Hitoshi knew he was watched.
It made him try to curl up even more on himself as he got rid of knots in his capture weapon.

Like, dammit, he knew he was… fat… but come on, was it that weird to earn him a stalker?

He searched around the place, wondering just who the hell would do that, when he heard rustling from the bush in front of him. His attention immediately snapped to the person who got out of said bush, no other than—

"Midoriya?" Hitoshi asked, stunned. "What are you doing here?"

The broccoli boy looked… excited. He showed off his teeth and replied like a predator:

"Doing you."

Wait what?

"I— Um— I don't understand..?" He was frozen to his spot as Midoriya casually strolled closer to him. Something told him that he wouldn't be coming out of this encounter unskatched.

But perhaps very satisfied.

A shiver run down his spine when Midoriya cupped his chubby cheek in a hand, slowly caressing him.

"You look so delicious Hicchan, I can't help but want a taste…" He bent down and planted a kiss on Hitoshi's lips.

There was no use fighting it, Midoriya was clearly experienced and it showed. Hitoshi could feel himself melting subconsciously into the kiss, lost in the feeling.

Oh, he wanted more.

Midoriya yanked the weapon from his hands, and wrapped it around his wrists, tugging them up. Surprised he lost his balance and tilted till he lied on the grass, breaking the kiss. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yeah.

"Now you're gonna be a good boy and lie there without moving while I do my thing, is this clear?" Midoriya's voice dripped with vicious sugar. It made his dick twitch in his pants.

"Crystal," he somehow croaked, shifting experimentally in his bindings.

Holy hell. Holy hell.

Midoriya unbuckled his pants showing off the outline of his big cock. Hitoshi's mouth watered. Would he get a taste..?

In a few smooth moved the broccoli also got rid of his clothing, leaving him in just boxers. It was… a little humiliating, to be on such display. But Midoriya didn't seem to mind the additional weight, not at all, especially when he caressed his soft underbelly and thighs.

"God, you're a whole snack," Midoriya breathed out, now kneading Hitoshi's belly. Somehow it made him even more turned on. He could feel his dick straining against the fabric of his boxers. God, he needed this.

Midoriya pushed his jeans down alongside boxers, showing off his cock properly. God fucking dammit Hitoshi was ready to come from sight alone.

"M-Midoriya—"

"Shh, I'll take care of you," the broccoli whispered soothingly, shaking his belly slightly. "God, the things I want to do to you— But most of those would be better in bedroom setting…" He captured Hitoshi's lips again, biting down on the lower one slightly. "Let me show you just how much I love how you look like first." Without a warning he started humping Hitoshi's belly, sending vibrations straight to his dick. They both moaned in the unison, Hitoshi maybe louder considering Midoriya chose this moment to pinch his nipples. He start playing with them, twisting and tugging with one hand, while the other crept to Hitoshi's dick, keeping it in such a position that it rubbed on it, whenever he moved.

Hitoshi felt like coming in embarrassingly record time.

"M-Midoriya, please, please I need—"

The broccoli cut him down with another kiss, finally starting to stroke his dripping member.

A string of moans and curses left Hitoshi's mouth untamed and as soon as it started it stopped, because he could only gasp wordlessly when his vision was painted black with pleasure.

He distantly felt Midoriya come on his stomach with a yell, and then collapse on him limply.

Dear God, this was something.