Denki's dick stiffened more the moment Tsuyu whispered "Touch me more," her voice low and breathy, thick with the same need he'd heard last night.
The sound alone sent a fresh rush of blood straight to his groin, his cock straining hard against the thin fabric of his sleep shorts, the head already leaking a damp spot.
He kissed her deeper this time, tongues sliding together in slow, wet strokes. Her lips soft and plush, yielding under his as he tilted her head back for better access. One of her hands gripped the front of his shirt, knuckles brushing his chest, while the other slid around to the small of his back, pulling him tighter.
His hands moved on instinct, sliding down from her face to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass through the baggy shirt. The soft cotton bunched under his palms as he squeezed, fingers sinking into the full, warm flesh. It gave perfectly under his grip: plump, round, and so fucking soft he groaned into her mouth.
Tsuyu arched into the touch, pressing her breasts harder against his chest, nipples stiff and dragging over his shirt with every breath. A tiny whimper escaped her, vibrating against his lips and making his cock throb painfully.
The sound lit him up.
He squeezed harder, spreading her cheeks slightly, thumbs pressing into the crease where thigh met ass. She moaned softly into the kiss, hips rocking forward once, grinding her core against the hard ridge of him.
Denki's hand slid lower still, slipping between her thighs from behind. Heat radiated off her immediately—hot, wet and inviting. His fingers brushed the crotch of her already soaked panties. The fabric clung to her swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve, slickness seeping into his fingertips as he traced the seam slowly.
She was drenched.He rubbed along the fabric, pressing just enough to feel the puffy outline of her folds, the hard little nub of her clit standing out under the cotton. Every pass made her thighs tremble, her breath hitching in short, shallow pants against his mouth. Wetness coated his fingers through the material—he could feel how slippery she was, how ready.
Tsuyu broke the kiss, lips trailing hot and open down the side of his neck. She kissed slow, deliberate—tongue flicking out to taste his skin, teeth grazing his collarbone lightly. A soft "mhmm…" slipped out between kisses, muffled against his throat as she sucked gently at the pulse point, making his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
Denki groaned, head tipping back for a second before he focused again. His fingers hooked the edge of her panties, pushing the soaked cotton aside. Cool air hit her exposed pussy for half a heartbeat before his hand covered it again.
She was burning hot—slick folds swollen and slippery, clit throbbing under his touch. He rubbed slow circles over it first, feeling the little bud pulse against his fingertips, then slid lower, tracing her entrance. Two fingers slipped inside easily, her walls hot and tight, fluttering around him as he pushed in knuckle-deep.
Tsuyu gasped against his neck, hips bucking forward to take him deeper.
"Denki—yes—" Her voice cracked, breathy and desperate. She clenched around his fingers, slick gushing out to coat his hand as he curled them, stroking that sensitive spot inside her.
He pumped slowly at first—long, deliberate strokes—then faster, thumb circling her clit in time. Wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen every time his fingers plunged back in. Her thighs shook, knees threatening to buckle, but she held onto him tighter, nails digging into his back.
Her moans grew louder, soft at first, then breathier, higher muffled against his shoulder as she kissed and sucked at his skin, leaving little wet marks.
Denki's cock throbbed painfully, trapped between them, leaking steadily against her stomach. He couldn't think, couldn't stop, just kept fingering her deeper, harder, chasing the way her pussy clenched and fluttered around him like it never wanted to let go.
Denki broke the kiss with a low groan, his lips swollen and shiny. Without a word, he hooked his hands under Tsuyu's thighs and lifted her in one smooth motion. She was light, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried her the two steps to the counter.
He set her down on the edge, the cool granite making her gasp softly against his neck. Her baggy shirt rode up instantly, exposing the soaked cotton of her panties clinging to her swollen pussy lips. Denki stepped between her spread thighs, hands sliding up her legs to push the shirt higher, bunching it around her waist.
Tsuyu leaned back on her palms, chest heaving, nipples hard through the thin fabric. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he dropped to his knees between her legs.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down slowly. The soaked cotton peeled away from her folds with a soft, wet sound, strings of slick stretching and snapping. Her pussy was glistening—lips puffy, clit swollen and peeking out, slick dripping down to the counter beneath her.
Denki groaned at the sight, the musky-sweet scent of her arousal hitting him hard. He leaned in, breath ghosting over her sensitive skin before he dragged his tongue flat up her slit in one long, slow stroke.
Tsuyu's hips jerked, a sharp "ribbit—!" escaping her.
(AN: didn't wanna type 'ribbit' but just did it for the culture lmao)
The taste exploded on his tongue—salty-sweet, warm and addictive. He did it again, slower this time, savoring the way her thighs trembled around his head.
He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing her fully, then sealed his mouth over her clit. He sucked gently at first—lips soft, tongue flicking fast little circles around the hard nub. Tsuyu's hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the blond strands as her back arched.
"Denki—yes—there—" Her voice cracked, breathy and desperate.
He hummed against her, the vibration making her thighs clamp tighter around his ears. He licked lower, tongue dipping into her entrance, pushing inside to taste the slick heat before sliding back up to circle her clit again. He alternated—sucking the swollen bud, then flattening his tongue for broad, wet strokes, then flicking the tip fast and relentless.
Her moans grew louder and unrestrained now, high and needy, echoing off the kitchen walls. "Oh—fuck—damn—don't stop—your mouth—so good—" Her hips rocked against his face, grinding her pussy harder against his tongue, slick coating his chin and dripping down his neck.
Denki gripped her thighs harder, holding her open as he ate her out like he was starving. He sucked her clit deep, tongue lashing over it in quick, tight circles while two fingers slid inside her—curling immediately to stroke that spongy spot inside. Her walls clenched around him, fluttering wildly as her moans turned into broken cries.
"Denki—gonna—cumming—!"
She came hard—body seizing, thighs shaking violently around his head, pussy spasming in hot, rhythmic pulses around his fingers. A gush of slick flooded his mouth, coating his tongue and chin as she cried out loud and unrestrained, voice cracking on his name. Her nails dug into his scalp, hips bucking uncontrollably while wave after wave rolled through her.
Denki kept licking her through it, gentler now, soft laps to draw out every tremor until her thighs finally loosened and she slumped back against the counter, panting, chest heaving.
He pulled back slowly, lips and chin shiny with her release, eyes dark with hunger. Tsuyu looked completely wrecked—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, baggy shirt clinging to her sweat-damp skin, nipples still hard peaks under the fabric.
Then—Footsteps. Coming down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Both of them froze.
Denki's heart slammed into his ribs. Tsuyu's eyes widened slightly, pupils still blown, but awareness creeping back in.
Someone was coming.
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Tsuyu's body was still trembling from the orgasm, thighs quaking around Denki's head, slick coating his chin and dripping in slow, warm trails down his neck. Her pussy fluttered with aftershocks, soft little clenches that made him groan quietly against her folds.
Then—footsteps.
Tsuyu's eyes snapped wide. In a flash of instinct, she ducked down—sliding off the counter edge and crouching behind it, knees to her chest, baggy shirt falling to cover her thighs again.
She steadied herself with one hand on the cabinet door, breathing hard but silent, cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.
Denki's heart slammed into his ribs so hard he thought it might crack them. He straightened up fast, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to look casual as he leaned his forearms on the counter—right where Tsuyu had been sitting seconds ago.
His cock was painfully hard, tenting his shorts obscenely, pre-cum soaking through the front in a dark patch. The thought of being caught especially by Mineta, who'd already been sniffing around for sex evidence sent a twisted spike of fear and excitement straight to his groin.
His pulse thundered in his ears, cock twitching harder at the danger.
Mineta shuffled in, rubbing one eye with his tiny fist, grape-head bobbing sleepily. He just yawned wide and headed straight for the fridge on the opposite side of the counter island, completely oblivious.
"Ugh… had to pee," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "But I swear I heard… something. Like moaning? Or… wet sounds?"
Denki forced a laugh that came out way too high. "Nah, man. You're trippin'. I've been the only one in here for like… five minutes. Probably just the pipes or someone snoring down the hall."
Mineta grunted, pulling out a carton of milk and chugging straight from it. "Whatever. I'm telling you, someone's banging in this dorm. I'm not crazy."
Denki gripped the counter edge tighter, knuckles white. Under the counter, hidden from Mineta's view, Tsuyu shifted closer on her knees. Her hands slid up the backs of his thighs slowly, teasing as her fingertips dragged over the sensitive skin before hooking into the waistband of his shorts and boxers.
She tugged them down in one smooth pull.
Denki's cock sprang free, thick and flushed, veins standing out, head glistening with pre-cum. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.
Her breath ghosted hot over the sensitive skin of his shaft first—warm little puffs that made him twitch violently. Then her small hand wrapped around the base—fingers cool at first, then warming fast as she squeezed gently, feeling how thick and hard he was.
She gave one slow, deliberate stroke upward, thumb swiping over the slit to collect the bead of pre-cum, spreading it down the length in a slick glide.
Denki bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper. His hips wanted to jerk forward, but he forced himself still, elbows locked on the counter, face carefully neutral while Mineta rambled on about Monoma being a prick.
Tsuyu leaned in.
She parted her lips and let a thin, glistening string of spit drip from her tongue onto the head of his cock. It landed warm and wet, sliding slowly down the shaft in a lazy trail before her hand caught it—spreading the slickness with another long, twisting stroke. The sudden wet heat, the soft sound of her saliva mixing with his pre-cum, the way her palm glided smoother now—it was torture.
Pure, exquisite torture.
She pumped him slowly at first,her grip firm but not too tight, thumb circling the sensitive underside on every upstroke. Each pass made his balls draw up tighter, the tension coiling low and dangerous. Denki's thighs trembled; he shifted his weight, trying to look like he was just leaning casually while his body screamed for more.
Then her mouth was on him.
She took the head between her lips first, sucking gently while her tongue flicked over the slit, tasting the salty mix of spit and pre-cum. A quiet, muffled hum vibrated around him as she sank lower, inch by inch, cheeks hollowing on the slow pull back. The wet heat enveloped him completely—her tongue flat and pressing along the underside, curling slightly to drag over every vein.
Denki's knuckles went white on the counter edge. He forced a laugh at something Mineta said—too loud, too strained—but Mineta didn't seem to notice, still yawning through his complaints.
"…and then Monoma poured that coffee on you today? Dude's such a prick. Always talking shit about Class 1-A like he's hot stuff. I swear, if he pulls that again tomorrow, I'm gonna—"
"Mhm," Denki managed, voice strained. "Yeah. Total asshole."
Tsuyu took him deeper.
Her throat relaxed, opening for him as she pushed forward until her nose brushed his pelvis. His entire length disappeared into her mouth—hot, tight, slick walls fluttering around him.
She held there for a heartbeat, swallowing once, twice, the rhythmic squeeze milking him mercilessly. Then she pulled back slow, her tongue rippling along the shaft before plunging down again, faster this time.
The wet, sloppy sounds were barely audible under the counter, but to Denki they were deafening—obscene little glucks and slurps every time she deepthroated him. Her long tongue extended impossibly, wrapping around the base even as her lips sealed tight at the root, stroking him from the inside out.
One hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind while the other braced on his thigh for leverage.
Pleasure and terror crashed together in a dizzying wave. Every second stretched into eternity—Mineta could just walk to him at any moment, could hear the faint wet noises, could smell the sex in the air.
The risk made everything sharper: the heat of her mouth, the tight suction, the way her throat fluttered when she swallowed around him, the vibration of her soft hums against his cock.
Denki tiptoed, heels lifting off the tile, hips jerking forward in tiny, helpless thrusts he couldn't fully control. His breathing came in short, ragged bursts through his nose—face flushed, sweat beading at his temples. He answered Mineta with grunts and half-words, voice cracking on the edges.
Mineta finally yawned again, loud and dramatic. "Anyway… night, dude. Don't stay up too late jerking it or whatever."
"Night," Denki choked out, the word barely making it past his clenched teeth.
The second Mineta's footsteps shuffled away down the hall, Denki's control shattered.
Tsuyu felt the sudden swell, the way his cock pulsed thicker against her tongue. She took him deep one last time—throat relaxing fully, nose pressed to his pelvis and swallowed around him rhythmically.
Denki came with a silent, shuddering groan, his vision whiting out as thick ropes shot straight down her throat. She milked him through every pulse, tongue stroking softly, swallowing every drop until he was empty and twitching.
When she finally pulled off, her lips dragging along the length one last time, she licked him clean with a soft, satisfied hum. Denki panted against the counter, legs shaking, heart still racing from the near-miss.
Tsuyu rose slowly from under the counter, lips shiny, eyes dark and gleaming with mischief and lingering lust. "Why do I feel so good when I'm sucking your dick?"
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