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"Hm" You hummed, your hands currently busying themselves by playing with Katsuki's hair. His eyes flicked to acknowledge your musing with a look of confusion (and maybe a hint of insecurity, though he’d never admit it), so fast you were sure that it had to have hurt to move your eyes that quick.
"Your hair is really soft after you wash it.” You said, answering his eyes’ silent question. He scrunched his face, turning his head the other direction and, unfortunately for you, tearing his hair away from your seeking fingers.
“You’re a real weirdo, you know that?” He grumbled, exhaustion from the long day evident in his gravely voice.
He had just gotten home from patrol around an hour or so ago, and the two of you slipped into your typical evening routine. About maybe a half hour before he came home, you had texted and offered to warm his food you had made to make sure it was ready for him to eat by the time he’d arrive, but he had simply messaged back a brief, though sweet in its own Katsuki way, denial, saying that he was tired and would eat later or after sleeping for a while.
Once he arrived home, he left his shoes by the door, pulled you in by your waist for a rough but loving kiss, and almost immediately headed for the shower, with an almost visible layer of dirt, grime, and sweat from a long day of hero work on him and his hero costume. His fatigue was clear, and no matter how tall he carried himself, you could always spot the rare moments where the weariness that hid behind his powerful eyes barely peeked past his trademark prideful glint.
Tonight seemed to be one of those rare moments.
Observing this, you placed his plate of food back into the microwave and followed to your shared bedroom. Noticing the hints of untidiness in your room, you organised the little things that were out of place. The trail of dirty clothes left behind by him that was in a path leading to the bathroom, bed slightly unmade from your previous lounging before he arrived, and other articles of clothing that had been left or forgotten in the corner of the room from… events from this morning that occurred before he left for work that involved the both of you and the removal of mentioned articles of clothing.
After tidying up, you changed into a comfy set of pajamas he had bought you, putting on underwear but not bothering with a bra. You turned off the main light in the room, turned on your bedside lamp, and got into bed to wait for him to finish in the shower. Eventually he did, emerging with a towel wrapped around and sitting low on his waist, leaving a sinfully appealing view of his upper body as he near-violently scrubbed his hair dry with a towel.
Katsuki strode over to the walk-in closet, opening the doors and, so, so, unfortunately for your greedy eyes, turned away and chose clothes to put on. As if he could feel the way your eyes bore and shamelessly roved over the attractive sight of his delicious bare back and muscular arms, he looked over his shoulder with a knowing smirk and smug glint in his eyes. “Ya got a staring problem, or what?”
“I’m not allowed to admire my husband anymore?” You defended, now freely and abashedly observing him with a certain cheekiness he swears he hates, though you’ve always had a suspicion that he likes, especially when in regard to him.
He lets out what can only be described as a bark of a chuckle, slightly shaking his head. “Of course you’re gettin’ all sappy on me” he said, boldly letting his towel fall from his hips to the floor. Your eyes follow the towel, and raise back up slowly to drink in the sight of him before he stole it away from you with the clothes that he now held in his hands.
He then tugged on a pair of dark red boxer briefs and loose-fitting, black sweatpants that were just low enough to let the logo on the waistband of said briefs peek out of the top. The same sweatpants that you bought for him, with your initials embroidered in simple red thread on a small area that rested in between the pocket opening and waistband.
As he turned to look at you, you locked eyes and shared a look that was charged with longing, fatigue, and need. Almost like a moth to a flame, a positive to a negative, he climbed into bed and effortlessly pulled you into him, his hands finding and kneading into your waist and thighs while he leaned his head down to kiss your neck.
Which has led you to the present, with you sitting in his lap facing him at an angle, both your legs resting over his firm thigh while he continued to brazenly touch and rub what his hands could reach. Your hands roamed and played with his hair while he continued grumbling about it with a slight pink-ish tint to his cheeks that his head shift couldn’t hide.
“I like it Kats, it feels really nice. You always do” You hum, hands reaching back up to continue to toy with his hair. You catch a faint whiff of shampoo on his freshly clean head, a scent that smelled quite similar to your shampoo and not his. Katsuki pressed a kiss to your jaw before he began to lean the both of you backwards until his back hit the comforter and you were laying on top of him.
You motion to the blanket, and he reluctantly lets you go for the 45 seconds it takes for you to pull the blanket out from under both of you and slide underneath. Immediately his hands are back on you, dragging you back to your previous position and actions.
You return the kiss, though to his jaw, then his lips, then another, and another, and another, one after the other until he pulls you to lie beside him. You lay on your back, him on his side as his arm slides itself underneath your head and his legs come up to rest beneath yours. He curls himself around you and another heavy, muscled arm moves to drape itself over your waist to pull you closer.
“Sleepy, are we?” Your teasing tone elicits a low groan from him directly into your ear as he sleepily nudges his face into the crook of your neck, arm tugging you impossibly closer to him and him closer to you.
“Shaddup…” Katsuki groans into your neck, grazing his lips just under the joint where your neck and jaw meet, laying barely there kisses on your clavicle that remind you of how tired he must really be to not initiate something that typically comes after he tugs you onto his lap and gives you kisses like these.
One of your arms comes up to rest on his strong forearm while the other reaches up to cup the side of his face, pulling your head back just enough to place one last kiss to his lips.
“Goodnight Kats.” You sigh against him, foreheads pressed together.
“G’night babe.” He rasps, nuzzling his face back into your neck and bringing his hand up to give a light squeeze then still on your breast, ready to enjoy a pleasant night’s sleep snuggled up to his wife after another long day.