Kaminari thought he could turn you into his bitch. Toy with you and turn what he often daydreamed about into reality but was really way over his head when it came down to it. The soft shy girl you portrayed yourself to be was just some sick joke. A cruel one, however you thought it was about time he was put in his place. So after a few back and forth flirty messages, you had him right where you wanted him.

“P-Please- hah” He pleaded pathetically. You let out a soft chuckle followed by a scoff. “Aww is this too much for you? Am I too heavy for you Denki?” You said putting emphasis on the heavy part slowly moving your hips. “No—no more please. I can’t.” He whined bucking his hips up into you. “What? Can’t keep up? It’d be a shame if the guys found out that a fat chick has more stamina than you, Don’t you think?” You paused slowly lifting yourself off Denki’s poor overstimulated shaft before slamming yourself back down. “That’s too bad, I didn’t get to finish yet. You wouldn’t want me telling everyone how you left me unsatisfied would you?” You smirked as you looked at the sight in front of you. So pretty you thought.

“Come on pretty boy, I know you can hold out just a little while longer” you said earning another one of his pitiful whines. Funny to think that the same Denki Kaminari who constantly had something to say about fat chicks was the same one writhing around covered in his own sweat and tears babbling incoherent pleads and apologies as you bounced on him. You leaned down licking up the drool threatening to spill from the sides of his mouth. “You look so pretty crying for me like this.” You reached for your phone opening the camera app. Gotta savor the moment you thought.

“Smile for the camera pretty baby.” you cooed as your hand ran from his face and chest panning the camera stopping just before where the two of you connected. “Show em how good a fat chick made you feel, and don’t forget it.”

i imagine him fucking you like this

only, he’s constantly making eye contact with you asking you, “like this?” or “am i making you feel good?” because he feels his first time won’t be as pleasurable for him if you don’t get to feel good too,

he’s definitely taking his time with you. pressing your foreheads together to look you in the eye, only breaking eye contact to see where the two of you are connected.

he’ll start feeding you slow deep strokes, in a grinding motion that rubs your clit just right and your mind is just so fuzzy from how slow and sensual he’s fucking you, so much that you almost begin to doubt that this is his first time.

i feel he likes physical touch, so he would take your arms and wrap them around his neck or he would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck leaving gentle kisses there or pressing them to your temple.

and when he feels himself getting close he’ll snake his arms under your legs wrapping them around him holding onto your ass for more control and start pounding you relentlessly of thinking nothing but your warm cunt clenching around him sucking him in as you cum on his cock screaming his name and clawing at his back.

when he cums it’s like music to your ears hearing him moan your name so pretty filling you up with his seed, turning to mush as you’re coaxing him through his orgasm.

he collapses on top of you completely spent, resting his head on your stomach and you run your hands through his hair praising him telling him how he “cums so pretty for you” and how good he made you feel.

It would be when you and the bakusquad are hanging out at your place and he steps away to use the bathroom. He wholeheartedly really was just going to the bathroom that is until he saw a pair of your bright red lace Victoria secret panties practically screaming at him from the basket full of dirty laundry in your bathroom.

Before he knew what he was doing he had them wrapped around his large calloused hands taking in your smell. He let out a small moan as he freed himself from his jeans fucking his closed fist with your panties still pressed to his face wanting nothing more than to use you as his very own cock sleeve.

Thinking of nothing but how you’d look as he pounded you into the mattress chants of his name escaping your lips. His movement began to grow more frantic and sloppy as he wrapped the soft fabric around his cock.

“Fuck, Y/n!” he exclaimed as he came on his fist careful not to get any on your panties. He pumped himself a few more times coming down from his high.

“Hey! Shitty hair the hell are you doin! i gotta take a piss!”

“Yeah, just a sex- i mean sec!” he cleared his throat. “I’ll be out inna second.”