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Chapter 7

Clarifying The Details

Our secretive couples had experienced some discourse not long after their little agreement. It would seem that they were sloppy with communication, being vague of the details of this 'pretend to be dating' clause about what was allowed and disallowed. That led to a little bit of conflict between certain members.

Conflict meaning Jirou experiencing the most terror she has ever felt in her life when she accidentally stumbled on the lips of a certain greenet and bore witness to the supposed air-head Nejire blood-lusted wrath.

Some clarification of the terms and conditions was needed.

But for now, everyone just needed to cool down.

What better way to destress than to let their stored-up passion that they needed to keep secret explode now that they secured some privacy! In simple terms sex!

In one of the less crowded closets, Nejire was executing the ultimate punishment to her boyfriend for allowing his lips to be defiled by another woman. Death by Snu Snu was the initial punishment but after a bit of begging from the poor lad, the pouty blue-haired judge reduced his sentence to Divine Retribution!... THROUGH SNU SNU! With her trusty weapon, the thighs of justice, she was going to discipline her naughty boyfriend.

While Izuku was nearly paralyzed in the chair he was pushed onto, he squirmed in his seat from being hit with wave after wave of blissful pleasure. Nejire was shaking her stacked ass up and down on Izuku's groin like a salt shaker, sprinkling down her erotic juices over Izuku's lap as she rode his staff. The bluenette had wrapped her arms around Izuku's neck, pulling in the greenet's head to suffocate his face with her bountiful breast.

"Secret Technique: Nirvana Asphyxiation!" exclaimed Nejire through a very loud moan, pressing her chest against Izuku. Her rack served as soft but effective pillows to smother the greenet's face in order to teach him a lesson.

How many times did Nejire's punishment make Izuku cum?

More times than the poor boy could count. Izuku had already expended his uses of One For All in this position, He injected his seed into her over and over yet it seems to never be enough for the bluenette, continuously moving those hips to gruesomely trigger another dose.

"Take that! And that! And this!" squeaked the third year, putting emphasis every down she came back down on Izuku's lower tower.

Nejire very well could be attempting the rhetorical statement of draining a man's ball dry with this punishment, even when the girl's own orgasm hit, and there were many, she didn't seem to stop. Similar to a man being too angry to die, Nejire was too hornily angry to stop. Izuku didn't know how much of his special sauce he had left in him, all he could do was clutch Nejire's squishy asscheeks, drool while the lack of oxygen hit him from being absolutely stifled by her boobs.

Eventually, there was a muffled groan coming from the greenet, this time it occurred at the same time as the moan Nejire gave, and another sticky white explosion happened at their crotches.

The Nejire train seemed to have finally stopped its course, or at least made a mini pitstop as the girl was heavily panting as she caught her breath.

"How did that one feel?" Nejire asked, finally allowing Izuku some air from removing her breast from his face.

"No, put me back!" instinctively said Izuku.

Blinking at him, Nejire went, "What?"

Quickly clearing his throat, Izuku corrected himself, "I meant exhausting, can we stop now? Please!? My body has turned into a used juice box."

"Are you sorry?" Nejire asked, glaring down at him like a hawk.

"Yes! I apologized already," Izuku told her, gasping from his exhaustion. He spent the last couple of minutes begging for mercy, and while it was paradoxically enjoyable, his pelvis felt like it could snap off if he attempted to stand.

Pouting at him, Nejire questioned him again.

"Are you truly sorry," she seemed adamant on this case, only a few times have Izuku ever seen her this moody. She's either pouty at what's upsetting her, or jealous pouty because Izuku did something that made her worry he won't give enough attention to her. He was her boyfriend, after all, making sure the greenet maintains the pecking order of importance the girls in his life should have is required.

"From the bottom of my heart," wheezed Izuku, his mouth would be satisfied from the water in a cracker right now.

"You promise, you won't let a situation go out of hand again?"

'I wasn't even at fault' thought Izuku, but made the right choice by swallowing his pride, "Never again."

"Hmmm..." went Nejire, sporting a judging look as she determined his ruling.

"...OK!" the bluenette finally chimed, hugging the relieved boy, "All is forgiven."

Izuku let out a grand sigh.

"I still want to go one more round though," she added, straddling down for one last ride.

"Oh god," wheezed Izuku, he was going to need a medic after this because he was already a spent toothpaste tube and Nejire was trying to use a steamroller to squeeze out the last of his special white sauce.

Back in the waiting room where our violet-haired couple was engaging in a heated fight, with their mouths.

Tongue wrestling to be specific and it was as wet and slippery as Turkish oil wrestling.

While usually they were both quite aggressive in their engagements, with a Tamaki advantage in leading, this time Jirou was much more aggressive in her pursuit. It was an awkward passive assault where Jirou would be melting at the touch but would still push her body forward. The entire event is best compared to Jirou constantly pushing a bowl of soup in Tamaki's face, similar to force-feeding but consensual. If that makes any sense.

It probably doesn't but that didn't matter to these lovers.

Enjoying herself, Jirou moaned through their kiss. While the two were embracing the other, she was being pleasured in her lower regions by the hands of her boyfriend. At first it was just heavy petting through their clothes, but it quickly evolved beyond that, this time it was initiated by Tamaki.

Without warning, Sun-Eater's individual fingers turned into octopus tentacles. They moved with agency, sneaking into the punk rocker's pants. A large gasp escaped Jirou as four tentacles all began to rub her clit, it was a sudden sneak attack that caught her completely off guard, dealing heavy damage to her stability. She was already melting from their passion-filled kiss, now there's bone-rattling erotic stimulation to her pussy.

"Yo-you j-j-jerk," stammered Jirou, her body was scrunching up from the sensation filling her body. It brought difficulty keeping up the kiss. Still shuddering, the first-year was about to frown up at her boyfriend for his slimy maneuver, "W-when did you have time to eat octopus!?"

"Do you remember during the training when I stepped out to get a sandwich," Tamaki asked, still finessing his girlfriend's pussy.

Quickly Jirou's frown grew as she informed him, "No! I was busy running for my life!"

"Oh….. well during that time I went out for a sandwich."

"With octopus in it?"

"Takoyaki sandwiches are amazing."

"Ugh, don't talk about food. I don't want to be hungry and horny."

"I can fix both of those things, just one at a time."

"Which one first?" Jirou asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The one where we don't need to get up of course," joked Tamaki, having his tenta-fingers fiddle more with her privates, "food can come after."

Spoke through a soft moan, the punk rocker replied, "J-just making sure."

Gripping onto her boyfriend, the violet-haired girl steady herself as she immersed in the pleasure emitting in her body. Barrages of noises escaped Jirou's lips, this was a foreign experience altogether. Experimentation wasn't new for this couple, but they were still in the phase where they did the basics of what sexually 'trying new things' meant. With their recent schedule troubles, they were slow on the gradual climb and haven't reached the point where their creativity needed to dip into their quirks.

In all honesty Jirou expected her to be the one to start adding in more kinky stuff with her quirks, Tamaki usually worked better as an executioner of an idea once it was discussed than a planner, the boy often had trouble wanting to push forward with things due to anxiety. The first time Jirou got her big oaf to fondle with her titties it was practically an awkward tutorial class from how shaky his hands were. Every couple of moments he would ask if she liked it and then would question her again to make sure she wasn't lying. It was humorous for her to watch, it brought a similar feeling to that friend one lent a tool to but the friend is being extra careful to not do anything to damage it.

Never in her life did Jirou think she would basically give a pep talk to the first guy to fondle her chest.

Quite a jump compared to what he was doing now, Jirou was already mentally prepared for less so this took her by surprise.

Her grip tightens against her boo as the electrical sensation spreads throughout her body, all sparking from the starting point of her groin being tendered to by many length helpers.

"Mmmm, fuck," moaned Jirou, biting into Tamaki's shoulder as the excitement started becoming too much for her. She would continue to give muffled groans as Tamaki held her steady so Jirou wouldn't squirm too much to disrupt his craft.

It took barely a few minutes before Jirou was climaxing, there was a high-pitch howl that came from the punk-rocker's muffled mouth, and her hips spasming every few seconds as she rode that entire blissful rollercoaster all the way through. When she was done, Jirou unhinged her jaws from Tamaki's shoulder before resting on it, her tongue partially sticking out with a satisfied smile on her face.

Rubbing her back, Tamaki asked, "How did that one feel? I know it's been a while since I properly, well you know."

"Fucking amazing," murmured Jirou, still in the afterglow daze, "Remember to try that again."

"I'll keep it in mind, guess we should go see where Izuku and N-"

"Not so fast!" exclaimed Jirou, pushing Tamaki further back onto the couch as she herself slid down.

Looking a bit confused Tamaki had to ask, "What are you doing?"

Kneeling on the ground between his legs, Jirou gave a cocky smirk up at him before replying, "No way am I going to leave it at that, not after you made me make all those embarrassing noises. Besides, it's been a while since I've done that to you as well."

As the violet-hair girl explained, her hands crept over to her boyfriend's pants. Quickly she undid the button to pull on his pants, allowing for her earlobes to extend, reaching inside and wrap themself around the boy's hard member.

"I've been feeling the guy for the last couple of minutes, it felt like I was sitting on a metal pipe that was left out on a burning summer day," stated Jirou, her wire earlobe pulled out the boy's cock for some fresh air, "Could you have really gone on with it like this? You shouldn't hold yourself back for my sake, I can push myself as well, and once in a while be creative."

Her earphone jack wire began stroking the heated member in its grip.

Pink ran across Tamaki's face as he mumbles, "I know, it's just… I don't know how to put it."

Getting comfortable, Jirou replied, "Don't worry, I know, which is why I'm going to take care of it right now. So sit back, and do whatever you need to relax."

With her declaration, Jirou gave a lip to the tip before taking it into her mouth. A rewarding groan came from Tamaki that his girlfriend gladly accepts as she started making her way up and down the shaft. While she got rhythm, she coordinated her earlobe to move in tune with her mouth as they'll still be jerking off the base while she tended to the top half.

"Uuuu," groaned Tamaki, stammering to say, "J-jirou, your mouth is w-warm."

"Shhhhh," Jirou hummed with his cock still in her mouth, making her voice vibrate in such a pleasing way. Using her hands she pushed on his core to make him lean back even more so his body would be limp against the couch, momentarily popping the beef sausage out of her mouth to say, "Don't even worry about talking me up right now, just enjoy….. Though, I do appreciate it."

The punk rocker's face went pink as well before she continued her blowjob. Jirou still kept a hand on Tamaki's stomach, with her ear jacks took over the job of handling the member, it left her a few free appendages to wander. While her hand on Tamaki's stomach stayed there, rubbing it to help ease the guy, Jirou's other hand went under to fumble his sack. Pulling, tugging, flicking at the right moment, and some light massaging.

Each brought massive enjoyment to Tamaki, who was finally leaning back in his seat, covering his eyes with one of his arms while he bathed in the pleasure.

Bobbing her head, Jirou rapidly slid down the length of Tamaki's member, coating it quickly in the sparkling substance that is saliva. As it dripped from his shaft, it worked as a lube which made it easier for Jirou's ear jacks to jerk him off easier.

Gulping noises accompanied Jirou every time she went down, gagging from the length stuffing her mouth.

From how quickly she was moving, Jirou practically speedrun the entire process.

It didn't take long at all before she started to have a peculiar taste be reintroduced to her taste buds.

'I gotta remind Tamaki to eat more fruit, especially on date night,' Jirou thought to herself, knowing it was best not to mention it now of all times unless she wanted her boo to die of a heart attack.

Not that it bothered her anyways, in this position the luxury side of the coin wasn't supposed to go to her anyways. Just another moment of the never cycle of the relatively equivalent exchange in relationships, you can only get out as much as you put in, and sometimes at certain moments, you gotta take the shorter stick for a while.

In this case, it was Jirou taking a sudden blast of gooey white sperm in her mouth.

Wrapped up in her own mind, Jirou didn't even hear the single warning Tamaki gave her of what was coming. It occurred so abruptly to her the poor girl gagged as she almost choked on her boyfriend's cum, Jirou immediately jerks her head away, cover her mouth. Tamaki's orgasm wasn't done yet, so his now free-to-the-world cock shot out the last few strands that mostly freely fell to the ground, but a few did splat on Jirou's face.

Quickly recovering from his seven seconds in heaven, Tamaki sat up to attend to Jirou. Saying, "Hey are you ok? Sorry about that, I tried to warn you so you wouldn't choke!"

Jirou shook her head, assuring she was fine.

"My fault for not paying attention, forgot how bountiful your shots could be," stated Jirou, trying her best to shallow what was in her mouth. When she finally opened up wide to gasp for air, most of it was gone, but there on her tongue remained a slimy layer of sticky cum, "Bleh, for better or worst."

Calming down, Tamaki awkwardly goes, "Oh, I see."

"Really gotta start feeding you pineapples."

"What?"

"Nothing!" chimed Jirou rubbed her neck to seem innocent, "Let's see if Izuku is still alive."

That was when the doors were kicked open again and in walked Nejire. Dropping to the side of her was Izuku, who looked like he had the soul sucked out of him, the violet-haired couple had no idea if it was literal or not.

…

The moment of silence that followed was tense as Jirou felt ready to start running again, luckily it would seem that it was unnecessary.

A familiar warmth came back to the room when Nejire cheerfully said, "All is forgiven now! Right Izu~!"

Nothing but a long wheeze came from Izuku's husk of a body.

Nejire looked down at the sight of the room and noticed the white stains on the floor and Jirou's face, quickly putting it together.

"Oh, you couldn't swallow it all?" Nejire asked, uncharacteristically in a condescending tone. She lifted her head up high before looking down at Jirou before she grumble, "Pathetic."

After cleaning up their messes, the group quickly made a stop to their local restaurant for a bite to eat. They were, how one would say, drained and needed something to fill the tank so they walked over.

Except for Izuku, he needed to be carried over by Tamaki because he couldn't move his legs….. Or anything from his hips and below.

Thankfully not a lot of people were at this restaurant and the staff weren't very attentive to them so they had plenty of time to work out the conditions.

They were simple. The entire thing was mostly being constructed to prevent Nejire from attempt cold-blooded murder again so the rules was fairly set around that concept.

Nejire went hard on a no kissing rule no matter the circumstance but thankfully the combined effort of everyone got her to realize how impossible that'll be to pull off considering how deep they are. It'll be too off if none of their classmates ever see the two fake couple kisses after that display they did, it won't be often or as excessive but they need to be doing slightly small stuff to keep the act believable and unquestionable.

Instead Jirou will have a fake kissing punch card that'll allow her a certain amount of kisses to use a week. Each time she and Izuku do a fake kiss for whatever reason, they'll have to mark off one of the freebies, and then at the end of the week turn it in for review. Nejire stated she'll have eyes everywhere so they shouldn't try to think they can sneak in an extra one or else hell will rain down on them.

There was no objection to this.

Everything else was rather simple, like watching where their hands go unless they wanted to lose the privilege of having them.

Reminder that this was supposed to be a veil to avoid suspicion, they don't have to go all in on the acting, unless they were completely out of options. Which was code for if Jirou pulls the same shit she did in that classroom, Nejire was going to start blasting on sight.

"That should cover everything," Tamaki announced, sighing a huge breath of relief that it was finally over.

Weakly lifting his arm into the air, Izuku cheered, "Yay."

There was another silence as the boys waited for the two girls to finally do their sign of unity. While Izuku and Tamaki will have their battle dated and decided, it's the girls they were both worried about.

Thankfully it would seem Nejire and Jirou will have some peace for each other as they converge on a hug Nejire happily initiated.

"Oh you, come on let's stop being silly," Nejire stated pulling her in.

It was awkward, mostly for Jirou but the assuring aspect was what was truly comforting. The punk rocker made sure to extend that olive branch as far as it could go because lord knew she needed it to stay up.

"I appreciate your understanding and sorry I panicked," stated Jirou.

Nejire kindly responded with, "Choke on a dick petite homewrecker."

The two stayed in that position for a while before breaking away and continuing on with the day.

What was that saying?

Forgive but don't always forget.

TO BE CONTINUED

Next Time Teaser: The terms have been set... now it's going to be stressed again by a surprising new third factor.

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