a/n: denki baby let’s make a home video 🙂↕️
“told you to stop sending me twitter porn, freak.” you scoot away from him in bed.
“babe we gotta try it.” he grabs your waist and scoots you back over. “what? you don’t like me all of a sudden?” he peppers kisses across your hot cheeks. “just watch it.”
he watches you open the link, the way you squirm, watching the girl hump against the guys abs. the way she moans, the way her thighs shake, the guy looking up at her like she’s hung the stars.
“let’s make our own.” he nudges his nose against your neck.
“our own what?” you purse your lips.
“video. of you rubbing this cute little pussy on my abs.” he starts to kiss the side of your neck.
“you don’t have any abs.” you close your phone, tossing it aside.
“shut up.” he chuckles. “you can ride my face after while i jerk my shit.” he nips at your pulse.
you push him back on the bed and push his shirt up and he’s quick to tug it off, watching with lidded eyes as you shimmy out of your sleep shorts. you straddle his waist, looking down at the phone he’s hold in one hand while the other his resting on the back of your thigh.
“c’mon pretty.” he flexes his muscles and that’s all the coaxing you need. “pull this shirt up for me.” he slides the hand on your thigh up, dragging the fabric of one of his shirts up your body.
he hums when you press yourself against his abs, lifting the shirt up to your neck in the process. you give an experimental grind of your hips and a soft moan slips from your lips. you press harder, fingers curling into the shirt you’re holding up. he flexes again, your breath catches as you follow the ripple.
“nghh fuck!” you gasp, perked clit pressing right against his hard muscle.
“feels good?” he looks up at you with a lazy grin.
you nod your head and hump against him faster, chasing that building heat in your tummy. he lets his hand on your waist slide up to your tits, kneading and playing with your nipples, pulling the softest sounds from your lips. he can feel how wet you’re leaving him and he squints his eyes with an idea.
“keep those eyes open.” he pinches your nipple, accompanied by a little zap.
“denki!” your mouth falls open when he gives the same treatment to your other nipple.
he drops his phone and grabs onto you with both hands, rubbing all over, stopping to send little shocks to your nipples that make you melt. you’re drooling, pleading, thighs shaking right on the edge, when you feel it.
“ahh! denk- denki please!”
electricity flows through his abs, through your slick going straight to your pussy and your hips stop, orgasm tearing through you as you soak his muscles. he keeps you moving until you’re spent and he’s pulling you up his chest.
“sit on my face.” he pulls you down to his mouth.
