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Dear Uncle Katsuki is the type of uncle to squeeze your waist just a bit tighter when he greets you in front of your parents…

Dear Uncle Katsuki is also the type of uncle to grope your ass and place a sly kiss on your neck the moment your parents look away, when he’s really only supposed to kiss your soft cheek. 

Uncle Katsuki is the type of uncle to insist you come sit on his lap in the family room for “old times sake”. As he would update Izuku on how he’s been, you’d struggle to keep yourself from releasing the slightest whimper as he bounced the leg you sat on, not sure if Uncle Katsuki was aware of how quickly you were maturing and how sensitive you’ve become. Your father would always be so in awe of his best friend that he wouldn’t notice the way Uncle Katsuki would rub on your back and sides, or the bulge that would poke your ass with each bounce of his leg. Of course Uncle Katsuki loved to have his fun, which is why he had sat you in such a perfect angle that Izuku couldn’t see the bulge, but rather yet your father was directly facing you and left wondering why your cheeks were so flushed. 

Uncle Katsuki is the type of uncle to sit right beside you at the dinner table with your parents and other relatives surrounding you. Nobody had ever questioned why he always reserved a spot next to you anywhere you are, they all knew he favored you since you had been his first and only niece. Fortunately, for Uncle Katsuki, this allowed him to slide his hand between your thighs as you ate, causing you to nearly choke on your food the closer he got to your panties under the skirt. It’s only when everyone begins to try to make conversation that he slips a finger past your panties to your sopping cunt, making you begin to stutter as you talked about your studies in college as you barely got accepted. The more you had stuttered, the faster he would flick his finger across your overly sensitive clit. Speaking of your studies…

Uncle Katsuki is the type of uncle nice enough to volunteer to tutor you whenever your parents ask for his help after seeing your latest marks. When Uncle Katsuki takes you upstairs to finish our homework, he can't help but sneak a peek down your shirt, or the bite marks on the end of the pencil you held due to your oral fixation. Question after question, he inched himself closer towards you until his leg has been pressed flush against yours. Since he has been so close to you, he could feel the discomfort around your legs and back from sitting on the ground too long, and what kind of uncle would he be if he let his little girl sit uncomfortably? :(

Without warning, he had stretched his legs out and pulled you into his lap, rubbing your tense shoulders with his calloused hands from the sudden move while explaining to you why he had moved you on to his lap as you began to relax into his hold. “I could see you were uncomfortable on the ground, angel,” he cooed, “just wanted to make it better, okay?”. You thanked your caring uncle with a small smile and continued on with your work. As he explained solutions to the problems you struggled with, his breath would send shivers down your spine that he could definitely feel. He didn't tell you specifically, but the way he had been picking at the hem of your skirt had spoken for itself. 

The position itself hadn’t bothered you much, the problem was that your bedroom door had been open wide, meaning anyone could walk by and see the way Uncle Katsuki was rubbing at your stomach and inner thighs. A few gropes here and there had you whimpering as quietly as you could while Katsuki chuckled quietly from behind you. He managed to coerce an audible moan from you the moment his thumb slipped across your clothed, yet sensitive, nipple, and an involuntary buck of your hips. “Somethin’ wrong, princess?” Uncle Katsuki asked, using the nickname he gave you when you were younger for being spoiled rotten, and obviously by who other than himself.

“No sir, j-just,” you tried to explain just as he found your clit the moment the word “sir” left your lips. “I thought I told you to call me by my name? Hm?” He reminded you, his middle finger drawing small and light circles over the wet patch forming on your panties. “N-no ‘suki, just th-that the doors open,” you managed to stutter out through a look of worry mixed with guilty pleasure on your flustered face as your eyes darted towards the door before locking onto your uncle's scarlet red eyes. Yet Katsuki’s stern and hungry eyes never left yours, not even when your soft hands made their way towards his biceps, giving them a slight squeeze with each pass he made over your now swollen clit.

Suddenly, all you could see was pitch black as if everything had disappeared, but it only took you a few seconds before you realized it had been Uncle Katsuki’s hand draped over your eyes.

“Close it, c’mon, show me how strong that nerds made ya,” he ordered, referring to your father, knowing very well that you needed to see the object for your telekinesis to work. Your quirk only really worked with focus at the moment, and he knew that. It wasn’t a “second-nature” type of thing yet, your dad never let you overwork yourself, you were so precious to him as well. Uncle Katsuki on the other hand, wanted to make sure you became stronger than both of them combined at the peak of your career. If you decided to go down that route of course. 

“Show you what… exactly?” you asked, unsure of what he was wanting today. 

“Close the door for me.” he instructed, to which you did. Nothing new, extra, or special. Pretty simple. So you did. He squeezed you a bit tighter and closer to his body as soon as the door locked, he didn’t ask you to but you got ahead of yourself, already knowing what you’re getting yourself into. Would it be so wrong to admit you were looking forward to it? Every day, you had seen, heard, and witnessed women fawning and falling to their knees over your uncle, little did they know he craved YOU the most, his forbidden fruit. It only made having him at your fingertips even that more appealing. 

“Good fuckin’ girl”, he would praise, gaining yet another whimper from you.