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Overall, Uraraka finds it ultimately manageable.
There are days, though, where the loneliness is hard to bear. Periodically, Asui—Tsuyu—takes pity on her and joins her for a study date. She sprawls her books, her planner, her pre-writing notes on the ground, legs forked along the ground and her skirt haloed around her, considering each item with a finger at her broad, thin lips. The tip of Tsuyu’s tongue protrudes, and Uraraka has to restrain herself from gushing about how absolutely captivating she is. Uraraka, instead, leafs through her textbooks and tries not to stare, accepts the minute brush of her thick fingers against Tsuyu’s long ones when she passes her a highlighter. Uraraka is certain that Tsuyu would come to her happily if she simply asked, but her nerves always get the better of her and it catches in her throat.
Though the other girls like her well enough, Tsuyu is her best friend. She finds comfort in her deep croak of a voice and the impressive splay of her hands and feet. Her company delights her, and her steadiness puts her at ease. Tsuyu doesn’t mind the days where Uraraka uses her to practice applying makeup, even though she is not the sort of girl who makes a habit of applying it to herself. She sacrifices a hand to Uraraka for the entire duration of the horror movies they sometimes watch. She, ultimately, doesn't judge her, and though she’s much less inclined to idle chatter than Uraraka is, she is always a brilliant conversationalist with valuable insight.
Thankfully, today is a day where Uraraka is blessed with her company. Tsuyu accompanies her down the stairs to her room. Their hands are clasped together. They are a mess of giggles, smiles, and friendly words—mostly Uraraka, but she is convinced that Tsuyu’s contributions are a testament to her excitement. She’s usually so quiet, after all.
When they get into Uraraka’s room, they seat themselves on the bed. Tsuyu produces a laptop wedged under her armpit. She visits Yotube; Uraraka points out the documentary she found a few days back. It’s about a particular species of frog found in the Amazon. Tsuyu ribbits, practically glowing when she agrees to it.
“You sure you won’t find this boring, Tsu?” Uraraka asks.
“Not at all,” she grins. “Maybe I’ll learn something about myself.”
They have to sit closely together to share the screen. Their legs touch. The laptop is warm in Uraraka’s lap. While a man with a calming voice drones on about the croaks these frogs emit at night, Tsuyu’s hand covers Uraraka’s, gives a little squeeze.
Uraraka tries to pays attention, but her mind wanders. The weight of Tsuyu’s palm over her fist drives her to think about how physical the two of them are. They, of course, hug. But they also have shared more than that and company. Their fingers have found purchase in each other’s hair. Their faces have touched, their arms have interlocked, and they are certainly not shy about kissing each other—their foreheads, their noses, and their cheeks. Uraraka wonders, her heart heavy, if the high from the attention is mutual. She wants to ask, but she’s also afraid that acknowledging their closeness to Tsuyu will break the spell.
Just as she thinks this, Tsuyu leans her head against Uraraka’s collar bone. Heat creeps up her neck. She’d love to let Tsuyu’s locks slide between her fingers right about now. Would that put her off?
“Tsuyu?” Uraraka says, voice cracking.
“Yes, Ochako?” Tsuyu’s chin rests on Uraraka’s shoulder.
“Do you ever feel...guilty?” Uraraka asks. “About liking girls and being with girls. Like. Do you feel like you’re being a creep for being interested in a girl that’s your friend?”
Tsuyu looks up at Uraraka. She seems to mull over this a bit before she lifts her head, pulls her hand to herself. “Sorry.”
“What?” Uraraka is bewildered that the contact between them has ceased, then alarmed when it occurs to her what Tsuyu is thinking. “No, no! That’s...not what I meant.” She wants the contact to continue, but she doesn’t trust herself to keep from saying something that reads as desperate. Her hand reaches for Tsuyu’s, knuckles brushing across her palm.
“Oh. Alright, Ochako.” Tsuyu’s head leans against Uraraka again, and for a minute, they hear nothing but the laptop expounding on the evolutionary benefits of the frog’s coloration. Then, Uraraka jumps, glancing down at her friend.
“Wait a minute. Did you just--?”
“Uh.” Tsuyu’s eyes lower, glancing around the room. “Ribbit.”
“You were thinking of me..?”
“Ribbit.” Her face reddens, her head tucks as if she’s trying to hide.
“Tsuyu,” Uraraka says, quietly. “Do you have...feelings for me..?”
Tsuyu’s answer is her skin changing color to reflect her surroundings, another, lower “ribbit.” Uraraka gives her a warm smile, taking her hands in her own.
“Y’know, you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed.”
Tsuyu changes back, glances up at her with her big eyes. She seems to be fretting; her lips quirk into a sheepish smile. Uraraka runs her thumbs up Tsuyu’s knuckles. They linger that way, eyes locked, blood flooding their faces. Uraraka breaks the silence, tilting her head down into her own neck.
“Can I...kiss you? Is that okay?”
Tsuyu’s expression is as hard to read as ever. Her response is much easier to; she nods, once, eyes glued to Uraraka’s face.
Uraraka leans down towards Tsuyu. Tsuyu meets her lips halfway. She is soft. The folding of their lips is delicate. Each brush against Tsuyu’s lips warms her chest.
She breathes against the corner of Tsuyu’s mouth. Her lips drag, press, pathing across her cheek to her jaw. She sucks against where she can barely feel her pulse.
Tsuyu’s reaction is more a breath than a noise; her fingers enmesh with Uraraka’s. Then, she squeezes her hand.
“Ochako.” Her voice is a whisper. Uraraka pulls back.
“I’m sorry. Was that too much..?” Uraraka’s voice is quiet, too.
“No,” she says, baring her neck to Uraraka, “I like it. Don’t stop.”
Uraraka kisses Tsuyu’s jaw once again. Her mouth follows the curve of Tsuyu’s neck, pressing against her soft skin. Uraraka mouths at her throat, sucking on the skin whenever she gets the whim.
Eventually she draws back, and Tsuyu uses that opportunity to reciprocate; she kisses Uraraka’s lips gently before descending to her neck. She lines kisses down the length of it, whispers into her chest that she would like to take off Uraraka’s shirt. Uraraka lifts her arms. When the shirt is pulled from her head, she sees that Tsuyu’s brow is wrinkled.
“How far...do you want to go..?”
Uraraka’s voice is heady with arousal. “As far as you want.”
“Can I touch you? Your tits?”
Uraraka feels her face heat up immediately—she’s never thought of Tsuyu saying anything remotely crude, yet she says this so casually. “Yes. Please.”
Tsuyu’s hands gather the plump flesh under her bra and squeeze; they are soft, they are warm, and they give between her fingers. She flattens a nipple between her thumb and index finger, running her palm over it until it sits hard against her hand. Uraraka chews her lip, reaching behind herself to unfasten her bra.
Once removed, Tsuyu takes the liberty of wetting Uraraka’s nipples with her tongue. Uraraka gives a plaintive cry as Tsuyu’s mouth closes over one, rolling the other between her fingers. Her hands fist around Tsuyu’s shirt.
“They’re so cute,” she whispers against a stripe of her spit. She cannot resist her urge to bury her face between them, kissing the valley they create pressed together.
She returns to sucking her nipples, and Uraraka’s body twists and writhes under the attention. She voices another pleading moan, tugs at Tsuyu’s shirt.
“Tsuyu,” she pants, “undress for me. Please.”
Tsuyu parts from her, a smile playing her wet, red lips. “Sorry, Uraraka. I left you alone, didn’t I. How selfish of me.” Her arms disappear behind her own back, under her shirt, fiddling with the fasteners on her bra. Then she pulls her shirt and bra off with one motion. Uraraka marvels at her bare chest, the bounce and weight of her round tits while she throws her shirt to the side.
Her nipples are dark and rigid in the cool air. Uraraka’s hands reach, fingers twitch in question. Tsuyu takes her hand in her own and guides it to her breast to cup. She closes in for a kiss. Uraraka tilts her head, mouth parting. Their lips push together, mouths opening to share breaths and tongues. There are a few soft moans as their fingers play at each other’s nipples—rubbing, twisting, pulling.
When Uraraka notices that Tsuyu’s hand has stopped, her eyes open. She sees, before her, Tsuyu with her long lashes down, her face pinked—it makes her heart flutter, and she breaks the gaze to look elsewhere. That’s when Uraraka finds Tsuyu’s hands are at her own waist, unzipping her skirt. Uraraka whimpers.
“You wanted me to undress for you, didn’t you..?” Tsuyu whispers against her lips. “Do it with me, Ochako, come on…”
“Yeah,” Uraraka manages, swallows.
They go about the awkward business of shucking their garments down their legs in the bed, Tsuyu leading. Uraraka is blessed with the image of Tsuyu, bare, when she pulls off her skirt and underwear at once. She marvels at her lithe body, the dark patch of hair above the glimmering string of fluid that breaks once her skirt and panties are at her knees.
Uraraka hesitates. She must look uncomfortable, because Tsuyu shuffles closer and touches her cheek.
“Sorry, just. Nerves, yeah?”
Tsuyu nods. “Together..?”
Uraraka nods, too.
Tsuyu leads Uraraka into lying down. When she settles into position, Tsuyu hooks her fingers in Uraraka’s waistband.
She pulls down her pants.
She pulls down her underwear.
She pulls down her gaff.
Uraraka’s genitals unfold, revealing that she’s wet, too.
Tsuyu’s breath catches.
Uraraka chews her lip. Tsuyu kisses her knee, higher, up to the slick spot at her thigh. Licks.
“What do you want me to do?” She purrs in that deep voice of hers. The way she looks up at Uraraka from between her legs makes her shudder.
“Ah,” Uraraka breathes, “you could...keep kissing my thighs? A-and...could you..?” Her hands grab Tsuyu’s, moves them to her behind.
Tsuyu kisses the bottom of her belly. “Of course. And your…?”
“Clit.”
Tsuyu smiles. “Your clit. May I touch it?”
“Y-yes. But. No sucking it. Or jerking it. Or not calling it a clit. It needs to be wet.”
Tsuyu’s hands knead at Uraraka’s ass while she nods. She kisses the nearest thigh, sinking into the softness with her nose. “I can make you wet, Ochako.”
Uraraka feels the heat flooding her face; she smiles down at her, all the same. “You already have, Tsuyu.”
Tsuyu squeezes Uraraka’s ass greedily, tongue flattened against her. Tsuyu licks the musky fluid from Uraraka’s skin, breath heavy against it. The tiny noises Uraraka utters are barely audible over the ad playing on the laptop. Eventually, Tsuyu grunts and closes it with her foot.
Uraraka writhes, reaches a hand around herself, fingers tucking in the cleft of her ass and sliding across her entrance. She makes another soft noise, then is surprised when a broad hand brushes against hers and takes its place.
“ Oh ,” she gasps, “Tsuyu, you don’t have to—”
“I don’t mind.” She kisses her thigh again.
“Are...you sure? I haven’t prepped...”
Tsuyu shrugs. “I have wipes. And lube. Under the bed.”
Uraraka feels Tsuyu’s fingers catch against her entrance. She imagines those long fingers pushing, pushing in, beckoning. She whines, giving in. “Then get them..! Please, Tsuyu…”
After kissing the tip of her clit, Tsuyu does as she is told. She spreads the lube across her hand, warms it while her mouth busies itself, still at Uraraka’s thigh. It feels a lot like she is worrying little red marks up her legs.
Uraraka is being punished for something. She’s sure of it.
“Are you ready?” Tsuyu asks.
Uraraka’s answer is a whine. Another one follows when Tsuyu penetrates with a slicked finger.
The intrusion spears her deep; Tsuyu’s finger feel so much longer than her own. Though she’s keeping her breath steady, she wants to squeeze with how freely Tsuyu’s finger moves. Uraraka gives a needy noise.
Then Tsuyu starts fucking her.
Her finger slides in, out, unhindered though Uraraka struggles to stay relaxed. The slow pace draws every curve and inch Tsuyu makes against Uraraka out, encouraging the thin, keening noises she utters. It doesn’t take her long to pant out that she wants, needs another.
Tsuyu obliges. When she flexes her middle finger in to join beside her index, Uraraka leans her head down, gasps. The intrusion is broader, blunter inside her. It wiggles against the hug around it, insisting Uraraka relax. Soon, Tsuyu’s fingers press inside her and stroke, almost placating.
Uraraka sighs, head falling back against the mattress. Her hand covers her mouth. She pulls pillows under her head so she can sit up. Her legs spread, inviting more of Tsuyu’s attention.
Once Uraraka is relaxed around her, she begins experimenting. Her wrist twists a bit while her fingers push in. Tsuyu seems encouraged by the sound Uraraka produces, the canting of her hips while her fingers drag inside of her. Then, she follows the curve she feels Uraraka’s insides snake into, probing. She does this again when Uraraka bears her heels down and squeals.
“Ohmygod,” Uraraka whimpers, biting her own fingers. “Please do that again, please Tsuyu…”
“You don’t have to beg, Ochako,” Tsuyu says, no, laughs. Uraraka warms up from her chest to her face, she’s never felt so gratified. “I have you. I’m here.”
Her fingers curve again and Uraraka moans. This time, she does not stop. She fucks her harder, thrusting with her arm rather than just her fingers.
“More,” Uraraka gasps.
A third finger twists inside her, and the stretch is exquisite, even if it burns. Uraraka’s nerves are alight, so when Tsuyu bites her thigh, she jolts, legs closing around Tsuyu’s head. She fucking glows, like this is the highest honor.
It isn’t long, between Tsuyu licking her clit and those fingers having their way with her, before she gives a sweet little noise and spasms. Uraraka gasps out her name before her eyes flutter shut. She claws at the sheets, and, though Tsuyu does not see her ejaculate, she knows that Uraraka—looking so blissed out, with her limbs loose against the mattress—is finished.
Uraraka writhes as Tsuyu’s fingers slowly slide out. She feels her move, plant the softest kiss against her open, gasping mouth. When her eyes open, she sees Tsuyu using her wipes to clean her fingers, balling them up and discarding them on the floor when they become unusable.
Uraraka sits up. Tsuyu looks over to her and smiles. Uraraka shifts, drapes her arms over Tsuyu’s shoulders, bumps her own forehead to hers.
“Let me get you off, Tsuyu.”
“I think I can manage to do that for you.” She winks and her tongue pokes out.
Uraraka stands up, guides Tsuyu to drape her legs over the side of the bed. Uraraka settles between them once she drops a pillow down on which to rest her knees. She glances up to Tsuyu’s face, which is angled down to watch her. Eye contact lingers as Uraraka runs her lips across Tsuyu’s thigh. She’s much slighter than Uraraka, so her legs seem so thin compared to the larger woman’s.
Uraraka lifts one of them and bends it over her own shoulder. The kiss climbs higher to the crook between Tsuyu’s leg and pelvis. Once her other leg is moved, Uraraka’s arm loops under it so that her hand can rest on the thatch of dark hair meandering down her mons pubis.
Tsuyu, even with mostly everything obscured by hair, is sopping wet. Whitish fluid drips down her lips, slow as syrup. Uraraka gulps, wiping her mouth.
“Nothing’s wrong, I hope..?” Tsuyu pipes, staring down at Uraraka—mostly obscured by her busom. Uraraka leans forward and kisses Tsuyu’s sex. Her drool clings to Uraraka’s lips.
“Not at all.” Uraraka slowly swipes her tongue up the wet seam. “Tell me what to do, okay? This is my first time…”
“Hngh,” Tsuyu whines, “Do that again? Your tongue is so hot.”
Uraraka licks her again, tongue laying broad and delving in just enough to feel the pink of her pussy.
Tsuyu gasps. “Keep...keep doing that.”
Uraraka runs her tongue along it, pushing deeper down to taste more. She glances over Tsuyu’s clit this time. Tsuyu tugs her close with her legs.
Uraraka begins to explore her more, albeit slower than ever. Her tongue worms just barely into her eager entrance, slides across her urethra, and swirls over her stiffened clitoris. This time, Tsuyu makes half a noise before it dies under her hand.
“Oh, Tsu, hun, that was so cute .” Uraraka tells her in an excited whisper. “Let me hear you, even if you’re being quiet.”
Tsuyu, between her panting breaths, bites her lip. She shakes her head. “It’s so embarrassing..!”
“It’s just me here. What is there to be embarrassed about?” Uraraka licks her again, smiles against her. Tsuyu’s hips tilt up, and she sighs a soft moan.
“That’s it. Let me hear if I’m doing good by you.” Uraraka draws her tongue across the nub crowning Tsuyu’s labia. Her legs flex and body shakes above Uraraka. She gives another soft, pleading noise.
“Can I put my fingers in you?” Uraraka asks.
Tsuyu nods.
Uraraka presses her index to, inside Tsuyu’s opening. She goes slowly to appreciate the hot squeeze surrounding her, the subtle texture underlying drool of her maw. She feels amazing. What feels even moreso is how she responds while her finger probes, the easing of her bite to invite her deeper.
Uraraka edges forward, tongue touching Tsuyu’s clitoris with the delicateness of a butterfly alighting a flower. Her tongue glides across it, up and down, a gentle rhythm. Tsuyu draws closer around Uraraka’s finger—she feels her need before she hears it.
Tsuyu voices a syrupy moan that speaks for them both.
Uraraka’s fingers tangle in Tsuyu’s pubic hair, pulling gently. She laps at Tsuyu, finger edging back and forth into and out of her. Tsuyu pushes down into the movement. To sate her, Uraraka gives her another finger. The soft sound of her slide joins the little moans Tsuyu makes.
Uraraka’s fingers delve in a rhythm established by Tsuyu’s hips. She lets Tsuyu decide what she wants and indulges her, so patient for her to get her fill. With Tsuyu’s cunt pressing to her open mouth with every thrust, Uraraka gets more than enough to satiate her needs as well.
“Ochako,” she gasps helplessly.
Tsuyu cums around her fingers, below Uraraka’s flickering tongue. Tsuyu’s legs quiver around Uraraka and her head falls back. Even while she spasms around her finger, Uraraka keeps feeding her until she is told to stop.
When she draws away from Tsuyu, Uraraka is panting. Her chin is shiny with her fluid. Her brown eyes watch Tsuyu as she winds down, committing the smaller woman’s wanton expression—her open mouth, her lolling tongue, her closed eyes—to memory.
Uraraka cleans her face with one of Tsuyu’s wipes. She also wipes Tsuyu down enough so that putting on her underwear won’t be a massive mistake.
“Kiss me..?” Tsuyu asks above her.
Uraraka smiles, stands, obliges. She expects a peck to be enough, but Tsuyu chases her lips and licks them in question. When Uraraka opens her mouth for Tsuyu, she gives her her tongue; Tsuyu sucks it in her mouth and wraps her own around it.
Uraraka and Tsuyu shiver.
“That was,” Uraraka breathes, “really...really nice.”
Tsuyu smiles at her.
Uraraka feels questions brew inside of her, a mix of emotions and uncertainty. She holds Tsuyu’s hand and they all still. They can worry about labels, about tangled feelings and concerns for the future, later. For now, she has Tsuyu and Tsuyu has her.
“Can I sleep over, Tsu?” Uraraka asks.
“Of course.” Tsuyu doesn’t even hesitate.