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Prompt: Healing a Wounded Soul (My Hero Academia)
🕑 Added 2019-05-14 18:54:50 +0000 UTCSummary: Denki Kaminari betrayed Jirou, stabbing her in the back in exchange for praise and applause. An unlikely friend comes to help comfort Jirou, and give her what Denki never could. Includes: Smut, rough sex.
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Jirou felt like a volcano. Pressure was building, heat was rising, and she was getting ready to explode. Why?
Because Denki Kaminari was a fucking asshole, that’s why. An ungrateful, stuck up, bastard.
Jirou watched from an empty hallway, watching as Denki talked on and on. He, and several other boys, sat in the dorm’s living room together, and most of the young students were deeply enraptured by what the lightning themed hero had to say.
“Yep, me and Jirou have been fucking for the last few weeks.” Which, as ashamed now as she was to admit it, was true. They had been… ugh, ‘fucking’ for the last few weeks.
Jirou, after being asked out for the trillionth time by the blonde, finally relented and went out with him on a date. It wasn’t the worst experience of her life, and she even had a couple of laughs. One date became two, and two bercame, well, casual sex.
That was it. Jirou wanted to have sex, so did Denki, and the two agreed. She was horny, and he was there, but another factor influenced her choice.
Pity.Denki Kaminari was eager to lose his virginity, and Jirou didn’t really care when she did. So she slept with him and made him promise to keep it a secret. In exchange, she’d be his fuck buddy every few days.
He lasted almost two months before he broke that promise and betrayed her.
“She was basically begging me for some hot loving. I mean, it made sense. There always were sparks between us,” the blonde joked, before smacking his hand against Mineta’s palm.
“Whoa! That’s crazy, man! I can’t believe you got to tap that!”
“Heh, I pounded that. She couldn’t walk straight for a week after our first time,” Denki lied.
“I never imagined Kyouka to be so… so open with such a thing,” Tenya commented, lifting a hand to his lip to try and hide his scarlet face.
“Dude, you’re such a man! I mean, holy crap, you’re so freaking cool!” Kirishima shouted.
“Trust me, Jirou knows how much of a man I am,” the smug man grinned, crossing his arms. “Maybe I’ll stop by her room later tonight and remind her.” As if remembering something, he placed his fist against his palm in a mock ‘eureka’ moment. “Oh, I better be careful, though. Don’t want the other girls hearing her screams.”
Many of the boys laughed and clapped their hands, gently punching the blonde as they commended him for his victory. Even the stoic Tokoyami and Todoroki seemed to be listening, raising their brows in silent confusion, or perhaps, even disgust for Jirou. Tenya and Midoriya didn’t join in the festivities, merely sharing a glance. Both of them were clearly shocked by the news, and even as far as she was, Jirou could see their judgement.
All of those boys would think she was some stupid little slut, that she was the pathetic loser begging to get laid. None of them would ever know it was fucking Kaminari who was so God damn desperate to get laid.
Jirou’s vision blurred. She sucked in air through her teeth. She felt her heart pounding in her throat. She glared at Denki, wanting nothing more than to smack him so hard his head would just explode! She was pissed, she was angry, she was… hurt.
She trusted him, and he stomped on that trust, grinding it into the dirt.
Well, to hell with him.
As if feeling her razor sharp, burning glare, Denki turned his head and saw Jirou staring at him from the hallway. His eyes slowly widened, his jaw falling open as realization struck him like a truck.
He didn’t look guilty, though. Just scared, no doubt afraid of her retribution.
“J-Jirou?!” His voice squeaked, and all of the boys turned their heads to stare at the woman. All they saw was her back as she walked away from the living room, storming off as quickly as her shaking legs could take her.
She left Denki in silence as the other men looked at him, waiting for him to do something. He noticed their eyes on him, and he gulped, knowing what was expected of him. He took a step forward, moving after Jirou, only to feel a hand grab his arm.
“Hold on,” a gruff voice commanded, and Denki stopped in his tracks. The blonde turned his head and the look fear in his eyes grew as he saw Katsuki Bakugo glaring at him, holding onto his arm with a vice-like grip. “What exactly do you plan on saying to her when you find her?”
“Uh… My bad?” Denki replied, beads of sweat going down his forehead. Bakugo scoffed, shaking his head.
“Damn moron. Look, stay here and let me talk to her, alright?”
“S-seriously? W-why?” The young man should have known better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, but thankfully Katsuki didn’t bite his head off.
“She and I have talked before.” Katsuki glanced at the hall the woman had ran down, before returning his stare to Denki. “Over music we liked. Bands, and stuff.” His voice was so low, so calm from his usual tone, that the terrified blonde wondered if Katsuki was trying to be sarcastic with him.
As the silence continued, Katsuki made it clear he wasn’t joking. “Well? You gonna sit your ass down and let me talk to her, or what?!”
“Y-yep! S-sorry, you got it! Good luck!” Denki practically jumped out of Katsuki’s way, and the charged blonde could only watch as the taller, scowling student marched past him.
As soon as Katsuki couldn’t see him, Denki sighed in relief, thankful to have the weight off his shoulders. He looked at his friends, but most of them gave him a dirty, judgemental stare. Sympathy was far and few between as he began to realize how badly he had screwed up, and how badly he had possibly hurt Jirou.
000
Jirou listened to her music behind a locked door, bobbing her head to the violent, almost screeching beat.
She had always believed music was a reflection of one’s heart, and right now, her heart was fucking pissed off. Her choice of music reflected that, made up of roaring voices and violent, almost grinding instrumentals. The singer curse and swore, and she felt her fingers shaking as she bit her tongue.
When she heard knocking on the door, she raised the volume, wanting nothing more than to drown in the violent, visceral beat.
The knocking continued, even when the music was playing at max volume, pounding Jirou’s ear drums. When the knocking continued to interrupt her music, she let out an angry, acidic roar.
“Piss off, Denki! I don’t want to fucking talk to you!”
The voice that answered back overwhelmed her music and seemed to shake the entire building. Jirou jumped onto her feet as Katsuki’s voice screamed at her.
“It’s me! Open the fucking door now!”
“B-Bakugo?”
“Yeah! Now open the God. Damn. Door!” He added a loud bang with every word, slamming his fist against the wooden door.
Jirou was actually worried about him breaking the door down, so she quickly moved to open the door for the blonde. He entered the room as she stepped back and began to raise her voice.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, before frowning. “Did Kaminari get you to talk to me for him? You can tell him that I said, he can go to hell!” She stopped her foot on the ground, hands balled up into fists. “I can’t believe I trusted him! The freakin’ scumbag! That backstabbing son of a… ugh!”
She marched around her room as Katsuki watched, uncharacteristically quiet. “I told him not to make a big deal about it! I told him not to tell anyone, and what does he do?! He tells everyone, and makes everyone think I’m some kind of slut! I can’t believe I took pity on him!
Jirou had her back to him, before suddenly she turned to glare right at him. He didn’t flinch as she stomped towards him. “He wasn’t even a good fuck. He’s barely average, and not to mention dunce as hell! Seriously, all he cared about was his own damn pleasure! My needs? My wants? He didn’t give a shit!”
“I wanted to be fucked by a man, not some stupid, ignorant, asshole! Hold me down, squeeze my neck, slap my ass, do something! Stop flopping on top of me, you ignorant jackass! Fucking fuck my rough, damn it!” By the time she was done, her face was red, both from shouting, and from the realization of what exactly she had shouted.
Her hands clapped over her mouth, silencing her as her eyes widened, staring at Katsuki as she trembled. When she spoke, she was quiet and meek, a stark contrast. “I’m… I’m sorry you had to hear that…”
Katsuki said nothing, and somehow that made it all so much worse. She groaned, rubbing her scarlet face as she tried not to let him see her eyes. As her anger evaporated, her shame and humiliation began to show.
“You must think I’m some kind of slut,” she muttered, her voice shaking as she felt her tears pool in the corners of her eyes. Jirou turned around as she groaned, trying to nonchalantly wipe them away. “I’m sorry. Look, can you just leave me alone, Katsuki? I just need to be al-”
A hand grabbed her shoulder, and before Jirou knew it, she was spun around, forced to stare face to face with the taller boy. Her already scarlet face only grew hotter as she realized how close they were.
“Shut up,” he ordered, glaring at her. And don’t put words in my mouth, got it?” She nodded her head, unsure of what else to say.
“Good. Now then, I don’t think you’re a slut. You’d have to be fucking nuts to think that. I don’t got a Goddamn problem with a girl who knows what she wants. Sure beats the hell out of any playful, mind games bullshit,” he swore, and Jirou couldn’t help but chuckle at just how… eloquent he was.
The smile was quickly wiped from Jirou’s face as Katsuki grabbed her by her shoulders again and pulled her in close. Her face almost slammed into the blonde’s, and once again her face erupted in shades of red. He stared into her eyes, peering into her very soul as he uttered something that shook Jirou to her core.
“If Chargedolt doesn’t know how to treat a girl like you, then maybe you need to find yourself someone more deserving. Someone tougher.” His voice was low, almost like a growl, and the sheer animalistic nature of it almost made Jirou tremble.
Jirou’s eyes shot to the ground as her lips struggled to form a sentence, hell, even a word. Nothing came out of her mouth as she avoided the fiery student’s eyes.
Was Katsuki serious? And if he was, should she take him up on the offer? No, that’d be crazy, right? It’d be wrong. She shouldn’t… But he had already treated her better than Kaminari had. Hell, she had fun just talking to Katsuki, something she never had when she was with the other, more perverted blonde…
Katsuki watched as Jirou’s gaze slowly rose to look at him, and he could see the conflict in her eyes. Of course, that conflict meant part of her, however small, wanted to be with him. There was lust in her eyes, and it took only a single question to bring it out.
“Are you and sparky a thing?”
“W-what?”
“Are you two together? Are you dating?” he asked the questions simply and quickly, shrugging as if he didn’t care either way. His tone was so bizarrely calm as Jirou’s face wrinkled.
“Hell no!”
Those words pushed Katsuki forward, and suddenly his hand had hers and she was being pulled towards him. Their lips met as Jirou’s eyes widened, and her breath was stolen away. The kiss was not gentle, nor was it loving. It was full of lust and desire, hard and commanding.
They way his lips nibbled hers, the pressure he applied, it was like he wanted to consume her, and Jirou found her legs shaking as she slowly wrapped her arms around his body, embracing Katsuki and returning the kiss with a quiet moan and shudder.
Jirou moaned again, louder this time as Katsuki’s hand brushed against her breast, rubbing the soft flesh through her thin top. Without a single word, they pulled away and she lifted up her arms, letting him pull the tank top off of her, dropping it the floor as the two kissed again.
They opened their mouths to let their tongues play, licking and tasting the others as Jirou’s fingers clumsily pulled on Katsuki’s shirt. Once again, they broke the kiss, gasping for air as the fiery young man practically tore his clothes off.
Both of their hands slipped under his pants, and the two shared a glance. For a moment, Jirou had a chance to stop this. Maybe her last chance. Her last chance to tell Katsuki to leave her room. After this, there was no going back.
She pulled his pants down without another moment of hesitation, revealing his thick cock, letting it spring forth once his boxers and pants fell to the ground. Jirou’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened as she was consumed by her own embarrassment once again.
“W-whoa…” She gulped. “T-the other girls would probably love to see this,” she stuttered, trying and failing to keep the atmosphere casual. Katsuki lifted his brow as Jirou felt beads of sweat rolling down her skin. “E-especially Ochako, I mean, y-you’re… b-big…”
“You gonna look at it all night, or you gonna do something?”
Some would be offended by his tone, and if Jirou was in a better position, under better circumstances, she probably would have been, but tonight was different. The hot, steamy atmosphere between them, her aching heart, the sheer fact that Katsuki was there after Denki stabbed her back…
Not to mention how rough and callous the man was, fulfilling Jirou’s fantasies.
All of it was too much. Too perfect. Jirou fell to her knees, and she worshipped Katsuki’s shaft.
She didn’t care about Denki, not after he had hurt her. Katsuki was kind enough to comfort her, emotionally and physically. She wanted this. She needed this.
With him almost completely naked and her topless, Jirou opened her mouth and took the head of his cock, sucking on the tip as she bobbed her head back and forth, closing her eyes to enhance the taste.
Her head moved back and forth, gaining inches every time she went down his length. She placed her tongue on the underside of his cock, coating it with her saliva as she moaned. The taste was overpowering, yet she grabbed onto Katsuki’s hips to better choke on the thick dick.
Katsuki allowed her to take control for a few moments, before he placed his hand on her head. He stroked her dark locks, enjoying how the hairs tickled the palm of his hand, before he pushed her back, forcing her off of his penis.
Threads of saliva linked her mouth with his shaft, and his erection glistened with her saliva as she stared up at him, mouth still open, eyes glittering with confusion.
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted it rough?”
She nodded her head, but that wasn’t enough for the young musician. She spoke, revealing her dark desires and sinful fantasies. “Y-yes! I-I want to be fucked by a man. H-hard and fast pounding, a-and w-with hair pulling and-”
“You want me to smack your ass?” he asked, his voice that low growl again, and Jirou bobbed her head up and down.
“Y-yes!”
“Then get on the bed. Tonight, I’m bringing your fantasies to life.”
Jirou tore her shorts off of her body and practically jumped onto the bed, not caring that her moist pussy was dripping onto her sheets. Katsuki was much calmer as he walked towards her, an irony that was lost to both as he got on top of her.
“Good thing you already lubed up my cock for you.” He glanced at her, and scowled slightly. “Turn around. On all fours. I’m fucking you doggy style, slut.”
“Y-yes…” She obeyed him, and it didn’t take long for Katsuki to slam his cock into her. It was one, fast, powerful thrust. It split her legs apart and earned a scream from the young woman, but Katsuki made sure to cover her mouth to muffle her.
Didn’t want to wake any of the neighbors, after all.
With one hand on her mouth, bending her head back painfully, Katsuki’s other hand grabbed her hair and tugged on her, further arching her back. She groaned in pain as Katsuki pushed another inch of his dick into her, slowly filling her pussy with his cock. It didn’t take long for his entire member to enter her, and her ass was pressed against his body.
“Good job, slut. You took it all.”
He lifted his hand from her mouth, but when she spoke, he pushed a finger into her mouth, hooking her cheek with his index finger as her words slurred. “T-thlank wu.”
Katsuki chuckled at her gratitude, releasing her hair to slap her ass with his hand. Her perky ass jiggled as she trembled from the blow. He hit her again, and she let out a loud, hoarse moan.
“You like that, slut?” he asked, smacking her once more.
“Y-yesh!”
“Fucking bounce on my cock! Maybe if you do a good job, I’ll keep slapping your ass!”
Jirou obeyed, using her arms to help pull and push her body on the blonde’s cock. She bounced back and forth, letting his cock fill her again and again as he growled. Honestly, Katsuki was loving this. Despite not being a virgin, Jirou was fucking tight. Why the hell would that dumbass ruin what he had?
Oh, well. His loss was their gain.
Katsuki made good on his promise, slapping Jirou’s ass as the bed groaned below them. The loud spanks filled the room as their moans melded together. Drool trickled down Jirou’s lips, dripping onto the bed as his hand alternated between spanking and squeezing her plump rear.
Eventually he moved his hands, taking his saliva coated finger and running it through her hair, before he grabbed onto her dark locks and pounded her even harder. She screamed with pleasure, her voice becoming raw and rough as tears fell down her face. The wet smacks of their bodies colliding mixed with their moans and screams and the groan of the bed springs to create a beautiful symphony.
Well, beautiful to them at least. Jirou was practically living her fantasies, floating on cloud nine as her tearfilled eyes stared at the ceiling. Drool trickled down her chin as did her bes to match Katsuki’s thrusts, but he was clearly her superior in physical strength.
Soon, both of them could feel it. They were going to cum. Their orgasms were imminent, and Jirou found herself wondering just what the man intended to do with her.
“C-cum… gonna cum,” she mewled, her arms giving up as Katsuki’s dick pounded her G-spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“Me too...Fuck, you’re tight!”
“G-gonna… gonna pull out?”
“Fuck no. I don’t pull out.” He held onto her hips as he hammered away at her pussy, making her ass ripple and quiver with every slamming thrust.
Hearing his callous answer drove the young woman into an orgasm, and as she hit her climax, her pussy squeezed tightly around Katsuki’s girthy cock. Feeling her already tight cunt wrap even tighter around him, the fiery blonde let out a roar of dominance, shooting his load into Jirou and coating her walls with his seed.
The sheer euphoria she felt from being filled sent Jirou into another orgasm, it felt. It was like she was riding several waves of pleasure, shot into the air again and again, higher and higher as her body tightened. Her muscles spasmed, her body trembled, fingers balled into fists, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
She experienced the greatest orgasm of her life on Katsuki’s cock, and she could only hope she returned the favor to him.
000
Jirou never imagined Katsuki to be much of a cuddler, but… well, here they were. Laying on her bed together, her head rested on his chest like he was a pillow, his arm wrapped around her, gently tracing circles on her naked back.
Neither said anything as he stared at the ceiling. Jirou’s eyes were only on him, though, watching him think, until she finally spoke up.
“So, what does this make us?” she asked, trying not to let fear poison her voice.
“Whatever you want, I guess.” He finally looked at her, and Jirou could feel her face turning red again. “If you want to sleep with me again, I’d be fine with that. If you want to go back to Denki, that’s fine too.”
What shocked Jirou was that he actually sounded like he meant it. Maybe he did…
“I… I don’t know,” she muttered, her eyes falling down, which unfortunately meant she saw their naked body pressed together. She gulped. “I don’t know if I want to keep seeing him. Not after what he’s done to me.”
Her leg shifted, brushing against his hardening cock. Her eyes widened as the their eyes locked onto each other. He was smiling at her as she blushed, brushing her leg against his cock once again.
It wouldn’t be the last time.
