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They were twenty now, and finally lived alone in an apartment in Tokyo, near Sero's and Kirishima’s shared flat. It was a recent development, because three months ago Denki was still living with them too, so they made use of any free moment they had together from work shifts to have carefree sex, without the threat of intruding flatmates.
Denki’s hero costume had changed a bit since high school, and one change had been that he’d taken off his choker. In the original design it had been there for purely aesthetic purposes, but now it seemed preposterous, since Denki had a real collar to wear only in private, for his Kyouka.
A nice black collar with a gold buckle, the style they both liked.
Now Denki was kneeling at Kyouka’s feet, on the floor by the side of the bed, a leather leash attached to the buckle, and Kyouka was pulling it to bring Denki’s face closer to her pussy. Not that Denki was complaining about the whole setup, but his dick was already hard and he knew that he probably wouldn’t get to cum for the next hour or so.
But that was fine - he liked it that way. Since they’d started having sex, they’d discovered together bit by bit that Denki liked to be bossed around in the bedroom, despite telling gross jokes with Mineta outside of it. His girl friends had knocked him into shape during high school, so nowadays he didn’t joke like that anymore. But he still liked Kyouka spanking him when he behaved too much like an idiot - or just for the fun of it.
“Come here, Pikachu,” Kyouka smirked, “if you eat me out good I’ll allow you to fuck me later”.
Denki gulped and shuffled forward on his knees. When he made to raise his hands to grip at her thighs and spread her legs, Kyouka wrapped her ear jacks around his wrists, immobilizing them behind his back. Denki looked up at her, feeling a little betrayed and a little more aroused. “No touching, Pikachu,” Kyouka’s smirk widened. “Use only your tongue,” she ordered.
Before Denki could say anything, she pulled at the leash with one hand and grabbed his hair with the other, shoving his face where she wanted it. Legs on his shoulders, his face was trapped between her thighs and he could barely breathe, but that only made his dick harder.
He buried his nose into her pussy, tickling her clit, and started licking like a starved man.
When they started dating they were teenagers, none of them shaved, and Denki had always liked her hairy too. Nowadays, sometimes she liked to shave for a different feeling (and shave him when she wanted to eat his ass too - but Denki was still too ashamed to talk about that in public).
Today she was shaved, which made it easier for Denki to lap up and down her clitoris as fast as he could with his tongue. Soon his girlfriend was shivering and moaning, gripping at his hair like crazy and moving his head up and down, effectively using him for her own enjoyment, not caring much if he was breathing or not.
But Denki was just fine, in fact he could have died happily between Kyouka’s legs.
“Denki,” Kyouka moaned, “it’s so good… good boy, yeah, keep going”.
The term of endearment, the light suffocation, the feeling of having his wrists bound behind his back, the humiliation of being helplessly hard on his knees at his girlfriend’s feet was enough to send him to heaven as a happy man. Chargebolt, Stun Gun Hero from Red Riot’s agency, found dead in his home suffocated by Earphone Jack’s thighs. That would be some gossip for the news!
He kept lapping and sucking at Kyouka’s clit relentlessly for a while, until Kyouka shivered and pulled at his leash.
“Hey, Pikachu, enough,” she ordered, and Denki raised his face. Her cheeks were red and her smile was softer now. “Come up here,” she patted the space beside her on the bed.
She released his wrists, and Denki shook his arms before slowly crawling on the bed.
He was aware that his face was probably all wet and gross, but Kyouka still cradled his cheek with her hand, giggled and kissed him softly.
Denki laughed too and they started making out, first giggling after each kiss, then with more intent, licking into each other’s mouth with wandering hands.
Denki was already naked from earlier, when Kyouka had stripped him, collared him and made him kneel at the side of the bed, but Kyouka had only dropped her trousers and panties.
Denki slipped his hands under her shirt and was delighted to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Not that Kyouka needed it - his girlfriend’s tits were small and perfect and they defied gravity. He squeezed at them and pinched her nipples, pulling a whine from her.
He continued playing with her breasts for a while, until Kyouka was panting in his mouth, then slowly with his right hand made his way down her stomach towards her pussy.
When he rubbed it, he found she was really wet - sure, most of it must have been his own saliva, but the fact still made him even hornier than before. He inadvertently moaned together with Kyouka.
She detached herself from his mouth, her gaze determined now. She grabbed his wrist and forced him to put a finger inside her. “Touch me,” she growled. “I didn’t come yet, you better put some effort into it,” she added smugly.
At this, Denki’s pride got just that little bit hurt that made him effectively want to prove himself.
He smirked too, and positioned himself in a more comfortable position between her legs, then started fingering her, hard. He knew the way Kyouka liked it, had seen how she touched herself, but he’d never made her cum only with his fingers - usually she helped him or she used a vibrator too.
Nonetheless he wouldn’t be discouraged! First just with his middle finger, then with his ring finger too, he kept moving his hand up and down inside her as if he wanted to lift her whole body by her pussy, while his thumb rubbed at her clit.
Soon Kyouka was moaning louder and louder, and she was so wet that they could hear the slapping above their moans. She tried closing her legs, but Denki kept them in place with his arms, and then she shouted “Denki! Denki, ah, YES, OH SHIT, DENKI!!!”, and Denki was going crazy with arousal, but he didn’t stop, he kept moving his hand faster and faster, and before he could really understand what was happening a big squirt of liquid was coming out of Kyouka’s pussy and she was screaming like a woman possessed by a demon.
Denki gasped but still kept moving his hand until Kyouka effectively shoved him off her, so he fell back on his ass on the bed. He didn’t even feel his hard dick anymore - the astonishment topped everything else. His entire hand was soaked, but it wasn’t with the usual thick white fluid that a pussy produces when it’s aroused (as far as he knew); it was clear, and odourless.
Kyouka was panting with her eyes closed, and between her legs there was a big wet stain on the sheets too.
A moment of silence followed.
“Kyouka… you just squirted,” Denki announced, between amazed and immeasurably smug. “Have you ever done it before?” He asked.
Kyouka opened her eyes just a crack to glare at him. “You would know if I did. I didn’t think I could do it…” Denki’s grin just got bigger. “Oh my god, you will be insufferable for years from now on! Mister Chargebolt’s magic hands or what!” She groaned sarcastically, raising her arms to the sky.
Denki jumped to hover over her on the mattress. “But at least was it worth it?” He asked with what he thought was a seductive grin, but Kyouka giggled.
“Yes, I came so hard; well done, Pikachu,” she granted, and kissed his cheek, slapping it lightly afterwards. Then she seemed to recall something, and grabbed at his dick, still hanging very much hard between his legs.
“Now, do you still want your reward? Want to fuck me nice and hard and cum inside me?” She asked, pulling her seductive grin too, and in this case Denki did blush and stutter. “Do - do you still want me to? I mean, are you ok? I thought your pussy hurt, or - ”
Kyouka shushed him with a finger on his lips. “No, actually - I don’t know, I still feel horny,” she raised her legs, bending them so that her knees almost reached her shoulders, and grabbed at her own thighs, showing off to him. “Come on Pikachu, fuck me hard, I want that big Chargebolt cock inside me”.
The visual and her words were enough to make him cum on the spot, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself, because he really wanted to be inside her.
Besides, her pussy did still seem so wet…
He entered her slowly and she felt so hot, so tight, it felt like heaven around him. Kyouka moaned and arched her body as if receiving his cock was the best thing of her life, and Denki lost every pretence of control. He started pounding her so hard that the bed thumped and cracked dangerously against the wall.
(Luckily it was daytime so their neighbours were most likely at work).
Denki just couldn’t stop his hips from moving wildly fast, and Kyouka’s moans and screams only spurred him on. At one point she went cross-eyed and screamed so loud that Denki was afraid she was having a seizure. He felt her tighten around him and then felt a warm wetness spraying around his crotch. She had squirted again!
“Oh fucking shit…” he muttered. He couldn’t help himself, he brought a hand between their legs and kept rubbing her clit while still fucking her, and soon he saw another clear squirt of liquid come out, while her pussy contracted around him and she convulsed helplessly. It was too hot, too much, and soon Denki felt himself coming too, but he made sure to pound her extra hard with the last thrusts before filling her up. They both groaned lowly while he emptied himself inside her.
After, they remained still for a while in each other’s arms, panting.
When Denki felt he had enough strength to raise his head, he looked at his girlfriend.
Kyouka’s cheeks were bright red, her brow was sweaty and her hair was sticking out all over the place, but otherwise she seemed fine. She gave him a tired smile.
“You ok?” Denki asked sweetly.
Kyouka’s throat was raw from yelling. “Yeh…” she croaked, then coughed. “Thirsty,” she laughed.
Denki moved to grab the water bottle from the nightstand and in doing so slipped out of her. She whined. He was back in a second with the bottle and cradled her cheek, a bit worried. He examined her while she was gulping down water. “You sure you're ok?”
She nodded. “I just lost a lot of liquids, I guess,” she giggled. “You wore me out, Pikachu.”
Denki blushed. “I was afraid I’d gone too far… I think you squirted like three times! I was afraid you’d pass out”.
“No, it felt amazing! I didn’t even know what was happening to my body, it was just so good…” Kyouka replied, thoughtful. She grabbed him by the buckle of his collar and kissed him.
“Next time we’ll try more carefully and I'll drink more water beforehand, ok?” She winked at him.
Denki couldn’t wait.
The next day they found a note in their building’s hall, saying:
“Dear residents of apartment 5B,
we hope nobody got murdered yesterday afternoon. From all the screaming involved it certainly sounded like that.
We’re glad you’re enjoying yourselves, but next time, for the sake of your poor neighbouring apartments, could you turn it down a notch?
Thanks :)
Your neighbours”