Jezza's Plethora Of Straight Smuts

The Wavy Encounter (Nejire Hado pt.1)

Third year at UA was always going to be stressful, the one thing that relieved you was the girl who sat next to you, Nejire Hado.
You often took to playing with her silky, periwinkle hair. "How does she do it?" You wondered.

The bell went, and it was time for break, "All Might be blessed." You accidentally said aloud before planting your face on the desk.

You sleep there for only about two minutes until you hear.

"Okay Ochaco, can you do your thing so I can take him to my room?"

"Sure."

Sure enough, you float out of your seat. She grabs your hand. It's enough to make you blush and smile in your sleep, after all, she was the only warmth you felt in the cold, gruelling hours of third year.

She starts to use her quirk to fly.

"Desperate to get me to her room?"

She opens the door and you float in before Nejire catches you on the release.

You wake to your head in Nejire's lap, her hand rubbing your head, you look to her face.

"What's with the lip-licking, she can't be that into me, right?" You think to yourself.

"Good. You're awake."

She looks to the clock.

"25 minutes. Time enough."

"Time enough for what?"

She starts unzipping your pants, and unbuttoning your shirt. You let it happen as sure, you weren't desperate enough to ask her out, but hey, you'd accept anything she does to you.

Your shirt comes off, your rock-hard abs enough to make Kirishima question his sexuality. (Let's just say he's straight for the purpose of the metaphor.)

"Oh, my." She tells you. Then promptly glides her fingertips over your abs, they don't move an inch.

She finishes undressing you. She chuckles a little, if she were a villain, it would be menacing, you knew Nejire though, she wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable, right?

She grabs your member and inspects it.
"Not too big, not too small, just right." She says with a glare in her eyes that made you rethink how well you knew her.

"Well, you now." You point to your undressed person.

"Oh, but of course." She starts a painfully slow process of undressing, each button unbuttoned making your hose rise more.

She finished it. You were sure an angel had come down to let you engage in sin after leading a life free from it, as your reward.
"Now, what would you like me to do?"

You expected these words to come from, maybe Midnight or even Mount Lady, the last person you thought of was Nejire. You answered her question.

"Go ahead, top me."

Without a second passing, she jumps on top of you. She rides you, every stroke making you harder and harder, you point to your lips, and open your mouth, she complies and takes the open gateway and punishes it with her tongue, all the while still making her forward and back motion, she was no novice, that sure surprised you.

You get put off it for a sec, imagining that Mirio could have been where you are right now, in that case. You stop for a second, "denial, huh?"
"Sorry, Nejire." You continue.

Her strokes get faster making you harder and harder and her kissing more vigorous, I need more, more, more oh oh kiss me. More, as well as her hands, touching you without end, every square inch, and you touching Nejire in some way or another, Hell, if it weren't, it was on the floor.

She gets faster, to the brink of climax.

"I'm about to-" you start to say, followed by a moan.

"About to what?" She breaks the kiss to ask.

"Cum."

"Me too. Hehe."

You had seven minutes left, you both decided to make it the best seven minutes ever.

You both rolled around, thrusting and changing between top and bottom every few seconds.

You came like a shotgun, blasting all over her. Her privates only trickled with a similar liquid. You resort to scooping the rest out, after all, you couldn't leave her dissatisfied.

Her cum blasted all over your hand when she did.

As she did, the bell rang.

"We need to get to class." You said weakly.

"Let's do it again sometime."