𑣲 cw: smut, age gap (denki is mid twenties, reader is implied to be in her early thirties)
When you got divorced from your ex husband, you honestly thought it was going to be the end of the world.
Not because you were so deeply in love with him that living without him would break you. Hell no, the marriage had been failing for a long time. Life was just so much more inconvenient now.
Firstly, you couldn’t get fucked. Sex was the one thing (besides your children, of course) that kept the two of you together so long. Fucking you until you forgot your own name was apparently the one thing he was good at. That man didn’t know how to wash a dish, clean up after himself, or do laundry, but he knew how to make you feel good. But unfortunately, not even sexual compatibility could have saved your crumbling marriage.
You also had to move out of your house, obviously. Your ex husband had inherited it through his late grandmother, so your name wasn’t on it. You spent the first month or so on friends’ couches, but you knew you eventually had to find a place to live. Not just for you, but so your kids would have a place to stay when it was your week with them. However, the divorce left you pretty broke. So you were forced to take the first apartment you could find within your price range. And of course, that apartment was within walking distance from a fairly large university. Not just any university, but one universally known to be a big party school. It was small, cramped, and your neighbors were rowdy drunks 7-10 years younger than you. It was far from ideal, but you were determined to make it work.
To top it all off, you had to pick up a second job. Your current office job had been fine when you had a second income, but now it was just you, and with the cost of living being so high in your area, one job wasn't going to cut it. So, you became a waitress at a 24 hour diner, typically working the night shifts. You didn’t mind it too much, honestly. The pay was decent, your coworkers were nice, it didn’t interfere with your day job too much since you worked from home, and it wasn’t particularly hard work. Most of your customers were just tired college students looking for a place with cheap coffee and comfort food to binge on while studying.
That was until you met Denki.
You were just serving your regulars when a rowdy group of drunk guys came in. They weren’t being outwardly horrible yet, just talking loudly and ruining the calm atmosphere that had just been. Nevertheless, you went over and began grabbing menus.
“Table for six, please,” one of them, blonde with a small section dyed black, said. Despite being visibly drunk, his tone was very respectful. After gathering the menus, you led them to a large booth. As soon as you turned your back, however, all faith you had in the group was immediately lost.
“Denki bro, get her number.”
“Don’t act like you're not creaming your pants right now, man. We all know you jack off to MILFs on Curvage. This is your chance to finally bang one.”
You weren’t even mad about them suggesting this guy get your number. That sort of talk had happened a few times now. You were just mad they assumed you were a mother. You weren't that much older than them. They looked older, probably graduated in the last year or two. There was still an age gap, sure, but it’s not like you were ancient. Then you looked down at your body. Your hips were wide from multiple pregnancies, your breasts were large from breastfeeding multiple children. Your whole body was curvy and soft, warm in a way that exposed your motherhood. Honestly, you were a little insecure about it. But when you looked at your beautiful children, it was all worth it.
So, ignoring the crude comment from the man, you continued to serve them as if you hadn’t heard anything. You brought them their drinks, took their orders, then brought out their food. Just when you thought you had gotten by without any incident. Then, the blonde man spoke, his words slurred.
“...So,” He squinted at your name tag and read your name, testing how it felt on his tongue. “How would you feel about grabbing drinks sometime?”
“Ask me when you’re sober, hun.”
You thought that would be the end of it. You really did.
But then, he was there the next night.
“I’m sober this time. Can I get your number now?”
A sigh escaped your lips. You knew you shouldn’t say yes. You weren’t looking for a relationship right now. You weren’t even typically into younger guys. But your ex husband had brought his new girlfriend to your son’s soccer match that day. He knew what he was doing, bringing her. He wasn’t including her because he wanted her involved in your children’s lives; he did it because he wanted to piss you off. And he did a real good job.
So, if he wanted to play that game, you would too.
So, you wrote your number on the back of the customer receipt.
Later that night, you got a text.
Hey! This is Denki Kaminari, the guy from the diner haha. Are you free for drinks sometime?
You agreed to go out with him on a night you weren’t working and also didn’t have the kids. As the two of you continued to text, however, you began to feel giddy. You hadn't been on a proper date in years. It felt good to be wanted, to be desired, and to finally talk to someone who wasn't your coworkers.
The date went well. You liked him. He was funny and respectful, more than you could say about most men you had come across. He was also a gentleman, picked you up from your apartment, pulled your chair out for you, offered to pay for your food (you declined; you had the money to pay for yourself), and the conversation flowed very naturally. You learned a little bit about Denki. He was 24 and had graduated from university two years ago. He was currently working as a barista at a small coffee shop and an electrician’s apprentice while he waited for a construction management job to open up. It was respectable, honestly. After all, you knew what it was like to hustle. You told him the basics about yourself. Your two young kids (ages 5 and 4), your jobs, and briefly covered the whole divorce thing. It was your pretty standard first date.
Except when you got back into his car.
The energy subtly shifted. More sexual. Slow, romantic music was playing from his stereo. His hand found yours. Then it found your knee. Then your thigh.
Usually, you would never dream of doing anything on the first date. It was tacky. But the way he looked at you. God, the way he looked at you. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful woman on the entire planet. Being admired wasn’t something you were used to anymore. So, when he pulled over on the side of the road, you knew that whatever he was proposing, you probably weren’t going to say no. His hand found your face, his thumb grazing gently against your bottom lip.
“I’ve.. I’ve had a lot of fun with you tonight,” he started. His voice was soft, not particularly nervous, but it held a respectful hesitancy. As if he were waiting for your reaction to do anything further.
You nodded your head and took off your seatbelt. His strong hands pulled you closer as he slowly leaned in.
The kiss was slow at first. Respectful. However, after you didn’t pull away, he deepened it. It got hotter, more desperate. His hands roamed your torso, squeezing your soft curves as his tongue meshed and your saliva intertwined.
When he finally pulled away, he caught his breath before asking softly.
“Would you wanna go back to my place?”
His apartment was mostly empty. Just a couch, a TV stand, a small TV, and a bed with a shitty frame adorned with only one pillow. It was the typical single man’s apartment, underwhelming and lacking in any personality. However, that didn’t stop you from letting him slide your dress off.
“This dress has been driving me crazy all night, y’know that? Showing off those perfect curves..’His voice was lower now. Deep and brooding, his tone sexy enough to make you feel your heartbeat between your legs. When he finally got the dress off of you, he then took off his shirt. Good lord. You hadn’t noticed how damn muscular he was. He noticed you staring and chuckled.
“Wow, I could hardly tell…”
“Yeah, I lift… but, I don’t know… My tongue needs a workout…”
“Yeah… if only I had someone sitting on my face so I could strengthen my tongue…”
He sounded stupid, so unbelievably fucking stupid. But you weren't going to deny him. He flopped down on the bed expectantly.
“Come on, Mommy. Sit, you won’t hurt me.”
“You’re into the whole ‘Mommy’ thing? Really?”
“Not if you don’t want me to be.”
“Yeah, no. I’ve been Mommy all week. I’m done with that name.”
“Don’t call me that either. It makes me feel old.”
You rolled your eyes but quickly pulled off your panties before slowly moving onto the bed. Your knees straddled his head as you hovered over him. However, he was not having that. Without a word, he grabbed your hips and yanked you down so that your full weight was on his face. He didn’t move at all at first, which honestly made you a little nervous. You didn’t kill him, right? But then, he let out a loud moan as he began sucking on your pussy, pressing little kisses into your wet cunt as his tongue began to work. You felt yourself shiver as he licked and sucked you so rough yet with such care. Moans escaped your mouth before you could even think to stop them.
Each moan you let out only made Denki more confident. His hands squeezed your hips possessively before trailing up to your breasts. He squeezed them roughly as you continued to squirm from his tongue. It didn’t take long before you began to feel your organism building. Your hips began to rock into him, your cunt desperate for more stimulation. The warmth of his mouth felt so good after you had been without for so long; you knew you weren't going to last long.
“Fuck… Fuck, Denki, I'm gonna cum…”
He immediately stopped what he was doing and pushed you off of him. The complete 180 confused you for a moment. He had just been so enthusiastic, what the hell just happened? Denki, however, just pinned you to the bed. His eyes just bore into yours for a moment as he caught his breath.
“No, no, hot stuff. Where’s the fun in that?”
“W-what? I don’t get what you mean…”
“You’re gonna cum on my cock, okay? This is your first time since the divorce, yeah?”
“Then we can’t just stop there. I’m a gentleman, baby. I’m not just gonna do a half-assed job. If you want fucked, you’re getting fucked. Properly. So, do you want fucked, sweet girl?”
You nodded. His tongue had been amazing already. If he considered that half-assed, you wondered how good the full experience would be.
“Let me hear you. Do you want fucked?”
“No, sweet girl. Say it. Say you want fucked.”
He was teasing you now. He knew how desperate you were. How badly you needed this. How your cunt was practically throbbing. However, you were in no position to argue.
“Please, Denki… I want fucked..”
“Okay, baby… I'll give you exactly what you want, kay?”
He fumbled with his belt as he began trailing kisses down your neck and collar. His face nuzzled into your tits as he continued to undo his pants.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so soft… They’re so big…”
When he finally got his dick out of his pants, you had to restrain yourself from gasping. It was thick.
What he lacked in length (which, you weren't complaining about the length either per se), he made up for in the pure girth of it. If you hadn’t seen your children get pushed out of you, you would've doubted your cunt could even stretch that far. You felt your legs subconsciously spread open as he moved a little closer to you and began lining himself up with your hole. When you signaled that you were ready, he gently pushed himself into you with a groan.
He chuckled softly as you whined your response, his hands squeezing your hips as he began to thrust into you. Your moans filled the room as he quickened his pace and immediately hit your g-spot.
“Fuck, sweet girl… Your ex is a fucking moron.. Giving up this tight pussy.. Tell me I’m better..”
“Mmm.. Denki, ah.. You’re so much better…”
“Yeah, baby… I fuck you better than he ever could, yeah?”
Sex with your ex husband had been good. Very good actually. He had a decent-sized dick and knew how to use it. But the way Denki plowed into your cunt and stretched you so far… You nodded, feeling your cunt tighten around Denki as you came.
Your ex could’ve only dreamed of satisfying you this much.
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