Izuku was still trembling in his arms, legs wrapped tight around his waist, her fat ass squished against the cool glass window. Cum dripped slowly down her inner thighs, mixing with the water streaks from earlier. Her breath came in shaky little pants against his neck, tits pressed to his chest, nipples hard and sensitive from all the abuse.

Katsuki held her there for a long moment—big hands cupping her ass cheeks, kneading them lazily while he kissed the side of her throat. “You’re shaking like a leaf, slut,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Still clenching around nothing now that I’m not inside you.”