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You sighed as you trudged into work the next morning, feeling like approximately fifty-three trucks had driven over you. Your ribs were incredibly sore and your head pounded from lack of sleep, but you needed to debrief Best Jeanist on the successful bust from the night before and to finish up your paperwork.
You rounded a corner, nearly bumping into Bakugou in the process. "Fuck, you look like shit," he said, handing you a large paper cup of coffee.
You grabbed the coffee greedily, taking a deep grateful drink. "Ah, thank you," you breathed out tranquilly. "For the coffee I mean," you quickly amended with a withering glare, "not for telling me I look like terrible."
"You're welcome for both," he replied, taking a sip of his own caffeinated beverage.
You whacked him lightly on the arm in retaliation before pushing upon the door to the agency, grimacing slightly from the effort.
"How're the ribs today?" He asked, reaching over you to finish pushing the heavy door open.
"Super sore. Kinda hurts to breath." You frowned slightly. Huh, you hadn't planned on telling him how your ribs actually felt. Weird. Must be a side affect from your lack of sleep.
He raised an eyebrow, also clearly surprised at your honesty. "That so? You gonna take the proper time off to let them heal then?"
"No."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
The majority of the morning was spent finishing your piles of paperwork. It was your least favourite aspect of your job. By mid morning you and Bakugou had finally finished the paperwork and were seated in Best Jeanist's office.
Best Jeanist peered at you both from over the high collar of his hero suit. You wondered if he was smiling or frowning. "I hear congratulations are in order," he began, his eyes starting to crinkle.
"Thank you, sir," you replied with a broad smile. Bakugou nodded his head once in acknowledgement.
"So there were no problems or hiccups?" Best Jeanist pressed.
You didn't answer, nonchalantly picking at your fingernails as you waited for Bakugou to assure him that everything had gone smoothly.
"There was one," Bakugou said slowly with a frown.
Your head spun violently towards Bakugou to watch him carefully. Bitch better not.
"Oh? What happened? Is it in the report?"
"No, sir. I omitted it."
You began to sweat, your wide eyes trained on Bakugou, not even sparing a glance at Best Jeanist. Bakugou on the other hand, kept his gaze fixed on your deceptively calm boss.
"And why did you do that?"
"To protect Y/N."
"I see. And what happened?"
"She engaged in combat with the boss without proper support. She also didn't inform anyone of her actions." Bakugou looked pained as he said this.
Your mouth dropped open in shock. What. The. Fuck. That snitch!
Best Jeanist raised his hands to rub at his temples. "Y/N, I've warned you countless times about breaking protocol."
Your head lowered submissively. You quickly pushed away your fury at Bakugou as you answered with repentance, "Yes, sir. I'm very sorry."
"I'm afraid I'll need to suspend you for a week. This will give your injuries proper time to heal as well, since I assume you haven't been honest about the pain anyway."
"Yes, sir," you said mournfully.
"And the first week you return to work, you'll be on desk duty."
"But, sir!" You tried to protest.
"Should I make it two weeks?"
"No thank you. I'll take a week," you said meekly.
"Good." Best Jeanist turned to Bakugou who looked a bit dazed. "Bakugou, you'll join her with desk duty. As punishment for being dishonest on your report."
Bakugou's hands and jaw clenched, but he answered accordingly, "I understand."
"You're both excused."
You got up from your chair and stormed out of the office, Bakugou hot on your heels.
"Ghosty, wait!"
You continued speed walking back to your desk, throwing up your middle finger behind you as your response. A large hand caught your arm and spun you around to face Bakugou, who admittedly, looked apologetic.
"Do you mind?" You hissed, "I'm in a hurry and have no time for filthy traitors."
"Look, I'm fucking sorry! I don't know why I told him!" He begged in a strained voice.
"Ha!" You let out a mirthless laugh. "You expect me to believe that?"
"It's true! Have I ever ratted you out before?"
"No," you admitted begrudgingly. "So why this time, Benedict Arnold?"
He released your arm to shrug helplessly. "Fuck if I know. Sleep deprivation? All I know is I kinda answered his question almost robotically and without thinking."
"Yeah, you definitely weren't thinking," you agreed scathingly.
He groaned in frustration. "I didn't mean for it to happen, alright?"
You sighed, exhaustion and hunger suddenly overpowering your emotions, demoting your anger at Bakugou to a lesser importance. "Fine. Whatever. Let's go eat, okay? And you're buying, Mr. Snitch."
"I deserve that."
***
"Mmm," you hummed, rolling your eyes back into your head as you took your first bit of the food you had been craving for days.
"That better not be your O face," Bakugou said with snark, "Cause if it is, I feel bad for the guys that have look at it."
You kicked him from beneath the table. "Shut your pie hole, Blasty, or I'll make you carry my purse on the way back."
He snorted. "Like I fucking care about that. Give me a hundred purses, I'll carry them all without complaint."
You scowled. That was probably true, his lack of basic human inhibition made it so that it was nearly impossible to embarrass the feisty blond. Most of your threats left him laughing from your 'lack of imagination,' as he would say.
"I doubt your O face is much better," you grumbled, feeling the familiar waves of agitation begin to wash over you.
"Meh, how would I know? Not like I'm looking into a mirror when I cum."
"I'm honesty surprised you don't jack off to your own image," you mused, delicately dabbing at your lips with your napkin. "Seems like something an egomaniac like yourself would do."
"Shut it, ghoul."
"Or what?" You taunted.
"Or I'll pull you over my knee and spank you," he threw back, his eyes dark.
You gulped, that actually sounded like a treat to you. Not that you would ever admit that to him. "Like you have the balls," you said breezily.
"Is that a challenge?" His eyes glinted.
"Yes." You mentally cringed. What were you saying?
He looked taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered, smirking down at you. "Really? Are you saying you want me to spank you?"
"Yes." You slapped a hand over your mouth.
He seemed to choke for a minute. "Wow."
You stared down at your half finished meal as you silently had a nervous breakdown. He was going to think you were a freak.
"What else would you like me to do to you?" His voice was soft and unsure.
"Everything." You were going to die from embarrassment.
His gaze was dark and predatory. His hands gripped the sides of the table, his knuckles white.
His reaction made you suddenly feel brave. "Do-do you want to spank me?"
"Fuck yes." His voice was as smooth and inviting as velvet.
"Do you want to kiss me?" You ventured further.
"Since the moment I laid eyes on you."
You had both started leaning closer and closer to each other across the small table, an invisible force pulling you together, until finally your lips met in a tantalizing kiss.
Bakugou pulled away first, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "I don't know where this honesty is coming from, but do you want take this back to my place?" His grin was cocky, he knew you were going to say yes.
"Cheque please!"
***
Your back slammed against the door to Bakugou's apartment but you felt no pain from your injured ribs, losing yourself completely in the kiss. He lifted your legs to wrap around his waist as he began to pepper kisses along your jaw.
You struggled to hold back a moan. "Shouldn't we wait until we're, ya know, inside."
"Couldn't wait another minute," he said gruffly. But he pulled out his keys and hastily unlocked the door, causing you both to stumble in, your lips locked once again.
He carried you down the hallway you had walked a hundred times, to the bedroom you had never stepped foot in before, never having a reason to before today. By the time you were inside you had both lost your shirts, and you your brassiere, your bare chests pushed together tightly. He broke away from your mouth to toss you playfully onto the bed, staring down at you appreciatively. You stared at his growing bulge appreciatively. He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground around his feet, before stepping out of them and crawling over your sprawled body.
"This," he demanded as he tugged at your own jeans, "comes off. Now."
You acquiesced, slipping them off as his mouth travelled to your breasts, sucking and biting at the tender flesh. He grabbed your jeans, throwing them across the room carelessly. You pushed him backwards until he was standing a few feet from the bed. You sat up and looked down at his erection which showed predominantly through his black boxers. You crawled towards the edge of the bed, resting upon your knees as you reached forward grasped the bulge, moving your hand up and down and squeezing gently through the thin fabric. You slid off the bed to kneel before him, your risqué gaze unwavering from his heady one. You tugged down his boxers, exposing his length which you promptly curled your hand around, giving a few experimental strokes before opening your mouth and placing just the tip inside your warm mouth.
"Fuck," he groaned, placing his hands on your head, his fingers curling in your locks as he simultaneously pushed your head down and bucked his hips.
You gagged and swatted his hands away, glaring reproachfully at him. He scowled back at you but moved his hands to his sides. Satisfied that he was being a good boy, for once, you returned to his cock, rubbing your right hand up and down his shaft in rhythm with your mouth. You left hand carefully cradled his scrotum, squeezing delicately at the tender balls.
Bakugou stood motionless during your ministrations, his chest heaving and his hands clenching and unclenching into tight fists as a few strangled moans flew off his lips. His hips jerked violently and he stepped away from your mouth, helping you to your feet and pushing you back down onto the bed, resuming your original position of him above you on all fours. He recaptured your lips, nipping and tugging at the plump, swollen flesh with his teeth before forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You pushed back with your own tongue, the two muscles twisting and dancing between you.
His hand splayed across your stomach, massaging your there for a moment before travelling down to your underwear. He wasted no time playing with the waistband and swiftly slid his hand between the fabric and your skin, testing your wetness before inserting a long digit inside you. You gasped out, relishing in the overdue release. You pushed you hips greedily into his palm, your kisses growing more fervid. He pulled out his finger to rub at your clitoris, alternating between soft and hard pressure. You moaned loudly, you head swinging to the side, the sheets soft against you cheek. Bakugou grabbed your chin with his free hand, turning your head back to him.
"Look at me," he ordered. You nodded obediently.
He pushed his finger, along with another one, back into you, pumping in and out of you vigorously as his thumb replaced his fingers on your clit.. Your back began to arch as you felt your orgasm peaking.
"I'm- I'm gonna-" you stuttered, throwing your head to the side again.
He pulled your face back to him for the second time. "I said look at me," he growled.
His gaze was intense and passionate, causing a somersault in your stomach that pushed you over the edge. You crumpled beneath him, gasping through your high as his fingers slowed to gentle strokes.
"We're not done yet," he whispered in your ear as he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a foil package.
He ripped open the package, pulling out the slick condom and rolling it down his length. You bit your lip in anticipation, you were exhausted from your orgasm but the thought of finally having Bakugou's cock inside you reignited your urges and you wriggled impatiently beneath him. Noticing your keenness, he smirked, lining himself up and pushing inside you at long last, causing you both to let out sighs of relief.
He slid in and out of you slowly and methodically, assumedly to give you time to adjust, but after only a minute you craved more friction and you pressed your eager hips to meet his. He understood, and thrusted faster into you, the pace quicker than you could have imagined, leaving you almost dizzy from the speed. He slowed suddenly, stilling inside you. You took advantage of the pause to roll your bodies over on the bed, ending with you on top. He seemed surprised by the new position, but not unhappy, and grinned slightly as he laid back against the mattress.
You wound your hand around his slick erection, guiding it back to your entrance, unable to stop the wimper that escaped your lips as he pushed upwards, all the way inside you, filling you entirely.
"You okay there?" He drawled, a smug look on his face. "Or am I too big for you?"
You ground down on him, biting your lip from the full sensation. "Nah," you returned in a tone equally as lazy. "If you were, I'd be screaming your name long ago."
His eyes glinted. "You challenging me, Ghost Breath?"
Before you could respond, he had you back underneath him, your stomach flat against the mattress. He laid across you, his erection pushing back into you deliciously, his thrusts strong and sure. His right hand captured your hands and held them hostage above your head as his left wiggled under you to rub at your still sensitive clit.
"Ahhh, Ka-Katsu!" You cried, "It's too much!"
"What's that?" He panted in your ear, "Are you about to scream my name?"
"N-n-no! Fuck you!"
In response he redoubled his thrusts, rocking your body from the force. The dual sensation from his cock and the attention on your bud of nerves was too much to handle and you stiffened from your second orgasm as you subsequently screamed out Bakugou's name,
"Katsuki! Oh my- Ka-Katsu!"
"Ah, fuck," he muttered as he slammed into you one last time, his movements frozen as he shook above you.
He rolled off you, laying on his back beside you as you both worked at regaining your breath.
"You screamed my name," he pointed out needlessly with a cocky grin, reaching down to slap your ass, leaving his hand to linger on the swell of your cheek.
You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. "Yeah, I did," you said truthfully.
***
One week later you sat miserably at your desk, pouting as you stared down at the piles of paper on your desk. Your suspension had flown by, Bakugou coming over to your place to "make up for lost time." It had been great. But now you sat bemoaning, your punishment now effectively doing its job. You glanced over at Bakugou who was dutifully making progress through his paperwork. At least you had the company of your boyfriend during your sentence.
You smiled dreamily. Boyfriend. Bakugou had asked you to be his girlfriend after only a few days, of, ahem, your adult activities, citing that he had to snatch you up before some dumbass did. You weren't complaining.
"Bakugou, Y/N," Best Jeanist's voice pulled you from your thoughts. He placed a white sheet of paper on your desk in front of you. "I need you to add some information from the warehouse bust the other week."
You sat up straight, intent on making up for your bad behaviour. "Yes, sir. What information is it?"
"The police finally found out the name and quirk of our nameless boss. He-"
"His quirk?" You interrupted, grabbing the sheet to analyze. "I thought he didn't have one. He never used it anyway."
Best Jeanist, who looked annoyed by your outburst, continued, "It's nothing dangerous. He may have used for all we know. It's called Candour. Essentially, he can force anyone to be a hundred percent truthful. The effect lasts for roughly twelve hours. I guess that's why he was able to hide under the radar for so long; always knew when he could trust someone or not. It made him a shrewd businessman as well."
You and Bakugou exchanged knowing glances. Best Jeanist noticed.
"What's wrong? Do you think he used it on you?" He asked.
"Who the fuck knows," Bakugou spoke, leaning back in his chair, "Y/N and I are always brutally honest so we wouldn't have noticed anyway."
"Hmm," Best Jeanist hummed noncommittally as he left the room.
You ducked your head, refusing to meet Bakugou's amused gaze. So that's where your sudden influx of honesty had come from. Apparently Boss Man did give you a present after all. You wondered if it'd be weird to send him a thank you note.