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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:
      Underage_Sex, Established_Relationship, i_died_ten_times_while_writing
      this, Please_Forgive_me, my_first_porn_attempt
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-30 Words: 6785
****** Summer Holidays ******
by SavvaSaam
Summary
     Class 2-A is having summer holidays. Jirou decides to ask Kaminari
     over, so he would help her with English.
Notes
     So, at this fanfic. Jirou and Kaminari are 16. + 1 year from the
     canon or smth. This is my first time I was writing porn. #ITried
Kaminari was a trifle nervous as he was knocking on the door of his
girlfriend’s apartment. Of course he had been at her room in the dorm they all
lived at during the studying period (though that also didn’t happen really
often), but he had never before visited her real home she grew up in. It seemed
to be a significant step in their relationship, Kaminari couldn’t help biting
at his lip. Besides, he was probably going to meet Kyouka’s parents and that
was terrifying.
Before Kaminari’s thoughts had an opportunity to escalate into even more
serious worry, the door in front of him flung open and he saw Jirou.
“Hi, Denki. Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said while briefly hugging her
boyfriend and then letting him come in. She was dressed in her usual casual
clothes, the same she wore in the dorm, and somehow that calmed Kaminari a
little. Maybe he didn’t have to worry that much. Because of the holidays he and
his girlfriend were seeing each other much rarer and he didn’t want to spoil an
opportunity to spend time with her because of stupid fears.
“Hi, Kyouka,” replied Kaminari and quickly kissed Jirou on the cheek before
entering the apartment. The girl blushed the same way as usual and stepped
back. Even though they had been dating for three months at least, she often
became flustered by the simplest display of affection between them. Kaminari
would lie to himself if he said he didn’t find that incredibly cute. “I like
holidays, but I can’t get used to not seeing you every day.”
“To be honest, same.” Jirou sighed and shook her head. “Not that I miss you or
anything!”
“Sure, babe” said Kaminari with a wide smile. He had already taken his shoes
off and was now looking around the hall. Jirou’s flat seemed to be pretty
spacious and well-decorated, but Kaminari was surprised to not see any shoes
except Kyouka’s boots and trainers near the door. “Where are your parents?”
“Oh, my Dad went fishing to the south with his friends in the morning and Mom
is on the shift in the hospital since yesterday evening, she won’t come until
midnight today,” casually responded Jirou, while walking towards her room,
where Kaminari followed her.
“Oh, does this mean you asked me over because it was so lonely and cold here,
you couldn’t fight the desire to see your boyfriend so he would come and
comfort you, Kyouka-chan?” teased her Kaminari and was smacked by the girl, but
he only snickered in response to that.
“No, idiot. I just needed your help with English and I knew my parents would be
too intrusive if they saw you in person, so I decided to invite you in their
absence. Besides, I was really bored.” Jirou’s face was red, as she was
obviously not telling the whole truth, but Kaminari didn’t need to pressure her
to reply honestly. Instead he decided to observe the girl’s room.
It was really similar to the one she had in the dorm, but looked a bit more
lived-in. There were faded posters on the walls, the furniture was older and
everything looked cozy. The room was decorated in dark colors, but it still
looked really sweet and pleasant to stay in. Kaminari felt a burst of affection
for Jirou, because he suddenly became aware that he was almost surrounded be
her and it took his breath away a bit.
“I like your room. It is so you,” he quietly said.
“Umm, thanks,” awkwardly muttered Jirou. “You can sit on the bed, I’ll look for
my notes.”
Kaminari did as he was told and placed his body on the narrow soft bed, covered
with dark sheets.
“How are your holidays in general?” he decided to start a conversation.
“You are asking as if we don’t chat every day and you don’t know everything,
Denki.”
“I just want to hear your voice for real, babe.” Kaminari turned on his flirty
mode and smiled playfully, but Jirou disregarded him, continuing looking
through her textbooks.
“We saw each other three days ago.”
“Right! I don’t know how I am still alive after such a long period of time
without seeing and hearing you.”
Jirou didn’t reply anyhow and just threw a textbook in Kaminari’s face. He
snickered and opened it, looking throw the pages filled with her messy
handwriting.
“I’m happy there is at least one core subject I don’t suck at. Present Mic is
just so good in explaining. I get everything on his lessons,” said Kaminari and
moved to the side, letting Jirou with some student books sit near him.
“Stop bragging and help me.”
“Yes, babe. What do you need help with?” said Kaminari while nuzzling against
Jirou’s neck, but she quickly pushed him away and handed him some small paper
cards.
“You show me the side with the word in Japanese and I say the translation and
you check it.”
“Alright.”
They spent more than an hour going through all the cards again and again before
Jirou finally remembered all of them. During the session Kaminari decided to
make her task even harder and told her to make sentences with each word which
annoyed his girlfriend, but proved to be useful as the both repeated a lot of
topics. By the end of the study they both were exhausted.
“I can khm… make something to eat. Do you want to?” suggested Jirou and
Kaminari nodded in response. “You can look through my room if you didn’t lie
when you said you liked it.”
“I didn’t. I try lying to you as little as possible,” with tired voice replied
Kaminari and turned his body, so he was lying on the stomach and looking up on
Jirou who was sitting next to him. The girl was observing him for half a minute
and then bent down to place a tender slow kiss on his lips. Kaminari didn’t
move and just closed his eyes, melting into the touch of her soft lips. Jirou
rarely made the first step and he treasured those moments.
“Thank you for helping me,” she said with her face slightly red and breathing
heavily.
“You are welcome, babe,” said Kaminari and caressed the girl’s hand softly
before she stood up and left for the kitchen. Kaminari remained in his position
for a minute more and then lazily got up.
His attention was caught by Jirou’s musical instruments and the boy came closer
to them. There was a guitar and a drums set. He carefully touched them to see
if there was any dust, but the instruments were clean. It seemed like the girl
played them not long ago and it was just right. She couldn’t bring all of her
instruments to school dorm, so she was probably filling up for lost time with
her treasure now. Kaminari thought that it would be nice to ask her to play for
him, she was phenomenally talented.
Kaminari moved over and looked at Jirou’s studying desk which was covered in
papers. Under closer examination the papers proved to be song notes and lyrics.
Although, some of the sheets really contained school materials. Kaminari
couldn’t help respecting Jirou for how she had enough willpower to make herself
study at their summer break, while most of their classmates including Kaminari 
of course were spending days recreating. After such a hectic year they deserved
the rest more than anybody.
Soon his attention drowned from the table to the bookcase. Kaminari was curious
to see what Jirou could read in her free time, since they didn’t have a lot of
it at school. He personally couldn’t remember last time he read some decent
literature. Kaminari looked through the books: there were some adventure
stories that Jirou had probably read when she was at middle school, also books
about different heroes and biographies of musicians.  Suddenly his gaze fell
upon a box full of magazines on the top shelf and he could swear there was one
particular magazine he could die for. If he was right, it was a special edition
of ‘The Sound Designer’ all dedicated to One OK Rock. It came out a year ago
and was all sold out in a few days and Kaminari carelessly missed it.
From his position he could only see one third of the cover, but he couldn’t
have been mistaken. Kaminari looked around searching for a chair to stand on
but there was only a wheeled one. He knew that it probably was a bad idea to
stand on that one, but he was too impatient to look for a better variant.
Kaminari moved the chair close to the bookcase and carefully stepped on it. The
chair’s wheels rolled dangerously on the wooden floor, but Kaminari stopped the
moving while clinging to the shelf. Then he slowly turned his body and inhaled
deeply, getting ready to stretch his arms for the top shelf. He was soon to be
hero, he survived half a dozen villain attacks, he could do this, Kaminari
repeated to himself. He fixed his position, holding closer by his left hand at
the wall of the bookcase and tried carefully take the magazine out of the box.
“What the hell are you doing, Denki?!”
The yelp was so sudden and loud, that it scared Kaminari to no end and before
he could compose himself, he and the heavy box he grabbed on instinct were
falling on the floor. The boy squeaked and shut his eyes getting ready for the
pain from the rapid descend on the firm floor, but instead he collapsed right
over the wheeled chair that turned over with him. Kaminari was too careful to
not let Jirou’s journals scatter over the floor that he didn’t manage to save
himself and painfully hit his head and left elbow. He winced, barely containing
his swearing.
“Denki, are you alright?!” he heard concerned Jirou’s voice and nodded, trying
to stand up. At that moment he suddenly realized that despite all his efforts,
the journals fell out of the box the moment he collapsed and were now half
lying on Kaminari and half – on the floor around. “What the hell were you doing
there?”
“I just wanted to see that number of ‘The Sound Designer’ and-” Kaminari
carefully took one journal from off his chest and he suddenly fell silent when
he realized that the paper edition he was holding was definitely dedicated not
to musicians. On the cover he saw a curvy woman in her early twenties. She was
sitting on an elegant chair completely naked, covering her crotch with her
palm. Her long wavy hair was splattered on her chest, concealing only the
nipples. “Oh.”
Kaminari was so shocked that for a second he even forgot he was in the room
with his girlfriend. He opened the journal in the middle and was met by a high-
resolution shot of one woman sitting on the face of other one. They both had a
lot of tattoos on their bodies but the one who was lying on the sofa had
dreaded brown hair and the other one was blonde, the same girl from the cover.
She looked like she was feeling extremely good and Kaminari gulped nervously,
feeling the blood rushing to his face.
Suddenly a hand plucked the journal out of his grip.
“D-D-Don’t look!!!” Jirou yelled and jumped a few meters away. Kaminari who
finally freed himself from the chair was now sitting on the floor with his legs
crossed and looking down. For a minute there was a silence.
“I’m s-sorry. You said I could look around and then I saw this rare magazine.
It was standing there openly, so I thought I could look through it and… sorry,”
he muttered, still reluctant to look up at his girlfriend. Near his feet lay
one more porn magazine, which also seemed to be about girls. Kaminari shyly
pushed it away.
“It’s okay,” she replied quietly and half-heartedly chuckled. “I’m not mad,
more like embarrassed, hah. I shouldn’t have had things like this in the first
place.”
Kaminari finally had the courage to lift his face and he saw how Jirou was
nervously clutching the journal and looking down with the shame obvious in her
expression. He suddenly felt awful for making her sad and frustrated.
“N-No, you shouldn’t feel bad for having those! Everybody reads or watches
content like this, there is nothing bad about it!” yelped he, hoping that his
words could convince her. Kaminari hurriedly started collecting the journals,
half of which were music themed and half – not really, and putting them back
into the box.
“You only say this to make me feel better,” her voice was quivering and
Kaminari bit his lip trying to come up with a good response.
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m lying. I say completely honestly what I think.
I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself because of something as casual as
porn.” Kaminari noticed how the girl slowly sat on her bed and hid her face in
her hands. Kaminari carefully placed the box on the floor and came closer to
his girlfriend, sitting next to her.
“Hey, I can say it again and again – there is nothing to be ashamed of.
Besides, you have a great taste from what I have seen! I didn’t expect somebody
like you have a collection of such a topic though.” Kaminari tried lightening
the mood by joking and stumbled upon an intense stare. “What’s up, babe?”
“I want to tell you something important,” said Jirou and bit her lip.
“Okay, go on.”
“I… I like girls, too. I like both girls and boys,” Jirou blurted and looked at
Kaminari as if she was searching for signs of disgust or contempt on his face.
But the boy was just blankly batting his eyes.
“W-What? Y-You mean you are bisexual or something?” Kaminari was having trouble
processing her words for a while and tilted his head to the side, observing the
red faced girl.
“Y-Yes,” muttered she and looked down again.
“Oh, so I was right after all?!” yelped Kaminari.
“What?”
“I mean, back when we were not yet dating, I sometimes noticed this thing about
you that your behavior was not the same as other girls’. Like, you were easily
flustered when you saw something sexy with our female classmates. Other girls
didn’t react like you, but you blushed when you saw Momo’s boobs or other girls
dressed in short skirts. So I was not sure if you were just a shy girl
protective of her friends or a lesbian. But then we started dating and I kinda
forgot about this matter. But it seems like I was partly right after all.”
Kaminari smirked and wrapped an arm around Jirou’s shoulders tugging her close
to his chest.
“Was it this obvious?!” murmured Jirou.
“Well, I guess? I haven’t discussed it with others, but I think some other
classmates of ours noticed as well. Maybe Yaoyorozu? For some time I thought
you had a crush on her. I’m happy I was wrong about it.”
“Ghm…”
“Seriously?” Kaminari cried out.
“It is all in the past! Chill down,” reassured him Jirou and hugged her
boyfriend who was about to stand up.
“Thanks God, I don’t think I could compete against this lady,” answered
Kaminari with relief.
“Don’t underestimate yourself, I chose you after all,” said Jirou calmly and
pressed a kiss on Kaminari’s cheek who was turning away from her. The girl
laughed and climbed on his lap, so he couldn’t escape her lips even if he
tried.
After some fidgeting Kaminari eventually surrendered and let his laughing
girlfriend kiss him on the lips. As his closed his eyes, his hands found their
place on Jirou’s waist who was still sitting on him. Kaminari’s back was
comfortably pressed against the wall and soon he lost himself in the feeling of
the soft body close to his.
Jirou was the first to slowly open her mouth and even though it was definitely
not the first time they practiced French kissing, Kaminari trembled. Lightly
but sensually smashing her soft lips, he licked the inside of her mouth.
Kaminari adored how soft and warm she was there, how she shuddered when he
moved his tongue behind her teeth or tickled the palate of her mouth.
For some time Jirou let her boyfriend lead and melted under his touch, but soon
she responded by sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting at it. She
perfectly knew that it was the move Kaminari especially liked but she didn’t
expect to hear a soft moan from him.
For a moment both of them froze. Kaminari was embarrassed by the sound he let
out and was reluctant to move forward and Jirou was a bit scared as well.
Eventually she bit at his lip and let her hands slip around the boy’s neck,
while leaning even on more on his body.
Of course they hugged a lot, they were dating after all, but Kaminari knew
there was something much more sensual about the way her breasts were pressed
against his chest than usual. Yes, they weren’t big, he knew she felt insecure
about it, but God, he loved this feeling and he would beat the shit out of
anybody who said she was a flatchest or something rude like this.
As they continued kissing, Kaminari decided to carefully try the water and let
his fingers slip under Jirou’s T-shirt, caressing the soft skin. Her lower back
was hot and Kaminari started slowly trace the bones of her spine sometimes
moving to the sides. In response he felt how Jirou’s short nails scratched his
neck and that was the end of him.
Kaminari would like it to be the other way, but he had to admit that all this
kissing, touching and the way Jirou was  sitting right on his groin was
gradually making him hard. He tried to calm himself down but deep down he knew
it was to no avail. Jirou was soon to notice his state and he didn’t really
know what to do.
As the boy was slowly growing bolder with the movement of his hands, Jirou
didn’t seem to mind. Instead she rocked her hips and grasped the hair on
Kaminari’s scalp tugging it, which dragged yet another moan out of him.
Kaminari was a trifle surprised with her actions, but it really looked like a
permission to go on, so he changed the position of his hands, placing them on
the girl’s ass. As his fingers dug into the cheeks, firmer than a simple stroke
but not enough to be painful, Kaminari pressed his girlfriend closer to
himself. His dick couldn’t help twitching when Kaminari heard a moan muffled
into his mouth.
At this point his erection was for sure no longer a secret and something needed
to be done about it. Kaminari was a gentleman and he wouldn’t pressure his
girlfriend into something she didn’t want to do, but her active response so far
made him hope for some continuation of their fun. Kaminari tore their kiss
apart and looked up at Jirou who was flustered and breathing heavily.
“Hey, Kyouka. I’m not sure if you have noticed, but I…” he lowered his gaze on
his groin.
“I’ve noticed,” replied Jirou and turned her face away, blushing even deeper.
“Khm, good. If we stay in this position, I think that eventually I will
embarrass myself even more, so… do you want me to g-go to the bathroom for some
time or…” Kaminari’s face was lightened by a crooked awkward smile.
“S-Stay. Please,” Jirou’s voice trembled, but it was not scared, more like
nervous, thought at the same time aroused.
He felt excitement forming in his belly. That couldn’t be true. Or could it?
“Are you sure?” Kaminari looked her right in the eyes and traced the skin of
her stomach with his palm. Jirou sucked in a breath and nodded. “If you feel
uncomfortable, just tell me.”
“Thanks. And shut up already,” with this words Jirou took her T-shirt by the
hem and quickly took it off. She had a simple yellow bra on her and Kaminari
thought that his heart skipped a beat. That was the first time he saw Jirou in
her underwear and she was gorgeous. He inhaled loudly and gulped, trying to
compose himself. The boy desperately wanted to look cool in front of her, not
like some lame teenager virgin he was, so he did his best to come up with a
proper response.
“Nice color. Didn’t know you liked it,” said he with a wide, but quivering
smirk, and before Jirou could anyhow manifest her annoyance, Kaminari bent
forward and placed a kiss on the skin right over the hem of her bra. Jirou
sucked in a breath and by reflex lifted her body a few centimeters higher, so
that her chest was in front of Kaminari’s face, and placed her hands on the
boy’s neck. Kaminari made an assumption that his girlfriend liked what he had
been doing, so he gulped again and reluctantly kissed the hot skin of the girl
right over her heart while placing his palms back on her ass. Jirou let out a
quiet moan while tugging the hair of her boyfriend and her voice was so soft,
that Kaminari couldn’t fight his desire to strongly suck in the skin over the
hem of Jirou’s bra. The girl yelped out of surprise and looked down, where her
skin was now brightly red.
“What the hell, Denki?”
“Just a little mark for you to remind of me,” said Kaminari and placed a gentle
kiss on the abused skin. Jirou still looked annoyed, but Kaminari knew it
wasn’t serious, so he tried his luck and made a long lick right over the hem of
the girl’s bra, still looking up in her face. Jirou opened her mouth in
disbelief and then abruptly shut it. He didn’t fuck up now, did he?
“Don’t look at me like this! And why am I the only one undressing here?! Take
this stupid shirt of yours off!”
No, he didn’t.
“With pleasure, Kyouka,” replied Kaminari and quickly tug his sleeveless shirt
over his head, throwing him on the other side of the bed.
Jirou bit her lip and attentively observed her boyfriend’s now naked upper
body. His chest was moving up and down as the boy was breathing heavily and
intensively watching her in the eyes. Kaminari wasn’t as buff as many of her
male classmates because his quirk was not based on bare physical strength, but
still he had some good muscles and Jirou once said she liked them. She placed
her hand on the boy’s chest and stroked the tensed flesh before firmly
scratching the muscles with her nails in revenge. This move left long red
stripes after it and Jirou smiled contentedly. As she lifted her gaze on
Kaminari’s face, she noticed how he was blushing red. His heart was beating
like crazy and his dick was harder than it had ever been.
Before Jirou was able to draw back, scared by her own boldness, Kaminari hooked
an arm around the girl’s neck and drag her down, smashing their lips together.
For a moment Jirou was lost, and Kaminari started boldly moving his tongue in
the girl’s mouth. At the same time his hands found their place on Jirou’s back,
stroking the skin which tightly covered her ribs and spine. Kaminari didn’t
want to scare her, but God, that was too much for his poor virgin self-control.
But surprisingly, after a few moments Jirou melted into the harsh movement of
her boyfriend’s hands on her back and let out one more pleased noise. Kaminari
felt how her hands slid down and the girl started caressing the muscles of his
chest. He couldn’t say the movement itself was pleasant, but the fact that
Jirou liked how he looked and wanted to touch him, was driving him crazy. Was
he dreaming? It was too good even for a dream.
Kaminari was scared, but it was now or never. He let one of his hands move
higher on Jirou’s back and stop on the clasp of her bra. The boy wanted to take
it off her as well, but he was reluctant to do so without her permission. Right
when he was about to end their kiss to ask if he was allowed to take that piece
of clothing off, he felt how Jirou rocked her hips against his groin again and
Kaminari was pretty sure this was an encouragement. Hence he bit her lip and
unbuckled the clasp of the bra, letting it slide down Jirou’s arms.
They were still kissing, eyes clothed, so Kaminari’s fingers carefully grabbed
the straps of the bra and led them down. Jirou helped Kaminari to undress her
and a few seconds later the bra was thrown on the other side of the bed.
Kaminari’s heart was beating like it wanted to jump out of his chest, as he
thought that his girlfriend was sitting on him and there was a plain nothing
concealing her upper body. At the same time his dick was honestly about to
burst from his arousal, but Kaminari screwed up his eyes. He didn’t want to
ruin everything now, because he couldn’t control himself.
More than anything, Kaminari now wanted to see the thing he dreamt of for
months.
Slowly he moved away from Jirou, tearing their kiss apart. Both of them were
breathing heavily and when Kaminari opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon Jirou’s
flustered face who was looking away covering her mouth with her hand. But he
couldn’t fight the desire to look down and so he did.
Kaminari gasped and bit his lip. Had it really happened and he was looking at a
girl’s boobs, his girlfriend’s boobs? They were not very big, maybe a bit
smaller than B size, he wasn’t an expert, and her nipples were hard. Jirou’s
skin was almost white and it made the hickey stand out even more.
“I think I am in heaven,” Kaminari wanted to think it, but accidentally said it
out loud. Jirou abruptly turned to him and froze, mouth agape.
“W-What? D-Do you like them?” she stammered and flushed even deeper, as if it
was possible.
“Kyouka, these are the most beautiful boobs I have ever seen.” Kaminari
immediately regretted his wording as Jirou smacked his head, but as he heard
her chuckling, he knew his mistake wasn’t too serious. Jirou knew her boyfriend
was a dork and she loved him anyway.
“Denki you are such a hopeless pervert.”
“You are not much better than me.”
Jirou wanted to answer him some way, but grew silent, when Kaminari’s hands
slid from her back to the sides of her chest. The boy inhaled deeply and
carefully stroked the tender skin of the underside of her breats with his
thumbs. He glanced up and noticed that Jirou shut her eyes tightly and leaned
forward, supporting her body with her hand pressed against the wall. It seemed
like she either was too flustered to look at him or wanted to feel his touch
and remember it.
Never in his life Kaminari was as nervous as at that moment. He survived half a
dozen villain encounters and still it wasn’t as serious as now, when he was
touching his girlfriend’s chest first time in his life. If he fucked up, it
would be the death of him. If he had a heart attack, it would also be the death
of him, but it would be a good death.
Kaminari made a deep inhale and gently cupped her breasts which made Jirou
exhale deeply. Her flesh was soft and warm, resilient under his touch when he
squeezed them. Reluctantly he moved his thumbs up and down, caressing the hot
skin a few times before touching Jirou’s nipples.
He kind of knew everything would be alright, so far Jirou hadn’t shown any
signs of discontentment with his actions, but it didn’t prevent him from
shutting his eyes scared. But instead he felt how Jirou’s nails dug into his
shoulder and a soft moan escaped her lips. Fighting his own anxiety, Kaminari
continued and carefully circled her nipples with his thumbs. The skin there was
softer than he could have ever imagined, the sensation almost made him ascend.
Growing bolder, Kaminari took the nubs of her nipples between his fingers and
gently squeezed them, which made Jirou let out yet another soft moan. But the
worst thing was when Jirou once again rocked her hips against Kaminari’s groin,
rubbing against his extremely hard dick. Startled by the sudden pleasant
feeling, Kaminari shuddered and threw his head back with a low grunt.
Unfortunately, he forgot that all this time he was sitting against the wall and
now his nape painfully hit the stone wall. He yelped and swore under his
breath. At the same time, Jirou was barely containing her laughter.
“Oh my God,” Kaminari muttered, rubbing the nape of his head and groaning from
the sudden pain while Jirou was shamelessly snickering. “I am in pain and you
are laughing, how cruel of you, Kyouka! Will you laugh on my funeral as well?”
“I am so sure that you will die the stupidest way existing and I will laugh my
ass out when you will be being buried, that I think you are right. But right
now I would recommend you to take a pillow and just place it behind your back.”
She smiled and bent over to the side of her bed where her pillow lied. She
grabbed it and placed behind Kaminari’s rear in vertical position, so that his
spine and neck didn’t touch the wall at all. Then she moved back and smiled
again, tenderly stroking Kaminari’s cheek. “Does it still hurt?”
“No, not anymore,” replied Kaminari and hugged her without a second thought.
Even if Jirou made fun of him, she did this because she was honest with him and
wanted them both to be cheerful people, not to make him feel bad. And in the
end, she cared about him more than anybody.
Jirou placed a hand on Kaminari’s head and shuffled his hair. As she was seated
on her boyfriend, she was placed higher than him and his face was on the level
of her neck and Kaminari couldn’t fight the desire to take advantage of his
position.  He started gently kissing all over Jirou’s neck, being careful to
not leave any marks. Her breasts that were pressed against Kaminari’s upper
chest were incredibly soft and warm, he wanted to melt into this sensation. He
never knew that other person’s body could not only look, but feel so pleasant.
Jirou over him was breathing heavily and her heart was beating so fast, it was
ready to explode.
Kaminari noticed that a hand that was placed on his head changed its position
and started to slowly slide down. It lingered on his face, neck and then fell
on his chest. Jirou also seemed to move a bit, so that her ass was now on
Kaminari’s lap and not groin. Kaminari wondered what was she up to and moved
away from her neck with an intention to ask a question, but couldn’t say a
single word. The way Jirou was looking him in the eyes made him only gulp.
Jirou looked nervous and she was slightly quivering, but her eyes were full of
determination. She had already decided to do whatever had come to her mind and
Kaminari lost himself in the display of her volition.
She leaned forward and took the lobe of his ear between her teeth. Kaminari let
out a soft noise and squeezed Jirou’s ass. Meanwhile, Jirou’s hand was already
on his abdomen and her fingers found their place on the hem of Kaminari’s
pants. The boy sucked in a breath. He felt like electricity was running through
his veins from the sole thought of what could be follow next. Was it really
happening?
Jirou’s thin fingers reluctantly slipped under the elastic of Kaminari’s pants
and he gasped. He had already had a painful erection for some time but he
couldn’t even dream of his girlfriend helping him with it. That was so
unrealistic, so unbelievable. But yet, now he was clearly feeling, how Jirou’s
palm was lightly stroking his length through the cloth of his boxers. And at
the same time her tongue was toying with the sensitive flesh of the lobe of his
ear. Kaminari tightly shut his eyes and bit the side of his palm, trying to not
let out a shameless moan at these sensations. It was not at all similar to the
feeling of his own palm when he jerked off. It was ten times more pleasant,
even though it was still through the barrier of his underwear.
After a minute or so, it seemed like Jirou braced herself enough to go to the
next stage as she made a deep inhale before hooking the material of Kaminari’s
already a bit wet from the precum boxers and moving them down. His pants also
slid down and Kaminari shivered at the contrast of chilly air and hot hand on
the skin of his dick. It felt so good he thought he would die.
Yet, Kaminari couldn’t help feeling bad for being the only one experiencing
that pleasure. He wanted his girlfriend to also feel good. He was not the type
of man who only thought of himself, that wasn’t right.
As Kaminari’s fingers started to caress Jirou’s inner thigh, the girl suddenly
stopped her movements. She nervously gulped and Kaminari heard it clearly due
to her face being right next to his ear.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked quietly with a concern in his voice. There
wasn’t a response for a few moments.
“C-Can you… not touch me there, please?” Jirou’s voice was trembling, which
made Kaminari fidget in concern.
“Why? Have I done something wrong?”
“No, it’s just… I don’t think I’m ready for this yet. We can try this another
time, but not today,” she said, hiding her face in the crook of Kaminari’s
neck.
“Should we stop? Is there anything else you don’t like, Kyouka? Making you feel
bad is the last thing I want to do,” said Kaminari placing his hand on Jirou’s
tense back and stroking it with an intention to calm her.
“Emm, I don’t know. Just… don’t touch me down there, I’m not sure how I feel
about it yet, okay?” quietly said Jirou.
“Whatever you are comfortable with, honey,” replied Kaminari and bent to kiss
Jirou on the cheek. He was a little uneasy after this talk, but at least Jirou
told him about her wishes and didn’t keep them to herself because of anxiety or
embarrassment. He was completely honest when he told her that the last thing he
wanted was to make her uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” she said barely audible and tenderly kissed him on the lips.
Kaminari responded and tug her closer to his chest. His arms were wrapped
around her lower back, holding her gently.
Jirou’s hand which previously changed its position to rest on Kaminari’s
abdomen, returned to its original place on Kaminari’s groin. The girl awkwardly
wrapped her fingers around his dick and made an experimental move up and down.
Kaminari shuddered and bit his lip at the sensation.
“It seems like you are having a good time there, but what the hell is this
liquid?”
As Kaminari’s burst of pleasure was interrupted, he looked down on Jirou’s palm
on his dick.
“What?” he said, tilting his head to the side. Everything looked normal.
“This transparent shit? Are you alright?” Jirou touched the head of his dick
and looked at the finger with a confused look. Kaminari didn’t know if he was
to laugh or to go and think about his life for a few hours on the roof of the
nearest skyscraper.
“This is… normal. It is called a p-precum.” It was so awkward, Kaminari didn’t
know where to hide himself. “It comes out if you are aroused, eghm.” Jirou’s
brow jumped up and she hummed.
“Emm, alright then.”Jirou brushed her thumb against the head of his dick one
more time, smearing precum against the skin. Kaminari grunted and made a deep
inhale. The sensations were so sharp and pleasant, it made him suck in a
breath. Jirou tried slowly moving her hand up and down with a very complicated
look on her face. Kaminari would find it amusing if he didn’t think like we
would explode from all the sensations he was experiencing then right away. “Do
I do it right?”
“Y-You can grip a little tighter. And then just go on with the same m-”
Kaminari didn’t finish the sentence as Jirou almost dug her fingers in his
length. “Oh my God! I said a little! Don’t break my dick!”
“Oh, sorry!” yelped Jirou and jerked her hand back. “Wait, have you just told
me to not break your dick?” She was shamelessly snickering, covering her mouth
with her other hand.
“Yes, I have! I like my dick and I would prefer it in one piece.” This whole
situation was becoming more ridiculous with every minute, but Kaminari thought
that he probably should have expected something like this for their first time.
“Alright, alright, I’ll try!” apologized Jirou and kissed him while once again
wrapping her hand around his dick, this time much softer. She moved the skin
gently up and down and now it was ideal. Kaminari wanted to shut his mouth but
instead a loud moan left his lips. His girlfriend’s palm was so warm and soft,
like silk. It was nothing similar to the sensation he was used to in years.
Kaminari covered his eyes with his arm and melted into the feeling. Jirou’s
hand was going on a good pace, gradually growing faster and it made him see
sparkles in the darkness. His stomach felt hot inside, his whole body was hot
and his ears were being filled with white noise. Jirou’s mouth found his once
again and Kaminari completely lost himself in the mess of tongues they became.
The hand on his dick, the body of Jirou pressed so close to his, the atmosphere
itself. He thought he was losing his mind from how good everything felt.
Kaminari didn’t know how much time had passed before he realized he was on the
edge. He didn’t even manage to say anything before he realized he was coming.
Jirou’s hand was still on his dick, so he fumbled to grab her wrist and move it
away before it became painful.
Jirou yelped something, but Kaminari couldn’t quite tell what it was,
overwhelmed by the sensations of his orgasm. It felt like he was a cartoon
character who had just been hit by something heavy and was now seeing stars
floating in circles around his head. His breath was as heavy as if he had just
run ten kilometers and his come was dirtying his abdomen. Kaminari blinked a
few times before meeting eyes with Jirou.
“Are you alright? Have I done something wrong?” she asked with a concerned
expression, but Kaminari only shook his head tiredly.
“No, it was awesome, babe. I love you so much,” Kaminari exhaled and pressed
the nape of his head against the cold wall. He still felt hot, but now his body
was slowly cooling. Jirou sat next to him and placed her head on his shoulder.
Now Kaminari noticed that she was also breathing heavily.
“I love you too, Denki. Though it sounded a bit stupid from you at such a
state.” She chucked and Kaminari thought that this was the most adorable thing
to happen in this whole day.
“I think I should go clean myself now,” he said and rubbed his head shyly.
“Yeah, you should,” Kaminari was just about to awkwardly stand up, he felt a
tug on his arm and turned to face Jirou. Her expression was playful but at the
same time serious. “What?”
“If you fucking dare to tell anything of what has happened here to Mineta, I
will ask Mina to slowly burn your whole body in axid, do you understand me?”
her face was dreadful and Kaminari gulped nervously.
“I n-never planned to-“
“I am clarifying just in case. Now go.” She smiled and Kaminari left the room
with a thought that he was dating a devil. He loved this devil though.
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