a college au FEAT. DENKI K. & HANTA S.
“three babies in the backseat singing (to you), hey dj, won't you play that song (for me).”
cw: serokami x reader FORREAL, reader’s a bitch, sub denki, pathetic whiney mess denki, reader and sero tag team denki, self indulgent, pussy eating, cock sucking, sucking your best friends dick, bathroom blowjobs, handjobs, denki n sero are stroke buddies fr, recreational drug use.
you smell them before you see them.
it slices through everything, the noise, the vibrations in the floorboards that have travelled up your spine. through the guy who just shoulder-checked you hard enough to knock you sideways without even glancing back. you were already on edge, already overheating, already one more bad interaction away from snapping at someone.
you follow it without thinking. head tilting slightly, breath pulling deeper through your nose like some kind of fucked-up bloodhound. weaving through bodies that are too warm, too close, skin brushing skin whether you want it to or not.
left. left, another right, wait no, back left again.
you duck past a couple making out like they’re trying to consume each other whole, part jealous, mostly disgusted. someone laughs too loud in your ear. someone spills something sticky on your wrist.
you nod at familiar faces on autopilot. quick smiles, half-hearted “what’s up”s, your voice blending into the noise like it doesn’t belong to you. it’s all reflex, no thought behind it.
you’re about to give up, you almost lose it in the hallway, the scent swallowed up by heat and movement and whatever chemical cocktail this place has turned into, and irritation flares hot under your skin.
then, a sharp breeze floats in from an open window.
tobacco, cheap cologne, artifically sweet vapour, something closer to that smell the ground gives off after it rains, like damp concrete, doused in sweat, more body spray to cover up the sweat, and the sweet, sweet, smell of marijuana.
that's when you turn, back around, back through the kitchen, with the slamming of cabinets and the clinking of bottles and people arguing over nothing. through the fizzing of carbonation and the bubbling of laughter. through that, through hot girls and below average guys, outside.
really, it should’ve been your first guess.
outside where the fresh air doesn’t help as much as it should.
outside where it’s warm. too warm for the hour, thick with smoke that curls and hangs instead of drifting away. the kind that settles into your hair, your clothes, your skin, follows you home whether you want it to or not.
outside where you can hear sirens cut through the night. fast. constant. whizzing down the main road a couple blocks away.
“—there's no—” a cough that comes deep from the soul, it's hacking, violent, ugly, kind of disgusting. “—no, fucking, way.”
denki kaminari is hunched over like he’s about to fold in half, one hand braced onto the wooden fence, the other still stubbornly holding onto the conversation like he refuses to lose his place even while his lungs are actively betraying him.
“you think i would joke about that?”
smooth. not like chocolate, but smooth in that steady way the tides crash against the shore. the type of smooth that is so natural and unhurried, if you weren't paying attention, it would fade into the background.
but you are paying attention.
hanta sero. leaned back against the dented metal door of some old shed, shoulders loose, posture long limbed and lazy. one foot hooked behind the other, head tipped back just enough like he’s watching the sky, waiting for something that isn’t coming.
“—but that’s the thing,” hanta takes a deep drag of the joint, the ember flaring bright in the dim light, then exhales through his nose, smoke curling out lazy and deliberate.
he turns his head just enough to glance at denki, grin already pulling at his mouth. “money comes and goes—”
there’s an exasperated sigh that shoots out of denki’s mouth as if he’s heard this exact phrase a hundred times before. the look of disgust on his face, the curling of his lip, it’s intense.
“but the swag is forever.”
denki rolls his eyes again, he wants to argue, the swag is in fact not forever, the swag will last for a couple months, a year at max. what will last forever, is the smugness that radiates off of his best friend every time he buys a new pair of overpriced sneakers.
“you’re so, so, sooooo full of shit,” denki’s picked himself up a bit now, shifting into a crouch, elbows digging into the worn denim of his jeans, still catching his breath.
and he squints at the other guy like he’s trying to burn the words into hanta’s skull. “y’know that, right?”
“oooh,” he drawls, grin widening, “someone’s jealous that i don’t have to beg my folks for money every time i wanna buy something that costs more than twenty dollars.”
denki lets out a noise that’s somewhere between a strangled groan and a raspberry, disgust written all over his face. “s’not my fault nowhere will hire me.”
"i already told you, the restaurant is hiring, and our boss likes me, i can—"
another noise of disgust from the blonde. "and i already told you, i don't wanna work with you—"
"tch," hanta rolls his eyes, there's always something, "why not?"
"umm, i dunno dude," denki fake contemplates, literally taps his chin with his finger, "maybe because you're a fucking asshole."
hanta sniffs, but he hasn't got anything to say to that. he is kind of an asshole. sometimes.
instead he passes the joint back, which denki gladly recieves, but before he can bring the smoke to his lips, delicate fingers pluck it right out of his hands.
"awhh, you rolled this for me? i really appreciate it."
your voice sarcastically, sickly sweet.
it makes hanta roll his eyes with a half-scoff, half-smirk, and makes denki break into a big fat grin.
“took your sweet time didn’tcha.” is all hanta says in greeting. it makes you roll your eyes.
you’ve worked with sero for ages. well, it feels like ages, the restaurant hired him as a christmas temporary back in late october, but kept him on as a permanent part-time server because, he was just that good.
good at being a major dickhead, more like. good at getting on your fucking nerves every time you're scheduled together. good at taking cigarettes out of your jacket pocket and then denying it like you’re an idiot. good with his mouth though, and his tongue, and his fingers.
that being said, he is the only other student at your workplace, and he always shares, fries, cigs, weed, his friends.
denki’s only met you a couple of times, but he gets why the two of you clash so often.
you’re so fucking similar, it’s mentally jarring.
even now, watching the two of you play some sort of silent mind game. you’re just staring at each other, two pairs of half lidded eyes, lazy smirks creeping onto both your mouths. even your posture, the way you both stand with that kind of practiced boredom that pisses him off so much sometimes.
the only difference is, you have tits.
and honestly, it’s kinda hot.
“—took my sweet time?” you repeat, a bemused drawl that comes out between puffs of smoke. “i’ve been here for an hour.”
“s’not my fault,” he mutters offhandedly as he pulls out a grinder from his back pocket, “i texted.”
“no you fucking didn’t.” you say, fishing your phone out.
the do not disturb symbol flashes underneath the time, 23:47, and he did infact text, three times, huh, even one letting you know that they were outside, well now you look silly.
“‘sides we’re not that hard to miss, are we?”
“only if you’re looking.”
“right…” the sharp snort he lets out tells you he doesn’t believe a word. hanta nods at his friend that’s been watching your exchange while he rolls a new joint. “this is denki”
and denki waves, like a dork.
“yeahhh,” you hum, the smoke curling out of your nostrils. “i remember you saying.”
“oh yeah,” he flashes you a wicked grin, all teeth and mischief in his eyes, “d’you remember what else i said?”
that makes you scoff. “not everyone is as braindead as you, hanta.” and you wave back, “hi denki.”
“hi, we’ve actually met before at—”
“at the roses right? you got a tequila lime and soda.”
he looks taken aback but there’s something about his boyish grin that is oh, so, attractive to you. he scratches the back of his neck “you remember that?”
“clearly i’m the only one who’s not braindead because i also remember you tripping up the staircase on your way to the bathroom.”
“okayyyy, let’s not reminisce my embarrassing past”
“why? d’you embarrass yourself often?”
“not on purpose…?” he glances between you and hanta. both of you equally unbothered in stance but your eyes boring into his own. “sorry, is this a test?”
“ignore her,” hanta’s voice is lazy as he licks a stripe up the rolling paper, “she’s just being mean ‘cos she’s overstimulated by all that fuckin’ noise in there.” he jabs a head towards the house.
“what, i can’t ask questions?”
“i could be meaner,” your eyes flash at denki again, and he suddenly feels like prey. it makes him gulp.
it makes him chub up in his pants.
“you guys don’t play fair—”
a fistful of blonde hair in your grasp and you shove denki’s face down onto hanta’s crotch. deep-throating with no gag on the first try. clearly he was made for this, made to have something in between his pretty lips, and you reckon that you should probably let him know exactly how you feel.
"s'that why you’re always fucking yapping, huh? you want s'mmin stuffing that mouth of yours."
the words tumble out of your mouth, like an uncontrollable storm, seriously, you don't know where this is coming from, but there's something about how easily denki had gotten onto his knees on this random bathroom floor that stokes a fire deep in your stomach.
and god, denki’s eyes are shining as he looks up at both you and hanta. he’s nodding, as well as he can with the grip you have on his head, as he slobbers all over his best friend’s cock.
"shiiit, atta boy denks," hanta gasps out, palms twitching at his sides like he doesn't know what to do with his hands. "mmmfpph— you take it so good, holy fu-uck."
he moves his hands to the blonde's hair at that point, he doesn't need to move him, not when you're the one doing all the work, hanta just needs something to ground himself.
"goood boy," a lazy, slow drawl of the words as he pets those soft blonde locks. he's steady and gentle with his hands, a stark contrast to the filthy shit he's spewing out. "takin' my cock all the way in like that."
the way denki moves in response to the praise, cheeks a pretty shade of pink, his eyes rolling back as the intrusion in his throat goes deeper and deeper.
"yeah, you like that," you murmur softly into denki's pierced ear, "you like hanta calling you a good boy, hmmm? what, a, slut." each word punctuated by a bob of his head and, wait a minute...
with one of your hands on the back of denki's neck, the other snakes round to feel for his groin. and sure enough, denki’s cock is hard and swollen in his jeans, leaking through the fabric.
you snicker to yourself as you try your best at unbuckling his belt onehandedly. it takes a moment, there’s an awkward fumble with the clasp, but everyone feels it when you finally reach into his boxers and firmly, tightly, grasp his dribbling erection.
hanta feels the whine denki lets out through his whole body. it makes him even hornier, knowing that denki's getting off on the both of you exploring his body, and he shallowing fucks into the blondes throat, using his mouth like a fleshlight.
and denki, he can’t help himself from humping into your palms and dripping all the way down your fingers, god he’s so fucking filthy, making a mess from both ends. and hanta biting his lip, both hands clenched around denki’s shoulders groaning out the nastiest stuff you’ve ever heard, to his best friend as he tells him to take it deep like a good little slut.
you’ve never been more turned on in your life.
and that’s not fair, right?
why should these two get to get each other off while you watch. you’re the one doing all the work anyways, jerking denki’s head back and forth while hanta gets to sit there and enjoy it. you’ve soaked through your undies watching them and, to be quite frank, you deserve some release.
so you pull denki head back, his hair really is soft, silky, it makes for the perfect leash.
both of them whine at the loss of contact, but do you care?
all you care about right now is your own pleasure.
maybe that’s why you dismiss hanta’s noise of complaint with a glare, and keep that firm grip you have on denki, his hair and his dick, as you manhandle him into laying on his back. all spread out nicely, just for you.
denki doesn’t have much to complain about though, he’s just along for the ride, totally and utterly gone.
it’s a gorgeous sight to see. both you and hanta take a second to appreciate him.
face flushed, bangs stuck sweatily to his forehead, and lips painted with hanta’s pre and his own drool. pupils dilated, still running his mouth. meanwhile, your grip doesn’t loosen on his cock, and he’s just babbling nonsense, begging for anything.
you can tell he’s loving this though, the undivided attention from both of you is making his brain dizzy and his cock leak even more. "please, please, need you mommy— nnngh— need you sooo bad."
you wouldn’t have even noticed the slip up if hanta’s eyes hadn’t snapped to you at that exact moment. it sounded so natural, flowing so easily from his mouth.
you wanted to hear him say it again.
you strip your lower half bare, exposing your creamy thighs and your glistening unshaven pussy for both guys to see. hanta lets out his version of a moan, a deep appreciating rumble coming from the depths of his soul.
unfortunately for him, that’s the last thing on your mind. all you're thinking about is getting denki’s pretty pink lips to taste your cunt.
but first, with your thighs bracketing his head, you hover. pussy directly above his mouth not fully sat down, yet. you wanna watch him beg for it, you don’t even need to ask.
"ohhhh, fuck," you're taunting him with it, and watching him crumble like this is so amusing, "please, mommy, mommy, please sit on my face, please, i’ll do anything, i’ll be good for you, i promise, i promise, i fuuuck—"
you might be a bitch, but you’re not evil, how are you gonna deny him when he begs so sweetly, you have to give him a treat for that performance.
surely, your juicy cunt is reward enough.
you smother him on your essence, and he takes both his palms to wrap around your thighs, and force you to ride his face. yeah, this exactly what you needed, a whimpering stoner boy under your pussy, begging for more while you use him for your own pleasure. you're busy soaking his face with your slick as his lips latch onto your clit, when you feel denki’s whole body spasm.
your head swings back just then, expecting to see denki humping the air with no release in sight, but the view you get is so much better.
god you nearly forgot, how could you forget sero, who hates to be left out of the fun.
it's a delicious view. his top has ridden up, and your eyes track all the way down to the yummy sight of his happy trail. you’ll have to suck him off later as a thank you for this.
but, what really tickles you, one of his hands is wrapped around his own cock, languidly stroking himself like he has all the time in the world, and the other hand is furiously milking denki’s own pink shaft. still swollen and dribbling.
he’s already cum at least once, with the mess he’s made all over himself, but does that stop hanta. a relentless pace that makes the blonde's whole body twitch with the overstimulation. you’re glad hanta’s found something to entertain himself with because that means you can focus on your own climax that is building and building.
you have a dirty mouth of your own, denki’s like a drug or a catalyst, you can’t help but feed off of him and give it back tenfold. all this mommy’s good boy bullshit that normally wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, right now, it seems like the hottest thing ever.
"mommys g’nna cum, you’re gonna be good and lick it all~ up f’me, right baby?"
"yessshuh," he slurs in reply, but he barely manages to get the word out because you’re giving him a mouthful of pussy before he can say anything else.
you hear hanta's chuckle from his place behind you, you take it he's enjoying the view. "i t-told you he’d be good for it, didn’t i."
eyes rolling in exasperation, how is he still so smug, he's such a dick. "yeah, but i didn’t think he’d be this easy."
your hips grind down, "i should'a guessed as much," you say inbetween gasps, "he is your friend."
you ride out your climax, stretching the orgasm right to it's very limits. in all honesty, you could probably keep it going all night, but you suppose you better give the blonde some room to breathe.
you clamber off denki with a wobbly knees and a sigh, and leave him lying there on the ground, his mouth, the whole lower half of his face, and the collar of his shirt are soaked.
this bathroom probably reeks of weed and pussy.
“how about it? you wanna continue this at my place?”
- for @dollybabygirly hope you enjoy x
ANOTHER TEN CLASSIC meaning its prolly riddled with spelling mistakes and the tense is all over the place but if it’s not tentypos then what is it.
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