hehehe sooo.. pro hero, husband! katsuki not being able to spend time with you took a toll on his agency, so someone said... you two needed to bone.
it had been weeks since katsuki had a proper night at home. pro hero work never let up but lately, it felt like it was eating himālate nights at the agency, barely any sleep, reports, patrols, meetings.
you understood. it was his job, his responsibility, but his stress showed in the way he snapped at people more often, his fuse shorter than usual.
and today? he was especially pissed.
the whole office refused to confront dynamight about it, until some dumbass sidekick, probably sick of his rage-fueled outbursts, muttered under his breath, ātch. man just needs to go home and bone his wife.ā
katsuki stopped mid-step, shoulders going rigid. his head turned slowly toward him, eyes burning like he was about to set the entire building on fire.
"the fuck did you just say?"
the sidekick, to his credit, had the audacity to look innocent. "i mean, youāre obviously tense, and i'm sure sheāsā"
he lunged at him. it took three other sidekicks to hold him back as he damn near flipped his desk over.
āYOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD! BONE?!ā katsuki roared, struggling against his coworkers like a wild animal. "say that shit again, i dare you! you think iām pissed ācause i aināt fucking my wife enough?!ā
the whole agency floor collectively held its breath.
the poor sidekick scrambled for an excuse. ān-no! i-i just meantāuh, stress relief! yeah! yāknow, intimacy is good forāā
katsuki grabbed a random clipboard and hurled it across him. he missed by a centimeter. āyou think i donāt wanna fuckin' go home to her?! huh?!ā
āi wanna go home so bad! i wanna see her, i wanna kiss her, i wanna lay on her tits and sleep for the whole fuckinā day,ā he ranted, voice cracking from pure frustration. āBUT NOOO! iām stuck here writing reports and dealing with dumbasses like you!ā
the office was dead silent.
it took a solid ten minutes for him to cool down, grumbling and seething as he rubbed his temples.
to you. to the way he missed your voice. to how fucking long it had been since he held you properly.
to the way he always found you asleep by the time he got home, curled up on his side of the bed, waiting for him.
⦠fuck. maybe the sidekick did have a point.
katsuki inhaled sharply. then, with wild determination, he grabbed his his stuff, and stormed toward the exit. the agency could handle itself for the night. he had better things to do.
āfuck this. i'm goin' home to my wife."
meanwhile, you had barely settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a quiet evening alone, when the front door slammed open. you jolted, turning toward the entrance just in time to see katsuki storming inālooking like a man on a mission.
ākatsuāā you barely got his name out before his mouth crashed onto yours, hot and urgent, like heād been starving for this. you gripped his shirt as he pulled you impossibly close, practically lifting you off the floor.
you gasped against his lips as his hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head as he deepened the kiss, pressing his body against yours.
strong hands cupped your face, rough but desperate. his lips were everywhereāyour cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the corner of your lipsālike he was making up for lost time.
and when he finally let you breathe, his forehead pressed against yours, panting slightly, his hands still gripping your waist like he was afraid youād disappear.
you were breathless, blinking up at him in shock. āwhat the hell?ā
katsuki exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against yours. āi missed you.ā
your brows furrowed. āyou left for work this morning.ā
āexactly,ā his lips brushed against yours again, softer this time. āshouldāve come home sooner.ā
it was then you realizedāhe was home way earlier than usual. normally, he'd get caught up in work, buried in reports or dealing with patrols, but tonightā¦
āwait, why are you home so early?ā you asked, still dazed.
katsuki huffed. his fingers slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly. ātch. dumbass sidekick at work said i just needed to fuck my wife to fix my attitude.ā
your jaw dropped. āexcuse me?ā
his lips brushed yours again, softer this time. āso i left early to prove āem right.ā
your face burned. ākatsuki!ā
but he was already leaning in again, smirking against your lips. ābetter get comfortable, sweets. iām makinā up for lost time.ā
and when katsuki stepped into the office that morning, something was⦠off.
for the first time in weeks, he didnāt stomp in with a permanent scowl, barking at everyone the second he crossed the threshold. his usual sharp glare was dulled, his shoulders werenāt tense as tense.
instead, katsuki looked, dare they say itārelaxed. his jaw wasnāt clenched, his brows werenāt furrowed, and the usual aggressive boom of his steps was noticeably tamer.
hell, the man even had a post-nut glow so obvious. skin clear, posture loose, and zero unnecessary shouting.
no explosions. no immediate death threats. no one getting yelled at for breathing too loud.
by the time he made it to his desk, his coworkers were already exchanging looks, whispering amongst themselves like theyād just seen a miracle.
"uhā¦" one of his sidekicks was the first to cautiously approach. āsir. you good?ā
katsuki just grunted, rolling his shoulders before cracking his neck. āfeelinā great, actually.ā
and thatās when it clicked. a murmur spread through the office as realization slammed into them.
āyou boned last night,ā he stated, like it was the discovery of the century.
katsuki just smirked, grabbing some files off his desk. āwhatās it to ya?ā
āholy shit, i forgot he could be normalāā
āi havenāt known peace in months.ā
āoh my god, mrs bakugo katsuki, if you can hear thisāthank you for your service!ā
someone started clapping.
then, the entire office cheered.
āā§āĖā§[ it's me, kia ! ]ā§Ėāā§ ļ½”ļ¾ā¢āź°į ā” ą»ź±āā¢ ļ½”ļ¾ āā§āĖā§[ more of katsuki ! ]ā§Ėāā§
āĖąæ kia's note Ėā i think y'all know where this is inspired from but js in case, its from a sitcom named brooklyn 99 where this girl tells her boss he needs to bone his husband lmaoš hope yall enjoyed!!