Bakugou cock warming you, edging you, but never letting you finish- until you finish your work that is. -- "Suki, I thought you had your own reports to file," you whine and try to grind against him, but his hands keep you firmly against his hips. His thumbs rub against your lower back. "Please?" Bakugou straightens in the chair, puling you up against his chest. His breath is warm against your ear, and the deep timbre of his voice has you melting into him. "My work can wait. Only good girls who finish their work get rewards." You fruitlessly buck against him, desperate for any friction. He chuckles and teases you with one quick thrust, a taste of what's to come.