ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ SYNOPSIS :: kaminari begging to touch your boobs
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ TAGS :: (college roomate!)kaminari x f!reader ᯓ fluff ᯓ kaminari calls f!reader "princess" ᯓ small nipple play ᯓ small breast groping ᯓ wc: 510 ᯓ proofread! ᯓ oneshot ᯓ
“woah, when’d you get a pair of those?” kaminari asks while eyeing your boobs through your low-cut shirt.
you follow his eyes and look down to realize he was referring to your breast. and if anyone knew you, they knew you always wore a baggy t-shirt or an oversize hoodie everywhere you went, even during the summer. you loved the feeling of a top that was breathable and comfortable to be in. but today, the ac broke in you and kaminari’s dorm room, so you had no choice but to take off your hoodie for some time. you were in your own dorm room anyway, so you thought you’d be fine. fine until forgetting you have a perverted, observing, roommate that barges in and hops on your bed during any given moment.
“boobs?” you chuckle, “had them since about…thirteen years old.”
“well shit, why hide something so amazing,” he leans back next to you with a smirk. “can i feel them?”
your head snaps over to his annoyingly cute smirk. “are you freaking insane?” your eye twitches, only edging his smile to widen.
“cmon princess, it won’t be bad, i promise,” he whines, clasping his hands together.
“pffftt, yeah right.” you scoff at him and continued to scroll through your feed.
“please?”
“no.”
“pretty please?”
“i said no.”
“pretty please with black sprinkles on top and a red cherry?”
you didn’t reply.
“pleaseeeeeeeee—”
“FINE, for fucksake!” you groan, dropping your phone in annoyance.
“helloooo dinner,” he teases as he sits up straight, sitting criss-crossed to look at you, impatiently waiting for you to reveal your boobs.
you straightened yourself up as well, but a desperate kaminari was already lifting the hem of your tank top. before he got close to revealing your breasts, you sternly grabbed his wrist, “you tell anyone about this and i’ll kill you.”
“i’m not princess just calm down.” he smiles as you reluctantly let go of his wrists and he pulls your shirt up, resting it on the top of your chest. his large hands quickly massaged your breasts, his cold hands making your nipples erect. your mouth fell open as you watched his thumb glide and roll around your hard nipples. his hands kneaded your breast and squeezed them slowly, more ideas running through his sick brain.
“can i suck ‘em?”
“and you ruined it,” you pulled your shirt back down. his hands were still under your shirt for a moment until you pried his hands off of you.
“wait— wha, i didn’t even do anything!” he looks at you as if you had stabbed him in the chest and twisted the knife. “please, i’m sorryy.”
“stop begging, it’s so annoying, later.” you rolled your eyes, attempting to say anything for him to leave you alone.
“okay, i’ll hold you to your word princess.” he jumps off your bed and leaves your room.
and little to your knowledge, he ended up back in your room begging an hour later.
