Happy Birthday Bakugo!
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She's Still Working On It

He leans back and lets his hands glide over the planes of her sides. He moves from her bare hip up to her ribs. She was so unbelievably soft.

His fingers traced over her many now healed scars and he feels the full weight of her head drop into his clavicle.
There’s an orange glow from the window. They hadn’t bothered to turn the light on.

The evening’s sun burns into the walls and ripples in brokenly as the sound of sloshing water filled the room.
“Katsuki,” she moans, “Are you sure this is okay? I’m supposed to be relaxing you.”

He drops a kiss into her shoulder, eyes trained on the rise and fall of her half submerged breasts. “Who says I’m not relaxed?”
She sighs, “I’m supposed to be pitching a tent by now. You’re supposed to be all hot and sweaty from the climb, and making me dinner.”

He smirks, “You can try to surprise me with a mountain hike next year.” His hands snake up to cup her breasts, “They’re so heavy.” He murmurs.
“Yeah well, it’s all a part of the package.” She retorts.

“I can’t remember the last time I got to touch you like this.” He says quietly, his thumb brushing against her nipple.
Her eyebrows come together and she suddenly winces at the feel hissing loudly, “Ow.”
He immediately lets go, “Fuck, sorry Angel.”

“I hate being so danmed sensitive.” She growls.
He chuckles, gliding his hand down again.
She swallows and says quietly, “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.”
“You did not ruin my birthday. I’m having a great time.” He says finding her hand and giving it a squeeze.

“This is your first real day off in almost two years and I had to go and ruin all our plans,” she pouts.
“Hey,” he grabs her chin and tugs her face up to look at him, “What’s ruining my birthday is your shitty attitude.” He grunts.

She glares up at him, cheeks flushed from the heat. “Jerk.” She huffs, settling back into his chest.
“Tch,” he laces their fingers together, careful of her pinkies, “it’s my birthday and you’re calling me a jerk.”
“It’s cause you’re being a jerk.” She mumbles.

He squeezes their hands, “Nothing I do is gonna make you happy today huh?”
“Its your birthday,” she whines again, “I’m supposed to make you happy. I’m not supposed to be stressing you out like I did.”

“I’m glad none of your plans worked out. What would have happened if we were halfway up that fucking mountain? We would have been so far away from a danmed hospital. It could have been so much worse then what it was.”

He wraps his arms around her, nuzzling his nose into her neck. “Quit worrying, I don’t want you to get stressed out even more than you already are.”
“Is that why you suggested this bath?” She asks.

He stills for a moment before bending down to place a hot open mouth kiss to a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.
“Ngh, Katsuki,” she gasps.

He trails his kisses down to her shoulder, “Maybe,” he sits up bringing her out of the water to kiss the back of her neck, “I wanted,” one of his hands travel down to her thighs, “to get my wife,”

his other hand gropes her breast, “wet and naked,” he sucks on her skin, “maybe I want you all to myself.”
She moans as her response.

“Is it okay if I leave marks?” he breathes the question into her ear.
She shudders, “Its n-not like I-I’m going anywhere.”

He sighs dropping is head into her shoulder, “Okay I’ve had enough of this, lean back for me.”
“What are you doing?” She does what he asks, her upper body submerging into the scented water once more.

He reaches behind her for his cell phone.
She completely confused. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
His hands come back to lie on her stomach, “I want you to take a picture of us.”
“Um, Katsuki, we are naked.” She says bluntly.

“Just of this.” He says, smoothing his hands over her, “trust me.”
She thinks she gets it. She leans back and angles the camera, taking a few shots.
“Yeah, that’s a good one.” He says over her shoulder.

“What do you plan on doing with these?” she asks as she places the device back on the counter.
“I’m gonna post one to my instragram.”
She quickly whips around, sending water splashing over the rim, “You want to do WHAT?”

He grins wolfishly.
“You can’t.” she scathes.
“Its my birthday. I think I can do whatever the hell I want.”
“You really want to do it like this?”

“You really want to keep this under wraps for another four weeks? Who knows when those PR bastards are going to present us with a plan?”

He cups her face, “This is stressing you out more than anything. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to hide this from everyone anymore.”
“Okay.” She says simply, tears filling her eyes.

“Okay?” he asks hesitantly, he brushes her tears away; he’s really hoping these were good tears, he can never tell anymore.
She smiles and nods, “It’s okay.” She leans in to capture his lips, sliding her hands up and into his hair.
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He holds her close, generating enough heat on his hands to knead her lower back.
“Ah, ngh, oh,” she reacts beautifully he thinks and gently pushes her off his lap, lips still tangled with hers.

He moans into her, pulling away for air. “You think you can lean over on your knees for me?” he asks with an octave he knew when straight to her core.
She bites her lip and nods with lust clouded eyes, “Mmhm, if that’s what you want.”

He licks his lips and nods.
She lets him go to turn, shivering slightly, the water now lukewarm and half full in the tub. Eight fingers latch onto the rim and she rests her knees against the wall of the bath.

She feels his heat at her backside when he settles behind her. He brings a hand down to stroke her slit, finding it much hotter than the temperature of the tub. He breaks away from her panting hard, fingers slipping inside her.

She moans loudly, the sound reverberating in the tiles and going straight to his dick. She rocks her hips against them forcing his fingers to curl up and into her.

He rocks his hips, his hardness grazing the crack in her ass as she grinds herself against him. “Fuck Ochako. I love it when you get all needy for me like this.”

He sits up, pulling his fingers from her. He commands her with his deep voice, “Make sure you have a good grip on the tub.”
“Ah, fuck, Katsuki.” She preens as he settles behind her, one of his hands latch onto her swollen breast, the other guiding his cock through her slick.

“Say my name Ochako, let me hear your pretty little cries for me.” He breathes into her ear, teasing her opening by slipping his head through her hot folds, up to where her clit is. He smears his head over her clit, loving the way she rocks into it.

“Oh, Katsuki, oh, fuck, please.” She whimpers, gasping in between her noises.
He grins and kisses down her back, gently applying pressure to her nipple. “You’re so fucking gorgeous bent over for me like this.” He guided his head to her clit again.

It was swollen and soft against him, a combination of his precum and the water squelching against them edging him on.
She gasps loudly and moans, “Please, please.” She demands brokenly gasping for air, “Katsuki, fuck, fuck me.”

“Anything for you Angel.” He leans in and thrusts into her quickly, sheathing himself completely with a moan.
He holds down her hip and thrusts in and out of her, savouring her cries. He bites down her neck, and quickens his pace as she moans his praises.

“Oh, fuck, Kastuki.” She babbles as she pushes back on him, trying to meet him as he fucked.
He sits back up and bucks into her with a fervor, “Ah, yes, Angel,” he gets a fist full of her wet hair and pulls sharply, earning a delicious scream from her, “good girl.”

He praises her, yanking again as she circled her hips.
His fingers find their way to her juicy clit, his index and middle fingers glide in between it to trap it. He wiggles them, and it slips from his fingers. He grunts bucking into her faster.

“Touch me,” she moans, “please, Katsuki touch me.”
He groans and traps her swollen bud with his index and ring finger, using the middle to rub fast circles into it, just the way she liked.
She screams, clenching hard around him.

“H-ho-hold me,” she chokes out, and he recognizes that he has to use both hands to hold her hips to him.
“Fuck, Ochako,” he hisses; he knows in the back of his mind that he’s going to bruise her hips like this.

Her gravity left her as she came undone, her head thrown over his shoulder as her back arches, screaming her husband’s name with a reckless abandon.
One arm moves up to hold her neck, pulling her to him as she screams.

It doesn’t take him very long to follow her, flexing his hold around her throat. Her arms curl around his wrist, squeezing tight as he fills her with his release.
They’re a mess of limp limbs and shallow breaths. He can feel her heart racing over his forearm.

“Ochako,” he says hoarsely, his grip firm on her throat, “You have to let go, Angel.”

She’s panting heavily; head lolled back onto his shoulder, “I just,” she breathes, he feels her lungs fill and release, “I need to calm down.” She says in between breaths, her grip on his arm had yet to falter.

He chuckles darkly, “I didn’t even get that rough with you.” He muses, pulling out of her with an iron grip on her hips. She is light as air.
“You have yourself to blame for that.” She smirks.

She let go of his arm to bring her fingers together. “Release,” she murmurs, “I want to get out of this water.” She says with a shiver.

“C’mon let's clean you up.” He says pulling the drain and standing her up.
She reached over for the shower knobs and relishes against him as the rain of clean water fell on her.

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A few hours later she wakes up to Katsuki’s favourite playlist and the sounds of a knife cutting up her dinner. There’s a lingering scent of burnt sugar around her and she sighs.

She had every intention this morning to surprise him with a drive to his favourite smaller mountain. Her car was still packed with the camping supplies she fought Deku and Shoto into packing for her last night.

It was just right. The weather had been warmer than usual for April. The hike she’s done hundreds of times with him before, and she knew she wouldn’t be pushing herself too much on it.

It was away from the public, the city, cell service and it was outside. She missed being outside.
All was going according to plan.

She’d surprised him with his favourite breakfast drenched in hot sauce, followed by her presents of brand new hiking boots, camping cookware and new heavy duty tarps.
She told him that they were going hiking and camping.

She’d been cleared by her doctor and all they had to do was get dressed to leave.
Everything was going according to plan.
He was so excited.
It was perfect.
And then she went to pee for the fourth time that morning and fainted.

He promptly called her doctor over, grateful that their doctor provided home services. Most Pro Heroes had one to help maintain privacy.
The doctor came and to their relief, everything was okay but the hike was most definitely off.

She needed rest and to not strain her body too much. She had only bled a little bit, but it was enough to scare both her and Katsuki.

She looked over to her dresser. She grabbed her phone when she noticed a flashing notification light.
She avoided her phone for the better part of the day. Both of her mothers hounded her enough this morning.

Shoto, Ei, and Tenya all called her to see if she was okay. She cursed her husband’s big mouth for that.
She prepared herself to respond to her small circle of very concerned friends.

She was not expecting the notifications on her instgram account. There were well over five thousand and counting.
She tried to open the app but it kept crashing every time.
Huffing she opened her internet browser and typed in her hero name.

The top five articles that popped up were all about Ground Zero breaking the record for the most likes in a few hours. It had so many interactions the app started to bug out.

She rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t be the first time he or any of her friends had done that throughout the years.
She scrolled through and her breath hitched as she saw the screen cap of the post in question.

It was the photo she’d taken a few hours ago. He’d used some sort of editing app to alter the colours and lighting but it was the same photo.

It was very soft and intimate, terms that definitely did not meld with Ground Zero’s brand, but that’s probably why it blew up the way it did.

There were beads of water rolling down his wrists and you could see the defining shadow of his fingers as they held her very small but obvious baby bump, bathed in almost a golden light.

The caption was simple. And she found herself full of tears, grinning stupidly.

‘She got me the best present, even if she’s still working on it.’
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