mdni, denki kaminari x reader.
“uh, uh—ooooh, fuck!”
he can’t stop his noises. at all.
for the past three hours, the two of you have been desperate rabbits, fucking each other. unfortunately, you guys couldn’t do it everywhere in the apartment, as after you two fell off the couch and onto the rug (not before he accidentally bumped his head into the coffee table with a thud), you two remained there.
but that didn’t stop a thing! not even when the rug shifted underneath you two, not when denki threw his jeans into his TV, and almost had it topple over, nor when the handjob you gave him made his cum splash onto the couch messily.
now, you’ve been torturing him (thankfully) with your warm, wet pussy, bouncing on his dick, a cream at the ring of his base, a mix of your and his cum. one hand of yours is cupping his jaw loosely as his soft lips are wrapped around two of your fingers, sucking with small flicks of his tongue. your other hand rests on his chest, keeping him pinned to the rug to keep steady.
his pussy-drunk eyes look at you, still moaning around your fingers. the dried tears on his glowy face is so pretty, it makes you want to see him cry again. and again.
while he’s busy rubbing circles on your clit, giving small spurts of shock to your sensitive bud, your hand moves to pinch and twist his nipple—and he lets out a pained moan, and you feel his dick twitch. close again.
he really can’t help it.
“fuck—fuckfuckfuck, baby, m’gonna, ooh!” he moans, muffled around your fingers as his eyebrows furrow at the sounds of your ass meeting the top of his thighs.
he sounds so good like this: fucked out, whiny, and overstimulated. the amount of times he’s cum has to be more than five times, he can guarantee that.
it still feels so good for him, the flashes of sharp pleasure that almost blur into pain making his eyes squeeze hard.
whining like a bitch in heat, his hips pathetically rut up into you while his other hand grasps the fat of your hip desperately. he’s still sucking your fingers, but his eyes are tearing up again, the salty tears falling on your breasts. you can feel his legs shake underneath your bouncing ass.
you let out a pretty whine, legs slightly shaking as he aides as much as he can, pulling you up and down as he slightly hisses around your fingers from the pain and pleasure from your spasming insides.
his cock twitch inside of you again, and you know he’s very close. “cum f’me, denks,” you whine, pulling the two fingers out of his mouth to suck on them yourself to taste his spit, “please, wan’ more of your cum!”
then he cums, but this time it feels different.
it’s not his loud moans—he’s always fucking loud, when you’re drowning the shit out of his cock with your cunt or when he’s teasing—nor is it the way on how his eyebrows pinch with his back arching beneath you.
what’s different is that his quirk doesn’t only activate from his hands.
you gasp as you feel his cum fill you, with warm, dizzing spurts of zaps hitting your g-spot each time.
your pussy is convulsing at the sudden buzz as you cum, head falling on his shoulder. your panting and whining when you realize he’s still not done cumming, and his cum is still gently zapping your insides. your legs try to squeeze, but his hips are right there. you can’t run.
“too much, too much!” you squeal, hips raising to run from the intense pleasure—
only for him to pull you back down, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, the other slapping your puffy clit as splashes of your juices land on his stomach.
when you two finally come down from the intense orgasm, he lets out a pretty panted laugh, the hand rubbing on your back sliding down to send a teasing zap with a swat to your ass, “we should do that again.”
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