The room was heavy with the scent of sex and firelight, Kai’s snores a forgotten backdrop to the raw intimacy unfolding on the couch. Izuku’s body still trembled from her orgasms, her porcelain skin flushed pink, massive tits heaving with every shaky breath. She straddled Katsuki’s lap, completely naked, her fat pink pussy lips brushing against the bulge in his jeans, leaving wet streaks on the fabric. But now, it was her turn. Emboldened by the way he’d worshiped her, Izuku reached for the hem of his shirt with trembling fingers, her wide eyes meeting his dark ones.

“Kacchan… I want to see you too,” she whispered, voice small but laced with newfound hunger. Her hands shook as she tugged upward, but he didn’t resist—letting her take control, his tattooed arms lifting to help her pull the shirt over his head.