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can i get a man like this
AGHHH sitting on bf! katsuki's shoulders while he cooks to make up for skipping the gym.
katsuki was supposed to hit the gym today. he really was. but the moment you wrapped yourself around him in bed, all thoughts of training went out the window.
“shit,” he muttered, stretching his arms above his head. “didn’t even work out today.”
you, still groggy but entirely unrepentant, grinned and nuzzled into his neck. “you worked out your patience.”
"yeah? and you worked out my ability to say no.”
you grinned wider. “exactly.”
even after every time he tried to move to adjust himself, you clung to him like a koala, nuzzling into his chest, whining about how warm and comfortable he was. and damn it, how was he supposed to leave when you looked so damn cute?
so yeah, gym? skipped. gains? delayed. but cuddles? so fucking worth it.
now, in the kitchen, katsuki is making up for it. sort of. with you sitting comfortably on his broad shoulders.
he'd already deadlifted you a few times while waiting for the pancake to cook, grumbling half-heartedly when you cheered like he was performing in the olympics.
"you're way too happy about this," he muttered, flipping a pancake with precision despite your weight balanced on his shoulders.
"that's because you're my personal chef now," you teased, playing with the strands of his hair like you were styling them. "and i'm basically remy."
"tch... the rat from ratatouille?"
"yeah!"
he snorted, shaking his head slightly to mess up whatever you were doing. "the hell you are. you ain't cookin’ shit."
"excuse you! i am the mastermind behind this whole operation, thank you very much. you're just my hands."
katsuki rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "yeah? then where's my little chef hat, huh?"
you gasped dramatically. "oh my god, we need to get you one!"
"like hell we do," he scoffed, adjusting his grip on your legs as he effortlessly lifted you up again, just because he could. you let out a small squeak, gripping onto his hair, and he chuckled.
"okay, okay, you're strong, we get it," you laughed, ruffling his hair. "now, my strong, muscular, incredibly attractive boyfriend—flip that pancake before it burns."
“i ain't lettin’ you control me," katsuki clicked his tongue but did as you commanded, all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. he should’ve gone to the gym today, sure—but honestly? this was way better.
"i practically do," you tug lightly on his hair, and to your delight, his head moves slightly in the direction you pull.
katsuki freezes. “...did you just try to steer me like a damn car?”
you laugh. “maybe.”
“hmph, you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, adjusting your weight like it’s nothing. “but if you try to puppet-master me again, i’m droppin’ your ass.”
you grin, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you too. and no you won’t.”
katsuki sighs, but you feel his shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. yeah, okay, maybe he won’t.
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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ saw this on twt but i cant find the video again☹️☹️ hope you enjoyed!!💜