That question had lead you to your current situation; laying on your bed with your legs spread, being fingered and edged by your boyfriend for what feels like hours. Hanta had made you squirt on his cock before, but curiosity got the better of him and he wanted to do a little experiment with your capabilities. You'd long since started crying, more overstimulated than you'd ever been, tears staining your cheeks. You had a death grip on his forearm, your nails digging into his flesh and leaving indents.
"Hanta," you hiccup, "it hurts."
"Yeah? You need me to stop?"
You shake your head frantically, moaning as he pounded your g-spot with three fingers.
"Thought so," he smirked. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna let you cum soon, okay? And you're gonna make a nice, big mess for me, right?"
"Yeah!" Your voice comes out sounding small, not much more than a squeak. Your chest heaves and your muscles twitch, your senses all in overdrive.
"Good girl... You ready? I'm gonna go harder. Then you're gonna hold it in until I count to three. Sound good, baby?"
You can't speak. That last squeak of a word was the last noise to escape you, taking your voice with it all together. You nod quickly, ready for the sweet release you desperately needed. Ready for it for the past hour.
Hanta quickened his movements, a disgusting squelch and the slap of his palm making contact with your mound with each inward thrust the only sounds in the room. Your body had already started to shake before he brought his other hand to your sensitive, deprived clit and began rubbing it. He kissed your slacked jaw as silent gasps racked your body, heat filling you and shooting down to your lower half.
"Wait until three," Hanta reminded you in a devilish whisper. "One..."
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears like a wild stampede, anticipation swarming your fucked out brain. You still were incapable of making any noise, all of your energy going towards not cumming.
"Two..."
Your toes were curling and your nails dug deeper into Hanta's arm, likely starting to pierce his skin. It took every ounce of strength you had left in your body to hold out for that last number. You'd swear he was dragging it out longer just to watch you fight to hold it in for him.
"... Three. Cum, baby."
Finally you cried out in pleasure as your whole body spasmed, shockwaves coursing through you as you came so hard you were seeing white. The moment your orgasm hit you, Hanta removed his fingers from your cunt and focused solely on your clit, watching as your squirt shot across the room, landing on the floor in front of a pair of shoes.
Denki stood in the now open doorway to your bedroom, face flushed and eyes glazed over while you were still laying trembling, unaware of the extra presence in your home.
Hanta looked at him a raised brow, incredulous at the turn of events but proud of how far you managed to squirt. "Fuck," he practically laughed, "that was so fucking good."
"You guys... Left your door unlocked," Denki breathed, eyes still locked on your poor, twitching pussy. "I didn't hear anything in here so I thought you were just-" He didn't finish his sentence, distracted by a small sob and moan coming out of you. You were slowly starting to come back down to earth. Hanta soothed you, kissing your hairline and murmuring things Denki couldn't make out into your ear.
He should leave the fucking room. But it was like he was glued to the floor or hypnotized by the sight in front of him.
"What'd you think?"
"Huh?" Denki asked dumbly.
"I said, what'd you think?" Hanta repeated. "Impressive, right? My girl's got a super soaker."
You whined in embarrassment, slapping your boyfriend's chest before you buried your face into it.
"Never seen a woman actually do that before," Denki said. "Only in porn."
"Yeah?" Hanta wrapped you in his arms. "It's not hard to do. Not with her, anyway. You wanna try it sometime?"
Denki's cock, already rock hard from walking in on his close friends in bed, twitched in his pants. He had to take a second to adjust himself, and when he was done you could see you were peaking at him from the safety of your lover's arms.
"You serious?"
"She likes attention," Hanta told him. "Bet if I hadn't edged her for so long she'd be ready to go again right now."
"You can make me squirt next time," you tell him sweetly, as if you were offering him a slice of cake. "Maybe you can try to make it go farther."
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content: boy’s night is always full of shitty dares that make the guys feel cool. denki get’s dared to bring back your underwear but what he doesn’t know is that…you’re one step ahead of him. wc: 3k
pairing: college student!denki kaminari x f!reader
contains: oral | f receiving, praising, squirting and language !!
notes: guys…be nice with this work…it’s my first time ever posting something like this…be nice <3 be aware of errors and reblogs would be appreciated. !!
It was boys’ night at the dorm. Denki and his frat friends were scattered around the living room area of Bakugou and Kirishima’s dorm apartment. They were all laughing and drinking while spitting out “extreme” dares at each other.
“Kaminari, since you claim to be such a lady’s man, I dare you to…” Kirishima placed a finger on his chin and looked up. Denki stared at the redhead with a smile, waiting for a silly dare to come out of Kirishima’s mouth.
Denki’s smile faded once Kirishima wiped the smile off his face and now had a huge grin. “I dare you to get Y/N’s underwear…right now” everyone in the room ‘ooh’ and now Denki wasn’t feeling so daring.
He wondered how he was going to do it. How was he going to walk over to your apartment and kindly ask you for your underwear? Just thinking about it made him cringe because he liked you, and a bit too much so the idea of going to your apartment in the middle of the night because of some silly dare made him wonder what were you going to think of him. Denki was about to back down but as soon as his mouth opened, Kirishima spoke first. “If you backed down, I think something worse might happen.” the redhead waved his phone with Denki’s old tweets and photos. He knew he was fucked both ways but one would hurt less than the other, so he stood up.
“Atta boy, go get that underwear.” Mineta, still smaller than everyone, patted Denki on the back. He took a deep breath before opening the door, he looked behind him, everyone was staring back with smirks and grins on their faces. He hated them all, they all knew what they were doing and Denki was not grateful for it.
The blonde closed the door behind him and stared at the one in front of him. 317, your apartment was just across Bakugo’s. You’re the reason why he is always over and why boys’ night takes place at the Blonde’s apartment. You lived with Mina and Momo, and the three of you always made “special” appearances on some boys’ nights. You would just go into the apartment and play pranks on the guys, just to annoy them.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights, tonight was different and probably the last time Denki would ever talk to you.
He knocked on your door, and he waited with both of his hands in his pocket, as sweat rolled down his back. The door opened and revealed a tired looking you. Your hair was messy, probably from being in bed and your clothes screamed that it was time to sleep. But your face was neater than ever, smooth and soft. “Oh hi Denki, what’s up?” you questioned innocently.
You weren’t clueless. You knew why he was over. If boys’ night ever taught you something it was that boys will make the dumbest dares just to have something to laugh at later and Denki standing before you meant that he was there because of a dare.
“Nothing really, I just got bored over there, bakugo started to explain why we are playing guitar hero wrong.” Denki looked down at you, he laughed at his own lies, and smiled softly. You followed along. “Sounds like him, come in.” you moved out of the way and gave him some space to come in.
“I also came to see how you were doing, it’s been a while.” He stood awkwardly in the dining area. You smiled to yourself and locked the door before turning to him. “I’m okay, just very stressed, my classes are getting out of control and so is my work, so I'm super busy” you smiled at Denki as you walked past him.
“Want something to drink?” you opened the fridge “we have water, beer, and uh…vodka” you grin. “I’m guessing that’s Momo’s?” he laughed, walking over to the kitchen. “Yup, she’s sharing tho.” you shrugged. When he met your eyes, he was greeted by a weird look. Your eyes were narrowed, they weren’t as wide as they usually are. You had a soft smirk on your lips, that was soon replaced by a pout because of his silence. “Something you’re interested in?” you fixed your leaning poster.
Denki was snapped back into reality at the sudden movement. He pecked into the fridge. “I’ll have a beer” you nodded and grabbed the cold can. He thanked you with a mumble and went on to open it. “So, Denki…” you walked over to the counter. He follows your body until you turn around, and his eyes meet yours. “Why are you really here?” you cock your head to the side, a smile trying to break your pursed lips.
Denki’s face shifts. He tried to keep his eyes from going wide and his face from heating up, but that was impossible. He takes a nervous sip from his beer before setting it on the counter. He swallows hard before looking back at you. "I-uh...shit." he drops his head. You couldn't help but giggle at his uneasy state. "You really think I wouldn't put two and two together, now did you Denki?" His nervous eyes scan your features. He was looking for the anger in your eyes or in your body language, but he saw nothing but an unusual aura.
"What's the dare?" you cocked your head to the side, smiling all the way. Denki's breath hitched, and he hid his eyes with his hand. "I have to bring back your underwear," he mumbles into his hand that rode down his face. Denki's eyes open when he hears you laughing. He sees your body lean forward as you laugh loudly "You boys and your silly dares." you clean the tears that welled up in the corner of your eyes and turn to face him. "That's it? Just my underwear?" He nods his head.
Denki has no idea what to do. Hearing you laugh at his friend's dare made him feel relieved that you were taking it in a good way, but something was still feeling off. He could not point it out.
"Y-Yeah, just that...Look, I'm so sorry about this." you leave the kitchen area, and Denki follows close behind. "I'll tell them you refused or you weren't home. You don't have to give me anything."
You had to stop mid-way into your room. "Denki, it's okay. It's silly underwear, right?" He nodded but got confused by your question. You smiled and went to your closet. "What's your favorite color?" you leaned forward, teasingly moving your hips from side to side as you opened the cabinet.
Denki had trouble focusing on his answer. The wide open cabinet of endless underwear made his mind wander further to what you would look like wearing every single one of them, how sexy would you look with them ripped apart to be able to get to your cunt-
"Denki?" the blonde snapped back to life. You wore a pout on your lips while you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Too many colors to choose from?" He shakes his head "what's the matter Denki? You've been acting so weird." Denki sighs, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I'm not mad or anything. If that's what's bothering you. I just find it really funny, that’s all." Denki shakes his head with a frown "No, it's not that, and uh my favorite color is blue.” You nodded to his answer, turning to look into the cabinet, but you didn't see any blue underwear. That's when you remember that you were wearing it. You turn to Denki while an idea forms in your head.
You see Denki and he looks embarrassed enough that he wants to be swallowed by your apartment floor, and the fact that his friends dared him to get your underwear could mean that they wanted to see if he really had the balls to do something so "extreme". So you wanted to help him prove his friends wrong. You suck on your front teeth before turning to him. "I'm sorry, Denki." you pouted while closing the cabinet. "It turns out I’m wearing them..." you close the closet.
He follows your every move. He was asking himself why you couldn't give him another pair and why you asked for his favorite color in the first place. It took him a few seconds to create many possibilities, but he didn't want to lead himself on, because after-all he is dirty-minded and could take a situation for something that's not.
While his mind drifted, you were walking to your bed, sitting on the edge of it while you stared up at the clueless boy. "If you really want to complete that silly dare, why not make it worthwhile? You did make an effort to get it done." you shrug.
"Y/N-" you grabbed his shirt and pulled him close "wanna prove them wrong?" you smiled, your doe eyes glittering. He nodded eagerly, hypnotized by how pretty you looked. He started to feel adrenaline rush through his body, it made him pick up your face to kiss you, but you stopped him.
"Here's what we are going to do." you kept your finger on his lips and let go of his shirt. He watches you as you take off your pajama shorts and reveal the lacy blue underwear. Denki was on the verge of letting a drool run down his chin. "You're not allowed to take them off." you grabbed his chin with a finger, guiding his eyes to meet yours. "If you make me come...you can have them. If not, then you go empty-handed." you pouted mockingly.
Denki's eyes widened slightly. He's known you most of his life, and not once did he ever picture you to be this...playful and daring. That teasing smile on your face made him feel so many things, and his body ached. "you think you can do it?" you pulled him closer by the chin, feeling his breath on your lips. He nobs. It's the only thing he can do since he's so stunned.
"Speak, Kaminari." he went dizzy. Out of nowhere, he forgot how to breathe. "y-yeah, yeah, I can do it." he nodded along with his words. You smiled, satisfied with his answer.
"Don't be a coward now, and show me how girl crazy you are. I wanna see if you're all bark and no bite." You pulled him into a rough kiss. It caused your teeth to clash with each other. Your mouths moved in sync, and you noticed how greedy Denki was getting and decided to let him lead.
He moved hungrily. He wanted to taste every corner of your mouth, every inch of it, and he was not aware of how hard he was pressing into you, but you loved it. Finally, his tongue grazed your lower lip, and you gladly opened your mouth wider for him. You then felt his hand snake its way to your waist. It went down to your thighs, caressing them, and up to your hips. He pulled away from the kiss and adjusted you on the bed, pushing you from your hips to drag you further into the bed so it would be comfortable for him to go down on you.
But the view. Oh, the view was too much for him. His eyes were eating every aspect of your body, admiring how smooth your skin was, how good your tits looked on your thin strap shirt, the way your neck was so visible it looked so good for him to suck and bite on.
"What's the matter, denki? having second thoughts?" you smiled, looking at his tall figure. The blonde was about to speak when a ding came from your phone. You groaned, watching Denki reach for it. His face goes red before he hands it to you, looking away from you to hide his flustered face.
It was a text from Kirishima asking you if Denki was over at your apartment. You giggled, throwing the phone behind you. "you better hurry up." you played with the hem of your underwear, bringing it up and then letting it slap into your skin.
Denki stares at your cunt through the underwear, he was looking at the mold of your p lips. He wanted to fuck you so bad, his cock was twitching and aching to feel something else than fabric, but he was too scared to ask for more. He let out a groan and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks.
He wanted to see your reaction when his fingers made contact with your clothed cunt. It wasn't much, but you were so sensitive that just his thumb circling on your clit made a moan reach your throat, but you stopped it. He saw it, the way your mouth opened and your eyes almost went shut.
He went faster, moving his thumb on your clit in ways you've never experienced. The feeling of pleasure felt like lighting through your body. You started to lose control of your hips, and they began to rock against his fingers. He laughed at your pathetic movement and finally found his voice.
"It's sad, right? That you only asked for this? yeah, it's too bad." Your eyes finally shut when his fingers moved quicker, side to side. "I could've fucked you so good, but oh well." he shrugged, removing his hand from your cheeks. The action made you open your eyes and look at him. He was lowering himself on you, and you wondered what he was going to do.
"what-" a moan interrupted your words when his tongue made contact with your clothed cunt. Usually, it felt uncomfortable- to have your underwear on while you try to ride your pillow or use your fingers, but this felt so good.
Denki licked your cunt once, then two, then three, and so on, and it made you dizzy. You hated yourself for only allowing him to make you feel good with your damn underwear on, but you were not regretting it.
Denki looked up at you, his sloppy tongue licking hard on your cunt while his thumb was pressed on your clit. He watched you as you tried to find a place to put your hands. They moved from your head to your face, then to the mattress beneath you. Watching you so desperate made him go harder. His tongue now moved alongside his thumb.
"Denki!.." you cupped your mouth right after your sinful scream. "oh my g-" you took deep breaths, trying to keep up with his movements, but your mind was getting clouded. You were close, and he knew once your hand reached his hair, you buckled your hips and made him press harder into your cunt.
"de-denki...I'm so -close," you warned. The blonde was deep into your cunt. He couldn't think straight because he was focused on hearing that final scream. "That's it pretty, cum all you want, and make sure to make a mess, okay?" he smiled, letting his thumb finish the job.
"fu-fuck fuck fuck" you covered your face.
"fuck." you say again. This time with your body relaxed. Denki looks down at your underwear and then at you after you uncover your face. "did...did I just make you squirt?" you groan at his words and nod. He chuckled, running a hand through his head. "That's fucking awesome." he smiled down at his work.
"If I knew you were this fun with dares, I would've avoided posting all those embarrassing pictures and tweets," he smirks down at you. You shake your head. "take the underwear off." you said, pushing your legs up from the bed. He noticed the blush on your cheeks and laughed.
"Don't be embarrassed Y/N. You did a really good job." his hand cupped your jaw. You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away. "whatever." He chuckled at your reaction and managed to kiss you on the cheek.
Denki took the underwear off, and strings of cum extended, as the damp lace underwear was removed from your soaked cunt. He looked at it, amazed at what a woman can do. But he turns to you with an unsure expression.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to take it?" To his question, you nodded without looking at him. You were reaching for a loose shirt to clean up the mess he'd made. "That was the whole point of this, Kaminari." you managed to smile.
Still unsure, he nodded and kept it in his hand. "Just bring it back when your silly boy's night is over." you threw the shirt into the closet and sat up straight. "yeah, of course." he stood from the bed with his eyes glued to yours. He sees the way you look at him. All the embarrassment had vanished, and your eyes were filled with lust once again.
"I'll be going now." he smiled nervously. You hummed with a nod and got up from the bed putting your pants back on and following him out of your apartment. You watched as he reached for the doorknob and opened the door, fully aware you were watching his every move.
"Dude! there you are. What took you so long? I was about-" Kirishima's voice boomed through the hallway. It made you laugh into your hand. You waved at the boys, who could see you from their spots on the couch. "Make sure you don't forget to bring that back...You might get something in return." Before Denki could react, you had closed the door and left him with widened eyes and excitement rushing to his dick.
"That's not what I think it is...is it?" Mineta looks at the underwear in Denki's hand as if it was an artifact from B.C. Denki smiled at him and waved it around.
Just a thing I wrote when I should have been writing something else.
Warnings: NSFW, fingering, quirk use, porn watching, squirting, overstimulation, semi-public (In front of sleeping people), if you feel that I need to add a warning please let me know.
Word Count: 1.7 K
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“Y/N watch this,” Denki motioned you over, his eyes glued to his phone screen. You grabbed your drink and came around the couch to see what his attention was on. You felt his free hand reach out to grab your waist, pulling you down onto his lap and wrapping his arm around you loosely as you watched the screen laughing at the video playing.
You took a sip of your drink, continuing to watch as he flipped through videos and memes on his social media, smiling or laughing when particularly funny ones popped up. It was getting late and for the most part the party that was going on was wrapping up. Your friends all either bailing out or curling up on some piece of furniture or the floor to fall asleep. It was early in the morning at this point almost 3 am per Denki’s phone. You waved as the last of the party goers that were awake dipped out of Denki’s apartment door. Aside from the snoring coming from the chair several feet away, and the occasional mumble that was coming from the floor behind the couch, it was just the two of you.
Not that you minded. You and Denki hung out all the time alone, and you definitely didn’t mind what happened when you did. You weren’t going out, not even a little bit, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun together.
ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?
Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.
Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.
For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.
"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.
"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."
"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"
And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.
The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.
Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.
And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.
"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"
"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.
"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."
"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.
He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.
And you did this within limits. Of course.
Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.
Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.
“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”
The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.
Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.
You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.
“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.
Right?
Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.
“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.
“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”
He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.
The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.
The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.
Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.
So that’s how you wanna play, hm?
Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.
Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.
He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.
A plan begins forming in your head.
You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.
Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.
You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.
Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.
Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.
You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.
And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.
He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.
But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.
Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.
The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.
He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.
The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.
You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.
You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.
And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.
You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets
The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.
Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.
“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”
His brain short circuits.
Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.
His name just left your mouth.
You said his name. You begged for him.
Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.
Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.
For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.
He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.
“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.
You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.
“Answer.” he growls in your ear.
“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”
Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.
“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile, feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.
You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.
And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.
With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.
Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.
For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.
“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.
Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.
His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them. You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.
You crave more.
You shouldn’t.
Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.
But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.
Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.
The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.
You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.
Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.
Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.
Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.
Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you as you become impossibly tighter around him.
“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.
You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.
With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.
You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde chases down his own release.
“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.
A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.
Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.
“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.
He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.
“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.
But Kaminari’s much faster.
“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”
The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.
It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself.
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Warnings: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, groping, coercion, humiliation, rough sex, black mail, dubcon (drinking and drugs involved), exhibitionism, cervix fucking (?), mean denki, dry humping, oral (m and f receiving), gang bang, voyeurism, afab fem reader
Hi my loves I hope you enjoy this, please heed the warnings tho!! This is a lot darker than my other drabbles <3
Scummy boy denki who gropes you when you give him a hug, not even trying to be subtle when he’s grabbing your ass or tits. Who laughs when you yelp because he pinches your nipple too hard, giggling when you scream cause he welts your bruised ass that’s still healing from him smacking it.
Who gets you to fuck him in his dorm at university and then tells all his friends about it; telling Sero, Shinsou, Kirishima, even goddamn Bakugou about how wet and tight your cunt is. How much of a slut you are, letting him bend you over his shitty twin sized bed and pounding you till you went numb. Who shoves his phone in their faces and shows them the nudes you sent him, of you spreading your pussy lips in front of your mirror or you in the pretty little lingerie sets he makes you buy.
Scummy boy denki who’s always peer pressuring you into joining his parties and then shoves a joint into your mouth, making you chug grey goose or whatever cheap alcohol he could get his hands on. “Just a few drinks.” He whines, refilling your cup over and over till it’s more than a few drinks. Mixing your liquor and drugs, making you blacked out and whiny. Waits for you to come onto him, and palm at his boxers.
Let’s you hump him like a dog in the middle of the party, dress pooled around your waist as you grind against his bulge, the rest of his friends grinning on the couch and laughing. Whispers in your ear about how good you look riding him in front of all these people, doesn’t even say anything to the ones who pull out their phone to record. And then when you yell and cry the next morning he’s saying, “that was all you baby, you’re the one who decided to be a whore.” While smoothing your back and nipping your neck, dipping his hands into your skirt and petting your cunt, and while you snivel at how your reputation is ruined he’s pinching your clit and telling you a way that he knows to make you feel better.
Scummy boy denki who doesn’t want a real relationship, won’t call you his girlfriend and gags you try and act all lovey dovey, but god forbid you go on a date with another person. Suddenly their dropping you and calling you a slut, because someone anonymously sent them videos of you gagging on an certain blondes dick. And when you come banging on his door, he’s pulling you inside and pretending to be sorry. Eats you out so that till you forget the reason you were mad at him. Pushing his head away because he won’t stop.
Scummy boy denki who fucks you in public because he loves when you’re humiliated, likes taking you to the communal showers right after games and brutally pounding your sopping cunt till you cream and gush all over his hips. Revels in the way you start to sob because you can hear the laughing and schlick pumps of the other guys jerking their dicks in their fists. Who grips your plushy sides and makes sure he hits your cervix till your legs wobble, knees buckling as you black out from the pain and pleasure.
Scummy boy denki who lets his friends use you. Tells ‘em your free range, and that they can fuck you whenever, wherever they want. Likes to watch you choke and drool over Sero’s long dick, throat bulging as tears stream down your face. Pumps his cock while he watches you struggle to fit Katsuki’s thick cock till your split open and ruined for anybody else. But his favorite part is to see you absolutely wrecked and stretched from all of them, thinking Bakugo was the worst of them, till Kirishima is stepping forward and can’t even get his head into your loose pussy.
Watches you drop your jaw and barely be able to push Eijiro’s hips away from you, watching his friend pin down your wrists and bottom out all the way until his hips are flushed to the back of your thighs. Who cant look away at the sight of you spasming over his cock, creaming already before he even pounds into you. Denki who’s got a tight grip on his leaky cock as he watches you get broken by all of his friends.
Scummy boy denki, who is your savior by the end of the night. Fucking you one last time and filling your overused pussy with the last round of cum. Your poor womb flooded with multiple rounds, so fucking full you swear you’re gonna leak for days. And because he’s a piece of shit, he pushes on your lower tummy and watches the slick stream like a goddamn waterfall. Makes you jerk and orgasm one last time before your vision is fading into black. And denki is smiling and kissing your cheek. “Thanks for all the fun babe, I can’t wait to do this again.”
Scummy boy denki who leaves you like that in your room, passed out and covered in cum. Dried white on your chest and shoulders, covered practically in head to toe. Leaking pussy and all. Not bothering to clean you up or make sure you’re okay, who takes one last picture of your fucked out and jizz covered body and is leaving your room, whistling and grinning as he scrolls through the videos being sent to his phone by his friends.
But hey, at least he shut the door on his way out <3
a/n: i– i don't even know what to say. this came completely out of nowhere, but quite conveniently so as it was baby boy's birthday yesterday. so, uh, yeah, have this little treat ig (๑•́ω•̀)
warnings: uh okay this is filthy. smut, aged up characters, fem!reader, oral (f!receiving), daddy kink, fingering, drool, so much dirty talk jesus christ, praise, slight use of electrification, use of the words "cunt"/" cunny" and uhh i think that's about it
‣ denki, who's bored out of his mind, but who's thoughts always drift to you, your beautiful body, your sweet smile, your divine taste.
‣ denki, who's got an idea.
"babe?"
"hm?" you huff, flipping your hand in the air, close to your face because it was far too hot for your liking.
‣ denki, sliding off the couch and on his knees in front of you, big, golden eyes pleading yours to give him permission
"you up for this, angel?"
you glup as you nod eagerly, because who are you to deny him?
‣ denki, slowly ridding you of each article of clothing, softly tracing patterns across the newly exposed skin
"c'mon, cutie, don't be shy. spread 'em for me, would you? let daddy see what he's working with."
‣ denki, teasingly kissing your plush thighs, getting closer and closer to where you need him most, your pretty cunt glistening with arousal, eyes sparkling with tears and lust
"denki, baby, please... please." you beg, making his cock twitch in his pants, that have become way too tight over the course of the last few minutes that he spent between your legs. however, he wasn't quite pleased with his nickname.
"come again, princess?" he breathes harshly as he slaps the inside of your thigh, patiently waiting for the words to form on your lips. after all, he was feeling quite generous today.
"f-fuck, daddy!" you whine and he groans, diving in and having a taste of your sweet pussy
‣ denki, with your thighs draped over his shoulders, looking at you menacingly while licking a thick, wet stripe across your slit
‣ denki, with his tongue bumping against your clit, circling it slowly before sucking harshly on the bud, making you cry out and clench, the sight driving him insane
‣ denki, groaning as he inserts one, and then two long fingers in your dripping cunny, pumping them at a rapid pace, making your breath hitch and your heels dig into his back
you shiver at his ministrations and watch and wither and wail as your jewel of a boyfriend devours you just the way you deserve
"daddy, i– fuck– i'm close da-ah!" you moan as his fingers found your sweet spot, abusing it to no end, drinking each and every one of your expressions.
"fuck, my baby, look at you." he breathes shakily as he detaches his mouth from you, spit connecting him to your lower lips, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"you're so cute, such a pretty girl for daddy, the prettiest girl. look at the show you're putting on for me, angel, look at how good i'm making you feel." you open your eyes to sneak a glance at his fingers, buried deep inside your tight, drooling cunny, making a mess of his digits, your wetness sliding down his wrist as he keeps fucking ruthlessly into you.
‣ denki, groaning and cursing under his breath as you clench at the filthy sight, deciding to pull his fingers out harshly and replacing them with his tongue before you could complain, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it fast
‣ denki, smirking proudly at the way you whimper as he zaps your clit gently, the shock of electricity only adding to the pleasure you were feeling, tightening the knot in your stomach that was threatening to break with every move of his tongue against your plush walls.
"a-ah, daddy! daddy, i– mhm! i'm so close, daddy, pleasepleaseplease–" you moan as your hand reaches down, searching for his own
"shh, i've got you, baby, i'm here." he speaks against you, grabbing your hand and squeezing tightly, reassuringly
‣ denki, with his eyes fixed on your face, sweat building above his brow and jaw starting to ache, but unable to tear his gaze from your countless expressions as all of it was becoming overwhelming, feeling your gummy walls clamping on his tongue and feeling your grip squeeze his hand like your life depended on it
"shit, look at how tight your cunt's squeezing me, angel, are you that close? yeah? then c'mon, cutie, cum for daddy."
‣ denki, with his mouth attached to your pussy, eating you out through your orgasm, drinking every single drop you have to offer, detaching himself from your poor cunt only when you shakily whimper "'s too much, denki"
‣ denki, savoring the way your eyes widen as he brings his fingers to your lips, watching as you obediently lick them clean, swiping his tongue over his own plump and (now) reddened flesh, moaning at your taste
denki kaminari, pro gamer and absolute shithead, loves to make you wear his headset as you cockwarm him during gaming sessions with the bois </3
— “game over.” + denki kaminari.
author’s note(s): cynnie !!! thank you for giving me an excuse to write gamer denki !!! i hope you like this baby :(( i hope i did this okay?
cw: smut, mdni 18+, voyeurism, cockwarming, pet names, gamer denki is a soft dom, reader has female anatomy but no pronouns are used.
it’s been an hour.
it’s been an hour since kaminari slid is dick between your needy folds, ordered you to sit still and stay quiet for him like a good, little kitten. an hour of hot, frustrating torture while you sit in your boyfriend’s lap and he games his little heart away.
you’ve got his headset on, mic turned on so that if you say a single word— denki’s teammates will pick on your needy whimpers and keeping quiet has been early impossible already, with the electric blonde himself shifting his hips every once in a while, tip bearing down harshly on your g-spot. it’s torture, to have something so good sitting in the base of your belly, twitching inside of you and taunting you while you sit teetering on the edge of euphoria— but your boyfriend could careless, amber irises darting across the screen while he devises a plan for his game accordingly.
you know that you’re capable of being well behaved for him, cockwarming kaminari until he’s ready to take you as he wills but you’re overwhelmed, needy, desperate for something and he hasn’t paid you any mind since pulling your panties aside and burying his cock in your heat. “denki…” your voice is light, undetectable over the mic so that his friends don’t hear you but only denki is able to pick up on the slight moan catching the tail end of your words. he hums once and leans his head on your shoulder, listening to his team over the headset. “denki.”
your assertive, yet unsteady voice pulls the blonde from his concentrated reverie— the sunshine in his eyes landing on you as he tilts head to the side to look at you. “hm? yeah baby?”
“need you,” comes your soft, breathless voice.
your eyes drop to the way denki’s fingers poke and prod at the controllers— face illuminated by the colours on his monitor. his hands are so pretty, slender fingers that could reach the deepest and intimate parts of you. at the thought, you squeeze down instinctively on his cock, shaft peeking through the zipper in his rough denim jeans. the material brushes your thighs, and you can’t help but think about how they’d burn at your skin when he fucked you.
for a moment denki’s chest heaves against your back, as he leans over you to get a better look at his screen— his hot breath stutters in your ear and his dick twitches as the base of your cervix, making your sweet juices drip down the front of his pants. you whimper feeling him press deeper into you. “what was that, baby?”
“denki—“ you try again, pleading him with your eyes that start to brim with a fresh set of tears. you hate his stupid game, you hate the voices of his teammates in your ear and you hate how pretty your boyfriend looks with his tongue darting out to wet his lips while he focuses on the match ahead.
but you’re lucky this time, for denki sits back in his gamers chair, pulling you back to lay in his chest and spreading your thighs as he spreads his— your legs hooked over the top. and once again with those pretty fingers, he settles his free hand on your lower tummy and presses down on the bulge he creates there.
“what’s the matter, kitten?” you feel denki grin lazily at the skin against your neck, just underneath your ear, hips grinding up into your increasingly wet sex— causing lines of your juices to run down his length and soak his rough jeans. your lips move to speak, an impending simper layered thick on your lips like lip gloss but kaminari silences you with a bite to your shoulder, tongue lapping cheekily over the now broken skin. “shhh, baby,” he taps your headset once as his fingers dance down to the lace hem of your panties that he’s pushed aside. “quiet, kitten, remember you’re still online.”
you could resent him for that, your handsome gamer boyfriend but then he’s forcing you to keep quiet as he starts up slow strokes of his hips between your thighs, shiny from how your cunt pulses and pushes nectar out onto kaminari’s lap. “but—“ you begin to blubber, hips shifting to match his shallow thrusts, fingertips pressing down hard on your clit. “i can’t...i can’t… i need you to fuck me, kami...please.”
there’s a beat of silence, from your boyfriend and his gamer friends on the other line but your brain is too hazy and fucked up to care— the only sounds you can focus on is the rhythmic clicking of denki’s controller in his unoccupied hand. “well, you know i can’t say no to you when you say please, kitten,” denki smiles so bright that you think you might be blinded by his light, your tummy warm with arousal at the anticipation of finally being dicked down like you deserve.
your fingers rush to take off the headset but you’re quickly stopped— denki’s large hand wrapping around your wrist and maneuvering your arm behind your back. “ah ah ah, cutie. you knew that i was busy, that they were there and you still wanted my attention. if you’d have kept quiet for a little longer, i would’ve given you watcha wanted too. but now you’ll take it, ‘n give the team a little motivation to pick up their slack so they can win this next game. got that?”
you hear the awkward, yet somewhat eager coughs of denki’s teammates over the headset and your body flashes with a burning heat—a cruel mix of lust flooding your bloodstream and overwhelming the system of your body. kaminari bottoms out inside of you; cursing at the tightness of your heat and how you selfishly suck him in, keep his cock resting against your gummy walls, costing him in what drools from your syrupy cunt.
you feel like you should be ashamed, being used as a tool to motivate denki’s team to do better— but you’re far too turned on to look deeper, ready for whatever you’re about to receive.
but then denki looks at you, amber eyes lined with warmth and a question that asks you whether or not you’re completely comfortable with what is about to transpire. “right baby?” he noses your neck, the fingers dancing delicately over your underwear rubbing in faster and circular motions— causing your breath to hitch. “you’ll give ‘em a reward for all their hard work?”
“god, yes, i will denki—just, please...” your back arches and kaminari takes the opportunity to grip your neck, forcing you forward onto his gamers set-up— your cheeks rest uncomfortably against the rainbow, flashing keyboard while he shoves up your clothes and pulls your underwear as far as he can go to delve deeper past your entrance.
he builds up a momentum, freehand sliding down to grip your hips while he lazily pays attention to the new game his teammates have started— hips snapping against yours with ever increasing ferocity until you have to lay still, lay numb as he your body ruts further up the set-up. your whines feed the team across the mic, pitch rising as denki gives you what you’ve been waiting for this whole time. abandoning the controller completely, both of his beautiful hands find purchase on the dips of your hips, pulling you back onto his hard cock, bearing down on your g-spot as stars start to flash behind your eyes.
denki kaminari is losing the game but he’s losing himself in the heat of your intoxicating body even more. he leans over your back, denim jeans scraping at your sensitive inner thighs and causing you to cry out from the rush of pleasure he sends down your spine. “that’s it kitten, suck down my cock for me yeah? so good for me.” he coos to you, a hand coming up to cup your throat and bring your head back to rest on his shoulder. then the electric blonde pulls the mic from your ear, breathily growling out to his team ( who you can hear getting off to the sound of your sex being destroyed ).
“now boys, if you can...fuck, if you can win this match— you’ll get to decide when my precious little kitty cums.” you choke back a sob as denki speaks, grasping at anything you can to stay steady as his balls slap against the curve of your ass.
you don’t dare to think about what will happen if they lose again, you don’t think you could hold out for denki even then.
you’re miserably watching shouto embrace his girlfriend, the hot July sun casting them in a golden glow. they're so perfect together- a beautiful, modelesque couple that looks like they walked right off the pages of Haute Living.
how could you ever think he’d like you back? you’ll only ever be his friend, someone who’s doomed to watch him from a bedroom in his hamptons home, hoping that one day, he’ll realize he loves-
“happy fourth of july,” someone drawls.
you whip around, eyes widening as sero, denki, katsuki, and eijirou stroll into the room. the hackles on the back of your neck rise.
“man, you look depressed.” denki peers out the open window. “ah. that’s why.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hiss, but you’re met with harsh laughter.
“oh, please, princess,” katsuki scoffs. “everyone knows you’re in love with him. it’s fuckin’ obvious.”
“what?” you swallow. “are you serious? like... everyone?”
he fixes his hard crimson eyes on yours. “yeah. everyone.”
your mind is reeling. shouto knows. he’s let you make a fool of yourself this entire time, feigning ignorance as you chased after him. tears spring to your eyes; you’ve never felt so furious and humiliated in your life, hands trembling as you realize that yes, you really aren’t good enough for him-
“whoa, whoa.” eijirou’s slid onto the sofa too, pulling your back to his chest in a kind embrace. you allow yourself to melt into his warmth, lip quivering as you try to shove down your grief.
“you’re too cute to look so sad,” he murmurs. “s’okay. there are plenty of other guys out there.”
“it’s embarrassing,” you mumble. everyone knew about shouto’s rejection but you. his friends are practically laughing at you in the face right now.
“yeah, it’s pretty bad,” katsuki snorts.
“don’t be an asshole.” sero crouches down in front of you, chin level with your bare knees. “baby, it’s okay. you have us! we’re buddies, right?
you’re trying to hide how nervous you are; they’re shouto’s best friends, not yours. in fact, you can’t even say you particularly like them; their reputation is infamous across your social circles.
but you’re pissed and hurt and desperate for any validation from attractive men. so you play along, mumbling, “yeah, of course.”
“awww!” eijirou tickles your sides, causing you to shriek with laughter, squirming around in his arms. “so sweet!”
“what a cutie,” sero laughs, resting his cheek on your thighs.
denki and katsuki don’t respond; they’re sprawled out on the couch across from you, sero, and eijirou, fat blunt in their hands. the dank smell of weed soon hangs in the air.
denki’s hazel eyes are hypnotizing.
“you smell so good,” sero murmurs. your tiny floral dress has ridden up just past your hips; a shudder runs through your body as sero slowly skims his lips up your bare thigh, playful gaze fixated on yours. eijirou’s laughing as you arch back against him, fingers dancing up above your breasts-
and then the reality of your situation hits you.
“stop teasing me,” you growl. the boys don’t miss the way your thighs clench together. “what are you trying to do?”
there’s a dark leer on katsuki’s face that terrifies you. eijirou and denki are chuckling like they’re sharing some sort of inside joke.
“sweetheart,” sero says, that cheeky smile still on his lips. “i’m tryna make you cream on my tongue.”
for a moment, you’re utterly dumbfounded. you wait for one of them to start laughing, break the joke.
but the only thing you’re greeted with are lustful stares and gentle fingers pressing into your skin.
“are you serious?” you finally squeak. “b- but- everyone’s watching-,”
“so?” denki shrugs.
they’re insane- this is why everyone thinks they’re total assholes. you’re about to shove eijirou off you, kick away sero as you stomp out the room-
and then you hear high-pitched giggling float in through the open window.
“shouto, no! don’t throw me in the pool!”
every muscle in your body tenses. sheer agony drips down your throat like molten honey. there’s a knowing smirk on sero’s face as he watches your face fall.
“think it’s time for you to have some fun of your own, yeah?”
you quietly look down at him.
and then whisper, “yeah.”
“finally,” denki groans, eyes bloodshot and hazy. he leans back into the sofa, utterly fixated on the way eijirou’s coaxing open your legs, how sero buries his face in your lace-clad cunt and takes a deep, staggering whiff, like he’s trying to memorize the scent of your body. it’s all so lewd; the sensation of his nose pressing against your clit tears an embarrassing whimper from your throat.
“fuck yeah.” katsuki’s staring you down like a predator, a cloud of smoke obscuring his features. “look at shouto’s girl getting all dirty for us-,”
i’m not his girl, you want to retort, but eijirou’s large hand pushes aside the lacy strap of your dress and your resentful responses get lost in blissful moans.
“like that, sweetheart?” you can feel the bass reverberate in eijirou’s throat as his lips nip at your jaw; the feeling of his hardness pressing against your ass as sero laps at your cunt sends your mind flying. if eijirou wasn’t holding your thighs open with his firm grip, you would’ve squirmed out of his lap ages ago.
“yeah- yeah, please don’t stop,” you garble as sero suckles at your puffy clit, fingers snaking up to slip through your glistening entrance. he’s eating you out like you’re doing him a favor, tongue greedily lapping up your juices as he pushes himself deeper, hisses of pleasure vibrating against your pussy.
you feel so fucking debased, naked except for the bunched silk fabric around your waist, being lewdly pleasured by two men as their friends watch. the beautiful, sunny afternoon makes it all seem even more ethereal; trysts like this should take place in dark, seedy sex dungeons, not cookie-cutter hamptons houses in the middle of the day.
“what a lying little whore,” katsuki drawls, pulling himself off the couch. you stare at him underneath half-lidded eyes as he stalks towards you. “thought you were supposed to be some smart, prude little princess. but you’re basking in this shit.”
“i- i can’t-,”
“i, i,” he cruelly mocks. “so cockdrunk you can’t even string a sentence together? what would shouto say?”
shouto wouldn’t care, he has a girlfriend, but you’re not thinking about that as eijirou sucks lovebites down your neck, as sero’s fingers crook up just right so you’re seeing stars with his every thrust, as denki languidly watches the scene in front of him with his weeping cock in his hand.
“you know what i think?” katsuki growls.
you’re blubbering as the tension in your stomach coils tighter and tighter, as your body begins trembling with the incoming signs of your orgasm.
he yanks your hair back, lowers his lips above yours.
“i think you’re just a dumb little girl who needs to be fucked.”
and a soundless cry seizes you as you wildly writhe against eijirou’s chest, utter euphoria crashing over your senses. distinctly you become aware of sero swearing, “fucking hell, she’s squirting,” but you’re flying so high above the ground the only thing you feel is white.
but katsuki doesn’t even wait till you land. he’s yanking you off of eijirou’s lap, positioning you on the moroccan-carpeted floor so your ass is up in the air. his movements are sloppy with his sativa high, clumsy desperation marring through his hardened exterior.
when he slaps your ass, it still stings, though.
“gonna take what i’ve fuckin’ wanted for ages,” katsuki slurs, slapping his hardened member on your pussy. “oi- don’t be a bitch, open your fuckin’ mouth.”
“yeah, sweetheart.” eijirou’s on his knees in front of you, fingers pumping around his thick cock. it’s huge- the biggest you’ve ever seen, bigger than katsuki and denki’s.
“i- i’m not good at this,” you stammer, terrified eyes seeking eijirou’s. “don’t have a lot of practice, i-,”
“fuck, she’s adorable,” sero exhales.
“don’t worry,” eijirou cooes, gently cupping your face. “i’m just going to fuck your face.”
“can’t believe shouto never tapped this,” denki whistles.
“his loss,” sero shrugs, stroking himself. “thought he’d hit it at least once, since he’d get all pissy when anyone said they were into her.”
through your aroused, needy haze, you vaguely puzzle together what he’s said- “wait, what?” you begin to ask-
then katsuki’s slowly pushing his swollen cockhead into your velvet walls.
“ah,” you sob in pain, collapsing back into a dazed stupor. eijirou’s pressing kisses all over your face and sero gently strokes your side and even katsuki murmurs, “you’re doing so well, c’mon, i know you can do this.”
you feel so overwhelmingly full, head thrown back as katsuki finishes bottoming out into your hot, sticky cunt. you’re clamping down on him like a fucking vice and katsuki feels like he’s on cloud nine; they’ve all dreamed of fucking shouto’s most off-limits friend for so long. and you feel as wonderful as they thought you would, tight fucking cunt and soft cherry lips and a dewy-eyed stare that makes them want to corrupt you.
the room is filled with lewd moans and needy pants; every inch of your skin is being touched, denki flicking his pierced tongue over your clit as katsuki pistons into you, sero sloppily sucking on your tits as eijirou rams his cock down your throat. you’ve come twice and you’re going to cum again, desperate moans reverberating up eijirou’s shaft as you beg them for more, more, more-
and then the door slams open.
you don’t look until denki remarks, “oh. were we being too loud?”
through your fucked-out daze you look to your right.
shouto is standing in the doorway, coiffed hair ruffled and Saint Laurent top half-unbuttoned. you’ve never seen him look this furious, hands balled at his side as pure rage rolls off him in waves. his glare moves to you- there’s something storming in his typically aloof expression, some unreadable emotion that you don’t particularly care to interpret.
“the windows are open,” he hisses, “we can all hear you outside.”
“when- the fuck- did i ask?” katsuki sneers.
all four of them are going faster, more intense- like they’re trying to prove something to the boy standing in the doorway. hiccuping gasps resonate in the base of your throat; you’re tightening around their lengths, consciousness blurring out again as euphoria electrifies your senses-
“come,” katsuki commands.
your eyes are locked on shouto’s as you blissfully lose yourself to utter ecstasy.
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NO I DON'T HAVE TRAUMA AROUND GETTING REJECTED BY A GUY AND GOING ON A REVENGE QUEST TO FUCK ALL HIS FRIENDS. WHY DO YOU ASK.
sorry yall. my fics for the last few days have been the exact same vibes. it's because i saw that STUPID guy the other night (the one i simped over for a year and a half). yes, him and his gf are throwing a hamptons fourth of july party. no, i'm not going.
.....i shouldn't go.... right....
i would throw a rager in the hamptons with bbq, fireworks, and fruit punch for the wonderful users below. if u wanna be added to my taglist too, let me know hehe:
denki likes you like this — on your hands and knees, a pillow between your legs with the damp spot growing, wetness beginning to trickle down as your sobs increase in frequency. pulling on the electricity thrumming just beneath his veins is easy as breathing, evident in the way his fingers pinched your clit — delighting in the squeal that turned to a mixture of screams and sobs as that hint of miniature lightning hit your sensitive bundle of nerves. has it only been minutes or hours? time slowly began to blur, all you can think of was him and he can feel it in the way you just slumped over the sheets to ground your cute little cunt against his pillow; letting him play with his little doll however he wants. "my pretty little whore, so sweet and so so stupid."
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Summary: A little Drabble of Dom Denki feat. Shibari
Pairing: Denki x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW (18+), Shibari, Praise, Dom/ Sub relationship, BallGag
Word Count: 500+ (its a small Drabble)
“How’s my sweetheart doing? Hm?” Denki wandered into your shared bedroom, his eyes grazing across your nude and tied body.
You looked up from your position on the bed, eyes overflowing with tears streaming down your cheeks and moaned around the ball gag.
“That well?” He moved round to the left of the bed and pulled your tied figure closer, it was easy for him since your muscles had no strength left in them from the hours of being tied and abused by the vibrators.
“I do love seeing you beautifully tied in this dragonfly design, sweetheart- the way your arms are tied away so I can admire your chest encircled in this red rope that accentuates your skin so... prettily.” His fingers dragged across your nipples, which were already standing puffy and abused. Eliciting a muffled moan from you.
His eyes, you notice, are blown. So dark and full of arousal it made the last four hours worth it. You moaned again as he began playing with the vibrator that was inside you. He moved it with a single digit, his eyes never leaving your face as you whimpered and moaned.
“What do you want? Want me to fill you up like the little slut you are? Fill your holes with me?” He pushes down hard on the vibrator as he growled at the end.
You knew what was coming. He was at the end of his rope- figuratively and literally.
Before you could try and respond in any way, he pulled out the vibrator in one fluid motion. The sudden emptiness has you whining.
“Oh? Does my slut want to feel full?” You groan as he grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head up and locking golden eyes with your own. “Sweetheart~ you’ve done so well. Let me reward you.”
He removed the ball gag and you carefully worked your jaw to loosen it. His hand still in your hair, he watched you with calculating eyes.
His voice was low and controlled when he spoke.
“Colour.”
Your own voice was raspy and near undetectable from the cries and moans. "Green."
He nodded and flipped you onto your back positioning you easily at the edge of the bed, your head falling over.
“So beautiful.” He moaned as you looked up at him through tear-stained lashes.
His hands got to work on his sweats, pulling them down with his boxers. As he stepped out of them, he grabbed a bottle of water and dribbled some into your waiting mouth.
“You’ve been so good today- I’ll allow you a drink.” His eyes were cold and that had you shivering in anticipation.
Before long he was pumping himself above your head, eyes trailing across your body, the knots and rope deliciously pinching your skin in all the right places.
“One more task before you get your reward beautiful.” He smirked down at you as he held his cock at the base in one hand while the other wrapped around your throat.
You obediently licked your lips and opened your mouth, waiting for his cock.
authors note: so…. uh…. I wrote this for me. Been giving gifts that past few days and I wanted one so…. I hope you guys like it! And please don’t perceive me, okay? (Also, so sorry if there are grammar mistakes. No beta reader, we die like men)
➪ author’s note: so I wrote this drabble on tuesday after my katsuki one got deleted + I cried for an hour about it; I also wrote it partially in that other format + it’s SO much easier. enjoy :)
➪ warning(s): pro hero midoriya; creampie, female reader. if you squint: size kink, overstim, breeding kink, dumbification,
sleepy izuku, who unapologetically ruts against your ass as you sleep, painfully unaware of his actions. his hardened dick grinds against you, stirring you from your peaceful slumber after a few.
sleepy izuku, softly panting against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer, desperate to feel any friction he can get even in his sleep, dreaming of your pussy locking him in. he blissfully dreams of the squelching that comes from him fucking himself as deep into your warmth as he’s physically allowed to go.
sleepy izuku, who becomes acutely aware of the warmth hovering around his dick suddenly as he’s ripped from slumber to see your lips wrapped tightly around him, manicured fingers fondling his balls. It’s almost enough to make him cum on sight. gritty moans fall off his lips as your throat constricts around him.
warnings: face sitting, a little overstimulation, quirk use, some spanking
authors note: GUESS WHO IS BACK AGAIN! With another gift of pure filth, this time for my lovely Lills! ( @myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants ) I have been on a roll writing this kind of stuff, so figured I would branch out to characters I haven’t written yet. So, hope you all like it!
kaminari denki + stepcest perhaps? 👉🏼👈🏼 he'd be a very pervy nii-san 😓✋🏻
oh he would be 🥺🥺 pervy denki is the way to my heart ily for this one
step-brother denki
tw: stepcest, stalking/obsessive behaviors, nonconsensual photo taking, pantie stealing, nonconsensual cream pie, overall just denki being the biggest creep
step-brother denki who stares a little too long and a little too low whenever you talk to him with a low-cut shirt on. who’s eyes are glued to your ass whenever you’re wearing a swimsuit or a tight pair of pants. who peeps through the cracks in your door when you’re getting changed — who takes pictures through those cracks and saves them to a special photo album on his phone.
step-brother denki who’s always been a little too touchy. who always has an arm wrapped around your shoulders in public. who accidentally brushes his hardened bulge against your ass whenever he has to walk behind you.
step-brother denki who teases you all the time, making inappropriate jokes and comments whenever the opportunity presents itself. who questions why you don’t have a boyfriend yet, but that maybe it’s better this way, you’re too hot for all the guys at your university anyway.
step-brother denki who steals pairs of your underwear and keeps a collection of them buried in a drawer in his room. who holds them close and covers them in spilled cum whenever he can’t get you off his mind.
step-brother denki who jacks off in the dark of his room while he stares at his sneaky pictures of your bare body. who moans your name and imagines your lips around his cock while he stokes himself in bed. who’s a little too loud, so loud in fact that you can hear the muffled groans of your name on his lips.
step-brother denki who fucks your brains out when you finally knock on his door in the late of night after listening to his hushed mumbles for longer than you could bear. who stuffs your pretty pussy with all the cum he’s been saving just for you, even when you ask him to pull out,,,, he can’t help it, he’s been waiting too long </3
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You go to a doctor’s office nearby every year for your annual appointment. Every time a nurse comes out into that familiar waiting room you get a little nervous. You had never liked doctor visits. This time your usual doctor was out, and there was a fill in you hadn’t met before. When the doctor enters your examination room, you were pleasantly surprised. Denki Kaminari, the boy you had been fawning for all throughout high school, would be your doctor today.
female reader
both are adults, around 20-25 years old
h/n = hero name
content warning
medicalplay, bondage, slapping your pussy, degradation, punishment/reward, desperation, edgeplay/orgasm denial, dumbification, breeding, sex toys, thigh riding, y/n pees herself
full fic by spice🥧
After checking in with the receptionist, you sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room. You were a pro hero, and a pretty recent graduate from UA high, having graduated 5 or 6 years ago. This doctor's office was specifically for heroes, so it was pretty fancy to say the least. The reason it was only for heroes was so they could have specialized doctors and nurses fit to deal with quirks, and they were hand selected by the Hero Organization to handle confidential quirk information if needed.
You picked up one of the magazines from the table across from you and flipped through it, eyeing various support item ads and making mental notes of them to show to your costume designer.
"Y/n?" a voice called.
You looked up, and a friendly looking nurse greeted you with a warm smile.
"Hello." you said quietly, getting up to follow her into the hallway.
"It's an honor to meet you, H/n!" she said excitedly, as she led you to a small room to take your height and weight.
"Thanks! Thank you for taking such good care of us heroes."
"Only the best for the people who protect us from villains!" she said cheerfully.
After taking your measurements, she led you to another room.
"Here, change into this, and your doctor will be in shortly!"
She handed you a paper gown.
"Thank you!" you said.
After she left, you put the gown on and sat on the bed. You waited nervously, trying to remember if you were due for any shots, when you heard a knock.
"Are you dressed? May I come in?" a familiar sounding voice called.
"Sure." you said.
The door opened and you knew who it was the second you saw a flash of that familiar bright yellow hair.
You couldn't believe your eyes.
"K-Kaminari?"
"Please! Call me Denki. We were friends in high school, weren't we?" he said with a bright smile.
"Y-Yeah.. you didn't become a hero?"
"Nope. Everyone at UA and in the pro hero world looked down on me. Well, except you, Deku, and Red Riot, that is. So I became a doctor to prove people like Dynamight wrong. Do you still talk to anyone from our class?" He asked, taking a seat at his computer and typing in his password.
"Yeah, Deku and I patrol together sometimes and Mina is still my best friend."
"Oh, Mina! I forgot about her. She was nice. Anyway, how have you been? Feel sick lately? Cough? Sore throat? Fever?"
"Nope, I'm all good." you said, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Are you okay? You seem.. nervous." he lowered his voice.
"I-I'm fine. Sorry."
"Okay. Well, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then we can get started."
He began to ask questions, your cheeks heating up more and more with every embarrassing question about your sex life, menstrual cycle, bowel movements, and so on and so forth.
Denki laughed suddenly.
"Look how red you are- calm down it's just me!"
You laughed quietly.
"Alright, well, I'm just gonna make sure everything's okay, and then you can be on your way!"
"Sounds good." you said, relieved that he wasn't asking any further questions.
He had stopped asking questions, yet that warmth in your cheeks stayed there as you watched him wash his hands and put gloves on.
He started by checking your reflexes. After you almost kicking him, he moved on to check your eyes and ears.
He pulled out his stethoscope.
"I'm gonna listen to your heartbeat really quick okay? Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable! Sorry, it's gonna be cold."
Shit. He's gonna be able to tell how nervous I am..
You tried to steady your breathing, but it just came out ragged, embarrassing you further.
He moved the stethoscope with a confused look on his face, before taking it off and putting it back around his neck.
"Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast. Should I refer you to someone or are you just nervous?" he asked, scribbling something down on a clipboard.
"N-Nervous, sorry."
"Oh yeah! You had a crush on me in high school, didn't you?" That explains it!"
"H-How did you know?"
"Mina told me. After we graduated, though. I never got to reach out to you about it, but I liked you too."
"Y-You did?!" you breathed.
"Mmhm. Now try to calm down a little so I can get some accurate measurements."
"Okay, sorry."
You took a deep breath, and he continued trying to get an accurate reading, but god.. he was just so hot, so concentrated, and he smelled so good..
"Hey. Y/n. Earth to Y/n." he said, looking up.
"Sorry!" you said again.
"It's not a problem," he smirked. "Come here."
And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss.
You gasped against his mouth, before melting into it, your hands finding their way around his neck, clasping in the back. You felt one of his hands wrap around you waist, the other still holding the stethoscope in place.
You broke the kiss.
"You gonna move this?" you asked, touching the hand holding the stethoscope.
"Why? You wanna take this further or something?" he asked.
You cast your gaze downwards as he pressed it harder onto your chest to the point where it started to hurt.
"D-Denki.."
"Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?" he said, laughing. He could hear your heartbeat steadily climb, he loved the look of nervousness covering your face, you desperately trying to form words.
"I-I want you."
"Hm?" he said, pressing harder. The loudness was starting to hurt his ears, but it was so worth it to see you flustered.
"P-Please! I want you!"
"Good girl." he said with a smile, removing the stethoscope and placing it on the table.
He sat in his desk chair, facing you with crossed arms.
"Undress please, I need to make sure everything looks okay."
"O-Okay."
"That's 'Yes Doctor' to you."
"Yes doctor."
You took off the gown and tossed it aside, facing Denki, who was smirking at the sight of your naked body.
He stood up and took off his shirt, followed by his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking through with a bit of precum already showing. He then wrapped you in a kiss again, his hands finding your breasts and kneading them until your nipples were hard.
You let out a soft moan as you caressed his face.
He pulled away.
"Look at you, making a mess on my table." he gestured to the wet puddle that was forming between your legs. "I'll have to punish you for that.
He pulled a roll of bandages from the cabinet and smirked. He bandaged your hands on either side of you stuck down onto the table, making sure you couldn't move them. Then, he bandaged your feet down onto the table, again, making sure you couldn't move them.
Your dripping cunt was exposed to him, and you could barely move.
"Dripping for me like a bitch in heat, I've barely touched you, princess."
"D-Doctor- please-"
You were cut off by two fingers lightly grazing your wet pussy, gathering your juices on them. He then stuck them in your mouth, causing you to gag.
"Suck."
You did as told and sucked your wetness of his fingers, your face a shade of red from embarrassment.
"Such a good girl, following the doctor's orders. Now let's see. I have to examine other patients too, so if you'll excuse me." he started to put his clothes back on, smiling while you looked at him shocked.
"Oh don't be scared. I'll be back for you soon. And I have something to keep you company while I'm gone."
He pulled out a small pink vibrator with a tiny remote from his desk drawer.
"When I found out you were my patient, I had a feeling things would go this way. I came prepared."
He attached the vibrator to your clit, drawing a gasp from you.
"No cumming until I allow it okay? See you soon, princess. Oh- and I almost forgot."
He grabbed the bandages again, and put them over your mouth.
"Can't let anyone hear you!" and with that, he left the room and locked the door.
You sat there, stunned, legs open, dripping wet, with a vibrator attached to you. It wasn't on yet, either. It was just sitting there. You tried to shake it off of you, or at least break the bandages, to try and get some relief, but they wouldn't budge.
And then it happened. The vibrator started at a very low shake, making you gasp once more, trying to close your legs to relieve the pressure.
Your head was spinning when it went up to the next level again. You were squirming, bucking your hips, anything for it to stop. But alas, it went up to the highest level.
You nearly screamed, but managed to stifle your moan. And then, it stopped.
This cycle went on for an hour, the vibrator randomly turning on super low, jumping to high, staying off for a bit, it was pure torture, and it wasn't enough to make you cum, either, so you just had to bear it.
About 30 minutes into this torture, you realized something even worse. You had to pee.
You were sweating, shaking, panting, face bright red, trying not to piss yourself, when the vibrator stopped and the door jiggled. Your heart nearly stopped, afraid it was some poor doctor who would have to see it.
But you were relieved to see your doctor slip into the room.
"My my- you're quite a mess!"
"MmhmmmhmmhhMMM!" you tried yelling at him through the bandage on your mouth.
"Princess, use your words! Oh wait- you cant!"
He detached the vibrator from your clit, and removed the bandage on your mouth.
"I'm gonna examine your pussy, okay?"
"Y-yes doctor."
You gasped at the feeling of his freezing cold hands touching your pussy lightly.
“Are you sensitive here…?" he touched your clit, smirking as you squirmed.
"Or.. here, perhaps?" he lightly circled your entrance with his fingers.
"Y-Yes doctor! I'm so- I'm so sensitive- please- give me an examination or a checkup please- I need to- I need-"
You were babbling, forgetting how to talk.
Suddenly, a hand came down, smacking your pussy. You moaned loudly, looking up at him with tears gathering in your eyes.
"Princess, doctor can't understand you. What do you want?"
"Doc-Doctor I- I need bathroom... please let me go to the bathroom.. th-then we continue."
"Ah, I don't think that's necessary. You may hold it."
"Doctor! Please!"
"No can do, princess. Doctor says no. Do I need to dumb it down more for you? Is doctor speaking too many big words for you to understand?"
"W-Why can't I go pee..?" you said in a small voice.
"Because! You follow doctor's orders, not your own. Doctor says no, you only listen to doctor."
"Y-Yes doctor."
"That's a good girl. Now let's start your examination."
He came over and took both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples in his fingers and kneaded your breasts until you were whining, face red from embarrassment.
"Is my princess embarrassed? Let your doctor take care of you. He knows what's best. Don't be embarrassed."
He stopped playing with your breasts and moved down to your pussy. Without warning, he dipped his fingers in and curled them painfully slow.
"Doctor!"
"Shh."
You obeyed, stifling your moans as he brought you closer and closer to an orgasm with every slow curl of his fingers.
"Do-Doctor- I'm gonna- p-pee..."
"Okay. Go then."
"B-But Doctor-"
"I said, go princess."
"Yes doctor..." you said, ashamed, as piss pooled out of your pussy, dripping onto the floor.
He continued to finger you slowly as you peed.
You hid your face with your arm.
"Don't be embarrassed princess, I already told you."
"G-Gonna c-cum."
"No. You're not."
He removed his fingers with a sinister grin.
He then slipped his shirt off, followed by his pants, again, leaving him in just his boxers and the gloves he had on.
He peeled your restraints off slowly, looking you in the eye. You looked back at him nervously, trying not to shake.
He then picked you up, surprising you.
"You can wrap your legs around me, it's okay."
He was holding you like a child, but it didn't last long. He put his knee against the wall and let you down so you were sitting on his thigh. He then pressed another kiss onto your mouth.
"Ride." he commanded.
You began to grind onto his thigh, your moans coming out breathy and short.
He reached down to your clit and circled it, and sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his fingers.
"Doctor!"
"Shh princess. Breathe with me okay? In, out. Just like that."
As he led you through breathing, he was sending more electricity to your already abused pussy, making it near impossible not to cum.
"Doct-Doctor ple-please, m'cumming! Let me cum, please!"
You could barely form coherent sentences, you were so focused on trying not to cum.
He placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up again, holding you once again, like a child. He placed you onto the table again, the wetness from your legs audible.
"I think it's time for Doctor's cock. Are you ready for doctor's cock?"
He finally removed his boxers and gloves, climbing onto the table with you. He put your legs up into the mating press position, and shoved his full length in.
"Aah! D-Doctor- feels so- so good! Please!"
"You said you were a virgin, right?" he asked as he snapped his length into you again.
"Y-Yes doctor."
You could feel every vane, the slight curve, every twitch of his cock as it hit your walls.
"Y-You've never had anyone hit your g-spot then?"
"N-No doctor! I-It's only for you- only you!"
"If you cum without permission, I'm gonna make you cum again. Got it?" he asked with a grunt, as he tried to find your spot.
"Y-Yes doctor!
He began to rub your clit, sending more bliss falling over you. You had been trying not to cum for around two hours now, and it was at this point, slightly painful. You were overstimulated and you hadn't even gotten to cum yet.
His eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot- and you almost screamed. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping into his back, toes curling. All you could see was white, and you heard a loud squelch.
"Pr-Princess! You squirted.. what a b-bad girl... c'mon, I know you've got another one in there for me! This time cum WITH permission though."
"Y-Yes doctor!"
He continued to snap his hips into yours. You gasped when he bottomed out, hitting against your cervix. He rubbed your clit harder and continued to pump into you, hitting your g-spot and cervix with every thrust.
"M'gonna cum s-straight into y-your pretty little w-womb. I'll fill you u-up with my kids! You'll be s-swollen and pregnant- you'll be m-my princess f-forever! D-Do you like the s-sound of that?"
"Yes doctor!" you cried out blissfully.
"G-Good girl! C-Cum wi-with me!"
His pace stuttered and his cock twitched hard as hot white cum filled your womb. You couldn't hold back your second orgasm as you came around his cock again, pussy fluttering wildly.
He pulled out slowly, and wiped his now soft cock off with a tissue.
"Princess. You're leaking."
He gathered the cum that was dripping out and pushed it back in.
He got dressed, but when you tried he stopped you and told you to sit back on the table.
"I see you're on birth control on my charts, by the way. Let's take you off of that. And since your heartbeat was a little fast, I'll schedule you back about a week out, how does that sound?"
"G-Good. T-Thank you."
"No problem! Oh- you're leaking again, here."
He pulled out a small plug from his drawer, gathered his cum on his fingers once again, pushed it back inside, and inserted the plug into your cunt.
"Take this out when you know you won't leak my cum anymore."
"Y-Yes doctor. Thank you."
"Oh- and take these every day until next week when you come back for me, okay?"
He handed you a small bottle with tiny pink pills in it. You read the label out loud.
Stimulation In A Bottle
for low sex drives
"Low sex drive?"
"Yeah. Coming off your birth control might mess you up a little, it could mean a lower sex drive, or double the sex drive. Best not to risk it, princess."
"B-But-"
"I need to hear a "yes doctor" from you, please."
"Yes doctor."
"Good, now get dressed, I'll see you next week. Oh- and the janitor will clean the pee up. I'll just say it was a child."
sorry about the angst lol idk what happened last night so here is some ✨horny✨
midoriya izuku x fem!reader
(cw: size kink, cervix fucking, sacrilege)
you’re gonna be the death of him.
he’s on top but he feels trapped, your arms thrown over his shoulders, muscled chest pressed against your tits, tongues dipping in each other’s mouths and curling together. your legs are around his waist, keeping him close to your body, his thick cock grinding at your sopping cunt.
“put it in ‘zuku,” you breathe, begging him, fingers trailing down his strong arm, gripping his wrist and placing his hand on your stomach, “wanna feel you right here.”
fuck, fuck, you’re driving him crazy, he can hardly contain himself, wanting to stretch you out on his cock, but you’re so delicate beneath him and he’s scared he might break you. the bulging veins rub against your clit, a matchstick trying to light but he’s not scratching the box hard enough, can’t- won’t let himself take what he needs.
“baby,” he rasps out, “s’gonna hurt, i don’t wanna- don’t wanna fucking hurt you.”
he’s barely hanging on, feeling your squelching pussy lips dragging against his length, and if angles it just right he could press the tip at your hole and just keep going-
no, he can’t- he won’t- fuck, he wants to but shouldn’t-
“please, ‘zuku,” you’re asking in the way that makes him melt, he’s always had a hard time saying no to your pouty lips and fluttering lashes. “want you to fuck me so good, want you to use me-“
your voice is like honey, like sugar, like a drug that flows through his veins and inebriates him, everything flips and his blood has never felt hotter, his resolve has never been looser; you really don’t know what you’re asking for, do you? recklessly playing with fire, thinking you’re invincible but in reality it’s only because he’s kept you safe.
what else is he supposed to do other than oblige? he loves you so much, trying so hard to ignore the way his cock is screaming for more relief, dying to feel your tight cunt around him, squeezing him desperately when you start crying because it is too much but you never listen.
the tip catches against your hole, your mouth hanging open and gasping as he sheaths himself inside, he’s biting at your kiss swollen lips and trying not to fall into a frenzy.
he’s not even halfway in when your tears start flowing, bottom lip trembling and shaky whimpers escaping, his hips instantly still even though he wants nothing more than to shove himself inside.
“you’re so good for me, baby,” he cups your face in his hand, thumbing away your tears, kissing your closed eyes, “love you so much, so fucking much-“
“‘zuku,” your voice is barely there, he’s clinging to every word that you say, trying to ignore the sick voice in his head that’s begging for him to wreck you.
“i’m here, lovely, i’m here.”
you swallow thickly, breathing heavy, pussy pulsing around his cock.
“want all of you inside.”
he curses under his breath as he spears his cock inside. your back arches off the bed, pussy dripping and stretching to fit him. he feels his cockhead bumping against your deepest part, tempting him to take a bite of the forbidden fruit; he could, he shouldn’t but he could, if he holds your waist up, rolls his hips further inside he can almost taste it already, nectar on his tongue and sin weighting on his bones.
“fuck, give it to me, give it to me, ‘zuku, please-“
greedy. so fucking greedy.
he’s trying, he’s trying, he’s trying so hard, but you’re just so- so fucking needy, biting off more than you can chew, always trying to tempt him with your seductive dance and convincing him you’ll both be alright. because eve will always want to eat the fruit, and will always want adam to experience the same bliss on his tongue. what’s he supposed to do about that, it’s human nature, isn’t it? don’t his loyalties lie with his lover?
and if you want something then he’ll fucking give it to you.
you moan wantonly when his hips are pressed flush against yours, body trying to pull away from overwhelming fullness, but he grabs your waist and keeps you still, making sure you get exactly what you asked him for.
“princess,” he traces a finger along your face, so fucking fragile and he’s gonna break you. “you know i love you, right?”
your mouth hangs open but nothing other than the sounds of desperation come out, nodding your head ever so slightly.
“good,” his fingers continue a path down, hand settling at your neck, “‘cause i’m gonna fuck you like i hate you.”
and if he can’t get into heaven, he might as well dance with the devil in hell.
