Katsuki’s hands were still tangled in her hair when he yanked her up from between his thighs. Izuku barely had time to catch her breath—lips swollen, chin shiny with spit and the last traces of his cum—before his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was filthy from the first second. Hungry. Desperate. Tongues sliding, teeth clashing, both of them groaning into each other’s mouths like they’d been starving for it. He tasted himself on her tongue and growled low, sucking hard on it, one big hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her exactly where he wanted her.