Hello, I'm back. Happy Valentine's Day. Here's an appropriately themed chapter, albeit a bit late.
Thx for reading.
1) adults in adult situations
2) i don't own BNHA
Before School, 8 AM
Tsuyu walked to school at a distracted pace. Her large eyes tilted up into the brightening blue sky. Glass facades of office buildings reflected the myriad colors of rising morning - pastel shades of pink turning yellow turning blue. Tsuyu was less put together than usual. Gray blazer was wrinkled across the front, one of her socks was bunched around her ankle, and her hair was tied in a lopsided manner. If you asked Tsuyu if she were alright, she would've said, Yes, but I was so caught up in a dream that I overslept and left in a rush. Hence, the sloppiness. Prying further. Tsuyu, what did you dream about? She might've hid behind her bangs and said with a coy voice, Naughty scenes. Tsuyu tried to recollect.
I don't remember much. But that's how dreams are? You're left with just an aftertaste or the last scene. There was so much sensation. It felt more real than real, so visceral. I was in my bedroom, lying, anticipating. The room was orange and dim like on summer days, when the last bit of sunlight, the longest rays, paints the room the color of rust. My head was snug in a pillow and my arms were outstretched as if to catch something. I was wearing my uniform without the blazer. The shirt untucked and the buttons undone to my navel. And, I was hot. So hot. Sweat glazed across the skin of my chest and across my forehead and cheeks and behind my knees. The scenery changes, the dream mutates. I'm straddling Izuku. My fingertips touching his abdomen lightly. I continue to burn up and, yet, I'm frozen, I can't move. I can only stare at Izuku. He says,Tsu, do you want me to? And, I say, Yes, and suddenly I'm underneath him. His weight pinned my hips. My legs were swung wide, knees pointed out. Our stomachs met. Skin to skin, my sweat stuck to him. Then, it was over. I woke up just as sweaty as I dreamt myself to be. I suppose it wasn't so naughty or erotic. But, still, it surprised me. I didn't think I could conjure anything so sensual.
Izuku appeared at the corner of the next block leaning against a wall and checking his phone. He looked up and waved. A leisurely smile spread across his face. Cheerful was not the first word assigned to Izuku. Rather, nervous or polite. However, these days, Izuku was looser, taller, and so much more confident. Tsuyu felt an even stronger attraction to him.
"Good morning, Tsu." He said.
"Good morning, Izuku." She said.
Some days, when the streets were less than crowded, Tsuyu, shorty, tugged Izuku down to kiss his cheek. Today, Tsuyu was reluctant. Obviously, not because of repulsion but, recalling her dream, she was flustered. If there was any contact between them, surely she would think of nothing else today.
"Oh, Tsu, happy Valentine's Day." Izuku's eyes swiped furtively for witnesses and he kissed Tsuyu on top of her head. Surprised, Tsuyu stopped walking. She felt a rising heat from her diaphragm. Something molten spilled through her body.
"Uh, I forgot it was Valentine's Day." She said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, it just slipped my mind. I didn't bring any chocolates for anybody."
"I don't think anybody really cares." Izuku said.
"But it's my first Valentine's Day at UA. I feel like I've missed a moment."
"Well, I'll make it up to you. We can do something nice some other day." Izuku assured.
"Oh, like, what?" Tsuyu asked.
"Well, how about I come over? I'll bring a treat."
Tsuyu touched her chin, imagining Izuku stepping into her bedroom, sitting on her bed. "That does sound pretty nice. Would you bring me some cake?"
"Sure. We'll have a belated celebration."
"How pleasant. I'll see when I can send my siblings on some adventure so as to clear the house."
"There might be a fun movie out." Izuku proposed.
"You've got a lot of good ideas today." Tsuyu said with a subtle smile.
"I'm feeling sharp." Izuku beamed. "Strong. How are you feeling?"
Bubbly. I want to giggle and smile. There's heat. Rising heat. I want to be touched, held, handled, cuddled. Suddenly, Izuku is much cuter than I remembered. I'd like to kiss him, here and now. If I wasn't so disciplined, I certainly would. Why? Why am I suddenly so magnetized? Why am I feeling such a craving for… Tsuyu left her thoughts. "Good." She said.
They approached the gates of the school. The couple waved to Mina, who gave Tsuyu a sly look. As they proceeded further into campus, up stairs, through hallways, Tsuyu had an embarrassing realization. Her nipples were erect, her face was flushed. I've been horny since waking up and I'm really horny right now. I'm desperately aroused. She took her seat and rubbed her knees together. Anybody could tell she was fidgeting. That damn dream put me in the mood. But the timing is inappropriate. It'll pass. It'll wear off. I just have to stay cool.
After Lunch, 1 PM
It did not wear off. The excitement, the feeling of her skin expanding, became like background noise. At moments of rigor, Tsuyu was completely focused at the work at hand. However, any second not spent on schoolwork was ripe for daydreaming. That morning's dream returned and returned, flashed through her head even when she told herself to remain busy. Even so, she found herself straining to recollect the details of her dream. Trying and failing to reimagine the sensations. Specifically, her sweating belly rubbing against Izuku's. Slick skin gliding across skin. An attraction so strong she failed to feel embarrassment. Were there any other points of contact? Where were my hands? Was I squeezing, holding? I can't remember.
"Asui." Aizawa said, curtly. He gave her a look of annoyance.
"Huh?" Her voice was flat. It did not betray how surprised she actually was.
"You're not paying attention."
"No, I'm not. Could I use the bathroom for a moment?"
"Go ahead." Aizawa muttered. "Anyway-"
Tsuyu stood up and left, making sure not to let her face show to her classmates. Somebody would have understood how flustered she was feeling.
In a bathroom stall, she lowered her skirt and drawers to pee. As a good student, her phone remained muted in her backpack. Without anything to distract herself with, her eyes wandered across the floor, the toes of her loafers. She finished her piss. At the front of her panties, there was a spot of snotty substance.
What if I masturbate right here? I'm horny enough, I'm on the edge. And it'd be easy, wouldn't it? I've been aroused for a long time. What was planted should be reaped, right? Squeeze my breast through my shirt, fiddle with myself down under. I've got the visual material. Could I? An orgasm in under ninety-seconds would be a personal record. Anything longer would be suspicious? If I return five, six minutes later, somebody will think, Oh, Tsuyu just took a big shit. How uncouth. How embarrassing. Let's do it, quickly. No hesitation: go!
One hand lowered upon her crotch and she rubbed herself like she'd done so many times before, though always in the privacy of her own bedroom or bathroom. Yes, yes, very nice. Focus. Stay quiet, breath oh so slightly through your mouth. Scenes of passion. Myself experiencing touch. Allowing my flesh - thighs and butt and breasts - to be grabbed. Tension and pressure. What sort of face does Izuku make when he jacks it? How do his thighs and glutes squeeze? His bicep tense and hand pumping over his shaft and where am I? I'd like to see him fully nude and making noises of strain and panting in my ear and driving. I'm underneath. His humid weight pressed on me. I'm split, entered.
The restroom door swung open with a quiet, regular woosh. Hurried steps over the tile rushed into the adjacent stall. Tsuyu removed her touching hands from her body and pulled her clothing up. Feigning normalcy, she flushed and unlatched the stall. Who was in there with her? It didn't matter. She washed her hands, careful to eliminate the smell of vagina from her fingers. Tsuyu's face in the mirror was bothered: a minor blush across her cheeks and nose, little eyebrows folded inwards with annoyance at being interrupted. I should splash some water on my face. Droplets of water on the face are very convincing and natural. They signal, Tsuyu, might have been losing focus but she splashed water on her face and now she's ready for the rest of the day. Why am I thinking like this? I must be nervous. I am nervous. My heart is thumping. I was, just moments ago, masturbating at school, while lessons were delivered. If I'd been just a little deeper into the session, I might have moaned or made any number of lewd noises. And if anybody had heard me, I'd be humiliated. She exited into the hallway and returned to class slowly.
And now, I'm farther along than when I started! I've dug myself into a hole. She sniffed her fingers. I'm feeling incredibly vulnerable at the moment. I am nervous, horny, a bit paranoid, and not looking forward to opening the door, making eye contact with whoever, sitting down into my chair, attempting to pay attention. If I look at Izuku for even one second, I will envision us participating in a sex act. There are no brakes on this train! I want off!
Tsuyu slid open the door to the classroom. Izuku gave her a happy glance. A spurt of hot feeling rose through her crotch and belly. She would have liked, there and then, to straddle her boyfriend, throw her arms around his neck, and kiss him firmly. Damn, it's gonna be a long day.
After School, 5 PM
Lessons were finished and the school once again was vacated. Tsuyu left in something of a slump, exhausted from suppressing lewd fantasies and ignoring her yearning, hot body. She sighed, stepping into the late afternoon. I want to masturbate so bad but when I get home I'll have to make dinner. Satsuki might want to play. I won't have a chance until way later tonight. How tiresome? Izuku tapped her shoulder.
"Hey, wanna walk to the station?" He said.
"Sure." She smiled vaguely, mood improved. They walked for a while, both of them spent after a long week. Yet, they were comforted by the presence of the other.
"You know," Izuku began, "my mom is coming back from a conference tomorrow. I tell her then that you're gonna come over for dinner. You still wanna meet, right?"
"Yes! Of course. I'm really excited." Tsuyu said, mustering enthusiasm. It must not have been convincing; Izuku furrowed his brow.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"Today was more taxing than I expected." She said in a dejected voice.
The frustration had only gotten worse throughout the day. It remained a simmering, seething dull heat in her abdomen. She'd been focusing on trying not to focus on the accumulating wetness down there. But it'd been no use, she continued to think about nothing but touching, filling, fingers, mouths, and lips. At certain parts of the day, she'd found her thighs rubbing against one another subconsciously. It was all more bothersome than she expected.
"Is there anything I can do about it?" Izuku asked. He cocked his head in a puppy way.
Tsuyu put a finger on her cheek to think. Well, he's offering his help. Would it be uncouth to propose some liaison? I can't take him home. I could go to his? But I'd be home too late.
There was a 7-11 that Tsuyu passed on her way to and from school. On days when she was late or lazy, she stopped there to buy a donut or something else to snack. They were passing it now: their hazy reflections floated beside them across the glass. Tsuyu had an idea.
"Actually, follow me." Tsuyu said and grabbed Izuku's hand. They scurried through the sliding doors of the 7-11, to the back, and into the bathroom. On the way, Izuku made minor yelps of protest but followed. Tsuyu locked the door behind them.
"What's going on, Tsuyu?" Izuku asked, bewildered. He grabbed her shoulders. "Is everything okay?"
"There's something very important that needs to be taken care of right now and we have to do something about it." Tsuyu said. Here eyes were not as calm or assured as they usually were. There was a certain desperate quality to both her look and voice.
"Is there a Villain?" His eyes flared dangerously, his grip on her tightened. She didn't mind the physicality. She had been craving touch for some hours but wanted a redirection of exertion.
"What?
"A Villain! Is there danger afoot?"
"No! Izuku, listen calmly. There's no danger. Everything is actually fine. Mostly."
"Okay. Okay. There's no danger." He sighed. "Why are we in the bathroom?"
"Don't interrupt me next time! I was just about to say."
He softened, charmed by her pouting face. "Sorry, sorry. I was startled."
"Where was I? Yes. Izuku, allow me to be blunt. I've been extremely horny - since I've woken up. It's comes and goes, sort of. But I've been thinking about contact all day."
It has to be done. She thought. I can't wait any longer. I've got to put the moves on Izuku. She eyed him hungrily.
"Contact?" He watched Tsuyu grab his lapels, lean onto her tiptoes and put her mouth near his ear.
"To say that I've been dripping wet would not be an exaggeration." She said and rocked back onto her heels but kept her hands gripping his blazer.
Izuku was astonished. "D-dripping wet?"
"You know I like to keep my composure but I'm really at my limit here. I'm asking you to commit a lewd act with me, right here."
"I don't know, Tsu. The 7-11 bathroom?"
She put a long finger in his chest. "You creamed on public transit. Our first date ended with us in a public bathroom! This should be nostalgic if anything."
"Well, I guess what I'm saying is that I don't want us to develop a habit. Commit a sex act in public once? It's a fluke. Commit a sex act in public twice? Coincidental. Commit a sex act in public three times? That's serial, Tsuyu."
"I'm telling you it's an emergency. Please, observe." She grabbed his hand and led it under her skirt. The tips of his fingers grazed the pudgy bits of her inner thighs. His middle finger bumped into her clothed vulva. There it was: a soppy, sticky spot on her panties.
"Woah, Tsu." He said in a hush.
"Help me out here, please." She began to kiss him with eyes shut tightly, leaning her whole weight into Izuku.
He broke the kiss. "Okay, okay. What are we doing?"
She grinned. "You're going to finger me. I expect that you haven't done anything like that before so I'm going to guide you. No guessing here. It's going to be a quick affair. Here, I'm dropping my panties. One second, okay. Now, put your left hand on my waist. Perfect, hold on tight. Kiss me a little bit?"
Izuku tilted his face to Tsuyu's and was greeted with hungry, shoving kisses. He wondered, How had it come to this? Months ago, I was timid, confused, confident that I lacked the ability to attract. And that was fine. I had a goal. But now, I have something else. I have Tsuyu and Tsuyu has me. And, in a way, Tsuyu needs me. Or rather right now, she's being a little needy. She wants my attention and affection. But, I'm so happy. Somebody wants me, somebody needs me. It's physical at the moment but whenever I'm down I can count on Tsu. She comforts me, she makes me laugh. Ha, I feel so much older now, having somebody rely on me. I'm honest enough now to understand my feelings a little better. I want this. I want to be a part of Tsuyu's schemes and ideas and plans. And she's so hot and cute, with her face scrunched up, her tongue pushing into my mouth. I'm going to finger my girlfriend. It's embarrassing to think. But I have to, I want to. I want to make her feel good.
Tsuyu pulled away. Spit shone on her lips. She spoke again, in a breathless, frantic way.
"Take your finger. Which one's your longest? Middle? And enter gently. Oh, yes, good. Now, it's all about motion, alright? So you can either kind of go in and out. Or, you can bend your finger, like, like, as if you were flipping a switch. I'm not sure. That wasn't a good analogy. Wait! Yes! Like that. Perfect. Perfect. Do that for a while and, uh, also kiss me."
Izuku obeyed. He did not mind being ordered. Slide along the crease. I can feel where her skin ends and the, uh, inside begins. It's so slippery and smooth. And now it's enveloping my finger. There's so much moisture and when she moves it tightens. Her face is so cute. She's watching me and maybe not really thinking. But she's always thinking. He pushed further in and then retracted his finger and then returned it, back and forth, beginning to obsess over the sensation of fluid on his own skin. His other fingers grazed her vulva, pubic hair, thighs. With his other hand he squeezed her ass and felt himself stiffen. Never mind that. It's all about Tsu right now.
"A little deeper now." She said. "There's a special spot. When you find it, I'll tell you, then focus and really try to itch it. Obviously, not with your nail. Imagine, tickling it. Yeah, good. Okay, a little further up. Deeper. To the left. Yes!" Her hips bucked.
"Was that it?" Izuku said.
"Yes, yes. Right there." She stretched her neck to kiss Izuku, who was having a more difficult time holding, kissing, and fingering Tsuyu all at once. His finger was enveloped in superhot flesh and his finger rubbed against a rougher, slippery, bumpy surface. Tsuyu stopped the kiss and shut her eyes. It seemed he had returned to the proper spot. Her mouth opened wide without a sound and she bit lightly on Izuku's jaw. The situation was almost overwhelming but Izuku did not dare halt the momentum. He fingered with more intensity using shallow, frequent digs. For a long minute, he continued, feeling his index finger begin to stiffen and sore. Tsuyu feet skittered on the tile below and suddenly she clutched onto him and let out a huge, whiny sigh. Debilitating pleasure shook through Tsuyu, who grimaced and crumpled into Izuku's hold. He removed his finger. It glistened in the cheap bathroom light. He caught her without much trouble and watched the energy seep from her face. Carefully, without using the wet finger, he held Tsuyu. She shivered and let out several lukewarm pants.
"Thank you so much." She whispered.
Izuku crooked his neck to kiss her but she angled away.
"Sorry, but I'm very sensitive right now. I'd like to lie down but obviously that'd be gross."
So, she stayed silent and limp in Izuku's arms until, minutes later, she declared herself recuperated and stood herself up. Panties returned to their place. Izuku was tempted to sniff his finger, overcome with a flash of pervert curiosity but with Tsuyu there, possibly watching, he didn't dare. He washed his hands with thorough scrubs and too much soap. "That was really nice." She said, obviously relieved.
"I'm glad. Um, it was pretty hot." Izuku noticed he had been wearing a blush for some time.
"I'll repay the favor sometime soon, okay?" Tsuyu offered.
"Okay." They kissed again until the reality of hogging the bathroom became apparent.
"I think to be safe we should take different routes out of the store." Tsuyu said.
"Yeah, good strategy. I'll go ahead, towards the hot food."
"I'll walk through the magazines and meet you outside."
They gave each other looks of resolution, unlatched the door. There was nobody waiting to scold or jeer them. Everything seemed undisturbed.
Izuku nodded and stalked away in a conspicuous manner. Tsuyu would have giggled if she weren't so drained. She began to walk her route. It was only a moment before she saw Midnight, in civilian clothes, a burgundy turtleneck tucked into black jeans under a coat. Midnight flipped through a magazine filled with pictures of pop stars. Her sky blue eyes swung up to see Tsuyu.
"Asui-san." Midnight said. "Hello. Heading home?"
"Yes. I am." Tsuyu had no idea what to say. She hadn't spoken to Midnight in a casual capacity before. "I like your outfit." She said.
"Ah, thank you, Asui-san."
"Well, I'll be on my way." Tsuyu bowed politely and began to pass Midnight. A manicured hand gripped her shoulder lightly. She turned to see Midnight's smirking face.
"Asui-san?" Midnight took a long sniff. Her eyes fluttered. "Have you been up to something naughty?"
"Something naughty?" Tsuyu repeated, feeling caught.
"Yes, I can smell… passion wafting from your body. You smell like you've just accomplished something lewd and thrilling. No judgement, obviously, just surprise. After all, I'm hopeful that my students are finding excitement outside of their studies."
"Not at all..." Tsuyu broke eye contact. Her gaze zipped around. Izuku was at the door, just about to exit. The chime of the sliding doors began loudly. Izuku made a doomed face as Midnight turned around to see the focus of Tsuyu's attention.
Midnight lifted her eyebrows and smiled wide. "My, my. How lovely. An extracurricular rendezvous? Well, it's Valentine's Day. I won't keep you." She bent close. "Have a good day, Asui-san."
As Tsuyu walked past, Midnight gave her butt a little smack, winking. Tsuyu yelped and scurried outside to meet Izuku. They watched each other make faces of mutual embarrassment.
Tsuyu sighed with defeat. "Let's go home. Today has been weird."
"Sure." Izuku said. He wasn't as embarrassed, not having been confronted. Instead, he felt a modest glow. He grabbed Tsuyu's hand. She gave him a look of surprise.
"It's Valentine's Day, Tsu." Izuku said with a smile and not letting go.
Tsuyu brightened, leaned her head on his shoulder. They walked along, unfazed by the rest of the world.