it took so fucking long for me to actually finish this bc of writers block 💀 sorry babe, but yeah its out now!!! I hope this is good enough, I really tried but im a raging homo so straight smut is so hard to write 😭😭😭😭😭
CW: praise, light degradation, bondage, begging, edging, whipping, and overstimulation
DaddyDaddy-Boom-Boom
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"I'm home Shouta!" You shouted wearily, it had been a long day at work, but coming home to Shouta always made your day better.
"Welcome home," he shouted from the kitchen. Delicious scents wafted through your shared apartment. You kicked your heels off and trudged into the kitchen where your husband had been cooking dinner.
"Babe, I'm stressed..."
"Oh?" You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the rumble of his voice in his chest.
"Mmm, can you help me?"
"After dinner sweetheart, it's getting cold and I'm not letting my work go to waste." He smiled, turning with steaming hot plates.
"Fine, fine, I guess I can wait for dinner." You muttered only slightly disappointed.
Shouta hummed in agreement and set a plate down in front of you. He took his seat opposite you and waited until you took the first bite to dig in. A small thing he always did when he was with you, he always wanted to make sure you were taken care of and fed before himself.
"Oh shit, Shouta, I will literally never get tired of your cooking." You spoke through a mouthful of food.
He took the complement with a grunt and a gentle smile.
You both ate as you ranted about your day to your husband, and he ranted in turn about yesterday's work and gossip that you missed since you left for work before he got home.
Work as a crime scene cleaner was gruesome for sure, but you rarely got to speak directly to the pro-heroes, in this case your husband. You usually spent time with your fellow cleaners or the police. But one thing most people wouldn't expect, is crime scene cleaners being the biggest gossips. Always theorizing the latest scandal between co-workers or what happened to cause such a mess. Of course we always pay our respects to the deceased, but more often than not it's boring, monotonous, discouraging work not for the faint of heart.
You finished the last bit of food on your plate and moved to take Shouta's plate to the sink along with your own but he stopped you and snatched both before you could protest.
"You said you were stressed today, angel, let me help." He kissed your forehead and you smirked deviously.
"Yeah, I am, and I know just how to relieve my stress."
"Oh?" He said, turning towards you already having a guess about what you wanted from him. You froze time and quickly moved within your allotted 6 minutes. You moved Shouta onto the bed, fastening his wrists to the bedframe after stripping him naked aside from his boxers. Your time was almost up so you took the time to lay out your tools of torture, and dressed for the occasion.
Time snapped back into place like a rubber band and Shouta looked around with wide, surprised eyes. He scanned the room and assessed his surroundings before his gaze landed on you. His eyes scraped up your body, landing on your thigh-highs which led up to your short skirt, which was really just flares of tuile accentuating your hips. A black see-through corset formed and fitted your waist and pushed up your breasts, creating an inviting plush pillow against your chest.
