The casual musings of a nerd princess

✦ katsuki and his shy girl get to third base ⸝⸝ .ᐟ ꉂ — warnings : kissing, brief marking, p in v, teasing, pwp ✦˚˖ ᵎᵎ

take it off. three short words that's somehow snowballed into this — bodies stuck together through the haze of warmth and sweat, a hand splayed gently over your hip while his other makes quick work between your thighs.

it hasn't even been thirty minutes since katsuki had his face pressed against your chest, your thighs wrapped around his head. small moments that led to you laid on the bed with your legs spread, two of his fingers dragging in and out of you.

even with the waves of pleasure, you still wish this bed could swallow you whole. save you from the intoxicating feeling of his fingers, and that stare that tells you he's engraving every inch of you to memory.

"should i stop now?" he questions, bracing himself above you as his fingers pull wet sounds from your core, "you think you can take me?"

blissed out in your own high, all you can manage is a nod — a whisper of his name slipping from your lips when his fingers leave you completely.

your eyes flick to his, impatience glinting behind them — something that doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

"what're you thinking about?"

his hands are already tugging at his boxers, slinking them down the length of his waist as he frees himself from the tight fabric. 

"you gotta talk to me" he chuckles at your slack jaw, pumping himself from base to tip before he's inching towards your entrance, "not doin' shit unless you talk to me"

smug asshole.

“alright, c’mere baby.” katsuki leans against your headboard, patting the space between his thighs. “we’re gonna go nice and slow.” he offers you his hand and helps you settle back against his chest.

“do i.. should i.. take my panties off?” your thighs are squished together.

“that’s up to you.” he kisses the side of your neck. “we’ll leave them on for now.” he nods, both of his hands settling on your thighs. “alright.. let’s see.”

he spreads your thighs, resting them over his, taking his time to knead into the plush of your thighs, grinning at the gasps leaving your mouth. each time he slides his hands higher, a small whine leaves your lips. his hands are warm on your skin, calming, but still only aiding in making you hotter, more squirmy.

his thumbs are first to reach your panties, gently brushing against them before he moves his hands back down to continue kneading. he keeps this up until you’re panting and when he finally drags a single finger up the center of your panties he groans feeling how slick they are.

“katsuki!” your thighs twitch.

“doing okay, babygirl?” his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“it.. mm!” you squeeze your eyes shut. “it hurts.” you whine.

“what does?” he pulls his hands off you immediately.

“no!!” you practically sob. “touch me!” you reach for his hand and lead him back between your thighs. “i just.. i dunno what to do.” you press his fingers into the soaked fabric. “make it feel better. please.” you’re panting now.

“shhh okay okay. i’m right here.” he kisses your neck.

he circles your clit and the sound that comes from you has him throbbing in his sweats. your fingers dig into his wrist as he keeps up with a slow pace, lifting his fingers only to tap against the sensitive bud and make you jerk in his arms. he goes back to swirling around your clit, groaning softly as your panties get even wetter.

“kats feels- hngh! kats it’s good.” your nails bite into his skin.

“just focus on the feeling for me.” he hums. “you’re doing so good.”

your thighs are shaking and you can’t stop the moans pouring out of your parted lips. your tummy is coiling, pleasure bursting through every part of your body. katsuki keeps the same pressure but speeds up his fingers and you’re done for.

“kats- katsuki! it’s- ngh! something.. i.. ahh! katsuki!!” your thighs clamp around his hand and you cum hard, tears pricking at your water line.

“that’s my good girl.” he slows his fingers. “how’d that feel?” he pulls his hand out, going back to kneading your thighs as you come down.

“so good.” you melt back onto him. “why.. would i need a toy if you can do that?”

his chest swells and he turns your chin with one of his hands so he can kiss you. “you can use it when i’m away on a mission.” another kiss. “and i can use it on you.”

“show me.” you let your thighs fall open.

katsuki reaches over and grabs the vibrator, showing you how to turn it on. when it buzzes to life you give a little jump, he runs it up your thighs, getting you used to the feeling and watching you squirm. when he gets closer to your panties, your thighs start to close at the vibrations.

“this one’s gonna be a little more intense okay?” he whispers.

“okay.” you nod.

he presses the head right on your clit and you arch off of his chest, moaning and digging your fingers into the sheets. “katsuki! kats it’s- i’m ! already i’m gonna-”

“want me to stop?” he slides it down and away from your clit.

“no! keep.. hah! it’s so.. katsuki!”

he presses the vibrator right over your dripping pussy and you burst, hips grinding agaisnt the toy and when he drags it up to your clit again it’s never ending. you’re bucking off his chest, you can feel yourself leaking and making a mess but you don’t care. all you know is pleasure and katsuki.

“there you go.” he nips at your pulse. “let’s take a break, sweet girl.” he flicks the vibrator off and tosses it to the side.

“should we.. try without my panties?” you’re chest is heaving, legs still shaking.

“not today.” he chuckles.

“why?” you whine.

“i’m not overstimming you today.” he turns your chin again to take your lips. “let’s watch a movie.” he leans over to grab the remote, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“what’s overstimming?” you look back at him.

“not today.” he gives you a peck.

thinking of katsuki tracking your movements across the room as you get ready to go out with your friends, his limbs sprawled out on the bed all lazy. you can feel his eyes on you, how can you not? and you smile to yourself, feeling giddy inside from his attention.

he beckons you over right before you put on your lip liner, even though he's going to ask for a kiss after you've done your lip combo anyway.

"c'mere." a hand hangs off the bed, fingers calling you over slowly and you patter over to him, liner still in hand, already knowing what he's asking for.

you place a knee on the bed and a hand on his chest as you lean into him, his hand sliding up your leg, over your ass to land at your waist without a thought, keeping you in place as you press your lips against his.

he hums, content, and keeps kissing you for a nice long moment, until you finally snap out of it and push off of him, not wanting to get carried away and get your foundation all over the place. "okay, okay."

he licks his lips slow, still watching you. he pats your ass a couple times playfully, "alright i'll let you go." you turn back to finish up your makeup and his eyes sweep over you, "for now."

you hear him of course and shake your head. "behave."

“alright, c’mere baby.” katsuki leans against your headboard, patting the space between his thighs. “we’re gonna go nice and slow.” he offers you his hand and helps you settle back against his chest.

“do i.. should i.. take my panties off?” your thighs are squished together.

“that’s up to you.” he kisses the side of your neck. “we’ll leave them on for now.” he nods, both of his hands settling on your thighs. “alright.. let’s see.”

he spreads your thighs, resting them over his, taking his time to knead into the plush of your thighs, grinning at the gasps leaving your mouth. each time he slides his hands higher, a small whine leaves your lips. his hands are warm on your skin, calming, but still only aiding in making you hotter, more squirmy.

his thumbs are first to reach your panties, gently brushing against them before he moves his hands back down to continue kneading. he keeps this up until you’re panting and when he finally drags a single finger up the center of your panties he groans feeling how slick they are.

“katsuki!” your thighs twitch.

“doing okay, babygirl?” his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“it.. mm!” you squeeze your eyes shut. “it hurts.” you whine.

“what does?” he pulls his hands off you immediately.

“no!!” you practically sob. “touch me!” you reach for his hand and lead him back between your thighs. “i just.. i dunno what to do.” you press his fingers into the soaked fabric. “make it feel better. please.” you’re panting now.

“shhh okay okay. i’m right here.” he kisses your neck.

he circles your clit and the sound that comes from you has him throbbing in his sweats. your fingers dig into his wrist as he keeps up with a slow pace, lifting his fingers only to tap against the sensitive bud and make you jerk in his arms. he goes back to swirling around your clit, groaning softly as your panties get even wetter.

“kats feels- hngh! kats it’s good.” your nails bite into his skin.

“just focus on the feeling for me.” he hums. “you’re doing so good.”

your thighs are shaking and you can’t stop the moans pouring out of your parted lips. your tummy is coiling, pleasure bursting through every part of your body. katsuki keeps the same pressure but speeds up his fingers and you’re done for.

“kats- katsuki! it’s- ngh! something.. i.. ahh! katsuki!!” your thighs clamp around his hand and you cum hard, tears pricking at your water line.

“that’s my good girl.” he slows his fingers. “how’d that feel?” he pulls his hand out, going back to kneading your thighs as you come down.

“so good.” you melt back onto him. “why.. would i need a toy if you can do that?”

his chest swells and he turns your chin with one of his hands so he can kiss you. “you can use it when i’m away on a mission.” another kiss. “and i can use it on you.”

“show me.” you let your thighs fall open.

katsuki reaches over and grabs the vibrator, showing you how to turn it on. when it buzzes to life you give a little jump, he runs it up your thighs, getting you used to the feeling and watching you squirm. when he gets closer to your panties, your thighs start to close at the vibrations.

“this one’s gonna be a little more intense okay?” he whispers.

“okay.” you nod.

he presses the head right on your clit and you arch off of his chest, moaning and digging your fingers into the sheets. “katsuki! kats it’s- i’m ! already i’m gonna-”

“want me to stop?” he slides it down and away from your clit.

“no! keep.. hah! it’s so.. katsuki!”

he presses the vibrator right over your dripping pussy and you burst, hips grinding agaisnt the toy and when he drags it up to your clit again it’s never ending. you’re bucking off his chest, you can feel yourself leaking and making a mess but you don’t care. all you know is pleasure and katsuki.

“there you go.” he nips at your pulse. “let’s take a break, sweet girl.” he flicks the vibrator off and tosses it to the side.

“should we.. try without my panties?” you’re chest is heaving, legs still shaking.

“not today.” he chuckles.

“why?” you whine.

“i’m not overstimming you today.” he turns your chin again to take your lips. “let’s watch a movie.” he leans over to grab the remote, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“what’s overstimming?” you look back at him.

“not today.” he gives you a peck.

“d’you want me go up ‘nd get it?” he says to you, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket and pulls out his matte black card.

you swipe it from his fingers. “no it’s okay. wanna stretch my legs. do you want me to get you a drink?”

bakugou looks to his empty glass, “rum and coke, please.”

“no problem, beautiful,” you reply and bakugou huffs a laugh out his nose.

you return ten minutes later, two drinks in hand. when you stand in front of him, you spin around, “your card is in my back pocket.”

“long line?”

“not really.”

he taps your bum twice before slipping his hand into your jeans back pocket for his card. once he gets it you spin around and place his drink down.

The dim light of the room was dominated by the glow of the dual monitors, casting sharp blue and orange hues across Katsuki’s focused face. He was leaned forward, his headset clamped tight over his ears, his fingers flying across the keyboard and mouse with a violent, practiced precision.

And you were right there, seated squarely on his lap, your legs draped over the armrests of the gaming chair. You were completely bare beneath him, and he was buried deep inside you, his thick, pulsing length filling you completely. He wasn't moving—not yet. He was simply using you as a living, breathing sheath, keeping you pinned to him while he focused on the match.

The feeling was agonizingly perfect. The warmth of his cock inside you was overwhelming, and every time he shifted his weight to adjust his posture, he slid just a fraction deeper, making you catch your breath.

"Cover the left flank! You idiots, move your asses!" Katsuki barked into the mic, his voice loud and commanding.

You let out a soft, shaky moan, rubbing your hips in a slow, circular motion against him. You felt him stiffen instantly, his breathing hitching.

"Stop it," he hissed under his breath, though he didn't push you away. In fact, he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers bruising your skin as he forced you to stay pressed firmly against him.

"Why?" you whispered, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, your voice a teasing contrast to the chaos happening in his headset. "Am I distracting you, Katsuki?"

"You're a fucking nuisance," he growled, though his voice had lost some of its edge, replaced by a thick, heavy lust.

On the other end of the mic, his teammates were shouting, their voices tinny and distorted. "Bakugo! What's going on? Why are you lagging? Get the objective!"

Katsuki let out a frustrated tsk, his hips giving a sudden, involuntary twitch upward into you. You gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your back arching as you clamped down on him.

"Fuck..." he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. He didn't mute the mic. He didn't even care anymore. "I'm busy dealing with a brat who can't keep her mouth shut."

"Wait, what? Who's there? Bakugo, are you—"

Katsuki reached up and abruptly slammed the mute button, a smirk playing on his lips as he finally looked at you. His eyes were blown wide, dark with a hunger that made your stomach flip.

"You think you're real funny, don't you?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your chest. "Think you can just ride me while I'm trying to win and get away with it?"

"I think you're enjoying it too much to actually be mad," you challenged, grinding your hips down hard, feeling him throb inside you.

"You're fucking right," he groaned, his composure finally snapping. He abandoned the controls, the game forgotten as he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, creating a gap for just a second before slamming you back down onto him with a force that made the chair creak.

"God, you're so tight," he breathed, his head falling back as he began to drive into you in earnest, his movements fast and punishing. "Just stay right here. Keep warming me up... until I fucking break you."

You screamed his name, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the rhythm became frantic. He wasn't just playing a game anymore; he was playing with your body, and he was determined to win.

You fucking Katsuki with a strap-on⬇️

you love waking up before katsuki, love being the only one to see him like this. calm, cheek squished against the pillow, lips parted ever so slightly letting out little puffs of air. his hair is going in every direction, the permanent scowl on his face near extinct when he’s asleep.

you brush your thumb along the slight crease in his eyebrows and he makes a small noise and cuddles his pillow closer. you trace your finger down the curve of his nose, watching the small crinkle before you trail the sharp line of his jaw.

you press a soft kiss on his forehead, then his eyelids, then his nose, one on each cheek and the finally one of his lips. he doesn’t stir but his cheeks get pink like his body knows he’s being doted on and admired.

you comb your fingers through his hair, humming softly at the silky strands before you scratch your nails against his scalp. his breathing deepens and he moves an inch closer, coaxing you to press against him. you pepper kisses across his hairline, smiling when he drapes an arm over your waist.

“mmniloveyou.” he nuzzles into your neck.

“i love you too katsuki.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“can you keep mm..” his hand lands on top of yours in his hair and has you pet him again.

“course i can, pretty boy.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, softly scraping your nails on his hair.

“fuck, feels s’good.” he rasps into your neck.

“shhhshhshh.” you hold him closer and rub his back with your other hand until his breathing evens out into soft snores and you let sleep take you too.

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”

he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.

and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.

otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.

he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.

hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.

using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

Part 1: Riding a dildo in front of Katsuki….

The heavy leather cuffs were securely fastened to the iron headboard, completely locking Katsuki’s thick, scarred wrists in place. He violently tugged against the restraints, the muscles in his broad shoulders and vascular forearms flexing brutally as he tried to find even an inch of slack. The metal chains rattled against the frame, a sharp contrast to his ragged, heavy breathing.

"You're fucking pushing your luck," he growled, his crimson eyes burning with a dangerous mix of fury and unadulterated heat. His face was flushed dark, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles ticked. "Undo this shit right now, or I swear to god I'm gonna wreck you the second I get loose."

You didn't answer. Instead, you knelt at the foot of the bed, slowly crawling up the mattress until you were hovering just out of his reach. Down below his waistband, his thick, massive erection was already straining violently against the fabric of his dark sweatpants, a heavy wet patch soaking through the front from how turned on he was by the sheer helplessness of the situation.

You didn't reach for his zipper. Instead, you reached over to the nightstand and picked up the heavy, realistic silicone dildo, letting him watch as you coated the slick length in lubricant.

Katsuki’s breath hitched instantly. His eyes went completely wide, the pupils blowing out so dark they almost swallowed the crimson. He stopped fighting the cuffs entirely, his body locking up as he realized exactly what you were planning to do.

"The fuck is that?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a ruined, gravelly octave. His hips gave a desperate, involuntary jerk against the mattress. "No. No way. You are not using that trash when I'm right fucking here. Drop it and get on my lap."

Ignoring his commanding tone, you positioned the toy securely onto the mattress right in his direct line of sight. You slowly slid your underwear down your legs, tossing them onto the floor, exposing your dripping wet center to him.

You straddled the toy, hovering right over the thick head. Keeping your eyes locked entirely onto his, you slowly, deliberately lowered your hips, letting the silicone stretch you wide as you took the entire length inside you in one deep, unhurried stroke.

A high, breathless gasp left your lips, and the sound completely broke him.

"Fuck!" Katsuki roared, throwing his entire weight forward. The headboard groaned under his strength as he violently thrashed against the restraints, desperate to grab your waist, to pull you off the toy, to drive himself inside you instead. "Look at you... you're so fucking tight around it. You're taking it all while looking right at me?!"

You began to ride it, your hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every time you sank all the way down, you let out a soft whine, your chest heaving as your slick heat coated the toy.

Katsuki was losing his absolute mind. He couldn't look away. His chest was rising and falling in frantic, shallow gasps, his vision entirely consumed by the sight of your flushed skin, your bouncing chest, and the way your wet center clung to the silicone. He was throbbing so hard it was physically painful, his own dripping pre-cum soaking entirely through his sweatpants.

"You're doing this on purpose," he choked out, his head slamming back against the pillow as a heavy shudder ran through his entire frame. "You're fucking torturing me. Keep riding it. Move faster. Let me watch you cream all over it, you beautiful, sadistic bastard."

when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.

his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.

you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.

you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.

after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.

you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.

his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.

he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."

you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."

he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"

you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.

and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.