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It had all started because of a picture.
Just a simple, endearing photo of your kitten gnawing at your fingers--the one that Denki had brought home for you after you had mentioned feeling lonely at home, since you got back from work hours before he did. Being a pro hero, your boyfriend spent a great deal of time out of the house and away from your side, though even if he was absent a lot, he still found ways to keep you safe and secure back at his home. Not that you had really minded, though--you were poor your whole life and as adulthood hit, you found yourself absolutely drowning in debts. You hated to sound like a gold-digger, but your blossoming relationship with Denki had rid you of all of those worries--he liked providing for you, and making you feel cared for, and it was all in exchange for the love you didn’t ever mind giving to him.
Plus, some other things.
[ Delivered 9:55 -- denki❤️ ]
cute!!! she’s just as spunky as you, baby. send me another pic?
You snapped another of your little ball of fluff, as she hopped off your lap and strutted along to go maul one of her toys in the next room--and the next text you received was practically immediate. He must have either been on a break, or had a dip of activity on his patrol...or he was at the office slacking off, which might’ve been the most likely outcome knowing him.
[ Delivered 9:56 -- denki ❤️ ]
i meant of you, cutie❤️
You smiled down at the screen, a blush tickling at the tips of your ears. Denki was always a flirt in high school, and liked to be attentive towards you whenever you spent time together...but you still weren’t used to how he spoke about you, like you were an angel that had descended from heaven to bless his life. You had even heard him slip up and call you his husband a few times, only to glance at you afterwards with that warm, embarrassed smile on his lips...and with those thoughts floating in your mind as you took a cheeky selfie, your fingers thrown up in a peace sign, you barely registered the buzzing of your phone until you were able to snap back to reality.
[ Delivered 9:58 -- denki ❤️ ]
you’re adorable!! you’re my everything, you know that? i wanna just skip out on work and run home to you...i miss you in more ways than one, my prince.
You clutched your phone to your chest, for the moment blissfully unaware of what he was insinuating--until you got another message just a moment later, that was just an image attachment. And the second you clicked on it, you knew exactly what was running through Denki’s mind.
You recognized the fabric of his hero costume, just by the colour alone--and through it you could clearly see both his legs against what appeared to be the edge of a building, and the tent in his pants, straining and stiff already from the filthy thoughts that had undoubtedly been running through his mind. How he had gotten up to the top of a building already puzzled you, but you certainly knew the reason why, now--it would be the best place to do some unsavoury things without getting caught.
[ Sent 10:00 -- you ]
you’re such a perv, denki--what if you get caught up there??
[ Delivered 10:01 -- denki ❤️ ]
you afraid of someone else seeing my dick? that’s so cute!!! don’t worry babe, this is all just for you. besides, nobody else can ride me like you do ❤️❤️
[ Delivered 10:02 -- denki ❤️ ]
don’t be shy, cutie--why don’t you show your hero where you like to be touched?
You huffed, rolling your eyes at how much of a one-track mind your boyfriend could have. He could always find a way to get into your pants, even if he was nowhere near you--but you were quick to give in anyways, just as you always were. Tugging open the buttons on your shirt, you sent him a lazily-taken photo of your bare chest, before dropping your phone on the couch and awaiting his response--which only took what felt to be five seconds.
[ Delivered 10:04 -- denki ❤️ ]
you’re such a tease, you know that?? bold of you to assume i won’t jack it to those pecs of yours, tho ;)
[ Sent 10:05 -- you ]
pervert. now shut up and show me your dick.
[ Delivered 10:06 -- denki ❤️ ]
scandalous!! people would drop a whole paycheck to see chargebolt’s glorious cock...and you get it all for free ❤️
You could practically hear his snickering from here. You knew Denki so well by this point, you knew all of the buttons you could push to get him bothered--but the same went both ways, and when your phone finally dinged with a new message, you were more eager than you wanted to admit to open the picture he had sent you.
Not only were his pants pushed aside to reveal what he hid underneath, but he had his hand gripped firmly around his shaft, precum already beading at the tip that was so flushed you could practically see it throbbing. A warmth was building in the pit of your stomach at such a lewd image, especially in a semi-public place--and with your hand on your belt buckle, you couldn’t deny how tight your own pants were starting to feel.
[ Sent 10:08 -- you ]
you’re cute. how long have you been hiding that today?
[ Delivered 10:09 -- denki ❤️ ]
since i left this morning, after i saw how tight that ass of yours looks in your work pants.
[ Delivered 10:11 -- denki ❤️ ]
i bet you have all the girls crawling all over you, don’t you? maybe i should leave some marks on you when i get home, so they’ll know you belong to me…
[ Sent 10:12 -- you ]
why don’t you just fuck me hard enough that i have to call in sick, chargebolt?
Though he boasted a confident facade, you knew more than a few ways to get Denki to break and have him kneeling at your feet--considering he was all over you like a whore of babylon most of the time, it was fairly easy to get him off his pedestal. And calling him by his hero name, despite it being a bit cliche, was one of the quickest ways to do so.
[ Delivered 10:14 -- denki ❤️ ]
i’m gonna wreck you when i get home.
[ Sent 10:15 -- you ]
not if i jump on your dick first ❤️
[ Delivered 10:16 -- denki ❤️ ]
you trying to make me ruin my pants, naughty boy?
[ Sent 10:18 -- you ]
maybe. i don’t want anyone else getting the idea you’re available.
By the absence of an immediate text back, you knew he was probably jerking himself into a stupor--one of the other ways you knew he would come undone was seeing you jealous, which seemed to force him closer to an orgasm than anything else. Yanking open your belt buckle and tugging at your zipper, you reached underneath your boxers to grasp your hot, needy cock--and in a stroke of brilliance, you thought of a splendid way to get your boyfriend more hot and bothered than ever.
[ Sent 10:19 -- you ]
but if i don’t see you soon, i might have to settle for some back-alley hero dick instead.
Switching to the video feature of your camera, you clicked the little red button on your phone--and cutting out your face to focus only on your lower half, you slowly pumped your dick underneath your clothes, letting slip a plethora of moans and mewls of his name under your breath. Your cheeks had grown warmer than ever, and despite putting on a bit of a show, you couldn’t help the occasional buck of your hips into your hand--and cutting it off at the most frustrating part, you ended the capture and sent the video off to your boyfriend, waiting in anticipation for it to finish loading.
[ Delivered 10:23 -- denki ❤️ ]
clothes off.
[ Sent 10:24: you ]
not my fault you can’t cum without seeing my dick. you’re whipped, chargebolt ❤️
[ Delivered 10:25 -- denki ❤️ ]
you’re gonna change your tune when i’m six inches deep inside you, baby boy. i think you need to be taught a lesson.
[ Delivered 10:26 -- denki ❤️ ]
take your clothes off. i’m coming home right now. and if you cum before i get there, then you’ll be in for a spanking, mister.
The mood always changed when Denki got jealous--because when he was in that mood, there was no stopping him. Usually, as you got frisky in the bedroom, you’d end up figuring out along the way who would be dominant and who wouldn’t, and sometimes you’d be both--but if Denki was feeling possessive, you would be put in your place and he wasn’t going to be gentle. As you got up from the couch and practically skipped towards your bedroom, your work uniform coming off along the way, you had a pretty reliable feeling that you were going to be calling in sick for the next couple days.
And really, if it meant you got Denki’s attention all to yourself, then that was more than worth every bite, bruise, and hand-shaped mark you were sure to receive.