These days, Katsuki couldn’t get enough of Izuku’s pregnant body—her curves amplified by the hormones, her belly a beautiful swell at seven months, her boobs massive and constantly leaking sweet milk. Whenever he could steal a moment, he’d fuck her senseless and drink from her like a man starved. In the greenhouse during lunch breaks—pulling her behind the plants, hiking up her dress, and thrusting deep while latching onto a tit. “Mmm… your milk’s flowing so good today, baby… pussy clenching while Daddy drinks… fuck you quietly, don’t let the staff hear.”

Izuku would moan muffled against his shoulder. “Daddy… yes… drink me… breed my pregnant cunt… I need it…”