kaminari who craves nothing more than having you take a good ol' seat on his face.
a/n: i think this is from two thousand and twenty two
you always had a hunch that denki was the type to enjoy this, but this level of enthusiasm was just ridiculous.
you're unsure how much time exactly has passed, but you can feel an orgasm is imminent. seeking reprieve when it feels like it's going to be too much will evidently only get you pulled down again, his hands sprawling on your thighs to keep you steady and as close to his mouth as possible.
"d-denki!" you keen, fingers reaching to clutch onto anything in reach, and his hair is what you land on. he groans into you when you unintentionally tug, sending a vibration zipping up your spine. it almost makes you twitch away, but he's there to pull you back again.
"fffuck, attagirl... yeah, grind on me, c'mon..." he coaxes, muffled, and you let your head hang back as you obey, using him as he encourages you to. you ride his face, whimpering as he groans, eyes fluttering shut dizzily. the pads of his fingers are digging into your thighs deeply, almost hurting a little as he makes sure you sit and stay.
you managed to open your eyes, looking down to admire him for a moment, but you're met with the face you so adore seeming a little red.
"woah, d-denki," you started, slowing your desperate chase for pleasure and beginning to lightly lift yourself to check on him, only for the pads of his fingers to dig into your thighs and tug you back down, making you sit flush against the lower half of his face and slide all across his chin. you let out a gasp of a moan, your back arching as you placed your hands behind you, on his waist, to ground yourself. denki smiled into you from below, happy to do the work for both of you as he lifts his head to latch his mouth around your clit. he stares up at you.
he will let himself asphyxiate here before he lets you get up without cumming.
a/n: can u tell question mark