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minors, dni!!!

☆ December baby, '02 love <3

☆ I <3 rhea ripley, thirteen, arcane and the last of us! (both one, and two!), more recently ive been getting back into the swing of my hero.. (Kats, denki, tama <33)

transmasc!perv!denki x transmasc!perv!reader

synopsis: you and denki are roommates, sharing a two-room dorm. He comes home to find you a little..distracted, and can't help but grow inattentive to everything around him.. Authors note: this took four hours and some ragebaiting from tumblr, so I'm not proofreading this. contents: 1.52k words!! longest fic i've made!! transmasc!denki, perv!denki, porn no plot, well some plot, no established relationship but there's tension and denki is infatuated with you, scissoring, overstimulation, bottom!denki, top!reader, slight dubcon? Minors dni!! smut to your southside! You and denki always had a...special relationship. You would cook, and he would do the laundry. He would help out with dishes, and you would pretend you didn't notice your missing underwear everytime you looked in the drawer to pull out a pair. You had a bright yellow lace set, just for it to disappear less than a week later..and that's when you knew that it wasn't the dryer eating them.

So.. you bought more. you even went as far as to buy specific black boyshorts with lightening bolts dotted around as a pattern, not to mention a lightening strike on the form-fitting waistband. When denki lifted the crinkled fabric, his hands stopped mid-air and stared as if he was laying eyes on something extraterrestrial. Denki was always infatuated with you. He adored how your smile lit up your entire face. the lines of your life's laughter evident in the wrinkles around your eyes, and your smile lines- oh how they made him weak in the knees. but he especially loved when you glared at him. the way your eyes would narrow, upper lip curling just slightly as you think to speak before you cuss him out for something he wasn't paying any attention to. All he was focused on? how your lips formed each word so beautifully. but what he especially loved? He adored when you thought he was asleep, your door closed and locked and those soft whines leaving those perfect lips of yours. He can only imagine your hand down those stupid black boyshorts, taunting him. Your whines were muffled through the drywall, but not enough. His own hand would find its way to his own candied cunt, fingers working small circles around his bottom growth. He's been taking testosterone since he was 19, now sitting here at 23 years old and he's so fucking sensitive—even more so as he listens to you work yourself. this has been a cycle for months. but you two continued to dance around the issue...until he came home. He had a particularly rough day, and the door shut behind him with a soft click. he didn't even have the energy to slam it shut, let alone stomp around. He came down the hallway, mouth opening to speak to say, "I'm home!", but. "ah..ha..ngh..d-dahhaa..denki.." your soft moans tore through the quiet apartment, and it tore his heart right out of his chest. his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening. he dips back behind the corner, ensuring you wouldn't see him in the hall. your moans echoed through the hall, bouncing off the walls (and bouncing around in his head,) and he could feel the heat between his thighs rage harder, roaring for attention. "denk-ieeeee..fu..ck.." your curses resonated in his skull, and his knees nearly buckled under him. He turned his head, looking over the corner and slinking closer with a cautious step as he peeked into your cracked open bedroom door. and the sight he was met with? he could have came right there.

you were wearing those fucking boyshorts, tugged to the side and your palm over your pussy—to his dismay, he thinks you're hiding from him—but he can see the slight back and forth movement of your fingers thrusting their way inside. His own hand found it's way down into his shorts...and he was wearing those same bright yellow lace panties he stole from you so long ago. his own slick was loud, his fingers coated in his honey. the noise even distracted you, causing you to stop and lift your head in the direction of the sound. you and Denki made eye contact, and your eyes widen in sync at being caught. he ripped his hand from his pants, stepping forward in panic to explain himself. your thighs snapped shut, arms laying over your chest as you try to find the words. "wait, waitwait nonono! I swear I'm not a perv!" he says, his hands coming out in defense. his nectar shines off his fingers, and you smirk just a little in notice. your eyebrow perks a little, and your thighs fall open again as if there's another force tugging them open.

his jaw drops, eyes trailing down from your face to the place he believed was truly heaven between your thighs. you beckoned him closer with a wave of your finger, and he showed no hesitation to throw himself besides you. He buried his face in your neck, pressing needy kisses and soft lovebites to your skin as your hands made their way up his shirt, feeling the band of his binder. you hesitate, hands lowering before he nods against you. "take it off..." Denki purrs, pressing another kiss to your pulsepoint as you lift his shirt. he pulls away, lifting his arms for you to remove his graphic t-shirt. his own hands come up, pulling his binder over his head. Though his bust is small, the bounce was still there. you smiled, and he leaned down to melt his lips on yours. Denki's lips fit yours perfectly, the key to your lock. His tongue grew impatient, already swiping at your lower lip as his hands came up to your hips. he tugged the black boyshorts off you, your own hands finessing their way into his own pants. you pushed them down, pulling away and laying eyes on that fabric you knew all too well. "so this is where they went, huh?" you purred, chuckling lowly as he sat back on his knees. his cheeks burned in embarrassment. you pushed his pants down to his knees, your fingers coming back up to hook the thin waistband of the delicate material.

he couldn't find the voice to answer you, but thankfully you pushed him back before he could respond. you tugged his pants and your underwear off completely, tossing them elsewhere across the floor. you both sit naked, and he looks at you with a soft smile. he breaks the silence first. "so.." "so." you chuckle, already moving to slot your legs between his. Denki's eyes widen in realization, legs entwined in a web of skin. he moved as close as he could to you, southern lips meeting together in a filthy kiss. you both sing out a moan of ecstasy, bottom growths acting as tongues as you already lift your hips against his. a filthy whine leaves Denki's lips, his jaw dropping in nothing short of bliss. his hips lift, grinding down into you with a downward roll, another lewd wail leaving him. the sound alone of your cunts smacking into each other with renewed vigor, both you and Denki working to grind against each other in lascivious tandem. Denki was physically incapable of taking his eyes off you. the way your brows knitted together, lower lip tucked between your teeth in attempt to focus on continuing the pleasure instead of focusing on it solely. this continued for 7 minutes, exactly. Denki could feel himself growing weaker, his hips slowing to a stop as you drive your own hips down onto him with no mercy. this is what he craved. being used. he's just lucky he can feel any pleasure from it, and holy shit, is he forever indebted to you for it. Finally, come minute nine, the rope in his stomach beginning to tie knots he has no idea how to undo. Denki opens his mouth to speak, but you shush him as his hips start twitching. "i know, i know baby.. it's okay, cum for me.." you purr, one hand wrapping around his thigh to keep him grounded while the knot finally yanked itself free. Denki's jaw fell open, white-hot overstimulation taking over. His entire body tremors, essence dripping from his core.

We don't have to do this for life...

I like the way you think.. buckle up guys.

contents: angst turned fluff turned unfortunate edging..sorry anon :(, theres a relationship, very little angst tbh, tamaki is a giant sweetheart, use of the pet name "bunny," slight ooc..? maybe? stay at home husband!tamaki supremacy

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and if i said I'm not proof reading this...

contents: fluff!! so fluffy your teeth will rot out!! tamaki amajiki, boyfriend!Tama..I dont think theres much else im missing.. tamaki is a sweetheart ♡♡♡ super super superrrr short but most of my drabs are

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