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A short but cute fic!

Autograph || agedup!husband!katsuki x wife!gn!reader

“can i get your autograph?” you said while your husband, katsuki is sitting on his desk working on some documents.

“what for?” katsuki looked at you. you put a paper in his desk. “you want my autograph on a contract?” he turns off his computer.

“yes.”

“this is a marriage contract.”

“i know.”

“we're already married.”

“yes.”

“but why?”

“dont you wanna get married again?”

“well... is there a honeymoon after the marriage?” he smirked at you.

“mhm.” you nodded with a soft smile.

he chukles to himself. “aight... gonna need a better ring on you.” katsuki takes your hand and kissed your knuckles.

you blushed, “eh? katsuki, i was just joking-”

“well, i decided i want one.”

Somehow this is so cuteeeee

bakugou katsuki x reader

it wasn't his problem if his colleagues didn't understand the significance of him being your husband

wc; 480

notes; kissing, a bit suggestive, aged up!bakugou

once the mission debrief ended, bakugou was patting down his body until he found his phone in a rear pocket. he wiped away the dirt and black soot caked into the crevices of his thumbprint before unlocking the screen, your chat thread with him the first to pop up and the only one he responded to, muscular legs carrying him in long strides towards the door.

"hey! hey! bakugou, where ya going?" kirishima's shout dwarfed the other voices within the room, bringing all attention between them. "we're gonna go out for drinks, you're coming too, right?"

"not interested," he replied, eyes flicking away from the screen only to snap back when your chat bubble emitted a silvery peal. "just go without me."

"ah, c'mon, man!" this complaint came from kaminari, hands on his hips with a sore expression. "don't be a buzzkill! tonight was a major success, we gotta celebrate!"

bakugou pocketed the phone, a hand already holding the door ajar as he moved through the threshold. "you guys don't get it. I'm married."

it was a collective stare of bewilderment, their eyes all saying, "so what?"

his shoulders lifted, an outstretched arm pulling the door after him, leaving his departing comment to drift within: "sucks to be you guys."

he arrived home no less than thirty minutes later. his uniform was packed neatly in his backpack, the loose t-shirt and joggers on his body let cool air nip at his skin. at his sides were bags of takeout--

your favorite, to be specific.

"i'm back." he called from the entrance, nudging his shoes aside with the others. "where ya at?"

the television hummed with noise in the other room, and he found you there on the couch with a glass of wine, a fuzzy robe wrapped around your body with a split in the center showing most of your thighs.

"katsuki! you're home!" your face lifted, eyes gleaming with your arms outstretched, inviting him in. the takeout landed on the coffee table with a dull sound, rattling the glass top. it went ignored when he launched himself onto the couch, on top of you, nestling his body between your legs.

the conversation stifled then and there, going no further than your excitable chatter that he smothered with a searing kiss. you would still catch acrid whiffs of ash, the earthiness of dirt in your nose, but his feverish movements were a good enough distraction.

his lips were rough, but hot and smoothed against your own perfectly. each kiss lasted longer than the last, pushed harder and harder until your teeth clinked together and the spread of his fingers caressed the back of your head.

"I'm home." he said, raspy, low, somehow saccharine. the only words he said to you for a long while that night.

divider; saradika

edit: fixed error