Red eyes watched as Asami dug through filing cabinets trying to find a report from one of her husband's missions that happened a month ago. Asami should've been in the massive banquet hall a few floors below conversing and mingling with all the other pro heroes of present and past. But when the main boss of the agency was discussing figures and the decline of villain attacks during one conversation, he mentioned how much better the conversation would be going over with paperwork. Asami couldn't help but offer to run up to her husband's office to retrieve such information for the man, hoping to show the man how Dynamight, albeit not the most social, was an amazing hero. In addition, Asami honestly wanted a little space from the overwhelming noise that was talking, champagne glasses and silverware clinking and music. Even if she wasn't bothered by the situation, a certain someone was.
"Mrs. Bakugou," an all too familiar and sarcastic voice called out to her.
Her head turned to see her ash blonde husband, leaned against the door frame of his office as he loosened his tie. Red glossy lips smiled back at him as she quirked a brow, a silent question as to what he wanted.
"I have no idea why you're snooping in my file," Bakugou stated as he started to take strides into the office, shutting the door behind him. " But you should be suffering alongside your husband downstairs."
Asami smirked and turned back around, continuing to search for the file she came into the office looking for. "I'm sorry Katsuki, I promise once I find this file, I'm all yours."
Bakugou clicked his tongue while his eyes scanned her body. A red off the shoulder body con dress wrapped around her figure, the length of it stopping above her knees. The fabric clung to the curves of her breasts, ribcage, hips and thighs, giving not only her husband but every other peeping male in the room a tantalizing view for their eyes to navigate. For once her flesh wasn't tarnished with dark purple marks and teeth punctures that Bakugou had placed himself, Asami actually banned the pro-hero from doing the sort, all to wear this cursed dress.
Asami closed the drawer she sorted through to open another below it, causing her to bend a slight amount. A dangerous smile came over her husband's features and he cupped his chin between his thumb and finger middle, his pointer tracing his bottom lip as his tongue slid to wet it, his eyes drinking her in. Soon warm and champagne scented breath was fanning the crook of her neck as hands found her hips. They pulled Asami back and against an alarmingly hard muscle that had grown in Bakugou's black dress pants. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip as she ignored the tempting girth pressed to her ass.
"Of course you're all mine angel face, but you don't get to pick and choose when and where that applies," Bakugou spoke onto her neck as he moved his hands to roughly grope her ass. "You're all mine, every fucking second of every fucking day."
"Katsuki, I just - ngh!"
Her words were cut short when a hand wrapped around her throat and pulled her head back to rest against Bakugou's shoulder. "You don't need to offer your assistance to anyone else tonight but me"
A hot lick rolled up her cheek before teeth clamped down, making her hiss. "If you insist on it, then I'll put that cute little mouth of yours to work on keeping my cock nice and warm."
A whimper escaped from her lips as Bakugou dragged Asami backwards chuckling. He landed in the chair that sat behind her desk, pulling her down with him and onto his lap. A smirk was plastered on her face, Bakugou grabbed her chin to turn it towards him then placed a hot and sloppy kiss to her lips. His hands went to her hips, turning her body around to face him. Asami kissed down his neck as she lowered to the floor on her knees. Bakugou wore a shit eating grin as his hand threaded in her hair and pulled her face to his prominent erection. Her lips parted and she licked up the clothed muscle before undoing his belt and pants. The blonde sighed when she freed his cock and balls from their constraints and gently pumped it with one hand.
