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She wondered how long they'd be able to get away with their rendezvous. It was a month since she'd snuck him into her room. And even then he'd been weary of getting too carried away and alerting the others of 1-A.
He'd been the most nervous each time. Even with the moniker of "Scheming Hero" he didn't make a habit of bending the rules. She'd teach him.
A twig snapped underfoot, earning a startled gasp from him. His grip tightened on her hand, his body stiff as the trees around them. She jolted to a stop, anchored in place by his grip.
"Don't worry, Shihai. Nobody else is out here."
"I'm just... nervous is all."
"Don't be. You trust me, right?"
What if Hound Dog scented them out here? He should turn back. What if they trip a motion sensor? They should both go back to the party. Back to Kinoka. What would he do? Maybe she'd finally notice his feelings. What if-
He swallowed his doubts, feeling the lump in his throat shrink just a bit.
"Yes. Yes, I trust you."
A squeeze on her hands now taking his. A soft smush of her lips on his. The lavender and cherry blossom scent of her shampoo and body wash wafting into his nostrils. A thump thump thumping deep within his chest. A stirring in his groin.
The weight of his feet left him as he fell back into step, following her ever deeper into the trees from the 1-A dormitory.
She smiled, her heart thumping in her chest.
The danger was always known to both of them. The reality that someone might catch them, the easiest students to miss in most cases, and know for certain that it was them.
The thought perked her nipples beneath her hoodie and made a wetness stir in her crotch.
No one could see her face, but she could feel the dizzying heat that swam from cheek to cheek. She felt that lustful, greedy, gluttonous pull inside her, demanding a feast of heated hardness and sinful indulgence.
They didn't travel too much further into the trees before she forced him up against a tree, soft lips on his and wild hands on his body.
His shirt was a loose fitting long-sleeved, not too easily distinguishable from his body at night sans the stripes at his shoulder and chest. A hand took the hem of said shirt and pulled it up, exposing his abdomen to the nipping cold.
He tensed up, his lips parting in the one sided kiss as she pressed forward, claiming his mouth with her own in a phantom siege. She moaned as she took his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled gently, pulling on it to bring him to her. He gasped again, still too stunned stiff and still to think.
She relented for a moment, freeing his mouth as she breathed into his neck, her hips pumping against his as her clawing hands gripped at his clothes, "Don't just stand there Shihai. Do something. Feels like I'm just molesting a pillow."
She kissed his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath her lips as he swallowed and breathed.
"One very cute…"
Another kiss.
"... very nervous pillow."
She took a pinch of his skin in her teeth, squeezing until he curled against her, hissing in pain and pleasure. She released the pinch and offered her apology in a tender, wet lick that chilled him as the night time air chilled the wet wake of the hot tongues passing.
"A pillow with a nice big dick I could ride forever."
She took the same spot into her lips, sucking hard and soft, her hips undulating against his thigh as he breathed deeper and deeper.
She felt his body relax as she continued to suckle his neck. His thigh was quickly replaced with his own hips, matching her press and retreat.
Trembling hands alighted on broad and curvy hips in a set of gym shorts fitted more for someone a few sizes smaller than her. Sweaty palms dried against the taught fabric, feeling the heat radiating through the polyester and cotton blend.
A wet pop, and he shuddered as the night air stung at his neck once more, the area now throbbing with its own heartbeat as a mix of pain and pleasure rang out from it like a church bell.
"That's a good pillow."
He'd once complained about hickies to her.
Only once.
That none could tell it apart from any other part of his or her skin proved how much more experienced she was then him.
He was a virgin when he'd started attending UA.
She wasn't.
She'd been his first, in quite a few ways. His first kiss. First time. First handy. First blowjob.
She taught him so many things.
She still had so much more he needed to learn.
He groaned, puckering his lips out for her.
She met him halfway, her mouth now welcomed in its hostile takeover. He quickly surrendered his mouth to her, his hands no longer shaking as they began to move across her body.
A hand went north, slipping beneath her fluffy hoodie and finding more hot expanses of skin as it swam up the valley of her back.
He felt left, right and center and in his heated daze found a lacking he couldn't understand.
The hand cupping and swirling about her derriere relished in a confusing, unbroken smoothness to the curvature beneath the shorts.
The heat felt at the pressing of their hips was too intense, almost intoxicating him.
Something was missing, but what? The blood was going everywhere but his brain.
She pulled away from his mouth, letting him breath for a moment.
Her words hit him like a splash of cold water.
"I'm not wearing a bra or panties tonight, in case you didn't realize."
His heart took off in his chest as he let the words sink in.
There was nothing beneath her clothes to slow him down.
He didn't have a condom with him this time.
She'd never been on the pill.
If they didn't stop now, they'd do something foolish.
Her hand ventured into his pants, squeezing his excitement beneath silk briefs.
They had to stop.
She came back to him, kissing him deeply as she stroked him.
They had to stop.
His hand came around to her chest, cupping her unbridled mount beneath the soft fluff of her hoodie, feeling the diamond that was her nipple dig into his palm.
They had to stop.
She took his bottom lip into her mouth once again, sucking it lightly.
They had to stop.
She released his lips with a wet pop, pulling away.
He felt his legs go weak, leaning on the tree for dear life.
They'd stopped just in time.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down made his throat go dry.
No. No. They had to stop now. He couldn't risk going any further.
The sound of her hoodie dropping to the ground sounded like thunder to him.
He stood straight, feeling his self control dwindling with each passing moment.
He had to stop.
She embraced him, her nipples prodding him through his shirt as she shared her body heat with him.
He had to stop her.
He wrapped his arm around her, feeling her kissing up and down his neck.
Stop her.
"Toru, we need to stop."
Her kisses never faltered, her hand slipping back into his pants.
"Then say it."
His shock at her statement must have been tangible.
"What?"
She stroked him through his briefs, her tone haughty and deliberate. Daring. "Say you want to stop. Walk away right now. Use your quirk to get away from me."
His breath caught in his throat. He could escape her right now, with his quirk. The night was his and she shouldn't use refract to stop him.
Her kisses stopped, her lips held against his hicky as she spoke, breathing hot on his skin, "I wouldn't stop you if you wanted to go."
He could leave right now.
He could walk away from her and end these trusts here and now.
No more worry.
No more hoping the condom didn't break.
No more sneaking.
No more hiding.
He could leave.
He could.
He should.
He wouldn't.
"I want to finish what we started. Do you?"
Her response caused a shock of excitement to run up his spine.
"I want to fuck this pillow."
His arms pulled her flush against him, his lips trailing across her shoulder, neck and jaw till he found her mouth, claiming her lips as his.
She welcomed his assault with glee, moaning into the night as he spun them both around and pinned her to the tree by her shoulders.
He stepped back for a moment before his bare chest pressed to hers, his shirt joining her hoodie on the floor. Her nipples danced across his skin, shocking them both as they embraced. The chill of the night air forced him closer to her, pinning her to the tree as she worked at his belt and zipper.
His hands had long since left her shoulders, traveling her sides and front as he searched, lips and tongue feasting on whatever skin they crossed before he kissed his way to the valley of her breasts.
He took as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, suckling desperately. She voiced her appreciation of his enthusiasm, one hand holding his head steady as a leg rose to coil around him. That pulling ache inside of her was growing incessant, the beast starving.
She bit her lip, trying to lower her voice. At this rate, they'd surely get caught.
The thought made her head swim with excitement. It was so delicious to think of the ways she'd be caught with Shihai.
His hands moved with purpose now. The hand that had been at her rear now dipped beneath the fabric covering her crotch, exploring the nest of curls and heated wetness he'd come to dream about.
A finger dipped into her heat and she squealed. A few pumps later and a second finger entered her.
Shihai groaned as five nails dug into his back, her other hand now skillfully stroking him through his briefs.
The sliding of silk and heat was almost maddening, but it was nothing compared to what he wanted.
What they needed.
Toru clenched onto him as best she could, rocking her hips on his fingers and stroking him. She could feel the slight callouses of his fingers.
The individual, piston-like pumps of each finger against her walls almost matched his hips as he humped her palm to the same rhythm.
She could almost imagine him inside of her again.
His careful motions vs her wreckers bucking and riding.
His shuddering breaths and his tender, trembling climax vs her earth shattering orgasmic seizures and shallow breaths.
The noises of their bodies moving against each other.
The smells they'd stir up, as their scents would mix and mingle and marinate the sheets.
The dizzying heated fullness of him stretching her walls and the ache of having him pressed up against her cervix as he exploded, trying his best to unleash his entire cumload on her unprotected walls and womb with nothing but a condom protecting her from motherhood.
Her heart fluttered. It wasn't enough to imagine the act.
Would Shishida scent her on him or vice versa? The mustiness would linger in her sheets and clothes so stubbornly, she'd had to trade laundry duty six times to cover her trail. What if he heard them out here now?
Would Kyoka or Meso hear the creak of her squeal in pain as her orgasm crashed over her in a tsunami of masochistic exhibitionism?
How many might have heard the thump and creak of her bed frame or floor boards?
If Hounddog was patrolling, he'd track them down in no time.
Maybe Midoriya would notice the difference in her stride, or how Shihai could only look at the ground around her?
Would Mineta hear them and jerk it to the thought of her pleasing herself alone, thinking he could ever help to satisfy her?
Would Midnight approach her about having a boy in her room? Would she punish her?
So many thoughts swirled in her head.
So many possibilities.
She needed to cum. She needed it so bad.
Shihai must have felt her clenching and read her mind. His fingers stopped pumping, knuckles dripping a puddle in the crotch of her shorts. She began to ride his hand in desperation, gripping his shoulders.
Shihai reached up and unwrapped her leg from him, feeling her tighten around his fingers even more as her foot came down and all but fucks herself on his hand, his knuckles drenched in her desperation. He grunted in pain as her nails gouged his shoulders from her grip on him.
He hooked his free hand into her shorts, tugging them down and off one leg as he knelt, taking her once again raised leg onto his shoulder.
With her legs opened to him again, he resumed his fingering. He straightened and curled his fingers as he pumped away, feeling her walls flex and quiver in response as his new angle of attack revealed her weaknesses to him.
"Oh God. Ohgod. Ohgodohgodohgod."
He was already hard and ready, but hearing her breathy prayers in the night had him leaking with each throb of rigid pent up heat.
He leaned in; kissing her hot and fuzzy mound, deftly licking his way to her clit. She went silent, her fingers releasing his shoulders to slide up his neck, holding him to her groin by his hair and jaw.
Whimpering, she stroked his hair, her fingers massaging his scalp.
"I love you, Shihai. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
A dark, beastly feeling overtook him at how vulnerable she sounded. So deeply in his control. Dependent on him for what she wanted. What she needed.
He slowed his fingering to a crawl. She protested, her wetness quivering around his digits.
She whimpered as he pulled out his fingers, feeling them chill to the bone in the absence of her heat in the night air.
He leaned forward, kissing her bushy mound. She understood immediately, moving her leg outward a bit as it rested on his shoulder, singling herself up to him. He kissed further down, licking his way to her swollen and ready clit. He latched onto it like he had her breast, suckling the fleshy nub like it would feed him. He took more of her mound into his mouth, feeling the tickle of her fuzzy mound on his face as a trickle of slickness flowed down his bottom lip.
A lick of his lips gave him a taste of her nectar. His mind went blank as he slurped and lapped. He bent down further, pressing his tongue up against and into her vulva and labia, searching for her slit. He was awarded with a steady trickle, greedily drinking her in.
He took his shaft in his hand, stroking himself to the rhythm he lapped. In turn, she freed a hand from his hair, tugging and playing with the same nipple he'd sucked. The cold nub sprang back to life, sending those pleasant tingles up and down her body in tandem with his sinfully gifted mouth.
Her body was on fire with the sensations over taking her. She could feel the coiling emptiness deep in her, building up more and more with each lick and suckle and pull and-
No no no, no it wasn't fair. Shihai needed some too.
Both her hands gripped his hair again, tugging back to get him away from her. He fought against her, licking more forcefully and making her toes curl and her knees weak.
"W-wait, Shihai. I-I need to-"
He stopped fighting her immediately, taking a breath. Her legs trembled as cold air rushed to chill her mound, her grip on his hair faltering a bit.
"Get up here. I want to suck the downing out of you."
He stopped stroking himself, standing and embracing her once more, running his heat up the space between her thighs till her mound rested wet and sloppy atop his shaft. He gave a soft thrust, gently fucking her thigh gap with assistance from her dripping wetness and his oral efforts.
The feeling was… appreciated. Her hands gripped his buttocks with a possessiveness he was familiar with, holding him pressed flush to her juncture, him throbbing between warm her thighs.
Her lips found his, swallowing his breath as they rocked against each other.
She broke the embrace, lips peppering down his chin, his neck, his chest and finally his stomach. He leaned back against the tree, a hand anchored into her hair as he guided her down.
Her breath was warm against his shaft, her fingers softly tracing down his torso and thighs as he waited.
He felt her head move, the tension on the hair around his fingers moving the hand further from his heat.
He waited, heart pounding as he remembered how warm and soft her mouth had been before. A tingle of excitement running across his skin.
Slowly, softly, she leaned forward, her lips kissing the head of his penis. He clenched up, throbbing against those soft lips.
She pulled away, licking the small stain of precum from her lips. The flavor was as salty as any boy she'd ever been with, but with a bit of sweetness to it.
He'd eaten more fruit like she'd asked.
He definitely deserved a reward for all that he'd done for her.
Opening her mouth, she took the twitching bellend of his meat into her mouth, lathering it with her love and saliva. Her tongue flicked to and fro at the glands beneath, feeling him fist both hands into her hair as his legs faltered.
"Ah… fuck…"
His voice, once husky with lust, was now soft and whimpering, weak at the sensations.
She'd have smiled if her lips were free. Instead, she bobbed her head and inched forward and back, fucking her own mouth with his hot tip.
He couldn't stop the string of curses from his mouth, nor could he still his hips as they twitched back and forth, hungry for more contact with her mouth. He was throbbing harder than he could ever remember, his tip buzzing in her mouth so warm and soft and wet and fuck fuck fuck
"Fuck. Don't stop Toru." He released his hold on her hair, both hand cupping the back of her head as he pressed her further onto him.
She resisted, only for the purpose of softly running her teeth softly across the slicked head a few times.
He buckled, and she felt a spurt of precum shooting into the back of her mouth, coating her tongue in bittersweet appreciation.
She pulled back and coughed. His hands release her, his nails gouging the tree bark as he panted.
She swallowed what he'd given her.
"S-sorry. I got carried away for a second. Here, let me-" He tried to stand, wanting to help her up. He offered a hand, but it was swatted away.
"I'm not through with you yet."
He felt a hand grip his sack gently, softly tugging and kneading the taut skin. Her breath once more on his tip was his only warning before her other hand gripped his buttocks, pulling him forward to her.
He felt her lips against his tip spreading as she once again took his tip. His mind went blank as she kept going, taking him into her mouth more and more. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her lips brush the base of his manhood, her nose exhaling hot air into his bush of pubic hair.
He tried to talk, but words were lost to him. Her tongue slithered against the bottom of his shaft, her lips tight around his base.
He was now sheathed fully in her mouth, his tip throbbing down her throat as his dick angled down into her.
He whimpered as she drew back, keeping his tip in her mouth before she fully engulfed him again. His own lips parted as he exhaled, falling back against the tree as she ravaged him with her mouth. He didn't feel the bark scraping his skin as he descended. He only felt her mouth on him.
She was savoring each stroke of her mouth, feeling her saliva coating his shaft, pooling at her lips, dripping down his heavy sack and coating her own hand. Every few sucks she'd taste a fresh surge of bittersweet precum for her efforts, her tongue lathering her own mouth and his meat in the frothy soup. Her hand at his buttock released it's hold as he sat at the base of the tree. The hand slithered up her thigh, a finger penetrating her wet womanhood like he had done. A second finger joined, curling against her walls as she felt the ache burning in the pit of her stomach.
His hands landed at the back of her head once more, pushing her down more and more as she slobbering his dick.
The sensation and the sounds she made. It was too much.
He gripped her hair, a hand along her jaw as he pulled her up. At the first feeling of her breath across his lips, he attacked her mouth. The frothy soup of her sucking was still present and he savored the taste, sucking her tongue into his mouth and devouring her. Her hand fingering herself came up to cup his cheek as she straddled him, his meat now hot against her thigh as she kissed him back with as much savage hunger. She could taste herself on his tongue as he could himself on hers.
Bitter and sweet and messy and delicious. This was what it wasted like when they fucked.
But a taste just wouldn't satiate them tonight. She needed a belly full of this taste. She needed him in her guts. Condom be damned.
The hand that had held his sack now stroked his dick against her thigh. He was throbbing so hard in her hand. He was fit to blow any moment now. She was dripping a puddle across his thighs and sack. She'd be damned if he blew anywhere but against her cervix.
She straddled him, her lips stuck to his as she raised herself up on her knees over his crotch. His tip pressed against her inner thigh, ready to stretch her walls.
She whimpered as she lowered down. His tip was parting her, and it was never an easy fit, no matter how aroused and ready as she was.
Some boys had the luck of being long and some had the fortune to be wide.
Kuroiro was blessed to be both in abundance.
Some girls would say he was cursed.
Hagakure would say they needed to shut the fuck up.
She released the kiss and held him tight as she descended his pole. He held her, breathing into her neck as she whined. He was almost completely inside of her now.
Her heart raised and she bit her lip, preparing for the inevitable.
She let herself drop to her knees, all her weight resting on him.
THUMP
She sheathed him fully inside of her.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and her body trembled as an ache radiated from her core. He breathed against her sweaty bare skin, and held her close, keeping as still as possible.
She breathed, teeth gritted as she felt her body fighting his intrusion.
He had hit her cervix, the literal end of her vagina.
He sat, savoring her hot wetness, waiting for her to adjust. His fingers softly kneaded her hips, trying to ease her through it.
He got the greenlight in the form of her hips sliding back, then forth, swirling him about in her walls.
He kissed her neck, gripping her hips as she continued to ride him, his throbbing returning with a vengeance as she gripped him.
"Ah." She bit his shoulder, her insides ablaze with pleasure and pain as she felt every vein and groove of his dick as it slid against her insides, making her his own.
"Fuck." He said as he felt himself release another spurt of pre in her depths, feeling the trickle of fluids around his meat.
He gripped her hips and gave a thrust.
She tensed up and he waited, listening to her breaths.
Finally she spoke.
"Do that again. Please."
He complied and she bit his shoulder again.
He felt her bounce against him with each thrust. The feeling of her skin on his, the hit depths of her body, the torturous build up in his shaft.
He lost control.
She felt him push her down to her back, his arms holding her to him.
Finally, he wasn't holding back anymore.
Her bareskin touched the cold soil and grass, and she couldn't tell if she shuddered from the cold or from him pushing her knees to her chest, his weight pinning her down as he trusted. He hilted himself once, then twice. Then thrice. Then she lost count as he punched her cervix again and again and again. His sack spanked her ass with each dive, the contents stirring and ready.
Her world became pain and pleasure as she cried, hot tears running down her cheeks as she felt the air forced out of her.
She flexed her kegels, feeling herself tighten at her entrance, stroking him as he destroyed her. The result was a thing of beauty.
She felt the wave crash down on her. She came with a whimper, grabbing his head and pulling him for one final kiss.
He felt her constricting spasms and gave one final thrust as her tongue danced with his. His shaft pulsed and swelled, releasing a torrent of hot seed against her cervix.
He grunted into the kiss, shuddering as he rocked against her for a few seconds before his strength left him.
He collapsed on top of her, panting. He felt himself shrinking inside of her, the very messy results of their sex coating his flaccid dick and oozing out of her and down her ass cheeks.
She panted as her senses came back to her. The ache radiating from her core was lesser now, but still there. She'd be sore for a week. Maybe more.
She released his hair, softly caressing his face. She felt where her slicked finger left a trail on his face, the spot especially slippery on his already sweat drenched face.
She pulled him in for a kiss, one far more tender and affectionate. He returned it.
His head now clear, he asked, "Was I better this time?"
She giggled, rubbing her nose against his.
"Best pillow I've ever fucked in my life."
20 minutes and one quick flaccid fellatio and cunnilingus cleanup session later, he was on the front porch of 1-A's dorm, barely illuminated in the shadow of one of the support beams as 1-B bid goodnight to 1-A.
He'd already said farewell to Tokoyami.
As he and 1-B began to walk back to their dormitory, Kinoko was at his side, questioning him.
"Shroom, where did you go, Shihai? We lost track of you when the party was really picking up."
A quick rerun of everything he'd done to and with Hagakure ran through his mind. The clean up blowjob had been especially pleasant for him: he never thought he'd enjoy eating his own mess so much. He had to stop himself from smiling.
Instead he shrugged, trying to maintain his normal appearance of listless ennui.
"I, uh, stepped outside to enjoy the dark, cool air and quiet. You know big, well lit parties aren't really for me as much."
Kinoko considered this, a finger up to her lips.
"Hmm, you're right. You could've asked me to join you. Mushrooms like the dark too."
He chuckled, remembering why he still liked her.
As she walked ahead of him, he couldn't help but notice Shishida casting a look his way and whispering something to Kendo, who similarly regarded him with suspicion.
The shy part of him cowered, not liking the attention. They'd definitely not buy his bs about wanting to enjoy the dark by himself.
The part of him that had earlier squashed the shy part made him look over his shoulder. He didn't make it known to many that in darkness, and especially at night, his eyesight was leaps and bounds better than 20/20.
The 1-A dorm was clear as day to him from even this distance. He could still see everyone walking about and cleaning up or going to bed already.
But one window in particular caught his attention. In the second story, on the side he presumed to be the girls' rooms, one window was being opened up, its curtains drawn back for anyone in range to see inside.
The room was dark, the lights off, but that meant nothing to him.
He could see her watching him, her off white hoodie and black gym shorts still the same she'd worn with him and when she'd excused herself as "going to bed earlier tonight".
Said hoodie was suddenly pulled up by an invisible hand, the shorts pulled down with another. Two orbs of light flashed where the chest of her hoodie had been and one orb of light flashed at where the crotch of the shorts had been. The hoodie and shorts were then quickly discarded fully as the window was shut and the curtains were drawn together.
He turned back around, the lopsided, white toothed and very toothy grin unimpeded on his black skinned face.
Heh, she'd flashed him.
This part of him didn't care if he caught the attention of his peers. He'd done something worth the notoriety.
He'd definitely be catching their attention again in the future.