Walking back into the agency Sakaki was still in just as sour of a mood as she had been when she had left for patrol with Bakugou. The patrol had been so boring, not even a mugging or bank robbery. It was odd, but for once no criminals in their patrol area had decided to commit crimes. Which only added to Sakaki's sour mood. She had really hoped she could have taken her anger out on someone else. But alas she could not. Well there was poor Bakugou who had to put up with her grouchy ass. But she had to still be stuck with the guy even after patrol and them screaming at each other wouldn't make her feel any better.
So instead she simply stewed in her own irritation throughout the patrol and even as they walked back into the agency. She had no desire to start working on paperwork, she kind of wished she could just go do anything patrol instead. But she knew Bakugou wouldn't allow that. And she doubted she could get away from doing her paperwork. Honestly he was almost as bad as Iida was when it came to being a stick in the mud with work.
At the very least though she was getting out of her hero costume. She was going to work on paper work in comfort. Though she often didn't have an issue wearing her hero costume while working at a desk, today she was just not in the mood.
The second the women's locker room came into her view she made a beeline for the room. She was pretty sure she could hear Bakugou grumbling under his breath about her. But she didn't stick around to actually hear what he had said. And she tried not to let it bother her. Instead she nearly ran into the locker room and to her locker. Her fans had reached back for the zipper of her suit before she even made it into the locker room.
Unlacing her boots she kicked them into the locker not even caring as they made a bang. She grumbled softly as the suit stuck to her skin. Some days she hated the skin tight suit. But it was best to keep her quirk from subconsciously activating. Her neck itched and she wanted to rip her scent blockers off. But she didn't like how vulnerable that would make her to those around her. Everyone would know exactly how she was feeling if she removed them. And she hated that. Throwing her suit into the locker she didn't care if it would possibly wrinkle a little. She pulled her mask off from around her neck with one hand and the other grabbed at the hair tie pulling it and freeing her hair out of the ponytail it was in before she was reaching for her nice soft t-shirt she had in her locker.
It felt nice letting her hair down and wearing the soft and comforting shirt. Slipping on some leggings she kept for working out in, she slipped her feet into her runners and closed her locker and started out of the locker room. She felt at least a little bit better now in more comforting clothes but she still felt a little irritation itching the back of her mind.
She headed straight to the guys office, since she still had not actually been assigned her own desk. But then again it seemed neither man really cared that she just used one of their desks, or more so she used Kirishima's usually to do her work at.
Bakugou didn't even pick his head up from his work to see who had entered the room, after all who would dare just stroll right into his office without knocking? Only Sakaki or Kirishima would do that. And Kirishima was out on his own patrol. So that only left the omega who would dare to walk around like she owned the place.
Sakaki looked over and saw Bakugou's gauntlets sitting on the ground beside his desk. His mask sat on the desk as well but the rest of his hero costume he was still wearing. It wasn't an uncommon sight Sakaki had noticed, Bakugou spent almost all his time at the agency in his hero costume. The only time she saw him in anything else was when he was working out or leaving work at the end of the day. Sakaki on the other hand could usually not get out of her hero costume fast enough. Though she did usually keep it on so if anything happened she could just head straight to the scene. But today she just could not bring herself to keep the annoying material on.
Walking over to Kirishima's desk she sat herself down in the man's large chair, his warm earthy scent filled her nose and helped calm her down a little as she reached for the first slip of paper that sat among the stack of her own workload. And for a second she thought the two of them would be able to work in peace and quiet. But Bakugou had to go and open his big mouth.
"Why the hell are you out of your hero costume?" He had asked her in that always so rough manner that he had.
"My skin was crawling in that damn suit. So I took it off and got comfortable," she said simply and tried hard not to talk to him like he was an idiot. But it still sounded like that tone had slipped through as she picked her head up and watched as Bakugou was already glaring at her.
"Still why the hell take it off? If we get called to go help with a villain I am not waiting for you," he barked back at her which earned him an eye roll from her.
"I wouldn't expect you to. You could go ahead, I'd only take two minutes and then I'd be right behind you. It doesn't take that long to get into my suit," she said simply as she tried to turn her attention back to the paper in front of her. But the smell of burning sugar started to irritate her nose. Seemed Bakugou did not like her answer.
"You idiot that's still a waste of time," he growled at her. Her patience was already thin, and Bakugou was dancing on them. She found herself turning and standing up so she could glare down at him, a slight sign of her trying to assert dominance over him.
"Why does it matter? In the entire time I've been here only once have we been called out after being done with our patrol," she growled at him. And of course as expected Bakugou did not take her little sign of dominance well. He had wasted no time jumping to his own feet and strolling up to her. He leaned over her and got into her face.
"While you're working in this building you will reflect on this agency. And I will not allow you to degrade my hard work," he was growling at her.
"Wrong. I still work for Mirko. My actions do not reflect on you Bakugou in any way. You are neither my boss nor my alpha," she growled back as her top lip curled up to show off her tiny fangs.
The burnt sugars smell was burning her nose so much her eyes nearly started to water. But she blinked back the urge and simply held her breath as she waited to hear what argument the blonde would give. But one did not come instead, she listened to the low, deep growl from him. Those deep red eyes turned to slits. And without a word his one hand grabbed the back of her neck holding her head in place. His lips then crashed against hers in a lip bruising speed and strength.
She was mad, she should have pulled away and just pushed him off. Yet instead she parted her lips and her tongue brushed his bottom lip first. Another growl had rumbled in his chest and she smirked into the kiss. Of course Bakugou would be irritated with her being the one to aggressively deepen the kiss. After all she could not just be the perfect submissive little omega, and she would remind him of that at times like then when they had just been yelling at each other.
His tongue in turn darted out to nearly attack hers. Typical alpha, he has to make sure he dominates her. Now it was her turn to growl at him. Which in turn earned her a smirk from the blonde. They were both too stubborn to back down. This was quickly growing into a little contest. Her hands reached up to grab at his shirt just under his neck and shoulder support. She pulled him in closer to her, which he actually seemed rather willing to do. The blonde stepped close to her as there was no room left between them. And even after he still pushed further till she was forced to step back till she hit the desk she had been working at.
She couldn't help the squeak of surprise she let out when his hands grabbed her hips and lifted her up to place her down on the top of the desk. Her legs spread apart and Bakugou slipped right between them. As if that was where he belonged, though neither would ever admit that. She had heard things fall off of the desk in order to make room for her. The stack of paper she had been starting to work on was pushed over, at least a few hit the floor. A pen as well had rolled off the desk but she couldn't care about any of it.
Hands were moving fast, her pants tugged down so that at least one leg was freed while the material of her pants remained on the other leg. Shirts left on. Her fingers nearly broke the zipper of Bakugou's pants in her own rush to push his pants down only far enough so that she could free him from the confinement of his pants and boxers. After all, they were still in the office, it would be bad enough if caught with their pants both around their angles, it would probably be worse if they were completely naked too. This has to be fast.
There was time for foreplay. Then again with both of the feeling a little work up and angry this was going to be a straight up angry fuck. And neither would complain. One thrust and he had himself sheathed deep inside her. She struggled to bite back the scream of pleasure she wanted to let out. He never let her time to calm herself or adjust more to him. His hips instantly picked up a fast and brutal pace. The desk under them squeaked a little under the strain but it otherwise held strong.
Her hands grabbed at his bare forearms as if that would help support her against the rough abuse of each thrust of his hips. She was already panting hard, the urge to moan and scream was strong. She leaned in closer, burying her face into his shoulder. For once she hated Bakugou's neck support. It blocked Sakaki from being able to bury her nose into his scent gland. Instead she sank her teeth into the top of Bakugou's shoulder as she moaned against him. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, more so she was using him to help keep her noises muffled. She could hear the growl that came from him as she bit down on him.
That only seemed to drive his pace rougher, if that was even possible. The desk was scratching the floor with each thrust. Her nails dug into his skin so hard she may have drawn blood, she couldn't tell. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and held him close, as if she could not get enough of him. The heels of her runners dug into his upper thighs just under his ass. Mmm she did love Bakugou's ass. Damn the man had an ass anyone could be jealous of.
Was it the anger? The thrill of being caught? The rough fucking? Or just Bakugou as a whole that was quickly driving her towards her climax? Probably all of the above. Bakugou had an ability to draw out odd feelings from her.
A sudden low growl that vibrated his entire body drew her from her lust hazed mind. She barely got her lips off his skin before he was answering her unasked question of what was wrong.
"I hate these fucking things," was the only slight warning she got before one of his hands had reached up, grabbed at the scent blocker on the left side of her neck, and ripped the patch off of her sensitive and swollen gland. That drew a yelp from her that she couldn't stop.
Before she could yell at him for that she felt his tongue run over the abused gland. That drew a noise from her, she wasn't sure if it was a whine or a moan she made. It may have been the closest thing to an apology she would get from the blonde. With the scent blocker gone her own strawberry sweet smell could fill the room along with his wood burning smoky one. That seemed to be what he wanted so badly; to simply be able to smell her. For a second she almost thought the man was going to start purring. He seemed so happy, or maybe he would have started to purr if he could. If they were not mid fuck she may have laughed at the cute idea of the blonde purring. Then again she valued her life so maybe she wouldn't.
Still her head rolled to the right and back trying to give him more access to the left side of her neck. The feeling of his nose against her skin inhaling her scent, the feeling of his lips against her skin, hell even the feeling of his tongue had felt good. The concern that he could mark her did not cross her mind, after all he had never given her a reason to fear he would.
She could not get enough of him, her nails dug and clawed at his arms and shoulders. She wanted him closer, deeper. His rough thrusts seemed happy to try and give her what she wanted as the knot in her stomach was building faster than it felt like she could keep up with. She couldn't help the soft whimpers and moans that were escaping her.
Her orgasm crashed into her faster than she expected. She couldn't help the gasp she let out as her orgasm washed over her. She could hear Bakugou groan into her ear as her walls clamped down around him. His controlled pace quickly became a little erratic as he started to chase his own pleasure as she rode out the high of her climax.
"Katsuki," she breathlessly moaned his name. That seemed to tip him over the edge. His teeth sank into her left shoulder as she heard him let out a low moan as he gave one last thrust of his hips before he stilled. The feeling of him filling her with hot cum had her moaning softly and squirm. That earned her a warning growl to stop as his grip tightened on her slightly.
She happily complied as she let her body go limp and leaned into Bakugou's chest as the sound of their heavy breathing was the only noise in the room now. Fuck she hoped no one was walking past the office and heard them. Still she couldn't really force her mind to worry about such things as Bakugou let go of her shoulder and ran his tongue along the slight bite mark he had left. The feeling had her body shiver beneath his tongue.
Without a word he let go of her and pulled away. She was still panting as she watched Bakugou step back, pull his pants back up and slip his soft cock back into his pants. She was slower as she started to put her clothes back to where they belonged. She cursed softly as she struggled to get her shoe to slip back into the pant leg of her legging that Bakugou had pulled down with what seemed like ease earlier. Readjusting her top she made sure to cover the little red mark he had left when he had sunk his own teeth into the edge of her shoulder almost where her shoulder and neck met. Glancing over she could see her own little matching red mark on his own shoulder but he didn't even seem to try and hide it.
What was she thinking biting him? What if she had made the mistake of biting a scent gland? And if she had drawn blood she could have started a bond. She could not allow that. Not because it was Bakugou. But because she had vowed to herself that she would be an omega hero without the need of an alpha. She would not allow herself to be claimed. She couldn't. She needed to prove to everyone she could be a hero without an alpha. Jumping off the desk she scrunched up her nose at the feeling of his cum soaking her panties. Wordlessly she walked out of the office and started towards the bathroom so she could get herself cleaned up.
Bakugou was already back at his desk as he watched her wordlessly walk out of the office. He assumed it was to go clean herself up. So he let her go without a word. No use trying to stop her from going to clean the mess he kind of made. He on the other hand turned his attention back to the work that remained on his desk. His own anger had been tempered. He was riding out his own post orgasm high and was enjoying the relaxed feeling as he got back to work till Sakaki walked back into the office.
Stepping into the office she scrunched up her nose and looked over at the windows as she made her way towards Kirishima's desk once again.
"Open a fucking window. It stinks like sex in here," she grumbled as she walked over to start picking up what had fallen off the desk.
"Why don't you," it wasn't a question but more of a snide remark. Which earned him a glare from her as she put the papers she picked up on to the desk before she started to open what windows she could to attempt to air out the office before anyone else walked into the room and could smell the sex in the air.
Once that was done she sat down and turned her attention back to the paper she had been trying to work on before her and Bakugou had fucked on that desk.