aang accidentally catching you bathing in one of the small lakes during the sunset, the soft golden rays making your skin practically glow
he wants to look away, but he can't, not when his eyes are tracing the rivulets of water down your curves; how he wished to be a drop of water on your skin
his eyes follow the droplets drip off your nipples, perked up from the water's cooling temperature. it isn't until you slowly start to stand that his attention is immediately turned elsewhere.
the dark cluster of curls between your legs.
aang practically passed out as all the blood rushed to his cock.
movement by the treeline finally caught your eye, you immediately stood in a defensive stance, until you saw the top of a familiar bald head
"aang?" you called out, resuming a relaxed stance, feeling completely unashamed of your nudity "that you?"
aang grimaced as he tried to tuck his hard length away "uh ye-" he cleared his throat"yeah, uh." The avatar peeked his head out, trying to avoid eye contact like he wasn't about to jerk himself off from peeping at you bathing "ka-katara finished dinner, whenever your ready!"
he scurried away before he could fully succumb to the urge to seat you on his face for hours
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zuko trying to keep his composure as you braid his hair in the mornings
you can feel him willing his own betraying body to stop squirming - shifting his hips from side to side, desperately hoping you don’t notice the way his eyes practically roll back if you give a small tug to his inky black locks
a soft sound escapes him
you can’t help the small twitch of a smile teasing the corner of your lips as you tie off the end of the braid, gently laying it down his back
his golden eyes flutter open to you, his faithful chambermaid, knelt in front of him. “anything else I could-” your own eyes flick down to the obvious bulge peaking out underneath his robes “..take care of for you, my lord?”
cw: 18+, aged up!tenya, college!au, oblivious!tenya, explicit content and language, borderline feral!reader, virgin!reader, virgin!tenya, shameless smut, vaginal sex, bareback creampie (wrap it before you tap it pls!)
an: this man has been living in my mind more than usual, but here's something i've been working on for the past few months (life got weird for a bit), but please enjoy whatever tf this is
to the rest of your classmates it seemed like you had hit the relationship jackpot and in many ways you definitely did. tenya was attentive and caring, he always made sure you had breakfast before class, gave you flowers when he felt you needed them, even giving you access to his credit card without asking.
but there was something missing and the thought of it was eating you up inside.
you and tenya had been dating for nearly six months and you hadn't had sex yet. not only that, you haven't seen him naked at all.
at first you thought he was just shy and needed time to warm up, but has the months passed by you couldn't help but feel like there had to be something else.
whenever things start to get hotter and heavier, he pulls away and gives you a kiss on the forehead. you know he likes it you can very clearly see how much he enjoys it! the thought of tenya adjusting the bulge in his pants after he lifts you off of him practically makes your mouth water with want.
is it something you're doing? something you aren't doing? it felt like you were driving yourself crazy.
"i just don't know how else to tell him" you complained falling back on mina's bed after labs one day. "i've practically done everything besides just showing up naked."
mina let out a soft snort "honestly, he probably needs something ridiculously obvious! i mean, kiri had a hard time too when we first started dating, maybe tenya is just a late bloomer."
your phone buzzed, startling you out of your memory. it was late and you practically were dozing off at your desk, trying to cram some extra studying in.
you reached over and read the incoming text with wide eyes.
you began pacing inside your dorm, luckily UA's collegiate campus wasn't very big and the men's dorms were in the building next door. you looked down at your outfit and grimaced. your very well loved and well worn sweatpants and your dad's college sweater had definitely seen better days. you quickly rifled through your closet to see what would be appropriate. something slightly seductive and didn't make it look like you had a giant neon sign pointed directly at your crotch that said "ENTER HERE".
a flash of red ribbon caught the corner of your eye and immediately felt your face flush with embarrassment. with slightly trembling hands you reached down to the back of your closet and pulled out a black box that had started to gathered dust.
you remember the moment that Mina shoved it into your hands at your birthday party last year.
you pulled gently at the ribbon and set the box on your desk, you hadn't opened it since she had gifted to you. "just keep it in case of an emergency!" she winked knowingly "white means innocent, right? gotta ruin it sometime.'
inside sat a pristine white laced baby doll lingerie, complete with delicate lace and crotch-less bottoms. this is too much...right?
you snatched up the lingerie and began to change. neon sign be damned.
once you finished changing and touching up your makeup, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. the lingerie fit you perfectly, the lace accentuating your curves in all the right places, you covered yourself with one of your long winter coats, preparing to shield yourself from the cold outside.
"here goes nothing" you breathed out, steeling your nerves.
you fixed your hair one more time out of nervous habit before you knocked on his door.
tap, tap, tap
the door swung open and you were greeted by the retreating back of your partner. "thank god you're here, baby" You heard him call out over his shoulder. tenya's broad back was hunched over, clearing his desk.
"someone's desperate" you grinned, quickly dropping your coat. nipples perked in excitement as you waited for him to turn around.
"yes! I've actually been trying to figure out this for my quirk evolution thesis and yours actual-" tenya finally turned around to see you in practically nothing, a furious blush on your face as you realized how severely you misunderstood the situation.
"oh my god"
"oh my god!" tenya's papers went flying as he turned to cover his eyes, but it was too late, the image of you in close to nothing was officially seared into his brain. "wh-what is happening?!"
"i'm so sorry!" you rushed to cover yourself with something-anything at this point. "i-just. your text!"
you looked over your shoulder and watched tenya pace around the room with both hands covering his eyes. but your gaze immediately fixed on the very noticeable bulge straining the front of his sweatpants.
you paused and debated your next move.
option 1: you apologize even more and quickly leave, praying to whatever God is out there that tenya won't break up with you and label you as a absolute perv
or...
option 2: see where this goes
you could tell tenya was trying to control his breathing, making the hard planes of his chest expand with every breath. you knew you could cum from riding the ridges of his abs alone.
option 2 it is
you slowly approached the blue haired man like one would approached a spooked animal "tenya..?" you reached out carefully, you hand cold against his flushed skin "tenya, look at me...please?"
"i-it's improper!"
"i want you to!" you finally cried out "i want you to look at me like this, ten. i-i want you to touch me!"
tenya's pacing stopped at your sudden declaration. he had always been taught to never look indecently at women, especially at their most vulnerable. he always keep you at arms length, not because he wanted to, but because he want you to be tainted by the impure thoughts that danced in his head whenever you were around. he wanted to do it right because you deserved only the best he could give.
he felt like absolute scum whenever you'd leave his dorm after a heavy make-out session, how quickly he'd rip off his bottoms and jerk off at the memory of you grinding yourself on his lap.
tenya never for a moment thought about how much you wanted him in return. he couldn't fathom it. why would the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen want to anything to do with him?
"tenya?" you called out softly this time, your hands coming up to meet his, slowly pulling them down to rest at your hips. you took his chin in your hand and turned his head so his carmine eyes met yours. "i want this, tenya iida. i want you."
"i've never done this before" he confessed, like it was something to be ashamed of.
"neither have i" you smiled, your hand gently caressing his cheek "but we can learn..together."
"together" he agreed as he rushed forward, your mouths meeting in a fury of pent up feelings and unabashed freedom.
he quickly scooped you up, the feeling of your plush thighs wrapped around him was enough to have him let out a soft moan. were you always this soft?
"th-the bed, ten. please" you murmured in between wet kisses. before you could blink, you felt yourself fall back onto his neatly made bed. the force made your legs fall open.
his eyes immediately zeroed in between your legs. oh my god she's wearing a crotchless outfit.
tenya had never been a religious man, he had always based himself with science and logic, but seeing your core bare for the first time? it was like seeing God for the first time. your folds were already glistening with arousal, practically dripping on his perfectly fitted sheets.
you began to squirm under tenya's focused gaze, you went to cover yourself, but quickly felt your hands be pinned above you.
"don't" he rasped, voice hoarse. "don't shield me from the most beautiful thing i've ever seen" he quickly let your hands go to push your thighs further apart. "c-can i?"
it felt like you couldn't nod fast enough as you watched tenya trace a hesitant finger down your folds.
it felt like you were being touched by a live wire, you felt white hot under his touch "ah!"
he quickly withdrew his hand "did i hurt you?"
"no! no! i promise, it felt good! i-i'm just not used to someone else touching me like that"
tenya sat up and adjusted his glasses "will you show me how-uh-"
you gave him a reassuring smlie "you want to see how i touch myself, ten?"
for the first time in a long time, tenya iida was at a loss for words, all he could do was nod tensely.
you scooted a bit up the bed so you could lean back comfortably as you let your legs fall back open. god, you've never done this for an audience before.
as if he could read your thoughts, tenya spoke gently "it's just me, my love. it's okay."
you closed your eyes briefly as your fingers dipped to your pussy, you let out a small noise of pleasure as you circle your clit slowly. you looked up and grinned.
tenya was making the same face he does when he was trying to study for his exams. what you couldn't see was the restraint he was practicing, all he wanted you to do was suffocate him between your thighs as he devoted his life to simply pleasuring you.
his eyes widened slightly as you slid two fingers inside, the lewd squelching noises your pussy was making almost made him come then and there.
"fuck it" he breathed out, you could barely register what was happening before tenya moved your hands out of the way and buried his face in your cunt.
there's absolutely no way he hasn't done this before, you can already feel your orgasm nearing and he hasn't even been down there for five minutes
he replaced your fingers with his and you let out a low whine at the stretch. jesus, if his fingers are this thick, what's the rest of him like??
"ten! fuuck, just like that!" you cry out as he sucks greedily on your clit. with a small curl of his fingers, he could feel the soft spongy spot inside. your hips bucked to fuck yourself back on his fingers, practically riding his face "i-i'm-oh my god. i'm gonna cum!"
tenya's fingers kept that steady space, hitting your g-spot over and over until the pleasure coiled inside you snapped. tenya greedily lapped up the evidence of your release to the point where you had to push his head away from you
tenya quickly leaned forward to kiss you, smearing your slick on both of your chins. "i need more, my love. i-please. please" the need to be inside you felt like it was burning him alive.
you barely nodded before he was shoving off his boxers and sweatpants. his cock was hard and leaking as he smacked against his toned stomach
tenya kneeled back onto the bed, effortlessly pulling you closer to him. in a small moment of hesitation his eyes met yours. the eyes he fell for the first time you met, the eyes that always twinkled with mirth and glee, the eyes that would would hide whenever you'd tear up at dog shelter tiktoks. when he looked at those eyes now in this moment, he was met with neither hesitation nor fear, but with such love and trust that it felt like it was knocking the wind out of him.
you nodded at him with a small smile, "it's okay" you reassured him.
he moved forward slowly, guiding his tip through the slick gathered at your entrance, slowly teasing himself against your folds "oh jesus"
"baby" you urged him, the urge to beg for more creeping up your throat
with a deep breath, tenya moved.
you gasped as your felt the thick tip of tenya's cock push into you. the immediate feeling of your pussy stretching to accommodate him made your eyes roll back. your moans became louder with every shallow movement.
sweat gathered at the temple's of tenya's face, making his hair stick to his skin. his breathing became shallow as he tried to restrain himself from plowing into you. he watched as your pussy sucked him in.
"i-it's s-so much!" you cried out "ten, please!"
"i know, baby. i know, it's okay, you're okay. you're doing so good, angel."
with a final push, he finally sheathed himself down to the hilt
"i'm inside you" you could hear him murmur, more to himself than anything. you couldn't help the small laugh that slipped out of you
"how's it feel, hero?"
"warm, god you're so warm. an-and wet." it feels like...everything."
you wanted to bask in this moment longer, but the ache between your legs became too strong to ignore, you gently bucked your hips against tenya's trying to signal your urge
"i-i don't know how long i'll last, my love"
in all honestly, you didn't know how much longer you were going to last either, the sensations flowing through you were overwhelming. you've masturbated before, but it was nothing compared to the real thing
"want more, ten..want you, please"
it was like a light switched behind tenya's eyes. he hooked your legs onto his shoulders, folding you into a tight mating press - you could practically feel your knees to your chin
"whatever you want, angel"
he picked up a pace you could only describe as brutal. this wasn't the meek tenya you knew, that man was replaced by something driven solely by instinct and sheer desire to claim what was his.
it felt like you were succumbing to some sort of delirium with every thrust of his hips. you couldn't tell if minutes or hours had past, all you knew was tenya iida.
tenya wasn't fairing any better, the feel of you around him was all-consuming, an addiction he knew he wasn't going to beat. he studied every anatomy book, read through every reddit forum on how to please a woman, he practically spent hours watching female directed porn for research. but theoretical practice couldn't prepare him for the real thing.
he reached down and pulled down the sheer lace covering your tits. the sight of them bouncing freely was almost enough to make him come on the spot.
"god, you-you're so beautiful. you feel like heaven"
you gasped as he bent down to suck on your chest, the sensation driving you over the edge.
you came a second time with a cry of his name on your lips and tenya wasn't far behind
his hips bucked against you with an rapid, irregular pace before stuttering out
"oh oh fuck!"
if you could've taken a picture of tenya's face as he came, you would have proudly displayed it in your living room. his usual stern frown had softened into a serene smile. his glasses fogged and askew
suddenly his bright red eyes widened "I came inside you. oh my god! I CAME INSIDE YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM."
your laughter broke through his mounting panic.
he was in the process of starting a full blown panic attack and you were laughing?!
"i'm sorry!" you tried to muffle your giggles "i'm on the pill, it's okay! i even have a plan b just in case" you rubbed soothing circles along his back.
it was like he fell in love with you all over again.
you paused for a moment, feeling something strange against you. you peered down to find tenya fully hard again against your thigh.
"you got turned on by that?!"
"it's hot how prepared you were, that's all!" the tips of his ears turned red at your teasing "but...i'd very much like to do that again, if you would."
catching virgin!tenya watching porn and being so immensely turned on by the fact that he was taking notes on techniques and what he'd think you'd like or not like.
"you even color coded them for me, ten?" you panted out with a grin while riding him.
"i even-jesus fuck-even used cornell notes" tenya whined as his confession made you fuck him faster, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train
you can't tell me that katsuki didn't take dance classes growing up and refused to tell anyone until he saw one of his cousin's fugly friends trying to pull you to the dance floor at a wedding
"come on, sweetheart!" you winced at the fumes of alcohol coming from this dude's mouth "it's just a dance!"
before you could come up with an excuse, you felt a warm and strong hand wrap around your waist
"if you wanna keep your disgusting hands, you better back. the fuck. up" katsuki growled out from behind you. he didn't bother waiting for whatever drunken excuse that poor bastard would've conjured up
"where are we going??"
"you wanted to dance, so we're gonna dance" katsuki winked at you before pulling you to the middle of the dance floor. your eyes darted around as the other couples took to the floor.
the live orchestra, that cost his cousin a small fortune, began to play a sweeping waltz.
you felt yourself freeze. listen, you were a great dancer. you loved it. you could shake ass to anything. but this??
you were so out of your element.
"katsuki I can't fucking waltz! let's just go!" you pleaded with him
"listen, just follow my lead. it's gonna be okay, princess" the blonde grinned at you as he took your hand in his and tightened his hold on your waist. "ready?"
before you could respond, katsuki quickly glided you across the dance floor.
he muttered reassurances under his breath as he beamed at you. you had known katsuki for years, but it felt like the man who was currently twirling you was a stranger.
"okay, pretty girl, big finish" katsuki gave you a final spin as the music swelled to a finish. he cradled the back of your head as he dipped you with a flourish.
applause sounded around you but all you could focus on was the heaving of both your chests and bright carmine eyes shining down on you.
katsuki lifted you up gently, making sure you didn't hurt yourself.
"what in the actual fuck was that?" your voice sounded dazed to your own ears as the explosive hero guided you back to your table, handing you a water.
"that was amazing" you could still feel the faint buzz of adrenaline under your skin "I wanna do it again. will you teach me??"
katsuki leaned over and kissed you softly "whatever you want, angel. but if you breathe a word of this to our idiot friends, I will deny it until I'm blue in the face."
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☁️ this is one of my favorite songs off the album and i just had to write something with it. also i NEED more pathetic katsuki!!
thinking about fwb!katsuki who started off as your rival at the agency, loving the feeling of chasing you to the top.
fwb!katsuki who gets hard watching you train, throwing your opponent onto the mat with practiced ease. you’ve never let anyone go easy on you, especially katsuki. he learns that you fuck like you fight, all teeth and tongue. the hickeys take weeks to fade, but he finds that he doesn’t mind it
fwb!katsuki getting weak in the knees when you pull him into unsuspecting hall closets at the agency or sneaking up to the rooftop to sink down on your knees, smile all sweet and saccharine with a feral look behind your eyes as you make quick work of unbuckling his belt; licking a stripe up his weeping cock “careful, kats. you don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”
fwb!katsuki who can’t stop thinking about you. the way your hero costume hugs your curves in all the most delicious places, the way your chest heaves with after a grueling workout. he thinks he’s starting to go crazy, smelling the sweet smell of your perfume when he’s alone; the thought of you is an addiction he can’t help but give in to.
fwb!katsuki who finally works up the courage to confess his feelings to you, thinking (hoping) you feel the same way, he’s met with a batted lashes and a perfectly manicured nail tracing down the line of his throat “i think it’s enough to keep it this way, don’t you, dynamight?”
you pull him forward, the same bruising kisses that he loves, your hands making quick work of undoing his hero costume. he can feel a small pit forming in the bottom of his stomach, but if this is the way he can keep having you than he’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied.
Clark Kent lives for two things - saving the world and worshipping you
cw: 18+, yearning/pathetic!clark, subby!clark, fem!reader, implied curvy reader, clark is a BEGGER, probs too much usage of "golly", body worship
an: okay y'all this is my first actual attempt at writing full smut so pls be nice 🥹
there’s something about clark that feels like he has to earn the right to fuck you, like it’s the biggest privilege he gets to have (regardless of the fact that you’ve been together for several years).
when you started working at the daily planet, he was the first to notice that you didn’t partake in the frequent coffee orders, instead the recycling bin by your desk was practically overflowing with energy drink cups and cans, so now he’ll have your favorite summertime order - a lavender lemonade redbull spritzer - ready and waiting by the time that 2:30 slump hits
you mentioned once that you wanted to learn the language of flowers, so clark took it upon himself to get you a fresh bouquet every month with a hand written note on what the flowers meant. this month was marigolds, “marigolds are often seen as symbols of joy, resilience, and passion - everything i think of when i see you”
he couldn’t afford to take you out to the fanciest places in metropolis, but he felt pride in making you homecooked meals every night. you loved the way his face lit up when you’d let out a soft moan of joy when eating his food, he hounded ma kent for her recipe book the first time you complimented his cooking.
if it was up to you, you’d let that farm boy fuck you on every surface of your apartment, any day of the week, but it’s clark who forces himself to wait until friday evenings.
you usually get home later than he does, he’ll greet you with a soft smile, you can see the tension in his posture from trying to hold himself back.
“let’s get you comfortable, sweetheart.” he murmurs, his fingers always hover over your clothes as if asking for permission.
a soft kiss to his cheek gives him the green light to start to undress you, not even waiting to take you to your shared bedroom. his large hands gently unbuttoning your blouse; button by torturous button. “clark, just rip it off” you whined
“ma always said to save the wrapping paper” he teased “this is my present”
goosebumps decorated your skin as he undressed you, making sure to fold your clothes into neat piles. taking care of you also meant taking the upmost care of your things
he always left the heels for last
your soft curves decorated with the lace of your lingerie, contrasting with your sleek heels always made him unconsciously palm himself through his slacks
you pull him close for a chaste kiss and grin as he tries to chase you for another when you pull back "these need to go" you tugged on his belt. within an blink of an eye, he was naked before you. his work clothes torn and discarded
“golly” he breathes out, falling to his knees before you. bright blue eyes looking at you as if you were a miracle created by the gods just for him to worship
you give him a small, slow spin; completely addicted to the way his eyes never leave your form. the way his hands twitch, wanting to reach out and touch. “angel, can i?” clark rasps out, his voice raw with desire “let me touch you, please. i-i’ve been good”
you lean down to cup his cheek, clark instantly leans into your touch. his eyes fluttering closed “i did good, just let me touch you, taste you”
you had the man of steel so whipped for you, your sure he’d come then and there if you wanted him to
“you have been good, baby” he preened at your praise “come get your reward”
he didn’t even give you a chance to take off your shoes, he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, lavishing in the inside of your soft thighs with nips and kisses. he eats you like a man starved, like you were his only source of sustenance.
his tongue making quick work in between your slick folds, a low groan leaving him as he tasted you.
“fuck, clark” you clutched his curls tight, practically grinding yourself against his face.
“gosh, hon-“ his movements were getting sloppier, you could see your arousal dripping down his chin “you taste so good, t-thank you”
he was making you see god and yet here he was thanking you for the opportunity
“can i use my fingers, baby? please, please it’ll feel so good”
you couldn't even respond, just a high whine leaving your lips was the only indication he needed.
it wasn't a secret that clark was big, you had cat and lois constantly asking "just say when" as their hands attempted to guess his length. getting you prepped and stretched out for him was a privilege he couldn't ignore
the feeling of his thick fingers entering you always feels like the first time. you let out a small noise of pain clouded pleasure
"i know, baby, i know i'm sorry" clark murmured against your skin. "you're perfect, always so perfect for me"
he hasn't even entered you yet and he always already pussy-drunk. his pupils so blown out, you could barely see the blue of his irises
two fingers into your warmth, slick coating his digits. he curls them slowly, hitting that sweet spot over and over until your orgasm finally hits you like a freight train
pride blooms in clark's chest as he watches your body tremble and your eyes roll back
clark sinks lower to hook your other leg over his shoulder, so he's fully carrying you off the ground and without missing a beat he quickly fills you
it feels like the air is being punched out of your lungs. you feel him everywhere, the stretch of him burns so deliciously
"ohhh thank you" clark moans, completely lost in the sensation of your wet cunt squeezing him. he mumbles out a constant stream of thank yous and i love yous
"clark please, baby" you hiccup out as he bounces you on his cock. the sounds of slick squelches and heavy breathing fill your apartment
tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes as you feel yourself near another release
"i got you, honey. let me feel it again, please" clark speeds up, your head lulls back as you cry out.
"clark!" you cry out "i'm clo-close, i'm gonna-!" the tight coil in your belly snaps as your second orgasm floods you. eyes screwed shut as your mouth opens in a silent scream
"so beautiful, g-good god. can i finish inside? i wanna fill you up so much, baby. let me, please? please"
you can barely form a coherent sentence, but you find the energy to nod.
the slapping sound of skin on skin increases, clark's movements become more and more frantic as he chases his release
you can feel him paint your insides, his cum flooding your core, so much so that it begins to drip out of you, back down his still hard cock.
you can still feel your body tremble from the aftershocks, your senses are overloaded, absolutely fried.
clark's lips find yours as he kisses you through it "there's my girl, what did i do to deserve you?" he mumbles into your sweaty, warmed skin.
he doesn't pull out as he walks you into your shared bathroom "you ready, angel?"
you brace yourself as he lifts you up, you both let out a small noise as he pulls himself out of you and slowly sits you down on the cold counter.
"here, pretty girl, hold onto that" he wraps you in a soft towel as he starts the bath, another of his favorite after care routines.
you watch as the love of your life, literal superman, tries to find the perfect aromatherapy combination to add to your bath after completely rearranging your guts
katsuki couldn't bring himself to actually hate him.
the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with. the man who supported you over the years, the man who held your hand through the shit you went through as you navigated the aftermath of the war.
he knew that you and katsuki were close; have been and always will be.
he would invite katsuki over for dinners, sent him invitations and postcards for the holidays, even going as far as asking him to be his best man, "you're important to her, so you're important to me, man."
so when you showed up on his doorstep one night, eyes watery and lips red with anxiety ridden bites, he was more than confused.
"what did he do?" katsuki immediately growled, confused as fat drops of tears flowed more freely down your pink-tinged cheeks.
"nothing! that's the problem!"
katsuki stepped aside as you barged into his apartment and draped yourself over his couch. "he hasn't done anything, he's kind and sweet! he's attentive and funny!"
what is happening right now???
"are you on the fuckin' rag or something? why the fuck are you complaining about nothing?!"
"ugh!" you hurled as pillow at the blonde "no! i just-" hic "it feels like there's no passion. i feel like i have to beg him to touch me sometimes. i hate it. like i'm parading around in fuckin' lingerie and he's just like 'honey did you remember to buy dish soap?' like is that normal? is this what relationships become after being together for years?" you asked, voice small...embarrassed. you hated feeling vulnerable, especially talking about your relationship. katsuki was the only person you felt safe enough to talk about your feelings with.
not that anyone would believe you, all they saw was the boy with the insane temper. like he was still that muzzled teenager they saw on tv all those years ago.
katsuki simply stared at you. you, the woman who could have him beg on his knees for you in an instant. the thought of you sauntering around his apartment in lingerie made his mouth water with want.
the woman who had held his heart captive without even knowing.
you felt like you had to beg to touched?
katsuki felt his head shake "no" he rasped out as he slowly approached you.
you never considered katsuki to be someone you wanted, but as you watched the way he stalked towards you, you could feel your insides warm. a feeling you missed in your own relationship.
the red of his irises barely visible as he crouched in front of you.
"you should never feel that way" you watched as katsuki's hands twitched with restraint to touch you "your partner should be obsessed with you. with every single piece of you."
without thinking you reached out and ran your fingers through the soft spikes of his hair. katsuki bit back a groan from the contact, fighting the urge to roll his eyes back in pleasure.
watching the #4 pro-hero on knees in front of you filled you with emotions you had never considered. or maybe you have and never thought he'd reciprocate them, so you buried them to the point of no return.
"kats..." you breathed out, moving your left hand to cup his cheek.
the glint of your engagement ring made his body freeze, dread filling his veins. what the fuck was he doing? you were taken. spoken for or whatever. katsuki was a lot of things, but homewrecker wasn't one of them.
he took your hands in his and placed a tender kiss on the top of your hands. like a promise being made to himself.
"he's probably stressed with work, bab-y/n. it's busy season for the company, right?" katsuki's voice returned back to his gruff tone as he plopped himself onto the couch. the nonchalant pose was a stark contrast to the katsuki that knelt in front of you seconds ago "he'll come back around, i promise."
you sat back and tried to regain control of your breathing.
