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“How much further?” Uraraka whined, forcing one foot in front of the other, her legs sore from having hiked the last four hours.
“Ten miles or so,” Bakugo answered a good 30-feet ahead of the group, his voice echoing down the mountainside.
“Awww,” she and Mina whined collectively.
“Let’s just camp here!” Mina suggested, stopping to drink water out of her water bottle.
“No,” Bakugo said, not stopping.
“Com’on babe!” Kirishima cheered. “You’re gonna love it!” He held out his hand to Mina, helping her navigate the rocky terrain.
“Float me,” Mina whined to Uraraka.
“I’m already floating half of the gear.”
“Carry me,” Mina then whined to Kirishina.
“Carrying the tents, babe,” he smiled.
“If you two hens don't stop your fucking bitching, we wont be make it there before dark,” Bakugo shouted down the mountain, clearly irritated.
“Fiiiiine,” Mina complained, her feet moving again.
“Means no fucking s’mores, Cheeks,” Bakugo added.
That was all Uraraka needed to hear to get her ass into gear.
She should have known the hike would be gruelingly long when she had agreed to go. It had been Bakugo’s discovery, a place he and Kirishima had found on one of Kiri’s self-titled bro-cations three years prior.
All four made it to the location Bakugo had mapped out just as the sun began to dip towards the horizon. Snow still speckled areas around the trees, flanking the clearing they had chosen to set up camp in.
Their campsite sat on the western face of the peak they had hiked, overlooking a vast landscape of snow capped mountains and lush green hills. Deep cuts of pines and firs separated passes and valleys from one another, all of it framing a valley that stretched as far as the eye could see.
It wasn't just the climb in altitude that took Uraraka’s breath way. The view was unparalleled; a view Bakugo had specifically chosen to share with her. Uraraka felt as though she were on top of the world.
“I thought of you the first time I saw this sunset,” Bakugo said low into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Really?” she asked, her palms on his forearms, leaning into him.
“Watch the colors,” he said, kissing at the nape of her neck.
The sun set further causing Uraraka to gasp as orange and pink tones painted the sky, beams of sunlight broken up by low clouds.
Bakugo had shown her picture after picture he and Kirishima had taken on their first trip, none of them doing the sight justice.
Easily the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen, every bit as magical as Bakugo said it would be.
“I’ve wanted to show you this for so long,” he said, peppering more kisses on her back of her neck and shoulders.
Three years of planning had gone into this moment. Bakugo had mapped waterfalls he wanted her to see, untouched fields of wildflowers he knew she would love, rivers he wanted to fish. Every detail meticulously organized.
“Help Pinky set up the tent?” he asked. “Shitty Hair and I are gonna cut some firewood.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, unable to move from the view.
“Make sure our tents aren’t too close together?” he asked, pulling at her earlobe with his teeth. A shiver ran through her. The temperature was steadily dropping as her body heat skyrocketed.
“We’ve heard them have sex before,” she giggled as Bakugo nibbled down the side of her neck.
“It’s not them I’m worried about, Mrs. Bakugo.”
It had taken three years to get her to the sunset but five years had led to them celebrating their one year wedding anniversary watching it.
Four years of dating led to three excessive engagement parties: one with their agency, one with their friends, and one in Vegas. Vegas led to one very drunken elopement which led to two very angry families.
Their camping trip had become both their late honeymoon and first anniversary.
Uraraka shivered. “Say it again?”
“Mrs. Bakugo,” he growled into the curve of her neck, making her legs go weak. A year married and she never got tired of hearing it.
Uraraka turned in his arms to stare up at him. Bakugo’s eyes glowed as though they were on fire, the sunset reflecting in his ruby gaze. She ran her fingers along his chiseled jaw, up the sides of his freshly buzzed head and into the blonde mohawk she’d grown to love.
What had started as a bet lost on Bakugo’s part quickly became part of his signature look as Ground Zero. Both he and Kirishima sported the faddish haircut, the both of them having lost the same bet six months prior. While Bakugo’s wasn’t as wild as Kirishimas, it was definitely a statement. A statement that was turning Uraraka on.
She pulled him down to her. “I love you Katsuki,” she said, softly pressing her lips to his.
“I love you too, Cheeks.” Bakugo watched the sun slowly shift, creating a pink halo around Uraraka, the ends of her short brunette hair glowing their signature hues. She looked ethereal with her soft features and bright umber eyes. “Fuck you’re gorgeous.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she smiled.
“Fuckin-a right I am.”
Behind them they heard a crash, pots and pans scattering on the ground. Bakugo whipped his head back to see Mina and Kirishima struggling to set up. “Help her?”
Bakugo and Kirishima ventured into the woods leaving Uraraka to help set up the tents. Using her quirk to float them, Mina snapped the poles into place. Deliberately setting the tents apart Uraraka then finished setting up their makeshift kitchen while Mina created an area for a campfire.
With their work completed the girls changed and broke into the whiskey Kirishima had smuggled into his pack to celebrate a job well done.
By the time the boys made it back with the firewood the sun had set completely, the moon and stars littering the night sky.
Kirishima started the fire with Mina’s help while Bakugo prepped their dinner with Uraraka. Hungry and impatient Uraraka ripped into a bag of marshmallows she had found buried deep in his pack.
“Oi! Dessert is for after dinner,” Bakugo barked as he prepped the MREs by flashlight.
“Hungry,” she said, mouth full of marshmallow fluff, quickly swallowing the evidence.
Bakugo grabbed Uraraka l by the waist pulling her into him. “Here I was looking forward to feeding you those myself,” he said, his voice a husky whisper above the crickets around them. His lips met the corner of her mouth, sucking an errant bit of marshmallow off of her lip. “Almost as sweet as your pussy.”
“Katsuki!” she scolded, feebly attempting to push him away.
“You fuckin’ love it when I talk dirty to ya,” he smirked.
He could see the blush bloom on her face as the orange glow of their campfire danced in her eyes.
“Yes, Sir,” she bit her lip, smiling, knowing what it would do to him.
“Don’t you start,” he growled, his dick twitching in his pants. “You won’t make it to s’mores.”
“Wanna bet?” she asked, running her hand along the beltline of his shorts, four of her fingers dipping beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs.
“God damn, Cheeks,” biting his knuckle, attempting to control his other brain from taking the lead.
“You know I like you when you’re all sweaty,” she pulled him closer. “Hiking, chopping wood…”
“You been in that whiskey?” he smiled, his eyes lidded as he looked down at her.
Uraraka giggled. “Maybe a little,” she feigned innocence.
“Gonna have to punish you now,” he said, swatting her ass quickly.
“Are you two banging or are we gonna eat?” Kirishima called out.
Uraraka quickly let go of Bakugo’s pants, laughing. She went to turn, Bakugo grabbing her by the arm to pull her into a quick kiss. “Don’t think we’re done here.”
“Promise?”
“You can fucking count on it,” he said, kissing her again before taking dinner to the fire.
The night carried on, the moon arching in its orbit as the four sat around the campfire. With dinner eaten the bottle of whiskey she and Mina already cracked open made its rounds.
“Oh, please!” Mina roared with laughter. “At least we weren’t caught by All Might!” Tears ran down her pink face, reminiscing on their first times.
“ Someone was supposed to of been fucking standing guard,” Bakugo snapped.
Bakugo sat with Uraraka between his legs, playing with her hair. He’d forced her to put on his hoodie when the temperatures dropped to near freezing, refusing to let her get cold because she had only worn a tank top and shorts. She’d argued and lost that between him, the fire, and the whiskey she was plenty warm.
“Don’t blame me!” Kirishima howled, his jaw sore from laughing so hard. “No one is meant to last that long their first time!” Kirishima sat mirroring Uraraka, on the ground between Mina’s legs as she gave him a backrub.
Uraraka took a swig, her eyes glossy from the liquor. “You assume that was our first time,” she smiled.
“What?!” Kirishima and Mina yelled in unison, their voices echoing through the night air.
“Oi!” Bakugo looked down to the brunette whose arms were casually draped over his knees.
“Janitor’s closet, end of our second year,” she confessed.
Mina’s jaw dropped. “Get out!”
“Wait...so you two hooked up before we did?” Kirishima calculated the new timestamp.
“DOESNT FUCKING COUNT!” Bakugo roared, snatching the bottle from Uraraka.
Kirishima’s face lit up, realizing why Bakugo was so upset. “Bro…” he smiled, the legend of Bakugo’s endurance shattered.
“SHUT IT, SHITTY HAIR! THAT WAS YEARS AGO!”
Mina began to hyperventilate with laughter. “You… lost… your… virginity… in… a… closet!”
“At least it wasn’t in the back of my mom’s car,” Bakugo said cooly, causing Mina’s jaw to slam shut.
“You told him!” she smacked Kirishima on the arm.
The redhead shrugged. “He’s my best bro!”
Uraraka laughed harder, Bakugo nudging her with his leg. “Don’t think you’re off the fuckin’ hook.”
“Baby, I love that we did it in that closet,” she smiled, tilting her head back to look up at him. “And the common room couches. And the kitchen counters. And both of our desks.”
“Your desks!” Kirishima and Mina yelled together again.
“Your desk too, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo flashed an evil grin.
“Awww bro, not cool.”
“Fiends!” Mina gaped at them.
Bakugo scoffed. “Please, like you two weren’t fucking like rabbits everywhere.”
“But the desks!” Mina squeaked, still hung up on the detail.
“Worried about the desks and not the fact that we did it where I made dinner every night,” Bakugo rolled his eyes.
Mina was at a loss for words while Kirishima laughed, “We had bedrooms ya know!”
“That was just the first week,” Bakugo smirked with a sense of pride.
“Ochako!” Mina scolded her oldest friend.
Uraraka simply shrugged, Bakugo kissing the top of her head.
Eventually topics changed, the marshmallows busted out, Mina hoarding all of the chocolate and graham crackers to herself.
“Turn, don't burn!” Bakugo snapped at Kirishima, appalled at his friend’s roasting technique. Kirishima pulled his marshmallow back, blowing on it to put out the sugary fire. “Idiot,” Bakugo said, pulling his off of the skewer before feeding it to Uraraka.
“Awww!” Mina and Kirishima cooed, making kissy faces and doe eyes at one another to mock their friends.
“Did you want to die on this trip?” Bakugo asked them, his eyes still on Uraraka as she sucked the marshmallow fluff off of his thumb.
“You are so soft for her!” Mina lamented.
“Oi!”
Uraraka giggled. “She’s not wrong.”
She pulled him down into a kiss, their lips stung by whiskey and tongues tasting of burnt sugar.
“Get a room!” Kirishima jeered, throwing a graham cracker at them.
“Shall we?” Bakugo asked Uraraka, watching her eyes glitter in the fire light. She smiled and nodded just as a crack of thunder boomed through the valleys. Within seconds rain poured from the sky, causing Mina to scream and Bakugo to swear.
As fast as they could manage, all four flipped on their phone flashlights to frantically save the food and gear from the unexpected storm. Uraraka was thankful that she had thought to put their tents on high ground as patches of grass began to flood.
Laughing and soaked, Bakugo and Uraraka piled into their tent after everything was saved. Their phones had flipped up in the surprisingly dry tent, illuminating the neon orange of the nylon canvas.
“You’re all wet,” Uraraka said, her voice barely audible over the persistent storm. She shivered as goosebumps took hold of her, her breath fogging the space between them.
“And you’re cold,” Bakugo observed, running his palms over her exposed legs.
“Warm me up?” Uraraka bit her lip.
Bakugo chuckled lowly, rolling himself over her onto their pile of sleeping bags. He shook his hair out like a dog, droplets of water splattering all over the once-dry tent.
“Katsuki!” Uraraka screeched, Bakugo silencing her with his mouth. Her laughs quickly turned to soft moans, his hands roughly running up the front of her shirt. Her legs spread out of habit, Bakugo’s body melting into hers as their tongues met. She hummed under the weight of him, his body heat slowly warming her.
Bakugo scratched his fingers up her body, growling into her mouth. Just as he went to slip under the wire of her bra, he let off a small series of crackles from his palm. A favorite of hers, surprising her every time.
Uraraka jerked beneath him, latching onto his biceps. Her nails dug into his hardened muscle as she giggled from the thrill.
Bakugo pulled from her mouth, his head ducking into her neck. “You were a little fucking tease tonight, weren’t you?” he asked, pinching at her nipple below the layers of wet fabric.
She moaned against the feeling his hands hot against her chilled skin. Uraraka snaked her hands between them, grabbing onto the front of his shorts, her hips bucking into him.
“Answer me,” he growled, snatching her wrist to pull her arm back up and pin it above her head.
“Yes,” Uraraka breathed, attempting to unbuckle his belt with her other hand.
Bakugo immediately let go of her breast, pinning both of her hands above her head. Uraraka’s breathing labored, her nerves on fire with hunger and excitement.
“Yes, what?” he growled, licking and biting at her neck.
“Yes, Sir,” her voice hitched as her hips began to grind into him, a friction she needed satiated.
Bakugo ran the flat of his tongue from her jaw to the soft lobe of her ear, taking it in his teeth. He snarled as he licked the rain water from her, tasting her sweet sweat on the top of his tongue.
He inhaled slowly, letting the scent of the aged whiskey on her breath fill his senses. His already hard cock thrummed to the rapid beat of her heart.
“Good girl,” he commended, pulling just hard enough to elicit a gasp from her. He could feel the way her body reacted to the praise, squirming beneath him.
Bakugo released her, sitting up. “Take off my sweater,” he ordered, grabbing her cellphone to turn off the flashlight, his still on in the corner.
Uraraka stripped the sopping hoodie from her body, her tank top sticking to it. She fell back onto the heap of sleeping bags, her damp hair matted to the sides of her face, shivering.
“Look at you,” Bakugo said, his hands running up her stomach; his hot palms warming her chilled skin. “Wearing that fucking bra to tease me. I know you weren’t wearing that on the hike.” His thumbs hooked under the pastel pink cups near the bridge of the garment, one on either side of the space between her cleavage. “You change into this just for me?” he questioned, his voice sinister.
Uraraka nodded her head, her face flushed with anticipation. She bit her lip suggestively as his crimson eyes pierced her.
“Say it!” Bakugo barked loudly, his drawn brows conflicting with a suggestive smirk.
“Yes, Sir!” she cried.
“You’re not attached to this, are you?” he asked, pulling her bra, her body lifting off of the ground towards him.
Uraraka shook her head, her pupils blown wide. “No, Sir.”
“Good,” he growled before his mouth was on hers, his arms ripping the bra in half. Uraraka’s breasts bounced free, her nipples pert from the cold and arousal. “Do you remember what I promised you?”
Uraraka nodded her head. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me,” he commanded, picking up the discarded bra to bind her wrists with its lace straps. He wrapped his fist into the makeshift bonds, his strength overpowering her as he held her arms above her head.
“That you were going to punish me,” she said, her voice giving away her excitement.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?” he asked, yanking the front button on her shorts open.
“Please,” Uraraka begged, trying as best as she could to rub herself against his thigh, her core on fire.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” he chuckled lowly. His hand slid beneath the top of her rain soaked panties towards her smooth sex.
She gasped, feeling his warm hands against her cold skin. “Yes, Sir.”
“I think I should tease you, toy with you, like you did me,” he smirked, his fingers playing along her slit.
Uraraka frantically shook her head. “Please, Katsuki,” she whined.
“That's right. Fucking beg for it.” he snarled, his dick pulsing at the sight of her half naked and tied up.
“Yes! Please!”
“Beg me to fuck you,” Bakugo’s smirk turned wicked as he dipped his finger between her folds, gently grazing them over her clit just long enough to tease. “I wanna hear it,” he insisted, his fingers slick with her desire.
“Please fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Sir.” Uraraka rolled her hips against his fingers.
Bakugo withdrew his hand, bringing it up to her mouth. “Lick it clean,” he ordered. Uraraka wasted no time taking his fingers into her mouth, moaning as she gently bit down.
Bakugo captured her lips in his, fingers still in her mouth. “Fuckin’ shit, you’re hot,” he groaned, sharing her taste. “Hot and wet and mine .”
Uraraka nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she garbled, still sucking on his fingers.
The air between them grew thick, his sweat dripping down onto her body. Condensation had begun to roll down the inside of their tent as the freezing rain hammered the ground outside.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth with a pop, his dick lurching as she smiled back at him. “You fucking love me dominating you, don’t you?” he asked, slowly guiding his hand back down her body.
Her “yes” came out as a gasp as his fingers penetrated inside, her legs spreading further.
“You fucking love being obedient to me...” he pumped his wrist, causing her to arch her back. “Don't you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, attempting to fight against his makeshift restraints, his other arm still holding her down.
“You crave me calling you my good girl,” he began to pump his hand, curling his fingers along her soft inside. “Telling you how fucking hard you make me. How fucking sexy you are.”
Uraraka frantically nodded her head. Bakugo could feel her tightening around him, so close to climax. “Say it!” he ordered her.
“Yes! Yes, Sir!” Uraraka moaned as his thumb circled her clit, her mind blank with want. “Please, Katsuki!”
“Please, what?” Bakugo asked conceitedly, watching her writhe against him, her hands trying in vain to free themselves.
“Please let me cum,” she panted out.
“I don't know...” his voice close to her ear now. He slowed his movement. “Have you earned it?”
“Gods, Katsuki!” A tear of repressed fulfillment rolled down the side of her face.
Bakugo stopped all together, “have you been…my good girl?”
“Ah! Yes, Sir! Please!”
Bakugo set back to work, unable to deny her her carnal pleasures any longer. “Cum for me!” he ordered. “I want to see that gorgeous fucking face of yours come undone.”
“Ka-- Ka-- Katsuki!” she screamed, loud enough for the entire mountain side to hear through the storm. Uraraka squeezed around his fingers as she rode out her first wave, her hips bucking in sync with his motion.
“Atta girl,” he said, his voice smoother now. “Cum for me, baby. I want all of it. I want to be able to drink from your pussy.” Bakugo let go of her binds to clutching her breast, his teeth sinking into the soft skin ensuring his mark would be left.
After Uraraka relaxed he pulled himself from her and grabbed onto her shorts, roughly ripping them down her legs. Using his hands Bakugo spread her legs, burying his face between them to eagerly lap up his handiwork.
“You taste so fucking good, Cheeks,” he said, her bound hands pulling at his damp hair.
“Mmmm, Katsuki,” her hips rolled into his expert tongue. “More,” she begged, coming off of one high to chase another.
Bakugo’s tongue quickly darted in and out of her as her legs constricted around his head. His fingers gently toyed with her oversensitive clit. “Who’s pussy is this?” he snarled, biting into her inner thigh as his fingers hastened.
“Y--yours,” she breathed, yanking his hair hard enough to hurt.
“Fuckin’ right, it is.” He buried himself back into her. His free arm hooked under her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh as his tongue pulled her closer to the edge.
Uraraka’s back arched as she tried to pull away from him, the sensation being too much to handle. Bakugo tightened his hold around her thigh forcing her to stay put. “Kat--” before she could scream his name, she was seeing stars again.
Bakugo’s self-control completely lost he sat up, pulling his shirt free of his body in one swift motion. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless,” he growled, pulling off his shorts and briefs, his cock springing free.
Uraraka euphorically smiled, nodding her head, unable to speak. She watched as the cell phone flashlight illuminated the contours of his muscles, highlighting the length of his dick as he stroked it with his hand.
“I’m going to choke you,” he rasped, crawling back over her body. “And spank you. Have my fucking way with you.”
Uraraka frantically nodded her head. “Yes, please,” she whispered, feeling him line up at her entrance.
“I’m going to make you forget your fucking name,” Bakugo said, running the tip of his dick along her, circling her clit, toying with the pressure to watch her squirm.
“Yes, please,” she begged again, her bound hands above her head.
Bakugo thrust into her with a violent speed, causing her to scream in ecstacy. He bottomed out in her with force, her slick velvet walls adjusting to his size. “Katsuki...” Uraraka moaned, “please. More.”
“I told you,” he said darkly, slowly pulling back out of her, “I’m going to punish you.” He slammed back into her, her breasts bouncing from the momentum. “Toy with you,” he slid from her again. “Make you my play thing.”
“Nnugh…please, Katsuki,” she pleaded.
“Don't make me fucking gag you,” he threatened, slowly slamming into her again.
Uraraka’s eyes widened at the prospect. Seeing her reaction he scanned the clothing littering the ground around them, locating her panties.
Still inside of her he picked them up, dangling them off the end of his finger. “ Want me to gag you?” he asked, eyebrow raised.
Uraraka sat up, grabbing his hand with her bound wrists. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, a sly smile on her face. She pulled his hand to her mouth as he balled the lace in his fingers. Together they fell back, Bakugo’s pace hastening as he shoved the wet fabric into her mouth.
“You are fucking goreous,” he grunted, bracing himself above her as his cock rammed into her. “ My gorgeous fucking wife.” He bit down onto her shoulder, his other hand wrapping around her throat.
Uraraka’s muffled moans and cries only encouraged him, their hips grinding in sync; hers rising up to meet him each time he slid into her slick. “Fuck, you are so goddamned tight,” his pulsing dick filling her.
Uraraka hoisted one leg over his shoulder, her other heel digging into the back of his thigh. A sharp muffled scream escaped her each time he slammed into her cervix. “Fuckin’ take it,” he grunted above her, his darkened eyes watching his cock pierce her.
She was overwhelmed with the scent of his skin, the feeling of his dick, the sound of the of the squelching between them.
“Fucking love this cock, don’t you?” he asked. Uraraka threw her head back, unable to answer as her eyes rolled in ecstacy.
“It’s yours,” he said, the sound of skin slapping drowning out the deafening sound of the monsoon. “Always, forever. Mine .”
Even with the panties shoved in her mouth, she screamed. His words threw her over the edge for the third time that night.
Bakugo felt her constrict around his dick, the feeling unparalleled to anything in the world. “Good girl,” he praised, feeling her release against him.
Bakugo kept pace as his fingers tightened around her throat; tight enough to know he wouldn’t leave prints but just enough pressure to add to her euphoric high.
“Again,” he commanded, licking the tears of release off of the side of her face, salty and sweet beneath his tongue. He slowed himself to let her recover, if even for a second. “Again baby. Cum for me again.” It was a command. A plea. A prayer between them.
Bakugo took her panties into his own mouth, ripping them from hers before spitting them out onto the ground beneath them.
Uraraka pulled her hands to him, gesturing to the bra that kept them bound together. “Please,” she gasped. Bakugo released her throat to use his teeth and fingers to undo the knots.
As soon as her hands sprung free, she used the last bit of strength to roll him over onto his back. His cellphone flipped in the movement, immersing them in the black pitch of night.
“Mine,” she growled as she grabbed his cock. Uraraka slowly slid herself onto it, her legs straddling him.
“Yours,” he growled back, sitting up to meet her mouth. Whiskey, burnt sugar, sex, desire. Their mouths claimed another as Uraraka rode him.
Uraraka’s nails scratched up his back, forcing him to shout in reply. “Fuck!” he hollered, certain he was bleeding.
“Fuckin’ take it,” she mimiced his earlier sentiment.
In retribution Bakugo’s hands reached around her, smacking her ass hard enough to ensure his handprints would be there come morning.
Their lips crashed together yet again, biting and sucking, before he ran his hands into her hair. Balling it in his fists he pulled her head back, “touch yourself,” he demanded. Uraraka’s hand found her clit as her hips rolled against him. “Good girl,” he snarled. “ My girl.”
“Mmmm yes, Sir,” Uraraka moaned, bouncing against him.
“Mrs. Bakugo” he rasped, feeling his own climax coming on.
“Yes! Say it again!”
“Mrs. Bakugo,” he drew out the syllables, louder this time.
Uraraka let the sensation best her, lost to her animalistic needs. She slapped Bakugo across the face. “Again!” she screamed, her breasts bouncing in rhythm.
“MRS. BAKUGO!” he shouted. Louder than the rain. Louder than slapping of their skin. Louder than Uraraka’s moans and screams. Bakugo shouted her name again as he shot into her, coating her walls.
Uraraka nearly collapsed as her final orgasm coursed through her. Every nerve in her body alive with electricity.
She fell onto him, their labored panting slowing, highlighting the fact that it had stopped raining. “Fuckin’ shit god damn, Ochako,” Bakugo said, wrapping his sweaty arm around her.
She tried to laugh, unable to breathe, unable to move. “How...” she panted, “... haven’t we tried gags before?”
“Dunno,” Bakugo answered, lightheaded, kissing the top of her sweaty forehead. “Fuckin’ hot though.”
“Round two?” she asked, shifting her head to try to look up at him in the darkness.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me, woman,” he smiled.
“Water break, then round two?”
Bakugo growled, rolling her back over. “Yes, Ma’am.”
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The next morning the two woke to the scent of bacon and the sound of birds chirping happily to the late morning sun. Both of them sore, Uraraka and Bakugo emerged from their tent after dressing.
“Oh Mrs. Bakugo!” Mina fake moaned as Kirishima slow clapped.
“Why the fuck are we friends with them?” Bakugo rhetorically asked.
Uraraka’s face flushed with embarrassment as Kirishima joined Mina, chanting her husband’s words. “Mrs. Bakugo, ah fuck Mrs. Bakugo!”
Bakugo pulled Uraraka into his chest, kissing the top of her head. “At least I don't scream ‘Plus Ultra’ when I get off,” Bakguo smirked, causing Kirishima’s mouth to snap shut. “C’mon Cheeks, time to eat up. You’re gonna need your energy later.”