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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in the 3A dormitories. The weather was good, so almost everybody had gone out for some shopping or a walk. Katsuki and Izuku were off training somewhere.
Kyouka and Denki were hanging out in Kyouka’s room. Now, according to the school rules it was strictly forbidden for boys to stay in girls’ rooms and viceversa - if they wanted to spend time together they could do so in the communal area.
That had been fine for their first two years of school - the first year and part of the second had been such a shitfest that none of them had even thought about undertaking - ahem - illicit activities in their dormitories.
The third year, however, they finally got some peace from villains' attacks.
Some of them were eighteen already, and Denki suspected that Aizawa Sensei was cutting them quite a bit of slack on the matter, after giving them the most embarrassing Sex Ed lecture ever at the end of their second year.
Many of the girls in their class still hadn’t expressed any interest in dating (as far as Denki knew), but Mina had started going on dates with a different guy every weekend, from their school and other schools too, and Denki was sure that this was eating Eijirou alive, but it was not his business to confront him about it. Momo received love declarations on the daily, but she seemed more interested in having tea-dates with Shouto, especially since Shouto had grown quite a bit in height and bulk over the summer, and was now taller than her.
Now back to him and Kyouka - they had been the first official couple in their class. They’d started dating at the end of their second school year, after a rather clumsy declaration on both sides.
That was some months ago, but nothing much had changed in their relationship. They hung out a bit more than before and went on the occasional date to the movies or to have ice cream, but mostly they hung out together with their friends, or watched movies in their room.
They hadn’t gone further than kissing and heavily groping at each other with their clothes on. Denki wanted to - the gods only knew he’d been close to coming just from Kyouka sitting in his lap and rubbing against him with four layers of clothing between them, and he had dreamt of undressing her far more times than it was humanly healthy, for sure. But she still seemed hesitant, and Denki would never dream of forcing her to do anything.
He wanted her to enjoy herself too, but he suspected she felt ashamed of something in her appearance - she didn’t need to, Denki found her the most beautiful girl in the world. But he just didn’t know how to tell her!
His friends were useless with advice. Mineta had become more and more insufferable the more time passed and girls pushed him away - his advice came just from the hentai manga he read - just force himself on her and she would like it eventually. Denki read some hentai too, but he didn’t lack the basic human empathy necessary to understand that that wasn’t the way people should behave in real life, especially if they were in love.
Eijirou just told him to man up and have a heart-to-heart conversation with her, but he was the first who didn’t follow his own advice!
Denki didn’t even dare ask Katsuki because he had a feeling he was going through much bigger internal revelations towards Izuku; and Hanta’s advice was just to smoke a joint before hanging out with Kyouka, so he would be less nervous.
Hanta’s was actually the most feasible advice Denki could follow, so he’d brought a joint to Kyouka’s room, but they hadn’t smoked it yet.
They were sitting on the bed and watching A Star is Born, because Kyouka wanted to listen to the soundtrack.
It wasn't a bad movie after all (they were both Lady Gaga’s fans), and Kyouka had leant on his shoulder, wrapped an arm around his waist and swayed them forth and back while Always Remember Us This Way played. At the end of the movie they were both misty-eyed.
Kyouka sniffled and rubbed her eyes while Denki closed the tab on her laptop.
Denki expected her to remove the arm she had around him, but if anything she squeezed him harder and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.
Denki ruffled her hair playfully. “You ok?” He asked.
Kyouka sniffed into the hollow between his neck and shoulder. “Uh-uh,” she nodded. “The movie was a bit sad,” she commented. Then, as a non-sequitur, “you smell so good”.
Denki was not expecting the compliment, and he blushed. Turning his head to look into her eyes, she found Kyouka already looking at him. Her cheeks were pink too, but the look in her eyes wasn’t as shy as the other times they’d been so close.
Denki found that he quite liked this determined look directed at him in the bedroom, so he leant forward and kissed her without thinking.
Kyouka’s mouth welcomed him warmly, tongue already licking into his mouth.
She wrapped both her arms around his neck and shuffled on the bed so that she was leaning against the wall and Denki was sitting between her legs. He didn’t dare touch her where she might not want to, so he just put a hand on her waist and the other on the mattress to balance himself.
They got lost in their kisses, so Denki didn’t notice that Kyouka had opened her legs to make more space for him. She started letting out little whines between kisses, and those in turn made Denki groan and his dick grow uncomfortably hard in his jeans.
They kept kissing swaying forth and back, and Kyouka at some point grabbed the hand Denki had kept carefully anchored on her waist, as if she wanted to move it somewhere else, but she didn’t.
Denki thought it was now or never. He broke the kiss and looked his girlfriend straight in the eyes.
“Kyouka,” he asked as calmly as he could, “can I touch your chest?”
Kyouka blushed crazily but bore his gaze. “Denki, I - I want to, but I think you won’t like it if you touch me”.
Denki was flabbergasted. “Why???”
“Because!” She snapped, “I’m so thin, my tits barely exist, I don’t have a sexy figure like the other girls…”
“But - '' Denki started, but she interrupted him. “I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore if you see me naked,” she concluded, hiding her face behind her hands.
Denki’s heart broke a little hearing that. He tried to find the right words to express all his disagreement, but he felt immensely stupid and inadequate to the task.
“Who made you think that?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth, and he immediately regretted it. She glared at him. “Everyone! Ok?” She bursted. “In every fucking advertisement, in every movie, in every comic there are only curvy women, and when there’s one like me she’s usually the loser, the dorky one!” Denki tried to interject, but she continued. “And you’re always making stupid jokes about boobs and ass with the other boys when we go out in group; you think I can’t hear you but you forget I have a very good hearing,” she glared.
Denki felt like the most wretched worm on earth now for having said such things, which were only for the sake of joking in group.
His mouth was hanging so open that he could probably catch flies, but Kyouka was not finished yet.
“And…” her voice lowered a few tones, “during Tsuyu-chan’s last birthday party Mineta even told me that I would be “a pretty girl” if my boobs were bigger! Like, who says a thing like that? And I don’t know why the fuck I care about his opinion, but still…!” She concluded, waving her arms angrily.
Denki was going to wring Mineta’s neck after this. But the sudden anger gave him the necessary kick to find his words.
“I’m going to kick his ass for this,” he began, “but, Kyouka, I- I’m so sorry that I hurt you with my stupid comments. I’m an idiot, I don’t really mean those things… It’s just a way of joking with the other guys.”
Kyouka was staring angrily at him, but she didn’t make a move to interrupt, so that was good.
“I like you so much, Kyouka,” he said with all the honesty he could convey into his voice and his eyes. “I love spending time with you, but I also think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world! It’s impossible that I won’t like you naked!” He concluded earnestly. He feared he’d gone too far, but Kyouka now was just begrudgingly blushing and frowning.
Denki dared leaning forward and pecked her on the forehead. They smiled together. “After all,” he added, “I’m also much thinner than all the other guys in class, I don’t have much muscles… but I hope you like me anyway,” he concluded awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
Kyouka regarded him with the same look she had when she’d agreed about the concert at the U.A. School Festival.
She begrudgingly took his hand. “Of course I like you as you are,” she admitted. “And I think I’d like you naked too, if what I’ve seen at the swimming pool was a promise,” she added cheekily.
Denki went back from repentant to horny in 0.1 seconds. He smirked, “Oh yeah? You like these Stun Guns?” He asked flexing his arms stupidly. Kyouka exploded in a fit of giggles, but then she calmed down and they smiled sweetly at each other.
The mood had ineffably shifted in the room, and when Kyouka grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and whispered “Come here,” there was no trace of shyness in her voice.
They went back to making out, but soon Kyouka moved to kiss his jaw and neck, and murmured “You smell so good here, Pikachu”. Then she licked at his earlobe and Denki felt an electric rush go through his body straight to his dick. It was so sudden that he felt dizzy for a second and feared he’d electroshocked his girlfriend accidentally, but then he still felt her tongue shyly licking at his neck. He heard himself moan in an embarrassingly high pitch, but his brain was definitely too fried to care.
Kyouka was holding his left hand, and after a while she brought it herself on her chest.
Denki felt the warmth and softness of her breast under the fabric of her bra, and thought he was going to die there and then. But Kyouka wouldn’t have it - she still had her hand firmly over his, and she squeezed at her own breast with his. They moaned in unison.
That gave Denki enough courage to raise his right hand and bring it on her chest too, and he started touching her, following her moans to understand what she liked the most.
When his thumbs lowered the edge of her bra cups and brushed at her nipples, Kyouka jumped and yelped.
“Ah, yes,” Denki thought. He’d read enough porn to have at least an inkling that girls liked that.
He kept pinching and rubbing at her nipples, and even if it was through the fabric of her t-shirt the moans she let out were different than what he’d ever heard coming from a girl, the most heavenly music to his ears.
“Denki…” she whined, pushing him away softly. Denki released her, and she clumsily grabbed at the edge of her t-shirt and made a move to raise it over her head. Denki understood she was still feeling embarrassed, so he lowered his eyes until he saw her t-shirt tossed away with the corner of his eye. He slowly raised his eyes, but she had adjusted her bra, so he didn’t really see anything except, well, her bra (Mineta would already kill for something like this). It was a simple black cotton bra, but her breasts filled it nicely. Denki found her absolutely gorgeous.
“Should I take my shirt off too?” He asked her, wanting to be equal, even though she’d actually already seen him shirtless during some training sessions.
Kyouka nodded and Denki tossed his shirt behind him at the speed of light. Kyouka smiled and shyly caressed his chest, grabbing at the few muscles there, then moving to his shoulders and doing the same. Denki let her touch him as much as she wanted - it seemed to calm her down and he liked it too.
When Kyouka’s fingers pinched his nipples, he didn’t expect it to feel that good - he also yelped in a rather unmanly way. He had never tried to touch himself there.
Kyouka was smiling now. “You like it too?” She asked softly, and at Denki’s nod she bent forward and started peppering light kisses all over his chest.
Her lips felt like butterfly wings on his skin, so light and gentle, Denki was not used to such a touch on himself. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.
When he felt Kyouka’s warm tongue licking at his nipples, another electric shock went straight to his dick and he was left breathless. An honest “Holy shit” escaped his lips, and Kyouka giggled, then bit down. “Fuck!” Denki yelped.
“Feels good?” Kyouka asked coyly, and Denki found himself at a loss for words at how good he felt. Kyouka kept kissing and licking at his nipples, murmuring “I really like your body, Pikachu”.
A wave of fondness overtook Denki, and he embraced her tight. In doing so their chests collided, and rubbing against each other one of Kyouka’s bra straps fell over her shoulder.
He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her so hard that her back collided against the wall, and the more they moved the more her bra slipped down.
Finally he couldn’t contain himself anymore and he started kissing down her neck and into the cleavage between her breasts. At that, he raised his eyes in a silent request of approval.
Kyouka’s cheeks were very red, but she nodded, so he swiftly lowered her bra and exposed her tits to the air, immediately attacking her right nipple and sucking it into his mouth. What he was not expecting was the loud scream that Kyouka let out, so loud that his hand shot out and clasped her mouth.
They looked at each other, frightened that someone could have heard them. Denki released her face and made a shushing motion with a finger on his lips. Kyouka nodded and put her knuckles in her mouth to bite on, so that Denki could resume his task.
He licked and sucked methodically at her right and left nipple, massaging and squeezing her tits thoroughly in his hands, now that he had full access to them. They were beautiful - small, yes, but they fit perfectly in the palm of his hands, with little nipples the most beautiful shade of pink. He felt like he could suck on her tits for hours and never get tired. Kyouka’s muffled moans were turning him on beyond measure, and when she grabbed at his hair to shove his face further into her tits, he felt like passing out from too much arousal.
All his senses were filled with Kyouka - her breasts in his mouth, the scent of her skin enveloping him, her hand pulling his hair, her sweet moans in his ears - he was overwhelmed in the best way.
Soon Kyouka started squirming, opening her legs, and that made Denki slip down the bed a bit, so that he was laying almost flat on his stomach on the mattress.
Kyouka was wearing a skirt, and there was nothing Denki wanted more than burying his head under her skirt and eating her alive, but…
He raised his head to see Kyouka biting her lips hard, her cheeks still red but her expression less shy and overwhelmed. She backed against the headboard of the bed and then raised her skirt, opening her legs for Denki to crawl between them.
Denki at this point was too horny to think straight, and probably his dick was burning a hole through his trousers, but he didn’t care in the least. Crawl he did, gladly, and planted his whole face between his girlfriend’s legs.
The smell overpowered him - it wasn’t a bad smell at all, just different from everything else he knew. But, if possible, that made him even hornier.
He couldn’t see much in the dark under Kyouka’s shirt, but he kissed reverently at Kyouka’s panties wherever he could reach and let his nose and mouth guide him. He discovered the shape of her pussy with his own lips, tracing it softly over the cotton.
Kyouka was writhing and moaning deliciously above him and made no move to stop him anymore, so he took courage and with two fingers shifted ever so slightly her panties to the side to uncover her most precious treasure. Following his instincts, he kissed every centimeter he discovered, until he reached the wet center and tentatively licked at it with the tip of his tongue.
He heard Kyouka’s muffled cursing above him and he made to withdraw, but she grabbed his head and kept him in place. Denki liked this more than he probably should, but he didn’t stop to question it - he focused his mind on spreading her pussy and licking at her.
It was a dream come true, literally - he found that he actually liked the taste, and that the more he licked the wetter Kyouka got. When he went to lick up the bud that (he thought he recalled) was called clitoris, Kyouka moaned like a cat in heat. “Yes, keep going…there,” she groaned.
Denki obeyed and tried to move his tongue in the same place as fast as he could even if his jaw hurt, and was rewarded by a new string of moans from Kyouka, higher and higher in pitch. She squeezed her thighs around his face, which, coupled with the skirt still covering his head, made it very hard for him to breathe, but he was so horny that he’d almost lost his mind.
He’d been inadvertently rubbing his crotch against the mattress, and he was so close…
Suddenly he felt the same electric shock cursing through his body towards his dick, and he knew he was about to come, but he felt the electricity flowing out of his body too, and he barely had time to remove his hands from Kyouka’s thighs before he heard her screaming, he heard the familiar zap of when he released his quirk, and then he lost control of his body, everything went black and he felt nothing at all anymore.
…
“Denki? Oh my god, Denki? Baby?” Denki was woken up by his girlfriend lightly slapping his cheek. Uh, she had never called him baby before, that was a first…
Opening his eyes, he saw Kyouka leaning over him. She was dressed again, with a glass of water in her hand and her face white like a blanket.
Denki found that he was still lying on the bed, but Kyouka had turned him face up. He tried to speak and found that he could. “What - what happened?” He asked, his voice a little rough, while trying to raise himself into a seated position.
She stopped him and helped him to shuffle backwards into a wall of pillows she’d apparently built, and gave him the glass of water to sip on.
“Drink some, baby,” she told him in a comforting voice, and he obeyed. He felt immediately better with some sips of water.
“You passed out,” Kyouka explained while he drank. “It was like - like when you release your maximum voltage and go stupid for a while - you even released some electricity, but I think you didn’t manage to reach your maximum because you passed out before you could”.
Denki tried to remember what had happened. Yes, he did remember inadvertently starting to release his quirk, so… “Oh god, Kyouka, did I hurt you with my quirk???”
Unexpectedly, Kyouka blushed furiously. “Kyouka?” Denki quirked his eyebrow, perplexed.
“No, I…actually, I…” she stuttered. Denki kept looking at her intently until she blurted out, “Your body wasn’t touching mine anywhere else than your tongue on my… you know,” she stopped to hide her face behind her hands, “and I was already so close, and then I think your tongue released a bit of electricity on me and I - I came”.
Denki blinked. Then blinked again. His brain was empty.
“And I feel awful because it felt so good that I probably spent like a whole minute screaming by myself before realising you’d passed out! My poor Pikachu!” She wrung her hands guiltily, then she hugged him and muttered “Sorry” into his hair.
Denki found enough presence of mind to hug her back and reply something. “Kyo… it’s ok. I was really enjoying myself too before passing out… I lost control of my quirk. I should be sorry!”
She just hugged him tighter and whispered “It’s ok,” so Denki added “And I think I came too, right before I passed out”.
Kyouka released him. “Ah, yes,” she said, “I gathered that”. Her eyes lowered mercilessly to his crotch, where a stain was now clearly visible. It was Denki’s turn to blush.
They snickered, the adrenaline from the fear slowly dissipating.
Kyouka pouted. “You know,” she said, “I wanted to take off your trousers too…”
“Don’t say that!” Denki groaned, “I haven’t fully recovered yet! Where did all this initiative come from?” He asked with a half smirk, but he saw Kyouka’s smile fall as soon as he said it.
“Not that I don’t like you this way!” He screamed, “It was my dream to be close to you like this, you are wonderful, I love you so much!!!”
Kyouka’s mouth fell open.
Whoops… this was the first time Denki had ever said the L word to her - what a great timing, stupid Dunce Face - a voice similar to Bakugo’s in his head scolded him.
But Kyouka’s eyes misted over, and she swatted his shoulder. “Stupid! Now you made me sound like a horny fool! I love you too, Denki,” and she hugged him again, “I just wanted to say that I’ve been wanting to have sex with you, but I was just too unsure of my body… But it seems you like it”.
Denki held her tight. “I like all of you very much. And we can be intimate whenever you want, if you want, I’ll do everything you say”.
She kissed his hair. “I liked everything you did,” she replied. “But I think you need to talk with a doctor about releasing your quirk involuntarily in certain moments, no? I got so scared, and I don’t think it was good for you”.
Denki had to agree, even though he didn’t like the idea of explaining the circumstances to any doctor. But that was what being a responsible adult meant after all, he supposed. He owed it to Kyouka and to their relationship and he would do anything for her.