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Bakugou tapped his foot angrily on the ground. "I don't have time for this. I have fuckin' convicts I need to deal with."
"And where exactly are these convicted pirates coming from?" Todoroki raised his eyebrow.
"I've fuckin' doubled down on my efforts, Prince," Bakugou hissed. "I don't know why you're acting all skeptical when it's a good thing."
"I find it interesting is all. You've doubled down on your efforts, however you've yet to catch... the queen."
Bakugou clenched his fists. "I fuckin' will. Don't doubt me!" he snarled. His mind flashed to the small box sitting on his desk in his office. He knew what lay inside, the locket which missed its owners neck was burning a hole in the tiny box.
He knew it was most likely safe to give it back to her... and yet, something about the collateral kept him focused.
"I don't," he smirked, folding his arms. "I appreciate your hard work, Admiral."
"You fucking better. The prisons are filling up, your damn public opinion is up-"
"If only your personality could shape up," Todoroki said, sighing.
"Oi!" Bakugou snorted, thrusting his finger in Todoroki's face. "I get the fucking job done. I'm the best fucking part of your damn fleet and you know it."
"Yes, yes," Todoroki sighed. "How could I possibly argue with the best."
Behind him, the door to the throne room slammed open and Kaminari Denki came stumbling in. "Admiral, sir! There you are!" he breathed, panting heavily. "We've been looking all over for you. There's been an... incident?" Kaminari's voice cracked at the end of the sentence, especially when he realized the Prince was standing right next to Bakugou.
He glared at his idiot subordinate. Running in to tell him about some incident directly in front of the Prince wasn't exactly the smartest fucking thing to do, but Kaminari had never been much of a thinker.
"Well, Admiral, it seems my best is needed for something. We'll continue this meeting later then?" Todoroki said, cocking his head to the side. The smirk didn't leave his lips, and he hated the smug way Todoroki smiled. Damn Prince.
"Whatever it is," Bakugou growled, gritting his teeth. "I'm sure it's nothing your best can't handle."
He whipped his head around to glare at Kaminari who immediately chuckled awkwardly. The blond knew he made a mistake and he would certainly be forced to face the repercussions later. Bakugou had no problem yelling in the idiot's face.
"Mmm but of course," Todoroki hummed, taking a seat on his throne.
Bakugou bowed and immediately grabbed Kaminari's head, forcing him to take a bow as well. "Let's go, moron," he snarled, dragging the other blond out of the throne room. He was honestly lucky the Prince, unlike the King, was so damn lenient.
"I-I'm sorry, Admiral!" Kaminari yelped as they made their way out of the room. "I promise I wouldn't have interrupted you if it wasn't for good reason..."
"It better be a fucking good reason," Bakugou snarled. "You could've fuckin' waited."
"Well... you see... we think someone may have infiltrated the prison..." he muttered.
Bakugou froze, staring at the other blond. Kaminari twisted his lips, moving them around awkwardly while he waited for Bakugou to speak.
"...the fuck you talkin' about!" he snapped, clenching his fists hard.
"I-I don't know!" Kaminari gasped, holding his hands up.
"We went down the jail cell and there were pirates in there we'd never seen before. They were just uhm... knocked out and lying on the ground. Really it's not much of a problem because in a way... it's kind of a good thing?"
Bakugou rubbed at his forehead. That woman was going to be the goddamn death of him. If the Prince found out... if anyone found out about their deal...
Shaking his head, he glared at Kaminari. "Keep an eye on them. Double check the locks on all the cells. Have all the guards with personal keys to the jail check the location of their keys. Keep them heavily guarded," he demanded.
"Yes, sir!"
"I'll be checking on mine in my office. Leave me be and don't come back until you've got everything secured. I don't care if it takes you all fuckin' day." He wanted it to.
"Y-Yes, sir!" Kaminari said and saluted him. "We'll be making certain everything is secure."
"Good," he growled, pushing past him to head to his office.
Lying was exhausting. However, he had to keep up the facade for as long as possible. The Prince couldn't know about his deal, and the last thing he wanted was Kirishima and Kaminari asking him questions. They were so goddamn annoying about shit sometimes. As long as Kaminari stayed far away from his damn office today.
Based on the fact that there were new prisoners in the jail, he could only assume one thing waited for him in his office.
He ran his hand through his hair, pulling his hat from the head as he opened the door to his office, rubbing his eyes.
"Tired, Admiral?"
His eyes shot open when the familiar voice floated gently into his ear.
There before him was the pirate queen herself, Uraraka Ochako, legs kicked up on the desk. Her hat was tilted to the side, her thick dark boots rocking back and forth on his desk. She swung a small key around her tiny pinky. "I even locked them up for you this time," she smirked.
"Oi..." he growled and slammed the door shut behind him. "What the hell are you thinking? Did you forget our agreement!?" He slammed his hands down on the desk and her eyes widened for a moment before turning her head to the side.
"Hmph... and here I thought I was doing you a favor," she sighed dramatically, letting her head drop back over the back of his chair.
He placed his hat onto the desk, slipping off his jacket to hang on his coat hanger. "You're not doing me a damn favor if you let yourself get caught. Sneaking into my damn personal office all the time is one thing, but actually putting these assholes in the cell yourself-"
"It's nothing I can't handle," she sighed, pushing herself out of his chair. She walked around his desk, turning towards him. She dipped her face in his direction, peering up at him. She giggled and lifted her finger to his cheek, poking him gently. "Don't look so angry about it!"
Growling, he turned away from her. Stomping over to his chair, he plopped down. "It's not about what you can and cannot handle. I know you are a fucking capable woman," he hissed. "But the Prince will have your damn head if he catches you in there. Today he asked me why I still hadn't caught 'the queen'."
At first, Uraraka's cheeks flushed, but then she smirked, slowly walking towards him in the chair. She grabbed the arm of it and swung her leg over it, straddling his waist. "Oh... Admiral," she whispered. Her fingers caressed at the side of his jaw, tilting his chin up to look at her. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were worried about me."
Grunting, he glared up at her. His hand snapped up, wrapping around her wrist. He pulled her palm to his lips, pressing soft kisses up her arm. "It would be too much of a hassle if you died."
"What?" she giggled, gently rolling her hips against his. "Because then you would have to do your job again?"
"Shut your damn mouth, I do a damn good job."
"With my help," she teased playfully.
His red eyes glared up at her. This woman was always something else. She drew him in and held him in her grasp, never letting him go. The locket, tucked away in the locked box on his desk, was his curse.
His hands slid under her ass, giving her a squeeze. He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. Whenever she came in for a delivery, it usually deteriorated to this. Him taking her against his desk, against the wall... in his bed when they were really daring. By the next morning, she would be gone, off to find her next bounty.
"Did you miss me, Admiral?" she asked, leaning down to brush her lips against his.
"No," he grunted, gripping her ass hard as he hoisted her up and onto his desk. She let out a soft squeak, her hat falling off and dropping onto the floor.
"Then... why do you seem so eager?" she asked. Her lithe fingers stroked through his hair and she hooked her legs around his waist. His red eyes burned with the desire to ravage her and she wanted nothing more than to be his, if only for this brief moment.
"Because I want to shut you up," he snapped, slamming his lips onto hers. He pressed his hands flat on the top of his desk, nipping and sucking at her lower lip. They kissed intensely, like it could potentially be the last time. For all they knew, it very well could be.
He was silently waiting for the day she didn't come back to him. She was like the ocean winds, fickle. There were times when she raged like a storm and fought with tenacity, and others where she touched his cheek so gently he could've melted underneath the soft caress of her fingertips.
A soft moan slipped between Uraraka's lips, vibrating against his. It made his body shudder against her, spurring him on. His cock grew harder, making the form fitting pants even tighter.
He needed her.
He hooked his fingers over the edge of her shirt, yanked it down, letting her tits spill over her corset. She always looked heavenly like this, flushed cheeks, her breasts exposed and slightly pushed up.
"Katsuki..." she breathed, her hot breath trickling over his lips.
Oh, he was going to have fun with her today. He supposed she did deserve some sort of punishment for never listening to him.
Bakugou kissed down her jaw, trailing his lips from her neck to her chest, wrapping his lips around her nipple. He lightly grazed his teeth over the hardened bud and she jolted against him, her hips pressing up against his. "Ah!" she gasped. Her body slid closer, her arms wrapped around his neck as she held herself in place on his desk.
Sucking hard, he took her nipple further into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. She gasped again, a gentle, high pitched moan slipped from her lips. She knew she was supposed to be quiet, but rarely did she listen, and quite frankly Bakugou didn't wish to stop her.
She trembled when his hand came up to fondle her other breast, rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Her flesh was soft against his hand, and he loved trailing his digits over her because for a moment, she was his and his alone. No one else could touch her and give her his level of pleasure.
He switched his mouth to her other breast, swirling his tongue around her swollen nipple. "Katsuki," she moaned, her hips twitching against his. He couldn't help but hump against her, his cock so hard in his pants. She always got him so excited so easily, impossible to resist.
Panting heavily against her chest, his heated breaths tickled her wet nipples while he fumbled with the belts around her waist. "Why the hell..." he panted, "do you wear so many goddamn layers!?"
"Oh..." she gasped, running her fingers over his own vest. "Like you don't?" she teased.
"Shut up," he grumbled, gently nipping at her breast.
"Ngh! K-Katsuki!" she squeaked, her leg around his waist pulling him in closer. She rolled up towards him, wanting him to go faster. "More..." she begged.
"What the Queen wants, the Queen shall have," Bakugou smirked. Her belts clanged against his desk, and he yanked her boots off. He pulled her pants down, letting them fall to the ground, leaving her lower half completely naked before him.
He kissed below her corset, down her lower abdomen and stopped right above her panties. "Someone's excited," he said, running his finger over her panties. They were damp from her arousal and Bakugou wanted to dive into her completely.
"What can I say?" she giggled, adjusting her hips to spread her legs wider on the desk. "You excite me, Katsuki."
He grunted, his cock jumping in his pants as he ground himself against the desk. He needed to be inside of her as soon as fucking possible. Seeing how wet her folds were, he could imagine how warm it would be, putting himself inside of her.
Aggressively yanking down her panties, he brought his lips to her clit, sucking on her hard. "A-Ah! Oh..." she moaned, letting her head fall back. She rest on her elbows, shaking to hold herself against the desk. Shots of pleasure rolled up her spine with every flick of Bakugou's tongue swirling around her sensitive nub.
He thrust two fingers inside of her and her toes curled in the air. His fingers pumped in and out of her, her juices coating his fingers completely.
Bakugou chuckled, feeling her clench around his digits. He moved his tongue faster, flicking it rapidly over the sensitive spot. He found some pride in getting her to cum before actually fucking her... he loved the look on her face when she finished, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers.
His Queen, cumming just for him and only him.
Uraraka was breathing so heavily, her breasts heaving against her chest. Her moans grew higher and higher in pitch, her fingers pressing against the hardwood of the desk. "K-Katsuki..." she moaned, her hips pushing against his mouth as waves of pleasure rolled through her, her body trembling against him.
"And here you called me eager," he teased, pulling his fingers out.
"Please..." she moaned softly, still breathing heavily. "I've felt you pushing against me and the desk. I know you want it."
Even after giving herself to him, she was still so fiery. He honestly expected nothing less.
"Of course I fucking do," he said, and pulled her hips forward, towards him. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down to pool around his boots. He wasn't going to waste time pulling off all his clothes, not when his cock was hard and desperate to be inside of her. He stroked his length, rubbing his tip against her soaked entrance.
"See," she breathed, thrusting herself down towards him. "You want it just as much as me!"
He pressed his tip to her entrance, pushing himself inside. Leaning over the desk, he rest his forehead against hers for a moment, looking into her soft brown eyes. "I would be a fuckin' fool not to want you."
She smiled at that, wrapping her hand around his neck and she pulled their lips together, kissing him heatedly. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, pushing her heels against his ass, desperate for him to go in deeper.
Her walls pulled him in, his cock trembling as precum dripped inside of her. It had been too long since the last time they'd done this, and it made him want to fuck her so damn fast... still he knew it would be better if he took his time.
"Katsuki," she moaned. "Go faster. I know you're doing this on purpose!" she hissed, nipping at his lips while she spoke, begging for more.
"Maybe I wanna fuckin' enjoy fucking you!" he snapped, pulling his hips out and snapping back in.
Her eyes rolled back, her head dropping. "There we go," she moaned.
If she wanted him to move fast, he couldn't deny her or himself that pleasure. He began to thrust into her quicker, his hips twitching as he pushed against the desk, the creaking of the wood echoing in the room. Their skin slapped together and he grunted as he kissed at her lips and jaw. He sucked down her neck, pulling her skin into his mouth.
He loved the way she moaned and begged for more, her lips wide open. Her tits bounced with his movement and he loved the way they flopped against her corset and brushed against his shirt.
"My needy Queen," he said, nipping at her skin. He ran his hand up her thigh, gripping at her ass to hold her place against the desk. He pounded into her, his sac slapping against her backside, the thrusts intense and fast.
"Ngh! Katsuki... s-so fast..." she moaned, pressing her head against the wood of the desk, her ankles hooking around him and clenching so tight.
"S-Shit..." he growled. "I'm... I need to..."
"Good..." she breathed, stroking her hand up his arm, feeling his muscles. "Cum for me, Admiral." She purred out his title, her teeth pressing into her lower lip.
And with her words, he was so damn close.
He trailed his hand over to her clit, rubbing her fast. Her wet flesh slipped against his hand and she jerked up, her back arching against the desk. "Hah... Hah... oh gosh... I'm..." she moaned so loud, uncaring if anyone would hear her.
"F-Fuck..." he growled. Her walls clenched around his thick length. He slammed into her, holding her hips up as he angled himself deeper. He could feel her rigid walls pressing against his tip with each thrust and his body trembled with need.
"C-Cumming!" she gasped, her mouth opening wide as she felt another rush flow over her body.
His cock was coated with her, warm and so wet, slipping inside of her with such ease. It was far too much and it had been far too long. He often liked to challenge himself to make her cum as many times as possible before he did. But seeing her on his desk beneath him, her body shaking and tits heaving. He couldn't stop himself.
"Ngh!! O-Ochako," he groaned, and he pulled himself from her, grabbing a handkerchief as he shot into the cloth. His cum coated the small red towel and he panted, gripping hard against the desk, so not to fall back.
Both of them took a moment to breathe, calming down from the pleasure high. Uraraka slowly pushed herself up, running her hand through her hair. "Seems someone needed that," she said, letting her legs dangle over the edge. She gently stroked over his hand, their fingers lacing together.
"I wasn't the only one," he grumbled. Leaning forward, he captured her lips again, gently cupping her cheeks. "That was your punishment for not listening to me to me about sneaking into the jail cell!" he snapped, poking her forehead.
"Felt more like a reward," she giggled. She hopped off the desk and pulled her pants up, adjusting her top and corset while Bakugou did the same. He rolled down his sleeves and re-buckled his belt, trying to make it look as though he didn't just have incredible sex on his goddamn desk with the most perfect fucking woman he'd ever come across.
Never thought he'd think that about a pirate, and yet as she stood in front of him, he couldn't help but feel she was... incredible.
"Well... I should be going. The crew is waiting for me to get back out on the ocean," she sighed. Turning around she reached for her belts, but froze when she felt his chest press against her back.
Swallowing, she watched as his hand curled around the small box on the corner of his desk.
"What are you-"
He opened the box, pulling her small locket from it. He gently pulled it around her neck, hooking it in the back. Sliding his fingers over her clavicle, he slowly pulled back and turned her around.
"If you don't come back to me, I will kill you," he said, and took her hand, pressing it against his lips.
Uraraka smiled, her cheeks flushed. "You should know by now that I'll always come back to you."
She glanced down at the locket on her chest and pursed her lips. She missed it being around her neck, everything always felt bare... and yet knowing it was here, on his desk where he could think about her all the time, gave her... comfort.
Reaching behind her neck, she unclasped the necklace. "But... I think you should keep this," she whispered. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, gently placing the necklace back in his palm.
"Hah?!" he growled angrily. "I was giving back your prized possession!"
"I know! Because you trust me," she said softly. "But... just as much as you trust me, I trust you... to be the one..." she paused and curled his fingers over the locket, "to protect my heart."
He blushed at that, and she loved how red his cheeks got when she said it and she tried not to giggle at how cute he looked.
Instead, she stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his one final time before taking her leave.
"Keep it safe, Admiral."
"'Course I fuckin' will."
Always.