The second the door clicked shut behind them, Denki spun Kendo around and backed her against it, his mouth crashing down on hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
Their lips met hard, hers soft and yielding, parting immediately to let his tongue slide in deep. She tasted sweet, like mint gum mixed with the faint salt of her skin, and her tongue met his eagerly, tangling in a wet, messy dance that made low moans vibrate between them.
His breath was hot against her face, ragged already, and he could feel the way her body melted into him, chest heaving as she pressed closer.
One hand slid down her back to grab her ass, firm and full under her skirt, the fabric bunching as he squeezed handfuls of the soft, warm flesh. It gave under his fingers, plump and perfect, making his cock twitch painfully in his pants.
His other hand pushed up under her blouse, fingers splaying wide across her bare stomach before sliding higher to cup her big tits through the lace of her bra.
They were heavy in his palms, overflowing his grip, nipples already stiff and poking against the thin material like they were begging for attention. He kneaded them roughly, thumbs circling the hard peaks in slow, teasing rubs that made her arch her back and whimper into his mouth.
Kendo's hands weren't idle, she fumbled with his belt, fingers trembling with urgency as she unbuckled it. The zipper came down next, the sound loud in the quiet room, and then her hand dove inside his boxers.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss just enough to breathe.
"God... you feel so big," she murmured, voice husky and breathless, stroking him from base to tip.
Her palm was warm, slightly calloused from her quirk training, gliding smooth over the velvety skin as pre-cum leaked from the head, slicking her movements. She pumped him slowly at first, then faster, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the wetness, making him groan deep in his throat.
Denki's hips bucked into her hand. "Kendo... fuck..."
He kicked off his shoes clumsily, then shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs in one rough motion, letting them pool at his ankles before stepping out. His cock sprang free fully now—long and thick, veins bulging along the shaft, the head flushed dark red and glistening.
Kendo's eyes locked on it, pupils blown wide with lust. She sank to her knees right there on the classroom floor, skirt hiking up her thighs to expose more pale skin.
Without a word, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth—warm, wet heat enveloping the head first, tongue swirling slow circles around the sensitive underside before she slid down further.
She sucked gently at first, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, lips stretching tight around his girth. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke to add friction that made his knees weak.
The sensation was overwhelming—her mouth hot and slick, saliva dripping down his shaft as she took more of him, the tip hitting the back of her throat with a soft gag she powered through.
She moaned around him, the vibration buzzing straight through his cock, her free hand cupping his balls and rolling them gently, fingers teasing the sensitive skin behind.
Denki's hand tangled in her orange ponytail, not pulling, just holding on as he watched her eyes watering slightly, lips shiny and red, sucking harder now, faster, tongue pressing flat against the underside on every pull back. He felt the edge building too fast, his balls tightening, heat coiling low in his gut.
"Kendo—wait, I'm gonna—"
She pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Not yet," she whispered, voice wrecked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I want you inside me."
She stood on shaky legs, reaching under her skirt to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties—plain white cotton, absolutely soaked, dark with her arousal and clinging to her folds. She pushed them down slowly, letting them drop to her ankles before kicking them aside, a thin string of slick snapping as they left her skin.
Then her hands went to her blouse, fingers unbuttoning it fast to reveal the white lace bra underneath. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then reached back to unclasp the bra.
It slid down her arms, and her breasts spilled free: big, round, with a natural heaviness that made them sway gently as she moved. Pale skin flushed pink, nipples pink and pebbled from the cool air and her arousal, standing out stiff and begging.
Denki stepped closer, mouth watering. This was Itsuka Kendo, one of the beauties in class 1B and she was here naked in front of him and had already sucked him off.
He cupped one breast in his hand, lifting the heavy weight, thumb brushing over the nipple before he leaned down and took it into his mouth. He sucked slow and deep, tongue swirling around the peak, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with the subtle sweetness of her body lotion.
His other hand kneaded the second breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger—pinching lightly, then soothing with broad rubs that made her gasp.
Kendo's head fell back, fingers threading into his hair again as she moaned loud and unrestrained in the empty room. "Yes... oh god, that feels so good..."
Her body trembled under his mouth, nipples hypersensitive, every flick of his tongue sending jolts straight between her legs. He switched sides, sucking harder on the other, teeth grazing the tip just enough to make her hips buck.
He worshipped them—licking broad, wet stripes across the undersides, burying his face in the soft valley between, inhaling her scent while his hands squeezed and massaged, thumbs flicking the slick peaks over and over until they were swollen and shiny.
After what felt like forever but still not enough, Denki pulled back, lips red and breath ragged. He spun her around gently but firmly, bending her over the nearest desk to expose her dripping pussy, lips swollen and glistening in the dim light filtering through the blinds.
He gripped her hips, lined up his cock with her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds once, twice, coating himself in her wetness. The heat was intense, her arousal sticky and hot against his skin.Then he pushed in slow at first, inch by thick inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around him, gripping like velvet.
She was soaking, the slide easy but snug, every flutter of her pussy pulling him deeper. When he bottomed out, hips flush against her ass, they both groaned, her walls clenching hard around his length.
He started thrusting steady at first, pulling out halfway to feel the drag of her tightness before slamming back in, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her ass rippled with every impact, plump cheeks bouncing under his hands as he squeezed them, spreading her wider to watch his cock disappear inside her.
The scent of sex hung heavy, mixed with her moans growing louder and breathier.
"Faster...Denki, please.." Kendo begged, pushing back to meet him, fingers white-knuckling the desk edge.
He picked up the pace, going harder and deeper, his hips snapping with rough rhythm. His balls slapped against her clit on every thrust, sending sparks through both of them. She was so wet it squelched obscenely, slick dripping down her thighs and coating his shaft, making everything slippery and hot.
Every slide in felt like heaven—her walls massaging him, clenching tighter as she got closer.
Kendo came first, sudden and intense, body locking up as her pussy spasmed around him in hot, milking pulses. "Yes—cumming—oh fuck—" She cried out, legs shaking, gushing slick that soaked his cock and dripped onto the floor.
The squeeze dragged him over too; he slammed in deep one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her, filling her up until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft in creamy trails.
They stayed like that for a minute, panting, sweaty, his cock softening inside her before he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her swollen pussy.
The wet sound of it breaking the silence hit him like cold water; reality slammed back in.
What the fuck did I just do?
His heart started racing for a completely different reason now. He stepped back, breath still ragged, staring at Kendo bent over the desk—skirt hiked up, ass flushed red from his grip, pussy glistening with their combined mess. She was breathing hard, hair disheveled, cheeks pink.
She's gonna freak out. She's gonna scream, run out, tell someone, and I'm expelled.
He panicked as his hands was in his head. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to apologize, explain, beg but before a single word came out, Kendo straightened up on shaky legs.
She turned to face him.
And instead of panic or anger, her eyes were still heavy-lidded, dark with that same hungry look. A slow, sultry smile curved her lips.
She stepped forward, closing the distance, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her naked breasts against his chest. Her nipples dragged over his skin, still hard and sensitive from his mouth.
"How are you doing this to me?" she murmured, voice low and thick, lips brushing his ear. "I've never felt anything like this before… so good, so fucking good. My whole body's still buzzing, like every nerve's on fire—in the best way."
Her hips rolled forward, grinding her soaked pussy against his softening cock, slick coating him again. The friction made him twitch, blood rushing back south almost instantly.
"Kendo…"
Denki groaned, his hands instinctively dropped to Kendo's ass as she pressed closer, fingers sinking deep into the full, soft cheeks. He squeezed hard—kneading the plump flesh through the bunched-up skirt, feeling how it gave under his grip, warm and yielding.
Every time she rolled her hips forward, he pulled her tighter against him, spreading her slightly so the grind dragged her soaked pussy right along the underside of his cock.
The friction was filthy—her slick folds parting around his shaft, coating him in hot, sticky wetness that mixed with the remnants of his earlier release. She moved slow at first, deliberate, hips circling in lazy figure-eights that made her clit catch on the thick ridge of him over and over.
Each drag pulled a low, throaty moan from her throat, vibrating against his lips as she kissed him deeper, tongue sliding in slow, wet strokes.
"Fuck… Denki…" she breathed into his mouth, voice thick and wrecked. Her ass flexed under his squeezing hands, cheeks spreading a little wider with every roll, the motion making her moan louder—soft, needy sounds that echoed in the empty classroom. "Your hands… squeezing me like that… it's too good…"
He groaned against her tongue, fingers digging in harder, thumbs pressing into the crease where thigh met ass, spreading her even more as she ground down. The wet slide of her pussy was obscene—squelching softly with every forward rock, slick dripping down his length and coating his balls.
Her clit throbbed visibly against him, swollen and sensitive, every grind sending tiny jolts through her body that made her thighs tremble and her moans hitch higher.
She broke the kiss just enough to gasp, forehead resting against his, eyes half-lidded and glassy. "I can't stop… it feels so fucking intense… like every touch is electric…"
Denki's cock was fully hard again, leaking fresh pre-cum that smeared between them with her movements. He squeezed her ass one more time, hard enough to leave faint red marks before lifting her completely off the ground.
He carried her the short distance to the desk, setting her down on the edge with her legs spread wide. She didn't waste a second, wrapping her thighs around his waist, pulling him in close as he thrust back into her in one long, deep stroke.
Her pussy swallowed him greedily, still hot, slick, and swollen from before. The mix of their cum made the slide smooth and filthy, every inch stretching her walls with a wet, sucking sound. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against her, balls pressed tight to her ass.
Then he started moving deep, rolling thrusts that hit her deepest spots while his hands stayed glued to her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks with every snap forward. The desk creaked under them, her breasts bouncing heavily with the rhythm, nipples brushing his chest.
Kendo's head fell back, long orange hair spilling across the desk surface. Her moans turned into broken, breathless babble
"Denki—yes—deeper—fuck—your hands—squeezing my ass—feels so good—can't—too much—"
Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, mouth slack as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her pussy clenched hard around him—once, twice—each orgasm crashing through her like a wave. The first made her whole body seize, walls pulsing in rhythmic squeezes that milked his cock, slick gushing out in hot spurts that soaked his thighs and dripped onto the desk.
She cried out, high and shattered, nails digging into his shoulders.The second followed immediately: sharper, more violent—her thighs shaking uncontrollably, pussy spasming so tight it almost pushed him out.
"Again—cumming again—Denki—yes—yes—!"
Her voice cracked, body arching off the desk, ass clenching under his squeezing hands.The third was quieter but deeper—long, rolling contractions that fluttered around him endlessly, her slick running in steady streams down the desk legs. She sobbed with pleasure.
"So good—so full—never felt—fuck—keep going—!"
Denki kept pounding through every one—deep, relentless, his hands never leaving her ass, squeezing and spreading her wider so he could drive even deeper. The wet slap of skin, the creak of the desk, her broken moans—it all blended into a haze of heat and sound.
When his own edge rushed up, he pulled out fast. He stroked himself twice, hard and fast, and came with a guttural groan—thick ropes shooting across her stomach, splattering her heaving breasts, one thick strand landing on her collarbone and sliding down between her tits in a slow, creamy trail.
He milked every drop, hips jerking, watching it paint her flushed, sweat-slick skin. Kendo lay there panting, covered in his cum, eyes glassy and unfocused, a dazed, blissful smile on her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples still hard, pussy twitching with aftershocks.
The classroom was thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and their combined release. Denki's hands finally loosened on her ass, thumbs stroking gently over the red marks he'd left.
They were both wrecked.
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