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“I’m home,” Katsuki called out gruffly, toeing off his sneakers by the door and sliding on his house slippers.
“Welcome back, Babe,”
Katsuki turned to greet Camie, his gaze widening at the sight before him, his gym bag dropping to the floor with an unceremonious thud to join his jaw.
Camie stood wearing one of his older t-shirts with a simplified skull graphic on it as well as a pair of her lounge shorts. Camie had very quickly snagged herself a few of Katsuki’s shirts when they had first gotten married, and it had only gotten worse over the past few years. While most men would be turned on by their woman wearing something that consisted of less material, Katsuki was the opposite. He would never admit it out loud, but nothing made him more hot and bothered than seeing his wife sporting one of his shirts whether it was an older one or a style he had just purchased yesterday. He could be a very possessive man, so to see his wife in a shirt that branded her as his, it was almost as if she was proudly stating the claim he had on her.
In a way, Camie was giving her husband a boost to his love language and it gave him a thrill to know that his wife knew what he needed.
Katsuki moved so quickly, Camie almost couldn’t track his movements. His hands landed on her hips with such force and pulled her into him, his lips crashing down on hers and forcing a moan out of her from the pressure of it. He clung to her with ferocity, his calloused hands skimming under the hem of his shirt to feel the soft skin of her back and stomach, groaning in satisfaction as he did so. He breathed in her scent of vanilla and jasmine, kissing her neck and releasing her beautiful aroma even more while Camie dug her nails into her husband’s spiky mane, moaning as his burnt caramel smell from being at the gym invaded her nostrils.
“Kats,” she said breathily, Katsuki continuing to plant kisses to her neck while his hands roamed her back underneath his favorite shirt. He could feel her hand move from his hair to trail down his back and to end up at the hem of his sweaty gym tank top, her nails scratching his back slightly as she tried to get her fingers under the damp fabric. He removed his hands from her with a great deal of effort in order to strip off his tank top in one swift motion, the piece of clothing landing somewhere behind them as he threw it. In an instant his hands were back on her, moving his shirt higher up to feel her smooth stomach, his fingers just shy of the band of her bra. Meanwhile, Camie began mapping out his now bare chest, her fingers dipping into every crevice of his powerful physique - that had taken years to perfect mind you - and enjoying the feeling of the ropes of lean muscle so much it made her weak in the knees. Her fingers roamed constantly across his pecs and down his abs, spreading the sweat that had started to build up again from Camie’s current attentions; and they hadn’t even made it out of the living room yet.
Katsuki was starting to get frustrated, his mind fuzzy and distracted from exploring his wife’s body with his own hands because she was distracting him with her hands nimbly stimulating his senses through her ministrations.
Camie could tell he was starting to feel more annoyed when he began to bite hard at her ear, so she lifted her arms to assist Katsuki with the removal of the shirt from her frame which he gladly helped with, smirking at her as he did so. He groaned, laying his head against her shoulder when he saw her sports bra, Camie giggling slightly at the desperate sound she could feel reverberating deep in his chest.
“Why do you torture me like this woman?” He yelled, his words slightly muffled by having his face burried in her shoulder.
“Like what Kats?” She asked with faux innocence.
Katsuki breathed in deeply, her lovely scent almost permeating into his brain when he had a realization. Maybe she had worn a sports bra instead of one that was easier to remove because she was trying to tell him something. Something that words could not express well enough. She wasn’t ready yet to begin their physical activities again. Even though she was dressed in the most attractive way possible to the man, she could still be struggling and rightly so.
Katsuki knew that losing Himari had been a huge blow to both of them, but for Camie the feeling was slightly more raw because Himari had once been part of her. He didn’t want to pressure her into something that he craved but she may still be sensitive about. So he decided not to push the issue, instead choosing the safe route. The one that would protect her, even if it ripped his heart out to do so.
“I should probably take a shower. I’m still gross from the gym,” he said, abruptly pulling away from Camie enough that she couldn’t stop him physically. She reached out for him anyway, calling out his name but he skillfully avoided her. He bent to retrieve his discarded tank and Camie had to bite her lip because those back muscles. They were doing something to her and yet she couldn’t act upon her feelings, not while her husband was in so much psychological pain.
Katsuki trudged to the bathroom, numbly turning on the water to the hottest setting, hoping that maybe he could burn away all these feelings. He stepped out of his remaining clothes and got under the boiling spray, appreciating the searing feeling against his skin. He let the water pour over him, the hot rivulets trailing down his body and helping to curb some of the pain he was feeling deep in his chest under his skin.
He leaned his arms against the shower wall so his back muscles could get a decent amount of the water and reached out for his shampoo. He squeezed out more than his normally thrifty brain would typically allow but he couldn’t care less at this point, his fingers lathering the gel through his spiky hair with a lack of care.
His wife wasn’t ready yet, he had to remind himself. It had nothing to do with her not wanting him, he was certain about that. He wasn’t the cause of her discomfort or uncertainty, he was just the recipient of her confused feelings. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell.
Once the suds had washed down the drain and he felt slightly better, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy grey towel around his waist. He cursed under his breath when he realized that in his distraught state he hadn’t thought to grab any clean clothes. He brought his hand to the door knob, mentally preparing himself to brave the colder hallway, when he saw that the chair next to the linen closet was no longer empty. It held a clean pair of boxers, a t-shirt, and a pair of army green pajama pants. When had she come into the bathroom to drop these off? He hadn’t heard her enter or leave.
Even with his withdrawn and aloof behavior, she still cared enough about him to bring him a change of clothes. It made Katsuki’s heart swell with emotion knowing that she cared enough to do something so mundane for him.
He fingered the fabric of the shirt that simply had the word, “Die!” Written in English over a faded orange letter “X”. He brushed his fingers over the word and chuckled slightly. This had been part of the line for his first product launch in the United States and Canada and while he had been more than psyched for it, Camie was ten times more excited than he had been. He rembered fondly what she had said to him when they had seen the first few designs in person.
“Babe! This line is legit fire! We should totes snag some pieces for ourselves!” Camie said, holding up a pair of black cargo pants that looked like the ones he wore for his hero costume but less durable and minus the knee pads. They even had green straps attached like his own. The design team had been very thurough.
Katsuki opened another box to find shirts with a giant off center grenade on them. Camie was right. These were fire.
“We can’t just take stuff, idiot!” He replied, pulling out a box with orange and black sneakers.
“Babe! Those kicks are lit! You should get a pair! They’d totes bring out your eyes!” Camie said, suddenly appearing beside him.
Katsuki turned to her, only to find that she had donned another one of the shirts, a grey one that had the word “Die!” In front of a brush stroke letter “X” to stand in as an artistic take on his hero costume.
“What the hell woman? Now I have to pay for that!” Katsuki yelled at her, hands on his hips.
Camie waved a dismissive hand at him. “No need for that! I still have my own shirt on underneath Babe,” as if to prove her point, she lifted the hem of his merchandise shirt to show the aqua fabric of her’s underneath. “See? Don’t be salty ‘bout it,”
Katsuki’s reflexes were too fast for his own good as he pulled the hem of his merch shirt down to cover the fabric underneath it, his face blushing furiously even though nothing had been revealed. “Don’t go flashing your chicken-white midriff around! No one wants to see that!”
”No one but you,” she replied cheekily, wagging her eyebrows at her husband’s embarrassed state. “Chill Bae! Just messin with ya, fr,”
“No one wants your pre-worn junk!” He said, digging through his wallet for the correct amount and shoving it in the hands of a nearby merchandiser. “Here! My wife was being an airhead!” He nailed her with a glare the Camie completely ignored.
“Why’d you pick such a big size? You look like you’re drowning in it!” Katsuki complained, the pair turning to look at a box filled with notebooks.
“Duh! So we can share Babe!” She replied cheerfully, clutching to his arm as she pulled out a pen with a chibi version of her husband on the top.
“You’re totes adorbs Katsuki!” She giggled, touching the spiky hair of the pen topper.
A small smile made its way across Katsuki’s face as he watched Camie enjoy his adorable miniature likeness. He made sure no one was watching them before he wrapped an arm around her waist and planted a firm kiss to her lips. It lasted for only a moment, but it left Camie breathless and blushing. Her husband did not like PDA so when he initiated it, it made Camie’s heart flutter with admiration and affection for her man.
“You’re gonna have to live up to your part of the bargain Cams and share that shirt,” he told her, his hand still resting on her waist.
“But what if I don’t wanna? It’s totes giving ‘wife of Dynamight’ vibes,”
“But I paid for it!” Katsuki gritted out.
“Aww! You shouldn’t have!” She replied, patting his cheek sweetly.
A ferocious blush rose up his neck and his ears, Katsuki trying to force it down, but to no avail. Camie got on his nerves, but she was also too cute for her own good.
“Maybe next time, I won’t,” he said, pulling her closer and glaring down at her with his scarlet eyes. He grinned triumphantly when he saw his wife’s skin break out in a crimson blush to rival his own.
“You’re such a dilinquent,” she muttered, threading her fingers up into his spiky hair. “But you’re my dilinquent,” She punctuated her words with a kiss to the corner of his stupidly smirking lips, his reply almost instantaneous.
“Damn straight,”
Katsuki’s fingers brushed over the orange on the shirt again before a shiver down his spine and reminded him that he was currently only clad in a towel. He quickly put on the boxers and the pants, deliberating about if he should put the shirt on or not but in the end he threw it on so he didn’t end up catching a chill from the temperature change that would occur from him leaving the steamy bathroom.
He hung his towel and tidied up the bathroom before he left it, traveling to the bedroom only to find it empty.
“Cams?” He called out, a little hesitant about doing so.
“In here, Babe” she called from the living room. He trudged into the room, hands in his pockets as his bare feet padded across the hard wood.
He froze in the doorway when his eyes landed on his wife relaxing on the couch, engrossed in a fashion magazine of some kind that she had begged to get a subscription for. She was over the moon when it suddenly appeared in their mailbox one day and Katsuki had brushed it off as a mistake by the postal system. She had missed the huge grin on his face when she had been gushing over the cutest skirt she had ever seen.
Camie currently had dressed herself in a different shirt than she had been wearing before. In fact it was one of her shirts and it sent a stone to bottom of Katsuki’s stomach to see her not wearing his skull shirt again.
“Where’s the other shirt?” Katsuki asked, legitimately curious.
“Oh! Hey Babe! I put it in the laundry with your workout clothes. They were totes ripe!” She replied with a smile but he noticed that it didn’t reach her brown eyes.
Katsuki approached the sofa and sat on the opposite side, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“Thanks for taking care of that. And thanks for the clean clothes. You didn’t have to do that,”
“Course I did silly! What kinda tradwife would I be if I didn’t take care of my man!” She replied warmly.
The silence settled between them and it was far from comfortable. In fact, Katsuki felt like squirming in his seat just to make the room feel less stifling.
“Camie,” he said softly, shattering the quiet like a plate.
She hummed in response, turning a page in her magazine.
“Camie,” he spoke slightly louder, his hand landing on her bare knee. Camie startled and the contact and Katsuki winced at her knee-jerk reaction.
“We need to talk,” he said softly.
Camie turned to him with fearful eyes, tears starting to appear in the amber pools. “No, no Katsuki! We - we can work this out! I know we can!” She replied frantically, throwing her magazine at the coffee table and missing completely so it tumbled to the ground in a flourish of glossy pages. She grabbed for the hand on her knee and held onto it with a vise-like grip with both her hands.
“What are you talking about?” Katsuki asked, utterly confused. He thought she was upset with himbecause he had read into her actions as if she wanted to have sex with him. Did that mean she thought he was upset with her?
“I don’t want you to leave Katsuki, please,” she said breathlessly, the tears starting to pour down her face.
“Wha - are you high or something?” He questioned, even more befuddled.
“No!” Camie shook her head adamantly. “I know you’re not satisfied in this marriage but please Kats, please! Don’t leave me! I love you so much,”
Katsuki was dumbfounded to say the least. Leave her? Why would he ever leave her? He loved her!
“Y-you do?”
Oh no. Had he said that out loud? Katsuki sighed, nodding his head as he grabbed her hand with his own.
“Even after everything I did, everything that happened? You still love me?”
“Camie,” Katsuki began, placing his calloused hand on her soft cheek and rubbing his thumb over the smooth skin. “None of that was your fault. Himari didn’t die because of anything that you did or didn’t do, so stop blaming yourself,”
He touched his forehead to hers, breaking his other hand free from her grip to bring it to her other wet cheek. “We could lose everything and I would still consider myself the luckiest man alive because I have you. I will always love you,”
A fresh wave of tears broke out from Camie, Katsuki feeling his own tears starting to fall also. They sat for a minute before they began to dry their tears, each smiling a little brighter afterword.
“You know, I do have some opinions about this shirt of your’s” he said, his fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Oh? What’s wrong with this one?” She asked, looking down at the lilac colored fabric.
“I think you should be wearing a different one,” he said, peppering her neck with kisses and dragging a moan out of her.
“Which one do you recommend, Babe?” She asked cheekily.
Katsuki smirked at her before he leaned back on his haunches and pulled his shirt over his head. A serious blush bloomed across her cheeks as she saw the glorious planes of her husband’s chest for the second time that day. He held onto his shirt with one hand and reached for her’s with his other one, but she beat him to it. She tossed the purple fabric behind the back of the couch just to have Katsuki replace it merely as quickly by sliding his own top over her head. She hastily shoved her arms through the sleeves only to be accosted by Katsuki’s mouth a moment later.
“Kats,” Camie stated breathily, running her hands up to his shoulder blades and reveling in the feeling of the unbridled strength she found there. Her nails scratched at the back of his head as he latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to bruise but licking it quickly afterward to help dull the pleasurable pain. Katsuki’s hands meandered from her hips down further to grasp at the skin just sitting underneath the shirt. Camie laughed breathlessly as he walked his fingers up until they were again beneath her bra.
Katsuki pulled away from her once more but Camie didn’t allow him to retreat this time. “No, Katsuki, please,” she pleaded, combing through his sweaty platinum hair. “Don’t stop again,”
“I just don’t want to force you if you’re not ready, Cams,” Katsuki shuddered out, his hands fisting in the fabric of her shirt. “I know that when you wear a sports bra you typically don’t really feel like sex,”
“I-“ Camie took in a deep, shaky breath to steady her voice. “I just grabbed the first one that was available this morning. There doesn’t have to be a deeper reason behind the bra I choose, Kats,”
”But,”
“I’m ready Katsuki,” she interrupted him before he could get going again.
“What do you mean?”
Camie smiled warmly at his confused expression, stroking her fingers in his hair.
“I’m ready to try again,”
Katsuki’s eyes grew wide at her admission, his breathing slightly labored. “You still want to try to have a family? With me?” He asked, his voice uncharacteristically small. “Even though I might be the reason we lost Himari?”
“Kats,” she replied, placing a gentle hand on his cheek and making him look at her. “Neither one of us is to blame for Himari not making it. Perhaps the world wasn’t ready for someone as incredible as she would have been,”
Katsuki’s eyes were downcast at that, but Camie could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.
“There’s no one else I’d rather have a family with,” Camie whispered, placing her hands comfortingly on his cheeks. “I love you Katsuki Bakugou. And nothing will ever change that. You dig?”
Katsuki chuckled, tilting his head so he could kiss the palm of her hand. “I dig,” he replied.
Camie leaned forward awkwardly to try and capture her husband’s lips and it made him laugh even more. “C’mhere you,” he said, pulling her forward so she collapsed against him.
His hand trailed up her calf til he made it to her thigh, fingers playing with the leg of her shorts and making his wife blush prettily. Even after well over a year of no sexual activity between the two of them, he still had what it took to make her squirm in the most pleasant of ways.
Katsuki peppered kisses across every part of skin he could reach each one more fiery than the last. Camie’s fingers travelled south to massage at her husband’s trim hips, the digits getting dangerously near to the waist band of his sleep pants and making him groan against her shoulder. Soon they were in the same state of undress as earlier, Camie awfully close to kicking off her shorts in frustration.
“If you don’t take off those pants soon, I’ll do it myself!” She threatened causing Katsuki to laugh at his wife’s tone.
“I think I’d rather do that in the bedroom, Babe,”
Without any further warning, Katsuki picked her up, a surprised squeak escaping Camie’s lips as he carried her bridle style to their room. She wrapped her arms around his neck to make sure she didn’t take an anticlimactic fall. He would have dumped her on the bed and pounced on top of her in any other circumstance, but after all that they had gone through he felt that he needed to show Camie how much he loved her. How much he cherished her.
He laid her down on top of their black and gold bedspread in an almost reverent manner before he kissed her lips, this one much sweeter and deeper and less desperate and hungry. His crimson eyes looked deep into her amber ones when he pulled back to look at her, an insatiable desire in their vermillion depths. Katsuki kissed up her smooth stomach, a flutter in his chest at the thought that it might not be flat for much longer but rather swollen with the evidence of their lovemaking. That thought alone spurred him on to show his wife just how much he adored her.
They loved each other well into the night, pouring all of their adoration for each other into every kiss, every caress, every touch as if they were trying to make up for the time they had lost.
Katsuki collapsed against the bed, careful to avoid his wife’s heaving form. His bones had started to feel more like gelatin and less like the solid form they should be, so he decided to rest before his third wind - they had long ago passed the second one - kicked in.
Camie’s labored breathing drew Katsuki’s attention, his hands reaching out to brush her sweaty hair from her face. She played with the strands above Katsuki’s ear, a habit that she had formed after their first time on their wedding night. The gesture reminded Katsuki of just how much he had missed this. How much he had missed them.
“Ugh!” Camie complained as she felt the heat from their activities start to cool down to an unpleasant lukewarm temperature. She sniffed at her skin and scrunched up her nose at the odor. “We both smell like the laundry!”
Katsuki raised a platinum eyebrow at her comparison. “Ripe?”
“Yes! I wanna take a shower!” She said, moving slowly from off the disheveled mess of sheets, groaning as she did so.
Katsuki propped his head on his arm and looked at her with a fond expression on his face as he watched her try to untangle her leg from a sheet that seemed determined to hold on.
“You wanna lend a hand here Babe?” She asked frustratedly.
“Nah, I like watching you struggle,” came his sarcastic reply.
Camie nailed him with the hardest glare she could muster. He rolled his eyes and threw the sheets from his own legs to help his wife with her predicament. “Fine,” he muttered as he assisted Camie.
Camie kissed the corner of his mouth when he rose once she was free and she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards their bathroom.
Twenty five minutes later they were freshly washed and in clean pajamas, Katsuki heading to their bedroom while Camie cleaned up the bathroom. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later toweling off her hair to see that Katsuki was in the middle of changing out the sheets.
“Ya know, you’re a total snack when you do domestic stuff Kats,” she complimented him while she continued to dry her tawny locks.
Katsuki scoffed at her but the red on his ears didn’t go unnoticed by his wife. “Whatever,” he muttered, pulling back the top sheet and the comforter to get in on his side of the bed.
Camie crawled in beside him and moved into his open arms, her head settling beneath his chin as she nestled into their bed. Camie fell asleep surrounded by Katsuki’s warm embrace, one hand resting on her hip and the other on her still flat stomach. Even if a child didn’t come from their efforts this evening, they could always try again - and again - until they were successful.
Katsuki kissed the crown of Camie’s wet hair, smelling her jasmine and coconut shampoo. “I hope it’s another girl,” Katsuki whispered, unbeknownst to him that Camie wasn’t fully asleep.
If Camie was honest with herself, she secretly hoped it was a boy. A boy as strong and stubborn and determined as her husband. A boy who looked so much like him, people could never mistake him for being anything but a Bakugou.