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Kyouka was not expecting the dreams.
In all honesty, she hadn’t dreamt of Denki in a sexual way since they had started dating. After they became a couple, she just dreamt about silly situations involving them and their friends.
But, after their last encounter, she started dreaming about everything she wanted to do with him, and every dream was more explicit than the last one.
The last dream was so dirty she reached the edge in her sleep and she woke up startled, rubbing between her legs and coming involuntarily before she could even understand what had happened.
She kept dreaming about touching his hard cock, about sitting on it, about pulling his underwear down and sucking on it (she felt ashamed thinking back about this during the day), and she didn’t even have any idea what it looked like!
This frustrated her. All she had to go with in terms of male genitalia was the scarce porn she’d been able to find online bypassing the dormitories’ wi-fi firewall.
But it was her boyfriend’s dick - it had an added value to it. She just wanted to be intimate with him again.
The thing was, Denki hadn’t wanted to be intimate with her after the incident with his quirk. He said he wanted to wait until he spoke with a doctor expert in electricity quirks, but Kyouka suspected he was a bit traumatised by the experience. She wished they could have a conversation about it, but every time she’d tried Denki had quickly changed the subject - and Kyouka was too proud to insist, damn her.
If only their first time hadn’t lit such a fucking fire inside Kyouka, so that now she had to restrain herself to avoid ripping Denki’s clothes off him every time they were alone together…
She felt bad about it. She wished she could respect her boyfriend’s boundaries without feeling the need to bang her head against the wall to calm her hormones.
Anyways, in a way or another, Denki’s doctor appointment time came and went.
Kyouka wanted to be the first to hear about it, so she texted him and ran straight to his room when he gave her the green light.
She had come to love Denki’s room, she felt safe in it, with all his mismatched kitschy knickknacks and tiger skin bed sheets. However, walking through the door this time she was more nervous than she’d ever been.
Denki was sitting on his bed with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands entwined.
“Hey baby”, he greeted her with a small smile.
Kyouka evaluated him. He seemed worried, so dread started to pool at the bottom of her stomach too.
She carefully took a seat next to him, feeling a bit self-conscious.
“So how did it go?” She asked, raising her shoulders as if to hide her face.
Luckily Denki didn’t make her beg before starting to talk.
“Well… Let’s just say I’m as confused as I was before”, he said scratching the back of his head. “The doctor ran some tests and everything is fine with my health and my quirk. When I told him the, ehm, circumstance where I lost control of my quirk, he just said that it can happen. That a situation of great stress or great excitement could trigger it. And that I just need to be careful”, he concluded with a shrug.
“He didn’t give you shit about it, did he?” Kyouka asked, because that was the thing Denki was most stressed about.
“No, no, he was very professional. Just - I feel like I didn’t really get an answer on what to do!” Denki answered, sounding a bit frustrated.
Kyouka weighed her next words. Honestly, it sounded better than what she’d expected - there was no health or quirk issue.
“Well,” she started quietly, “it sounds like you don’t have to do anything. There’s really nothing wrong. Let's just be a bit more careful next time…”, she smiled.
Denki regarded her as if she’d gone crazy. “But if I can’t control it, how can I be careful? What if it happens every time we try to…”
Kyouka started to answer back, but Denki just added “I don’t want to hurt you!!!”
She snapped her mouth shut. She honestly thought Denki was more concerned about frying his own brain - hearing that he was worried about her turned her heart into a puddle.
She was surely blushing. She reached for his hand and played with his fingers. “But, Denki… You learned to control your quirk during these years of training, didn’t you?”
Denki nodded reluctantly.
Kyouka smiled, “So it will just take some practice”. She sensed Denki wanted to retort something, but she interrupted him. “I trust you”, she said simply, “Plus, you didn’t even hurt me last time! I’m sure we can control this and still enjoy ourselves”, she finished confidently, and she meant it. She would trust Denki with her life. She could bear a bit of electric shock on her skin sometimes if it meant they got to be together again.
Denki didn’t reply, just looked at his lap dejectedly. Obviously his heart wasn’t in it, so Kyouka let the topic be, and hugged him tight, then suggested they played some videogames to distract him.
After that evening, they had a slew of tests in class, so they had to put their heads into studying hard and the topic quirk-control-in-bed was swept momentarily under the rug.
***
After two weeks, they finally had a Sunday when they could breathe again, but it was raining heavily outside, so they made a date out of hanging in one of their rooms.
They were in Denki’s room, lying on his bed watching videos on Denki’s phone, but Kyouka had lit some candles on his shelves to create atmosphere, and was happily snuggled against her boyfriend with her head pillowed on his shoulder.
The current video was a funny sketch from some comedian, and they were both laughing by the end of it.
Denki went to search for another one, but Kyouka distracted him with a kiss on his cheek and squeezing his middle.
He lowered his phone to look at her and his eyes were tender, no worry in them. They smiled at each other and Kyouka leaned over to kiss him on the mouth, a light happiness bubbling up from her chest.
They kept pecking at each other’s lips, until Kyouka switched to kissing his cheeks and then down his neck where his hair started growing.
Denki smelled so good there, how was it possible for a boy to smell that good? Usually they were supposed to be gross and musky-smelling, right? (That’s what the stereotypes said.) But she could live in Denki’s used t-shirts and die happily just because his scent calmed her so much.
She felt bold enough to slip her hand under his t-shirt and pet his stomach. This was usually when Denki would stop her, lately.
But this time he just pressed his cheek against Kyouka’s and lied still.
Denki’s cheek was soft against hers, and his stomach was also soft under her hand. He was quite thin, compared to most of the boys in their class, but Kyouka liked him like this.
"You ok?" She whispered in his ear, and he gave her a quiet yes.
She kept sliding her hand up his body until she brushed a nipple with her fingertips, and Denki let out a minuscule whine.
The sound turned Kyouka on more than it should have. She raised herself on one elbow and threw a leg over Denki’s, all the while gripping at his t-shirt and lifting it above his chest.
Denki still kept mostly quiet, sliding a hand under her t-shirt too to grip at her hip, but he let out deep breaths as if to calm himself down.
Kyouka tried to be as gentle as possible, kissing and nipping at Denki’s chest, but she couldn't get enough of his skin - she had imagined undressing him so many times that it almost didn't seem true now.
She kissed lower and lower, until she reached his navel. Denki wasn't a hairy guy; just a thin line of blondish hair dipped into his trousers from his navel, but that single strip of hair was fascinating to Kyouka. She followed it with her mouth, and felt Denki suck on a breath and his stomach muscles harden under her, so she raised her eyes in alarm.
Denki was blushing with a dazed look in his eyes. He looked strangely vulnerable - it wasn't a side of him she saw often, and it made Kyouka want to protect him and fuck him up at the same time.
"Can I take off your trousers?" She asked gently.
Denki nodded, coming to her help when Kyouka attempted to smoothly pop his trousers’ buttons open and failed because her hands were too shaky. He gently lifted her hands and with one flick of his wrist popped open the buttons and pulled the zipper down.
Kyouka gulped - the moment she’d waited for had arrived, and she was excited, but also quite nervous. But then - it was her Denki. She trusted him. She wanted him.
She breathed in and out, and finally slid the trousers down Denki’s legs.
She grabbed at his thighs, feeling the soft hair and strong muscle underneath her palms.
Denki spread his legs a little, and scooted back to lie half-seated against the headboard.
They looked at each other hesitantly.
"Baby, you don't have to do anything -", Denki started.
"I want to", Kyouka interrupted him. "I want to see you. I'm so curious", she smiled. Denki blushed harder and murmured, "Ok".
Kyouka looked at his underwear, and was glad he didn't have something stupid on like a tiger print or some All Might underwear (though that might be more Deku's style). He was wearing simple grey boxers that were probably a little old, because they looked baggy and worn out.
She petted at his hip bones and hooked her fingers in the waistband, took a final breath and pulled them down, just enough to uncover what she'd wanted to see the most.
And oh, it was right there. It had been bent to the right in his underwear, but as soon as she pulled that down it popped right up and slapped on Denki’s stomach.
It was straight, just slightly veiny, and a nice shade of pink. And it was big. Well, bigger than Kyouka was expecting.
"Wow", she exclaimed, her eyes glued to it, fingers tracing lightly the underside of the shaft, feeling smooth skin. "It's big", she commented in awe, licking her lips unconsciously.
Denki shivered violently. Worried, Kyouka looked at him, but she found him covering his face with his hands, cheeks flaming, looking back at her between his fingers.
"You ok?" Kyouka laughed.
"You can't say stuff like that and expect me to be ok!" He whined in his Denkiest voice ever. "How can I survive after I heard you saying "It’s big"???"
Kyouka sniggered, and climbed up his body so that their noses almost touched.
"But I like it so much! You have no idea how much I wanted to see you naked", she teased him, kissing his face over his fingers. Denki kept whining, until she gently tugged at his hands so that she could kiss him on the mouth.
She placed the softest kisses on his lips and massaged his hands in hers to calm him down.
"Can I - kiss you there?" She asked when he felt Denki relaxing. To be fair, she knew it was a low blow (heh pun intended), so she was expecting it when Denki tensed up again.
He couldn’t even properly nod, his cheeks too flushed, but he managed to bonk his forehead against Kyouka’s and whispered "Ok".
Kyouka was finding all his reactions unexpectedly cute from a guy who was usually so loud and annoying with girls, and she couldn't wait to hear which sounds she could pull out of him.
She quickly made her way back down his stomach, and kissed at the dark blonde hair patch that grew thicker on his groin. That was definitely the thickest hair Denki grew on his body, and she took some time to appreciate it. He smelled good there too, if a little differently from his neck.
Then slowly, the most slowly, she started kissing up the shaft. The skin felt smooth like velvet, but in contrast the muscle underneath was hard. She gripped at it with one hand, wanting to feel it in her fist.
Denki groaned. Kyouka slowly moved her fist up and down, and watched mesmerised as the foreskin slid down to reveal all of the tip, shiny with a little wetness.
She really wanted to find out what it tasted like, but she didn’t have a clear idea of what to do - she just knew generically that you were supposed to suck it.
So she went with her guts, and licked at the underside from base to tip. It didn’t really have any taste, it was just like licking at any other part of his skin, but the best thing was the hot moan Denki let out, so she kept going, licking at the head, swirling her tongue around it as she pleased.
Denki squirmed and gripped at the bedsheets, breathing heavily, and when Kyouka finally decided to wrap her lips around the head and suck it like a popsicle, he whined. He slapped his own hands on his mouth to prevent other unmanly sounds coming out, but Kyouka was determined to hear more, so she tried to go lower with her mouth and take more of him, all the while still moving her hand up and down where she couldn’t reach.
Denki seemed to like it, because his groans, even muffled, were quite loud. So cute, Kyouka thought. As she went on she noticed his dick get even harder in her fist. She wasn’t expecting it. Why was this all so hot for her? The whole situation was making her so aroused, even without any kind of stimulation on her body.
She was standing on her knees and elbows between Denki’s legs on the bed, but something in her now prompted to arch her back and lift her ass in the air, in a downward cat pose. She felt hot between her legs, just by pleasuring Denki and knowing that he liked what she was doing.
Suddenly she felt his hand gently carding through her hair. She’d been keeping her eyes closed because she felt ashamed about how she looked in that position, but she made an effort to look up at Denki.
He seemed flustered, hair mussed-up and cheeks still red as tomatoes, but he was smiling. “You look so good like this,” he said tenderly.
“Yeah?” asked Kyouka, popping off his dick.
“It’s - ah - it’s so hot”, he moaned helplessly when Kyouka gave a teasing lick to the underside of his head, where he seemed the most sensitive. She liked hearing that Denki found this hot, because she was finding it hot too. In fact, she felt hot all over, and she wished Denki could touch her at the same time she was doing this.
Denki must have felt the same way, because after some seconds of Kyouka getting back to sucking him, he grabbed her from her armpits and lifted her in his lap.
“Hey!” She protested, “I was working hard down there!”
Denki snorted and buried his face between her breasts. “I want to touch you too”, he groaned. Kyouka actually didn’t complain further, because she had been dying for Denki to touch her boobs again.
She moaned when Denki kissed over her t-shirt, because she had foregone her bra and she could feel his hot mouth directly on her skin. Denki groaned too, and pulled the wide neck of her shirt down. Kyouka’d worn a large shirt as her usual style, so her tits bounced right out of it and Denki grabbed harshly at them with both hands, sucking one nipple hungrily in his mouth.
This sudden assertiveness left Kyouka speechless, and a new, powerful wave of arousal hit her, leaving her overwhelmed by all the sensations coming at her from every side. Denki looked at her with one of her tits in his mouth and he looked so cute, so handsome, and fuck, it was almost too much.
“Denki!” She pleaded, and squirmed, and tried to grind in his lap to get some friction, but Denki held her firmly in his strong grip and she still had her fucking trousers on too, and she wanted them off yesterday.
He kept mercilessly sucking at her tits while Kyouka whined, pulled at his hair, squirmed, and she was considering just shocking him with one of her earjacks when he released her.
He seemed smug, and undeservingly so. “What is it, baby?” He asked, and fuck if Kyouka didn’t like it when his voice went deeper.
But she just frowned and tugged at his hair, ordering “Get me out of these trousers now”.
Denki chuckled, but they worked together to take off her tight trousers and her panties.
When that was done, Kyouka hovered over his lap on her knees, and they looked at each other, a bit embarrassed now that the moment had passed.
Denki looked down. “Can I touch you?” He asked quietly.
Kyouka felt that she wanted to. Last time Denki had just touched her with his mouth, she wondered how different that would be.
She braced herself with one arm on his shoulder and nodded.
Denki went straight to her centre, collecting the wetness (and there was quite a lot of that) by sliding two fingers up and down. Kyouka moaned; it felt good, and it seemed that Denki knew what he was doing when he rubbed over her clit with the tip of his fingers.
“You’re so wet”, he whispered in her ear, and the tone of his voice made her shiver. Fucking sexy Pikachu with such good hands…
She wanted to sit down on Denki’s cock, badly. But it was big - it made her dread it a little. She had never inserted anything inside her. It surely would be painful, the first time.
Still, riding Denki’s fingers felt so good…
She made up her mind. “Denki, do you want to go all the way?” She asked boldly, looking at him before she could rethink it.
Denki widened his eyes. Deep, earnest golden stared at her, a bit lost.
“Uh…” Denki started, a smile beginning to form on his face, before it fell down dramatically and he groaned, “oh no”.
“What???” Kyouka asked, alarmed.
“I - don’t have any condoms”, Denki replied between his teeth, punching his own head.
“Oh”, Kyouka sat down on his thighs like a sack of potatoes, disappointed. "Well, me neither, " she replied.
They looked at each other.
“They’re expensive! I never thought I would need them soon, so I didn’t -” Denki whined.
Kyouka giggled, feeling more sorry for Denki than for herself. “Poor Pikachu,” she mocked him lightly, “it’s ok. I don’t mind. Next time”, and she smiled comfortingly, kissing him. “I really want you”, she whispered against his lips.
Denki wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her forward. “I want you too, so much, you drive me crazy, Kyo”, he babbled.
By pulling her forward, Kyouka felt her pussy brush against Denki’s hard dick, and damn, that felt good. She experimentally grinded her hips forth and back, and her wetness slicked up his dick making the slide easier - damn, it felt really good.
She looked at her lap and saw Denki’s cock standing straight and really hard, wet at the tip, as if it was weeping for release.
“Maybe we could do it like this -” she started, and Denki was yelling YES enthusiastically before she was even finished.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he encircled her waist tighter, and they tried to move in synch. Kyouka raised her knees and wrapped her whole legs around Denki’s seated frame, curling completely in his lap, chasing her pleasure.
The space between their bodies became hot with their shared panting. They kissed sloppily, already half out of it, lapping into each other’s mouth. Denki grabbed her ass with one hand to help her move, and that harsh grip on her asscheek sent a shiver up her spine.
It all felt so maddeningly good that Kyouka was sure she started drooling at some point.
She felt so wet. She’d never been so wet and horny her entire life. Finally feeling Denki’s dick against her felt so good, she felt so dirty shamelessly grinding against him like that, but she just couldn’t stop - one last push of her hips against Denki and she was coming, squeezing Denki’s shoulders and panting the most pitiful whines she’d ever let out of her mouth, but she didn’t have any control over it anymore.
“Oh god, Kyo, shit -” Denki nudged her face up and she felt his hand between them, quickly rubbing up and down his dick before he exploded too. He went rigid, and Kyouka curiously watched as cum splurted out of his tip, up to his stomach. He squeezed his hand around it to avoid any of it landing on Kyouka, and she sat back on his thighs to distance herself a bit.
Denki collapsed on his pillows, his hand still wrapped around his dick, wheezing. Kyouka was curious. She dipped a finger in the cum covering his hand and licked at it, experimentally. It tasted sour, but not bad.
“Kyo!” Denki groaned. “You will kill me before we turn eighteen”. Kyouka giggled. “Can you stop being hot for a second?”
Kyouka blushed, because deep in her heart she still felt awkward, weird and gross most of the time, even if it was with Denki, so knowing he found her hot was a huge relief. And then she remembered: “Hey! No sudden electric shock this time, see?” She exclaimed, and clapped her hands. “I’m sure it won’t happen often, or even ever again”.
Denki smiled, and beckoned her to lie next to him with his clean hand. He was a little sweaty, but Kyouka obliged him, cuddling into his side.
“I love you Kyo. Thank you, that was amazing”, he said softly.
“Silly, what are you thanking me for? It was good for me too,” she answered, patting one of her earjacks on his chest and feeling his fast heartbeat, still recovering. “I love you too, Pikachu”.