Denki fumbled with the doorknob to his room, heart still hammering from the kitchen close call.
The second the lock clicked, Tsuyu was on him, mouth crashing into his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Her baggy shirt bunched between them as she pressed her whole body flush against his, nipples hard and dragging over his chest through the thin fabric.
The walk from the kitchen had been torture. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant door shutting, had made his pulse spike. Tsuyu's hand in his had felt electric, her fingers squeezing tighter whenever she thought a shadow moved in the hall.
Tsuyu had almost forgotten her soaked panties on the kitchen floor; Denki had yanked her up and out before she could bend down for them.
The fear of being seen, her sneaking through the boys' wing, hair messy, lips shiny, no panties under that baggy shirt had kept him hard the entire way, even after cumming down her throat. The adrenaline rush, the constant paranoia of footsteps behind them, had been almost as intense as her tongue wrapped around him under the counter.
Now, inside his room, the string lights were still on from earlier, casting a soft golden glow over the messy bed, posters on the walls, and scattered charging cables. No stumbling, no tripping, just straight to each other.
They kissed like they were starving.
Tongues sliding deep, wet, and messy, breaths mingling in hot little pants. Denki's hands roamed everywhere, sliding under her shirt to palm her ass, squeezing the soft cheeks, then up her back to yank the fabric over her head.
It hit the floor with a soft thud.
Tsuyu's breasts bounced free—perky, round, nipples stiff from the cool air and lingering arousal. She tugged at his shirt next, pulling it off in one impatient motion, then shoved his shorts and boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang up, already hardening again, thick and flushed, the head slick with fresh pre-cum.
Denki groaned at the sight, hands immediately cupping them, thumbs brushing the hard peaks before he bent down and took one into his mouth.
He sucked hard, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling slow circles around the sensitive bud before flicking fast over the tip. The taste of her skin hit him—clean, faintly sweet, and warm with a light sheen of sweat. He pulled the nipple deeper, cheeks hollowing, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
His other hand kneaded the second breast, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, then soothing with broad, wet rubs.
Tsuyu moaned softly into his ear—high, breathy, broken little moans that vibrated against his skin.
"Denki… yes… like that… harder…"
Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close while her back arched, pushing her tits further into his mouth. Every pull of his lips, every flick of his tongue, sent tiny shivers through her. Her thighs squeezed together, slick gathering between them, dripping slowly down her inner thighs.
He switched sides—sucking the other nipple deep, tongue lashing over it in quick, relentless circles while his hand squeezed and massaged the first. Spit trailed down the curves of her breasts, making them shine in the low light.
He buried his face between them for a second, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her skin mixed with arousal, then went back to worshipping—licking broad, slow stripes across the undersides, nipping gently at the soft flesh, sucking until both nipples were swollen, darker, and hypersensitive.
Tsuyu's moans grew louder, muffled against his shoulder as she clung to him.
Denki pulled off with a wet pop, lips red and shiny. He looked down—her pussy was drenched, lips puffy and glistening, clit swollen and peeking out, inner thighs slick with her arousal. The fear, the risk, the quirk—it had her soaked, dripping onto his sheets in slow, sticky trails.
"Fuck, Tsu… You're dripping," he rasped, voice wrecked.
He pushed her gently back onto the bed, climbing over her. She spread her legs wide, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress. Denki hovered over her in missionary, cock buried deep, the first slow thrust pulling a long, shaky breath from both of them.
Tsuyu's walls were scorching hot and slick, fluttering around his length like they were trying to memorize every ridge, every vein. He felt the way she stretched to take him—tight, perfect, the wet heat gripping him so snugly that each pull-back dragged delicious friction along his shaft.
He started slow—long, deliberate strokes, pulling out almost to the tip before sinking back in, hips rolling deep until his pelvis ground against her clit. The contact made her gasp every time, a soft, breathy "mhmm—" slipping out as her thighs trembled around his waist. Her heels dug into his lower back, urging him deeper, nails raking lightly down his shoulders.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin—slow at first, then building. Each thrust pushed a little more slick out around his cock, coating his balls and dripping onto the sheets in warm, sticky trails.
Tsuyu's pussy clenched harder with every deep grind, fluttering wildly when he angled just right to drag the head over that spongy spot inside her.
He leaned down, kissing her messy and open-mouthed—tongues sliding together, tasting the faint salt of sweat on her lips. Her moans vibrated into his mouth, soft and needy, growing higher with every thrust.
"Denki… deeper… please…" she whispered against him, voice cracking on the edges.
He obliged, hips snapping harder now, faster, each stroke driving him to the hilt. The bed creaked under them, the headboard tapping the wall in time with his rhythm. Tsuyu's breasts bounced with every impact, nipples stiff and brushing his chest, sending little jolts through both of them.
He could feel her heartbeat racing against his own, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants between kisses.
One hand slid between them, thumb finding her swollen clit—rubbing tight, fast circles while he kept thrusting deep. The added stimulation made her whole body jolt—pussy clamping down hard, fluttering in warning.
"Oh—fuck—right there—Denki—!" Her voice pitched higher, thighs shaking violently around his hips.
He kept the pace relentless—deep, grinding thrusts that hit that spot over and over, thumb never stopping on her clit. Her slick gushed around him, soaking his cock, his balls, and the sheets—wet sounds obscene and loud in the quiet room. Tsuyu's nails dug into his back, leaving red trails as her first orgasm crashed through her.
She came hard—pussy spasming in hot, rhythmic pulses, milking him so tight he nearly lost it right there. Her back arched off the mattress, breasts pressing harder against his chest, and a broken cry tore from her throat.
"Cumming!!—fuck—yes—Denki—!"
Slick flooded around him, dripping down in steady streams, her walls fluttering endlessly. Denki groaned low, hips stuttering as he fucked her through it—slowing just enough to draw out every tremor, every clench, letting her ride the aftershocks while he kissed her through the haze.
When her spasms finally eased, when her breathing turned from desperate pants to shaky sighs, he pulled out slowly—cock glistening with her release, strings of slick connecting them for a second before snapping.
He flipped her gently but firmly onto her stomach. Tsuyu arched her back immediately, ass up, cheeks spread slightly in offering. Denki smacked one cheek, watching the flesh jiggle and the red handprint bloom fast on her pale skin. She moaned into the pillow, pushing back toward him, pussy still dripping, swollen and ready.
He gripped her hips, lined up, and thrust back in—hard, deep, bottoming out in one smooth stroke. The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head dragging over that sensitive spot with every slam. He fucked her relentlessly—hips snapping, balls slapping her clit, one hand sliding around to rub fast circles over her swollen nub again while the other smacked her ass—harder this time, the crack echoing.
Tsuyu's moans turned into broken, desperate cries—muffled by the pillow but still loud enough to make his pulse spike.
"Denki—harder—fuck—yes—smack me—!"
He did—another sharp slap to the other cheek, then gripping both hips to pound into her faster. The wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed, her high-pitched whimpers—it all blended into a haze of heat and sound.
She came again—sudden and violent—pussy clamping down like a vise, gushing slick down his thighs and soaking the sheets. Her whole body shook, ass clenching under his hands, voice cracking on a sob of pleasure.
"Again—cumming again—Denki—fuck—!"
The squeeze dragged him over the edge.
Denki slammed in deep one last time and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, pumping deep inside until it overflowed, leaking out around his cock in creamy trails that dripped down her thighs.
He collapsed over her, both of them panting, sweaty, and wrecked. His cock softened slowly inside her, still twitching with aftershocks. The room smelled thickly of sex—musky, sweet, intoxicating—mixed with the faint scent of her shampoo and his sweat.
Tsuyu turned her head, catching his eye with a dazed, blissful smile, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen.
"Denki," she said. "I think we'll need more nights like this."
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