#sero hanta x reader lemon

[ao3feed-izch]

What Would Mha characters do during (Here)

by HoneyyBunn

This book is a one-shot book full of wholesome and slightly unwholesome content. Any character, any ship (No minor x adult or crimes)! This is also a reader insert book so feel free to give y/n prompts!

Words: 116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Asui Tsuyu, Uraraka Ochako, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Iida Tenya, Aoyama Yuuga, Ojiro Mashirao, Kouda Kouji, Satou Rikidou, Shouji Mezou, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hagakure Tooru, Mineta Minoru, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Class 1-B (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Amajiki Tamaki

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Midoriya Izuku/Reader, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Amajiki Tamaki/Toogata Mirio

Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Manga & Anime, Fan Comics, Sad, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Lemon, Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hugs, Oneshot Prompts Challenge, Late Night Conversations, Sleepy Cuddles, Morning Cuddles, Sleepy Kisses

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52543363

[pervysenpaix]

Soulmates| Toxic!Sero X BlackFemReader

I'm so sorry, but Toxic!Sero has been heavy on my spirit. Toxic!Sero that loves you more than anything but refuses to play into tantrums and "episodes". Toxic!Sero that watches you just when you're about to go off the deep end and picks you back up. Toxic!Sero that's digging in the guts so deep, it's like he's tryna find his way to China. I love you, papi. I won't do it no more 🥺

Warning (18+) NSFW Content| Minors Do Not Interact

Toxic Behavior

Cheating

Gaslighting

Manipulation

Dependency

Praise/Degrading

Orgasm Denial

BEGGING 👉🏾👈🏾

Aged Up/Prohero Sero

Latin Sero 🥵

Not proofread, it never is.

"Eres tan jodidamente molesto" The raven haired hero groans, running his hand down his face and through his hair. Tired. So tired. No, exhausted from all the bullshit he had to deal with during his patrol, only to have you call him in the midst of a full breakdown. Having one of your little episodes. And for what? A picture on IG?

"I'm being fucking annoying ?" You repeated, incredulous expression adorning your face. Sero knew that he'd be here all night, so he decided to get comfortable. Tossing his shirt to the side and spreading his long limbs across the couch. Nodding, before finally looking up to meet your teary eyes. "Sí, (Y/N). You're being fucking annoying."

Maybe if he said it in a different language you'd realize how unreasonable you were being. Especially when he explained, multiple times, that you had the wrong idea.

"Hanta, you're dating my ex best friend! The same friend that tried to break us up in high school because she wanted you to herself!"

"Mina is not my girlfriend, (Y/N)", he stated simply. A phrase that he'd repeated at least ten times in the thirty minutes that he'd been in your home.

"Stop lying to me! I saw the picture!" You sniffled, hands tugging nervously on the ends of your thick hair. This happened every time you were upset, you'd start fidgeting, picking, or pulling. All he wanted to do was soothe you, but you were being so fucking difficult. "I said what I said, (Y/N). Mina is not my girlfriend." You could hear the tiredness in his normally cheerful voice, but oh fucking well. Why should he get to rest when you've been up crying the past two nights after seeing that him and Mina , "made it official". The thought of him finally moving on was heart breaking, especially with Mina. "Why her?You're a fucking prohero. There's so many other women. Why the fuck would you choose her!?" He groaned loudly, not understanding why you wouldn't drop this. He kept trying to explain the situation to you but you didn't want to hear it. It's like you wanted to fight. Just so you could make up.

"Does it even fucking matter, (Y/N)? Don't you have a boyfriend now?" The sudden harshness of his tone caught you off guard. "What does t-that have to do with anything?" Cursing yourself for stammering, but too distraught to do anything but wipe at your nose or bite your fingernails. " 'That' has everything to do with 'this'." He spread his legs wider and motioned, with two fingers, for you to come stand between them. Obediently, you followed his command. You didn't even think to refuse. It was automatic.

It was crazy that he was the one sitting down, looking up at you, but still managed to make you feel small. He didn't even touch you, just scanned your face as if looking for answers you weren't willing to give. Of course, he found them, he could read you like a book. Plus, it wasn't hard to figure out that you were starting to miss him again with the way you were trembling between his legs.

Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you onto his lap. You did little to protest. Sighing when you felt his warm hand settle on your back. Where it should be, you thought. "Why are you being like this, mi amor? You're a fucking mess right now." His thumb wiped away your tears and lingered on your cheek. Swiping back and forth as he looked at you. "A beautiful mess. But a mess no less."

Slender fingers made there way up your shirt, and he had your bra unclasped in two seconds. A whimper escaped your lips and you shuddered when you felt the material sag against your chest. "Tell me, baby. Why am I here at 10:38 pm, and not your "boyfriend"?" The fingers on your cheek moved from your cheek, to trace your jawline. The roughness a contrast to your smooth skin.

"B-because I'm sad?" Sero shook his head "no" and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and allowing your bra to tumble forward. It'd been two months since he'd held his girls. Pretty as ever. Nipples erect as if in greeting. Saying hello to their old friend. "You're not sad, mi cielo. You're pathetic." He spit on your chest for emphasis and smeared it across your breast, making sure to avoid your swelling peaks. "Eres una puta (You're a whore)". Casting those dark eyes towards yours, waiting for your confirmation.

Nodding, you whimpered, "i-i'm a whore". Voice so soft and small it could barely be heard over the tv. Pleased with your confession, he took each bud between his fingers and pulled. Mewling, you arched your back, pushing closer against his hand. "Sí, mami. I almost feel bad for the guy", he chuckled, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth. "mmm~, yes papi" You moaned, hips rocking against him as his tongue flicked over the bud. Rolling each nip between his teeth and fingers. Loving the way your slutty moans had his cock twitching. Always so responsive. So eager to please.

Pulling off to place open mouthed kisses around your breasts, he licked and sucked on your flesh until dark hickeys littered your chest. You were grinding harder now, and his was meeting up with you each time. The coil were tightening and you felt yourself getting closer. Just a bit more, and you'd be gushing all over his sweats. Then he stopped.

"Hantaa~, you whined, poking your lips out in frustration. "I know baby" he coos, kissing softly against your throat. "Not yet. Not until you answer my question. Not until you tell me why I'm here?"

"'Cause m'yours." Lashes fluttering and tears falling when you tried to kiss him, but he pulled away shaking his head. "No, no, mi amor. That's not what you were saying before" he tsked, "You said 'i have a boyfriend now and he treats me better than you'. Then you said Mina is my girlfriend. So how can you be mines if were both taken?" Shame and guilt shrouded you, silently weeping in your ex lover's lap. A sharp slap on the cheek had you looking up to meet his gaze. "I asked a question, (Y/N). Are you a cheater? Gonna cheat on your perfect boyfriend?"

Sero didn't even wait for your answer. Didn't need to. Not when you'd made a wetspot on his sweats, or we you didn't push him away when he smashed his lips against yours in a bruising, possessive kiss. Not when you whimpered into his mouth when he picked you up, effortlessly, to carry you into the bedroom you'd once shared. Especially, not when you fell to your knees the minute he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip reddened and leaking pre. Wasting no time taking him into your mouth and devouring him like the cock hungry slut you are. Taking him all the way in, swallowing him down your throat. Lubing him up in preparation for the dicking down of a lifetime. You wouldn't be able to think when he was done with you. It was gonna be good. It always was.

Sero has your hands bound above your head, tied against the headboard. Both of his hands squeeze your throat while he kisses you lustfully. Sucking on your tongue and lips. Licking into your mouth. Pulling back for only a second let spit dribble to the back of your throat before claiming your mouth again. Squeezing your neck when he feels your body clenching around him while he rolls his body into yours.

Legs over his shoulders with him leaning close enough to push your thighs against your chest. Body folded has he grinds into your cervix, practically stroking your womb. Shudders rack your body every time his tip hits your gspot. Squelching wetness coats his thighs and abdomen whilst spilling on the sheets. It was a fucking mess. You were a fucking mess.

Crying, sniffing, sobbing as he fucked into you. Hips moving at a slow and steady pace that let him appreciate ever moan, whimper, and whine that he tore from you. Your mouth hung open and he flicked the tip of his tongue over yours.

His large body was pressed impossibly close to yours. Hard to tell where he ended and you began. He was moaning. Whispering in your ear. Telling you the meanest things while he fucked you so sweetly.

“Look at you, fucking somebody else’s boyfriend. You that desperate?”

“Are you that much of a whore ?”

“He doesn’t fuck you like this , does he? Nah, nobody fucks you like me.”

“All that attitude and for what ?”

“If you wanted me to fuck you, mi amor, all you have to do is ask.”

His nose was now touching yours and he was practically speaking into your mouth, as he restricted your airway with his two large hands. Still clenched around your throat, giving you just enough air to not pass out.

"Why are you crying, mi amor? This is what you wanted right? Wanted me to fuck you like a little slut, huh?" Trying your best to shake your head "no" against his firm grasp. "Want you, papi. Just you." Sero chuckled, "I knew you'd come back to your senses. You always do. We belong together, baby. Soulmates."

Letting go of your neck, he lowered hands to the back of your thighs, pushing forward so he could pressed deeper.

"H-hantaa~" you wailed as your hips bucked against him.

"Who's pussy is this ? Tell me"

"Yours"

"Tell me!"

"S'yours~"

"Digame! (Tell me)"

"Yours! It's your pussy, papi. Just you. Only you."

With a groan he reached over to grab your phone off the nightstand. Unlocking it with a grin because your password is always his birthday. Scrolling down your call log, he found your boyfriend's number and pressed facetime.

Dropping a between your legs, he pressed against your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were screaming his name and clenching around your dick. The goofy grin that was on your "boyfriend's" face was quickly washed off when he saw your naked connected with Sero's. " I don't think she's into you, bro" Then he groaned obnoxiously loud and shot his load all over your pretty brown skin.

Too fucked out to feel guilty or embarrassed, all you did was whimper his name.

The guy must've taken the hint because he just hung up. Did Sero feel bad? No. It was bound to happen. It always does, and he always ends back inside your home, your legs, and your heart.

Where I belong.

Now, he just has to wait for you to fall asleep, so that he can break things off with Mina.

My Moots 💋💋 | @xogabbiexo, @plussizeficchick, @riozakii, @nasty-quillz, @namjoonswifeyy, @bookwormsenpai, @dabilovesme, @sintiva, @bl--ankhaeji, @blkchxrryblyss, @thicksimpx, @po3ticb3auty, @luna-indigoduh, @angwritez, @dejwrites, @gabzlovesu, @neeheehe

[wickeddeadlydenison999]

Can I have some requests?🥲

I wanna right some mha/bnha guys x fem!reader fanfics but idk what to write. I will do nsfw, smut, fluff, oneshots, scenarios, and angst even though I don’t really like it. I’m really into headcanons too so I’ll be up for that. Anyways please reply a request in the comments for me.

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Someone requested these but..I deleted the ask...Hope you like it anyways though!

Sero NSFW headcanons

CW: 18+, Seri uses his quirk on you, but all in all pretty vanilla 

First things first, this boy is a switch he does not care what position he is in as long as you both have fun.

He can’t stay serious and will crack a few (a lot) of jokes here and there to make you laugh.

Sero loves kissing all over your body and giving you praise because he thinks that you deserve it.

 Though should you give him praise back you will have a blushing Sero.

He loves it when you give him hickeys, and he will show them off with no shame.

Now to the part which you all have been waiting for.

Yes he will use his quirk to tie you up.

But as he does so he is very gentle, making sure not to tie you up too tight.

Sero loves it when your movement is restricted, seeing as it gives him access to everything.

Of course he makes sure with you beforehand that you are okay with everything he plans on doing to you.

As aftercare he rubs your sore spots where his tape may have been a bit too tight.

He will also massage you and draw you a bath if you so desire.

Sero just wants for you to feel okay and will do anything to assure that!

[bluecookies02]

maybe nsfw headcanons of sero x male!reader thats ashamed of his acne, if thats okay! 🥺👉👈

Sero x male!Reader-NSFW headcanons

Please do check if my requests are on next time but I'll bust a few out bc I've never done sero b4.

It accidentally passes as gender neutral too tho lol

•when I tell you that this man couldn't care less if you had them or not, I mean it.

•but he's a gentleman before everything so if he does notice that you're insecure about something he'll make it his mission to show you how beautiful that insecurity actually is.

•When making love tho, he'll be super mindful, not wanting to claw at any because he knows they can leave scars.

•He’d love you even if you had them but he wouldn't like to be the one that caused it.

•If he catches you looking at the mirror judgingly, he'll wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck and keeping eye contact over the mirror, his hands soothingly running over your skin.(yes he keeps his hands extra clean for you!)

•He’s pounding into you balls deep minutes later tho, insisting that you face him, blabbering about how fucking sinful you look, trying to form sentences of praise but he's honestly feeling too good.

•IF YOU HAVE THEM ON YOUR ASS AND YOU DON'T WANT TO SEND HIM THAT NUDE.

•he’ll be very pouty and sad.

•Don’t do your poor boy like that.

•If you do gather up the courage with a bit of his coaxing and convincing he knows just the right way to boost your confidence even more.

•It’s not a challenge since he's already painfully hard from that pic alone.

•A small video of him holding his cock at the base as the veins throb and his dick twitches in his grasp will pop up on your screen immediately.

•after a long few minutes you'll receive another one, his chest heaving and his length resting on his belly, thick ropes of cum evident on his chest.

•”I dunno Y/N...seems pretty fucking hot to me”

•*cough* gentlemen, right *cough*

•apart from the nsfw stuff, he'll do skincare with you so you don't feel lonely. You ain't wearing those face masks alone and that's final. ~Bonding~

[blackvelvetwriteson]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

                                                      (  ~ Sero Hanta x Gender Neutral                                                              Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut || NSFW

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! Oral (Sero receiving; Reader-Chan giving), face fucking, mention of asphyxiation, dacryphilia, brief talks of bondage, humiliation, and slight voyeurism. 

SUMMARY: Sero Hanta is your CEO of Intelligence Distribution (pretty much) and Reader-Chan (you) are his secretary. He catches you lusting after him and decides he needs to punish you for it.

Author’s Note: HEY! I tried to implement the headcanon that Sero is hispanic because it’s a very common one and one of my FAVORITE HCs for our underrated baby Sero, so I added in some spanish as well. While I’m hispanic descent, I’m not fluent in spanish so I sort of went off of translations from friends and what I learned for myself from family. Also, my device is absolute shit at picking up accent marks so if there are some tildes on some n’s and not others, I REALLY apologize! Thank you!

WORD COUNT: 3323

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

     He was fairly laid back as the CEO of Business and Intelligence. Since he didn’t necessarily have a quirk that anybody’d want in battle, he still took on hero work, but his main job was climbing the top of the food chain in Intel and informational trading and that’s exactly what he did. He was the biggest name of the company both for being fairly charismatic but also being a fair leader and his hero work on the field particularly in search and rescue missions. He had a bit of a twang when he got mad, but he rarely got mad so nobody ever really heard it. There was really no doubt about it that he was attractive; he was hella attractive at that. Especially in his trademark black suit with sleek shoes that was all brought together by the golden trimmings found throughout his outfit. He had a smile that could kill, very keen dark brown eyes, his soft hair often slicked back against his head— and word around the building was that he was considering an undercut style. He also had piercings, however he only wore his outer lobe bands when he wasn’t on duty, and he was complete with a tattoo of roses that rose up his neck just a little and was a sort of bicep sleeve. There was really no doubt that he was the best, and he knew it too even if he chose to stay humble.

And him being humble- paired with his amazing good looks- is exactly what you loved about him. He was literally perfect to you. There was only one issue; he hadn’t really noticed you until recent years.

Let’s take it back for a little, shall we? 

The two of you had been in the same class for awhile; since elementary school at least. You were always in his class and he watched him grow up right before your eyes. There wasn’t a time in your life that you hadn’t loved him in all honesty. The way that he was always so selfless, the way that he was intelligent, and quiet, and oh so handsome at all times. You’d been friends for a year and then you both fell off to acquaintances and then eventually your contact had diminished. You’d even went to UA together and that was the first time you’d been separated. While he got into Class 1A, you were stuck in General Studies and befriended by both Kaminari and Kirishima who often made their special appearances in the complex. It was through them that Sero rediscovered you and even when he asked for your name and it broke your heart, he bought a small bracelet the next day to sort of apologize. You often have lunch with him and the group, linger back after meetings, and even exchange short texts. You both worked on projects with each other all of the time and whenever business leave was scheduled, it was you who went with him.

That’s exactly how you worked your way into being Sero’s secretary. And you’d started to regret it.

Now, it wasn’t that he was bad to you or anything, actually it was quite the opposite. He was way too good to you, and sometimes you felt as if this was a joke or some sort of dream. You had to see that magnetic smile every single day directed at other people instead of you, you had to listen to him flirt sometimes to get his way, embracing others in those strong arms of his, sit in on presentations in which he makes eye contact with the others just a little longer than yours. You were jealous, and there’s really no denying it, and anybody that didn’t have smoke in their eyes could see it too. Even when he was just sitting there doing work you couldn’t help but to waste away your minutes, hours, days- any amount of time before you were caught- to just stare at him and muse over him. 

Of course today was no different, your thighs pressed together as you nibble on your lip, your face and the tips of your ears practically on fire as you let your mind wander. You wondered how it’d feel if you were his, his meaty fingers shoved in your mouth as he pulled you closer and made you his, or if you heard him say “I love you” in that smoky tone of his, or if you were allowed so close to him that the sweet scent of his cologne overwhelmed you. You thought about what’d it’d be like to tangle your fingers with his hair and straddle his lap, grinding on top of him in his office chair, or if you unbuttoned his shirt and got to marvel at that tattoo of his. You hadn’t caught yourself whimpering as you grinded into your seat, trying to squeeze your thighs together more to get more friction, your eyes glistening as you drooled and bit at the end of your pen. He was watching, and so was Kirishima and Kaminari. The two visitors looked at each other with wide eyes and Kaminari had tried to get your attention by snapping and whistling a little, waiting until Sero was looking away to toss a pen in your direction but it was no luck. Sero’s face carried a bit of a blush to it, Kirishima and Kaminari actually worried about you and how Sero would react. 

“Please touch me there,” you whisper out to your fantasy as you gripped the desk and rutted into your chair a little more, a soft squeak leaving you as you slap a hand over your mouth. Your whole body trembled as you practically came in your seat, one hand trailing over your sex from over the clothes, pressing and pulling, your eyes tearing up practically as your fantasy was about to come to a close. You whine softly and it happens finally. You cum and your back arches as you let out a soft moan into your hand, moaning out your boss’s name, setting your head down trying to bring yourself down from your high afterwards without noticing how much attraction you’d drawn to yourself as you quivered in your seat.

“Escucha, por favor,” Sero said quietly dismissing both Kirishima and Kaminari and they quickly left the area while Sero walked over to your desk and gently tapped it with his fingers. “Y/N. A word please,” he said in the most respectful of tones, his eyes though fiery were calm even despite you relieving yourself in front of guests. You look up and him and your mind’s haze instantly clear and within seconds you were on your feet, your cum running down your leg as you whine softly. His strong hand takes your wrist and he practically drags you into his office, closing the blinds and closing his door, pushing you flush into the door after it was closed. You heard his heart beating in his chest as his cool breath hit your ear, his hands on the door beside your waist as he reprimanded you, and of course you forgot entirely to tell him about Kaminari and Kirishima’s presentation that was supposed to happen in 10 odd minutes. You were too dazed to even think too hard about it as you felt Sero’s warmth against you. You looked down and then up again to meet his gaze, his stern gaze meeting your eyes, his eyebrows knit, his breath even and shallow. 

“You know you’re the top worker in this… Esteemed company, right, Y/N?” He spoke softly with a sharp edge to it as his eyes narrowed out a little. “The way that I’m berating you,” he said as he looked down at your legs pressing together trying to stand upright. “This isn’t a punishment for you, is it,” he said softly as he tilted your head up, biting his lip as he shook his head a little. “Since you like to be… Humiliated.. Talked down to like this… I’ll give you a treat then, hm?” He let go of your hand and he walked over to his chair, sitting in it with a soft groan, his eyes closing as he leaned back completely. He remained like this for a few minutes before he looked over at you.

“Is my schedule cleared for the day, carino,” he asked with a sweet smile, his voice husky and low as he looked you over. As you observed, you noticed his bulge growing against his tight slacks, but he still kept that sweet innocent smile as he looked you over with a pretty glint in those dark eyes of his.

“U-Um… W-Well Ei and K-Kaminari have a p-presentation for you in about… T-Ten or so minutes,” you stutter out as you play with the fabric of your pants. He raised his eyebrow and let out a soft groan before closing his eyes again, his hands folded neatly over his stomach as he shook his head slowly. 

“So you’ve known about this presentation… And you wait until 10 odd minutes beforehand to tell me about it? How unprofessional of my little secretary,” he said, a hint of mock disappointment in his voice. You looked at him wide-eyed and before you could even speak, he held his hand up and he smirked a little with a soft breathy condescending laugh. “Since you were so lusty for me at your desk just a few… Short moments ago, I reckon you won’t have an issue with praising me until your friends come in to give me their presentation,” he drawled out in that voice of his with a shudder running down his spine. As If you were in a trance, you walked over to him and were on your knees in less than a minute, his eyes opening halfway to lazily look down at you, a soft smirk carrying his lips as he gazed at you unbuckling his belt, just the sound of the metal clinking against each other making him harder. Then, your skilled fingers worked at his button and the zipper until you were gazing at your clothed prize. You watched his bulge twitch in his pants before you reached for his cock and he swiftly took your chin in his hands and looked up at you, zipping his pants up with his free hand.

“Ay corazón,” he said softly as he stroked your jawline with his thumb. “There’s no need to move so fast,” he whispered softly. “Don’t make me use my tape on you,” he said with another condescending chuckle melting in your ears. You whine quietly and nod as you gently kiss against his bulge with your hands behind your back, your teeth gently nipping at the cloth over the prize you wanted so badly. He leaned his head back and a soft moan left his lips as he spread his legs even more for you, his eyes rolling back lazily in his head. “Joder que se sienta tan bien (fuck, that feels so good),” he moaned out in a quiet whisper under his breath as he felt precum leaking from his tip as he whined quietly. “With your teeth,” he breathed out softly as his chest started to heave and fall, his eyes pressed closed. “U-Unzip my pants with your teeth,” he moaned out softly with a soft shuddery groan, one of his hands moving to your head, pressing your face against his bulge, his hips trembling as he fought back the urge not to buck his hips into your face. You continue to kiss and nibble against his bulge, practically drooling over his pants with a soft groan. 

You gently make it to the zipper of his pants and the sound of your teeth hitting the metal making him shudder in his seat. You try to pull the zipper down and it slides out of your mouth and then you try again, your face pressing into his bulge making him jolt and tilt his head back, you whining quietly as the zipper slipped out of your mouth again. 

“Está bien, mi amor. Lo estás haciendo muy bien (It's okay my love. You're doing just fine),” he breathed out shakily as he pet the back of your head and pulled you into him more. “Just try again,” he whispered softly. “You’re okay, there’s no rush,” he said quietly as you took the zipper in your mouth again and you wait for a moment with glassy eyes. “Wait,” he said softly. “Go slow,” he said softly as you slowly pulled the zipper down with your teeth. “That’s right, carino,” he whispered quietly as he felt his cock’s restraints loosening, one of his legs trembling a little as he ached his back some. “F-Fuck,” he whined softly as he closed his eyes and gently massaged the back of your head. “Baby,” he whined softly as you finally unzipped his pants all the way, his legs fighting being put together as he let out a low sharp breath. “No hands… Don’t use your hands,” he said softly as he moved his hand down in front of your face to pull his cock out of his slacks with a soft groan. “I gave you a little help,” he murmured quietly. “Now worship it,” he said softly as his tone grew more needy. 

You did as instructed, your eyes looking up at him as he tilted his head back, your tongue taking small laps at the base of his cock. He trembled as he gently ran his hand behind your head, his hips gyrating slowly as you whine and kissed his balls. He whined and he trembled as he ran one of his hands over his collarbone and he shook his head slowly. “T-This is a m-much better I-investment of c-company t-time, carino,” he said softly as a louder moan left him, his eyes peering down at you as you took his balls in his mouth and massaged them with your tongue, his eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open as he whimpered softly. He tried not to get too loud because of the other work and activity going on in the complex. 

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh my God),” he moaned out quietly as you licked and kissed your way to his tip glistening with precum, his eyes widening as you sucked his tip in your mouth, his legs trembling, his moan getting trapped in his throat as he pushed your head down on his cock. You started to gag a little and he felt your throat constricting around his cock again, his hand gripping at your hair as he forced his whole cock in your mouth, your eyes tearing up as you gagged, choked, and continued to moan around his cock, tears brimming your waterline though you tried to stop them from streaming down your cheeks. 

“¡Oh Dios mío, oh Dios mío, oh Dios mío, joder, joder, joder! Chúpalo así... Dios, se siente tan bien (Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Suck it just like that- God it feels so good),” he moaned out loudly as he bucked his hips into your face trying to edge himself, but since it’d been so long since he was able to cum, he was already close, his body practically convulsing in his office chair as he moaned out and he lost control of his body and his volume, thrusting hard into your mouth as you whine out and rest your hands on his knees, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you whine out, not too choked to where you had to tap out, but choked enough to have you wheezing and sucking down his cock nicely, your fingers coming up to massage his balls as he tried not to cum, his hand still keeping you choked on his cock as the other scratched at his arm chair his moans and choked gasps filling the room louder. 

“C-Cum-“ he choked out as he shook his head. “C-Cumming! I-I’m c-cumming,” he whined out, his abs clenching as he dealt hard thrusts into your mouth, his eyes wide as tears brimmed his eyes, his cock practically balls deep in your mouth as the door swung open, Kirishima and Kaminari standing in the doorway as Sero filled your mouth with his sticky seed, his eyes finally letting those sweet tears escape as you whined around the base of his cock, gagging and choking, wheezing as he trembled in his seat, Spanish praises and curses mixing what the moans that spilled from his mouth.

“C-Chúpalo así. ¡Me estoy corriendo! ¡Me estás haciendo correrte tan jodidamente duro! ¡Oh, D-Dios mío, lo e-estás haciendo tan j-jodidamente b-bien! ¡Estoy sacudiendo el carino, c-cógeme, cógeme! E-Eres mío, toda mío… ¡Propiedad de la c-compañío! (Suck it down just like that. I'm cumming! You're making me cum so fucking hard! Oh my god you're doing so fucking good! I-I'm shaking baby fuck me, fuck me! You're mine, all mine... C-Company property!)” He whined out as your mouth was filled with his cum, his body tensing up before he let your head go and he leaned against the office chair trying to come down from his intense high, his cheeks reddened and dampened with his tears of satisfaction, some of his hair that was slicked back now in his face as it should be, his toes curled, his fingers buried into the arm of the chair, his legs trembling as he bit his lip. You slowly take his cock from your mouth and into your hands, your eyes glazed over as you stared up at your boss with absolute love and adoration in your eyes, how rough but caring he was with you, how beautiful he looked in this moment, that sexy voice of his, how pretty he looked with his cheeks tear stained just like yours. He looked down at you, his breaths hollow and shaky as he gently took your chin in his strong slender hand, his thumb stroking your cheek and jawline as he sniffed and flashed that pretty smile at you.

“Open wide,” he whispered softly as he tilted his head a little. “Let papi see how much he filled that sweet mouth of yours,” he said softly in that deep voice of his. You did as told and opened your mouth, his cum mixed with your saliva painted your mouth white, the thick serum spilling out of your mouth and down your chin. He gently stuck his fingers in your mouth, scooped out a little cum, and sucked his fingers clean with a soft hum. Your eyes widened as you watched him, Kirishima and Kaminari’s faces red, jaws dropped, and eyes bugged as they stared at the scene before them. Sero knew they were there but he didn’t care, and you tried your hardest not to look at the two to spare yourself a little bit of the humiliation that you were already feeling. 

“Good job,” Sero said with a sly smirk, not caring that cum was dripping down your face and into your lap, not caring that his cock was out for them to see, his eyes glistening with mischievous thoughts, his thumb gently smearing the cum and saliva over your lips. You whine softly and grab his wrist, then he lets out a small laugh as he blushes a little and licks his lip. “A promising future in the company you hold indeed,” he said before looking at your best friends and nodding at them. “Buenas tardes (good afternoon),” he said as he let your chin go as a devious smirk played at his lips. “I heard there was a presentation for me? Why don’t we get started, hm,” He said as he looked down at you and he furrowed his eyebrows a little. “As for you, cariño…. We aren’t done yet.”

[quirkfics]

Hiii! I always ask for this pairing lol but could we get kirishima x reader x Sero and heart? I’m not super particular about the rating but let’s go with lemon? Thank you!! 💕

“Keep doing exactly what you’re doing, Eijirou,” Hanta murmurs, hooking his chin over your shoulder. He gives you a sly glance out of the corner of his eye. “Judging by heartbeat alone, I think someone is getting- hey,” Hanta says with a laugh, banding his arm around your belly when your legs jerk, doing his best to keep you still. 

Eijirou pauses, pulling back and licking his lips to keep from accidentally biting you. His face is flushed, and his hair is still damp from his shower, and it’s all you can do to keep from pleading for him to come back. 

“Look at that,” Hanta whispers in your ear, fingers tracing idle patterns along your side. “I think Eijirou is right there with you.”

Eijirou scoffs, cheeks growing a little brighter. “‘S right, man, so why don’t you hurry the hell up and join in, yeah?”

[writingbakery]

Distracted

[jo, the lovely @lady-bakuhoe put hanta & cockwarming in the same sentence & i just,,,, really wanted to write this 💓]

pairing —> hanta sero x fem!reader

genres —> smut, fluff, cockwarming

[wherein youre on your best behavior for hanta💓enjoy!]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it’s taking all your willpower to sit still and not fidget, back pressed flush to hanta’s chest as he stares steadfast at the tv screen. he’s in some fight team with denki and eijiro, arms wrapped around your waist and holding a controller against your stomach. cuddling like this with hanta is normal, really; he’s extremely affectionate, and he always claims you’re his good luck charm whenever he plays, a kiss to your temple confirming his words.

what isn’t normal, however, is the press of his cock deep inside you, fully seated against your walls from your position in his lap.

it started, like all things between you and hanta, as a little game. who could tease who better, who had stronger willpower. sometimes you’d win, sometimes hanta would, but it all led to the same thing; a challenge.

he’d promised you that if you could sit still and behave yourself on his cock, not squirm or whine too much while he was playing, that he’d reward you very nicely, the sly smirk clouding his face enough to get you to agree in a heartbeat. if you lost, however, begged or rocked into him too early, he’d get to edge you for hours, and you knew full well he meant it.

you’re regretting not taking the challenge more seriously now, fingers digging into your thighs as you bite your lip - you’ve already whined once, when hanta’d nearly lost the level and jerked up to counter, sliding so perfectly against that one spot & fuck, you’d nearly cum on the spot. the cocky little laugh he’d given you in return had steeled your resolve, however, and you’re determined not to lose.

hanta’s starting to flush a bit, pink creeping up his neck and cheeks and you realize you’ve been clenching around him a little tighter, drawing him impossibly deeper inside you. you smirk at the way his fingers falter on the controls, eyes just a little hazier than they were a minute ago. as much as he talks big game, hanta’s just as weak for you as you are for him, and you can see it in the way his jaw tenses; he wants you, and he’s not going to last much longer.

“youre being such a good girl for me, princess. one more game, and im gonna take such good care of you,” he promises lowly, angling his headset away to whisper in your ear; the full body shiver you give in response satisfies him just a bit too much.

it’s so tempting, just to rock back on your hips and get the friction you’ve been denied for nearly an hour, but you wait. hanta always makes good on his promises, and you’ve worked so hard to get to this point, you can’t quit now. but... you can make it a little harder for him too.

twisting around a bit, you pull aside the headset hanta’s wearing, just enough to whisper in his ear and not be heard. “please, please i’ve been so good haven’t i daddy?” you whimper, just high enough to make him groan in response. he loses not thirty seconds later, force closing the game and tossing his headset off to the side to turn you around in his lap.

the kiss you get is bruising and desperate, but you welcome it readily, arms looping around hanta’s neck as he rolls his hips up into you roughly.

“daddy’s gonna take such good care of you princess, just you wait,” he promises against your lips, hands squeezing against your ass as you rock into his lap needily.

hanta always made good on his promises.

[fin🥀]

[love-toxin]

wow i REALLY need barbarian bakugou in my life??? the commoner scenario killed me. would the bakusquad be his evil gang????

thank you. and absolutely. i couldn’t help but flesh this concept out a bit, since i enjoyed it so much. 

Eijirou would very much be the unofficial second head of the group, as he’s more levelheaded and can make better decisions on certain things than Katsuki. His main responsibility, aside from making sure the others are cared for and not getting themselves killed, is breaking in the new beta captives after they’re swept up from their villages–if they can’t handle his lovemaking, they won’t be strong enough to be bred by the others, so he ensures that they’re dropped off somewhere close to their home if their bodies aren’t strong enough. He’s much more kind than the others can be, cooing so sweetly to them as he tests out their limits, and carrying them back to the place he found them so they can scurry on home, tails between their legs. Sometimes, they’ll return to that place near the forest, wondering if they’ll get another glimpse of the strangely-dressed redhead with the razor-like teeth…and even if they can’t carry his brood, it’s not so bad to have a little fun with them, just one more time. 

He gets second pick of his mates after their leader, and would be the first to have his turn with Katsuki’s mate after he’s finished breeding them. It’s a fitting arrangement, being the second in command–by the time Bakugo is finished making you scream yourself hoarse as he fucks his seed into you, you’ll be sore and trembling like you’ve never felt before. Kirishima will be the perfect one to soothe you, cooing his praises and handling you gently as he leaves his mark on you, so you can relax enough to take what the others have to give. He’d likely prefer someone eager to cozy up to him in those long, cold nights, to keep his body and heart warm–he’s the most affectionate, and most emotionally attached to his mate of all of them. 

Unsurprisingly, Hanta is the next in line for the most sensible–he’s got his skill to give him a steady position amongst the others in the pack, but he’s calm and a soothing presence compared to people like Bakugo and Denki. He doesn’t have many responsibilities other than keeping himself alive, and occasionally scouting out new villages for them to raid, so he can afford to laze about a bit more and do what he likes…which includes luring beautiful, naive prey into the woods they occupy, to sweetly deflower them and then send them on their way, leaving them to think it’s all been just a dream. Until some of them fall pregnant, of course, which is bound to happen at some point. Though the others in the pack can be more aggressive, there are more children fathered by Sero playing about the villages than anyone else in the group–which works for him just fine, considering he’s not exactly the most interested in running after a plethora of rowdy toddlers himself. 

His mates are often spaced out quite a bit, as he’d rather pick and choose on a day-to-day basis–but getting a piece of Bakugo’s little plaything is always a source of excitement for him. He gets off on the smell of their leader on your skin, what remains of your clothes, inside you…plus, even though Katsuki has the advantage of being the most virile of the group–meaning that one load inside you is essentially an immediate impregnation–it’s still kind of exciting to fantasize about accidentally being the one to knock you up, and seeing your pups born with black hair and his dark eyes. It’s just a fantasy, though…mostly. He’d enjoy an easygoing mate, someone who can take things in stride and would enjoy spending their time relaxing in his arms, ready to live each day slowly and do what makes them feel good. 

Denki, though a bit irresponsible at times, is certainly a useful addition to the pack. There’s more adrenaline that runs through his veins than any other member of the group, which in turn allows him to take his ‘skirt-chaser’ personality to a whole new level–his role is dedicated to hunting and chasing down the pack’s prey. No matter how fast they run, or how hard they kick and thrash at him once he grabs them, there’s no getting out of Denki’s grasp–even to the point of sneaking into villager’s houses and scooping up betas right out of their beds. It eventually becomes his reputation–in the villages nearby their camp, people will quake in fear that they’ll be stolen away in their sleep, some even kicking their most beautiful offspring out of the house when they reach adulthood, as offerings to the bloodthirsty group of savages. 

As far as mates go, Denki will often take some of the cutest captives he finds and…’break them in’, before he brings them back to camp, and he’s one to bounce quickly from mate to mate as his interest wanes. Messing up Katsuki’s whore is always fun, though with the restrictions included in fucking another pack member’s mate, he’d much rather have his own beta to play with–one that he can do anything to, with nobody there to stop him. He would be interested in a cute mate, of course, but to have him more committed, he’d like a mate that’s totally accepting of whatever he does. Complete submission is his biggest fantasy, and if they’re good and do what he asks, he’ll be so whipped he won’t stop from giving them everything they want, including many litters of adorable little pups. 

As far as everyone else is concerned, no one is more dedicated to the pack than Mina. Loud to the ears and too happy-go-lucky for Katsuki sometimes, she’s still, undeniably, one of the fiercest warriors and the best option for deception as it comes. No one would suspect the sweet, faery-like girl that she is to be any sort of evil, even as she leads her prey further into the frightening-looking forest…and it’s one of her favourite ways to entice unsuspecting villagers and passing merchants into her arms, so they can’t wriggle out no matter how hard they try. She’s one of the more unique ones as well; her background of magical blood allows her to unsheathe an extraordinary spare appendage, much resembling a short, thick tentacle–which allows her not only to be bred by the more deviant men in the villages, but slip into their houses when they’re finished and give their wives an adorable little present of hers to carry. 

Men and women alike adore her, but only until she shows her more perverse side–so mates come in a cycle, a flurry of love followed by a quick period of breeding, and then she’s on to her next obsession. Getting a taste of you is like a breath of fresh air, though–she loves having Katsuki watch as she fucks his mate into tears, using tongue and fingers and tentacle and whatever she can possibly think of to get you both off until you’re aching. She’d cherish a mate of her own that she can laugh with, and who sees past her odd appearance and little quirks–and, one who doesn’t mind her incredible stamina, and will enjoy having her fuck their brains out every time she wants a taste of you, which will inevitably be every day. 

And Bakugo, the leader of the pack, is certainly the one to be the most scared of. Cruel, feral, and with an insatiable lust for blood and pain, he kills just for fun and doesn’t do anything that doesn’t benefit himself. Once he lays eyes on a suitable mate, he’s the one to go the extra mile and kill every person they love, kidnap them, and force them to be his lover no matter what pleas they try and guilt him with. He’s one of the few to keep his brood around after they’re born, since he doesn’t take mates very often–and he loves the sight of his beta caring for their little demon spawn, and knowing that he won’t be able to hold back and will knock them up all over again after they’ve birthed his new pups. 

But you, you’re a little different. He may have had mates in the past, but none of them could even try to compare to you. Maybe it’s your pretty smile, or the way he’s seen you care for others around you, or maybe it’s the intoxicating scent you give off–it’s obvious you were made to be his, from the first moment he laid eyes on you. You shouldn’t even entertain the idea of returning to your life after he steals you away–he’ll mark you and keep you and you’ll be his for as long as you live, no matter who else he catches an eyeful of that might be a good match for him to breed with. Be his, and he’ll give you everything a beta like you could want–pups, a home to keep, and more barbarian cock than you’ll ever know what to do with. 

[90s-belladonna]

Can you do a sero nsfw alphabet?

NSFW Alphabet: Hanta Sero Edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he will make you feel so loved! as soon as you two are done he’ll pepper your entire face with kisses. afterwards he’ll tell you to relax while he cleans up, he’ll probably make you some hot chocolate afterwards to help you further relax.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner): he loves his hands, only because he loves exploring your body with them. As for you he just loves the way your arms wrap around him, whether it be because you’re glad to see him, or because you’re hanging on to him while he’s making sure you have the best orgasm of your life.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically): he likes to cum on your back and on your bum if you two are home, but for the most part he mainly cums inside of you.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs): he kind of wants to try roleplaying, him as spiderman (obvi) and you as Johnny Storm / Felicia Hardy / Gwen Stacy. this is the price to dating a fanboy lol

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he’s only had like three partners before you, hero work doesn’t allow him much time to pursue romantic relationships, and he isn’t one for hook ups so he’s not as experienced as others, but he’s a natural at everything and knows exactly what to do in order to show you the time of your life.

F = Favourite Position (This is obvious): he likes when your laying in bed with your wrists tied above your head, but the man also enjoys fucking you against doors while he holds up one of your legs for support.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous): you already know this is one of the goofiest boys ever, especially in the bedroom.

H = Hair (Do they pull it and do they like having it pulled / How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes): he loves when he’s going down on you and you slightly tug at his hair, in turn he loves pulling yours when he’s hitting it from behind. As for down there he puts self care really high on his priority list so he’s very well groomed and basically bare down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): he’s very kinesthetic, meaning he loves to run his hands through your body, occasionally giving you gentle squeezes here and there while he thrusts in and out of you. He tries to make most of your sexual encounters as romantic as possible, maybe laying out flower petals or covering your body in chocolate/ whipped cream so he has a reason to suck on your supple skin. His eyes however often betray him, they’re usually lust blown and give away exactly how much he wants you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation): he used to do it like once a week before you two got together, now he doesn’t do it since he knows you’re much better at pleasing him than his own hand is.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): Praising, food play, daddy kink, oil play, massaging kink, Edging, & light bondage (shibari/kinbaku)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the dance with no pants): he does not care, he will fuck you anywhere and everywhere as long as there’s no one around. he much prefers your shared bedroom though, with privacy comes added time which he can use to help you explore all your fantasies as well as his own.

M = Motivation (What turns them on): that’s the secret isn’t it... he’s always turned on, all you have to do is exist and he’ll crave you. But if you whisper anything slightly suggestive in his ear while in public he won’t know what to do with himself tbh.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): obviously he wouldn’t actually hurt you or do anything without your consent, other than that he’s game for anything and everything except exhibitionism, he’s very protective of his second life and wouldn’t want anyone else knowing what you two get up to when you’re in private.

O = Oral (Preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.): he prefers to give, he’s a natural when it comes to using his tongue and he knows it, plus he can’t seem to get enough of your gasps and moans and the way you struggle to breathe because you’re too distracted by your own pleasure whenever he’s going down on you.

P = Pace (obvi): he’s slow, he knows you two have all the time in the world and he wants to please you to the best of his abilities, and he knows that won’t happen if he’s rushing things or being overly rough with you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often would they partake in one?): if the possibility of sex with you is there he’ll 100% take it! The man is insatiable when it comes to you.

R = Risks (Are they open to experiment, do they take risks): again he’s basically open to anything that you two want to try as long as there’s mutual consent! (nb/male/gn readers feel free to ignore the next part) okay so he doesn’t want kids unless they’re planned so that’s the one risk he wouldn’t be willing to take just yet. (let’s just assume you’re on birth control)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last): in general the rounds last about 30 minutes, he’s still trying to practice holding his seed in longer through edging. he can go up to 4 rounds.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): for the most part you two stick to oils, although they don’t really count as toys (?) he’ll often use a cock ring on himself and a vibrator on you, he’ll rarely let you use anything on him because he prefers to be the dominant one and the one pleasing you the entire time, he feels guilty if he experiences more pleasure than you.

U = Unfair (Are they a tease, if so how much?): this dude is the absolute worst! you could be having dinner with friends or your / his parents and he’d be tracing circles on your inner thighs with his fingers, he’ll occasionally tease your most sensitive spot through your clothes too, he gets off on making you want him just as much as he wants you and knowing you can’t do anything about it just yet. If he catches you trying to suppress a moan he won’t hesitate to chuckle, pure evil.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he’s a very expressive guy so he tends to groan and moan a lot as well as talk to you through out the entire ordeal. stuff like “that feels really good baby, you’re doing great” when you’re blowing him and “cum for me (Name).” when he knows you’re close to an orgasm.

W = Weird fact (Self explanatory): he’s a dom / top through and through, he lives to please. he’s also a master of dirty talk, and will whisper very inappropriate things he’d like to do to you in the most inappropriate scenarios.

X = X-Ray (Pretty obvi): okay so unlike a few of the other guys he doesn’t have his dick pierced but he does have his back dimples pierced. when it comes to down there he’s on the thinner side but what he lacks in girth he makes up in with length. clocking in at 8.5 inches and 9 when hard.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How often will they want sex?): he’s a very affectionate guy and he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you so expect to have sex basically every day, even if it’s a quickie or just one round, he can’t seem to get enough of you.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards): unsurprisingly he stays up for a awhile after and waits for you to fall asleep in his arms so he can stay up and play video games with Denki, the boy doesn’t crash until like 3am but still manages to be the most energetic person around even with only 3 hours of sleep.

☆ Master List

☆ NSFW Alphabets

[strawberryandspiceandchocolate]

sero with u or s 😳💓

characters are depicted as 18+~ here you go~ 

~~~

it was something undeniable, but Sero denied it all the time. when the year began, it was unavoidable, seeing the girls in their uniforms. the shirts and blazers were okay, they weren’t anything very special. they weren’t very fun, but the skirts were a different story. they were short and left little to the imagination. it didn’t help that thigh high socks exist, and that you wore them with your uniform. it also didn’t help that Sero had a thing for uniforms, not that he’d ever admit it.

he struggled seeing you in your school uniform everyday. it killed him when you’d bend over and the swell of your ass peeked out from under that little skirt. having you so close, yet so far was a nightmare. he wanted to get you alone and tear open that top and put his hands up your skirt. he’d use your tie for other fun things. many a time had he found himself distracted by your figure, in class and after class, he can’t focus with the thoughts that plague his mind of you.

you, prancing around in that uniform that some pervert made. you, giggling and bouncing about in that uniform. you, under him as he pounds away at your pussy while you only have on that uniform tie and your socks, they rest of your uniform gone and strown elsewhere. oh, how you deeply took over his mind and made his own uniform pants tight.

one fateful day, Sero’d had enough. he knew you didn’t mean to tease him when you bent over to pick up a pencil that had rolled over to beside his desk, but you had given him a full view of your breasts that sat perfectly in that shirt. you’d undone a few of the top buttons, your tie loosened because of how warm you’d gotten in the gym. it gave him the perfect view and a hunger that was insatiable.

when it was time to head back to the dorms, Sero was quiet. he didn’t say much. he held his bag in front of him somewhat awkwardly, thankful that no one noticed or seemed to care. his eyes were trained on you as you walked ahead of his friend group, chatting with a few of the girls about the homework you had received. he wasn’t trying to be creepy, but he overheard that you planned on going up to your room to go ahead and get it out of the way. Sero couldn’t help but thinking of, hopefully, changing those plans.

you took the elevator, he took the stairs. he didn’t want to appear as if he was following you, but his room was on the same floor as yours anyway, so it really wouldn’t have appeared so strange. regardless, he did what he did. he seemed to make it to your room at the same time as you did.

“oh, hey, Sero!” you greeted him cheerfully. the bounce of your breasts caught his eye, but he forced his gaze up to smile at you. “what are you up to?”

he swallowed hard and pulled at his collar. he was flushed and beginning to sweat. “well, you see,” he averted his eyes as he tried to think of the right words to say, “I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“anything I can help with?” you asked, ever so sweetly.

“well, actually, I was hoping you’d be the one to help me,” he said, almost shyly, as he moved his bag from the front of his pants. his bulge was undeniable, his cock prominently pushing into the fabric.

you gasped softly, shocked yet flattered. you smiled at him and opened your bedroom door. “step right in, then.”

he walked in before you and you followed him, closing the door and locking it. you pulled at your tie to undo it, but Sero groaned. “keep it on, please.”

you cocked up an eyebrow, curious. “is there anything you do want me to take off?”

“Your shirt,” he said, beginning to undo his own shirt, starting at the collar. “everything but that tie and your stockings.”

you giggled and started to undress as he requested. “as you wish.”

as he watched your skirt pool at your feet, Sero couldn’t believe he was about to live out that fantasy he’d been harboring for so long now…

[alwaysaslutforbakugang]

BakuSquad Boys reacting to their extremely curvy crush

Summary: Just headcanons of the guys being hormonal teens.😊

Bakugou:

Bakugou never really paid that much attention to you. Sure, he’s noticed (your pretty face but that’s besides the point) that you can keep up with him in a fight but other than that, he gives you little to no observation.

He also caught onto the fact that you wear a lot of baggy clothes. Your work out clothes? Baggy. Your casual clothes? Baggy. The fucking clown costume you wore that one time on a dare just to scare Kaminari? Fucking baggy. The whole thing was just really starting to bug him.

That is until you got your hero suit.

Then BAM! Curves! Your suit was mostly just an entire one piece with long sleeves and legs and a pair of thigh high boots, but god did they catch his eye.

In practice he would watch the way the smooth fabric of your suit would pull and stretch over your hips and hug your ass.

Bakugou is an ass man through and through, so when he sees you doing a few stretches before a mock rescue mission, the boi was shook.

The squad would tease and poke fun at him whenever you were around. 

“I see you like ‘em thicc, good choice.” “That girl is curvier than a back road, don’t you think Bakubro?” “A little cushion for the pushin’ huh” “Girl thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.”

Cue Bakugou chasing the guys around the dorms yelling at them to mind their business.

When you two start dating, Bakugou is very touchy. Mostly in privacy, but this boy is just very hands on (if you catch my drift). Either it’s running his hands up and down your thighs or rubbing your butt. He’ll kiss your hips and trace his finger over each and every curve your body has to offer.

 This boy is so goddamn grateful, let him cherish you.

“You look so fucking good baby. You’re all mine.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kaminari:

Since day one Kaminari had always thought you were pretty. His thought of that only intensified the more he got to know you. 

You both joked together, quoting memes and tossing little innuendos back and forth. You two would study together and you would help him with his english while he would stare at you and think about how gorgeous you looked when yelling at him to pay attention. You both would also pull little pranks on your friends, putting peanut butter in their shoes or replacing their water bottle with vinegar. You both were a menace.

To Kaminari, you were perfect. And there was no possible way you could get any better.

Boy was he wrong. . . 

You joined him and his friends on a trip to the beach once. Him and the guys were setting up their places in the sand, all dressed in their swimsuits waiting for you and Mina to return from the restrooms in your own swim attire. 

All too busy with trying to set up the grill, the boys hadn’t noticed you both walking up.

“You guys still aren’t done setting up?” Mina whined. Catching their attention and fuck was it a shocker.

Literally. Kaminari fucking short circuits when he sees just how voluptuous you are in your bikini. However, it doesn’t last long considering he passes out from the over excitement.

When he comes to, his head is resting on your thighs and your running your fingers through his hair. When you notice, you smile down at him, “Thought we lost you for a moment there Kami, you feeling ok?”

exe.Denki has stopped working.

When you guys date, Kaminari makes it his goal to compliment you on your body. “Your hips would look so much more nicer in my hands, Love.” He’ll give you a smirk as he let’s his hands follow the natural curve of your body. He would rest his head on your breast (his favorite) and just drift off to sleep. You were just so beautiful and he couldn’t believe he got to be with someone like you.

“You’re so amazing (Y/N), you’re perfect.”

Sero:

UA was in charge of hosting a banquet for the Hero Course, where a few of the students would give a speech (not him, thank god) and you all would eat fancy catered food. All of this would have been fine, if it didn’t mean he would have to dress up.

Now Sero wasn’t really one for suits. Sure, he looked good in them but they were always a hassle to get over his elbows. Then he would have to do something to his hair and that gets tiring, so all in all, Sero hated getting fancy.

On the night of the banquet, the building had been filled with reporters and camera crew, along with a few of Japan’s official figures. Tense wouldn’t even begin to describe the way the atmosphere felt back stage.

As people recited their lines and did last minute wardrobe checks, Sero allowed his eyes to tiredly scan the crowd.

Until they found you practicing your lines in the crowd.

He had been awestruck. Your hair done up into a bun, loose curls framing your face. While your makeup was natural enough to show off your true beauty. 

But what really caught his attention was your dress. You had been dressed in a strapless gown, black and sequins with a slit going up your thigh. It hugged you well. 

A little too well if you asked him. He couldn’t take his eyes away. He knew you had a body, he could tell by your uniform, but not like this. Never like this. The fabric cupped your breasts and dipped into your waist, curving with the shape of your hips and at the moment Sero found it very hard to breathe in his suit. 

Even when you went on stage to give your speech, Sero was front and center, eyes trailing along the shape of you as the lights made your dress shimmer. You were like an angel.

When you two start dating, he’s a bit insecure. He thinks he’s too skinny to be with someone so curvaceous and full figured. But he soon gets over it when he sees you wearing his baggy clothes. They practically swallow you up. 

#Quality girlfriend

His favorite thing is to cuddle in his hammock, with you laying on top of him while he gently caresses you. He loves your hips and will place his hands there whenever. They just feel so full, so right in his hands.

“I don’t know babe, I might just have to hold you here all night.”

Kirishima:

It had been a total accident, but to this day he does not regret it.

Mina had given him the key to her room one early morning and told him to go get the extra hair gel she keeps in her closet (he had ran out, and he can’t just not do his hair)

What Mina had failed to tell Kirishima was that You had previously spent the night in her room and is currently still asleep in her bed.

Oops. . .

When Kiri opens the door, he can feel the blood in his face literally boil.

There you were, asleep on top of Mina’s covers, wildly positioned and in your bra and panties. Your thighs looked so thick that he was sure you could squish his head between them

*Cue thoughts sinful enough to make a priest cry*

He back tracked so fast out of Mina’s room that he had forgotten to grab the gel. But he refused to go back. Not when the cups of your bra pushed up your breasts the way they did. Or how your panties seemed to show a bit of cheek at the bottom of them. OR. . .

When you guys start dating, Kirishima’s favorite thing to do his have you straddle his hips while you guys talk. He finds it so comfortable and relaxing. He’ll rest his hands on your hips, occasionally reaching over to grab your ass. You’re so soft, so warm, so fucking sexy. He loves it so much

 He’ll purposely leave his clothes in your dorm because he knows you’ll wear them, and you fill them out so nicely. 10/10 WOULD FUCKING RECOMMEND. He also loves when you wear baggy tshirts and nothing else. Wink wink.

“You look so nice in my shirt babe, it’ll look even better on the floor though,”

[quirkfics]

finding the time

commission for the lovely @sabbywrites

wordcount: 4k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, resolving UST (unresolved sexual tension), aged up

pairing: Sero Hanta x F!Model Reader

“Who's that babe with the hot Shiketsu girl?” Denki asks, resting his elbows on the counter and sliding back to lean against it, and- Hanta cringes. It's just a little bit, but watching Denki point a finger gun in someone's direction and miming shooting it? Mildly embarrassing. Blowing away the imagined smoke makes it so much worse.

“Shiketsu girl?” Hanta decides to ask, pointedly turning away from his friend and attempting to wave down the bartender. Really, he’s only poking at semantics because it’s Denki. He has a fairly good idea who he means, but honestly, they are out of school, and the only time Denki should be saying girl in regards to their heroic comrades is when there are actual girl children around. 

“Woman,” Denki corrects, narrowing his eyes Hanta’s way. “You know, Camie. Aren’t Todoroki and Bakugou still on good terms with her or something? And probably Midoriya too, come to think of it-” Denki sounds like he's gearing up for a complaint about their old classmates popularity with- well, with every gender. Hanta is not up for it today.

“Yeah, woman,” Hanta mocks, grinning when Denki’s bright smile morphs into a frown. “Isn’t she a year or two older than us anyway? Girl.” He laughs when Denki holds up a sparking finger in warning, and finally turns to glance over his shoulder. He can humor him, it won’t take long. “You better not be calling her that to… Oh.” Hanta can feel the smile sliding off of his face, and he knows that Denki is going to give him hell for it later, but Denki was right. 

You’re absolutely lovely, from the top of your head down to your toes and he feels like an utter fool, staring at you like some slack jawed idiot.

“I know, right?” Denki says, elbowing Hanta in the shoulder. “But, seeing as I saw her first-”

“Hey Camie!” Hanta shouts, waving to ensure her attention, completely speaking over Denki and ignoring his muttered expletives. “Long time no see!”

Camie doesn’t do the quick turn-around, honestly she’s too popular to try and find every person who calls her name, but she flips her hair over her shoulder and glances their way- and she’s smiling. She latches onto you, motioning in their direction. Cool, Hanta thinks, heart pounding. She’s coming over, she’s going to introduce us to her friend, this is-

“Camie! Hey, how’s it-” Denki starts to make his trademark finger gun again, which has Camie laughing as she tugs you to a stop. 

“Chargebolt, Cellophane,” Camie says, and Hanta could almost swear she was smirking when she said his hero name. She introduces you without preamble, but the way she says your name is more than passingly fond. 

Denki snaps his fingers as soon as she does. “That’s why I know you! That editorial with those stellar lights? You did great!” He whistles, which leaves Hanta with raised eyebrows. “Model,” Denki explains, expression sly. He opens his mouth, ready to continue talking up a storm, but Camie suddenly latches onto his arm.

“Oh my god, Chargebolt, you have to meet someone - we’ll catch you two later!” Camie throws over her shoulder, nearly dragging Denki off into the crowd. 

Hanta turns back to ask what that was about and is nearly bowled over by the dazzling smile you’re directing his way.

“That wasn’t obvious at all, was it?” You ask, laughing like you’re shy. The look on your face is full of confidence, even though your hands are twisting nervously, but Hanta still feels like a fool because he is like- two steps behind on all of this. Something was obvious, and he has no idea what it was because all he can think is-

“Obvious?” Hanta asks, and feels a horrific blush crawling up his throat when you offer him your hand and introduce yourself again. “Oh! Ah, Sero Hanta,” he murmurs, hoping desperately that his hand isn’t sweaty or clammy. You don’t pull away or exclaim in disgust, so he thinks, or hopes, rather, that he’s in the clear. “So, you model?” He asks, sure that he’s acting the dunce

“Minor amount of hero work, so modelling has been my go-to. I like it, actually, but- and this might seem a little silly: I wanted you to know, I have been a fan of yours for a while-” 

Hanta’s heart speeds. “No kidding? That is- that’s awesome-” For a moment he has no idea where to go with this. Is he overthinking things? You said fan, there’s no way that you- “Uh, hey, want a drink while we chat?” He jerks his thumb at the bartender, who is slowly making his way back towards Hanta, and relief floods him when you smile again. 

“I’d love that,” you say, moving closer to the bar - and Hanta, hell, he can feel the warmth of you near his shoulder - while you wait to order. The longer you stay, the easier it gets for him to loosen up, and you don’t look like you’re trying to search for a way out. Hanta still thinks he doesn’t have a chance in hell of scoring your number, but you’re gorgeous and funny and- he is totally developing a crush on you, and is more than willing to spend the rest of his evening by your side. You discuss some of your work while you wait for the drink, but even after you accept the glass, you don’t really light up until you turn to him with questions about his latest hero exploits. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were a journalist - it’s all too easy for you to get him talking.

“You have got to tell me about that insect villain you took down a couple weeks ago - the tape as a web?” You give him a small thumbs up before you take a sip of your drink. You then have to set it down and laugh because Hanta knows he’s blushing now. Truth be told, he’d been a little embarrassed about the web thing. “Are you blushing?” You ask, reaching up to tap a single finger against his cheek. You don’t sound like you’re making fun of him or anything though. You sound like- like you’re flirting, and Hanta is pretty sure you are way out of his league.

It feels like it takes eons to get the story out, but you seem to think he’s as quick witted as his interviews typically show him. You laugh at his jokes and let him ramble, but he’s pleased to find that you’re perfectly willing to discuss your interests too. 

“To be honest,” you say in a whisper, leaning in close so he can hear it over the milling crowd. “I would much rather be home in sweatpants.” You straighten, gesturing down at your carefully tailored outfit. “Honestly, who can live in clothes like this?”

Hanta snorts into his drink and nearly chokes. “If it’s any consolation,” he offers, taking the small stack of bar napkins you hand him and wiping his face. “You can rock just about anything. Sweatpants should be more widely accepted.”

Hanta feels like he’s on cloud nine. The conversation never slows down and before he realizes it, the charity event is nearly done, you’ve strolled through the room with him twice over, arm hooked in his- and Denki and Camie are still nowhere in sight. He… Doesn’t really want the evening to end. 

“They’re wrapping up,” you say with a sigh, glancing up at the stage. It feels like his heart shoots up into his throat. He wants to ask for your number, but what if you’d just been passing the time with him because- “Listen, I have to head out - early work day tomorrow,” you explain, an apology in the downward curl of your lips. “But we should do this again sometime!”

Hanta blinks in surprise. “Yeah?” He asks, still feeling like he’s two steps behind as you tap something out on your phone and then turn it his way. You’re- you’re asking for his number! Hanta knows that he’s smiling, can feel the ache in his cheeks, but all he can think about is his name in your phone, followed by ~Cellophane~ and a web emoji. Never mind his previous embarrassment, if that stupid insect villain helped score him a date with you, he’s going to send the guy a care package in jail. 

“Can’t miss the chance to get to know you better,” you tease and then carefully take your phone back, fingers flying over the screen. A moment later, his phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out to see a string of emojis in his notifications, ending with a kissing face. 

He’s going to combust. 

“Wonderful,” you declare, smile turning a little nervous. “Maybe next time you’re free we can go on a date and-” 

Hanta trips, but you steady him before he can fall. When he straightens up he hurriedly agrees to the date, ignoring the fact that’s probably a vibrant red- and from somewhere across the room, he hears Denki whooping.    

Despite exchanging numbers and trying to plan an actual date though, the both of you end up being terribly busy a good portion of the time. Hanta’s versatile quirk takes him out of the city frequently, and so does your modeling. For the next two weeks you both have to settle for texting, which is frequent, or calling, which is less so. At one point you get to video chat, though it feels like something straight out of a comic book, because Hanta props his phone on building ledge and takes down a small group of villains with leaping quirks in between conversation. One of the villains tries to make a snide comment about Cellophane’s girlfriend and ends up in a tape cocoon, hanging upside down.

He surprises you with coffee once on a shoot, and is nearly mobbed with attention for his trouble. In the end you only get to spend about 10 minutes in his company before his phone is ringing and you’re being called back by the photographer. Both of you enjoy your work, you understand, but- it’s getting a little frustrating when you’re on each other's minds so much, and all you can do is grab a few spare hours together, and never all at once. 

“Call in,” Camie says over the phone one afternoon, tapping awkwardly at a keyboard. You’re fairly sure she’s trying out some new promotional product - Camie gets so many gifts from fans and companies that you’re not sure she knows what to do with them all. 

“But I-”

“He has the day off and you’re only due for something minor - seize that moment,” Camie insists, and then pops her bubblegum right next to the phone. She apologizes almost immediately, though you still have to rub at your ear to stop the stinging. 

“I’m just a little nervous, it’s our first date-”

“Pssh. First?? Didn’t you grab lunch together twice this week?” 

You have to pause before you answer that one. Did you? You count silently and then shrug, even though she can’t see you. “Yeah, but-”

“And breakfast last week. Are you classifying a date as dinner or-” Camie’s muffled laughter echoes over the line, followed quickly by a scraping noise as she pushes the keyboard away from her. “You two have been dating since the charity.”

Camie is.. Most definitely right. You just haven’t quite noticed. The rising tension between the two of you is almost overwhelming, and it’s all you can think about whenever he has to head out or back to work or you get called in for a show. You call out on the small job tomorrow, and immediately let Hanta know you’re free. 

Part of you expects the day to be a bit awkward. You’ve both been out of your mind trying to scrape together every spare second, but when you see him walk through the restaurant door all you feel is an overwhelming sense of joy. It’s still a little odd to see him in casual clothes, though to be honest, you’re fairly sure he could be a model himself, if he had any interest in it.  

“That’s a big smile,” Hanta teases, though he doesn’t have any room to speak with his megawatt grin lighting up the room. He pulls out a chair to join you, and then his expression turns a little goofy when he realizes you ordered his coffee for him. “Something good happen this morning?”

“Other than getting to spend time with you?” You shrug, all nonchalance, and then pause, tapping your fingers against the side of your mug. “So it’s been pointed out to me that… Well, we’ve kind of been dating this whole time?”

Hanta freezes with his drink halfway to his mouth. 

“I mean, we do grab meals together all the time and even though we’ve been lamenting not having a first date, we’ve kind of-”

“Had a whole bunch?” He asks, cheeks turning rosy. “Yeah. That’s- ‘s kinda true, huh? Are you… Are you happy about that?”

“Yes,” you blurt, and then both of you are laughing. During breakfast, at least, the tension eases and the both of you are finally able to grab more than a few minutes of conversation. You get to talk about more than just daily updates, or the quality of the food and it’s- it’s everything you both have been wanting. 

The day blazes by, though tension starts to amp up with every little touch between the two of you, every second more spent in one another's company. There’s always been attraction between you, but now- now there’s feelings involved. He’s sweet, and funny, and has a fierce love for orange flavored everything- and his hand curling around your wrist when he helps you down some stairs has your heart pounding. He laughs whenever you tease him, like he can’t believe his good luck, and you catch sight of his jaw starting to drop whenever you bite or lick your lips. He’s made frequent aborted movements all day, like he’s going to try and kiss you, or he’s shifting in his seat to adjust himself- You don’t feel any better. You have to stop yourself from tugging on stray locks of his hair or pulling him in close for a hug whenever you have to wait in line for food or tickets, just because you want to feel him pressed against you.

Halfway through dinner you stretch your leg, and your foot brushes against his ankle- and then both of you freeze like you have stage fright. 

“Trying to play footsie?” Hanta teases, smiling down at his meal. “I mean, I can’t blame you- have you seen my legs? I do a lot of squats-” He laughs, hiding his face when you flick a small bit of food his way. He brushes the crumb off, but his smile stays just as vibrant as ever. 

“Seriously?” You ask, trying to keep a straight face while kicking gently at his shoe. “All the ways you could have worded that and you joke about squats?” You shake your head, though your heart beats double time when he catches your foot between his ankles. This is getting ridiculous, knowing how much you want each other. 

So you can admit that you’ve had a few dates now. It’s just that… You’ve never been alone when you do. Coworkers usually abound, and even if they’re not in the immediate vicinity, you know they’re watching, for curiosity’s sake, or for gossiping reasons- neither of you have had the chance to just be alone. The last few hours, it’s been all you can do not to breathlessly ask him to take you back to his place because you want to kiss him, damn it, and… Either of you smooching someone in public is sure to warrant a tabloid photo somewhere. It’s not that you mind that, but you’d rather keep a few things to yourself, thanks much.

“Alright,” you decide aloud, pushing away your half eaten plate. “I say we take this to go, and unless you’re busy tomorrow, I- what are you-” You turn your head to see what Hanta is waving at, and see the waiter coming your way. 

“If you’re going to say what I think you are, I’m grabbing the check,” he clarifies. “...please tell me if I thought wrong though? Because if I did, I’m probably going to pay and then eat the receipt because embarrassment is nigh.”

You have to hide your smile behind your hand. “No, you thought right. Receipt eating will not be necessary.”

You run into a few minor issues along the way - a detour because of a hero and villain battle up ahead, and then a group of teen girls make a beeline for you when you decide to make a pit stop at a convenience store- you don’t particularly mind the last, though you promise yourself you’re going to pinch Hanta later. He’s standing in another aisle, mimicking their excitement, just tall enough for you to see over the shelves. When you finally make it to Hanta’s place, you swear you can hear your pulse in your ears, and Hanta is no better. He fumbles with his keys and keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, like he’s afraid if he blinks you’re just going to wink out of existence.

As soon as Hanta locks the door between you two and the rest of the world, you stop thinking. He sweeps you up into his arms, nearly lifting you off of the floor, and plants a kiss on you that has your brain short circuiting. Every little moment, every little stolen touch or time you’d held hands was just building up that pool of desire and now it feels like you can barely breathe through it. Hanta’s fingers press just right into your hips and he groans when you bite his lower lip as run your hand through his hair. He lets you tilt his head to the side, tugging on the hair in your hand and curses as soon as your mouth touches his neck. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” he tells you, shoulders shifting. “You keep getting this look on your face-” He says, and you gasp, legs wrapping around his hips reflexively as he hauls you up into his arms. “And all I can think about is you making that face in bed.”  You let him carry you through his house, clutching precariously to his shoulders. 

“Maybe you should show me,” you say, and then squeak when he falls back on his bed with no warning. He laughs when he sees your face, but then seems to realize that his hands are still wrapped around your thighs and you’re on top of him and- His expression goes a little slack. You shift, and Hanta shudders as you brush against him.

“You’re so fucking warm,” he mutters, glancing between you like he’s expecting to see bare skin already. You rock against him again, just to see the blissful look on his face and start slipping off your clothes. His hands slide from your thighs back up to your hips as you do, breath growing a little short as he watches you with wide eyes. “You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, moving his hands further up your body. “You know that? Just looking at you is making it hard to functi-” You press yourself against him, leaving him speechless. His thumbs just barely brush over your breasts before you’re sliding off of him to ditch the rest of your clothes.

Hanta tries to follow suit, but keeps fumbling, moving too fast- you’re fairly sure you hear the tell-tale sound of something ripping, but as soon as he’s free of the constriction, he’s tugging you back into his arms. You’ve been waiting for so long to kiss Hanta that every brush of lips has you going back in for more. He stumbles back against the bed, hands stroking over your shoulder blades and then makes a wrecked noise against your mouth when you take his erection in hand. When you squeeze him, his knees start to buckle. 

“Trying to take the lead, huh?” He breathes out, fingers trembling against your spine as he presses a wet kiss against your shoulder. “Get me on my knees? Or do-” Hanta curses when you start stroking and follows your gentle push towards the bed. He sits, and lays down at your prompting. 

“Mm, I like the way you talk to me,” you murmur, straddling his legs and leaning down for another kiss. Part of you thinks you should take your time, but this drawn out wait has been frustrating, and Hanta doesn’t seem to have any complaints about the speed. When you press him between your thighs this time, Hanta hands spasm.

“Fucking wet,” he mumbles, lifting his head so he can see. The wait was definitely worth it - he’s ridiculously warm when you rock your hips, pressing him inside you, and between the feeling and look on his face. “Do I- fuck, do I have to stay still?” He asks, hands still frozen between your back and your hips. 

“Do you want to?” You can’t help asking, and then you’re clutching at his shoulders for purchase as he thrusts up into you. 

“N-no. I want to touch, want to try and-” It takes a moment before you both find a rhythm, timing his thrusts with the rocking of your hips, all the while he’s telling you how beautiful you are, how much he’s been thinking about you, how he dreamed less than a week ago of finally having you in his office. “Was a- a mess when I woke up,” he pants, reaching up to curl his fingers around the back of your neck. He pulls you in close enough to kiss, but he’s still talking. “And then you called, and your voice-” Hanta finally seems to run out of words. His hips stutter and then his thighs start to tremble when you kiss him, swallowing down the noise he’s making. You think he might be getting close, but then he’s wrapping arms around you and rolling you onto your back. 

The angle change has you hurriedly breaking the kiss, your back arching, leaving your mouth almost numb from all the attention. Hanta shifts until the front of his thighs are pressed to the back of yours and picks the pace back up. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is sticking to his forehead, and then he’s reaching between your thighs to press his thumb to your clit and you’re seeing stars. You vaguely recall him saying your name, but you’re shaking and trying to catch your breath- and then Hanta is pulling out of your and coming over your abdomen, his hands clutching at your knees. 

He laughs almost as soon as he’s finished, brushing hair out of his face. “Ahh, I seriously thought I wasn’t going to make it,” he tells you, only the smallest amount of shame in his face. “I have been a mess since that morning you called. I thought for sure you could hear my thoughts and any minute you were going to say something about-”

“Hanta, you are ridiculous.”

“-ly good in bed?” He finishes with a cocky smile, standing up and then frowning down at the pile of clothes on the floor. “Lemme grab a towel.”

He leaves before you can answer, but you call out: “That too!” and relax back against the comforter, a smile on your face. Your phone buzzes on the floor, but you flat out ignore it. All you really want to do is take a break for cleanup, and maybe some food, and bring Hanta back to bed. After all, you waited long enough, didn’t you?

[namelessthirst]

Tinkerball’s Lullaby

[The title was helped by a friend and I love it. A birthday gift fic to @theleaningtowerofpizazz <333 Its very late but here it is!!

Fairy!Denki Kaminari x Reader x Fairy!Hanta Sero

Ao3

1k words and some change

Attempted creampie, oral, actual mini-creampie, impatient horny fairies, macro/micro, size difference, oral, mild and brief somnophilia.]

It'd been three hours. Three hours of you saying you'd be in bed 'soon', of you offering distractions of milk and honey in thimbles or unlocking your phone for them to play candy crush with their feet while they wait.

And wait.

 And wait.

And so, as fairies tend to do when faced with denial and boredom, they became rather pesky.

Patience wasn't easy for a fairy, and your boys made this clear as they began to flit about your head, Hanta hanging from Denki's feet by a bit of webbing.

 It wasn't too bad at first, just a few tugs at your hair, cobwebs stuck to your face with a kiss and trailed across your chair and desk, insistent flashing from the corner of your eye... Nothing you couldn't handle.

 It was when silence fell upon the room that you started to worry. A quiet fairy was either asleep or up to something. Well, save for the times they were curled up with one or another of their loves, but that was different.

 You gave your room a cursory glance, just enough to see if you could spot where they'd run off to but not leave yourself open for pressing questions of if you were finally done. You really, really needed to have this essay finished, even then you had more work to do, but at least this piece being done would mean you could rest for the night.

 With the little glittering fiends nowhere in sight, you wondered if they had given up and went to bed somewhere or were busying themselves with snacks. Or pouting.

 You sighed quietly before turning back to the straining light of your laptop screen. Two pages to go, just two.

 You made it about another 100 words before you felt a tickle at your ankle. You try to brush away what you assume to be a persistent hair caught on your foot, until what distinctly feels like tiny hands grip at your flannel pajamas.

 Their presence discovered, the two wee boys scurry up your legs as you roll your chair back, preparing to scold them for the distraction, and for the brief startle of movement.

 But, alas, your words are caught in your throat as chilled fingers pull aside your underwear and begin to dance across your warm sex.

 "Guys, c'mon...Mm, I have work to do..."

 Even for their size, getting between you and the fabric hiding your warm, welcoming body wasn't an easy process. But, they were nothing if not determined, and it wasn't but a few breaths until you could feel them pressing you apart, delicate and knowing hands teasing up over your dampening folds.

 You couldn't do much besides lean back, even as much as you wanted to roll forward onto the gentle touch, you couldn't risk actually suffocating them.

 Someone's mouth was on your clit, the lightest brush of teeth and tongue. You were fairly certain it was Denki, his tell how his hips rut away at your slick, betraying any true sense of mystery. He was always so impatient.

 Though, under the conditions, staying calm wasn't an easy task even for Hanta. Surrounded by your body, the scent of your arousal welcoming and overwhelming.

 Hands, strong from climbing smooth silk, gripped your labia and you were sure Hanta must have taken Denki, the brush of the frantic cock stuttering and uneven like it couldn't decide if it wanted to go forward or back would have been clue enough, if not for the familiar squeak and trill of pleasure.

 Your slick made wonderful lube as Hanta inched inside his excited lover, hips trying to press him all the more closely to your far too large entrance.

 Denki muffled his moans giddily with your clit, sucking at it longingly, aching to fill you up with his spunk, were he only just big enough. His hands danced over what he couldn't fit in his mouth, and he knew he was doing well by how noisy you were above.

 Just a little more, just a bit-! Their dicks might not be enough to fill you, no matter how hard they tried, but the smallest of your loves had certainly mastered the most sensitive part of you.

 Denki's tongue ground feverishly against your clit, a wide smile letting drool down his chin and neck- not that it was distinguishable from the slick already coating his skin.

 "Hahh, Ha-! Hant-ahh... Ohh, Denki, b-bite it, just a little!" They were glad to hear you finally relax into their work, Hanta's grin wide against Denki's neck. His hips pressed on more insistently as he felt the lightest press of your finger on his rear through the cloth surrounding him.

 As your voice and pleasure peaked, so did they. Shimmering cum spilled messily against your pussy, the matching load swallowed up by hungry fairy butt.

 It was hard not to press your thighs together, the subtle shift of your boys against you enough to tease aftershocks through you.

 "Alright...Alright, okay. We can go to bed. Okay?" You pull open the front of your flannel and underwear, peering down at the messy duo.

 They panted heavily, clearly tired out from the contained heat of you, and what they'd done to it. Still, they offered lazy smiles and began to untangle from you and each other.

 You helped them out and into the bathroom for a wipe down, letting them clean each other while you set off for a new set of pjs and underwear.

 By the time you had your work saved and laptop shut down, they were already sprawled on your pillow, ignoring the one you had tucked against the wall just for them to be on. Letting delicate fairies get lost in bed was not a good idea, no matter how frequently they wanted to sleep nestled against your chest. Or in Denki's case, snug between your thighs.

 You were given a disgruntled squeak as you nudged Denki over so you could lay your head down properly, face inches from their pretty naked bodies. The displeasure didn't last long before he was tugging Hanta over closer to your face with him.

 Tickling kisses were left sprinkled across your cheeks as your body settled, tuckered from school and a warming orgasm.

 You smiled at the little peeps and trills that helped you drift off, sure from their tone of what they meant.

 "I love you guys too, nigh-night."

 Their lilting voices were the last thing you heard, no dulling dreams to tease your resting mind.

 Your waking was much less...gentle.

 It hadn't occurred to you last night to set an alarm, something to make sure you didn't sleep too late and waste the time you needed to finish things up.

 Luckily, your sweet little loves took care of it for you.

 Though, you're not sure if being stirred from a heavy sleep by an insistent pressure on your lips, and high-pitched moans in your ear, was more or less preferable than your favorite bell-chime alarm.

 You knew Denki was a bit needy when he first woke up. Apparently, he was spending his sleep addled lust on your mutual lover's usually bereft ass.

 Though you had to admit, Hanta's pleasure curled smile being the first thing you saw was a rather nice start to the morning.

[meganshinsou-tm]

Sour. Sweet. Gone.

☙  pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader

☙  theme:  college au

☙  cw/tw: mild bullying, profanity, friends to enemies to lovers, college party, eventual smut (added warnings in that part).

☙  part: 1 ↔ 3

|next part|

Loud music thumped throughout the gymnasium, strobe lights flashing repeatedly along with the beats. Bodies filled the small space, stood against walls in groups or spread out in the bleachers - everyone either dancing, talking and drinking or making out. You groaned and rolled your eyes, tugging the hood of your jacket over your head and putting in your earbuds to drown out the world with your own music and laid on a bench you found hidden under the bleachers.

Somehow your friends managed to drag you out of the dorms, despite your kicking and screaming like a child. It had been two whole excruciating hours, you already had someone bump into you spilling beer all over your jacket, not to mention your so-called friends had already gotten shit faced in no time, leaving you with no one to really talk to. This night couldn’t get any worse right?

“What the fuck are you doing under here shithead?” A familiar and annoying voice questioned as one of your earbuds were suddenly gone.

Wrong, you were so wrong. 

Your eyes looked up to see Sero Hanta standing and leaning over you with a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he tossed the bud up and down in his hand. Just for a moment your heart skipped a beat. Black hair hung and glistened in the multi-colored lights and white teeth beamed at you, maybe not in the way you wanted but still at least he was looking at you. A black lip ring hugged his plump bottom lip and matching black silicone plugs dressed his earlobes. 

God he was pretty!

“You look cross-eyed idiot, the fuck are you staring at?”

Pretty shitty.

“Fuck off Hanta, give that back!” You retorted and reached up to grab your earbud.

He shook his head, snatching his hand out of your reach while flicking your forehead with a snicker. Your eyes narrowed and soon Sero was grunting and clutching at his stomach where you laid a solid punch, causing him to drop the item. With a begrudged sigh you sat up, turned around and picked it up with a smirk, flicking his forehead like he had done before.

“You’re such a little bitch you know that?” He sneered and stood straight again, rubbing his stomach and glaring down at you.

“You act like this is news to me. Why are you even bothering me you douche, don’t you have some chick to go suck face with or something?”

Sero quirked a brow, grinning and bending over enough to be face level with you. His hands dug smugly in his pockets. Those mean and stupidly beautiful black eyes leering at you … scanning your face and falling to your - lips? For once Sero wasn’t saying a damn word, which was sort of nice, your own eyes fell to his mouth too and it took every ounce of restraint to not just kiss it, to not take that perfect bottom lip between your teeth and let your tongue toy with the metal ring hanging from it. Looking back up to his eyes, which were still fixated on your lips, you could swear you saw something in them, something along the lines of what you felt yourself. 

That was impossible though, there was no way Sero Hanta held anything but disdain for you, he made that brutally clear a year ago. You never really knew why he hated you so much, why he went from being the laid back cool guy to teasing and picking on you all the time. But you were just as sour in return, you weren’t some pushover damnit, not even to Sero. Sure … maybe when he degraded you sometimes it kind of made you malfunction and throb between the legs. And maybe you’d go out of your way to bump into him from time to time so just so he’d look at you or back you against a wall, demanding you apologize for being in his way and touching him, causing you to both get into a yelling match and end up face to face - so fucking close, like now. 

Sometimes you wish things could be different, that you could show Sero your true emotions, tell him your true feelings, but after what happened before, he’d probably laugh in your face or find you weirder than he already thought you were and just avoid you forever. Yeah it was fucked up to keep going along with this charade but any attention from Sero, even if it was bitter, was better than no attention at all. Things would never be how you wanted them, that’s just how it was and how it would always be. 

The look you thought you saw in Sero’s eyes, it was probably just disgust and he was more than likely just imagining shoving your face away … yeah that was probably it.

“Hey moron,” you finally spoke, onyx eyes blinking rapidly before meeting yours, “anything in that empty ass skull of yours?” 

“Fuck you!” 

Sero quickly stood back up straight, forgetting what he was even going to say in the first place and rubbing the side of his neck with the best aggravated grunt he could manage. His cheeks were not heating up, they were not blushing. You stood from the bench, rolling your eyes and going to walk past him, patting his chest roughly as you did.

“Great talk, let’s do it again sometime.”

With that you left Sero behind under the bleachers, disappearing into the crowd of fellow students. His fists clenched in his pockets before one hand slipped out to palm his face. With a huff, Sero plopped down onto the bench you laid on just before, his head hanging low as one knee bounced.

“Fuck,” he rasped out.

Thinking back, Sero really had no plan to follow once he finally found you under the bleachers. He had watched when you arrived at the party with your friends, excitement singing in his veins like it always did when he saw you. All he knew was that he needed to see you, to get your attention if only for a little bit, it had been since class the day before that he last saw you. Any time you were near, Sero had to come up with some way to get your eyes on him, have you talking to him, even if it was with venom. The thought made him frown, god this was exhausting sometimes. At what point did all this turn to shit and become hopeless again?

Oh yeah, freshman year. In fact, in the beginning the two of your were pretty cool with each other and damn did he miss those days. The first week he realized you both had a few classes together that semester and one day he ended up with a seat next to you, so he took it upon himself to finally give you a proper introduction. After that the semester and the next happened, the two of you being all chummy with each other in classes you shared, helping the other out with notes or just joking back and forth. The joking and teasing was a lot like how it was now, just with less actual hatred. One day, this girl in one of your shared classes, who Sero later found out was crushing on him hard, came up to him in the middle of a friendly debate the two of you were having and blatantly asked if the two of you were dating. Like the idiot he was, Sero laughed and scrunched his nose up at you, “of course not, not in a million fucking years.”

You see, Sero never really thought before he spoke, he never took the time to go over how the words he said and the tone he said them in could be taken the wrong way and totally fuck up every single chance he ever dreamed of having with you. Back then he honestly didn’t even mean what he said to come out like that, what he truly felt was that you were totally out of his league and there was no way you’d ever consider giving him a chance but boy was he fucking dumb. After that class, things between you were never the same. Your lighthearted and meaningless joking became sour and weighted. Without meaning to, Sero fucking crushed you, he knew that much and when he finally realized that and that you fucking hated his guts he did the only thing he knew to do - to just be an asshole, to make what he said look true. 

Keeping this act up for the last two years was really wearing Sero down. There were too many times to count where he’d thought he finally had enough and was ready to stroll up to you and just confess all his true feelings. To beg and plead that you listen to him, forgive him. So badly Sero wanted you to look at him like you used to, with a small sparkle in your eyes, he wanted so fucking badly to laugh with you again - genuinely laugh. To make you smile instead of frown. There were some days where he’d swore he’d catch you stealing glances of him or even maybe smiling as you were lost in thought, possibly old happy thoughts? There was no way though, those eyes of yours, they never looked at him with anything more than anger and hurt. Still though, Sero couldn’t just leave you alone. As long as you’d retaliate towards his mean advances, he’d never stop. It was the only way, the only excuse he had to get in your face, to touch you even if it was a flick to your nose or a little bump and shove.

With a sigh Sero laid back on the bench, trying to shut out all the loud noise of the party, all it took was thinking about how close he was to you again. Tucking an arm under his head, Sero smirked and made out the image of your lips, how they were close enough for him to kiss. He noticed the thin sheet of glittery lip gloss that dressed them, wondering if it tasted like anything, wondering how you tasted most importantly. All Sero wanted to do was kiss you, smother you in affection, annoy you in sweeter ways. That was just a dream though.

A few more seconds passed before there was someone shouting.

“Yo, get the fuck out, the dean is on his way!”

“Shit,” Sero hissed as he shot back up, grunting as he felt the aftermath of that hit you landed to his stomach, it made him chuckle though. You were a fucking spitfire and it was a major turn on to him.

As he emerged from under the bleachers, Sero searched the area for his gang of friends, they were nowhere to be found, probably already hauling ass back to the dorms. Everyone else left was scattering like mice, going out every door they could. Sero started to sprint and join the frantic crowd, he was almost home free until a body collided with his own. A shoulder knocked hard into his sternum and the person was falling and taking him down with them with a hard smack on the wood floor. Sero groaned, his hand moving to rub at his chest and smacking someone’s skull in the process.

“Ow fucker!”

Sero lifted his head to look at the person laying on top of him, a smile growing on his face as he saw a familiar head of hair. Soon he realized how his smile may be a little too excited so he managed a cocky smirk before speaking.

“Sorry, think of that as payback for earlier.”

You looked up in disbelief and scoffed, “I swear to fucking christ, why can’t I ever get away from you huh?”

Sero’s brows furrowed at the disappointment in your tone. That fucking stung but he couldn’t let you know that. Tightening his jaw and shaking his head, Sero reached a hand out to shove your face off his chest, despite wanting to keep it there and rub your head to make sure you were okay.

“Hey, you’re the one practically fucking throwing yourself at me. How about a ‘thank you’ for cushioning the fall for your dumb ass!”

“Hah, first off - in your fucking dreams asswipe! Second - you’re dumber than I thought if you think I’d ever do that dickwad!”

Sero snorted and pinched your cheek hard. “Wow, quiet the vocabulary you got there princess! You kiss your mother with that filthy mouth!”

Your eyes rolled as you slapped his hand away, sitting up and rubbing your cheek. With an evil smile you reached out and twisted one of Sero’s nipples between your fingers, making him yelp.

“Wouldn’t you like to know the things I do with this filthy mouth!”

Fucking shit! 

Sero nearly short circuited as you looked down on him, realizing how you were straddling his lap, still twisting his nipple and looking like some sort of hot as fuck sadist. You twisted more and made him squirm. Bad fucking idea! 

The jolt was enough to bounce you down further and right on top of his crotch. 

Bad this was so fucking bad but so good! 

Sero grit his teeth and concentrated on willing away the boner he was sure to pop. His hands moved on their own, gripping at your jean covered thighs and squeezing them harshly enough to make you let him go. For a second Sero caught his breathe before you were flicking his knuckles.

“You fucking little shit stop!” He growled.

“Let go of me then you - you dumb dumb!”

The exasperated and amused look that was plastered across Sero’s face was so fucking hard to control. It took everything in him to not just awe at how fucking adorable you were. What he couldn’t hold back though was the cackle and boy did that piss you off further. Soon enough the two of you were having a slapping match with your hands, calling each other names back and forth. Still on the floor. Still sitting on top of him.

Finally your hands managed to capture Sero’s wrists and you growled before pinning them down to the floor on both sides of his head. Thinking you were still joking, Sero laughed only for you to have this incredulous expression on your face before shaking your head. Upon closer inspection, Sero thought he saw the evidence of tears pricking in the corners of your eyes.

“You’re such an asshole Sero,” you breathed out as your head hung low, hiding your face from him. “Why, why do you -”

“Excuse me.”

A deep tired voice spoke from behind you, cutting off the loaded question sitting on your tongue. You cursed under your breath and sat up, releasing Sero’s wrists and wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Sero blinked, watching how your eyes softened and saddened, how you pinched your nose to try and stave back tears. If he didn’t feel like shit before, he did now. The man sat up, going to cup your face as he whispered your name only to me met with rejection as you pushed it away.

“Don’t,” you warned with a shaky voice. 

“You two wanna tell me what happened here?”

Sero snapped out of his haze, looking to see the college dean standing before him, foot tapping impatiently and arms crossed. You removed yourself from Sero, making him feel cold all of a sudden, god you were warm. Before he could make the situation worse, Sero decided to stand to his feet as well, hissing from the soreness of the impact he took by being tackled to the floor. Rubbing his back, Sero looked at the dean and shrugged, replacing his own sadness with a smirk.

“Uh - a surprise birthday party for you sir!”

The dean sighed and rubbed his forehead before looking at you, waiting for an answer. Sero looked as well and frowned, you looked so tired and like you wanted to just crawl under a rock. Finally you cleared your throat and hugged yourself softly. 

“Obviously there was a party, damn sir - and they pay you the big bucks?”

Sero snorted, stopping quickly when the dean glared at him unamused. 

“Alright then, since you two were so kind to stay behind and clear that up for me, you can clean this place up then!”

“Sir, it’s fucking 2am!”

“It’s that or expulsion for damaging school property Mr. Hanta, if I’m seeing this clearly, there seems to be alcohol and trash all over this nice waxed floor, it stays there too long and it could ruin it. So you have a choice, I’ll leave it up to you, goodnight!”

Without another word the man walked out, the gym doors slamming shut behind him and sealing the deafening silence between you and Sero. You sighed and removed your jacket, walking over to the bleachers and dropping it. Sero watched as you walked over to a set of double doors on the other side and entered the room to walk back out with trash bags and brooms. You looked at him, raising your brows and motioning at the room.

“You gonna just fucking stand there or help out, I’d like to get this shitty night over with already.”

Sero nodded, it really was a shitty night. “Yeah.”

For the next half hour the two of you worked together, well without really being within reach of the other, to pick up all the trash, sweep and mop all the floors and even wipe down the bleachers where random puddles of alcohol were spilt. The only words exchanged were questions of where a certain cleaning product or item could be found, who was going to clean what area and a few noises of disgust here and there. There were a few times where you talked or hummed to yourself, Sero being close enough to overhear and subtly smiling. Other times he’d make jokes to himself or monologue his actions in a goofy voice, making you stifle down giggles or act like you weren’t interested when he’d catch you watching him. Every time he’d smugly smile as you blushed and flipped him off. 

It was nearing 4am when the two of you finally finished, both putting all the cleaning products back into their closet with tired yawns and groans. In all honesty it shouldn’t have taken so long but maybe both of your were dragging it out just to try and savor more time together. After turning the lights off and walking out of the gym, you pouted. The walk to your dorm was insanely far across the campus and you weren’t sure if you even had the energy to walk it. As you went to take a step Sero stopped you with a question.

“Your room still in bum fuck egypt?”

Stopping and shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket you nodded.

“I thought so. Look uh - I know I’m not your favorite person in the world but if you’re as tired as I am then I’m sure that walk seems like a fucking nightmare. No pressure or anything but … my place is just around the corner here if you wanted to crash for a few hours.”

You may have looked exhausted on the outside but on the inside you were wide awake. Your heart hammering away and mind almost frying at the thought of spending the night, well morning, with Sero. Being shacked up in the small studio sized dorm room together, sharing the same bed, being so fucking close. You’d only ever dreamed about something like this, wondering if Sero was as good of a cuddler as he looked. His long lean arms must’ve felt like heaven to be wrapped up in and he was probably so warm. The long time it took for you to respond must’ve freaked Sero out as he quickly started to back track.

“Y-you don’t have to it was just a suggestion. I understand if you’d rather get hit by a bus than take my offer … I just -”

“I stink.”

Sero hummed and tilted his head in the midst of his rambling and chuckled.

“Tell me something I don’t know nerd!”

You’re eyes rolled and you actually smirked.

“What - no idiot! I mean my clothes, some asshole spilled their drink all over me and not to mention after all that hard labor just now, I’m all gross.”

“Well the first step is acceptance,” Sero replied with a friendly nudge to your shoulder, you didn’t recoil only gave him the cutest annoyed look he’d ever seen by sticking your tongue out at him. “But I do have this thing called a shower, it’s really cool! You see water comes out of it like rain falling from the sky and -”

“Oh my fucking god shut up and let’s go before I beat your ass!”

Sero smirked and leaned down to look you in the eye, a coy smile on his face as he invaded your space even more and damn near brushed his lips against your cheek. There was no hiding the pink that started to color your skin or the heat that was spreading across the back of your neck.

“I’d fucking love to see you try short stuff!”

You hummed. Two could play this game.

“Oh yeah?” You questioned in a whisper, nuzzling your cheek against his own and biting your lip at the strained sound Sero made. “I bet I can make you squirm Hanta.”

Sero gulped and forced a chuckle, shifting his weight onto one leg and subtly trying to adjust himself in his jeans. He flinched slightly upon feeling one of your hands pressing against his chest, making his heartbeat quicken as it felt like fire surrounded your touch. He couldn’t believe what was happening right now, maybe you were just so exhausted you were becoming delirious but he wasn’t complaining, Sero was gonna take what he could get. Just as he was about to part his lips to nervously kiss at your cheek, the hand on his chest slyly trailed over before fingers were pinching and twisting his nipple. Again!

Sero convulsed in shock and pulled away with a yell. You nearly fell out onto the ground from laughing so hard that there were tears in your eyes. Sero rubbed at his now insanely sore nipple and looked at you, he was a little pissed off but he couldn’t be mad when hearing you laugh so genuinely, it was only his favorite sound in the world. You wiped your eyes and sighed, walking to stand next to him and smiled with pride.

“Told ya!”

Sero bumped your shoulder and ruffled your hair as he mockingly laughed. 

“Just for that you get the floor!”

[tudor-fool]

NUMBER 4 for sero please!!!! From fluff to smut please!!!!!!! Also I really did love the other sero piece😘😘💕💕

I will try! I’m not to great at smut but I will try

Pairings: Sero x Reader

Scenario: “ Let’s play fuck marry kill!”

🍋

It was hard to be in the same class as you’re crush. He was just so— handsome and sweet. You were head over heels for him. Today was a U.A. Party, which was fun for multiple reasons.

A. You could drink, because Denki spiked the punch

B. You’d get to play fun stuff and relax for just a while

And c. He was there.

Sero Hanta. Cute smile, cute butt, good personality (other than being a dummy.) the perfect guy, in you’re opinion, of course. Then, when everyone was a bit tipsy and a bit more relaxed, Mina Ashido came up with a great plan. “ Let’s play Fuck marry kill!” She said with delight and Ochaco looked at her “ Isn’t it kiss marry kill?” She asked and Mina shrugged “ let’s play the rated R one— it’s way more fun” she said back

Soon, almost all of you were crowded on the couch and laughing, all except bakugou, who went to bed early, and Mineta, who was forbidden to sit with all of you. He sat across from you, a small smile on his face and his cheeks a bit red. After a few rounds of embarrassment, you had to go. “ Okay Y/N, fuck marry kill, Kirishima, Denki, ooooorrrr Sero” she smirked. You blushed bright red.

She knew you had a crush on him, and she gave you a problem. Did you want to marry Sero or fuck him. Well, you wanted to both, honestly, but that wasn’t an option. You thought for a moment “ um— let’s see. I’d fuck— Kirishima, cause he’s sturdy y’now” you said thoughtfully. He went bright red. “And I’d kill Denki cause— no offense— you’re not the marrying type — and I’d marry Sero— cause— personal reasons.” You said finally.

He raised an eyebrow, and you blushed bright red. “Let’s move on!” You said with a big smile. The rest of the night was normal, but Sero kept staring at you. You decided to go to the bathroom, and washed your face, you were shocked to see Sero waiting for you outside the bathroom. You blush “h-hey” you said and looked at him

“ you’d marry me?” He asked politely with a small smile. “Out of all the boys in my group— except bakugou, you’d marry me. Huh.” He said with a smirk. You squirmed in your skin and looked at the black haired boy. He got closer and you got red her. He brushed his lips slightly across yours “I’d marry you too” he whispered, and you kissed him. You would never had done this if you were fully sober

He pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly and gently at the same time, and you licked his neck when his lips released yours. He made a sound, it was a strange masculine noise and you wanted to make him make it again. “ let’s go— to my room” he whispered and you nodded.

You got into his room, and he landed on the bed, him on top of you. You both kissed each other, desperate for each touch, craving what came next. You pulled off your shirt and bra, and he pulled off his shirt. Your hands went to his belt and he blushed. “I’ve— i’ve never been with anyone,” he said. His eyes longing, his member was hard, you could tell.”

“ I haven’t either. It will be— it will be amazing.” You whisper, and pull off your panties, your skirt still on. He blushed and you laid on top of him, pulling his pants and boxers off. You blushed. He was big — not crazy big like you see in porn but still—. You blushed “ we don’t have condoms—“ you said and then he got up and pulled some out of his pants pocket

You raised an eyebrow. “Hey, you never know when you get lucky, or so says Denki” he rolls his eyes, peeling the condom on his member. You were surprised it fit. He laid you on the bed and began to rub against you, and by now you were soaking. He moans, and so do you. He entered you suddenly, a small burst of pain and pleasure.

He stayed still for a long second, and then began to pump in and out, in and out of you and you felt so good. You were panting and moaning and suddenly, the knot that was forming in your stomach, it burst in a wave of pleasure, and then it came again. You cried out, and he emptied himself inside of you. You then lay there, in his arms, snuggled to his chest

“ I think I love you” you whispered, and he smiled. “ I love you too— y/n. I’d marry you any day.”