katsuki learns to take your bra off!
“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.”
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