Dates. Man, aren’t they peaceful? Just a girl and her man alone together doing things that’ll bring them even closer. While some can say that dates are the most nerve racking thing there is, Izuku Midoriya could say the absolute opposite. Midoriya will admit that he’s completely new to this whole boyfriend thing and it was difficult keeping his cool, but it wasn’t before long until he felt as comfortable as one can be around her. (Y/n) never judged him, reassured that everything is alright and that nothing would break them apart. Which leads them to today; the happy couple was out on the town doing a little window shopping. Today was perfect for such an activity. Clearly the forecast for sixty degree weather never came to fruition as it was actually nearing a hundred. Wow weatherman, way to lie to everyone.

As the date went on, (Y/n) and Midoriya were walking hand in hand. Midoriya couldn’t help but notice that his palms were unusually sweaty today and had to part the hand holding every few seconds in order to dry them off. Except, no matter how many times he’d brush them off the sweat wouldn’t leave. Much like glitter after an art project, it’ll stick around forever without any signs of leaving. Was he nervous and wasn’t aware of it? Was the hot weather to blame? 

That’s what Midoriya thought until he dug a little deeper. (Y/n)’s forehead and nose was glistening, large beads of sweat were rolling down them with each step she took. Much to Midoriya’s surprise, his girlfriend was the sweaty one yet he felt just fine. “(Y/n),” Midoriya began to speak up. “It’s really hot. M-maybe you should take off your hoodie?” Recently, maybe a few days ago at most, Midoriya gave (Y/n) one of his hoodies to wear since he’s a sucker for couple cliches. Ever since, (Y/n) would wear his hoodie whenever possible like right after school and to bed and he finds her loving affection to be downright adorable. He hates to tell her to take it off, but she’s suffering out in this heat.

(Y/n) sighed. She used her sleeve to wipe off her face. “I’d take this off if I could,” she admits with a pain to her stomach.

“Why can’t you?” Midoriya asked with concern. His girlfriend took a handful of the hoodie and lifted it up over her stomach to show off her flawless skin. (Y/n) was daring today as she was wearing nothing beneath. Midoriya began to blush, “why aren’t you wearing a sh-sh-sh-shirt?”

“Hoodies are so soft on the inside,” (Y/n) claimed as she lowered the hoodie once more to conceal her stomach.

“But you’d go… Shirtless?” Midoriya didn’t understand no matter how many times he’d wrap his  head around the idea.

“At least I’m wearing a bra,” the girl too went a little red in the face just speaking of her lack of clothing.

“Okay then,” Midoriya quickly grabbed onto the girl’s wrist, His emerald orbs frantically searched about the mall for a restroom sign. “I say we swap clothes! I give you my shirt, you give me the hoodie.”

“I don’t want you to suffer either Midoriya,” although (Y/n) would gladly admit he’s being such a gentleman right now.

“It’s fine, really,” Midoriya claimed.

How sweet of him, “I’ll change if we find a unisex bathroom.” Because it’d be wrong to whip off your shirt in the middle of the mall.

“Let’s go!” Midoriya took the lead as he lead his girlfriend throughout the mall in search of a unisex bathroom. It took quite a bit of searching, but they finally found one and luckily it wasn’t occupied and oddly clean as if it was never used before. The couple scrambled into the bathroom, flicked on the lights, the scent of lemon pierced their noses. They proceeded to strip themselves of their tops for the big switcheroo. Midoriya slipped his ‘flannel’ shirt over his head, motioning it towards (Y/n) to take, that was until he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his woman with an alluring head of ruffled hair standing in her form flattering bra. Her cleavage seemed to go on forever and Midoriya’s emerald orbs couldn’t divert their ways.

“I never really took you as one to stare Midoriya,” (Y/n) squished her breasts together all to make them look larger than they were before. Midoriya yelped, cupping one hand over the crotch of his pants whereas the tent within pitched ever larger with each passing second. (Y/n) pushed Midoriya backwards to sit upon the toilet. Although sitting, Midoriya fought her advances and continued to try and cover up his erection. She came back and managed to overpower his actions all to sit back and admire the feat she had done. “How troublesome,” (Y/n) sighed. “You can’t go back out there with a hard on.”

“Y-You’re…” Midoriya began to stutter. “You’re not grossed out because I got turned on by you?”

“Of course not.”

“Well,” Midoriya thought around the situation. There’s only two ways to solve this problem. Deal with it or, “Maybe I can quickly rub it out-”

“And I can help,” (Y/n) got down on her knees taking a seat between the boy’s legs, flashing Midoriya a cocky grin before working on the fastenings of his pants. Midoriya’s cock was heavily straining against the fabric showing how badly it craved relief. Despite all this, it wasn’t until (Y/n)’s hand palmed the crotch of his pants that Midoriya gasped! It was as soon as he gasped that hands flew up to clasp over his mouth to muffle his many noises of pleasure. (Y/n) was downright astonished by how Midoriya wasn’t fighting her sexual advances, not one bit. He was being submissive in this situation and she feels he enjoys his position very much. After fumbling with Midoriya’s boxers, ‘Pop!’ His length sprung free with a treasure trail of green leading to the base of his penis and a rounded pink head waving high. (Y/n) wasted no time in taking him within her mouth, rather surprised to have been able to take his entire length on the first go. She hallowed out her cheeks and worked her warm tongue over his length, the salty glow of precum staining her pink muscle. (Y/n) felt Midoriya’s scarred fingers wind their way within her locks with a low hiss of pleasure.

“(Y-Y/n),” Midoriya’s husky voice called out to the girl seated between his legs. Her perfect eyelashes batted at him as his head struggled to stay upright and the emerald of his radiant orbs remained forcefully shut. He’s so cute, (Y/n) thought about the male’s reactions. She wanted to make him feel even better! A quick thought and a glance down at her breasts, (Y/n) pulled herself off the boy’s cock coated in saliva. Midoriya whimpered, he struggled to peel his eyes open to inspect the reasoning behind his unfortunate pause. (Y/n) remained seated upon her knees between Midoriya’s legs, such a suggestive position, except one thing was different. (Y/n) had shed herself of her bra, her top half completely bare. Izuku’s face flushed an even deeper red at the sight as she held her breast by their undersides with care to lie them down upon the male’s lap. She progressed to squeeze her breasts together, his cock sandwiched between them. Her soft flesh caused Midoriya’s hips to unconsciously buck upwards, the head of his penis earning a butterfly kiss. (Y/n) started to move her breasts up and down, lightly suckling on his penis too. Midoriya’s legs were inching backwards within the seat, succumbing to pleasure, allowing himself more freedom to move his hips in unison with her actions. He was gasping, panting heavily, not afraid to hold back on the occasional moan.

(Y/n) moved faster, applying more pressure behind her breasts to hug his length harder. Midoriya could’ve sworn that he was seeing stars, unable to breathe. She could feel Midoriya’s cock throb, his hips thrusting faster, the sound of slapping skin filled the bathroom. Till finally, Midoriya’s hand found his mouth once more, muffling his loudest moan yet as he peeked! His white hot seed shot down her throat and mouth before she pulled back and cum dribbled down upon her exposed breasts. (Y/n) figured she’s gonna have to clean up but she’s not complaining either.

Midoriya was still recollecting himself from his climax. All so slowly, his emerald eyes would flutter open until he finally could focus enough to see his work sputtered about his girlfriend’s chest. “Oh god…” Midoriya sat forwards upon the seat, weird incomprehensible noises leaked from his throat as he had no idea what to do. “L-L-L-Le-Let me c-c-c-clean you up (Y/n)!!!” The boy finally pieced together a sentence and began cleaning up (Y/n)’s chest with a few sheets of toilet paper. That small feat in itself was hard to achieve as his hands shook at the thought of touching his girlfriend’s breasts first hand. It was adorable how Midoriya, despite everything that just happened, was still so flustered at the thought of touching his girlfriend’s breasts. 

When all was said and done, Midoriya finally gave (Y/n) his ‘flannel’ shirt as he had originally intended on doing since minute one while she gave him back his borrowed hoodie. The shirt was large upon her body, but it was the thought that counts. It was yet another sight that etched itself within Midoriya’s mind as the thought of his girlfriend wearing his clothes was sexy as hell. “Y-You really didn’t need to do all that for me (Y/n)...” Midoriya pulled (Y/n) into a sentimental embrace. “Thank you… It felt… Ugh… I can’t describe it,” To replace his lack for better words with actions, Midoriya began to lean in for a kiss.

Except, (Y/n) pressed a hand to his mouth. “I don’t think you should kiss me after that,” she giggled. Highly doubts the boy wants to taste a mouthful of his own cum.

“Did I- Does cum taste that bad!?” He gasped.

“It has its own… Unique taste,” was the easiest way she could describe such a bodily fluid.

Midoriya began to bow, “I-I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t apologize silly!” (Y/n) manually straighten out the bushy haired boy until he could stand upright.

“Can I… Buy you a coffee or a smoothie or something? I want to kiss you eventually today,” how precious can this boy get?

“Alright,” the girl snuggled herself into the boy’s side. “You’re buying me an iced coffee… The good kind,” which means one expensive trip to the nearest coffee shop…

“That’s fair,” Midoriya snuggled the girl in return. “I love you (Y/n).”

“Love you too!”