kiss at him when you part ways leaves him with fingers crunching the empty cup and pants that fit a bit too snug. God, he’s disgustingly in love with you.

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“Kat?” Your concerned tone brings him back to the present. Katsuki can’t stand another minute with your clothes on and hauls you up with a rough grip to the backs of your thighs. You yelp in surprise and scramble to hold onto his shoulders as he strides towards your bedroom.

“I don’t know what the hell you did to smell this way, but you’re gonna keep your eyes on me and I’m fuckin’ you until you pass out. Understood?”

How could you ever hope to say no?

When you’re both naked and tangled in the sheets, Katsuki pushes one of your legs to your chest, curls his fingers around your throat, and pushes his forehead against yours as he stretches your tight pussy out completely with his thick cock. He stays true to his word, hand gripping your jaw and forcing your eyes to stay locked with his own ferocious stare when you grit your teeth and cum.

Then he kisses your forehead afterwards when you’re fast asleep.

Muscle memory tilts Shouto’s head to the side as he leans closer to sniff you curiously, an adorable habit that he’s never been able to break when he wants answers to something.

“What is that?”

“What is what, Sho?”

“You smell like the end of a campfire. Why?”

You raise an eyebrow and saunter closer to where he sits at his desk, his office quiet with most heroes currently out of the building. You step around the corner of his desk and hop up on the edge to sit next him, feet kicking gently.

“That’s important to you? A campfire? Huh I would’ve thought you’d smell something like soba,” you comment with a shrug, half smile tugging at your lips.

Now Shouto’s thoroughly confused.

“I don’t understand. Why would you smell of soba? Are you alright?” Shouto sounds as deadpan as usual, if not slightly concerned. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, staring at you as if he could find the answer by checking out your body. It makes you laugh.

Animatedly, you explain to him about the new “perfume,” Mina let you try. Apparently, whoever wears it prompts the object of their affections to smell whatever scent is important/attractive to them. And suddenly Shouto gets it

“Oh, I see,” he says with an understanding nod. He can narrow it down specifically as to why you smell of a campfire on a cold night.

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“Sho, are you sure we can’t just use your quirk to roast these marshmallows? It’s so much faster!” You protest halfheartedly, but you’re already stabbing one of the fluffy sweets with a stick, assembling a second one for Shouto.

“No. This will be more fun, I promise. I watched Touya-nii and the others do this once, it seemed as if they were very happy afterwards.” Shouto flicks his hand and fire shoots towards the pile of sticks, engulfing them until a decent fire roars.

This sobers you considerably, and Shouto sits down next to you, accepting the offering of marshmallow on a stick happily and oblivious to the depressing sentiment he just offered.

So, you roast marshmallows. You tease each other and laugh as you assemble the s’mores and then lean into Shouto’s left side to fend off the chill of the autumn night afterwards. The stars are brighter away from the city and Shouto has always enjoyed the quiet of the countryside. His heart is close to bursting from his chest every time you laugh and he blurts what’s on his mind.

“I love you.”

It comes out of nowhere and Shouto only feels nervous for a few seconds before you return his feelings. Shouto’s dragging you into the tent before you can blink.

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In hindsight, at least to Shouto, he understands exactly why you smell like a campfire. With slightly rosy cheeks and a matter of fact tone, he recounts the memory for you and he’s sure his hair’s about to catch fire from the way you’re looking at him.

Without caring to lock the door, the two of you end up reliving part of that memory.

Shouto pushes you until you’re flat on your back on his desk, sliding your pants off and making sure your ass is on the edge of it. He drops to his knees and eats your pussy until your thighs squeeze his head.

And when you beg him to fuck you, he bends you over the desk and presses his cock inside you roughly. The snaps of his hips are frantic, and when there’s a knock at the door, all Shouto does is cover your mouth with one hand and keep going until you’re seeing stars.

“Denki!”

Said blonde whips around at the muffled call of his name. Denki feels his smile aching in the apples of his cheeks as he watches you weave through the crowd of people on the dance floor to get to him. You grin in return and wave warmly, which makes his pulse run overtime.

“Baby!” Denki almost squeals, yanking you in for a crushing hug when you get close enough. “You made it! I thought you got lost,” he says teasingly against your ear and you lean back to laugh and punch him in the arm. You crowd into his space once again so he can hear you but an overpowering and delicious scent of coffee and rain pushes up Denki’s nose.

He startles, head jerking back and brows shooting up. Your expression turns questioning but Denki cuts you off before you can speak.

“Holy shit baby, you smell super good. Like, fucking amazing! What are you wearing? It makes me want to rip your clothes off,” He says enthusiastically, tangling your hands together in the process.

“Oh! It’s this new perfume. Well, technically it’s not a perfume but honestly I didn’t think it would work! I assumed it was a scam.” You give him a run down of how it’s supposed to work and he suddenly comes to the realization of why you smell like coffee and rain of all things that could be important to him.

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“Oww,” Denki whines, sticking his tongue out and fanning it quickly.

“Did you burn your tongue?” You bump his shoulder playfully, taking care not to spill your own coffee. “I told you it would be hot, it’s a latte Denki,” you scold him good naturedly, trying not to laugh. He pouts at you, blowing into the lid in hopes to cool it off.

“Well I didn’t expect it to be the surface temperature of the sun!” Denki protests, gingerly taking another sip and humming in contentment when he finds it’s cooled off enough to be drinkable. You laugh again, but then Denki almost runs into your back when you stop abruptly in front of the glass door exit.

“It’s raining! Shit, I didn’t bring an umbrella. How are we supposed to make it back to the station?”

Denki studies the way it’s pouring cats and dogs, before making a noise of triumph and pointing to a bench under an awning not too far away.

“We can go wait for a bus over there!”

You side eye him. “Fine, but if I spill my coffee, you’re buying me a new one.”

The two of you take off, and in true Denki fashion, he trips and spills his coffee everywhere. By the time you both make it to the awning, you’re both soaked to the bone and breathless from laughing.

“Here,” you offer Denki your coffee with a grin, water dripping from the ends of your hair.

“You don’t have to share baby, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, yeah I do. I love you, Denki.”

Your boyfriend short circuits.

“Dammit Denki! Those were the only two lampposts on this street, now I can’t see anything!”

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Denki blinks the memory away and spins you, pulling your back flush to his chest. His body is a long, lean line of muscle as he moves your bodies to the beat and murmurs in your ear.

“Let me take you home and show you just how well this perfume works on me, my dick is hard as a fucking rock baby,” Denki giggles, squeezing your hips when you shove your ass back into his pelvis.

The two of you abandon your friends quick enough to race home, stripping carelessly in your living room until Denki can bend you over the armrest of the couch. He guides his cock inside you unhurriedly, pushing until his pelvis is nestled snug to your ass.

A breathy moan escapes him, and then he’s fucking your pussy as if he could never get enough.

He never will.

Hitoshi’s exhausted when he gets home from work late that night. Being an underground hero is rewarding, but it certainly comes with its downfalls.

He closes the front door delicately and toes off his shoes by the door. It doesn’t take long for him to make his way down the hall and into your bedroom, a tiny half smile worming its way into his expression despite his bone aching weariness when he spots you sound asleep in bed. He pauses to stare at you for a moment.

Hitoshi then showers as fast as humanly possible before crawling under the blankets and curling an arm around your waist, tugging you close until he can nose at the back of your neck. You sigh in your sleep and smuggle closer into his embrace.

Hitoshi trails his nose down the side of your neck and he freezes once he gets to your shoulder. You smell….good. Insanely fucking good, and he can’t quite pinpoint the specific scent but it’s soft and warm and maybe even a little musky. It sends warm blood rushing south and his cock twitches with interest.

He wracks his brain and the only thing he can associate with the scent is your cat, Kiko, when she was a kitten and you first brought her home.

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Hitoshi’s in the middle of playing a game when you return home that day, calling out for him to come to the living room for a second.

“Why?” He yells back. He’s just about to finish this round.

“Just come out here you dick!”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes, but is amused nonetheless by your slightly frustrated tone. He pauses his game and makes his way to where you wait, but stops in his tracks, lips parting in shock and eyes going wide when he sees what you’re holding.

You’re cradling an itty bitty, all black, fluff ball of a kitten in your arms. You grin delightedly at his shocked expression and hold her out almost as if you’re offering her to him.

“You wanted a kitten right? An all black one, like the one you had as a kid at Aizawa’s.”

Hitoshi manages to close his mouth and nod, cautiously reaching out to take the small creature and cradle her to his chest.

He…can’t believe you remembered. You remembered how much his cat had meant to him and went out of your way to find this kitten.

“Thank you,” he says softly, petting the purring kitten’s head with one finger. You step closer and do the same, scratching under her chin until she meows.

“What should we name her?”

“Kiko,” Hitoshi responds with no hesitation, glancing at you for approval and you smile back at him.

“I love it.”

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Hitoshi blinks back to the present, the fond memory lingering at the edges of his mind. He remembers how his heart squeezed against his rib cage in the best kind of way that day and how he knew then he wanted to marry you.

“Baby,” Hitoshi whispers lowly as he kisses your cheek. You stir enough to lazily flip over and hum in question. “I love you, so much.”

“Mm, love you too Hitoshi,” you mumble, sleepy rasp coloring your voice.

Hitoshi bends down to kiss you sweetly, encouraging you to throw a leg over his hips and straddle his waist. He settles you on top of him and wiggles a hand between you to shove his briefs down, cock stiff since he first smelled you, and slides your panties to the side.

Your limbs are still laced and heavy with sleep when Hitoshi helps you sink down on his cock. You melt into his chest, face buried in his throat and arms locked around his neck.

He bends his knees and grips your ass to help you sensually ride him, rocking up into you at a leisurely pace until the warmth finally bubbles over the edge and you cum with a shiver and he follows right behind you.

When he asks you about it the next day, it all clicks into place when you give him the watered down version of how the “perfume” works.

He hums noncommittally before asking you to wear it again.

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