My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🌟🍋 Care (Yuu x Male!Reader)

*♡request for anon♡*

You trudge into the apartment, weary from a long day of battling villains. The hallway light flickers, casting shadows on the walls, a stark contrast to the gleaming cityscape outside. The quiet is a welcome respite from the chaos. The only sound is the distant hum of a TV from the neighbor's place. You sigh heavily as you peel off your jacket, revealing your sweat-drenched shirt. Your muscles ache, a reminder of the gravity-defying feats you've performed today.

Yuu is in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepares dinner. Her powerful figure is softened by the apron she wears, and her eyes light up when she sees you. "You're home!" she calls out, her voice a mix of concern and excitement. She sets down the spatula and strides over to you, her steps echoing through the small space. "You look exhausted," she says, her hand reaching up to gently touch your cheek.

You lean into her touch, relishing the warmth of her hand. "It was a tough one," you admit, your voice raspy from shouting commands all day. "But we got 'em."

"Good," she says, her smile turning into a smirk. "That means you're all mine now."

She takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom, her grip firm yet gentle. She runs a bath for you, the water steaming and smelling faintly of lavender. As you strip off the rest of your clothes, she watches you intently, her eyes tracing the lines of your body with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. You ease into the tub, the warmth enveloping your tired limbs, and let out a contented sigh. She kneels beside you, her knees pressing into the cold tiles, and starts to wash your hair, her strong fingers massaging your scalp. The sensation is heavenly, and you feel the tension of the day begin to melt away.

Once you're clean and relaxed, she helps you out of the tub and wraps you in a plush towel. "Come," she says, her tone commanding yet soothing.

In the bedroom, she lays you on the bed and starts to dry you off. Each stroke of the towel feels like a gentle caress, raising goosebumps on your sensitive skin. You watch her, unable to resist the allure of her confidence and strength. As she finishes, she tosses the towel aside and straddles you, her eyes never leaving yours. Her touch turns more deliberate, her hands sliding over your chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"I'm going to take care of you," she whispers, a hint of dominance in her voice that sends a thrill through you. You nod, your body responding instinctively to her power. She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a bottle of massage oil, the cap clicking open as she pours a generous amount into her palm. She warms it between her hands before she begins to rub it into your shoulders, working the knots from your muscles. Her touch is firm and precise, each stroke designed to relax and arouse.

You groan, your eyes closing as she works her way down your arms, her thumbs pressing into the tender spots that you didn't even realize were tense. Her hands glide over your chest, the slick oil making her touch feel like silk. You feel yourself growing hard beneath her, and she notices her smirk deepening as she continues to massage you.

Yuu slides down your body, her oiled hands gliding over your abs before she reaches your erection. She grips it firmly, her thumb tracing circles around the head as she looks up at you. "You're ready for me," she says, her voice a low purr.

You nod, unable to form coherent words as she starts to stroke you. Her touch is both gentle and insistent, a perfect balance that has you on the edge in no time. She leans down and kisses you, her tongue delving into your mouth, tasting of the sweetness of victory from your day's battles. You return the kiss, your hands tangling in her hair as you pull her closer.

She breaks away, a wicked glint in her eye. She climbs off the bed and stands over you, peeling off her own clothes with a sensual grace that makes you even more eager for what's to come. Her muscular frame is a testament to the hours she's spent training, each curve and line defined by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She's breathtaking, and you can't help but stare.