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Katsuki would stare at you with narrowed eyes when you hold your hand out and offer the piece of chocolate to him, your gaze wide and innocent until he pops the candy in his mouth.

Katsuki would be in a meeting not too long after, jaw clenched and teeth creaking when his uniform pants get too fucking snug for no reason. His cheeks will flush bubblegum pink, biting the head off of some hero he can’t remember the name of when asked what’s wrong.

Why the fuck can he only picture you face down and ass up in the air?

Why does he have to sink his nails into his thighs to hang onto his last thread of self control and restrain himself from palming his stiff cock when he thinks of your pussy split open for him?

Why the hell is sweat running down his temples and along his jaw like a goddamn river??

He doesn’t know.

What he is certain of, is his plan to tackle you to the bed as soon as he gets home. To cum the second he slides his achy cock inside your tight pussy, and then to fuck you until neither of you can stand to climax one more time.

Eijirou would happily accept the chocolate, humming in delight once he begins chewing.

Eijirou would then be relaxing with you on the couch, using every ounce of willpower to concentrate on the movie you’re watching together. His cheeks would turn as scarlet as his hair and he’d try to hide his face with the loose strands when you glance at him.

He’d squeak out that’s he’s fine when you ask if he’s feeling feverish. He’ll clumsily cover his cock with large hands, knees knocking into one another when he tries to close his legs.

Eijirou would whimper in your ear “fuck, I’m sorry baby, I need your pussy. I can’t stop myself,” as he gives in to the heat churning in his belly and bends you over the armrest of your couch to fuck you like a dog.

You’ll babble and gasp it’s okay, crying out his name when he makes you orgasm for what feels like the hundredth time — only for his dick to remain hot and full after he’s already cum inside you so much that you’re sure you’re going to get pregnant.

Shouto would take a bit more convincing. He doesn’t ordinarily eat chocolate, but he’s willing to try it if you’re the one presenting it to him.

Shouto would be leisurely walking alongside you in the grocery store, occasionally making noises of agreement as you tell him about your day.

Shouto would suddenly freeze mid stride, becoming rigid in the middle of the aisle. He’ll blink owlish eyes at you several times when you turn back to question what he’s doing.

You’ll snap your fingers to get his attention when he starts to stare at the swell of your tits for way too long instead of listening to you, cheeks filling out with a blush when he meets your gaze.

The next thing you know, your half full grocery cart is abandoned in the aisle and you’re yanked by the wrist back to your car in the parking lot.

Shouto would mutter breathlessly “sorry baby, I can’t seem to control myself,” when he gets your pants off, leaving the material to dangle from one ankle before tugging you down to straddle his lap in the backseat.

He’ll unbutton his pants and shove them down far enough to free himself, not bothering with your panties and sliding them to the side as he sits you down on his cock and let’s out a low moan.

Shouto will match your every move, thrusting upwards harshly each time you sit down. He won’t give a single fuck if someone walks past the car, he just knows he needs your pussy to keep swallowing his cock until the insatiable burn in his lower belly subsides.

the sudden change in atmosphere, the heavy kisses of your lips and the desperate grabs of your head had him in for a chokehold— almost ripping you out of your clothes and shoving you to the back of the car.

but he doesn’t.

all he does is moan into your mouth, pulling you over the arm rest and gently groping your ass. a subtle gesture, but he doesn’t let down. “please,” he says while kissing, taking his hand and holding his jeaned cock in his hand, “can you suck me off?”

you nod, kissing down his neck and undoing his jeans.

and its all a haze, his seat pulled back a little and his quirk starts to activate, inactivate, and the cycle continues. “my god, youre so good..” he hardens his hand, teeth biting down on his knuckles with a bouncing knee.

you know hes starting to get close, but its abundantly clear when he grabs you by your hair to make your head bob up and down at his pace, and his alone. with hardened hands, he used you , he used your mouth as a fleshlight. “fuckfuckfuck— gunna’ come..”

and it nearly kills you, his hips throwing themselves up and his cock stretches your throat, a slight jaw ache but you can feel warmth dribble down your throat. it was one thing that he was girthy, but it was another when he held your head down to the base with his quirk on.

“oh my g— im sorry!” he quickly stutters, and you come back up with some coughs. “i— i dunno what happened, i got so heated i just lost composure.”

“youre fine.. i kinda liked it?” you chuckled, watching his brain piece together as much as he could. “what?”

shinsou hitoshi, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari

sorry guys for the super long break i took from posting but here is a smau finally 😞

ugh i love kirishima