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#Seroroki established relationship, Hanta waiting for Shouto to come home from hero patrol while he cooks dinner wearing a virgin killer sweater and FUCKING CAT EARS. Send tweet.
Okay... but what if Shouto had invited Bakugou over to discuss briefings and...
*Door to kitchen opens*
Hanta, leaning against the counter, looking up...
"Hey bab—BAKUGOU???"
Hanta, leaning against the counter, looking up...
"Hey bab—BAKUGOU???"
The blond gives Hanta a once over.
Red eyes land on the tail peeping out from under his sweater.
"Please don& #39;t tell me that& #39;s an ass plug"
Red eyes land on the tail peeping out from under his sweater.
"Please don& #39;t tell me that& #39;s an ass plug"
The ravenette sputters.
"I-uh-um—" he flushes red.
"I-uh-um—" he flushes red.
(The answer is yes, but Blasty doesn& #39;t need to know that)
Hanta is caught completely off guard, because Shouto didn& #39;t mention bringing a guest home with him.
Time kinda freezes for him as he stutters and blushes in front of Bakugou.
Thankfully, Shouto walks into the kitchen,
"Hey Hanta, sorry I didn& #39;t text you in advance bu—"
He stops in the doorway.
"Hey Hanta, sorry I didn& #39;t text you in advance bu—"
He stops in the doorway.
The bicolor haired man gapes at his lover.
Clad in a periwinkle virgin killer sweater, cat ears, and with an increasingly growing blush painted across his face...
...his eyes land on the kitten tail under the sweater.
Clad in a periwinkle virgin killer sweater, cat ears, and with an increasingly growing blush painted across his face...
...his eyes land on the kitten tail under the sweater.
He swallows.
Eyes flit back up to stare into Hanta& #39;s.
"...Bakugou?"
"Wha—"
"Get out."
"Icy—"
"Unless if you want to watch me bend Hanta over the counter, I suggest you get out. //Now//."
"Wha—"
"Get out."
"Icy—"
"Unless if you want to watch me bend Hanta over the counter, I suggest you get out. //Now//."
“You wouldn’t dare”
“I-I’ll go change! I-it’s fine I’ll—“
“No.”
“W-wha–?“
“I-I’ll go change! I-it’s fine I’ll—“
“No.”
“W-wha–?“
Shouto walks past Bakugou, shouldering him in the process.
“Oi!!”
“Oi!!”
Making his way to the ravenette, his hands hit the counter, caging Hanta between them.
“Sh-shouto?”
“Sh-shouto?”
He looks into Hanta’s eyes with desire.
“When you said you were making dinner, I didn’t know that you meant yourself”
“When you said you were making dinner, I didn’t know that you meant yourself”
His pretty boyfriend squeaks.
/Yes/ he’s right, but not—not with //company// over!!
/Yes/ he’s right, but not—not with //company// over!!
His eyes turn to Bakugou, but not before Shouto firmly grasps his chin, forcing him to look back into his eyes.
He tuts.
“Hanta, don’t go looking at other men when you have me”
At his given name, he flushes.
//Fuck// why’s his boyfriend so hot?
“Hanta, don’t go looking at other men when you have me”
At his given name, he flushes.
//Fuck// why’s his boyfriend so hot?
While he bluescreens, Shouto’s other hand moves down.
He lifts the hem of the sweater up, revealing a cute pair of white lace panties.
He lifts the hem of the sweater up, revealing a cute pair of white lace panties.
At the motion, Hanta snaps out of his head. He squeaks again.
“Sh-sh-shouto!!”
His hands frantically grab the sweater to pull it down and hide his exposed crotch from Bakugou’s view.
“Sh-sh-shouto!!”
His hands frantically grab the sweater to pull it down and hide his exposed crotch from Bakugou’s view.
“Oh baby, for me?” Shouto purrs.
“I-i u-um—“ Hanta stumbles.
When he wanted to surprise his boyfriend, he didn’t mean his /guest/ and //himself// too.
“I-i u-um—“ Hanta stumbles.
When he wanted to surprise his boyfriend, he didn’t mean his /guest/ and //himself// too.
Before he can chance a look at Bakugou, Shouto smashes his lips against his. Silencing not only his next words but his thoughts as well.
His eyes flutter shut.
His cheeks burn too, but that’s okay, because it’s Shouto.
His eyes flutter shut.
His cheeks burn too, but that’s okay, because it’s Shouto.
The thought of someone watching slips his mind, and he melts into his lover. Hands no longer clutching at his dress, but instead at Shouto’s chest. Clinging, desperately for more.
They separate with a soft sigh, and Shouto begins to press a trail of wet kisses down his throat, sucking wetly on a particularly sensitive part on Hanta’s neck.
The ravenette moans, quiet and breathy, but it’s there. He’s so lost in the feeling, he doesn’t even notice Bakugou’s face.
He’s red.
Blushing, both disgusted yet horny.
He’s red.
Blushing, both disgusted yet horny.
Watching his friend and his rival making out in fucking front of him is giving the blond the most confusing boner of his life.
He seems to have made his decision.
[THERE YOU GO—THERE’S YOUR FUCKING FOOD BABE!!! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY??? HERE’S YOUR CLIFFHANGER I HAVE TO WORK ON MY PROJECT DUE IN LIKE 3 AND A HALF HOURS K THANKS BYE I HOPE YOU LIKE BEING FUCKING EDGED 
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