#sero hanta x you

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐TRACK 05: SUMMER. hanta sero (2K)

about. after a whirl wind summer of fucking around - sero realises he’s in some deep, deep shit. he’s in love with you, but you’re set to move across the globe by the end of the season. what the hell is he gonna to do?

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! suggestive, sfw, slight angst, fluff, happy ending, sneaky links, mentions of (car) sex, friends with benefits to lovers, love confessions, sidekick + fem!reader, pro hero!sero.

things to note. reee can you believe the series is almost over? one last fic and then we’re done sobs!! this one is so corny but i love it !! some lovely sero content for you this humble saturday, i hope you enjoy <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

this was so fucked up. 

everyone had warned sero about what he was doing. his playboy antics would soon catch up to him and soon he would be the one catching feelings — he had listened to his friends but he didn’t think it would be true. he wouldn’t be this fucking whipped for a girl who was bound to leave him by the end of the season.

of course, bakugou had been the voice of reason, but his reasoning was worth questioning since he had just flown half way across the country to get back together with his girlfriend. they were going to make it work this time. lucky them. 

but hanta isn’t in the same situation as any of his old high school friends — he’s been messing about with a sidekick from bakugou’s agency who was set to transfer to america right after summer ended. doing things he shouldn’t have been doing, fucking you in places where he shouldn’t have, catching feelings when he shouldn’t have. at the start of this sneaky arrangement, the dark haired hero had told you that everything in the romantic sense was off limits.

no love, no lips, no strings. 

unfortunately for him, he can’t seem to get enough of you. he’s been trying so hard not to fall in love, but every time you kiss it’s like you’re healing all of his wounds and filling him up with life. sero first noticed it was bad when he caught himself avoiding flirting with other people, ignoring subtle invitations back to their place all in respect for your feelings. since when did hanta sero care about not hurting you? since when did he like you enough to always have you on his mind?

he would call it off as soon as the leaves turned. at least that’s what he’d promised himself — no more favours, he would act like your summer romance never even existed…but sero finds himself warming up the idea of holding you close through summer nights, growing excited at the feeling of your head against his chest so you could hear his dull heart beat.

it’s disgusting how fast his mind had changed about you, a sickly sweet and syrupy feeling coursing through the hero’s veins and clogging the arteries that led to heart just from you looking at him. like right now. your big doe eyes trained on hanta as you throw his shirt over your naked body. you’re giggling awkwardly, revelling im the brush of his sweat slicked skin against you own after the pair of you had fucked around and gotten a little messy in the backseat of his car.

he would never let this happen if it were anybody else, but you just had to be different.

“you’re staring, han,” you coo, teasing him. mocking him. as if you know how whipped he is for you. from your place, bare between the thighs in his lap, you lean forward and let your lips connect in a slow and sensual kiss — hanta lets you guide the motion and settles his calloused hands on the curve of your waist, chasing your sweet taste and your softness as he tries to cherish the moment knowing that this won’t last forever. “you good?” 

the way you breathe against sero’s open mouth drives him fucking insane — like a drug with a high so worth it he doesn’t mind if the crash kills him. “s’nothin’ princess,” he can’t help but lie, keeping his voice even. who would he be if he admitted that that he wanted more than this summer situationship he was putting himself through just for the sake of being with you. “don’t you worry your pretty little head.” 

he gives your waist a reassuring squeeze, but it does nothing to soothe the pout on your face. “hanta, we’ve been doing this long enough for me to tell when something’s bothering you,” looking away from his obsidian eyes, you trace a random pattern against the black ink  tattoo on his right shoulder, colouring outside of the lines. “you can be honest with me.” 

sero so wishes that he could be. however there’s some sort of innate barrier in his mind that stops him from admitting his truth to you. telling you how he feels won’t stop you from going across the globe to live out your fullest potential as a hero and everyone knows that long distance doesn’t work. it would never work with hanta, you probably wouldn’t be able to trust him enough… not with his past fuckboy reputation. 

“i promise it’s not worth worrying about, gorgeous.” he boops your nose, heart siezing in his chest when your face scrunches adorably at the contact. “once summer ends and you’re on the way to the states, you won’t need to stress over me, kay?” 

a quiet fills the car once sero finishes speaking, and panic takes a hold of his battling emotions. did he let slip what the real problem was? 

“you want to end this, don’t you?” your lips press into a thin line but you don’t make a move to pull away from him. the black haired hero blinks, his mind blanking. it’s now or never. “god! how could i be so stupid. to think i was going to stay here for you! i should have never gotten myself involved with you, bakugou warned me about this. he said as soon as i caught feelings it would be over and you would never feel the same—“ your mouth runs a mile a minute, all of your thoughts coming out as a whiny blur. 

it takes sero a moment to realise, but his brain catches one detail throughout your ramble — nestled between your hiccups for breath and the sound of cicadas in the bushes outside of his car. firmly, he grips your wrists before you can pull off of him — guilt settling his features when he notices the tears beginning to brew in your pretty eyes. 

“what?” you snap, voice wobbling. “let go of me hanta.” 

“no!” he snaps back. “look at me, princess.” 

“get off!” 

“just give me a second!”

both of your chests are heaving, your eyes wide and wet — and sero can’t believe how fucking beautiful you look even when teary eyed. even when it’s because of him. “just, let’s wait a minute. let me talk, okay?” once you give sero the okay and stop withdrawing from him, he pulls you to lay on his chest (just like he’s done many times before) so that you can hear just how fast his heart is racing for you. “princess,” he begins, brushing a hand down your spine to make you shiver and curl into him some more. “i’ve never been good at this feelings thing… i’ve never even been in a proper relationship b’fore…”

“is this supposed to be making me feel better, han?” 

the dark haired hero rolls his eyes despite the flustered expression that settles on his features. “aye, didn’t i ask you to let me finish?” sero half-heartedly scolds you, covering his face in embarrassment while his fingers curl in his bangs in frustration. he peeks one midnight black eye open at you once you quiet down. “good girl.” 

you pinch his nipple in response. “watch it.” 

“alright, alright, sorry princess,” inhaling deep, sero takes the plunge. “i’ve never been in a proper relationship, before you?” his lean shoulders raise, indicating how hard he’s trying. “like…this past summer, you’ve made me feel happy in ways i didn’t even know were possible. i wake up in the mornings ‘n i’m thinking of you. going by to bed it’s the same…and I can’t even explain the way i feel when i get to see you.” 

hanta feels your gaze on him, yet instead of clamming up, he swallows his pride and pushes forward. “when…when you leave; i feel like it’s going to kill me. and this isn’t me asking you to stay, princess. it’s me tellin’ you that i broke every rule i had in place for you. i think…i think that i love you.” 

a burning sensation pricks at the tips of sero’s ears as a blush spread over his body and you remain quiet. giving your hips a squeeze, he dares to look up and meet your soft stare. 

“say somethin’, princess.” 

“you love me?” when you finally snap out of your reverie, stunned into silence by your fuck buddy’s speech, you somehow manage to croak the words out shyly. sero nods once.

seconds later, a shining smile breaks out on your face — practically illuminating the back of sero’s car. “yeah. yeah i love you…” he mumbles, tipping his head up towards yours as he brushes a calloused thumb over your slightly chapped bottom lip. “i know we said no love but… i really want to…” 

“kiss me, hanta.” comes your soft command and he wastes no time in doing what he’s told — lurching forward to capture your hot mouth in a slow, calculated kiss. hanta sero pours every feeling he can’t seem to say out loud into you, hoping that you’re able to grasp how much he’s fallen for you. 

panting and with burning lungs, you pull away from one another when the need for air becomes way too much. “if you couldn’t already tell by that kiss, i love you too hanta.” you say, pressing your forehead against his, grimacing playfully at the feeling of his sweaty bangs against your sticky skin. 

“i’d fuckin’ hope so,” sero beams, grabbing your chin to get another taste. “‘m gonna miss you when you leave me.” 

“i’ll miss you more,” you breathe back, cupping his face. “we’ll figure this out.” 

“right. we’ll figure it out together.”  hanta agrees, opting to live in the moment with you instead of dwelling on what’s to come. and even though he still thinks it’s fucked up that he tried and failed at not falling in love, he truly is grateful for the three months you’ve had together this summer — looking forward the to the many more you’ll have in the future.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[rxdidz]

Hey! I love your writing and was hoping if you could do sero having a crush on a fem reader with a bakugou like personality? Like she shows she's not interested and couldn't care less about his flirtatious remarks, but he sees right through her and just keeps going, not caring about her attitude, eventually winning her over

★ — sero x gf with bakugou like personality!!

sero hanta x fem! reader // headcanons

doesn’t care about your attitude and hot headedness at all he’s still being annoying and flirting with u all he can

teases you just because he thinks you’re cute when mad, does he want to die? idk 🙁

y’all aren’t even dating yet hello

yet he’s still acting like you are

“hi pretty ;)”

“shut up.”

winks at you if he catches you looking at him in class (this man is so fine 🙁)

always leaning on your shoulder or even head if you’re short. and your always pushing him off.

was way too nervous to straight up tell you he wanted you to be his gf so instead he kept hinting and flirting at u so you’d eventually WANT to date him 😭

and you did 🤷‍♀️

you asked him out at lunch and you were actually blushing and looked nervous which was such a surprise

wow!!! he finds out he prefers u flustered more than pissed off 😻

when you date he’s still the same of course

‘ooh you wanna kiss me so bad’ bf n angry flustered gf !! ong fr 🥶🙏🏽

tells people that you’re actually really nice but ppl don’t believe him.

like you are.. but.. kinda only to him and some of you’re friends.

likes that no guys hit on you because you’ll just end up cussing them out

now he won’t be jealous woo!!

calls you cute and pretty and you don’t mind it anymore, i guess. (you love it.)

such a gentleman fr

LOVES dates with you, especially at night.

like please go to a arcade with him and beat him in a shooting game he loves it

then gloat about it afterwards 🤗

gives you cute gifts and your always covering your face and giggling about it.

he doesn’t mind his hot headed gf okay he loves u

[a-guy-named-axel]

~How I think characters would react to walking in on you changing~

Midoriya:

•completely flustered

•bro is a simp for you so he was absolutely fanboying behind the door after he left

•but he's a gentleman so he wouldn't let you see the 'simp' side of him

•poor lad cannot get the moment out of his head

sero:

•he was prob high when he walked in

•then he realized you were changing

•he just fucking smirks and goes 'damn.. Nice.'

•he offers to help you get dressed

•if you say no then he'll walk out and give you privacy

•if you say yes then he'll simply helps you get dressed

That's it for now since I have no motivation.

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴄs.

[emmyrosee]

BABY WHATS HAS BEEN BOTHERING YOU??? DO I HAVE TO BEAT ANYONE UP?

ALSO THANK UOU OH MY GOD IM IN LOVE WITH SERO. if you feel up to it would you write a little Drabble on roommate/best friend! Sero x reader where they are literally such close friends but sero is a RELENTLESS tease (bc I fucking live for teasing). Maybe also if you wanted to add some bits in there with a whole bunch of cuddling & the reader being super affectionate w Sero? Just some good ol’ banter and fluff<3I hope you’re feeling better my love, I’m wishing you all the best❤️❤️ -pip anon

LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH LOVE FOR TEASY!SERO MATE

Also this is a fookin novel I’m so SORRY-

A/N hiya! Future Emmy here! So. This is REAAAAAALLY long because I have no self control. Grab some popcorn and a drink because goOD GOD- also not so much a drabble as like. A series of how I think ish went but pLEASE feel free to send me more 🥲

It was just after college, me thinks, when you moved in together. He was a cousin of a friend of a friend who needed a roommate, and you were the broke student who also needed a roommate.

He honestly was amazed you two clicked at all, you didn’t seem like the kinda person who would be into his teasing ways and banter, but you had this knack for it, you were able to fire back almost any garbage tease and flirt he’d throw your way.

So much so that… it almost becomes natural.

He’s not sure when you started to laugh in place of snapping back at his flirts. He’s not sure when you started making plans for the two of them, rather than just the one.

He does, however, know when you started to cuddle him. It was like, three in the morning, you two had been binging whatever sillyass show Denki told him to watch, and at some point, you knocked out.

Sero only knew that you had, when you’d nuzzled into his shoulder and a line of drool fell from your lips and onto his hand. He wrapped his arm around you and the way you curled into him just… it felt so sweet. He didn’t think anything of it, though.

Until you did it again. This time, in his bed, when you’d watched too many documentaries about those damned serial killers- look, he gets that they’re addicting, but come on, at night?- and you were terrified to go to sleep.

So, you crept into his bed, gently nudging him and asking if he could hold you, which had him blinking in confusion. You felt that safe with him?

He smirks, “little baby too scared of the dark?”

“Shut up, you’re scared of clowns.”

He snorts, “alright. Shut up and come here.” He opened one of his arms and immediately, you were out like a light, once again drooling slightly on his chest when you kept your mouth open too long.

And it really, really became a thing. You stopped asking to crawl into his bed, you just kind of. Did, because it was comfier and warmer, and he was a great cuddler he didn’t seem to mind it, so you just took the matters into your own hands and climb in.

Even on couches, flopping on top of him and burrowing into his chest, to which he instinctively wraps his long arms around you.

“Y’know,” he mumbles, fingers scratching your scalp, “if I wanted something stinky to lay on my chest, I’d get a damn cat.”

“You love me and you know it.”

Sure enough, as payback for throwing that four letter word into the apartment space, he started flopping down on you, making you groan and wheeze with laughter every time. He started coming into your space and shoving his cold hands under your shirt to make you scream- even worse when he shoves his feet down the back of your sweats, fucking menace- because why did you have to throw out that word? That word should be banished from your home space, saged away like a demon, kept locked in a basement far, far away.

But he doesn’t say all of that. Because you’re right, and he’s almost positive you feel the same way, because for as much as he leans in to kiss your head, you lean up to peck his lips.

He’s laying down on his stomach, you come over to bite at his ticklish neck.

He turns over in his sleep, you instantly toss your arms around him to spoon him right back.

He’s got feelings for you, and you don’t really hide yours from him.

But but bUT BECAUSE HE doesn’t know what to call… whatever it is you’re doing, so he’s also like. Uber protective over your friendship and the labels of whatever dynamic you share. The first time he had his friends over after you moved in with him, you tried your best to keep out of their way, wanting him to have his time with his friends outside of you.

And from your bedroom, you hear them cheering and yelling at whatever sport they’d put on the screen, the cracking of soda’s and the dings of the oven rang through your small apartment. You can only smirk and shake your head when it’s all silent and suddenly, a roar of laughter can be heard from the living room.

Your phone vibrates at some points or another, and it’s all from Sero, checking in and asking begging you if you would like to come out.

Slum Lord 🧡 you sure you don’t wanna come out for some munchies?

you don’t have to stay long, promise

i know your dumbass didn’t take any food in your cave when you went in 🙄

the boys don’t bite

ok MAYBE denks bit midoriya once, but he shouldn’t have had his fingers there.

he knew better smh

SENT oh my god wILL YOU SHUT UP IF I DO?

Slum Lord 🧡 no, but I think it’s funny you thought it would :)

And, even if it’s just to appease him, you roll your eyes and push yourself out of bed- sweatpants and bed head and all- and shuffle out to meet them before shambling back to bed to leave them be. But there’s no way to hide the smile that spreads on your cheeks when instantly at hearing your door open, Sero’s head tips back against the couch to look at you, a teasy smirk on his cheeks.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he says, chuckling. “Good to see you got all pretty for my friends.”

“I already pay you to live here,” you snort, making your way to the kitchen. “I don’t have to look presentable anymore.”

“That’s fair.” He quickly introduces all his friends who honestly look… bewildered. Not necessarily because you were disheveled, but because of the way Sero just… looks at you.

As soon as you were in the kitchen, he hops up on his feet to meet you in there, his arms tossing around your waist while you heat up one of the pieces of pizza, “you wanna hang out, watch the rest of the game with us? Quarter and a half left, if you wanted to.”

“It’s alright,” you hum back. Your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, “you have fun with your friends. You know where I’ll be.”

“Fine,” Sero grumbles. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something his friends can’t hear.

“You were little spoon last night!” You whine.

And still, from the living room, all his friends do is just. Watch. Bakugou tries to peel his gaze from the scene every once in a while, Todoroki blushing furiously because it’s weirdly intimate banter for roommates in a kitchen, but for the most part, they stay silent and just observe the dynamic. It’s almost like the shouldn’t be there, but it’s like a car crash, they can’t look away even if they should.

The way Sero sways subtly with you to pass the time of your cooking pizza, the squeak you let out when he nips at your ear, the way he’s got you encased in his grip like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

It’s not how roommates act at all, they think.

But it’s most definitely how a couple acts.

Especially when the interaction ends with a soft kiss on your head before you pad back into your bedroom, the group comes down to two conclusions:

Sero is hiding your relationship status, or you’re both too dumb to see the sparks practically flying.

And if they want answers, they better start poking.

“So,” Denki sings, grinning knowingly at his friend once he sits back down. “You never told me your roomie was so cute.”

Sero’s eyes immediately shot over to the blonde in a form of a glare, but he shifted in his seat to try and stay comfortable. “Didn’t think it would be important information. That’s not why I gave them the room, anyways.” His arms cross over the back of his head as he leans back, eager to stop this conversation. “And don’t call them cute. That ego of theirs is too fuckin’ big already.”

“That why you hid them away for so long?” Bakugou pokes, smirking. From the floor, Mina and Midoriya chuckle, and Sero glares at them with everything he has to make them shut up.

Not that it works, but it was a good effort.

“I didn’t ‘hide’ anyone,” he scoffs. “You dickheads just never come over. Could’ve met ‘em months ago.”

Unconvinced, Denki hums and takes a sip of his drink; he’s always been able to read Sero like a book- he wasn’t fooling him any time soon.

Todoroki leaned back in his seat, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “But, in that case… you are implying that you do find them cute, yeah?”

Sero popped one of his eyes back open; he eyed his friends for a moment, but deciding to keep any form of illusion still alive, he shrugs and lets a wide grin ease over his cheeks.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

[mirukosbitchywife]

mina ashido, tenya iida, kyoka jirou, sero hanta, and momo yaoyorozu x reader obsessed with jjba!

part one to a four part series!

i loved this request! i really love jjba as well so this was fun to do! i hope you enjoy it! some of these were harder than others

mina ashido:

•mina definitely watched the anime up to stone ocean. probably reads the manga too. favorite jojo is jolyne and favorite jobro is okuyasu/foo fighters

•she cosplays from it, especially the pink characters like reimi sugimoto, trish una, and yasuho hirose

•still.. when she sees your obsession she's like Wow. not in a bad way tho. very supportive of it, loves seeing you so passionate about something, but is a little shocked by how much merchandise you have. absolutely will compare you to izuku. not so secretly actually loves your little trinkets and such.

•will do jojo poses with you for pictures, tiktoks, literally whenever you two see each other. very fun

•buys you lots of little things related to ur favorite characters 🥺 like those necklaces, stickers, keychains, plushies, anything. even if you have something similar she will still get you something if you don't have it

tenya iida:

•i really went back and forth on this but i'm going to settle on he has not watched it and does not know what it is.

•will watch it with you if you ask. is absolutely flabbergasted by what's going on. it's nothing like he expected. his favorite jojo tho is jonathan and favorite jobro is probably kakyoin

•is also probably a bit surprised by your collection of merch but doesn't say anything. is very supportive of your hobby as long as it doesn't interfere with your work.

•will complain if you do jojo poses for important pictures but otherwise doesn't mind, you might even be able to convince him to do some of them with you

•might not really understand the whole simping for characters thing but is cool about it. will also buy you things related to your favorite characters just to see you light up

kyoka jirou:

•for sure watches jjba. horror anime lover for sure, is really into the magic stuff. favorite jojo is jolyne, favorite jobro is maybe naracia?

•absolutely loves the music reference, may or may not be what drew her to the series, has a whole playlist full of songs/bands that have been referenced in it

•is impressed by your collection of merch. has no room to talk bc i just know she hoards instruments and music stuff in her room. likes looking through all the stuff you have

•could mayhaps be convinced to jojo pose with you if she gets to pick the pose. otherwise doesn't mind you jojo posing in pictures really, it makes her smile

•she would probably make playlist inspired by ur fav characters/maybe even make a song inspired by them for you if you'd enjoy that. if not will totally get you other themed stuff, will also send you memes of your fav characters

sero hanta:

•knows what jjba is, currently is reading the manga, is probably rlly far into it too like part 7 or 8. fav jojo is maybe josuke? probably finds him relatable. fav jobro is okuyasu or mista/naracia (they come as a two pack btw)

•might also have some merch in his room, like manga and posters and stuff, but not nearly as much as you have. doesn't react at all to your collection, nothing can surprise him with the friends he has. gives you lots of compliments on the things you have.

•will ABSOLUTELY ask to borrow ur manga volumes and takes very good care of them. might even ask you to read them together 🥺

•finds it really fun that you always do jojo poses, will start doing them without you without being asked. will photobomb ur pictures of u doing the poses too

•will absolutely send you memes of your favorite characters to make you squeal in happiness!! also sends you any fanart he sees, might even commission your favorite character to be drawn/painted for you

momo yaoyorozu:

•does NOT know what jojos bizarre adventures is whatsoever. never heard of it once. probably hasn't seen many shows in general. favorite jojo would be jonathan and her favorite jobro(or jomom ig) would be lisa lisa

•will watch it with you if you ask but is genuinely SHOCKED with everything that happens. is so confused when the murder and magic stuff starts. out of all the thing she expected from the title it was not this

•doesn't really understand why you do jojo poses in pictures but doesn't mind it, will do one with you but it would have to be a simple one and you'd have to show her how to do it

•will not make you merch for it(can actually in fact be convinced if it's something you realllyyyy want and nothing exists of it specifically. plus the puppy dog eyes. it was really the puppy dog eyes.)

•absolutely buys you so much jojos merch. insane amounts. any holiday or birthday you get everything you could ever want and then some. she's got money to burn

[blushinggray]

change of plans: part 10

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 10/12 (part 9 | part 1)

amor tonight

cw // nsfw; flirting, desk sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, slight(?) daddy kink, just some really nasty smut but also ardent love making, porn with feelings (x3)

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You're amazed that Yaoyorozu thought ahead to contact the city's taxi headquarters and spread the word for all the local cabbies to be prepared to pick up passengers near her property for tonight. Because just outside of the gate to her estate was a line of taxis waiting to drive inebriated partygoers home, like this is a central train station or something.

There was a short line of people that one of Yaoyorozu's manor staff was guiding and grouping for each car, but you and Sero didn't have to wait long to get one. He held the door for you to step in first, so you gave the driver the neighborhood of your apartment as a destination.

"Are we going to your place tonight?" Sero had asked, looking surprised.

"Yeah, I think it's closer to here. And my roommate's over at her boyfriend's place tonight." You had explained, "That okay with you? I know you said your flight is tomorrow."

"No, that's totally cool with me." He grinned excitedly before scooting closer to you in the backseat, "Let's go."

The trip felt long, for obvious (horny) reasons, but now that you're finally in front of your own apartment door, you're a little nervous. You're reviewing every space you have or haven't cleaned in your head as you unlock the door and let Sero in.

It's not as big as his place, since he and Todoroki have a rather roomy living area and kitchen, but your bedrooms are pretty similar in size. You lead him straight there after getting your shoes off to place your bag down.

"Did you, uhm..." You turn to see Sero looking all over your room, scanning and studying all the details that he can before turning to you, "Did you wanna shower first or anything?"

He lets his eyes glance you over from head to toe before stepping forward into your space with a cheeky smile on.

"You know, normally, I'd say yes." He says, putting his hands on your thighs to slowly slide them up beneath your skirt, "But I wanna see you in this outfit for a little longer."

"Do you, now." You scoff through your nose with a smile, "What do you like so much about it?"

Sero lets out a noise of amusement, paired with an expression that tells you he could go on for a while listing everything. Then he backs you into your desk so he can lift you by the thighs to sit on top of it, quickly filling up the space between your parted legs.

"Well, first of all, you just look so fucking good in a skirt." He praises, looking down at said skirt as he rubs his hands around your thighs, watching the pleated fabric follow his general motions. "Couldn't tell you how crazy you drove me with just one dance in that."

A giggle bubbles out of your mouth before you can stop it, because while you were focusing on your mistletoe scheme at the time, you did, in fact, still feel Sero's eyes magnetized downwards whenever you swayed your hips against him. You almost wish you had stayed for a few more songs, just to enjoy his reaction.

"And also," he leans in to tease a kiss, only brushing his nose with yours, "You do look really damn cute in that beret. Like you belong at a table outside a cute, little French cafe. Mon petit chou."

You let out a laugh as he whispers that little pet name against your cheek, incidentally leaning into him and pressing yourself into his lips as you hug him.

"Oui? Merci, ma puce." You joke back, looking up at him with playful, but fond eyes before placing a quick peck on his cheek in return.

He chuckles with you, exchanging a few more affectionate kisses before he inevitably asks you, "What did you just call me?"

"'My flea.'" You answer.

"'Flea'?" He gasps jokingly, attacking you with another kiss to your neck just below your jaw, "How mean."

"You literally just called me a cabbage." You chuckle.

"I thought 'mon petit chou' was just a cute nickname. Yaomomo told me that people don't actually mean it as 'cabbage.'" He pulls away with a slight pout.

"I know, I'm just messing with you." You smile, pulling the edges of his beanie down to cover his eyes before you leave a kiss on his nose, "It's the same with 'ma puce.' Unless you don't wanna be my little flea?"

Sero drags out a long hum as he leans in for another kiss to your lips, even though his eyes are still covered. "I suppose it could be worse." he says when he pulls away.

While you're laughing, he pulls the beanie off his head completely to toss on your desk, followed by his puffy jacket. But he soon shuts you up when he leans back in to kiss you for a while longer this time. His big hands gently squeeze at your hips as his lips work yours open.

Wrapping your arms around his neck once more, you hold him close as you kiss back, moving in tandem as he leads you in yet another dance. You sway and pull and push one another, and he builds on the rhythm with a dip or even a twirl of his tongue. On occasion, you try to surprise him back, with a small nip on his lower lip or a slow lick along his lip ring.

The playful mood you were just enjoying together soon thickens into something darker, heavier, wetter. Eventually, it becomes harder to breathe, as you're panting for air every time your lips are freed. But neither you nor Sero seem to want to be apart for long, since the short breaths apart only seem to magnetize you back together like opposite charges.

You moan against him when his hands climb up your sides, squeezing and massaging you on the way up to your chest, untucking your sweater from your skirt in the process. Which creates an opening for him to slip his hands underneath to get to your breasts and knead them under your bra.

God, his hands are so big. You kind of love how they feel like they just cover the entire surface of your tits. And the way he pinches at your nipples every so often has you pulling away from his mouth to throw your head back.

You let out a whiny noise whenever Sero’s fingers pinch a little shock of pleasure from your chest into your core. He hums in return before migrating to your neck to suck and tattoo kisses into your skin instead. While he's never been shy about kissing, he's always been been a bit more conservative with leaving marks, usually only leaving one or two in more coverable areas like between your thighs or on your hips.

But you suppose that's changed tonight because he is not being shy above the collar, and the mix of sensational pleasure with the slightly possessive gesture builds a wetness inside you. You can already feel it starting to leak out a bit, and you're not sure how long your little thong can soak it up.

Between the kisses and touches, you can’t keep quiet or still as you start moaning and grinding against him, your beret inevitably falling off at some point. Which actually gives your head a little ventilation from all the heat building up inside your body. Being pressed against and wrapped around Sero is getting a little hot for comfort, so you take the opportunity to push him away for a moment to get your necklace and sweater off, too.

You want to take your bra off as well, but the look on Sero's face stops you as he just stares and admires the color coordination between your bra and skirt. They're almost the same shade of red, so in the warm lamp lighting of your room, you're sure that it's a cute little ensemble for his hooded eyes.

"What's the matter?" You ask with a smile, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, "Do you want me to take it off? Keep it on?" You offer.

Sero lets out a shudder of a breath as he leans into your hand, eyes getting foggier by the second. He slips his hands high enough up your skirt to skim at the band of your underwear, before asking, "Does this match too?"

You only give him a little one-shoulder shrug, "Why don't you check for yourself?"

You take your hand back to place them both on the desk in order to you scoot your ass just a bit closer to the edge and lean your upper back against the wall. Sero takes your signal in stride and smoothly pushes your skirt up to fan out across your stomach and hips. Your tights are a sheer black, so it's still a bit tough to see through them.

"Hope you're not too attached to these," Sero mutters quickly before tugging at the fabric to rip your tights apart at the crotch, making you gasp in surprise and pulse in excitement.

The little red triangle of fabric of your panties and most of your inner, upper thighs are exposed to him, and Sero sucks in a deep breath again before sinking to his knees. He moves quickly, shelving your thighs onto his shoulders so he can dig his nose straight into the middle of your cunt, taking a deep whiff and long lick up your panties.

You squeal at the semi-dulled sensation, the fabric of your thong thick enough to block the flat of his tongue but still cut small enough to for him to make direct contact at the edges. It's such a teasing sensation that automatically makes your hips jut forward into his face for more.

"Ughhh, baby, you're already wet." He groans into your pussy, wedging the fabric of your thong into your slit with the tip of his tongue, "So wet and sweet. Just for me, right?"

"All for you, papi." You promise breathlessly, not even realizing what you said until it's already out.

You have no idea where that came from. You've never used that kind of term with him before, so you have idea how he's going to react to it. If he's going to laugh or cringe at you, or worst of all, stop what he's doing to you.

For a moment, he does pause, his tongue freezing as he looks up at you. But it doesn't take long for you to recognize the helpless, desperate arousal and eye-rolling lust in his eyes before he moans, long and loud, cursing out straight into your pussy as he hugs your thighs closer to him, like he's begging you to suffocate him with them.

"Fuuuck, baby, I— mnh!" He interrupts his own thought to reach up and around the top of your thigh to tug the string of your thong aside. Then he drops the thought altogether as he goes to work on you, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside you like he has something to prove. Like he owes it to you or something.

"Agh! Sero— ah! Oh my god..." You whine out, sounding more and more desperate by the second, anchoring your thighs around his neck and shoulders so you can buck into his face and get more of that long, powerful, and skilled tongue inside you. Deeper inside of you.

Deeper, deeper.

You want him so deep inside you that he tickles at your throat from this end. So deep inside that he can stir your guts around like a whisk. You want him, you want to come. You want to come so bad. So bad.

Sero hums and the vibrations go straight into your core, practically making you sing as he starts to thumb at your clit right after. Your hips come off the desk as you chase your orgasm into his mouth, only your upper back against the wall and your thighs on Sero's shoulders holding you up.

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Agh!" You cry out as he laps at your walls and brings you closer. Until you practically slam the back of your head against the wall as you reach your peak.

Sero keeps his tongue inside you until your walls stop fluttering around it and your ass falls back onto your desk. Then he takes his time to slurp up everything that came out of you, cleaning off your pussy and thighs until you're sparkling.

"Fuck baby, you're so hot." He rumbles as he comes to his feet, leaning his forearms on the desk to meet you in a wet kiss that tastes like you, "But damn. That’s quite the weapon you’ve discovered."

“What? You mean ‘papi’?” You giggle as he groans at the mention of it and starts peppering kisses over your face, "You liked it that much?”

“Well, if you call me that again while you look this fucking sexy, then I can’t pretend like it doesn’t have an effect on me, you know?” He says, proving it to you by standing to press his tented pants against your bare cunt.

You hum as you reach over to give the fat bulge a little rub with your hand, “Well, you sure didn’t react this way when I called you ‘ma puce.’”

He snorts at your little joke before leaning down again to kiss your jaw, then he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, "I like both. Just be careful about when you use each one. I don’t know that I won’t go a little crazy if you ever used papi on me in public."

For some reason, you can't bite down the smile crawling up your face. You like this. You like finding new weak spots and turn-ons for Sero, and knowing that you can use them again in the future. You like the idea that you can freely and openly gather and save all this information, and know that he'll let you use it on him again.

Because you're going to be together to have that chance to do all of this again. Because you don't have to set limits on your time or your heart with him anymore. You can enjoy him and all the new things you learn about him to your heart's content. And honestly, that turns you on just as much as any words he could say or any pleasure he could give you.

So with this newfound confidence, you bring your feet up to plant your heels on the desk, using your hands to hold onto your ankles to keep yourself spread wide for him to see. You, in your disheveled red skirt and bra, red panties soaked and pushed to the side against one thigh, and a gaping hole in your tights that's ripped even wider after stretching them through your first orgasm tonight. You can't even begin to imagine what you look like in front of him.

"I'll be careful." You promise.

"Fucking god," he sighs heavily, briefly closing his eyes as if to find some patience within himself, "Fuck, I wanna take a picture so bad right now. Like I need to— to prove to myself that this is real..."

You hum, spreading yourself even wider, "Well, why don't you get inside me and see how real it feels?"

"My fucking god." Sero actually takes a step away, pacing along your room with his hands on his head, muttering to himself. And you just giggle from your desk as you watch him, struggling with himself as he yanks his sweatshirt and pants off.

Only his briefs and the silver chain around his neck remain when he positions himself back in front of you, putting his hands on your knees to keep you spread-eagled when he starts to grind his thick bulge against you. He’s still staring down at your body and face as he watches your bodies hump together, trying to attach to one another through the clothes. He’s watching, but his eyes get more and more clouded as he goes on.

Why is he teasing you like this? You’re more than ready for him, you’re already leaking out onto your thighs again and soaking into his briefs, for god’s sake! Can he please, please, please just— just bring it out and stuff it inside you? You want it. You want it more than anything right now.

“Take ‘em off. Please.” You beg, putting a hand on his navel to pause his hips, “Wanna feel you. Please. Inside me. Hurry, papi…”

His sharp gasp is the reaction you hoping for, but just to drive it home, you remove his hand from one of your legs so you lift it up and wrap your ankle around the back of his neck to gently tug him downward for a kiss. The stretch on your legs is a bit tough but Sero’s moaning surely means it’ll be worth it.

When he pulls back to stand upright again, the vision of your sheer black fabric-covered leg pressed against his paler skin while his hand keeps your other leg spread apart is quite the sight, even for you. You can only imagine how needy you must look to him.

“Goddammit…” he hisses, quickly pushing down and kicking away those annoying briefs before lining the bottom of his thick, heavy shaft against your slit, “I’m powerless against you.” He says with a pleasantly defeated smile and a kiss to your ankle and calf by his shoulder.

You're breathing hard as you watch him grip the base of his cock and drag the length of it up and down your soaking, swollen lips, bumping up past your clit several times to tease you further. It does feel a lot better than it did earlier with his briefs still on, but it's still just... not enough. You almost cry in protest when he pulls away to grab a condom from his discarded jeans on the floor.

You don't realize you're pouting as you watch him put it on until Sero playfully scolds you, "Don't give me that face, bella. I don't love it either."

Well if that's the case then why can't he just go without it... You're on birth control and if he hasn't slept with anyone else in a while...

Though it doesn't really matter now that he's got it on and has repositioned himself between your legs. He's even taken the liberty to lift both your legs up to rest against his chest, holding them there as he teases his cock along your slit again.

You expect him to start pushing inside soon, but instead, he pushes your legs together and stacks your ankles over one of his shoulders so that your thighs sandwich his cock. With one hand keeping your ankles crossed and his other arm hugging your thighs to his abdomen, he's made himself a little flesh toy to rub his dick into.

Your skin is wet with your own emission, so Sero's cock slides all too easily through your thighs to pop out between them and kiss your clit every time he pushes forward. It's so erotic, watching his thick, red cockhead pop out between your legs that are haphazardly covered in ripped black fabric, especially with that hopelessly soaked strand of red fabric that's bunched up into the crease of one of your thighs.

What a mess you must look like; barely propped up on your desk and your entire lower half kicked up in the air, entangled in Sero's arms. And your pussy, leaking and begging for a visitor that's just outside the door but won't come inside.

"Sero— Sero, please." You gasp as he continues to bump against your clit with his engorged tip. Even when there's already precum leaking into the tip of the condom. "Ughhhh, please. Put it in already. I want it so bad. I want it so bad!"

"Yeah? You want it, baby?" He answers your call with more teasing, smirking as he just thrusts faster between your thighs. "You want my cock inside your cute, little pussy? Can't wait any longer?"

"I can't—" You shake your head desperately, mouth going off with the momentum and just following his lead without really thinking about what you're saying anymore. "Can't wait anymore. Sero, hurry! Please, please..."

"God, fuck, you're so cute..." He lets out a groan before separating your legs to put one on each shoulder again.

It takes a little more whining from your end, but finally, finally he guides himself inside. The tip pushes through your lips and inner muscles like softened butter. It’s a long way in for his massive dick, but once he’s tucked in to the hilt, you both let out a collective sigh of relief. Sero goes as far as to close his eyes and tilt his head back, really savoring the first slide in like he usually likes to do.

You, on the other hand, need him to start moving now. Planting your forearms on your desk beneath you, and crossing your ankles together behind his neck to get a foothold, you lift your hips up to wiggle them against his. You shimmy and roll and squeeze around him to get more sweet friction, until eventually you're just fucking yourself on his cock in this position.

"Fucking shit... Holy fucking shit." Sero moans quietly as he watches you, hands just keeping your legs held up against his torso for support. He chews on his lip as he looks down at the spot where you're connected, where his cock keeps disappearing into your wet, glossy, little hole without any effort of his own — as if he's the one letting himself be used as a toy this time. “Fuck, just look at you, mami. You look so… so fucking slutty like this.”

You’re sure you do. But honestly, you are just way too strung up from all the teasing after that first orgasm that you don't even care how you must look now. Yeah, you're literally hanging off of him like tire swing on a tree and using his dick to make yourself come. You’re probably babbling out some stupidly embarrassing shit that you'll be ashamed of later. So what? He's here and yours for the taking, so you're going to take.

As much as you want. As much as he has.

"Ohhhh, fuck, daddy please I need this cock to destroy me." You whine into the ceiling as you throw your head back once you feel the peak approaching, "I want that stupid, fat cock to fuck and pound me blind. Gimme all your cum and just stuff me— stuff me until you wanna eat me whole."

At some point, Sero must give up his own restraint because you realize that he's meeting your hips with his own harsh, unforgiving thrusts. His hands are bruising your hips with his delicious grip as he holds you up and pounds into you, over and over, meeting all your feverish passion with his own.

"Fuck baby, you're so nasty. You really want all that? Huh?!" He growls with an extra powerful thrust that almost makes you crash into the wall behind you, "Need me to pump you up with all my cum until you're leaking from the ears, yeah? S'at whatcha want from me? Mm? Mmmnnhh..." He moans as he comes down for a sloppy kiss.

"Yes, yes! I want it! I want it, I want it, I wa— Ahhhh!" You keep chanting until you scream out through your peak.

You have no fucking clue what's taking over your body as this orgasm just swims through you, resonating into every tip of every limb and making you shake like Sero's cock pumped an earthquake straight into you.

Even through the blinding white pleasure, you feel your arms give out and your hands just start... clawing at everything. Your desk, your nearby chair, Sero's thighs, Sero's arms. You're not sure what you knock over or how your head isn't banging a hole into the wall behind you with how hard you're coming. Because fuuuuuckk.

Even when you're starting to calm down from this hard, rocking orgasm, your body is already thrumming and eager for another. Especially once Sero just scoops you up in his arms to hold up your entire body on his own, all to keep his cock wedged inside your pulsing walls while he brings you in for another kiss.

You at least find the strength to wrap your arms around his neck to melt into him as he sucks your sexual vitality out of your mouth like oxygen. He's completely taken over you, mind and body alike, claimed your pussy as his territory and is taking his time to break you in.

"God, querida, look at you." He fawns even when he pulls away from your mouth, "You gotta take a look at yourself. You need to see just how fucking sexy you look."

Sero makes a sound between a grunt and a growl as he sets you down on your feet and turns you around in a sweep so that you're face to face with your own full length mirror. And good god—

What a fucking mess.

Your skirt is wrinkled and askew, what's left of your tights are full of streaks of torn threads, one tit is spilling out of a bra cup since a strap fell off that shoulder, your messy hair falls over half of your face. And from what you can see of your face, your makeup looks like it's been smeared around with a wet tissue, but no technique.

It only gets worse when Sero wraps an arm around your abdomen to hold onto you from behind as he lifts one of your knees up high to show your pussy to the mirror. Your wet, swollen, needy mess of a pussy. That you can feel still throbbing even as he spreads you wide open to slip his cock right back inside from underneath.

"Ohhhh..." You let out a moan, but immediately look away from your reflection at the sight of your desperate, wanton expression. Is that really how you look when you're taking his cock?

Mouth open, eyes glowing, brows tilted up, tongue about to loll out...

It really is so slutty.

"Nuh uh, baby, eyes over here." Sero orders, bringing his hand up from your stomach to cup beneath your jaw and force you to look at yourself. Then he drags his hot tongue up your cheek before meeting your eyes in the mirror to whisper, "So fucking cute."

A shiver passes through your body at his gestures and words, making your eyes flutter closed and your pussy twitch around him, "S'cause you're so good..." you whimper out, giving him a more purposeful squeeze this time. “You’re so strong, and your cock is so good… I wish you’d fuck me every night, daddy.”

"God, you fucking vixen." He growls into your ear as he shakes your jaw in his hand until you open your eyes again. And when you do, you watch as his hand settles around your throat, and your own expression change with excitement as you feel him squeeze a bit.

With his hand on your throat, Sero's other hand that was holding up your knee now travels across the front of your body to clutch at your opposite side, keeping your leg held up by the crook of his elbow. Your own hands clutch to his forearms just to have something to hold onto as you feel him start to pump his cock back into your pussy.

Every time he's about to pick up speed, his hand tightens around your throat in warning. And every time it gets just a little harder to breathe, your cunt flutters in delight. Which Sero takes great delight in, judging by the proud smirk his face in the mirror.

"You fucking love that, don't you, bella? Hm? Love it when I choke you out." He chuckles victoriously, "And you love it when I'm rough on you. Don't think you can hide how wet you get whenever I throw you around. Your pussy's way too honest."

"Mnrgh!" You can only get out some noises of affirmation with his hand around your neck, which might be for the better. With your lust-addled brain right now, who knows how loudly you'd agree with him?

Because you do love it. You love it when he's hot and rough like this, humiliating you by forcing you to watch yourself come apart on his dick. You love how he fucks you so good that you get lost in your own desire and forget to hold your walls up.

You love how honest he makes you.

"God, just look at you. So fucking messed up over my cock. Bet that asshole Kaibara wishes he were me right now. " He says, putting on a more evil grin when he sees the surprise cross your face, "Yeah, I saw how he looked at you. I just know he'd fucking cry if he saw how good you look right now. 'Specially when he hears you say it's aaall for me."

You also love how honest you make him.

He's fucking you in the nastiest, most raw and exclusively intimate of ways right now, and he's still thinking about Kaibara. Because he just has to get that little detail in. To somehow prove to both of you that he deserves to be here.

It's pretty damn cute.

You'd laugh if you weren't being fucked like an animal and choked like a stress ball at the moment. Sero's strength is so fucking raw, keeping most of your weight held up while his hips just piston into you without pause to chase his own orgasm. Somehow you're always reminded about how strong he really is just as you start to forget.

When he starts faltering and grunting, "Come on, baby. Come with me. Want you to come with me. Let's come together." you bring one hand down to rub at your clit as he continues to pound into your guts.

"I'ma come— come with you!" You gasp when his hand loosens around your neck.

"That's right, baby. Wanna feel you come around me. You almost there?" He kisses your ear, then your cheek, "Can I come? I wanna come inside you so bad."

"Wait— wait, daddy... Just a little— mmh! Almost— almost— aghhh!" You whine out as you race towards your third orgasm of the evening, trying to time it so you really can come together with Sero.

"Fuck, angel. I'm gonna— m'gonna— ughhhhh..." He groans out as his harsh thrusting slows into longer pumps, with a few twitches in between.

"Yes!" You scream out not long after, walls dancing around Sero's cock in an excitable, squeezing hug as you come yet again. You're blinded by the familiar white pleasure as you throw your head back against his shoulder to cry out through your peak.

As you're coming down this time, you feel a deeply satisfying exhaustion that's similar to the endorphins that rush through you after a good workout. Like you've just sprinted through a marathon of orgasms to reach this finish line.

So you're only vaguely present as Sero releases your body and sets you down on the bed to help you take off your remaining clothes. And once you're as naked as he is, he lifts you up to lie your head properly on the pillow before he rests right on top of you, pouring another deeply moving kiss into your mouth.

Exhausted as you are, you find strength as you sink into the comfort of your bed and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. And you just continue to make out with him like that for a while.

You don't get the least bit tired of it, because he's just that good at keeping your attention. The way he smacks his lips against yours when he pulls away just enough to press against them once more, like he's starting up a new kiss all over again. The way he scrapes at your lip with his teeth or lets you tongue at his lip ring before taking the lead once more. The way he just puts so much ardor and affection into the way he holds your face as he kisses you. It all sends enough dopamine into your brain to give you an overdose.

Before long, you're both breathing fast and humping against one another again. But this time, it's less hurried. Much less desperate and manic than the pleasure you were chasing after earlier.

This time, it's like a long walk on a sunny day. You're matching each other's pace, taking slow steps, hand in hand. Sero kisses you like he's savoring your taste, as if you're made of some sort of finely aged wine. And when he lifts his head to look down into your eyes, you're hypnotized.

The way he looks at you like he's clouded by desire but still very clearly intent with his actions makes you dizzy. How does he just... look at you like that? Like you're some vision out of a fairy tale or a manifestation of a dream? It makes your heart race and your brain crazy.

Unlike all of the gross, dirty things you were both spewing out thoughtlessly earlier, there are barely any words exchanged between you this time. It seems like all of the words or messages you want to convey to one another are shared through touch. Through kiss. Through eye contact.

One of his hands slides down your arm until it tangles with and laces into your own fingers. You can feel the intimacy increase just by the way he grips and brings your joined hands up to rest by your head.

Your free hand is buried into the hair at the base of his neck, just wanting to feel him and keep him close even though you know he isn't going anywhere. It feels like you could both just do this for hours until you fall asleep, but eventually you let out a soft moan into the fragile atmosphere, "Sero..."

"[Name]..." he replies, resting his forehead against yours as he reaches down to press his newly hardened cock against your lower lips, "Can I... Can I put it in... without the condom?"

You have no idea when he had discarded the first one, but it's no wonder why it already feels so much better... The direct skin on skin contact is warm and sweet, thick and smooth. No thin layer of film keeping you from him, or him from you.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes." You whisper more and more hurriedly, pressing kisses up into his face as if to communicate your urgency, "Please. I wanna feel you. Completely."

"Ay querida..." He sighs into your mouth as he sinks into another kiss, slowly guiding his naked tip into your entrance, "Me vuelves loco..."

You drive me crazy.

"Mm... me, too." You mumble back against his lips as you feel him sink in deeper. And deeper. And deeper.

Until he finally settles completely inside of you. For some reason, you feel even fuller than you did earlier tonight. Maybe even more than you have all the times you've had sex before. It feels as if his presence reaches parts of your body beyond what he can physically touch. Like his own soul is soaking through your skin to fill every tip of your body from the inside with his presence, his affection, his passion. And he hasn’t even moved yet.

“Sero…” you sigh out, body about to start trembling from sensitivity. To pleasure and to him.

“Hanta.” He corrects, “Try that out for me, mami.”

“H-Hanta…” you obey, voice shaking as you feel him twitch inside your walls. “Hanta… how does it feel?”

Does he feel this too? This enveloping, bone deep connection happening between you? Are you still just too drunk off of all your cocktails and orgasms from tonight? Or does he feel what you’re feeling too?

He closes his hazy eyes with a sigh before he falls into you for another kiss. Long and sweet, thick like honey, smooth like wine, heavy as gravity. And when he finally pulls away, he speaks with pure veneration soaking through his voice, “Feels like magic, baby.”

He’s kissing you again by the time he starts moving his hips. Your skin just slides together like different moving waves, surfing along the motions of each other as you rock together. Both of your hands are now captured in his, resting by your head as he becomes your moon, pulling you into his gravity and ruling over your tide.

Your hips follow his ebb and flow as you wrap your legs around his waist, letting yourself get swept up in the current. He flows into you like he’s made of water, but touches you like he’s made of sparks. Your body tingles from the overload of stimulation, but connects so naturally to his that you wonder how you were ever meant to be apart.

“Se— Hanta!” You gasp, completely out of breath and sanity. All that fills you up is him. “Hanta, you’re so deep— You’re so, so… aghhh…!” Your whine drags out as he shifts his angle and hits you right there. Right where it hurts the best. “I love it. I love it so much! I love—”

You.

You almost say.

You almost say it, but he starts gliding against your clit and sending you right out of your mind. The slow, romantic build is finally approaching a crescendo, and you have no control over what happens to you anymore.

“You’re perfect, bella. So, so gorgeous.” He praises deep into your ear, his words making it straight to your heart, further winding up your core to spring back. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

It only takes a few more strokes and a few whispers of your name to get you to come around him. And you revel in the feeling of squeezing around his raw cock, your walls singing and licking at every inch of him as you’re kissed out of your right mind.

When Sero comes inside of you, you can feel your body temperature changing in mere seconds. Lowering in shivers as he spurts heavily into your cunt, then climbing another few degrees again as he twitches and kisses your pussy back.

Fucking shit, this is bad. This is so bad because it feels so damn good.

You love it. You love soaking up all the fruits of your laborious love making, and feeling saturated with Sero’s essence inside you.

Or in other words, you love being filled with his cum. Fuck, you love it. You’re absolutely high with euphoric delight at the feeling of his bare cock pumping you full of his cum, and knowing that you asked for it.

“You filled me up so good, papi…” You praise, using your new secret weapon in hopes of getting him up and twitching again.

“You really have no mercy, do you, baby?” He releases your hands to push your hair back out of your face before cupping it to give you another long, meaningful kiss.

Sero kisses you for a while, waiting until he softens enough to make the pull out as painless as possible. Which feels for naught because the incredible emptiness you feel when his body disconnects from yours is deep enough to leave even your bones feeling hollow.

But you suppose it’s for the better, because if you just kept going you probably wouldn’t be able to stop. The Sero-addicted parts of your brain just wouldn’t stop going off. So you appreciate the soothing balm of his skin as he brings your back against his front to settle your body down with cuddles.

He never seems to tire of the kissing though, because he leaves them lovingly along your shoulders as he rubs a hand down your arm and side and thigh. But even with the calming effect of his soft touch and unhurried presence, you can’t stop thinking about what you just felt. What you just went through, as an experience. Every moment and sensation is replaying in constant loops in your head, and you can’t bring yourself to understand how something like that just happened.

You want to ask him. You want to know if he felt something even remotely similar. If he was zoned in at the same intensity as you were.

Turning around to face him, you wrap your arm around his side and put your other hand on his muscular chest, looking up at him to say, “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that before. With anyone.”

His smile is effortless as he places a kiss on your forehead and asks, “You’ve never made love with anyone before?”

“Not like that.” You shake your head slightly, the fatigue setting in enough for you to omit the embarrassment.

He leans in for another kiss, this time to your lips, before admitting, “Me, neither.” Then he pulls you closer into a hug so that your face is fitted perfectly into his neck, “You are so special to me, querida. I’m so glad I get to stay with you like this tonight.”

You can only hum as you burrow yourself closer to Sero’s body, hiding your enormous grin into his neck as you reply, “Me, too.”

You're sure that tonight is going to stay with you for a long while, for better or for worse.

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After a few more rounds of passionate, mind-numbing sex, you and Sero inevitably conked out in your sex-soaked sheets for the rest of the night. But you still somehow managed to wake up in the morning — feeling refreshed — for a deep-cleansing shower before bringing him out to one of your favorite breakfast spots.

Sero walks into the cafe with you in last night’s clothes, while you’re dressed in a simple outfit with a bare face. He’s holding your hand the entire time as you step inside, order at the register, and find your table. As you're enjoying your breakfast croissants and coffee together, flirting and chatting about his upcoming trip and other things, a few familiar faces walk into the cafe to greet you.

"Sero! [Name]!" Hagakure bounds up to your table with her bright smile, Ojiro following just behind, "Good morning!"

"Morning." You both return the greeting.

Ojiro goes ahead to order for the both of them while Hagakure pulls up one of the neighboring tables to connect with yours and Sero's. You all end up gushing about all the funny or crazy things that happened the night before at Yaoyorozu's party until their orders arrive as well.

"Soooo~?" She eventually asks, rubbing against your shoulder with her own, "What's the sauce on this little breakfast date? Did it finally happen? Are you guys finally together?"

You let out a slightly nervous chuckle, since you knew this was coming. But since you and Sero only just agreed to all of this last night, should you be spreading the word already?

"We're just eating together after he spent the night." You circle around the question, "Since he's actually flying out this... afternoon?"

You look to Sero for confirmation, who just gives you a warm smile before easily sliding his hand across the table to rest on top of yours. Then he turns to his friends to properly answer, "We're together."

"Ah!! Yes!!" Hagakure cheers, smacking her boyfriend's arm in delight, "Finally! I'm so happy for you two!"

"Good for you guys." Ojiro congratulates you both with a smile as well, patting Sero's shoulder with a heavy palm, "Really happy for you, man."

"Thank goodness." Hagakure sighs heavily, "If it took any longer, we were afraid we'd have to really start intervening. Since Sero's been simping for like—"

"Thank you," Sero interrupts with a loud clearing of his throat. Then he aggressively moves on to another topic before you can inquire further.

The rest of breakfast basically consists of Hagakure begging for details about how it all went down, and how excited she is for the both of you. At some point, she starts throwing out double date ideas for the four of you, which sound fun, even though they're eventually shoo'ed away by Sero.

"I literally just got her to agree to go out with me. And I don't even get to see her for the next few weeks." He points out, "Let me have her to myself for a little while."

You exchange a small laugh for his soft smile before saying to Hagakure, "Maybe you can take me on a date until he gets back."

"I'm so up for the job!" She agrees before Sero jokingly protests about you already cheating on him.

The four of you finish up soon afterwards, but Hagakure brings out her phone to take a photo of the four of you with the front facing camera. "Say cheese!"

She sends it to you all immediately, and Sero looks down fondly at the photo as he pulls it up. You don't think much of it until you and he have parted ways with Hagakure and Ojiro and you're walking him to the train station.

"What's got you looking all goofy?" You ask when you notice his grin hasn't died down for a good few blocks.

"Nothing." He says, squeezing your hand in his, "Just thinking about how our photo collection is growing already."

“Our photo collection?”

“Yeah. Photos of us together.”

Oh. Right.

You suppose photos must mean a lot more to him than you originally thought, if he's already this happy about a simple group picture.

You did give him that polaroid of your mistletoe kiss as a sort of gesture for the start of your relationship, but you figured it'd be a one time special memento for that moment.

But if you really think about it, every photo can celebrate a moment. No matter how seemingly big or small.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why Sero enjoys photography. Because he enjoys capturing beautiful moments in life so he can celebrate them. As many times as he wants even after the fact.

"Do you want to take another one?" You offer.

"Can we?" He jumps on it immediately.

"Sure. I mean, if you're okay with my bare face."

"Your face is as beautiful as your soul, querida. So you'll always be pretty no matter what." He says, pulling you close to his side as he brings out his phone.

You're not even finished rolling your eyes at the line when you hear the shutter sound start to go off, but you quickly fall into his chest and hug around his waist to properly look at the camera. Though admittedly, you do still want to keep your face slightly hidden, so you just tuck yourself into his shoulder a bit and try to pull off some 'mysterious' look as he snaps a few more.

He laughs as you both hunch over to swipe through them, watching as your unamused, dismissive look morphs into an indignantly fond expression before becoming more visibly affectionate. Until it actually resembles something more of a proper photo of a couple.

They're not super flattering, but they're certainly honest. Something Sero will probably appreciate with his unique interpretation of his subjects.

"I love them." He confirms your suspicions, smiling fondly down at the pictures before turning to look at you, "All of them."

You tilt your chin up expectantly, waiting for a kiss, which he happily gives you before taking your hand to continue down the street again.

A small part of you wishes that this walk didn't have to end so soon, so that you could spend just a little longer with Sero before you have to let him go for the rest of the year. But another part of you knows you need some time to yourself; to bask and reflect and accept that all of this is reality now.

And you can actually give yourself the time apart now, because you know he'll come back to you. You no longer have to wonder or worry about when or how you’ll see him next, or limit your growing feelings for him, or hold back the things you want to share with him. Because it's finally mutual. Wholly and openly mutual.

Finally, your heart feels free.

—

tbc

part 11

[dabilove27]

Paring: Sero Hanta x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Word Count: 2.1 K

Warnings: All characters are depicted as 18+ established relationship, pet name usage (love, baby, good girl), soft smut, mention of weed usage, fingering, unprotected sex, praise

Summary: Just soft morning smut with your boyfriend

a/n: hello! This is just a small smutty idea that has been floating around in my head for a very underrated man! Thank you to @lady-lunaaa and @gixxie for supporting me and beta'ing this piece! Love y'all!

Early morning sunlight filtered through the window of your shared kitchen with Hanta. It was early on a Saturday morning, but not too early. The two of you had spent most of the night watching horror movies on the worn-out couch in your shared apartment. You were slotted between his long legs; as he played with the edge of your shirt, you watched Kreuger slash through pillows. He loved every jumpscare in the predictable movie because it repeatedly sent your ass back into him–a feeling he very much enjoyed.

But unfortunately for him, the late movie night meant you were too exhausted by the time it ended and crawled into bed immediately after your perfect ass had been pressed against him all evening. But Sero waited and bided his time; he knew he could make up for the lost time in the morning. Besides, things were much more fun when you were fully awake. 

♡♡♡♡

You were seated on the cool marble of your countertop, legs dangling right in front of the wooden cabinets. Your night shorts had ridden up dangerously high at the activity, and your full thighs were displayed for Sero's hungry eyes. He wasn't sure that he could even start breakfast without having a taste of you first.

Like a lazy cat stalking his prey, he smoothly made his way to you and snaked his hands around your middle. You flinched at the sudden contact, still in a sleepy haze, and giggled as you wrapped your legs around his lanky form. Sero clung tighter to you while he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You tried to ignore the flip in your stomach as his large hands massaged your skin. Your brain had focused solely on breakfast before he made his move on you.          

"Hanta, breakfast," you whined out as he began to pepper little kisses up your neck. You tried to gently shift him off you before things got too heated because then you'd be famished and cranky, but it was to no avail. You felt his wide smile on your neck, soft lips pressed into your skin. Your lower stomach fluttered at the tiny kisses. Sero knew precisely how to pull you under his spell, and he was doing exceptionally well this morning. 

You and Sero had always matched each other well, but he was much more laid back than you were. He didn't care who saw how much he enjoyed PDA, while you, on the other hand, were much more reserved. This led to him taking advantage of the privacy of your home to shower you in physical affection. Sero loved pulling your attention away from whatever had it and urged you to take multiple breaks. He was such a distraction, but definitely one you loved even though he had caused you to be late to work more than once. 

But despite your best efforts to stay focused on getting breakfast this morning, you found your mind wandering to Sero's large hands pressed onto your body. One laid heavy on your thigh, inching closer and closer to your core. His warm body pressed against your own–the heat from him counteracting the cool from the marble countertop. Your thoughts are filled with everything you loved to do with him.     

The hand that wasn't placed on your thigh had started moving slowly up and down your spine, sending shivers through you. As Sero's soft touches moved across your skin, you were zoned out, and your head swam in the clouds. 

Sero was quickly losing his patience, though, and his mind was very very far from breakfast. Boldness coursed through his veins as he licked a long, slow strip down your neck. 

You couldn’t stop the lustful sigh that escaped you at the motion. "Hanta, I need breakfast before we do this. I'll be so grouchy," you whined with a bit of pout. 

A deep chuckle rumbled through your boyfriend, goosebumps popped on your skin, and you swear you could hear the words in his mind about an alternative he could give you for breakfast. You took in a slow breath knowing there was no use in trying to dissuade him. Once he had you on his mind, it was impossible to try and change that. Naturally, your body leaned into Hanta's lean chest. 

"I promise I'll make you whatever you want for all your meals today, love," His husky voice was right by your ear. You lifted your head to meet his dark eyes. They were filled with lust, practically peeling off your clothes as they scanned your body.  

"You promise?" You asked, a pout still stuck on your lips. Sero placed a quick peck on your lips before he answered smoothly.

"Promise, whatever you want for the rest of the day," his grin widened, and you could see the excitement in his lustful eyes.

You couldn't stop yourself from pulling his lips back to yours; you swore he's like a drug you couldn’t quit. Even without the bribe for whatever you wanted, you would've caved to his luminous smile and eyes filled with anticipation. The kiss grew in intensity between the two of you. Your mouth opened to him, and your tongues met in a greedy dance. He tasted like the rich coffee he downed this morning, and it pulled you in deeper, drowning in him. Sero pressed his groin closer to your covered core and began gently rolling against you at a lazy pace. Heat flooded your body with each slow movement against you.  

You wanted more of him now is the only thought that occupied your mind as you lifted a hand to comb through Sero's dark hair. But he used this to his benefit to lower you on the marble countertop, and you found yourself caged in by his toned physique. A low chuckle came from Hanta as your hand skirted down to his gray sweatpants, where you toyed with the woven strings. "Oh baby, I thought you were so hungry," He quipped lightly at you as he watched the rise and fall of your chest with hungry eyes. 

You let out a little huff and then a low moan as Sero trailed soft kisses up your neck. "Hush it, Hanta," you pant out, attempting to keep your head above the arousal of hazy clouds that filled you.  

You felt his wide smile pressed against the base of your neck at your words; he also placed a warm kiss there, and a shiver ran through you. He was always such a tease, slowly pulling out each and every reaction from you. But it was only a matter of time until the lustful arousal would take over. 

Sero met your lips again with his, a hot and passionate kiss that kept you chasing after him. He patted your thigh, signaling you to lift up onto the counter. He removed the tiny night shorts and the little black thong underneath them. Sero coaxed you off the counter like a siren calling you home and maneuvered you to face the counter. 

Cold marble met your bare skin, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you. Your arms rest on the countertop; you leant forward and stuck your ass out to give Hanta a complete view of you; if he wanted to tease, you could tease right back. His patience was thin as you pressed your pert ass against his crotch.    

“You’re such a good girl,” his voice was low and heavy. 

Sero thought you were adorable when you were like this, wanting, waiting, needing him.  He looked forward to the little whines that would soon be escaping your pouty lips. He wished he never had to be apart from you, that the two of you could spend every lazy day tangled in bed high as a kite.

Another sway of your ass against him brought him back to this moment. Two long fingers were placed in his mouth and gathered some saliva on the digits. He then moved them between your waiting thighs. A shiver ran through you as his fingers gently probed the entrance of your wet heat. You were so tight it caused his blood to rush immediately to his groin. "You think you're ready for me, baby?"     

You gave him a coy nod, and after another moment, Sero slipped a long finger inside you and started gently thrusting in and out. Your plush insides clenched around his digit, begging him to never leave. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you spread your legs wider for him. Sero pressed hot open-mouth kisses along the back of your neck, leaving gentle bites while slipping another finger inside you. 

The stretch felt good, and you found your hands wrapped around the cool edges of the countertop. Sero's movements became faster inside you, and you couldn’t stop the little whines and mewls from tumbling out. 

The wet sounds of his fingers in your pussy filled the room along with both of your heavy breaths. All thoughts of breakfast are gone now. Your mind is filled with your boyfriend pleasuring your body. Sero was so intuned with every part of you now. He learned how to play your body until it broke below him repeatedly. And you trusted him fully to care for every aspect of you inside and outside the bedroom. 

Sero curled his fingers, brushing up against that spongy spot inside you. You let out a breathy whine at the action. Sero's arousal was pressed up against the back of your thigh, hot and burning through his sweatpants. It sent a thrill through you to know you could make him this hard and wanting by doing so little.

Sero added a fourth finger inside you; the initial sting of the stretch faded into a pleasurable dullness. He scissored his fingers, stretching you out as you found yourself rocking your hips back into him. The ache in his pants became unbearable; he had to have you. Sero removed his wet fingers as you let out a little whine at the feeling of emptiness. He pushed down his sweat pants just low enough to release his aching erection. You were incredibly worked up at this point; it was torture waiting for him; you couldn't stop begging and pleading with him to fill you up.

“Look at you so fucking ready for me,” he cooed sweetly as he watched you writhe beneath him.

A low chuckle escaped your boyfriend at your pleas. Sero spat in his large hand and used the mixture of your juices and his saliva to coat his dick and then lined up with your aching heat. The sensation of him slowly sinking into you overwhelmed your senses; the stretch was even more heavenly than his fingers. A low moan escaped you as you laid your arms crossed on the counter to place your head on them; standing there with him inside of you was driving you insane. But Sero wanted to take things slow with you, so he allowed you to adjust to his length and then started to make deliberate, soft thrusts into you. One of his large hands came down to caress the delicate skin of your hip. Strong and calloused, but it grounded you. Pleasure began to build up in your core. You could feel that coil that started to tighten inside of you.  

Sero released soft grunts of pleasure as he pushed himself flush against your back. The cool marble met your stomach, and you were caught between his warm body and the stark cold. The battling temperatures took you to cloud nine. As the pleasure wrapped around your brain, your legs began to ache from the position. The more you rocked back against him and let out little moans of bliss, the more it encouraged Sero to pick up his pace. And with each hard thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.       

Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly, and you came first. A moan escaped from your parted lips.  Sero continued to thrust sloppily inside you as you miled his dick, clinging to him as if he were your savior. His rhythm was losing its cadence as his orgasm slammed through him. Sero stilled inside of you, emptying his seed into your heat. Panting softly, Sero pressed a small kiss to your shoulder before beginning to pull out of you with a slight hiss.     

You sighed at the empty feeling inside you and straightened up once Sero moved away with a quick slap to your ass.  You glanced at him with a coy look as you turned around, "I'm going to take a shower now–"

Before you could finish your sentence, Sero gave you a devilish grin, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you wanting a round two?"

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you sauntered out of the kitchen, your ass still bare. You wanted to give Sero a good show, especially after that comment. "Absolutely not. You owe me breakfast."

Thanks for reading!

[fablesofkitkat]

I just finished rereading all sero povs for the 10000000th time and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA plz do U have more in store? Can’t help being greedy you povs are REALLY good

Intermission A: with Sero (one-word prompts)

alt title: I (don’t) remember you pt.11

CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE

genre: fluff

I get a feeling every time I go to bed. Are you thinking about me or is it all just in my head?

-mxmtoon

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Lock

You are stuck in a stare down with your boyfriend Hanta for Kami-sama knows how many minutes it has been. Probably just a minute, really. Yet, it feels so much longer. You bite your lip subconsciously, it’s a habit you do to keep yourself from smiling, and the feeling of your teeth and the focus of not using too much pressure is enough distraction to keep your lips from curling upward—

Hanta’s almond shaped eyes flicked down.

Note to self: stare downs with Hanta leads to lip locking.

2. Paper

He throws a crumpled paper at you.

“Hanta.” You give him a warning look.

“What?”

You raised an eyebrow in exasperation. “Stop throwing papers at me.”

The silence resumed, save for your ballpoint pen noises streaking across your notebook. Finals is approaching fast and you procrastinated for months that before you knew it, there’s only a week before the exams. You don’t really care about getting high marks but you sure didn’t want to enter the classroom with a blank head on the exam day.

You hear a rising and falling tone (in local irregularities) of a peeling sound. Sure enough when you raise your head, you see Hanta pulling the tape from his elbows for the heck of it. He feels your stare and gives you a grin.

“Seriously?”

“I was bored.”

You know it was a miniscule thing but now you’re annoyed, “Hanta, you’re being annoying.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to study and you’re not helping. Stop it.”

He gives you an apologetic look. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, just…” The feeling of being annoyed is gone. Hanta doesn’t even know how much power he holds over you. You feel guilty for snapping at him and you understand why he’s here at the library with you even though he has zero plans to study. “Sit beside me. Quiz me right after I finish this chapter.” You watch him go around the table and sit beside you. You laced your fingers with his, “Gimme two hours, then we can go somewhere else, okay?”

He squeezed your hand. “Okay.”

3. Sunset

Rare is the view of sunset sky for you these past months. You watch Hanta sleep beside you. You realize that dating in high school involves a lot of nap times together. Earlier, he shared childhood stories like naps in the afternoon is a tradition called siesta. He used to hate it. The orange glow of the sunset washes over Hanta’s dorm room. He looks really handsome and the rush of affection hits as you watch him breathe. Almost like a physical thing. Like a heartburn. Your chest hurts. It overwhelms. You can’t help but bury yourself deeper in his arms and hug him tight.

4. Dream

“I don’t know how. I haven’t…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Just relax and breathe.” Lip bite. Groans.

“Am I doing it, right?”

“Just a sec—kinda intense with you staring, cariño.” Muffled curses and moan.

Hums. “Hmm~”

You sit up wide awake, blinked a few times, and then lied back, face down on your pillow, and groaned. Lewd.

5. Twilight

Hanta laid back on his bed and covered his eyes with his arm when his phone rang which he answered in a heartbeat. “Hey.” He waited for you to turn on your camera but you were quiet.

“Can we just not have our cameras on?”

“Why?” He listened to your breathe.

“I don’t know. Please?”

He turned the camera off and pressed the phone to his ear. “So, what’s up?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I wish you were here. Or that I was there.”

“You’d be here if you didn’t mind meeting my parents.”

You laughed and he realized you’re crying.

“Cariño. . .”

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything.”

He was quiet until, “I’ll be there soon.”

You sat up and wiped your nose on your sleeve. “But it’s 1 in the morning.”

“I’m there, just stay still. Tell me everything when I get there.”

6. Dawn

You tip toe away from the bed when a tape wraps around your waist which pulls you back into Hanta’s arms. He asks sleepily, “…where you going?”

“Just getting you breakfast.”

“… no, I hate it.”

“You’re not gonna remember this, are you?”

“..no, I remember you. Stay.”

So much for waking up early.

7. Knowledge

He rests his head on your shoulder as you and Hanta watch the movie on your phone.

“I’m sorry,” you say out of nowhere.

A few beats before he raises his hand, tapping his forefinger on your phone pausing the movie. “Why do you keep saying—why are you so negative about us? Is it so hard to see a future with me?”

“No. More like, it’s the opposite. It’s easy to see a future with you.”

“Then why the pessimistic comments?”

“I have this sort of belief that life gives me the opposite of what I expect, so if I act like I don’t expect us to last, then the opposite might come true.”

“Yeah, but when I said that we’re going as a couple on Aizawa-sensei’s wedding in the far future, and you snide with ‘maybe’ just made it seem like our whole relationship’s one sided.” He holds your hand over his knee. “And you come off as a jerk.”

“I don’t care.”

He squeezed your hand once. “But I care. You’re not a jerk. I don’t want others to think you’re a jerk.”

“I only care about your opinion.”

“Yeah, but you care about me. What if they say we’re a mismatch and you’ll start caring about their opinions and it’s gonna come back and bite our asses?”

“Oh.”

“What if my ma heard about it, and went and met you behind my back, and you’re left psychologically scarred?”

“…”

“And although I get where you’re coming from, when you say pessimistic things about our relationship, it hurts me.”

“I’m really sorry for being insensitive, and for being an idiot... are we gonna be okay?”

“Not until you recreate the Spiderman kiss with me.”

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AN: To ranrandomesss, I still owe you that comfort Sero pov. Don't worry, I didn't forget. I just haven't figured how to execute it.

To vanilacaramel, (deeply inhales) the things I do for you and your Sero needs. Oh, wait- it's not just you. You and all who give a damn with this series: I fed y'all today. Say your grace. Make me proud by not letting anyone ruin the rest of your day. Do me a favor and be extra cheerful and kind to yourself and everyone else who are good to you. Thanks for being brave enough to shoot this ask.

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[lovely-lillies-101]

Birds Don’t Sing Masterlist

sero x f!reader - prohero au

“Birds don’t sing, they just fall from the sky.”

With a fresh start and new opportunities, you had a one track mind..Until he changed everything.

18+ and Sensitive Content ⚠️

01. Fresh

[tteokdoroki]

but anyways i just know sero’s pull out game is weak as hell :(

+ tw for accidental creampies, afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy scares, unprotected sex and also pulling out is not an effective contraceptive method l

only cause when he’s fuckin’ you he makes sure he does it right, dick all snug and pressing up against your tight walls— churning up your guts while his skin barely pulls away from yours. smiffs, sero keeps you pinned to the sweat and slick soaked sheets, ramming into you from behind so he can watch the bounce of your ass every time he thrusts into you im crying.

and it’s because he hits so deep, that he gets right in your guts till you can feel him in your tummy and his blunt tip bullies your pleasure spot…it’s because of this that hanta just can’t pull out :( he fucks you so good your little hole just doesn’t wanna let his cock go, clamping down so tight that he pulses inside of you just right. the walls of your pussy commit the shape of him to memory, made to take him and only him.

“c’mon my love, y’gotta let me go…you’re gonna—shit! you’re gonna make me cum.” hanta would tell you, so out of breath— his hot chest sticking to your back as if his fingers haven’t fumbled their way between your parted thighs to draw sinful circles on your clit. he knows it’ll only make you tighter, make his hips rush forward and canter into you, make you see stars. “c’mon baby…i know that’s right.”

but of course, hanta doesn’t really mean it— because you won’t let go while you’re begging for his cum and he won‘t pull out even if it means you’ll both get another scare. that’s the last thing on either of your minds every time sero gets you like this, folding you beneath his touch— because nothing feels better than something you’re not supposed to have. that something being his thick white seed spilling into your spasming hole, pouring down your pussy lips when sero promised he’d pull out at the start :(

[multifandomlvr]

PB & J Friends

You had just opened your eyes and were already bored. Like how is that even possible?

It was summer vacation, and there was absolutely nothing to do.

That put you in a sour mood.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

Call your best friend in the entire world who was just as lazy as you, especially now that it was summertime.

When you dialed the number, you put it on speaker.

Sero answered on the first ring. You’d have to kick his butt if he didn’t.

“Good morning, my wonderfully smart and beautiful best friend. What can I do for you on this wonderful Monday morning?” He answered. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m bored.” You came right out and said.

It was Sero’s turn to laugh.

“That’s why you called me?” He asked.

“Well, duh, why else would I call you?” You say sarcastically.

You’re sure you could see him roll his eyes through the phone.

“Why are we best friends again?” He asked. You were utterly joking. You and he have been best friends since the moment the two of you traded lunches every day. “Cause without me; mom wouldn’t make your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” You said in a severe tone.

“Darn, I love you and those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches so much.” Sero started. “What did you want to do?” He asked.

“Want to come over?” You ask, and you already know the answer.

It was going to be ‘yes.’

You and Sero alternated between going to each other’s houses. This was an EVERYDAY occurrence.

“I guess… Is your mom home?” He asked. You already knew where this was going.

Sero was lucky he was your best friend because you would probably stay in bed all day. But you would jump in front of a moving vehicle for him.

So you got up and opened your door.

You could hear music from the kitchen, meaning she was home.

“Mom! Sero is coming over!” You started before you could finish your sentence, and she was finishing it for you.

“Yes, I will make you and him some sandwiches!” She called back up.

“Hear that?” You asked.

“I sure did! I’m on my way with my laptop so we can watch some movies I downloaded.” He told you. You could hear some rustling of clothes. “You’re going to go to jail one of these days downloading these movies illegally.” You told him.

“Nah, You and I will have to flee the country. Where should we go?” He asked you jokingly.

“What makes you think I would go with you?” You ask. Like BOI! Don’t go assuming! You thought.

“Ummm! Because we’re best friends and if I’m going down! I’m not going down alone. I can’t be without my best friend.” He explained, and you couldn’t help but crack up laughing.

“Do you think we could get your mom to go too?” He asks.

“Why?” You asked through the laughing you were doing.

“Cause she makes the best sandwiches! Duh again !” He stated loudly. This made you laugh even harder, making you fall on the floor from it.

Once you were able to stop.

You hopped in the shower and brushed your teeth, and got dressed in some other comfy clothes while still on the phone with Sero.

“Alright, I’m in front of your house, Is your door locked?” He asked.

“I don’t know you have a key, don’t you?” You asked him.

“Um! You have legs, don’t you? Come unlock the door for me!” He told you. You could hear him yelling at you from outside.

“Alright, I’m on my way.” You told him, hanging up the phone to hang out with your best friend.

[rainybubbles]

Sero Hanta x reader : he was like the Sun

Sorry in advance, english is not my first language /!/

Maybe it was your childish obsession with stars that led you to him.

After all, if you took a closer look, he was like the Sun.

Warm up your skin by his presence, blind your eyes with his quirky smile, attract you like your name was suddenly Earth.

Yes, Sero Hanta was the Sun and you were a fucking stupid planet named Pluto at 5.9 M from him.

Not Mercury the soulmate or even Earth the good friend.

You were a stupid stranger.

It’s pretty sad.

Having a crush on the guy that just took the bus the Friday night.

It was like observing the stars and remembering they’re just dead balls of fire.

Suddenly the sky felt less shiny.

But you were an optimistic Pluto.

-no, you were just a dreamer that romanticizes their life in their scenarios with some music in their bed.

So you continued to look at him every Friday.

Waiting for his yellow hat and his laugh.

Sometimes with a friend, sometimes not.

One day you even saw him at the TV, that was when you learn his name during the Yuei competition.

A future hero sounds good for him.

You can already picture him as the hero your dad loved before.

The comics one.

The Spider-man.

You guess Sero would be Elbow-man, or Scotch-man, but it sounds horrible to be honest.

So you kept Sun in your head.

And like you were in your childhood you looked at him, asking yourself if one day you could ever approach him.

You can burn yourself after all.

Or just discover the Sun’s secret.

It was a difficult decision.

How can you talk to him without seeming like a stalker ?

How people make friends in a bus ?

Did they say to the other “oh you’re taking this bus too, now you can’t leave me so give me your phone now?”

Nah.

It sounds horrible.

People were more like statues in the bus.

And the first to make eyes contact gains a judgmental look and questions his whole life.

It doesn’t sound like a friendship place.

‘Sorry to bother you, but my book just fell from my bag and is behind you so can I get it back please ?”

You looked up and saw one of his friend.

The Pikachu one.

You nodded and moved.

“Thank you so much,” he said.

‘It’s nothing’ you answered a little lost about how the book fell now you see, he doesn’t have any bag.

“By the way I’m Denki. My mother always told me to present myself to the pretty person. And you and I, don’t want me to deceive her.”

You chuckled.

“That was a horrible pick-up line.” you said.

‘Hey ! I tried, I mean I have the one about how you dad is a thief because he stole all the stars to put it in your eyes but meh.”

“I would have preferred this one if I’m honest.”

“What ?! No. No, no, no, I refuse that someone would actually like the most famous pick-up line. It’s so cheesy!”

‘I guess, I am.”

“You’re not, or if you are, then I’m Cinderella.”

“Guess your prince is waiting for you at midnight then.”

“I wish damn.” he said with a dramatic ton.

You smiled.

“I’m Y/n, I guess after this wonderful pick-up line I couldn’t hide you my name anymore.”

“I knew it !”

“So that was your purpose since the beginning. Did you throw your book behind a stranger in order to talk about your mom ?"

“Caught in 4k about your mommy issues, must hurt.” Sero answered behind him.

One moment your mind was distracted.

The Sun was here.

You didn’t have sunglasses.

You didn’t wear sunscreen.

And the Sun was here.

“You hurt my feelings Y/n” Denki said while he was faking crying.

Sero laughed and you smiled again.

‘ I didn’t say to you I broke three hearts per day ? It’s my job dude,” you joked.

“I told you so, Sero, they would break your heart.”

“I guess you were right.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

Sero stepped towards you and sat.

“Denki, here, ask me if I have to go out with someone in the bus who would it be ? And since I’m not into the elderly, the married woman or the businessman. I answered the pretty person at our right. But Denki didn’t take it well, because he thought I would answer him.”

“Of course ! I’m the perfection, dude ! I’m funny, flirty and pretty ! I have all the “y” !!!

“Dummy, too ?” you asked.

“No, this one is the exception.”

“Ordinary ?” Sero continued.

‘High-quality,” Denki answered.

“And I would love to spell all the words that end with a Y but this is my stop.”

“Oh the star is not here anymore.”

“I guess, it was fun to meet you guys.”

“It was fun to meet a cheesy star ! I hope next time, I would find a pick-up line that would work on you and that isn’t something my dad could say.”

“Too bad I have daddy issues for you; I guess”

“Damn Y/n.”

“Next time we saw each other, just say hi, I think that what other people do, you know.” You answered

“I will ! I can’t wait to see you again !

“Friday, that’s when I took this bus to go back home.”

“It’s a date, then.”

‘I hope not because if you’re going to take your date in a bus between the sweat of teenagers and the perfume of old ladies, you’re just going to kill their sense of smell.”

“Maybe that’s my goal and I’m the villain Nose-a-bond” Denki explained

You blinked.

Sero sighed.

‘It’s a pun with a French word“nauséabond” which means putrid and the nose. Our classmate gives us some French lessons when he’s bored.”

“Oh I see, I will remember“nauséabond”

“You get it.” Sero smiled.

______________________________

You were not the Earth.

Maybe Saturn.

You were closer but not enough to be called “friends.”

You saw Hanta and Denki all the Friday, well no…

You saw Hanta all the Fridays and sometimes Denki was here.

So yes, you and Hanta slowly bound with each other.

Sometimes it was just sitting together with earphones and left in silence.

And sometimes it was some discussions that made you laugh so hard that your abs scream.

It was pleasant.

‘You know, I always talk about this picture of Denki in a Patrick from Sponge Bob in heels, but I don’t have your number to send it to you.” Sero said.

“Smooth Sero, really smooth.”

“I’m friends with Denki.”

“He’s the opposite of smooth. He asked me if I was a happy meal because I give him a smile.”

“Well you have a point and I have one, so do you want or not ?”

“Will I receive a meme at 4 am and TikTok links that I would only watch two weeks later because I forgot ?”

“Sadly yes, and even more you will have some worried texts about how was your day and how to hide an explosion in a cake”

You blinked.

“An explosion in a cake ?”

“We didn’t want to awake Aizawa but Bakugo sweated a lot, so we have to find something that would hush the sound and the only thing was a cake.”

“...guess his hands were sweat”

“He’s sweat, just hide it.” Sero added.

You smiled and gave him your phone.

“Enter yours.” You said.

“I feel like a spy.”

You laughed.

‘I guess I’m James Bond, then.” you answered.

“And I’m Kim Possible.’

‘She was my childhood crush.”

“She’s something.” Sero confirmed ‘But I think I prefer you.”

“...are you a piece of butter to be smooth like that ? Dude calm down.”

“I just feel I needed to precise.”

“Don’t worry, I know Kim beat my ass if she exists. She’s incredible, and a spy and I’m incredible too but a student.”

“Start with the same letter.” Sero tried.

“But not the same ending and salary.”

He smiled.

‘Yeah. So Y/n, what is your career dream then, after finishing being a student ?”

“Well, I don’t know,” you smiled. “I always think I would be a doctor as a kid. I was pretty good at school, but it was just some facilities I had back then, so now I don’t know how to work and how to find my way because I was always told what to do.”

You realized the question was not that deep.

You just let your mouth dropped all your thoughts on Sero.

“Sorry, I...just forget that . And said I told you nothing, okay ?”

“No, I mean I wasn’t expecting that of course. But I understand. It must be difficult to find your way now while the other has all their lives to explore and to be themselves.”

“Yes, and you ? Always wanted to be a hero ?”

“Well if you asked me-

__________________

Earth.

That was what you were.

A friend.

A good friend that have texts of him now.

A friend that went to his house.

A friend that met his other friends.

A friend also with Denki.

“I guess I didn’t get burnt.” you said to yourself.

“Burn by you being hot or by the toaster ?” Denki asked.

‘What the fuck are you doing here ?!” you asked surprised

It was Monday.

‘We have a break. A part of the school was exploded, and not by Bakugo.”

“But you never took this bus before.”

“Yes, I wanted to see you.”

“...you don’t say that,” you realized.

“I don’t say what ?”

“You’ve been taking this bus since 1 pm with the hope to meet me.”

“...well.” Denki started.

“You have my fucking number, Denki.”

“It was fun ! I mean the driver even says yes and doesn’t make me pay.”

“I don’t know if you’re a genius or just stupid.”

“Both.”

“Hanta is with you or did you just bus trip alone ?”

“Alone, by the way I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Go ahead, it’s not like we don’t have time.” you said looking at the 15 stops that you have to pass by.

“Do you like me ?”

“Of course, I’m not sending a the Rock meme to a disliked person.” You answered.

“Not in the sens, I can kiss him and not say “cringe” after.”

“...you could say love.”

“Cringe.”

“...you just ask-’

“Answer Y/n.”

“No, not in the way I can kiss you and not say cringe after or wash my mouth or have the feeling that it was like kissing my wall : cold, weird and never happening again.”

“Yeah me too. And- wait, you...YOU KISS YOUR WALL ?!’ He screamed

‘Say it louder, in order to wake up my grandma from the dead, idiot.”

“Sorry.” he calmed down, “You kiss your wall ?!”he was whispering while screaming again.

“Yes. I was too young, lonely, thinking I would never feel love or being loved and I thought practicing could help.”

“Mouthes are not bricks.”

“Well-done Sherlock didn’t know that.” you said, “I was desperate.”

“That’s why you like Hanta, he reminded you your ex the wall, with his scotch elbows.”

“...I- what the fuck ?! No ! I don’t like him for that. Ew”

“Buuuuuuttt you like him ?”

“It’s kinda obvious Denki.”

“So Mina knows ?”

“She guessed.” You said.

“And Bakugo ?”

“Threat me that he would explode my body if Sero likes me back and I break his heart”

“...so I was the last.” Denki understood.

“No Sero is the last. He’s dense or he’s faking it. I don’t know. He’s flirty but we’re friends.”

“No he likes you, asked me how to ask you out.”

You smiled.

‘Good to know.’

‘Yeah, good to know that Bakugo stole my favorite sweatshirt and Mina my eyeliner because I lost this fucking bet about you two, damn.’

‘Never bet with them.”

“I know, but I was sure this time. You and sero are like my best friends, guys !”

“Sad for Kiri”

“He’s my bro, that’s different.”

___________________________________

“Denki told me, he told you,” Sero said the night after this meeting at the phone.

‘Yes, he lost a bet.”

“You know, I’m not talking about this, right?”

“I was waiting for you to be ready to say it.”

“Oh…”

“If you think we have to learn more about each other, or just try some dates or prefer to stay friends. I respect that Hanta. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“No I’m not. I didn’t know if you’ll say yes to be honest.”

‘ I am saying yes now.”

“Guess we’re dating then.” Sero said.

“You’re right.”

“I don’t know if I want to scream or to stare at my mirror and ask how I’m with a partner as amazing as you,” Sero declared.

“I think for my ears I would prefer the second, but if you do that, so I do.”

“Our mirrors would be pleased to see our faces then,” Sero joked.

“I think I would prefer your view.”

“And yours, for me.”

“Maybe we can see each other without mirrors, next time then?” you said.

“It’s a date, then.” You chuckled

Yes, maybe it was your obsession with the stars that attracted you to the Sun, but it was a Pikachu that connected you to him.

Maybe the system solar needed a Pokémon in their planets.

[andypantsx3]

all in a day's quirk | sero hanta

pairing: Sero Hanta / Fem Reader

length: 5.3k

summary: Sero gets hit with a quirk that makes others see him as the person they are most attracted to. Which you really wish you had known before you opened your mouth and gave him your usual, “Hey, Sero!”

tags/warnings: pro hero au, fluff, misunderstandings, quirk accident, not actually unrequited feelings, smut, thigh riding, fem reader (no pronouns but AFAB genitalia terms used), aged up characters

It was approximately four thirty-three p.m. when Sero Hanta returned from patrol and blew your peaceful day to bits.

Before his arrival, the Todoroki Agency had been relatively quiet, as it usually was around this time, everyone but the on-call staff winding down for the day. You’d been hearing the telltale rustling of jackets and scuffle of feet in the office behind you since the clock ticked past four.

Not long after, a couple of your friends from the analytics department had wandered over to your desk, clearly deciding they were not going to get anything else done, gossiping and stealing the candies you kept in a glass bowl on the reception counter.

“I heard Shouto’s manager is considering signing him up for a shirtless charity calendar,” Mari told you immediately, wiggling her eyebrows. “Hana from brand management said she was asked to do research on the impact the calendar had on other pros’ careers, so I think this is serious.”

She looked beyond pleased, her cheeks pink and her ears tipped red, the way they always were when she contemplated her massive crush on your agency head, Todoroki Shouto.

You couldn’t fault her–Shouto was incredibly handsome and kind, if a bit spacey–but you’d always been drawn to a different pro hero on the agency roster. Someone just a little bit taller, with dark hair and a half-moon grin, a razor sharp sense of humor, and the most inconceivably mouth-watering thighs in the pro hero business.

Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.

You suppressed the urge to ask if anyone else from the agency was being considered for the calendar, wiggling your eyebrows back. “Well I know you’ll be the first in line.”

Mari’s blush deepened, and Kimiko laughed around an orange-flavored candy, which you stocked for many reasons other than a certain tape-themed hero’s predilection for oranges, thank you very much.

“I just hope they include Uravity-san,” Kimiko said. “I mean–not shirtless shirtless, but like, god would I kill for her in a little sports bra.”

Kimiko sounded unaffected, but you’d literally hidden her beneath your desk the time pro heroes Uravity and Deku visited for an agency team-up with the Todoroki office. She’d spent the entire time peering out with big eyes, muttering under her breath, “I am so gay. So very very gay.”

You didn’t doubt if Uravity were included in the spread, Kimiko might even beat Mari out for the first spot in line.

“You both have such kind hearts,” you laughed. “So eager to give to charity.”

“I’m a lifelong philanthropist,” Mari agreed, picking up your pen and doodling hearts all over your office stationery. You noticed she colored in only the left side, and suppressed another laugh.

Whatever. You knew what it was to be that whipped, even if you’d never do anything about it.

As huge as your thing was for Sero, there wasn’t a chance in hell he returned your affections. He was incredibly friendly, but over the past few years, he’d never even given a hint that he was into you like that. He’d treated you with the same easy cheer and subjected you to the same good-natured roasting he did everyone else in the agency.

And now was not the time to go looking for more, anyway. You’d recently become close enough to see Sero outside of work and you were not about to endanger that–you’d been invited to a house party of his a couple months ago, gone to drinks with him and a couple of agency people after work, and even grabbed dinner alone a few times over the past few weeks. You’d been texting memes practically nonstop this entire week alone.

He was so much fun, always quick with a joke, a wink, or an interesting story, and he wasn’t afraid to tell things like they were. You forgot time was passing when you were with him, and sometimes when you went out, you stayed out long enough that you thought he might, too.

So you were finally reaching a stage in your friendship where Sero clearly felt close and comfortable—you would not press for more.

It was just, sometimes, when he smiled down at you with that clever, mischievous grin, your heart felt like it was experiencing some sort of medical event. Sometimes, when he put his dark hair up into a messy half-bun, those biceps cording as he did so, it felt like someone had just vacuumed all the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Sometimes, when he leaned down to whisper something to you in his most conspiratorial tones, it felt like someone had spiked your brain into a blender and pureed it into mush.

But it was cool.

You knew how to play it cool.

Mari pulled you back to earth with the promise of more gossip—this time, about her arch nemesis in accounting—and Kimiko leaned in, offering her own commentary over the unwrapping of another of your candies.

And then the clock struck four thirty-three, and Sero Hanta returned from patrol.

You heard the telltale mechanic ping of an agency badge passing checkpoint, and peeked around Kimiko to see Sero trudging through the doorway, looking strangely contemplative. He was covered in dirt and his uniform was slashed in several places, including a great deal of shredding about the thighs, which you would have been happier about if he didn’t look so unusually subdued.

He didn’t look hurt at any rate, so that was good. But you couldn’t help but call out to him.

“Hey Sero!” you said, curious about his demeanor. “How’d patrol go? Something happen?”

Kimiko and Mari turned around, and you watched as both of them seemed to freeze up. Kimiko’s hand slapped against the reception counter, the sound echoing through the room, gripping tightly as though she’d suddenly seen a ghost.

“Ur–Uravity-san,” she said, dipping into the most formal bow you’d ever seen her make. “What’s brought you here?”

You felt your mouth pull into a frown, staring at the back of her head in absolute bamboozlement. Was she seeing things? The only person in the doorway was Sero, and he was very much unaccompanied.

His helmet was propped between his hip and his elbow, so his face was clear too–so Kimiko didn’t even have the excuse of not being able to see his face, different though his costume was from Uravity’s.

Sero blinked, his mouth pulling into a semi-puzzled grin. “Uravity?”

Mari was slapping Kimiko before you could inquire the same thing, hissing, “Are you losing it? That’s fucking Shouto.” She turned back to pin you with something between a glare and a concerned, assessing gaze, as if you too had lost your marbles.

You frowned back, your own concern deepening. “I’m sorry–are you guys seriously telling me that Shouto and Uravity are here with Sero?” You peered back around Mari at Sero, quirking a brow at him. “Did they get hit with some kind of invisibility quirk or are these two experiencing some kind of hallucination?”

Maybe too much shirtless calendar talk had gotten them too hot and bothered.

Sero’s dark gaze pinned you, and he quickly came tromping over, his boots echoing on the stone flooring. He leaned over the reception counter, pointing to his face with one long, pretty finger. “Wait, you can tell it’s me?”

He smelled like cement and sweat and dust, and something vaguely minty, like he’d been chewing gum recently. You tried not to let your expression show how much you liked the look of him up close, those hooded dark eyes, his wide, charming mouth.

“Um, yes? I have eyeballs?” you wondered.

Sero blinked, leaning in closer. Your heartbeat ticked up. “You’re sure?”

“Should I not be…sure?” you asked. “Are Shouto and Uravity really with you and I’m the only one who can’t see them?”

Sero shook his head, “Nah–it’s just me.”

You frowned up at him, curious. “Then why are they calling you Shouto and Uravity…?”

Sero shook his dark head. His hair was pulled into that half-bun you loved, the way it usually was under his helmet on patrol, and all mussed from whatever run in he’d had. You tried not to think about what other activities might get his hair all mussed like that.

He smiled, something wide and conspiratorial. “Got hit with some kinda illusion quirk. People have stopped me like a thousand times on my way in to ask for All Might’s autograph, or Hawks’, and even Bakugou’s. They’re lucky it was just me, he’d have thrown a shit fit getting cut off in the street like that.”

Sero’s features shifted into something slightly more contemplative again. “But you’re somehow immune, huh?”

You frowned. “Shouldn’t you get checked out at medical, then?”

His eyes softened, and another grin made its way onto his mouth. “Yeah yeah, I’ll head right there.”

Kimiko and Mari were still gaping over at him like he was a miracle, and some strange feeling came over you, a concerned little squeeze of your heart. You grabbed Mari, plonking her down into your seat in your stead. “Cover me for a couple minutes? Just say people are unavailable and take notes and I’ll figure it out when I get back. I’m gonna run down to medical with Sero for a second.”

Mari nodded dumbly.

You pulled Sero’s helmet out of his grip, resting it in the crook of your own elbow, and gestured him down the hall with you. Sero fell into step beside you, keeping up easily with his long stride. He grinned down at you, seemingly unperturbed that he’d gotten hit with a quirk that had all but erased his identity in the eyes of others.

It was something you admired in him, his inherent good-naturedness.

You wondered why you were the only one who could tell it was him.

“Any good gossip while I was gone?” he asked, like he really couldn’t be fussed about his predicament. “I was starting to hear shirtless calendar talk before I had to head out on patrol.”

You suppressed a flush and fought down the urge to ask if he’d been asked to be in it too.

You did not need to know.

“Whatever the hell is going on with you is the spiciest bit of gossip all day,” you told him, rounding a corner and badging into the stairwell down to the medical floor. You clung to the railing carefully and most definitely did not watch his thighs bunch as he took the stairs. “Want a drink after work? It seems like you could use one, after this.”

Sero smiled, an eyebrow raising. “Trying to get me drunk, huh?”

You wrinkled your nose. “As if I’d need to be so underhanded.”

You did. You did need to be so underhanded.

Sero had to angle himself carefully through the door, his shoulder pieces liable to snag on the doorway with the breadth of those pro hero shoulders. The medic on staff took one look at him and flushed, mumbling out a name you didn’t know.

You piped in before she could say more. “Cellophane’s been hit with a quirk that makes him appear like someone else. It’s not whoever you think!”

She blinked curiously, but then nodded, probably having seen much weirder things in her time as a hero agency staffer. She gestured Sero to a cot on the side of the room. “Alright, please sit down, Cellophane. We’ll do a couple quick tests and then get you sorted with the right quirk cancellation.” Her cheeks seemed to heat again as she spoke, but she made good on her promise, disappearing down the hall, calling to someone for quirk testing strips.

Sero hopped up on the cot, swinging those long legs, grinning at you from eye-level, now. “Think I should prank a couple people before they cancel it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Only you would be having fun with this. No one in the world knows who you are!”

The corner of Sero’s mouth pulled wryly. “You do.”

“You don’t know if that could change, dude. Better get it over with before you get stuck as like, Endeavor forever.”

Sero laughed, light and airy. “Shouto wouldn’t hang with me anymore.”

You nodded. “Exactly, and none of the rest of us read the same weird manga you guys are into so you’d be all alone with no one to fanboy about it to.”

The medic returned with a thick silvery strip, pulling on blue nitrile gloves as she did so. Sero held his arm out obligingly, the lean muscle flexing in the fluorescence of the office lighting. She peeled off the backing of the strip, pressing it to Sero’s forearm, pushing it down firmly.

She attached a cable to some screened device, and you listened to the beep of various buttons. Sero watched you over her shoulder, his easy smile still in place.

Finally, the device in the medic’s hand beeped, and she pulled back, announcing somewhat shyly, “An attraction-type quirk.”

You blinked, mystified. A what?

Sero’s grin seemed to freeze on his face, and his thin brows furrowed the tiniest bit.

The medic continued, oblivious. “This quirk creates an illusion. External parties will perceive the affectee with the traits or as the person they are most attracted to.”

Sero’s dark eyes snapped to yours, widening, and you fumbled a step back, almost tripping over yourself. You threw out a hand, barely catching yourself on the counter.

No.

Oh fuck no.

If people were seeing who they were most attracted to…and you had just seen Sero the whole time…

That would mean—that would mean—and he had heard you say—

“Oh my god, I just remembered I have to get back to Mari,” you said, offering Sero a wave of your suddenly numb hand. “Can’t, um, strand her at the desk for too long. I’ll leave you guys to it. Uh, yeah. Thanks–bye!”

You quickly threw yourself out through the door, leaving Sero alone with the medic. You dashed back up the stairwell, your heartbeat shooting into your mouth.

How could this be happening? How unbelievably embarrassing was that? You’d worked so hard to play it cool in front of Sero for all this time, for years, really, and you’d finally just made it to a comfortable place as friends.

And then—and then—some attraction-illusion quirk goes and blows your cover, just like that? For real?

And he’d heard you, too. Heard you say, “Hey, Sero!” as soon as he’d come through the door, before anyone had revealed anything about who else they thought he might be instead. Before you could have possibly had any clue that he’d been quirked.

You could die of mortification.

You shooed Mari and Kimiko away from the desk when you got back, quickly readying your things to get the hell out of the office as soon as your night replacement arrived. You cleaned up all the bi-colored hearts Mari had doodled on every available surface of your desk and refilled the candy bowl Kimiko had apparently seen fit to devastate in your absence, your ears heating with the thought that Sero could catch on now, why you stocked orange candies.

God, could your replacement hurry the fuck up before Sero got back here?

But the night receptionist was predictably late, of course, and by the time you finally saw him badge through the front entrance you could hear quick, booted steps across the tile behind you.

Sero’s voice sounded over the back of your chair, just as a long-fingered hand closed around your wrist.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice more careful than you’d ever heard it. “Still up for that drink? I think maybe we could talk over it.”

The night receptionist nodded at you and Sero as he made his way over, and you gave up your chair to him, collecting your bag with Sero’s warm fingers still clutching your wrist. You slowly worked up the courage to look up at him, face heating as you took in his uncharacteristically intent expression. His face had been cleaned and it looked like some antibiotic had been applied to some of the scrapes along his jaw.

You knew then you’d trapped yourself. Though it was probably also better to get things over with now than avoid the subject forever.

“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice normal. “Yeah, let’s talk.”

Sero was the nicest dude ever, you had to remember that. Even when it came down to a rejection, he would still be completely kind and friendly. Probably not too much would change on his end afterwards either. You couldn’t imagine him avoiding you or treating you any differently.

“My place okay?” Sero asked as you shrugged on your bag.

You nodded, and he smiled, nearly as wide and silly as he normally did, tinged with only the slightest bit of shyness.

You’d originally planned to take him out somewhere fun, but this conversation was probably best had in private. And Sero’s place was close, an apartment only a couple blocks’ walk, in a charming little neighborhood fringed by a park and a variety of interesting bars and cafes. Sero chatted away with his usual friendly ease as you walked, still in his shredded hero costume, waving to the couple people that recognized him as you did so.

Your stomach flipped as he opened his front door, gesturing you inside under his arm. He was tall and lanky enough that you fit easily, and you caught a whiff of that minty scent again under all the dust that coated his uniform. You tried not to look too closely at the lines of his bicep as you passed under it.

His apartment was just as you’d remembered it; spacious, casually decorated in neutral tones with splashes of interesting patterns spread across the rug, throw pillows, and his collection of wall hangings. It smelled cottony and clean, and Sero gestured you to his couch as he dumped his helmet and boots in the doorway, shrugging off his shoulder pieces.

“A beer cool?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. “I’ve got a couple of good ones.”

“Sounds great,” you told him, listening to the sounds of him cracking the caps.

To your surprise he plopped down on the couch next to you as he came back in, handing you a bottle. It was cold, and your fingers made little prints in the condensation where you touched it.

“So,” he said, turning to you, a sly look in his dark eyes. “You wanna talk about what just happened?”

Your face flamed, and you took a quick sip of your beer to give you time to recover yourself. It was sour on your tongue, a hint of orange peel in its profile.

“No,” you told him honestly, giving him a self-conscious smile, which he returned. “I think it’s pretty clear, actually. You got hit by a quirk that shows people the person they’re most attracted to and I, uh, obviously saw, um, you.”

Sero’s grin pulled wider at the edges, surprising you. If you didn’t know better, you would think he liked hearing that. Although maybe it was a little bit of an ego stroke to hear you were someone’s fantasy man, even if you didn’t return their feelings.

“Not All Might and not Bakugou,” he said, something pleased in his tone.

You blinked at him, disturbed by those insinuations. “Definitely not,” you sniffed. “I am a paragon of taste.”

Sero laughed, his fingers flexing on the side of his beer. Then he took a sip, seeming to contemplate something as he did, and you drew yourself together, preparing for the inevitable. That was definitely a look that said he was thinking hard, probably about the best way to let you down.

But then Sero grinned back down at you, leaning in collusively. “You wanna know something?”

You could feel your brows raise curiously, even as your heartbeat picked up with his proximity. You looked down, then accidentally spied the strips of tanned thigh where his costume had torn, and had to quickly reroute your gaze for fear of staring. “That depends.”

Sero’s grin went even more sly. “I think if you’d been hit with that quirk, I’d have known it was you too.”

Your heartbeat slammed to a halt in your chest. It was only when Sero threw a hand out that you realized you’d lost your grip on your beer, his quick reflexes the only thing saving his carpet. You startled at the sudden move, making a weird arm-flinging motion somewhere between grabbing for your beer and grabbing onto him, ending up accidentally smacking him in the chest instead.

“Fuck, I—sorry!” you garbled out, stunned by his sudden proximity and the fistful of his costume you’d taken. His skin was warm against the side of your hand.

Sero blinked, looking taken aback for a moment. Then he shifted, and you heard the clink of two beers being deposited on his coffee table. You swallowed, unable to look away from him, and you watched his dark eyes rove over your face, before dipping down to stare at something just under your nose.

A shiver prickled up your spine.

“So when you—with the quirk—” you tried, but your brain had gone offline, and the right set of words were not coming to you. “Um, when you say—you would have known—?”

Sero’s grin crept back across his mouth. “I mean that I’d have seen you, because I’ve been wanting to ask you out and trying to figure out if you're into me for months.”

It had to be the shock of this admission that registered you so stupid. “You—months? Try years.”

Sero’s laugh beat back the instant wave of mortification that overcame you in the next second, when you realized what'd you'd just said. You could only smile back helplessly, equally pleased and embarrassed. He looked so good right then, too, grinning toothily, his hair a mess, his costume torn to shreds. He really was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen, that quirk had totally had your number.

It suddenly dawned on you that you had little else to lose now, with everything out in the open. And when Sero looked like that—sly, pleased, and a little bit of a mess—you thought you were done trying to bury things.

A thrill zinging down your spine, you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

He’d been laughing, and you only caught the edge of his mouth, but Sero quickly corrected. You could feel his lips go slack in surprise for a second, and then he was schooling himself and returning your kiss with abandon.

Long fingers came up to take your chin, holding you firmly in place. It was so unexpectedly bold that you shuddered, kissing him harder. Your hand tangled further in the fabric of his costume, gripping onto him for dear life as his tongue met yours, twisting and teasing. It was so like him, the way he kissed. Teasing, playful, easy. Your head spun with how much you liked it.

“Aw fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Sero said, when he finally pulled away far enough to enunciate the words. He shifted against you, putting a large palm against your back, pulling you to him. You followed his guidance, climbing into his lap, chasing his mouth again. You wanted more—more now that you thought you could have it.

“I’ve been wanting—for years—” you said, squeaking in surprise when Sero guided you down onto a strong thigh. It was hard and thick and way too muscular to be allowed, and your breath left you in a harsh hiss. And because this was the most embarrassing day of your life, Sero clocked it immediately, leaning forward in interest.

“You—like that? My—thigh?” he asked curiously.

You could feel your face burning, like someone had just dunked it in a bucket of hot coals. “I–yes. I like everything about you. Including your thighs,” you admitted.

Sero’s hand guided you back down against him, pressing his knee up experimentally. A thrill sang through your veins at the feeling of a piece of him so warm and firm right up against your core. You barely bit back the noise you wanted to make.

“Fuck, this is weirdly hot,” Sero said, leaning in to take your mouth again. You could feel him growing hard against your knee through the fabric of his costume, as his tongue flicked against yours, making your brain go a little woozy.

His arms came around you, holding your waist as he ground his leg up into you, sending a wave of pleasure striking through you like lightning. The moan you’d been trying to hold in finally broke free of you. “Ah—Hanta!”

The sound seem to spark something in him. Sero surged up, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he kissed you, still rocking you against his thigh in a way that made you see stars. You had the wild thought that everything about him was more than you’d ever imagined it would be, from the delicate press of his fingers to the warmth of his thigh to the way the strands of his hair that had escaped brushed across your forehead. Embarrassingly fast, like he knew exactly how to play you, he worked you up to the crest of your pleasure.

You had to put a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Hanta, if you—I’m going to cum if we don’t stop—” you said.

“Oh my god please,” was his only answer, and he pulled you down onto his thigh with renewed vigor. Sparks of pleasure pricked all over your body as he kissed you again, his hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. He left bruising kisses down the side of your throat, fingers playing with your nipples.

Another few rocks into his thigh sent you right over the edge, and he held you against him as you rode it out, squirming against his thigh.

“This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said, something in his tone making it clear he was not done with you yet.

He helped you wiggle out of your pants, freeing himself of his own costume, and laid you out over his couch, grinning. He was golden with a fading summer tan, and his smile was so wide and charming and white against the dimming light from the windows. He was gloriously lean, hard with dense, compact stretches of muscle, every single inch of him honed from years of hero work. He was perfect—so stupidly, handsomely, perfect.

Between his thighs, his cock was just as long and lean, heavy and flush with arousal. It made you dizzy to think that this man, who you’d crushed on for so long, wanted you like this—wanted you back in the same way you’d always wanted him. You motioned him closer, too eager now to be self-conscious about it.

Sero laughed, a happy noise. “Fuck, you’re so pretty though.” He stretched out over you, sliding in between your thighs and guiding himself into you. His chest pressed to yours, hot and slick with a light sheen of sweat already, and you hissed with the feeling of him slipping inside you.

You felt drunk with arousal, crazy with want. You clutched him to you as he moved, thrusting carefully at first, as if testing the feeling of you, and then more firmly. You let out soft noises you hadn't meant to, which Sero seemed to appreciate.

“God, look at you. Listen to you,” he said, grinning down at you, his dark eyes tracing over you. “I can’t believe I got hit with that quirk. This is the luckiest day of my life—you’re so cute. So—fuck—so perfect.”

He slid into a frustratingly sedate pace, strokes long and languid, stretching out almost teasingly. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, trying to press him into you, but his smile just widened. He moved leisurely, setting his own pace, just on the wrong side of too slow.

It drove you insane, somehow working you up even faster than if he’d been doing what you wanted. You muffled the sounds of your own moans against his lips, gripping onto those broad shoulders. Sero’s own fingers slid down to your clit, playing with you just as lightly and teasingly as his thrusts.

You could have killed him, but all you could do was hold onto him, slurring his name appreciatively.

He worked you like that for a while, bringing you close but never too close, drawing out the feeling into something warm and fizzy, like soda left in the sun. But eventually the band of his control seemed to snap, and he began thrusting into you harder, faster. Those long, lovely fingers circled your clit with more intent as he did, murmuring a steady stream of praise.

“Please—cum with me,” he panted into your mouth, as his fingers drew ever-tightening circles over you. “I want you to come with me, Y/N. Can you—can you do that?”

You nodded frantically as his thrusts grew faster, sloppier. He was so good inside you, so good over you, his fingers such a delicious pressure against your clit. It only took a few thrusts more, a few strokes of those careful fingers, and then you were squirming against him in earnest, your veins going molten with pleasure.

“Hanta—I’m going to—!”

“Yessss,” he hissed, and then he was orgasming too, spilling out his pleasure inside of you. His hips slapped yours in a stuttering pattern, half-crazed, and you shook against him, gasping. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you crested the wave, until finally—finally you went limp against him, just as his own body relaxed over you.

“I want to be hit with a quirk all the time,” he said, ridiculously.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling into his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

Sero hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. If this is what I get every time, then…” he trailed off, smirking down at you.

“I’m not going to bang you if you’re going to be irresponsible,” you told him.

He perked up, however, those dark eyes peering at you hopefully. “But you’ll bang me otherwise?”

You laughed again, pinching him lightly on the arm where you held him. “What do you think having a crush on you for years means?”

His grin went all sly and pleased again. “Then I’ll have to lock it down, of course. I haven’t spent months wondering just to let you get away. Starting with dinner this evening, maybe. Do you—would dinner be okay?” he asked. The sound of genuine, eager hope in his voice was so gratifying it made you want to kick your legs in the air.

You settled for nodding instead. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

“Then I’ll arrange the finest takeout just for you,” he said, which you knew from experience meant the empanadas place around the corner. You laughed again, feeling full already with the promise of an easy meal, and a relationship to come.

“Whatever you want sounds good to me,” you said, even as he began to slide off of you, helping you up alongside him. “You’ve had a crazy day today, empanadas sound like the perfect cap.”

Sero leaned in, his expression as mischievous and charming as always. “It’s nothing,” he said, even as he carefully held out your shirt to you again, guiding you into it in an unexpectedly gentlemanly move. You let him stuff you into it, laughing, smiling into the kiss he gave you as you emerged.

He winked at you as he found his phone and dialed, smiling as you heard the call connect. “After all, I'm a hero," he said. "And it’s all in a day’s work.”

[serosblunt]

Katsuki fucking LOVES that you’re smaller than him, he drools over the thought.

He goes feral over your hips being swallowed up by his rough grip while he pounds into you mercilessly from behind. He looms over you, caging you in his embrace, as sweat drips from his forehead down your back. He fills your senses, he’s all you know as he shoves you into the sheets once more.

And he’ll be damned if that doesn’t make him fucking animalistic 😳

[luvbugs-blog]

getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

It was an accident, really. You guys had just gotten finished a particularly hard training period, and the two of you had decided to go out on a date. However, you insisted that you had to get changed first because you refused to go out all sweaty. He agreed, and the two of you went your separate ways.

15 minutes had passed, and you had changed into something very cute and comfy. You heard a small knock as you packed your small bag to bring with you.

"Come in!"

Your handsome boyfriend entered the room looking as god-like as ever. He walked up to you and you just melted against him.

"You smell so good, Sho." You look up at him and he blushes.

"Thanks, love. You look so pretty." Next, it was your turn to blush. "I just want to spend the rest of my life with you." He's so romantic.

"Hm, I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." He leans down to give you a little kiss, which you return without hesitation. But that little kiss turns into something more when you wrap your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair. He clings to you like it's a sin to ever be parted. All was going well when your childhood friend, Midoryia walked in without knocking to show you whatever new gadget he got. The two of you parted when you heard the door open, but it wasn't quick enough. Midoriya just kept spewing apologies that the two of you had to laugh.

"We'll finish this later," Shoto tells you, before escorting your friend out of your room.

Izuku Midoryia

The two of you were training together one day after school. Throwing punches and kicks at each other, neither of you yielding. Until one kick from Izuku meets the side of face, throwing you to the ground.

He immediately rushes over to you, crouching over you, hands shaking.

"Baby! Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it was an accident and I totally didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I love you so much, please don't leave me, I love you-,"

"BABE! Chill! This is what happens when two people spar. And I love you too." Apparently, that last thing was too much for him, because he turned a bright red. Before snatching you up in his lap.

"Izuku, what are you- hmph!" He shoved his lips against yours, and you felt wetness on your cheeks.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sniffed.

"I never want to lose you. I'm so sorry babe."

"You'll never lose me, baby. Promise." You give him a small kiss, and he runs with it. He holds you so close and tight, but you feel so safe with him. You melt into him and kiss him back with the same rigor.

"Shitty Deku, I'm here to spar- AHH!" Izuku springs up. "Kacchan! What are you doing?" He starts to walk toward him, but Bakugo just turned and left.

He turned to you. "Uh oh." You just laugh. That's your weirdo.

Hanta Sero

Cuddled up in his surprisingly comfortable hammock, the two of you were watching Wednesday.

"Jenna Ortega is so pretty," you sigh. Sero holds you closer to him. "You're gorgeous, darling." He kisses the side of your head.

"I never said I was ugly! What are you trying to say to me?" You giggle, trying to push him off of you, but he continued his love assault.

"I," kiss, "love," kiss, "you."

"I love you too, you weirdo." You managed to roll out of the hammock, and he glares at you playfully. You start trying to recreate Wednesday's dance, and he just laughs at you.

"You try to do any better!"

"I won't try. I'll do better."

"Well, them, let me see!"

He wiggled a little bit with his hands above his head and looked like a goof doing it. "Wooooow, how amazing you are."

"Hey! No sarcasm." He tried to do a little spin, but ended up falling onto you.

"You are very good at this dancing thing." He grins at you, but doesn't move. "Uh, are you going to get up?"

"Nope. I find it quite comfortable here." He props himself up on his forearms, and presses a kiss to your lips. You pull your arms over his back and pull him into you. The two of you were really going at it until Denki bursts in, complaining about Bakugo.

Sero pulls off of you and kinda shields you behind his back. But the two of you are still fully clothed... oh well, it was kinda romantic and heroic of him.

"Woaaaah, hey man I'm so sorry. The two of you couldn't even make it to your bed?" Sero shoots his tape at Denki, completely covering his face.

"Sorry, lovebug. What if we continue this in Denki's dorm?"

"That sounds like a great idea, baby." The two of you run out of his room giggling and holding hands. The next day when you see Denki, his eyebrows are gone. As well as the small mustache he was trying to grow. He was not happy.

Eijiro Kirishima

the two of you were chilling in denki's room with the rest of the gang, watching mina and sero frantically try to beat each other in mortal kombat.

"HA! raiden is the worst!" mina squeals as her character lands a punch.

"oh yeah? well," sero pauses, trying to think of a good comeback, "i think kitana is stupid." mina gasps before launching at him, effectively distracting his player before winning.

you giggled, watching your friends make a fool of themselves. but your giggling didn't last long when sero threw mina up off of him, making her land of the end-table by the chairs you and kirishima were sitting on. your coke which had previously been sitting there was now on your shirt and lap. you stand up quickly, but the shirt had already soaked all the way through, becoming a bit see through, which kirishima noticed. he quickly ushered you to denki's bathroom while mina is shouting apologies behind him.

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

"yes, of course! it was just a little spill." you turn to look at the damage in the mirror, thinking that you will probably need to borrow a shirt from denki's closet. you angle your body a little bit, when your eyes meet kirishima's in the mirror. he blushes a little bit, and you figure out why. the now see-through shirt was showing your bra. you turn and wink at him.

"my night in shining armour!" you giggle, throwing your arms around him. He places a small kiss on your head, on your cheek, and finally on the place you wanted.

you kissed him back with fervor, before backing up and taking the wet shirt off. making a little show out of it, kirishima whistled at your display.

you twirled for him before wrapping your arms back around his neck, and he slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. the two of you continued until bakugo starts banging at the door, causing the both of you to jump.

"the two of you extras better get the fuck out so I can take a piss."

"only if I can borrow denki's shirt!" you yelled back, arms still around his neck.

"woah, woah. you can have mine," kirishima says, pulling away to take off his shirt. he throws the shirt at you, and when you are decent he opens the door, flashing his pecs to his friends.

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

author's note: there will be a part two!! including bakugo, denki, hitoshi, iida, and tamaki! stay tuned!

[lowkeyremi]

Bestfriend!Sero who's eyes tend to linger on you a little longer than usual. So after weeks of this you ask him what's wrong, "did my face get ugly?" he snorts, "yeah that's it." the two of you break into laughter

Bestfriend!Sero who is quick to shy away when he accidentally touches your boob, butt, etc.

Bestfriend!Sero who gets jealous when Kaminari tries to hit on you. "Do you really like someone like him?" You meet Sero's eyes, "Nah, he's funny though." He doesn't know that you notice his sigh of relief.

Bestfriend!Sero who asks if you want to "practice" kissing for a future partner.

Bestfriend!Sero who's shocked when you agree to kissing him. He can't get enough of you. The first kiss was experimental and small, it was a little peck. The second kiss was more serious, he pulled you close to him and kissed you desperately. As if you'd disappear when he stopped kissing you.

Bestfriend!Sero who facetimes you every single night before you go to bed. "You look like shit." He says which is a lie he thinks you're beautiful. "Oh shut up, you do too." He smiles at the camera, "thanks."

Bestfriend!Sero who watches you sleep while on facetime. He wishes he were right next to you while you're asleep.

Bestfriend!Sero who can't stop talking about you with his friends. When he's on break from patrolling he visits Bakugo + Kirishima's agency. "God, they're so beautiful. I wish they noticed how much I want them." Bakugo rolls his eyes. Kirishima speaks up with a smirk, "maybe ask them out?" Sero shakes his head, "we're best friends. It'd be weird."

Bestfriend!Sero who doesn't know what to say when you ask if he likes you. "Well duh of course I like you, you're my best friend." You give him a look before speaking, "You know that's not what I mean. Do you want to date?"

Bestfriend!Sero who doesn't miss this opportunity and kisses you as soon as you ask to date him. "Hell yeah, let's date."

Bestfriend!Sero who proudly announces you as his partner on all of his social media.

Bestfriend Boyfriend!Sero who is ecstatic waking up to you almost every morning. "I love you so much." Half awake you turn to him, your lips curl up into a lopsided grin, "I love you too, Hanta."