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#1: Adults in adult situations
#2: I do not own BNHA. Don't sue, please.
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On Saturday morning, when Mrs. Midoriya said to Izuku that she was going out for a late lunch date with her friends, between the hours of two and five PM give or take, a loud, primal voice spoke from the bottom of Izuku's brain. And it said, like a general giving orders, "Izuku, invite Tsuyu to your home."
At any other period of his life, Izuku would have demured from the command, would've swat away the voice like a gnat. But he was learning to be more honest with himself, to move with a little more confidence. Tsuyu had been honest with him, said with open enthusiasm that she was excited to be next to him. The right thing was to reciprocate, put effort into this relationship. Make time with his girlfriend. Girlfriend?
The fact that Izuku was generally horny (and very horny for Tsuyu) did not hinder his motivation to act. The distant hope of second or third base cheered him on. He tapped a message to Tsuyu. Hey! You busy later? Send. And Izuku sat at his desk telling himself that he was doing homework, but any observer would've seen him still and blank-faced, staring nowhere.
So Mom is leaving for about maybe hours. Which is a pretty chunk of time but also not that long. It's enough time for a movie. I think I'd like to watch a movie with Tsu. Taking somebody out to the movies is nice and all but it's so formal, isn't it? You sit there and I sit here and we both stay quiet until the movie ends two hours later and then you leave the theater and chat about it and then the date is over. Where's the progress? Where's the intimacy? Not that I know anything about that. But a date is supposed to bring two people together. A date is like a test. Are you two good for each other? Do you have fun together? Are you compatible? I won't admit this to Tsuyu but I've been reading some books about this whole thing. He pulled a book from out of his backpack, something he read on the train back and forth, something he read with the cover flat on his lap. He gave a long look at it - Prince Charming: How to Be A Near Perfect Boyfriend.
He bought the book not too long ago. The day after he creamed in public, Izuku made a stop on the trip home. Two stations before his home, the train stopped near a shopping center with a grocer and a butcher and a florist and a bookstore stacked to the ceiling with cheap paperbacks: lame eroticas, shoddy mangas, last season's bestsellers. Izuku entered the bookstore, looking for nothing in particular.
He picked up a pamphlet cataloging All Might's moves, thumbed it, realized he knew every line inside, set it down. Why am I here? Where am I heading? Izuku walked deeper into the store. Along the shelves: fat volumes of history, serious literature, used textbooks. The light was fading, the air was thickening with dust and the scent of hidden knowledge. His eyes wandered. He was in the advice section. How to Tame Your Inner Dragon. One Hundred Days Until Success. Keep Her Coming Back. Nine-Step Weight Loss.
Izuku's eyes lingered on a bright blue jacket sheathing a thin manual, squeezing between two huge hardcovers. The blue was vibrant, like a perfect morning sky, like sapphire without defect. I need to read that book. He reached his hand to the blue with apprehension, as if touching it would shock him. He pulled it from its place, inspected the cover. Prince Charming: How to Be A Near Perfect Boyfriend. Flipping to a random page, Izuku read in a whisper,
"The post-coital minutes are so important for the blossoming Couple. As you lie in those sweat-smeared sheets, the brain secretes heavy batches of oxytocin, the hormone of attachment. Strike while the iron is hot, Boyfriend! Tussle with her hair, rub your thumb on her bare shoulder. 50% of your skin should touch 50% of hers! If possible, initiate sex again." Izuku shut the book. He bought it for pocket change.
Tsuyu responded within minutes. Hi! I'm free later. Wanna do something?
You could come over today? Maybe we could do some homework, watch a movie, idk.
Great! When can I come over?
How about 2? It was noon then. Mrs. Midoriya was finishing up some chores.
Perfect, see you soon. :)
Tsuyu was on her way.
And I was wondering why Izuku was so especially bold (initiating some make-out!) during the Mecha exercise but it was probably just the adrenaline pushing him towards risky moves. Or maybe not, maybe he was excited to see me. Pummeled and hurt and just so happy to see his cute, froggy girlfriend! There's a word. Girlfriend. Am I a girlfriend? I am a girlfriend. I'd like to be. What a day when Izuku introduces to me to his mom and says, This, This is Tsuyu, my Girlfriend. She's so hot and we fight super criminals together and we support each other on the daily and we bang all the time. Best case scenario. Under the condition of no bumps in the road. Then again, what if Izuku turns out to be negligent or emotionally exhaustive or, gasp, abusive. People with Quirks, powerful Quirks, are so often jerks. Just cause they think they're special, cause they think they're big. I heard Todoroki's dad is a dick. Maybe he's number one or two or whatever, but he's got no tenderness, no affection. He hurt Todoroki, everybody knows. There's no justice in that. How can he be a top Hero with a heart like that? But I think Izuku is good. He's been kicked around. He knows what it's like to be ignored and unwanted and defenseless. He'll be good, I'll help him. He'll help me. We'll be good. I don't know why I'm thinking so hard. I should have brought some headphones for the trip to Izuku's. I got nothing to do but think.
She walked stiffly through a neighborhood she'd never visited before. She checked the map on her phone. She was a little blue dot moving slowly towards her destination, another block or so.
I'm beat from yesterday. Plucked a rubber bullet from my hair in the shower. Bumped and scratched. My ribs hurt from getting smacked. And my ass is sore from all the jumping I did. Going to the toilet today: impossible. Putting on socks: impossible. Cannot bend. I gotta take a cab or something home.
Yesterday was pretty much a failure. I thought Iida and I were fast enough to outmaneuver the Mecha but I guess not. Then I got tased, tossed, and gassed. But I did get to kiss with Izuku. So, net neutral?
She stood outside of a medium apartment complex, walked up the stairs with an unsure pace.
This is probably it but you never really know. I've never been here; I don't know what any of these places are. I should call him just to check.
"Hi? I think I'm coming up the stairs?"
"Okay. I'll wait outside for you."
"Sure. Fifth floor?"
"Yeah."
She trudged up the stairs. Goddamn, my glutes hurt so bad. Isn't there an elevator?
"These stairs are killing me, Izuku, Next time, you're coming to my place." It was easy to flirt over the phone. I wonder what his face looks like.
"Uh, y-yeah, next time."
Finally, she was at the fifth floor and Izuku approached her, putting his phone away. As he came near, Tsuyu saw his arms sort of flex, as if they wanted to rise and touch her, hug her. It was weird to see. Why does he stop himself from initiating touch so often? I get that he's sort of shy but haven't we gotten touchy before?
He'd like to hug me, I'm realizing now. Hugging is kind of embarrassing. Face to face, put your arms around me, and I do the same. We squeeze together. When do we squeeze? When do we break it? I'd like a hug and he'd like to hug me. So why not?
"Hi," Tsuyu said, smiling. She leaned in and swung her arms around his neck. He hesitated for a moment but relaxed. He settled his hands on the small of her back, brushed his cheek against her hair. They stayed embraced for a moment, then Tsuyu pulled away.
"Hi. You look nice." Izuku said.
"Thank you." Tsuyu did a lazy twirl. She was wearing a loose dress, pale purple.
He coughed into his hand. "Uh, so you wanna come in?"
"Yes, please."
They slipped out of their shoes, closed the door behind themselves.
"Is there nobody else home?" Tsuyu said.
"Uh, no. My mom went out to meet with friends. She won't be back for a while."
"Really?"
"Really."
"That's pretty convenient."
"Well, you know, I wanted to spend some time with you. We don't get to hang out alone very often." Izuku said.
"I wanted to spend time with you too."
"So, what do you wanna do?"
"Can I see your room?"
Izuku gulped but he was prepared. It should be fine, right? I cleaned everything. Put on new sheets. Vacuumed. Hid away some of the more excessive All Might merchandise. I sprayed air freshener in every nook of the room. It should be fine, right? Yeah? The jizz sock? His face barely masked his anxiety.
"Sure. This way."
He opened the door to his room. Tsuyu's wide eyes searched the walls, the shelves, the colors and shapes.
"You've got a lot of All Might stuff." She said. Izuku could not tell if she was passing judgement.
"I like All Might. He's my hero." He shrugged.
"No, I get it. My favorite was an semi-aquatic Hero named Madame Salamander."
"Oh, she's a legend."
"She doesn't have any merch though. Shame. I would've put her posters all over."
Tsuyu sat down on Izuku's bed absentmindedly. Izuku's mouth hung ajar.
"You know, once she got a leg cut off in a fight and I cried forever. I thought she was done. But salamanders grow limbs back! She was back to work in two or three months. That's a pretty crazy Quirk."
"Oh, yeah." I'm just realizing there's a girl in my room. She's sitting on my bed.
"As much as I liked her, she was technically pretty weak. Sure, she could grow limbs back but she didn't have any offense. She was nimble and bad-ass at taekwondo, kero. Yet, salamanders don't do much. I'm not even sure they have teeth. Not to seem cocky, but I think I could beat a prime Madame Salamander, one on one."
"Yeah."
She put a finger on her lip. "You all right? You seem kind of distracted."
"It's just, uh, you know, I never thought a girl would ever be in here. It's kinda freaking me out."
"Let's go get a drink or something."
"Yeah, good idea."
So they left for the kitchen. Izuku rummaged through the fridge.
"What do you want?" He called, head in the fridge.
"Do you have some sort of fruit juice?"
"Sure. Apple?"
"Perfect."
They took their drinks to the living room. Tsuyu sipped her juice and sat down on the floor.
"You roughed up from yesterday?" She asked.
"Some cuts and bruises. It was a quick loss. Nothing humiliating or excessively painful. How about you?"
"I'm very sore." She flopped on her stomach. "My hamstrings are killing me."
Izuku had an idea. He summed his confidence, dug deep into his machismo.
"Would you like a massage?"
He couldn't see Tsuyu's face. He could see her butt bump under her dress, could see the pale of her inner thigh. But he couldn't see her reaction. Oh, no, I fucked up. I'm being creepy. No, no.
Tsuyu spoke. "You know what? That'd be nice. Go for it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Your legs?" His voice registered disbelief.
"Yes, my hamstrings."
Izuku placed his hands just above the back of her knees. He made his hands into clamps and squeezed. Tsuyu's legs were sturdy, almost plump. He could feel the bundles of muscle just under her skin - pale and sumptuous.
"Your skin is really soft." Izuku gawked.
"Thanks. Amphibians retain moisture well."
His hands rose a bit higher up her legs.
"You can raise my dress a little bit." Tsuyu said. Her face was laid into her arms. Nobody could see her grin. Izuku, you fool. Haha! I'm seducing you. Touch me! Squeeze me! Let your imagination scream and wander! Your hands are kind of clammy. I can feel your heat rising. You think you're clever? Inviting me to an empty home, free from prying eyes and witnesses? Thank goodness you have such an odd family situation. Because now we have hours to work with. You knew what you were doing. So, now, can you take it to the next level? Are you gonna chicken out? Because if you can't, I will. Haha! Now, can Izuku take the hint? Can he interpret the signals?
Tsuyu's legs dimpled under the pressure of Izuku's fingers. She squirmed slightly. This does feel great actually. I wasn't kidding about my legs.
"This okay?" Izuku asked.
"Yeah, you're doing great. Maybe a little higher?"
Izuku hesitated. His hands were paused several inches under Tsuyu's butt. Any further would constitute a grope. Sliding his hands up would be a definite second base. Even this far had pushed his comfort zone. Tsuyu couldn't see but Izuku was all but shivering, sweating heavily.
"Am I okay touching your butt?" He squeaked, losing his cool.
"What?"
"Your butt. You're letting me touch it?"
Tsuyu couldn't believe that he asking this. Then again, he had always been polite and dorky about these things.
"Yes, I want you to touch it. Give it a squeeze."
"This isn't a very organic experience. I don't wanna force anything."
"You're not forcing anything. I gave you all the signals! I said go higher! I think I even implied you could undress me."
"I'm sorry! I'm nervous! It's all very fast-"
"Don't be nervous around me!" Tsuyu flipped over, propped herself on her elbows. The carpet bumped into her skin. "Have a little faith!"
"I can't help it. Looking at you makes my heart race! I feel like I'm gonna die, I get so excited." He said with a strong, clear voice. He didn't blush. Tsuyu did.
Suddenly, Izuku assumed a push-position over Tsuyu. He brought his face near to hers. The smell of her shampoo was close and powerful.
"I'm going to kiss you." Izuku said without indecision.
"Okay." Tsuyu whispered and she brought her head up to meet Izuku's lips. They kissed fearlessly. Their tongues bumped. Izuku felt Tsuyu's long tongue glide across his teeth. Izuku bit slightly onto Tsuyu's bottom lip. She pulled him by the waist onto her. Their pelvises collided. Izuku was dense and muscular. Her breasts squished against his tough chest. Izuku put his hand through her hair. Sometimes they missed and kissed the corner of the other's mouth. They readjusted. They pushed into each other, in violent spasms.
Tsuyu grabbed Izuku's hand and guided it towards her breasts. Izuku did not panic, followed her crystal-clear lead. He squeezed one boob gently, feeling the slight stiffness of her bra and the jiggle underneath. Under the bra would be impossible today, Izuku thought, considering Tsuyu's dress. But still he was over the moon.
Keep it cool, Izuku. You've just honked your first tit. What a monumental day. Keep it cool, keep kissing, squeezing. No need to panic.
Unconsciously, Izuku rocked his hips, grinding so slightly into Tsuyu. Her hand on Izuku's waist lowered to his butt and she gripped one of his cheeks with force. He yelped into their kiss. Tsuyu wrestled her tongue with Izuku's. Her eyes were shut with incredible tension. She had done so easily what I had failed to do. I don't understand how she can take lead so easily, Izuku thought.
Izuku began an earnest dry hump. Shifting the weight of his pelvis into Tsuyu's crotch. He was egregiously stiff and tried to match the bump in his pants against Tsuyu's own mound. He dug his feet into the carpet, pushed from his calves and thighs, dragged his erection from her thighs to her belly button. Their bodies mashed together. They humped and made out for what felt like forever. The apartment was silent accept for the sound of a ticking clock, their moans, and their smacking lips.
Finally, Tsuyu uncoupled their kiss to speak. "Hey, wanna do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"And you can say no. If it feels like too much, too soon."
"What is it?"
"How do you feel about going down on me?"
"What?"
"Cunnilingus, Izuku."
"Eat you out?"
"Yes."
"I'm not sure I know how."
While Izuku said this, he knew that this wasn't entirely true. There was a whole chapter on pussy-eating in Prince Charming. There were several sections explaining the fine mechanics of successful foreplay. He had skimmed the cunnilingus chapter. Diagrams and bullet points flashed through his mind.
"It's fine, nevermind. This has been fun so far." Tsuyu said, just a wisp of disappointment in her flat voice.
"No, no. I want to try. Just coach me a little?"
"Well, I don't know how it works either. However, I'm very interested."
"I guess just tell me what feels good."
"Okay."
Step One: Approach Your Target. Izuku kissed Tsuyu plainly on the lips with slow, lingered smooches. Then, he kissed her jawline and then her neck, her collarbone. Tsuyu's dress was still on and neither had made moves to remove it. The book said to work cautiously down the body. Kiss and nibble on her breasts, her ribs, her belly. Her torso was covered. Kissing her stomach through the fabric would be dumb. So Izuku scooched his body south, until his head was parallel with Tsuyu's knees and he kissed starting there climbing up the skin of her inner thighs, rising his hands alongside his face. Now, Izuku's face was snugly between her thighs. She didn't exude much body heat, considering her amphibianness. He slobbered a bit at the fattest part of her thighs. He hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them down. They were mint was a sticky, dark spot at the front.
"I like your underwear."
"Thanks. They're my favorite color." She said. If she was at all embarrassed, it didn't show.
Izuku ducked his head under the skirt of Tsuyu's dress. Okay, Step Two: The Dirty Work.
Tsuyu stared into the ceiling. Which was white, nearing gray. The color of dirty laundry, maybe. Her hands were knit on her stomach with expectation. He's down there. His face is inching towards my pussy. I'm excited. I've never had fellatio done to me. Everything I've read - advice columns, magazines, books on human sexology - tells me that every woman responds differently to head. For some, it's lukewarm and lame. Some girls only respond to penetration. I hope that isn't the case because I can't quite wrap my head around the act of sex yet. I liked the dry humping but sex is a whole new territory. But for some girls, head can be their only path to orgasm. So we'll see.
I took a shower this morning. So I'm clean all around. I haven't shaved in a while but I'm not an especially hairy person. Frogs don't have that much hair. I barely have eyebrows. I only have my hair so long because I'm scared it won't grow back if I cut it. Regardless, downstairs is tame enough. And even if it was a little bushy, I don't think Izuku is the judging sort.
I was so gung-ho earlier but now I'm a little nervous. I'm being self-conscious. I'm exposing my body to somebody else. There's a lot of trust involved. But I do trust Izuku, at least enough to see go down on me.
Ah, there he is. Kissing where my thigh meets my groin. Nibbling a bit. It's nice. But when is it gonna start? He's not saying anything. He's probably focusing? He's pushing my legs apart. I can feel his breath on my skin.
Oh. Izuku get your nose out of there! I wonder if I smell at all? The taste and smell depends on a lot of things. Like diet, hormone fluctuations, PH levels. I've been eating well. I should be neutral to fine.
Ah, oh, that's pretty good. That's really nice. Long strokes and a wide tongue, like he's lapping an ice cream cone. Yes, like that!
"That's good, Izuku." Tsuyu said, breathily. "That's really nice."
Izuku's head remained tented under Tsuyu's skirt. He raised a thumbs-up.
He's doing pretty well for a first-time job. And I like that he's working slowly. I'm past horniness. Horniness is anticipation. I'm participating in an act of sex. I'm aroused, I'm fully aroused. I am wet and Izuku is down there lapping it up. His cheeks are nuzzling into my thighs. I am experiencing sexual pleasure I've never encountered before. A warm, curious tongue tracing the contours of my lips. Oh, fuck.
"Mmm, yes! Izuku, like that!" She threw her hand into his hair, yanked his head closer into her crotch. Izuku operated with renewed vigor.
I might be a mile away from orgasm but this feels so good. There's a tickle in my gut building and building. Getting louder and bigger. She bites her lip. Her free hand scratches into the carpet.
"Izuku… my clit. My clit, please." She groaned.
There was a lot happening in Izuku's head. First, he was focusing desperately on the motion of his tongue. Second, he attempted his best to in-take all of the stimuli around him without breaking down. There was the sticky moisture now rubbed across his lips and cheeks. Tsuyu's lukewarm skin. His own stiff dick strained against his pants, the carpet. Tsuyu's hand tousled his hair, pulling every two or three licks.
Now, there was something new to think about. The clit. The clit. Where's the clit? Think Izuku. What did the the diagrams say? The vulva, the labia, the clitoris? I remember a diagram with lines and labels. Remember, remember.
Step 3: Finishing Moves. If the vagina is an army, the general is the clitoris. If you strike the general, the army crumbles, the territory falls to the conqueror. The general sits at the head of the army, at the very top of the vagina. Like any general, the clitoris is well-protected by extra defenses, the clitoral hood. With one hand, pull back the hood. Expose the general to weakness and barrage! Once you find the clitoris, attack with further intensity. The exposed clitoris is a bump of variable size, the surrounding flesh is also highly sensitive. It will feel like a nub against your tongue. Flick it, circle it, wiggle it with your tongue, suck on it lightly. A combination of these movements or, perhaps, one in particular will push your girlfriend towards successful climax. Soldier on! Your jaw might tighten and tense but each orgasm is worth a fight!
"Ah, you stopped." Tsuyu said.
"I'm trying to find the clitoris." Izuku tongued a bump near the top of her pussy.
"No, that's my urethra."
"Really?"
"Yes."
Izuku paused.
"Is that bothering you?" Tsuyu piqued.
"Uh, no. It's just - there's a lot of moving parts down here?"
"I guess."
"I'm sorry. I've just never been face to face with a vagina. I'm trying to comprehend it."
Tsuyu thought about how she'd never seen a penis or sack. "Hmm, that's understandable. Okay, go a little higher."
Izuku returned to work, began to investigate with his tongue. He wiggled against a new bump.
"Okay, oh, yeah. That's it."
He grunted affirmatively, busy.
Tsuyu's back arched involuntarily. New spasms of feeling were rolling through her. Sharp pleasures were happening, rising from her abdomen up her spine.
"Oh, ugh, mmm, Izukuuu…" She cooed.
Izuku alternated techniques. He plodded his tongue up and down the length of her vagina. Against the outer lips and the deeper, wetter trench. And, of course, he worked with attention on the clitoris, prodding it, pushing it, waggling it, and coiling his tongue around the small, tough knob. This went on for several minutes. Tsuyu's toes furled. Her chest rose and fell with gathering intensity. Her abdomen tightened and her legs stirred. Izuku's tongue rubbed stubbornly on a new angle of her clit.
"That's it! Right there! Keep it right there."
Izuku complied, jabbing with force and building intensity.
"Yes, oh, yes. Yes. Mmm." Tsuyu moaned.
An earthquake was rumbling through Tsuyu. A new fissure opened through her. A bright, cackling storm of pleasure billowed through her. Bullseye, fuck. That's it, there it is. I'm coming.
"Izuku!" Tsuyu squealed.
She shuddered and kicked her head back. Her eyes closed and teeth grit. Tsuyu's body stretched. The carpet scraped against her digging heels. Waves of goodness wriggled through her.
"Get off!" She said curtly, pushing Izuku off. He reared startled.
She panted and shook for several seconds. Her breath slowed and she picked her head up.
"I'm sorry. It's just sensitive right after. I couldn't handle anymore touch."
"That's okay. Did I get it?" He said, wiping his mouth, slick with secretion.
"Oh, you got it. Come here." She extended her arms. Izuku lay next to her and embraced her. She kissed him very weakly.
"Are you alright?" Izuku asked. Tsuyu was limp and sluggish.
"Yeah. I'm just a little dehydrated."
"I'll get you some water." He stood up.
"Thank you." She mumbled. Her eyes fluttered.
When Izuku returned from the kitchen with a glass of tap water Tsuyu was snoring gently on the carpet, her head limp to one side. He smiled. What a cute girlfriend I have. He went to the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet, a little blue-balled but content. Then, he returned to the living room and set an alarm for before his mother should arrive. He lay down with Tsuyu for a nap.