Over the days, Katsuki did everything he could to satisfy his poor, hormonal girl—stealing moments wherever possible, his addiction to her pregnant body only growing stronger. Quick fucks in the walk-in closet while Sakura was on calls downstairs: “Shh, baby… bend over for Daddy… let me slide into that puffy pregnant pussy… so wet from missing me.”

Izuku would whimper, pushing back. “Daddy… yes… fuck your needy girl… I’ve been so horny without you… fill me quick…”