Thinking about jerking izuku offā¦.
The way his breath hitches every time you swirl your thumb over his tip. The way when your eyes meet his his nose scrunches up just slightly as his eyebrows pinch up and he lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back on his elbows now cause he likes looking up at you anyways.
He sighs and restrains his moans with the back of his hand as your hand goes up and down his cock, red faced, too red, you almost think heās gonna pass out
āRelax⦠itās just me, okay??ā You coo him softly before giving him a little squeeze and speed up slightly.
And the whiny slurs of your name as he look up at you teary eyed, whispering pleas and prayers about how close he is and how good you make him feel. The way heās thought and dreamed about this exact moment, stroking himself with his scarred hands wishing it were yours instead, and now here you were, actually touching him and enjoying him andā and it was too much for him
His hips buckling up and his thighs start shaking pathetically as he is on that final round, all of the embarrassment now evaporated and itās left with desperation as he whisper repeatedly āpleaseā and āI love youāās, reaching out to touch your arm, touch the wrist that strokes him, reaching out for you. His eyes closing as his eyebrows pinch up prettily and his mouth falling slightly open as he lets out those unholy sounds you so wanted to hear, and he looks so pretty under you like this, really, you stare at his freckles and his pretty eyelashes as you help him ride out his orgasm.