#kelisewrites

your eyes flutter open as you wake up— still sick. your head pounding, your throat scratchy, and your nose blocked.

katsukis been staying in your apartment with you since yesterday, when you randomly got sick.

he’s sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you intensely, in case you need a tissue for your nose or some water.

your voice is groggy, and thick of sleep. “..hey.”

“mornin’ zombie.” he replies, hand on your hip.

you sit up a little, “stop it,”

“made you tea,” he grabs a mug from your nightstand, and brings it towards your mouth. “gotta get somethin’ in you. easy— it’s hot.”

you take a sip, not really noticing how close he is until now. “thanks,” you mumble.

“you’re welcome.” he says, his voice low and gentle. after he sets the mug back down, he brings his hand to your face, moving your hair out of the way.

you shake your head a little, making him move. “ugh no. i’m so disgusting right now.”

he just smiles at you, leaning even closer. “you always say that crap when you’re sick.”

your heart pounds a little, because you know he’s doing this on purpose. trying to flatter you when he knows you feel like crap. you notice him leaning in suddenly, but before his lips can touch yours, you turn your face away quickly.

“what? I can’t even give you a damn kiss?” katsukis amused. just thinks you’re so cute when youre like this.

“no! you’ll get sick!” you throw the blanket up over you, hiding. “back up katsuki.”

he laughs, and tries to find you under the blankets. “you seriously hiding from me?”

you peep your head out from the blanket so you can look at him. sniffling, “yes! ever heard of self control?”

“just one?”

standing up, “nooo!” you rush out of the room dramatically, taking the blanket with you as protection from him.

he follows you, laughing to himself. “i’ve been sick before, you know. I ain’t gonna die from one kiss.”

you wrap the blanket around you, now looking like a burrito running around frantically. with a whine, you yell to him:“stop following me!” going into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you quickly.

he’s on the other side of the door now, smirking. with a gentle knock, “you taking a piss or somethin?”

feeling a little giddy and breathless from all of the running around, “i’m staying away from you!! you’re a bad influence.”

he sighs dramatically, but you can still tell he’s smirking. “fine then. i’ll wait. can’t stay in there forever.”

after a few minutes of blowing your nose, you crack the door open a little, to see katsuki still standing there, looking smug.

his face softens a little when he sees you come out, your nose red and nose all stuffy. “come on out. i know you gotta be hungry by now.”

you step out fully of the bathroom fully, letting the blanket fall off of you. still feeling like he’s up to no good. “there she is. c’mere baby.”

he grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. you try hesitating, but it’s no use. his words are coaxing you like honey, pulling you towards him.

he tugs you gently into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “see? we’re fine.”

you mumble into him, “..you’re gonna get sick.”

“it’s worth it.” he says before bringing his hand up to cup your face, thumb running across your jawline.

he doesn’t let you respond. his mouth presses into yours, and your mind is completely gone. your head wasn’t pounding anymore, and the fogginess was forgotten.

the kiss is slow, and reverent. by the time he pulls back, he’s looking at you like you hung the moon or something.

he grins down at you, then pulls you into a hug. “can’t resist me, huh?”

and with that, you hit his chest lightly, giggling. even sickness cant keep him away.

it’s 2 in the morning when katsuki hears a rapid banging on his door.

dragging himself out of bed, he gets up with a groan, slips on the nearest pair of sweatpants he can find, and goes to open his door.

and when he does, it’s you. standing there, in your pajamas, eyes red and puffy like you’d been crying.

rubbing his eyes, voice full of sleep. “..the hell? what’s going on?” he already stepping back allowing you to come in.

sniffing, “he cheated on me—we…broke up.”

you step closer to him, letting your face hit his chest and you start to sob.

oh.

oh.

fuck yeah.

he freezes before wrapping his arms around you slowly, pulling you closer, trying to comfort you. “cmere, i got you.”

you continue to sob into his shoulder, finally being able to let everything out. but little do you know, behind your back, he’s grinning like a villan. fucking ecstatic. practically shaking with excitement.

katsuki has been in love with you for months. but couldn’t do anything about it due to your asshole of a boyfriend.

and now, he didn’t have to hide anything. he’s been respectful of your relationship, sure, he wasn’t going to ruin anything for you. he’s no home wrecker.

you settle down a bit, pulling back to look at him. his hair is a mess, clothes all disheveled, and his eyes tired. you didn’t even realize until now that you must’ve woken him up. “you.. were sleeping.”

he doesn’t even care that you woke him up. this is way more important than sleeping. katsuki nods and gives you a soft smile. he grabs your hand and leads you to his couch. “don’t worry about me right now. come sit.”

he sits down first, pulling you down with him. closer than usual. he rests his hand on your knee, trying to sooth you. there was no holding back now. no more boundaries.

he lifts his arm, allowing you to lean into him. “I just thought he loved me..”

biting his lip to tame his smile, “he was a lame anyway.” his hand finds your back, rubbing soft circles. his voice is sweet. like, almost too sweet. “you’re alright. im here.”

after about half an hour of you rambling on about how you found out, along with on and off crying, katsukis set you up comfortably in his bedroom with a big blanket, some water, and a change of clothes.

softly, “that dick didn’t deserve you. you’re better than him you know.”

“thanks katsuki.” when you look at him, theres a spark of something in his eyes. “can i stay here tonight? i’ll just sleep on the couch.”

the couch? hell no. not when now he can have you right by his side. he’s quick to respond: “nah. we’re both gonna sleep in my bed.”

katsukis about to have the best night of his life. why?

that asshole? gone.

obstacles? none.

you? here. his to finally take care of.

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cuz all these tiktoks lol 1 2 3

“can i.. ask you somethin?” katsuki sits up suddenly, fully facing you, appearing serious.

tilting your head, “sure whats up?”

he hesitates, his eyes darting everywhere but to yours. with a deep breath, “you know how guys will— or, a guy and a girl.. whenever they’re— fuck,” he pauses, grumbling.

“i don’t know how to take a bra off”

you pause, trying not to make a face or smile too big. “you.. wait—for real?”

he rolls his eyes. “yes for fuckin’ real! I haven’t been with a girl like.. that.”

“alright, so like, did you want me to teach you?” you prompt, a little nervously.

his eyes widen. “yes. what? no.. well would you?”

you feel yourself smiling. he’s so nervous. “katsuki, it’s fine. i dont mind.”

now, you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, with katsuki behind you.

“are we lifting your shirt up? or..” he asks, his hands hovering over your back waiting for you to instruct him.

“yeah, here, hold on.” you lift your shirt up by the hems, and pull it just off of your back to rest on your shoulders, giving him access but not fully going nude.

“okay so, see the clasp?” you ask him to start off.

heat rises up his neck at the sight of your bare back. clearing his throat, he musters out, “yeah.”

“most bras have that. but not all. some could have a band, or hooks, and some even unclasp in the front.” your words come out slow, trying to help him absorb the information.

“okay so, just kind of push the two sides towards each other, pinching them almost, then lift one side up. it’s like a hook mechanism.”

he follows your directions carefully, and you try to not make it obvious that his hand touching your back is making you squirm a little.

your bra releases with a quick snap. “ha! I did it. easy as fuck.”

“yeah, see? not hard. most guys just overthink it. you can put it back and try again if you want!”

he nods and hooks your bra back on, and then unclasps it again repeatedly.

“some guys will even know how to do it without looking. oh! or even one handed.”

his eyebrow raises. “and how the fuck do you know that?”

you blush, and panicking a bit: “no! not that i’ve ever—um, movies and reading and..stuff.”

“hm. what about consent? am i supposed to just ask a girl if i can strip her?”

you stifle a laugh. “i mean.. kind of? consent is obvious of course. but you should just know, especially if she’s letting you.”

he hums in response behind you, clasping your bra back on for the final time and helping you to put your shirt back down.

“so are you… planning on getting someone naked then?” you half joke.

“fuck no! I just need to be prepared. for the future. can’t go lookin’ like a clueless virgin can i?”

you snort. “okay, but.. aren’t you?”

“you are the worst.”

every time you sat near him? all those times you walk around in shorts? even when you walk past? he’s staring. hard.

and he’s never subtle about it.

so you decided to test it. the next time you and katsuki are hanging out in his dorm, you casually throw your legs into his lap.

he raises his eyebrow, wondering why you moved so suddenly. he didn’t say anything though, because this wasn’t really anything out of the norm for you two.

but when you started shifting your legs around, you felt his hand on your thigh, squeezing you gently. “stop that,”

a smirk tugs at your lips. “why?”

“you know why.”

you fake a confused face, and went back to scrolling on your phone. “what! I’m just resting my legs, kats.”

“yeah”

after a few minutes, you felt katsuki settle his other hand onto you, tracing circles across your skin.

you swallow hard when you feel his hands traveling higher. he wasn’t even trying to hide it now.

he began thumbing towards your inner thigh, knowing it was stirring you up.

“kats, wh—”

“what? I’m just resting my hands, right?” he taunts.

before you can say anything else, he presses a kiss to one of your thighs. you can literally feel his palm against you growing hotter.

he stays there, his nose dragging across your skin as he continues to press his lips onto you.

your breath catches as he doesn’t let up. each kiss is so so intentional. so reverent. he’s practically worshipping you.

“fuckin’ love these thighs of yours.” he murmured against you, “prancin’ around in shorts all day, knowing damn well what you were doing, huh?”

you heart is in your ass. katsuki glances up at you, eyes half lidded, his voice low. “was waitin’ for you to let me. are ya?”

you felt yourself blushing hard as you nodded. he just hummed into your skin and let himself hold you tighter, like he wasn’t planning on letting go for anything.

katsuki turns to look at you, eyeing you down already. “fuck no,”

“pleaseeee!”

he folds his arms, serious. “told you i’m done with your dumb tiktok shit”

“i just wanna see how it’s gonna look! i’ll be super quick, swear.” before he can disagree, you’re already coming at him with a pink ribbon in your hand.

his face twitches. “make it quick then.”

you begin feeling excited as you watch him hold is arm out straight towards you, giving you full access to it.

katsukis arms are just ridiculous. his big hands, boulder shoulders, and beefy forearms always drove you crazy. it’s criminal, really.

you wrap the ribbon around his bicep as tightly as you can and finish it off with a cut little bow.

you sit back, pretty proud of your work—and honestly surprised that he would let you do this in the first place.

“there! cute right?” you grin.

he blinks. “thats it? am I supposed to flex or somethin’?”

you shrug, and he decides to test it on his own. he raises his arm up and flexes his bicep slowly, watching his skin tug against the ribbon.

SNAP!

the ribbon didn’t last another second. it literally popped—loud. flew through the air, and landed on the ground somewhere.

you stood there, a little shocked at what had just happened. he broke it with just his bicep?

fuck. that’s pretty hot actually.

“that was shit.” he shrugs, rolling his sleeve back down.

“katsuki! you destroyed my ribbon!”

a smirk forms on his face, looking too smug with himself. he looks down at his arm, as if he wasn’t expecting that either.

you knew he was strong, but my god.

his smirk grows wider. “use something stronger next time,”

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.

without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.

he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”

“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”

he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”

you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”

his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”

you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”

“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”

you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”

he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”

a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”

he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”

you chime in. “it’s not the same!”

he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.

like he already has the ring.