MDNI - katsuki loves your eyes.
now—we all know katsuki isn’t the mushy, lovey-dovey type. he’s not for the excessive pda, or the cliché first kiss—hell, he doesn’t even enjoy romcoms.
ironically, however, in the most cheesy, lovey-dovey way possible, he’ll tell you every morning, every night, every day of the week, and every day for the rest of your lives together—
he loves your eyes.
maybe it’s the way they glitter in the sunlight. or maybe it’s the way they squint slightly when you’re especially focused. oh, or maybe it’s the way they never seem to break contact with his when they meet.
well, whatever the case may be, he doesn’t like it when those pretty little eyes of yours leave him. for example—right now.
katsuki has you on your back, your body fitting perfectly against the material of the mattress as his hands tighten around your wrists thrown over your head.
“fuck—look at me, baby. let me see them,” katsuki’s pace is steady, controlled yet surprisingly fast as he consistently rams his cock into your pussy, chest heaving with every movement as your pussy tightens against him.
“see what—ngh—kats?…” you mutter out, your thighs caging him in against your own body, slick-covered skin meeting as your eyes instinctively flick up to his—yours are glossy, filled with unshed tears of pleasure and sheer euphoria. and katsuki loves it.
katsuki smiles, his pace growing a bit more brutal as if your eyes are egging him on. “there they are, my pretty girls. look at them, so focused on me,” he laughs lowly, leaning in as one of his hands leaves your wrist to trace your eyelash, catching a tear.
just then, he grinds up a bit, hitting your g-spot. and, as if on command, your eyes roll back smoothly, your back arching as you make a soft sound of pleasure.
“mmm, look at ‘em. they’re seeing stars, huh?,” katsuki hums in satisfaction, a rather smug smile gracing his face as his cock slides out of your aching pussy—just to slam right back in against your gummy walls.
“kats!—stop being a tease—shit!” you huff, shutting your eyes just for him to immediately open them with his free hand, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“hey, who said you could close ‘em? i said keep ‘em on me, baby.” he retorts as he places a kiss on your forehead, his hand going back to grab your wrists as he slows his pace slightly, your pussy fluttering as he leans his forehead against yours. “they deserve an award, you know that? so goddamn gorgeous.”
𓍼 author’s note! : this has been stuck in my drafts for the longest, and you guys deserve some sort of sustenance, so here y’all go…