Blue Dandelions

Assigned Seating | bundie

Summary:

Izuku makes sure his husband is focused on him and not his work by demanding Katsuki eats him out.

Notes:

25 Days of Kinkmas Day 22: Face Sitting

Izuku is FTM trans in this piece and AFAB terms are used to refer to him. Please take care.

"Bakugou Katsuki," Izuku said, voice stern and rumbling, "dear husband of mine, get your ass in bed."

Katsuki froze at his desk, finally turning around (with many protests from his aching joints thanks to sitting hunched over his paperwork all day) to catch sight of Izuku standing in the doorway of their home office, arms crossed in front of his chest and a displeased frown on his freckled face. He had been so drowned by work he hadn't even noticed the sun had long since set, the office dim except for the desk lamp he'd flicked on at some point. He'd missed lunch and dinner, though he did finally note the wrapped plate of now cold yakisoba perched at his elbow that Izuku must have brought him.

Katsuki sighed. "I'm almost done with work, 'Zu. Just need to finish–"

"If you don't get your ass out of this office and into our bed right now, you'll be sleeping on the couch. And you will not get to eat me out tonight."

Katsuki choked on air, eyes widening.

"You want me to..." Katsuki trailed off as Izuku prowled into the room, arms uncrossing to trail hands across his shoulders. He was wearing his favorite fuzzy All Might robe–a clear sign he'd been ready for bed for a while and had made himself comfortable waiting for Katsuki to join him–and he slipped it off one shoulder to reveal bare freckled skin and the strap of what was very much not his typical 'Awake' sleep shirt.

"I want you," Izuku purred, coming up to Katsuki's desk, leaning forward so the robe slipped just a little bit more, revealing the hem of a black lace teddy, "to take your clothes off, lay in bed, and then I'm going to sit on your face until you make me come on your tongue."

"Yup, yeah, okay, of course." Katsuki murmured, unblinking as he stared at the deep, spiraling emerald eyes of his sexy as fuck husband.

Katsuki hadn't even realized he'd been leaning into Izuku's space, just to get closer, catch a taste, until Izuku spun on his heels, grabbed the abandoned dinner, and marched out of the office. Katsuki leapt into action, sweeping the leftover paperwork into as neat a pile as he could in his rush, saved his work, slammed the laptop closed, and all but ran up to their bedroom. He could hear Izuku in the kitchen and damn if Katsuki wasn't going to obey every single want Izuku had commanded of him before he got upstairs. Katsuki stripped, nearly tripping in his urgency to get out of his sweats and boxers, tossing his clothes in the laundry and slid onto the bed, righting himself in the air with a few pops of his quirk. He finished adjusting the pillow under his neck when the bedroom door swung open and was shut with a near ominous click of the lock.

"Good boy," Izuku purred and Katsuki's cock stood at full attention, twitching and leaking. "Listening so well."

Katsuki grunted, not trusting his voice, and held out his hand to his husband. Izuku smiled, bright in the dim lighting of their bedroom, and took Katsuki's hand, entwining their fingers together. Katsuki looked up at his husband with unabashed adoration, drinking in his soft features. Izuku paused at the edge of the bed when Katsuki brought his hand to his lips and kissed his crooked knuckles, lingering on the wedding band.

Izuku smiled, repeating the gesture with Katsuki's hand.

Izuku pulled at the tie around his waist, letting the fuzzy robe fall to the floor. Katsuki's eyes widened. Not only was the black lace teddy sheer, wrapping around Izuku's round hips and toned thighs, giving Katsuki a glimpse of Izuku's glistening mound, but it wasn't just black fabric. The center of the teddy was cut to resemble a large lacy orange X, framing Izuku's freckled tummy as if putting it on display.