As much as it is debated, Katsuki is in fact, an ass man.

How do you know? Because you’ve been married to him for 5 years. That means that you had to sit through all the times he’s slapped your ass, bit your ass, slept on your ass, etc. I mean he just can’t help it, he loves your ass!

Now you don’t hate it— actually you really love it, it just shows you how much he loves your body. You don’t blame him, you’re a pro-hero just like him which means that your physique is good as fuck and your ass is naturally plumped.

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You stand in the kitchen, drying your wet hands from washing the little bit of dishes that was in the sink and bopping your head to your music you were blasting. Your husband then trailed in and his eyes instantly locked on his target (his target being your ass) and as always, he slightly lit up his hands using his quirk, winded back his arm, and slapped it across your ass.

A loud ’SMACK!’ sound echoed within the kitchen as you instantly arch your back and reach your hands back to hold your ass cheek, a moan of surprise and pain leaving your lips.

“Katsuki, dammit!” You exclaim, your brows furrowed as you lean over the kitchen sink, trying to recover from the pain.

He smirked over at you and walked towards the fridge, opening it and grabbing his (ahem, yalls) jug of cranberry juice.

“Couldn’t help myself, yo’ ass is jus’ so fat, baby.”