Saturday morning with husband!Bakugo
If there’s one thing you’ll never get tired of, it’s waking up to your shirtless husband making breakfast for you on a Saturday morning.
You roll over in bed, hands searching for warm skin, but only finding the empty side of the mattress. On one hand, you would have loved to cuddle, but your body has grown accustomed to this routine. Your stomach growls when you catch the sweet aroma drifting in from the kitchen.
You always walk into the kitchen slowly, admiring your husband from afar first; his muscular back, scattered scars, bedhead. He looks so hot—
“Good morning, creep,” he says without turning around.
That’s your signal to walk up behind him and pull him into a warm embrace. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chest to his back.
“Morning, Kats,” you purr against his skin, punctuating the greeting with a few scattered, wet kisses on his back.
“I’m making your favorite— buttermilk pancakes,” he says, continuing to flip and pour as you cling to him.
“With chocolate chips?”
“Duh,” he replies, already knowing exactly what you like.
Your hands wander over Katsuki’s body: a squeeze to his biceps, a pass over his pecs, then his defined abs, until your fingers settle at the extremely low hem of his jogging pants.
You toy with the strings, then flick the waistband against his skin, waiting for a reaction. Nothing. So you finally sneak your hand under—
“Hey, enough.” He grunts. “We have to eat first.” He turns around fully now, spatula still in hand, kisses the top of your head, and wraps an arm around you.
“You suck,” you pout.
“We’ll pick this up right after breakfast.” He presses a long, charged kiss to your lips and gives your ass a squeeze.
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