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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Jirou_Kyouka/Kaminari_Denki
  Character:
      Jirou_Kyouka, Kaminari_Denki
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, Kinktober_2017, Vaginal_Sex, First_Time, Nipple_Play
  Series:
      Part 2 of Kinktober_2017
  Collections:
      Kinktober_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-02 Words: 1954
****** talk dirty to her ******
by Birdschach
Summary
     “Ha, you talk big, but I bet you wouldn’t have the first clue of what
     to do with a girl,” Kyoka says, her tone mocking, as the two sit on
     Denki’s bed. “You’re like a dog chasing cars, Kaminari.”
Notes
     For day 2 of Kinktober 2017, Dirty Talk.
“Ha, you talk big, but I bet you wouldn’t have the first clue of what to do
with a girl,” Kyoka says, her tone mocking, as the two sit on Denki’s bed.
“You’re like a dog chasing cars, Kaminari.”
 
“Oh, please,” Denki responds. “I think you’d be surprised.”
 
“Well,  I  wouldn’t be the one being surprised,” Kyoka says, “just whoever’s
unlucky enough to end up with you.”
 
“Ouch, just cut me deep why don’t you?” Denki says, but his smile doesn’t
falter. Kyoka could hit him, with how damn charming that smile of his is.
 
“Somebody has to put you in your place, right?” she says, smirking. It’s hard
to say how their casual hanging out led to such personal banter, but Kyoka
isn’t complaining.
 
“In my place, huh? You know, that could be pretty fun,” Denki says, smirking
right back at her. “I bet you’d be pretty good with some rope… you know, tying
me up and all? Since you’re so good at teasing.”
 
“Eh?! W-what?” Kyoka says, suddenly thrown off guard. Now she can picture Denki
tied up, completely at her mercy, and the image causes her face to flush. A
heat begins to build, between her legs, and slowly spread. “Don’t say stuff
like that.”
 
“What? I’m sorry, would you rather be all tied up instead? It’s hard to know
exactly what someone wants. But there’s a  lot  of things I’d love to try with
you… Kyoka,” Denki says, and something between a gasp and a moan escapes the
purple-haired girl’s lips then.
 
“I… I never said you could use my first name…” Kyoka says, softly. The heat
that was beginning to spread is surging through her now, and her arousal is
unmistakable… but Denki, of all people?
 
“I’m sorry, Kyoka… it’s just such a pretty name. It suits you, you know,” he
says, and another use of her name sends a chill down her spine. He slips an arm
around her shoulder, pulling her in close. Denki turns his head, his lips
inches from her ear, as he whispers; “Kyoka.”
 
“D-Denki!” she nearly cries out, and her hand flies up to her mouth, as if she
could catch the word before it slips out. “I mean, uh… Kaminari… what are you
doing?!”
 
“Sorry,” Denki says, pulling back immediately and shrugging. “I was just
proving a point, Jiro.”
 
Suddenly, all the passion she felt crashes down. Of course, it was all fake.
Why would he take her seriously? She’s just Jiro, just his friend that teases
him all the time.
 
“Whatever,” she says, crossing her arms, and turning away. “That was just
weird, it didn't do anything.”
 
“Wait, Jiro… you okay?” he asks, sensing something is off.
 
“Of course! Why wouldn't I be?!” Kyoka says, venting more than she means to.
 
“I just uh… it was a joke, y'know? I'm sorry,” he says, putting a hand on her
shoulder.
 
“Well, it wasn't funny,” she says, swatting his hand away. “So I guess I'm just
a joke, huh? I know I'm no Momo, or whatever, but… no, you know what? I'm not
going to explain it.”
 
“Huh? What do you mean?” Denki says, entirely perplexed.
 
“You know what I mean! But I hoped maybe you liked me anyway!” Kyoka says, “I
guess I was wrong.”
 
“W-what? You… hope I like you? Like  that? ” Denki asks, his heart racing.
Internally, he's cursing himself. How could he have messed things up this much?
“Jiro, I-”
 
“You don't have to say it. I know it was stupid, of course you don't like me,
I'm just your friend. So whatever!” Kyoka says, and Denki’s face falls.
 
“But, Jiro… I do like you!” he says, frantic. “I've got such a crush on you!
You're incredible, I just… I was joking around but I… I meant it, Kyoka.”
 
“W-what?” she starts, taken aback. Her rage fades, replaced by hope. Only for a
moment, though. “Don't tease me more, Kaminari. I know how you feel, I'm just a
joke.”
 
“Damn it! That's not true, okay? I just thought you didn't like me, Jiro!” he
admits, and her face brightens again.
 
“Really? D-Denki? You mean it?” Kyoka asks. At this point, she isn't sure how
to feel.
 
“Of course, Kyoka! You're great, so much fun to be around and…” Denki says,
“Well, personally I think you're the hottest girl in class.”
 
“Oh, please. You don't have to lie to me, Kaminari,” Kyoka says. “I know how I
look, I'm no bombshell.”
 
“Whatever, you rock it!” Denki says. “Seriously, Kyoka, you're adorable. I
love… uh, your look!”
 
“A-adorable?!” No way!” Kyoka says, “Were you going to say something else? Are
you still messing with me?”
 
“I swear I'm not, Kyoka!” Denki says, and as if to prove his point he leans in,
pressing his lips to hers. The blonde’s words may have failed him, but he hopes
this will get his message across. At first, Kyoka is stiff, but Denki is
passionate, and it isn't long until she melts. The arousal she felt before
begins building up once more, and she moans into their kiss, as their tongues
meet.
 
“Denki,” she practically moans when they pull apart. “Please… say my name
again. Talk like you did before…”
 
“Sure… Kyoka,” Denki says, “I'd love to. Honestly, I'd love to do a lot of
things to you, y’know? But getting you out of those clothes would come first.”
 
“Oh, yeah? Then what are you waiting for?” Kyoka says, smirking. Denki rises
then, and in one fluid motion he pushes her back against his bed, and climbs
into the bed, positioning himself above her.
 
“I'm not waiting on anything, Kyoka,” he says, as his hands move quickly,
unbuttoning her jacket, then her blouse. As each button exposes more of her,
Kyoka feels her heart racing. She can't believe this is really happening, he's
really  with  her, and they're doing  this.  They work together to get her
jacket and shirt off, and toss them aside.
 
“Denki,” she says, practically breathing his name. He lifts her up slightly,
reaching beneath her to unclasp her bra, and then that, too, is removed.
 
“You're so hot, Kyoka,” Denki says, as he takes in the sight of her bare torso,
chest rising and falling with each breath. Without further delay, he leans
down, putting his mouth to one of her slight breasts. His lips wrap around her
nipple, and Kyoka whimpers in surprise. But when his tongue pushes out, gently
teasing at her, she moans. He pulls back, almost as suddenly as he started.
“You like that? I thought you might, I bet you’re pretty sensitive!”
 
“D-don’t stop!” is all she says, and Denki answers with a chuckle.
 
“And you said I didn’t know what to do. Don’t worry,  Kyoka , I’ve got all
sorts of tricks up my sleeves!” he says, before leaning down once more,
continuing his work. He’s even more active now, and one hand drifts to her
other breast, teasing her nipple by rolling it between his fingers even as his
tongue works its way around her other breast. As much as she hates to admit it,
Denki is right, she is  incredibly  sensitive, and his touch is maddening.
 
Eager for more, Kyoka’s hand slips beneath her skirt, brushing against the
dampness of her panties. She touches herself, even as Denki pleasures her, and
it all feels so  incredible.  Of course, Denki is quick to notice what she’s
doing, and the blonde pulls back to speak.
 
“You know, Kyoka, if you want me to fuck you that’s all you need to ask,” he
says, grinning at her.
 
“I… I was just... “ she protests, but it’s weak. She  does  want him, and the
way he’s talking to her now only makes that desire stronger. “Damn it, maybe I
do want you to… to fuck me.”
 
“Good thing, I don’t think I can hold back any longer anyway,” he says, as the
two shift slightly. He begins working her panties down, leaving her in nothing
but her skirt, which he hikes up and out of the way. She spreads her legs,
allowing him to work is way in between them, before unzipping his pants and
freeing his cock. “I want you so bad, Kyoka.”
 
“I want you, too, Denki,” Kyoka says, looking aside as she does. “Please…”
 
“I can tell you want it, you know your panties were soaked, right? I mean, I
knew you were sensitive up there, but it drove you wild, huh?” he asks,
smirking as he lines himself up with her. He pushes the tip of his cock against
her entrance, prodding at her gently, teasingly. Just when she begins to grow
frustated, he pushes in, and Kyoka feels the warmth of his cock inching into
her. He’s slow, gentle, but still so  confident , and it’s hard to believe this
is  Denki  of all people.
 
Once he’s in to the hilt, he stops, panting. Kyoka is thankful for the break,
as her body adjusts to the feeling of having him inside of her. As hard of a
time as she gave him, Kyoka is surprised at just how much Denki knows.
Suddenly, she’s worried. Has he done this before? This if her first time, and
she assumed it was his as well, but… could he have experience? It wouldn’t
really  matter, of course, but she worries nonetheless.
 
“Y-you’re so good…” she says, “Have you… done this before?”
 
“What? No, of course not!” Denki says, “I mean, I kind of… well, I read up a
lot on this kind of thing. For uh… research. That’s why I wanted to prove
myself, you know?”
 
“I think you definitely did that, you moron,” Kyoka says, affectionately.
“Good, though… I’m glad it’s both of our firsts… we probably should have
mentioned that, huh?”
 
“Hey, you know me! I don’t think of that kind of thing, I just kinda run with
it. What was it you said… chasing cars?” Denki teases, before he pulls back.
Kyoka knows what’s coming, and sure enough, he thrusts back in. It doesn’t take
him long to settle into a rhythm, and Denki is mesmerized by the way her
breasts bounce slightly with each of his thrusts. Again, he reaches up to tease
at one, while leaning in to kiss his lover. Her hands find his back, squeezing
at him through his jacket, drawing him in even closer.
 
In only moments, they’ve lost themselves completely in each other. The heat of
their bodies mingling together, hot breath on warm skin, murmured flirting,
it’s all so perfect, and Kyoka can hardly think of anything beyond his touch.
With all of his efforts before, she breaks first. She whimpers, as she nears
her limit, each of his thrusts pushing her closer, closer, until  finally
she’s crying out, her orgasm crashing over her. Her body seems to squeeze him,
even cling to him, as she comes, and the feeling is incredible. Despite his
best efforts, Denki is joining her in climax in mere seconds, only just
managing to pull out. His seed lands on her abdomen, and her skirt instead, but
neither of them can care much about that now.
 
“That was awesome,” Denki says, as he recovers, the two of them little more
than an awkward tangle of limbs in Denki’s bed. “Kyoka, you’re incredible. I
can’t wait until we have a chance to do that again!”
 
“Huh, you know, I’m kind of surprised,” Kyoka says, absentmindedly.
 
“Huh? By what?” Denki wonders.
 
“Well, you don’t turn into a complete idiot after you climax. Part of me
wondered if you did that then, too,” Kyoka says, laughing. “That would be
hilarious, huh?”

Needless to say, Denki’s groan proves he would not find it very hilarious at
all.
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