#🛶.hoarny

[jean-kayak]

Summertime Fun

Summary: It's summertime and there's a hot mechanic that lives across the street

Pairing: Mechanic!Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: sexual tension, Hitch being a bomb wingwoman, Jean is a fucking TEASE, reader trying to be a tease but fails lmfao, no full-blown mechanic dynamics, but it's there, smut (18+!!), fingering, nipple play, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, ass smacking, creampie, lowkey breeding kink (briefly implied at the end)

Word Count: 4175

A/N: *sighs* omfg, im late for ANOTHER collab, but this is for @tteokdoroki's Coming This Summer summer collab, and to be honest, I finish this in 30 minutes bc it's late and I really wanted to get it out and also I definitely just went a little crazy with the smut 💀 hope you guys like it!

"That guy's staring at you."

"God, Hitch, really? We haven't even been out here for five minutes," you groan, propping yourself up on your elbow as you roll onto your side. "And you always say that," you add exasperated.

You and Hitch were on a "much-needed" vacation as she called it, dragging you out to the beach house her parents owned. She didn't give you a reason as to why you both needed this vacation, (more like there wasn't one), and now you currently find yourself laying next to her in the front yard, sunbathing.

"Well, that's because it's always happening," she laments. "But seriously, take a look," she says, nodding her head in the direction behind you. You roll your eyes but roll back over so that you're resting on both elbows. She coaxes you with a wave of her hand, and you sigh, letting your head fall to the side.

And you feel your mouth drop open when your eyes land on him.

Smoking hot would be an understatement. You can't see that much because you're separated by the street, but what you can see is his shirtless torso practically shining in the sunlight, his arms resting on the car you suppose he's working on. The basketball shorts he's wearing practically leave nothing to the imagination, the combat boots pulling his look altogether.

He lifts his head up in a quick motion at you when your eyes meet his, and you lift up one of your arms to throw him a small wave. You feel Hitch shove your shoulder, and you turn to look at her. "I told you."

You roll your eyes again. "Hitch, both of us are out here, he could be looking at either one of us," you argue, and now you understand why she decided to lay in the front yard. She must've seen him when you got here, and you can already feel the plans forming in her mind.

She counters with a snort. "Yeah, okay," she laments. "Hey, do you think you could grab the sunscreen for me?" You give her a blank look as she smiles widely at you. "Get up slow," she teases when you start to stand, and you kick your foot in her direction as she laughs before walking into the house.

You find yourself rolling your eyes when you can't find the sunscreen where Hitch swore she left it. You walk outside, standing over her with your hands on your hips, and she moves her head back to look at you, sliding her sunglasses below her eyes.

"His eyes? All over your ass." You laugh at her words as you lay back down. "I'm serious," she continues, and you look back over at him, telling yourself you're only doing it because you're talking about him. "And it looks like he's a mechanic. You should take my car over there."

You raise an eyebrow at her idea as you turn your head to look at her. "There's nothing wrong with your car, Hitch."

"What is wrong with you is that you're not actively trying to fuck this man," she counters quickly.

"I don't even know him," you reply lamely.

"Strangers fuck all of the time." You shake your head as you close your eyes and face up towards the sky. "There's nothing wrong with a little summertime fun."

"I'll think about it," you say, and you hope it'll make her drop it for the time being.

You've been here a day, and Hitch has not stopped talking about him. Every time she comes in the house from doing something outside, he's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth. Like today, for example.

"He was definitely looking for you," she states before she can even close the front door.

You roll your eyes as you drink some water. "And how do you know?"

"You should see how he reacts when the door opens. He tries to play it off, but he's anticipating you every time."

You scoff as you rest your elbows on the counter before scrolling through your phone. "Yeah, okay."

"I still think you should take my car over there." You don't even acknowledge her, keeping your attention on your phone. "You know what? I'll just do it."

You think she's just testing you, but then you hear her grabbing her keys, and the sound of the front door unlocking, and you're racing over to her, grabbing her wrist just as she gets out of the door.

"Fine, Hitch," you groan, snatching the keys out of her hand as you hear a satisfying hum come from her. You glare at her as you stalk down the driveway, checking the street before you cross it, and when your eyes land on him practically waiting for you to walk up to him, you bite your lip nervously.

He's resting his arm on the hood of the car, his foot hooked over his ankle, and the position does wonders for his biceps, which your eyes are currently trained on until you almost get right in front of him. He's got on a white tank top this time (thank God), but his shorts leave basically nothing to the imagination. Yes, they highlight everything.

You don't know how long your eyes have been looking everywhere but his face, but the smirk on his face when you finally do look tells you it's been pretty long. "Hey, neighbor," he quips, making you huff softly as he sits up, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What can I do for you?"

A lot of things. And now that he's standing upright, you can see how tall he is along with how broad his shoulders are before you quickly remind yourself to respond. "Uh, my friend says that something is wrong with her car, and she thinks you're a mechanic?" You finish it with a question as you point softly in his direction.

He gives you a soft nod as he chuckles. "She would be correct," he answers. "You know what's wrong with it?"

You shake your head. "No, she wouldn't tell me," you respond, annoyance laced in your voice at Hitch's fucking antics.

"If you bring the car over here I can take a look at it," he offers, and you nod your head quickly before walking back across the street to get the car.

You back it into the garage, turning the car off before you get back out. You take a few steps back as he moves closer to start looking over the car, giving you access to admire him without getting caught. You're not even paying attention to what he's doing, your eyes following him but not registering anything but the flex and bulge of his muscles. It's very hot right now, but the weather is only the partial reason why your body is hot all over.

You sigh in sexual frustration when he lifts the hem of his shirt to rub off the sweat accumulating on his face, ultimately showcasing the shining plane of abs that you can finally see up close.

Maybe Hitch was onto something.

"...anything's wrong." You jump softly as you shake your head, realizing he's talking to you and that you've only gotten the last of his sentence.

"Sorry?" You watch him chuckle as he nods towards the car.

"It doesn't look like anything's wrong," he repeats, amusement in his words, and you give him a small nod, trying to keep your eyes away from the massive muscles in his arm that is currently holding up the hood. "You wanna take a look?"

Your legs are moving before you can even think, taking the very short walk towards him, his fingers sliding around your wrist softly as he pulls you to stand in front of him. You gasp quietly when you feel him against your back, his arm still next to your head, holding the hood.

"See?" The whisper of the word makes you shiver softly, his hand moving to your hip, and fuck if his touch didn't make you melt. "Nothing's wrong." You're not even looking at the damn car, and your turn your head, your eyes instantly meeting his.

You take a deep breath, hoping that'll help calm you down, and your eyes trail down his face, lingering at his lips before you watch him do the same. He huffs softly, a smirk appearing on his face, and you squint at him slightly, your lip curling into a soft smile.

"What?"

You feel him squeeze at your hip before he starts to lean in making your mouth fall open in anticipation, and you don't even realize that you've closed your eyes until you hear him chuckling, your eyes shooting open.

"Nothing." He starts to move away from you, breaking you out of the trance he seemed to put you in. "You mind closing this for me?" He glances towards the hood, and he walks away when you grab it.

He moves over to the sink that you hadn't noticed, washing his hands as you slam the hood closed, making sure it's down before you lean against the driver's side door. "The only thing I can really say is that it could use a wash."

You laugh softly as you nod your head, crossing your arms. "Yeah, I know. She's been talking about getting it washed." He dries his hands off before turning towards you, stopping only a step away from you.

"Well, I can do that too. If you want," he says, and you shake your head quickly as you frown.

"Oh, no. I can't ask you to do that after you just wasted your time looking at nothing," you counter, feeling yourself lean further against the car when he takes that step closer to you. "I don't even know how I'm gonna pay you back."

He gets even closer, resting the heel of his palm on the car right next to you. "You don't know?" His lips are practically touching yours, both of your breaths mingling together as you shake your head. He leans in again, pulling away just as you meet his lips, and he smiles when you huff in frustration.

He leans in again, and this time you take the initiative, nearly crashing your lips onto his, and he leans flush against you before pulling away again, the kiss way too short for your liking. "Stop it," you whine softly, and you can feel him smile against you as his lips gently trail down your jaw towards your neck.

"Stop what?" he asks, feigning innocence as he kisses down your neck, but his lips ghost over your skin, barely making contact, making you push him closer to you when you cup the back of his neck. His hands move to your hips, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kisses, and you're glad you decided to ditch the bra because of how hot it was as his hands start to trail under your tank top.

He looks back at you as his fingers rub over your nipples, and you tug him back when he pulls away from your lips again. "You know what."

He finally allows you more than a few seconds of contact, your tongue slipping into his mouth at the same time his slides into yours. Your grip is tight on his shirt, making sure he doesn't slip away from you again before your arms move to wrap around his neck, your hands running through his hair.

The firmer his kisses become, the more you're pushed against the car, and the more eager his hands get. You gasp when you feel his hands quickly undoing your shorts, your legs tensing for a quick second when his fingers run over your panties, and he smirks again when he can feel how wet they are.

You grip his wrist as you pull away when he slips inside, rubbing at your clit with his thumb. His lips are back on your neck when you let your head fall back on your shoulders, and you moan softly when you feel him easily slide his fingers inside of your throbbing sex.

You feel his teeth pull a little at the juncture of your neck, and when you feel your legs start to shake slightly, he's grabbing your hip with his other hand to steady you, his fingers curling deliciously at that spot inside of you. He trails back up your neck, his eyes watching your face as he brings you to your high.

He can't help the smile on his face as he goes back to kissing you, and you can barely kiss him back. "Your friend probably needs her car back, right?"

You barely register the words, that knot building up in your belly seconds from snapping, but what you do register are his fingers sliding out of you. You instinctively scoff in surprise, that high you were about to have ripped away from you as you open your eyes to look at him.

"What?" you whisper, next level confused, and he raises an eyebrow at you before shoving the fingers coated in your juices in his mouth.

"Your friend needs her car back," he repeats as he buttons your shorts back up. "I'll come pick it up tomorrow, 'kay?"

^^^

You barely give Jean--yes, you did learn his name--a second glance when he comes to get the keys from you. You only walk outside, giving him a frustrated look as you hold the keys out on your finger. He only gives you a sly grin as he takes the keys from you before pulling you into his chest.

He's sliding his hand in your back pocket as his lips ghost over your ear, putting you flush against him, and you nearly scream when you feel yourself chasing after his lips when he closes in on them. "Hour and a half."

And then he's squeezing your ass softly before hopping in the car and making the short drive to his house. You roll your eyes as you walk back inside even though your pussy is beating with arousal.

You're annoyed that he can get you to melt so easily, that it takes nothing but a light touch to send you into overdrive. And you also hate to admit that Hitch may have been right. That there's nothing wrong with a little fun during the summer. But you'll never tell her that. You can hear her shoving it in your face now, and you laugh to yourself softly as you close the front door.

There's not really much to do for the next hour and a half except wait, and Hitch is out doing whatever, so you're home by yourself. So, for about half of the time, you're scrolling on your phone or aimlessly watching TV, and when you go back to your room, you find the bag of clothes that you bought when you went shopping with Hitch a couple of days ago.

And for the forty-five minutes, you're trying on the stuff that you bought, seeing how it fits, and immediately finding your favorite piece. It's a yellow drawstring mini dress with thin straps that hugs every part of you. You were a little skeptical about it in the store when you tried it on, but Hitch convinced you to get it, claiming it made you look "fuckable," and you shrug as you look yourself over in the mirror. She had a point.

You're about to take a couple of pictures because, duh, you good as fuck, when you hear a knock on the door. You frown as you look at the time on your phone, and yep, the hour and a half has passed. You make your way to the door, not wanting to keep him standing outside in the blazing summer heat.

You actually forgot you had the dress on until you answered the door, and instead of words, you watch a hungry look form in Jean's eyes. "Cleaned the inside," he tells you, almost subconsciously, and you hum as you open the door wider, silently telling him to come inside.

You lead the way, a thrill running up your spine knowing that his eyes are drilled onto you. "You can sit," you tell him, nodding towards the couch, and he gives you a once over as he hands you keys before sitting down. And you can't help it when your eyes cut right to his legs as he leans back and spreads them open, and he's once again, wearing shorts that hide nothing.

"You want some water?" you ask, and his tongue runs over his bottom lip as he shakes his head. "You sure? It's really hot out there, no?"

"I'm not thirsty for water," he counters quickly, but you don't falter, tilting your head like you don't know what he means as you walk over to him.

"Oh? Then what are you thirsty for?" He curls his fingers quickly, and you oblige, leaning down so that your hands are resting on the back of the couch, caging his head between your arms, your face inches from his.

"What's in between your legs."

At that, you falter slightly, swallowing a little bit harder than you wanted to, and his chest huffs with a short laugh. You inhale sharply when you feel his hand on your body, staring at your tit. His finger runs over your nipple, bringing it to attention as his eyes run down your body again.

"What's this?" he asks quietly, keeping up his ministrations, clearly talking about the dress.

"Something I was trying on," you answer plainly. "Why do you ask?"

"Cause you look good as fuck," he answers without missing a beat, his hand leaving your body, and you have to will yourself to not make any noise.

"Yeah?" you respond nearly breathless.

"Yeah."

"And what're you gonna do about it?" you press, and he's grabbing your arm, pulling you closer to him, his other hand starting to run down your body as he parts his lips, but when you go to straddle him, that's when you pull away.

He frowns at you, confusion blooming in his eyes as yours glint mischievously, a big smile on your face. You stand up straight, turning around, and you look at over your shoulder, seeing that his eyes are zeroed in on your ass, and you arch your back dramatically as you make a move to sit on him, his hands already grazing your body before you pull away once again.

"You didn't answer the question," you tease, but instead of a response, he's pulling you down onto him by your hips, his hardness press right up against your ass as he pulls your back right against his chest.

"What d'ya think you're doing? Hm?" he asks roughly in your ear, making you shudder before turning to look at him. You shake your head as you lean in, pulling the same stunt he did, and chuckling softly in satisfaction when he chases after you.

That feeling doesn't last long because he's grabbing your face, pinching your cheeks together as he turns your head to look at him. "You trynna be a tease now?" he questions, his voice darker than it's ever been. "That's not how this works, angel." He doesn't kiss you, instead yanks your dress down under your tits, and you jump when he's pinching and pulling at the taut buds as he aggressively marks at your neck.

He keeps one hand occupied on your chest as he moves his other hand to the hem of your dress, but then he's forcing you to stand, and he's snatching your dress over your ass, pulling your underwear down. You barely have time to step out of it before he's bullying his fingers into you, your legs nearly crumbling at the sudden stimulation as you moan loudly.

He's using one hand to grab your asscheek, spreading you open so he can how shiny you are where his fingers are currently thrusting in and out of you, and you can hardly stand, but before you can fall, he's yanking them out of you and spinning you around.

You nearly can't comprehend where you are, dizzy with lust and the sudden movements, but you realize you've settled on his lap again, your hands digging into his shoulder when his fingers find their way inside again. You squeal in surprise at the slap to your ass, the action only making you pulse around his fingers even more.

"You wanna be a tease, yeah?" You start to shake your head, knowing what's coming next, and you bounce deliriously on his fingers, the grip on his wrist almost brushing to keep him from snatching your orgasm away from you.

"No, no. Please don't," you beg, your legs starting to burn from your motions, but you don't care, not when you're so close.

You make the mistake of slacking your grip, thinking he'll let you cum, but with your guard down, it's easy for him to stop that path to euphoria, and you're crying out again. "Jean--" you start, and he cuts you off with a chuckle as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.

"For a tease, you do taste sweet, don't you?" he asks, darkly, and you whimper around his fingers, your pussy dripping with slick, and you nearly collapse in relief as he starts to shove his shorts down. You eagerly help him, getting just enough of the material down for his dick to spring free, and he's pulling his fingers out of your mouth and using them to stroke himself.

"You want it?" he jabs, and you nod dazedly, your eyes never moving. "You think you deserve it?" You nod quicker this time, and he bats your hand away when you reach for him, but you're moving quickly when he guides you on top of him, but he stops you when you try to sink down on him.

He rubs the thick head of his dick through your folds, over your clit before sliding just the tip in before moving back down. "You think you deserved to be fucked after being a tease?" he asks you like he's scolding you as he continues to slide more of himself into you, but pulling out of you almost instantly.

You're babbling yes at this point as you claw at his shirt, tears forming in your eyes from desperation. "Please, Jean, I want it, want it so bad. Please, I need it." You're past begging at this point, and it only fuels his desire, his dick throbbing at the sight of you, and he cuts off your incoherent murmuring by pushing himself in a little, then slamming you down the rest of the way.

You almost scream as your back arches, and you hate how your nails are digging into material and not his skin, and he easily helps you throw his shirt over his head and over the couch. The moment it's off you're bouncing, rolling your hips in every way, shape, and form, having no set rhythm because of how desperate you are. You both moan loudly before he guides your lips onto his by your throat, his tongue sloppily tangling with yours, a string of saliva connecting you when you pull away.

He grabs your hips when you start to slow down, your legs protesting, and he plants his feet, and you run your nails down his torso when he starts fucking up into you, the throbbing head instantly hitting that spot that makes stars spot your vision.

Your face falls into his neck, but he's quick to yank it back up, putting his lips to yours, both of you breathing into each other's mouth, as you feel your highs quickly approaching. He smacks your ass again, digging his fingers into the flesh, essentially driving him deeper inside of you, and he groans loudly when you pulse around him violently.

"M'gonna cum--fuck," he gasps, his vision turning blurry, wanting to keep his eyes on you.

"Me t-too," you wail, your eyes crossing as your back arches further into him.

"Where d'you wan' it?" he rushes out, trying so hard to wait for your answer.

"Inside, Jean, I want it. Give it to me, fill me up," you babble, barely registering what you're saying, and he lets out a guttural moan as he shoots into you, his balls twitching as he coats your walls, the feeling sending you crashing over before you ride out your highs.

You both are gasping for air as you come down, both of you nearly falling asleep when you hear the door open.

"I'm telling you, y/n, I think you should sleep with him--"

Your eyes are bulging out of your head as you meet Hitch's eyes, the door swinging closed behind her, and without missing a beat, Jean lifts a hand from your bare ass to wave at her.

"Yeah, she did already. Name's Jean."

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[jean-kayak]

You’re Still Here?

Summary: There's no way this insanely attractive baseball player likes you. Right?

Pairing: Sero Hanta x black!fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, quirkless!au, virgin!reader, baseball player!Sero, reader is a little insecure and doubtful, suggestiveness, Denki annoying Sero, PDA, Sero is really touchy, he also has a tongue piercing and an ear piercing, mentions of virginity, smut (18+!!), loss of virginity, penetrative sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.+m.receiving), some angst through in there, fluff at the end

Word Count: 11,669 (HELP, why???)

A/N: NOW, does someone wanna tell me WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I've been having really bad Sero brainrot, so I wrote this. It was not supposed to be this long. This is also my first time writing for Sero. I am currently going through it right now. But if you do read, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! (And I am so sorry) P.S. this is lowkey self-indulgent 💀

Your first encounter with Sero Hanta was what you would probably consider normal. Accidentally running into him at the student union while you were heading to class. Pretty normal, happens often, right?

What you found not so normal was that you kept running into him.

The campus was pretty huge, and you didn't really think that your chances of running into him were that high. And you're pretty sure you saw him wearing a baseball shirt, making you assume he was on the team for your school (which was correct), so it's not like he had a ton of free time.

But despite all of that, he always somehow found you. But by the third encounter, you couldn't really find it in yourself to particularly care. For one, he was really cute. Scratch that, really hot. You're pretty sure when you first ran into him, you stopped breathing.

The piercings adorning his tongue and his ear only add fuel to the fire, along with the fact that he fits out his clothes like nobody's business. (You've definitely fantasized about his thighs more times than you will admit). But besides that very eye-appreciating fact, he's really nice.

He's made you laugh so hard that you're stomach's hurt, you've both have had very good conversations on just about every last one of your interests, and he's pretty smart, so he's helped you out with homework in some of your classes.

You want to call him a friend, but you know that you don't want that, and every time you think about it, you shake the thoughts out of your head. He's way out of your league, and there's no way he'd be into you. That's what you keep telling yourself, but Sero doesn't make it any easier for you. He's a very touchy person, and it wouldn't bother you so much if it didn't fuel your feelings for him even more.

You've known each other for about a couple of weeks, but you've come to the conclusion that somebody must think you're dating because of his actions.

There's a spot that you found on campus, a pretty secluded courtyard that only gets a few people every now and then. You've spread out your blanket on the grass, and you were working on your notes, but now you're reading a book that you've meaning to start.

You bop to the music filling your ears through your headphones, your head resting on your backpack, and you frown when suddenly the sunlight is being blocked. You look up, scoffing softly when you see Sero standing over you, and you take an earbud out. "You're blocking my light," you chide.

"Sorry," he responds, a small smirk on his face, but he's making no move to get out of your way. "What're doing?"

"Reading. I'm giving my hand a break," you explain, nodding towards the notebooks next to you.

"Mind if I join?" he asks, and you shake your head as you start to move the stuff next to you, but you pause momentarily when you hear his backpack hit the ground next to you, and the next thing you know he's on his knees by your legs.

"What are you doing?" you ask suddenly in surprise, and he starts to spread your legs apart, and he lays down, his upper half almost equal with yours as his arms wrap around your thighs.

"Using you as a pillow," he responds like it's nothing. "Is that okay?" He lifts his head up to look at you when he asks, and even though your heart is now racing, you nod your head. He gives you that smile that literally makes you melt before he lays his head back down, sighing heavily as he closes his eyes.

"You couldn't just lay next to me?" you question with a laugh, and he doesn't look at you as he shakes his head.

"Nope. Practice kicked my ass this morning, and you're really comfortable."

"Thank you?" you quip, and he smiles, his eyes still closed.

"You're welcome. And now if you don't mind, I'm gonna take a nap," he concludes, his breathing starting to even out, and you chuckle softly as you go back to reading, your hand eventually finding its way into his hair, your fingers lightly carding through it.

When your nails graze over the back of his neck, you feel him shudder before he groans softly, and you raise your eyebrows as you lower your book. "Don't do that," he mumbles, but his voice is firm, feeling it vibrate against you.

"Do what?" You're confused, and you do it again, which causes him to react the same way.

"That," he groans, and you bite your lip as you do it again with more force this time. "Keep it up and I'll take you right here." Your eyes widen slightly as your legs subconsciously tighten around him, and he hums lowly at your reaction as he smirks.

"So, this is who you've been ditching us for." Your head snaps towards the voice, and you hear Sero sigh, but he doesn't open his eyes. Your eyes land on a redhead and a yellow-haired guy, but neither of them looks familiar.

"What do you guys want?" Sero sighs, annoyance in his voice, and you find yourself looking between Sero and the guys standing above you.

"We wanted to know where you've been. And now that I know..." It's the yellow-haired guy that's speaking, and you notice that his lip starts to quiver as he holds his hand over his heart. "I thought I was the one you loved, Sero."

Hanta rolls his eyes as you laugh beside yourself, having a hard time stifling it. "Cut him some slack, Denki. At least he had the courage to finally--"

"Don't finish that, Kirishima." He cuts him off quickly, making you wonder what he was going to say.

"Mind if we sit?" Kirishima asks.

"Absolutely not. Go away," Sero counters just as you were about to move your stuff, and you scoff, moving it anyway. "But, baby," he starts, lifting his head up to look at you, and you tilt your head slightly, your eyebrows raised.

"They're your friends, Hanta. It's fine." Your voice sounds like you're scolding a little kid, and you can hear Denki and Kirishima laughing as they sit down. "Do you guys play, too?" you ask, turning to them.

"Yeah, we do," Denki answers with a nod, but then he's quickly speaking again. "But I do have a question for Sero." You see Sero frown, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wait for what he's going to say. "What'd you do, man?" Both of you have a lost look on your faces at the question, but he keeps going. "You pay her? Offered to do her homework? Cause there's no way you managed to get someone this pretty."

"Fuck off, Kaminari." You find yourself snorting in surprise at his words, feeling your face grow warm as Sero tries to hit his teammate.

The whole time they're sitting with you and Sero, you find yourself talking more to them than they are to Sero. You expected him to maybe move away from you or sit up, but he stays on you, keeping his arms wrapped around your legs. He even turns his head away from them and actually falls asleep, but none of you pay attention to him as your hand finds its way back into his hair.

"Is he giving you drugs?" Denki tries.

"No, he's not," you answer with a laugh, and Denki scoffs as he shakes his head.

"I'm gonna figure it out," he mumbles, making you huff quietly as Kirishima rolls his eyes. You watch him check his phone, and he lightly taps Sero on the back.

"Wake up, man, we gotta go," he says, standing up, but if he hears him, he doesn't move, and Denki whines.

"I don't wanna watch film," he complains but gets up anyway.

"Says the person who needs to watch it the most," Kirishima counters, and Denki releases a dramatic gasp. You turn back to Sero, who's still laying on you, and you shake him gently. "Sero, you gotta go."

"Don't wanna." You barely catch it, but you let your head fall momentarily when you hear it, and he whines when you start to move, grabbing onto whatever part of you he can.

"I've got a lecture in fifteen," you tell him, and he basically weighs you down as you stand up, almost falling down in the process as he hangs onto you.

"Sero, let the poor girl go. You can see her later," Kirishima reasons, and Sero yawns as he stretches while he waves his friends off.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." He slips his backpack on, and Denki's about to say something when Kirishima wraps his arm around him, forcibly turning him around as they start to walk away.

"It was nice meeting you," Kirishima tells you over a grumbling Denki, and you smile widely as you give him a small wave.

"Yeah, you too."

Sero helps you put your stuff back in your bag and helps you fold the blanket before handing it to you. "When does your lecture end?"

"Three. It's in the only brick building on this side of campus." He steps closer to you as you raise an eyebrow. "Why? Picking me up after?" you joke, both of you chuckling softly.

"If that's okay, yeah," he responds with a small nod, and then there's yelling coming from his friends, and he rolls his eyes as he sighs. "I'll see you at three."

And then he's planting a kiss on your forehead before jogging towards them.

"It's nice."

"Thanks." You close the door behind you as Sero looks around your apartment, and you wish you would stop being so fucking nervous, but when he asked if you could go back to your place, you didn't know what to expect.

You guide him to your room, setting your bag against the wall as you take your shoes off, trying to find ways to get your heart rate down. You flop down face first on your bed before turning your head to the side, watching Sero do the same thing you did.

"I'm so tired," you groan, which is partially true, the yawn that follows your words helping the credibility of your statement. You flip over on your side when you feel the bed dip next to you, and you scoot back to give him room. He lays down next to you, holding his arm out, and you easily move into him, trying your best to conceal the deep inhale you do when his cologne hits your nostrils.

His arm wraps loosely around you, and you look at him to see him looking right at you, and it makes you jump back slightly. The look in his eyes is something you can't decipher, and he starts to run his hand over your back. "How tired are you?"

You hum for a second as you pretend to think. "Depends. Why?"

"Because I really want to kiss you right now."

Your mouth drops open in surprise for a split second, feeling your face heating up. "Is that okay?"

You nod as you swallow heavily. "Yeah, it is," you respond, your voice quiet.

His lips meet yours softly, almost like he's giving you a chance to pull away if you want to, but you don't, pushing your lips closer to his as your hand moves into his hair. You feel him smirk against your lips, the action immediately followed by his tongue swiping against your lower lip.

You easily let him in, his hand coming up to rub over the soft skin under your shirt, the motion making your skin go warm. He starts to move his hand down towards your jeans, and that's when your legs tense around him, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist, and he pulls away with a frown.

"Is this not okay?" he asks, and you hesitate before shaking your head.

"No, it's--" You cut yourself off, looking anywhere but at him, and fucking hell, your face is on fire. "It's just...I've done stuff before, but I've never done it," you admit pitifully, waiting for him to scoff at you, belittling you before he gets up and leaves, and you put your hands over your face.

"So?" he responds, and you move your fingers, looking at him between them. "Is that what you wanna do right now?"

You pull your hands away as you shyly shake your head, curling into yourself to the best of your ability. "Okay. We don't have to go all the way," he says, and you raise your eyebrows. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he states, and you feel yourself relax, not even realizing you had terribly tensed up.

"Are you okay with that?"

"I'm okay as long as you are," he answers, the smile on his face making you feel so much better. "Do you wanna keep going?" You nod quickly, your smile matching his with a reserved look. "Can I touch you?" he asks, chuckling when you huff as you roll your eyes.

"You're already doing that, Sero." He leans down closer, his nose brushing against yours, that smirk back on his face.

"I gotta hear you say it," he whispers, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

"Yes, Sero, you can touch me," you consent, and he's looking between your eyes for any sign of uncertainty before meeting your lips as his hand continues its course, your hand slipping from his wrist as he travels past the waistband.

He runs his fingers over your jean-covered crotch, the tense he feels from your thighs are different than the previous one, and even as he unbuttons and pulls the zipper down, he's still waiting for any sign that you don't want to keep going, but then you're lifting your hips to help him push your pants down, and his focus is on your bare legs as he drops the clothing to the floor.

You push on his head lightly, your face slightly covered by your arm. "Stop staring at me," you mutter, your face once again flaming at the attention.

"How could I? You're so pretty," he counters like you said something ridiculous, and he huffs internally when he can see the growing wet patch on your underwear. He pulls them to the side, biting his lip to stifle a groan at the sight of your glistening folds. "Shit, you gotta pretty pussy, too," he breathes, and you move your arm over your eyes as you whine at the lewd words.

You tense for a second when he runs his fingers through them, coating the digits in your slick, and he can't help but stick them in his mouth, not even bothering to hide his groan. "And you taste so fucking good. You're just the perfect package, aren't you?"

No one's ever talked to you this way, and now that you're exposed, he can definitely see that it's greatly affecting you. But he doesn't waste any more time teasing you, grabbing your leg when you try to close it as he rubs over your clit.

He slowly slides a finger in, gaging your reaction to make sure you're not uncomfortable, and he can hear you holding back, so he keeps going, pushing his whole finger in before sliding it back out. He moves it quicker, satisfied that you're getting louder, and he rubs over your hip as he adds another, that uncertain tense back in your thighs.

He hovers over you, slotting his lips with yours before he pulls away. "Relax, baby. Get out of your head," he tells you. "Let me make you feel good, okay?" You nod, your eyes having a hard time staying open, and he keeps rubbing at your hip, using his leg to hold yours back, spreading you open.

He curls his fingers, finding what he was looking for, and your back arches off the bed for a second as you let out a loud moan, the image making his dick throb in his jeans. The more he curls and speeds up his fingers, the more you start to relax. He has to press his palm into the erection straining in his jeans, wanting to focus all of his attention on you.

He uses his thumb to rub at your clit, pressing a little harder every now and then as he speeds up his fingers, your wetness starting to drip down his wrist. He leans back down over your face, his forearm braced next to your head as his nose brushes over your ear. "They ever make you feel this good? Hm?" he whispers in your ear, making you clench around his fingers, and he slides in a third, your legs starting to twitch as he continues to reach that spongy spot inside you.

Hell to the no, no one's ever made you feel this good. The best you could get was a few rubs at your clit, and they'd call it a day. You whine in frustration when you feel him slow down. "I need an answer, baby."

"No, no," you stutter as you shake your head, your hand grabbing his wrist when he picks up speed. "God, Hanta, don't stop."

If he's being honest, he could probably cum from this alone. You feel so tight, warm around his fingers, your walls clenching around them, and the only thing he can imagine is how you would feel around him. Wondering if he could make your sounds louder, make your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he releases a soft groan as his imagination runs wild.

You're moaning his name, your grip on his wrist borderline bruising, and you cum without warning, your back arching off the bed, your mouth open in a silent moan, your legs shaking as you release more slick onto the sheets under you.

When you wince at the oversensitivity, he pulls his fingers out, your chest heaving as he pushes them in his mouth, the taste of you not doing anything to help the throbbing between his legs. His nose brushes yours as he smirks, your eyes opening when he speaks.

"You okay?" he asks, and you scoff in exertion as you nod, and when he shifts, you can feel his hard-on digging into your leg.

"Yeah," you breathe, placing a hand over your chest as you catch your breath. "Do you want some help?" you question, your hand moving down to palm him, and he digs his fingers into his palm at the stimulation.

"Only if you want to," he offers, not wanting you to feel like you owe him something, but he doesn't stop you when you push him onto his back, situating yourself between his legs.

"I want to," you say, your gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, and he rests a hand behind his head as you lightly trail your hands down his shirt, chewing your lip softly as you feel the rippling muscles through the material.

Goosebumps breaking out over his skin, his breathing starting to pick up slightly in anticipation, and his hips jolt slightly when you run your hand over his crotch before you unbutton and unzip his pants agonizingly slow. He takes a deep breath after you finally get his clothes off, his dick almost painfully hard.

You run your nails over his thighs, his stomach, everywhere but where he wants to touch him, and he groans when he feels your lips on his thighs, your teeth pulling at the skin before you suck it softly. "Damn it, baby, stop teasing me," he groans, multiple marks appearing over his skin, and the smile you respond with has him twitching.

The persona you had earlier was completely gone, making him wonder where in the hell it went. He moans in surprise when he feels your tongue lick over his balls before sliding one in your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, making him drop his head against the pillows as his eyes close.

When you lick up the precum drooling from the tip, his moan gets louder, his hands gripping the sheets beside his hips. Sweat starts to break out over his forehead as your tongue swirls around it before taking all of him in your mouth. He bucks his hips up into your mouth by accident, and he tries to apologize, but your head starts moving up and down, and he's at a loss for words.

He sits himself up on his elbow, groaning again when he meets your eyes, his lip slipping between his teeth as his eyes start to have trouble staying open. He bucks his hips again, having a hard time fighting against the heat of your mouth, his head falling back on his shoulders.

"God damn it, shit, you are so good at this," he moans, and you guide his hand to your head, which makes him lift his up. You push his further onto your head, and he gets the message instantly, grabbing a fistful of your hair, your throat relaxing, cheeks hollowing, as you place your hands on his thighs.

He moves your head up and down as his hips buck up every now and then, fucking your throat, the vibrations of your garbled moans only sending him higher. His moans are uncontrollable at this point, and he can't help it when he can see the tears running down your face, short gagging noises starting to fill the room.

He's not going to last long, the knot in his spine moments from snapping, and when he tries to pull you off, you push down on his hand, making his eyes go wide. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna--"

You bop your head faster, and he grits his teeth as he cums, his load shooting down your throat as you take him all into your mouth. His legs twitch as you keep your mouth on him until he's pushing lightly at your forehead, finally making you relent. His limbs fall flat against the bed as he throws his arm over his forehead, and you chuckle softly as you cough lightly. "Fuck," he breathes before looking at you, watching you wipe your face before he grabs your arm. "C'mere."

He pulls you up to him, bringing you closer when he cups the back of your neck. "Good?" you prompt, your voice hoarse, and a smirk on your face before he pulls you in for a deep kiss, tasting yourselves on each other's tongue.

"Amazing," he stresses meeting your lips again, this time a little more lazily, sighing contently as you smile, making both of you laugh softly.

You're thinking way too much. Right? You groan softly as you rub a hand over your face, leaning back in the seat. What you and Sero did the other day doesn't mean anything, does it? He hasn't really mentioned it, but you haven't talked to him because he's had practice and...

You slap a hand to your forehead, making the person sitting at the end of the table glance at you in confusion.

You sucked a guy's dick, and you don't even have his number???

You groan again as you let your head fall forward, the person eventually getting up and leaving, and you would apologize, but you're too busy dealing with your inner turmoil. How in the hell did you even let that happen? Maybe it was the horniness and your post-orgasm haze that clouded your judgment. Or maybe it was clouded because of Sero. Who's really fucking hot. With amazing thighs and--

This time you drop your head to the table, flinching at the pain and the loud echo that can probably be heard by everyone in the vicinity. "What'd I tell you about studying so hard?"

You snap your head up, looking to your right to see Sero sitting next to you, dropping his backpack on the table. "You'll fry your brain," he adds as he holds out a cup in front of you.

You frown as you look at it. "What's this?" you ask, taking it.

"Smoothie. You're favorite, right?" You blink in surprise, recognizing your order, and you nod distractedly.

"Uh, yeah, it is. Thanks," you say, and he gives you a quick 'you're welcome' before scooting closer to you, looking at what's in front of you.

"You're studying so hard for economics? That class is light work," he responds, and you roll your eyes fondly.

"That's because you slack off," you chide, making him scoff playfully as he holds a hand to his chest. You laugh softly as you drink the smoothie, and you think to yourself, how did he know this was your favorite?

You jump out of your thoughts when you feel his head fall into your lap, laying in the chair next to you as his feet stay on the floor. "What're you doing?" you ask.

"Laying down," he responds plainly, not even taking his attention off of his phone.

To be completely honest, you thought he wouldn't speak to you anymore after that you both did. There's no way he's actually interested in you, right? Both of you are mostly opposites, you don't even know how he managed to notice you. You don't seem like the type of person he'd 'go' for.

Granted, you don't really know who that would be.

Maybe he's just staying around until you sleep together, and then he'll just disappear. You shake your head internally, feeling stupid. You shouldn't have told him you were a virgin. That's probably what his intention was all along, and you can't help but feel a pathetic feeling sinking in you.

It's probably all a part of his plan to lure you in, and you're falling for it. Like an idiot. You felt safe with him, making you feel comfortable and not pushing you to do anything you didn't want to do. But maybe that's how he does it; he's probably used those lines before with other girls, and you're definitely no different.

You feel something warm on your face, and you look down, realizing it's his hand. "What's wrong?" he asks, his phone resting on the table, and you shake your head, using your smoothie to help you stall for an answer.

"Nothing. I'm just really worried about this test coming," you lie, hoping it's enough to deter him, but to your dismay, it doesn't, his thumb over your cheek softly.

"That's not it," he says, and you scoff as you put on a fake smile.

"It's nothing, seriously, I'm fine," you repeat, and he sits up like he's about to press you further when a voice cuts him off.

"Really, Sero? The captain's gonna flip if you're late." It's Kirishima, and he waves at you before looking back at Sero, an annoyed look on his face. "You had all this time."

"But I have something to do," he tries, glancing at you, and Kirishima raises his eyebrows.

"And what're you gonna say to him?"

Sero groans softly as he rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry, I gotta go," he says, and you don't know if you're grateful or disheartened, but before he stands, and he holds his hand out. "Give me your phone."

You raise an eyebrow but unlock it anyway, handing it to him. He types something in, and he's handing the phone back to you and standing before Kirishima can say something else. You're looking at your phone, and he tilts your chin up, planting his lips on yours softly.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He gives you a wink before turning around, waving off whatever comment Kirishima said, but you don't even hear it, too focused on what just happened.

He's out of sight by the time you come to, and then your face is heating up as you put your face in your hands.

If it's one thing you hate, it's being confused about your feelings. Along with being played with. You decided to eat lunch outside today, hoping the good weather would help you clear your head, but so far, it's proving to be futile.

You hadn't even bothered to check your phone, trying to dive into studying to see if that would help, and you're very close to pulling your hair out. You close the textbook about to shove it in your bag when your phone pings with a text.

G.H.G.O.A.T. >I miss you :(

You frown, giving your phone an incredulous look before you type back a response.

You >Uh, who is this?

G.H.G.O.A.T >The love of your life, duh

The response is almost instant, and you shake your head.

You >Sero?

You expect a text back, but then you see your phone light up, seeing that he's calling you now, and you scoff as you answer it. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"

"We're in the weight room today, and I'm taking a break. Don't you miss me too?" he says, changing the subject, and you scoff softly.

"No," you joke, the smile on your face hard to get rid of as you hear him squawk indignantly.

"You're so mean to me, princess," he whines as you tap at the table with your nail.

"Are you even supposed to have your phone right now?" you ask, someone yelling in the background as you finish the question.

"Technically, no, but I'd rather talk to you, pretty girl," he responds quickly, and you hate how your face goes warm at the compliment.

"What does the acronym stand for anyway?" you ask, trying not to focus on the feelings running through your head.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Uh, no?" you respond, your eyebrow quirked.

"The greatest head giver of all time. Duh." You let out a laugh in surprise.

"I am not keeping that as your contact name," you admit, and you can hear him protest.

"I'll take the love of your life as well," he teases, making you roll your eyes, and before you can respond, someone's yelling in the background again, making Sero yell back. "I gotta go before the coach gets my ass. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, quickly shaking off the stupid smile on your face.

"Shut the hell up, Denki. I'm coming!" you hear him. "See ya later, beautiful." And then he hangs up, leaving your face warmer than it was before. But at the same time, it makes you wonder how long this is going to be going on. If his plan is to just punch your v-card, then maybe you should just get it over with.

There's no reason to delay the inevitable, but there's a part of you that doesn't think that that's his intention, which is why you're having such conflicting feelings right now. Should you feel flattered that he thinks you're pretty enough to be his next target? Right now, you mostly feel stupid, thinking for even a second that you could possibly get a relationship out of this.

And here you are again. You decided to eat outside to clear your head, and you're back in the same cycle of thoughts. You let out a groan as you let your head fall back on your shoulders. You look at your phone, seeing that you only have a few minutes before your next class, so you pack up your stuff, putting in your earbuds, deciding to focus on the music to drown out your thoughts.

~

It's your last class of the day, and you've never felt more grateful that it ended early. Even though the sun has just started setting, you want nothing more than to get some food and go back to your apartment. It was actually going great for you, the line wasn't long, which means that you would get back home sooner.

But just as you walk out of the dining hall, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, making them drop slightly. "You look like you're on a mission. Can I join you?"

You roll your eyes as you turn to see a familiar face, the smile he's wearing contagious. "I'm going home," you tell him, and he pouts softly.

"Is it to study?" he asks, and you nod your head.

"Well, then just come back to my place." You stop walking, and he follows suit, shrugging his shoulders. "We can help each other, right?"

You shouldn't, but every time you get around him, he makes that voice in your head scream louder. The voice that refuses to believe he has ill intentions. "How do I know you'll actually study?" you quip, and he keeps walking, ultimately turning you in the opposite direction.

"Can't stay on the team if I have shit grades," he says. "And if I have you there, you'll keep me motivated," he adds, and you give him a skeptical smile.

"Oh, really?" you jab, and he gives you a firm nod.

"Of course," he starts, leaning closer to you. "Cause if I'm good then you can reward me," he whispers, making you shudder deeply, and he chuckles to himself before he kisses you, a lot sloppier than you would prefer in public before he continues the walk to his dorm.

When you get there, the building doesn't seem that lively, and you're thankful because this doesn't look like a co-ed dorm, and you could be spared the looks right now. You're surprised that he's living in a dorm, but you assume because he's an athlete, the dorms would a bit of an upgrade, the place looking almost as nice as your apartment.

There's not much of a living room or a kitchen, but it's enough to get him by, the place has two separate bedrooms and a bathroom. He leads you to his room, turning the lights on as he throws his backpack in his desk chair. "You can make yourself comfortable. There's no need to be so stiff, princess."

You nod as you drop your bag near his bed, toying off your shoes, setting yourself on the edge of his bed before you dive into your food partly because you're hungry, and partly because you just need something to do. He plops down next to you, stealing a fry before you can react, and he laugh when you push him away.

He pushes himself up towards the head of the bed, leaning against the wall. "So, what're you gonna help me study?" he asks, placing his hands behind his head.

"I'm not helping you do anything. I have to study too," you respond, and he rolls his eyes before he grabs his backpack, pulling out some index cards as he returns to his original position.

"Could you at least quiz me?" he tries, and you tilt your head as you hold your hand out. He puts the cards in your hand, and you read off the first question, his answer making you shake your head.

"That's not right," you say, finishing your food, and he scoffs.

"There's no way."

You frown. "Didn't you make these? What you said doesn't match," you respond, and he takes the card from you, reading it to himself.

"That's basically what I said." You shake your head fondly as you go through the stack, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise when he takes it from you, throwing it to the side. "I'm bored," he states, pulling you into his lap, placing your legs on either side of him as his hands rub up and down your thighs.

"We just started."

"I'd rather be kissing you though," he says, not waiting for a response as he kisses your neck, purposefully running his tongue piercing up your neck. "Haven't I been good enough?" he murmurs in your ear, your breathing already picking up.

"You haven't even done anything," you breathe slowly, your focus barely on your words, and he grabs your ass, grinding you into his crotch as he finally puts his lips on yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you moan softly when you feel him swirl his tongue around yours, his hands arching your back further into him.

"Yo, Sero!" The loud voice follows the door opening, and you jump violently as you move your face into his neck, hesitantly turning your head, your face as hot as a flamethrower.

"What the fuck, man?" Sero groans as Denki laughs.

"Shit, my bad. Didn't know you were in the middle of something. Guess that means you don't wanna hang out with the team," he adds, and Sero nods his head, but his hands never leave your body.

"Yes, it does. Now get the fuck out," he responds shortly, and he chuckles again as he holds his hands up.

"Okay, okay. Relax," he starts, walking towards the door, but he turns to you when he gets to it. "He talks about you all the time."

"Denki--"

"Seriously, you should've seen how ecstatic he was when he finally got your name--"

Sero cuts him off with a shout of his name, not giving him any more room to talk, once again hearing his laugh as the door closes, and Sero chuckles nervously. "Sorry about that," he tells you sheepishly. "That guy has no boundaries."

You huff softly as you shake your head. "It's okay," you say. "You were happy you learned my name?" you ask hesitantly, and he releases another nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck.

"Well--he says stupid stuff all of the time," he explains, his face terribly red.

"And you talk about me?" you press with a soft chuckle, and he gives you a lazy shrug.

"I mean, yeah," he grins. "It's kinda hard not to," he adds, making you smile softly.

"If you wanna hang out with your friends, you can. I don't wanna stop you," you shrug, and his hands are back on your ass, pulling you into him again.

"I see them all the time. I don't get to see you a lot, and I'd rather spend time with you anyway," he reassures, and you play with your hands as you look down, those thoughts flooding back into your head, and he notices your change in demeanor, his hands move to rub over your back.

"Why?" you ask, and he scoffs fondly.

"Cause you're way more fun than them," he responds, and he doesn't give you enough to think about what that could mean because he's saying something else. "You wanna watch a movie or something?" he asks, and you give him a look.

"What about studying?"

"I think it's been well established that I don't wanna study," he decides before leaning over to grab the remote. "We can watch anything you want to."

"I don't care."

He hums as he scrolls through the selection, and he smiles when he hears your scoff. "A baseball movie?" you muse.

"It's a classic. You can't go wrong," he responds before throws the remote towards the nightstand, and he moves until he's laying down on his back, pulling you into him as he throws your leg over him.

"I can't stay the night, Sero," you tell him, feeling fatigue start to come over you, the movie nearly putting you to sleep. Or could that be because of his heartbeat?

"I'll wake you up, don't worry," he says absentmindedly, and you know that he won't, but the hand he's rubbing up and down your back isn't helping you stay awake. And you don't really trust that he actually will. "You can't go to sleep yet, this is the best part."

"The movie just started, Hanta," you answer sleepily, snuggling further into his chest, and you hear him chuckle as you feel him pull the comforter over you.

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't change anything." You blink sleepily as you try to watch the images in front of you, but the warmth is making you fall asleep way faster than before. "You can't change my contact name," you barely hear him say.

"What?"

"You can't change my contact name because yours is the same." You frown at him as you lift your head up, and he turns his phone towards you, and lo and behold, that same acronym is in place of your name.

"Where'd you get that picture from?" you ask, squinting as you look at the contact photo, and he's quick to move the phone away.

"I took it earlier today," he answers quietly.

"That's such a bad picture," you scold, but there's no heat behind it as you put your head down.

"I think you look cute," he defends quickly, and he smiles when you do, and he watches your eyes flutter close. "Baby, you gotta give me a kiss."

"Why?" you whine in annoyance.

"A goodnight kiss," he clarifies, and you don't open your eyes when you respond.

"You're not going to sleep," you deadpan.

"Please?" he whispers, dragging out the word, and you huff as you roll your eyes before you lift yourself up, your lips meeting firmly, and he smiles into the kiss. "Goodnight, baby."

You flop down onto him, your face in his neck as you pull the comforter up to your chin. "Goodnight, Hanta."

When you wake up, you shield your eyes from the sun beaming in through the blinds, your mouth dry. You frown as you shift your face away from the sun, groaning softly, and you blink to get the sleep out of your eyes.

You're not in your room.

You sit up as you look around, and that's when you realize Sero's not in the bed with you. Before your mind can think of the worst possibilities, the door's opening, and you're greeting with a Sero, who's only in tight black briefs.

No. No. It's too early for this.

"How'd you sleep?" he asks, drying his hair some more before throwing the towel to the side.

"It's the next day, Hanta," you chastise. "You said you would wake me up." And you really wish he would put some fucking pants on.

"But you looked so peaceful. I couldn't bring myself to do it," he responds, and thank goodness he slips on some shorts before walking over towards you.

"Gee, you're so kind," you joke, and he smirks at you as he leans down.

"I know, right?" He moves in to kiss you, and you back away, making him frown.

"I have morning breath," you say, covering your mouth, and he rolls his eyes before nodding his head towards the bathroom.

"I have extras," he tells you and you hesitate as you move the blankets.

"What about Denki?" you ask, a little worried you'll run into him.

"Don't worry about him. He already left," he says, slipping on a shirt as he grabs his bag, and you slip out of the bed, making your way to the bathroom.

When you walk out, you see him fully dressed, baseball cap on his head with his bag slung over his shoulder. "I know it's Saturday, but I have a game, so I can't sleep in with you like I want to," he groans like it's the worst thing in the world.

"That's okay. Good luck," you respond, and he slips his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I want you to come," he continues, and you frown.

"I won't have time. I still have to shower."

"The game's not until later this afternoon, I just have to get there extra early," he says with a roll of his eyes.

"Um, I can try," you say, chewing your lip softly, and he beams at you.

"Perfect. Now, let's go," he orders, pulling you out of the hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"You're walking with me to the stadium. Obviously," he grins.

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because you'll make the walk there more bearable." You don't fight it, and your apartment isn't that far from the stadium, so you slip on your shoes and grab your bag, and he's got his arm around you the entire walk there.

He calls out to some of his teammates when you get to the stadium, and you'll definitely have to change. It's only late in the morning and the temperature is already getting hot. "I'll see you at the game, right?" he asks when he turns to you.

"We'll see," you tease, and he's adjusting his cap further up his head as he leans down.

"You're no fun," he jabs before he kisses you, wrapping his arm around you, deepening the kiss. You hear his teammates cheer and holler, but you're not really paying attention when he slides his tongue into your mouth.

"Sero! Stop macking your girl and come on!" At that, he pulls away, satisfied that your lips are puffy and that you're breathless, and gives you one last peck before he slides the hat onto your head.

"See you at the game, beautiful."

And you watch as he walks away, some of the guys shoving him playfully when he gets to them, and the stupid smile you have on your face never leaves the entire way to your apartment.

"And where the hell have you been?" Mina questions as soon as you walk through the door, and your head is towards the floor as you slip your shoes off.

"Nowhere," you mumble, dropping your bag into a chair as you make your way towards your room, and you know Mina's not going to drop it, prodding you with questions as you try to decide what to wear.

"You slept with someone?" she tries, and you scoff as you shake your head.

"No."

"Then who's cap are you wearing?" You frown at her as you throw your clothes on the bed.

"It's mine," you lie and she gasps.

"You're sleeping with someone on the baseball team? Look at you go!" You wave your hands frantically as you shake your head.

"No. I am not sleeping with someone on the baseball team," you deny.

"So, you're seeing someone on the team?" Now that causes you to stall, the hesitation making her laugh loudly. "You are! Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug as you struggle to come up with an answer. "I dunno," you reply lamely before moving towards the bathroom.

"Well, you're gonna tell me everything on the way there," she says, following you.

"Where?"

"To the game of course. I have to see this guy for myself," she concludes, and there's no way she's backing down, so you roll your eyes before making your way towards the shower.

~

"Did we have to sit so close to the field?" you ask as you sit down, taking a sip from your drink.

"Of course, we did! I have to be able to see what this guy looks like." You roll your eyes again as you fan yourself.

"The game hasn't even started yet."

"That means you have time to tell me everything."

You reluctantly tell her everything, making sure she keeps her voice down for the rather explicit stuff, hoping you're not getting weird looks as you recall everything that's happened. "I don't know, maybe it's all a joke or something," you say when she asks why didn't tell her anything from the start.

"What you just told me does not sound like a joke. He knows your favorite smoothie, and you never told him? Something's definitely there."

You don't get to respond, the game getting ready to start, and you turn all of your attention towards it. You don't know a ton about baseball, but you know enough to understand what's going on, whereas Mina's mostly just watching for the guys, but it's not like you can blame her.

"Oh, my God! There he is!" she yells almost too loud for your liking, slapping you on the arm in excitement, and you slap her hand away. "Damn, babe, you chose a hot one."

"Shut the hell up," you hiss. "And how'd you know?"

"Because the number on 'your' cap matches the one on his jersey." You jump in shock, and without taking it off, you run your fingers over the front, and yep. You feel the number seven under your fingers, the number splayed on his back as he stands in the on-deck circle, practicing his swings. And you thought he was hot in just regular clothes.

It should be illegal for a uniform to be that tight, right? There's no way that should be allowed. The couple of swings he does allows you to see every inch of his muscles, his arms nearly bulging out of his uniform, like he's not even wearing it at all. You bite your lip softly as images run through your head, and you're quick to shake them off, not sure if you should thank or curse Mina for sitting so close to the field.

Your eyebrows raise when he turns around, his eyes landing on you instantly like he knew you were there, and you give him a small wave. You frown at him when he starts poking at his cheek, tilting your head in confusion, but when he puckers his lips, you instantly understand what he means, and you're quickly shaking your head.

The smirk on his face turns into a pout, his body slumping slightly, and you smile softly at his reaction. He's continuously mouthing please, and you elbow Mina lightly in the ribs as she giggles at the both of you. You cautiously look around before hesitantly bringing your hand up to your mouth, your lips meeting your fingers before you flick your hand his way, your face heating up at the cheesy gesture. He's smiling at you, as he grabs the imaginary kiss out of the air before placing his hand on his cheek.

You roll your eyes as you shake your head at how much of a dork he is before he turns back to the field, stepping into the batter's box. You find yourself waiting anxiously for the pitch, and you don't even realize how tense you are until you hear a satisfying crack ring out, the ball flying through the air as Sero drops the bat and runs.

The ball quickly flies past the outfielders, not high enough to be easily caught, effectively aiding him in making it to third. "Does this mean you're gonna be your boyfriend's biggest cheerleader?" Mina teases, and you laugh beside yourself as you push her lightly, rolling her eyes.

The only thing you dislike about baseball games is how long they can be, the sun feeling it's trying to kill you, and you and Mina reapply sunscreen more than you would've liked, your skin feeling awfully sticky along with the combination of your sweat.

You actually find yourself cheering pretty loudly, but other are people are doing it too, so you're not really thinking about it. Mina's cheering with you, with the teasing of course, but by the time the game is over, it seems to cease, much to your relief.

The game was nearly close, so when it's over, you're working on calming down your racing heartbeat as you watch the team celebrate their win. Just as you and Mina get to the stairs to start walking out of the stadium, you hear someone yell your name. Both of you turn around, seeing Sero waving at you, and before you can even think about walking towards him, Mina's walking up the stairs tossing a "see you later" over her shoulder.

You roll your eyes when she winks at you before turning around, leaning down a bit as Sero jogs towards you. They're not that high up from the field, and Hanta's tall, so it's not like you have to go far. He's covered in sweat and dirt, but the smile he wears on his face spreads across yours. "You came," he says, and you shrug softly.

"I mean, you wanted me to, right?" His smile widens as he takes a couple of steps closer, beckoning you closer with a curl of his finger. When you get close enough, his hand grabs your neck just on the side of possessive before kissing you deeply, the contact leaving you wanting more, and he smirks at you when you chase after him.

"Thanks for coming," he says against your lips, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.

"Yeah, of course," is really all you can manage without stuttering like a nervous wreck. He gives your neck a tiny squeeze before he pulls away.

"Meet me outside the stadium, okay?" You nod in agreement, and he smiles again before jogging away.

~

You wait for him, sitting on one of the benches mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and you can hear his voice before you see him. You look up, seeing him talking to Denki, so you get up, slowly making your way towards him, and you can see Denki's eyes drift over to you before they move back to Sero.

You don't know what he says, but Sero shoves him away, Denki responding with a laugh before he turns around to greet you, throwing an arm around your neck, pulling you into him. "You did really good," you say as he starts to walk the both of you wherever.

"Only because you were there," he responds making you roll your eyes playfully. "Seriously, your cheers motivated me."

"Everyone was cheering, there's no way you heard me," you argue, and he just chuckles at you softly before kissing you on the forehead.

"So, what're we gonna do?" he asks, changing the subject, and you sigh heavily as you let your head fall back on your shoulders slightly.

"Well, I am going back to my place and getting in the shower. I feel disgusting," you add, frowning softly.

"Sounds good," he says before turning to walk the both of you towards your apartment, and you squint at him.

"But you already took one?" you question, and you're almost certain he did because for one, he smells amazing, and even though you're close to him, you're having a hard time preventing yourself from pushing further into him.

"No harm in taking another one."

"Hanta, I would actually like to get clean," you groan. "That's the whole point of a shower."

"You hear the water running, don'tcha?"

You are currently caught between Sero and the shower wall, basically completely dry because he's the only one getting hit by the stream. "But you're blocking the water--" He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, and you can feel his smirk against them.

"Just one more, okay?" The huff you're about to release is cut short once again when he starts kissing down your jaw, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into him allowing you to feel his growing hardness digging into your thigh.

His tongue spends a lot of time on your neck, catching any stray droplets that have made it onto your skin, the piercing making you shudder under the strokes. You feel him bite at the skin under your collarbones, and your hands run up his back, your nails digging into his skin slightly.

When the water finally hits your skin, you expect him to let you actually shower, but no, his hands are still on you, the only difference this time is that he's behind you, and Sero's added soap to his hands. His fingers run slow circles over your nipples before pulling on them slightly, and your head falls back on his shoulder, his lips instantly finding yours.

You grind against his hard-on digging into your ass, and one of your hands moving into his hair. He releases a deep groan against your lips at the same time you softly moan his name, and then it seems like you both are thinking the same thing as you start to rinse all of the soap off your body as he does the same with his hands.

He quickly turns the water off, getting out of the shower first as he finds a towel, making a half-ass job of drying the both of you off, his lips on yours once again as you stumble into your room. He puts the towel down on the bed, spreading it out before getting on the bed, pulling you down on top of him. You whine against your will when he grinds you against him, both of you gasping at the friction.

He kisses you sloppily, his hands moving your hips faster, your moans and his groans mingling together as your nails dig deep into his skin. One of your hands moves to the nape of his neck, feeling him shudder against you when you scratch across it as his hand digs into your ass, his nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin as you roll your hips feverishly.

His arm is wrapped around you, causing the both of you to be chest to chest, and you're pretty sure he can feel your heart hammering out of your chest. "I want--" you start, having a hard time keeping your hips still so you can get your thoughts together.

"I want it, Hanta," you whisper shakily, your body nearly trembling from the stimulation, and it takes him a moment to register your words, exchanging a couple of wet kisses with you before he pulls away.

"What?" he mumbles at first before it finally clicks in his head, his eyes widening when it does. "Wait, here--now?" he asks like he's in disbelief. "I don't have a--" He trails off, doing a double-take towards your nightstand.

You follow his lead, scoffing in borderline embarrassment when your eyes land on the condom resting on top of your nightstand.

Fucking Mina.

You groan softly in annoyance as Sero laughs softly. "Well, I do now," he chides, and you share a small chuckle before you turn to look at him, the arousal in the air slowly being replaced with awkwardness. His hands go from gripping your thighs possessively to rubbing over them soothingly. "Are you sure?" he asks you quietly. "We don't have to," he assures.

You nod your head. "Yes, I'm sure," you respond, feeling nervousness flooding your system.

He gives you a soft smile as he nods. "Okay, but if you wanna stop at any time, let me know instantly. Okay?" You nod your head eagerly, and he carefully moves the both of you until you're laying on your back and he's hovering over you. "Promise?"

You take a deep breath as you slightly roll your eyes. "Yes, Sero, I promise." His smile widens as he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, and then his lips are pressing against yours, his hands spreading your legs a little wider as he fits himself in between them more comfortably.

His kisses are soft but full of desire as his hands move to your tits, massaging them softly, his thumbs rubbing over the hardened nipples, his lips starting to move down your neck, every contact of his lips making you shudder. He keeps moving down, brushing his nose down your sternum before putting his mouth on one, making you sigh, your hand moving into his hair.

His tongue flicks and twirls before he closes his lips around it and sucks, quickly popping off to do the other one. "Hanta," you huff impatiently, and you can feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your stomach.

"You gotta be patient, baby. Have to make sure you're nice and wet," he explains, which only makes you let out another impatient noise, but from what he felt not too long ago when you were on top of him, he didn't need to do anything for long.

He spreads your legs, his mouth watering the moment his eyes land on your soaking wet folds, and just as you're about to say something about him staring at you, he's pulling you towards him, his mouth on you so fast that it makes you gasp loudly.

Making up for the fact that he didn't get to taste you the last time, he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. It's sloppy and loud, and you would be embarrassed if it wasn't the best head of your life. It's nearly overwhelming, his tongue running through your folds before circling and flicking at your clit, and every time you even think about moving away, his hands are digging further into your thighs and pulling you closer.

You can't even think straight, your hand pulling at his hair, moaning loudly when he thrusts his tongue inside of you, and when your legs start to squeeze his head, he groans against you as his nose bumps against your clit. And he's totally living up to that stupid acronym he put as his contact name.

He seems to push his face further into you, and you're worried that he actually might suffocate, but it soon fizzles out when you feel his fingers slide into you. His mouth focuses on your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, spreading them to stretch you out.

He pins your legs down when they start to shake, your orgasm not that far from approaching, and you can't do anything but cry out at the constant stimulation of the bundle of nerves inside and outside of your sex.

And it takes one firm suck at your clit for it to finally hit you, your grip on his hair borderline painful, but he doesn't care as he listens to you cum as he catches as much of your release as he can, which makes him groan again. "You taste so good," he says against your folds, still keeping up his movements, making you whine loudly at the overstimulation.

"Hanta, please," you breathe, and you take deep breaths when he finally pulls away. He sits up, licking his fingers and around his mouth before moving to hover over you.

"You feeling good?" he asks, and you nod your head quickly, your breathing still ragged. "You wanna keep going?"

Your nod is a little more energetic this time, and he reaches over to grab the condom, tearing it almost too slow with his teeth, and he can you tense in his peripheral as he slides the condom on.

He spreads your legs a little more before bracing one of his arms next to your head. "Just relax, okay?" His face is close to yours, but his eyes look down as he guides himself in, and he quickly looks back at you when he hears you wince.

"I'm okay," you say, reassuring him so that he doesn't stop, and when he gets a little more ways in, he moves his other arm to the other side of your head, and your nails dig into his arm. He moves his hand back down, rubbing at your clit as he slowly bottoms out, looking at you to make sure you're okay.

He kisses you softly as his hands rub over your body, trying to help you relax. His hands grab at your hips, his face falling into your neck, feeling you pulse around him, and he groans softly. "Okay?" He barely manages to say the word as he lifts his head, and you nod your head, his hands moving into yours.

"Yeah, yeah, you can move," you breathe as his hands lace with yours, and you just can't get over how full you feel, and you've barely gotten used to it before he's moving his hips back, the empty feeling back for only two seconds before it's gone again.

You let out a practically breathless scream, the air feeling like it's being punched out of your lungs as your nails dig into the back of Sero's hands. "Fuck, baby--fuck." It's really all he can say, finally being able to be inside you after fantasizing about it, and you take your hands from his and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.

"Faster, Hanta, please." The soft, broken words you whisper in his ear only spur him on, his hips quickly picking up the pace, shifting his hips until he's found the spot that has you clamping around him.

He pulls back to kiss you, feeling how close he is and how he wants to hold back, wants you to cum first even though you're making it almost impossible. His hand is back on the puffy bud, rubbing, rolling, light pinches, the stimulation bringing you higher and higher until your back arches, pressing you against him.

You cum with a broken whine, your body tensing as it rips through you, and your nails dig and scratch across the nape of his neck, easily sending him over the edge with you, and he can barely muffle his grunt against your lips, shooting into the rubber as his pace turns into slow rolls to ride out your highs.

It's just ragged breathing for the next couple of minutes along with the sounds of his lips against yours as his hands are back rubbing across your body, calming and bringing you back down. "Are you okay?" he asks, resting his forehead against yours, and you nod as your hands come to rest on his neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I am," you answer, feeling such a strong feeling of happiness, which you know is from your high, but you can't help but feel giddy even though your body is tired.

He pulls out as slow as possible, but it still causes you to wince, and he gives you a quick apology before tying the condom off. "Is your roommate gonna be here any time soon?"

And then that euphoria is gone.

"What?" You frown slightly at the question, but then you quickly recover, shaking your head. "No, she's not gonna be back for a few hours," you tell him, and he nods before tossing the condom in the trash, pulling on his shorts, and leaving the room.

Was that it? Were you really just another body for him? Bonus points for him to gain because he took it?

You feel your heart sink, far too many emotions to process as you suddenly feel too exposed, curling yourself under the blanket and wincing when you feel the sensitivity between your legs. You fight hard to stop at least one tear from falling, but it doesn't work; the droplet soaking the pillowcase under your face.

You jump when you hear him come back in, feeling the bed dip next to you. "Baby, what're you doing? I gotta clean you up." He stops when he carefully rolls you over, seeing the look on your face. "Woah, woah. What's wrong?"

You can't even look at him, wanting to pull the blanket over in shame, but he won't let you. "I need you to talk to me, baby. What happened?"

"Was I just a game to you? Someone to string along until you got what you wanted?" He looks at you like you've just said the most absurd thing in the world, and you watch as he sighs before handing you the shirt that was in his hand.

"Put this on first, and let me clean you up, alright?" You eye him cautiously as you take the shirt, slipping it over your body as he pulls the blanket away from you. The rag he has is warm as he carefully cleans you up before letting the rag fall to the floor.

He grabs your arms, pulling you towards him as he leans against the wall, moving you so that you're sitting on his lap. "You are so much more than a game to me," he starts. "From the moment my eyes landed on you, I've never felt that way about you."

You look away, your thoughts conflicted, and he grips your chin softly, shifting your face back to his. "Where is this coming from?"

You shrug. "You just never established anything, and I thought that you were--" You cut yourself off, shaking your head. "Nothing. It's stupid."

"How you feel and what you thought is not stupid," he tells you strongly. "It was my fault for not making my intentions clear from the start. This actually wasn't supposed to happen." He finishes it with a laugh, but he's quick to backtrack when he sees your face.

"No, not like that. I spent weeks trying to get the courage to talk to you to ask you out on a date. But I guess I got too excited and got way too ahead of myself. Some boyfriend I am."

"Boyfriend?" you try hesitantly, and he looks you in the eye, wrapping his arms around your lower back.

"Yeah. I want you to be mine. If you'll have me." He chuckles as he glances down before looking back at you. "I really, really like you. Like a lot, and I'm sorry that I've made you feel this way, but I want to assure you right now, that I do not look at you that way. I never did."

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your smile. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I just did everything in the wrong order," he says, making both of you laugh. "So, if you say yes, then I'll take you on a proper date."

"Well, where are you taking me?"

His face seems to brighten even more as he jumps slightly. "Are you saying yes?" You can't help but laugh as you nod, and he flipping the both of you over, trapping you on the mattress as he peppers kisses all over your face.

"I seriously do really, really like you," he repeats after he pulls away, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"And I really, really like you, too, Hanta."

A/N: If you stayed this long, seriously. Thanks for reading

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[jean-kayak]

Make It Up To You

Summary: After your boyfriend blows you off once again, he finally realizes the potential consequence of his actions

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x black!fem!reader

Warnings: angst at the beginning, fluff at the end, smut (18+!!), fingering, unprotected sex, my poor attempt at writing soft smut lmfao, little bit of body worship, reader is picked up

Word Count: 3214

A/N: LMFAO, listen, someone requested that they wanted more aomine x black!fem!reader content, and it wasn't even supposed to become a fic 💀 but I had been sitting on this for a while and I kept getting ideas, so here we are! And anon, if you're still around to read this, I'm sorry its super late and I hope you enjoy!

You roll your eyes when you hear the door open and close, not even taking your eyes off the screen as you pause the show you're watching. You hear the footsteps stop, your anger rising the longer he goes without saying anything.

"You blew me off again, Aomine," you start, moving your eyes to look at him when he sucks his teeth.

"Babe, don't give me that. I told you I was gonna practice late." You shake your head in annoyance, a bitter scoff leaving you.

"For the third time this week?" you stress, and he sighs as he rubs his forehead, wiping away some of the water that's dripping down his face, his hair still damp from the shower he took at the gym.

"You can't come home early at all anymore? Is that what it is?" you ask, but he responds with another frustrated sigh, and you cut him off when he tries to speak. "Save it, Aomine."

You lay down, throwing a blanket over yourself as you turn your attention to your phone. You're tired and you don't want to have this conversation again. The atmosphere is tense, but you're eyes stay glued to your phone, not noticing how your boyfriend's shoulder slump.

"Baby, I-"

"I said to save it, Aomine. I'm done talking about it," you reply harshly, not even glancing his way, curling into yourself a little tighter despite the fact that the couch isn't that big.

He opens his mouth to say something again, but he stops himself, walking to your room as sleep starts to overcome him. When he gets into the cold bed, he waits for you, but you never come and soon the sounds from the TV are filtering through the door, and he spends his time staring at the ceiling.

Even though he's terribly tired, every time he closes his eyes, he never falls asleep, and he spends the entire night with burning eyes from the lack of sleep, figuratively punching him. He's a piece of shit.

He replays the conversation, or lack thereof, in his head over and over again, and he feels his heart sink. He can't get the image of you out of his head, how hurt you looked even though you were masking it with anger. He was stupid to think that you would understand, and he grabs his phone, scrolling through the messages between the both of you.

The last couple of weeks is nothing but him telling you that he was going to be practicing late, and he hadn't even realized it. He feels awful, blowing you off for nearly three weeks, and you didn't even say anything, and it explains what you said to him when he got home.

Most of the texts you stopped responding to. And he's surprised you haven't broken up with him yet.

But then his heart skips when he thinks that's what you might do the next time he walks into the room, and he doesn't know what to think. He just wanted to make sure that he wasn't falling behind, playing professionally a lot more taxing than he expected.

But never once did it cross his mind about how it would affect your relationship. You were always there, comforting him whenever he lost or whenever he didn't feel like he was good enough. You were there to celebrate his wins, coming to his games when you could.

He sniffles heavily as the tears start to form in his eyes. Where would he even start? There's nothing that he could say that would make up for how he's treated you. The other side of the bed is too cold for his liking, and you never came to bed, but it's not like he blames you.

He lifts his head up quickly when he hears footsteps, but his hope is quickly diminished when they start to fade away and the bathroom door closes. He looks over at his alarm clock, seeing that it's nearly six AM, and he turns off the alarm before it can go off.

He listens to the water running before the door opens again, your footsteps trailing into the living room again, and he throws the covers off before walking to the door, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

He doesn't know what will happen if he opens it, but he takes a deep breath and does it anyway before slowly making his way to the living room. You're sitting on the couch, your legs crossed in front of you, and you pause the show you were watching when he comes into your peripheral.

He looks at the screen to see that it's the show you both started together, and he feels even worse. You're not looking at him, your hands in your lap as you mess with your fingers. He takes a cautious step forward, but you don't move, keeping your attention on your lap.

"Aomine--"

"Please don't break up with me." Your eyebrows raise and before you can blink he's sitting next to you, shifting you into his lap. Your eyes meet his, and he can see that yours are slightly red from sleep or crying, he can't tell, but he knows that he's about to do the latter. "I--just please don't."

You look at him as you bite the inside of your lip softly. "I'm sorry, and I know there's nothing I can say that could make up for how I've treated you. But, please, I'll do anything. I'm so sorry."

The tears come before he even realizes it, and your hands come up to cup his face, wiping them away before they can fall down his face. "Aomine, I--"

"And I'm not trying to guilt you into staying with me. If you want to leave then I'm not stopping you, and you'd probably be better off with someone that actually spends time with you and doesn't constantly blow you off, and--"

"Daiki, stop."

The sound of his first name coming out softly from you makes him relax but scared at the same time. "I'm not going to break up with you."

His eyes widen slightly, his blinking causing more tears to fall down his face. "You're not?" he whispers so quietly, you almost don't hear it even though you're this close to him. "Why?"

You sigh before you answer like you're trying to find the right words to say. "I didn't really think about that." Yet. He can see it lingering in the air even though you don't say it, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to you.

"I love you," he says quickly, and you give him a soft smile as you tilt your head slightly.

"I love you, too, Daiki," you echo, and he's speaking again before you can say anything else.

"And I'll show you that I do, I swear I'll make it up to you. I'll skip practice for the next couple of days, and we'll do whatever you want," he says, and you scoff as you shake your head.

"You can't skip practice," you respond, and he shrugs.

"I don't care. I don't care if I get benched," he tells you, and you slump a bit as a small look of surprise comes across your face.

"But you love basketball, Daiki." And he shakes his head.

"Not more than you. I'll always love you more than basketball. It's true," he adds when it looks like you're not sure of his words.

"You don't have to do that, I understand how important it is--"

"It doesn't matter. I don't want to lose you," he says. "I can always pick up a basketball, but I don't want to fuck up something that I could lose forever."

The smile on your face widens, a loving look in your eyes as your thumb rubs over his cheek softly, and he moves his hand up to the back of your head, bringing your forehead against his. "Let me start making it up to you," he says softly, his breath fanning against your face.

His lips are meeting yours softly after you nod, and he slowly deepens the kiss, keeping his hand against your head as he explores your tongue with his own. He pulls away for a short second before connecting your lips again, sighing contently as he pulls you further into him.

You hum into the kiss before he grabs your thighs and standing up as he walks to your room, knowing the way without having to break the kiss. He crawls to the middle of the bed on his knees before setting you down softly, your head resting on the pillows.

He wordlessly gets rid of your clothes, meeting your lips again once he tosses the final piece of clothing on the floor, his kisses staying soft but full of passion. His hands run over your body softly, the touches making your skin raise with goosebumps, and he spreads your legs, the touches staying light across your thighs as he kisses your neck gently.

He plants one hand next to your head as his fingers trail over your core, making you jolt slightly. He rubs circles over your clit as more of your slick coats his fingers before sliding one in as he kisses down your throat.

He moves his finger slowly, almost torturously, his intention to make you feel as good as possible, wanting to pull every sound out of you. He adds another one as he continues to plant kisses all over your skin, picking up the speed of his fingers, making sure to curl them at the spot that has you seeing stars.

He shifts his weight to his knees so that he can use his other hand to rub over your thighs, the touch seeming to help you reach your peak, and his eyes run over your form, a smile forming on his face as he takes you in.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, not even realizing that he said it. "I love you so much." You feel your already warm face heat up at his words and his gaze on you, and you grab his wrist as you feel your orgasm approaching.

"Love you too, Daiki, fuck," you barely respond, your voice breathy as your eyes close, and you grip his wrist tighter. "Want more, Dai, please." It's all you can get out, and he keeps going but relents after a string of quiet please's leave your lips.

He slides his fingers out of you before getting rid of his clothes, getting right back on top of you, barely leaving any space between the two of you. He guides himself in, watching your eyes close as your mouth drops open before his eyes close shortly after, feeling your tight heat surround him.

He grabs your hands, lacing his fingers with yours as you adjust to his size, his face inches from yours. When you give him the okay to move, he's slowly sliding out of you and thrusting inside you just as slowly.

His pace is different from how it usually is, the usual slapping against your hips is replaced with every slow, sensual roll of his hips like he wants to torture you. But the pace allows you to feel every inch of the way his dick rubs your walls before the head rams into your g-spot, making your eyes roll back.

His forehead is resting against yours, but he pulls away, wanting to watch your face react to every snap of his hips, your nails digging into the back of his hands when he slides back in. His mouth hovers over your neck and chest, making sure his teeth get a good tug before sucking on the skin, soothing it over with the pad of his tongue.

He lets go of your hand to grab at the back of your knee, pushing your leg up towards your chest, making you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan when it seems like he gets deeper inside you. Your nails dig further into his skin, the crescent indents stinging just a little, and you cup the back of his neck with one hand, bringing your lips together for a sloppy kiss that's more or less just your lips pressing together.

Sweat drips down his forehead as he feels his high approaching, the rhythm of his slow pace not only affecting you but him as well. He can't help the smile on his face as he watches you start to fall even further apart underneath him as he hooks your leg over his waist.

"You look so beautiful like this, baby," he murmurs. "I'm so in love with you." He doesn't really register the words he's saying, your walls pulsing around him so much, the blood is rushing through his ears, but you hear every word, and you respond with your own confession even though it's garbled with whimpers and moans.

The sudden sensation of his fingers pressing on your clit makes you jump, your high just seconds from snapping. "Daiki! Fuck--!" You're cut off when he slams into that spongy spot inside of you with extra force, your eyes rolling back as you arch of the bed.

Seeing you come undone under him along with you clamping around him sends his climax cresting, his body going taut as he coats your walls white. He's quick to fall on top of you, softening the weight with his hands before he carefully rests his full weight on top of you.

Your heavy breaths fill the room, both of your hearts still racing like crazy, and you chuckle to yourself softly as you run your fingers through Aomine's hair, the strands slightly damp from sweat, but he doesn't say anything or lift his head from your neck.

"Daiki?" you question, almost rolling your eyes when you think he's fallen asleep, but then he's lifting his head up, resting his clammy forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, kissing you so softly that it makes your heart flutter. "I'll never make you feel that way again. I swear."

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The first thing he does is carry you to the shower, making sure you don't fall over before turning the water on to your liking. And then he's putting your hair up before slipping a shower cap over your head. He closes the shower curtain behind him when he gets in behind you, rubbing over your body as the water runs over you.

The love confessions continue as he kisses over your face, suds forming over your body as he washes you, the soft motions of his hands almost putting you to sleep along with the feeling of the steamy water drumming against you.

The shower doesn't last long, both of you tired from the array of emotions that's occurred in the last few hours and because neither of you have gone to sleep. He dries you off when you walk back into your room before laying you down, rubbing lotion into your skin as he massages the blooming soreness forming in your thighs.

When he's finished with that, he falls onto his back, pulling you into him, throwing your leg over him as your head rests on his chest. And the sound of your soft heartbeat and his finger lightly running up and down your thigh lulls the both of you to sleep.

Aomine wakes up first, blinking quickly as his eyes adjust to the sunlight coming in through the blinds, grateful that it's not in his face like it is in the morning, and the first thing he does is look at you, the position you both fell asleep in different from the one you're currently in.

His arm is wrapped around your waist, both of you laying on your sides, and his eyes run over your face, wondering why in the fuck he ever acted the way he did, but he leans down, planting soft kisses on your face before pulling you closer to him, making you stir.

He smiles widely when you smile at him sleepily when you turn your head, and he kisses you, waiting for your protest about your breath, but he doesn't care, he's just thankful that you're still here with him.

His grip around your waist tightens when you try to move. "Where are you going?" he whispers, and you scoff softly, turning back to him.

"For one, brushing my teeth. And I'm starving," you complain, feeling your stomach grumble at the mention, and he reluctantly lets you go even though his arms are back around you as he follows you to the bathroom to do the same thing.

He cooks you breakfast even though it's the afternoon now, but insists that you keep your arms wrapped around him when you put them there, always pulling you back whenever you try to leave, but he doesn't feel the least bit guilty when he can feel your smile against his back.

"You can spoil the show for me, it's okay," he argues when you say that he should catch up on the show, which means that you would have to watch them over again.

"Daiki, I'm not doing that," you laugh, rolling your eyes. "I can rewatch them, it's fine." You finish off your food, the look you'd given him telling him that there was no room to argue with you, and when you both finish, he sets the plates on the coffee table before sitting you in his lap.

Your head is resting in the crook of his neck, his chin resting on top of it, and you're torn from the show when he lifts your head up by your chin. "I love you," he says before you can question him, and you tilt your head slightly as you give him a bright smile.

And before you can say it back, he's bringing his lips down on yours gently, and he can't help but smile into the kiss when you do, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You're missing the show," you chide, and he chuckles against your lips before meeting them again.

"I don't care," he admits, and he would rather kiss you for the rest of his life right now instead of paying attention to the TV. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me," he declares, and it makes you lean back a little in surprise.

"Daiki." It's really all you can manage, your love for him growing even more.

"I mean it. I love you, I'm crazy in love with you, and you're never gonna hear the end of it," he says, poking at your side lightly making you laugh as you feel your face growing warm.

"I'm crazy in love with you, too, Daiki," you respond, and he wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Of course you are, have you met me?" he jokes, making you roll your eyes as his laugh rumbles in his chest, planting another kiss on your lips before you both dive back into the show. "You are gonna have to go back though," Aomine says, making you give him a look as you grab the remote, the widest and affectionate smile on his face.

A/N: Now, why in da hell did I make this so LONG???💀

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[jean-kayak]

Show Him Who You Belong To

Summary: How else is he supposed to show him that you’re something he won’t ever have?

Pairing: CEO!Porco Galliard x black!fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+!!), unprotected sex, voyeurism, fingering (f), window sex???

Word Count: 1953

A/N: Jeez louise, this fic is late lmfao, but this is for @welcometotheclubhoe all around the world collab, and this is my first collab so I was really excited to write this, hope you guys enjoy, and idek if this is going to show up in the tags, but oh well, I wrote it lmfao, so here it is.

Porco's proud of a lot of things in his life. Only being twenty-four and already the CEO of his own company is enough to be proud of. But even for a while, Porco's known himself to be a little bit greedy. How could he not be? And it's only fair to him to treat himself every once in a while.

That's where you come in.

You're a CEO as well, your business a little bit smaller, but you don't mind it, and Porco doesn't discredit your hard work at all, he knows you've had it harder. He met you a couple of months ago at a coffee shop he almost always goes to.

To say he was drawn to you would be an understatement. He wasn't expecting your relationship to go down the casual sex route, but it's the path that it took, and who he is to deny that? Well, apparently there's one person who wants to change that.

Porco doesn't even bother trying to remember his name, Eric, maybe? He couldn't care less about him, the guy only concerned about what's new with Porco just so he could do whatever he's doing. And annoyingly, you're now on that list.

He tried to keep you away from him and vice versa, but today just wasn't his day, and it was just his fucking luck that you both ran into him in the lobby. The moment the elevator doors opened and his eyes landed on him, he tried to quickly shuffle you out of the door, but that fucker is so fucking persistent, Porco didn't even get the chance.

"Porco, just the guy I wanted to see." He rolls his eyes, sighing in annoyance as the guy claps him on the shoulder.

"Crazy that it's not mutual," he whispers under his breath. "What d'ya need?" he asks impatiently, and he clenches his jaw when he turns his attention to you.

"Well, for starters," he says, holding his hand out to you. "I'm Eric, and you are?"

You chuckle lightly as you slide your hand into his as you tell him your name, Porco's hand balling into a fist. "That's such a beautiful name," he compliments, making Porco roll his eyes again.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you."

"It's only a shame that he met you before me." He laughs after his words, signaling to you that it's a joke, but to Porco, it's a threat.

"Okay, that's enough for the introduction," Porco cuts him off. "You said you had something to do, right?"

"Oh yeah," you say. "It was nice meeting you, Eric. And I'll see you later, okay?"

Porco returns the smile you give him, saying goodbye to Eric before walking out of the door, two sets of hungry eyes on you as you leave. "You and her a thing?" he asks, his voice rising a little higher as he tilts his head mockingly, and Porco felt his patience fly out the window the moment his eyes landed on him.

"The fuck do you want?"

He just laughs softly as he holds his hands up. "Hey, relax. It's just a question," and he's never wanted to smack a smile off of someone's face so badly, but then he's walking out, ending the conversation.

That fucking prick.

He knew this would happen once he finally figured out who you are. Porco had a very unpleasant surprise when he came by your office to find him there. It's fan behavior, honestly, the thought making Porco laugh. Everything that he does, the guy always tries to one-up him, it's hilarious. Really.

Sadly for him, you are something that he'll never get.

Porco knows he does it to get under his skin, and usually, he doesn't let it get to him. But this was one time where he just had to.

"What was so urgent that I had to come here again?" you ask, softly closing the door behind you as Porco walks around his desk, moving some stuff aside to sit down.

"I can't see you again?" he teases as he grabs your hand, pulling you in between his legs before wrapping his arms around your waist.

You tilt your head, sliding your hands over his shoulders. "Well, you saw me this morning, and this afternoon which is already more than usual," you quip, and he shrugs, glancing at the clock behind you before laughing softly.

"You caught me." The chuckle you were about to respond with is cut off by his lips, the kiss soft but clearly telling you where this whole interaction is going. "Just one more time, 'kay?"

He asks you even though you both already know the answer, your smile matching his as you feel it against your lips, his hands running over your skirt, one hand pulling down on the zipper, letting the material pool at your feet. He squeezes your ass softly before spreading his legs a little wider, turning you around in his hold, your back against his chest.

One of his hands trails under your shirt, rubbing softly across your stomach as the fingers of his other hand glide over the crotch of your underwear. You sigh softly as he plants soft kisses along your neck, his eyes trained on the clock on the opposite wall.

His fingers are ghosting over your clit, slowly, teasingly, like he's waiting for the right moment. And in an instant, the teasing strokes are replaced by two fingers sliding inside of you, making you gasp in surprise. The smirk on his face is hard to wipe off when the short hand on the clock strikes four.

If he knows Porco's schedule doesn't it make sense for it to be vice versa? And yes, his fucking building is right next to Porco's, and he speeds his fingers up as he looks out the giant windows, having to conceal his chuckle when he watches him walk into his office. He starts counting down the seconds until Eric looks through the window, your attention solely focused on how Porco's fingers are enough but not at the same time.

His eyes widen when they look through his window, the buildings close enough to each other for the guy to make out clear as day what's currently taking place in Porco's office. You jolt when he curls his fingers, your hand quickly clamping around his wrist as he uses his other hand to rub at your clit.

Porco feels like he should wave at the guy, you know? Be civil? But it's kind of hard to do that when he's knuckle deep in your cunt. Isn't it?

His attention shifts to you when you attempt to call his name, your high approaching. "Yeah, baby. You gettin' close?" he asks like he doesn't already know the answer, and you try to roll your eyes in annoyance, but his fingers seem to go deeper, ultimately keeping the words from leaving your throat.

He lets the chuckle slip this time, your head falling onto his shoulder, and he nudges your head so that your eyes meet his. He can't help but feel a swelling sense of pride flood his chest at the sight of your glossy eyes, and the only thing that's been inside of you are his fingers.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," he coos against your lips, and not even a second later, your orgasm is sending your body taut, your walls pulsing around him so hard that he has a hard time moving his fingers.

You weakly push at his hand, and he huffs softly as he slides his fingers out of you, but his gaze is right back through the window, shoving your juice-covered digits into his mouth, sucking every last drop, your taste flooding his tongue.

Now, Porco could stop here. It's been made pretty clear, right? But there's no harm in really hammering it down. Yeah?

"How about we put on a show?" he offers, the words whispered against your ear, his hands gripping your hips again and pulling you back into his throbbing erection.

You're still a little dazed, but the loopy smile on your face and the grind of your hips tells him you're not outright opposing. "Oh, yeah? For who?"

"How about you guess," he responds, slipping his phone out of his pocket and scrolling to the contact that he never thought he would tap on. The guy picks up almost instantly, and a nearly hearty laugh escapes Porco. He doesn't say anything, just letting the phone clatter onto the desk before lightly pushing you off of him.

He turns you around, quickly getting rid of your shirt as you fumble with his belt, and before you can even blink, you feel your front half pressed against the cold window, and Porco's dick digging into your ass.

He doesn't move, his eyes on the other guy as his hands push your bra down your chest, cupping them in his palms before rolling the taut buds between his fingers. "Tell him how much you want it."

His eyes never leave the adjacent building, smiling when you buck your hips back, whining softly when he stops you. "Please, Porco, want it so bad. Please fuck me."

The whole situation itself seems to make him even harder, or maybe it's just the fact that he finally shut this guy up. The phone is in his pocket, so the guy probably won't be able to hear much, but him just watching is more than enough.

He doesn't waste any more time, groaning softly as he slides into you, your walls practically sucking him in, and he rests his head on yours as he waits for you to adjust when he bottoms out, the warmth surrounding him almost too much.

When you start to buck against him again, he grabs your hair, pushing you a little further into the glass before rushing out and slamming back in, making you cry out into the room. He backs up just a little, pulling on your hair a little harder, making your back arch just enough to make him go even deeper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Go on," he starts. "Let him know how good I'm fucking you." The noises you make echo against the window, the lewd expressions on your face plastered against it, accompanied by the slapping of Porco's balls against your ass.

He's not even paying attention to the guy anymore, his eyes on your wetness coating his dick, creamy ring around the base that accumulates the faster he snaps his hips. He knows you're getting close, the rapid and random clenching of your walls is sending him higher too.

He knows speaking really isn't an option for you right now, but he just has to hear you say it. "Who's making you feel this good, huh? Tell him!"

Your nails helplessly scratch and grip at the glass, your mouth falling open as you're on the brink of your climax. "You, Porco, oh god, you. Please! Please--right there!"

The knot in your stomach snaps, the constant hammering at that spot inside of you sending you over the edge as your eyes roll back once again. He moves his hand to your hip to join his other one, his orgasm right behind yours as your walls pulse around him. He cums with a deep groan, his hips snapping against you one last time before emptying himself inside of you.

He lets his head fall back as you both catch your breath, but then he looks back up, making eye contact with him, mouthing four words that he knows he'll really understand from now on.

She belongs to me

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