Warning this is a really shitty nsfw thingy I put together don't read if you are below age I guess

"Shōto!!" You called out to your beloved husband, who was currently coming out of the shower. After his rounds as a pro hero are done, he'd always liked to have a shower to freshen up.

"Lunch's ready!"

You both hadn't seen each other in a while, due to there being an increase in criminal activity lately, Shōto had been very busy.

So, you took it upon yourself to make him some lunch since he finished so early on that day.

You were ecstatic to finally spend some time with your beloved after almost a whole month of only being able to see each other during nighttime.

Not to mention that you both haven't had sex in a whole month.

It bothered you a bit, but you took in consideration on how hard it probably was being a pro hero. Shōto was probably exhausted. You could never force him to have sex with you.

You put the plate of food on the table, one for you, another for Shōto, and patiently waited, clutching your apron. You heard the bathroom door open, and your heart fluttered softly.

He walked into your shared bedroom, rummaging in some draws, closing it softly, and finally walking into the kitchen.

Shōto was wearing some black basketball shorts, with a loose, blue t-shirt. You smiled at him.

"Ah- Shōto! I made you lunch!!"

He gave the smallest of smiles, and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek. "Thank you, love." He said, as he sat down in his seat.

You, on the other hand, began to clean up the (messy) kitchen.

Shōto's heterochromatic eyes followed around the kitchen, as you tidied up the area, whilst he munched on the plate of food you made him.

Soon, his eyes wandered down to your body, your waist, and finally your ass.

Were you trying to tease him, Shōto wondered, as he observed you attentively, prancing around in your short shorts. You had such a great figure, he couldn't deny, and with those tight clothing he had to agree that, damn, you were fine.

"[Name]," your name rolled off his tongue, prompting you to turn your head to him, curiously gazing at him with your big [eye color] orbs.

"Come eat with me,"

You grinned slightly at his consideration before brushing him off. "Let me just clean the oven first!"

You bent over, dragging your sponge over the oven door, your asscheeks on full display.

Shōto quietly got out of his chair, silently approaching you, leaving his plate of food on the table.

He bit his lip, and took one last glance at your ass, before hovering over you.

Sneakily, he gripped your right cheek, earning a surprised squeak to this action.

"Sh-Shōto?!"

"Stop teasing me."

You tilted your head, cheeks lightly colored from embarrassment.

"Huh?"

Shōto tried his best to keep the noticeable hardness in his pants discreet, but it was impossible with the thin fabric of the shorts.    

Hmm, maybe I should tease him after all, you said to yourself as your eyes darted to the tent in his shorts.

Suddenly, your palm connected to the head of his clothed penis, creating a slight, quiet groan from Shōto.

"Hm? What's this?" You asked him tauntingly, before walking away from the male, opening the fridge and pulling out two cans of beer.

Shōto, slightly disappointed that you two hadn't gone farther, raised a lone eyebrow at you.

"But it's still pretty early in the afternoon?"

You shrugged. "We only live once,"

He gave you a disapproving look.

"C'mon, one drink, and that's it."

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Intoxicated you giggled happily whilst playing with the different colored hair of an equally intoxicated Pro-Hero Shōto.

You both were sitting on the brown squishy couch, countless empty beer cans on the floor.

"Say, hehehehe, Sh-Shōōōōto let me fi-finish tha-that job I started earlier!" You slurred, showing him a toothy smile, circling your finger around the tip of his cock. You climbed up off the couch, and kneeled on the floor, spread his legs and looked up at him.

Immediately, Shōto jolted violently forward looking at you with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

You wondered why his cheeks were such a vibrant color, possibly his flustered drunken state, or maybe the fact that . . .

He was aroused?

You pulled back the stretchy waist band of his shorts and gazed at his proud clothed cock. Flicking his dick with your finger, you smirked. "Hmm, yo-you're sooo happy to see me hm?"

His heterochromatic eyes were wide and somewhat crazed, & his face flushed with a deep rosy color.

You practically ripped apart the buttons on his flannel boxers, watching with great interest as his member basically popped out from its prison. You wrapped your hand around his veiny length and purred, "Mmm, so big and loooong, I can't wait to watch your cum drip all in my pussy baby~"

Shōto's dick twitched. You knew he loved when you talked dirty to him.

"I-I'll have to wash your mouth out wITH-" He cut off abruptly, at the feeling of a wet and damp  around his dick, when he looked down and realized that you had taken his dick head on.

You slobbered all over his dick, bobbing your head up his throbbing dick. You shoved his dick in your throat, nearly choking in the process, but you were too intoxicated to care.

All you wanted to do was suck him senseless.

The room was relatively quiet, he wasn't much of a moaner, except for the occasional groan from Shōto, that was it.

Your sucking quickened, and you were now digging your nails in his thigh in order to move faster up and down his dick, sucking in your cheeks for extra stimulation.

His groans grew louder in volume, as he came closer to his high, he gripped your hair and pushed you down hard, to the point where you were gagging.

With a final push, Shōto ejaculated, shooting his thick load in your throat, yelling out your name in the most lewdest way possible.

Coming down from his pleasurable orgasm, Shōto released his grip on your hair, and you removed your nails from his now crescent marked thighs.

You got yourself off his dick, semen dripping from your gaping mouth, as you giggled softly. You wiped the cum off your chin with your shirt sleeve.

Seeing the pro hero was sure a sight to take in.

There he was, the usually stoic, serious man, with his legs spread, his semi-hard cock out, and his bulging balls in full view. His hair was pushed back, showing some forehead, and his slight blush on his face lingered on his cheeks. Not to mention he had a thin layer of sweat running down his face, and his pretty pink lips parted ever so slightly. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes closed.

You stood up from the wooden floor, and walked back to the couch, a limp in your step from kneeling too long, and flopped next to a panting Shōto.

He fiddled the buttons of his boxers, and tucked his dick back securely back in the underwear.

He opened his eyes slowly, turning his head slightly to get a good look at you.

"I'm sorry, was I too rough with you?"

"Nah, it's fine."

So considerate.

You both sat in a comfortable silence. He rested his head on the coffee colored pillow behind him. You laced your hand with his.

"Aren't you going to return the favor?"

As if he was snapping out of a trance, he lifted his head, his ears pink once more. You thought it was cute that he could get so flustered yet keep a stoic expression.

"I'm kidding," you laughed.

He rolled his eyes, and turned his head to the wall to the left, facing away from you. You crawled over to him, cuddling up to him.

"We're soooo gonna regret drinking so much in the morning."

Shōto nodded and closed his eyes. Soon enough, he was fast asleep.

You followed.

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"Shōtoooooo," you moaned, holding your head in your hands.

Shōto, currently face down on the couch wallowing in his hangover as well, humphed in response. "It was your idea, (Name)."