Rouge

The wife turns around, her face morphing from annoyance to shock as she recognizes the man in front of her, "Ahh... Lord Bakugo! I-" "Married?" He gives her a calculating glance, "Don't you think it's too early for that?" The merchant's wife regained her composure and gave the Lord a small laugh, "On the contrary, Lord Bakugo! It's never too early. Our entire town is filled with couples who wed without knowing their beloved's faces!" Lord Bakugo frowns, as if he were contemplating her words, "Well, we always eat breakfast together, we occasionally drink" He approaches Izuku, his gaze heavy, "But not only that," The Lord opens the container of rouge, dips his fingers into the red concoction and applies the rouge onto the green haired boy's lips, his fingertips grazing the soft skin, "We have also spent countless nights together..."

The merchant dusts some precious necklaces, his face confused and owl-like as he sweeps away, "I-I suppose you are quite right, my Lord! I won't be surprised if you are blessed with a beautiful child soo-" His train of thought is interrupted as he looks up at the Lord to see him giving the boy a hungry and lustful kiss, their arms tightly entwined around the other.
***originally posted on ao3***m