Don't Question This - Blog Posts

The lights were bright, streets barren of any light because of how late it was. Yet here you are, speeding down the road, moving 100 mph. Your husband grinned rolling the windows down as far as they would go as the two of you blasted your shared playlist over the radio.

Though the sky was pretty, the sight next to you was even better: the blonde pro hero dressed in dark colors from head to toe as the jewelry that decorated his ears and lip sparkled in the moonlight. All you could do was grin right back at him, your stomach turning with excitement and nerves.

“Kat, where are we going?” you asked as he shrugged, the tattoo on his torso slightly exposed as the shirt rode up with the motion “wherever we want, we don’t need a plan”.

Honestly, you couldn’t think straight all you could focus on was the way his hands gripped the steering wheel so relaxed yet the veins on his hands so prominent as the rings that adorned his hand alongside the one from your guys’ wedding looked as if they were made to be worn in a moment such as this. 

“Turn up the radio will ya?” he asked softly nodding towards the stereo as you nodded face heating up at his soft demeanor. It was rare you guys got to go out like this, with you both being pro heroes and all, it was even rarer that the two of you were alone for more than 10 minutes with your guys’ dog being a very clingy creature.

There was something about the way Katsuki drove that sent alarms to your brain, not the bad kind though, the sexual tension in the vehicle was so thick you could cut it with a knife but neither of you made a move to tone it down as the blonde pulled into an empty clearing off the road.

The stars replaced the bright traffic lights leaving the two of you in the dark, as you feel the ringed hands of your husband wrap around your torso as he gently pulled you over the center console and onto his lap

And the rest of the time in the car ya’ll…….wrestled.Yep, ya’ll love wrestling, why else would the car be shaking so violently🤨

“You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you” Kuroo smirked from above as you lay panting for air on the ground “We’ve been at it for hours though” you groaned your whole body aching with fatigue 

“Stop being dramatic, we’ve only gone two rounds” the raven-haired man chuckled, sweat pouring off his body, and before the two of you could continue there was a knock on the door

“Mommy! Daddy! The Ipad is dead!” the voice of your guys’ four-year-old child called from the other side of your door

“We’ll be right there, just let us clean up!” you yelled back, sitting up “So how’s gonna clean the mats?” you asked your husband as he shrugged “I’ll do it, you go charge the iPad before Yumi starts biting the couch cushions again” you nodded concerned “yeah, guess we can finish yoga tomorrow” 

Yoga, you guys were doing very intense yoga.