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Weekends were days you liked to relax, wind down, maybe even sleep in if you’re given the chance. Your husband, however, is very much the opposite. Getting promptly out of bed at 8 o’clock to get started on his morning workout, and while he declares it ‘sleeping in’ as he normally gets up at 6, you think very much otherwise. And what you wouldn’t give to just spend a morning in his arms, given that he comes home so late at night most days with his hero work.
You understand. You really do. And you love him so much for his dedication and hard work, but goddamn—wouldn’t it be nice to not get a vehement declaration of: “Top heroes don’t spend their Saturday’s in bed!” When you try to convince him to come back to bed. Sometimes you get close, when he thinks you look particularly adorable in the morning, but his strict regimen can normally override his need to climb back under the covers with you.
Though, this morning, you have quite the different tactic. One a little…below the belt so to speak. And one you planned for last night—that’s how desperate you are for this.
When his alarm goes off, you customarily groan and roll over on top of him, hoping maybe you won’t have to resort to your last-ditch plan. It sometimes works, and it’s worth a try before you really bring in the big guns. Though as usual, he groans along with you, but for a different reason. “It’s not going to work today, woman.”
“Oh, come on, Katsuki,” you make your best effort at pouting. “I barely saw you all week.” You sneakily run your hands underneath his shirt, letting your fingers dip into the ridges of his muscles, pleased to find he seems to be enjoying it.
But when he tilts his head down and smirks at you, retorting, “You want me to keep those muscles you’re so openly groping?” You know nothing is going to deter him besides the ace tucked up in your sleeve.
You frown, rolling off of him. “You and your muscles can suck it.” He snorts, throwing the covers off him and getting promptly out of bed. You don’t know it, but if he doesn’t get out fast, he’s definitely going to succumb to your efforts. He freezes when he hears you say, “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you’d rather do?” Fucking hell—the way your voice dips, he knows he’s in for it.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You watch his jaw tense as he grits his teeth and turns slowly to face you. It’s hard not to smirk at your impending victory. His eyes land on you, still sprawled out under the covers, an alarmingly innocent expression adorning your face.
“I don’t know,” you say, stretching nonchalantly, finding every bit of joy in the way he’s watching you carefully. “Maybe…me?”
He barks out a laugh at that. “That’s your move? Gunna have to try harder than that, darling.”
You hold his vermillion gaze, giving him the pout you know he’s looking for. No—darling, that is not your move. He can try to act stoic all he wants, but you’ve got his attention now, and he’ll be putty in your hands in a matter of moments. “You came home so late last night I didn’t get to show you what I bought.”
You roll to your stomach, taking the comforter with you, revealing to him your brand new, licensed Ground Zero panty-clad ass. You wish you could have seen his initial reaction but seeing his tight expression from over your shoulder is almost as good. He’d laughed and mocked them when you saw them in the store, but you knew he secretly loved them.
He swallows thickly at the sight of your cheeks covered by a minimal amount of black fabric with his hero costume’s signature orange ‘X’ across them. Sure, he thought they were absolutely ridiculous seeing them at the store but seeing you in them is a completely different story.
“What do you think?” You ask innocently, purposefully perking your butt into the air to allow your pajama shirt to ride up a little and give him the full view.
Heat blooms in your stomach at his response, a sinful smile curling up his lips as he leans against the doorframe. “I’d say you look sexy as hell.” You give him a pleased hum as he steps forward, his two warm hands cupping your ass, kneading it between his fingers, earning him another soft sound from you. He leans to kiss the small of your back, letting his hands roam up to your hips to grip them and press his hardening dick up against your ass. “Have I been ignoring you, princess?”
Your toes curl at his tone, sparing him a look over your shoulder and rocking back against his cock. “Yes,” you say indignantly.
He grins devilishly, grip tightening on your hips to flip you over to your back, crawling over you to cradle you in one arm whilst reaching between your legs with the other. “Can’t have that,” he mutters, palming you through your panties causing you to grip his bicep. “Not when you dressed so fuckin’ pretty for the occasion.”
“Ah—ah, Kats—please,” you babble, already lost in the ministrations of his fingers.
“It’s your fault.” He smirks, leaning down to pepper kisses along your exposed neck fully intending on leaving a few marks there. “I want these on for as long as possible.”
“You could at least put your hand inside them,” you huff, lacing your fingers through his blonde hair eliciting a deep groan from him.
He lifts his head, watching intently as his hand delves under your waistband, stroking up once through your soaking folds to the bundle of nerves at the apex. Rubbing small circles on your clit, he finds great joy in watching you fall apart beneath him, gripping his arms hard enough your nails are sure to make marks.
“Oh—fuck,” you moan as he captures your mouth in a kiss, his tongue sliding in to meet yours, keeping his steady and unhurried pace on your clit. This man is going to be the death of you.
There are two parts of him, one that is screaming at him to have you underneath him as he fucks you into oblivion, to take; the other, telling him to drag this out as long as he can and give you everything he has to offer like you do so many times for him. A fact he always finds himself struggling to express most days—that he undeniably belongs to you as much as you do to him. It seems however that you’re the one unwilling to wait. “Katsuki.” He nearly groans at your voice saying his name like that. “Please,” you beg, unable to endure the tortuous speed he’s currently going.
“Use your words,” he admonishes, his ego swelling in his chest that he can get you panting, breathless, and needy for him.
“Please fuck me,” you murmur onto his lips, eyes opening wide and meeting his as he sinks one finger into your throbbing and desperate cunt.
“You want me to fuck you?” You nod pathetically quickly. “You want my cock in this needy little pussy of yours?” He asks, adding another finger effortlessly, fucking you slow and deep.
“God—fuck, yes, Katsuki, I want your cock inside me—please!”
“Not yet,” he says, continuing his long and deep strokes inside you, curling his fingers and pressing his thumb against your clit. You’re practically shoving yourself into his fingers, making small noises that he could listen to forever. Tentatively, he prods a third finger at your entrance, and you’re being so receptive to him today that he’s able to slide it in with minimal resistance.
Your eyes flare wide, fingers fisting into the sheets beside you, panting, “Holy fucking shit. Katsu—oh my god.” You watch him intently as he lowers his head to swipe a tongue across one of your perk nipples, catching it in his mouth to suck for a moment before switching to the other nipple. He doesn’t hide his smirk as your hands leave the sheets to entangle into his hair, and its intoxicating having you watch him lap at your nipples; pupils blown wide with lust.
“Tell me again what you want.”
Your mouth parts to reply, but there’s a moment of hesitation that makes his eyes meet yours wondering what’s going on. He is highly aware of your tongue that swipes across your lips to wet them, and the bob of your throat as you swallow.
Truthfully, you’re just gathering enough coherent thoughts to say what you want. Something you’re certain will get him to stop teasing you.
“Please fuck me with your hero cock, Ground Zero.”
Your request has the desired effect you want. He closes his eyes, sucking a sharp breath in, and when he opens them again his eyes look nearly feral. It makes your insides clench around his fingers.
Who is he to deny you any longer? He slides his fingers out of you achingly slow, makes quick work of discarding the panties that started all this, and lets his cock loose from the confines of his sleeping shorts. You throw your head back in pleasure onto his shoulder, a moan escaping your lips, as he rubs the tip along your folds. “All those other girls with those panties probably dream about this dick,” he says in your ear, making you pivot your head to look at him finding his eyes boring into yours. “But guess fucking what?” He snaps his hips forward, burying himself fully into you, both of your moans filling the air. “This cock is all yours,” he pants, leaning forward to press his lips against yours.
You can’t explain the sensation that prickles across your entire body at those words.
He’s yours.
He begins moving his hips, mimicking his fingers from earlier, fucking you slowly, and deeply, his hips colliding with your ass with each thrust. You can barely think straight through feeling so perfectly full. “And your perfect little tight cunt is all mine,” he growls, enunciating that last word with a particularly deep thrust.
“Yours,” you breathe somewhat subconsciously.
He smirks, lifting one of your legs up to get a better angle and make your eyes roll back into your head. “That’s right, baby, all fucking mine. This pussy was made for me,” he praises, watching the space where his cock disappears into you, sinking so deep he has to muffle a groan against your skin. “You look so fucking good like that, taking my cock so well.”
You nearly pass out from his words, you feel like your skin is burning with how hot you are, how desperate you are for release. “You feel so fucking good Katsuki,” you croon, your praises earning you him picking up the speed of his thrusts.
His arms wrap around your middle, pressing your back against his chest, his hot breath fanning your neck as he begins pumping in and out of you at a speed you can barely comprehend. Whispering more utterly filthy things to you, getting caught up in his own lust. Asking you to tell him more—tell him how good he’s making you feel, how you’re his and no one else’s, he can’t get enough of it.
You’re barely able to put sentences together, most of them coming out as a string of incoherent praises mixed with moans you’re not bothering to stifle. “Oh—ah, Katsuki, I’m—fuck,” you stutter out, the tightness in your core coiling to a point you can hardly stand it, desperate and begging for release.
In his arms, he feels you tense, like your entire body is preparing for the onslaught of pleasure that’s about to crash into you. A sinful smirk rises to his lips, drifting one of his hands down to your aching clit, pressing the pads of his fingers firmly against it before circling it methodically—so at odds with the speed his hips are going. You practically sob at how good it feels, only to be pushed over the edge by his warm breath ghosting your ear telling you, “That’s it, cum on my cock like a good girl.”
The pleasure coiling in your stomach snaps at his words, waves of ecstasy rolling through your body. You try to squirm to ride it out, but he holds you firmly in his arms forcing you to endure the full force of your orgasm as he continues to fuck your sensitive cunt. “Such a good girl,” he groans, thrusting a few more times before stilling fully inside you, a deep guttural moan emitting from his throat as he pumps his cum into you. You twitch momentarily at the sensation, still coming down from your own orgasm, but relishing being held so tightly in his arms and having him press kisses to your neck and shoulder.
You sigh contentedly as he slips his softening dick out of you and pushes your damp hair out of the way to kiss your forehead. “You’re a fuckin’ vixen, you know that?” You just grin sheepishly up at him, stretching the ache out of your limbs from the position he was holding you in. “Don’t move,” he commands, rolling off the bed and sauntering over to the bathroom. You smile softly to yourself, pleased you got exactly what you were looking for.
When he returns with a towel, he squints his eyes, suspicious of your demeanor. “Someone looks pretty fuckin’ smug over there.”
“I’m just glad the number one hero thinks with their dick just like every other average man does,” you laugh, gratefully taking the towel from him to clean up the mess between your legs at the moment.
He sneers. “Yeah, well, who fucking wouldn’t when my wife looks like you do?”
A smile fights its way to your face, chucking the towel to the floor, which makes Katsuki grimace at the mess; though he quickly forgets it upon you kneeling on the bed in front of him, your hands snaking up his defined chest and around his neck. “In that case…how about spending the rest of the day in bed with me?”
He peers at you from the corner of his eye. “Fuck yeah.”