#rule 36

Her girlfriend was the one that often pushed her out of her comfort zone if Jirou had to be honest. What she lacked in smarts she made up in sweet compliments and encouragement. It often embarrassed Jirou but it was always reassuring that Kaminari would always be right behind her.

It was quite embarrassing that Kaminari was indeed right behind her, smiling coyly in the crook of Jirou’s neck while suckling gently on the exposed skin. Jirou could feel the plush softness of Kaminari’s boobs squished against the small of her firm back. She feels fingers that are not her own gliding down between her legs and delving into the innermost parts of her thighs, soon to become slicked with her juices and forcing out choked moans from the musician. It annoyed her more than she cared to admit that despite how loud Kaminari was in class she was extremely docile in the sheets. Calm and calculating and it put Jirou on edge because she could never tell what that blonde had in store for her.

The last surprised, Kaminari had licked up Jirou’s armpit and laughed at how scared she looked before getting shocked by earphones. While she lay on the mattress convulsing, Jirou’s face was deep inside a pillow, her hidden face a heavy shade of pink at how the sensation didn’t feel that bad.

But that was last week. “Jirou.” Kaminari’s voice brings her out of her trance, mind sluggish from stimulation and she’s only able to hum in response. The tips of her earphone curled and twisted in pleasure the deeper Kaminari’s fingers went and she couldn’t find in herself to feel embarrassed when the loud obscene noises of her sloppy cunny being lovingly wrecked became quite vivid. It filled the room like how her bass would when she played for Kaminari, loud and beautiful. 

It wouldn't be long before those experienced fingers would hit that one spot within her velvety walls that always sent Jirou spiraling. 

“F-fuck!” Jirou huffs and flips her head, nearly head butting Kaminari as her hips start to rock back forth. “Right there! Again!” Her pussy ached with want, and her body shakes with need as the fingers move faster and deeper as they could in this position. Her slim thighs quiver at the familiar warmth starting to come forth, her slickness messing up the towel underneath her. Jirou's toes curl when she feels other fingers tugging at her nipples and then a small kiss on her neck once more. She wished she could see Kaminari’s face right now. Seeing her face flush red just like her own and body voided common sense. Jirou truly adored her so much.

At some point Kaminari manages to stroke a coarse thumb over her clitoris; circling around the minora before slamming her thumb down roughly without warning. It makes Jirou grit her teeth in an attempt to suppress her loud cry. It wasn't fair. She’s so close, she can feel the inside of her screaming to just let it all out, to go limp and have Kaminari finger her till she’s too overstimulated. To just give her complete control of her body like many other times. But she knows better than to assume it’s that easy. Kaminari still didn’t reveal her ace up the sleeve.

She can barely even form a coherent word, eyes glazing over. “K-Kami-" she stutters and moans when the fingers spread her once more, pussy red and puckered. Ready for a good licking if Kaminari were to be between her thighs. 

She hears her hum and then a giggle erupting when Jirou lets out a tiny whimper. “So pretty” she coos. Knowing her girlfriend would already deny the claim in her head she continues with the compliments, fingers never ceasing. Her breath tickles Jirou's nape and it makes her turn her head a bit. “It’s true tho. You’re so talented and cool. And cute, I can’t help it.” Jirou could imagine the genuine smile on Kaminari’s face when she said those words.

The way her messy locks would cover a bit of her golden eyes and how her cute pink lips moved when she said cute shit like that. If she was in her right mind she would've yelled at Kami to stop since compliments tend to be a bit much for her at times. But Kaminari always knew how to raise her to the top of the metaphorical mountain. It made her feel incredulously warm and disgustingly sappy inside.

Jirou gasps out again as she gushes out more slick and extends her earphone just above her clit. Receiving the message Kaminari removes her thumb and the metal of the earphone lays on her clit before small vibrations start to rock forth. Jirou positivity moans and buckles when Kaminari’s finger pinches on her now abused nipple.

She was so racked up on the oncoming orgasm that she nearly screams bloody murder when she feels her girlfriend breathe against the shell of her ear and then her hot tongue intertwining with the extension of her ear. Saliva lewdly dribbles down the fleshy wire and on her shoulder and Jirou can only manage a choked "no!" when she feels the tongue plunging as far as it could go into her ear.

A multitude of things happen in the span of two seconds. First the disgust of feeling a tongue in her ear (why is she so sensitive?), the tingling electricity that quite literally shoots down her spine and the mind blowing orgasm that has her nearly flying off her bed and squirting further across the laid out blanket, body convulsing insanely. Her cunt squeezes Kaminari's fingers for dear life as she milks herself and makes a mess on the bedsheets and floor. Tears prick her eyes, fogging her eyes as she bawls from feeling so damn good.

She croons when her pussy makes a slurp noise, loose and wet when Kaminari removes her fingers. She almost begs for her to put them back but instead gets flipped by the blonde to face her. If it wasn't for Kaminari she would be a puddle on the bed. Jirou practically drools all over herself and lets out another sob when Kaminari tilts her head and dives down into her ear again. Her slicked hand rubbing the other ear with Jirou's own essence. It feels so nasty, so good, so fucking right. God bless this girl beside her.

“Holy fuuccckkkkkk” she feels Kaminari’s throat vibrating, she’s laughing no doubt but the purple haired girl could give less of a damn as her body starts humping the fabric underneath her. Her tiny boobs bounce up and down in the air and in all honestly it’s a miracle she can pull off another orgasm before becoming completely slack again. Her bones felt like marshmallow. The squelch and the hot breath of Kaminari was so loud and too close that all she could do was wait till she finally pulled away. When she feels Kaminari caressing her hair she manages to open her eyes (when did she close them?) to see her face smiling brightly down at her.