you and shinsou have been married for a few years,both of y'all were pro heros,in the top 50, y'all have been together since highschool, you used to follow him around annoying him

You’re laying back against a plush pillow, heated breaths mingling together as his tongue finds its way down your throat, slick muscle dragging to the roof of your mouth, desperate to soak up every sugar-coated whimper he can get, untrimmed fingernails digging deep into your hips and leaving their lilac bruises.

For once, he’s the needy one, trying to mark you up in every way he can, teeth marks and scratches overlapping as both hands slip down to tug at the silky pink fabric between your thighs, about to push the damp material aside until-

“Mommyyy!!” you kid cried It was probably another nightmare. Shinsou rolled to his side of bed and sighed, running his figures in his purple hair, closing his tired eyes Shinsou: just when I thought we would be alone