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It’s been a busy few months for you trying to plan the perfect wedding with Bakugou. In between his hero shifts and your own work schedule you’ve been looking over venues, trying out different caterers, choosing the right china to eat off of, wedding dress hunting, figuring out the guest list, the seating arrangement for guests, finding a band, building the wedding registry, and trying to stay within budget just for your special day. Many of your friends and family definitely wanted to be apart of the wedding planning process, just wanting to help get you organized and make the bride as relaxed as possible.

Upon announcement of your engagement after taking a week off from work, everyone had jumped on you rather quick like you knew that they would.

“When did Bakugou propose?!”

“Why didn’t you say anything right away?!

“Can I please help? I know some people I can talk to and get you a great deal!”

What with Bakugou proposing in private and not telling anyone, aside from Kirishima who was the only one to know, everyone wanted to be involved with the wedding planning. You were grateful to have so many volunteers but only so many people could be allowed to help you during the process without stressing you the fuck out at the same time. So with the chosen few that you picked out, they helped take part of the load off of the planning.

The only other person outside of helping plan the wedding was your fiancé, taking into account his own tastes and wants for the wedding. And much like his own ambitions all throughout his life from childhood through high school to his career now, Bakugou wants the wedding to be nothing short of the best. He won’t stand for crappy venues, less than appetizing caterers, and goddamnit those flower arrangements better be fucking beautiful (his words, not yours)!

You knew that wedding planning was a lot of work and was going to keep you busy, taking up all your free time when you weren’t at work. Bakugou did his best to accommodate his schedule when you needed him to accompany you for confirming details for the wedding and did whatever you asked of him to make you happy. Most of the requests weren’t that big of a deal to him, he was able to work with you easily, but the hardest one you asked of him was…

“I want to wait until the wedding to have sex again.”

“…”

“Baby?”

“… You want us to be celibate?”

“I just think that it’d be extra special if we held off from sex until we’re married. It’s only four months away, it’s not that long of a wait.” you told him over dinner after he got back from patrol. You could see the tension in his body and the way his jaw clenched. You already knew Bakugou would have a difficult time accepting this request from you; your fiancé loved fucking you, loved railing you on his cock and making you scream for him. You anticipated that he probably would not take it well, possibly fight you on it. “Is that okay with you Katsuki?”

Bakugou shut his eyes and took a deep breath before taking your hands in his, holding them rather gently before telling you, “If that’s what you want (Name), then we’ll wait until the wedding. Whatever you feel like is going to make it more magical or perfect and all that shit, we’ll do it pumpkin.”

You thought Bakugou would be at least a little upset, seeing as you cut him off from sex, but he was still the same. At least when he was around you he acted the same, two months before the wedding you got a call from Kirishima on your day off and he asked to come visit you to talk to you about something. So you let him into your home and fixed him a cup of tea, asking him what it was he needed to talk about.

“Did something happen with Bakugou recently? You guys aren’t having a fight or anything like that? You guys are still on for the wedding, right?” Kirishima asked.

His questions surprised you, your eyes widening in shock and wondering where it was all coming from. “Everything is fine with me and Katsuki, we haven’t had a fight in a while and we’re still planning the wedding… Did something happen?”

Anxiety overtook you immediately, the first thing coming to mind was that your fiancé was having second thoughts about marrying you.

Kirishima scratched the back of his head and seemed to struggle with what he was going to say next. “It’s just… You know how Bakugou is, he’s always been that guy to puff up his chest and exudes all that manliness without being fake about it at all. And you know the way he acts and all that, he’s never gone overboard when he yells at people, even when he’s mad. But it’s just… he’s been extra cranky and uptight for a while. Like he snaps at anyone over the most minor things sometimes. HR had to have a talk with him not too long ago because, well, his threats towards the sidekicks were… more colorful than usual, if I’m going to put it nicely.”

You put two and two together almost immediately.

Bakugou was definitely pent up, he just wasn’t showing it around you. God, he was taking it out on work because he was getting sexually frustrated. You felt bad for anyone that was dealing with him at the agency at the moment.

“I uh, asked Katsuki if we could wait until the wedding to have sex again. He took it well the night I told him and he hasn’t treated me any differently since then. I didn’t realize that he’d be so pent up while he was at work.” you explained to Kirishima, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. “I want to wait but if he’s really acting that way towards you guys then I can-”

Kirishima put his hands over yours, his eyes wide with tears and sniffling. “Don’t say anymore (Name)! This isn’t about making it easy on us! This is for the bride, I’ll just make an excuse for him and we’ll tip toe around Bakubro in the meantime and I’ll watch over him. It’s only two more months until the wedding and when you guys come back from the honeymoon, I’m sure he’ll go back to his usual self!” Kirishima wipes his nose with his arm and sniffles again, “He’s so manly for holding himself back for your sake!”

Thank goodness Kirishima understood, anyone else outside of your fiancé’s friend circle would probably tell you to just have sex with Bakugou to get him to stop bullying everyone else. It’s definitely no wonder to you why he was the only one that knew about Bakugou’s proposal— he’s a good friend.

After a busy past four months of confirming the venue— a beautiful botanical garden just a half hour away from the city— getting your wedding dress fitted, all the deposits put down for everything necessary, all that was left was just the wedding rehearsal dinner tomorrow and then the actual wedding the day after.

You and Bakugou were having one last dinner together alone before getting married, sitting inside the nicest restaurant hotel in the city with the best view. He wore a nice burgundy dress shirt with a dark tie and slacks, your dress coordinating with his outfit. You sipped on chilled white wine from your glass and looked out at the night view of the city with your fiancé. Bakugou’s large hands held yours, his thumb gently rubbing the band of your engagement ring in admiration. He still remembers the day he proposed, how the ring glittered in the midst of a thunderstorm as he got down on one knee; he can’t wait for the ceremony to give you your wedding ring and complete the bridal set.

“Two days baby. In two days you’re going to become my wife, you’re going to become a Bakugou.” he tells you, bringing your hand up to kiss it before smirking at you.

“I’m so excited Katsuki! I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you proposed!” you smile at Bakugou, the man you love and can’t wait to call your husband. “I’m just so happy, I feel like I can’t stop smiling. I just love you so much and I-”

Bakugou lightly pinches your thigh and chuckles at you. “Hey, I don’t want to hear any of that sappy shit until it’s time to recite our vows in front of everyone. No fucking previews, I want to experience it the way it’s supposed to be when it’s time. But I love you too (Name). Now come here.”

His large hand cups your cheeks and you lean forward, ready to kiss Bakugou and head back to your home to get some rest for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow.

And just as your lips are about to touch-

You’re thrown down to the ground and Bakugou shields you from an explosion, throwing himself over you to prevent any shrapnel from hitting you. There’s screams coming from the entryway of the restaurant and two people leaping through the windows, glass shattering everywhere and making all the other patrons panic. Bakugou helps you sit up and quickly inspects you to make sure you aren’t hurt; you’re unscathed for the most part besides being a little bit shaken up.

“Baby, are you hurt?” your fiancé asks, still kneeled down beside you but his eyes quickly darting around, ready to protect you if anyone even comes near you.

“I’m okay!” you tell Bakugou as he grabs his dress jacket from his fallen chair and drapes it over your shoulders. “We have to call the most nearby hero agency and-”

“I can take these fuckers! Get down to the lobby and wait outside with everyone else!”  Bakugou growls at you, quickly rolling up the sleeves to his dress shirt and throws his tie down to the ground. His palms let off explosions before he clenches his fist tightly. “All you extras, get to the first floor and stay out of the way! Leave these shitty villains to me!”

It’s not surprising that Bakugou is pretty much ready to blast the living life out of the villains that decided to pop in on your dinner. What is surprising is that while you’re still on the ground trying to process the situation you’re in, your eyes follow Bakugou as he stands up and takes an offensive stance and you glance down at his trousers to see that he has a boner…

Of all fucking times.

You blink a few times to make sure that you’re not imagining it. You’ve been with Bakugou for four years bordering on almost five, you pretty much have his cock memorized to the point that you could probably draw it in all details, both hard and soft. Over four years together, you’re definitely familiar with the sight of the imprint of his cock through his pants, underwear, sweats, and all that. There is definitely no mistaking it: your fiancé has boner right now.

Bakugou loves being a hero and he loves the danger that comes along with it, he’s very well suited for combat and full frontal assaults in the battlefield. You’re certain that he’s not sexually aroused by the danger, you’re pretty certain that you would have discovered that a long time ago about him. He’s definitely excited to fight the villains inside the restaurant, very apparently so, but to have an erection of all times?

Sure he’s been pent up ever since you asked to refrain from sex…

Oh…

That’s when you realize why Bakugou has a boner.

The only release he’s been getting aside from masturbating in the shower (yeah that’s right, you can hear him because he’s not exactly subtle about it) is just letting out all his sexual frustrations through his hero work. Kirishima told you that Bakugou’s been pretty much demanding for the more exciting villain cases at his agency and they’ve happily given it to him if it meant that he’d stop being so damn angry at the office. And he’s been so good to you whenever he sees you, not letting it show at all because he knows that you want to wait to make it feel more special.

Noticing that you’re still sitting by his feet, Bakugou quickly pulls you off the ground to stand on your feet and pushes you in the direction of the exit. “Get out of here babe, your hero’s going to handle this!”

He blasts himself forward towards the villains with a roar and palms releasing that signature blast, the faint smell of burnt sugar in the air.

You do as told and head towards the exit with everyone else, but you still stop to look back at your fiancé. You’ve seen Bakugou train his quirk plenty of times and witnessed him fight villains when it’s broadcasted on television, but you’ve never seen him fight in person. The way he moves in person using his quirk’s propulsive ability astounds you, watching it through a television screen doesn’t do him justice. There is not a doubt within your mind that he deserves the praise from being in the Top Hero ranks and that you absolutely want to marry him.

Someone is pulling your arm and trying to get you away from the scene.

It’s the host that had checked you in to your reservation, him expressing to Bakugou that he was a fan of him before leading to your table. “Miss, we have to evacuate! Your fiancé will fight better with us out of the way!”

You dumbly nod your head, letting him lead you out into the hallway with the other panicking patrons of the hotel. But as you’re walking towards the emergency stairwell, eerily calm compared to everyone else, you turn to the host and ask, “Do you think the concierge is still here?”

When you found the concierge as Bakugou was battling in the restaurant above, he was helping usher the other guests out of the lobby to the street. You had grabbed his arm just a little bit desperately, him worrying at first that you were hurt or having a panic attack and asking if you were okay. Imagine his surprise when you asked him, “I know this is a very inappropriate time, but do you have any rooms available?”

“M-Ma’am? A room?” he blinked at you, wondering if he heard you right.

You eagerly nodded your head, your face feeling flush and trying to hide your desperation. Something about watching your fiancé in the heat of battle just triggered something inside of you, the yearning for him that you held back from for four months suddenly so uncontrollable that you felt the need to have him as soon as possible. You were so good too, also trying to repress your own urges and wait like a good, little bride until her wedding day.

Screw waiting until the wedding; you and Bakugou had been having premarital sex for four years, this was going to be your ‘last fuck before we get married’ sex.

A boom crashes above you and makes the chandelier shake but you’re undeterred.

“Look I’m getting married in two days to my fiancé, one of the the Pro Heroes, who is currently up there taking care of the situation. We all know that things are going to turn out fine! The room doesn’t even have to have a full sized bed, I can make it work with a twin! Please, may I have a room?”

The concierge can not believe what he’s hearing right now.

“Ma’am, we need to evacuate to the safety of the-” the concierge tries to reason with you but you cut him off sharply with a whine.

“Please!”

There’s the faint roar of Bakugou screaming at the villains to ‘die’ and ‘go to hell’.

“Step this way very quickly.” The concierge tells you and takes your hand to guide you to the front desk, unbelieving of what was happening. He opens a cabinet with all the keycards of the available rooms but you notice how he didn’t just randomly pluck one off of the hooks. He searched for a few seconds before reaching for a keycard at the very top row, the card having a distinct design compared to the rest of the cards hanging on the bottoms rows.

You take the keycard from the concierge and look down at it, noting the emblem of the hotel and it’s fancier design. “Which room is this?”

“It’s our top penthouse suite.”

Immediately you push the keycard back towards the concierge with a shake of your head. “This isn’t necessary. We don’t need anything fancy, a regular room will do.”

The keycard is pushed back towards you. “Please ma’am, I insist that you and your fiancé take the penthouse suite. It’s the least the hotel can provide for you and your bridegroom for protecting us from the villains.”

Bakugou is screaming once again from up above, “You’re going to fucking pay for that!!”

You point a finger towards the concierge, a hard expression on your face. “First of all, thank you for the suite sir. Second, when my soon-to-be husband and I come back down here to check out, we are paying for the suite in full price since it was given to us last minute and without a reservation.”

You turn around and don’t give him a chance to argue, running towards the staircase to climb back up to the floor where your fiancé is. Your heart is beating in your ears and your whole body is shaking in excitement as you get closer and closer to Bakugou, ready to tell him the news. You knew he’d be excited, he’d be fucking thrilled that you decided to break your celibacy early and it would incentivize him to wrap things up as soon as possible.

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Bakugou’s both pissed the fuck off and relieved at the same time.

It’s been a long four months of not having sex with you and he’s struggled to try remain composed for you. He really was fine with waiting since that you wanted, he wanted to give you anything and everything you wanted, but he didn’t anticipate that he’d become so frustrated from not being able to fuck you. He thought he had more control than that.

But goddamnit, you’re his fine as hell fiancée and he was just so used to fucking you on the regular for four fucking years. So to stop so suddenly and for a decent period of time, Bakugou’s body didn’t sit very well with it even though his mind was okay with withholding from having sex with you. The longest he’d ever gone without fucking you was just a month and only because he’d been sent out the country for an assignment in the United Kingdom. The first few weeks, Bakugou had become increasingly aware of how many boners or semis that popped into his pants from just watching you go about the house and how he had to physically stop himself from just ravaging you on the spot.

“This is fucking harder than I thought…” he had mumbled to himself one day in the shower, his cock softening in his hand after jerking himself off vigorously.

He didn’t want to show that he was beginning to get sexually frustrated in front of you, it would have just ended up making you feeling guilty for him. If you thought that waiting until the wedding to have sex again would make it special, then you were going to get what you want and he was going to deal with it! It was just fucking difficult to deal with his frustrations when you were around him, so those feelings that gradually built up over time were projected into his work; aside from jerking off in the shower, work was the only other release that he had. Bakugou wanted to overwork himself at at the agency so that there was no opportunity for all his pent up energy to build up and implode him from the inside out.

And with the wedding coming closer, Bakugou was getting particularly antsy. Finally after four months of waiting, he’d get to consummate his marriage and he was planning on going all out on you! He was going to leave you utterly ruined and weeping for mercy for making him wait for so long, but not before he first makes love to you that will be so tender and sweet it’s going to make you all choked up.

He noticed how you were more visibly relaxed too with all the wedding details finalized, the only thing left to do was wait for the last few days of the wedding to arrive. The upcoming days leading up to your wedding were supposed to go smoothly; you and Bakugou were going to have one last dinner together, have the wedding rehearsal dinner tomorrow, and then the ceremony would take place the day after.

Bakugou won’t lie, he’s about as tense as a stretched out rubber band that’s ready to snap, holding out until the actual wedding day.

He’s fucking pissed that his dinner with you was interrupted by these shitty villains, one of the last things he needs is you getting hurt before the wedding, but goddamn he can properly let out all this pent up energy and sexual frustrations out on these fuckers!

It was sort of like a blessing in disguise.

Plus he’d have fun blasting these shitty villains, get the praise afterwards of defeating them, and be rewarded with marrying you and making you his wife.

“Katsuki?”

Bakugou snaps his head where he hears you voice. His sweet fiancée who had somehow made their way back into the restaurant, standing in the middle of the danger yet you look up at him with so much love that for a second he feels like his heart skips a beat in his chest. His fragile wife-to-be standing in the wreckage of a villain attack.

“(Name)! I told you to get out of here! What the fuck?” he shouts at you, dodging an attack with ease. “Why are you back here?!”

You hold up a keycard in your hand and tell him, “I got us a room.”

Red eyes looked at you in shock and confusion. “What the hell do you mean you got us a room?! And fucking how?”

Bakugou leaps towards you and saves you from getting hit from one of the villain’s quirks, ready to reprimand you for being so damn stupid and returning to the scene of the villain attack that he hasn’t even wrapped up yet.

“I can’t wait Katsuki, I can’t wait until the wedding.”

His eyes widen in surprise.

“I want you to take down these villains and afterwards, we’re going straight to the room and you’re going to do what you do best which is fuck the living hell out of me until I can’t take it anymore.” you whisper hotly in his ear, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring him closer and then biting his earlobe. Bakugou shudders under your touch before a feral grin appears on his face, making him appear more menacing than the villains that he’s facing.

Bakugou stands up abruptly and explosions spark in the palms of his hands, blasting the villains out onto the balcony used for outdoor dining. “Listen up you shitty villains, you ruined our fucking dinner, the last dinner I’m supposed to have with my woman before all of our wedding shit goes down! So this is what’s going to happen: I’m going to fucking slaughter you all to pieces, and then my fiancée here is going to get a nice hard victory fuck and then it’s straight to the wedding where I’m getting married to the love of my fucking life!!!”

A news helicopter had arrived on the scene, the cameraman filming just right outside the balcony, recording Bakugou’s sweeping declaration and broadcasted live to the entire city.

“Go to our fucking room and wait like a good girl. No touching yourself until I get there, you understand?” Bakugou had whispered harshly to you before getting dragged away to handle the news conference of the villain attack on the hotel. You had eagerly nodded, giving him a quick peck to his cheek and made a beeline straight to the elevator, the generator for the hotel thankfully still operational; you would hate to climb the stairs to your suite since the hotel had given you one of the top floor rooms.

Even though the conference was taking place literally just a few floors down, you turn on the television to watch it from where you are. The news station films the villains being apprehended by the police force and the crowd of mostly uninjured citizens. The camera turns to Bakugou who’s standing idly to the side while his PR manager is taking care of any questions, probably trying to deter away the fact that Bakugou pretty much declared on live television that he was going to fuck your brains out.

Through the television, you can see that he’s tense despite his apathetic expression. He’s trying to keep himself composed for the cameras that are currently trying to harass any statements from him.

You wonder if he still has that boner from before…

It’s another half hour waiting for Bakugou when he finally knocks on the door, finally finished with the news station and reporters.

“I had to fucking argue with that damn doorman to pay for the suite! I don’t need the fucking paparazzi on my ass accusing me of taking advantage of the hotel just because I beat some low level villains! I didn’t become a hero so that I could get free shit from anyone!” Bakugou announced as soon as you let him in the room, his shirt half torn from the battle and his slacks have some singe marks on it. “Why the hell would I even want a free room? We have our own house in the same city!”

“But the suite is paid for already, right?” you ask your fiancé, following behind him and going to the wet bar. You take one of the crystals off the glass shelves and just fill it with water, taking it to Bakugou and handing it to him. “I’d hate for people to think that we took the suite as a reward for you beating up those villains. Or that we demanded it as wedding gift for ourselves.”

Bakugou downs the water quickly and hands you the crystal. “Yeah, suite’s paid for and all that shit. Doorman said that if any rats to try to come and accuse us of trying to take shit for free, he’s going to provide receipts. Tch, I know we live pretty comfortably pumpkin but did you have to get the fucking penthouse?”

You shrugged your shoulders and set the crystal down back at the wet bar. “I didn’t ask for the penthouse, he just gave it to us. I told him that a regular room would have suited us just fine but he wanted us to have it. So I thanked him and told him that we’re going to pay full price for the night.”

“Good job baby. Now come over here and give your hero a kiss.”

And so you do, giving your hero exactly what he deserves after beating those villains that interrupted your dinner.

The image of Bakugou’s boner from before flashes in your mind and you laugh into the kiss, pulling back and trying to contain your giggles.

“What the fuck is so funny? Laughing out of nowhere, huh?” Bakugou asks, thoroughly bemused at your sudden outburst. “Answer me!”

You try to compose yourself to give your fiancé an explanation. “It’s just that when those villains attacked us from earlier and you were getting ready to fight them, did you know that you were hard?”

The way Bakugou’s ears turn red and he becomes a sputtering mess confirms it.

He points an accusatory finger at you and gives you an embarrassed glare. “The fuck were you looking at my cock for? There were villains attacking us!”

“The fuck were you having a boner for? There were villains attacking us.” you shoot back at him with a cocky smirk on your own face, knowing that you got him. “Is there something that I need to know? Does Bakugou Katsuki get sexually aroused from fighting villains? Is that why you love being a hero so much? It gets you going?”

It’s a joke but Bakugou takes it seriously and gets hilariously flustered. “Hey, I get excited to beat shitty villains to the ground but I don’t get fucking aroused by it! Just because I got a boner when those villains showed up doesn’t mean anything! One time I got hard watching the cooking channel, you gonna accuse me of getting turned on over pasta being made hah? It just happens at random sometimes and I don’t know why! And it’s your fault anyway, we haven’t fucked in four months so I’m all pent up and shit! I was excited to beat the shit out of those villains but I wasn’t that kind of excited and-”

“Okay, okay, okay Katsuki! Calm down, I was just teasing you.” you laugh as you put your hands on Bakugou’s shoulders and try to get him to relax. It’s not very often you can make him ramble in the way that Midoriya does sometimes, but when it does happen it’s quite funny and out of character for him. You’re not fazed at all when he quietly curses at you and shrugs your hands off his shoulders; he’s just embarrassed and he’s never really handled it well.

You watch as Bakugou goes to sit on the king sized bed, his red eyes looking expectantly at you before raising his hand and gestures for you to come to him. So you obey and move to sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around him in a loose hug and humming when you feel his large hand squeeze your thigh through the thin material of your dress. He leans towards you and rests his head right underneath your chin, you can feel his breath on your collarbone. You lean down to kiss his forehead and tell him, “Thank you for saving me Katsuki, you’re my hero.”

Bakugou only hums in acknowledgment but you know your words mean so much to him.

You’ve been quite fortunate in your life to have never witnessed any villain attacks, save for tonight being the very first time. Since dating Bakugou you’ve always called him your hero, not to boost his ego or just as a term of endearment, but because that’s the core value of who he is as a person and always has been. His dreams of growing up to be a hero are finally achieved and the next one is to take the number one spot, you believe that he’ll earn that spot when it’s the right time.

But more than just being everyone’s hero, to be revered as the best, all he wants in his heart is to be your hero.

And he is.

“Fucking damn it!” Bakugou curses and suddenly pushes you to lie flat on your back on the soft sheets of the king sized bed. He hovers above you, still looking flustered and his brows pinched in what appears to be annoyance. “I had a plan you know, plans to punish you after the wedding for making me wait four months so that I could fuck you again. And here you go fucking it up because you decide last minute that you don’t want to wait anymore, my sweet bride. What changed your mind all of a sudden, hm?”

Your heart races in anticipation and you feel that familiar tingle down your body when Bakugou has his eyes zeroed in on you like you’re his prey.

“You’re my hero Katsuki, watching you in action just… did something to me.”

He sneers at you but he likes your choice of words. “So you’re going to tease me for getting hard during a villain attack but are you any different for getting so desperate for your hero that you asked for a room so that you could get fucked immediately right after?”

Well… he got you there.

“Hold up your hands.”

You do as told and hold them for Bakugou, watching curiously as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tie; it’s the one he was wearing during dinner earlier and discarded it when the villains attacked. He binds your wrists together with the tie and then instructs you to raise your arms over your head. You yelp as his large hands tear your dress off, the fabric ripping loudly and being thrown to the floor. The only things you wear are your panties, your heels and wedding ring.

Bakugou tears off the remains of his destroyed shirt and throws it to the floor. You sit up on the bed and are immediately greeted by the bulge in his slacks, your mouth waters at the sight of it.

“Such a slut, fucking thirsting for my cock when all that shit went down in the restaurant.” Bakugou teases you as he palms his erection through his slacks. “Well babe, you’re the one that wanted to wait until the wedding, wanted to be fucking celibate. What kind of man would I be if I let my woman go around breaking her own vows?”

You shake your head and whine at him. “Please Katsuki, I can’t wait! Please fuck me!”

“Aw but (Name)… our wedding is only two days away, it’s not that long of a wait.”

You look up at your fiancé, pleading with your eyes and jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. It doesn’t seem to work on him, only ruffling your hair and teasing you just a bit more. And then the perfect words come to mind that you know will challenge and goad him. “Where’s that victory fuck you were bragging about earlier, hm?”

Bakugou’s smirk falls from his face.

“Didn’t you say that after you beat up those villains that I was going to get a ‘nice hard victory fuck’ before we get married? I think I’m not the only one here that’s going back on vows here, hero.” you taunted him.

“Tch, fucking woman. Trying to put me in my place, huh? Think you can step up to me like that?” Bakugou kneels down in front of you and reaches a hand forward to grasp the back of your neck in a firm hold. “This is why I fucking love you, you’re the one for me (Name). You’re the only one I respect when you get all cheeky with me. I’m proud that I’m going to be your husband.”

“I love you Katsuki.” you sigh out with a dreamy smile on your face.

“I love you (Name).” he returns your sentiment. “Now get on your knees.”

You do as told and kneel before Bakugou on the floor, mindful of the heels you’re still wearing, your bound hands just resting in your lap as you look up expectantly at him. Your whole body quivers in anticipation as your fiancé undoes his belt, throwing the leather to the floor before undoing the button and zipper to his trousers. All of his body is sinewed muscle, a hard body earned from hard work for a hard career. You’re not certain which part of your hero that you love the most, every inch of him is beautiful.

Bakugou discards all of his clothes and pumps his thick cock in front of you, he looks so ready to eat you up and you know that’d come back for a second serving or even three.

You dip your head down to take your fiancé into your mouth, moaning lewdly around his thick length, your bound hands coming up to play with his balls. Your eyes are shut in concentration but you can hear him sigh and curse above you. You concentrate on taking his cock in your mouth, so much so that Bakugou’s words don’t register to your ears and you gasp as you’re roughly pulled off his cock and are firmly slapped in the face.

“Are so you cock hungry that you didn’t hear your fiancé? Look at me as you eat my cock, my whorish bride.” Bakugou commands you.

He didn’t give you a chance for a retort, pushing his cock into your mouth and he pistons his hips harder. You do as he commands and look up at Bakugou, whining as you take his cock deeper until he’s fucking your throat, rougher than usual. It’s hard not to gag against the invasion and tears form at the corner of your eyes.

You love that he’s face fucking you, the power he commands over you.

You’re choking against his cock, now actually struggling for air this time and you seriously consider trying to push him off of you. Bakugou pulls away in time and you take in precious gulps of air, the tears falling from your eyes finally. His own red eyes take in the sight of you so cock drunk right now, your tongue lolling out and your eyes glassy as if your mind is in another world right now. It’s adorable how he wrecks your throat with his cock and as you come up for air, you look as if you’ve lost a few braincells in the process.

He’ll fuck you hard tonight and on his wedding day after he’s made love to you, he’ll fuck you up all over again.

“Fuck my face again?”

Ah goddamn he loves you so much!

Bakugou praises you as he fucks your face again, tells you how good you are for taking his cock in your throat. Even as he chokes you and keeps you pressed to the base, your throat squeezes him and your body quivers for release, there is nothing but adoration about how you’re the perfect one for him.

His cock is so wet when you pull back, saliva dripping down onto the floor and creating a small puddle.

“Sloppy girl, aren’t you baby?”

You groan in response, trying to take his cock back into your mouth again but he holds you by the hair and keeps you in place. You whine but Bakugou keeps a firm on you, tutting at you before pulling you up to your feet and directing you to sit in a chair that faces the window that overlooks the city. For a moment your breath is taken away as you look at the sparking lights of the city and how pretty it is, almost forgetting that there was a villain attack during your dinner with Bakugou. “Like the view?”

“Yeah…”

“Good, that’s all for you baby. Keep your eyes on the pretty lights out there while I eat this pretty pussy out.” It’s Bakugou’s turn to kneel in front of you as he adjusts you on the chair, your ass just barely hanging over the edge of the chair and rough hands holding your legs up underneath the backs of your knees. Bakugou wastes no time dipping his head down and licks you up and down, growling as he eats you out sloppily. You quiver and wriggle as your fiancé eats you like you’re the most delicious meal he’s ever had, whining slightly when his nails dig slightly into your skin and still holding your firmly. Your bound hands reach down and tug at his blonde hair, whimpering his name out and praising how good he’s making you feel.

Your eyes glance down to your engagement ring and your heart swoons at the sight of it, reminded once more of the day he proposed. The memory gives you butterflies in your tummy, it’s overwhelming as Bakugou tongue fucks you. Your body tenses as you can feel the coil in your body about to snap. “Ah, don’t stop! Right there, don’t stop!”

Bakugou knows how to work you up in the way you like, he’s got all your sensitive spots memorized and what places to avoid so there’s really no need for you to tell him to keep on going. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy hearing it from your mouth though, he loves to hear you practically lose yourself as he works his magic on you. He’ll build you up with his own two hands and knock you down, relishing in the destruction of your composure as you sob out for him and either beg for more or beg for mercy.

Tonight, you beg for more.

“Look at my pretty woman, she’s such a mess right now.” Bakugou teases as he leisurely rubs the pad of his thumb along your clit. He watches the rise and fall of your chest as you catch your breath and try to gather your wits. Just a brief break right now, he’ll allow it for just a moment and then it will be back to working you up all over again. “C’mon baby, don’t tell me that this is it. Surely you can do more.”

With a tired nod of your head, you blearily look to Bakugou and ask him to take you to bed.

“Gimme a kiss first.”

Bakugou grabs your tied wrists and pulls you to him to meet him in the middle, slotting his lips against yours. In this kiss, he thinks of the very moment the two of you met to how you began dating and to where you are right now. He reaches one hand up to delicately touches your engagement ring, still entranced that you were going to become his wife in just merely two days. Two days he’ll watch you walk down the aisle, you’ll say your vows to each other and be pronounced as husband and wife.

“Ah fuck! Get on the fucking bed!” Bakugou growls as he pulls away from the kiss, dragging you by your tied wrists and pushing you to lay back down on the bed. He doesn’t want to be romantic with you right now, he wants to save all the sappy love making when it’s your wedding night. So he’s going to stifle these shitty, lovesick feelings in favor for a mood he’s better suited for. “You look like such a whore right now, you know that?”

“Oh yeah? Am I a pretty whore?” you ask with a curious tilt of your head and coy smile.

“Yeah you are, like something out of those porn books you read. Fancy penthouse suite, sexy lady on the bed wearing nothing but high heels and her hands tied together, hot as fuck man that’s about to fuck the said whore’s brains out.” You giggle as Bakugou climbs over you and your bound arms go over his head as he leans down to kiss your neck. Quiet sighs and little moans are the only sounds that fill the space of the room along with the slight rustling of the fancy hotel sheets beneath your body. You’re so concentrated on his kisses and little nips that you almost don’t catch what you think is a slight patter from the window.

You think nothing of it and brush it off just as your imagination but then you hear it again. So you concentrate a little more on the sound and hear more light pattering. It’s a sound that anyone can recognize when it’s the right season. “Baby, I think it’s raining.”

Bakugou turns his head the best he can to just glance at the window and you’re right, raindrops starting to fall from the sky and creating streaks on the outside of the glass. The view of the city blurs slightly from the rain, the glittering lights even more beautiful and almost like a painting in a modern art museum. “Hmph, would you look at that. I would say it’s pretty fitting for us, don’t you think?”

The day he fell in love with you running in the rain, when he proposed to you during a thunderstorm, and now rain on the last day you’ll have alone time before your rehearsal dinner and wedding, funny how life comes around like that.

Ducking underneath, Bakugou undoes the tie around your wrists and discards it for the time being and he sits on the edge of the bed and puts you in his lap. Your knees press into the top of the bed and you’re able to properly brace your hands on his strong shoulders while his big hands hold your hips. “Ride me, whore.”

You’d like to but it’s hard to properly brace your legs with your heels on. When you try to undo the buckles of your heels, Bakugou slaps your hands away and then spanks your ass. He repeats his command more roughly, a warning in the way he speaks to you also saying, ‘Leave the fucking heels’. Honestly though it’s hard to ride him like this with your shoes but you get an idea when you see the tie.

“Up on the bed hero, I’ll ride you like a whore.”

When Bakugou scoots towards the headboard, you grab his tie and put it around your neck after you tie it as close as you can without it being too tight. He’s curious why you’re wearing his tie but says nothing when you scoot into his lap and align his cock against your pussy, groaning when your warmth envelopes him and cursing when you immediately cum on his cock. You were talking all that hot shit just a few seconds ago and yet you shake above him and he notes how you seem slightly overwhelmed, you have that same look on his face like that first time he put his dick in you… oh…

“Ah fuck, you’re such a horny little bitch aren’t you? Cumming as soon as my dick is in you, aren’t whores better trained than that?” Bakugou’s sardonic in the way he speaks to you with a smirk to match. “Four fucking months you had me go without your pussy and it’s like you don’t know how to take cock anymore. I guess I have to train a whore tonight to take my cock.”

It’s so embarrassing, you can’t believe you came on the spot as soon as Bakugou fit his cock inside your pussy. “P-Please go easy, I feel sensitive right now…”

“Hmph,” Bakugou grunts at you and pulls at the tie to make you lean forward, your hands bracing on his shoulders to keep yourself from falling on him. “You said you’d ride me like a whore, fucking do it.”

So you move your hips in the way you know he likes, in how you remember but you feel winded after just a few minutes. You realize again how embarrassing the situation is; you don’t have the stamina you used to for sex. The two of you would fuck on the regular for four years and you could go a whole forty minutes to an hour on top and now you could barely do ten. Those four months of not having sex may not have taken away your technique but it took away your endurance. You fall on top of Bakugou and whine into his neck, “I’m tired… get on top please.”

“You fucking kidding me? I said ride me, I don’t give a fuck if you’re tired.” Bakugou pushed you off his chest and puts you up right again, keeping a hand on the tie and acting like it’s a collar instead in his hand. “I really do gotta build you back up from the start.”

“Katsuki please!”

“No, you get to be a pillow princess when I decide so. Now fucking get to it.”

You have no choice but to obey, doing your best to push past your limits to please your fiancé so that you can get the reward of lying back and taking his cock while you do nothing. The tie in his hand is the way he controls you, yanking you slightly when you don’t keep a steady a rhythm and loosening when you do something that pleases him like sucking on your fingers or playing with your tits. When you grind down on his cock and circle your hips, Bakugou rewards you by calling you a good whore and releasing the tie momentarily to play with your clit. “Make yourself cum on my dick and I’ll fuck you.”

“C-Can I p-please take off the heels? I can ride you b-better if they’re off…” you stutter because you’re so wildly horny and ready to just burst on Bakugou’s dick again but you need to do it properly so that you can get what you want.

Thankfully Bakugou allows it but even so, your legs shake as you press your feet on the bed to fuck his dick into your sensitive pussy. You take off the tie as well, viewing it now as a hindrance and you let your weight smack down every single time you drop onto Bakugou’s dick. He likes when you do that, you can see the way his eyes scrunch in pleasure and how he relaxes his hold on your hips, the faint murmur of ‘faster’ exits his lips. So you rise and fall against his thick length, a light sheen of sweat on your chest and forehead as you move past your exhaustion to give him exactly he wants.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you curse as you move faster but sloppily as you can feel the coil in your body ready to snap. Just a few more bounces and you cum on his dick, so fucking riled up that you lift yourself off his lap and squirted everywhere, your fingers going to your clit and rubbing fast circles to force more of your juices from your cunt. A pitched squeal echoes through the room and Bakugou can only watch in awe as you make a mess of yourself.

If you thought you were shaking before, it was nothing compared to the way your body trembles now. Bakugou is merciful as he lays you down on the bed and dips his head down in between your legs to lick you clean. You sob as his tongue sloppily eats you out, being thorough and even licking the insides of your thighs. It’s hard to catch your breath when you’re so sensitive and being licked up but you can at least be thankful that this is probably the closest you will get to a break until Bakugou himself is exhausted.

“Katsuki… Katsuki, I love you… so fucking amazing…”

“Love you baby.” He returns the sentiment before giving you a light bite to your thigh. “Think you can handle my cock?”

As sensitive and exhausted as you are, you would love nothing more than to get your fiancé’s cock inside you right now. “Yes please…”

“Say it right babe, you know exactly how I want to hear it.”

“Please, fuck me Dynamight… give me your cock.”

Bakugou’s absolutely feral as he unleashes on you, shoving his large cock inside of you and ramming it so deep you swear that you can feel him in your stomach. The whole bed shakes as he viciously fucks you, four months worth of pent up frustration finally unchained and your pussy takes the whole brunt of it. You try to hold onto him but he’s so goddamn intense that you end up just raking your nails everywhere that you touch, on his neck, his chest, his shoulders, his back and his arms. Bakugou would happily leave his own marks on you in return but your wedding dress has a low neckline and you have to look perfect for the wedding from the waist up.

But no one has to know about the bottom half, the bruises and bite marks on your legs, the imprint of his hand on your ass and the fact that your pussy will be undoubtedly sore after tonight. He really wanted to wait until after the wedding to just go wild on you but Bakugou won’t complain that he gets to beat up your pussy with his cock before the wedding. He’ll just be extra sweet that first round of lovemaking after the wedding and then his actual punishment will be put into motion.

You’re a sobbing mess beneath Bakugou, cumming over and over again and you can not believe that you let yourself go four months without sex. Four fucking months without that perfect cock attached to your soon-to-be husband, without sitting on his face, without his fingers in your pussy, without gagging on his dick… you should slap the you from four months ago.

“Want a creampie baby? I know you fucking miss it, don’t you? Better fucking tell me or else— fuck— or else I’m going to cum somewhere else!” Bakugou teases you. “All over your tits or maybe your face? Say the word slut or I’ll-”

“No no, inside me! I want your cum inside me!” You need his cum inside you immediately, the one place that it belongs, anywhere else you probably would have assaulted him or something. “Katsuki, cum inside me, cum in me!” He eggs you on, keeps on asking where you want his cum and you respond with equal enthusiasm that you want it in your pussy. You’ll say it however many times he wants to hear it as long as you get what you want in the end. “My pussy wants it! I need it! Please Katsuki!”

“You fucking beg so pretty baby! I fucking love it!” The bed is practically slamming against the wall as Bakugou puts his all into it making you lose your mind, taking in your screams and pinning your wrists down when you try to hold him and he growls when he feels your legs come around his waist. “Fucking take my cock! It’s all yours baby, this dick is yours! This pussy mine?”

“Yes!”

Despite all the dirty talk and the filthy names that fall from his mouth, only one thought cuts through the haze of pleasure that makes Bakugou cum inside you as he looks down at you. He glances to the band of you engagement ring, the diamond pressed into the mattress because he’s holding your wrists down and he thinks to himself: She’s going to be my wife.

And he loses it, roughly thrusting one last time into you and pressing himself balls deep inside. You cum together, strangled moans and whimpers mixing into one another before finally collapsing. Rain is still falling outside the window but it will clear up by the morning, and it will be sunny for the rest of the week.

Bakugou tiredly pulls out of you, just enough energy to tug the blanket over your bodies and fall right beside you. He’ll have to call Kirishima in the morning to go to the house and retrieve clothes for the two of you seeing as he tore your dress up and his suit got damaged in the battle earlier, the only piece of clothing still intact was his dress jacket and that wouldn't do much for either of you. He glances one last time to the digital clock on the nightstand and sees that its past midnight.

One more day until we’re married.

And he sleeps peacefully, knowing that everything will go perfectly.