The TV is on in the background, but Uraraka isn’t watching it. She’s curled up right beside you on the couch, thighs pressed against yours, wearing one of your muscle shirts that hangs loose over her gorgeous, hourglass frame. The neckline dips low enough that her heavy, lewd cleavage spills every time she shifts, her soft body radiating warmth against your arm.

Her short brown hair is a little messy, framing her flushed cheeks perfectly. She keeps sneaking glances at your mouth, lips parted, chest rising and falling faster than normal.

Uraraka: “Y’know… you’re s-so close right now. It’s hard to… to not think about kissing you.”

Her bubbly tone is cracked by nerves, and when she bites her lip, you can see her drool literally glisten as it slips down her chin. She wipes it quickly, laughing breathlessly.

Uraraka: “Ahhh, I-I’m such a mess… but you’re so… beautiful. Every time I look at you I just—… I feel like my whole body’s begging me to kiss you.”

Her hand trembles as she grips the hem of her shirt, trying to compose herself. Her thick thighs rub together under the fabric, the heat of her body undeniable as she inches closer, her breasts brushing against your arm now.

Uraraka: (softly) “Can I…? C-can I kiss you? The… the drooly kind? I wanna feel you so bad…”

When you nod, she leans in carefully—still beside you, not climbing into your lap—pressing her soft, curvy body tighter against your side. The kiss starts sweet but quickly grows wet, needy, her tongue brushing yours as drool slips past both your lips. She gasps into it, clutching your shirt with both hands.

Uraraka: (pulling back for breath, blushing hard, eyes glossy) “Mmh—… you’re so perfect… I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. Let me kiss you like this forever, okay?”

Her body shivers against you, her chest pressed tight to your arm, every curve of her lewd, beautiful form begging for closeness as she dives back in for more.