Jirou and Kaminari started the evening listening to music, but the night slowly turns into them making their own love song together.
Hey guys! It's been a long time coming, life hit me from all angles. It's good to be back, the new season is out, and I will soon have more time to write! I haven't forgotten this story, and it's hopefully gonna be more frequently updated! I wouldn't go awol without due reason, and if I did drop this story then I would make a note about it. Anyways, enjoy this KamiJirou chapter! heavy lemon content ahead! and fluff, lots of corny teenage behavior. I tried not to make them too OOC, but man I just love this ship. I had to make it a beefy chapter.
"YOUUU CAN SMIIIIILEEEE AGAAAIIINNNNNN!" Jirou and Kaminari yelled into their cardboard rolls, bending their knees and tipping their heads back as though they were in concert. Denki was jumping up and down as the speakers drowned out any wrong notes they sang. Kyoka let out a toothy grin at her blonde floormate, hollering the rest of the lyrics to the song as she threw the empty towel roll at his head. Denki screeched and yelled obscenities as he chased Kyoka around the room, stomping heavily as she darted out of his reach, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Kyoka doubled over and howled as she watched Denki trip and land face-first on the floor, tears streaming down both their faces in rich humor. They had been doing karaoke performances to anime soundtracks for nearly an hour now, faces red and streaming with sweat from all the dancing and screaming.
Denki snorted as he thumped his head, flipping onto his back as he laughed at his own clumsiness, while Kyoka sank to her knees and cried into her hands over how funny it was. She swore he was literally the clumsiest person on earth. The song ended while they were still laughing about it, and Kyoka stood up to dial the volume down a bit, much to Denki's chagrin.
"Aww why'd you turn it down?" The blonde pouted, sitting up and holding his knees to his chest as his floormate stopped the vinyl player, grabbed her phone and changed the genre of the music. Kyoka sucked her teeth and jabbed a finger at the door towards the corner as the music shifted to smooth vaporwave.
"Because Ida will Beat-Ya if we don't respect quiet hours. They're about to start, and he still hasn't let go of the incident from two weeks ago." Denki remembered vividly with a cocky grin, recalling how Jirou had gone one minute over quiet hours with her music still blasting, and Ida literally burned a hole in the hall carpet coming over to tell her off about it.
"Fair enough. Are you going to kick me out?" Denki raised an eyebrow, seeing as how Ida might also care about Kyoka having a boy in her room. Jirou shook her head and smiled gaudily at the ceiling.
"Did you forget already? We were supposed to study for that test. I barely remember what Aizawa said was on it either," the earphone jack teen sighed as she walked over to her desk, shuffling through some papers. "You said you had some photocopies?"
"Oh yeah! Ida had that one book that was way high in demand over that test, so when Aizawa mentioned the test topics last week, I scanned some of the pages in the book." Kaminari extended a leg and stood up with the other, standing with his hands in his pockets. "I think everyone's been borrowing that book all week anyways. Do you want me to get the actual thing? Maybe Yaoyorozu has it?"
"Nah, it's okay. She's probably asleep. We can look at the book tomorrow, but if you have the prints, we should probably start now. I told Asui and Ashido I'd train with them sometime this weekend." Jirou put the organized papers aside on the corner of the desk, wincing at her scrawly handwriting before walking to the opposite wall and inspecting the peeling corners of her posters. "Go grab them real quick, so Ida also thinks you went back to your room. He's starting to suspect that you live here instead." Kyoka rolled her eyes and flicked her earphone jacks with a smirk as Denki grinned and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
"I kinda do! Not my fault you have the best speakers in the house. I'll go grab those notes if it means we get to study to some lo-fi." Kaminari cracked open the door handle and scuttled outside quickly before Jirou could flick him in the ear, chuckling to himself as he heard her retort across the hall.
"It's not lo-fi, dumbass! It's vaporwave! Two completely different genres!" Jirou huffed, extending an arm to smooth out a poster corner. Maybe, Jirou thought, I need better paste for these. Then she looked over at her CD rack, hissing her teeth as she noticed majority of the cases hanging precariously close to the edge of the shelf. Or maybe just stop playing music loud enough to rattle the walls. She pondered for a moment. Nah.
Denki hummed to himself as he made a loud show of opening his door and closing it before turning on the lights and pillaging his room. He was sure the notes were somewhere, but then his attention flitted to how noticeably stuffy it was in his room. Did I turn on the heat or something? He wondered as he dialed down the thermostat. The vents creaked as the AC started up, and the gust of air rustled some papers nearby. Kaminari blinked for a second before bending down to investigate the pile of notes sticking at odd angles from his backpack.
He grabbed a handful and began sorting through the papers before he landed on a paper titled, GRAPE JUICES FRUITS FOR PICKING in large bold pencil. Denki sucked his teeth as he realized Mineta left another stupid page of drawings in his backpack. That little dork was going to get him in trouble if he kept doing that and someone looked through Kaminari's stuff. Most of what Mineta drew was not safe for work.
No, No, oh, Kaminari grimaced and then smirked at the notebook page full of lewd drawings. Mineta might be a filthy mind, but his sketches were rather fruity. Not that it was okay for him to draw portraits of the girls of the class, either. Kaminari momentarily pleaded forgiveness from above before snickering at the stupid drawings Mineta had shoved in his bag. Poor Yaoyorozu was given milk tanks, and it was obvious Mineta was just putting his fantasies right on the middle of the paper. Asui was drawn as a literal frog off to the side, and Uraraka was a teeny doodle in the corner of the paper, floating away. He guessed Toru was the poorly shaded pile of clothes and Ashido was the… cotton candy with spikes? The blonde shook his head before he realized that a rectangle with squiggles coming out of the sides was Jirou. He frowned in disagreement.
Mineta was fucking dense if he didn't think Jirou was hot. Sure, she wasn't the curviest girl in the class, but she was still fit and trim from her training. She wasn't the bubbliest, but she marched to the beat of her own drum. She diverged from her parents' professions and decided to become a hero and employed her own interests into her hero persona. Jirou might be shy about publicizing her interests, but never held back about sticking up for them. Denki smirked and chuckled as he remembered the jacking he and Aoyama received for poking fun at her room. It wasn't pleasant, but he quietly admitted to himself that it was a turn-on to see Kyoka proudly defend her room. Seeing her lips crinkle and cheeks flush all red…
Denki blinked and shook the simmering out of his cheeks as he realized he was daydreaming again. A bead of sweat glissaded down his temple as his throat felt like cotton. Why was he thinking about all these things? He just came back to get his notes. Scrapping through his bag to locate the photocopies, he yanked them out of the bottom of his bag, his eye catching Mineta's drawing one more time.
He raised an eyebrow and scoffed once more at the rectangle. Jirou was fine as hell, and for all of Kaminari's joking antics with Mineta and girls, Jirou was definitely the girl he was crushing on the most. He couldn't help it, they just had a lot in common. Their music tastes were similar, their quirks were compatible so they studied a lot together, and both of them strove to get the last word. Now that he thought about it, they looked damn good together…
Denki hissed and closed his eyes, sucking his teeth and tipping his head back in frustration. The last damn thing he needed was a semi in front of Kyoka while they were studying. Whatever, he rolled his eyes and turned off the lights, holding the book prints in one hand and holding the other in his pocket to hide his train of thought. He could just think about Asui's crickets in the fridge and will his erection away. Unless…
Denki poked his lip out and turned the lights on again, walking over to his bed and setting the notes down next to him. He reached into his pants and gripped himself, giving a few half-hearted strokes as he groaned softly. I can just say I had to take a phone call, he mused as he picked up the pace, quickly stroking his fully hardened cock. Better to just get it out before showing up hard.
Jirou clicked her tongue as she brought out a small clothes steamer and hand vacuum from her closet. As much as she loved Kaminari's antics in her room, she had a few bones to pick about how much his hair shed off and left static charges all over her area. Room inspections aside, too much static charge messed with her sensitive earjacks. Jirou switched the vacuum on to whisk away his blonde locks, silently betting when she would find another rare black-tinted one. It wasn't his fault, but thankfully she didn't have carpet. She gently set steam to the beanbag and her bed after putting the vacuum away, calming her senses down before he came back to study. He's taking a while, Kyoka noted. Probably lost his notes somewhere in his room. However, she didn't quite believe herself. Something was up. She raised an eyebrow before walking to her closet, descending her earjack to the inconspicuous slot in the corner.
Before she had moved in, Aizawa had pulled Jirou aside to discuss the potential of eavesdropping her quirk had. After a few hours of monotonous discourse, as well as input from Principal Nezu, they had finally came to compromise that she had no malintent of spying on her classmates, but they also could not prevent her from listening if she so desired. As such, Aizawa relied on her integrity to use her quirk only in the situation of discretely checking in on her fellow classmates and assessing potential dangers. Her teacher was even amenable enough to drill the agreed-upon holes himself, but not before giving a crass warning about making any unapproved alterations in the drywall.
Kyoka bent her neck a bit as she angled to catch the frequencies coming from Denki's room, widening her eyes as she heard the sounds of a bed creaking, skin slapping and deep panting. Are you shitting me, Kyoka thought as she brought a hand to her mouth, cheeks reddening as she listened to Denki pleasuring himself. She could feel the reverberations through her jack as he masturbated, every stroke of his hand slamming up and down, every haughty growl coming out of his throat. She felt her breath hitch as the floor beneath her began to buzz.
Jirou swore her chest constricted and rabbit feet thumped her ribcage. She obviously knew he masturbated, he was a normal teenage boy, but to actually catch him in the act? She knew she should leave him be, but his groans were surprisingly… attractive. It was a melodious sound, and he kept up a good rhythm, breathing in and out for twice as many strokes. There was a crooning note in his voice that crept down her spine…
No, no, that's gross, Jirou shook her head, but the denial was evident as she kept listening, unable to turn away. Her heart began to race as she twisted her other jack between her fingers and felt herself get aroused at the sound of her floormate pleasuring himself. The tips of her fingers shivered as she heard him moan a with particularly husky timbre, coupled with a soft pattering of… Jirou clenched her jaw. She realized her heartbeat had slithered low towards her groin, sucking her teeth as she began to feel those familiar pulses of need. She began to visualize the sight of Denki naked, in all his lean, dumbfuck glory, mischievously handsome as he smirked and ran his hand along his length…
Staticky rustling of fabric jolted Kyoka back to her wits as she concluded he was done and putting on his clothes. Suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed, she yanked her earjack out of the socket and crossed her arms over her chest, clutching the fabric at her shoulder as she took slow, drawn breaths. She had really eavesdropped on her friend jacking off. And enjoyed it.
Superhearing wasn't needed as Jirou heard footsteps crossing the hall. Jumping suddenly with a yipe, she scrambled to smooth her clothes and dart out of her closet, frantically jumping on her beanbag in an attempt to seem casual. The raven-haired teen instinctively fiddled with her earjacks between her fingers in nervousness, silently praying for her arousal to go down. She could feel her underwear begin to dampen at the fleeting thoughts of Kaminari moaning in her ear…
Jirou spazzed again as Kaminari opened the door, one hand in his pocket as the other clutched a few photocopies. The blonde smirked as he saw her jump, walking over to toss the copies onto the bed before raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry for not knocking, but did you just jump? I'd think you can hear everyone with those jacks," Denki chuckled lightheartedly, laying belly down on her bed and crossing his arms over the railing as he peered down at Jirou's spot on the beanbag. "I thought you could hear what everyone does all the time."
"No, I can't! My jacks have to be plugged in something, Goldilocks," Jirou winced as her voice cracked, glaring at Kaminari as he pursed his lips in amusement. "That's like saying you can activate your quirk through all the porcupine quills you shed everywhere."
"Hey! I don't shed that much, Coraline," Denki falsely pouted and stuck out his lip, running a hand through the black streak in his hair. "Wouldn't be cool if my hair shocked though? Like if I charged hairs like bombs?"
"I think you might already," Kyoka smiled. "Sometimes when you shed in my room, it leaves static charges. I gotta be careful cleaning up because prolonged static messes with my jacks." She immediately jumped at a safe opportunity to tell Denki about her pickings.
"Well, I can't control my shedding, but you can increase your tolerance!" Denki's eyes lit up with trouble as he lunged over the railing and flopped his head on the beanbag next to Kyoka, thudding the floor as she yelped in surprise. He swiftly grabbed her jacks and smothered them gently into his golden hair, looking up with his face mere inches from her own. "How can you be in a room full of electronics but complain about static?"
Kyoka gasped as the tips of her jacks poked Kaminari's head, blushing at his usual invasion of personal space. His hair was full of light charges that buzzed around her jacks, but he wasn't as charged up as usual. Could it be he let it out when he… Kyoka blushed even deeper red at the thought. Her heart began to pound as she stuttered to respond.
Denki snickered again as he made his friend all flustered. It was cute seeing her lips crinkle in surprise. He felt fast, light tapping coming from her jack tips. He remembered her quirk relied on projecting her heartbeat; was her heart really going this fast? He looked up and raised an eyebrow before a pungent smell quietly made its way to his nose. His remaining eyebrow raised up as he realized why she seemed extra skittish.
Jirou quickly noticed that Kaminari's breathing had shifted to deep, low breaths, and she recoiled in horror, crossing her legs as Denki sat up, chuckling nervously and mimicking the move on the floor. She had failed to notice that her arousal could be smelt all over the room. No doubt he had noticed… He probably thinks I'm dirty, Kyoka mentally screamed in despair.
Denki felt ashamed as Kyoka turned away, clearly embarrassed out of her mind. Not that she had much to be embarrassed about, the scent was full of hearty notes that were a heavy turn-on. He bit his cheek as he felt himself start to get hard again, but he realized his friend was literally imploding on herself in anxiety. Denki decided to be straight to the point about it; her self-esteem had always appreciated his honesty, and he wasn't about to do her a disfavor.
"Hey, don't worry about it," Kaminari tilted his head in understanding, mentally cheering when he noticed her eyes flit to make eye contact. "We all get like that sometimes." Sometimes, as in, five times a day, he duly noted for himself. "That's kind of why I took a bit… I had to get it out of my system. I can't be getting like that around you." Suddenly realizing he said too much, Denki slapped his forehead and red filled his cheeks. She probably had the wrong idea now.
It was Jirou's turn to raise an eyebrow as she straightened up a bit, catching the nuance. He got horny over me?She thought incredulously, honestly impressed he admitted it instead of coming up with another excuse. She decided to be upfront with her classmate about it too.
"Well… you were taking a bit, so I used my quirk to check in and make sure you were, well, alive… and I kind of… uh, heard you, getting it out of your system," Kyoka stuttered and shrank a bit, rustling the beanbag. "I couldn't help myself, I kept listening, it sounded… good?" Kyoka sucked her teeth and huffed at her sucky choice of words.
Kaminari's pervy side surfaced a bit as he sat up straight, puffing his chest out in sharp contrast to his awkward smile. "I'd hope, 'cause it felt good." He bit his lip in nervousness at how stupid that sounded. "I just didn't want to come in all distracted when we should be studying."
Jirou had completely forgotten they were supposed to study. If she was being honest with herself, she was by far too frazzled to be focused on anything productive. How had she not noticed her floormate was this hot and ditzy?
"I mean, haha, yeah we can," Kyoka laughed wryly in an attempt not to perish from embarrassment. She looked down at the floor, unsure of what to do next. She expected him to walk out…
"If you want to call it a night, we can," Denki sighed, feeling guilty he had caused his friend to get this self-conscious. "I can leave you my notes now and get them from you tomorrow or something." The blonde was trying his very best not to become stiffer as red dusted her cheeks.
"I was listening to you jerk off and I got horny over it!" Kyoka suddenly blurted, whipping her head around to face her floormate, who jumped back in surprise. "What I did was wrong, and… I'm sorry. It was dirty and selfish and dumb."
Lo and behold, Kaminari didn't agree. "I don't think it was bad. You were checking in on me, and I was just jerkin', and you enjoyed listening," he felt his smirk grow as he processed that a girl actually got aroused over him. He took a deep breath and decided to come forward, feeling hopeful that getting out the truth was better rather than worse. "I was actually, uh, hehe," he sheepishly looked at the ground before looking back into her eyes, "thinking about you." Kaminari bit his whole lip and knitted his brows in guilt.
Kyoka reeled a bit and blinked. She listened to her friend jerking off, and got aroused, and the whole time he was jerking to the thought of her. It was all a bit idiotic. She knew she should be appalled, that she shouldn't be entertaining these thoughts, but after what Mineta did, she felt a beam of confidence that one of her best friends found her attractive. The feeling was quite mutual, now that she thought about it…
"Don't take it the wrong way!" Denki flapped his hands around, nervous as Kyoka just blankly stared at him, expressionless. "It wasn't just, like, that, I was just thinking about how well we get along and, uh, all the little things you do that are cute," it was definitely his turn for red to splash his cheeks. "Mineta can take a stick up his ass. I think you're hot." Oh no oh no I said too much-
"Well maybe I feel the same!" Kyoka was shaking at how much spotlight this conversation was getting. She felt herself begin to sweat and feel feverish. "Maybe I-"
Denki took his chance and lunged forward, crashing his lips against hers. However, he misjudged and hit her face a bit too hard, earning a squawk of indignation as they bumped apart.
"Warn me next time!" Kyoka's eyes softened in spite of her snippy reply as she grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him in again, connecting softly in a deep sigh. She buried her fingers deep in his hair and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips and radiating bliss. Denki braced his hands on either side of her on the beanbag as he propped up on his knees and leaned into the kiss. It was off to an awkward start but it was hot and desperate and everything those two needed in that moment.
They began to move their lips in time with each other, unconsciously following the soft beat of the vaporwave innocently playing in the background. Kyoka took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling his ashen, spiked scent, and wrapped her arms further around the back of his neck. "You're so dumb," she broke apart momentarily to murmur before sinking back into the kiss.
"I'll show you dumb," Kaminari broke to give a dimwitted reply before kissing her back even harder, holding her head in place with his as he stood up. She opened her eyes in surprise before he swiftly picked her up by the legs and sat back down promptly on the beanbag with Jirou completely sitting on him and straddling his waist.
Not that Jirou thought it was dumb. Not at all. She leaned down and into him, arching her back so their chests touched and crossed her legs. In doing so, she ground her ass against his lap and felt his print. Still wet from earlier, she gave a sigh and melted into his touch.
Denki growled into her mouth, feeling heated sparks through his fingertips as he trailed his hands from her thighs to her waist. He slipped her tongue into her mouth in daring and was welcomed with a rivalled passion. His head was buzzing as he felt himself charging up. He felt himself getting harder as Kyoka ground her center against his pants, hot and soft. The contact felt ripe and hot and he couldn't help but let out a deep moan into her mouth.
"C sharp," Jirou mumbled haphazardly before she widened her eyes in horror. Kaminari pulled away from her, face written with confusion and fluster, before Jirou clambered for words. "Sorry, growing up my dad always made me say pitch to help write lyrics. I don't know why I remem- mmff!"
Denki leaned in and bit her bottom lip hard, just teasing on the threshold of pain and pleasure. He released it slowly and pulled away, earning a solid moan from Kyoka as she shivered with delight.
"F sharp," he grazed his way past her jawline and murmured against her neck. "You aren't the only one who can say pitch… AYIY!" Denki griped as Kyoka snaked her earjack under his chin and gave him a solid buzzing.
"G sharp," Kyoka snickered as she tangled her fingers in his hair, arching into him more. The arousal laced in her voice didn't go unnoticed by Denki as he grasped her skin with his teeth and bit down, sucking forcefully at her neck.
Kyoka's eyes fluttered shut and she groaned haughtily as colors burst from her neck down. Her nerves were fraying and her core tugged low as she pulled on Denki's hair, earning a grunt of discomfort. His tongue was lapping over her sensitive skin as he sucked a trail down to the base of her neck, saliva leaving minty wisps behind. By now she was throbbing painfully and couldn't help but writhe in desperation as she felt his cock hardening beneath her.
Denki's senses were overloaded as he took in as much of her tender neck as he could. He could taste and smell every bit of her and he couldn't get enough of it. Her home scent, her detergent, her warm pussy wafting upwards… He bit into her fleshy collarbone area, breathing hard as she squeaked in indignation. He was fully hard again, erection pressing into Jirou's soft center as he felt her knees tighten around his waist. He could feel her perky nipples through their shirts against his own chest, and let his hands wander against the plane of her stomach to the crease in her thighs. Goddamn, he was in heaven… Denki held her groin against his as he began to grind slowly.
Kyoka was losing her mind. Shooting stars of arousal were darting through her system as her pussy ached, begging for relief. Had she been alone, she would have grabbed the broken microphone she kept in the closet, but now she had her hot ass classmate grinding against her. Unashamedly, she let one hand off of his hair and reached down to tug his waistband down, just enough to free his boxer-clad erection.
Denki let go of his hold on Kyoka's neck and hissed as his erection was even closer to her center, slightly smeared with pre and inaudibly buzzing. The pair continued their shameless grinding, feeling hot and senseless and everything a budding couple felt. There was a thick layer of static coating around them now; their Quirks were triggering small charges with the friction. Denki was in euphoria just like that, but Kyoka was beginning to lose her mind. She needed relief and she needed it now.
"Fuck's sake Denki, just take me already", Kyoka leaned her forehead against his, hot breath billowing across his cheeks as she arched herself into his hold. He didn't need to be told twice- he wanted it just as badly as she did. Denki swiftly grabbed her around the thighs and literally hauled ass to her bed, setting her down and mounting over her. The thickening static crackled between them in tune with their movements. Jirou's bangs were mussed and her face was tinged with desire, and his heart skipped a beat with the way she gazed at Kaminari so sensually. Kyoka blinked out of her stupor and drew a slick breath over her teeth as she sat up a bit and reached down to quickly take her shirt off. Denki bit his teeth in a growl as he did the same, and in a few moments the pair had also taken off their pants. Denki was completely naked, kneeling just next to Kyoka's legs as he sat up and looked smugly down at her.
Denki knew he was attractive, he just never acted suave for the part. Kyoka blushed even deeper red as a bead of sweat dripped down her temple. The blonde was lean and ripped, from his chiseled shoulders to his defined muscles gleaning down his thighs. The tiniest bolts of yellow danced across his body as his Quirk was activating from being so aroused. Dare she look lower… his cock stood in a proud salute, and proud indeed, cleanly shaven and with an impressive size for his age. The veins running across the length very dimly glowed golden- it was clear his excitement was being channeled towards his erection. Her core clawed at her insides in lust, her head full of imagination how he might ravish her. The sudden heat between them had grown so much it took away all their reservations, all their clumsiness, just for these moments. Slowly she trailed her eyes up his abs until she met his gaze, and he lowered his eyes in dark seduction. Kyoka rippled with excitement- she had overcome the awkwardness and was finally about to cross the line from best friends to lovers. All the muddled confusion had been cleared and was replaced by the raw chemistry between them for what it was.
"Take these off," he growled, reaching down to pull off Kyoka's sopping panties and unhook her bra. He jostled her a bit before mounting over her, feasting his eyes over her gorgeous frame, the air filled with vaporwave and shocks from the charges radiating off his skin. The atmosphere was thick, making them impatient and urging them to move. Kyoka writhed a bit and whimpered with need as he leered over, his cock grazing her belly and twitching at the contact. Her nipples were hard and her breasts perked up sweetly as he swept down her toned stomach to her legs, taking in another whiff of her ripe, wet pussy. Her hips jerked upwards and brushed against his dick, earning a husky moan from Denki as her soft skin shot pulses through his spine.
"Just put it in, Sparkplug," Kyoka whined as she wriggled her entrance closer to Denki's shaft, reaching up and tracing her fingers down his pecs. He had never looked so attractive- Kaminari's blonde locks were tangled in sweat on his forehead as he clenched his jaw, his eye piercing like he was ready to pounce on her. Flecks of red dusted his cheeks as he leaned down and swept her in a deep, passionate kiss, causing Kyoka's eyes to flutter shut as she soft waves of heat rolled on. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his back as she felt him briefly fumble near her entrance, before softly sinking the tip in with a chorus of electrical zips.
Kyoka moaned low against his soft lips as he slowly filled her entrance, sliding her tongue in his mouth as he sank deeper into her. Her curved, sloping heat matched his vigorous, throbbing length as he pressed down on her cervix, accompanied by a hearty groan through his mouth to hers. The pleasure to be filled by him was unmatched; like jade shards were dancing through her. Steadily, Kaminari picked up his pace, still kissing her deeply as his tongue began to emanate like Pop Rocks. His strokes were long and deep, causing her walls to jolt unexpectedly.
"Shit… you feel so good…" Denki hissed, briskly pulling apart to sit up properly, bracing his hands on Kyoka's hips. He dug his nails into the dips of her ass as he began driving into her full-force, slamming with each thrust. His whole body was now heavily covered in long, jagged bolts of electricity as his senses were overwhelmed with lust. He panted heavily, looming over Kyoka as the bolts travelled across her body as well, dancing their way over her petite breasts and all the way down to the tips of her earjacks. The raven-haired girl replied to his strokes with guttural cries of bliss, eyes crumpled together with desire as her mouth hung open and a string of drool made its way down her jaw. Her body twitched and jerked with the electricity, and for a moment he worried he was hurting her, but he quickly realized she was moving in harmony with the shocks. Spurred on, Denki let out heavy grunts as he kept his rigorous pace.
Kyoka was in another dimension. She could barely keep her sight straight as Denki's electricity pored through her torso and fanned in waves through her appendages. Hot pink flashes glimmered through her mind as he pounded her sweet spot and kept her nerves on edge. Her hands scrabbled at the sheets as she wrapped her earjacks around his wrists, moving the tips along his knuckles in an effort to brace herself. These charges were nothing like those Kaminari used during combat- these bolts were raw, untamed, coming solely from his emotions and will. They didn't hurt her, but radiated her chest and filled her with an indescribable pleasure that finally pooled down to her sweet core. It felt like he was fucking her entire body, like he was becoming an aurora to sweep her off her feet. Kyoka felt her abdomen swelling with unrelease as she cried out, her head nearly slamming against the drums behind her as she sang out her sweet love to the trumpets of the vaporwave, still innocently playing in the background.
Kaminari gasped as he felt the tendrils of her earjacks snake around his wrists and graze across his hands. His skull began to buzz as Jirou's shockwaves reverberated through his arms, and they slowly resonated through his chest and thighs as he kept pounding into her hot, wet sex. Her pussy felt even better as his cock began to buzz, their quirks intermingling. The blonde felt himself delve even deeper as Kyoka began arching her hips into each of his strokes, the sound of wet skin slapping filling the room as both of them groaned and panted.
The pair continued to fuck like animals, shaking the bed and drowning out the music, the air sizzling as lightning strikes darted and lashed about. Kyoka reached up and clawed her way down Denki's muscular back as she continued to chant nonsense amour into the skies, impaling herself on his length as she felt him filling her to the brim. Denki responded in kind, fiercely grabbing her waist to slam her even harder as they stared at one another in awe. It felt so good, felt so right… the static began to grow intensely and reverberate until…
"Fuck, Kyoka… FUCK!" Denki roared as the thudding metronome of both of their quirks met in time with eachother- constructive interference. One large, inconceivable tidal wave coursed through the both of them, jostling and forcing out their pent-up releases. Denki yelled a string of profanity as he burst, pumping his thick seed into Kyoka's pussy while she rode out her own orgasm. Kyoka shrieked with surprise as white stars exploded in front of her eyes and her walls clamped tightly down on his shaft, rushing a splash of hot juices that began to leak down her legs. Denki sat back as he shuddered to a stop, the electricity winding down, gazing down at his sweaty classmate. Kyoka's hair was a tangled mess as she stared up with wide, twinkling eyes, mouth slightly agape as the tendrils of her earjacks slowly withdrew back to her ears. She breathed deeply and cracked a tiny smile at him, and Denki let out an exhausted toothy grin in response.
"Shit… we just fucked…" Kyoka stared off and breathed out as her wits came back. "What… what does this mean now?" She stared back up at her lover, who held his breath for a moment. The two of them had crossed a line and needed to address their newfound feelings.
"I've liked you for a while now, Kyoka," Denki blushed heavily as he pulled away from between her naked legs and sat offset next to her. "I just appreciated our friendship, and you as a classmate more than anything. The both of us are training to be Pro Heroes and… I just couldn't bring up the courage to ask you out." Kyoka blinked. She hadn't expected him to be this blunt about it, but considering they just had sex, there were no holds barred anymore. Denki continued, "I respect you and your integrity, I had no idea this would happen tonight.. But I really enjoyed it. I just don't know if you would want anything more than being friends…"
Kaminari had a point. The two of them definitely had responsibilities and a relationship could be problematic, even if they did like each other and the chemistry was real. Kyoka mulled it over for a moment, unsure of how to reply as Denki sighed and laid down next to her on the bed. Faint sparks could still be seen jumping around their torsos as the vaporwave still played soothingly in the room.
"I like you a lot, Denki," Kyoka whispered to her classmate next to her, staring at the ceiling. "I just have no idea how to be in a relationship, everything just happened so quickly with us tonight… I'm really awkward, and bad with words, and-" Kyoka found her voice muffled with surprise as Denki leaned over and silenced her with a soft kiss. Soft lips pressed against hers for a moment longer before he pulled away, and she turned her head to look at him in confusion.
"I'm not exactly a Pro when it comes to this either. You're my first… well, everything now," Denki chuckled as his eyes swept briefly to their naked bodies. "If you don't want to, that's okay…" He gulped in nervousness, mixing oddly with the fatigue settling into his body. He really had no idea what he was doing here.
"I just… I like you a lot, I just need a minute to figure things out," Kyoka blushed as her mind flooded with all her clumsy thoughts and feelings. She liked Kaminari, she really did, but she secretly doubted his ability to hold a serious relationship. Not that she wanted anything serious, they were both young and in school… She doubted her parents would approve… Thankfully she had taken her pill on time today… was she even mature enough for this? They always messed and teased with each other… she was sure the staff and students of U.A. would have something to say about it… would they even have the time? A million other thoughts flitted about before she was brought back by a few loud finger snaps.
"Hellooooo? Earth to Jirou? You really took that minute," Kaminari smirked as he noticed her wandering eyes switch back to him with a light frown to match. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Do you, uh, want me to leave? I can go if you want the space…"
Kyoka's heart seized up for a moment before she shook her head rapidly, brushing against the pillow as she looked him in the eye. "No! I mean, stay, I want you to stay here, with, uh me…" Her cheeks dusted pink as she looked down in embarrassment. She drew a deep breath as she realized her gaze had subconsciously wandered to his junk.
Denki held back his laugh, but it warmed his chest to know she wanted to spend the night with him. He definitely knew deep down he wanted to hold his girl for the night and not just walk out, but it was entirely up to Jirou and her personal space needs first. He sat up and swung his legs over the bed, walking towards the door before Jirou let out a screech of indignation.
"Are you walking out on me, you bastard?!" She seethed with anger as Kaminari strode away, before he turned around with a mischievous grin, hand on the wall.
"No, just went to turn off the lights," he chuffed in amusement as he flipped the switch down, sprinting back to the bed and jumping on next to Kyoka. Or, rather, on her. He misjudged and crashed his leg on her thigh.
"Ow!" Kyoka growled in false amusement as her annoyance faded, and a faint smile crept its way on her face as Denki positioned himself behind her as big spoon. He pulled the covers over them halfway before he wrapped one arm around her side as she held his hand on top. Reveling in the soothing warmth of his body as the soft blanket of sleep began to settle, Kyoka's eyes fluttered slowly shut as their breathing matched. The room was now silent as the vaporwave playlist had faded through the last song.
"Sweet dreams," Denki mumbled, planting a soft kiss to the back of her neck before they both sank into a deep, deep slumber.
Next up is KiriMina! Thanks for reading!