#adult bakugou

[lesinquietes]

Summary: Dynamight can’t seem to focus on his duties with a pretty little thing like you taking your sweet time scoping the crime scene.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ fluff. violence.

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You’re trying to gather a sample of blood for evidence and he’s standing behind you with his arms crossed, jabbing at his teeth with a little wooden pick. When he’s done his idle activity, he tosses the pick in the trash. At least he’s meticulous about keeping the crime scene uncontaminated… for the most part.

“You done yet, princess?”

You purse your lips. If this was the first handful of times he used the pet name, you might have corrected him. It’s clear, at this point, that he doesn’t care to respect your wishes, so you elect to ignore him. Unfortunately, he seems to have a chip on his shoulder.

“Hey. You hear me?”

And you ponder to yourself, who the fuck do you think you are? because never, in your four years of being a forensic detective, have you dealt with a hero who acted like this.

You snap your head around to glare at him. When he greets you with a cocky grin — a very made you look expression — you want nothing more than to throw the victim’s keys at his face. Dynamight. You heard he helped save the world from All For One’s return, years ago, when the world was abandoning hope. You don’t doubt that his involvement is true, but surely his personality should have matured since then.

“Do I look done to you?” You ask rhetorically, latex gloves strapped to your elbows and vibrant eyes hidden behind thick lenses. “It’s only been half an hour.”

Bakugou’s grin widens upon getting a good look at you. You think he’s going to laugh. He’s seems like one of those jock types that still bullies because he never grew out of it. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, he sighs and walks over to you.

Normally, you would tell him to back away from the scene, but the words of caution catch in your throat. His sharp auburn eyes are boring into yours. There’s a spark on amusement dancing in the depths of his irises, though it’s the other emotion that catches your attention: curiosity. Perhaps this blunt hero has some semblance of professional focus, after all.

“Exactly. Half an hour. We could’ve gotten this shit done in five minutes.”

You roll your eyes. Forget what you thought. He just wants to go home. Well, if that’s the case, you can put him to work.

“Make yourself useful and hold this device for me.”

You shove the item into his hand. He grasps it instinctively. You don’t hear any complaints.

While you swab for a solid sample of the victim’s blood, he waits idly next to you, silently studying your process. He observes your craft with respect, knowing heroes can’t do their jobs as well without your role. His younger self — who so visibly struggled with disobeying any form of authority — might have roofed the device after it was forced upon him. He’ll hold onto it for you. At least it looks like you’re being thorough with the case.

But as the sequence goes on, he finds his gaze drifting to your features. He’s immune to a lot of things, but not pretty women.

You catch him when you finish your task. He’s swift to glance away. Oblivious to his fascination, you smirk.

“Didn’t know you were interested in forensics.”

He snorts.

“I ain’t. I’m interested in you.”

And he doesn’t miss how you bite your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

[speedmetalqueen]

[oldbookshopavenue]

Eh. Katsuki.

Drawn with a normal black pen.

[berryvioo]

Anyone remember the fic bakugou x his secretary where he’s obsessed with her I think maybe king katsuki wrote it I can’t find it anyway , if anyone remembers it pls mention it <3

[acanthus-literary]

[nicehairnerd]

i like to think that the quirk singularity theory means that society will soon evolve to highlight pro-heroes with disabilities / chronic pain caused by their quirks

adult!bakugou with hearing aids that match his ua era's hair decorations

adult!bakugou dressing up as a pirate on halloween after losing vision in his right eye and visiting kids with strong quirk after-effects

adult!ochako becoming a swimming instructor for those who experience tensions in their hands, arms, all their other muscles

and more! i just like thinking about our teen heroes having a good impact on society

[hotpotatopotat]

A lot can happen in 8 years, Kacchan.

[whatarainyday]

thinking about college students bkdk 🥺

[a11eya]

You’ve been dating Bakugou for almost a year now, and it’s been nice keeping the relationship to yourselves. 

So it comes as a big surprise to you when Bakugou brings up telling your friends about the two of you. And eventually going public about the two of you.

“You can take care of yourself,” Bakugou says, more to himself than you at this point, as you’re barely listening. You’re both relaxed on his couch, decompressing from work, and he has your legs in his lap. 

He runs a hand up and down the length of your thigh, slowly, measured. He's not thinking about what he’s doing to you, you can tell. His touch makes you warm, interested. In the glide of his hands, the sharp angle of his jaw. In the curve of his bicep. Not in this conversation.

You try to focus. The both of you have been pro heroes for years, now, and both your quirks are offensive ones. Strong. It’s something you’re grateful for. (Though some days are still spent worrying about him, keeping you on edge, jagged. The nights when you wake up to him sleepless and sitting up in bed beside you, hand cupping the pulse in the side of your neck, are somehow worse.)

That's probably what he’s thinking about—that if your relationship got out beyond your friends that villains or enemies would think to use you against each other. And he’s saying they would think twice, knowing your reputations. That if either of you were civilians, or not at the top of your game, being open about your relationship wouldn’t be an option. 

He's always respected your strength. It’s one of the things that made you fall for him. 

Bakugou scowls. “And s’annoying dealing with Shitty Hair’s questions. He’s been irritating since Halloween.”

“You think he saw us?” you ask. The two of you had gotten a little careless towards the end of the night, sneaking off to a corner of Midoriya’s apartment to let your hands wander. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes, shrugs. “If we tell him, he’ll stop being such a goddamn pain.”

He glances at you, waiting. His hand stops its movement, instead gently squeezing the meat of your thigh. You watch him watch the indents his fingers make in your skin, the satisfaction that settles on his face as he touches you. 

Your stomach flutters. He has to be doing this on purpose. 

What were you talking about again? 

“We can tell our friends,” you finally manage. “I don't mind, though you know Kaminari’s gonna tease and Midoriya and Kirishima might be upset you didn’t tell them sooner. But maybe we keep it private from the public for a little longer? If that’s okay?”

“…Okay,” he says after a long moment. 

It is okay—at least for a couple more months. Your friends are as sweet (and obnoxious) as you expected them to be, upon hearing the news. 

Recently, though, Bakugou's been acting differently when the two of you are out and about. He's less careful about wearing a mask to hide his face, and he’s stopped wearing hats to hide that distinctive blond hair of his. 

He used to lean out of frame of photos and videos you’d post to social media of things you’d do together, food you’d eat at meals together. But these days, you’ve had to make a real effort to only get footage of him that’s below the neck. 

You’re not sure what he’s thinking. Maybe he’s just tired of having to be lowkey, now that both your friends know. If that’s the case, you get it. Sometimes, you can’t be bothered about concealing your identity too. 

Bakugou sits across from you, watching as you pull out your phone to take some pictures of the food in front of you. 

You first came to this cafe together a year ago, and despite the owner recognizing the both of you, she was discreet. Respectful. She even makes sure her staff seats you so that you have the most privacy. It’s one of your favorite places to grab a drink, a little dessert. 

Smiling to yourself, you begin recording a short video, panning over your food. 

Suddenly, Bakugou ducks his head so that his face is in frame of your video. His mouth is turned down in a ferocious scowl. 

“Katsuki!” you exclaim. You stop recording, shaking your head in bewilderment. “What’re you doing?”

“Tired of this soft launch bullshit,” he grumbles, and your eyes widen. “You ashamed of me or what.”

“What? I'm not!” you say, suppressing the laughter bubbling up in you, trying to escape. You’re failing miserably, a smile stretching your lips, and it only makes him scowl harder.

“How do you even know what a soft launch is?” you manage after a moment, regaining your composure. Bakugou's rarely on social media—his PR team controls all of that, as he has zero interest. 

“Soy Sauce Face and Shitty Hair were talking about it,” Bakugou says. A very subtle expression you identify as embarrassment flashes across his face. “Some singer they follow started dating someone or whatever.” 

“Soft launches are only a thing if people don’t know who I’m dating,” you tell him, tapping your foot against his under the table. “Everyone who matters knows that I’m yours.”

You watch his face, looking for any sign that he’s still bothered. Bakugou can be unpredictable about things when it comes to dating, you’ve found. With most everything he’s loud and unfiltered. Direct. So you know it’s when he’s trying to hide things, hide how he’s feeling, that it’s important to pay attention.

“We can go public if you want,” you say a little more quietly, looking into his eyes. 

“If you want,” he says gruffly, reaching over to pinch your cheek. 

You wince exaggeratedly to make him let go, and then you turn your face into his hand. You smile. “Okay. Let’s tell Japan.”

[lesinquietes]

Summary: It’s your turn to plan a second date. You choose to take him to the beach. As the sun sets and the tide shifts, so do your moods. You’re not the only one who thinks the temptation is torturous.

Note: This will probs be the final part to this series.

Adult!Bakugou x Forensic Detective!Reader

⚠️ mdni. fluff. katsuki is dominant. possessive behaviour. soft smut.

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You decide that your second date will be an evening at the beach. You pack a picnic for the two of you, merely telling him that he better arrive hungry. His reply to your demand draws a gasp from your lips.

Katsuki: for what

You bite your lower lip. You want to flirt back. Should you? Being reserved will let him know you’re serious about dating him. Responding too loose might give him the idea that you’re easy. You don’t want to raise his expectations.

You: you’ll see :)

It’s innocent enough.

You meet him at six o’clock. You’re late a few minutes and you hope he doesn’t think you’re standing him up. Imagine, a pro hero as big a deal as Dynamight, getting soft rejected by an ordinary detective. The fangirls would lose their minds.

You park your car and hastily hop out of the driver’s seat. You scurry into the back, grabbing your knapsack, before slamming all doors and locking up tight. Your legs move faster than you can register, and you almost trip. Fortunately, you manage to collect yourself before you make a mockery of yourself. There are other people lingering around the park, having barbecues with family members or enjoying a romantic evening with their love. The last thing you need is to have that humiliation haunting the back of your mind the entire time.

You hustle up the grassy hill. When you get to the top, you scan the sandy plains. You don’t see him. Perhaps he’s running late, too.

The thought crosses you that he might be the one to stand you up. At least if that happens, no one will know but you. The betrayal will be hard, but you know a thing or two about how to cope with heartbreak. Better now than three or six months down the line, right? As your negative self-talk begins to escalate, you’re glad when the sight of him placates you.

He isn’t on the beach. He’s beside it, atop a bluff overlooking the water. You wave at him as you approach. He sees you from a distance and flashes you a salute. Standing in place by the bench, he waits for you to make the entire trek. You call out to him when you draw closer.

“Hey!”

“Hey.”

He opens his arms for a hug. Although a little surprised at the gesture, you don’t hesitate to receive his warmth. He pulls you close to his chest and holds you there for a few seconds. Your eyes nearly flutter shut. His cologne smells like woodsmoke, driving your senses up the wall with intrigue. Everything about him is so inviting.

When he releases you, there’s a small smile on your face. You can’t stifle it.

“What’s up?” He prompts you.

“Nothing,” you reply sheepishly. “Just happy to see you.”

Being forward isn’t usually your jam, but with Katsuki, it’s simpler to be honest. He seems to be transparent with you. The least you can do is afford him a modicum of trust. It’s not like he’s done anything for you to question his intentions.

Suddenly, you feel his fingers grasp your chin. You perk up. He’s gazing at you with a soft expression.

“Me too.” He confesses. “Been countin’ down the days. My buddy kept teasin’ me about it.”

Gratitude possess your soul. He told his friends about you. That’s more evidence to denote that he’s serious about this — about you.

He keeps you suspended in his grasp for a few seconds longer. You lick your lips. The tension between you is tight. It’s time he fixes that.

“S’it too early t’ kiss you?”

You shakes your head. Normally, yes; for him, no.

He folds his mouth against yours. The kiss is strong and domineering. He mashes his lips against yours and controls your rhythm. You have no choice but to conform. He doesn’t afford you any option but to obey him. You can’t lie; it makes you rub your thighs together.

When he breaks contact, his chest is rising and falling ferociously, as though he’s holding himself back from moving further. You glance behind you. He follows your gaze. You spy people in the distance, shrouded by trees — that’s it. If he wanted to, he could make his way up your neck, pressing his tongue on your pulse and holding it there are your heart throbs. It’s a shame that he can’t do that yet; he doesn’t have that sort of rapport with you. He settles for staring into your hazy irises.

He brushes his thumb over your lips. You smile beneath the digit. It’s a gesture that causes his heart to leap.

“How the hell d’you always manage t’ look so fuckin’ beautiful?” He mutters, starstruck. “I’m a lucky man.”

Katsuki doesn’t recall the last time he was fascinated by a woman. If he had to guess, it was one of his first girlfriends; though, he suspects that was because of his novelty to love. You’re different. The brand of interest he has in getting to know you is anchored by physical and emotional attraction. It’s not the result of a unique encounter, as much as it’s rooted in how well he receives your compelling nature.

“I-it’s really nice out here!” You exclaim, too shy to continue engaging with his flirtation. “I almost didn’t spot you!”

The hero grunts. He can tell that you’re dismissive of your worth. Whether it’s a trait you developed at a young age or something that was instilled upon you, he doesn’t like it. He’ll have to work on getting you to accept his reality.

“Yeah,” he says, releasing you to rub the back of his neck. “Did’j’ya bring a jacket? Gonna get cold when night falls.”

You nod. You packed a sweater at the bottom of your bag. It’s sweet of him to worry about you.

“Cool. I brought one f’r ya anyway.”

Your heart lights up as you thank him. It’s nice to have someone else looking out for you. It conveys a strong ethic of care on his part.

You shrug off your knapsack and reveal your plan to him. He spies a large quilt and several containers of food. You must have spent all morning preparing this meal. He feels bad he didn’t know to contribute. Next time, he’ll have Rikido teach him how to bake your favourite dessert to perfection, and then present it to you when he masters the recipe. You deserve to be spoiled.

He expands the blanket and sets it on the grassy cliff. You place the Tupperware containers on the fabric, along with their respective utensils. Finally, he produces two plates from your bag. Meal prep is complete.

“This looks fuckin’ amazing.” Katsuki marvel. “Didn’t know you knew how t’ cook.”

You laugh. Whenever you worked with him, you either didn’t find the time to eat or ordered fast food. When your life gets busy, you resort to an unhealthier routine. It’s a bad habit you’re trying to kick.

“Hope you enjoy it!”

He digs in. You watch as he takes some of your meal and plops it into his mouth. He hums approvingly.

“Not bad, princess.”

You beam at him.

“Thanks!”

As you eat, you talk about the days in between seeing each other. Eventually, the conversations shifts to what you want in life — your career goals, your aspirations. He reflects on yours before stating his. You’re fond of his ambition. He mentions being a hothead in his youth. You can’t imagine him being worse than he is today, though he assures you he was. He tells you he used to bully his now best friend. It took him years to come around to the idea that Izuku cares about him, that they’re both worthy of each others’ friendship regardless of past mistakes.

When he finishes his story, he’s gazing out at the ocean. The sun is setting. The waves are getting heavier as they crash against the cliff side. Enchanted, you watch with him as the earth’s cycle alters the ocean’s pattern. He cups your hand as you sit, squeezing it briefly. He doesn’t get to enjoy living in the moment very often. You make him face the present in ways he didn’t think were possible. It feels fresh and fundamental.

When the last of the sun dips beneath the horizon, the silence is killing you. Perhaps it’s your full stomach and satisfaction talking, but you want more of him. You give him a quick kiss on the mouth. He blinks; then, he frowns.

“The fuck was that?”

You smirk.

“A kiss.”

“Nah.” He insists. “Not good enough.”

He snatches your wrist and pulls you close. You land on top of him. He leans back to give you room. You don’t dare mount him; it’s too early for that. Instead, you hover over his body, lips mere centimetres from his. It’s a staring contest.

His hand strokes the length of your back. A shiver courses through you. Your nails dig into his bicep as you bend down to kiss him. He grabs a fistful of your hair and keeps you rooted in place, deepening the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with a thirst for unfamiliarity. You let him. He loves how you taste. He can’t get enough.

You moan when he parts from your mouth, chest heaving and head spinning. He’s abducted the air from your lungs. He gives you a moment to stabilize before diving in for more. This time, he pulls you on top of him. You’re nervous that you’ll be too uncomfortable, but he has no qualms about you straddling him.

You press your crotch down on his. He twitches beneath his jeans. You gasp naively, as though you didn’t believe your actions would have consequences. He wants you. Scarily enough, you’re starting to want him, too.

You grind on his package as you kiss him, permitting him to suck and bite your lips, swelling them to his liking. He wishes he could feel your mouth elsewhere, but he’s not so foolish as to suggest such a thing. This is more enough on a second date.

“Oh fuck, babe,” he growls. “Makin’ me so fuckin’ hard.”

He needs you to know how he’s feeling. His dick is hard and his thoughts are obscured. You have a right to understand the effect your body and mind have on him.

“I don’t wanna have sex,” you pant between his fierce onslaught of kisses. “Please, Katsuki.”

He isn’t pressed that he freaked you out. The teenage version of him, who couldn’t comprehend people, let alone women, would have lost his shit. He would have huffed and puffed and externalized his insecurity. Now, he sees past the confusion and accepts your plea for what it is — to see if he can provide safety.

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to, princess.” He reassures you, looking you in the eye. “Y’hear me?”

You do — in more ways than one. You trust him to stop if you ask him to. He wants you to rely on him, and he’s trying to prove he’s a good man. You decide to accept his answer at face value.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. This okay?”

He lets you stroke yourself over his pants, occasionally glancing up to ensure no one is creeping. The last thing he wants is another scandal. Sure, you’re his woman — and he’s not ashamed of that — but he doesn’t want your debut to be a picture of you, soaked through your leggings, on display for all of Japan; moreover, something about others getting to witness you, in your rawest form, causes a bolt of fury to rise in his throat. He quells the impulsive anger and pours it into his movements. He helps you get off.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, gripping his bare shoulder with your nails. “Feels so fucking good.”

“Y’like this, sweetheart?” He croons, chuckling when he’s met with a desperate mewl. “Yeah, s’what I thought… keep goin’, baby.”

Vacantly, you ponder how this happened. First, you were enjoying a cute date together; now, you’re wordlessly begging for him in a deeply intimate way, praying he’ll lose control and just fucking slip it in.

But he doesn’t.

Dynamight doesn’t lose control.

You stop when you almost reach your peak. Rubbing your clothed clit along his erection beneath rugged fabric isn’t how you want to cum with him for the first time. Just like sex, you want it to be special. You can’t help but romanticize orgasms.

You yank yourself off him, breaking through his arm slung around your back. You feel him go limp, letting you rise. With his permission, you bolt upright, though don’t get off his lap. Your underwear is damp and you’re panting like a dog. You love how he made you feel. You sense a strong chemistry forming between the two of you — one you’re interested in exploring further. Before you dedicate to that aspiration, however, you have to make sure he’s on the same page.

“I don’t want this just to be sex,” you assert. “So if that’s what you’re looking for, we can’t go any further.”

You already feel yourself growing attached. You recognize the need to preserve yourself from the possibility of pain later. Expressing your needs has never come easy to you, but communication is the only way to make a relationship work.

Katsuki stares at you like you have two heads. He’s dumbfounded. He can’t fathom why you would think he isn’t interested in making you his woman. The only reason he hasn’t made a move yet is because he didn’t want to seem too eager. You’re an independent woman. You deserve to have the breathing room to do your own thing without pressure. But if you want to be tied down, he’s happy to seal the deal.

“You fuckin’ joking?” He growls. “Far as I’m concerned, you were my woman the second I laid eyes on your pretty ass.”

His hands spasm. An overwhelming urge to grab your asscheeks and rub your sweet pussy against his thick cock almost ruins his chances with you. He reigns himself in. He breathes a sigh of relief when you finally climb off him, sensing what your presence was doing to him. He can’t wait until he can do as he pleases with you — within reason, of course.

He sits up and dusts himself off. There’s only one thing on his mind. You can’t fault him; he’s merely a man and he can barely contain his budding lust for you. He’s learning to better admire you with each date. Besides, you make it easy when you wear outfits like that. It’s as though you know what turns him on.

“Interested in comin’ t’ my place next weekend?” The blonde asks boldly. “My shitty roommate’s goin’ away with his girl.”

“Sure.” You shrug. “Want me to bring anything?”

“Maybe an’ overnight bag.” He suggests casually. “If y’want.”

You do — and you will — but he doesn’t have to know that yet. You’re willing to trust him. If he betrays you, it’ll hurt. You’re not sure it’s a healthy relationship unless you’re both willing to make sacrifices and compromises, however; you hope he meets you halfway.

“I’ll text you when I get my work schedule.”

He isn’t phased by your dodge. He has a feeling you’ll show up to his place either a little duffel bag. Just in case, you’ll say adorably, and oh fuck, will he ever put you to work. He grins. Yeah. That thought’ll get him through the week.

“Sounds good.”

Together, you pack everything up. Lids are slapped onto Tupperware containers, and ziplock bags are secured. The quilt is scooped up and folded. When it’s all put away, you dust yourself off and get to your feet. Katsuki follows suit. It’s dark out now. Finding your way back might be a bit harder than anticipated. Fortunately, you have him to protect you. As if on cue, he slips an arm around your waist.

“Ready?” He asks.

You notice he has your knapsack slung lazily over your shoulder. You grab one of his idle hands and nod. You wish you could remain here forever, locked in this moment with him; it’s unfortunate that you have to leave. Mentally, you snap a photo of this moment.

“Let’s go.”

[eosphoria]

In retrospective, bkdk as a ship is so funny and fucked at the same time cuz

Outloud? They only say things like "he chill" "he my childhood friend"

Inside their minds with their little stupid thoughts "bro I still remember that shit that happened between us when we were 5 and I have so many feelings, thoughts, introspection, that have made me who I am today and I am indebted in such a way that he could never understand-"

And on actions that the other most probably will never know about "oh yeah I guess I did spend 8 YEARS WORTH OF TIME AND SALARY for him to go back to his dream so I could keep chasing him, cuz he's my idea of a hero you know, and I only cared for the rankings when that dude was around. And yes I did unlock many quirks due to being triggered because someway somehow I really care about that dude in ways no one comprehends cuz he chill haha"

Then they go back to speaking outloud "he chill" "he my childhood friend"

[dekustowel]

[chapter 09: the one with the heart to heart

synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year’s hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan’s most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it’s a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn’t matter at all, right? it’s a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less

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FUN FACT: Katsu bought his 4th home directly next to his mom and dad’s place. The reason he never told anyone it was there was because he didn’t want anyone to know he still wanted to be close his parents. :’)

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thank you so much for reading! :)

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[berryvioo]

I THINK I’m gonna start writing… I have a lot of ideas tho not the method so if anybody has good suggestions from where I can learn ( either web sites or videos ) let me know pleasee , thanks <3

[acanthus-literary]

[sugawara--san]

new challenge where they show pictures of deku aged literally anywhere between 5 and 25 and try to guess how old he is there

[writteninsunflowers]

Another Crappy Day 🌶️

A deep growl rumbles in Katsuki’s chest as he picks up his keys for the third time, huffing when he finally slides the key into its slot. He kicks his shoes off angrily, throwing his keys in the nearby bowl, and drops his gym bag haphazardly on the floor. He’ll clean up everything at a later time, currently, he is focused on finding his girlfriend.

To say the least, Katsuki had a shitty day. Anything shitty that could have possibly happened had definitely happened. He damaged yet another set of gauntlets on patrol with Shouto while trying and failing to apprehend a villain. How the fucker was able to blow up his gauntlets had him stumped and he is the one with the Explosion quirk. Late that afternoon while assisting some of the other heroes in a nearby city, he was stuck with a baby whose parents had been trapped under some rubble of a damaged building. Contrary to how the media paints Katsuki as a hero with an explosive temper, he did like children and wouldn’t mind having a few brats of his own someday. This child in particular was one of the cutest chonky-legged babies that he’d ever seen and immediately volunteered himself to babysit while his parents were being examined by the medical team. The child gave him no trouble, giggling and drooling with the cutest gum-filled smiles. The trouble appeared once it was time to change his diaper. Truthfully, Katsuki had no experience in diaper changing, but Katsuki Bakugo never backed down from a challenge.

It couldn’t be that hard, right?

Well…nobody had informed him the proper way to change a diaper was to not remove the used diaper until you were sure that the child was finished releasing their bowels or bladder. Katsuki had only turned away for a second to grab a fresh diaper from the Medivan, only to turn and have his chest covered in warm baby urine. Thank All Might for his quick reflexes or it would have been his face too. Then to make matters worse, he wasn’t allowed to leave the scene to shower until he assisted with cleanup. For the next four hours, with growls and mumbled curses, Katsuki had to walk around smelling like a hot, wet diaper. When he was finally free to go shower and burn his uniform, he scrubbed himself until he felt clean, his skin red and raw, got dressed and headed to his desk to complete his paperwork. Once he had somewhat calmed down, just happy to be going home, he sees an instant replay of him getting peed on being broadcasted on every damn screen he passed.

You don’t hear Katsuki enter the apartment, too focused on cooking dinner and completing your weekly hero reports. You turn the rice cooker off just as Katsuki trudges toward you, lifting you from the floor and kisses you hungrily. You instantly melt into the kiss, your hands fisting his shirt. He pulls away, letting you down to give you a moment to breathe while he tugs your shirts from your bodies, tossing them to the floor.

“K-Katsu, w- “

“Don’t wanna talk…,” he mumbles into your neck between bites.

“Bu…”

“All I need you to do is shut up, take this dick and we’ll deal w’the consequences later.”

You nod your head wordlessly, biting your bottom lip, pupils blown. Big hands tug your shorts down, grateful that you weren’t wearing panties. Fingers dig into thick hips as he wraps your legs around his waist and walks you to the nearest wall, instantly pressing inside, twin moans kissed into each other’s mouths.  Katsuki didn’t move immediately, choosing to first suck hickies into your exposed neck and breasts. He feels the cool band of the ring he’d gifted you against his neck, sending a shiver to travel down his spine. Katsuki circles his hips slowly, then snaps them forward with a groan as you twitch and squeeze around him. “Shiiit…,” he groans as his pace increases, hissing as nails drag down his back which he retaliates with a nip to your earlobe, chuckling low and breathless at the squeal you release.

What a way to end such a crappy day.

Katsuki smirks, knowing that you’d assuredly receive another noise complaint from your neighbors, not that he gave a fuck at the moment. Usually, you are the responsible one in the relationship, having to remind Katsuki of the noise ordinance when he was on the phone with his mother during their monthly yelling matches or on game nights with friends. Today though, you’re the loudest, filling your shared apartment with squeals and moans and he couldn’t wait to tease you about it.

“Fuck K-Katsu!”

“Mhm, fuck yea, take this dick,” he pants breathlessly, his hands moving under your knees to spread your thighs wider. Katsuki leans to bite your bottom lip, chuckling as your eyes roll back when he strokes deeper. “Hold on tight,” he warns, allowing you a moment to wrap your arms tight around his neck. He pulls out, hands gripping your thighs, then drops you down, slamming his dick directly into your g-spot. Dazed carmine eyes darken at the stuttered moan of his name, responding with labored curses and growls of his own, steadily fucking into your dripping pussy.  He watches your mouth form into a small “o” as he penetrates deeper and deeper with each bounce. Your eyebrows furrow with a bite of your lip to silence yourself, finally realizing how loud you are. “Uh Uh…let it out.”  He smiles at the jittery whine that escapes when he presses you into the wall. Katsuki loved moments like this when he could come home and ease his mind after a long day. Some days you’d order take-out and watch a movie or pick a simple dish to cook together, which always led to both of you slow-dancing and singing to each other. There were also days like today when barely any words were needed, only grunts, moans, and mumbling.

You lean forward to nibble on Katsuki’s lip, moaning as your tongues tangle together. “Hngh fu-fuck, y’feel so good.” Hot hands clutch your thighs, guiding them to keep the rhythm. Your fingers grip the sweat-moistened hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging him into a breathy kiss. A whine of ecstasy escapes as your walls throb, clutching tight around the thick girth that feels like it’s now in your chest.  “B-baby, ah f-fu…th-there…gonna cum.” The man curses with a hiss as you’ve somehow gotten tighter and wetter around him. He drops one of your legs, the other still hooked over his arm.

“I feel it baby…give it t’me. Cum for me.” He groans low and breathless as his eyes travel down your glistening frame, his free hand now rubbing your swollen clit. “Come on babe, cum on this dick,” he commands with a smack to your clit. “I can tell you’re gettin' close…drippin’ all over me. C’mon, wanna feel it.” Katsuki’s legs shake from overexertion and strain, hips still rotating. His legs could give out and he would keep stroking. He refused to stop until you came at least once for him. He feels you tug him into a sloppy kiss, all spit and tongue. Your spongy walls tremor around his length, followed by a gush of warm sticky liquid cascading down his dick and balls. He pulls away from the kiss, watching as your mouth drops open in a silent scream. He loves to watch you cum, your face contorted in bliss, kiss swollen lips releasing jumbled words as you wheeze, your orgasm shaking your entire being. Katsuki’s eyes roll back as you cum, an elongated curse forced from him as he presses himself deeper. His forehead is pressed into your shoulder as he shoots a load of hot cum into you. He trembles at your moans of “fill me up”, his dick continually shooting thick strings of cum deep in your walls.

You both slide to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, the man still seated deep inside of you. You slide your fingers through his hair soothingly, silently catching your breath. Eventually, you’re standing on shaky legs, walking shakily to the bathroom to shower and redress. You return to the kitchen together to reheat dinner and eat in comfortable silence. “Katsu how was your day,” you inquire, breaking the silence. Katsuki chuffs and places a kiss to your forehead. “Shitty until I saw you, he responds with a small smile. “Just like any other day.”