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You grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his cock. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, throwing his head back and watching as your tits moved up and down with each of your movements. 

The metal from the cuffs scraped against the headboard as you moved and you leaned forward, closing your lips sloppily over his. You were both slightly worn out from earlier and when your movements started to slow slightly, Bakugou decided to take it upon himself to thrust his hips upwards into you.

But you planted your hips downwards, holding back the moans that were about to erupt from your lips after feeling his dick thrust in you. “I told you,” you started, slightly out of breath. “You’re not calling the shots.”

“Yeah? That why you’re slowin’ down?” He asked with a cocky smirk.

“Would you just shut up?” You said in annoyance, lifting yourself up and off of his lap so his dick slid right out of you.

Bakugou watched as you leaned over to your nightstand and opened one of the drawers, grabbing something. He was cursing in his head, his dick so hard and rigid and leaking with precome that it hurt.

You sat back up, holding your sleep eye mask in your hand and holding it over his head. “The fuck are you doin’?” He asked as you slid the mask onto his forehead.

Your lips curled up into a smile. “Oh, nothing,” you sang and slid the mask down to cover his eyes.

Bakugou swallowed in anticipation and he flinched when he started to hear a buzzing sound. He then choked on a gasp when he felt a small vibration along the side of his cock.

You had taken one of your small bullet vibrators and were now gently sliding it along his shaft. “Fuck!” Bakugou cursed. “W-What the hell–?”

“Does it feel good?” You asked, taking in his expression and you could hear how hard he was clenching his teeth, trying not to give you the satisfaction of hearing his moans.

But Bakugou could only try so hard as small whimpers escaped his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He grunted, his body writhing slightly from the sensation.

His red mushroom tip was swollen, both from having to come and from orgasming not that long ago. “Does my pretty boy wanna come?” You cooed, dragging the vibrator all along his length, his tip, his balls, and across his slit.

Bakugou’s fists clenched with the handcuffs. “F-Fuck you,” he choked out, throwing his head back.

“Aw, that’s not very nice now is it, baby?” You taunted, your free hand going down and holding his balls, rolling it in your hand.

Bakugou gasped, his mouth falling open. “Y-You tryna fuckin’ k-kill me?” He asked in earnest, his hands shaking.

“Oh, I would never wanna hurt my sweet boy,” you teased. “You must be in a lot of pain, Kats. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Plain and simple.”

Bakugou whimpered, his lips trembling when you increased the intensity of the vibrator. But as much as he tried to push against you, not being accustomed to being the non-dominant one in bed, he had to give in to you.

“Let me– come–” He choked out.

“Uh, uh,” you tsked. “You have to be nice, sweetheart. Now ask me again.”

“Just wait till I’m outta– these fuckin’ cuffs–” His threats got stuck in his throat when you gave his balls a squeeze.

“I told you to be nice, Katsuki,” you said more sternly. 

Bakugou swallowed, his Adam’s apple going up and down in his throat. “Please– let me come–”

“Not good enough~” You practically sang.

“Baby, I can’t take it anymore,” Bakugou cried, his lips overturning. “I-It fuckin’ hurts–”

“I know, honey,” you said with false sympathy, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Despite your words and your act of affection, you still continued your torturous movements along his cock and balls. “But I wanna hear my baby beg. More.”

Bakugou took a few breaths as beads and beads of precome dribbled out of his tip. “Please, baby. Let me come. I-I won’t say anythin’ else, I’ll be good. Please. I’m gonna fuckin’ bust, please, Y/N.”

You let go of his testicles, reaching up and caressing his face. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, wrapping your manicured fingers around his dick. When you began to bob your hand up and down, you didn’t spare any niceties, going straight into business and pleasuring him.

“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, biting his lip.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, your thumb brushing his lips as you continued to fist his cock in your hand.

“S-So good,” he moaned, his hips thrusting upwards into your hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” You asked, noticing he was nearing his orgasm due to being on the verge of coming for a while.

Bakugou nodded his head vigorously. “Yes!”

You smiled triumphantly, releasing your hold around him and ducking your head so your lips wrapped around his cock.

You bobbed your head and Bakugou fucked your mouth, causing you to gag around him. His sloppy movements continued until he came, spurts of come filling your mouth. And you swallowed every last drop.

Once Bakugou finished his orgasm, he collapsed back onto the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard. He panted, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

You unlatched from his around cock, licking your lips in satisfaction. Reaching forward, you slipped the eye mask off from his face and he squinted as he adjusted to the light again.

“You’re– a fuckin’– asshole–” He sputtered in between breaths as he closed his eyes.

You grinned, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. “Love you, too, Kats.”

“You’re lucky I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he warned. “‘Cause I woulda fucked you through the bed for pullin’ that shit.”

“Really?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “You seemed to enjoy it though. Especially with the way you were moaning and begging.”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned a pinkish hue as he glared at you. “Just get this shit offa me,” he ordered, yanking at his wrists.

“Ask nicely,” you teased.

“Y/N.”

You laughed, grabbing the key from the nightstand and undoing the cuffs. “It’s just so fun teasing you.”

“Fun for fuckin’ who,” he grumbled, rubbing his wrists that had gotten slightly cut up from the metal cuffs. “You couldn’t’ve gotten the fuzzy shit?”

“Thought these would be more fun,” you said, swinging the handcuffs around one finger before tossing them aside. You got on his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his neck. “Did you like it?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, scratching the nape of his neck. “Well… one of my friends just sent me a video from a while ago and I was watching it.”

“What video?” You asked while sitting beside him.

Katsuo didn’t respond and simply turned his laptop screen so you could see. And the sight made you burst out into laughter. Reading the title: Dynamite Reads Thirst Tweets was enough to have you howling. 

A blush crept up Katsuo’s neck and spread across his face. “Why the hell would Dad do this?”

You attempted to give him a response but couldn’t stop your laughter, only frustrating your eighteen-year-old son even more. “Mom!” He exclaimed in annoyance.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said with a sigh, wiping the corners of your eyes. “I never thought you’d see this, oh god.”

You had to look away from the screen to prevent yourself from laughing even further. “Dad’s PR agent at the time thought it’d be a ‘good look’ for his ranking if he did the video.”

Katsuo cringed, glancing at one of the raunchy tweets displayed on the screen. “... People actually say stuff like that about Dad?”

You shrugged. “It’s weird for you ‘cause it’s your father.”

“No, it’s just weird!” Katsuo exclaimed, slamming his laptop shut.

“Believe it or not, when I found that video, you watched it with us when you were a baby,” you said and you had to prevent yourself from laughing at his absolutely horrified expression.

As if he heard you were talking about him, Bakugou came through the front door after another long day of work. He looked up, seeing that you and Katsuo were in the dining room as he took his shoes off and approached you both.

“What’re you two up to?” He asked.

“Great that you ask that,” you said with a grin. “Tsuo just found that video of you reading thirst tweets.”

You watched with amusement as Bakugou’s body went rigid, as if his worst nightmare had come true. He looked over to Katsuo. “Why the fuck are you watchin’ that shit?”

“It wasn’t willingly!” Katsuo nearly shrieked, his blush only getting more intense. “My friend sent it to me!”

You all heard soft footsteps come down from the staircase as Suki entered the dining room, most likely trying to see what all the fuss was about. “What did your friend send you?” She asked innocently. 

And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he truly did but it was difficult balancing it all which was the reason why he never did relationships before you.

So Bakugou sat on his couch, staring at the TV mindlessly, attempting to not think about you and about the argument you had that resulted in you walking out and going who knows where.

The first few hours, Bakugou was annoyed. But as the hours dwindled by and more time passed, the less angry and frustrated he got. And the less angry and frustrated he was, the more worried he became.

It had been five hours and you still hadn’t shown up. He assumed you needed to cool down but it was way past sunset. Where could you be?

Bakugou grabbed his phone, speed dialing your number that went straight to voicemail. He decided to then send a text. I’m sorry. Come back. Answer the phone.

He called again and again, but still no answer.

He told himself he’d call once more before he’d go out and search for you all night if he had to and that was when the line finally picked up. Only it wasn’t your voice he heard. 

“Hello?” A man’s voice asked.

Bakugou felt his blood run cold. “Who is this?” He asked. 

“Hi, sir. Are you related to the owner of this phone?” The man asked.

“She’s my girlfriend,” Bakugou answered curtly, attempting to calm down before he took his anger out on this stranger. 

“I see. Well there was a villain attack near the Tatooin shopping district and unfortunately your girlfriend got caught up in it,” the man explained. 

Bakugou listened with his heart hammering in his chest, immediately grabbing his keys and a jacket. “Where is she.”

“She’s being transported to Central Hospital. I’m a paramedic and we’re working on getting all of the victims transported there.”

Bakugou quickly thanked the man and hung up, bolting out of his apartment.

After finding out where you were, Bakugou zipped through the emergency room as fast as his legs could take him. When he finally did see you, you were sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, a nurse in front of you about to draw your blood.

You turned your head, noticing his presence, your eyes widening slightly. “Kats–”

You were cut off by Bakugou nearly tackling you into a hug. To say you were taken aback would have been an understatement. He had his arms wrapped around you and you had stood up.

“Fuck, I was so scared,” Bakugou say breathlessly into your hair. 

You smiled, pulling away and looking up at him. “I’m okay. Really.”

Bakugou held your face in his hands, his crimson eyes searching for any sign of pain or injury. You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. Even after dating for months he still had the ability to make you fidget under his stare. 

“A villain blew up a building while I was on my way home,” you started to explain. “I was standing on the street and there was glass everywhere and smoke but I’m okay now.”

Bakugou sighed, cursing to himself internally. As you and Bakugou looked back at one another, with so many words that you wanted to say to the other on the tip of your tongues, the nurse who was still very much in the room cleared her throat.

“Sorry to interrupt but could I finish this real quick? I’ll be out soon,” the nurse said, pointing to your blood work that she still hadn’t gotten the opportunity to draw. 

Your face heated up and one glance at Bakugou’s blushing pink face showed that he was just as embarrassed. “O-Of course! Sorry about that.”

The nurse held back a laugh as she drew your blood, telling you the doctor would come in to do one last check up before you were free to go and then she left, leaving you and Bakugou alone.

Bakugou sat beside you on the bed, bringing a hand up as his calloused thumb caressed your cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve said any of that shit. I should’ve gone after you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t make me do anything, Kats. I left on my own… but you do drive me insane sometimes.”

Bakugou let out a breathless laugh before looking back at you. “I know I work a lot. And I know I cancel on dates sometimes and make you wait on me and shit but… I’m sorry.”

You stared back at him, your heart thumping loudly in your chest as he continued. “I’m gonna do better for you, Y/N. I swear it. ‘Cause you’re worth it and I don’t want anyone else.”

You smiled, putting a hand over his cupping your cheek and kissing his palm. “Thank you. I don’t expect you to stop working ever again. I just wanna see you more. ‘Cause I miss you.”

You tossed your bag onto the couch, spinning around to face him. “Why do you think every damn man in the world who interacts with me is flirting with me?”

“‘Cause they are,” Bakugou said bluntly, kicking his shoes off.

You rolled your eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re attracted to me doesn’t mean everyone else is. Some people just happen to exist near me.”

“Yeah? Well that fucker was flirting with you,” Bakugou huffed, unclasping his watch and sliding his rings off before setting them down on the kitchen counter. 

“He’s a new teacher at the school and I was just training him.”

“Yeah, ‘training.’ Is that why he was so fuckin’ close to you?” Bakugou retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He was just looking over my shoulder at my desk!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. 

“You don’t get that fuckin’ close to somebody ‘less you got feelings for ‘em.”

“In what world does that happen?”

“This fuckin’ one!” Bakugou exclaimed, getting more and more frustrated with you as his brows furrowed so much a vein was popping out in his forehead.

But he wasn’t the only frustrated one and you simply rolled your eyes, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. “I’m over this.”

“Nah,” Bakugou said, storming after you. “You don’t get to walk away from me. Not for this shit.”

“Watch me.”

Before you could slip into the bathroom and lock the door on him, which was your initial plan, Bakugou grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping you.

You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened and enraged. “You don’t get to be possessive, Katsuki. Not for stupid shit like this. I’m not going to listen to you.” 

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw. “So what? I’m supposed to stay away from him now? Just ‘cause you’re delusional?”

“I’m not fuckin’ delusional.”

You shook off his grip around your wrist. “Yes you are!”

“You need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to everybody, Y/N,” Bakugou said, pointing a finger at you and taking a step closer and you took one backwards, your back meeting the wall. “Not everybody has good intentions.”

You rolled your eyes. “What, so that’s why you’re an asshole all the time?” Bakugou didn’t even respond, his eye twitching giving away how he was feeling.

You pressed your palms against his chest, attempting to push him away. “You’re pissing me off, Katsuki. Get away from me.”

But he didn’t budge. “No.”

It was no use. The more you pushed the more rigid his body became and to be fair, he was all muscle; there was no way you’d ever beat him in this.

You slammed your hands against his chest in frustration, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking annoying!”

Bakugou just stared back at you as you glared up at him and it was like a switch flipped in both of your heads at the same time. It didn't take long for you to reach out to each other, your lips practically smashing against his.

Bakugou pushed you up against the wall, his hands aggressively pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. You grabbed the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and tossing it aside.                                                     

He spun you around, two fingers angrily rubbing against your clit, causing you to gasp. He wrapped his arm around your chest, keeping you in place against his chest, your fingers gripping his arm.

“Always testin’ my fuckin’ patience,” Bakugou gritted out through clenched teeth, his fingers sinking into your pussy as he rapidly moved his fingers. 

“Y-You’re the one testing mine,” you choked out stubbornly, gasping at the speed he was fingering you. Usually Bakugou liked to take his time with you and draw out your climax as excruciatingly long as he possibly could. 

But he was pissed.

“Already this fuckin’ wet,” he cooed in your ear, the squelching of your pussy against his fingers echoing in the bedroom. “Had the nerve to pick a fight with me with this wet ass pussy.”

“S-Shut up,” you sputtered, squeezing your eyes shut as his palm ground down against your clit. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor and despite how frustrated you were and wanting to hold out longer, Bakugou was making it his mission to make you come quick. 

And come quick you did.

You clenched your thighs around his hand, knees shaking as your orgasm washed over your body, suppressing your whimpers to the best of your ability.

Before your body could even recover from your orgasm, Bakugou pulled his fingers out, turning you around and pushing you back onto the bed. You looked up at him in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants and boxers off. You proceeded to do the same with your shirt, unbuttoning it as quick as you could and tossing it aside along with your bra. The two of you did this in silence, practically glaring at each other as the tension only increased in the room.

Bakugou grabbed you by the hips, maneuvering you so you were in the center of the bed and he nestled his body in between your legs, his dick pressing against your slick folds.

He bent down and kissed you, his lips aggressively moving against yours and you kept up with him, refusing to let him dominate you. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, his thick shaft stretching you out.

Bakugou smirked. “What, you’re not gonna say shit now?”

You glared at him, hands pressed against his chest. Before you could bite out a threat, Bakugou started moving his hips, his cock ramming in and out of you.

He pushed your knees so close to your body that they practically touched your shoulders and he hovered slightly while he thrusted.

“Fuck!” You cursed, your hands gripping his arms that kept your legs in place. 

“Where’d all that fire go, princess?” He asked in between your whimpers. “Thought I was pissing you off.”

You bit your lip, attempting to curse him out but the sensation of the speed of his cock going in and out was too much for your brain to process. “K-Kats-uki–” You moaned.

Bakugou’s face broke out into a shit-eating grin, satisfied now that you were moaning his name. “Should record you like this,” he said in between his pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. “You under me, cryin’ my name out. Should sent it to that fucker from school.”

“Y-You’re insane–” You managed to choke out, screwing your eyes shut as the pleasure of his cockhead kissing your sweet spot repeatedly became too much.

Bakugou stopped his movements, his cock still rammed all the way inside you. He dipped his head down so his face was inches from you. “You’re fuckin’ mine, got it?”

You clenched your teeth. As much as his possessiveness and jealousy frustrated you at times, you couldn’t help how your clit throbbed just hearing him. “Just s-shut up– and fuck me–”

Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so you were flat on your stomach. Then he took you by the hips, propping your ass up and then slid his dick back inside you hard enough to make your toes curl. 

“Shit!” You said with a gasp, arching your back.

He brought a hand down and slapped your ass. “You don’t get to call the shots,” he hissed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back as he continued to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth. “Not when you’re under me takin’ my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.”

You could barely breathe with your face squished against the pillows, gasping for air from the intensity of his cock. Any time Bakugou thought you were getting too quiet, he’d slap your ass, earning him a yelp and a whimper from you as your walls began to tighten and clench around his dick.

It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, tears stinging your eyes as your nails dug into your palms. Your legs shook beneath you and your screams were muffled against the sheets. 

You were creaming around Bakugou’s dick and that coupled with your moans and the way your pussy was gripping his cock was enough to make him come. Ropes of come spurted out of him and he groaned, making sure to ram himself as deep inside as he could to ensure that you milked every last drop out of him.

When he pulled out, your body went limp and he sat back on his heels, watching with satisfaction as his come trickled out of you. Only then did he collapse beside you.

For a moment you were both quiet, only the sound of the electrical hum from the lights along with both of your panting as you attempted to catch your breaths filling the room.

You turned your head so you could see him, your body throbbing. “Okay… maybe he was flirting…”

Bakugou whipped his head over to your direction. “Now you fuckin’ agree with me?”

You propped yourself up slightly with your elbows. “You were annoying me. I couldn’t just agree with you.”

“Unbelievable,” Bakugou mumbled, turning his head so he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes. 

You pushed your body up, arms shaking as you did so, and sat up, looking down at him. “Sit against the headboard,” you ordered.

Bakugou’s eyes shot open, glancing at you. “Why?” He asked, his eyes flashing with excitement. 

“‘Cause you’re pissing me off again and you don’t get to call the shots all the time,” you huffed, leaning over to your nightstand and opening one of your drawers.

Bakugou’s swollen lips curled up into a smile and he was quick to sit up, listening to your orders and pressing his back against the headboard.

When he saw the handcuffs in your hands, it was enough to make his dick harden in seconds, watching hungrily as you went over and straddled him. 

As the kids got ready to leave for the end of the school day, Katsuo, who had recently joined your class the past school year, ran up to you excitedly.

“That was so cool, Momma!” He exclaimed, his crimson eyes shining as he looked up at you.

You smiled, crouching down and fixing the collar to his school uniform. “Baby, remember I’m Mrs. Bakugou at school,” you said while waving goodbye to your other students.

Katsuo gasped. “Oh! Sorry, Momma-Mrs. Bakugou.”

You laughed, standing up and holding his hand. “We’ll work on it.”

Bakugou texted you, letting you know he was in the parking lot to pick you and your son up. As you held Katsuo’s hand and made your way outside of your class once the other students had left, Shouto approached you with a warm smile. 

“Thank you for inviting me to talk to the kids,” he said and Katsuo grabbed your pant leg.

“Oh, of course!” You exclaimed, locking your classroom door. “Thank you for showing up. The kids loved it.”

Katsuo nodded. “You’re so cool, Mr. Shouto!” Shouto chuckled and thanked him as the three of you began to exit the school and go out into the school yard. 

“Do you work with my Daddy a lot?” Katsuo asked, hopping down the stairs as you held his hand, making sure he didn’t fall.

“Sometimes,” Shouto said. “But he likes doing solo jobs more so I don’t see him that much.”

“Sounds like Katsuki,” you mumbled. 

When you reached the school yard, in front of the parking lot, Shouto turned to you. “Well, I’ve got to run. Please reach out to my agency if you ever want to do something like this with the kids again.”

“Thank you, I will,” you said with a smile.

Katsuo waved goodbye. “Bye bye!”

You laughed as you saw a hoard of students run towards Shouto, excited to see a top hero at their school. Avoiding the crowd, you and Katsuo walked hand-in-hand to the lot and spotted your husband, who was leaning back on his Porsche with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Daddy!” Katsuo exclaimed, running towards his father as his backpack jumped up and down with his little run.

Bakugou smiled, crouching down and scooping Katsuo in his arms, peppering his cheek with kisses and causing Katsuo to shriek into laughter.

He settled Katsuo in his arms, opening the back door and quickly buckling Katsuo up in his booster seat and taking his backpack off. Normally when Bakugou would pick you up at times, he’d greet you with a hug and a kiss but today, he looked perturbed. 

He closed the door and turned to you. “What was that about?”

You blinked at him. “What was what about?”

“Why were you talkin’ to Icy Hot?” Bakugou questioned, opening his trunk and setting Katsuo backpack aside. 

You furrowed your brows at him. “Don’t call him that.”

“And why not?” Bakugou asked, looking bewildered. 

“‘Cause it’s rude,” you answered, putting your own bag beside Katsuo’s and closing the trunk. 

Bakugou scoffed. “I call everybody shit like that.”

And you were aware of this. “Doesn’t make it okay,” you said simply.

When you moved to sit in the passenger seat, Bakugou grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him. “Why was he talkin’ to you.”

“What?” You asked, still confused. “It was career day.”

“So?”

“Well, I called his agency to see if he was available to talk to the kids and he said yes. Why’re you getting so worked up about this?”

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Bakugou asked.

“I did, Kats. Months ago but you said you’d be busy,” you reminded him.

“I would’ve fuckin’ said yes if I knew he was gonna show up,” Bakugou grumbled, looking over to the school yard where Shouto was still greeting all of the children crowded around him.

“What’s wrong? I thought he was your friend.”

Bakugou scowled, walking over to the driver’s side of the car and opening the door. “He’s not my fuckin’ friend. He fuckin’ wishes.”

You just shook your head, getting in the car as well. “Well, Shouto’s sweet so you’re just overreacting.”

He glanced over at you like you had said the most offensive thing and tutted while he started the car, proceeding to drive home.

“Mr. Shouto’s so nice,” Katsuo said from the backseat.

“Whatever,” Bakugou mumbled, clearly annoyed.

“Stop that,” you said, low enough that Katsuo wouldn’t hear.

But Katsuo didn’t need to hear anything to tell something was up. “Is something wrong, Daddy?”

“It’s nothing, baby,” you said, looking over your shoulder at your son.

Katsuo frowned. “But Daddy looks mad…”

Bakugou glanced at Katsuo through the rearview mirror. “I’m okay, bud.” And like that the rest of the drive was relatively quiet except for Katsuo talking about his school day.

Katsuo wished you a good night again as you left his room and closed his door behind you. When you went into your bedroom, Bakugou had gotten out of the shower and was in the middle of taking his shirt off to get into bed.

“Are you done acting like a child?” You asked as you closed the door behind you.

Bakugou tossed his shirt aside, sitting back up against the headboard of the bed and didn’t say anything and you sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him.

“I don’t know why you get so jealous, Kats,” you said.

“I’m not jealous,” Bakugou refuted immediately.

“And you believe that?”

Bakugou just glared at you and you had to hold back a laugh. You slid closer and held his hand in yours. “You have no reason to be jealous… I married you and I carried your child.”

Bakugou met your gaze as you continued. “Never once in my life, since we’ve been together, have I ever wanted to be with anyone else,” you said confidently.

Bakugou sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know… I just get annoyed when other people even look at you.”

You laughed. “That’s ridiculous, Kats.” 

Bakugou glanced back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You looked happy talkin’ to him though.”

You rolled your eyes. “God forbid I smile at someone.”

“No. That smile’s for me,” Bakugou huffed.

You held back a smile, leaning in closer. “Is it really?”

“Mm,” Bakugou hummed, kissing you softly. You giggled as he pulled you to him, hugging you in his arms as you laid on top of him. 

“Also, that fucker pisses me off,” Bakugou mumbled after a while.  

“I don’t know why,” you said, rolling over and laying beside him. “He’s so sweet.”

“... That’s it. I’m goin’ to his agency and jumpin’ his ass.”

The clock was about to strike midnight, ending your anniversary, and right when you were about to lose hope and head to bed, the door burst open, startling you.

Bakugou heaved, bent over slightly. He was in his hero suit and he looked incredibly disheveled. When you approached him upon closer inspection you saw that he was covered in cuts and bruises. His hero suit was torn at various places and he quite literally looked as if an entire building had collapsed on top of him.

“Katsuki!” You exclaimed.

“Fuck–” Bakugou said in between his breaths. “I– made it–”

He checked the time and reached out to grab your hand, pulling you out into the hallway of your apartment complex, and shutting the door behind him. “C’mon, we can still make it to dinner.”

“Kats, wait,” you said, struggling to keep up as he dragged you along until you reached the elevator. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s just a scratch,” Bakugou said in an attempt to reassure you. “Fuck, there was an attack on the way here but I had to get back in time. For our date.”

You watched in horror as a thick stream of blood dripped from his head and stained the side of his face. “You’re bleeding! Let’s just go back–”

“No, we’ve gotta get there,” Bakugou said adamantly, restless as he waited impatiently for the elevator.

“We can just have dinner at home,” you said, pulling on his arm that still tightly held your hand. He seemed dazed, focused on something else entirely. Any annoyance you felt earlier had dissipated and now you were concerned about him.

Bakugou looked at you like you had two heads. “It’s our anniversary.”

The elevator doors opened right when you opened your mouth to say something and Bakugou pulled you inside, aggressively and repeatedly punching the lobby button until the doors closed.

Bakugou leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes momentarily. “I can’t lose you…” Bakugou said in a whisper.

You squeezed his hand, putting your other hand to his chest. “You’re not ever losing me. I know how busy you are but you’ve been working on it. I’m not upset about you being late if that’s what this is about.”

Bakugou nodded slightly, running a hand through his hair and wincing, looking at his palm now covered in blood. “Fuck…”

“Let’s just go to a hospital, Kats,” you said, getting more and more worried.

“I’m fine.”

“Katsuki!”

Before you could yell at him further, the elevator shook slightly, causing you and Bakugou to go wide-eyed. It stopped moving, the screen displaying the fifth floor where it was at currently but the doors were still closed. Bakugou pressed the lobby button again but the elevator didn’t move. 

It had broken down; and you were both stuck.

“God fucking dammit,” Bakugou cursed, slamming the emergency button.

Shortly after, an operator picked up the call, informing you that help was on the way and to ‘sit tight’ until then.

After getting off the call, Bakugou slid down against the elevator wall, sitting on the floor with his knees bent. You sat beside him, watching as he tore his eye mask from his head, rubbing his eyes and smearing his black liner he always wore with the mask.

The blood still smeared his skin and you slipped off your coat, holding it to his head since it was the only loose clothing you had to collect the blood. “What’s going on?” You asked, continuing to press your coat to his wound.

He winced from the pressure. “What do you mean?”

You pulled the coat away from his face. “Why do we need to make our reservation?”

Bakugou blinked back at you. “‘Cause it’s our anniversary… and I wanted to make this special.”

“That’s sweet but I can’t see you hurt like this,” you said with a shake of your head. “No dinner’s worth that.”

“I’m fine,” Bakugou repeated.

“No, you’re not!” You exclaimed, growing frustrated. “Don’t lie to me.”

Bakugou looked back at you and sighed, looking up at the dim lighting on the ceiling. “Fuck, I just wanted everythin’ to go perfect for once.”

You looped your arm into his, looking up at him. “I think the blood loss is getting to you…”

Bakugou let out a laugh, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. He looked back at you, his gaze softening. “You’re everythin’ to me. And I know I’m always workin’ but I wanna show you how much you mean to me… that’s why I wanted to get to dinner tonight.”

You smiled. “You do show me how much I mean to you. Everyday, Kats. It’s okay if we miss one dinner.”

“No, it’s not,” Bakugou refuted. “Shit, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

You were getting more and more confused. Sure Bakugou was always apologetic if he was late to your date or dinner plans but he was never as urgent as he was that day. His behavior wasn’t adding up and you knew something else was going on.

Bakugou held your hand in his, turning slightly towards you with a groan as his body ached with every movement. “I love you more than anythin’... and I don’t wanna ever be without you.”

He let out a laugh, his free hand going into his pocket and he held something in his fist. “Was supposed to do this during dinner. Y’know, with candles under the moonlight and fireworks and shit but now we’re stuck in a fuckin’ elevator.”

You stared back at him with furrowed brows, just about to question him until you choked on a gasp. 

He opened his fist, revealing a red velvet box. He flicked it open, revealing an extremely large diamond ring inside, shining and sparkling brilliantly even under the poor lighting of the elevator shaft. 

You covered your mouth with your hand, completely frozen at the sight of the diamond ring. Bakugou watched you with a small smile, his eyelids getting heavy as he blinked slowly. 

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” Bakugou said softly. “I’ve known for a while now and I can’t let you go so…”

You stared right into his crimson eyes as he asked, “Y/N… will you marry me?”

The tears were immediate and you covered your face in your hands. “Of course I’ll marry you, you idiot,” you said in between your sobs.

You nearly tackled him to the floor as you embraced him, your arms wound around his neck and he wrapped an arm around your waist, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. “This is what you were about to sacrifice your life for?” You asked, tears still streaming down your face.

Bakugou let out a laugh and you pulled away, holding his face in your hands. His beautiful, scarred face that was all cut up and bruised. “You could’ve just waited. We should’ve gone to the hospital first.”

“Nah, you’re worth it,” Bakugou said. “Couldn’t wait a second longer. I didn’t even have the patience to go on one knee.”

“Oh, Kats,” you murmured.

“Been planning this for a long time and I wanted things to go right… y’know on our anniversary,” Bakugou said, his words coming out slower than he intended.

You smiled, kissing him softly. “It’s okay.”

He grabbed the box, taking the ring out and carefully sliding it onto your finger with his shaky hands.

“Finally,” he murmured.

And then he passed out, his body slumping back and lying on the floor.

When Bakugou finally woke up, it had been well past two in the morning and you were exhausted beyond belief. 

He looked over to where you sat beside his hospital bed on a stool, blinking rapidly as his eyesight adjusted. “Where am I?”

You straightened your back after hearing his voice, not realizing he had awoken. “The hospital.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, sitting up and putting a hand to his aching forehead that was now bandaged. “Was… that a dream?”

“What? This?” You asked with a smile, raising your left hand and showing off your new diamond ring.

 Bakugou grinned, throwing his head back. “Thank fuckin’ god.”

“Some firefighters came to get us out of the elevator and they brought us here,” you explained, catching him up to speed.

“Oh,” Bakugou simply said.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, taking his hand in yours.

“Fine… head fuckin’ hurts but better,” Bakugou grumbled.

The door slid open and the doctor walked in, holding a clipboard and smiling when she realized Bakugou had awoken. “Alright, Mr. Dynamight. You had a deep cut on your forehead but we were able to stitch it together. We also gave you some pain meds because, well, you were pretty banged up, which is a severe understatement. We advise that you stay the night.”

“Okay. Thanks,” Bakugou said despondently.  

The doctor glanced over to you. “Are you family?”

“Um, I’m his gi– I mean fiancee. I’m his fiancee,” you corrected yourself, causing Bakugou to grin.

The doctor nodded. “Okay. Please feel free to stay as well.” She left shortly after that.

Bakugou leaned back with a sigh. “Man, spendin’ our first day engaged in a fuckin’ hospital…”

“And who’s fault is that?” You quipped.

“Yeah, yeah.”

You squeezed his hand. “From now on don’t do things like this again. You’ll make me worry more than I already do.”

“Can’t guarantee that…” Bakugou said then he smirked. “Should’ve thought about that before you decided to spend the rest of your life with me.”