꩜. Painter!reader x muse!katsuki
— you have been in heavy artblock for a while now, your only inspiration being your new pro hero boyfriend. You let it slip during sex that you want him to be your muse, and then he is.
"ah, katsuki— ahh fuck.. you.. you feel so.. so good.."
Katsuki's hips involuntarily snapped into yours. Each thrust harder than the last, each of your breathless praises whispered onto his skin and hacked into his bones sweeter than the last.
"god, you're— you're so handsome.. so— shit, so pretty like this.."
"fuck, kats, i—i wanna paint you.."
"'m gonna paint you, katsuki."
"shit, baby, right there.. right fuckin' there I'm— 'm gonna.. ahhh fuck—"
"didn't tell me you paint."
"well, i mean," you kicked off your shoes at the front door, a grunt in between your words as your left shoe struggled to come off. "Technically, I didn't paint when we met. So i didn't tell you 'bout it."
"fuck does that mean?" Katsuki asked, he followed you through the small apartment as you led him to what you had referred to as your 'art room.'
"i was in embarrassingly heavy art block for like, a couple days before we met, and then i got busy with work and i spent time with you so, you know." You let the conclusion hang in the air. "That's why i didn't tell you. 'cuz technically, I didn't paint when we met."
Katsuki scoffed at your response, "should've still mentioned it, dummy."
You scratched the back of your neck nervously as you responded. "I know, i know. I was going to! But i was.. kind of shy to ask.."
Katsuki's confusion-irritated expression made you keep going,
"ah! Um, y'see.. I've.. been wanting to paint you for like, a while now. But I didn't know how to bring it up since we haven't been dating for that long. I thought it might be weird asking something of that level of intimacy so early, so i decided not to." You confessed, keeping a small detail to yourself.
Katsuki 'tch'ed, but your reasoning seemed reasonable enough for him to not respond verbally.
He didn't need to know you've been aching to paint him before you knew him as katsuki.
When you first took interest in dynamight, it was just practice. There had been an insanely talented photographer who'd managed to catch a rare good photo of him without getting yelled at or getting an explosion in the face, so you decided to paint it.
He was mid-attack. Smoke and debris were the background, and he was everything else. His arms were stretched and covered the lower half of his face, but his eyes were the main focus of the shot.
Brutality, determination, routine, passion.
His eyes portrayed so much so easily. The eyes speak clearer than words, when the soul is filled with purpose and identity. And his surely was.
The eyes are the window to the soul, after all.
You twisted a different key into one of the rooms' locks, and the door was opened with a 'click'.
Katsuki stepped in behind you. He moved with caution and curiosity, you did with comfort and familiarity.
"sorry for the mess, haven't been in here for a minute!"
The room was almost coated entirely in artwork.
There was a sculpture near curtained windows, from the chest up. Dry and hardened by the light and time.
Dry and hardened by time was also the two paint pallets he spotted on a desk near the wall next to the door. Scattered around it were various sketches, all scribbles and none what could be called a full drawing. And yet Katsuki couldn't tear his gaze away from a singular one.
Then he'd turn his head to find you. Amongst the abandoned canvas's and the easel you were adjusting. Moving to your shelf of paint and brushes and the empty water cup covered in painty fingerprints.
"ya really made all this shit?"
You giggled at the question, bringing your choice of supplies over to your spot behind the canvas. "No i stole some of them." And after a beat you added with a smile, "of course i made them all kats!"
Katsuki smirked, his feet daring to roam the room further. He walked to the sculpture he'd spotted at the window, and he analyzed the face up close.
And god fucking damn it. It was incredible.
It was so.. cared for. Each detail was perfected with so much focus and care, that much must've been obvious to even a blind person. Katsuki wouldn't be surprised if it gazed around the room at the dead of night, mumbling to the half-finished artworks or singing to the moon, alive. The work was so deep, so calmingly elegant, it felt like you'd genuinely put a piece of your soul into it. Like you could will it to life if you wanted to.
"okay, grab a chair and get over here." Katsuki wanted to ask who the sculpture was made of, if it had been someone you know or an internet reference you had used. Or maybe you had just, figured the features and proportions out as you worked. Went with the flow, in a way. But his questions died on his tongue as he moved himself away, doing as he was told.
"i want you to be comfortable and expressive, as much as you can be at least. You can pose if you want or put on a certain expression, but keep in mind it'll be something you'll have to hold up for a while. I'll give you breaks in between though."
Katsuki stuck out his palms as his choice of pose, an explosive smirk and determined eyes his expression. The way he always is.
".. uhh.. sure." You looked like you wanted to paint anything but him right now.
"THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"
"Nothing, nothing! It's just, uh, i guess i thought you'd go for something different than your signature pose. But it's good." Good my ass.
Katsuki thought he wouldn't make an attempt to model any differently despite your reaction. He wanted to pose like himself, but his mouth moved before he really knew it.
And now katsuki realized he didn't know how else to pose, really.
You caught the rare uncertainty of his movements, slow, so he could think of a destination, a where to put his hands and a how to look.
"baby, just get comfortable. It's just me and you in here."
Katsuki's palms then found their place against the cushion of the chair, settled between his legs. He stared forward with a pout and his eyebrows pinched close. Still katsuki, but calmer.
The version reserved for you. Just you and him in here.
You smiled warmly at his expression, your fondness for your boyfriend kept barely under control as you started out your sketch.
"okay, there we go. It's finally done kats!"
Katsuki got off his chair then, stretching his unused limbs to release the soreness built in them. He walked around the creaking floorboard, and settled behind you crouched down.
It looked mag-fucking-nificent.
The paint that embodied the chair's legs and katsuki's was smushed downwards to blend in with the canvas, focusing the viewer's attention on the details above.
His hands. Rough skin pulled at the edges of soft, senseless scars.
His body. You had caught the balance between his slimness and built figure perfectly. His figure was obviously too big for the half-painted chair, and yet his posture wasn't awkwardly painted. He was portraited comfortably in the chair, indicating despite his size, his weight wouldn't threaten breaking the chair.
And His face— gods, his face. His peculiar pout that he almost always had on his face, a subconscious characteristic now. His brows drawn close to one another, and his eyes.
You'd used a vibrant red for them, so they stood out like no other detail.
"so?" You smiled at him pridefully, "d'ya like it?"
Katsuki paused, not uncertainly. Fuck yes he liked it. He fucking loved it.
"you can tell me if it's bad you know.. honest criticism is—"
Before you were given the chance to finish your sentence, your lips were caught in a kiss against katsuki's. He held you close, by your waist and by your neck. When he broke the kiss and looked at you with half-lidded eyes, you knew your answer.
A thick silence surrounded you two, and you broke it before it swallowed you.
"I'm glad you like it.. i was a little rusty, so i was hoping it wouldn't come out terribly."
"'s fuckin' beautiful." Katsuki muttered, not glancing at the artwork once. Eyes fixated on you. "Y/n."
His words surely caught you off-guard, but you'd be lying to yourself if you thought for a moment that you didn't replicate the feeling.
"fuck— me too kats. I love you too."
Katsuki kissed you again, deeper. You could feel his smirk against your own. And when the kiss was broken, he spoke first.
"oh my god yes. I'm starving.."
A/n : hello gang, I've had this idea for a while now so here we go. I hope it doesn't suck and that you enjoy reading!
Criticism is welcome as always.
I'm finally getting the hang of tumblr! First cutsie theme yall. I still don't know how to add font to gradient text though.. Anyways, bye bye now. (◍•ᴗ•◍)
