Under the blanket

The needy, incessant tingling between Tsuyu's legs kept her awake, driving her mad with want and lust. After almost getting caught in the pool, she snuck straight to bed, hoping to find some sleep. Maybe a new opportunity for relief would present itself on the next day. But the intrusive fantasies, of fingers, tongues and cocks pushing into her wet folds, wouldn't let her rest.

She felt her cunt smearing all over the crotch of her frog-themed pajamas, as she rubbed her firm thighs against each other, trying to inflict at least some friction on her pussy. But to no avail. She needed more.

She stole glances at the futon on her left, where Ochaka was sound asleep, illuminated by the faint moonlight shining through the window. To her right, Mina was snoring lightly. Mina seemed to be a very restless sleeper, and had valiantly fought most of her blanket off already. The first few buttons on Mina's yellow pajamas were undone, and Tsuyu could see Mina's pink cleavage, rising and sinking with her every breath.

Watching the pink bombshell's defenseless, sleeping face, and how she presented her ample tits... The memories of her soft, mischievous fingers in Tsuyu's tight little pussy, came flooding in again, testing her restraint. Mina, I need you.....

Her hands strayed from her stomach and down towards her pajama pants. She lifted the stretchy fabric slightly, and slipped her fingers in, her eyes never leaving Mina's face and breasts. She shuddered, as her digits worked their way inside of her.

She turned around, lying on her stomach, her cute ass slightly raised, as both her hands got busy beneath her. She tried to take in as much of Mina's appearance as possible, but whenever she felt a wave of intense pleasure coming, she needed to burrow her face in the pillow, muffling her gasps as best as she could.

Mina moved again, and Tsuyu went still, only to immediately double down her efforts inside her pajama pants. Mina's top opened up even more, and one of her breasts slipped out of its constraints. Tsuyu wondered what Mina's pink, soft nipple would feel like in her mouth. She fantasized about twirling it around, sucking it, licking it, kissing it. Her mouth involuntarily replicated the motions that her mind imagined, as her fingers pistoned in and out of her cunt harder and faster.

Mina tossed and turned towards her, but Tsuyu didn't stop anymore. It was now or never. She imagined what it would be like, if Mina opened her eyes right now. How would she react, to seeing Tsuyu rubbing the ever-loving daylights out of her pussy, while watching her pink friend's exposed milkers. The thought was intoxicating to the frog girl. Would she masturbate as well? Maybe sneak under the blanket, to me?

Tsuyu's gaze wandered downwards. Mina's lower half was exposed as well. Her slipping bottoms showed off her mons. It slipped almost low enough to catch a glimpse of her...

"PANTY RAID!"

If Tsuyu wasn't Tsuyu, the calm and collected frog hero, she would have murdered Mineta, who came crashing through the dorm room, a bunch of panties stuck to the sticky balls on his head.

The lights went on, and the room exploded in chaos and screams. Momo was chasing after him, flailing wildly and reprimanding him. Apparently it was her underwear.

After a short hunt, the physical superior Momo caught the small Mineta. They had a quick talk in a corner, during which Momo let out a surprised gasp. Shortly after, she assured the other girls that the little creep would get what he deserved.

While she was dragging him out into the hallway, presumably to a teacher, Tsuyu couldn't help but notice two things.

First, the grinning Mineta didn't look like someone who was about to be punished.

Second, did Mineta have one of his quirk's balls in his pants? And did it become larger, as Momo pulled him away?

The remaining girls had a short talk about the situation, during which they agreed that they wouldn't feel safe without someone standing guard.

With her eyes wide open, and her cunt dripping wet, Tsuyu spent the rest of the night under the watchful eyes and ears of Jiro, clawing into the futon beneath her, to keep her hands from wandering.