AFABreaderxBakugou

AFABreaderxBakugou

Synopsis: Sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. Unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

The post that inspired this fic:

CW: smut, language, dom!Bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

One-shot

Word count: 4,411

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a boyfriend.

Actually, you could, but that was beside the point. He was always doing this shit lately, pissing you off. You watched with heated eyes as he continued training two hours past when he said he’d be done. Two hours past the time you got here and an hour late for your dinner reservation.

You understood he was busy, you knew that when you got in a relationship with him, and you supported him. However, as his girlfriend, was it too much to ask that he give you even 5% of his time? What were you even doing here?

That was stupid, you knew what you were doing here. You loved him so much that you couldn’t breathe. But…how could you have a relationship like this? You didn’t feel like a priority. He couldn’t even stop training long enough to take you to a dinner he had made reservations for. He wasn’t on duty, and he knew you were waiting.

Anger and hurt flushed your body at the disrespect to your feelings and time—you made your decision quickly as you stood up and left the training room. Part of you wondered if he’d even notice. Is that where you were in your relationship? It had been this way for months. At first, you didn’t complain at all; you tried to be understanding. Then, you’d tentatively told him you weren’t seeing him often. He said he realized that, and he’d work to make more time for you.

He hadn’t. You’d been more than patient. You hardly felt like you were a part of his life anymore. You hated to think it, but part of you even began to wonder if he was cheating on you. Typically, he got home after you’d fallen asleep, even when you tried to wait for him. As a new hero, his hours were brutal. When you woke up for work, you wouldn’t wake him with your needs…you knew he was exhausted.

Your eyes burned with tears as you quickly packed a bag. You weren’t sure you were strong enough to actually leave him, but you needed some time to yourself. You needed to think about your relationship with Katsuki, and where it was going...or wasn’t going.

You cried as you got in your car and left your home you’d shared with him the past year as you headed to Mina’s house.

Mina was shocked when you showed up at her doorstep, looking miserable with a suitcase. Of course, she immediately let you in. She’d made you some hot tea, you tearfully let her know everything that was going on. Her brows kept furrowing as she listened intently, but you could see that she was getting angry on your behalf as well.

“I’m so sorry, hun,” Mina said softly when you finished talking, putting her hand on your forearm, “I’m not trying to defend him, but I don’t think he’s cheating on you. He doesn’t have time for you, let alone anyone else,” she said softly, and you sighed.

You rubbed your face, pausing when your phone started going off. Your heart raced when you saw it was Katsuki. You stared at your phone on the table as the call finished, but it immediately started ringing again. You picked it up and opened your texts as your phone continued to ring from his constant calls.

I’m okay, Katsuki. I just need some time to myself. Don’t worry about me.

You sent him the text, the calls pausing as you watched him immediately begin typing.

What the fuck does that mean?! WHERE ARE YOU?

You sighed, and began typing again.

I’m safe.

“He’s probably losing it,” Mina spoke up with a frown, “I understand why you’re angry, and wanting time is fair but Bakugo is…Bakugo.” She chuckled, making you smile weakly. You knew exactly what she meant. He wasn’t the type to just…let things happen that he didn’t like.

You better tell me where you’re at right the fuck now!

You frowned. He wasn’t in the place to be making demands. When you didn’t immediately text back, he began calling again. You sighed and powered your phone down.

“I just…I’m not happy, but I love him so much, you know?” You told Mina in a dejected voice, “I can’t continue like this, I can’t bear it…but I don’t think I can leave him. What should I do?”

Mina sighed, giving you a small smile. “I think you should try to make it work with Bakugo. I think he loves you…he’s just so focused on being the number one hero, he sometimes doesn’t see much else,” Mina said, rubbing your arm.

“Then maybe…he doesn’t need me,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision, “I never see him Mina. No relationship would survive this.”

“I know, I-“ Mina stopped as there was a sudden, loud knock on Mina's door.

“PINKIE! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR! I KNOW SHE’S IN THERE!”

Your eyes widened as anger immediately swelled inside you.

Oh so now he cares?

“Mina, I’m so sorry. I’ll deal with it,” you said stiffly and Katsuki continued to bang on the door. You hurried and ripped it open, your heart lurching when you saw your sweaty boyfriend standing on the doorstep. He was still in his training clothes, his ash blonde hair hanging over his furious, crimson eyes. He must have finally noticed you left and immediately set out to look for you. His strong chest was heaving as he gave you a furious look, and you gave him one right back.

“What the HELL-“

“Shhh!” You snapped, putting your hands on your hips, “this is Mina’s house! You can’t cause a scene here-“

“THE HELL I CAN’T!” He roared, his body shaking furiously, “You think you can just fuckin’ walk out on me?!”

Anger coursed through your body as you took a calming breath, trying not to incite your explosive boyfriend further, given you weren’t at home. “I’m allowed to have time to myself. What do you care, anyways? I’m amazed you even noticed I wasn’t there! I need time to think-“

“To think?! About what!” He cut in with a snap, his chest heaving a little harder. Though his face was enraged, you saw the panic in his crimson eyes, “About leaving me?! You got a fuckin’ problem, you talk to me about it! You don’t do this shit-“

“I HAVE tried to talk to you about it!” You hissed, your jaw locking in fury and his furious look dimmed slightly, “you didn’t listen or care, I don’t know,” you huffed, crossing your arms, “you need time to decide if there’s room for me in your life, because right now, there’s not. And I need to decide whether I can do this or not…”

His brows shot up, his furious look snapped right back on his face as he crossed the threshold, making you gasp as he grabbed your upper arms.

“Of course there’s room for you in my life, and of course I care, shitty woman!” He growled down at you, your heart aching when you saw hurt in his ruby eyes, “I fuckin’ love you, and you’re telling me you don’t know whether you want to fuckin’ be with me or not?” He hissed, his grip tightening on your upper arms.

“If you love me, then act like it,” you emphasized, pursing your lips in indignation, “you act like you don’t care whether I’m there or not. We haven’t even had sex-“

“You’re actin’ like a fuckin’ brat because we haven’t fucked in a hot minute?” He scoffed, “I shoulda known, you’re such a fuckin’ slut you can barely go a day without a cock buried in ya, huh?”

Your face immediately became burning hot as you heard Mina clear her throat in the background. “I’ll, uh, go see Kiri for a little while and let you guys talk…” she said awkwardly as you both turned to look at her. She looked equally amused and awkward as you felt guilty.

“No, Mina. This is your house, we can just-“

“It’s okay!” Mina cut in with a laugh, shaking her head. “I promised that big lug I’d see him this weekend and it’s still early,” she shrugged, you and Katsuki moving out of the way as she slipped through the door, “you two fix whatever this is, because you’re too cute of a couple to throw the towel in.”

Katsuki snorted as Mina grinned happily and left. Immediately, Katsuki shut the door as you crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a dirty look.

“Do you have any fuckin’ idea what you put me through?” He said in a low voice, his hands clenching at his sides, “I saw you were gone, so I went home with a gift to apologize and you were fuckin’ gone. I called and I called and you fuckin’ ignored me. What the fuck is wrong with you? You get pissed off, so you let me think you’re dead, you fuckin’ brat?!”

You frowned. Maybe you didn’t go about this the best way, but you knew if you told him, you’d never leave. He’d try to stop you, and you knew he’d succeed.

“You ignore me constantly! I know you’re busy and I understand that, but for fucks sake, Katsuki, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore!” You cried, tears burning your eyes as his gaze narrowed on your watery eyes and broken words.

His nostrils flared. “I didn’t think it was that fuckin’ serious. You haven’t said shit,” he growled, “all you said was you hadn’t seen me much, it hardly even sounded like a complaint. You’re at fault too because you’re holding everything in and then acting like a fuckin’ brat without even giving me a chance!”

You stared at him, pursing your lips. You didn’t want to ask your boyfriend to spend time with you. He should just want to and make time for you without you harping on him about it. Was that too much to ask? By the look on his face, it seems he knew what you were thinking.

“You think I don’t miss you? You think I don’t fuckin’ know how busy I’ve been? Fuck, on patrol, I can barely even concentrate because all I want is to go home and fuck your brains out,” he growled, making your eyes go wide as he stepped closer, “You think I don’t want you? You’re all I fuckin’ think about. I don’t wake you up when I get home because I want you to have enough rest and not be sleep deprived like me. So I just jerk off next to you, looking at you in those slutty little shorts you like to wear to bed,” your eyes widened further as heat blossomed in your abdomen. You had no idea he did that… “but I ain’t being so fuckin’ curteous anymore. I’m gonna wake your ass up and put you through the fuckin’ headboard every night and you better fuckin’ take it.”

Your lips parted, a shallow breath leaving you as he looked at you with heated eyes. “It’s…it’s not just sex, I-“

His scoff cut you off. “No, but a huge part of it is. What, it’s just coincidence you lose your bratty attitude every time you’re dicked down? Don’t fuckin’ think so, princess.”

“It’s not just that-!” Your words were cut off when he roughly grabbed your cheeks and slammed his lips posessively onto yours. Your heart was immediately thundering in your chest as your hands instinctively moved up to clutch his broad shoulders. He slid his hand to your hair, gripping tightly as he devoured your lips hungrily before breaking away and running his lips to your ear.

“Nah, but it’s a good fuckin’ start,” he growled, making you gasp as he easily lifted you off your feet. You kicked your legs slightly as his heavy boots stomped across Mina’s wood floor with you.

“Katsuki, I-!” You yelped as he threw you down on Mina’s couch, grabbing your dress and yanking it down your body hurriedly, his jaw tense. He looked deranged with lust and anger as you gulped, heat building between your legs.

“Get this shit off,” he growled, grabbing the front of your bra and snapping the fabric that held your cups together. You squeaked as he ripped it from your body, his hand then curling around the band on your panties and ripping them down your legs to clearly get you naked as quickly as possible. Though he’d seen you naked many times, you still somehow found a way to be embarrassed at your own nudity as his crimson eyes hungrily looked over your skin as though he was seeing it the first time.

He was always like that.

You jolted off the couch when he immediately cupped your sex, sliding his rough and calloused fingers through your already messy folds. Katsuki was a teaser, he liked to make you beg. He generally never immediately went for it like this.

Your back arched off the couch as you let out a choked breath, his crimson eyes heatedly watching as he circled and played with your clit. He crawled over you, his other hand pinned next to your head as he roughly shoved a finger inside you, making you whimper.

“Show me how fuckin’ mad you are, princess,” he said in a dark voice. Your lips parted, but words failed you as a second finger joined his first, and he began curling his fingers exactly how you liked, his thumb gently playing with your clit as pleasure wracked your frame. “C’mon, what? Nothing to say, hah? Thought you were being a fuckin’ brat? You gonna leave me baby?” He hissed, leaning down and firmly biting your nipple, making you cry out weakly as pleasure rolled over your skin.

You felt a pang of hurt at the slight pain in his rough voice. You wanted to tell him you weren’t leaving him, that you’d never leave him…you loved him so much it scared you.

A whimper left your lips as he hotly moved his tongue over your tightened nipples, his red eyes blazing up at you. His hand was moving expertly between your legs as you began to feel the trickling of bliss start to roll over your skin at his skilled ministrations.

Your body tensed up and he suddenly removed his hand and mouth, making your eyes fly open in alarm as your body throbbed and he moved away from you. You sharply looked at him to see him standing, slowly sliding his soaked fingers in his mouth. He gave you a devilish smirk as you panted heavily in frustration, pushing yourself to your elbows.

“How about now, princess, you fuckin’ mad?” He said in a dark voice, peeling his black muscle shirt off his defined body. You huffed hotly, trying not to give him the satisfaction of begging him, even though you were throbbing needily between your legs. Your eyes widened slightly as he began unbuckling his pants, shoving them and his briefs down his strong thighs. The large appendage bobbed angrily, his flushed tip leaking profusely as you squeezed your thighs together, trying not to look as desperate as you definitely felt.

You gasped when he leaned down, his hand curling in your hair and firmly pulling you up.

“Since you don’t want to use your damn bratty mouth to speak and communicate with me, I suppose I’ll have to find another use for it,” He said sadistically, his thick and strong arm pulling, causing you to topple forward on the floor on your knees. His grip on your hair kept you upright as he chuckled darkly at your clumsiness, his cock stabbing your cheek.

“C’mon princess, open up. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give that slutty pussy what it wants,” he said darkly, prodding your lips to coax you to part your pursed lips.

You didn’t know how you felt. You were furious, but you were also extremely turned on. Your eyes blazed when he grabbed his rock hard cock and slapped your cheek a few times with it.

His eyes were fiery pits, clearly loving your stubborn defiance as he pinched your nose, making you still in shock. You tried slapping his hand away, some part of you told you to pinch his thigh. It was your safety, so you knew he’d stop if you did…wouldn’t he? Either way, you didn’t try. He grinned devilishly as you finally opened your mouth to take a deep breath. The second you exhaled, he released your nose and slid his cock roughly into your mouth.

He groaned deeply when you immediately gagged, gripping the back of your head tightly.

“C’mon, use your damn mouth for something, brat,” he demanded in a deep and husky voice, moving his hips. His abs were flexing in front of your gaze as he pumped himself into your mouth. Your eyes glazed over slightly as you began sucking him and moving your tongue around his length, making him hiss sharply.

“That’s it - good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, a tingle traveling down your spine at his praise. You looked up at him as he thrust in your mouth, and god, he was gorgeous. His soft lips were parted in pleasure, his smooth cheeks flushed pink as his inferno eyes stared down at you with more lust than you’d ever seen in anyone. The way he always looked at you in these moments never ceased to amaze you. You felt so…wanted. Your heart began to lift slightly as emotion filled your chest, despite the fact that he was currently spearing his cock down your throat.

He suddenly yanked your head off him as you breathed heavily, a line of spit connecting your lips and his flushed head as he looked down at you. You knew you’d hurt him as you looked into his eyes, and he stared down at you.

“I love you…” you whispered, seeing his brow cock in mild surprise that you chose now to say that. He pursed his lips, his nostrils flaring as he huffed.

“Yeah? Cause it seems like you fuckin’ forgot that,” he said roughly, his hand tightening in your hair as you immediately shook your head.

“Never,” you replied instantly, a somewhat soft look briefly entering his eyes for a moment. He released your hair, just to grab your arms and easily throw you up on the couch. You felt breathless as he got on his knees on the cushions and easily spun you around, slamming your front over the back of the couch. You yelped, clutching the back as his hand came down hard on your backside, making you jolt and instinctively reach around and grab his forearm. He easily grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them to your lower back. His other hand came down on your opposite cheek, making you squeal and wriggle in his grasp.

You couldn’t believe Katsuki had you bent over Mina’s couch, butt naked, spanking you. You’d absolutely die if she walked in and saw this.

“Katsuki, w-what if Mina-“

“I hope she fuckin’ does, so she can see how pathetic you are for my cock,” he growled, slapping your stinging skin once more as you cried out, “what did you tell her, hah? Did you bitch and whine about how I’m an awful boyfriend? Is that what you said, brat?”

You shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes. You’d never talk too badly about him, you loved him too much…

He grunted. “I don’t fuckin’ believe you. Funny how your pussy is sloppy as fuck for your shitty fuckin’ boyfriend,” he growled, squeezing the skin of your ass harshly.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You knew he’d never outright say it, but you knew him well enough to know you’d deeply hurt him by not communicating with him, packing a bag and leaving him to worry. You knew you were justified in how you felt, but he had a point, too. If you had confronted him more than vaguely a few months ago, this probably wouldn’t have happened.

“You’re not…I just don’t feel important to you…” you sniffled, tucking your face against the cloth of the couch.

You inhaled sharply when his strong body was draped over your back, his face rubbing against your neck as you cried softly. You could feel his stubble scraping across your skin, making a chill run down your spine as you smelt his heavy caramel and smoky scent - a product of his quirk and all the sweating he did during training.

“Don’t…ever leave me again,” he breathed in a deep voice against your ear, his grip on your wrists tightening for moments before releasing them and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your breath hitched when you felt his cock slide against your folds teasingly. “Don’t ever fuckin’ leave me again…” he repeated, tightening his hold on your waist, “if you ever fuckin’ left me…I don’t…” he shook slightly against your back, as though the very thought made him tremble with despair, “I’d fuckin’ lose it. No one can have you but me - nobody,”

You gripped the back of the couch, crying out loudly as he entered you in one fluid thrust before you could respond. He didn’t want a response, any moment of vulnerability was cut short the second he said what he needed to say. It’s just the way he was.

“Fuck,” he groaned hotly in your ear, gripping your hips as he panted. Your eyes fluttered, lips parting as he began rolling his hips into you, bearing down on your body with his. The squelching noise from how soaked you were almost made you cringe, but you were too blissed out to think about being embarrassed. “Slutty pussy drippin’ down my balls,” he hissed darkly, sliding his hand to the front of your throat and giving you a hot, open mouthed kiss on your shoulder as he leaned up. He held your throat and began a brutal pace, lurching you forward into the couch as you whined and gripped the fabric harshly.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess,” he grunted as you pushed back into his brutal thrusts, your mouth falling open, “such a fuckin’ hopeless slut, aren’t you?” He growled, his grip on your throat tightening a fraction.

He slapped his hand across your ass once more, making you squeak as he continued to roughly slam you into the couch. “Tryin’ to act like you don’t want it so fuckin’ bad. Do I have to re-train this slutty pussy of yours?” He growled, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the beginnings of your climax starting to inch across your body. You were so fucking close…

“Katsuki…” you moaned, biting your lip, “please…” you whined, feeling feverish and desperate as he slammed into you, his thick cock sliding against your walls and stroking the fire inside you. Your thighs were trembling as you tethered on the edge, pushing back into him messily.

“C’mon, cum on your shitty boyfriends cock, princess,” he snapped, curling his hand in your hair and harshly yanking your head back as the bliss of your climax crashed into you and you cried out loudly, jerking against him as you fluttered around him. He hissed through his teeth, a grunt leaving his lips as he grabbed both your hips. You were draped over the couch limply as he roughly chased his own release, feeling like a fucked out doll that couldn’t even move.

“Fuck, gonna cum inside you…fuck, that’s it baby,” he groaned, sounding desperate and gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you back against his him. He was moving at a bruising pace that was getting uncoordinated and sloppy as he got close. “Gonna…fuckin’ take it,” he growled, slamming his hips against yours as he pulsed inside of you, make you gasp as he groaned in pleasure. You could feel his strong thighs trembling against yours as he rutted against you, his fingers leaving bruises on your soft skin as he panted harshly.

You were both quiet for moments as you tried to catch your breath. You certainly hadn’t expected this to happen, but you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a pleasant surprise.

Damn him. There was no way you weren’t going to go back home with him, and he likely knew it.

“I’ll take more time and I’ll wake your ass up when I get home, alright?” He said in a gruff voice, leaning down and rubbing his face against your hair, “and don’t tell me to not wake you up to fuck, too late for that shit.”

You couldn’t stop yourself when a laugh bubbled from your throat as he grunted and pulled out, quickly moving fabric between your legs to stop his cum from dripping onto Minas couch. You turned to look, seeing he was cleaning you with his own shirt. You smirked, shaking your head as you sat up and began grabbing the clothes he ripped off, getting dressed as he pulled his pants up, his ripped upper body on display. He always made sure to clean you up afterwards, and though his brows were pinched in irritation, he’d still take care of you.

“Practice ran longer than expected, but I had shit planned,” he said roughly, rubbing his hand over his undercut and then crossing his arms, “I’ve had a lot of shit to do lately. I’m not stupid, I fuckin’ know I ain’t been there enough. But fuck, it’s temporary. Can’t you just bear with me? Damn woman, you don’t have to try to leave me-“

“I wasn’t leaving, Katsuki!” You exclaimed, waving your arms out, “I was feeling really negative and I just needed space to…think!”

“About what?” He snapped, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you, yanking you against his naked chest, “you just wanted to fuckin’ punish me instead of just talkin’ to me.”

You pursed your lips. Was that even true? Did you just want to make him think he was losing you?

You sighed, pushing your forehead against his chest. “Can we just…go home? Mina should be back soon.”

“So? She already missed the show,” Katsuki snorted, making you smile as you looked up at him, propping your chin on his chest.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He smirked, “I love you too, fuckin’ brat.”

A/N: I’m currently working on my other pieces! Since it’s been a while, I decided to upload this one from my drafts in the mean time! 💗

anon sent me an ask about toddler yuuji putting flowers in readers hair and reader putting one in Sukuna’s hair and of COURSE MY ASS DELETED IT- so here it is in a not so pretty format ☹️🫶🏻

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Tiny legs toddle over to sukuna, only to bypass him completely and waddle to you, a dandelion clenched in his fist. The yellow flower looks brighter in the sunlight, but not as bright as your smile when yuuji nudges the flower at you proudly. “For me?” You coo, and he nods victoriously.

“Head!” He says, patting your head gently with his free hand. You give him a hum of understanding, bowing down so the small boy can plant the weed in himself; he does so, happily, and Sukuna’s heart squeezes at the sight.

There’s a contrast of the yellow that now nests in your tresses versus the hues in your hair, and when you turn to smile at him, Sukuna’s own lips curl into a small smirk. He’d never tell you, but the fact his favorite little twerp has taken more than a liking to you means the world to him, and he adores watching you both interact as smoothly as you do.

He sees the love in Yuuji’s eyes. He’s almost positive it’s the same love he looks at you with.

When the small child comes back over to give you another flower, you capture it in your own hand to slip it into Sukuna’s in the same place as yours rests. He blinks, unamused, only for you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“Looks good with your tattoos,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his jawline, which he hums appreciatively at. “Makes you less scary.”

“I’m not scary,” he scoffs. “I’m threatening.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you snort.

Yuuji’s eyes suddenly light up and his chubby legs carry him back to the dandelions, one hand grabs the yellow weed, the other grabs a puffy, white one. When he runs back to show you both, the puffs have disappeared from the bud of the dandelion and flown into the air, leaving just a stem.

“For you!” He chirps, passing you the yellow weed. Then, he turns to Sukuna and thrusts his small hand at his brother- only to then drop in confusion when there’s no longer fluff adorning the weed. “Huh?”

“It blew away, bud,” Sukuna sighs. “Gotta be careful with those, be gentle.”

Yuuji merely blinks big eyes at his brother in confusion, but it quickly fades and turns to pride as he ushers the stem to his older brother. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“We’cm ‘suku!”

foaming at the mouth

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS AU HEAR ME OUT

SPIDER-MAN YUUJIIIIIIIII aali aali the spider-man upside down kiss with him???? im blushing so hard

CAN YOU IMAGINE CAN YOU IMAGINE !!! standing in the rain after yuuji’s saved you, him slinking down his webs and you roll up his mask, brush your thumb over the scarred tissue at the corner of his mouth n whisper something like “i’d like to thank you…for helping me out back.”

sobs you sound so unsure of yourself when you’re usually so confident and yuuji’s heart is racing :( because usually he’d be too shy to be this close to you but he’s spiderman this time around. he doesn’t have to be nervous when you don’t know who he is.

“go ahead, don’t be shy.”

screams and then you lean in, gently pressing your lips to his — he tastes like rain and blood and a cherry chapstick that you know but have never tried. it’s soft and slow, yuuji letting you take the lead because he’s dreamed of this so many times and his heart hurts because he’s not sure if you’d ever kiss him the same way without his secret identity.

neither of you want to pull away, but you step back before you can get lost in your hero and smile. “thank you,” you whisper, pulling down his mask and pressing a kiss to his mouth over it. “for keeping me safe.”

“all in a days work.” yuuji hums, all giddy as he retreats into the night to fight crime — his only thought, making the city a safer place for you.

katsuki is king of aftercare - especially after he’s fucked his princess into quivering mess, whimpering like the overstimulated whore you are. he’ll massage your exhausted body and pat a damp cloth against your forehead before cleaning the sticky mess between your legs. all the while he’s pressing soft kisses over your warm skin, gruff praises being whispered into the sex-heavy air. carrying you around, taking baths, brushing your hair, cuddles, and lazy kisses.

but you’re also his queen of aftercare. Because it doesn’t start after sex, it starts the minute he walks through your door after a long day of Hero work. you’re at the entryway, kissing his lips and carefully taking off his mask. after he removes his gauntlets, his arms are wrapped tightly around you. your nails lightly scratch his scalp as you push his blonde spikes through your fingers and he’s practically purring.

sometimes you’d join him in the shower, taking the time to wash his hair and his body, talking to him about his day, yours, and everything in between. and when you didn’t , you make sure his towel has been freshly pulled from the dryer. you take the time to comb his hair and massage lotion into his still damp skin.

you cook in the kitchen together and share the duty of clean up before settling in on the sofa, his scarred, coarse hand resting on your lap. his favorite part of you taking care of him. you pick up the large hand and slowly begin to massage. working from the wrist, down the edge of his tough fingertips. your thumbs are ridiculously small compared to his wide palm but still you knead out the tension and take time to trace the veins on the back of his hand, knuckle to wrist. only to spoil the other one just the same. and katsuki - well your big, strong hero is putty. sunk into the couch, the quiet chatter of the latest show you’re watching together running while you shower the blonde with attention. once you’re satisfied, he shifts his head either to your breasts, finding comfort in the soft flesh, or your plush thighs. either way, he’d nuzzle against you until your started to play with his hair and scratch his scalp again. no one ever sees him like this, no one knows him like you.

but of course, this only lasts until he’s ready to fuck you into the mattress and turn you, his pretty little house wife, into a whimpering, slut.

and the cycle continues.