hate compliments you well.

he was under the impression that he had strong willpower until he decided to try cockwarming with you.

he groans as you shift your body for something for the third time. his arms are wrapped snug around your waist per usual for movie night.

he regrets making popcorn for this occasion now, the feeling of your warm velvety walls giving him teasing jolts of pleasure from friction is driving him insane.

usually, he'd think you munching on popcorn is pretty cute. but now it feels like you're eating popcorn constantly on purpose.

everytime you lean over to grab more, you can't help but shiver as he fills you again, each time feeling like the first.

he bites back a moan, inhaling sharply as he calls out to you. "y/n, i-..i think we'd...be better off if we just fucked." hearing him jumble and stutter over his words makes you giggle.

"this is totally your fault for suggesting it~" you tease, lifting your hips slightly before sinking back down and squeezing around him.

"nghh-! y/n, are you really teasing me right now?" he grunts and moves his hand up to cup your breast, using his pointer and thumb to pinch at your nipple. "two can play that game" he says, with a lustful smirk on his face.

but, that didn't go well for him. when he pinched your nipple your hips bucked and that made him feel as if he was on the edge of short circuiting, making him release this embarrassing strangled noise.

your cunt just won't stop clenching around him, did you really think he could handle the hot feeling with your slick?

his lips brush against your ear as whispers. "fuck this." and places his hand around your throat, making you arch as he starts to thrust up into you.

the deep, rumbling sigh of relief he made when he was finally able to slide into you made you squeeze your thighs together.

whenever you try to control the movement of his thrusts, he'll squeeze your throat tighter momentarily until you're good for him. saying things like "there you go baby, just like that."

cockwarming was 10x worse than wearing something like a cock ring, he was sure of it.

even though he felt teased to death, there was just something about it, holding himself back before being able to pound the hell out of you.

his knees started to buckle as he got close, sputtering over his words. "yes, yes, let me fuck that cunt, that's a good girl."

now that he hears you whimpering and moaning for him, he's sure this cockwarming this wouldn't have worked out anyway.

there's just no way he'd be able to let you get off his cock without cumming on it at least once.

he feels himself get dizzy and lost in the feeling of your cunt, starting to let out moans that sounded more like whines of him pleading to let him cum inside. "c'mon baby, 'lemme fill you, make 'ya nice 'nd warm."

well, maybe cockwarming wasn't the worst thing ever.

in the beginning of your relationship, the most you were getting was a kiss on the cheek, maybe!

but one time, after winning an intense match, he couldn't help wrapping one arm around your waist and placing the other on the back of your head as he kissed you deeply.

too bad your eyes widened from that sudden affection, or else he wouldn't have pulled away out of fear he was doing something wrong.

but now? he was definitely getting extremely comfortable with the idea of kissing you but he still hasn't checked off a makeout session yet.

he always tends to tell himself it's just 'not time', when In reality it's him backing out from being nervous.

after being away for so long, it's like those nerves just disappeared.

he huffs as you pull away, that totally wasn't enough. he'll shakily lean back in for another kiss, lifting his knee between your thighs. "'omi..~"

he feels himself get more feral from the way you whimpered out his name, him biting down on your lower lip only makes you plead for more, murmuring against him a small "don't stop"

but of course, it's time to pull away at some point and his cock is aching with need as he stares at your swollen lips, panting softly.

he knows he's leaking precum right now, and he knows the only way he can be satisfied is by taking you. but before he lets himself get rough with you, he'll ask you one thing. "baby, are you sure?"

once you give him that little nod that tells him you want it just as bad as he does, he's ready to finally let himself indulge in you. <3

katsuki doesn't like arguing with you, but he's also never liked going 'out of his way' to attend any anger management classes or just learn to hold his temper.

you were totally screwed from this start with this guy, sometimes his temper is unfortunately his way of showing affection, through 'lil grunts of course.

after you met his friends and family, you felt extremely relieved to see him with that temper towards everyone else too. for a while, you were hoping it wasn't just a you thing.

he loves you, sure, but he loves his pride too. chosing between you and the pride he's grown from day one has him feeling conflict.

the argument was so stupid, really, all you did was give an opinion he didn't agree with about being a hero and of course, you still stood your ground and he didn't like that.

but now he was starting to feel lonely, he craved your affection and he wanted to comfortably be close to you without any tension.

"hey, dumbass, when're you gonna stop 'poutin over this?" he grumbles, whilst wrapping his arms around your waist.

you roll your eyes, shimmying out his arms as you sigh tiredly. you missed him too, not being on good terms with him wasn't the best feeling.

his frown deepens when you pull away, he grabs you by the waist and spins you around, making your eyes widen. "hey-!"

now what you didn't expect was for him to bury his face into your neck, mumbling something that only made you shiver from the vibration of his voice.

"uh, what?" you ask, quirking up an eyebrow at his not so normal behavior.

he only grips you tighter, mumbling again. "i said 'm sorry, don't need to be getting mad at you. just wanna cuddle you in bed, 'nd spend some one on one time together.." his face was burning up at his own confession.

you smiled at his words, placing a hand on his hair. "it's okay katsu, i don't wanna be upset with you either.."

he leans up, pressing a kiss to your cheek and staring at you with a look at screams 'don't call me out for being affectionate'

his friends and your friends are definitely relieved you two are doing good now, they won't have to hear you both complain about who needs to apologize first anymore, subtle complaints about missing the other.

yeah, you were definitely more important than his pride.

he absolutely HATES when you hold back your moans, this man will dig his nails into your hips, making sure he doesn't go too hard on you since he's not in the worst mood, and start slamming into you. He gets pissed when your voice isn't as loud as the slapping from your bodies touching that's echoing throughout the room, he'll use your body as a leverage until you start moaning into the pillow.

he doesn't care that he's starting to let out loud moans, he doesn't care about how flushed his face is either. he's not gonna let himself go until you do that's for sure. he'll even grip your hair so he can hear your pretty sounds more clearly.

he tends to get a teeny bit rough on accident, but it's all out of love. <3