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twelve ; coherence.

-a sharp pang of hunger pulled katsuki from the depths of his forced slumber.

with a soft groan, katsuki's lids parted. vermillion irises flicked around for a short moment, confused. katsuki looked around, noticing the white walls which were decorated by many posters that he did not care much to make out at the moment.

though, what truly caught his eye was the window. bright sunlight poured in from the glass, it was brighter than he could remember.

what time was it? where was he..?

katsuki groaned once more, quickly growing irritated with how blotchy his memory would become at times.

though, the blond could not dwell on this for long as his hunger grew audible. a growl erupted from his stomach and katsuki gasped, now picking his head up. though upon turning his head, he noticed that he was not resting upon soft, dry sheets.

no, instead, he was resting upon a warm body. looking up, he could see that messy green hair and cinnamon-dusted skin. katsuki recognized those freckles, they dotted his face so heavily yet seemed to dissipate as they trailed down his strong, taut chest.

this was izuku.

wait, izuku?

oh...

oh.

the realization hit katsuki like a freight train. suddenly, all of his memories from before he'd passed out returned to him and katsuki gasped softly. though, he did not flush. no, he shivered. it was a cold, harsh shiver as he recalled the physical and emotional strain.

and... the pain. just as he remembered it, it returned. katsuki hissed as he attempted to sit up, the burn in his thighs returned tenfold. the blond nearly cried out at this, yet izuku was asleep and he did not want to wake the enigma while he was still in rut.

katsuki whimpered softly. though, the pain wasn't the only thing he felt as he attempted to sit up. the blond suddenly froze, his movements coming to a halt as he could feel something... something inside of him.

katsuki inhaled audibly at this, flicking his gaze down only briefly as he could hardly bare such a crude sight.

izuku...

izuku was still inside.

katsuki whined softly at the feeling. even when soft, izuku was in so deep. though it was nothing compared to the depths izuku would reach when they were having sex.

katsuki winced at the mere thought.

sighing, katsuki sat up fully, bracing himself by pressing his hands against izuku's strong chest before lifting his hips. the blond hissed at the sore pain that rendered his legs weak and shaky. the pain was strong, yet his will was stronger.

he needed to eat. he felt starved.

katsuki rose to his knees, cringing at the feeling of izuku's deflated knot slipping out with a sticky squelch. even whilst deflated, it stretched his cunt.

izuku's knot was big, he knew that.

but, what he did not know was that it also served as a plug, keeping everything inside.

just as izuku's knot slipped out, everything followed. izuku's dick slipped out, yet was immediately followed by cum and slick. katsuki looked away, forced to feel it all gush out of him.

it felt gross.

it was gross.

katsuki remained still as heaps of a combination of izuku's seed and his own arousal spilled from him, landing on izuku's lower stomach as well as dripping down his thighs.