#serizawa katsuya x you

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x fem!reader x serizawa katsuya. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader has an established relationship with reigen. virginity loss (serizawa). fingering. light cum eating. m!receiving oral. threesome (no serirei). she/her pronouns. use of 'girl' and 'beautiful' (once each). unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 3.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL IRRITATE YOUR BOWELS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

It’s unholy, the sounds you’re making but they sound more glorious than a church choir and promise to take him to heaven all the same.

Moans freely fall from your parted lips, incantations of your lover’s name following a breath as he drags your pleasure out using only his fingers. Your face is the picture of ecstasy, eyelashes flittering together as you struggle to keep your eyes open, too overcome by his hand at your cunt and his lips on your ear. A single utterance, no– an order makes you fight your heavy lids, your gaze coming to focus on the tense figure seated on a chair by the end of the bed. “Keep looking at him.”

Him being Serizawa. Your friend. His employee.

It’s all so filthy, this little arrangement of yours. Reigen, the teacher. Serizawa, the student. And you? Why, you're the perfect teaching model.

"Are you paying attention, Serizawa?" Reigen asks but he can already see it in his eyes; the man is absolutely mesmerized by your expressions of rapture, dutifully following every sigh, every whimper as you writhe in Reigen's hold. Serizawa’s eyes, wide with intrigue, trace your form, following the curve of your legs as you keep them spread and bent for his viewing pleasure. He’s committing to memory what makes you tick, keeping track of where Reigen’s fingers are when your hips buck into the air so helplessly, so needily. His fingers twitch, anxious for their turn. This isn’t lost on you. None of Serizawa’s reactions, so tame and meek, are lost on you.

You aren’t exaggerating anything; all your drawn out moans, every hiccup and cry, are genuine and deserved. You’re there to be pleased and to make sure everyone in the room knows it. You tremble, caged between Reigen’s legs, as his index finger runs circles around your clit, his other hand working on pumping one digit, then another, and then another deep inside your awaiting pussy. All you can do is continue to sing Reigen’s praises as he so eloquently explains, “Listen to that. Look at how wet she is, just from playing with her clit. That’s how she’s able to suck me in so easily, right?” You can’t nod fast enough, gripping onto Reigen’s arms as he drives his fingers in and out your quivering hole, your walls closing in on him with every push. “You gotta make sure she’s enjoying it– you got that, Serizawa?”  

He sounds like he’s done this before, like you both have done this before– wait, have you? Another rush of blood has his erection twitching in his slacks, desperate for release and Reigen knows this. He sees Serizawa start to palm the heavy ridge, watches carefully how the man’s chest starts to rise and fall a little quicker, a little needier. Serizawa's squirming in his seat, when did this chair get so uncomfortable? “What do you think, hm? Ready to take over?” Reigen’s sudden question makes the heat in Serizawa’s face jump several degrees but his mouth runs dry when it comes to answering. It’s only when you chime in, voice laden with lust, that Serizawa snaps out if it.

“Serizawa… Please. I wanna cum.”

You’re counting the differences between Reigen’s touch and Serizawa’s; where Reigen is smooth, Serizawa is rough. He’s whispering apologetic mantras in your ears, breath hot and heavy on the shell of your ear as his gruff hands grope and cup your breasts. The quality of his hunger, the intrinsic, animalistic nature in him is obvious from his ministrations on your chest and it’s palpable; all on his own, he pulls delicious moans from you and the way his name rolls off your tongue goads him to push further, to test the waters. 

Serizawa’s thicker digits pinch your nipples, first hesitantly but when you beg him for more, he tugs ever so slightly, his pupils blown wide as he fixates on the perfect O your supple lips make. All because of him. You can feel Serizawa struggle beneath you as you recline on his chest, situated so comfortably between his legs on the bed you normally only share with Reigen. You start to grind on Serizawa, rolling your hips back to treat him to some friction as a treat for how he’s lavishing your tits with his touch. Guttural groans come rumbling from his throat and before he knows it, he has one hand eagerly traveling down your stomach, fingers rolling around the hood of your swollen clit. He gasps at how wet you are and his gaze can’t help but shift from the hand at your tit to the build up of arousal around your cunt. 

“You’re doing so good, Seri…” You coo, a gentle hand of yours coming to cup his face, your thumb starting to swipe lovingly on his cheek. Your eyes flit over to Reigen, who’s started to disrobe. First his tie, then his coat. You watch with bated breath as one by one, his buttons come loose. You’ve always been enchanted by his body but now with Serizawa’s fingers on you, fingers IN you, your feelings are amplified to a degree that has your brain buzzing and your core twisting. “Is this okay?” Serizawa’s voice is ragged in your ear, desperate for a remedy. A remedy only you can give him.

In one fell swoop, you capture Serizawa’s lips in a kiss that is both aggressive and full of affection, like the dam’s been broken and there’s no turning back. You lick until he invites you in, your tongues clashing, first like novices but he catches on so perfectly for you, takes all your incantations of his name with a full heart and a throbbing cock. Your walls flutter around his fingers, just two of them feeling like Reigen’s three (maybe even four), filling you up as he plunges knuckles deep inside you. His movements are haphazard but the pace he works at makes you delirious all the same. He smooths circles around your clit, remembering how that made you melt and moan and you can feel him smile widely against your mouth as you do as he expected. Crying and whining for him.

“C-Can I cum?” Lips popping free from Serizawa’s, you crane your head back to Reigen, choking on your breath as you find him stroking his cock, wrist rolling hard from the tip to the base. His thumb gathers the build up of pre-cum, reserving it for your taste buds as he saunters over. You know the drill so you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking him clean. He presses his thumb deeper, narrowed eyes with heavy lids glancing over to Serizawa when he instructs, “Go on. Make her cum.” 

Serizawa swallows hard. There’s a lot going on, it’s almost too much but he does what he’s told. But not before lingering on Reigen’s hard and bulging member for a moment, noting its length and slight curvature, how the tip is red and leaking. “Kiss me, Serizawa. I wanna cum!” Your begging pulls his attention back to you and oh, how he wants to please you so bad, feel you crumble all around him as he ushers you to your long-awaited release. So he pinches your cheeks, capturing your jutted lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue already sliding against yours as he jackhammers his fingers while adding another into your pliant little hole. Your walls, so squishy and tightening more and more by the second, welcome the pressure Serizawa’s fingers bring. “P-Please.” Now he’s pleading, panting into your mouth as he finishes, “Cum for me.” 

You couldn’t deny the request, even if you wanted to. You cum, hard and rushed, around Serizawa’s fingers and even he joins in your dreamy moans as he feels your release coat his fingers in a glimmering sheen. Drops of your slick start to trickle down his wrist and you’ve stained his jacket, his slacks, but he doesn’t care. He’d let you ruin anything in his closet. He’d let you ruin him.

And that’s when you start to feel a foreign puddle welling up behind you. Serizawa’s come to burst with you, cumming in his pants so fast that he chokes on a groan so loud, it makes Reigen’s member twitch with anticipation. Serizawa would be ashamed if this was any other situation. But with the pair of you, all he can think about is how he now has a desire for more.

Your breathing starts to regulate, but you know it won’t be stable for long, not if Serizawa and Reigen have anything to say about it. You can already feel Serizawa’s cock fatten up behind you in record time, displaying his want, his carnal need, for more. It’s Reigen that breaks the silence, cock in hand as he continues to pump, “You ready to cum in her pussy next, Serizawa?” And it’s you who so sweetly offers on an exhale, “Your pick.”

That’s how Serizawa’s ended up lying on his back. That’s how you have ended up with your legs spread, knees at his hips, your cunt just mere inches above his fat, throbbing member. And that’s how Reigen’s ended up with his cock at your cheek– poking, prodding, impatient. 

“I’m gonna put it in, okay, Seri?” He feebly nods. You’ll take it. Your palms flat on his stomach, you sink your hips low until Serizawa’s wide tip is bumping along your entrance. You gasp when he centers his cock, the head of his shaft now pressing in you. So much of him has to cram inside, the pressure has you feeling stuffed and he isn’t even past the tip. The stretch– it burns but you try not to show it in your face. Serizawa is the opposite; he’s never mastered the art of a poker face, always wearing his heart on his sleeve so you see it all. Nirvana just cresting his expression, his eyes are awash with pleasure as he watches your hips shimmy, pussy finally adjusting to his girth.

Sliding down, you push a husky groan from Serizawa, straight from his chest. His head sinks further into the mattress and shaky hands come to rest on your waist, though you can’t tell if that’s for him or for you. You feel sublime, unlike anything he’s ever felt before and you haven’t even started moving. You’re just so warm and you hug him so tight with your walls. You watch him shudder and huff just under his breath. It must be a lot for him, you think. So you start nice and slow, your hips undulating with a focus on running your clit over him but you underestimate just how delicious the combination of stimulating yourself while the end of his cock is buried so deep inside you, you feel him throbbing in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh. This is very different from Reigen.

“I’m– I’m gonna start moving now.” When you speak, you choke on your words. It’s overwhelming. It’s easy to understand how you’ve only been focusing on Serizawa, why you can only take him into consideration because he’s just so massive, he’s wedged in so tight he makes you feel whole. But that doesn’t stop Reigen from nudging your cheek with the fat of his cock, thumb rubbing out his foreskin as he eagerly awaits for you to relieve him. “Make sure you hold onto her, Serizawa.” Reigen barely gets the words out without groaning. You whittled away the last shred of his composure when he saw you take all of Serizawa into that tight little pussy of yours, the same one he’s claimed, the very one he’s filled with his cum more times than he can recall. 

And you’re taking him in so well, Reigen notes, and it’s appetizing how your bottom lip, supple and pouty, ushers out whispered moans and whimpers as you start to grind on Serizawa’s cock on your ascent. “Go on. Help her.” Reigen’s orders sound weakened; seeing you fuck yourself on his newly minted worker makes his member pulse and twitch in his hand, wrapping tighter with every stroke as he commits to memory the way Serizawa is looking at you, eyes fogged over with salacious want while you completely commit yourself to the tidal waves of pleasure that flood your pussy when Serizawa’s veiny cock run along your walls. You’re finding your rhythm with Serizawa when your cunt finally adjusts to his width and length and he can feel you relax around him but why are you still so fucking tight? 

“C’mere.” Reigen murmurs to you, his free hand coming to cup your chin. He gives you a look over, soaking in how fucked out you look with your glazed over eyes and slack jaw, skin slightly shiny with sweat. If he’s being honest, he could cum just from watching Serizawa fuck you dumb but he’s the only reason you two are here, like this, so he thinks he’s earned himself some special attention too. So when he presses a palm to the back of your head, drawing you in, you oblige with a greedy open mouth. No adjusting necessary, Reigen’s cock fits perfectly in your mouth and you know just how to treat him. 

“Thatta’ girl.” You eat up Reigen’s praises, you always have, and you show your gratitude by looking up at him, keeping that eye contact when the tip of your nose finally runs against his pelvis. Reigen’s groans start to join Serizawa as they both give themselves over to the pleasure, over to you. God, you think Reigen’s always sounded pretty but with Serizawa in the mix, you think you’ll short-circuit. It’s indescribable, the way they both fill you up and drive themselves into you like they can’t live without it. Without you.

Serizawa can’t help it, you feel too good. Surely you’ll forgive him for deepening his thrusts, rushing his cock inside you quicker and harder than before. You look so blissful, eyelashes fluttering shut as you gag yourself on Reigen’s dick and the sounds you make are so sloppy, so lewd and sinful that Serizawa has to grind you on the base of his cock until he’s hitting a spot that makes you cry all around Reigen. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re doing so good.” The blond croons watching you crumble around Serizawa’s forceful ramming. Reigen starts to rock himself into you, throwing his head back when your cheeks start to hollow out as you suck long and hard down his length. His cock quivers in your mouth, bobbing and filling out the back of your mouth with a familiar, but ever intoxicating feel. He keeps you up and stable, a hand at the crown of your head dragging you as deep as he wants you to be while the other meets yours on his outer thigh. You cling to him for support and he gladly gives it, watching you with such rapture as you get your holes filled by the two of them.

Serizawa bucks his hips into you with reckless abandon, trying to make sure he is flush against your cunt at every second. The pressure, the intensity at which you squeeze him with your hot and gummy walls is so sublime, he can hardly contain himself. He could never imagine that this is what sex feels like, that this is what YOU feel like. Your pussy clings to him so tightly, he's going delirious. This is so different from his fist, from all the late nights he'd spent rutting into his own hand for some relief. He thought he knew pleasure but you're showing him just how wrong he was. He fights the heaviness in his lids to focus on you, feeling his chest tighten and his cock twitch when he sees you deep throating Reigen's length with lewd enthusiasm. Yet you still bounce on Serizawa's cock, giving both men the attention they deserve and crave like it's second nature to you.

Rings of erotic bliss flood your system, from your mouth to your cunt, electrifying shocks added every time your clit brushes against Serizawa's abdomen. Your groans aren't just self-serving; through the tear drops coating your eyelashes, you see Reigen crane his head to the ceiling, his expression putting his euphoria on full display as he continues to fill your pliant mouth with his engorged member. You savor his taste, flattening your tongue against his length and surrounding him with your wet and hot slobber as you continue to pump him into your mouth. You sputter and gag around him, knowing full well this drives him crazy. "Fuck." Reigen growls, almost as if on cue when you push yourself to hilt, the tip of your nose flattening against his trimmed pubic hair. You just look so pretty, so ironically angelic, taking them both in so earnestly and happily. It's enough to drive him mad– hell, drive them both over the edge.

"You getting close?" Reigen's voice is gravelly but his words are clear. However, who he is speaking to is up in the air so you and Serizawa both reply. You in the series of choked whines and Serizawa with a husky and depraved yes. "Gonna cum in your mouth and Serizawa's gonna fill you up. Can you do that?" You couldn't argue, wouldn't argue. You're so full, so absolutely wracked with pleasure that you could do this over and over again and never get tired. The knot building up in your core, the one Serizawa's been poking and jamming, is bursting at the seams and you're just dying for release.

Serizawa's a mess, jaw slack and eyes hazy as he reaches his apex and Reigen can't help but delight in knowing you've brought him there– that you two are the reason for his wrecked state. Between that and seeing you, so hungry and shiny with tears and sweat, Reigen's about to pop. And he does, he can't even get the words out fast enough to warn you when he starts to shoot and flood your mouth with his sticky cum. You lap up all that he gives you, taste buds tingling at his unique flavor. You try to swallow but feel yourself buckling, knees shaking when Serizawa pummels into you with a whole new degree of fervor and want, like he's determined to coat your innermost being with his cum. He chokes, "C-Cumming!" as his cock spasms one last time against the ridges of your tight walls, his cum abundant and thick as it spurts inside you. It's so much, it spills out along with your own release from the tiniest of crevices, gathering in a puddle on Serizawa's pelvis. The nerves in your clit pulse, hard enough that you feel it throughout your whole body and all you can do is sigh in contentment all around Reigen's member, his cock still hard and deep in your mouth.

Replacing the moans comes heavy breathing and huffs, the three of you trying to stabilize your hearts after such a raucous experience. Reigen's cock slips out of your mouth, dribbling remnants of cum and drool down your puffy lips until your chin is soaked. He smooths your cheek with his thumb, looking at your with such adoration it makes you heart thud loudly in your chest. "I'll go get some towels." He ends up murmuring against your lips, leaving you with a sweet peck. 

And when he comes back, he sees you, still stuffed with Serizawa's cock, lurching forward and gingerly rubbing Serizawa's face, red and obviously spent, popping a few kisses to his lips while you praise him for being so good, perfect even. That's when he knows. You'll be doing this again. And again. And again.

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DRUNK CONFESSIONS

Pairing: Serizawa Katsuya/Female Reader

Summary: As rain sprinkled down from the fuzzy sky, the breeze lazily bristled as it danced throughout the city. Today, the staff of Spirits and Suchs had to get up early to travel as Reigen was contacted for a job outside of the city. With Mob having class, this job consisted of only Serizawa, Reigen, and most significantly, you. He's not sure how long he's been drawn to you. Though, he found it difficult to ignore or obscure his little crush, especially when you’re both alone. And given how close you and Reigen are, it doesn't make things any easier for him. A drink or two should prevent him from embarrassing himself for now.

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A/N: Serizawa and liquor don’t go together…

The debate story is actually a true story from me lol back freshmen year. Oh and also, If this does well enough i may do a part two. So share, reblog, or comment if you like!

WORD COUNT // 3924 words

The wind blew lazily as sprinkles of rain toppled from the beclouded sky, which covered the raw sunlight. Serizawa continued to close his eyes, however, as if the light were shining directly into them. It must be because of the time of day and how exhausted he was. He didn't get much sleep the night before because of his undesirable thoughts about you, a coworker. He has developed a small affection for you.

Even though it was just sprinkling, he stood at the crossing holding his plastic umbrella over his head because he couldn't risk having his suit even slightly ruined by the rain. The possibility that it might be pouring rain by the time you all return is his other justification for bringing an umbrella. Knowing you and Reigen, you both probably forgot. He sighed before crossing the street with the crowd as soon as the light goes green.

Reigen recently got a client request out of Seasoning City. Evidently, this forcing you all to wake up this early to travel. Reigen saw it as best if only the adults came since Mob has been busy with school in general while Tome had school on the day.

Serizawa closed his umbrella and held it close to his hip. He stared at the office door; he could hear you and Reigen talking animatedly inside. He shakily sighed, hoping to get this workday over without embarrassing himself. He always ended up feeling like a fool near you. Some days, he wished he could just speak freely with you like Reigen, but you both have known each other way longer. Serizawa could only hope someone brought coffee as he opened the door.

Your voice welcomes him as he places his umbrella on the door's handle. “Serizawa! You’re the last one to arrive. That’s not normal,” you pointed you. You sat in front of Reigen's desk, where typically potential customers sit to inquire about Spirits & Such Consulting services.

The mentioned man sat at his desk in front of you; Dimple floated nearby. “Was your train late?” Reigen asked before you could.

Serizawa flattens out his navy blue blazer and dim-red tie before taking place on the couch near your chair. “Uh yeah, I had to wait for the second one. I hope I didn’t inconvenience you all,” he stated.

Serizawa missing the second train didn't matter anyway, he always left hours earlier than needed. It’s practically impossible for him to truly be late in fashion; always guaranteed he’ll make it on time. He’s impressively good at time management.

You lean back on your chair and turned to keep your gaze on the man as you suggest. “If you ever need a ride, just ask me! I rarely drive anyway so it gives me an excuse to use the car my dad put so much effort in for me,” you told him, a heartwarming look in your eye.

He turned away even though he wanted to keep eye contact with you. “I’ll...keep that in mind,” he said in a moderate tone. He’s learned to avoid whispering and stuttering. Stuttering is a bit harder to avoid though.

“We should get ready to leave,” Reigen suggested. He switches his gaze to his laptop in front of him. “We’ll be there all day and make it back to Seasoning City by 2 am at the earliest,” he informed you all.

Dimple sighed from his spot; he was a moody spirit in the early mornings. “What exactly was the job anyway?” he said, a frown splattered on his face.

Serizawa silently also wanted to know as he didn’t understand the whole job they were hired for. Though, here comes your job. Serizawa isn’t sure what the official title is but you basically collect all the job information and put it in layman's terms for the employees, which is only three people, to understand. It may be a completely fake job cooked up by Reigen since he wanted an excuse for you and him to work together; but hell, you were good at it nonetheless.

“The client inherited a manor from her great, great grandparents that they abruptly abandoned decades ago without selling. She wanted to turn it into a local hotel. However, she stated she saw maids, butlers, and more resided there,” you explain; soothingly and efficiently.

Reigen proceeds where you ended. “We think they’re the former staff that used to work there. Unfortunately, the client doesn’t know much about her great-grandparents since her family had a strained relationship with them,” he added, crossing his arms.

Dimple jumped in, now not as far from the group as before. “If they’re ghosts that means they must’ve all died in the manor,” he stated.

You lean further back into the chairs as Serizawa gives his input. “It’s odd that they all died near the same time and as the same staff. I could only be assuming though...”

You nod your head in agreement with Serizawa's input. “That’s what I thought. I don’t think her great, great grandparents were so innocent,” you alleged.

Reigen shrugged. “Besides that, the drive will be 6 hours with no stops. We’ll be there by 10 am,” he informed, shutting his laptop and placing it inside its travel case.

Dimple groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. “Sheesh, that’s the entire day, and almost half of that’s from driving,” he complained.

You clap your hands energetically, “Then we should get breakfast first!” you rejoiced. You didn’t get a chance to make a proper breakfast. All you had was a slice of toast like a cliche anime protagonist. "Serizawa should choose! Arataka and I picked the last time we traveled out of town,” you added to the group who didn’t object.

However, Serizawa did, shaking his head apologetically. “I-I don’t have any spare money to pay for food today. Sorry.”

Reigen shrugged. “Don’t fret, I’ll just take it out of your paycheck,” he put out. Though Serizawa, yet again, gently objected and explained his reasoning.

“Actually, I was planning on using this next pay for my mother's birthday...” he explained. You all listened with eyes on him, making him look away from your peering gazes. “Don’t worry, I can pass on food.”

You suddenly clap your hands again, as if your clap is the beginning of the shift of the mood of the room, which isn’t entirely untrue. You somehow were always able to switch the room to a more pleasant vibe after solemn ones. “Of course not, we’re going to be there a long time so you should eat regardless. I’ll pay for Serizawa’s portion of breakfast,” you boldly state, making Serizawa quickly object.

“But--” he started but you continued regardless of his cut-short protest.

“--And...he can pay me back when he can,” you added, courageous eyes staring into his eyes. “Okay?”

Serizawa sighs in defeat. He sometimes forgets how outspoken you and Reigen are. “O-Okay…” he replied.

You beamed. “Tell your mom I said happy birthday too,” you added.

Before the man could respond Dimple speaks up. The room's mood now is desirable again. “I’m not one for food, too much work to digest.”

“Doesn’t matter, it makes it cheaper for all of us if you don’t eat.” Reigen retorted. It wasn't like Dimple ever paid for himself anyway, he thought.

“So, whatcha craving Serizawa?” you asked, a small smile present on your face, making Serizawa silently lost in his thoughts for too long.

So long that Reigen spoke before he could answer. “Well I’m personally down for anything, I just need something to wake me up. I only had toast before leaving the house,” he commented, making you turn to him, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Me too...are you copying me Arataka?” you jested.

He scoffs in response. “As if I’d use my energy for that!”

As you both banter like middle schoolers, Serizawa finds the strength to speak loud enough to talk over you two and catch your attention. “I kind of wanted some Miso soup,” he stated, you and Reigen were quiet for a second, making the man fearful for a minute. “But I don’t really care, I’d like anything you’d like…” he added. What he truly meant by ‘you’ was just what you wanted but the way he worded made it seem as if he was speaking of everyone.

Though, you could tell by his quick glance at you when he said it, what he truly meant. “That’s sweet, Katsuya,” you murmured, making him feel like a volcano with magma bubbling in his stomach. The way you say his first name, which is already rare, makes him feel so intoxicated.

You make a ‘peace’ sign with your hands. “That’s two for Miso soup! No objection. Arataka?” you implored his opnion.

Reigen responds in a bland tone. “Well even if I did reject I'd lose, but like I said I’m down for anything,” he explained which oddly made you recall a childhood memory.

“Funny, that’s the same reason you lost against Dictionary, 2008, Debate team, 1st year."

Dimple and Serizawa had bluntly confused expressions on their faces while Reigens morphed into an annoyed scowl. “Ugh, don’t remind me of that,” he whined, leaning back in his seat.

Serizawa asks the question that he was thinking. “You were on the Debate team Reigen-sama?” he questioned his boss.

Reigen nodded. “Yeah. All throughout high school and a little bit before that. We both were actually,” he replied, pointing his thumb at you.

You childishly point your finger back at him, your tongue sticking out. “That’s how we met when we were 1st years! We were both in Debate throughout our high school careers,” you recalled cheerfully.

Serizawa's eyes widened. He knew you and Reigen knew each other for a long time but he didn’t think it was for that long. You two must know each other so well. You both would make a great couple.

“So who’s this ‘Dictionary’ anyway?” Dimple rejoined making you laugh again. It kind of made Serizawa want to laugh too.

When you started talking, breakfast was no longer on either of your minds. “Pfft, it was this guy. maybe a 3rd year? Reigen was spouting off his argument to the judges, and Dictionary brought out a little pocket dictionary and SO desperately searched through it before commenting how Arataka had used ONE fucking word wrong and objected. He said it gave off the wrong message to the judges or some bullshit like that,” you told, barely trying to hold your laughs at this point.

“Total bullshit! The judge ended up agreeing too!!” Reigen exclaimed before sighing. He smiled at the memory. “Ah, but that was so long ago," he uttered.

Serizawa couldn’t help but comment on how long you two have known each other. “Wow, I didn’t know you both knew each other for that long.”

You visibly agreed. “Mhm! 13 years. I know, it’s unbelievable. That’s an entire Mob!” You smiled so brightly as you recalled your teenage memories with Reigen, Serizawa wished he could know you as Reigen does. But, even though he’s only known you for a year, he still knows little things about you. How you talk passionately about literally anything, or how you’re always triggered when anything changes. Like if he or Reigen tie their ties differently.

Serizawa is older than you and Reigen by 2 years, though you’re more mature than him. He sighed to himself. ‘I wish I could be bold and catch your attention,’ he thought as he stared at your side profile. ‘I want you to smile when you think of us too…’

Reigen begins to randomly check his watch for no reason in particular, but that is when he notices the time, and his eyes widen to the size of plates. “It’s been half an hour!?” he belted, his voice full of disbelief.

When he shouts this information it causes each of you to check the time on your own, and he was right, it had been 32 minutes since Serizawa’s arrival. “We should get going and hurriedly get breakfast or we’re going to be there later than planned,” he advised, putting his arms through his blazer and buttoning it up.

You stand up along with Reigen. “Damn, we got distracted,” you mumbled. Serizawa stood after you. You pointed a finger at him. “Miso soup it is Katsuya!” you declared before you all left.

The group soon grabbed breakfast before beginning their drawn-out journey. The drive was uneventful for the last few hours. In the beginning, you were able to keep in conversation with all your buddy co-workers, but once the Miso soup settled in, it made your body realize how little sleep you were. You mindlessly wished you could’ve brought your car, but your car was too small. You fell asleep in the backseat of the car.

As Reigen said earlier, this drive had no stops, meaning once you all were there you all were starving for nutrition. Even Dimple was tempted to possess a body for some food. The client was there upon your arrival, fruit in her grasp. You could’ve thanked the women to death.

As the job proceeded, Serizawa was the leader for this job unlike usual. This was because he had more knowledge of spirits and ghosts. Dimple's input also helped gravely. You were, honestly, scared out of your mind along with Reigen. So you made sure to stand close to Serizawa since he seemed to know what he was doing, which made the poor man markedly delighted.

After getting chased and screamed at by perfectionist ghosts, the job was done. Reigen’s earlier estimate was right. You all were finished not too late and made it back to Seasoning City at 2 am like predicted. That job was a doozy, but the pay made it all so worth it. Luckily the client was wealthy.

“Man, that was a doooozy,” you whined as you each walked into the office of Spirits & Suchs. You flop down onto the couch cushions and rest your eyes. “I’m exhausted—and starving again,” you declared as Serizawa sat next to you.

He digs his hand into his pocket right after you stated this fact. “Here, I picked up a few granola bars when we stopped at the convenience store.” He handed you a mixed berry granola bar.

You grabbed the bars from his hands. “You’re a lifesaver, Serizawa!” you rejoiced, a smile present on your face as you open the wrapper and take a wide bite.

Reigen sat at his desk chair after closing the door behind him and Dimple; Reigen no longer wore his blazer and his tie was loose. That job was a killer. Especially since he was the one driving to and back.

You rest your elbow on the couch handles and place your cheek on your palm as you chew. “Man, I’d kill for a drink,” you thought but ended up muttering aloud.

“Would you like me to pick something up for you?” he suggested. His gaze laying on your relaxed form. You knew Serizawa was exhausted like the rest of you, he did modestly do most of the work. He's one of the strongest Espers you know. You tend to forget this due to his forbearing nature.

You shake your head, not wanting to keep asking for things. You really should thank him more. “No, you don’t have to! Plus I don’t mean any drink, particularly some al-co-hol~” you sang. Your correction unintentionally made Serizawa feel like an idiot.

When you mentioned alcohol, you caught the attention of your dear friend Reigen. “You wanna get drunk?” he inquired.

You smiled cheekily, shrugging your shoulders also. “Kinda!”

Reigen grabbed his chin in thought. “Hmm, well I don’t have any planned clients tomorrow so I'm cool with that. Been a while since I had some good alcohol,” he stated, causing you to laugh to the point of choking.

"Pfft, no way Reigen. You’re an impressive lightweight!” you teased.

Dimple rejoined the conversation. “You are a lightweight, Reigen,” he added on to the fact, making the man scowled.

“Oh, shut up!” he barked.

“I’ve never drunk alcohol before…” Serizawa announced.

You turn your gaze onto him, somewhat surprised; well, he was two years older than you so you just assumed. “What? You’ve never been wasted?” you exclaimed your sluggish form from before disappearing.

He slowly shook his head. “Uh, no,” he admitted.

“Well, that’s not a surprise,” Dimple commented.

You sometimes forget that Serizawa only recently started going out into the world. Reigen then spoke before you could. “You don’t have to drink any. We can get something else for you,” he suggested. “We should get some dinner while we’re out too,” he added.

Serizawa quickly shook his head. “N-No, I’ve been wanting to try some for a while. Just for the experience I guess,” he said. He wasn’t lying when he said that, he did like experiencing the small things. “Is that weird? Kind of niche…” he mumbles to himself.

He lightly flinched when you touched his shoulder. The contact made him shiver in delight, he was barely able to hear what you were saying. “Of course not! We all have niche things we want to do. I personally wanna buy something from a luxurious brand just for the ‘experience.’” You didn’t want Serizawa feeling as if he was the outcast between you all.

He nodded his head, avoiding eye contact with you. Now that everything was official, you ate the last piece of your granola bar, you threw it into the bin. You then pumped your fist into the air. “Let’s all get wasted!” you declared.

Your moment was ruined when Reigen deadpanned. “Wipe your face,” he said, pointing at the crumbs on your face. You whined about how he ruined your moment and embarrassed you as you wiped the crumbs off your face. After bickering like children for an hour, you all left.

You all made it back to Spirits and Such after picking up some good alcohol and food. The night was followed by friendly chatter. After hours of drinking, Reigen was the first to decide that he was ready to call it quits. Surprisingly, he wasn’t pink in the face. Dimple also decided to end the night as it was and make his leave. To be perfectly honest, you didn’t want the night to end but knew you couldn’t force them to stay. Though, it seems Serizawa also didn’t want to leave. His face was in a daze as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.

You turn your gaze to him after Reigen declared that he was ready to go home. “Serizawa, you sure you don’t wanna go with them?” you ask. Serizawa stated loudly, which was out of character, how he didn’t wanna end the night yet. “Dimple can possess somebody and drive you home. You know how to drive right, Dimple?”

Dimple responded. “Easy skill.”

Reigen scratched his nose. “Yeah, I still have that car rented for another day or two,” he added.

You all could tell he’d drunk a bit more than needed for a newbie. To his lazy posture and flushed face. Oddly, Serizawa didn’t even act like he was listening to Reigen, he ignored Reigens words and moved his face close to yours. “I’d rather stay with you,” he muttered, boldly making eye contact with you.

“Oh?” you mustered.

After a short silence, Reigen speaks. “Right… Well then, have a good night you two. Don’t forget to lock up before you leave.” He said as he opened the door, his grey blazer over his shoulder. Dimple waved you two off. “See ya later.”

Serizawa’s odd behavior did not come to a stop, even after Reigen and Dimple left. So you decide to confront him, Your eyes laced with his. “Serizawa?” You called lightly as he sat right next to you.

“Are you drunk?” you asked him.

This only made him shrug his shoulder and turn away before turning back to you. “I don’t know…but I am intoxicated by you,” he purred, making you cringe.

You sighed. “You’re drunk. You should’ve gone with Arataka,” you said more to yourself than to him. Though he responded.

“I said I’d rather be alone with you,” he repeated.

You groaned. He was sober enough to remember that. “I know what you said.” You shouldn’t have allowed him to drink so much, you thought.

What the man said next surprised you. “Mmm, If I was Reigen you wouldn’t question me. You wouldn’t worry so much about offending me," he mumbled.

You turn your head back to him, your arm on the armrest. “Katsuya, what are you talking about?”

He chuckles to himself. “You always say my name so rarely, it makes it so special to hear,” he said before frowning again. You decided it was best to just listen to him rather than to respond.

“I don’t want to worry you so much. I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to care for me the way I care for you.” he confessed, turning his gaze to lap. “I try to be stronger, less pathetic b-but--” he sobbed, and suddenly tears were streaming down his face.“—but I don't know how to make that happen!”

You touch his arm to soothe him somehow. “Serizawa?” You wanted to ask him if he was alright but he just finished saying how he didn’t like how you constantly worried for him.

He stopped crying just as fast as he started, and he grabbed your hand that touched his bicep. “Say my first name again.” He looked up at you. “Please let me hear you say it again.”

For some reason, you mindlessly did what he asked you to do. “Katsuya~”

He groans as soon as you purr his name out “I love how you say my name. I love hearing it from your lips, I love being with you. I adore everything about you. Which makes it clear to me why you wouldn't want a man like me l-loving you…” he rambled, slouching over his lap.

It was a short silence before you began to smile at yourself. “K-Katsuya," you chuckled. "Thank you for speaking your mind with me,” you said, squeezing his hand. He turned to look at you again, he didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to say either: so you kissed him.

Katsuya's eyes slowly shut as you took control of the kiss. He could tell he was being needy in his kiss, but he couldn’t help it. You pulled away, his lips following you for a second. His stomach felt all hot and warm like he was going to erupt. He removed his hand from yours, quickly covering his mouth. In a second he’s behind the couch throwing up.

You stood still for a moment in shock, before realizing what he was doing. You rub his back as he embarrassedly throws up his dinner and drinks. Eventually, after he's done throwing up, he passes out from exhaustion and embarrassment.

You sighed to yourself as he slept on the couch. You wiped his face with a napkin. After thinking, you decide that you’ll both stay here for the night. He slept like a baby on the couch as you cleaned his face, and you admired his features, cupping his face before saying to yourself or him, you’re not really sure. “No. You’re not pathetic, Katsuya.”

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[ato-dato]

*genders your bent*

[spaceistheplaceart]

this was meant to be just making ekurei into a garnet moment but turned into a whole comic, oops!

(Please Reblog!)

[rebka18]

For @mitsybubbles i like to think seri and reigen never whent to a prom (seri cause of the isolation and reigen cause he didint had anyone to take even a friend) so the kids ended up asking them to chaperone but end up enjoying themselfs instead !!!

[livingtelevisionart]

Some fluffy Serirei :))

(I ran out of ideas on what to draw so this was sm quick I just pulled out)

[nightxpining]

Plans and confessions, part 2

Day 7/7 - Confessions

Bonus Reigen reaction I couldn't fit in to the main piece :^)

[wheeliescoot]

various serirei

[teethflavoured]

boy they weren't lying he sure can Talk About Video Games

[lillazi]

Merry Christmas everyone!! 🎄 ❤️

[clut-ter]

Mp100 x toh au

This au is still a work in progress, not everything is set in stone right now. I'm still trying to figure the roles of some mp100 characters and maybe change some roles.😭😭

Here are the sketches not all on one page

These are the roles

If you have any suggestions or whatnot please lmk!!!

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+!!! fem!reader. references to breasts/pussy. you send nudes to seri and he surprises you in return.

"hey katsuya," you'd purred in his ear one night, "can i send you pics while you're gone?" he'd looked so puzzled, with a sparse dusting of pink on his cheekbones and a heightened openness to his eyes. "dirty pics."

the answer had been yes and so that's why you're here now, scrolling through the carousel of pictures on your phone, looking for the perfect one to send to serizawa on his first night away. you decide on the most mild of the bunch: a selfie with a bright smile and a flippant peace sign, but your arms are squished against your breasts, making your bustling cleavage the undeniable focus of the image. you tap on your phone the accompanying message, "thinking of you katsu. miss you!" and hit send.

( 📨 YOU'VE GOT MAIL! )

the read receipt that flashes on your screen comes right after and you see the ( . . . ) come and go before ultimately receiving, "I miss you too! Thank you for the picture. I love it." you kick your feet in the air, squealing like you're falling in love all over again, before typing out, "can i send you more?" and just like the first reply, serizawa's message to you is swift. "Yes."

you flip through the series of photos you'd already taken but the fire lit in your tummy calls you take a new one. your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for seri's reaction, you ready yourself for a new ensemble of photos.

you end up sending serizawa a treasure trove, each picture more risqué than the last. you start with your tank top a little more dipped than before, showing more of your bra than before and of course it's one of seri's favorites. he just loves how the color and shape compliment your body so well, but he loves in you everything really. that photo stirs awake his cock, the thick and weighty flesh pressing against the fabric of his pajama pants. it's a good thing he's alone because if there's one thing about serizawa, it's that he can't hide his hard ons. he's much too large for that.

the next photo has your shirt off and breasts out. your face is barely in the photo, clearly the priority being for seri to ogle your naked form. but there's enough of your face for him to see the cheeky grin plastered over your lips. your fingers are tantalizingly wrapped around the band of your panties, promising to show him more if he just stays patient. this one has him palming his erection, his large hand easily covering and rubbing out his strained cockhead through his pants.

your third message is an ass pic, taken with the help of your phone's timer. you're bent over your dresser, the fat of your bottom in the center of the photo. your underwear? gone. so on top of seeing your ass, which you know already drives seri crazy, he is also treated to your plump folds, pussy glistening with your essence and it makes seri's head fuzzy seeing you like this, even with him so far away you're so good to him.

every photo got a response from seri within the minute but that last one is left on read. you're not sure what to make of it, but you figure seri just got wrapped up in something. you've never been one to doubt seri.

then you get a notification, "katsu <3 sent you a video" and you swear you've never clicked on an alert so fast.

what you see next has your mouth watering and your cunt dripping. the video starts a little shaky but stabilizes soon enough, giving you the most perfect view of serizawa's fattened cock. seri is holding the phone close to his face, you know this because you are treated to a beautiful assortment of his pants and grunts as he wraps a hand around his veiny girth. he gives himself a few strokes, treating you to the delicious sight of his foreskin, firm and stocky, running up and over the wide mushroom tip of his penis. you're licking your lips, looking at how his veins pulse with every twitch of his monster cock. "hnngh, i remember -- remember you told me you liked this." there's a breathy chuckle from him that wavers as his fingers tighten around his dick. "i-- i hope this is okay."

oh, it's MORE than okay. the video goes on for a little over a minute but you rewatch it over and over, absolutely mesmerized by the way seri's big hand commands his cock, stroking it and letting it go so it goes pap! against his cushy thigh. he does it with confidence, knowing the view and sound is to your liking.

"katsuya! you're so good to me!" you cheer in your message to him. "wish i could take care of that for you <3"

and god, the sex you have when he comes back is INSANE. he shows you JUST how much he missed you, shows you JUST how much he loved the pictures you sent him

[bridge-demon]

over here giggling at the idea of, after reigen and serizawa get together, reigen makes a joke about serizawa "sleeping with the boss", to which serizawa starts freaking out and apologizing and saying he should know his place and reigen is just like???? uh. uhm..... lmao?

[regular-tumbled]

why does Serizawa call him babygirl?

[honey-oak]

Can I stay with you? 

Serizawa Katsuya x Reader

Genre: FLUFF  Tropes: Only (1) bed

Summary: Your power goes out during a cold front and you ask to stay at Serizawa’s for the night. 

Word Count: ~2.7K

AO3 Link

Fic below :)

A full body shiver rustled you out of your sleep, you tossed yourself over in your bed, and tried to burrow deeper into the blankets before you realized your room was ice cold. You squinted through the pitch blackness of the room trying to see the alarm clock on your dresser that usually had a faint glow, to see the time, but when its light was absent you realized the power was out… and so was your heat. You let out a long groan and pulled the blankets over your head. A nasty cold front was coming through Seasoning City, and this was absolutely no time to be enduring a night without heat. You quickly grabbed your phone off your nightstand looking for an email from your apartment management or your electric company regarding the power.

ETA for power restoration…. 12pm. It was midnight. You were not going to last twelve hours shivering in this apartment and you were certainly not going to get a wink of sleep. You settled on calling your closest friend in walking distance to see if you could spend the night. You didn’t want to spend any more time out in the cold than strictly necessary. Serizawa and you had gotten closer recently and you had a feeling that he would be happy to host, or at least he wouldn’t turn down someone in need. You were freezing your butt off and were already dialing his number.

“H-Hello?” A gruff voice answered quickly on the other line.

“Hey. Serizawa, do you have power?” You quickly asked jumping right into the point, “Oh. Wait, did I wake you up?”

“Hm? Are you okay? I have power.” He replied quickly, concern apparent in his voice.

“My place lost power and I won’t have heat until tomorrow afternoon. And with this weather we are having..” You rambled on, already packing a bag of toiletries and a spare change of clothes, your teeth were chattering from leaving the small warmth of your bed, “I was wondering if maybe I could come stay with you for the night? It’s so cold here I can’t sleep.”

“Of course!” Serizawa said softly. You hear faint rustling noises on the other end of the line, that sounded like he was getting out of bed. So you had woken him up.

“Ok! Great, I’m just grabbing some things and I’ll head right over.” You confirmed breathing a sigh of relief. Serizawa was always such a dependable person. Not to mention that you definitely had a huge crush on him, but that was neither here nor there. You were just about to sleep over his house because your power was out during a cold front, you were not going to make this weird. At all.

As soon as the phone call ended Serizawa started to blink away what was left of his sleep. Taking in the full consequences of his actions. He looked around his small apartment and realized… ‘I only have one bed’. He had definitely read too much manga for this.

—

By the time you knocked on his door, your cheeks were slightly wind burnt from the cold and your nose felt like it was downright frozen. As soon as Serizawa saw you he was ushering you inside. He had you wrapped in a blanket and sitting in his living area while he was making you tea as soon as your shoes and coat were off to warm you up. You watched him, taking a second to appreciate how cute he looked in his gray sweatpants and loose T-shirt. It was rare that you got to see Serizawa in casual clothes, the two of you usually caught up after he had gotten off work or out of night class, so this was an odd treat for you. He almost looked out of place to you, dressed so relaxed but it was nice to see another side of him. You tried not to let your eyes linger too much on him but the sweatpants left too little to the imagination.

“So,” you cleared your throat to get his attention, needing conversation to distract yourself from your mind wandering where, frankly it shouldn’t be, “Thank you so much for letting me crash here. I appreciate it so much.”

He glanced back at you, giving you an uneasy smile, “Y-yeah of course.” He said, running his hand against the back of his neck, “You shouldn’t have to stay in the cold all night.”

“Serizawa,” Your eyes bore into him as you could tell something was wrong. You two were close enough by now that you had come to pick up on his nervous habits, “What’s wrong?”

He brought both cups of tea over and set them on the table. He sat across from you but did not make eye contact, instead he was fixed on looking at a random point on the floor.

“I— I only have one futon!” He exclaimed quickly, his eyes were darting around the room, looking anywhere and everywhere except at you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about it until we had already gotten off the phone.”

After he had confessed alleged crimes, he finally looked back at you, his face completely red. You could tell that Serizawa was extremely nervous about your reaction. His flustered reaction was adorable to you though and you couldn’t hold back a small giggle.

“Oh, Serizawa!” You said between a laugh, glancing over at his futon. You both could fit on there comfortably…. probably. “I don’t care, I don’t mind sharing, as long as you’re okay with it.”

“Y-you’re sure you’re comfortable with it?” He looked at you anxiously, his fingers twisting together, a look of slight guilt present on his face, “I don’t want to overstep. I can always just sleep on the ground!”

Your eyes narrowed at his suggestion of him sleeping on the hard ground of his apartment. You couldn’t say you were entirely prepared to arrive at Serizawa’s house and spend the night snuggled up in the same bed with him. The idea of spending the night in his house and having the man that you had feelings for possibly see you in an unflattering light was already unnerving enough, but to be in the same bed was definitely throwing you for a loop. At the same time, the prospect of being able to be closer to him was enticing all the same and you could feel your heart almost hammering out of your chest with nerves at the thought of being pressed against him trying to accommodate yourselves into that futon. If anything, it would be nice and toasty and you were still feeling chilled.

“You are not sleeping on the floor, Serizawa. That is final. Are you sure you’re comfortable with it? If anything I’d be the one overstepping because I am at your house,” You assured him in a calm and confident tone, faking it until you made it, “I am comfortable with it but only if you are as well.”

Serizawa visibly relaxed at your words, you could see some of the tension release from his shoulders as he leaned back slightly in resignation. His fingers relaxed in his lap and he took a deep exhale before he replied softly, “It’s fine. We are friends. It will be like a sleepover. Well, not that I had any of those.”

“Right! Exactly like a sleepover,” You quickly assured, stretching your arms over your head, yawning for exaggeration, “Well, I am not sure about you but I am beat. I know I woke you up. Let’s get this show on the road and get to bed. What do you say, Seri?”

“Hm?”, a small noise came from his throat as he was clearing the table of your teas as you were talking. Serizawa looked flustered and caught off guard at your sudden introduction of a nickname. Your intention was to make him feel more comfortable and closer, in a friendly way, naturally.

A moment passed and he finally replied quickly and loudly, scrubbing the small cups clean, “Y-Yes, I am quite tired.” You could see the tips of his ears were bright red.

Well, that could have gone over better, you thought to yourself. Serizawa opted to let it go so you would as well. Once he finished cleaning up, the two of you made your way over to his futon, both leering down at it with trepidation. You sure weren’t going to be the one to make the first move to get in. It wasn’t your bed. You looked over at Serizawa, and gave him an encouraging smile.

“Well, after you!” You cooed, holding your arm gesturing at the futon below the two of you. Trying to look as nonchalant about everything as you could. Below the surface you could feel your heart hammering in your chest and a bubble of nerves making their way through your body. You knew there was no way that Serizawa was any way better off than you. Even on a good day, he would get flustered by little things when you were around. You would normally chalk that up to the time he spent away from society but you considered this a universally nerve-wracking experience.

“R-Right!” He stammered as he gingerly knelt down and got under the blankets. He positioned himself on his back, stiff as a board. He had the blankets pulled up to his neck so that only his head was visible. His facial expression was uneasy, his mouth pressed into a firm line and his eyebrows knit tight together. You wondered briefly if Serizawa was even going to be able to fall back asleep at all, or if the two of you were doomed to just lay in excruciating silence for the remainder of the night.

You hesitated for a moment more before you shakily slid in next to him. You opted to lay on your side with your back turned to him, to save yourself the embarrassment of him seeing your flustered expression. You took a deep inhale through your nose and let out a long exhale, that was really more like a silent scream, towards the pillow trying to release the tension you were feeling. Thankful that the position you gave yourself at least allotted you some semblance of privacy for that at least. Under the blanket, you became hyper aware of the body heat radiating off of Serizawa, the man was like a six foot tall space heater. It helped you relax and want to scoot closer to the warmth, the blanket wasn’t necessarily the best size for two people but you had a feeling that he had given you more than half of it. You craned your neck back to look at him and your suspicion was confirmed when you saw that the blanket hardly reached his far shoulder.

He must have felt you shuffling around because with his eyes still closed, he questioned, “Are you comfortable?”

You scooted closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies, at this point not caring about your dignity, and pushed more of the blanket towards him, “Here. You’re not even covered by the blanket, Serizawa. I appreciate you wanting me to be comfortable but not at your own expense.”

“Goodnight, Serizawa” You whispered, turning back around, sinking back into the pillow.

“Goodnight,” He whispered back, accepting the blanket and you could feel him try to relax behind you. You closed your eyes and attempted to sleep, staying awake for who-knows-how-long, until you were aware of Serizawa’s deep, slow breathing a sure sign that he had finally drifted off to sleep. A shaky exhale of relief left your lips, you were thankful that at least one of you was able to relax enough to fall asleep. You tried to clear your mind of any swirling thoughts you were having about the bizarre situation and tried to just focus on relaxing your body, enjoying finally being enveloped in warmth compared to your frozen apartment. After a while your eyelids started to feel heavy and you were able to drift off to sleep as well.

—--

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you were surprised how well rested you felt. Your first thought was that you were so cozy, wrapped up in this weighted blanket, you didn’t even remember buying one of these– wait, that is NOT a weighted blanket and this is not your house. Your eyes fully opened and you took a sharp inhale in, assessing your sleeping position. Serizawa had, at some point during the night, turned on his side to spoon you and now was halfway on top of you, his leg flung over yours, effectively pinning you to the futon. Two firm arms held you flush against his chest, one under your neck that had replaced your pillow and the other snaked around your waist. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the realization of the compromising position that you had just apparently spent the night sleeping in with your crush. You had to admit that part of you was relishing the feeling of being cuddled up against him. It felt safe, secure, and warm. It definitely lost out to the part of you that was anxious about the aftermath of him waking up because you knew deep down that this was not a conscious Serizawa move. You had a crush on him for months and you had some suspicions that it was mutual, but he hadn’t even gone as far to hold your hand, let alone throw his entire body on you.

You were berating yourself for throwing all caution to the wind and tossing yourself into this position, well maybe not this exact position. You were not equipped to deal with this level of nerves early in the morning. As if sensing your pounding heart rate, Serizawa started to stir behind you. His hand that was on your waist started to slide toward your chest as he slowly started to stretch out, you quickly made a b-line to grasp his wrist. You may have grasped him a little too firmly out of self-preservation of what was left of your dignity because Serizawa’s body suddenly jolted and he took a sharp inhale. He pulled his wrist back from your hand quickly in surprise.

“I-I.. Oh.. Umm..” He stammered, pulling his body off of you, quickly retreating to the other end of the futon. He pulled his knees to his chest, a deep blush present across his cheeks, “I am so sorry. I.. I normally sleep with a body pillow and.. I am so sorry.”

You exhaled a puff of air before starting to laugh in earnest. Serizawa looked back at you with clear confusion, expecting you to be offended by his behavior.

“Honestly,” you said between laughs, looking up at him from your place on the futon smiling, “It was pretty comfortable,” you felt a pit in your stomach forming with anxiety before you got the courage to spit the next words out, “I.. I wouldn’t mind cuddling some more.”

He looked at you with a wobbly grin on his face and slowly let go of his knees, making his way back under the covers with you, “I.. Yes, I would like that too.”

This time you laid facing each other, your face pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped around you with one of your arms slung around his waist. You were thankful to have the contact back and be buried back against the warmth of his body. Sharing this calm, tender moment with each other in the morning felt a lot more intimate for two people that were just friends and gave you the confidence to finally say what you had been wanting to tell Serizawa for a long time.

“Hey Serizawa,” You said, peeking your face up from his chest, “I.. really like you.”

His arms wrapped tighter around your waist and he pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head, “I like you too.”

[rebka18]

And heres my secret santa gif from the event at @mp100secretspirit

For @pia-duo who asked for serirei baking some cookies and sweets at home to give out to the kids later with some mishaps,and obcourse i had to make them dreaming what the both think was going to happend hehe,hope you like it had much fun!!