pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3
a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾
katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.
for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.
imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.
he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.
“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.
“quit squirmin’. ”
“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.
“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.
“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.
“like what ?”
“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.
you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.
“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.
“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.
“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.
“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.
“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”
you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”
“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.
“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”
“yet.”
your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.
“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”
“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.
you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.
“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.
“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.
“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”
“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.
“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.
“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.
“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.
“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.
“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”
a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓
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{R/n is trying to lift König lift up onto a counter he’s just watching her with a mixture of confusion and pity.]
König: I can just climb up...
R/n, Trying to lift one of his legs: Nope...I got this...
König:...
{Horangi and Roze watch from afar.]
Roze: Fascinating isn’t it?
Horangi, nods: Like Sisyphus and the boulder.
[Amazingly R/n was able to finally do it and get König onto the counter, but threw her back out in the process.]
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umm i’m thinkin about old man pierro letting you shave his beard ! ૮꒰ྀི ◞ ⸝⸝⸝ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ it’s somethin he doesn’t usually do—appreciating the gruff and maturity of his beard—but you ask incessantly . what your fascination is , he can’t comprehend , but he begrudgingly obliges . he carefully instructs you : wedging you between his thick thighs and demonstrating the motions . “go with the grain—down . . slowly .” you watch with excited, beady eyes as he does so , nearly snatching the razor from his hand when it’s your turn .
it’s so intimate . he places soft kisses on your arm as you dunk the razor , waiting patiently for your attention . he’s big and burly but so full of love . . you can’t deny him and offer him a sweet kiss to the lips . hands finding refuge on the back of your thighs he tries to sweep you away, but with a giggly sigh you pull back . you cup the bottom of his chin, angling his head before you let your nervous hand shave away his hair .
chaste kisses in between and rushed apologies for nicking him here and there are shared between the two of you . you get the hang of it after a while and suddenly he’s clean shaven . he looks younger, unfamiliar . but you like it .
“did i do a good job ?” you softly inquire, directing his gaze to the mirror . he tries not to feel himself too much, but the wide grin that breaches his seriousness is all too telling . “a great job, princess .”
in a swift movement you’re swept up onto his lap, neck housing his head . kiss , kiss , kiss , as he burrows into your skin . your giggles are paused by his voice overpowering your sense : “i’ll let you do it from now on .”
you celebrate and he tugs you closer . with a devious grin prominent , “gotta get it to grow back, first .” And you know just the way to make it happen .
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