Loud Blondes | Denki Kaminari x Aizawa's Daughter Reader

Family | Chpt 47

"...and left me alone here. With you. Blonde or not, neither of my dads leave me alone with a boy," I pointed out. It was true, that was just a common rule all around for many parents. They didn't leave me alone with anyone that could be of interest. Friends could stay but if they were suspecting something, there was no way.

"What are we going to do? You're short a working leg," he stated.

"What do you think we would do?!" I asked. He raised an eyebrow and I pointed at the door. He just laughed, telling me he was joking. I knew he was.

"You're so cute when you're flustered," he laughed and I felt my face warm up.

"Just shut up and help me position my leg better please, you're such a bully," I scoffed. He reached over, helping me with a smug grin.

"Oh come on, lighten up."

"You can't just say that shit at random."

"Why not?"

"Because?!"

"Because it makes you flustered, but frankly I like it too much to stop," he stated and I grumbled. He laughed, sitting himself back down. "Pickup lines and flustered behavior, jeez I love you."

He stopped, realizing what he had just said. His face was the one to turn red now, electricity actually popping at his ears he was so embarrassed. I felt my stomach twist, clenching my hands into fists. That was the first time I had really heard that.

"I mean–no, I don't, you know, it's just that I don't want you to be uncomfortable so like only if you are, gah I'm such a dummy–"

"I love you too," I interrupted. He glanced up, the way he looked at me giving me butterflies against my chest bone.

"Really?"

"Yeah, stupid," I scoffed, brushing him off. "Of course I do."

"The coolest girl loves me."

"Shut up!" I called and he smiled at me. He took my hand again and for some reason I was nervous again. I had gotten so wonderfully used to Kaminari's attention, more specifically his kisses. Now, expecting his kiss, I was overwhelmed with anticipation. It was almost like the first time we had ever done so.

"You weirdly nervous?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Definitely," he stated. He, being the bolder one, went for it. He leaned in and I let him come to me, mostly because I was pretty immobile. His hand let go of mine as our lips brushed. His other hand joined it in holding my jaw firmly. His kiss fit against mine and I smiled ever so slightly, still feeling the nerves through the tips of my fingers. After all the drama preceding our relationship, we had been rushed into getting as much in as possible.

Now we had all the time in the world.

This was slower and more deliberate, lips moving ever so slightly to capture each other at different spots. He didn't pull me into him quickly, but gradually dragged me up against him. It was like each second, each frame, was unique. He kissed me continuously until his kiss shifted up to my cheek bone, beneath the outer corner of my eye. Then just below it and further towards my jaw. Under that at the very top of my neck, causing my jaw to move upwards. My head tiled to the side as he moved down the neck to the base, my head shifting back up. He buried his mouth and nose against then side of my neck, breathing so it tickled.

"Ay stop," I called, giggling slightly. I pressed him away and he picked himself up from me. He leaned down to kiss me again, sweetly.

"Ugh, gross."