"Here you go." Izuku placed down a bottle of tea in front of her; her favorite as well, the kind that she would have nearly daily. She was even thinking about going to get one in a couple of minutes. But here one was, right in front of her, delivered by Izuku Midoriya, completely unprompted. "Just in case you need it."

Yui raised an eyebrow, less at the drink, less at Izuku, and more at the fact that the random act of kindness had her heart fluttering. It didn't even matter that Izuku had gotten one for Itsuka and placed it where their fellow council member had been sitting before he left, just the random kindness had her feeling warm towards him. Warmer than she normally would, at any rate.

"Thank you." She nodded and opened the drink. It tasted better than normal. Strange.

"No problem." Izuku smiled at her. Last year during Christmas, they had given each boy something they were best at. Izuku won best smile, and Yui found it hard to disagree. But there were many other things that Izuku was best at. "I guess Itsuka went out huh?"

Yui just hummed and focused on her task as a member of the student council: drawing up a prototype for the school festival banner. She placed her pen to the paper and glanced towards Izuku as he started to roll up his sleeves.

He was trying to seduce her.

No. He just didn't want to get his sleeves dirty.

Then why did he do it so slowly? So sexually? The way he gently revealed his scarred forearms, showing off the layer of muscle that even his loosest shirts were struggling to hide now, was damn near one of the hottest things a guy could do, but only if they could pull it off. And Izuku was overqualified. In more ways than one.

She licked her lips, still tasting the tea he brought her. That flutter in her heart was on its way to becoming something more dangerous, a pounding where the softer emotions of adoration, respect, and attraction, were forged into harder, more primal emotions. Their eyes met and she felt a surge run through her body as he smiled at her.

He made smiling seem so easy.

So natural.

So attractive.

"What is it?" he asked with a light, slightly nervous laugh that made her feel just completely at ease. She had never really paid much attention to his eyes before, but she was starting to think that Izuku had the prettiest green eyes she'd ever seen. They were so energetic.

Yui shrugged at his question. "It's nothing."

"Alright." He kept smiling while he returned to work.

Before long, he moved again. He stood from the chair, bare elbow pressed against the paper to keep both him and it in place as he continued to do his task diligently. His brows furrowed slightly, lips pursed into a serious scowl of concentration. He looked so kissable right then. So kissable, and so many other things-able.

Izuku being the only male on the student council meant that Yui had an overabundance of time to appreciate Izuku's unique aesthetics. Of herself, Itsuka, and Momo, she'd likely be the first to admit that he was rather attractive. His smile really was the best of their class, but with his ever so slightly boyish face, his height, his large calloused hands, and his build, he was quite the catch.

Izuku stretched, the buttons on his shirt struggling against his muscles, while his belt could do little against the hem of his shirt rising up and out. A brief glimpse of his stomach hit her with a wave of lust that made her wiggle her hips against her seat. He was trying to seduce her! That had to be it. Why else was he doing all these random and incredibly sexy things?

She had thought about it, asking Izuku out. She was sure that most of the girls in their grade had. Some could be afraid, largely because of the rumor that Izuku's penis was more than impressive. Perhaps it was because of her quirk, but Yui's definition of massive was ever so slightly skewed. Even if Tooru had confirmed the rumor—-the exact logistics of it weren't known—-she wondered what exactly massive would mean on a human.

Was that the reason why he was still single?

It wasn't his sexuality. Izuku may be a nice guy, but it was easy to tell that he was attracted to girls. Very easy.

A test.

A small test.

She grabbed a box of pocky from her bag and placed it in her breast pocket. Due to her size, the pocky sticks were all but pointed at Izuku. With a slight move that would go unseen to all but the most scrutinous of looks, she shrunk the threads that bound a button, just a bit, and then leaned back with a stretch.

The button flew off and slid across the table, landing right in front of Izuku.

He looked at the button for a few moments, then looked up at her.

He didn't look her in the eyes as the bit of cleavage she had revealed made itself known. His face was red, and he started to stammer. "Yui, your, your chest."

"Chest?" She looked down and saw her pocky. "Oh! Whoops."

Izuku let out a sigh.

"I forgot to offer you some pocky." She stood and walked around the table towards Izuku, making sure her every step had that extra bit of bounce to it that guys seemed to love. Her hands were behind her back, all but shoving her bust at Izuku. With even just that one button gone, she could feel the remaining buttons struggling. "You want one?"

His eyes darted between her cleavage, face, and pocky so fast she wondered how he didn't get dizzy. Izuku swallowed and nodded. "Sure."

"Go ahead," She angled her bust so that the pocky was directed right towards him. Was this cruel? Perhaps. But, this was fair play. He had been seducing her for the past half an hour. She bounced on her heel slightly. "Take one."

"I uhh." Izuku swallowed and his nerves seemed to steel for a moment. She wondered what was going on in his head. What was he thinking? Would he do it? "Okay."

Her entire body felt flushed as she watched Izuku's hand extend towards her breast. Her nipples were pressing hard against her bra, and it was taking all her willpower not to rub her thighs.

He moved so slowly.

So intoxicatingly slow.

He stopped right before he reached her pocky.

She snapped her finger. "Wait, I know."

She moved back slightly and watched Izuku's hand fall down slightly. She grabbed a piece of pocky and smiled at Izuku. "Pocky game."

With the pocky in her lips, she stepped towards Izuku, still sticking her chest out. Izuku's face was beet red.

This was no longer simply testing him.

This was the test and application.

"Pocky game?" Izuku stared at her with wide eyes. "But, we're—"

"What?" she asked, barely keeping the pocky between her lips. "You don't wanna? It'll be fun."

Izuku stared at her for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, I guess if you're fine with it."

They both stepped forward, and her soft chest met Izuku's hard chest. His hard, broad chest. He leaned in, mouth opened.

The test changed.

It changed from seeing if Izuku was attracted to her into whether or not he was a good kisser.

She leaned forward when he bit down less than an inch away from her face, their lips touching in a violent softness that had her forgetting about the crumpled pocky that fell between them. In less than a moment, she felt herself grow addicted to his scent, his touch, his closeness, his body. It could be love, or it could just be the fact that she had gotten so horny that she was ready to fuck him then and there.

He gave a surprised gasp, and she forced the kiss harder. His shock lasted for less than a moment before he kissed her back. Their meeting of just lips turned into something clumsy, something rough, something wet, but wonderful all the same.

"Yui," Izuku muttered the moment she gave him a breath. "I…"

"Kiss me," she said firmly, leaning back towards the door to the hallway and locking it tight.

They kissed again, and this time his hands got involved. They went to her back, making her back arch in delight, then they went to her skirt, sending a wave of desire through her body while she continued to move and kiss him. Part of her was vaguely aware that the pocky had fallen to the ground, but most of her didn't care.

Izuku was a good kisser.

Her hand went down towards his pants and she felt it.

Excitement rushed through her as his girth became apparent, then after following its length for inches upon inches she finally found his tip.

She wanted to tear those pants open like they were a christmas present.

"Yui… I can explain, I—"

She kissed him again.

"Fuck me."

XXXX

"Fuck me."

Izuku could physically feel the blood rushing from his brain to the other parts of his body, namely his penis. It had started out simple enough, the look Yui had given him had been just plain hot. Then her button popped off when she stretched, giving him an eye full of her cleavage. To top things off, she had bounced over to him, sticking her chest out and even pressing her breasts against him, and then started to kiss him. The kiss had been fantastic, and enough to make Izuku want to continue whatever Yui had in mind.

But the thing that really sealed the deal.

The thing that really made all of this feel so real that he had reached a new level of arousal.

Was when she locked the door.

That added level of privacy made this encounter feel so much more intimate.

"What about Itsuka? And Momo?" Izuku stood there like his feet were glued to the ground and watched Yui take her shirt off, button by button.

With a dry look on her face that made the fire in her blue eyes stand out all the more, Yui tossed her shirt onto the table with a level of casualness that looked like no more thought was put into it than if she tossed it in a dirty clothes bin. But Izuku was more enamoured by Yui's body.

The plain dark brown bra looked like it was struggling to contain Yui's breasts, while the black strings of her underwear rode up on her hips and stuck out from her skirt ever so slightly. She had a firm, slender stomach and wide hips, all of which he wanted to grab, grope, and just touch in general.

"You're beautiful." Was he supposed to say stuff like that? Where was this going? Should he be moving? Should he be trying to grab her?

"Take off your shirt." Yui placed her hand against his chest and pushed him against the wall, ignoring any of the possible seats they could have used in the student council room, including the couch that had been there since before they were.

"Okay—"

Izuku started and stopped when his pants were all but ripped from his hips so fast he was only aware of it when his rock hard dick flopped into Yui's hands.

"Hmm," Yui hummed, her face still slightly emotionless as his dick pressed against her cheek. She maintained eye contact and began to trail her fingers up and down his shaft. It felt like his dick was bigger than usual, and far harder than usual, hard enough that he could break concrete with it. "The rumors don't do you justice, Izuku."

She hummed and licked his tip ever so slightly.

"Yui—"

"Impressive length. Girth not far behind. But more than that, there's the shape."

"The shape?" He squeaked, as she kissed and licked his penis. The pleasure of this sensation rivaled that of any climax he reached from masturbation. "Oh god."

"Yes, the shape," Yui kissed his tip again. The fact that she never once broke eye contact was so hot. "I can just tell it's going to feel good inside of me."

"Inside?"

She nodded and swallowed some of his dick, her head moving slowly while her tongue ran circles around it. Every single time she kissed, licked, and sucked, he couldn't help but let out a moan. She stood slowly, her skirt and panties falling down without any assistance. "I have a small mouth, and I don't know much about blow jobs."

She frowned at him, her brows furrowed and she walked towards him, angling his dick downward so it slid between her thighs. He felt something wet touching the top of his dick. Without even asking, she started to undo the rest of his shirt. "But, I have confidence in my vagina."

Why did that sound so hot?

"Wait, Yui?"

She didn't stop undoing his shirt but raised a single eyebrow at him.

"Why are we doing this?"

"Because you've been trying to seduce me all day." She yanked the rest of his shirt off the first hints of a smile forming on her face.

"I was?"

"Mmhmm," She rubbed her thighs along his dick and pressed her chest up against his. Her bra was in the way. "You bought me tea."

That was seduction?

"You rolled up your sleeves."

Huh?

"You made eye contact."

What?

"You stretched."

Girls were weird.

"You also have a giant dick that's going to feel amazing." She placed her arms on his shoulders and pulled him down just enough for their lips to meet. "Now take my bra off, grab my ass and fuck me."

There was not enough blood in his brain to argue with that logic.

But plenty of blood in his dick.

AN: I wrote this instead of studying.