chat this is my first ever kinktober post 😁🥳
it’s kinda gay but yeah mdni enjoy some soft!dom sero x whatever-the-fuck-denki-is x reader oneshot type shit idk the word count all ik is that im horny asf ENJOYYYY
“hanta?” denki finds it so cute how out of it you are right now. “oh, no, baby. no, no, this is denki.”
he punctuates his name with another roll of his hips into your sweet, tight pussy. fuck, the way you’re gushing around him makes him suck his teeth with a hiss, eyes rolling for a second like he’s about to lose his grip.
“hanta?” is what you groan in reply, muffled into your pillow, drool leaking out the corner of your mouth.
denki barks out a laugh. he can’t see your face, but he can see the delicious arch of your back, the way your thighs tremble against the sheets. he digs his fingers harder into your waist just to watch you shiver. “y’know, sweets, i can’t tell if you’re trying to rile me up or…”
he slams his hips forward again, the wet smack echoing through your room.
“...or if i’ve fucked all the sense outta you already.”
you mumble something incoherent, barely a whisper, voice sticky-sweet and useless, but denki doesn’t let it go that easily.
“i don’t think i heard you right, sweets,” and his tone is so mocking, so sarcastic, so fucking breathless, like he’s trying to hold back a laugh, it makes your walls pulse and he replies with a hiss. “you wanna repeat that f’me?”
you suck in a deep breath, brace yourself up on shaky forearms so you’re not plastered face-down anymore.
and you would’ve thought denki was the one getting dicked down, the way he’s panting. eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated, eyebrows scrunched like he’s trying to keep himself together. the way he’s trembling, swallowing his whimpers down like a bitch.
your voice is hoarse when you finally speak.
denki stills instantly. and his mouth moves but no words form, like he can’t even fathom an answer, because what the fuck?
as if you weren’t screaming his name, not hanta’s, while riding his face almost an hour ago. he rolls his tongue across his teeth and he can still taste you on his gums. in the back of his throat. his eyes roll back at the memory, because you had absolutely loved him then.
and he made you come over and over and over again. real fucking orgasms. full body trembling, squirting all over his mouth, till you were dripping down his chin, type of orgasms.
and now, you have the audacity to say that denki kaminari can’t fuck?
“y’know what, where’s my phone?” he huffs, but you’re already pointing lazily at the dresser where he left it.
he scoffs again at your fucking audacity, but he can’t deny the way his dick twitches inside of you. because he’d be lying if he said that he doesn’t love the way you always know what you want.
“you want me to call him, right?” yeah he can complain all he wants, but even you can feel the way his cock is drooling inside you. because deep down, denki loves being told what to do. “that’s what you want? fine. i’ll fucking call the bastard, yeah.”
“thank youuu,” you sing back and send him the prettiest fucking dick drunk smile he’s ever seen, that he almost forgets himself, until the line picks up.
“dude, what the fuck do you want?”
sero’s voice filters through, a little crackly with distance and background traffic. the casual annoyance in his tone sends a spike of arousal straight through denki's gut.
you can tell, because his hips jerk on instinct, rocking slowly back into you. grinding subconsciously. like the slut he is.
“hello? bro? i’m gonna be like twenty minutes there’s—”
you roll your eyes. not in a sexy way. in pure exasperation. your thighs are sticky, clit aching, the itch you have has not yet been scratched, and now denki’s frozen in some sort of bisexual daze of arousal and can’t speak properly.
you snap your fingers at him, weakly but enough, that he blinks like he’s just woken up. coughs into the mic, “sorry, dude, i just— i need some assistance right now.”
denki’s fumbling with the cell. his palms are sweaty and he's trying to balance it in one hand while his other digs bruises into your hip. his gaze keeps dropping down to where you’re stretched around him, whimpers catching in his throat whenever he catches a glimpse of the milky wetness coating the base of his cock.
“put it on speaker,” you croak, throat raw, and gesture to the pillow beside your head.
he obeys immediately, phone thunking down beside you.
“hanta?” you murmur, soft, sweet, wrecked.
you pussy clenches at the sound of his voice, you can picture the way he’d grin and stroke down your back. and you’re sure denki can too, with the way he groans and shoves himself deeper inside you, knuckles white where he grips your sides.
“wait— you guys started without me? you’re kidding?”
“bro, she came home begging to sit on my face?" denki’s voice cracks, half defensive, half smug. his hips stutter as he says it, like he’s trying to prove the point with the way he buries himself deeper into you. "was i supposed to say no?”
there’s a pause on the line, a rush of wind and muffled traffic noise before sero’s voice cuts back in, lazy and low. “and how long were you eating her out?”
denki snorts, shaky, sweat dripping down his temple. “i dunno? how the fuck am i meant to—shit—ngh— remember that?" he’s gesturing even as he says it, palm slapping against your hip for emphasis, nearly knocking the phone off the pillow. "you think i’m checking the fucking clock while munching?”
you groan into the sheets, too gone to lift your head, but the speaker crackles again with sero’s dry laugh before he asks, “ok… how many times did you make her cum?”
denki hesitates, breath hitching as your cunt squeezes around him. “ummm, maybe twice—”
your voice, hoarse but clear, cuts in without lifting from the pillow: “—three times.”
denki groans, tips his head back with a dramatic roll of his eyes, and huffs into the phone, “she’s saying three.”
sero chuckles into the receiver, and the air in the room feels heavier. denki’s brows are drawn tight as he trying to focus on the other guy's words and not get lost in the sensation of you clamping around his cock like a fucking vice.
“and lemme guess?” sero drawls through the crackle of speakerphone, the hum of his car engine faint underneath his voice. “you creamed yourself while you was eating, so now you’re hella sensitive.”
denki chokes on a breath, hips faltering mid-thrust. his hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his jaw. “yeah—uhh—ngh— no shit.” he sounds ruined, whining into the back of your shoulder like admitting it makes him ache more.
sero laughs low, warm and condescending. “rookie mistake. now she’s gonna be all hungry for dick, and i bet she said you’re not fucking her properly.”
your nails dig crescents into the sheets. something about the way they're talking about you like you're not even there, has your pussy drooling.
denki groans, offended, chest heaving against your back. “which really hurt my feelings, by the way.”
“nahhh,” sero’s voice drops half an octave, and you can hear the grin in it even through static. “don’t take it personal. you know what you’re good for.”
denki jerks his head up, glaring down at the phone like it personally insulted him as he whines out. “dude, stop talking like that.”
“awhhh,” sero coos, mock-sweet. “am i making it worse?”
denki’s thrusts stutter, his face twisted tight with frustration. “stop it.”
there’s a pause, then sero’s tone sharpens. “you try putting your fingers in her mouth yet?”
denki sputters, cock aching at sero’s words.. “how am i supposed to put my fingers in her mouth, and play with her clit, and rub her nipples—” his voice cracks on a moan, his hips rutting forward helplessly. “i only have two hands.”
you choke out a laugh, wrecked and shaky, while sero chuckles deep and smug. “he’s got a point. baby, you are super high maintenance.” his voice is aimed at you now, sliding down your spine like silk.
denki mutters, breathless, “see? this is a two-man job. hurry up and get home.”
sero hums, and you can hear his blinker clicking faintly in the background. “you’re gonna keep edging yourself until i get there?”
denki’s head falls forward, his lips brushing your ear as he groans, “if you want me to?”
there’s a beat of silence. then sero’s voice, steady and cruel and sweet all at once:
“good boy. i’ll see you in five.”
