Croaking Concert Under Neon Lights

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
Previous Story (Chapter 58): [LINK]
Beginning (Chapter 01): [LINK]
Next Story (Chapter 60): To Be Continued….

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The shopping district glittered like a jewelry box under the fresh night sky. Neon kanji flickered across storefronts, reflected in puddles from an earlier drizzle that day. Paper lanterns swayed above takoyaki stands, and the low hum of conversation mixed with J-pop drifting from open doors. Tsuyu Asui walked pressed to Izuku’s left side, her slender fingers curled tight around his bicep, eyes gently closed. She didn’t need to see; she trusted him to steer them through the crowd. The warmth of his arm beneath her cheek, the steady rhythm of his steps, the faint scent of his cedar-and-citrus cologne; these were enough to map the world.

 

Inside her chest, a quiet, buoyant happiness expanded like a slow bloom of pond lilies. ‘Just us,’ she thought, the words soft and croaky even in her own mind. She let out a quiet, “Kero.” as she leaned more of her weight against Izuku. No patrol alerts, no Busteez shifts, no Momo scheduling group cuddles or Setsuna’s teasing podcast interruptions. Tonight, Izuku was hers alone, and the thought made her toes curl inside her sneakers.

 

Momo had made it a rule from the start: Every girl gets exclusive dates when calendars are aligned. “A harem thrives on fairness,” their leader had declared, planner in hand, voice calm but absolute. “Izuku’s heart is big enough for all of us, but one-on-one time keeps it balanced.” Ochaco had nodded vigorously; Ibara had murmured scripture about stewardship; even Kaina had given a rare, approving smirk. Tsuyu had simply croaked her thanks and marked tonight in her phone with a tiny frog emoji.

 

Now, that promise unfolded in real time. Izuku’s thumb brushed the back of her hand in small, reassuring circles. “Careful, Tsu,” he murmured as a cluster of salarymen veered too close. He angled his body, shielding her from the jostle without breaking stride. Tsuyu’s lips curved; she pressed closer, the soft fabric of his jacket cool against her cheek.

 

‘He’s so warm,’ she thought, eyes still closed. ‘Like sunlight on river stones.’ The memory of their first kiss flickered, her tongue slipping past his lips in that dingy alley, moving deeper when he’d gasped and clutched her shoulders. That was a fun date, with Ochaco and Bubble Girl there, making everything more interesting!

 

A street vendor’s bell dinged. The scent of melon-pan wafted past. Tsuyu’s stomach gave a quiet growl. Izuku chuckled, the sound rumbling through his arm into her body. “Hungry?”

 

“A little,” she answered, voice low and content. “But I want to walk a little longer. Just like this.”

 

He slowed their pace, guiding her around a puddle that reflected the neon like spilled paint. “As long as you want, Tsu.”

 

She let out another soft kero. Squeezing his arm and letting the city lights blur behind her eyelids, letting the simple joy of it being just the two of them tonight settle deep in her bones.

 

The night’s gentle rhythm shattered with a shrill beep-beep-beep from a jewelry store two doors down. A man in a ski mask burst through the shattered glass, pistol waving wildly, eyes wide with panic. “Back off! I… I mean it!”

 

Tsuyu’s eyes snapped open. Izuku’s arm tensed beneath her grip. In perfect sync, they stepped apart, her fingers already brushing the Quickband on her wrist, his thumb hovering over his own. Green sparks flickered at his ankles; her tongue flexed, ready to lash.

 

But the pavement rippled.

 

A familiar blond head popped through the sidewalk like a jack-in-the-box. Lemillion, costume gleaming, grin brighter than the neon, exploded upward in a blur. His fist connected with the robber’s jaw in a clean, cartoonish uppercut.

 

“POWEEERRR!”

 

The gun spun skyward, glinting under streetlights. Tsuyu’s tongue shot out with a snap! A pink whip that coiled around the barrel mid-flight. She reeled it in with a soft kero, cradling the weapon like a caught firefly.

 

Izuku’s Quickband ribbons had already fully deployed; they retracted a split second later, leaving him in his hero costume. With a sheepish grin, he switched himself back to his civilian clothes, Tsuyu doing the same. They jogged over as Lemillion finished zip-tying the dazed robber with a length of Quirk-phasing rope from his belt.

 

“Nice timing, senpai,” Izuku said, offering a fist bump.

 

Lemillion returned it, then turned to Tsuyu with a theatrical bow. “And you, tongue like a frog, reflexes like a fly-swatter! Guess you really disarmed the situation, huh?”

 

Tsuyu blinked once. Twice.

 

“Kero,” she deadpanned, placing the gun in his outstretched hand. “That was terrible. ”

 

Lemillion’s grin didn’t waver. “Terrible is my brand, Froppy. Stick around, you’ll get used to it. ”

 

Behind them, the robber groaned into the pavement. The night settled back into its neon hum, date night briefly paused, but Tsuyu’s fingers found Izuku’s again, squeezing once. Later, the gesture promised.

 

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The police cruiser’s lights painted the sidewalk in pulsing red and blue. Lemillion leaned against a lamppost, arms folded, chatting with the arriving officers while the zip-tied robber groaned face-down on the pavement. Tsuyu stood quietly beside Izuku, tongue still tasting metal from the gun barrel, her fingers loosely curled around his sleeve.

 

One of the younger officers, a rookie with wide eyes and a fresh-pressed uniform, froze mid-step when he spotted Izuku in civilian clothes. Recognition hit like a spotlight. “D-Deku…?” he stammered, voice cracking. “You’re… You’re him, right?”

 

Izuku offered a practiced smile. “Guilty. ”

 

The rookie fumbled forward, hand extended. “C-could I… shake your hand?”

 

Izuku obliged without hesitation, grip firm and warm. The officer’s palm trembled. “Last year, during All for One’s attack… I was trapped under rubble in Musutafu. You pulled me out. You were bleeding, coughing blood, but you kept going, saving dozens of us. Watching you fight, even when it was tearing you apart… it’s why I joined the force. I want to make sure heroes don’t have to push to the brink like that anymore. ”

 

His voice cracked on the last word. The senior officer cleared his throat, stepping in with an apologetic bow. “Kid, sorry, protocol. We’ll take it from here. ”

 

Izuku waved it off, offering a genuine smile now. “It’s fine. Really. Thank you for what you do.”

 

Lemillion gave a two-finger salute, phasing through the cruiser door. The vehicles pulled away, leaving the street quieter, the neon softer.

 

Tsuyu hugged Izuku’s arm again, ready to resume their walk. But he surprised her, sliding his hand from her grip to settle low on her waist, fingers splayed warm against the curve of her hip. The gentle display of affection made her heart skip a beat as she let out a quiet, “Kero.”

 

She glanced up; his eyes were on the stars, but his smile was for her. “Still hungry?” he asked.

 

Tsuyu leaned into his side, cheek against his shoulder once more. “Starving,” she murmured, and let him lead.

 

The burger joint glowed warm and greasy, all retro red booths and the sizzle of onions on the grill waited for them inside. Tsuyu slid into the seat across from Izuku, knees bumping his under the table. A waitress dropped off two frosted mugs of root beer and took their orders (double cheese for him, teriyaki chicken for her). Tsuyu’s tongue flicked out to snag a floating ice cube, crunching it thoughtfully.

 

“Graduation’s in a few more months,” Izuku said, fingers tracing condensation rings on his glass. “Got any plans, Tsu?”

 

She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded. “Selkie offered me a spot at his agency. Rescue-focused, lots of water work. Kero.” She paused, then added quieter, “And I got an email yesterday. Hero in Hawaii, big coastal agency. Wants me for tsunami response.”

 

Izuku’s smile was proud, but his eyes dimmed a shade. “That’s amazing. You’d be perfect out there. ”

 

Tsuyu watched the flicker of sadness cross his face and felt a tightness in her chest. She reached across, fingers curling over him. “I turned it down. I’m not going anywhere.”

 

Relief softened his shoulders. “Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.” She squeezed once. “Home’s here. With you. With everyone.”

 

He exhaled, thumb brushing her knuckles. “I might start with Lemillion after graduation, just to get my feet wet. He’s got a solid team, he took over for Nighteye really well, good mentorship.”

 

Tsuyu nodded, careful to keep her expression neutral. All Might’s agency, the whole building, the apartments, the surprise party the class had been planning for months. She swallowed the secret like a stone, croaking softly instead. “You’ll do great wherever you land, Izuku.”

 

Their food arrived, steam curling between them. Tsuyu stole one of his fries; he stole a bite of her chicken. The future felt close, warm, and theirs…

 

The burgers disappeared in companionable bites, root beer fizzing between them. Tsuyu’s tongue darted out (playful, precise) snatching a fry from Izuku’s fingers before he could protest. He laughed, swatting at her with a napkin; she caught it mid-air, eyes sparkling.

 

Under the table, her sneaker slipped off with a soft thump. Bare toes found his thigh, tracing upward until her foot settled warm against his crotch. She pressed gently, rubbing slow circles through denim, feeling him harden instantly. Izuku gasped lightly; his chopsticks froze halfway to his mouth.

 

“Dessert somewhere else,” Tsuyu murmured, voice low and croaky with promise. “Kero.”

 

They paid in a blur, hands linked, the short walk to the love hotel became a haze of neon and anticipation. The door to their room barely clicked shut before they crashed together.

 

Izuku’s back hit the wall; Tsuyu’s mouth found his in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. Her tongue slipped past his lips (deep, deeper) curling down his throat in that way that still made him shiver. He groaned into her, hands frantic at her hoodie zipper, yanking it down. She mirrored him, fingers clawing at his shirt buttons, fabric tearing in her haste.

 

Their kisses were messy, desperate tongues tangling, teeth nipping, breath shared in hot gasps. Tsuyu’s arousal was a living thing, coiling tight inside her, flooding her veins with liquid fire. Every press of his lips, every scrape of his stubble, every grope of his hands on her hips or breasts sent sparks straight to her core. She was soaked already, thighs slick, pussy aching to be filled.

 

Izuku’s shirt hit the floor; hers followed. Her bra snapped open under his fingers, breasts spilling free. He palmed one, thumb flicking her nipple; she moaned into his mouth, tongue thrusting deeper, tasting root beer and him. Her hands shoved at his jeans, zipper rasping down, cock springing free into her grip (hard, hot, hers).

 

They stumbled toward the bed, shedding the last of their clothes in a trail of denim and cotton. Tsuyu’s kisses never broke (wet, open-mouthed, starving) as she pushed him down, straddling his hips, her slick folds grinding against his length. The room spun with neon pinks and blues from the heart-shaped headboard, but all she felt was Izuku, his hands, his mouth, the promise of more.

 

Izuku’s fingers hooked the clasp of Tsuyu’s bra with practiced ease, the black lace snapping open. The garment slipped from her shoulders, catching briefly on her elbows before falling to the floor. She stepped back, a playful smirk curling her lips, but her heel snagged on her discarded sneaker. With a startled croak, she tumbled backward, landing in a plush chair with a heart-shaped backrest. The impact left her legs splayed wide, her body framed like a provocative portrait, clad only in a black thong, the thin fabric clinging to her soaked folds, and thigh-high stockings that hugged her toned legs like a second skin.

 

Tsuyu’s hands flew to her breasts, palms barely covering her stiff nipples in a teasing shield. Her eyes locked on Izuku’s, half-lidded and gleaming with mischief, but beneath it, a raw, aching want. ‘He’s looking at me like I’m everything,’ she thought, heart thrashing in her chest. The intensity of his gaze, green, fierce, adoring, sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy clenching with need. She loved this, loved being the center of his world, loved the way his freckles stood out against the flush creeping up his neck.

 

Izuku dropped to his knees, crawling across the garish pink carpet with predatory grace. His eyes never left hers, holding her in a silent promise: I see you. All of you. Tsuyu’s breath caught, her fingers twitching against her breasts, nipples hardening further under her own touch. She bit her lip, a soft croak escaping as he reached her.

 

He started at her left thigh, lips brushing the sensitive skin just above the stocking’s trim. The kiss was soft, reverent, his breath warm against her. Tsuyu’s gaze stayed glued to him, watching his curls bounce with every movement, the way his lashes fluttered when he glanced up to check her reaction. ‘He’s worshiping me,’ she thought, arousal pooling hotter between her legs. His eyes met hers again, a spark of heat in them, and she shuddered, thighs trembling.

 

Izuku’s fingers hooked the stocking’s edge, peeling it down slowly, inch by inch, exposing pale, smooth skin. Each newly bared patch received a kiss: a gentle press here, a flick of tongue there, a soft nip that made her gasp. “Ahhhn, kero, kero… Izuku…” she croaked, voice thick with want. His lips trailed lower, following the fabric past her knee, over the curve of her calf, to the delicate arch of her foot. He kissed her ankle, then the top of her foot, eyes flicking up to hers again. The eye contact was electric, a tether that made her feel bare in more ways than just her skin.

 

She loved it, God, she loved it! The way he savored her, the way his hands trembled slightly with restraint, the way his gaze said ‘you’re mine’ without a word. Her fingers slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of one nipple before she caught herself, teasing him with a coy smile. Izuku groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he moved to her other thigh.

 

The second stocking came off slower, and deliberately. His kisses were hotter now, more insistent, open-mouthed, tongue tracing the faint lines the lace had left. Tsuyu’s head tipped back against the heart-shaped rest, but her eyes stayed on him, drinking in every second. ‘He’s so beautiful like this,’ she thought, heart swelling even as her pussy throbbed. His lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her knee, and she shuddered hard, a soft moan slipping free. “Kero… don’t stop. ”

 

Izuku’s hands slid up her calves, thumbs massaging as he kissed his way back up, eyes locked with hers the entire time. The intensity of it, his devotion, his hunger, the way he saw her, had her dripping the thong’s fabric dark with her arousal. She spread her legs wider, inviting, her hands still teasingly covering her breasts, nipples peeking between her fingers.

 

“Look at me,” Izuku murmured, voice rough, lips hovering over her inner thigh. Her eyes snapped to his, wide and needy, and she nodded, a silent ‘yes’. She was his, completely, and this slow, worshipful unraveling was everything she craved.

 

Izuku’s hands slid up Tsuyu’s thighs, thumbs brushing the damp lace of her black thong. His eyes flicked to hers, a silent question; she nodded, breath hitching. He hooked the fabric and tugged, peeling the soaked panties down her legs in one slow pull, the material clinging briefly to her slick folds before falling away. Tsuyu’s pussy glistened in the neon glow, pink and swollen, arousal dripping onto the chair’s heart-shaped cushion. He spread her legs wider, knees draped over the armrests, exposing her completely.

 

He dove in without hesitation, mouth covering her pussy in a hot, wet kiss. His tongue flattened, licking a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, savoring her tangy taste. Tsuyu’s moan was sharp, croaky, “Izuku!”, her hands dropping from her breasts to grip the chair’s edges. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently, then harder, flicking the sensitive bud with quick, precise strokes. He’d learned her body well, knew exactly how to make her unravel.

 

One hand joined in, two fingers sliding into her dripping heat, curling upward to find that spongy spot that made her see stars. He pumped slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, long licks, then tight circles around her clit. Tsuyu’s hips bucked, thighs trembling. “Nngh, yes, there!” she gasped, eyes locked on his, watching his curls bob between her legs. The eye contact sent a jolt through her, arousal spiking hotter.

 

Izuku’s technique was masterful. He varied pressure, soft sucks melting into firm, rapid flicks, while his fingers twisted, scissoring inside her, stretching her walls. His free hand gripped her thigh, holding her open as she writhed. He pulled back just long enough to blow cool air on her clit, making her whimper, then plunged back in, tongue thrusting into her entrance alongside his fingers. The dual sensation, wet, warm licks and deep, curling strokes, pushed her over the edge.

 

“CUMMING!” Tsuyu cried, back arching, pussy clenching around his fingers. She squirted lightly, juices coating his chin, but he didn’t stop. His mouth latched onto her clit again, sucking hard as his fingers pistoned faster, prolonging her orgasm until she was a shaking mess, moaning his name in broken croaks.

 

He slowed, letting her catch her breath, but only for a moment. His tongue traced lazy figure-eights, teasing her oversensitive clit, while a third finger joined the first two, stretching her further. Tsuyu’s eyes fluttered, meeting his again, his gaze was intense, adoring, hungry. “Again,” he murmured against her folds, voice muffled but commanding. She nodded, desperate.

 

This time, he focused on her G-spot, fingers curling relentlessly while his tongue flicked her clit in tight, rapid bursts. He alternated suction, gentle, then firm, his lips never leaving her. Tsuyu’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips grinding against his face. “So good, keroooo, Izuku, don’t stop!” Her second orgasm hit harder, a wave of pleasure crashing through her. She squirted again, soaking his hand, her walls spasming as she wailed, legs shaking over the armrests.

 

Izuku licked her through it, gentle now, lapping up her release until she slumped back, panting, eyes glassy with bliss. He kissed her inner thigh, looking up with a soft smile. Tsuyu’s heart swelled, she loved him like this, skilled, devoted.

 

Tsuyu’s chest heaved with aftershocks, her thighs still quivering over the armrests as she gazed down at Izuku, chin glistening with her release. A bubbly giggle escaped her, light and croaky. “Who taught you that, Izuku? Kero. ”

 

He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, freckles blooming red across his cheeks. “K-Kaina,” he admitted, voice sheepish, eyes darting away. “She… gave me a few pointers. Said it was ‘harem maintenance. ’”

 

Tsuyu giggled again, the sound warmer this time, affection swelling in her chest. ‘He’s so cute like this,’ she thought, loving how he hesitated, how even now, on their solo night, he tiptoed around mentioning the others. It made her feel special, cherished in a way that had nothing to do with fairness and everything to do with them. “You don’t have to blush about it,” she murmured, eyes soft. “I like that you learn for us.”

 

Before he could respond, she pushed off the chair in a fluid hop, landing lightly on the carpet. Her tongue lashed out, long, pink, and dexterous, coiling around Izuku’s torso like a living rope. He yelped in surprise, arms pinned gently to his sides as she reeled him in, lifting him effortlessly off the floor. “T-Tsu?!”

 

She hopped backward toward the bed, tongue pulling him through the air like a caught fish, her eyes sparkling with mischief. With precise control, she swung him in a gentle arc and deposited him flat on his back across the heart-patterned mattress, the springs creaking under his weight. Her tongue retracted with a soft snap, leaving him sprawled, breathless, and grinning.

 

Tsuyu pounced, knees bracketing his hips as she finished what they’d started. Fingers flew to his jeans, yanking the zipper down, shoving denim and boxers off in one urgent tug. His gigantic cock sprang free, over a meter of thick, veined glory, slapping heavy against his abs with a meaty thwack. It throbbed in the neon light, the swollen head already leaking precum, dwarfing his torso.

 

“My turn, kero!” Tsuyu declared, voice husky with hunger, eyes locked on her prize.

 

Tsuyu’s tongue unfurled like a pink ribbon, long and slick, curling around Izuku’s massive cock with practiced ease. It looped once, twice, three times, coiling tight from base to just below the flared head, the excess length flicking teasingly at his balls. The warmth and pressure were immediate; Izuku’s hips jerked, a deep, guttural groan rumbling from his chest as her tongue squeezed in a slow, rippling wave.

 

She began to move, up and down, the coils gliding in perfect sync, stroking every inch of his shaft with wet, velvety friction. The head of his cock peeked from the top loop on each upstroke, glistening with precum that her tongue lapped away with a quick flick. Izuku’s hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white. “T-Tsu…” he rasped, eyes locked on the erotic sight of her tongue milking him.

 

Tsuyu’s moans were protracted, croaky, “Keeeeerooooo…”, vibrating through her tongue and into his cock, making it throb harder. She loved this: the way his groans grew ragged, the way his abs tensed under her palms, the power of reducing the new Symbol of Peace to a pleading mess with just her Quirk. Her pussy clenched emptily, arousal dripping onto the mattress as she worked him.

 

She shifted forward, knees sliding up his sides, and offered her breasts. They hovered inches from his face, pert, pale, nipples stiff and begging. “How do you like this, Izuku?” she croaked, voice thick with lust. “A girlfriend who can stroke you with her tongue and give you her tits at the same time? Keeeeero…”

 

Izuku’s answer was immediate. His hands shot up, cupping her breasts roughly, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he latched onto one nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing, tongue swirling in frantic circles. Tsuyu’s back arched, a long, keening “KEEEEEEROOOOOO!” spilling from her throat as pleasure spiked from her chest straight to her core.

 

Her tongue never stopped, coiling tighter, stroking faster, the wet shlick-shlick of it gliding over his cock filling the room. Izuku switched breasts, sucking the other nipple with equal ferocity, hands kneading her tits like he couldn’t get enough. Tsuyu’s moans grew louder, more desperate, “Kero… kero… KEEEEEROOOO!”, each rough pull of his mouth sending jolts through her, her pussy dripping onto his abs.

 

She loved this, loved the way he worshipped her breasts while she owned his cock, loved the dual sensations, the way their Quirks and desires intertwined. Her tongue coiled higher, the tip teasing the sensitive ridge under his head, and Izuku’s groan vibrated against her nipple, pushing her closer to the edge without even being touched.

 

Tsuyu’s tongue pulsed around Izuku’s cock, feeling the telltale throb of his impending release, veins swelling, shaft twitching in her coils. She stopped instantly, unwinding her tongue with a wet shlick, letting his cock slap against his abs, glistening with her saliva. “Not yet, kero,” she croaked, eyes gleaming with hunger. “Don’t want this load painting the ceiling. ”

 

She shifted, straddling his hips, her slick pussy hovering over his massive length. One hand guided the flared head to her entrance, parting her folds, already soaked and trembling with need. The first press was electric, the blunt crown stretching her open, forcing her walls to yield. “Nngh, so thick!” she moaned, voice protracted and croaky. “Stretching my pussy wide, Izuku, keeeeerooooo!” Her inner lips clung to his girth, puckering outward as she sank lower, the sheer size splitting her in a delicious burn.

 

Inch by inch, she took him, half a meter, then more, her belly tenting dramatically. The outline of his cock rose beneath her skin, a thick ridge starting just above her navel and climbing to her sternum, pulsing with every heartbeat. Her pussy stretched taut around him, walls molding to every vein, every ridge, the sensation overwhelming. “I feel it claiming me,” she gasped, eyes locked on the bulge. “Pushing into my womb, owning it, kero, so deep!”

 

At the final inch, the head breached her cervix, nudging into her womb with a pressure that made her eyes roll back. A long, keening “KEEEEEROOOO!” tore from her throat, her thighs shaking as she settled fully, his balls pressed against her ass. Her belly bulged obscenely, the cock’s shape clear under her pale skin, flushing faintly with her arousal.

 

Tsuyu leaned down, breasts brushing his chest, and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss. Her tongue unfurled, plunging past his lips, curling deep, down his throat, past his collarbone, stopping just above his stomach. The stretch was intimate and invasive. Izuku groaned into her, hands gripping her hips, unafraid, eager. She moaned back, tongue flexing, tasting his heat.

 

‘He’s not grossed out,’ she thought, happiness blooming bright in her chest. ‘He loves this, loves me. I’ve found a guy who takes my tongue, my Quirk, my everything.’ Her pussy clenched around him, the bulge in her belly pulsing as she rocked slightly, savoring the fullness. “Mine,” she whispered against his lips, tongue curling tighter, heart soaring. “Kero.”

 

Tsuyu’s hips rolled, slow at first, savoring the impossible stretch of Izuku’s cock buried deep in her womb. She rose until just the head remained, her pussy lips clinging to his girth, then sank back down with a wet SCHLUCK, the bulge in her belly rising and falling like a piston. “KEEROOOOO…” she moaned, voice protracted, eyes half-lidded with bliss. Each grind sent sparks through her core, his thickness rubbing every sensitive spot inside her.

 

Izuku matched her rhythm, one hand gripping her hip, guiding her movements, the other palming her breast, thumb flicking her nipple. “Tsu…” he groaned, voice rough, eyes locked on hers.

 

She leaned forward, tongue flicking his cheek. “IZUKU!” she cried, hips slamming down harder, the bed creaking under them.

 

Their pace quickened, urgency building. Izuku sat up, arms wrapping around her, then flipped them in one fluid motion. Tsuyu’s back hit the mattress, legs spread wide, his cock never leaving her. He loomed over her, thrusting hard, hips snapping with One for All precision, each plunge driving balls-deep inside. The bulge in her belly jerked with every thrust, her womb invaded relentlessly. “KERO!” she shouted with each impact, the sound sharp, rhythmic, echoing off the neon-lit walls. “KERO! KERO! KERO!”

 

His hands pinned her thighs open, cock pistoning in and out, out, her pussy stretching taut, lips puckering; in, slamming home, the head breaching her cervix. Tsuyu’s breasts bounced, her tongue lolling, eyes glassy. “SO ROUGH, SO GOOD, KERO KERO KEERROOOO!!!!” she wailed, walls clenching tighter.

 

Izuku’s groans mingled with her cries. “Tsu, I’m,” he grunted.

 

“ME TOO, IZUKU! I’M CUMMING KEEROOOOOOO!!!” Tsuyu cried out.

 

They crashed over the edge together. His cock pulsed, flooding her womb with thick, scalding cum! Tsuyu’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her pussy spasming, squirting around his shaft, and then her Quirk surged. A thick, warm mucus secreted from her entire body, coating her skin in a slick, glistening layer, dripping onto the sheets. It was intense, primal, a mark of her strongest climaxes.

 

Izuku slowed, thrusting through their release, unbothered by the mucus, he’d seen it before. Tsuyu panted, cheeks flushing darker. “Sorry, kero… got carried away. ”

 

He kissed her forehead, smiling. “Never apologize for that, Tsu. It’s you. ” She melted, heart full, mucus and all.

 

Izuku eased out with a wet shlorp, his cock slipping free from Tsuyu’s stretched pussy. A flood of cum and her juices gushed out, soaking the sheets in a messy puddle that spread across the heart-patterned mattress. Tsuyu’s belly was flat again as he pulled out. They collapsed together, her head on his chest, his arms around her, the mucus on her skin warm and slick against him. For a while, they cuddled, breathless, happy, trading soft kisses and quiet keros.

 

The puddle cooled, turning clammy and uncomfortable. Tsuyu wrinkled her nose. “Kero… Sticky. ” She slid off the bed, legs wobbly, and padded to the bathroom, the mucus glistening on her skin. ‘Annoying part of my Quirk,’ she thought, stepping into the tiled shower. The thick, syrupy secretion always came with her strongest orgasms, lovely in the moment, but a hassle after. She turned on the faucet, but the mucus clogged the drain, pooling around her feet.

 

With a huff, she grabbed the detachable showerhead, cranking the hot water to full blast. Steam filled the space as the heat thinned the gunk, breaking it into runny streams that swirled down the drain. Tsuyu scrubbed quickly, the water washing away the last of her Quirk’s aftermath, leaving her skin fresh and cool. She wrapped a towel around herself, feeling lighter.

 

Back in the room, she blinked in confusion. The bed was stripped, the wet mess gone, new sheets already tucked in. Izuku stood by the trash can, holding up what looked like a giant tea bag, now bloated and heavy. “Mei’s latest,” he explained, grinning. “Absorbs hundreds of times its weight in liquid. Turns fluids into gel, then foam. ” He pointed to the trash, where chunks of packing-foam-like material bulged out. “One dip, and poof, clean bed. ”

 

Tsuyu’s eyes widened, then softened. “Kero… You’re prepared. ” She dropped the towel, crawling back into his arms on the fresh sheets. “My hero.”

 

They stayed tangled a while longer, limbs lazy, hearts slowing. Tsuyu’s fingers traced idle circles over Izuku’s chest until she wrinkled her nose. “You’re still sticky, kero. Shower. Now. ”

 

He laughed, bright and easy, and rolled off the bed. “Yes, ma’am. ” The bathroom door clicked shut; water hissed moments later.

 

Tsuyu padded to the window, bare feet silent on the carpet. Neon bled across the glass in pinks and blues, Tokyo’s skyline glittering like scattered jewels. She pressed a palm to the cool pane, watching as the heat from her body made the glass fog around her hand. ‘Ours,’ she thought, the city, the night, the boy in the shower.

 

The door opened. Izuku stepped out, hair damp and tousled, towel slung low on his hips. He crossed the room in three strides, arms sliding around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder. Tsuyu leaned back into him, warm skin against warm skin.

 

“Let’s stay the night,” she murmured. “My treat. ”

 

Izuku opened his mouth to protest (hero instincts, gentleman reflexes), but she cut him off with a soft croak. “I make more right now in Busteez “tips”. You’ll get breakfast, kero kero. ”

 

He huffed a laugh against her neck, lips brushing her pulse. “Deal. ”

 

She turned in his arms, kissed his cheek (soft, lingering), then tugged him toward the bed. The city kept sparkling outside, but inside, the world was just them.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)