Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12244155. 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. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!