Bath Time Cuddles
Mikoto Suoh X Reader
(Y/n) entered the bar that HOMRA used as a base, spotting her boyfriend laying on the couch she felt a tired smile creeping onto her face. Making a B-line to the resting man, she didn't hesitate to lay right on top of him. Mikoto had glanced down at her from where his shoulders reclined against the arm of the couch, raising an eyebrow with a quiet grin as her arms wrapped around his torso. She rolled her eyes playfully, laying her head on his shoulder. She was still in her work uniform, having been working at a popular cat cafe as a waitress. Working lunch rush left her tired, her feet hurting because of the heels she had to wear. So, her favorite thing to do after work was to come back to HOMRA and snuggle with her long-term boyfriend, something he was always willing to accept. The red-haired man had wound one of his arms around her and ran his fingers through her hair, the other moved from behind his head to ash the cigarette he was smoking. "Ya look tired…" His deep voice rumbled lowly, making the young woman look up at him and give a nod. "We had a ton of tourists come in; my feet have been killing me all day." She nuzzled him, speaking just as softly as his fingers gently scratched at the back of her head. No one dared to interrupt them, the red clan knew that when it came to talking with his girlfriend their king didn't want to be interrupted unless it was an emergency. He hummed, sitting up as he put his cigarette out.
His arm stayed curled around her waist and pulled her closer. "Why don't we go take a bath then?" His free arm wrapped under her bum, moving to stand as he holds her up against his body. Her arms had shifted to wrap around his neck, looking up at him with confusion as he began to walk towards the steps with his eyes lazily focused ahead of them. "Alright, sounds good." She giggled some and had given into his whims, the idea of a hot bath with her longtime lover sounded like a good way to end the day. So, she continued to cling to him, her head resting on his shoulder as she relaxed into the steady sway of his stride. Being King meant he had a master bedroom in the bar, so no one would disturb them as they soaked in their bath. She hugged close to him like a koala, her eyes closed as she felt the gentle bounce of his feet moving up the stairs.
Once to the bathroom he had sat her on the sink counter, stepping back and tugging his shirt off, the red-haired male would approach the tub and begin running the hot water. While he prepared the bath (Y/n) got undressed, putting her dirty clothes in the laundry basket before giving her own hair a quick brush. Mikoto liked soaking in hot baths, so the tub itself was of comfortable size and she loved getting to soak with him. Mikoto was the first to get into the bath once it was full, giving her his hand to help her in and settle down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back, gently pulling her back to lay against his chest. His other hand took a rag and soaked it into the warm water, gently rubbing down her collarbone and shoulders before moving to her chest and stomach. Every now and then Mikoto liked to be the one to wash her body and hair, it was like a ritual of sorts. He was never pervy with it, instead focused on enjoying the warm feel of her skin as he took care of her like the queen she was. He was always so nonchalant about caring for her and her needs, even if she could bathe herself, he liked the intimacy of being able to care for each other in such a way. Of course, she always returned the favor, her favorite part was washing his soft red hair.
He looked so handsome with his hair wet, whether it's brushed back from his face or left to hang down in his golden eyes. His hair was so soft and fluffy, always becoming so silky as she massages the conditioner in. He squeezed her gently, regaining her attention after noticing her zone out. "Sit up so I can wash your back." His voice was a low rumble, helping her sit up straight as he brushed her hair away from her shoulders and his large hands began to drag the soft rag across her skin. "Love you 'koto…" Her words were warm and sweet, drawing a lazy smile on his face even if she couldn't see it. "Love ya too baby…" He pressed a kiss to the base of her neck, taking a cup of water to rinse off her back before he tilted her head back. She kept her eyes closed, knowing what was coming as he began soaking her hair in warm water. She did her best not to fall asleep as he massaged the shampoo into her (H/c) hair, her body was relaxed and her mind clear. The earlier events at work were distant memories, the only thing on her mind was the man behind her. He was her king and he never treated her like anything less than a queen, his love and loyalty were just 2 of the things she adored about him.
Once he had finished with her hair, both shampooing and conditioning, it was her turn. She turned to face him, her smaller hands taking the rag from his own before she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. Leaning back once more he lit himself a cigarette, letting her lather his pale skin with the warm rag. His breathing was steady, she could feel his calm heart break against her palm as she gently scrubbed his chest. Soon it was his turn to turn around, allowing her to start washing his back. His lover peppered kisses across his skin as she went until it was time to rinse, she was excited for the next part and was gente with leaning him back some so she could more easily wash his hair. Sitting up on her knees she used the cup to wet his hair, starting her own massage to lather his crimson locks with the sweetly scented shampoo. His eyes remained closed, completely at her mercy as he basked in her gentle touch. She repeated the process with the conditioner as well, but stopped him before he could turn back around.
Instead, she leaned back and pulled him with her. His head rested on her chest as her arms moved to wrap around his neck, he looked up at her curiously with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk as he tilted his head back. Her only response was to kiss his forehead, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek as she held him. He was usually the one to hold her, but he never fought back on those rare occasions where she wanted to be the big spoon. He found it funny, but he enjoyed her touch and was willing to play along. It was just them after all, there was no need for him to keep up his reputation when it was only them. With her he wasn't just the red king, he was her lover Mikoto, and her happiness came before all else.
