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CHAPTER 2

I'M NOT SCARED!

"Waaaaaaahhhh!"

You ever do something so extremely embarrassing that you wish nuclear war would happen so everyone would be too distracted trying to stay alive in a post-apocalyptic world then have the ability to remember what you did.

Times that feeling by about a million and you'll get what Jirou felt when she let out a high-pitch scream seeing Juzo's face.

Knock knock knock.

"Go away," Jirou told the person knocking.

"Jirou," Izuku said from behind the door, right after the incident she had run off into one of the spare rooms of the haunted house, "It wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was," Jirou replied, "It was the absolute worst, can't believe I did that."

"There's worse that could've happened."

"Doesn't excuse what happened."

"Can I come in?"

"..."

"Jirou?"

"Fine."

Opening the door and walking into the room, Izuku looked inside and saw Jirou sitting on a table. She had both of her fists prompted against her cheeks with an upset pout spread across her face, when the violet-haired girl saw her boyfriend walk-in, her eyes diverted a bit.

"Hey," Jirou greeted him.

Izuku went to sit next to her and returned the gesture, "Hey."

…

Suddenly Jirou erupted, "I swear I didn't mean it!"

"I know, even Juzo doesn't hold anything against you for it," Izuku told her.

What had happened began not long after the couple entered the house together. The pair was strolling through the house, already Jirou was clutching close to Izuku's arm the entire way through. She said she was fine but each tiny thing they came across that was remotely scary made her body jolt. Despite all this, it was going well as Izuku was enjoying himself and Jirou found it bearable since she had someone to go through this with.

That was until they ran into Juzo and Jirou went nuts as soon as she saw him.

Naturally being scared of the things you run into in a haunted house is a good thing. The issue was Juzo wasn't a part of the experience, he wasn't even in costume, and was only there as a volunteer to get supplies for the people who were actively participating.

Realizing what she did, Jirou, whose face basically turned into a tomato from how red it got, ran off.

'I definitely can't tell her about how Juzo was left in a depressed state in the fetal position for a good five minutes before I talked him back,' Izuku thought to himself, his job right now was to cheer up his girlfriend, "He said it wasn't the first time it happened."

Jirou sighed, "I still feel horrible, he's going to be self-conscious about it for a while now because of me."

"Yeah but you gotta admit, it was pretty funny," Izuku said, having to cover his mouth as he held back from snickering.

The ear-jack hero snapped her head toward the laughing boyfriend, giving him an irritated scowl.

Izuku flinched seeing her stare daggers into him, quickly saying, "I meant the humor in the timing of everything, not you freaking out. It was a perfectly normal reaction for someone scared."

"I wasn't scared," Jirou mumbled softly under her breath, the tension in her face lax, "He just took me by surprise."

"Pretty sure you were scared."

"I wasn't."

"You practically jumped on me."

"I wasn't scared! I'm just not good with haunted houses."

"Why? That seems oddly specific."

Jirou explained how a long time ago when she was a child, she went to a haunted house event with her parents but got separated after taking a wrong turn. It doesn't stop there as the sick twisted minds of whoever designed this haunted house decided to hire a man with a chainsaw for an arm to chase anyone who comes down a certain hallway.

Let's leave that story with the obvious fact that Jirou would come out of this extremely traumatized.

"So that's why you were acting weird," Izuku pointed out, it was weird how impatient she was as soon as they got in line, "Wait, why agree to come here if haunted houses spooks you out so much?"

The violet-haired girl let her body lean to the side, resting against the shoulder of her boyfriend, "You idiot, isn't it obvious? It's because of you."

"A- me!?"

"Yeah you, you were hyping up going to one of these things for days and looked so excited that I didn't want to ruin it for you," Jirou told him, as she did her ear jacks tapped against each other shyly as she explained her actions. While it was strange to her that someone like Izuku would purposely enjoy being frightened, seeing him be such a fluff ball of sunshine enjoying himself was a sugary addiction. She didn't have the heart to tell him no on going. Swiftly she lowered her head, "Guess I messed that up."

Jirou thought she could've speedrun the entire thing before anything could frighten her too much but that seemed to have failed. In hindsight that was a Kamanari or Mina level of stupid plans.

Before the violet-haired girl could dig into how dumb her plan was, she felt a hand come under her chin and lifted her face. It was brought face to face with Izuku, who wasted no time kissing her on the lips. At first, Jirou was shocked but quickly she eased into it. When they separated, the punk-rocker looked blissfully dazed for a moment before snapping back into reality.

"G- w-wh-what you do that for!" Jirou exclaimed, giving him a half-hearted stiff arm to create some distance.

"I wanted you to know that I don't feel like you ruined," Izuku told her, placing his other hand on her arm, "Haunted houses are fun for me because of the experience and I wanted to share that with you. That was all."

"Dummy, you could've told me that first," a flustered Jirou told him, her cheek had quickly turned red.

"I thought this would be a better way to convey it."

"That's stupid."

"Did it work?"

"Of course it did."

Jirou grabbed Izuku's collar before pulling him back into a kiss, this time the kiss was more passionate than before. Quickly taken away by lust, Izuku's scarred hands started to slip under the punk rocker's clothes. She didn't stop him but she did pull away from the kiss to question it.

"A-are… *pant* are you sure *pant* we can….," Jirou's voice began to drown itself out from her pants, her sticking out of her mouth as she tried to catch a breath.

Izuku ensured her they were fine, he was low on breath as well but still managed to say, "It'll be fine, it doesn't look like this room was made for anything. No one will disturb us."

As he spoke, Izuku's hand stretched out the waistband on her skirt before slipping under.

"B-but- ah~!" exclaimed Jirou, a pleasuring jolt surged throughout her body when she felt her boyfriend's finger brush against her sex. It felt so weird that they were going to do that here but there was a spark of excitement that came from it as well, she was already feeling herself getting wet, "Fine, we better not get caught."

Giving in to her desire, she locked lips with Izuku once more and allowed his curious fingers to roam free with her sensitive region. When she felt him shift aside her panties and rub her clitoris, she gasped but his actions only invigorated her as the ear jack hero slipped her tongue into Izuku's mouth. Wrestling with her boyfriend's tongue in a supreme battle for dominance. The more intense she got, the more inspired Izuku to amp his antics as well.

Inserting two of his fingers into his girlfriend, Izuku could feel her body shudder. The greenet pumped his fingers into her back and forth, dampening her sex till it started to pool it's liquid in his palm. He reached around her with his other hand to grope her breast, while they were small, her nipples could still be played with. Izuku twisted and pinched it just the way she liked, told by the high-pitched moans she constantly gave off. The more Izuku did to Jirou the more the violet girl began to lose her dominance in their duel of tongues, he could see her eyes begin rollback, getting overtaken from her pleasure.

That was when suddenly Izuku felt Jirou vice grab his cock through his pants, causing him to stop dead.

"It's not fair if you did everything," Jirou told him, with his symbol of horny at the mercy of fingertips, she gained back control and pushed Izuku back till he was spread out on the table.

Finally separating from their kiss, Jirou crawled over Izuku and looked him in the eye. Both were flustered with red cheeks, gasping for air.

"I'm not going to be the only one moaning like a horny dolphin," she said, pressing Izuku's back against the table.

Izuku puckered his lips as he held back laughter from her analogy.

Hearing him even made the punk-rocker chuckle a bit, she said, "Of course you'll find a joke in it."

Jirou turned around, allowing her backside to be hovering over Izuku's face while she faced his groin. As she lowers his tunic pants, she feels Izuku rolling her skirt up, exposing her panties and soaking pussy to him.

'If I don't hurry and start first, he's going to utterly overwhelm me again,' Jirou thought, moving her hands quickly to pull Izuku's erected cock out from his boxer. For a moment, she was stunned, no matter how often she sees his pillar standing tall she couldn't help always being a bit hesitant at first.

Taking a deep breath, Jirou firmly grasps Izuku's staff.

It always interested Jirou how much she can feel by grasping his cock. She could every time his lower body twitch from whatever she does to him, the insane amount of heat building in his heart, and the pulsing of blood circulating throughout almost felt like a heartbeat. Not wanting to be distracted by minor things, she bent down and gave his tip a few licks before popping it into her mouth.

Hearing her boyfriend moan behind brought a cock-full smile to her face. Jirou bobbed her head along the length of his shaft, starting slow at first but soon she was fitting nearly the entire thing in her mouth in a single go. She only paused when she felt Izuku's tongue entering inside her pussy after he had used his hands to move aside her panties and spread her inner walls open. The slimy wet appendage squirmed inside of her already dripping caverns, quickly turning it into a vivacious waterfall. Her moans were muffled as her mouth was currently stuffed but her legs shaking were an indicator of how she was feeling. With her legs feeling like jello, she dropped her bottom, leaving the only thing between her ass and the table was Izuku's face.

It was a comfortable seat, something she made a note to do again later on.

Not only did her legs get to rest but now Izuku's tongue can explore deeper inside of her, made even better when Izuku had used his hands to grip her buttocks to pull her hips in even more. It only took a few moments before Jirou felt like she could burst from the pleasure. Not to be outdone, Jirou tried her best to ramp up her effort of pleasuring Izuku. With her hand grabbing the base of his shaft, she pumped it at high speed while synchronizing it with the way she was sucking him. She tried all kinds of tricks to make him cum faster, adding in a few twists and swirls of her tongue to the sensitive underside of Izuku's cock's head. Jirou even went as far as using her extendable ear jacks to fondle with his ballsack, squeezing them enough to stimulate but not hurt, and juggling with each ball.

It worked as Jirou could feel the pulsing inside of Izuku's cock rapidly increasing.

Perfect, cause she couldn't hold out anymore.

The only question was who would give out first.

And the answer was Izuku.

Since he wasn't focused on making sure he impressed the other, he had less reason to hold back and didn't mind freely relieving himself inside of Jirou's mouth. With hot semen bursting out, Jirou attempts to drink it but she only lasted a moment before she couldn't take it anymore. She quickly redrew herself from Izuku's cock with a pop, allowing for the remaining cum in Izuku's cock to shoot out and splatter on Jirou's face. She only took a breather before she acted again, Izuku's effort started to lessen as soon as he ejaculated, and the violet girl wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"You don't get to slack off," Jirou stated, pulling her ass away from Izuku and quickly turning around before dropping herself back down. Before Jirou was only facesitting, allowing Izuku to act on his own, but now she was going putting him at the pace she wanted.

Jirou was too full of adrenaline to stop, bucking her hips against Izuku's face to stimulate herself. With her own effort added in, Izuku's tongue reached new depths inside of her. More and more, she rode Izuku's face to increase her own pleasure, grabbing his hair to pull him in deeper.

When Jirou looked down, she saw Izuku's eyes looking up at him, it was obvious he was surprised at her actions but he wasn't resisting as he was lightly grabbing her thighs for support. Despite this, she felt embarrassed about it.

"S-stop staring!" She stammered rolling down her skirt, she covered the rest of Izuku's face with it, leaving him completely suffocated under her with only her soaking sex for comfort.

She rode her boyfriend's face for another twenty seconds before finally, she hit her limit. Jirou's body jolted itself up, her back in an arc as she climaxed. She let out a mighty scream where her tongue was stuck out and her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

"AAHHHHH~!"

Her juice squirted out from her drenched sex, splashes against Izuku's face. Now they were both covered in the other's fluids.

Collapsing off of Izuku, the couple took a moment to rest.

"Thanks," Jirou finally said between pants, "I needed that."

Izuku replied, "I'm happy that you enjoyed it. I just wished we didn't ruin our costumes over it."

"...Oops, sorry."

"It's fine, I should've taken off our clothes before we began."

"Why are you talking like we're done?" Jirou asked, getting back up and straddling Izuku. She grabbed at his shirt and began undoing his buttons, "Is one round all you got?"

BOOM!

Their conversation ended short when a huge explosion was heard that shook the entire room, followed by the roof collapsing.

As dust clouded the room and dissipated, Jirou let out a huge scream when the first thing she saw was Setsuna's detached head on the floor.

"Relax, my quirk remember," Setsuna told her as her head floated up, her arms and the rest of her body began to reassemble itself, "My regeneration is quite helpful despite how tiring it is."

As the sharp-toothed girl looked up and saw the scene, a toothy smile crept upon her face as she said, "But it seems I wasn't the only one who was busy. I guess you couldn't swallow? Don't worry girl you'll get it one day."

Jirou was about to reply but stopped when what she said hit her, blushing and using her hands to wipe off the cum on her face, though it kinda made it worse as now it was all over her hands.

"W-what happened?" Izuku finally asked.

That was when they heard a second voice from the remaining dust.

"Is that Izuku!? Great of all places to land," Katsuki stated, walking out of the dust, "First I almost exploded not this."

"K-kacchan!?" Izuku said, confused as to why he was here as well. IT would explain the explosive but-

"AH!" Jirou screamed again, this time she was covering her eyes and pointing at the ash blond, "Dude pull up your pants!"

Katsuki looked down and realized what she was referring to, zipping up his pants.

Finally, Izuku asked the obvious, "What the hell happened here?"

"It's a long story," Setsuna tells them, "And kinda funny."

TO BE CONTINUED

Next Time Teaser: Find out how Katsuki and Setsuna almost exploded themselves fucking.

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