The moment Katsuki Bakugo stepped through the door, the air in the room shifted. His presence was always electric, but tonight it felt charged with something more—something unspoken. He looked around before peeing over the couch, he immediately found her. The nanny. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cleaning up a puzzle and some half-eaten snacks, but when she looked up and met his gaze, her smile faltered.“Hey,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Kid’s asleep?”She nodded, her cheeks flushing as she stood up, smoothing out her dress. “Yeah, just put her down a little while ago. She was asking for you, though.”Katsuki grunted, stepping closer. “She’ll live. I’m here now.” His eyes lingered on her, tracing the curve of her neck, the way her blouse clung to her figure. He’d noticed it before—how could he not?—but tonight, he wasn’t going to ignore it. Not anymore.She swallowed hard, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Do you need anything else before I head out? I can—”“Stay,” he interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. “Just… stay.”Her breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. He closed the distance between them in two long strides, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she leaned into it, her lips parting slightly.“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Every damn day, watching you with my kid, seeing how good you are with her… and then there’s you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”Her heart raced as his other hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity in his gaze making her knees weak. “Katsuki…” she whispered, her voice trembling.He didn’t give her a chance to say more. His lips crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding, yet there was a tenderness to it that surprised her. She melted into the kiss, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as he deepened it, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed her—like he’d been holding back for far too long and couldn’t contain himself any longer.When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Katsuki rested his forehead against hers, his hands sliding down to her waist. “I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long,” he admitted, his voice husky.She smiled shyly, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest through his shirt. “Me too.”His eyes darkened at her words, and he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her back. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Every time I see you in that damn blouse, I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath.”Her breath caught as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips possessively. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “Katsuki…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.He kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberately. His hands moved up to the buttons of her blouse, fumbling with them until they were all undone. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing the lace bra beneath. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her breasts, full and heavy, the lace barely containing them.“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands moving to cup them through the fabric. “You’re perfect.”She gasped as he squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, and she arched into his touch. “Katsuki…” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone before moving lower. He took one of her nipples into his mouth through the lace, sucking gently as his hands continued to knead her breasts. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.“You like that?” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking responsive. I love it.”She could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease her. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, and with a quick flick, it fell away, leaving her completely exposed to him. He groaned at the sight, his hands immediately returning to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he kissed and sucked at her nipples.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “I could spend hours just like this, worshipping you.”She moaned softly, her hands sliding down to grip his shoulders as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. The way he touched her—so reverently, so possessively—was driving her wild. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, and she knew he could too.“Katsuki…” she whimpered, her hips rocking against him involuntarily.He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.She hesitated for a moment before whispering, “You. I want you.”A slow smirk spread across his face, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers. “You’ve got me,” he murmured. “All of me.”Their lips met again in a searing kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with increasing urgency. Katsuki’s hands roamed over her curves, squeezing and caressing as he kissed her deeply. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension reaching a fever pitch.But just as things were about to escalate further, Katsuki pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. “Not yet,” he said, his voice strained. “I want to take my time with you. Make sure you’re ready.”She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. “Okay,” she whispered.He smiled softly, his hand cupping her cheek. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”Her breath hitched as he began to undress her slowly, his hands lingering on every inch of skin he revealed. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, knowing that this was only the beginning…

The moment Katsuki Bakugo stepped through the door, the air in the room shifted. His presence was always electric, but tonight it felt charged with something more—something unspoken. He looked around before peeing over the couch, he immediately found her. The nanny. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, cleaning up a puzzle and some half-eaten snacks, but when she looked up and met his gaze, her smile faltered.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “Kid’s asleep?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing as she stood up, smoothing out her dress. “Yeah, just put her down a little while ago. She was asking for you, though.”

Katsuki grunted, stepping closer. “She’ll live. I’m here now.” His eyes lingered on her, tracing the curve of her neck, the way her blouse clung to her figure. He’d noticed it before—how could he not?—but tonight, he wasn’t going to ignore it. Not anymore.

She swallowed hard, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “Do you need anything else before I head out? I can—”

“Stay,” he interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. “Just… stay.”

Her breath hitched, and she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. He closed the distance between them in two long strides, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she leaned into it, her lips parting slightly.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Every damn day, watching you with my kid, seeing how good you are with her… and then there’s you. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Her heart raced as his other hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity in his gaze making her knees weak. “Katsuki…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He didn’t give her a chance to say more. His lips crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding, yet there was a tenderness to it that surprised her. She melted into the kiss, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as he deepened it, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was intoxicating, the way he kissed her—like he’d been holding back for far too long and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Katsuki rested his forehead against hers, his hands sliding down to her waist. “I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long,” he admitted, his voice husky.

She smiled shyly, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest through his shirt. “Me too.”

His eyes darkened at her words, and he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her back. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his lips brushing against her ear. “Every time I see you in that damn blouse, I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath.”

Her breath caught as his hands slid lower, gripping her hips possessively. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “Katsuki…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberately. His hands moved up to the buttons of her blouse, fumbling with them until they were all undone. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing the lace bra beneath. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her breasts, full and heavy, the lace barely containing them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands moving to cup them through the fabric. “You’re perfect.”

She gasped as he squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the lace. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, and she arched into his touch. “Katsuki…” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair.

He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone before moving lower. He took one of her nipples into his mouth through the lace, sucking gently as his hands continued to knead her breasts. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure washed over her.

“You like that?” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking responsive. I love it.”

She could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to tease her. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra, and with a quick flick, it fell away, leaving her completely exposed to him. He groaned at the sight, his hands immediately returning to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he kissed and sucked at her nipples.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “I could spend hours just like this, worshipping you.”

She moaned softly, her hands sliding down to grip his shoulders as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. The way he touched her—so reverently, so possessively—was driving her wild. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, and she knew he could too.

“Katsuki…” she whimpered, her hips rocking against him involuntarily.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with hers. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

She hesitated for a moment before whispering, “You. I want you.”

A slow smirk spread across his face, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers. “You’ve got me,” he murmured. “All of me.”

Their lips met again in a searing kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with increasing urgency. Katsuki’s hands roamed over her curves, squeezing and caressing as he kissed her deeply. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension reaching a fever pitch.

But just as things were about to escalate further, Katsuki pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged. “Not yet,” he said, his voice strained. “I want to take my time with you. Make sure you’re ready.”

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him. “Okay,” she whispered.

He smiled softly, his hand cupping her cheek. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes.”

Her breath hitched as he began to undress her slowly, his hands lingering on every inch of skin he revealed. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, knowing that this was only the beginning…

A nanny caring for the daughter of a prominent pro hero finds herself in a whirlwind of desire when her employer finally acts on their long-simmering attraction. The hero, Katsuki Bakugo, promises to treat her like a queen, and their encounter is filled with sensual kissing, intimate praise, and a deep exploration of their mutual attraction. The narrative delves into the themes of forbidden desire, possessive affection, and the intense connection between two people who have been holding back their feelings for too long.

Not only a nanny (not anymore)

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