are you mine? — denki kaminari
pairing: denki kaminari + fem!reader
warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, pwp, dirty talk, praise, degradation, dumbification, crying, dom!denki, sub!reader, denki lowkey being obsessed with your clit, aged up denki
genre: pwp, friends to lovers, smut.
7046 words
countless flirting, teasing remarks, inside jokes, and group hangouts have somehow found their way to denki’s head in between your thighs while a certain arctic monkeys song echos in the background.
a/n: HEY lol i’ve spent months on this n so enjoy getting ur cooch ate
denki was just within reach, merely a couch over and yet you stayed completely glued to the love seat. he was running his mouth with some friends of his, arms draped over the edge of the plush furniture, throwing his head back with a boisterous laugh that rang through your ears.
the atmosphere was blaring to say the least, various shades of pink and purple lights illuminating the crowded room. red solo cups scattered across the messy counters accompanied by numerous beverages. the air filled by lively sounds of laughter, chatter, screams and howls, and raucous music which you recognized as an arctic monkeys album.
through the mob and exuberant hue of the crowded room, your gaze rested upon the blonde boy who sat just ten feet away from you. kirishima, mina, bakugo, and sero had all come along with the two of you to the party, it was supposedly a “friend group thing”. but, as the night grew older, they had disappeared off into the sea of people leaving the two of you to do your own thing. you, not knowing anyone else separate from your own group of friends, chose to sit back and observe the vibrant crowd around you. denki had found some other friends to chat with which currently surrounded him on the couch.
his eyes met yours which had been unconsciously lingering upon him. he cracked a crooked smile, patting the empty surface next to him and motioning for you to come over. you jumped at the oppertunity to be in the company of someone else from your friend group in a house of strangers, especially since it just so happened to be the boy you liked.
you picked up your phone and purse that rested next to you, eagerly standing up from the couch and making your way over to him with a grin forming upon your face.
as you got closer to denki, you could really get a good look at his chosen party attire. as your eyes raked over him you felt your heart flutter. he looked so good. he wore ripped black jeans that revealed just enough of his toned thighs, a white baggy shirt, his signature choker, and silver rings adorning his long fingers. he had subtle black eyeliner smudged under his lower eyelids, something you assumed mina had convinced him into putting on.
“took you long enough, i was waiting for you.” he chuckled.
“sorry.” you roll your eyes with a lighthearted giggle, slightly nervous fingers inattentively toying with the fabric of your skirt. you then hesitantly sat down on the couch surrounded by strangers, looking up and scanning the new faces around you. denki introduced you to each of his friends. you shook all of their hands and chatted a bit to break the ice. before you knew it you were all throwing your heads back and laughing as you shared embarrassing stories about you and denki.
“don’t forget about the time when i spilled yogurt all over your shirt in the cafeteria. you had to wear backup shirt and it just happened to be my shirt from a britney spears concert!”
denki elbowed you with a loud snort making all of you erupt into a fit of laughter.
“or what about the time we went to that pond and we were feeding the ducks and you fell face first into the water. i teased you about it for months! i will never get over how funny that shit was.”
you laugh, bringing the palm of your hand to your forehead as you attempt to cover up your slight embarrassment. denki continues laughing and gives you a faux sympathetic pout when he meets your eyes once again. you nudge his leg with your own, head rising up in attempt to redeem your bruised ego.
“don’t act like you haven’t done worse. remember the time you accidentally tied your shoes together and tripped in front of midnight? midnight out of all people!” you taunt. mouth curling up into a devilish smirk as you hear the crowd around you burst into giggles.
denki nudges your knee with his, mirroring your previous actions while his elbow prods against your own. you throw your head back and laugh harder at the embarrassment shown through his actions. your eyes somehow drift downwards and you’re surprised to find his thigh pressed up against yours. sure the two of you have hugged, cuddled, and showed affection as friends but that certainly doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered every time he so much as touched you. to your surprise he doesn’t move from there and stays exactly where he is; your bare thighs that peeked out from under your tennis skirt pressed up against his clothed thigh.
denki’s hand briskly but effortlessly comes up to rest on the plushy revealed surface of your thigh. you practically choke on your own laughter, attempting to cover it up with another chuckle to avoid questioning. your eyes shift to the side where denki sits by you finding his eyes to be already on you. they rake over your face before smiling slyly at you.
his hand felt so warm and nice on you. it would most surely make you want to melt if you weren’t thinking about how his hand would feel a few inches inward, in between your legs. imagining his ring classed fingers plunging in and out of your weeping cunt, probing at the spongy spot that had you quivering and gushing. you almost felt bad having these lewd thoughts at such an innocent gesture.
denki’s hand squeezes at your thigh, tapping it before getting up off of the sofa. “______, come with me.” he proposes, extending his hand for you to take. without hesitation, almost too rapidly, you comply by placing your hand delicately on his. “okay.” you whisper.
his hand envelopes yours before tugging on your wrist gently, pulling you off to who knows where. he takes you through the messy crowd and to an opened door that leads to an unknown room. he motions for you to enter first and hesitantly you step in, not knowing who the room could belong to. it appeared to be an unoccupied guest room judging by the emptiness, lack of clutter on the surfaces of the drawers, no signs of stationary, and absence of clothing.
you make your way to the edge of the bed, sitting down before watching denki as he closes the door.
“any reason you brought me here? i thought you were having fun with your friends?” you question. his eyes flicker from his fumbling fingers to your face and he exhales, “i have to tell you something kinda important” he starts. your eyes soften and you pat the bedspread next to you suggesting that he joins you on the edge of the bed. he inches over to you while continuing to fidget with his hands. the dull sound of music fills your ears, screams muffled due to the thick walls of the closed off area the two of you were in.
he shakily exhales, a pink flush decorating his cheeks, his eyes drifting from the floor to meet yours. “i like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for as long as i can fucking remember. i’m sorry if this ruins our friendship and for so long i didn’t wanna risk it but here i am because i can’t keep it in any longer.”
his eyes rake over the features of your face looking for any signs of disgust. you feel taken back but can’t control the way your tummy erupts in butterflies at his confession, warmth blooming in your chest and making its way all the way up to the tips of your ears. your mouth had been hanging open in silence for probably too long. the corner of your lips curve into a smile and you place your hand over your mouth. was this real? was the guy you’ve liked for ages actually confessing to you?
“oh my god denki,” you chuckle, practically unable to contain your joy and astonishment. “i like you too, ‘ve liked you for so long.”
his mouth drops open in shock before beaming with a smile so heartfelt it made your insides turn into mush. he felt like he could probably cry at the unexpected happy look on your face and the glee he felt from you reciprocating his feelings. he didn’t even take into consideration that his feelings were mutual, the thought of you being too good for him constantly lingering in the back of his mind. but now after discovering that you felt the same way, he just wanted to shower your face with butterfly kisses, wrap his arms around you, and never let go.
“i didn’t- fuck, holy shit.” he snorts, looking down at his knees bashfully which made you giggle.
“can i- uh, can i kiss you?” he questions with pleading eyes. you felt your entire body grow warm, your limbs suddenly becoming stiff. your breath got caught in your throat, heart ramming against your rib cage with vigor. was this real? you almost wanted to scream in delight, longing for nothing more than to feel his plump lips against your own.
“yeah, yes please.” you sputter. you silently curse at yourself for sounding too eager but you can’t bring yourself to care when denki looks this happy. a smile decorates his face as he reaches for your hand, lacing his long fingers with yours. his warm hands engulfing your own was a feeling you were familiar with and had come to adore. but, after your confessions, the gesture had a completely new meaning. he leans in slowly until his long, blond strands of hair were dangling in front of your eyes. the natural scent of him mixed with pine filled your nose, warm minty breath hovering over your lips. the eyelashes of his now shutting eyes fanned out as they close. his nose nudges your own before pressing his soft lips to yours.
you relish in the feeling of his plump lips against your own and the warmth of his body so close to yours. the kiss was so gentle and tender that it made you dizzy. he tasted like mint and candy and you felt absolutely inherited. he pulls away with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes, gaze flickering over your features checking for any signs of discomfort. amazingly, all he was met with were your lovesick eyes and soft smile.
he leans back in once more and attaches his lips back to yours making you sigh dreamily. you brought a hand up and delicately places it on his clothed chest. your other hand remaining laced with his simply because of how pure the gesture was and how it made your heart swell; you couldn’t bring yourself to let go. he brings his free hand up to your waist gingerly as his lips continuing to move against your own lazily but with precision. he lets go of your hand almost making you frown on his lips. but, to your surprise, he brings his other hand up to grip your waist, gently grabbing the plush of your hips and pulling you closer towards him. you bring your shaky hands up to his shoulders before coming around his neck. meanwhile, your knees were knocking together clumsily but neither of you bothered to care. not after longing for one another for so long and finally having your dreams rest in the palms of your hands.
your whole body felt ablaze, butterflies swarming in your lower tummy. your breath stutters when his tongue swipes over your swollen lips, prying open your mouth before going to intertwine with yours. his tongue was hot against your own, tasting more and more of him with each messy swipe of it. you moan softly against his mouth: a sound that made him desperately dizzy and his eyes tempt to roll back. he moans in response, hands getting restless and the kiss growing sloppier and deeper.
you shift your weight onto your legs and sit up, knees dipping in the velvety comforter of the bed as you go to straddle him, pillowy thighs pressed against his own toned ones. his hands travel down from your hips to knead the soft flesh of your ass through your skirt. you moan softly into his mouth at the feeling of his hands gripping your skin, hands messily threading through his blonde locks. you can feel your body growing pliant against his, lust and want pooling in your tummy, and slick forming against the sheer fabric of your panties.
momentarily, his lips pull away from your own causing you to whine. both of your eyes remain closed as his forehead presses against yours. his chest was heaving slightly; you could feel his breath against your lips due to the close proximity. it had only been meer seconds but you missed the feeling of his tongue, the taste of him, and the feeling of his hands roaming your body. you felt ashamed for being so greedy for him but it was difficult to dwell upon when he seemed just as greedy for you.
“is this okay?” he breathes out, needing your explicit consent before anything could resume.
you nod, “yeah, ‘s okay. everything’s okay with you denki, i feel safe with you.” your heart was beating in your throat, embarrassment making it’s way throughout your body after hearing your last statement out loud.
it was incredibly cliche, all of it was. almost a year of stolen glances, hugs and light touches that left both of you with fluttering hearts, small gestures such as little trinkets that you’d give each other just because you thought the other would enjoy it, snarky remarks, sarcastic comments, heartfelt laughs: the good ones that made your stomach hurt, and trust built over time. all those stupid unspoken words that neither of you had the courage to tell the other, all of it led you into his embrace where he used to pray for you to be.
it was so stupid of him getting giddy over a simple statement, an incredulous smile upon his face. his heart swelled at knowing how much you trusted him. he silently thanked your eyes for being closed knowing that if they weren’t, you would see the rose flush on his cheeks caused by your words.
he hears you whimper against him, suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that you were still straddling him. he silently cursed at himself for thinking about it because now all he could think about was how he could feel the warmth that radiated from your clothed cunt right above him.
“fuck.” he groans. the longing to feel the unclothed heat of you caused his cock to throb against the rough material of his pants. he was so worried about confessing to you that he had completely forgot about what would come next if you reciprocated his feelings. he didn’t even have time to think about it because clearly his dick was thinking more than his brain.
with a sigh he presses his lips back to yours causing you to whine into him. the feeling of your tongues intertwining and his lips moving with yours was far more rough and eager than before. you had to forcefully suppress the urge to buck your hips against him and moan out for how badly you needed him. his big hands grab the softness of your thighs, gripping the doughy flesh between his fingers before pulling you further down atop his cock. you sigh into his mouth at the feeling of it against you, hips rocking into him. the friction against your clit was so good and you can practically feel yourself drooling cream through your little panties.
what was once soft was now all forgotten as his laps travel to the spot just below your ear, kissing your neck, licking and sucking at your jaw, and sighing hot breaths on your collarbone.
“denki,” you keen, head spinning as he continues suckling at the soft skin, no doubt leaving bruises of red and purple behind come morning. your hips twitching and grinding helplessly against one another made it impossible to tell which one of you is needier.
the sound of his name falling past your lips was one which made him dizzy, a sound he wanted to hear again and again and never get tired of. it was painful how badly he wanted to elicit other little sounds from you.
“you’re so hot.” he groans, nipping at the silky fabric of your clothed shoulder. you pull your blouse off hurriedly, tossing it into the darkness as you paw at his shirt which he happily discards. your lips meet his, drowning in them once again after being apart from them for what felt like too long.
denki’s hands slide across the hot skin of your back before finding the clasp of your bra. his kiss swollen lips pulling away from your own. his pupils were blown with lust along with your own, cheeks rosy and his lips parted. denki searches your features for consent. you nod rapidly, growing needier by the minute and desperately needing to feel his tongue against your skin. your bra is slung off into the shadows of the dim-lit room, your breasts now in denki’s view. his mouth drops open, gawking at the supple mounds of flesh, taking in how incredibly soft and pliable they are.
“h-holy shit. ” he rasps, “you’re so beautiful.” the callous of his knuckles brush gently against your puffy nipples. denki’s fingers take each nipple between them and brush against them gingerly, pinching at them so gently it almost felt like he was purposefully doing so. your back arches into his touch at the action, mouth dropping open in a whine.
“denki please.” you whimper.
“shh, i’ll take care of you.” he assures. with fingers digging into your supple thighs, denki picks you by the underside of them and drops you on your back, the silk mattress bouncing beneath you. he takes a moment to admire you in the golden light of the darkened room. his mouth drops open in a low groan as his eyes rake over your figure. your hair was tousled and fanned out against the mattress behind you, the marks he proudly left decorating your neck, your kiss swollen lips wet from your messy kissing, your breasts spilled out against your chest, and your skirt hitching up along with your socks digging into your silky thighs.
he makes his way over to you, his figure hovering over your own. denki’s hands come to grip your breasts, fingers tweaking and toying with your sensitive nipples. he hums as he watches them pebble under his touch. you mewl, body rippling against his touch in bliss. his bruised lips meet your own once more before traveling down the valley of your breasts, kissing at the skin which burned under his lips. he suckles on one of your nipples, tongue tracing the sensitive bud languidly while reviling in the way you thrash under him. “denki” you moan softly, feeling the way his teeth gently graze over your nipples, nipping at them before soothing it over with his tongue.
his tongue licks and sucks it’s way down to the revealed skin of your tummy. he smiles, pressing kisses into the hot skin, kissing at your hips and caressing your skin as if you were made of thin paper and one harsh movement would cause you to crumple beneath him.
his hand travels to your hip, fumbling fingers finding the zipper of your skirt as he continues cupping and licking your breasts. he takes his time worshiping and kissing your skin, leaving no part untouched. his fingers reach to tug at your zipper but before that, his eyes met yours for your permission. “can i, angel? he whispers.
you knew what this was leading to him doing and unexpectedly, a wave of insecurity rushes over you. it was in the same way that a single red shirt in the washing machine colors all the white clothes pink; it starts with one and then it spirals. before you knew it, you wanted to cover yourself up completely. did he really want to go down on you or is it that he felt compelled to because he felt bad for you?
“wait wait, denki. you don’t- you don’t have to.”
denki’s hands freeze in place, his eager expression replaced with one of worry and what you hope to be empathy. he was slightly surprised by your words, how you assumed he didn’t want to eat you out and it was simply out of pity. he tilted his head to the side with wide eyes like a lost puppy. “what’s wrong? _____, are you ok baby? do you want to stop?”
you find his wrist that held the top of your skirt and wrap your fingers around it, your thumbs gently stroking the soft skin. “i’m okay! it’s just...” you tilt your head to the side; suddenly the pale walls of the room were far more interesting than his gaze. you felt the tips of your ears grow warm in embarrassment, “i don’t know denki... what if it’s gross for you? i don’t know.”
you bashfully tilt your head back in his direction, your eyes meeting his golden irises. surprisingly you were met with kind eyes and a tender smile. his free hand reaches down to engulf yours that remained around his wrist, intertwining it with his own. his other hand moves from the zipper of your skirt to cup your face lovingly. you nuzzle yourself into his hand and your lashes flutter closed while you inhale deeply. “i don’t want you to feel that you have do this if you don’t wanna.” you mutter quietly.
he runs his thumb across your cheek, his heart aching at the thought of you feeling unworthy of his own genuine affection. “_____, don’t think for a second i don’t want to do this. i want to make you feel good, i want to taste you. want it so fucking bad you have no idea.” he flashes you a soft grin, “‘kay? if you don’t want this that’s okay sweetheart, we can go do something else. but don’t even think that you don’t deserve this; you deserve to feel good. the fact that you’re letting me touch you like this is fucking— more than i could ever want. i’ve liked you for as long as i can remember so be able to do this for you is literally my dream come true. okay? you deserve to feel good and i’d love to show you how much you deserve it if you’ll let me. will you let me make you feel good angel?”
you feel your heart burst, your cheeks burning impossibly more than they were already. it was like he could see into your mind; your insecurities and negative thoughts were sprawled out in front of him like cards. he suddenly had the winning hand, damn him.
you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling up inside of you, the wave relief and newfound respect for yourself his words brought to you. you hoped your emotions weren’t too visible by your expression. little did you know you were beaming and your eyes were already glassing over with tears.
you nod meekly, “yeah, please.” your glassy yes met his and denki happily responds with a nod of his own. he brings his head up, head ducking down towards yours. he presses his lips to your forehead with a featherlight touch and you smile softly at the action. he then brings his head back down so it’s placed back in front of your hips. he struggles with the back of your tight skirt, fingers curling into it before wiggling the zipper down, peeling it off of your thighs and over your knees.
you’re left in black thigh highs that dig into the flesh of your thighs and thin painties that do nothing to hide your weeping cunt. he groans lowly, eyes raking over your curves and the damp spot in between your legs.
“look at you pretty girl. can’t- can’t even fuckin’ believe you’re real.” he says as he watches you writhe underneath him and your thighs tremble in anticipation. his lips find the soft skin of your exposed tummy and he begins leaving a trail of wet kisses, making his way down your body as his fingers dig into your plush hips. the steady beat of the music echoes throughout the crowded room adjacent to yours, a familiar tune ringing through you ears. you soon recognize it as “R U mine?” by the artic monkeys. the lyrics linger in your mind as denki continues kissing your skin, your mind growing hazy with each peck of his lips.
you whine his name as he presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, tongue running over the warm fresh spot of slick. you grasp at his hair between your fingers and press your hips up into his mouth, it would have all too felt embarrassing if you weren’t so utterly desperate to feel his tongue on you.
he holds your hips down to the bed forecefuly, “stay still. yeah? stay still and i’ll make you cum as many times as you want.”
the cute pitchy whine you let out at his words is heavenly and he suddenly becomes very aware that his patience is growing impossibly thin, threatening to slip away. he dips his fingers into the top of your panties peeling them off of you, a string of slick connects them to your sticky folds and he moans at the sight, wanting nothing more than to feel you gush on his tongue.
“sweetheart, your little pussy is s’cute.”
he grips your thighs in his hands, beginning to press wet open mouth kisses along your skin. he sucks at the warm slick that coats them, once in a while stopping to suck and lick marks that he could admire. you can feel his hot breath against your inner thighs, just within reach of where you needed him most. eventually his face finds its way right in front of your cunt, glossy n soaking. he’s admiring it ravenously, watching you drip cream with every desperate clench. his eyes meet yours, your fluttering lashes closed and fanning against the top of your cheeks, mouth dropping open in a soft moan when he presses a soft kiss to your clit.
your thighs quiver around his head when dips his tongue into your weeping hole and licks up everything you had to offer. “denki, s’good” his eyes peak up from between your thighs and you keen. “please please please-“ he licks up your slit before attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking harshly causing your words to become reduced to incomprehensible babbles.
he moans into your drizzling cunt, tongue swiping over your wet folds and toying with your clit. “needy little slut.” he grumbles, his fingers digging in impossibly deeper into your quivering thighs. he’s messy and relentless but it’s so good and your body can’t help but writhe in pleasure.
“aw you’re shaking, does that feel good?” he coos, the condescending edge of his words making your cunny clench and flutter. he relishes in your cries of his name, chanting with fervor your back arches off the mattress that he’s kept pinned you down against. his cock is impossibly hard, it’s almost painful. the blushing pink tip sensitive and neglected, leaking precum all over the inside of his pants. his pants feel tight, too tight. the saccharine taste of you combined with each whimper that leaves your lips has him moaning into your pussy and bucking his hips against the mattress in an attempt to get any kind of relief. he didn’t even care if he came in his pants at this point and with the way you reacted to his touch, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
“ ‘s too much!” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes as he suckles on your clit, tongue toying with it softly. he does a particularly harsh suck, sucking it between his wet lips before pulling away with a “pop!” to really hear you cry out and watch your little clit twitch. he lets go of one of your thighs and suddenly a nimble finger prods against your hole before sheathing itself within you. there was practically no resistance, the velvet heat of your gummy walls greeted him eagerly, sucking him in. “denki! ” your hands find their way to his golden hair, tugging brutally which caused denki to whine against your cunt.
“you begged for this, now be a good girl ‘n take it.” he orders whilst his finger curls up, poking at the spongy patch of tissue that has you shaking and moaning. he continues licking at your sticky folds languidly, lips suckling and practically making out with your cunt. his tongue collected your cream, lapping it all up before swallowing with a low moan. it made your entire body tremble and shiver under him. “that’s it, good girl,”
“denki, denki p-please!” you whimper, gluttonous walls clenching avidly, greedy for more. the painful stretch mixed with pure bliss has you blinking tears through your lashes, your bottom raw from biting it so hard. before you could stop it, hot tears began to roll down your burning cheeks. “want more.” you pant. he peers up at you through his lashes, eyes wide in pure adoration and fascination. you were so pliant, your body so responsive to his touch he couldn’t help but marvel at you.
“greedy little thing” he grumbles with a smirk. he slips his other finger into your cunt which easily sucked him in due to how embarrassingly soaked you were. denki’s fingers curled against your doughy walls, searching for the spot that made you see stars. once his fingers nudged it, all you could do was shake and gush, moaning and whining his name as if you were a broken record.
his kissed your clit with the softest suck to really hear you cry out. you hiccup, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling and toes curling. “‘m i making you feel good honey?” he mumbles, pulling away from your puffy clit momentarily and curling his fingers more rapidly. you couldn’t even answer, the feeling of his fingers was making you absolutely dumb. you were incapable of even thinking for yourself anymore.
a broken moan found its way past your lips, messy cunt fluttering around his fingers. denki forced himself to tare his gaze away from your cunny to see the tears streaming down your face accompanied by the blissful and dumb expression you wore. the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his ring cladded fingers was hypnotizing. “dumb little baby, can’t even answer can you? ‘s okay, dumb sluts don’t have to think.”
denki tore his eyes away from you to watch the way you swallowed his fingers eagerly. he was in awe at the way they were coated in more and more of your translucent white cream with every pump of them inside you. the way slick would gush, dribbling down all the way to his hand and onto the ivory comforter underneath you. he craved more of it, for more of your little noises, and for the way your soft walls clenched and hugged his fingers. denki was overcome with the overwhelming need to be drenched in your dewy slick.
your glassy eyes met his and he couldn’t help but moan, hips bucking into the soft fabric of the mattress in search for any kind of friction. he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud and marveling at the way it felt on his tongue. “denki, ‘m gonna- gonna cum.” you whimper, hands tugging eagerly at his blonde locks. he pants out a light chuckle with a smirk, scissoring his fingers inside you rapidly.
“please, please- d-denki!” you sob as his tongue dips into your fluttering hole, lapping at the saccharine cream gushing out of you. he works his fingers in deeper, dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls while resuming his unrelenting assault on your clit. it was so much, you were shaking everywhere and you weren’t even sure you were able to form coherent sentences anymore. your mind was blank from his tongue ‘n fingers, nothing but pleasure coursing through your body. “gonna- cum!”
words couldn’t describe how greedy he was to feel you cum on his tongue. how eager he was to feel your pussy clench oh so tightly around his fingers while you gushed and coated them in the prettiest shades of milky white. denki’s cock twitched at the thought of lapping it all up only to make you do it again and again until you were sobbing. he needed to feel it running down his chin and dripping down his hand.
“yeah bunny? be a good girl and cum on my tongue. c’mon, make me proud”
with one final kiss to your clit, you came with a hiccup and a strangled cry of denki’s name. shocks of white hot pleasure shoot through your body as you drenched his fingers. you trembled, thighs quivering and squeezing at the sides of his head. your lips parted ‘n tongue lolling out, eyelashes fluttering shut, back arching off of the silk mattress, and broken moans leaving your lips as you feel your cunt gush and cream on his tongue. your gummy walls hugged at his fingers tightly, clenching and unclenching as your little hole drooled all over his fingers and trickled down his hand, coating them in milky cream.
“good girl.” he cooed, tongue softly tracing circles on your clit, working you through the crashing waves of your orgasm as you trembled underneath him. he smirked at the way your cunt would flutter and quiver in sensitivity, hips wiggling in an futile attempt to escape his mouth because it was becoming too much. “messy little slut.” he grunts.
your body settles down, the trembling subsiding and your little whines being reduced to small pants and sighs. denki reluctantly pulls away from your cunt, his hair disbelieved and askew from your pulling, apples of his cheeks dusted with pink, pupils blown, and his chin soaked. he looks at you through lidded eyes, chest heaving as he brings his fingers to his mouth before pushing them past his lips. he suckles at the cream that coats them before bringing them out of his mouth with a wet “pop!”
“you did so good for me bunny, came real nice ‘n hard for me, yeah? c’mere.” he makes his way up your body, hand finding the soft skin of your hip and meets your lips. he presses his puffy slick stained ones to your own, your hands cupping his cheeks. he feels you smile softly into the kiss and can’t help but smile back. his hand finds the back of your neck and deepen the kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue and it shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. it was so nasty and made your cunt throb in sensitivity, your hips bucking into his unexpectedly.
he chuckles, a low sound that rumbled against you. denki pulls away from your lips only to gaze in your eyes to see the greediness held within them. “you want more? hm? you’re so greedy.” he mutters condescendingly. you nod eagerly, fingers coming to thread through his golden hair. you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed at this point, you just needed to go dumb from his tongue again.
he kisses your neck softly before bringing his hands back to your thighs, prying them apart and pulling his body down so he was face to face with your glossy cunt once more. “it’s okay pretty girl, just let me take care of you.” he hums. he brings a finger to drag through your messy folds, mouth stretching into a smirk at the milky cream that dripped from it. he dives back in with a moan, kissing ‘n sucking at your clit eagerly. anything to get you to cum on his tongue again and again. he runs his tongue over the raw bud and chuckles when he sees you already shaking underneath him in sensitivity.
“sensitive?” he questions, tongue running up and down your slit, eyes peering up to meet yours.
“y-yeah, fuck.” you whine. he hums in agreement against you and grabs at your thighs, bringing you impossibly closer to his lips with a moan. you were practically grinding your cunt on his face at this point, unable to sit still. he took notice into this and held your hips down, pulling away from your pussy which caused you to whine. “uh uh, stay still.” he orders.
once your hips are pinned down successfully, he resumes his sloppy assault on your cunt. this time, so much slower; practically lazily. he was doing this on purpose of course, to tease you. he wanted to see your hips squirm against nothing, unable to move, and to see more tears spilling down your cheeks.
he traced circles around your clit with his tongue ever so gently, running his tongue down your slit before licking into your gushing hole. he thrusts his tongue in and out of you softly, nose pressed against your clit and cheeks squished against your dripping cunny. the mixture of spit and slick was so messy and couldn’t help but hiccup, tears begin streaming down your hot cheeks once more. you reach out, hand searching to grab something; the sheets, his hair, anything. he smiles against your cunt, bringing his hand up to intertwine with yours.
“denki, it’s s’good. w-wanna cum, please!” you moan brokenly, body trembling with inescapable desire. you could only assume how embarrassing you sounded, hiccuping and begging as if you were a little child throwing a fit.
he brings his mouth back to your puffy clit, grazing it over with his teeth gingerly before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls away and presses another kiss to it, eyes peeking up from in between your legs to see the way tears webbed through your eyelashes and your lips trembled. “shhh,” he coos. “ ‘s okay baby.” he grazes his thumb over your inner thigh reassuringly, silently telling you he’ll take care of you.
you throw your head back against the cushiony pillows once he resumes licking and lapping at your clit, sucking at the bud until it was raw and twitching against his lips. you were so close, he could see and feel your thighs trembling around his head. he was just as and arguably more eager than you were to feel you cum on his tongue. he needed to feel you drench his chin in slick once more, to hear the way you babbled and cried out, and to watch the way your breasts bounced slightly as you shook and gushed. he brought two fingers up to your drooling hole, seething themselves inside you once more in an attempt to bring you over the edge faster.
you felt your impending orgasm as he sucks and spits around your folds, fingering and scissoring your pussy open as his fingers brush over the spongy spot inside you. before you could even comprehend it, you’re gushing and leaking all over his wrist. he just smirks against you, licking at your clit. he can’t contain his amusement as you cream over his face and wiggle underneath his grip, cumming real nice ‘n hard on his tongue once more.
before he can even register it, he’s bucking his hips into the soft mattress underneath him and cumming untocuhed with his face buried in your cunt. he’s moaning into your messy folds; the taste of you and the feeling of his cock twitching and leaking cum in his pants becoming overbearing.
“that’s it, good girl. you’re so good for me pretty baby.” he whispers, out of breath from his orgasm. his thumb grazes over your knuckles as his hand stays intertwined with yours. you have to practically push him away with your hand, his tongue feeling all too much against your sensitive cunt at this point. he manages to detach himself from you though he wanted to feel you do that on his face half a dozen times more. your slick was visibly running down his chin and onto his neck, a few droplets getting onto his white cotton shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
he makes his way up your body once both of your orgasms have subsided, hands finding their way to your tear stained cheeks and caressing them gently with his thumbs. he presses his lips to both of your cheeks, to the tip of your nose which made you giggle, to your forehead, and then finally to your lips. he whispered praises into your ear, mumbling how good you were for him, how pretty you looked cumming for him, and how lucky he is to have you. all as you press kisses to his cheeks and thread your fingers through his hair.
”oh. oh- denki, do you want me to...?” you question, pulling your head away, eyes flickering over the crotch of his black ripped jeans. you assumed after making you cream on his tongue twice and putting your pleasure happily in front of his own, that his cock was impossibly hard and searching for relief. his cheeks flush rosy pink, eyelashes fluttering shut bashfully and burying his head in your neck for a reason you hadn’t understood yet. he shyly lifts his head and meets your eyes, making sure you saw the obvious flickering his eyes did from yours to the crotch of his pants.
it wasn’t clicking for you.
“i kinda...” he starts, burying his head back in your neck with a groan. once you put the pieces together and gather what he was suggesting, you gasped; mouth dropping open in exasperation. did he really just cum from eating you out? the thought itself sent heat rushing to your cheeks, your chest fluttering, and heat pooling in your tummy.
“denki... did you-, you liked it that much?”
“shut up.”
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for @hajiswife lol u asked for a dt months ago and i’m SO sorry this is so late but i hope u enjoy love <33