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Kyouka could feel her heart thump erratically within the confines of her rib cage. She had absolutely no idea how the hell she was going to keep herself together. Her breathing hitched, her ears were ablaze, and most notably, her cheeks were capable of guiding Santa's sleigh.

She had no idea what possessed her to doll herself up. She seldom used makeup and when she did, it was minimal. There were rare occasions where she would surprise everyone with her talents. These stemmed from her years of heavy makeup use in tribute to her rock idols; it made her quite gifted with the tools at her disposable.

All she knew was that this was not her casual look and she knew he would see through her in an instant. The real question was, did she want him to? Thoughts of potential outcomes made her stomach flip and her thighs shut. Just as she felt like she was going to throw up, she heard it.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in!"

The first thing she saw was the trademark golden hair poke into the room. Had he brushed it? It wasn't the disheveled mess that she was used to seeing. She noticed that he, himself was dressed up. The surprise eased her tensions regarding her own appearance.

"Thank God he fucked up too! He looks good though...what am I thinking?!"

"Hey, ready to get to it?" Kaminari deadpanned.

She thought he was disappointed in the way she looked but that couldn't be further from the truth. He was fighting the urge to scour every inch of her being from head to toe with his eyes. He maintained eye contact to maintain some shred of self-control. The last thing he wanted to do was confirm her opinion on him being a total pervert and scare her off.

"You look nice tonight," he remarked offhandedly, catching Kyouka off guard.

"T-thanks. You too," she looked down at his feet to see shoes that she didn't recognize. Typically he wore sneakers that were just a tad too worn and she gave him shit about throwing them out numerous times. "About time you wore some decent footwear!"

"I didn't throw them out if that's what you're thinking, just wearing a different pair tonight."

"Can you wear those everyday instead of wearing those other ugly ass sneakers?"

"Ouch Kyo, you know I love those!" He chuckled, infecting Kyouka with the desire to do so as well.

The two of them sat on the edge of the bed, meticulously going over the notes together. She would answer any questions that he had to the best of her ability and try not to get caught up in his golden-colored eyes.

They continued this way, awkwardly, as if they were a couple of infants trying to get their bearings. They'd occasionally make fleeting glances at the other person without their knowledge; their desire bubbling within them, yet they were both blissfully unaware of the budding tension between them.

Neither of them could really remember what he had said. Kaminari looked up and asked a question, catching Kyouka staring at him in the process. Before, he would stare at his sheet and ask questions without making eye contact and she would answer him in the same manner. Now, she had been caught stealing glances at him the same way that he had been doing to her throughout the evening.

The two of them just stared into each other's eyes for an indeterminate amount of time. It's like they were locked in a time loop and they would never go another second without having fixed their gaze on to each other's widened orbs.

Kaminari watched as Kyouka's lips innocently parted and an embarrassed hue overtook her cheeks. He felt his cheeks betray him as well, signifying his embarrassment at the situation. This was not how he was supposed to portray himself in front of her. He had to prove to her he was cool. But the way she looked at him set off something in his head. Maybe he didn't need to act cool in front of her; maybe all he needed was to be himself.

He scoffed internally at the corny epiphany but he rolled with it nonetheless. The increasing gravity between their staring contest got to the point that his body began to act on its own.

She saw him pulling closer and closer to her and froze. She was totally unsure of what to do next. This was exactly like all of her dreams but it always ended abruptly when it got to this part. She prayed that this was another dream but she knew better. Here he was, mere inches from her face and she was sure that her heart was prepared to break free from its prison at any moment.

She counted backwards to try and relax herself as time almost seemed to stand still.

"3...2...1."

His lips crashed into hers and suddenly they became a whirling vortex of intimacy and lust. The notes were fired to the floor and they ambled around clumsily trying to get into a better position on her bed, their lips never separating for even a moment. The need for oxygen eventually became so dire that they forced themselves apart but not for too long before resuming.

They couldn't think now, they couldn't start second guessing themselves. It was just the two of them, their bodies colluding to create a cacophony of passion and desire. They both craved this and they knew it.

Kaminari's lips felt scorching to the touch. It was as if he threw gasoline on her and set her alight. Her clothes made her feel far too warm and she tugged at his shirt before beginning to unbutton it in her uncontrollable thirst.

He was shocked at her boldness, almost reveling in the fact that he had awakened the 'beast within'. He chuckled to himself and in that moment he wasn't anticipating that she would take over and pin him to the mattress, hovering over him as he watched in awe.

He watched as he peeled off her clothes, revealing more and more of her milky white skin. He felt his mouth go unbearably dry at the sight. He needed to press his lips to every inch of her form. He needed her body to quench his thirst.

There she was, before him in nothing but a matching set of bra and panties, still atop of him. Without thinking twice, he positioned himself so that she was straddling his face as she gasped; uncertain of what he was planning next.

She yelped in protest as his finger touched the hem of her panties, tracing along until he reached where her flower was covered.

Before she could get the words out he pressed his tongue to the outside of the soaked fabric and she released a guttural moan that made a smirk cross the boy's face.

Trying to regain her composure she once again made an attempt to speak but she felt him slide the fabric to one side, exposing her heat to him. Her cheeks were burning with not only embarrassment but with lust. She wanted him to stop but the insatiable wetness that begged for his touch implored him to continue.

She felt his tongue work around her mound with such delicate swirling motions, with such grace and finesse that it shocked her. He was amazingly good and she bit her lip to the point she almost made it bleed to contain the euphoria within. Every once in a while, a swipe of the tongue would cause a fraction to leak out into the room, displacing the heavy silence.

He would occasionally suck vigorously on her bundle of nerves causing her to convulse and put her hands against the wall to steady herself. She thanked God for the wall she had to keep herself upright, otherwise she definitely would have fell. Her legs were far too weak to hold herself up and the support was a necessity.

The biggest shocker was when she began to instinctively grind her hips, using his mouth to push her closer to the undeniable orgasm that was lurking around the corner. She could feel herself getting closer, intensity ramping up as she increased her gyrations. She felt him moan in pleasure underneath her as if he was getting off at the sight of her lose herself. She made a mental note to hit him later.

As he fervently worked her over with his mouth, the two of them were far too distracted to hear the knock on the outside of the door, or the sound of the doorknob clicking as it opened. Kyouka had forgot to lock the door since she left it open for when Kaminari swung by.

Her body desperately clung on to the realm of reality as she quivered vehemently against his mouth. She moaned his name in indulgence and ran her hands through his hair aggressively as she tried to ground herself. As her orgasm came to an end they both heard a voice and jolted out of the lustful world they created.

"Hey Ky- OH MY GOD!"

Kyouka shrieked and grabbed for the covers in desperation to cover her body while Kaminari sat himself upright and looked at Mina like a deer caught in headlights.

Mina covered her eyes as if to wait for the two of them to get decent when Kyouka screamed at her "GET OUT MINA!" and threw a pillow in her direction. Mina always had a bad habit of barging in unannounced and she was a major reason the Kyouka always kept her door locked.

Mina took the hint and ran out giggling at what she had just witnessed. She couldn't wait to tell everyone this juicy piece of gossip!

"Shit…" Kaminari trailed as Kyouka was still straddling him, so dumbstruck by disbelief that she hadn't moved an inch.

Kyouka finally came to her senses and looked right into Kaminari's eyes. Her face warped into one of irritation and disgust. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?! What the hell do you mean that this is my fault?!"

"You came in here and made a move on me! And I was so distraught with trying to calm myself down I forgot to lock the door!"

"You can't blame me for you forgetting to lock the door! You know as well as I do that you wanted this!"

Kyouka remained silent and refused to look at him. This only ticked Kaminari off further but he quickly realized the predicament they were in and steeled himself. He took her chin in his hand and guided her to look at him despite her protest before pressing his lips against hers again. She could taste her own fluids of orgasm and it was something she never did before but it made her tighten her legs' grip around his waist.

"I'm sorry, Kyo."

"You should be," she grumbled back in response, feigning anger.

Kaminari just smiled at her gently and she couldn't help but reciprocate.

"Well, we should probably get dressed and be ready to explain ourselves."

Kyouka's face sizzled with shame. "I can't go out there now! I'm just gonna stay here!"

"Forever?" He asked with an eyebrow cocked.

"Forever!" She replied.

"You're being ridiculous," he laughed before picking her up as he got off the bed, causing her to yelp.

"Fine! I'll go but don't expect me to say anything!"

"That's fine with me...also, I didn't realize you were such a pervert," he grinned toothily at Kyouka before receiving a smack upside the head with the very textbook he brought to her room.

"Son of a bitch!" he yelled, cupping the lump that was forming on his head.

"Serves you right," Kyouka smiled triumphantly, the book still in hand, "Idiot."

"I know what we just did but do you uh...wanna go out sometime?"

Kyouka stumbled and dropped the book at his question and she cleared her throat. "Y-yeah, why not? How about tomorrow evening? It is Saturday tomorrow so."

"It's a date!" He uttered the very words that had her in such a panic all day but this time she couldn't help but smile sheepishly at him.

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