GOOOOOOOOD MORNING YOU SMUT-LOVING PEEEEEEEERVS!
PART 2 OF THE SCHWIFTY, HOT 'N STEAMY IS UP AND RUNNIIIIIIING! WUBBA-LUBBA-DUB-DUUUUUUB!
It's a little shorter than the previous chapters, but bear with me.
"W-w-w-wait. Wait, wait, wait. What?" The lingering confidence from the adrenaline vanished like a lit candle in a storm, turning Izuku's face a violently deep shade of red.
"I said can you-" Jirou stopped herself, realizing what she just inadvertently implied, her face and even her earphone jacks now on par in redness with Izuku.
"I-I-I-I mean, I uh, I certainly don't mind but you know, everyone's still…awake and stuff, but we are a uh, a c-couple…um, only as of thirty or so minutes ago――"
"Wai-no, no! That's not what I…. I would, I definitely wouldn't say no if you….but it's….I mean….It's…I'm not inviting you over for what you think. Not today. It's something different….God, I totally walked into that one….stupid…"
"Oh…oh, okay. Great. Right, of course." They both laughed nervously before letting out a sigh of relief that they quickly got that grave misunderstanding out of the way. Once they collected their clothing, they walked in silence to the elevator holding hands with their fingers intertwined, bashfully avoiding eye contact but sporting euphoric, crazy smirks on their faces.
Making sure nobody was in the hall or close to opening their door to spot them with her Quirk, Jirou slowly lead Izuku to her room, her heart beating against her chest to an almost painful degree, but doing so bringing forth an undeniably sweet joy. Being the only ones in the elevator, she wasted no time in jumping her boyfriend and planting another long, wet kiss on his lips before getting off on the third floor.
Her room décor, as almost everyone in class 1-A had seen, had a rock n' roll theme. The floor was covered with a black and white checker-pattern carpet and the ceiling a red and black checker pattern. The wall on the left was lined with shelves of music ranging from CDs, cassettes and even phonograph records. Posters of her favorite bands were placed here and there, including one that covers the entire wall on the right with only two words written in white on black: DEEP DOPE. All of this was complemented with an assortment of instruments: a synthesizer, a drum set, and three guitars with amps. "S-so….what are we doing here, Ji-Kyoka?"
"First and foremost, sit down."
"Um, alright…" Izuku carefully placed himself on the edge of her bed adorned with red sheets and a blanket made of a towel-like fabric spread on top of it. His eyes wavered to every corner of the room as if he were expecting a trap to spring on him at any moment.
Jirou sat across from him, bass guitar in hand, jaw set and a defiant look in her face. "That song I told you I was working on is done, and I want you to be the first to hear it. It is about you, after all." It was getting late, but she wasn't about to stop. Plugging the guitar into a small amp and bringing the volume down as much as possible, she then plugged her smartphone into it which had the instrumental saved. Hitting play, she began. "Here goes nothing."
Why, oh why do you hide them, why?
Those scars and bruises both new and old
Covering your body, shattering your heart
Some healing, some old, but don't mean they're gone
I can tell, I just know it, they sting and ache all the same
"It's okay," you say
With that smile and that laugh
It's genuine, I know, but with fissures and cracks
Chipping here, now there. See, abrasions everywhere
Jagged tears just spread further like a spider web
But you press on and on. "Always forward," you say
I wanna stop the clock that's counting down
Before you tear yourself to rags
I see you stagger and wobble with every step you take
As you break into the dark
Who will shield you from more of those scars and tears?
I wanna bring your smile once more to life
Give me the truth, dear hero, say "I'm crying inside."
Say "I'm crying inside."
When oh, when will you stop, when?
Trapping all your fear, doubt and pain in your head
They're eating you up from the inside out
And you're bursting at the seams
The times you're safe and sound is only in my dreams
"It's okay," you say
With that smile and that laugh
But oh no, you don't know it's a shattered one at that
All I see is a hero, hanging by a thread
But a hero also needs his time to take his rest
Yet you press on and on. "Always forward," you say
I wanna stop the clock that's counting down
Before you tear yourself to rags
I see you stagger and hobble every step you take
As you break into the dark
Who will shield you from more of those scars and tears?
I wanna bring your smile once more to life
Give me the truth, dear hero, say "I'm crying inside."
Say "I'm crying inside."
All I can do is sing, sing for you
Praying that you and your smile will stand,
Always strong and true.
I'm learning all the ways that'll make you lean on me
Like sewing up your wounds
'Cause I'm afraid that you're not afraid
To give your life for another
You say all life in this world is precious,
Except, it seems, for your own and I'm worried sick
And I hate that you are doing this to me
I wanna stop the clock that's counting down
Before you tear yourself to rags
I see you stagger and hobble every step you take
As you break into the dark
Who will shield you from more of those scars and tears?
I wanna bring your smile once more to life
Give me the truth, say "I'm crying inside."
Say "I'm crying inside."
When you do, I'm gonna save you
I swear I'm gonna save you, just in time
Having sung to her heart's content, Jirou unplugged the bass and set it down, staring at Izuku with an expectant look. Then she noticed tears streaming down his face. "I-Izuku?"
"Hmm? Oh, sorry. It's…this is the first time that a song's ever made me cry, so….it was….That was beautiful. What's it called?"
Setting the guitar down, Jirou tackled him with a hug, rolling onto the bed with him. Izuku let out a yelp of surprise but managed to catch her as she rolled on top. "Saving My Hero. I may have fallen out of favor with the Muses, but I don't really need them because I have you now. My very own green, nerdy, super-powered Muse."
Izuku couldn't help but laugh softly at that corny line. That was something that probably Kaminari would say if he ever went on a date. "Kyoka, I love you." She kissed him on his forehead in response.
"Say it again?"
Izuku smiled softly. "I love you." Another kiss, this time on the brow line.
"Again?"
"I love you." Eyelid.
"Again?"
"I love you." Tip of the nose.
"Again?"
"I love you." Both cheeks.
"Again."
"I love you." Left ear. Longer this time.
"Again."
"I love you." Neck. Even longer. She left a hickey.
"One more time."
"I love you." Lips.
Izuku sat up as Jirou pulled him upright. Tugging at their shirts, they stripped each other topless again as the encore of their heated love commenced. Laying Jirou down on her back, Izuku's lips traveled further down her torso, eventually stopping only an inch or two above her short pants. Moving past them, he felt up her calf and thigh, hooking one of them on his shoulder and planting kisses along the way, even the back of her knee and continuing to her violet-painted toes. He worked his way back up again, the tip of his tongue now swirling around her navel.
A moan and a gasp escaped Jirou's lips as she arched her back and suddenly felt her short pants being pulled off from around her waist, and Izuku's fingers gently rubbing against her through her polka-dotted purple lingerie. She tried to cover her mouth but her hand was caught and pinned above her head as he continued to steadily and mercilessly push her up to another orgasm.
Propriety, shame and other such things were once again thrown to the wind as Jirou's husky moans riled him up, intensifying the movement of his fingers. He didn't stop, her voice only egging his lust further, even when she finally climaxed. Embracing him with an incredible amount of force, Jirou bit down on his shoulder, hard, in an effort to stifle her voice. "N-no fair," she rasped.
Izuku responded by nipping her ear and licking one of her earphone jacks which suddenly sent erratic streams of tingly vibrations down his tongue. He also felt Jirou's knee softly grinding against his painfully hard erection. "Kyo-aah…haaaah….Oh, Christ…."
"It's time for payback. Lie down." She said smugly, already planning her revenge on him. Pulling Izuku's pants off with just as much aggression, she revealed a pair of green and navy plaid boxers with a rather large bulge pitching a tent in the middle. Her fingers gently stroked the top of the tent through the fabric, making it twitch and throb. "You like that?"
"Ye-heessss…." Izuku squirmed but made no attempt to escape as he let his girlfriend do as she pleased. Even the bleeding bite mark on his shoulder was throbbing with a dull ecstasy. Blood was pounding in his temple but he wanted more. And she eagerly gave it to him, quickening the pace of her stroking, clearly enjoying his reaction.
"Good, 'cause now it's my turn to make you scream." Pulling his boxers down slightly lower but not completely off, Jirou revealed his cock, throbbing, begging for release. While it was grotesque, she did find it oddly cute. With the tip of her tongue, she slowly began lapping the tip up, making Izuku convulse and gasp more like a taser was hitting him. Within minutes, he felt an indescribable warmth surround the head, extending downwards. Her tongue snaking around the shaft made him thrust his hip upwards instinctively, drawing in a sharp breath.
He heard her chuckle and could tell that she was having fun, thoroughly toying with him. Izuku kept touching her even after Jirou orgasmed, but she was doing the opposite to him, only giving him what he wanted in sporadic bursts, sometimes lasting five minutes, ten, or even thirty seconds if she felt like it. While Izuku did his best to control himself, his abs and pubococcygeal muscles were starting to cramp fiercely. "Kyouka, p-please….you need too-oooo….agh, oh my God….aaah…" His hand found Jirou's head as he guided her back and forth. She sucked her cheeks in to increase the pressure and rewarded him with his long-awaited orgasm. Fierce spurts of hot, sticky semen splashed inside her mouth and down her throat as Izuku drew her head deeper towards his groin.
Once she was convinced his orgasm subsided, Jirou pulled away. "Eeww….it tasted weird….." She commented as she wiped her lips and reached for the bottle of water on the floor to wash the taste away.
"Um, sorry….I uh…are you okay?" Jirou only kissed him as a reply as they lay down in the comfort of their skin.
"Yeah, I'm soaring on fucking cloud nine right now, thanks to you."
"Great. My turn now." Grabbing Jirou by her legs, Izuku hooked them onto his shoulders, her sopping wet crotch mere inches away from his face.
"Wha-aaagh?! Hey! No, wait stop. Seriously, come ooooo-AAH!" Despite her pleas, Izuku kept going, his tongue, lips and teeth ravishing her from the inside out, making her toes curl so much that her legs were cramping. But she didn't care at the moment. All that mattered to Jirou was everything Izuku was doing to her. For her. "More….do it more…keep going, keep going, yes! Right there, right…HNNN-NGH! AAH! FUUUCK!" Waves of orgasms continued to assault her one after another like body blows, numbing her mind until the coup de grace completely knocked her consciousness out of her body.
With all his energy spent, Izuku fell beside her as his eyes grew droopy. Gently bringing her closer to himself, he closed his eyes, both heart and mind at peace for what was probably the first time in the truest sense in over a decade. "I love you, Kyoka." And with one last kiss for the night, he drifted off to sleep.
We're gonna be taking a break from the smut for a bit and dive headfirst into some drama. Also, I sincerely do hope the chapter titles with musical lingo is making sense...It is a Deku x Jirou ship-fic, so I thought it fitting. I was an English major, not a Music major, so feel free to let me know if it's not working for all those aficionados out there.
Until next time. PLUS ULTRA!