Guess who's back bitches- I mean…. My lovelies. It has been a full year since the last update (give or take 20 days), and due to a new review, I remembered that I have this ongoing fic. I finally got a laptop that doesn't suck ass, so let's see how soon I'll run out of excuses for not updating, shall we?

Also don't expect big updates. My school staff are currently being major dickbags to each other (and indirectly to us).

By the way, when I was rereading the story, I got the urge to rewrite it (again). It's not… as terrible, as it was before, but it's not exactly my proudest piece of writing. I'm going to keep it out of sentiment (okay, I'm just too lazy to rewrite it, but tbh then it would probably come out in 2020), but this chapter here is closer to how I want the fic to be.

Just because the break was incredibly long, I present to you… Smut! *one distant clap can be heard*

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She was extremely nervous. Her heart was pounding so hard, that she feared that it might jump out of her chest. Or was she excited? She couldn't tell very well. All she knew, is that she was overcome with a strong emotion. He gently caressed her every curve, somehow knowing exactly where to touch more, and where to touch less, as if he knew every inch of her more than anything in the world. His brilliant green eyes looked at Kaoru from time to time. His eyes made him seem as if he was smirking, though his lips hadn't even twitched. She tousled his raven hair. She knew that he was being full of himself. He laughed. The laugh was low, a bit quiet and it came deep from his throat. She liked it when he laughed. She did not have time for any pondering, though, as his hand swiftly slipped south and started caressing there. She gave out a startled moan. He smirked, and inched closer to her face. She closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss from Butch's soft lips… Wait a second. Butch?

Kaoru instantly opened her eyes, and jumped out of her bed, tumbling down on the floor. She wiped the cold sweat from her neck.

"What. The. fuck." She whispered. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," She said, louder with each statement. "what the fuck was that?!" She finally yelled.

"Kaoru, stop yelling!" Came a yell from downstairs. It was her father.

"I'm not yelling!" Kaoru yelled louder.

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Miyako was resting her head on Boomer's shoulder. They were watching a movie on the big screen in professor Utonium's lab, which was empty on this day. The professor decided to go on a father-son bonding trip with Ken, much to the boy's protests. Watching a movie in the lab was Boomer's idea. Miyako didn't want to mess with any of the equipment while the owners weren't here, but Boomer insisted, saying that they will absolutely not touch anything else. She trusted him.

His warmth under her head didn't make her daze off as she thought. Instead, it directed her thoughts in a particular direction. She didn't know why. Maybe she was just curious, and she felt secure and ensured that this relationship had a future?

Or she is just a non-ace, healthy teen full of hormones who has a partner.

That is also a valid reason.

"Boomer, I… I think I want to do it." Miyako shyly said. Boomer turned his attention to Miyako and smiled.

"Anything for my princess." Boomer said with a smile before giving her one of his sweet kisses. Then, he caressed her cheek, and turned his attention to the film again. Miyako sighed and lifted herself up from him.

"No, you… You misunderstood. I meant… It…" Each word felt like it was killing her. This was so embarrassing.

"Not sure I follow." Boomer said. His face showed large amounts of confusion. If they were in a cartoon, she's sure that he'd tilt his head to the side and a question mark would pop out of his head.

"You know… It." Miyako tried her best not to blush too hard.

"The movie "It"? You want to be a killer clown?" Boomer squinted.

"No… I want… Uh… I want to… Put your hotdog in my bun." Why did she say that. That lacked so much finesse, as if Kaoru advised her to say this.

"… You're hungry?" Boomer said after a minute of thought.

"No… Your thingy… and my you-know-what…" Did she just quote My Immortal?

"You lost me completely."

"I want you to… uh. Sin. Sin with me." Somebody stop her.

"You mean theft or murder?" How blind can he be?

"I mean perverted stuff…" At this point, her face must be redder than a tomato. Boomer gasped.

"You mean like…" He said and scooted closer. "… you want to peep on your neighbours?" Boomer whispered. Miyako's train of thought stopped dead in its tract. She blinked a few times.

"You knew what I was talking about!" She hid her face and exclaimed. Boomer giggled.

"I only realised when you said that raunchy line about hotdogs." He kissed the top of her head. "I don't think we should. We're still fairly early into this." Boomer smiled at her with his sugar sweet smile. She felt as if she just got diabetes and toothache from it. She loves the fact that he would never force her to do anything she doesn't want, but she thinks this isn't necessary. They need to be married. They need to have a superhero child. What's the problem here? Or is Boomer just… Not ready..?

"You've been saying that out loud," Boomer laughed. "No… It's just that… I might not be able to stop myself."

"I'm fine with that." Miyako smiled. With that, Boomer laid a kiss on her lips, with no haste. Miyako parted her lips to allow him to insert his tongue, which he obliged to. He reached to her skirt, snaking his way under it.

"What the hell, you two?" They heard Kaoru's voice from the entrance of the room. "Have some decency, jeez. What would've the professor think?" Kaoru stomped to the couch, while angrily chastising them. Both Miyako and Boomer jumped from each other, as if they were on fire. She fetched her gym bag from the other side of the room, then retreated to the exit.

Miyako and Boomer waited a while, before deciding to continue. That is when Momoko entered. She saw what was going on, and she turned on her heel the instance she saw them, muttering an "I'll come later". Boomer and Miyako sighed and attempted to kiss again, but then Himeko entered the `room. Boomer screamed. Himeko raised her arms in an "alright, chill out" motion, before turning on her heel and exiting the lab.

"Why does everyone want me to go blue balls?" Boomer muttered.

"… You know… I think we should get a room. The lab is too… public." Miyako shyly proposed. Boomer nodded, and within 3 minutes, they were in a hotel made for situations like this. A "love hotel" if you will. Miyako didn't know how did they get here this fast, as the closest love hotel from the lab was about 15 minutes away by car. He didn't spare a penny on the room, either. He booked the best room he could with the money he currently had on hand. There were a multitude of equipment for these kinds of situations, such as an impressive library of porn videos, condoms in all sizes, lube, and some tiny bit kinkier toys stored away in a clear container (nothing too kinky though, that was reserved for a different room). Miyako felt overwhelmed and shy. Boomer noticed, so he hid all of the raunchy stuff away, keeping only a single condom in sight. The bed looked comfy and very plain with all of the raunchy stuff hidden. If not for the already burnt image of porn, she would've thought that this is a regular hotel. Boomer and Miyako looked at each other awkwardly. He scratched his neck and sighed. Then, he sat down on the bed, beckoning Miyako to him. He was sure she'd sit next to him, so he was sure he didn't need to pat the spot next to him.

Though this did not happen. Instead, Miyako misunderstood what he expected her to do, and she sat herself down on his lap, though with a lot of visible embarrassment on her face. Boomer looked like a deer in the headlights. He thought it was a little bit weird, but her forwardness – though not entirely intentional – made every blood cell speed up, and move simultaneously north and south. He was just… Speechless. After realising how awkward it is, he decided to rest his one hand on her waist, while the other cupped her nape. They were inching closer, unknowingly to themselves. Finally, Boomer laid a kiss on her lips. It was gentle at first, but got increasingly more hungry. Yet it wasn't aggressive, desperate and unpleasant. It was full of love. Each second felt like he tried to pour all the love that he had for her into the kiss, and she responded with equal amounts of feelings. Boomer, full of confidence, reached to the zipper of Miyako's skirt. Miyako immediately broke the kiss, stood on the floor and slipped out of her skirt, figuring that he wouldn't be able to take it off in this position. Boomer stifled a laugh, and grabbed Miyako's hand, inching her closer to him. She made tiny steps towards him, as if she were reluctant to sit on his lap again. Boomer furrowed his brow. Does she not want to do it, after all? He stopped.

"… Pants…" Her tiny voice could be heard. He mentally slapped his forehead. Of course. He unbuttoned his jeans and took them off with his boxers. Miyako looked at him. "Isn't it supposed to be…" Miyako said, and pointed her finger upwards. True, it was only half-mast, but they didn't really do anything. Boomer shook his head, and beckoned her to him again. Before she came closer though, he took off his shirt to encourage Miyako, in a way. Miyako took it as a hint, and began to undress herself. Boomer actually wanted to do that himself, but that didn't matter. He needed to refrain from his funny comments, as he didn't want her to get scared and more embarrassed than she is now. This is their first time. Anything else didn't matter. This was their first time. This was important, and Boomer was serious.

"… It went limp." Miyako stated with a surprise. Apparently, Boomer was a bit too serious. He sighed and assured her that he's alright and that she didn't turn him off, by any means. He motioned her to sit on the bed. She did, and he kneeled on the floor in front of her. Miyako knew what he intended to do. "No, Boomer… That's a nasty spot. Don't lick it." She said.

"The nasty spot you probably shouldn't lick is actually right next to it…" Boomer muttered. "Miyako, can we at least try? If you won't like it, I'll stop." He said, louder this time. "I think I should be pretty skilful, I mean I ate yoghurt from a cup without a spoon as a kid. I mean… I didn't train for this, I was just… lazy. And stupid." Boomer joked. The last sentences kept getting quieter with each word. Miyako giggled, and nodded.

"Go ahead then, my yoghurt knight." Miyako said with a laugh.

"Please don't call me that." Boomer cringed a little bit. Miyako giggled more. "Or else, I'll call you my yoghurt princess." He smirked. Miyako smiled at him. The atmosphere loosened up a bit, thankfully. Miyako told him, that she was ready. Boomer nodded, and gently spread her legs so that he could fit his head between them. He began with a few ticklish kisses, so that she'd laugh. He succeeded. He began with a few agonizingly slow, testing licks. She shivered at each one involuntarily, much to her surprise. Then, he began to "work his magic", as he'd probably say if his mouth wasn't occupied. His licks, still excruciatingly slow, kept being exactly in the places that she wanted them to be. If she didn't know his powers, she'd probably think that he was able to read minds. She jerked her feet when he sucked on her clit for a split second, getting her mind back on track. This happened so quickly, that she didn't even have time to gasp. He kept licking slowly, every so often deciding to do a more daring move. She gasped in surprise at each one, as they didn't have a pattern. It was as if he wanted her to crave much more than he was providing her with. Then, much to her disappointment, he removed his mouth and replaced it with his hand. With a smirk, he began to stroke her sensitive flesh without a hurry. She was sure now, he was teasing her. Miyako pouted. Boomer just smirked more. He found her clit again, and decided to focus solely on it for the time being. Miyako gave out a startled moan, then kept gasping, barely audibly. After a bit, he decided that she was wet enough to insert a finger inside. He did it, and Miyako gasped in surprise. He moved his finger a little while, then inserted another one, and then kept going. He raised himself a little bit to reach to her breasts and kiss them, before licking and sucking her nipple. When her gasps became more audible and her walls started to tighten, he took his fingers out with a smile.

"I think we're both ready." He said. She noticed that his cock now stood at full mast. She shook her head.

"No… I think I should return the favour." She said, and they swapped spots. She didn't know what to do at first. She was nervous to come eye to eye with Boomer's cock, yet she couldn't stop looking. She decided that rubbing it dry would probably feel like carpet burns to him, so she went immediately to lick his shaft. He was surprised yet again today. Once she coated his shaft with saliva, she started to stimulate the tip of his cock, leaving the shaft to her one hand, and his balls to the other. He moaned loudly, low and slowly, without any embarrassment, which was the complete opposite of any sounds Miyako voiced. It was very clear that she has no experience in this. Her moves were a bit awkward and unsure. Yet Boomer felt like he was getting close way too quickly. It may just have been the fact, that it was her doing it. His princess. His moans began to be hasty, and he shut his eyes completely. Miyako knew, that this means he was close. That's why she stopped. Immediately. Without any hesitation. She flashed him her sweetest smile. That was another of the surprises he got today. His dumbfounded face quickly changed into a smile. They both laid themselves down on the bed. Boomer reached quickly onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He put it on. Then, he hung on top of her, kissing her. During the kiss, he spread her legs and made her wrap them around his waist. Then, slowly, he inserted himself inside of her. She felt odd, but luckily, she felt no pain. Boomer hesitated to check if she's doing okay. She nodded, and he began to thrust into her. He groaned low into her ear, and she bit her lip. His thrusts became faster, but they never became frantic. She started to jerk her hips and try to meet his thrusts. She didn't even do it consciously, that's what her body wanted to do. What her body needed to do. The release that already built up into her came again. The release that he denied her. She felt that it was stronger this time around. She shut her eyes. She tried to hold it in, but she couldn't. She came. She mewled and moaned. Boomer smirked at her. He didn't feel the release coming, though he knew it was. Meaning, that he could probably make her cum at least once more before he cums. He smirked more.

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She was already tired, and he hasn't cum yet. She wasn't sure how much she came, but she knew it was enough. Finally, she noticed that he was furrowing his brows harder. His eyelids tightened, and his moans were loud and frantic. She sighed in relief. He was finally cumming. With his one last thrust, he moaned her name as he came. Then, he collapsed, panting. He pulled himself out of her, took the condom off and tied it, temporarily setting it down next to the bed.

"H-How were you able to hold out for so long?" Miyako asked between pants.

"Believe it or not, I was lonely for veeery long…" Boomer answered.