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zazter-den · 2 months

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Chronically Chill

Synopsis- Sometimes life gets in the way of holiday plans, but your boyfriends always know how to roll with the punches. A different kind of domestic bliss with Sero and Kaminari.

Reader Characteristics- Fem with severe cramps.

Warnings- Smoking MMJ, Shotgunning, Denki as a TENS unit.

Tags- Period Comfort, Cozy Fluff, Caretaker!Sero, Caretaker!Denki, Epileptic!Denki.

Word Count- 2000

Sero pushed the door of the apartment open with an almost silent creak, the dim light from the kitchen just barely outlining the home's furniture. He could feel the weight of the day's patrol heavy on his muscles, the kind of fatigue that only came from hours of swinging through the city and wrangling villains with his tape. His backpack hit the chair with a soft thud, followed by the soft clatter of his helmet.

Making his way to the shared bedroom, Sero pushed the door open quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. To his surprise, Denki was still up. He was sitting up in bed, his electric blond hair slightly disheveled. His worried expression caught Sero's attention immediately. But it was the sight of you tossing and turning uncomfortably in Denki's arms, that caused a surge of concern to rush through his veins.

He let out a tired sigh as he stripped down to his boxers, crawling onto the bed on your other side. He leaned over to Denki, pressing his lips against his boyfriend's in a rough but loving kiss, ringed fingers tangling in the blond hair. “Hey, Denks, sorry I'm late” Sero whispered, his voice filled with concern. “How's she doing?”

Denki looked up at him exhausted. “Having a rough night” he murmured concerned. “Been thrashing for most of it.” He rubbed circles on your back.

“Been looking after our girl for awhile, huh? Good boy” Sero praised, his voice filled with tired affection. His fingers continued to stroke Denki's hair gently, a soothing gesture that he knew always helped to calm his partner. Sero had always admired Denki's empathetic nature, how he could feel the emotions of others so strongly. However, he wasn't a fan of how sometimes it was to his own detriment. Denki leaned into the touch, his eyes closing briefly as he let out a sigh.

Your eyes shot open with a cry as you jolted awake by an excruciating cramp that twisted your insides. Your fingers instinctively dug into Denki's lower back, seeking some form of relief from the pain that coursed through your body. Denki was too worried to notice your grip, and just held you closer. “I'm sorry, love…” you whimpered into his chest, realizing once the pain subsided that you had unintentionally dug red marks into his skin.

Denki's expression softened as he gently kissed your forehead. “It's alright, babe” he said as he continued to rub circles on your back, “Hey, I know just what you need. So- health or mana potion?”

You winced, body still contorted in pain. You had to wait a moment for it to pass, your breathing shaky and uneven. “Both” you whimpered finally, voice barely above a whisper. You needed all the relief you could get tonight.

“On it” Sero drawled in his typical nonchalant manner, pressing a gentle kiss on top of Denki's head followed by one on yours. He hopped off the bed, footsteps barely making a sound against the floor as he moved through the shared home.

In the living room, Sero quickly adjusted the air conditioner, setting it on a low temperature. He wanted to ensure that you and Denki wouldn't overheat if you needed the heating pad later. If there was one thing Sero hated after a long day, it was waking up sticky with sweat- and it sure wasn't going to make your night any easier either,

Moving to the kitchen, Sero opened the fridge door, the soft hum of the cooling system filling the air. He reached in and retrieved a spherical bubbler, its glass cool to the touch. He filled it with chilled water, the liquid cascading down and forming a thin layer of frost on the glass.

He turned his attention to the electric tea kettle, filling it with filtered water from the sink. The sound of rushing water filled the kitchen as he closed the fridge door with a quick motion of his elbow. Balancing the bubbler and the electric tea kettle, Sero carefully made his way back to the shared bedroom. He placed both items on the nightstand next to you, within easy reach.

Denki watched as you tried to move towards the nightstand. But before you could reach your destination, a painful cramp halted you in your tracks. “Whoa, easy there, girlie” he murmured softly, his voice filled with concern. He quickly shifted behind you, wrapping his arms around your abdomen and gently scooting you back between his legs.

The blond focused his quirk to create a soothing current that coursed through your stomach. As the gentle energy flowed, you let out a shaky sigh, pain slowly dulling. It wasn't a complete cure, but the relief was enough to take the edge off, to make the agony more bearable. “Ooh, I love you, Denks” With a grateful sigh, you relaxed against his chest, feeling the warmth he radiated seep into your body. His lips brushed against the side of your neck, the soft lingering kisses sending tingles down your spine.

“See- now you're gonna make me jealous” Sero teased as he placed a tea tray on the nightstand next to the kettle and the bubbler. The wooden tray held three elegant black and gold teacups, an array of different tea bags, and a small jar- everything you'd need for a night like this.

“Be useful, sparky” Sero teased playfully as he dangled the cord of the electric kettle in front of Denki's face. The electric hero snatched the cord between his teeth, his eyes narrowing in feigned annoyance at the jab.

“I was being useful” Denki mumbled around the cord, his words muffled but his the mock indignation in his tone was clear as day. He bit down, letting his quirk flow through the cord, his cheeks puffing out slightly as electricity crackled and buzzed between his lips. The kettle responded instantly, a soft whirring sound filling the room as the water inside began to heat up

Leaning back against Denki's firm chest, you couldn't help but smile at the playful banter between the two men who meant the world to you. You reached up to stroke the buzzing blond's cheek affectionately. “Don't listen to Hanta, love. He’s just riling you up to boil the water quicker” you chuckled.

You turned your gaze toward Sero, giving him a scolding look that was more endearing than intimidating. Denki, meanwhile, maintained his mock glare at him, the corners of his mouth twitching in a barely contained smirk. The kettle's water began to bubble a little quicker, responding to the surge of electricity from his quirk.

Hanta just laughed, his deep voice resonating through the room as he watched your bratty display. “You two are only cuter when you pout” he chuckled, grinding the medical cannabis from the jar.

You tried to remain comfortable, leaning against Denki's supportive body, his hands providing a soothing hum of electricity over your abdomen. Yet, the relentless wave of another cramp hit, wrenching another pained whimper from you as you instantly doubled over at the waist again. His arms tensed around you, trying to provide some comfort, but the pain was beyond intense. The kettle's chime signaled the water had reached its boiling point, and Denki promptly spat out the cord, his face twisted in distaste at the metallic tang that lingered in his mouth. Sero quickly filled the teacups, the steam rising in gentle spirals. Yours was filled with red raspberry leaf tea, a natural remedy for cramps. Meanwhile he sank constant comment into the cups for he and Denki.

With the teacups set aside to allow the tea to steep, Sero turned his attention to the chilled glass, holding it up to you. “Mana potion is up first” he teased, invoking the dorky inside joke- one of many that had become a cherished part of your relationship.

Sero lit the bubbler as you deeply inhaled the smoke carrying the promise of pain relief. Your lungs filled with the herbal remedy. A sense of calm began to spread through your body as the pain-relieving properties of the medical cannabis took effect, bringing a welcome break from the relentless cramps.

Denki's hands lingered over your stomach, his fingers delivering the faintest current, just enough to mimic the sensation of a TENS unit. Each kiss he planted on the nape of your neck and the curve of your shoulder was tinged with a tiny spark. The cannabis amplifying the sensation to a delightful tickle that coaxed giggles from you. You shimmied backwards closer into his embrace, the warmth of his chest providing comfort as the medicinal effects began to ease your pain.

“You too, Denks, don't want you to stress yourself into a seizure” Sero piped up, his concern clear despite the teasing undertone. You ducked down, as he brought the bubbler to Denki's lips. A silent offer of relief for the empathetic hero who had been fretting over your pain all night.

The blond took a deep inhale, but firmly pulled Sero forward, sharing the smoke with him in an instant. As the smoke passed between them, Denki's lips crashed against Sero's in a rough kiss, quirk sending a tingly static shock to Hanta's snakebite piercings. Sero's kiss grew more aggressive as he held onto the smoke, caught between the need to exhale and the desire to keep kissing his boyfriend.

Finally breaking the fiery kiss, Sero leaned back, his hands firmly planted on the mattress to support himself. A smug expression spread across his face, as a thin tendril of smoke escaped his lips into the air between them.

Your eyes followed him as he pulled back from the intense kiss with Denki. “Now I'M the one getting jealous” you teased, only to be interrupted by another wave of pain. Denki responded with tender nuzzles against your shoulder, trying to comfort you through the lingering pain. Sero turned his attention back to the steeped tea. “Here, beautiful, health potion” he said, offering the teacup filled with the raspberry leaf concoction with a wink. A perfect cup of tea for your situation.

Turning to Denki, Sero handed him his own cup of spiced tea, subtly telling him it was his turn to relax as well. “Thanks, I can still taste the brass from the plug” the blonde muttered, his face contorting into a grimace as he stuck his tongue out.

Denki settled back against the soft support of the headboard, the warmth from the spiced tea gently seeping into his tense muscles. His left hand remained protectively curled around your hip, maintaining the comforting electric touch over your stomach.

Sero held his own teacup steady, the amber liquid barely moving as he maneuvered his way into his designated spot next to you. With a gentle stretch of his arm, Sero placed your now-empty teacup onto the bedside table with a quiet clink. Slipping under the soft covers, he found his place next to you and Denki. The three of you finally settled into your usual sleeping arrangement.

With the pain finally subsiding, your voice broke the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. “I'm sorry, guys…. This wasn't how I wanted to spend Valentine's Day night with you” you confessed wearily. Sero wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Denki, rested his head on the taller hero's shoulder, settling in closer for the night.

“Don't worry about it” Denki yawned with sleepy affection. “Any Valentine's Day I get to see you two is a good one” Sero chimed in, his words carrying the same sentiment. As the weight of the night's events began to lift, you felt your eyes grow heavy, the fatigue finally catching up. With a sense of peace, you drifted off to sleep, cradled between the two people you loved most in the world.

And, really, is there any better ending to Valentine's Day than that?

Author's Note: Struggled with describing the scene I saw in my head, sorry it didn't come out quite the way I wanted ^^; I just really like the comfortable rhythm that comes with being in a committed relationship for awhile.

Tags: @neon-gothicc @dcsiremc @bakubunny

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mintsbubbletea · 3 months

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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢 𝐂𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐨

Word Count: 1,455

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, cursing, fluff at the end.

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A/n: Reader has a plant quirk, I really love plants so I had to use it with my fav boy <3 Mi Cielo means my sky

Part 2

Many people were taken aback when Mr. Aizawa revealed that someone in the class had a Plant quirk. They all looked around, expecting someone with green vines for hair like Shiozaki. But to their surprise, it was you. You didn't fit their expectations at all. With your H/C hair and reserved demeanor, you didn't act like the typical plant-based quirk user. You were more focused on your studies and hero work, not caring about what others thought.

Some might assume that your introverted nature was a result of your parents' lack of affection. However, that couldn't be further from the truth. Your parents were incredibly loving and affectionate, always coming to your room to hug you and share stories about their day. They acted exactly how parents should, and you loved them dearly. But as you grew older, you developed your own opinions and preferences. You didn't want to be touched or show affection to others. Thankfully, your parents understood and respected your boundaries.

Instead of physical affection, you expressed your love by surrounding their house with beautiful plants. You created a lovely garden in the back where they enjoyed their breakfast, and filled the living room with vibrant greenery. Your earthy and down-to-earth touch mirrored their own personalities, and they adored that about you. Your mother, who also had a plant-based quirk, encouraged this as a way for you to show your love. Sometimes, in return for their understanding, you would give them a heartfelt hug.

You couldn't help but fall for Sero, even though you never spoke to anyone in class. Your quietness allowed you to observe him closely, noticing his kindness, his great friendships, and his outgoing nature - all of which caught your eye. However, you couldn't shake the thought that school is meant for education, not for falling in love with a cute boy who has tape coming from his elbows. You felt lost and unsure of what to do, especially since you weren't close to anyone at UA, and telling your parents would only lead to endless teasing.

So, you decided to do something that felt right. You made him plants that reminded you of him. Arriving a few minutes early to class, you pulled out a small succulent from your bag and carefully placed it on Sero's desk. Quickly returning to your seat, the rest of the class entered. "Hey, what's this?" Sero exclaimed, capturing the attention of his friends. "A fucking plant?" Bakugo chimed in. Sero picked up the handmade pot and examined the little plant in his hands. "Yeah, it looks healthy," he said with a smile. "I wonder who put it here," Denki pondered aloud before taking his seat. "Doesn't Y/n grow plants?" Mina questioned. All eyes turned towards you, causing you to freeze as you just opened your bag.

"Nah, they hardly ever talk to us, let alone Sero," Kirishima remarked, causing everyone to turn their gaze towards you. You snapped your head in their direction, a tinge of annoyance evident in your voice as you asked, "Can I help you with something?" Tilting your head slightly, you watched as their expressions froze. "N-nothing! Sorry, Y/n," Kirishima quickly apologized, but Denki interrupted him. "Did you give Sero this plant or not?" he questioned, snatching the pot from Sero's grasp. "Uh, no. Why would I do that?" you scoffed, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words. "Just because I can grow plants doesn't mean I'll do it for all of you," you rolled your eyes before turning away from them. You could have sworn you caught a glimpse of disappointment in Sero's eyes, but you didn't pay it much mind.

The following day, you repeated the same action, except this time, you filled the pot with marigolds, one of Sero's favorite flowers, or so you had overheard. As you settled back into your seat, they all entered the room. "Again?" Mina questioned, while you noticed Sero's eyes widen. "No way?" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face as he practically sprinted towards the pot. "It's just a flower, flatface," Bakugo remarked dismissively as he took his seat. "It's a Marigold, my favorite among them all," Sero spoke gently, his fingers caressing the delicate petals. "Hey, little one," he whispered, and in that moment, your heart melted. The way he treated the flowers with reverence and spoke to them, acknowledging that all living nature had feelings, only made you fall for him even more. You turned your head to the side, hiding your flushed face. "Are you alright, Y/n? Your face is turning red-" Before Deku could finish his sentence, you swiftly used your quirk, shooting out vines to cover his mouth. "Shut it," you hissed, glancing back at Bakusquad to ensure they hadn't heard you or Deku. Letting out a sigh, you released him. "Sorry," you said coldly, averting your gaze and capturing the attention of Dekusquad as they exchanged curious glances.

Throughout the week, you delighted in placing a new plant on his desk each day, each one a reminder of Sero. It was impossible to resist the joy of witnessing his reaction and the growing curiosity of your classmates about the flowers he would receive. Today, you hurriedly entered the classroom and carefully set down a Lapageria, a plant you had only read about and seen pictures of. As you placed the pot on the desk, a sudden movement caught you off guard - white tape swiftly wrapped around you. "I knew it!" you heard a voice exclaim. Frozen in place, you found yourself face to face with Sero, a mischievous smirk on his face as his tape held you tightly. "Let me go, Sero," you snapped, determined to maintain your composure. "And why would I do that to my secret admirer?" he teased, inching closer to your face. "Who said I gave you all those flowers?" you spat, struggling to break free from his grip. "I simply walked in and the flowers happened to be there." You glared at him, boldly lying to his face. "I think you're lying~" he smiled, his confidence unwavering. "You can stop pretending now, Y/n. I know it's you."

You let out a defeated sigh, finally giving up the struggle. "Fine, it was," you said, averting your gaze. "I only knew it was you because you were the only person around when I mentioned liking marigolds." Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you recalled that the Bakusquad was in the lounge area with Sero when he mentioned it, while you were alone in the kitchen. You tried to speak up, but all that came out was a squeak, leaving you speechless. Your face turned red as Sero laughed at your reaction. "I appreciate it, Y/n. I loved coming to school every day to see what kind of plant you grew for me. It made my day," he said softly. Finally gathering the courage, you looked back at him and spoke with a gentle smile, "I'm glad you liked them. These plants are like my babies, and I don't usually give them away without knowing if the person will take care of them." You paused for a moment before continuing, "And seeing you talk to them, acknowledging that they have feelings like we do, made me realize that you are the right person." You quickly shook your head, correcting yourself, "I mean, the right person to take care of the plants, not necessarily the right person for me. Although, I do like you and you kind of are the right person for me, but-" Sero interrupted you, placing a finger on your lips. "I understand what you mean," he chuckled, releasing you from his tape. "But I also think you're the right person for me." Once again, he left you speechless. He glanced behind him, hearing the sound of the approaching class. "Let's continue this conversation in my dorm. There, you can see how your 'babies' are doing," he smiled before leaning close to your ear. "See you later mi cielo" A shiver ran down your spine as the class entered, prompting you to quickly rush to your desk before getting caught.

As they all approached Sero's desk, Momo inquired, "So, which flower did you receive this time, Sero?" With a smile, he replied, "It's a Lapageria, also known as a Chilean bellflower." The sight of the stunning flower left everyone in awe. Ochaco chimed in, "It's absolutely adorable! I wonder who keeps surprising you with these beautiful flowers." Sero glanced at you, his smile gentle as he observed your blushing face. Feeling a mix of emotions, you turned your head away, concealing your smile behind your hand, as you rediscovered the joy of expressing happiness once more.

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morosis-haze · 9 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Trying challenges with mha boys. Ft. Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima x Gn!Reader | Warning: slight implication of reader having an aim/gun quirk in Kirishima’s part, mention of drowning in Kaminari’s part

Examples of challenges will be linked with each of the boys

Katsuki Bakugou

- sock challenge

- you’re explaining the rules and he’s getting into a position to attack you

-like damn couldn’t wait for every rule to be explained without looking like you’re about to tackle someone

- when you’re done saying the rules, and you both agree on being ready he waits for a second, then is on you the next second

- immediately has one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still, and he’s trying to lean down using his other available hand to grab at your sock

- now you’re trying to flip out of his hold

- if you’re a very determined person who doesn’t give up easily then this is definitely about to be a lot of back and forth

-each time you get a hold of each other you push the sock down by an inch before the other gets away

-after what felt like forever and even though it wasn’t, Kaminari came into the room about to ask for something of Bakugou

-When Kaminari came in seeing the weird ass position y’all seemed to be in while grabbing at each other's socks, he started laughing like a hyena while pulling out his phone to take a picture

-You used this moment to your advantage with Bakugou distracted, yelling at Kaminari, you grab off his sock all the way

-This lead to both you and Kaminari laughing as you high-five at the victory you made

-Bakugou calls you a cheater and demands a rematch

Eijiro Kirishima

-trust shot challenge

-brings it up to you and says it will be good practice for you

- reassures you if you shoot him that he’ll be fine with his quirk, but where was the reassurance on you not getting hit

- you go first getting behind the counter and aiming a nerf gun at the cup on top of your boyfriend’s head

-you tried a few times

-first two shots almost hit the cup

-til you finally got it knocking the cup down, 3rd time was in fact a charm

-now it’s his turn which is where the problem comes in

-he wasn’t good…

-one of the shots he took was an inch off from hitting your ear

-made you jump slightly seeing the nerf bullet go by from your side all close

- “I got it! I got it! don’t worry!”

- uhm lies you should be worried

- he’s hitting things all over next to you

-it was a shame when that pretty vase had to go

-next thing you know your back got hit

-you turn to face him not knowing this fool was shooting multiple times all quickly

-now he hit your temple

-when he realizes he gasps all dramatic

-“Babe, I’m sorry really! I did not mean to aim there”

-“Eijirou hand me the gun…now”

-it was time for revenge on the redhead

Hanta Sero

- lean challenge

- both of you saw it and wanted to make an attempt

- first time he wasn’t ready and you were about to slip out of the hold he had on your ankle

-quickly had to get you with his quirk before you just fell on the floor

-now you’re giving him a slight glare as he laughs nervously scratching the back of his neck

-try again and he gets it more together but you do swing a bit which made you think you were about to hit something

-eventually you get it together

-now it's your turn to lean him down and bring him back up

-yeah there were really no good first attempts from either side

-both of you falling on the floor

-laid out giggling at the failure to complete this

-takes a bit longer for you to properly keep him in your hold

-neither of you take it as a personal win just celebrate with each other for getting it done

Denki Kaminari

- high pour challenge

- brought it up to you

- he’s laughing already while positioning the camera just thinking about what might happen

- you didn’t fully understand what the point of this would be but you went along with it

-you didn’t go first arguing he was “about to drown you”

-he accepted it smiling not caring for the order he just wanted to try it

-when you first aim at his mouth you pour lightly

-“C’mon you do better than that”

-he’s egging you on to get it done faster what a mistake that was

-next thing you know he’s gargling and spitting it out

-“See this is why I didn’t wanna do it quickly.”

-you go to him patting his back for good measure, looking at him like he’s an idiot

-he only laughs and you feel slight concern for your boyfriend

-“It’s fine let’s just try again or we try on you now!”

-“Denki, no absolutely not, you’re not trying that on me.”

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touyasdoll · 2 years

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🇵🇺🇧🇱🇮🇨 🇮🇳🇩🇪🇨🇪🇳🇨🇾

pairing: Hanta Sero x f!reader

warnings: public sex (dressing room), exhibitionism, cervix fucking, choking, mirror sex, mild degradation, biting, creampie. he’s kind of a bully, but it’s sexy. he loves you, okay? he’s just a horny little shit.

basically: your boyfriend tags along on your shopping trip to have some fun with you in the dressing room.

You bring Sero along to shop with you and your bestie. He says he just wants to hang out with you both, take the opportunity to get to know them better, y’know?

But you know that he has an ulterior motive.

It doesn’t become apparent until the door to your dressing room opens and he slips inside, closing the door behind him and bringing his index finger to his lips to signal his need for your silence. You narrow your eyes, because you have a pretty good idea what he’s up to, but he also knows that you’re not going to do anything to stop him.

Of course, you don’t, because not two minutes later you have your palms pressed to the wall and his cock rubbing between your thighs. He hisses in anticipation, barely able to hang on long enough to drag the fat head of his dick against your folds to tease the both of you. It’s got to be his favorite part. Hearing the little gasp from your mouth and feeling your juices start to leak onto his already weeping tip while he fights every primal urge in his body to just sink into you already.

It’s like the high you get just as you’re approaching the highest point of the roller coaster. Creeping ever closer to a screaming good time, feeling the knots in the pit of your stomach wind tighter with the promise of adrenaline and pleasure.

And then there’s the tipping point. When he slides into you, glides straight into your snug, slick walls and starts snapping his hips. You almost wish that he’d take it easy for once, but no such luck. He’s aiming to kiss your cervix with every thrust, bullying your poor, abused cunt with no regard for the grandmother trying on church clothes in the stall beside you. He adores watching you struggle to contain yourself, clasping your hand over your mouth to keep all those lewd, lascivious noises from spilling out into the open air.

He doesn’t even cut you some slack when your friend returns with that top you wanted to try in another size. He does reach for the door though, threatening to offer your friend a peek at exactly what it is you’re trying on for size. You can see the amused smirk on his face in the mirror attached to the back of the door and he can feel the way you gush around him at the thrill of potentially being caught.

“What’s a’matter, baby?” He drapes himself over your back to whisper in your ear, his breath hot as his long digits reach around to wrap around your throat.

He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, because for Hanta it’s all about the build up, the promise of something more thrilling to come.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. Your pussy’s practically soaking the front of my jeans,” he chuckles, teeth running along the shell of your ear before before he nibbles on your lobe. “You want ‘em to see, don’t cha? Want your little friend to bear witness to the way I’m stretching you out.”

Your friend, who is still just on the other side of that door waiting for you to respond and wondering what in the hell is taking so long. They call your name again and it takes every last ounce of strength that you have to reply.

“Sorry. I’ll grab it in a sec,” you lie, barely getting the words out before you’re shuddering, knees growing weaker by the second. You clear your throat. “Just let me get decent real quick.”

At that, Hanta laughs. A near silent snicker against your shoulder. “Decent girls don’t take dick in dressing rooms,” he whispers huskily, nipping at your skin as his throat thrums with a deep, low groan that you feel more so than you hear.

“If you’re not gonna let me show you off,” he murmurs as he finally begins applying pressure to either side of your neck. “Will you let me cum inside you?”

He nuzzles the tip of his nose against the space between your neck and shoulder, his tone noticeably softer and sweeter as he approaches his release. He grins against your neck as your walls start tightening and places a kiss to your nape.

“M’gonna make you see stars and then I wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you all day. S’that okay with you, baby?”

It’s all you can do to nod while you crest over that peak. Your eyes shut tight and you bite down on the inside of your cheek, pressing your hand tighter to your mouth to hopefully smother any sounds that might slip free.

He revels in it, watches in amazement as you fall apart on his cock and struggle to hold yourself together. He thinks that you should appreciate the sight too, so he gives your throat a little squeeze and leans in to tell you to, “Open your eyes, gorgeous. Look at how pretty you are.”

You obey, eyes fluttering open to watch as he continues driving his hips into you, hitting that spot that has your vision blurry and comical stars floating around your now empty head.

His own eyes close a moment later as he fills you up and you watch the sheen of sweat on his face glisten in the harsh glow of the fluorescents. You’re so satisfied that you really aren’t quite sure how long it’s been that your friend’s been knocking on the door.

likes, comments, & reblogs are very much appreciated! <3

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sukislady · 2 years

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your husband sending you a picture of your kid while you’re working

— ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

— cw. your child takes mostly after your husband. hence the skin complexions.

— it’s also been brought to my attention that i’ve been mistagging things and it’s really made some people mad. i wasn’t going to change anything initially but after thinking about it i’ve realized it really isn’t fair to tag xreader and xoc together or to tag it when it has nothing to do with xreader. from here on out i’ll be mindful of what i tag. please accept this as a form of apology <3. i really do appreciate all of the people who interact with this blog and my posts.

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uravitypng · 2 months

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

pairing: denki kaminari x reader, (hanta sero x reader)

word count: 4.9k

content warnings/things in part four: one paragraph of a sex dream, drinking, petnames(babydoll & pretty girl), reader cannot be trusted keeping secrets when drunk, jealous denki(?), written with a chubby reader in mind, i think that's it for this chapter! /// minors do not interact (in later chapters there will be more smut and more explicit content!!)

a/n: this part took awhile to come out and i'm sorry about that but aaahh this chapter had me squealing at multiple parts while writing! i hope you all enjoy!

summary: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

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"Does that feel good?" You whimper and nod your head. His dick is so big that with every single slow, teasing, torturous thrust he's hitting that special spot that makes you see stars. Your back is arching as you try to get closer to him. He sticks two of his fingers in your mouth and you suck on his digits like they're his cock, he grins that signature grin of his and takes his fingers out, running his hand along your body making you shiver as you feel the cool metal from his rings. Afterwards taking his hand and going back up towards your neck. He's holding one hand to your throat, squeezing gently, and with the other hand he's grabbing onto one of your thick thighs tightly, he chuckles, "need words, pretty girl." Pretty girl? Where have you heard that before?

Your morning alarm wakes you up at that moment and as you wake up you can still picture that dream so vividly. Did... Did you just have a sex dream about Hanta?

That has certainly never happened to you before. You can only remember having a couple sex dreams and they were all when you were younger, you've had three in life up until this point, all about pro heroes, even now it's hard for you to look Hawks in the eye. You've never even had a sex dream about Denki in the past and you hope to god you don't. You wish you didn't have this one either. You know sex dreams don't necessarily mean anything and hopefully you'll be able to brush it off when you see him tonight. It was just a dream in the end, that's all.

It's Friday, the 30th, meaning it's Mina's birthday. Mina's house is massive, it's basically the size of a mansion, the opposite of your quaint flat. You shiver just thinking about how cold it must be in that house and if it isn't cold the heating bill must be huge to keep warm all those empty rooms.

Everybody has tried to take time off to spend the night to celebrate and no doubt get very drunk if Mina gets her way.

A few people from her agency are going to be there but she said she mainly wanted to keep it as her close friends from UA. When she told you that you felt less than thrilled about Friday knowing how close she is to Jirou, you've just seen her last month, do you and denki really have to see her again? It turns out though that Jirou is one of the people who couldn't take time off. Momo tried to get time off as well but she couldn't.

You spend your day leisurely getting ready. You shower when you wake up to try and get rid of the dream you've just had from your mind, after you decide to put a movie on while applying expensive strawberry scented moisturiser that you own for special occasions.

You leave yourself some hours to get ready in the evening. There is a few hours until you're suppose to be at Mina's and a couple hours until Denki's home. You know it's not some fundraiser or charity event and you know that there's not going to cameras or judgemental looks from anyone, you're going to be surrounded by friends but you still want to look nice so you start getting ready, giving yourself plenty of time in case your make up goes wrong if you decide to wear any or your outfit doesn't look right on you.

By the time Denki's home it's later than you expected, he was held up at work, and you're all ready to leave at this point but you stay in your room out of Denki's way knowing that he'll probably be rushing all over the place. You don't want to be in the living room if he comes out half dressed, not after your less than innocent dreams last night. You scroll on your phone aimlessly until you hear a knock on your door, "you in here 'doll?" Denki calls out.

"Yeah, just a minute," you reply back and grab your bag, opening the door. You and Denki unknowingly coordinated, black clothes and a leather jacket, combat boots and matching friendship bracelets that you made out of string when you where children that you both still wear to this day, the friendship bracelets colours influencing your future hero costume colours. You leave the house on time, knowing that if you get there late Mina will complain.

When you ring the doorbell Mina hugs you immediately, "oh my god, babe, you look so good, you're the best, let's get you a drink." You chuckle over the fact she completely ignored Denki. She's already tipsy and it's only seven thirty. She drags you both inside and kicks the door closed behind her.

Ochako is already there sitting on the floor in the living room holding a cocktail in her hand. You grin knowing that you get to see drunk Ochako. 'She's so fun when she's drunk.' You didn't know you spoke out loud until Denki responded back, "you're fun drunk too but that's mainly because you're loose-lipped when you've had a few."

"Hey! I take offence to that y'know and I don't even know what you're talking about." You sit down next to Ochako and Denki sits on the sofa.

"Hi guys," Ochako says smiling at you both. "What are you taking offence too?" She asks curiously.

"How when she's drunk she's loose-lipped," he says back to Ochako while laughing causing her to laugh too.

Mina comes backs to you three, overhearing the conversation, with some drinks in her hand for you and Denki to take, plus another one in her hand for herself.

"Denki is right though. You're not very good at keeping things to yourself when you're drunk. Remember when you admitted that you thought Aizawa sensei was attractive?" Mina says, cackling at your dismay.

"Please let's never talk about that again." You bury your head in your hands, they all laugh.

With the coaxing of the others you end up having a drink, beforehand getting Denki to promise to not let you get too drunk. You make idle chat while nursing your second drink by the time you hear the doorbell ring. Mina gets up to open the door and in walks Katsuki and Toru. You all perk up seeing the two together, you knew Hagakure was coming but you never guessed she'd turn up with Katsuki.

Katsuki turns to you all, scowling, already having his arms crossed, knowing exactly what you're all going to say. "We met each other at the door dumbasses," he explains ahead of time before you even get the chance to question him.

Toru comes up to you and starts talking animatedly. Her energy is so contagious it's impossible not to match her energy as you say hello and ask each other about your day. You don't notice that Denki smiles as he watches you catch up and look so enthusiastic talking to everyone. Soon everyone is sitting around, all settled and talking when some people from Mina's agency come in. Not that long after that Hanta and Eijirou arrive last.

Hanta comes around the sofa to the floor right where you're sitting and sits in between you and Ochako. "Hey ladies, what are you drinking on this fine evening?" He asks peering into your glasses. You and Ochako reply and Hanta grins, "oh what a treat, we get to witness you both drunk tonight."

Denki takes note that straight away Hanta came to you and his knee jerk reaction is that he doesn't like that one bit. Mizuki, one of the people from Mina's agency swoops in and comes into the living room looking for a seat. "You can have my spot if you want. I don't mind sitting on the floor," he responds having his own private short interaction, using it as an excuse to join you on the floor.

"I know right Sero! I can't wait until they get really drunk and they both start spilling all their secrets," Mina says eagerly.

"I don't do that." you defend yourself once again, this time Uraraka nods her head agreeing with you as now she's been lumped in with you.

Hanta grins mischievously after seeing you get defensive at the statement, "I don't know about that remember that time when you told us about how you thought a certain pro hero and old teacher of ours was attractive," he teases you. You tell him to shut up but he carries on, "and didn't you once also admit that you kissed Monoma prior to graduating and then there was that time you-"

You cut him off, "you're all the worse," you groan, "and that was a moment of weakness," you add on referring to your kiss with Monoma. You don't know what he was going to say if you didn't stop him from speaking more and you don't want to.

Laughs fill the room at your mistakes and misery. "You might have to fill us in on some of that guys," someone from Mina's agency announces and Kiri starts filling them in on any of the missed context.

"Sayaka isn't there this perfect girl who just started at the office who would be just right for Sero?" Mina sits up to momentarily kneel leaning towards her, giddy, before sitting back down down.

"That new secretary? She is very cute. I don't know about perfect but I think they'd be good together," Sayaka responds and it's clear that she's the more rational one out of the two.

Hanta stretches out, "what's she like?" He inquires and you vaguely pay attention to what he says and the way his top somewhat lifts up as he stretches but still converse separately with Katsuki about the new issue of a manga that you both are a fan of.

Mina tells him about her hobbies and her appearance. She's thin, with sleek black hair and bright vibrant green eyes. She likes baking, singing, going to the gym and going on walks and hikes, when Mina's explaining all this it sounds like it's been ripped off a dating profile. Following Mina's description you then heard Sero say, "she might just be the one Ashido."

If you were paying full attention to them you would of noticed his kidding tone but you didn't. You whip your head around in shock, "what?"

Hanta's signature grin get's impossibly wider, "I'm only joking but I'm curious why you're so invested." He rests his chin on his palm, smiling toothily.

Denki downs the rest of his drink.

"It's not like I'm interested Hanta. I'm just surprised that you were talking about settling down." Maybe he does want to settle down, you suddenly remember that you'd forgotten to ask Kiri if he knew if Hanta wanted a relationship or not.

"I'm surprised too if I'm honest Sero. I thought you'd be that playboy type forever." Kirishima agrees with your opinion.

"Really?" Hanta looks perplexed. "I go on dates all the time."

"I never thought they were serious. I just assumed that Mina convinced you to go on them," Kirishima explained.

"Mina does convince me but that doesn't mean I don't want a girlfriend."

"I never knew that," Uraraka comments.

"I've got many layers," he responds playfully.

"Like an onion," Denki adds on making you snort and push his shoulder.

"Does that mean I can give her your number?"

"Yeah, if you want. She doesn't seem like my type at all though Mina but you never know."

"Ugh what is your type then?" Mina complains.

Hanta chuckles as replies, "not her."

Hanta flicks his eyes over to you and grins as you catch his eyes you grin back. "I expect another date story Hanta."

He leans close to you and hums tipsily, "of course pretty girl," before leaning back to his original position. Your face flushes fleetingly as you hear the petname he has said to you twice now, three times if you're counting your dream.

Denki shuffles towards you and holds up his drink, taking your attention off what Hanta just called you. You look at him questioningly. "Try it, it's nice. It's some drink that Yaoyorozu brought back from when she went abroad. I think you'll like it," he beams at you and you feel your face heat up at the proximity, you're definitely tiptoeing on the line of drunk now. You doubt you'll like whatever's in the cup, you and Denki have drastically different tastes when it comes to alcohol. Either way though you take the straw and take a sip pleasantly surprised that you like it. Denki lights up even more as he watches your reaction. "See, I knew you'd like it. It's not really my thing, I think it's alright but I knew you'd enjoy it. You should trust me more."

"I always trust you Denks," you take another sip from his drink.

His eyes soften and his voice sounds more sincere and less humorous than before, you're too busy toeing the line to notice his sincerity, "yeah you do, don't you." He softly smiles at you and offers you the rest of his drink.

A little later on in the night most of you are completely drunk, Katsuki, Sayaka and Yukio are the only completely sober ones out of the group. Even Hanta is still buzzed which is uncommon as he's got a fairly high tolerance for alcohol.

"I heard through the grape vine that you hooked up with Tsu," Mina asks Uraraka with a mischievous glint in her eye. That is complete news to you, the last you knew is that Ochako was still hung up on Midoriya, forever waiting for him to make a move.

Uraraka hums while smirking, "a girl doesn't kiss and tell."

"Boooo!" Mina responds and you giggle.

Toru speaks up trying to get more information out of her. "What about the last person you had any kind of sexual moment with?"

"Sexual moment?" Sero snickers.

"I'm trying to be broad here Sero, I'll start, mine was kissing Ojiro." Hagakure states.

"That's not very shocking he's your ex," Mina deadpans.

Toru hushes her and starts speaking again, "do you want to know about Tsu or not?"

"I'll tell you mine as well if you tell us," Mina promises.

"I'll tell you if you all say it."

"No way," you speak up after listening into the conversation but putting in no input. 'Sexual moment?' Would that include what happened to you last night and if it did it is rotten luck. You don't want to admit that you thought about Hanta last night but you know that you've drunk a fair amount tonight and it's plausible that if someone goads you on the matter you would let it slip.

You get up from where you were sitting and wobble while trying to stand up straight, you fetch another drink from the side and plop back down to where you were sitting. Hanta grins while watching you sway. "You alright there?" He says with a teasing tone.

"Shut up," you say, slightly slurring your words.

Hanta looks back at everyone else after looking at you and grinning for a couple beats, "I'll tell you Uraraka. I don't know what counts as a 'sexual moment'," he puts sexual moment in quotation marks and gleefully continues the sentence like previously said and says, "but I had a one night stand about a month ago." Ochako excitedly questions who it was while stumbling over the sentence drunkenly. "Someone from a nightclub."

"Boring," Ochako elongates the 'o'.

"You tell us if it was Tsu then."

"Not telling," Ochako replies cheekily.

"Boring," you copy what she previously said, laughing because of that though her attention switched over to you.

You thought you were able to leave unharmed by her questioning by getting a drink and Sero answering but apparently not, "what about you?"

You play dumb, in hindsight it wasn't the best idea you've ever had but you had three shots at this point, you had drunk whatever denki had given you and you were currently on your fourth usual drink. "About what?"

"You know what."

"I really don't."

"Sexual moment." Ochako replies. This causes Hanta to chuckle again.

There's no way out of it this time. "Oohh, that... I'm not telling." You respond and stick your tongue out.

Ochako doesn't approve of your answer, she keeps asking you and you're too intoxicated to realise that she's being hypocritical.

Because of her constant demanding that you tell her people who previously weren't apart of the conversation look over to you wondering what was happening. Out of panic you quickly mumble, "I had a sex dream last night."

"Who was it about?" Mina and Denki respond at the same time. Mina was practically bouncing with joy wanting to know who it was but Denki's tone was different, his was curious and cautious.

'No one important, it doesn't matter. I answered your question about my last sexual moment.' You thought you answered them out loud when you said that but it seems that instead your mouth said something wildly different to what your brain wanted to say. "Someone here," your eyes widen and you slap your hands over your mouth.

"Oh, really?" Sero smirks at you.

You down your drink and avert your eyes from everyone. "What about you then, huh, Sero?"

Sero laughs, "I've already told everyone."

You pause for a second, furrowing your eyebrows, "oh yeah." Everyone laughs at your expanse and you pout. Your response has piqued everyone's interest. Picking up your drink and going to take a sip of it you remember that you finished it in one go, you look back at Denki and take his drink out of his hand. "I'm in serious need of this Denks." You're unaware of this but he is in serious need of that drink too, he lets you have it of course but his brain is going at a hundred miles per hour. You had a sex dream and it was someone here. He's here... he's not the only one who's here though. His palms are sweaty and he tries to wipe his hands on his jeans inconspicuously as he see's how close you're sitting to Sero. Sero's here too.

"Come on," Uraraka whines. "You've got to tell us!"

"I really don't Ochako." you say flatly.

"If you tell us I'll tell you."

"It could of been about any of you, you're all attractive. Is that an efficient answer?"

"You think I'm hot?" Mina says gleefully.

You groan and lay down on the floor. "You're all terrible people."

"Kaminari! What about you?" Even though she's invisible, Toru is practically gleaming as she gazes at him.

"Yeah, come on. You're just as much of a playboy as Sero, always flirting," Ochako presses.

"Hey! I don't do that anymore. Sero is way more of a playboy than me. I don't even know what my last sexual moment was, it was so long ago."

Hanta smirks against the rim of his glass before drawing it away from his lips, "I don't believe that for a second if it was 'so long ago' you'd remember what it was."

Denki yields, "I guess mine was also a sex dream, I get them sometimes."

"'Sometimes' huh?" Hanta smirks.

Denki's cheeks become tinted red and the tops of his ears are the same as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. You can't help but think how cute he is when he's all red. Your inebriated brain is trying not to think too much about who those dreams might be about because if you did find out it would be hard to swallow no matter who they're about, even if you know he has no control over the dreams and they don't explicitly mean anything, just like yours didn't.

Your inebriated state can only do so much though as while you try not to think about who they are about you picture yourself in their place. You blink a few times briskly in an attempt to not remind yourself how Denki looks when he's shirtless around the house or at the beach or when he's just come out of the shower, water dripping down his chest, lean body that you've gazed at more times than you'd like to admit and his happy trail that matches the colour of his hair. Faint freckles that dust his shoulders and surprisingly built upper arms. You've never seen the rest of his body though, you wonder what- you shake your head rapidly to try and stop thinking about him, this time more successful than the excessive blinking.

You opt to save Denki from any more further teasing from Hanta, even if your decision was mostly a selfish one to take your mind of his answer. "What about you Kiri?"

He makes a sound of confusion, "huh?"

"What was the last time you did something sexual with someone?"

"A sexual moment," Hanta adds on with an easygoing smirk, subsequently making you laugh.

Kirishima responds by telling you all it was his ex-girlfriend. You're not particularly stunned by this but others are even if they broke up close to a year ago. Kiri has never liked the idea of flings or sex without feelings, he's always labelled himself as a romantic.

Bakugou vehemently refuses to answer the question when directed at him.

Later into the night you and Yukio are discussing the last gala, both of you attended but neither of you saw each other. Yukio was only drinking water tonight and because of that he was still more put together than others, including yourself, whose outfits were all askew by now and hair in disarray. Yukio has a very comforting presence with his warm smile and snow white hair. His slate gray eyes making him look half a decade older than he really is due to all the stress of hero work. Maybe that's one of the reasons why he notices the same things you do, perhaps you're both equally overworked and need a break.

"There was rather a lot of photographers that night, wasn't there? More than normal I thought, it was fairly odd." You nod your head in agreement, you thought the same thing. Maybe you should both take some time off at your respective agencies. "Hopefully they caught my good side though," he jokes and you share the same sentiment, only this time it's genuine and not a joke like him. You'd hate if they took bad angle photos that showcase your insecurities. Your body self esteem has been decent of late, you don't want some paparazzi to make it lousy.

After more alcohol and even more gossiping and chatting somehow you get dragged into doing karaoke, singing duets with Kirishima and Hagakure at the top of your lungs. They're better singers than they let on, you on the other hand not so much. At the best of times it's not your forte but when you're slurring your words the skill set difference becomes even more noticeable.

"Has anyone told you that you look beautiful tonight?" Sero grins at you, always the flatterer. Mina was the only one to mention your outfit and your appearance. After spending so long on it it's wonderful hearing someone else compliment you and also say you look good.

"Not as beautiful as you fine gentleman," you say play along, laughing. Hanta does look good, just like everyone else, wearing a grey button up with jeans and an orange and silver chain link drop earring, really tying in the whole casual alternative look that he normally has outside of his hero persona.

"Thank you I try my best," he teases you. You lean on his shoulder and snicker calling him a dumbass. "Careful there you're starting to sound like Bakugou."

"Oh goodness anything but that!" You joke.

Katsuki and Toru are standing pretty close together and you wonder if it was truly a coincidence that they came to the door together. Coincidentally your intoxicated brain ignores the fact that Kirishima is standing even closer to Bakugou on his other side.

You don't know what they're talking about but you caught a couple words 'group, beach' however you may have misheard because it also sounded like 'grope, bitch.' You believe it's likely the first set of words you heard because you highly doubt they'd say the other words, unless they were quoting something someone said, like Mineta.

No one's doing karaoke anymore but music is still playing in the background, not too loud to not have conversations but loud enough that you can still dance and sing to the songs. "Denkiiii, dance with me!" You grab Denki's wrist and try and pull him up with you so you can dance.

Denki chuckles and doesn't move, "you'll fall over if you dance babydoll."

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is."

"Well that's more of a reason for you to dance with me so you'll catch me," you giggle trying to pull him up again, unsuccessfully.

Instead of letting you pull him up, he pulls you down making you shriek. You land right next to him so close your foreheads almost bash into one another and he laces your fingers with his while you were falling down. "Meanie," you pull a face. Unlinking your fingers from his, you wrap your arms around his neck and whine trying to convince him against the crook of his neck, "come on! Dance with me." You try and pull him up again while still holding onto him but from where you're sitting the only thing you manage to do is to get Denki to wrap his arms around you. You're currently still draping your arms around him and he's wrapped his arms around your plush waist tightly like he's afraid to let you go.

You stay like this for some time, holding each other, you can't tell if the hug lasted for five seconds or five minutes. When he separates from you he makes sure you've also separated from him so he can look at you properly and make eye contact. Denki smiles at you fondly, "promise you'll try not to bump into anything or fall over? I've been drinking as much alcohol as you, I might not be able to catch you. We might just end up falling down together."

"Sounds perfect," you reply happily pulling him up by linking your hands again, this time he lets you pull him up and you successfully and safely dance together, without falling over, until you're out of breath, him spinning you around and the both of you dancing up and down.

When it gets even later in the night you're getting more and more drunk and because of that you are in fact becoming more talkative and more likely to blab about your secrets and feelings like everyone said. You should leave soon before you spill anything but you're talking to Ochako and tell her that you thought she still liked Midoriya.

"I'm just stunned that's all. I didn't realise you were into Tsu." You grab hold of her hands and slightly shake them up and down, leaning close to her so she can hear you over the music. "I'm so pleased. I thought you'd like Deku forever," you whine at her and pout. "You're the best. I love you, you know, and you deserve better than to wait years for Midoriya to confess."

Ochako giggles and shakes your hands up and down with you. "I know," she whines back. "Deku's great and all but I'm so glad I've got Tsu now."

"So you and Tsu really are a thing?" You gasp. Ochako beams at you and nods her head. You squeal in giddiness.

"If we're here telling secrets you've got to tell me about Kaminari. It's pretty obvious that you're dating but I still want to hear you say it," she tells you. "I don't want you to ask me to be your bridesmaid before you even let me know you're together."

"What are you jabbering about?" You grumble starting to fiddle with your fingers bashfully.

"Come on, it's not fair if you don't tell me otherwise. I don't know why you were acting so elusive earlier about the sex dream you had, it was clearly about Kaminari."

Your face heats up at the implications and drunken images flash through your mind about Denki in bed for the second time tonight. Is it that obvious about your true feelings? "I swear there's nothing going on. He's my best friend. That's all."

"I don't believe that." Uraraka crosses her arms and looks at you.

"I'm telling the truth, Denki's been into Jirou since UA and my dream last night wasn't even about him."

A smirk appears on her face at this new founded information and the unfamiliar tone you used that she didn't recognise as you spilled. "ooh, who was it about then?"

"This might be the worst drunken experience of my life," you mumble.

Ochako laughs, "I'll get you to tell me one day. I'll get you to tell me everything."

"I'll never tell," you respond adamantly.

You turn your head to look at Hanta, Denki, and Eijirou who are all engaged in conversation. A gentle smile appears on your face.

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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being teased about your crush on sero

pairing: hanta sero x gn!reader

tags: best friends to lovers, wholesome fluff

all of your friends were convinced that you were in love with your best friend – hanta sero!

not a day would go by where they wouldn't tease you about it, always bringing up how close the two of you were. they didn't even shy back to mention it while hanta was around!

not like his friends were any different though. katsuki, denki, kirishima and mina always acted like he was already dating you, calling you hanta's girlfriend in front of everyone

he'd always scold them, but it never stopped them from doing the same again just a few days later...

naturally that made things a little awkward between the two of you. mostly because everything your friends said was true.

you did like hanta, you just didn't want him to know about it. it could potentially ruin your friendship if he didn't feel the same way about you and you couldn't bear losing him.

hanta noticed how much it seemed to bother you when your friends and his teased you about it. the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable around him!

not when he was in love with you as well and tried to keep you close to him

he worried that if your friends went too far, you'd eventually distance yourself from him. and he couldn't bear losing you either…

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heartofjasmina · 8 months

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stoner!Sero who tells you in his husky voice about all the nerdy side of weed, terpenes, the difference in percentages and how that related to the strength of the strain. you're too high to pay attention to the finer details, but his voice was soothing and steady. you cuddled close to him, watched his lips move and drifted between thinking of kissing him and wanting to listen to him forever.

#sero hanta #hanta sero #sero x reader #hanta x reader #jasmina writes 🌸

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hentyehottie · 2 years

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Hii your blog is so cute and I love the way you write. Can I request a chubby reader x stoner roommate sero.( ima pothead myself 😅) And some smut please cause I’m so weak for this man.

Thank youuuu 🥹💕 & this def might get a part 2 cause I’m in love with stoner Sero 🥺🫶🏾

c/w: 18+ MDNI

❀

It was around 1am and the two of you sat in Sero’s smoke-filled, glossy black Subaru BRZ , parked in a desolated area of your building’s car lot. AC blasting while slow r&b played from his Bluetooth.

Your legs in his lap as you sat with your back facing the door. You re-lit the joint you were holding, hitting it while you watched him rolling another. His thin, nimble fingers were so precise with every roll and tuck, he could probably do this with his eyes closed at this point.

It only made sense to be doing this on a Friday night. There was no class the next day and Sero was off from work for the next two days.

Exhaling the smoke from your lungs, you held the joint to his lips, letting him hit while his hands were occupied.

He took a deep hit, holding it for a while before letting the white smoke escape his airways. Watching the seasoned pro got your pussy soaking wet every time.

He ran his tongue up the side of the joint before plopping it in the unused cup holder.

Sero grabbed the lit joint from between your fingers, hitting it and leaning over to blow the smoke into your mouth.

His cologne was damn near intoxicating, he smelled so damn good and you just wanted to climb into his shirt with him.

Of course he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t press a kiss to your lips, loving how flustered the gesture made you. He explored your mouth as you did his, tongues tasting each other’s as they fought for dominance.

He finally pulled back and both of you stared into each other’s pink-tinged eyes, breathless and aroused.

He rubbed his hands over your legs, trailing up your thick thighs and then back down, loving the way your soft skin felt.

Y’all planned to just smoke, but things never went as planned once he gave you that look.

Which is exactly why you were leaned over the middle console with your shorts and panties halfway down your thighs. Sero slouched back against the car door, pulling you into his lap once you got your bottom half naked for him.

He hooked an arm around your right leg while you held the left one back so you could be spread wide for him.

Your right arm draped over his chest to play with his ear, something you knew he loved, while he rubbed your pussy. You hazily watched as Sero scooped up a gush of slick, sliding his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean.

“You taste so good baby.” He wasn’t bullshitting when he said it either. Sweet, fragrant & a little tangy is how he’d describe it, and he was fuckin’ addicted.

He did the same, rubbing his fingers around in your wetness and licking them clean one more time before pulling them out of his mouth and slipping them inside of you.

“F-Fuck.” You let out a breathy moan as the lengthy digits stretched you out, reaching so much further than yours ever could. His pace was nice and slow, letting you get adjusted before he was full on fucking you with his fingers.

“Ha-Han.” Your moans came out in pants when his thumb began to strum at your clit, pussy still stuffed with his fingers. Sero was so fucking good with his fingers, working your body like a well learned instrument. He knew just where to poke and prod, toying with the rigid, squishy spot at the roof of your cunt.

“Feel good hun?” He asked, taking your closed eyes and slow nods as a yes. “Perfect. So perfect for me baby.”

He was so affectionate it made you want to melt. Placing kisses all over your neck and cheek, whispering sweet nothings in your ear eliciting the sexiest moans from your lips, smirking when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers. “Pussy squeezing my fingers so tight, love.”

His fingers gradually slowed, your orgasm slowing down with them, until they were just keeping warm in your cunt.

“Hantaaa.” You whined, making him pop your thigh.

“Relax,” He leaned up, ready to switch positions. “I wanna eat your pretty pussy.”

You nodded, gripping his wrist and sliding his fingers out of your cunt. “Wait..lemme taste.”

You sucked his wet fingers into your mouth, humming in delight as you wrapped your tongue around them, making sure to lick them clean.

It took every ounce of control he had not to bust in his pants as he watched you through hooded eyes, wishing your lips were wrapped around his thick dick instead.

“Mmmm. Okay, how you want me?” You asked licking your lips.

“C’mon, Lola Bunny.”

You giggled at the dumb nickname he gave you after that damn Twitter challenge, since it was both of your favorite position.

You straddled his face, letting out a startled gasp when he roughly pulled you down. He began lathering your cunt with licks, cleaning up the mess he made earlier.

He tapped your thigh twice, which meant he wanted you to rise up.

“Don’t be shy babe, you know what I like.” He spoke, placing a hard smack on your juicy ass.

You nodded your head as you lowered yourself onto his tongue letting out a sigh as the thick appendage filled your pussy. Sero gave a soft moan as your delicious juices coated his tongue.

He moved his hands from your thighs, giving you free reign to use him however you wanted. Sero loved that you were never overly gentle with him, sure he was a skinny guy but he knew what he could handle.

You slipped a hand under your hoddie, pinching and pulling at your nipples while the other one was threaded throughout his inky hair as you rubbed your pussy up and down his face.

His muffled ‘mhm’ gave you all the courage to go faster, loving the sensation of his tongue filling your cunt and his nose bumping your clit with every rock of your hips.

He reached down to pull his basketball shorts down, cock smacking his stomach with a small thud. Sero rubbed small circles over the head with his thumb, lazily stroking his fist up and down all eight and a half inches while you rode his face just how he liked.

“F-fuck I’m gonna-.” You cried out as your juices squirted all over him. He drew his tongue over your folds a couple more times before you lifted yourself off.

You breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath as you started down at him.

He smiled stupidly, a sight to behold—as his mouth, cheeks and nose were completely covered in your slick. He lifted the bottom of his shirt, wiping his face before sitting up and pulling the shirt completely off, tossing it to the floor.

Still on your knees, you leaned over and arched your back for him. Of course the car was the perfect place for him to give you those devilish back shots you loved so much.

Although he would’ve loved to fold you in half in his backseat, he appreciated the sight of you presenting him your gorgeous pussy and cute little asshole much more.

Wasting no time he pressed himself against you, sliding his cock deep inside your pussy. The both of you moaned, your toes curling as he began to fuck you.

“Damn baby.” He let out a hiss, watching you cover him in more of the creamy white with every thrust. “Creaming all over my dick.”

Hanta pressed his fingers deeper into your soft love-handles, holding you tighter. His slender hips slammed against you time and time again, burying his thick cock deep into your pussy every single time.

He fucked you nice and hard, so hard you were sure someone had to notice the way the car rocked as he pounded you.

“Baby I’m gon-gonna cuummm.” You moaned. Your body felt like it was on fire from the intense pleasure Sero brought you.

“Uhhuh, gonna cum for me pretty girl?” He praised, rubbing his big hands all over your body. Your chubby tummy, back, thighs, ass—nothing went untouched by him as he fucked you to your second climax.

“Yesssss fuck Hant..ahh.” You moaned his name as you came, warmth engulfing him as you creamed all over his cock. “Hanta I’m cumminggg.” You whined as he continued to fuck in and out of you.

“Yeah, that’s right.” He sighed, leaning his head back as he pulled his limp cock out of your pussy after cumming with you.

Your hole clenched from the after shocks, squeezing more and more of his cum out, gifting him the most alluring creampie he’d ever seen.

He used his already soiled shirt to clean you up, helping you back into your shorts one leg at a time, chuckling when you could barely stand without his help.

“How you feel?” He asked, rolling the windows down and letting all the smoke out.

“I’m hungry and sleepy.” You were still a little dazed and out of breath, wanting nothing more than to climb into his warm bed and cuddle.

“Well let’s get you some food love.” Hanta replied as you both exited the car.

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zazter-den · 6 months

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Tripped Up Part 1

MDNI

Synopsis- Your room mate tried to warn you about dresses with zippers that go all the way down, luckily Sero knows how to warm you up- If you'd let him. (No Smut til Part 2)

Reader Characteristics- purple hair, chubby/curvy, high anxiety, female. Jokingly referred to as 'princess' (royalty, not ageplay).

Warnings- Accidental Exhibitionism.

Tags- Panic Attack Comfort, Aged Up, Fluff, Wardrobe Malfunction.

Word Count- 4200, Part 1.

“Stop. Laughing.” You ground out at your best friend and room mate as you struggled to keep the bandage dress on your body. The partial spandex material refused to stay stretched and wrapped around you, revealing glimpses of your front for all to see. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you clenched the unruly dress closed in one hand while juggling your cellphone in the other. “It's not funny, Denks.” Denki Kaminari begged to differ, judging from his loud wheezing laughter that nearly echoed through the cell speaker. You shot the phone an irritated glare, even though he couldn't see it. Denki's laughter only intensified at your words. “Are you kidding me? This is the funniest thing I've heard all week, especially since I told you not to buy that damn dress.” he crowed.

“You were right, I was wrong- Now please pick my ass up because I can't leave this fucking alley” You groaned, the sound amplified by the stone walls. You wedged the cellphone between your shoulder and ear, desperately trying to keep the dress from slipping further but the struggle felt futile.

"No can do," Denki's laughter subsided, tinged with a hint of regret. "I'm on shift for another 2 hours," he sighed, almost sympathetically. You groaned in frustration, hopes of a quick rescue dashed.

“Seriously, Denks? Can't you just take a break to bring me clothes or something? It's an emergency” You fought back the rising desperation in your voice. You were at your wit's end, trapped in this embarrassing predicament. “My ass is in a thong, fishnets and not much else here, now that my dress snapped off my body.”

As you spoke, a chill breeze swept through the narrow space between the buildings, sending a shiver down your spine. You hugged yourself, trying to ward off the cold. Damn it, this sucked.

"Not this time, I'm on patrol on the other side of the city. You should call Sero, he's in your area grabbing food anyway," Denki suggested, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. He knew all too well about your crush on his best friend, and he never missed an opportunity to playfully prod at your feelings.

You were, of course, fucking mortified by Denki's suggestion.

"Absolutely not!" you protested vehemently. The thought of asking Sero for help in your current state was enough to make you want to disappear into thin air. The last thing you wanted was to show up in front of Sero looking like a hot mess, with the semi-spandex dress barely clinging onto your body. "I can't just call him out of the blue for- this!"

Your heart sank as Denki's voice on the other end of the line grew distant. "Look, you need someone to pick you up, it's too cold to stay out in this. Be brave and call Sero or ring a cab," his words trailed off as your ears picked up Mina's voice in the background, urgently telling Denki they needed to go. “I'll seeya when my shift is over.”

"Wait, Denki- Denks? Denks!" you called out, panic creeping into your voice as you heard nothing but silence on the other end. "Fuck," you cursed under your breath, frustration twisting your stomach into knots. Looking down, you scrolled through your contacts, hesitating between calling Sero or hailing a cab through the line. The thought of Sero seeing you in such a compromising position made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment all over again. But the freezing temperatures and the realization that waiting out in the cold was not a viable option pushed you to make the tough choice.

Summoning a cab seemed like the fastest way to salvage your dignity and get home, but the question remained—how would you even explain your current, uh, “situation” to the driver? Your wardrobe malfunction was far from ideal, coupled with the edgier style of your outfit and makeup, you could already see judgmental look on the driver's face.

Alone in the dark alley, you took a deep breath, attempting to collect yourself. "I'll be fine," you said aloud, more to convince yourself than anything else. You clung to the hope that Denki would be able to help you once he finished his patrol.

As if the universe wanted to taunt you further, flurries started falling from the dark storm clouds overhead, like icy confetti mocking your current predicament. You shivered as the cold wind picked up, cutting through your thin attire. You huddled closer against the off AC unit, seeking whatever little shelter it could provide. You hugged yourself tighter, your exposed skin prickling with the icy touch of the snowflakes. Your mind raced, considering the options. Waiting until Denki finished his patrol seemed foolish now, as frostbite became an imminent threat.

"This is stupid. I'm being stupid." you muttered to yourself. With a determined but shaky fingers, you decided to call Sero instead of rolling the dice with a stranger.

Your heart raced as you dialed his number. The phone rang for a moment before Sero's voice came through the line. "Yo, what's-" he began, but before he could finish his sentence, the embarrassment of the situation hit you again. Defying logic and reason- you immediately hung up the phone in a panic, unable to find the courage to explain the humiliating predicament to the hero you had been crushing on for weeks.

"What was I thinking? He's never gonna look at me the same way again," You muttered to yourself. anxiety gnawing at your stomach, as you tapped your forehead with your cellphone in your free hand. You put your phone away and tried to reposition the fighting fabric.

Your hands trembling at their positions keeping the dress wrapped around your body. You tried to push through the anxiety, but the fear of being exposed in such a state made it impossible for you to do something as simple and redial Sero's number. You pressed your back against the corridor wall, mind filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts.

Sero continued his walk down the street, the flurries falling gently around him. He had decided to order dinner from the Vietnamese place a few blocks away, craving something warm and comforting on this wintery night. The warm black jacket wrapped snugly around him, and his lace-up boots crunched against the freshly fallen snow, and honestly he liked nights like this. As he walked, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the screen lighting up with an incoming call.

He quickly answered the call, slinging the phone to his ear. "Yo, what's-" Before he could even finish his sentence, you hung up the call abruptly. He lowered his phone and stared at it perplexed for a moment. He did just get a call from you- right?

<<Did you call me on purpose?>> Sero typed up a text and hit the send button, hoping for a response that would clear his confusion. Just after he sent it, his head perked up, catching the sound of a message alert coming from an alley up ahead. Curiosity getting the better of him, Sero pocketed his phone and headed towards the source of the sound.

As Sero's eyes swept over the dark alley, he caught sight of familiar purple ponytails peeking over the top of a large AC unit. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could recognize your distinct hair anywhere. Wanting to respect your privacy, Sero quickly ducked out of the alley before calling out in a friendly but teasing tone, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, "Ya know, public urination is generally frowned upon."

“Sero?!” Your head snapped up in surprise, eyes widening with mortification. "That is not what I'm doing, you ass!" you retorted heavy with indignation, as you peeked over the top of the AC unit.

He couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at your snappy response. His playful smile widened as he watched your reaction. He couldn't help but find your embarrassed state adorable, and it made his heart skip a beat. Smiling warmly, he strolled closer towards your hiding spot, the snow crunching under his boots with each step. “Stay right there!” your voice nearly a barking order, and Sero stopped in his tracks.

"Alright, alright, no need to get worked up.” He raised his hands in a non-threatening manner, taking a step back to give you some space. Leaning casually against the alley wall, Sero raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully. His voice took on a gentler tone, a hint of concern coloring his words. “Just wanted to make sure you're okay. It's freezing out here, you know?"

Your heart raced as Sero's voice filled the air, care evident in his words. You clenched your fists tightly around your dress, frustration and embarrassment washing over. you couldn't let him see you like this, not when you had been harboring feelings for him for so long.

"Er- no, I'm good!" you called out, forcing a smile onto your face. "I'm just, uh, taking a breather, you know?" You said vaguely, trying to downplay the situation. "Just needed some fresh air and all."

“Heh, you're a terrible liar” Sero's keen eyes studied your face, picking up on the discomfort in your expression. He had known you long enough to know everything about your behavior seemed off. Stepping closer to the AC unit, his voice softened as he pressed, "Look- I can tell something's not right. You can trust me, you know. What's really going on?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you considered how much to reveal. Were you being foolish? Maybe, but the fear of humiliation still gripped you tightly regardless. Taking a deep breath, you decided to roll the dice, and made a split-second decision. "So..I bought this pretty black Tripp dress with belts all along the sides..."

"And it made me think of Lulu from final fantasy 10 and I loved it. I thought yo-" you cut yourself off as you stepped out from behind the AC unit, keeping your clothed back turned to Sero as you clung onto the fabric of your broken dress, trying in vain to cover your front. Your cheeks burned hot again as you mustered the words, forcing your voice above a whisper, "Anyway, it was a bandage dress with one long zipper all the way down- and Denki told me not to get the damn thing!" you rambled as you turned around to face him. "I just- I was heading out to grab food and the fucking zipper broke..!"

Sero didn't need to know that you had worn that dress hoping to run into him. The Vietnamese restaurant around the corner was the snowy weather ritual of Denki and Sero after all, regardless of whether their schedules matched up. Figures that you would try to "accidentally" run into Sero and your dress would come flying off, literally. God, you wished the earth would just swallow you whole.

Sero's eyes scanned your body on reflex. His gaze followed the curve of your thighs, the fancy fishnet tights slightly digging into your soft skin. His attention shifted slightly, taking in the glimpse of your ass visible through the gap between your thighs below your black lacy thong. It took all his willpower to tear his eyes away, a faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

But then Sero met your gaze, and his usual joking nature gave way to genuine concern. He could recognize the look in your eyes, the expectation that he would laugh or mock you for this incredibly embarrassing moment. Sero's chest tightened as he realized just how scared you were of being judged.

He couldn't help but notice the dampness of your hair from melted snowflakes and the slight tremor in your hands. "...How long have you been out here?" Sero asked, tone barely controlling the frustration that bubbled up.

"4.." you said trying to keep your tone casual as your teeth started to chatter, actively avoiding his eyes. You knew damn well you shouldn't have waited this long, but the fear of being judged by others, especially Sero, defied common sense regardless. You clenched your dress tighter around your body, trying to cover as much skin as possible.”40 minutes”

"Are you fucking kidding me..?" Sero muttered under his breath, his tone held more worry than mockery. He quickly shrugged off his warm black jacket, revealing his lean and muscular frame beneath a simple t-shirt, a stark contrast to his bulky upper arms. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them in a few quick strides.

“S-Stop!” you protested weakly, your voice shaking with your chattering teeth. "I can't take your jacket, Sero."

Sero clicked his tongue, a playful frown and his usual smirk crossing his lips. "Keep giving me orders, and I'm gonna start calling you 'Princess'," he shot back with a friendly lilt. The damascus steel rings on his fingers glinted in the lamplight as he held out the jacket.

“I can't take your jacket away from you!” your teeth chattered as you vehemently protested, voice laced with genuine concern. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by Sero's kindness and couldn't fathom the idea of him being exposed to the cold in his thin shirt because of you. Your breathe trembled with each word as you pleaded, "I-I'm serious, put it back on. You'll freeze out here too"

His signature grin now fully stretched across his face. "That sounded like another order, princess," he replied bluntly. “You are seriously the most stubborn woman I have ever met.”

Ignoring your protests, Sero draped the warm fabric of his black jacket around your trembling figure. The jacket enveloped you like a protective cocoon, the soft fabric brushing against your nearly bare legs as it reached down to mid-thigh. Sero's scent stayed with the warm embrace of the jacket, a mix of his cologne, the deep essence of sandalwood, and the comforting smell of old books.

The jacket fit loosely against your body while the sleeves where much larger to accommodate Sero's quirk, providing you with a sense of warmth and security. You couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief, feeling an instant sense of comfort wash over. As you nestled deeper into the jacket, tucking your hands within the sleeves, you could feel Sero's lingering warmth and scent all around. It was as if he had enveloped you in his protective embrace, shielding you from the biting cold and the chaos of the outside world.

You found yourself mesmerized by the scent that surrounded you a heady mix of cologne and nostalgia. It was uniquely Sero, and the familiar aroma sent a thrill down your spine. Your cheeks flushed hot again, your heart racing with the close proximity and the sheer intimacy of the moment. You couldn't help but wonder if Sero's scent would still linger on you even after you returned the jacket.

"Th-thank you," you stammered, your voice filled with gratitude and a hint of embarrassment. Despite your reluctance at first, you couldn't deny the warmth and comfort that Sero's jacket provided in the midst of the snowy night.

“Alright let's see here” Sero crouched down in front of you, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He ran a hand through his hair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he examined the broken zipper. His gaze fleetingly brushed over your fishnet-clad legs, the lacy straps of your thong peeking out from beneath the sheer tights. He did his best to push aside the thoughts of how incredibly, well hot, you looked. This was not the time or place, no matter how badly he wanted to bury his face in your thighs.

With a determined focus, Sero attempted to fix the bottom of your broken zipper, his fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric. But despite his efforts, the broken metal teeth refused to budge. Sero sighed in frustration, realizing that it was an impossible task to salvage the zipper.

"Looks like you're just gonna have to wear my jacket for now," Sero said with a glare at the offending zipper. He stood back up and extended his arm. His tape dispenser-like elbows firing off strands of tape that gracefully snaked their way around your partially exposed chest, waist, and hips. His hands brushed against your curves ever so slightly as he secured the tape in place, his touch sending electric shivers down your spine.

As Sero finished securing the tape, he zipped up the jacket, ensuring that you were properly covered. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, would you look at that? You're all fixed up for now." He said, taking in your new outfit. "You make my jacket look even better than I do."

He crossed his arms over his chest, his own breath misting in the chilly air. Sero glanced towards the Vietnamese café across the street, remembering the order he had placed earlier. It was the perfect place to warm up before venturing back out into the freezing cold.

"Alright, let's get you warmed up with pho," he suggested, his tone soft but firm. "After that, we can head to my place since it's the closest. I've got some cl-"

However, before Sero could finish his plan, your eyes widened with horror, body tense with embarrassment. "Absolutely not!" you exclaimed mortified. The thought of being seen in your makeshift jacket "dress" by others was too much for your anxiety to handle. You adamantly refused to go any further.

Sero's eyes narrowed slightly, an edge of authority seeping into his voice as he spoke. "Not another word, princess," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. His unusually serious attitude capturing your attention, it wasn't often that you saw the 'Cellophane' side of him. He sighed in a mix of frustration and begrudging understanding. "I know you don't want to be seen like this, but you need to warm up before we walk back to my place. Plus the cafe is waiting for me to pick up my order."

He gently reached out, his fingers intertwining with yours, providing a subtle reassurance amidst your panic. "Look- no one is going to say shit with me standing next to you" Sero added, his voice filled with warmth. He understood your concerns, but he also knew the harsh reality of the freezing weather outside. Walking all the way to his place without warming up beforehand would not be ideal, to say the least.

You hesitated, your gaze wavering as you assessed Sero's earnest expression. Your resistance slowly began to waver, a flicker of trust sparking to life. With a deep breath, you finally relented, knowing that Sero had your best interests at heart.

"Fine," you conceded, your voice still tinged with uncertainty. "But only if you promise to keep this jacket tightly closed and not let anyone see my... unique fashion choice."

“You want me to tape my favorite jacket closed?” Sero snorted, “I've got a better idea.” He held his shirt between his clenched teeth, the shifted fabric revealing his abs and v-line, as both of his hands went to the middle of his pants. You spun right back around, immediately getting flustered. Well at least you didn't feel cold anymore. “What are the hell are you doing?” you hissed over your shoulder, trying to keep your voice level. As if you wouldn't be thinking about that glimpse of his happy trail on repeat for the next week. “Relax” Sero's teasing voice called out from behind you, “I'm not about to start stripping in the snow” as he unbuckled his leather belt studded with silver stars, and pulled it through the loops of his pants with a snap.

Sero closed the distance between them, his warm presence enveloping you from behind. His breath tickled your ear as he murmured "Hold out your arms for me”.

Your breath caught in your throat as Sero looped his belt gently around your waist, pulling it closed, creating an impromptu waist cincher. The little metallic stars on the belt glinting in the dim light against the black jacket.

"There we go," Sero chuckled, his voice a low timbre against your ear. His hands lingered around your waist for a moment longer than necessary, before he released his touch. He started taking off his rings, sliding the frozen black steel off one by one, before cracking his knuckles.

Sero took a step closer, until your back pressed against his solid frame, you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine. "Hold on to these for me, would ya?" his voice held a hint of mischief as he gently slid both of his hands into the pockets at the hips of the jacket you were wearing. His fingers grazed against your thighs, sending a spark through both of them as he dropped his rings into the jacket.

Sero slowly withdrew his hands from the pockets, the motion deliberate and sensuous. His fingers moved against your hips once again, teasingly tracing the fabric of the jacket "dress" as they moved upward. It was as if every touch was intentionally designed to send a shock of desire through your body.

Your breath hitched at the intimate touch. Your own hand found it's way into the one of the pockets, the weight of one of Sero's damascus rings in your palm. As you turned the cool piece of steel over between your fingers like a worry stone, you couldn't help but imagine how they would feel against your skin in a more intimate setting.

"I...really can't thank you enough for this, Sero. Tonight has been a disaster." you murmured flustered as you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his and finding a warm smile waiting for you. Your stomach flipped as you saw the genuine care in his gaze.

It was in moments like these that you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, there was just something magnetic about his presence. The sideburns lining his jaw, the glint of his black snakebite piercings, the subtle scent of his cologne—every detail made your heart flutter. The unspoken connection between them was undeniable, and in that moment, the alleyway seemed to fade away, leaving only the shared heat between the two of you.

"C'mon- Didya really think you'd be less beautiful over something as stupid as a broken dress?" Sero's low, velvety voice caressed your ears, the words rolling off his tongue with a smoothness that could melt the iciest of hearts. His lips curled upwards into his usual perfect grin, revealing a glimpse of his pearly white teeth. The mischievous glimmer in his eyes conveyed a sense of playfulness, and yet, beneath it all, there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart want to pound out of your chest. "It's gonna take a lot more than that to push me away."

You stood frozen in place, mouth slightly agape, unable to form any coherent response. The warmth that flooded your chest threatened to overwhelm you, mingling with a lingering shyness that set your cheeks ablaze. You'd never thought of yourself as particularly beautiful, but the way Sero saw you, amidst the chaos and overall humor of the your humiliating predicament, made you feel like the most cherished person in the world. You found yourself at a genuine loss for words.

It was in that moment you realized that you knew that your admiration for him went beyond a simple crush. You admired his strength, his humor, and the way he seemed to effortlessly hold himself with confidence and swagger. This man, with his confident persona and piercing gaze, had a way of making you feel seen and cherished in the most unexpected moments.

You never felt lower than you had in tattered clothes, hair ruined by wet snow, huddled in a dark alley- and yet...Here he was, an actual Hero, looking at you like you were the most radiant star in the sky.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, as you took a step closer to him. Silently, you snaked your arms around Sero's waist and pressed yourself against his chest, your heart pounding in sync with his. In that moment, words were futile, you couldn't figure out how to articulate what it was you wanted to say.

Yet, Sero didn't need you to. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

Beneath your touch, you could feel the subtle rise and fall of his breathing, steady and comforting. It was as if the two of you were sharing an unspoken language, a connection that transcended any physical barrier. And in the silence, you found solace, knowing that sometimes, the most profound expressions of love were manifested through the simplest of gestures.

Wrapped in each other's hold, you both stood there for a timeless moment, the world fading away around you. In this moment, Sero was your anchor, someone who saw you for who you truly are, flaws and all. And thought it all beautiful anyway.

And in the quiet sanctuary of that corridor, your hearts beating in unison, you knew that you were exactly where you needed to be — in Sero's arms.

His hold tightened around you, warm hands rubbing circles on your back, as if shielding your from the outside world. His grip conveyed both strength and gentleness, and you finally felt yourself relax.

Slowly, Sero loosened his hold, his gaze never leaving you. His grin widened, the black hoops on his lower lip catching overhead lamplight of the alley. "Let's go get you warmed up, ya?" his voice held a tone of playful insistence.

Without waiting for a response, Sero gently took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. Your fingers intertwined, your hand sliding into place in his like pieces of a puzzle. With a confident stride, he led you out of the dimly lit alley and into the bustling snowy streets.

If winter nights weren't Sero's favorite before, they certainly were now.

Author's Note: Obligatory "PLEASE don't be as stubborn as me, call your free friend/crush/cab", luckily Tripp dresses aren't made with a zipper all the way down anymore.

Tags: @dcsiremc @neon-gothicc @bakubunny @purecoco (tagged you too since you liked the post, feel free to ignore!)

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mintsbubbletea · 2 months

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hiiiii! i was wondering if you could do a part two to mi ceilo fic it was so cute and i just love sero

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 - 𝐌𝐢 𝐂𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

Word Count: 2,300

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, cursing, angst, blood, crying, fluff.

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A/N: Thank you for the request! and thanks for the being the first one teehee. Anyways I'm very witchy so I added my own herb medicine flare to it. also big thanks to @juixxyoyo for literally the whole fic idea <3.

Part 1

Since the moment Sero discovered your feelings for him and the effort you put into creating plants for him, he has been making more of an effort to spend time with you. He walks you to and from school, even though the dorms are nearby, just to have an excuse to be by your side. During lessons, his gaze is always fixed on you, as if the rest of the world doesn't exist. These small but significant moments have been happening for a week or two now, and it was only a matter of time before he asked you out. He loves taking you on dates that involve nature, knowing it's something you both enjoy. Whether it's going on a hayride to pick apples or visiting a museum filled with different plants, he always finds ways to remind you of him. He even took you to a tea party in a garden filled with butterflies and birds. But it wasn't just him coming up with dates. You took him to a petting zoo where you could feed the animals and enjoy each other's company. He particularly loved it when the birds landed on him, trying to get the seeds from his hands. All of these beautiful memories were captured on your digital camera.

As the school year progressed, you and Sero had been together for seven months. You had become close with his group of friends, as he couldn't keep the secret of your relationship any longer. He wanted to show everyone that he had an incredible person who loved him, and you supported each other through thick and thin. You felt the same way about him. Without him, you would still be that quiet person, solely focused on studying and worrying about grades. But now, you were living life to the fullest and had friends to share it with. You even formed a friendship with Jiro, a bond that no one expected but felt right when they saw the two of you together. When you weren't with Sero, you were with Jiro, listening to music, making mixtapes of your favorite songs, attending concerts, and creating music together. You were truly grateful for Sero and the positive impact he had on your life.

You found yourself in Sero's dorm as usual, lounging on his hammock with the scent of incense in the air. It was then that you noticed some of the plants were out of place. Frowning, you got up to investigate. "Ro?" you called out, catching his attention. "What happened to the plants?" you inquired, picking one up. "Some of them are missing," you noted as you gently stroked the succulent, gazing down at them. Sero quickly approached you. "Really?" he questioned, and you could sense that he was hiding something. "They all look the same to me, mi cielo," he reassured you with a smile. Despite wanting to press him further, you remained silent, aware of your tendency to overthink. You bit your lip before conceding, "Yeah, maybe I'm just overthinking." Sero placed a comforting hand on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Stop doubting yourself, it's your perspective," he remarked with a smile before returning to his bed. You nodded before settling back into the hammock, your emotions in turmoil. You tried to push them aside, but you couldn't ignore the absence of the plants from his desk. You recalled nurturing and tending to them, sighing as you gazed at your beloved plants.

Each time you visited, the plants seemed to disappear one by one. Did he grow tired of them? Were they too overwhelming for him? Did he no longer appreciate their presence? Countless thoughts raced through your mind, convincing you that he must have been discarding them and no longer cared for them. You knew you needed to address this with him, but the last time you brought it up, he dismissed it, leaving you hurt. As you sat on his bed, you noticed a small speck of dirt on the floor. Curiosity piqued, you stood up and followed the trail to its source. A gasp escaped your lips as you beheld the broken flower pot on the ground, with the flowers slightly bent. Your lips trembled as you empathized with the pain the plant must have felt. Sero quickly sprang to his feet upon hearing your gasp. "What's the matter?" he asked anxiously, checking if you were injured. You remained silent, fixated on the shattered pot. His gaze followed yours, his face turning pale as he understood your emotions. "Y/n, I'm so sorry-"

"Are you getting rid of them?" you questioned, desperately holding back your tears. You didn't want to break down in front of him because you two had never argued before, and you were trying your best not to cry. "What? No, I would never do that," he replied, watching you stand up. "Then why are the plants missing? I thought I was going crazy, but I know my babies well, and they're not here," you said, tears welling up in your eyes. Sero's mouth dropped open in shock at your accusation. "Mi Cielo, I understand you're upset, but I would never do that in a million years," he said, attempting to reach out and comfort you. You backed away from him, causing him to stop himself. "Then where are they?" you asked, finally letting the tears flow. Sero remained silent, not speaking up. You nodded and bent down to pick up the flowers. "Y/n, it's not what you think. Do you really believe I would do that to you?" he asked, growing a bit frustrated because you were accusing him without any evidence. "I want to believe you, but this one really hurt," you said, showing him the injured flower. "Did you accidentally knock it over? Are you being careless with them?" you questioned. Sero let out a soft scoff. "Y/n, I'm trying not to get upset here. I didn't throw them out, and I wasn't careless. Why would you say that?" he asked, feeling hurt.

You screamed, "I have no idea!" but not directed at him. "I don't know," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. You reached out to touch the flower, attempting to help, but nothing seemed to work. Placing the plant on his desk, you bent down to pick up the pot, only to accidentally cut yourself due to your blurred vision from crying. Wincing in pain, you dropped the pot. "Y/n, you're bleeding," Sero exclaimed, taking hold of your hand. "No, don't touch me," you replied, looking at him with overwhelming emotions. When it came to your plants, your mind became fuzzy, and you were not in the right frame of mind. "Y/n," he said, looking hurt. "I'm sorry," you mumbled before leaving the room, your bloody hand leaving Sero feeling confused, frustrated, and hurt.

The weekend dragged on slowly. You and Sero had not spoken since the argument, as he gave you space to sort through your thoughts. By Monday, you expected him to reach out, but there was no word from him, and he was absent from class, which was unusual. Sniffling, you knocked on Jiro's door. She opened it, seeing you in tears. "Y/n," she said sadly, ushering you inside. "What's the matter?" she inquired. "I think he's upset with me," you confessed. Jiro gazed at you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Why do you think that?" she probed. "He hasn't replied to my messages, and he always does, no matter what. Plus, he didn't show up to school today."

Jiro let out a sigh, concern etched on her face. "Listen, I'm your best friend, and I'm saying this because I care about you. Crying won't solve anything, it'll only make the situation worse," she said, gently wiping away your tears. "I love you, but instead of crying, use that energy to go talk to him. Remember, you're not the only one hurting here," she added, bringing you back to reality.

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of guilt. "I didn't even consider that. I've been blaming him without giving him a chance to explain. I need to go talk to him," you admitted, remorseful. With a grateful smile, you thanked Jiro before she pulled you into a comforting hug. "You're welcome. That's what friends are for, to keep you from doing something foolish," she reassured you.

With newfound determination, you made your way to his dorm and stood in front of his door. Gently knocking, you waited for a response. When you didn't hear anything, you knocked a little harder. "Sero?" you called out, pressing your ear against the door to listen. After a moment of silence, you heard some movement before a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. I overreacted the other day and blamed you without giving you a chance to speak. Can I come in?" you asked, hoping for a positive response.

There was a brief pause before you heard a faint voice say, "Come in." Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Sero lying in bed, covered in blankets, his eyes closed and his breathing labored. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, indicating his distress.

You shut the door quietly, hurrying over to his bedside and gently placing your hand on his forehead. "Sero," you whispered, unaware that he had been n bed with illness all this time. "You have a fever," you stated, running your hand across his face to confirm. Sero let out a weak chuckle. "I'm fine," he murmured, opening his eyes. You shook your head, looking at him with concern. "You're far from fine. You've practically been wasting away in bed!" you exclaimed. "I didn't want to bother you. You were still mad at me," he admitted, gripping your hand. "Forget about that. You're sick and you didn't tell me. I don't care if I was upset, I should have been here to take care of you," you said, cupping his face and leaning in closer. "I'm so sorry, Sero," you whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "You'll get sick if you kiss me," he weakly protested. "You wouldn't be sick if you had told me earlier so I could have helped you," you replied with a smile, kissing him once more. "I'll be right back," you said, heading back to your dorm to gather some supplies. Returning to his room, you set down a cloth, some herbs, and medicine.

You prepared a special herbal tea, a recipe passed down in your family. They claimed it could cure anything, from pain to pregnancy, flu to cramps, headaches to even your dad's broken bone. "Drink this, babe," you said, helping Sero sit up against the wall. He groaned softly, catching a whiff of the herbs. "Is this the family tea?" he asked, recognizing the scent. You nodded, bringing the cup to his lips. "Yes, I made it with extra love so you'll be back on your feet in no time," you teased, watching as he took a few sips and closed his eyes, savoring the taste. You couldn't help but smile as you held the cup, then reached for the cloth, gently placing it on his forehead to help alleviate his fever.

Hours went by before Sero started feeling better, sleeping peacefully through the night with you beside him, waking up each time he moved just to make sure he was okay. The next day, he still didn't go to school, and you felt guilty for leaving him, but you made sure to check on him whenever you had a break. After school, you hurried to his dorm when he messaged you about an emergency. "What's the matter? Did you throw up? Are you feeling worse?" you inquired as he sat on the bed in sweats and a hoodie. You examined his face, and he chuckled while grabbing your wrist. "I'm okay, mi cielo," he chuckled. "Then why did you text me about an emergency?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I wanted to show you something," he replied before getting up and taking your hands, leading you out of the dorm. "Where are we going?" you questioned as you both left the campus. "Just wait," he said, smiling and squeezing your hand. After a few minutes of walking, you arrived at a vast field with a large greenhouse. You looked around, smiling at the beautiful scenery, still unsure of what was happening. "Mi cielo," Sero began, capturing your attention. "You noticed my plants were missing because I was moving them into the greenhouse. Well, your greenhouse," he said with a smile. "Mine?" you gasped, opening your mouth in surprise. "You got me a greenhouse? This huge one?" you asked, beaming with joy. He nodded. "Yes, this is yours. There are multiple units with different temperatures so you can grow various kinds of plants."

Your lips trembled as you glanced around, envisioning the countless hours you would spend in this place. "How? With what money?" you inquired. Sero grinned and then turned to the group waiting in the distance. "Momo's family owns this land, and they were kind enough to let us have it, along with the greenhouse. I had some assistance in building it," he explained, gesturing towards the group, which consisted of Class 1-A and half of Class 1-B, as they began walking towards you. You looked at him and embraced Sero tightly. "You built this for me?" you asked, holding him close. He wrapped his arms around you and nodded. "Of course I did. So when you're not busy being a hero, you can come here and just be yourself," he whispered to you.

"Thank you. Just thank you," you smiled, before gently kissing his lips. "Por nada Mi Cielo

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sannasruins · 1 year

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warm winter

sero hanta x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: i was going to make this into angst but i found myself having already written so much fluff that it would have turned into over 5k to add angst, i might do an angsty part two tho. no proofread

word count: 1.7k

You were laying in his lap, looking up at Sero as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly, his other hand resting on the top of your head, fingers threaded through your hair, and nails gently pressed into your scalp. You were okay with this comfortable silence, happy not to have the pressure to fill it, to just exist next to one another. You loved him so much.

As the sunlight warmed your skin, and a soft breeze brushes by you, you let your mind wander. On such a lovely day like today, how could you not have lovely thoughts. You find yourself reminiscing how you and your beloved Sero Hanta started dating, winter of your first year at UA.

♞

Everyone else had gone back to the class 1A dorm, except for you. You had stayed late after class, needing a change of pace from the desk in your dorm, working on a project that was due before the start of break. Engrossed in your writing, you didn’t notice the soft fluffy white flakes as they started their descent from the light gray clouds above that were blocking the sun’s light. The powder started sticking to the ground, and soon the whole world became covered in a blanket of white, but you were unaware. That is until 2 hours later, past when the gentle drifting turned into a flurry, past when you could no longer see the pavement, no you only noticed when you had finished what you had set out to finish that day and started to pack up. The weather reports that morning hadn’t called for snow, but the snow didn’t care and had reached almost a foot in dept. So, you were left at the main UA building, in your everyday loafers and a light jacket, as the weather had been much fairer on your 10-minute walk to school.

You didn’t notice, as you approached the shoe lockers, a snoozing and bundled Hanta, leaning his head back onto the locker he was against. No, your eyes were too focused on the glass doors ahead of you, and the snow that was piled up against it, dreading having to trudge your way through it, the thought of cold snow seeping into your shoes already sending a shiver of despair down your spine. Your groan of frustration and then the sound of you opening and closing your shoe locker roused the raven-haired boy from his light slumber, his eyes finding your figure as you sit on the floor in a huff. He gets up and stretches, his movements almost feline, eyes not leaving you as you grumpily jam your foot into one of your brown leather shoes, a smirk crossing his face as he approaches you quietly.

“Boo,” he whispered into your ear, his mouth less than 3 inches away from your suddenly very flushed skin. You jump from your seated position, only one shoe on, the other foot being left in just its sock, your fist already balled, feet naturally assuming a fighting stance as you turn, arms raised. Sero threw his head back, a full-hearted laugh ripping its way out of his throat, his chest shaking with the force of it. Your reddened face only got redder as you watched him in his glee, your stance relaxing, and Sero gasped for air, desperate for the oxygen his laugh denied him. It took him a good minute to settle down, his breath slowing until it was back to its normal tempo, but the smile didn’t leave his face.

“Heya y/n,” his crinkled eyes meeting yours. You met his greeting with an incredulous look, before slumping back down to the ground, putting on your other shoe.

“What are you doing here Sero?” you asked him as you rose up from the floor, turning to face him again, seeing his little smile still there. It caused a slight tingle in your stomach, maybe a butterfly or two, not that you would ever let the sly boy know.

He thrust a gym bag, that you hadn’t noticed before, towards you. “I thought you might need these.”

You took the bag from his outstretched hand, opening it and peering into its contents. You found a pair of rain boots, a pair of sweatpants, and a jacket, all of which were obviously Hanta’s. You looked back up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Why would I need your,” you paused looking back into the bag, “your old clothes?”

He blushed slightly, one hand reaching for the back of his scarf-covered neck, “Well, I didn’t really have access to your stuff, but I knew you didn’t have warm enough clothes for this weather, so I had to improvise.” He paused, and you observed his slightly awkward demeanor, this shy, dare you say bashful, Sero Hanta was foreign to you. “I brought you my older spares because I figured they might fit you a bit better than my newer stuff.”

You were surprised, pleasantly so, and those two butterflies in your stomach suddenly multiplied, and did not stop multiplying as you felt your heart soar. A smile found its way onto your face without you noticing, as you looked at the gym bag in your hands.

“Thank you, Sero,” you said, barely above a whisper, an obvious smile in your voice.

“Ye-” his voice cracked, you let out a small giggle at it, “yeah, it’s no problem y/n, anybody would have done it”

“Maybe,” you looked him in his dark, warm eyes, “but they didn’t, and you did.”

He didn’t respond to you, eyes flicking away from yours as he forcefully chuckled, his hand once again finding itself on his neck.

“Can you hurry it up?” He asked after a second, “I kind of want to get back before dinner gets cold.”

You went back to the floor again, slipping off your loafers, “You can leave without me,” you informed him, “I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah but,” he motioned towards the umbrella stand, your eyes following his arm, showing only one large, clear umbrella, “I only brought one.”

All you could respond with was a quiet oh, the thought of sharing an umbrella with your crush as he walked you home in the snow would be enough to cause any girl’s stomach to turn into a lepidopterarium.

You stepped into the sweats, pulling them up under your skirt before slipping your feet into the too-large rain boots, making sure they didn’t pull up the sweatpants with them. Then, slipping into the jacket, you were swaddled in warmth. And the smell of him filled your nose, you did your best to not obviously inhale his scent, how embarrassing it would be if you were caught, you thought. Sero silently laughed at the sight in front of him, overly large boots making you shuffle as to not trip on your own two feet. You shot him a light glare, you couldn’t really be mad at him, you knew if the positions were switched you would be chortling at his shoe struggles.

“Well then,” you started as you met him beside the door, him with umbrella in hand, “let’s get going.”

You pushed open the door, only to be met with a blast of frozen air in your face, the tips of your ears and nose almost immediately turning cold. With one hand you pulled the hood of the jacket over your head, the other firmly placed inside the jacket pocket where it sought warmth. You subconsciously walked closer to Hanta, almost bumping shoulders under the umbrella.

Your nose was now noticeably red as you two made the trek back to the dorm, and Sero noticed it as he stole a glance at you. He paused in his walking, you making it two steps ahead of him before realizing that he had stopped in his path. Turning around, curious as to why he stopped, you are instead greeted by him handing you the umbrella. Confused, you take one hand out of the warmth of your pockets and grab the handle, watching him let go and reach for the end of his scarf. Your eyebrows scrunched up in a perplexed manner, not having any clue as to why he was taking off his perfectly warm and comfy scarf.

He then took one step towards you, closing the distance that had previously been there, and was now only 6 inches away. Frozen to your spot, you watched him raise his arms, the fabric in hand until they were level with your head. Then you felt it, he wrapped the scarf around the back of your neck, then forwards, once, twice, pulling it up and over your, what felt like, nearly frozen nose, before dropping his hands back down to his sides.

Unblinking, you looked at him, a different kind of flush once again making its way to your cheeks, and he looked back down at you, and the two of you were surrounded by silence, the world had been muffled by the thickening blanket of snow, and in that white landscape, it felt like only the two of you existed. You reached your hand up, and pulled down the scarf, just below your lips, which then parted, and felt the sting of cold air rush past them and into your lungs as you took a shaky breath in, unsure of what was going to happen next.

But he leaned in, you tilted your head upwards, and suddenly you were kissing Sero Hanta, cold lips meeting one another in what felt like an explosion of emotions.

The two of you broke apart, both searching for air, and searching each other’s eyes for an explanation as to what just happened.

“Sero,” you questioned him, “do you like like me?”

“Uh,” a pause, “Yeah, I do. Do you like like me, y/n?”

A grin broke through your lips, and in an excited exhaled, you gave a breathy “yeah.”

And then you popped onto your tip toes to kiss him again, a hand making its way to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the silky darkness. When you broke away from the kiss, you still had a smile on your face.

“Yeah,” you repeated, “I really like like you.”

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