Get Used To Being A Fucking Dumbass - Kiribaku Mpreg

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Katsuki stood at the stove, cooking dinner, when he felt arms wrap around his stomach. "Hey," Eijirou whispered in his ear, "I didn't even hear you come home and you're already cooking? How long have you been here?"

Katsuki hummed. His stomach was cramping from his appointment earlier that day, and Eijirou hugging around his waist wasn't exactly helping. "Half an hour, maybe?" he answered.

"Really? Damn, I was very involved in gaming, then."

"Yeah. I heard you and Zomi trash talking to each other," Katsuki snorted.

"Super smash bros is an intense game," Eijirou defended.

"She's only fourteen. Don't get too competitive. She's still fragile."

"I am not fragile!" Nozomi yelled, grabbing a snack from the cabinets.

"You cried at a healthcare commercial," he said.

"I'm emotional, not fragile. And you cried too!"

"I- oh, fuck you! Go play outside or something," he huffed. Nozomi laughed at his annoyance and walked out of the kitchen.

Eijirou laughed sweetly in his ear and gently kissed his neck. "Hey, princess?" he whispered.

"What, asshole?"

"So mean. Anyway, the triplets are over at a friends house toni-"

"What? So I'm making this dinner for four and not seven? Seriously, Eijirou, couldn't you have told me?" Katsuki cut in.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry.." he said bashfully.

Katsuki sighed, "Okay. I'm just washing shit right now. I'll just put it back. We'll have leftovers tonight. Eat whatever you want whenever you want."

"Okay. Now, can I say what I was gonna say?" he asked.

"Fine. You're putting away all this shit I took out."

"Alright," he said, "But, the triplets are away tonight, so.." he lowered his voice even more, his hands sneaking up Katsuki's shirt. "Wanna get freaky?"

Katsuki leaned into his touch and smirked. "Yeah, why not. Only if you give me a massage first. Or during. Or both."

"Are you aching from work today?"

"Yeah," he lied. In case this didn't work, he didn't want Eijirou to know about his plans. Eijirou always liked surprises, anyway.

"I'll pamper you, then," Eijirou said, "We can have a nice bath. I can give you a massage. Then I'll give you my di-"

"Ew, stop," Katsuki laughed, "I got the memo. Save the dirty talk for later. Let me relax a bit first, okay?"

"Totally! I'll grab you something to eat after I put this away. Go relax on the couch, baby," Eijirou said, stepping back to pat his butt a few times.

Katsuki squawked and jumped away from him. "Stop touching my ass so casually!"

"Am I not allowed to touch you casually as your husband?" he said teasingly. He stepped in front of him and wrapped an arm around his waist, his hand grabbing his ass. "Is this okay?" he asked.

Katsuki gulped. "Yeah," he said.

"Can you take off your shirt for me?" Eijirou asked.

Katsuki grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Eijirou effortlessly lifted Katsuki up onto the counter by his ass. Katsuki hummed at Eijirou's show of strength. "You're so hot, Kat," Eijirou hummed, leaning in to kiss his collarbone, "I love you. Your mind, your body, your everything."