Hey, guys! GOTA is here with an interlude of 'Shima's Sail.' In this chapter, Izuku is going to practice putting on a condom as the inevitable day with Mina comes closer. Later, he goes out to relieve some stress until he encounters an unexpected friend. This is an OOC Izuku x OOC Mina love story. Enjoy!
It was now or never.
Mina was going to be out of town for a couple of days to take care of her ailing grandmother. She was sure to prepare him some of her homemade sweets and a kiss to remember her by. Izuku felt overjoyed, if not overwhelmed by the excitement of having a girlfriend.
However, the latter served as a lie as the thought of the inevitable day of Mina wanting to have intercourse with him was nearing.
Earlier that day….
Izuku felt his ear being tugged by Ashido's teeth. Izuku never minded whenever the pinkette did that. It served as a good measure, assurance that he belonged to her. As if the teeth marks were claiming ownership. Sporting her uniform, she came by to visit him briefly before she had to take a train to visit her grandmother in Hakodate for a few days.
She removed her mouth from his ears, only to transfer it to his lips. Both teens bathed in each other's love as neither wanted to let go. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Izuku didn't want this to end. Even with his combating erection in his pants, he fought. It didn't help that her panties were sitting on top of his pants. She would purposely spread out her skirt to tease the nervous emerald-haired teen.
They broke the kiss. "Your kisses are the sweetest things." Mina rubbed her stomach. "Deliciously yummy."
He couldn't respond. It was met with a kiss to the tip of his nose. "I know you love me, too." She batted her eyes. "Do you love me, I-zu-ku?" She blew into his ear.
"Of course, Mina baby," said Izuku. "I love ya like crazy," he said in a Kansai accent.
She kissed him on the cheek. "I love you lots as well," she said. She got from his lap and walked to the countertop where she left his backpack. "I've left you some cookies for the time being until I get back. These are the batches I made from work." She clapped her hands. "A sweet for my sweet."
The emerald-haired teen blushed. "I'm touched, Mina. thanks!"
"It isn't the only thing that is going to be touched," she said alluringly. That, in turn, made Izuku blush. "If I had time, I would surround your neck and collar bone with lots of kisses, covered by my hickies." She winked at him. "My way of showing my love and to alert any skank to stay away from Deku. He belongs to me."
"You belong to me," said Izuku.
She rushed to embrace the teen one more time. "Have fun for the next couple of days. I will miss you lots, Deku baby." She kissed him on the cheek.
"I pray your grandmother's okay," said Izuku.
"Same! Love you lots!"
"Love you too!"
Back to the present….
Izuku needed motivation. He went into his cell phone gallery where he found an image of Mina in a compromising position. It was the day when she was trying out her cosplay uniforms for work. As she was going back and forth in changing clothes, Izuku 'absentmindedly' took a picture of Mina in her striped blue-and-white panties. She was braless but her back showed her creamy pink skin. To think that this former gyaru kept a slight tint of her tan. A small reminder, if not a glimpse of her former self.
With Alexa playing softly in the background, it didn't help when it began playing J. Cole's "Wet Dreamz." If it was as if the gods were teasing the cinnamon roll as he started this new quest of manhood.
He used his teeth to tear open the condom. No way he wanted his fingerprints in case one were to ask questions. He could say that Tenya or Shouto dropped by and wanted to use his house as a venue to have their rendezvous. Of course, it was a lie but who would dare question him. He was a novice as a noob that was fresh to MMORPG gaming and a Luddite to technology. They were poor examples according to Izuku as he spat out the wrapper into the nearby trash can, but he didn't want people (more so himself) to think that he was preparing to have sex.
Maybe he wanted to think that it was only an experimentation of latex to skin. Maybe it was a shield to cover his mess from hitting his hands or on the sheets. Maybe he had purchased it just because he had some money to buy needless and pointless things.
Izuku dropped his head, feeling the heavy burden of the featherweight condom in the palm of his moist hands. To think that at some point it would wrap around his shaft and enter a woman. He slapped his forehead as he was making it much more difficult. He grabbed some toilet paper and placed the condom on it. He wasn't sure if the countertop could contaminate it.
Sitting on the toilet, he faced the door. He observed his surroundings. I am running low on shampoo. Maybe I need to buy some cleaning supplies. I do need to get some of Mina's soap. She does take showers whenever she visits.
Mina!
The cell phone stood on the countertop, displaying Mina's butt to his face. A smile spread across his cheeks.
And so was his rising son.
I think I can do this!
He retrieved the condom from the countertop. He held it gently like a newborn. Quite ironic as this shield would protect that from happening. He cocked his head at the picture in question. He stared into the picture as if it were the window to her soul. He knew that behind the panties was a portal that would lead him to a voyage he has never gone before.
He made a mental note to lighten his load on watching Star Trek.
He used his finger to glide the shaft, teasing it in order to think of Mina performing the act. He licked his dry lips, giving his moisture. He was able to achieve the erection.
Phase one is complete, thought Izuku to himself. Onward to phase two.
He took hold of the condom, sliding it gently at the tip of his penis. The contact made him ticklish. He was feeling a bit giddy. Not used to a foreign object was his reason. Prior to being in the bathroom, he read the instructions on the box on putting on a condom. It didn't seem like rocket science but was it in a sense fearful?
He stuck out his tongue as he inserted the condom around the phallus. Shocks were transcending to his spine. He tried not to think further, wanting to successfully insert a condom. He turned to Mina's picture as the source of his motivation. He used both hands to glide the condom onto his swollen shaft. His breath was becoming labored. The sounds of the bathroom were being filled with his slight moans. Echoes bouncing from wall to wall as he was inserting the condom.
His stomach was moving rampantly, his heart was beating fast, and seeing Mina in her panties was becoming too alluring to Izuku.
I made you peek, Izuku!
I love it when I can make you happy, Izuku baby!
Do you love my kisses? I always make it nice and tender. Sweet like you.
I want you inside of me, Izuku!
Jam your sweet, worthy cock into my throbbing member!
Oh, baby! Make me feel like a virgin again!
My pussy is frothing like a can of a shaken soda.
Tame this kitty, baby. Fill me with your cream! Cream this snatch!
Scenarios of thoughts of the possibilities that the pinkette would excite the emerald-haired teen were more than he could bear. As J. Cole continued to serenade the bathroom, so were the thoughts of Mina.
You know that feelin' when you know
You finna bone for the first time?
I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time
I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck with
And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick!"
He was midway of his shaft when he had climaxed.
He covered his mouth with his stifled moans. Each moan, he spurted. It was by the grace of God that his sperm was collected by the condom.
Embarrassed, disgraced. Just a touch of latex excited Izuku to climax.
Failure to launch!
He jerked back to the toilet seat in defeat. He grabbed his spunk-filled condom and tied it like a water balloon before tossing it in the trash can. He knew that he had eleven more but decided that today was enough work.
As he stood up from the toilet, he tried convincing himself that it happens to the best of them. He prayed that the words from Finch of American Pie were true and meaningful.
If he couldn't handle a condom, then how could he handle Mina?
After leaving the bathroom, he returned to the living room where he sat on his bed. There were things he could do to occupy his time. Yagi-sensei had a book report due next week. Assassination Classroom was releasing the limited edition of their first issue with yonkoma of rough drafts and sketches. His mother was planning to spend the weekend with him and tidying up the place would help.
However, it still didn't distract Izuku from the three-letter word. It is stronger than any drug.
Even love.
About an hour later….
No longer wanted to be confined to his finite space of a studio apartment, he decided to go on a bike ride. Normally, riding his bike was therapeutic. He felt one with nature ignoring the hustles and bustles of being in a vehicle. He felt the liberty of exploring whatever he could. And why not, that was always something he could find and enjoy. Stopping at his favorite bakery to get his usual cinnamon rolls; going to a bookstore to purchase a book or a magazine, or going to the arcade to challenge any adult or child to whatever game that was available. Overall, riding his bike was exciting and that was something that many people, at least in his mind, could not appreciate.
He ventured a few more blocks until he stopped at Mina's place of work - Valkyrie's. It was a maid/cosplay-theme restaurant. The kind of restaurant where the man pleasures himself as he can be called Master or whatever-your-name-is-sama. Colorful stickers etched with rainbows, unicorns, anything kawaii filled the finite space. Izuku normally would be teasing his girlfriend that he wasn't surprised that she came home sporting rainbow barf.
Itching for a drink, he decided to step inside.
"Welcome to Valkyrie's!" The triumphant cheers of women wearing maid and video game theme uniforms surrounded the shy Izuku upon entry. He had barely made a few inches into the establishment and already he thought about turning around.
It was the pull of his collar that deterred him from leaving. "So, this is the master that has taken our maiden away." He was familiar with that voice. A sickly sweet voice if he could find the right words. "Hello, Nejire!"
The happy-go-lucky, ditzy (somewhat stern) cyan-haired damsel announced her presence as she steered to Izuku's direction. Unlike the girls who would obviously 'slut' their appearance, she kept some form of modesty in her form of dress.
"Oi! Midoriya! That is Head Maiden Nejire to you, sir!" Hands placed on her hips, glaring eyes, and a short distance face to face. That was Nejire Hadou in spades. She turned to the girls. "At ease and return to your post, ladies. I got him."
Just as he was still contemplating leaving, she kept a firm grip on his collar. "Going somewhere, Midoriya?"
Before he could produce a vowel or a consonant, the teen spoke for him.
"Bzzzt," she responded as if Izuku's time to reply was up. "I think you were going to say, 'let's have a little tet-o-tet with me on my smoke break.'"
Izuku could never figure out her deal with him. They hardly spoke in passing, only when Izuku sat outside of the restaurant or not-so-often sitting in the break room whenever Mina was finishing changing clothes at the end of her shift. Her daunting eyes always met him when they crossed paths. Surprisingly, they were also classmates but they never interacted as often as they were in different grades.
Izuku was led by the hands of the cyan-haired damsel as they bypassed the Brony nightmare of stickers, rainbows, and potpourri. It was by the grace of God that the hallway leading to the break room was normal. she closed the door, pointing to a seat at the table.
"Midoriya! Let's have a talk about some things that needed to be discussed!"
"About what?"
"Ashido, of course!"
To be continued….