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Denki wanted you. Badly.

Now one of the first things a guy like him will perv on when he looks at a girl like you is of course gonna be her boobs. Obviously, they’re big. Out there. One of the first things you notice. But they were more than just big. Denki had your boobs down to a science, because he was a man making observations. Now some may think of that as sexual harassment, but he considered himself of analytical wonders, he could describe so many things about one girls chest.

Just like how tight your boobs are against the button down of your school uniform and if he’s looking at you from the right angle, he can almost peek inside your shirt, due to the open gaps between the buttons that form depending on your posture. And he could catch a glimpse of either skin or a black bra. This was one of Denki’s favorite past-times in his English class.

His stinky, shorter accomplice Mineta, always claimed you to be a bit weird. Well… you were a bit more eccentric, Denki knew that much. But he couldn’t help but find you so appealing and attractive. Even though Mineta complained you’d probably be like a prude, Denki found himself enjoying it. It meant he could imagine whatever he wanted, and undress you himself with just his eyes, it was a type of seduction that was subtle… and when he uses big words like that, it means he wants to fuck you. Desperately.

His you-centered craze first of course started with just staring at your boobs. Typical scumbag teen boy stuff. But then he started trying to take in how you walked and how you carried yourself. Sometimes you might hunch, but other times you carried yourself like you knew you had the most bomb pussy between your legs, which were super well built in his opinion. He found his eyes just drifting your way whenever you came about. It was starting to bug him because then you became the only person he was looking at. And he would watch you flirt around with that Midoriya. Or just hang with more boys in general. He’d imagine himself getting all of your attention, or just looking at your mouth and your posture.

Denki would take notice of everytime you applied a balm or an oil to your lips throughout the day. At the start of the year it was just simple, colorless, chapsticks that did the bare minimum of keeping your lips moisturized. And when he found a tube of your empty chapstick in the trash one day, it was odorless. Or so he read. It was unlike the other girls of the class who always had some sort of pink and glossy tint with a fruity flavor on their lips, he quite liked their tastes. He took note of what brands all the girls used, but especially you, he realized when the tube would change and how it gradually became more like the other girls. You were gaining more confidence in yourself at school over the months.

Watching you apply lip gloss was another one of his favorite class past times, but Denki would zone out watching you do this. That day you just so happened to make eye contact. You could feel a pair of eyes just digging into the back of your neck, and you turned and saw that Denki had been gawking at you, and by the looks of his panicked expression, he had been looking for a long time. You were applying a pinkish lip tint.

Ever since then, you had been taking a super long time to apply anything to your lips, taking it slow, mouth agape, smacking your lips together quietly on occasion. Denki started to think he was getting a show, he thought you might be interested in him. Or at least wanted to entertain him. Because everytime you would always rub her lips together, or hold that lip gloss right up to your mouth with it just opened, you would look at him. He thought it had meant something. Never in his life did he think he could become jealous of a tube of lip gloss.

One particular night, Denki’s usual animated pornography just wasn’t doing it for him. He for once couldn’t stand the moans. Lesbian porn did nothing, and neither did foreign porn. His usual categories had left him unphased at long last. He thought his dick had become immune, like a new Quirk. He almost went to text Sero about that but he thought that might’ve been weird. He spent so long on multiple porn sites and then he found a video with a particular kink that he never wanted to see again and chucked his phone across the room in pure disgust.

With a sigh of horny frustration, Denki sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, a leg bouncing. And of course, in the void of his mind appeared those eyes… Those deep eyes, and how they looked at him, saw right through him, the eyes that knew exactly what he was thinking about, and continued to look at him anyways. He wanted you to keep looking at him, and to keep looking at you. Your lips… plump and nowadays always slightly colored, glossy, a little bit agape, but instead of a lip gloss wand tracing over them he thought about his own… type of wand tracing over your lips. A discomfort surged through his shorts. “Goddammit.” He hissed to himself, shoving them off and having a shameful session to himself.

When he whipped out his own dick, he held it in his hands, disappointed. If porn wouldn’t do it, how could his own mind satisfy him? It wasn’t like he was gonna pay to watch some stranger do a livestream either, and wait for the simps to pay her to take her clothes off. Too complex. He did have the money though. And then the thought hit him.

“Nonono....” He whispered to himself while putting his shorts back on and tucking himself back in. No, he wasn’t about to think about trying to pay you to fuck him. He wasn’t. That sort of thing would make him worse than Mineta, and that being better than him was one of the few things he could pride himself on. It’d be so disrespectful to just ask a woman that. And he did value his own life and didn’t want his dick smashed to dust either. So why, for the love of God, was he counting up the yen he had in his wallet?

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“You’re joking.” You said, arms crossed at your door, of course Denki spared a moment to look at your chest and how they interacted with those crossed arms. But when your glare furthered, Denki jumped back, fearing for his life, and his penis.

“I-”

“You mean to tell me, you have a stack of fucking yen in your hand to pay me just to fuck a twink like you?” You point at him and push him by the shoulder.

“Shh! Don’t say it so loud! And I’m not a twink. I’m packin.”

“Any man who’s packing doesn’t use the word packing to describe himself. And you’re the one coming up here to make bold offers.”

“W-well, we can just pretend this never happened, I’ll be heading off now!” Denki quickly tries to make it out of your hallway, there was a tent growing in his pants. You being angry was… kind of sexy to him, shamelessly enough.

There’s a pull at the back of his shirt. “You wasted my time and for what? Did you really not want to or are you coming in?” Denki looks back and you have your brow cocked at him, pure dominance hovering over you, making him feel small and weak.

“Hey there man, now you’re the one who’s joking!” Denki whimpers a bit.

“No, you’ve peaked my interest. Are you gonna play around or are you down?”

“Alright, I’m down, just… let’s not stand in the hallway. Someone, another girl even, could come by and see!”

You don’t budge, and continue to hold Denki by his shirt collar for just another moment before slamming him to the wall. “You were willing to embarrass yourself by standing outside my door with a boner and a stack of cash, begging for some pussy, so what’s the problem with getting it dealt with outside my door hmm?” You whisper into his ear, very closely, so he could feel your breath on his skin, making him shiver.

“And who knows… maybe everyone would appreciate the class slut finally getting what he deserves.” You say cockily while motioning to palm the bulge in his shorts.

“I’m n-not a slut… If you’re just going to be mean then let go of me.”

“Hmm… If you don’t wanna be disrespected think twice before doing the same with a knock on my door. But you’re being a whiny bitch for the wrong reasons, which isn’t fun.” You sigh, before removing your hand from Denki’s shorts, only for his hips to try and follow. You push Denki into your room. “In ya go. Shut it and be obedient, would ya?” You say, shutting the door behind you with one swing of your arm.

Before Denki could even think of a witty comeback to try and piss you off more, he was getting his hair pulled and smooth lips were being pressed harshly against his, another hand holding his waist, he rolled his eyes back up into his head as you trailed your lips down his jawline and around his throat, sucking down and lacing your tongue over areas just to find the spot that would make him whimper.

You looked up to see his reactions, and pulled off before pushing him closer to your bed. “You’re not a slut, huh? Look at your face, drooling over getting some contact. It’s cute but I want more.” You turn him around to face you while you sit back on your bed.

He tries to crawl on with you but a hand to his chest stops him. The fingers make their way to start pulling at his left nipple just a bit. “Ah ah ah, not yet. Give me a show first. Strip.” Denki backs away at the command, his face was extremely red and he felt very scared but turned on at the same time.

Denki never gave a strip tease before in his life so he didn’t even know where to begin, he looked down, his boxers and shorts had his dick trapped and it kinda hurt. But at the same time he needed to put on a show, so he started with his socks of all things. You slapped your palm to your face.

Taking the hint, Denki tried again by pulling down his shorts while bending over, showing off his surprisingly round ass, you resisted the urge to go and smack it, anticipation was pleasure.

His long yellow shirt fell over his boxers and went down to his mid-thigh. Denki faced you once again and fiddled with the end of his shirt, starting to feel a little insecure. You took notice of his hesitation, you moved closer to the edge of the bed and reached out for him. You decided to soften up for a moment. “C’mon… I’m not gonna make fun of you or anything, you’re doing good so far, you’re almost there and then you can come over here, okay baby boy?”

Denki never knew he needed praise or encouragement so bad in his life. It only got him more hard but now he felt more motivated. He wanted to hear more praise, so he started with pulling down his boxers and shivering when your hand ghosted in between his thighs, the shape of his cock clear under the shirt, and with his arms crossed he finally pulled it up over his head and tossed it away.

Instantly, he let out a yelp at you already kissing at his chest and feeling his tummy, not even paying attention to his dick at all, your thumbs rolled over his nipples, making him bite his lip to quiet himself.

You looked up and saw Denki biting his lip and frowned. “Nuh uh, don’t silence yourself. I wanna hear how good I’m treating you. I want to hear how lucky you are right now.” You whispered into his skin, sucking hickeys around his breast.

In the quietest voice, he said “Ok…”

On the outside he looked like a professional submissive boy, a femboy who knew what he was doing and enjoyed his position but on the inside he was screaming because this was not how he imagined fooling around with you was gonna go. He thought he’d get to be the one in charge but he was robbed of it so easily, and it frustrated him because it wasn’t what he wanted, but what he was getting felt so much better than anything he could have imagined.

A hand was brought up near his mouth, fingers touching under his bottom lip. They make eye contact. “Spit.” Was all you said, in a clear and firm tone of voice. Denki gathered all the saliva in his mouth and emptied it out onto your hand without a second thought. As if this was in his nature, just obeying.

The spit then went and slathered over his cock along with the rest of your hands, he loudly moaned at the surprise contact even though he didn’t know what else he was expecting you to do with his spit. Your wrist went in a smooth stroke, turning and going up and down. He’d never had his cock touched by anybody else other than himself and he felt so small, being out of control of the strokes, out of control of the pleasure.

“You know… I gotta hand it to you…” You started, “You certainly were bigger than I was expecting.” You say quietly, head down, just watching. He was mesmerized by watching you stroke him, and having him in such a vulnerable position.

“Told you I was packing.” He smirked, using humor to try and ease the nerves.

“You’re still an idiot… but we did have an agreement… so,” You let go of his dick and grabbed his wrists and lightly pulled him onto the bed, you moved his legs apart and your mouth hovered over the head of his cock. “Roll your nipples between your thumbs and index fingers.” You commanded before making a light slap to the side of his thigh, he did so immediately while he watched you quickly wrap your lips around the head.

He made a higher pitched squeak that embarrassed him and he put his nose into his elbow to hide his face. Then your mouth lifted off. He winced at the loss of contact and looked down at you, you were displeased. “What did I say.” You asked, but not like a question.

“T-to touch my chest…” He said in the tiniest voice possible.

“And?”

“And to not… hide my voice…” He was trembling.

“Good boy, now do it.” You said, before returning your mouth to his cock and moving your mouth further and further down. Denki did as he was told, allowing himself to whine out in a high pitched voice and tease around and play with his nipples as directed. He was ecstatic, and found even more pleasure in the fact that he was only pleasured as much as you allowed him to be. The dynamics alone were enough to send precum down your throat. The lewd noises of your mouth around his length, and he looked down, watching you do it. He felt his hips moving, trying to thrust deeper into your mouth. After a particular hard buck, you pulled off.

“Are you trying to get deeper baby boy? I’ll show you deeper.” You smirked before taking him all the way in, till her nose reached his abdomen.

Denki let out the fullest moan since they started this encounter, it was almost like he was in shock from the pleasure, he most definitely could not contain his pleasure now. He wanted to fuck your throat, even though he knew that you were the one in control. He could only keep moaning and enduring the slow and deep pace you were taking.

He had never considered himself a premature ejaculator, seriously. This man would jack off with a timer running, he’d gone 10 minutes of jerking himself off super fast before actually cumming. He thought that was a skill in it of itself, but here he was, with the real deal, feeling like he was gonna get his cock milked in under 2 minutes. It was humiliating but that only made it more arousing, and worse, for him.

“A-ah, I think I’m gonna-” He could only begin before you were pulling off of him with a pop and a catty smile. Tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, due to the pain of not having release. But you enjoyed it thoroughly.

“You’re so cute, Kaminari. But you’re not gonna get to cum that easily. If you were smart enough, you would have figured this out as soon as we were in my room but… you only get to cum when I tell you to.” You say, with a wink.

“I… d-didn’t expect anything else…” He admits, embarrassed at how much he knew he was powerless.

“Lay back now. Hands at your sides. You’re not allowed to move them from your sides and touch anywhere. I wouldn’t want your pretty dick turning purple on me now.” You tut pressing his shoulders into the mattress. His eyes widened at the fearful prospect, so he stiffened his arms and strained them to his sides just on the off chance he loses control and they started swinging rapidly. But, that wasn’t likely to happen of course.

You got off the bed and started stripping yourself, only your pants and underwear of course, Denki watched her keenly and hopeful you would expose your chest. “I know you too well, you of course wanna see my tits, and you can. Do a good enough job of eating me out and getting me nice and wet, I’ll fuck you with em, sound good?” You smiled.

Denki stopped breathing for a few seconds, trying to process what the fuck he just heard. It was so vulgar, and only made his dick twitch again. Now he was determined to do a good job of returning the favor, in his mind he confirmed that this was now his purpose. Just to do whatever it takes to satisfy you. Rewarded or not, he needed to do a good job. He wanted to hear it come from your mouth. Of course his eyes wandered down and looked at your built legs to your cunt. You crawled over his chest and next thing he knew there was a pussy in his face and being lowered onto his face.

The only thought that ran through his head was, “I can’t wait to tell those virgins to fuck off if they ever call me one again.”

Denki enjoyed having a vagina thrusted onto his mouth more than he thought he was going to, he kept humming and sucking, and licking around, trying to find the spots that would bring out more noises from you. He wanted to hear you lose even just a little bit of composure, but at the same time he wanted to show that he was competent. Your little breaths and sighs of pleasure made him want to keep going no matter how tired his tongue and jaw were, he watched enough cunnilingus videos, so surely he must’ve retained some of that information and technique. (Uh huh.)

He delved his tongue as deep inside as he could go, and you made a whine and started to fall back, his hands had to move otherwise you would have fallen off him entirely and that would have been bad, so he held you by the hips to his face, allowing him to go harder than he had been going before. You didn’t even protest as you were taken aback by eager pussy eating and you both now had a steady rhythm of back and forth. You couldn’t take the way Denki was moaning into your heat, and the wriggling of his tongue inside, that would occasionally pull out just so he could suck onto your clit, and most of all, the way he looked up at you while he did all this. Denki had the most innocent and begging eyes while he did sinful things with his mouth.

In between licking fat stripes, Denki spoke, “Please… cum… on my tongue.” before sticking his tongue back in between your folds and into your core. Denki was so shy up until then, so the sudden change in tone had you fucking whipped, you could feel the intensity of the pleasure building up inside you, like a room with glass walls filling with water, and then breaking the glass with an axe.

You felt yourself tightening around his tongue, and your hips speeding up, and Denki’s hands holding your hips even tighter, with just a couple more thrusts you were cumming onto his face, and Denki was whimpering and going to lap up as much as he could. It was almost like you were going to have to pull him off, if you had the energy to of course, but he was eating out still like it was his last fucking meal. And he was whining much louder than you thought he would.

“Oh my fucking God, Kaminari, you sure you’re a virgin? Damn.” You panted out of breath. “I wasn’t even expecting to cum.” You looked down at the boy who was still trying to hide his face away, he was all blushy and his eyes watery, like he was super embarrassed.

“Baby boy, you okay?” You said, concerned. You didn’t think you did anything hardcore enough to put him into a subspace of any sort, and didn’t want him to have some sort of anxiety attack. So you shakily lifted yourself off of him and pet his hair, just before looking over to his cock. To see ropes of white already painting his tummy. Denki put his hands over his face and pushed his legs together. You were surprised.

He came just from eating a girl out. You retracted your previous statement. He was definitely a virgin. Yet, you found it kind of cute, that serving could have provided him enough stimulation.

Denki must’ve been super sensitive down there from cumming untouched like that. And he was still hard. You reached out to touch his member with just the tips of your fingers and listened to Denki’s tiny cute whines. Just hearing him was enough to stir a fire in your loins again.

“Does it feel good when I do that?” You barely just stroked the head of Denki’s cock and looked at his face, his hands moved away and he was now gasping and gripping the sheets.

“S-sensitive. Very… sensitive.” He winces through his teeth.

“If I kept doing this would you come again soon?” You whisper right next to his ear, making him throw his head back while gasping out a choked ‘yes’.

“Hmm… Since you wanted to cum so bad, and could do it so easily, let’s see how many times we can get you to cum, hmm? Would your greedy cock like that?” You picked up the pace of your hand, using the cum he already released as a lubricant.

“F-fuck, it’s too sensitive, I can’t.” Denki says weakly. His head leaning towards you, wanting to put his head into your shoulder and hide.

“No hiding, watch yourself, watch yourself cum again.” You say firmly, using your free hand to grab his hair and make him look down at himself. “You’re so easy, you did so good for me yet you couldn’t contain yourself, now look at you, you’re gonna get fucking milked. How does that feel? That what you wanted? To pay money and then get humiliated like a little bitch?”

The rest of your fingers stopped moving and it was only your thumb doing the moving, slowly and strongly on the underside of his cock, feeling just for the vein and rubbing. Denki’s grip tightened on the sheets and he lifted his legs up, as if he was going to show his ass to a third person in the room. As expected, Denki was cumming again, a little bit less than the first time but still very thick. He made a loud, raspy moan in the back of his throat.

But the stroking didn’t stop. Nono, you were far from finished with him.

“P-please… no more… it’s gonna hurt soon…”

“You mean it doesn’t hurt now? Because I got something that will make it feel quite better. Get up.” You found it in yourself to stand up without trembling surprisingly, but it gave you a bit of a confidence boost because you could successfully walk, unlike Denki who was down two orgasms and a half and had wobbly knees. You smiled at this.

You went over to Denki’s abandoned shorts and seeked the stack of money he was going to “pay” you with. You weren’t actually interested in the money, but while it was here you may as well get some use out of it, even if it wasn’t buying the manga box set you saw a couple weeks ago at the mall…

Before Denki could say anything, more so stutter than speak, You littered the paper money all around the bed. And then you plopped yourself right down on it, jokingly making a little money angel on the bed. You spread your legs open, and used one hand to open your folds to show your still sopping wet cunt, and the other to make the “come here” motion at Denki.

“Get over here and fuck me on your money like the true cash pig you wish you could be.” You smirked.

Denki’s cock shot straight up again, you were internally cackling at this boy's ability to say no more but keep right on going. It was like a gift that keeps on giving. He was pretty quick to push his head into your entrance, while hissing through his teeth, even you were still feeling a bit sensitive, but you could forget all about that when he pushed all 7 inches inside, quickly.

“Jesus, Kaminari, you trying to kill me?”

“Y-you’re presenting yourself like a street whore, so it’s only fair… I fuck you like one.”

Oh yeah, you were in for your money's worth.