summary ༺๑ˊ- loving on phenomaman as he struggles loving himself sometimes.
pairing(s) ༺๑ˊ- phenomaman / katon-ur x gn!reader
cws ༺๑ˊ- established relationship, loooots of kisses, themes of body worship, intimate fluff
pitiful. that was the look phenomaman was giving you.
you knew that look, the one where his bottom lip slightly jut out, his head bobbed down and the way his eyes peeked up at you like a guilty dog.
he looked almost dejected, like someone just called him hideous or something. well, that wasn't necessarily a lie. that's what he kept calling himself. his mind was still wrapped up in his home planet, how he is ugly there.
but to you, phenomaman was ethereal. tall, muscular, but soft. gentle, loving, and lovable. that's how you would describe your lover, though words don't seem to get through him when he's in this down state.
so, you remind yourself that actions speak louder than words.
that's what brought you here, settled on top of him and your lips exploring every little inch of his being.
"what... are you doing?" he peeked down at you where you were straddling his hips. he let out a shaky breath as your lips brushed where his chest peeked out from the collar of his shirt.
"loving on you." you stated bluntly, as if you were concentrated and couldn't be interrupted from your task.
which, you were. this was serious business.
phenomaman didn't have a chance to ask anything else before feeling you grab the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling up the soft fabric to reveal his stomach to your gaze.
he was built, yes, but he had this gorgeous layer of fat over the muscle that left him warm and soft. god, he was so perfect.
his breath hitched as he felt your lips plant a single kiss beneath his navel, the muscles under your lips twitching slightly. instinctively, he tries to pull his shirt back down.
"let me make love to you." you murmured, putting your hand over his much larger one. oh, making love, he knew what that meant. he loved making love with people.
you smiled to yourself as you felt him melt back against the plush bed.
your lips explored his stomach, kissing up the center line of it before nosing affectionately at his waist. phenomaman let out a few breaths, the ticklishness of your loving caresses making his cheeks grow warm.
"you're so perfect." you whispered, kissing his hip. "so pretty, so beautiful, oh my god i can't stand it..." a hint of cuteness aggression snuck out in your voice, your hands gripping at his waist slightly.
for once, phenomaman didn't have much to say. he was loving it, his eyes closed in bliss as his fingers almost pet your head, like he wanted to return the favor.
"this feels quite... good." he finally spoke, his voice filled with gentle warmth, albeit a bit flustered. "yeah?" that brought a satisfied smile to pull at your lips.
he was just so cute. odd word to use for an all-powerful alien who could definitely destroy the earth if he so pleased, but to you, he was just a love-sick puppy.
it only encouraged you to keep going, nosing slightly at his happy trail as your hands slid up his sides, just wanting to feel him as much as you can. he was addicting to touch.
but phenomaman, katon-ur, wasn't complaining. he'd move the stars in the sky if that meant having you love him like this.
