better than him ; b. katsuki. x reader
minors do not interact!
tw / cw (18+): established relationship, dry-humping, lots of cum (lots of it lol), reader has a v, , biting, katsuki lowkey might have a biting kink, oral (reader receiving), katsuki loves a bush
𓂃 synopsis: katsuki finds out his prude, quirkless girlfriend likes reading about him.
note ɞ˚; there just needs to be more dry humping out there.. anyway i am finally off finals and have never felt so relieved in my whole life. i can finally start writing more and posting some drafts!! so excited to share my love for writing with you all!
[part 2]
ɞ˚ divider credit + art credit; ˇ ˇ @uzmacchiato & delakami
katsuki's late night is wrapped up after a grueling mission. all he wants to do is go home, take a long shower and fall asleep with you in his arms.
as soon as he steps through the front door, he's greeted with your warm smile at the kitchen. you've made some dinner, leaving out a plate for him.
"it's still warm," you say softly, wiping the marble counter. "how was your day?"
katsuki groans as he fumbles off his boats. "annoying," he grumbled, moving towards you. "damn interns at the agency kept fucking up."
you smile, shyly moving towards him to give a kiss on the cheek. "you were one too, remember?"
katsuki scoffed. "i was at war when i was an intern." feeling your soft lips on his cheek once more, he gave you a squeeze on the shoulder. "what about your day? no one pissed you off today?"
you let out a sigh of relief. "nope. a quiet day for me at the journaling office." you help him shrug off his work jacket. "go take a bath, i also bought some nice bath bombs too. they had dynamight-themed ones for sale."
while katsuki was bathing, you found yourself some time to open up your tablet and indulge in your favourite time of the day.
you’re lying on your stomach, legs swinging lazily behind you, tablet propped up on your pillow. the screen’s glow paints your cheeks as you scroll down another paragraph, eyes widening, lip caught between your teeth.
“yeah..” he moaned. “g-gotta cream inside this pretty pussy.”
the sound is loud, the sound of your arousal hanging into his thighs as he fucks up into your warmth.
“wann-a make you full with my babies, yeah?” he smirked. “gonna fuc—k my cum into you so you can shut your mouth.”
his hips are mean, slapping up against your bottom as he thrusts his dick deeper.
he notices the look in your eyes, it’s hazed, gone.
your finger pauses just above the screen, hovering, because something spicy is about to happen and you want to savour it. your heart kicks up a little, and you hide half your face in your blanket even though you’re completely alone.
you read another line.
“p—please let me eat you out,” he whimpered unexpectedly. “please i’ll make you feel so good.”
“yeah? you like this? being man-handled like the brat you are?” he draws out, light breathy moans leaving his throat. “fucking lucky i don’t just f-fuck— aaughh—“ his grip tightens, his pace mean as he bullies his clothes cock up against your soaked panties. “fuck a baby into the cute tummy of yours..”
you moan loudly, high whimpers feeding straight to his cock.
it’s messy, and there’s a blossoming darkness on his sweatpants that’s mixed from your arousal and his.
you keen towards him, uncomfortable moans spilling from your lips against his ear.
“i—i'm gonna cum—“
and another. and then...
you kick your feet behind you dwelling in the visual depictions playing out in your head.
a tiny, muffled squeak escapes your throat before you slam the tablet down for a second, face burning.
you've never really found the courage to initiate anything sexual with katsuki. it's not like you didn't want to, it was more that you were too nervous to even bring it up.
you were still a virgin. nothing particularly wrong with that, but the whole thing about sex, the fear of being so vulnerable in front of someone, it kind of scared you. reading about it on the other hand? watching porn? your twitter feed? all within your domain.
you’re halfway through another paragraph — the one where fanfic-katsuki fucks you— when you hear it.
the soft click of your bedroom door.
your whole body jerks. the tablet nearly slips out of your hands.
you freeze, heart slamming against your ribs as katsuki moves through the dark, low and tired. you don't register he's slotted beside you.
you whip around so fast your blanket tangles around your legs. katsuki stands in the doorway, shirt hanging loose, hair messy from sleep, one hand braced on the doorframe. he squints at you, eyes adjusting to the glow from your tablet.
his gaze drops. lands right on the screen.
you don’t even have time to lock it.
there’s a single beat of silence. then another.
“…is that” he steps closer, brow twitching, “a fanfic?”
your soul leaves your body.
“no— i mean— it’s— i was just—” words trip over themselves as you slap the tablet to your chest like it’s something scandalous. “i wasn’t— it’s nothing!”
katsuki drags a hand down his face. he walks to the bed… slow. deliberate.
“y/n,” he mutters, voice rough from sleep, “why’re you hiding it like it’s porn.”
your face bursts into flames.
“it’s not porn!” you whisper-shout, horrified. you measly press the tablet further into your lap, cheeks ablaze.
he raises a brow, smirking now because he knows he’s got you cornered. “right. so i didn’t just see my name in big-ass bold letters on the top of the screen?”
"it's not—“ you frown. “it’s nothing like that!”
katsuki grabs the tablet from your hands, and you immediately dive for it, but his arm holds you back. your cheek smushes itself against his bicep.
"give it back!" you yelp out, face red. your heart is plummeting to your stomach. he wasn't meant to know about this! he wasn’t meant to uncover the truth about your filthy hobbies, period.
katsuki’s left hand is generous when he swipes through the contents on the screen. "i saw my name, i think i deserve to know—“
there's this unforgiving silence. it swims in the fullness of your stomach, suffocating you into this embarrassing moment. you're moritified.
"pro-hero dynamight breeds you," he reads, almost too slowly, as if he's trying to decipher what he's even reading. he scrolls just enough to see the warning tags. "y/n? choking, piss-kink??"
he's silent when he skims the whole post. his grip on you faltering as he reads about him "creampie-ing" said depicted reader of the story.
you quickly lunge for the tablet, snatching it back. "katsuki! it's—it's not what it looks like!"
he's now giving you a skeptical look, shock masked beneath the furrow of his brows. "what. was. that."
you laugh, sheepishly, a loud one. "was just trying to read about the villain you defeated today, b-but i think that came up instead!"
you're avoiding all eye-contact. there's this tremble in your hands that tells him you're lying. he knows you are, because now you're breathing heavy, and doing that thing where you avoid all contact when nervous.
you carefully take a peep at katsuki to gauge for a response, but he's still giving you that disapproving look. like he's waiting for a better explanation. except you don’t have one.
you don’t say anything to that, your face burning as a mixture of self-disgust and unbearable embarrassment hangs in your chest. you feel tears well in your eyes at the realization of the situation.
"i—don't know.." you force out, voice similar to one where you get caught watching porn for the first time.
katsuki's eyes widen, quickly moving closer to you to peel your hands from your face.
“hey, hey," he's brushing your hair from your face now. he takes a moment to think about what he's gonna say next. though in your head, nothing that could be ever be said would help the devastation.
you’re still clutching the tablet like it’s some priceless artifact you need to protect with your life, but katsuki?
katsuki settles into the bed like he owns it, one arm thrown behind his head, eyes fixed on you in that way that makes your stomach flip. your eyes are disciplined in a way you force yourself to not look down, and further down to his v-line.
he nods toward the tablet, brows slightly tense.
“so, you really like reading that kinda shit about me?”
your entire body tenses. “i— it’s not— i just—”
“no y/n,” he cuts you off, “answer the question. be honest with me.”
you sink into your blanket like you’re trying to disappear. “katsuki…”
“what?” he shrugs, like he’s just talking about the weather. “you’re sneaking around, hiding from me.” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing playfully. “must be something in there you like.”
you feel your heartbeat in your ears.
you shake your head weakly. “no, it’s— it’s embarrassing.”
“yeah, no shit,” he laughs, “that’s why i wanna hear it.”
your face gets so hot you swear steam might be coming out of your ears.
“katsuki, stop…” you look away, completely avoiding his gaze. “i’d just rather drop it, you weren’t meant to see that.”
his smirk widens. he shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, and suddenly his knee brushes yours. you swear your breath leaves your lungs.
“what?” he murmurs, voice softer, teasing but warm. “they makin’ me say shit i wouldn’t say?”
you choke on your spit.
he laughs under his breath - low, amused, way too pleased.
“or,” he leans in a little, eyes gleaming, “they making me do shit you wanna see?”
your heart explodes.
you shove your face into your pillow, muffling a sound that’s definitely too close to a whine. katsuki watches you with this stupidly fond look in his eyes, like he can’t believe how flustered you get over him.
after a moment, he gently tugs the pillow away from your face.
“hey,” he says quietly, still teasing but softer, “i ain’t making fun of you.” he pulls back, assessing your body reactions. “you know you’d feel a lot better if you talked to me about it.”
your eyes peek up, wide and nervous. you look away. "i just don't want you to hate me or think differently of me.”
silence fills the room, not too long before katsuki pulls you on top of him. a quiet squeak leaves your lips as he finds purchase on your hips.
"k-katsuki?!" you quickly plant your hands against his chest for stability. "what are you-"
katsuki moves his hips up against you, nice and deep, dragging your hips down. “dry-humping you,” he says, looking up at you through his lashes. “saw something about it in the filth you read.”
he runs an experimental roll of his hips up against the heat between your legs, making sure to drag out his movement to stimulate you. an unexpected sound leaves your lips in response, and you contemplate getting off and hiding in your hands, but the sight of katsuki beneath you, eyes staring at you with hunger has you frozen.
"you like that, huh?" he smirks, his cock immediately hardening up at the flushed look on your face — half-lidded eyes, eyebrows tensed, mouth open slightly.
katsuki notices the gears shifting in your head, your grip on his shirt tightening as you think. “hey, talk to me,” he says almost softly now.
your voice trips over itself completely. “i wasn’t—” you start again. i’m sorry … i want this. i’m just really embarrassed right now.” you blurt the words out so fast, it takes katsuki a moment to process what you just said. “i think im just a bit scared.”
you fall forward without meaning to, forehead bumping into his chest as your body gives up before your pride does. your fingers clutch into his shirt, knuckles tight.
“we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to,” he says, hands purchased on each side of your shoulders as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. “wanna make you feel good, though. can i do that for you?”
you nod feverishly, definitely too fast. the decision pools in your lower stomach, a hidden want that blossoms through your embarrassment. “yes please,” you breath out, face still smush against his chest. “just not to rough, please.”
you already feel your purity identity floating away from you, an overwhelming feeling that fills you with the reminder that you have not done this before. even clothed. ever.
it engulfs you, and spills out in messy words. “waitwait! i— need to tell you something,” you push against his chest, so you’re sitting perched up. “i haven’t done this before, like at all. it’s my first time…” you’re already looking away from him.
katsuki laughs. “we’re not going to have sex, it’s fine.”
the silence is bullying its way onto your face. you have this undeniable frown on your face, an visible avoidance that speaks louder than any plea.
“wait.” katsuki’s hands move from your hips, a soft hand hanging on the middle of your back. “you mean…you’ve never even done this before?”
you nod shamefully, cheeks flaring and even deeper shade of red.
“i know it’s silly, and it’s ridiculous, but it’s just really scary,” you say slowly this time. “i’m not sure how to explain it, sorry if it’s a turn off.”
katsuki’s eyes softened. “i’m not shaming you,” he said, his tone convincing. “it’s not your fault— in fact i’m glad.”
you look up back to him. “are you sure! r—really?”
he nods. “yeah, because this will feel even better.”
katsuki’s hands are plush against your hips, fingers gentle against the fabric of your as he grinds up into you.
your eyes widen at the sensation, curious eyes staring down at where the head of his clothed cock keeps bumping purposefully against your sensitive bud.
greedy, held back moan swirls in the air, muffled by the back of your hand.
“does it feel good, y/n?” katsuki’s voice comes out a bit shaky, heavy as small sounds leaves his lips. you freeze at the sight of his face. his cheeks are flushed, eyebrows relaxed, red vermillion eyes fixed on the dark patch forming from his own end.
this feeling fills you, a pleasant warmth that travels down your stomach to your pussy. the sight of katsuki so focused, lips slightly open, quiet grunts filling the air, has your hand travelling down and down.
“feels really good kats…” you whisper out, fingers moving to push your shorts to the side so you could get closer. your floral, light beige underwear is now on show, copious amount of your arousal dampening the middle.
“fuck y/n,” katsuki groaned out, hips moving faster to feel you deeper. “you’re so wet, god you smell so good.” he can't stop his eyes from diverging down to your soaked panties, loud groans growing more desperate as his hips keep rutting against yours.
your face heats at his words, a tingling feeling swelling down to the pit of your stomach. "don't say such embarrassing things...!"
the motion stays fast — controlled, grounding, almost corrective. every time you tense up, every time you try to lift your head to glare at him—
another roll.
another interruption.
your words never make it past your lips. your mouth opens, closes, useless. your cheeks burn, frustration melting into flustered silence.
“you're so cute,” he breathed out, voice edged. “been waiting to do this with you."
you make a small sound, half-protest, half-defeat. "k-katsuki! t's too much!" your voice comes out high and weak, soft whimpers feeding his ear. you fall forward, your chest plush against his.
"i've got you, you're doing such a good job for me." his voice comes out broken, unrestrained.
he's enjoying this so much more than he'd imagine. this is better than any sex he's had, and all he's doing is fucking against your underwear. he can't get enough of how soft you feel or the way you react to his moments. in fact, he could get off to the sound of your moans.
katsuki shifts beneath you, angling his hips so he can put more power into his thrusts.
this new angle brings an overwhelming sensation feeds throughout your whole pussy, planting something more sensitive in the lower half of your body. trembles travel through your body, shaky hands moving further up katsuki's shoulders.
you become more aware of how loud you're getting, filthy moans overpowering his. and god, it does not help with how good katsuki smells; this warm, caramel musk that spurs you on.
your eyes blur with tears at the relentless rhythm of katsuki stimulating you with his erection. you feel yourself quickly approaching an orgasm.
“k—kat—katsuki! i’m hnngg—“ you feel the heat coiling in your tummy, building up. “i—i think imgoingtocum!”
“fuck... please... cum, cum for me,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.
your arms wrap over his shoulders, pulling him closer. your eyes squeeze shut, suddenly overwhelmed tenfold. every part of you melts right then and there as you take his cock bumping against your folds right through your panties. every rhythmic grind of his hips brings an blinding friction to your poor throbbing clit.
your body starts to squirm more, and you can't help it. tears spill from your eyes, wetting katsuki's neck. your mouth lets out a drawn out moan that you don't recognise, a broken whimper that lets katsuki know you're very close. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point.
you can't handle it, it's too much.
all you can do is whimper loudly, and cling to him harder.
“yeah… you're getting close, huh?.”
“i-i feel like i'm going to e-explode” you whine, measly words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.
the words rush out of you fast, your eyes close, eyebrows furrowing at the pressure building.
his hands stay firm on your hips, keeping you exactly where you are. his grip tightens, before he rocks you back and forth over his hardened bulge.
“y-yeah? gonna make you cum?” he says, voice cracking at his own pleasure. “gonna let you, fuck— cum over my cock?”
you nod frantically, feeling the sensitivity of your bud catching itself over katsuki’s clothed tip.
“i can feel—i can..!” your teeth find their way to katsuki's neck, shuddering against him. they sink in, muffled moans coming out broken as you wrack with pleasure. your orgasm rips through you, turning your brain into mush.
euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arched off the bed, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.
the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you, losing control of his own rationality. you sob at the overstimulation, letting him handle you by the hips. this dull pleasure drags out, your bud pulsating from the friction. your teeth shift lower around his neck, and you suck, tongue slobbering over his skin.
katsuki's hips twitch, holding you down and his grip tightens. katsuki lets out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far, a faint cry in his tone. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.
"f-fuck!" katsuki whimpers loudly at his stimulated neck. "k-keep doing that..." the last syllable of his sentence cracks. his movements are more frantic now that he can feel his own orgasm spilling over.
his hands now, move from rocking your hips, snuggling themselves hard around your back. he plants two feet solid on the bed, his strong arms moving your whole body to meet his ruts.
you continue biting, suckling on the same spot on his neck. and that seems to absolutely send him over the edge. his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, copious amounts of precum mixed with your own arousal painting his sweats.
his grip on you tightens, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he grinds against your slick panties throughout his whole orgasm. thick ribbons on cum stain his boxers, seaming through the material and collecting at the front of his sweats.
you’re still shaking and you can feel katsuki slowly moving against you. there’s this disgusting sound of slick from the both of you that fills the empty silence.
“katsuki, need a moment..” you plead out against his shoulder. you wipe your sensitive tears with the back of your hand, face warm with the floaty feeling that settles throughout your body.
katsuki pulled you back so you’re sitting fully straight again. his rough hands move to cup your cheeks, a soft look lingering within his eyes. “you did so well,” he starts off. “don’t think i’ve came that hard before.”
you let out a weak laugh. “me neither,” you pause. “or at all…” you look to the side, the shame from earlier hovering within your chest.
katsuki notices and his brows furrow. “hey.” his thumbs wipe the remainder wetness from your cheeks. “it’s okay. if you're still talking about the whole fanfiction thing, i don't care."
"it's still embarrassing," you mumble.
"you're an adult," he says. "if anything, it's normal. and here i was out here thinking you were a prude." the sentence ends with a light chuckle from the both of you.
you slowly lie on your back, rolling off him. "that's what everyone thinks." you stare up at the ceiling. "i've never done that with anyone before."
a comfortable silence swallows the room, the distant hum of the fan whirling in the back. you stretch your body out, a quiet groan coming from you, weak limbs sinking into the seats. your shirt rides up a bit, and katsuki's eyes already cast downwards. "y/n."
you gaze up at him, clumped lashes petting your cheeks as you blink. "yes?"
katsuki's already moving downwards, positioning himself between your thighs.
and god. this proximity of his face to your cunt has him hard again. the smell of you fills his senses, and his hands are already moving at your inner thighs.
"can i..." his eyes follow yours, seeing your brows tense. "can i please eat you out."
your eyes widen. "w-we just... we just came!" your hide your face in between your hands.
katsuki's mouth salivates at the dark patch where your thin shorts meet in the middle. "i also saw about it in the fanfiction," he says blankly. his chin is now resting on the plush of your thigh. "it'll feel so good. i promise."
he's staring up at you, hungry eyes waiting for a response. his left hand thumbs your hip carefully, and you're contemplating the weight of the situation to the want of katsuki's tongue on you. the idea turns you on, undoubtedly, but what if you do something wrong? what if he doesn't like how you taste?
"you're doing it again."
"doing what?" you frown.
"that thing where you're overthinking again," he hummed, pulling back a bit to give you space. "whatever's in your head, i promise is just in your head."
"i-ugh... it's just-" you breath, finding a way to word things. "okay, what if you don't like what you see?" you have not shaved, and you haven't had your 'everything' shower.
katsuki shifted back onto his knees, now eye-height with you. "you don't know that."
you fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. "i think i do."
"i know i'll like what i see because it's you."
your eyes widen, mouth slightly agape. you scan his face for any trace of a white lie, but he's dead serious. you try to speak, but the words don't come prepared at all. "i haven't shaved."
"okay..?" katsuki laughed. "and the issue is?"
you shook your head. "...meaning you might not like it?"
"oh my god y/n, i do not care about some hair. i don't care about those types of things."
you pause, replaying his words. "are you telling the truth or just trying to get in my pants."
he nodded. "i'm telling the truth," his hands are now moving down. "and besides, i think it'd look really pretty."
you think about it, just like how you've thought about katsuki fucking you. your stomach swirls with a desire that can only be answered by him. you suck in a breath through your teeth. "...just wait."
you slowly pull down your shorts, feeding the material from your feet. a tang of insecurity and worry drowns you when katsuki's eyes linger on your center for too long, eyes moving along the curve of your legs to the plump of your lower stomach.
"can i?" his fingers rub your inner thigh, eyes fixed on your panties.
you nod meekly, throwing your hands over your eyes. "go ahead.."
katsuki then leans in so his nose is just hovering over your cunt. he closes his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh. "you smell so good." his tongue lays itself flat over your panties, prepping you almost. "so wet from just grinding on me, huh."
you shot a glare downwards at him, face red. "j-just get on with it!"
you didn't mean to snap at him, but the way time was stretching, and the proximity of katsuki's breath hot on your panties, had you frustrated.
"you don't have to ask me twice."
katsuki's fingers carefully pried your panties to the side, eyes heavy on the sight of your sopping pussy. his fingers reached to play with your folds, spreading them apart to see the slick of your arousal.
"...you're beautiful.." katsuki glanced up at you, red eyes burning into yours before leaning in to give your clit a soft kiss. uncharacteristically so.
you tried to respond, but the words fell silent in your throat. there was this pounding heat that resonated throughout the forefront of your head, cheeks blazing at the density of the situation.
"this pussy is so pretty," he groaned out before diving in.
he started off with gentle kitty licks, eyes fixed on yours as if he was assessing your reactions. the sensation felt foreign, completely different the pads of your fingers. he created a rhythm of licking from your hole to your clit, slow movements making you writhe under his hands.
the stimulation from earlier was bringing a dull feeling to your stomach. it was blunt, but overbearing. it didn't take long for a blossoming sensation to settle in the pool of your stomach.
"u-use your-" katsuki's mouth fully latched onto your clit, his soft lips suctioning the sensitive bud. "hnnghh!"
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a string of cries leaving your throat unquenched. his tongue flickered around the area, moving in a circular motion that made your toes clench.
"f-fuck! k-katsuki!"
your hands found his hair, pushing him deeper into your soaking region. sob-like whimpers escaped your lips, working in harmony with the filthy sounds below you.
katsuki ate like a man who was starved. his eyes were now closed, brows furrowed in concentration. you could feel the soft pattern on him breathing through his nose on your pelvis.
he mumbled praises into your pussy, muffled whimpers of his own vibrating against the sensations overwhelming you already. he swore he could savor this memory of you forever. the way you taste, the way you look, the way you smell. just you.
your orgasm was reaching its peak, indestructible with your boyfriend's starved tongue movements on your pathetic clit. instinctively, your legs closed around his head, locking him deep against you.
lost in the pleasure, you felt the bed shift beneath you in uncoordinated movements. through teary eyes, you saw katsuki's hips gutting softly into the mattress, needy grunts merging against your heat. he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
katsuki needily pushed your knees back against your stomach, putting pressure against the back of your thighs. he perched himself so his face was deeper, more sensual.
the knot blazing inside of you exploded, a rushing feeling wrecking throughout your whole body. your hips moved against his face greedily, desperate movements chasing the height of your orgasm.
"oh my god..! iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!" your movements stilled against the frantic motions of his tongue. "c-cumming!"
a white blinding tingle flooded you, knees tighten around katsuki’s skull. your back arched off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as his tongue never relented. slow, meaningful licks dragging out the pleasure as much as possible.
your body flopped back, boneless against your own will. your cheeks were damp with tears, face flush from overstimulation. your chest rose up and down, heavy with exhaustion.
katsuki pulled himself away, the bottom half of his face slimed with your arousal. carefully, he tugged your underwear off, chucking it into a basket, and giving your hips a few pats.
“you still alive?”
you slowly nodded your head, before following up about whether katsuki had orgasmed or not.
“do you want me to..?”
katsuki shook his head. he pushed himself back onto his knees, leaning back on his heels. “don’t worry about it.”
your eyes traced the saturated, darkened patch spreading fresh on his sweats. your eyes widened in shook.
“how?”
katsuki laughed. “from you.” then, he moved up towards you. brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “came from how pretty you were.”
“stop it katsuki," you mewled, rolling over on your stomach to hide your face. "i guess you really didn't care about what i had going down there."
You felt him shift behind you, weight settling warm and solid at your back. His palm slid slow and deliberate between your shoulder blades, thumb tracing idle circles like he wasn’t the same menace who’d just called you out. A low huff of laughter brushed your ear.
“i like what i saw,” he muttered, voice smug. “it's real cute down there as it is up here.”
"yeah, thanks, whatever.."
a part of you flourished in the idea of katsuki appreciating you for you, a new branch of comfortability growing within your relationship with him.
"so...fanfiction, huh."
you groaned, face burning. “stop bringing it up, i told you it just came up- ”
“mm.” his fingers hooked gently into the hem of your shirt, grounding, familiar. “yeah i believe you.”
before you could sink further into mortification, katsuki leaned down, forehead pressing into the back of your neck. his voice softened - still teasing, but fond, like he was smiling into your skin.
“relax. ain’t mad.” a beat lingered in the air. “if you like it, then you like it.”
He shifted closer, arm draping over you, hand warm against your side as he tugged you back just enough that you couldn’t disappear.
“next time,” he added quietly, lips brushing your hair, “you could just ask me instead of reading some knockoff version. i'm better than him.”
you felt him smirk, but the way his thumb kept moving, slow and steady, told you everything you needed to know.
you were safe, adored, and very much his. maybe next time you read a fanfic about him, you'd have to bring it up with him.
