#hanta sero x you

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all in a day's quirk | sero hanta

pairing: Sero Hanta / Fem Reader

length: 5.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was cool.

You knew how to play it cool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mari nodded dumbly.

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

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

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

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

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

You did not need to know.

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

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

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

You did. You did need to be so underhanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blinked, mystified. A what?

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

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

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

No.

Oh fuck no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could die of mortification.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A shiver prickled up your spine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hanta—I’m going to—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Class 1-A’s favorite things to do when they’re s/o has a big butt!

Summary: Class 1-A Boys Favorite Things To Do When They’re S/O Has A Big Butt

Characters: Class 1-A Boys

Warnings: Cussing, Groping, Mention of Panties

Genre: Fluff

Reader: Fem! Reader

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Izuku Midoriya

When you and Midoriya started dating he didn’t really care about your features, he’s one of those personality guys

He only noticed when one day in cafeteria you and Mina went to get some food and didn’t even notice Mineta staring at your ass and almost looking under your skirt

Till Mina noticed and kicked him away

That’s when Midoriya noticed

Whenever you’re in his dorm or he’s in yours, he really likes when you lay down on he just lays on your butt

It’s like his own personal pillow

Katsuki Bakugou

When you and Katsuki met, that’s probably the first thing he noticed… your ass

And when you too became friends he would purposely walk behind just to see your skirt bounce and show a bit of your panties

When you too did get together, he would hold you with his hands wherever kn your ass

Literally-

When you both go out and wear jeans, he has his hand in your butt-pocket

That’s one of his favorite thing to do with your ass

Tenya Iida

Not his favorite thing really

Doesn’t really care for it, until Mineta tries grabbing at your butt

After Mineta tries pulling this move on you, Tenya now stands behind you

He doesn’t like anyone staring at it, he feels as it is disrespectful to

His most favorite thing to do with you butt is grabbing it softly

First time he does it, you look surprised at him and this guy starts apologizing immediately

Denki Kaminari

Oh my lord, this man loves your ass so much

He loves when you sit on his lap

Also when your facing him, he just loves squeezing it

Whenever your laying on his bed in his shirt and just your panties, he randomly will started patting your butt like he’s playing the drums or something

You lowkey find it cute

He also loves slapping your ass in your uniform

Eijiro Kirishima

Loves it

He somewhat does the same thing as Denki

He loves when you sit on his lap too, he likes to play with the lining of your panties while doing so

Not in a kinky way, but like when your on his lap doing homework

That’s what he does to occupy himself in the time your doing homework

Always has his hand on the curve of your ass

Shoto Todoroki

Always is behind you too like Iida

Has his hands always on your hips

Not much to say really

But he sometimes squishes it randomly

He likes feeling how soft and plush they are

Hanta Sero

Absolutely loveeees it!

He’s not ashamed of groping your ass in public or at school with you

When in his room, he loves playing with it

He sometimes wants to leave bite marks on them

It’s an intrusive thought of his

He likes laying on it, he says “it’s just like a pillow” and “sooo soft”

He puts his hands under your ass and just brings them up over and over again because he loves seeing it jiggle

Fumikage Tokoyami

He says he doesn’t care for it when talking to the other guys in Class 1-A but in private with you

He knows that you know that he loves it

Loves shoving his face into it

It warms his whole face up with how warm your ass is

Speaking off him liking it, you know who else loves it, Dark Shadow

Loves squishing them and wrapping himself around them and just staying there

Mezo Shoji

Super super shy to try and do anything with you when you too start dating

The first time at he touches it, it wasn’t his intention because your the one who made him put his hand there

Well you did

You guys were talking in class, when you could see a little behind you of Mineta… he was trying to touch your ass

But when he was about to touch it, you grab Shoji’s hand and place it under your uniform and onto your panties

Shoji was shocked but then found out why you did it when he saw Mineta standing there like a dear in headlights

He likes wrapping arms around your butt

Whenever he picks you up, and throws you over his shoulder, you purposely shove your ass near his cheek just to make him flustered and put you down

Yuga Aoyama

This guy thinks you have the most perfect ass in history

When you guys go to the mall, his favorite thing is to go to the lingerie store

And why you may ask, well when you guys go back to Yuuei

He gets super excited, becaaaause, everytime you go lingerie shopping he loves seeing you giving him a mini fashion show with all the new panties you got

He think you look so perfect in them

He gets so warm and blushy it’s a sight to see

Mashirao Ojiro

He noticed how big your ass was a whole month of having a crush on you

It came to notice when you and some of the other Class-1A girls were walking by when you butt was overshadowing them

Became flustered when behind you randomly

After you two started dating, when you would walk in the halls or anywhere he would wrap his tail around your hips while his arm was on your shoulders

Koji Koda

The first time Koda noticed you butt was big was when you accidentally bended over infront of him and revealed your panties to him

After a while of you both dating, you started coming over to his dorm, and putting just his shirts on and only leaving your panties on

When you would lay on his bed in this “outfit” of yours, you would purposely lift the shirt over your ass showing off your light yellow panties.

You changed most of your panties to the colors he liked

Which included colors of red, white, yellow, and orange

When you and him regularly had movie nights in each others dorms, he would wrap his arm around your hips, patting little beats on them

Also we all know that he rarely speaks, but with you, he speaks a lot: just quietly though

Rikido Sato

This man loves it

He thinks your ass is so cute and not even you, know why

He likes to play with them, like squishing them, pinching them, massaging them, anything

Occasionally, you’ll be lying on his bed and he comes in with food and casually just lays it on your butt like it a tray

When baking with him, he likes leaving flours prints on your ass

After, you both chase eachother around with flour and throw it

Minoru Mineta

This guy, gosh girl I hope you prepared

He loves it so much

He likes to just stuff his face into it because it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

Also likes playing with the lining of your panties

He sometimes confesses he’s so happy to have to his own personal pillow no one can touch

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Notes: Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far! I will be making a part two for the Class 1-A girls also so don’t worry! Also my request box is open! Have a great morning/afternoon/night!

#mha #fluffy #sfw #izuku Midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x you #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida x you #Denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari x you #Kirishima eijiro x reader #Kirishima eijiro x you #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #hanta sero x reader #Hanta sero x you #tokoyami fumikage x reader #tokoyami fumikage x you #mezo shoji x reader #Mezo shoji x you #yuga aoyama x reader #Yuga aoyama x you #Mashirao Ojiro x reader #Mashirao Ojiro x you #koji koda x reader #Koji koda x you #rikido sato x reader #rikido sato x you #class 1a headcanons

[loveing-eyes]

say i love you for the first time (seprate) sero, shinsou , mina , kiri , deku , bakugo, denki , todoroki

"saying i love you for the first time"

hanta sero

•he would be the one to say of first without hesitation around 3 months into the relationship

•you were laying on his bed just talking about life when you sat up smiling at him and laid a kiss on his cheek

•he smirked and said i love you senorita

•you froze for a moment staring in shock turning into the shade of Kirishima's hair while his smirk grew wider

•after a moment you realized what happened and hugged him saying you loved him too

•most of that evening was spent just cuddling in sero's bed

denki kaminari

• you said it first from him being an idiot and getting hurt at the training camp around 3 weeks into the relationship

•hearing from jirou that your boyfriend got hurt had you freaking out you

•instantly had her take you to where he was passed out

staring at him and waiting for him to wake up was absolute torture the hour went by slower than the first day of school

• and when he did wake up he was groggy and you pumping on him crying didn't help that whatsoever

•confused him, even more, when you sobbed out "i love you ok you idiot don't do this shit again"

•suprisingly he didn't shortcircuit and quickly wrapped his arms around you in an attempt you console you

•"i love you too y/n/n" he would whisper back into your ear after a moment when he felt you had calmed down enough

eijiou kirishima

•manly man said it first during a bakusquad hangout and 4 months into the relationship

• most of the 1-a class was just hanging out in the common area including you and kiri who were off just getting popcorn just talking about the date you had planned

•he just smiled and blurted it out "I love you" realized what he did when half the room stopped talking and you froze

•cue Kirishima turning the same shade as his hair

•you put down the bowl of popcorn grabbing Kirishima's hand and kissing him on the cheek "i love you too sharky" you teased and most of the girls gushed as most of the guys groaned and told you to get a room

•very nice the date the next day was wonderful

shoto todoroki

•you said it first out of worry he didn't feel the same way around 13 months into the relationship

•you knew things would be very slow when you started dating shoto but after over a year and he hadn't said I love you it had taken 2 and a half months to so much as hold hands

•you felt like he loved you and you knew you were his first real s/o so you were patient but you felt insecure about it after 10 months and you had made barely any progress

•you distanced yourself a bit and shoto barely noticed you felt like he had been happier you felt stupid for thinking he was happier but something told you he was and you didn't know who to tell

•then came the next 3 months of a downward spiral and shoot realized you weren't just having a bad week

• finally you worked up the courage to tell asui and she told you to just be honest with him and if he doesn't feel that way just leave him and try to stay friends so you decided to do it

• finally you walked to todorokis room knocking wait for him to open and let you in

•sitting on the floor next to him you explained how you felt leaving out the fact it was because he never said I love you

•he felt confused and was mad at himself thinking he had done something wrong

•you had to explain it was from something he hadn't done

•which confused him even more making him think you distanced yourself cause you hadn't had sex yet

•which made you feel bad and apologize and tell him it was from something he hadn't said

•which brought you back to square one

•"shoto its cause i dont know if you love me I know l love you but its not extremely easy when your monotone"

he sat for a moment staring with a blank expression "well of course I love you I wouldn't be with you if I didn't" straight forward to the point

•like a weight was lifted off your shoulders you launched yourself at your boyfriend

•he wrapped his arm around you softly laying his head on your shoulder "I'll try to say it more dear"

katsuki bakugo

•you said it firt in the middle of an argument around 3 months in

•you knew it he knew it everyone knew it katsuki was a total asshole with anger issues

•though no one expected he would get in a screaming match with his girlfriend's best friend (Denki) while she was out

•and when she got back and found out she wasn't happily marching straight to her boyfriend's room demanding an answer

•which he refused to give her one until they were in a screaming match themselves"it doesn't matter just know I had a reason"

•"well what was the reason" she wanted to know what would cause him to lose his shit "he said something" bakugo groanedd "well what did he say" y/n whispered taking a seat on the edge of his bed "it doesn't matter" bakugo groaned shoving a pillow over his face "yes it does you idiot I want to know why the bo I love screamed at my best friend"

•upon hearing "i love" he shot up "you love me" his girlfriend nodded "did you not know that" he shook his head "he was talking about if how I didn't ask you out he would totally be with you right now"

•y/n moved closer to him hugging bakugo "katsu dont worry ok I love you and only you" she whispered before kissing him softly on the forehead "I love you too idiot" he mubled hugging her back tightly

mina ashido

•she said it first during a one-on-one sleepover 2 1/5 months in

•her sneaking in your room at 11pm saying she was bored and missed her girlfriend and laid in your bed watching tv with you

•during commercials she tuned down the volume talking about random things before peppering your face with soft kisses whilst cuddling

•in the middle of giggles she wrapped her arms pulling you closer to her whispering "I love you" in your ear barely audible

•cue you smiling and tightly hugging her back "i love you too" the two of you would gaze into each other's eyes smiling knowing you met "the one"

•short quick and sweet little sleepover with 2 lovers always wonderful

izuku midoriya

•he attempted to say it first around 1 1/2 months in key word attempt

•you two were supposed to just have a cute study date which went to hand holding and not talking just scrolling on your phones to you laying in his lap fidgeting with his free hand

•glancing up you smiled adoringly at his concentrated face trying to do his homework your finger grazed over on few of his scares

•smiling you pulled his hand closer to your face you peppers soft kisses onto his scares which made him look down at you confused for a moment before realizing what you were doing

•"i love you...- uhhh your eyes they're very pretty" he flushed a bright pink and you pushed yourself up off his lap "zuku I love you too don't worry" that made him flush even more and you kissed his forehead before laying back down on his lap now with his hand slowly going through your hair as he attempted to calm himself down

shinsou hitoshi

•he said it first hanging out 2 months In

•everthing was ready for movie night snacks displayed on your table you were dressed comfortably and your boyfriend was still picking out te movie he wanted to choose horror thinking it would freak you out

•you grabbed a few more pillows laying them on the floor pulling shinshou down with you laying on his chest as he turned on an American horror movie "it" apparently it was about clowns

• you were fine until the maggot doll showed up and you shoved your head into shinsous neck knocking the air out of him "ok babe you know I love you but never do that again" he groaned sitting up and rubbed his neck

•"you love me" you would stare in shock for a moment and he would realize his half-assed love confession "yes and a shame it was only said cause you almost killed me" he would joke

•"i love you too Toshi" you whispered as he pulled you closer "good good now help me pick a move that won't result in me getting a bruised neck"

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[kinq-sleazee]

with sero there’s no need to put a title on it.

y’all are both grown. too grown for miscommunication and hurt feelings, but also too young to settle down.

he does his thing and you do yours and there’s a mutual level of respect there. respect is key. you’re his ride or die.

your always his plus one, no matter the event. during red carpet interviews he always has you on his side with a hand on your waist. and they love to ask invasive questions or try to get into your heads, maybe bringing up the girl he was at the club with or the guy who took you shopping.

y’all never let it bother you. just laughing off their attempts at division.

“this is my lady. mi corazon. there’s no need for a title … we go together”.

“real bad”.

and you’re both so giddy whenever you’re together. always smiling and barely able to keep your hands off eachother. you’ve had to smack him once or twice for getting handsy in front of the cameras but it’s all love.

#♛♚|the king speaks #kinda soft for him #like why ruin a good thing ? #if we’re having fun then let’s just do that #yeah ? #my man my man my man #definitely inspired by diddy & caresha #sero x reader #mha sero #hanta sero #sero x black!reader #Sero x black reader #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero x you #hanta sero drabble #mha fluff

[serosblunt]

it takes a certain calibre of man to clean you up👅 after they’ve cum inside you

And ladies and gents, Hanta Sero is that man😩

#alexa play whatta man #bnha ao3 #bnha bakusquad #bnha kirishima #bnha sero #denki kaminari #denki smut #poly kiribaku #bakusquad smut #hanta sero smut #kirishima smut #sero hanta #sero #hanta sero imagine #sero x reader #serotonin #hanta sero #sero smut #hanta sero x you #mha hanta sero #hanta #mha sero #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero fluff #sero fluff #Hanta smut

[0prettygirl-jay0]

•~Context: you and sero get stuck in a closet with some ✨special zaza ✨~•

•warnings: penetration, mdom, fsub, praise, weed.•

AGED UP!

hispanic sero 😍

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U.A dorms was the best place for parties and having fun. there was achohol, music, food, and best of all weed. so here i was, in a burgundy dress, that momo bought me for my birthday…rich people i swear. mina invited me to this months party to look for some dick, after these past few weeks with testing and all, fuck do i need some relief.

i closed the door to my room and see denki run past me screaming for help with bakugo running behind him, and kirishima trying to stop bakugo from killing denki in return, as per usual. making my way to the stairs into the common room i see a sea of people, just dancing on eachother, drinking and singing, with rack city by tyga in the background. good song choice jiro.

“hey Y/n! you finally made it, took you long enough…damn you look good, girl.” mina said to me happily as she grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.

“thanks girly, you always look good as well.” i said softly. when we got to the kitchen, there was sero, my fucking crush. god did he look so fuckable right now. wait no stop, but the basketball shorts and black tank top with the chain, lord please help me. sero looked up from his phone and then gave me a up and down look with a smile.

“hey nugget..! you look delicious- i mean beautiful..” denki laughed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, from behind me and mina. i turned my head to look at the blonde with a laugh to his response, then kirishima slapped the back of denki’s head.

“not manly dude, atleast take her to dinner first. you do look beautiful tho Y/n.” kirishima said with his shark tooth smile and his usual pose as he dapped me and mina up.

“yeah what he said, pretty girl…” sero said calmly as he gave me a wink and then he took a sip of his water, with that godly side profile, and the adjustment to how he sat on the counter. fuck.

“hurry up extras..! fucking denki decided to lose our weed some place.” bakugo said angrily as he went to dap me and mina up, then he left to go look for this bag of weed.

“you guys are gonna smoke again! i thought we said no smoking this time, c’mon guys…” mina slumped down sadly and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the three boys and me with those cute little doe eyes of hers.

“aww c’mon mina, whats a little partying without being high, we’ll be back quick, promise cutie.” denki said as he dapped me and mina up, then left the kitchen to go look with bakugo.

“dont worry pinkie, ill party with you..! c’mon.” kirishima smiled at mina as he dapped me up and left with the now happy girl to go party. i mean who decides to hide weed, and not remember where they put it. stupid ass mother fuckers. like why not just hid it in your room? common sense denki. i walked out the kitchen and back into the sea of people, to this hallway before the stairs, to go upstairs, there was a closet. why not look in here. looking around in the closet, it looked like a pantry.

“hey princesa..” sero said from behind me, while i heard the door closing behind him.

“fuck sero, you scared the shit out of me..! i found where that idiot put the weed, lets go.” i said with a annoyed tone. god, do i love hispanic men, he looks so fine. to be honest though, sero’s been weird around me lately, ever since the first time we smoked together. i cant say i haven’t been feeling tension around him lately too, but were we feeling the same thing or what.

“fuck..i think the knobs jammed.” sero exclaimed softly to me, knocking me out of my thoughts as i saw him trying to pull the door harder. great now im stuck in a closet with the my crush and the sexiest man known to man. great night if you ask me. i pulled my phone from the black little purse i had witht me and called mina a bunch of times, as well as texting her. shit.

“we’ll just have to wait and see if mina answers any of my texts or calls…fuck.” i said to sero as i tried not to look at his fine ass. the closet was hot as shit, or was it just me? i sat myself on the floor since these heels have been killing me.

His heart skipped a beat when she did so. He felt himself getting lost in those beautiful eyes again., whenever she looked at him. The warmth coming off of her body made him feel comfortable, safe even. so he sat next to her.

“shit…might as well smoke a joint then, huh pretty girl?” sero laughed, as he grabbed the bag from my hands, brushing against mine lightly. putting a pre rolled joint in my mouth as he lit the shit for me. i swear i might be in heaven not gonna lie. “my bad i didnt dap you up earlier, no disrespect to you of course.” i coughed a bit as i inhaled and exhaled the joint, then i shook my head at the man. i knew he meant no harm, we all were busy talking and all that shit. damn its been a while since ive smoked. one big pull already hitting.

“your all good, spidey..” i said with a light laugh at the end. sero chuckled at the nickname as i gave him the joint. my thighs clenched up as i heard his chuckle. now that he was sitting so close to me on the ground, i swear she’s meowing. wtf is in this weed bruh. unbeknowing to me, the thigh clench didn’t go unnoticed by sero. 25 minutes later, drag after drag and eating and drinking things in the pantry.

“Sé, que lo sientes princesa, deja de jugar conmigo. i know you feel this tension whenever were together, how it feels when we touch.” sero said in a husky voice, then he drank his water and adjusted. while turning his head to look at me in the eyes, his eyes glanced between my lips to my eyes and then my cleavage.

“thats the weed talking sero, you dont mean it…” i said back to him slowly, even though deep inside of me i was hoping it wasnt the weed talking. this weeds making me horny asf. i held my head in my hands. then sero moved to kneel infront of me as he took my chin in his big hands to make me look uo at him, kissing me deeply and letting his tongue explore my mouth. separating from the kiss, breathless and both wanting more he began sucking on my neck. His hands explored my body, one hand on my hip kneeding the flesh in his hands to pull me closer to him, the other in between my thighs touching my clit through my panties.

“c’mere Y/n, look at what you do to me..you see that its not just the weed, my love, its you, my feelings for you…” sero put both hands on my hips to pick me up and hold me against the pantry. bunching the dress above my hips so i could wrap my legs around him, i felt his hard dick grind against me.

“yeah…you like that hard dick grinding against you, hm pretty girl?” his voice was low and husky, he leaned down until his lips were against mines. oh fucking shit. everything was happening way to fucking fast. being high and horny, some people would say not a good mix, but being high and horny with your crush. its a yes for me.

“sero…you sure about this, hm?” i said with a groan as all sero could do was leave hickies on my neck and grind into me. his hardened cock throbbed in his shorts as he listened to me. Without sayiing anything, sero kneeled on the ground, putting my legs on his shoulders. moving my lacy red panties to the side and giving me one long lick in between my wet folds. eliciting a small gasp from me as he continued to eat me out. sero groaned loudly as he felt my walls tighten around his middle finger. i have no idea when he did that but fuck does it feel good, pushing another finger deep inside me. when i looked down at sero who was eating me out i could see the juices dripping onto his face as he licked my clit faster, and fingered me. wanting nothing more than to make me cum all over his face.

"you like that, huh?" sero was kneeled on the floor with my thighs on his shoulders, eating me out and fingering me, while holding me up at the same time. fuck what else could this man do. never in my thoughts could i have pictured him this way. funny, high all the time, goofy sero? no. making me cum all over his face, hot and sexy sero? yes.

“ohhh- fuck….sero fuck..” my hands gripped at his black hair while my thighs clenched around his face.

“fuck princessa, think that pretty little pussy could handle what you did to me, hm?” sero carefully allowed my feet to touch the floor as he harshly removed the dress from my sweaty body, as he stood up and made me look at his aching cock, that he was grabbing out of his shorts.

“please, sero…i know you want this as bad as i do…i want your cock filling me up…” that was the sluttest thing i could possibly say, but fuck it. i thought while looking up at his smirking face. was it a little embarrassing? yes, am i getting what i want? double yes. He smirked even more as he thought to himself and then he picked me up again, but this time allowing his thick purple ish tip to enter me. feeling me heat enveloping his member, he was groaning in awe. "Te quiero mucho, mi amor." he whispered before he slammed into me again and again, each time getting rougher than before. my nails digging into his shoulders as i screamed in ecstasy, begging him to never stop.

"eres tan jodidamente caliente cuando ruegas así…” thrusting into me with all his might, letting out a loud groan. He growled, biting my shoulder lightly as he began pounding into me, using one hand to grab my waist tightly while keeping the other on my tit. "Oh, mi amor...si te gusta esto..." he grunted, giving her another rough kiss as he fucked her harder. fuck this man makes me so horny. the only thing i could do was nod at the man, i could barely fucking speak, let alone think. while all this was happening i gave sero a necklace of hickies while also adding nail marks to his back. the only thought on my mind was only about the pleasure he was giving me. sero smirked widely as he saw me nod, It made him even hornier knowing how much i enjoyed being taken roughly by him, let alone that the pleasure he was giving her couldn’t make her speak. He grabbed my legs and lifted them higher around his stomach, allowing him full access to my sweet spot.

“there…there- fuck..yes..!” As soon as i said those words, Sero could no longer hold back. His grip tightened on my thighs, leaving marks in their wake as he pounded away at my pussy relentlessly. i moaned sero’s name loudly as i came hard, flooding his cock with my wetness and cum. He didn't slow down though, continuing to pound away. my moans sent shivers through sero’s spine as he continued pounding away at my pussy, while i was still sensitive. Hearing me call him by his first name only turned him on further, making him lose control completely. sero was moaning loudly, whimpering almost, He couldn't help but let go as well, filling my womb with his seed finally. His eyes closed as he gasped for breath, his chest heaving with each breath he took. He looked at me, his chest covered in sweat, and scratches.

“me haces sentir tan caliente, te necesito tanto. no solo sexualmente, sino mentalmente. Joder, no sabes lo mucho que siento por ti...” sero said to me calmly as he brushed the hair out my sweaty face. i wasn’t done with him yet, still needed to let him know he’s mine. all i did was plant a heavy sloppy kiss on the mans lips as sero took his dick out of my pussy with such wet noises, and held me up.

“can….i suck you off?” fuck that was harder to say then i thought, i said to myself as i kept looking up at the man. sero’s eyes widened slightly but then he smirked mischievously.

"you wanna do that?" he asked teasingly, looking deep into your eyes. "do you really think im gonna say no?" sero smirked as he gave me another kiss before i went down to kneel on the floor. As soon as she took him in her mouth, his entire body tensed up once more. He had never experienced anything quite like this, feeling her warm lips wrapped around his cock while he stared down at her. Her tongue flickered out, teasing him as she took him deeper. He gripped her hair tightly, not able to control himself. His breathing became heavier as he nodded slowly, enjoying every second of it. His hips began moving involuntarily, thrusting his cock deeper into her throat each time. He loved how much power he had over her now. He loved how submissive she seemed when she sucked his cock. It made him feel powerful yet helpless at the same time. tears formed up in my eyes from his thrusts into my throat.

“Mhm... yeah... mmhmmm~"

“Oh god... oh my god..."

“F-fuck...Y/nnn"

seros head tilted back and his eyes rolled back as he moaned and groaned. His breath hitched, feeling like every nerve ending in his body had been turned on at once. As you continued to tease him, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"ohh... fuckkkk.... yesssss..." sero moaned, while gripping tightly onto my hair as he approached his peak.

"fuck! fuuuuck!!!" he cried out, wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through his veins. "mmmhmmhhmmmm!!" while biting on his hand to keep quiet.

“Y/n..?! you in here? i couldve sworn she asked me to come here.” mina said as she continued knocking on the door. sero smiled down at me as he tried to gain his breath and with a pop off of the tip of sero’s cock and his cum running down my chin. i gave him a smile back.

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[zanykingmentality]

text me in the morning (tell me you still love me) | hanta sero x reader

SUMMARY: Your third year of college is shaping up to be your worst one yet. So, naturally, you start fucking the guy in your Japanese Literature class. TAGS: college au, no quirks, friends with benefits, porn with feelings, mental health issues, mutual pining, miscommunication, unhealthy coping mechanisms, afab nonbinary mc, hurt/comfort LENGTH: 19.3k

[AO3]

#it's too long to put the whole thing on tumblr... #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #sero hanta smut #oneshot #sero x reader #hanta sero x reader #hanta sero x you #roma's writing #haha... don't look at me i'm embarrassed

[fablesofkitkat]

pov: you start to open up to Sero about your family dysfunction

alt. title: i (don't) remember you pt.12

CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE

genre: fluff

Now it's three in the morning and I'm trying to change your mind

- Arctic Monkeys

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When Sero came back to the dorms despite being 2:00 in the morning, you hugged him tight as if you wanted to seep into his skin. It was apparent that you wouldn't let him go when you jumped and locked your legs together around his waist. He has to carry you now. He went home for the weekend since his ma was nagging him to come visit.

And then during the good night call, he asked you what's wrong and somehow his words was the impetus to the dam of your feelings bursting forth.

"Want to talk about it?"

You burrowed your face in his chest, avoiding eye contact. "You know I mentioned that my parents were college sweethearts, right?"

"Yeah, it's nice." His hands are under your thighs holding you up as he navigates the way to his dorm room.

"Did I ever tell you how my dad decided he was gonna marry my mom?"

Sero shook his head. "No."

"He said the moment he saw her, he knew he was going to marry her." You lean your face away, staring at a spot on his shoulder. "Can you imagine feeling so strongly for someone the first time you saw them and you just knew?"

Because it wasn't like that for us. The thought snuck in with no warning.

You went on, "And I think that's why I think he made a mistake you know because I think he got blinded and failed to see and know who my mom really was."

"But your mom and dad's been married for almost 20 years."

"Yeah," you slumped over him once more, resting your chin on his left shoulder. "I think it's also because for awhile, my dad had to work abroad for higher pay. So alot of their relationship was spent in long distance."

"That's amazing." Sero comments as he reached the door of his dorm room, without needing his prompt you reached and turned the door knob. "Long distance relationships are  hard."

"Yeah, my mom has this huge plastic box that contained letters. Handwritten. Their letters to each other. They used cute stationaries. Letters with actual stamps. I think I used to sneak around and read those letters when I was around 1st grade."

"You think?" He quirked a brow at that as he used one foot to push open the door.

You rolled your eyes. "I snuck around. Happy now, you grammar nazi?"

Sero's lips pressed quickly on your forehead as he laughed.

"Anyways my mom, she's not bad—"

He chuckled, kicking the door gently to close while you glared at him. "I'm sorry. It's just— you're saying it like you're leaving a review on your mom."

"Do you want me to go on?"

"Please." Sero walks over to his hammock, sat on it, and lied down with you still in his arms.

"She wasn't really there for us, for her kids. She never went to PTA meetings. She never oversaw our studies. She hired tutors sure, had nannies to take care of us but she wasn't there which was okay, no big deal. I wasn't hurt by it but she had these expectations that she's the most perfect mother in the world." You adjusted your body to lay in a position that's perfect for you and Sero when you said, "Tell me when your body's getting numb."

"'Kay."

"So, my mom wants us to do things like post our greetings on social media on her birthday. Greeting her outside of that doesn't count.Also on mother's day too. She wants to show off all the time." Your forefinger finds its way to Sero's jaw, tracing the shape. "Everything about me is about her especially after getting into U.A., I guess it's because she was the pretty girl in high school and college, she got used to everything being about her. Sucks I didn't inherit her looks."

He put his hand over your wrist. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not as pretty as her."

"You're pretty. The prettiest, cariño."

You looked at him thoughtfully and hummed. "I see, interesting." You broke into a smile.

"I'm a bad influence on you. Now you're dishing sass left and right." He grins while his fingers find the spaces between yours, holding your hand. You hear the whizzing of the tape to see Sero using his tape quirk to wound it on the door knob so he can pull on the tape to swing the hammock. "What about tío?"

"He's the best. When my siblings and I were toddlers, he actually stayed here and found work here instead of overseas." You start to smile as you remembered things fondly. "I remember his mango smoothies and coconut smoothies."

"Not strawberries?"

"Mango is the best flavor. But my dad is also a jerk. He's. . . hard to please." You stare at Sero's face, wondering if there will ever be a day you'd get sick of his face. Kami, he's so cute. "I remember the first time I joined a spelling bee contest and I got 2nd place. I was so excited that I got a medal. I come up to him and he asked me, 'why not first?'"

"Wow."

"I know. That's when I know I wouldn't get his approval unless I aim for first. So I didn't. Why exhaust myself to something that's going to take a whole lot of time pleasing someone else when I could just do whatever?" You sniffed at Sero, his cologne smells good. "Besides, if I do become like first all the time, he'd want me to maintain it so.."

"So tío is hard to please?"

"Used to be, now I call him out. And he's soft on me."

"You're a daddy's girl."

"I am."

"Oh. . . so like, you can call me daddy— ow! You smack like you're doing a spike on a volleyball. Sadist." He studies the expression on your face, and tentatively asks, "you feeling better?"

You press a quick kiss on his cheek. "Yeah."

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AN: I wanted to write angst so why am I writing fluff. Really sorry if this doesn't resonate with your family dysfunction. I usually make reader's backstory vague as possible.

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╰─▸ ❝ Fictitiouslover's submission for the A FAMILAR FACE IN AN UNEXPECTED PLACE, collab started by @myherokatsuki ❝

'•.¸♡ Featuring Firefighter Hanta Sero x Baker! Reader♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ Fandom: My Hero Academia ♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡Genre: Fluff, kind of hurt/comfort but I feel as though the comfort is way more prominent, friends to lovers♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ C/W: Fire, Fem Reader, talk of what could be considered suicidal thoughts, talk of loss and not having anything left, little inaccurate protocol/actions in duty, mentions of a sort of fast paced relationship, you two are just lil dumb goofs, strong Denki slander, hospitals, pet names (dove, mi amor, corazon, etc)♡¸.•'

'•.¸♡ A/n: Hi so, for one I love how this turned out. But this wasn't the original piece I was writing fun fact, theres a darker and way longer unfinished piece existing in my docs for this collab that will probably not see the light of day. ♡¸.•'

You couldn't believe it, there was no way...

How could this even happen? You were so careful, your small staff were always cautious and responsible. So how in the world-

The sounds of wood crackling in your ears was loud enough that you couldn't hear anything else as you lay on the blackened kitchen tile. You had made the impulsive mistake of running into the burning building to not only try and save the old cook who was supposedly stuck inside but also deep down there was a hint of hope in your heart towards saving your new establishment before any real damage was done.

But instead, here you were. Barely conscious as you lain strew across the ground in the middle of the building burning you once called your business. You couldn't really think, adrenaline staving off the pain but also most of your coherence.

You were to tired to fight, you thought. Your bakery, which was currently being destroyed by the vicious licks of uncontrol able flames, was the last thing you had. Would dying now really be oh so terrible? Who would really miss you? The only people had your staff of 5 who you've known for only about 3 months all of your family and friends were either dead or have forsaken you, and all your belongings and money were tied to the bakery. Hell even your apartment sat just above the establishment so in reality you had no home either.

What would be the point of fighting? What did you actually have to fight for?

"Fall back! Repeat fall back! The building is seconds from collapsing, Sero, fall back!" You vaguely heard the sound coming threw what sounded to be a radio which wasn't to far from you. You barely had the will to pick your head up off the floor to look around, your body shook with a coughing fit when you saw him. Half kneeling his way threw the building was someone you guessed to be a man dressed in heavy fireman clothing. The sounds of your coughs drew his once scowering attention to you, from what you could tell from the way his oxygen mask was facing.

Despite so many things which you would imagine would have made it so hard to reach you from across the blazing room, he reached you in no time- he used his strength to roll you over and look you over, "Ma'am! Ma'am?"

"You ne-" You coughed out. "You need to get outta here. 'S not safe"

You were surprised to hear a chuckle fall from his tongue and he took off his headgear in order to strip himself of the oxygen mask to place on your own soot covers face, "So do you, dove. What do you say we do it together, hm? Hold this mask tight, make sure it stays on. I'm going to get us out of here."

He didn't give you much time to examine his face but your sight was to blurry at this point anyways to make out the shapes of his features. He picked you up like it was nothing and carried you bridal style. Despite excepting death only moments ago, the mans protective and saving precense and grip on your body was so soothing to your aching soul- so soothing the the adrenaline keeping the pain away and consciousness present was fading quick, lulling you into sleep.

....

Even beeping was the first thing you were aware of, the next was the scent of hospital sterilization mixed with the faint smell of some flower arrangement and a semi-familiar musk, what actually drew you to open your eyes was the sounds of a man talking. The voice was familiar in multiple ways, not only was it the same voice as the firefighter who had saved you but also you now realized it to belong to someone you were more familiar with.

"H-Hanta?" Your voice was hoarse, throat dry and unused. Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the bright hospital lights before you were able to look around searching for the man. It didn't take long, the lanky man was sitting at your bedside staring at you with happiness.

"Buenos tardes corazón," His wide lopsided smile warmed your aching heart. He reached a large hand towards you, brushing your messy hair behind your ear before gently cupping your cheek. His palm was calloused but warm and soothing.

"Hi," You coughed triggering him to spring into action. He grabbed a cup which held some water and held it to your mouth allowing you to drink some in order to alleviate the irritation in your throat.

"There you go, dove," His voice was a gentle crackle, gently guiding you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better then I look, probably- god," The two of you chuckled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I had to make sure the best baker in the tri-state-area was recovering well, that and all the guys back at the firehouse are worried half to death about you." He was dressed in a jacket from his fire station and a white v-neck, you couldn't help but check him out which prompted him to sit back suavely. "Like what you see?"

You snorted, "Thank you Hanta."

"For what?"

"You could have died in there, but you still looked for me- still saved me," sadness bubbled to your chest.

"Of course, I couldn't just let you get out of our date like that," he joked, you could see the sincerity in his dark eyes.

"Oh my god, our date!" It hadn't crossed your mind but the fire was only hours before your date with the firefighter. "Couldn't my bakery have chosen another day to burst into flames!"

He shook his head as he laughed, "I know right, it took me so long to get you to say yes."

"It's not exactly good to date your loyal customers," you rolled your eyes.

"Pshhhh, says who?"

"Most HR professionals."

"Behh, that's a suggestion not a rule. Firefighters aren't technically supposed to date their housemates but that doesn't stop'em. Hell, Kirishima and Bakugou are fricken engaged!"

"Engaged?!" You mouth fell agape at the news.

"Shit," he slapped his hand over his mouth. "I wasn't supposed to tell you."

"When the hell did this happen?! Excuse me-"

"At your bakery fire," he whispered. "You scared the shit out of all of us, finally pushed out favorite blonde captain to propose."

"Ugh, I can't believe I missed it. Kaminari owes me 20 bucks."

The black haired man snorted, "Me to. Can't believe he thought they'd break up, like I know he's a little dumb but that is the dumbest thing he's ever fucking done."

"Hanta, he's stuck a fork in an outlet on a dare." You reminisced.

"My argument still holds," Sero shrugged making you giggle.

"Fair enough..." Something else was on you mind and your companion knew it.

"What's the matter, corazon?" He scooched closer and took your closest hand (which was the one not filled with tubes) into his.

"The bakery..." You chocked out, scared of the knowledge he held on the subject.

"It's gone, I'm sorry but the whole place collapsed. Your apartment too. We did our best but-" you sobbed making him hesitate. "I'm so sorry Y/N... Good news is they caught who did it."

"What do you mean, it was-"

"It wasn't an accident, amor. It was arson, they won't tell anyone much else but someone had intentionally set the fire," there was anger in his tone when he said this. Not towards you but more so towards the offender.

"God-" you sighed. "What am I going to do Hanta?"

"Well, between the insurance and I'm sure the compensation you will get from this arsonist you'll be able-" he began.

"Not about the money, Hanta," You we on the brink of crying. "Everything I had, my home and my business and all of my belongings, are gone and unrecoverable. I don't- I don't have anywhere to go, nothing to my name except a bank account and a future payout."

He took a moment to think over your dense words, "You do have somewhere you could stay."

"Like where, Sero-"

"Stay with me," he said cautiously. "It gets lonely in my big apartment all by myself, I was already considering getting a roommate. And there's no one else I would rather live with- NOT LIKE THAT! Well kinda like that. I have a spare bedroom you can make your own if you wish, or you could stay in my room."

He was flushed bright pink, you were to probably. But you nodded, "O-okay."

"Okay?" Hanta perked up, looking up bashfully.

"Yeah, I'd like that. I mean what other option do I have- ow ow ok yeah, if your serious I would love to live with you Hanta Sero." He pinched you when you tried to joke, making you chuckle more, but your agreement was genuine.

He held your hand tight, giving it a squeeze and a kiss before saying, "Good."

"...You know what's funny?" You asked after a moment of tender silence, he gave you an inquisitive look waiting for you to continue. "We haven't even gotten to have our first date, yet we're moving in together."

He snickered, a smirk pulling on his thin lips, "Yeah well, we would be well into our relationship if you didn't play hard to get."

"Wow, playing hard to get? Youuu we're being a tease, giving me mixed signals- Plus! Half the time you were supposedly flirting with me you were sleeping with other chicks!"

"Says who?!"

"...Denki-"

"Man, haven't you learned to take anything he says with a grain of salt. Yeah I slept with like, one person maybe but I was trying to get over you since you seemed so uninterested."

"Yeah well, I wasn't. I thought you were a flirty lil player... Might have let myself be sueded by my fears..."

"We've known each other for how long mi corazon, don't you know I'm not that kind of firefighter?"

"That kind of firefighter-?"

"75% of us are whores."

"Like Denki?"

"Yup," you both shared a hearty laugh. It was then that who you assumed to be your doctor walked in. She was someone you knew vaguely, her name was Tsuyu Asui.

"Hey there, your awake!" She croaked out, checking what you assumed to be your chart. "You've been out for a couple days, so I want to do some tests to make sure everything's working right- If you could go wait outside Mr.Sero-"

"No! I want him to stay," you held onto him tighter as he went to stand. Your sudden outburst even caught you off guard so you corrected yourself, "If thats okay with you both..."

"Whatever you need, corazon..." Hanta sat back down in the uncomfortable looking chair which barely held his long but muscular body.

"As long as he doesn't get in the way, I guess it's alright."

...

You had to stay overnight for observation but you were supposedly fine. It was later in the afternoon- teetering on night in fact- and your were snuggled into Hanta's strong chest as he laid beside you in the semi-upright position the bed was place in. He had promised to stay all night after you had asked him to stay with you during the exam.

"Remember when I first started coming to the firehouse?" You whispered, not bothering to pick your head off of his peck.

"Yeah, of course I do. That was- what- 3 or 4 years ago?" He responded, as you had thought Hanta wasn't actually paying attention to the telenovela playing on the small hospital tv.

"Yeah, after you got me out of that tree," He snorted at the memory as your face flushed in embarrassment.

"You didn't climb a tree, but you were so determined to save that cat that was just chilling. You were always so adorable," he hummed out.

"Yeah well," You explained. "that's not the point, love. What I was trying to say is that if that didn't happen then I wouldn't have you in my life nor would I have had even the inclination to open my own bakery... You guy's support in that time was so crucial, it's part of the reason I kept showing up until it was expected."

There was a momentary pause before he spoke up, "I think about that sometimes, too. I think about how pretty you looked even after clinging to branches for 20 minutes. About every time you would show up with food and baked goods and would graciously feed us all, each time my heart would do a flip. I had such a big fat crush on you, since the very start."

"No way-"

"Sorry does that weird you out-"

"What- no no no no no-! I did to, I mean I had a crush on you from the start- Why do you think I kept coming around originally?"

You picked your head up and exchanged some prolonged eye contact before bursting into laughter.

"We're so dumbbbbb," He wheezed out. The rumble of his chest shaking you softly.

"Like so dumb, it took us like 4 years to admit that we loved each other," you said softly.

"Love? Who said anything about love?" He laughed and you pinched him. "Yeah, I've loved you since the tree."

He didn't give you a chance to say anything before he pulled you close enough to place a soft kiss on your chapped lips, his movements were as soft as his skin as he took a moment to gently kiss you until he reluctantly pulled you back so the two of you could breathe.

"Took us long enough," He sighed.

"Yeah," You sighed blissfully.

"Mi amor," He didn't say the term of endearment to get your attention or anything, but to highlight his affection for you.

You returned the love with, "my hot crossed bun."

"Excuse me?" Hanta laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling faintly.

"What, they're tasty! And the hot part counts for you being hot and a firefighter, while the crossed part is like 'star cross lovers'," You elaborated.

"You're such a nerd," He shook his head before kissing you again letting the action play out longer then before.

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Taping Love

Hanta knew the risks of love, he knew how it could give live and take it away, he knew that it could hurt or heal and he knew that it could make or break even the strongest of men. He knew that it require everything and nothing all at the same time, the only way he could even begin to describe it was like a plant.

You needed to nurture it, give it water and attention to help it grow but never too much, it needed to grow on its own. You needed to water but you also need to let it soak up the water before you add more or it would wilt before your eyes.

There was also one key thing that Hanta Sero knew of love and that was you could never force it and never water it when it's dead.

He knew all of this and yet he still couldn't find it in himself to run from it when he encountered it. He let it fall like the petals of a cherry blossom tree and lay whenever it pleased and it always filled him with hope when it landed around him.

He water it and he let it soak it up, he nurtured it but let it have the time to grow on itself own but as the love he had grew he learned one more thing about love. How dangerous it could be and how much trust it took to maintain. It was like he was handing them a loaded gun and putting all his faith in them to not pull the trigger. Yet he still continued to do so because love despite all it's risks was worth it in the end espevailly when they were waiting for him at the finish line.

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Hanta Sero Masterlist

Here is where you will find all of my writing for Sero! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3

♡ Headcanons ♡

- MHA Characters As Your Secret Admirer (2k)

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can i get a part 2 of getting caught "sneaking" in your room with with tamaki, deku sero, and mina for tamaki i guess just put mirio insyead

yes yes you may *implications of sexual things in tamakis only*

Tamaki amajiki

•mirio honestly wasnt trying to catch you and tamaki your both were respectful young adults so where you two were wasn't his concern he knew if you were wthi him everything would be fine

•but he did need to go get his phone charger from tamaris room and since you were both out he would just grab his phone charger and leave

•unfortunatley for all three of you the only times you and tamaki ever raced to his room unbuttoning his shirt with your shirt already unbuttoned halfway and you getting lifted into the air and pushed against a wall was the time miro couldn't find his fucking charger

•so in the 3rd year dorms 3 terrified screams were heard as tamaki tried to cover you up as mirio stood shocked for a moment before phasing through the floor without his charger and there was still and audible "damnit" through the floor

•tamaki was embarrassed he got caught and kept you pined to the wall while he pouted and you tried consoling you

izuku midoriya

•it was just mina coming to do a "wellness check" as she calls it really her being nosy to see what you and deku are doing

•but when she saw the two of you had left she decided to wait to know the two of you had probably gone to get food and if she was lucky she could persuade Deku into sharing something with her

• when you walked in she was shocked to see no food but just some art supplies pouting she instantly left to go somewhere else and bothered momo till she made her food

•leaving you and izuku confused as to why she was laying in your bed in the dark

•but now you and Deku could do the random art project he suggested

hanta sero

•ok it wasnt sneaking and it wasnt your dorm

•jirou was hunting down her specific record she couldn't remember who she lent it to till momo reminded her it was sero she had lent it to so as any teen girl who wanted their shit back she went to seros room

•where the two of you were playing music while kissing his neck she wasn't shocked or surprised honestly the two of you are touchy feely and it wasn't like they were giving each other hickeys you were just peppering his cheek and jawline with some kisses caue you were bored

•she groaned grabbedher record noddded at sero "needed this back" and walked out she was happy for you two but damn not what she was expecting to see

mina ashido

• similar to sero you weren't sneaking around or anything just laying in her bed cuddling kissing and doing each other makeup

•then Kirishima walked in while she was laying on top of you doing your makeup

•cue your heads turning quickly and kiri not knowing whether to run away or not

•mina invited him to stay in with yall while she finished your make-up and offered for the three of you to go to the mall and hang out

• once he left to get ready mina peppered your face with oft kisses careful not to smudge the makeup

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OCTOMER Sero for Mermay :) , i love him real bad. repost.

18+ | MDNI tw! aged up Hanta Sero, hybrid au, monsterfucking, mates, tentacles. use of ‘spunk’, use of 'cirri’ to describe suction cups, cervix fucking, i dunno just some shit i need to discuss in therapy.

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Moving to a cottage in the enchanted forest was uncommon for humans—most of them stayed within the confines of the villages lest they be forced to interact with “monsters”.

Hybrids occupied the fertile valleys on the outskirts of towns, living in seclusion from the rest of humanity. Ostracized from society due to their lineage. You never shared these sentiments. Even as a young girl you’d venture off into the forest to play with hybrid children from sunup to sundown. Everyone was always so friendly and welcoming as you bounced around from cottage to cottage hanging out with your good friends. The hybrids treated you like family; made you feel like you belonged—unlike the villagers that often shunned you for being too dark or too plush. There was one boy in particular—an octomer that lived adjacent to a river that poured into a deep bayou that you played in all the time. He was your best friend. There wasn’t a day that the two of you weren’t together. Joined at the hip, and on one particular day by the lips… He placed a bracelet on your wrist, claiming that it would always keep you connected.

Your caretaker was furious when they caught you kissing the hybrid boy near the tree line and vowed to never let you step foot in the forest for as long as they lived. Bags were packed the next day and you were shipped off to some place far, far away. Not able to return until ten years later when you’d inherited some property upon the news of their demise.

Now 25 and free from the restraints of your guardian—you sold off the land in the human village and moved to purchase the cottage with a gorgeous view of the river and the bayou that held so many fond memories. The townspeople welcomed you with open arms. Pulling you into the tight knit community as if no time had passed. It was so nice to see some of your old friends and it was a welcomed surprise to see that there were a few more humans that had integrated into hybrid society. Good to know that there are likeminded people out there. But even with all the revelry and fanfare—you still didn’t see the person that you’d missed the most.

You learned later that he’d actually become a prized warrior in the hybrid army. Fending off vicious attacks from humans that would hope to exterminate his kind. He was a hero amongst his people, but your heart longed for his presence. Luckily, on a cool summer night your prayers were answered.

It was fairly dark out. The only illumination coming from the moon and stars reflecting off the still water. Your feet dangled off the pier, toes barely grazing the surface while playing with the iridescent charm on your bracelet. You’d never been the strongest swimmer, but you often found comfort in bodies of water. This was one of those nights that required solace because you’d awoken from a wonderful dream only to be met with an empty bed, a dull ache in your belly and stickiness between your thighs. You were so tired of being alone.

Was it crazy to be pining after someone that you hadn’t seen in over 10 years? Maybe, but that didn’t stop the butterflies in your belly whenever you thought of him. What would he be like? Would you still have things in common? Would he even remember you?

How could I ever forget?

A masculine voice—deep and scratchy paired with a familiar playfulness crept into your mind. It’s like you could feel the words, rather than hear them. Your eyes widened, scanning the indigo waters until you noticed movement at the mouth of the bayou. A dark void dove into the river and disappeared. You didn’t even breathe. Heart hammering in anticipation of a potential reunion with the love of your life or a psychotic break.

Heh—maybe you’re just crazy in love.

The voice joked, louder and clearer than before. Warmth traveled from the tips of your toes to your cheeks. A tingling sensation nestled in your belly, making you clench your thighs. A low growl of approval echoed against the trees, followed by faint purring. A sudden clamminess engulfs your ankles pulling your legs deeper into the water and slightly apart. The tingling bloomed into an icy chill, swirling violently just as tufts of raven hair broke the surface. The figure rose from the water—glacial breeze rising with him as he towered over your trembling form. Obsidian visionaries bore into you, tapping into the deepest recesses of your soul. It felt like you were being swallowed whole. Devoured by the man that haunted your dreams.

“h-Hanta?” You struggle to speak. The coolness nearly suffocating—threatening to let you slip into the water if not for the cephalopodan appendages gripping your ankles.

He slots himself between your parted legs and smiles.

“Mate”. The word seemingly laced with honey and silk, falls from his lips so sensually that chilling arousal implodes in your core—the evidence of your climax spilling down your thighs.

Sero didn’t even pretend to be surprised. Whispering soothing praises in your ear while he held you against his chest, carding his fingers through your hair and massaging your legs with his tentacles. Of course, his voice alone was enough to make you cum—that’s to be expected from fated pairs. Especially those that have been separated from eachother as long as the two of you have.

It was so hard for Sero. The mating band he’d gifted you was crafted with one of his scales—allowing him to see all the nights you cried yourself to sleep, all the nights you woke up in a cold sweat, all the nights that you stared at the little river near your new house wishing that he’d rescue and bring you back home. You seemed broken. Virtually locked away in a tower to protect you from “monsters” but who was really the monster in this situation? The hybrid boy who loved you—or the people that despised him because he was different?

Sero tried to soothe you. Would send you images of your childhood home. Show you his smiling reflection as he stared in the water. Singing to you in his heavily accented voice because he’d never been accustomed to speaking in the common tongue and sending whispered proclamations of love that haunted your dreams. Your bracelet amplified your connection—allowing him to speak directly to you soul, but humans don’t know much about hybrid lore and soul ties. You never even knew that you were his mate, just assumed that the pain in your chest and the emptiness in your belly was from missing him, and you would do anything to dull that pain.

There is nothing more unsettling than seeing your mate with another. Sero had to watch you entertain countless suitors—bringing them into your bed in hopes to fill the void that he left. It was nauseating to see these imposters stealing his personal treasure. Much worse was the look of discontent in your eyes because you realized that no one could ever amount to the way Sero made you feel when he came to you in your dreams. He wasn’t upset with you—it would be hypocritical because he took lovers as well, but he knew that no one would ever make him feel as complete as you could. He was just waiting for the day that you’d return to him. For the day that he’d consummate your union and formally claim you as his mate.

That day came sooner than he expected when he saw that you’d returned to his village. With the current war he hasn’t been able to watch you as frequently—just a few seconds every week or so. When he saw the familiar surroundings of his childhood home in your background, he wanted to return home immediately, but he couldn’t just abandon his men. He knew you’d understand—be good and wait for him. He expected it. That’s why he sent you the wet dream that left an agonizing ache between your legs that made you venture out into the devil’s water. The perfect prey.

Sero prides himself on being a patient man, but the way your soft body feels against his chest makes him want to slam you against the dock and pound into you. But you deserve more than that. You deserve an explanation. So, he holds you to his chest, lips pressed against your forehead with his tentacles kneading your thighs, as he explains the significance of your connection. His voice is strong and clear—it grounds you from the whiplash brought on by your orgasm and intensified by this new information. Deep purrs rumble from his chest, providing a chilling sense of calm all over your body. Strong hands card through your hair—tangling at the nape to pull you back until your eyes meet. Your breath catches and your lips part in anticipation. Sero growls in approval, slitted eyes dilating lustfully, waiting for permission to proceed.

A small nod followed by a needy whimper is all he needs before crashing his lips onto yours and pulling you into the river. Sero knows that you can’t swim—can literally feel the anxiety wash over you when the crisp water covers your abdomen but what truly astounds him is the fact that you never pull away. Even with the underlying sense of fear you cling to him, deepening the kiss as if he’s your only hope for survival. Trusting him to take care of you in whatever way he sees fit.

Sero lowers his head to your shoulder, nipping at the soft flesh on the base of your neck while a tentacle winds up your body and wraps around your throat before swiping at the seams of your lips.

“Open” he commands, and you comply, eagerly accommodating the elongated organ that’s slithering towards the back of your throat. It feels so good moving inside you. Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to suck, swallowing greedily as creamy liquid secretes from the suction cups.

Sero groans, hips stuttering against your core. His mating slit opens, revealing his fat slimy dick—midnight black and curved perfectly to lock you in place while he breeds you. He ruts against your thigh, desperate for friction but unwilling to breach your core without properly stretching you out. Even though you were extremely aroused, and his tentacle juice relaxed you further—he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

 “Mate” he drawls, lips ghosting over the bruised flesh of your neck, “Gonna prep you now. Get you ready for my cock, hmm?” You try to answer, sputtering and gagging around the tentacle lodge in your mouth. Sero groans, slowly withdrawing the sensitive muscle from your raw throat to get your response.

Your eyes are wide and brimming with tears as you nod your head in agreeance.

“Please, Han~ Need you-”,

Before you can finish your panties are ripped off and you can feel his ribbed tentacle prodding at your entrance. Breath hitching as the first cluster of cirri push through your cunt—protrusions getting caught on your walls in a tantalizing fashion. It isn’t long before you’re clawing at his back and begging for more. He obliges, adding three more and fucking into your drooling cunt so violently that literal waves crash against your bodies.

Sero is practically feral at this point. The feeling of your cunny clamping down on him while you orgasmed nearly sending him over the edge, but he’d never forgive himself if he wasted even an ounce of his glitz in this river. No—Sero needed to be in you now. Mate. Breed. Fuck. Running on repeat in his head.

“Take a deep breath for me, my love” He whispers, lips grazing your own just as the tapered head of his slimy cock slithers inside your pussy alongside his tentacles. It felt like the wind had been knocked from you. Never imagining that this level of pleasure was obtainable. You were near tears when he bottomed out, a fat cirri sprouting from his tip and latching onto the walls of your cervix. He crushed his body into yours—enveloping you in his woodsy scent, while he fucked you slow and deep.

Sero ravished your body. Marking your skin with welts from his tentacles, bruises from his hands, bitemarks from his teeth. He had claimed you. Covered in his scent and his marks. There was nothing that could ever come between you. He’d burn the world if that meant he could keep you by his side. He told you as much, but you were too fucked out to hear his confessions.

A glacial sphere of arousal nestled in your belly. You were close—he could feel it in the way you clenched around him.

“Cum for me, mate. Give it to me. Give me everything”.

You weren’t sure if it was his voice or the way his engorged cock was winding in your core while his tentacles pulsed against your walls, but you came with a screech—panting and scratching so deep that crimson lines of blood trickled down his back.

Sero toppled over with you, pumping fat eggs into your cervix, and spraying them with spunk until your tummy bulged cutely. He purred contently, running his hands over the protrusion, and praising you for taking him so well.

“I love you, (Y/N)” he whispered, but was met with soft snores. He chuckled, phasing into his human form to carry you into the cottage. He spent the night in awe gazing at your sleeping figure and thanking the gods that the two of you were finally together.

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[serosblunt]

~ Hanta Sero x Reader ~

My Darling, My God

Hanta Sero x (Female) Reader

NSFW, 18+

Warnings: Mentions of smut (mutual masturbation, cumming untouched), mentions of weed/smoking, alcohol, mentions of god. Reader uses female pronouns and has female anatomy. 

Word count: 800 words

A/N: I don’t own the fan art or rights to it. If you know the artist, please let me know so I can credit them. 

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On occasion, Hanta will choose to sink back into the darkness that resides at the end of your bedroom. He takes up the chair that sits in its place, right where he expects it to be, unmoving since he last made use of it. 

The dull shards of remaining light peaking through the curtains reflect off of his crystal glass, drawing your attention towards his muscular forearms, which remain similarly illuminated. 

That alone was enough to pique your interest.

He holds an air of mystery about him, yet somehow not one part of you is scared of the total authority he has over you in that moment. 

After all, what’s yours is his. 

Small crackles fill the air as a sickeningly familiar scent floods your nose. He leant forward then, sleeves rolled up to show off his admirable quirk. Placing the drink on the floor and taking a steadying drag, he instructed you to seek your pleasure, for both his benefit and yours.

His hair had grown out since you first met him, and every now and again, a strand found its way out of his loosely tied bun across his forehead. Your fingers itched to brush them from his eyes. 

But they had been assigned to other, equally pleasurable roles. 

He watched, eyes unmoving and completely focused, despite his obstructed view. Nothing would ever tear him away from the sight of you laid out for him. 

This was his worship. You were the only god he would ever bow to and the only alter he could ever hope to pray at, from now until the end of his days. It is through nights like these that he clutches to your memory, over and over again like a broken record that he will never tire of. 

Inhalations of smoke slowed, eventually stopping altogether, as the sight of you became the only intoxication he needed. 

“My beautiful girl,” he said with a voice like silk, as your fingers continued to dance aimlessly over your skin; a poor imitation of the way Sero caressed you night after night. “How’d I get so lucky?”

Your eyes locked, both heart and core fluttered at his next silent command. You allowed a hand to drift lower and lower down your plush body, being sure not to rush the process. 

After all, this was all for him. It was the thing he dreamt about, begged for as though he would not get the chance again, as he moaned into your mouth not an hour earlier. 

Over and over, night after night, lower and lower.

Two fingers found their target, that sensitive button laying so vulnerably between folds of flesh. A shiver ran through you as you begun your ministrations again.

Growing eager, Hanta found purchase on the edge of his seat, neglected cock throbbing against the confines of his dress pants, but this only spurred him on more. 

This to him, was indescribable. So intimate and forged from a love and desire so deep he was sure no others could compete with it. 

His girl, his girl, was falling apart for him under his gaze. And he was the only one granted the privilege of viewing the heavenly scene. 

Nothing on earth drove him as fucking wild as that thought alone did.

He had begun to salivate as his eyes drank in every inch of you. His body craved you more and more with each passing second. 

The long haired man’s elevated breathing and paired animistic gaze told you all you needed to know. 

He might as well have been on his knees for you. Your walls tensed around emptiness as you thought to yourself that should you ask, he would fall on the sword for you, crawl from one end of the earth to the other to make you happy. 

Anything for his queen. 

“Don’t wait for my word, princess,” his voice came breathy and restrained, “when you’re ready, let go for me. Need’a see you feel good for me.”

He knew he was losing control of himself and he couldn’t have cared less. Moans he could no longer be bothered to contain synchronised with your own, and his tongue was practically lulling out of his mouth at the thought of getting just one little taste of your sweet, sweet nectar; a luxury that you both knew would come later. 

Needless to say, Sero never needed to touch himself when he watched you in this way.

You considered it one of your biggest achievements that you could make your pro-hero fiancé cum untouched, simply by getting yourself off. 

And damn if that thought didn’t have you both seeing stars. 

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[glowstick-cafe]

♡Frostbite♡

Hanta Sero x reader

Genre: Toothrotting fluff

Warning: None

Summary: Taking a stroll in your local park is always a good idea, especially when it's snowing!_______________________________________

Winter is usually the time of staying inside to nestle in the warmth of your home, but it was not one of those times for you.

You were busy doing homework that was due the next day, it was totally your fault for procrastinating. The text from your friends in the groupchat was the only reason you were in this situation, if it weren’t for them you'd probably have to suffer a few embarrassing minutes of your teacher scolding you.

When you finally put down your pencil and stretched you realized that the house was quiet, you remember mother leaning into your room to tell you that your food was in the microwave and then proceeded to go to bed.

Getting out of your chair you look outside to see that it was snowing, the grass being covered in snow and the roads were the same, but tire marks make it evident that cars were still driving at this time of the night.

You looked into the snowy abyss a while longer, you then decided to put on your jacket and boots to leave the warmth of your home.

The crunching of the snow under your boots as you walked calmed you as you trudged past a few houses that you were already familiar with after living here for a while, the streetlights illuminating your path once in a while.

Stopping for a moment, you looked around to spot a playground, walking over to the swing set. You wiped away the bit of snow that was on it, you sat on it and repeated the 'back and forth' motion of the swing.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the sound of someone else's footsteps walking through the snow, you were startled when you heard a sudden. "Hey!-"

Since you were startled, your grip on the swing accidentally slipped, launching you off of the playset. Out of instinct, your quirk activated and caused you to stay afloat in the air.

A sigh of relief left your lips, your attention was then turned to the voice of the boy who was now dawning an apologetic expression.

"I am so sorry!" He waved his hands frantically. You scanned his face, he had raven black hair and wore a yellow beanie on his head, a zipped up black puffy jacket clung to him, the sound of the fabric rubbing against his undershirt made you cringe.

You snapped out of your daze and quickly shushed him, you deactivated your quirk when you were safely back on the ground. Now that the dust had settled, you sent the boy a glare. "What do you want?" Your voice sounded hostile, the boy flinched at your switch in mood.

He gave a sheepish look and placed his hand behind his head, "I just was walking and noticed you, and you looked around my age, so I wanted to….talk to you?" He explained, and all you could do was look disgusted, not because you were because he approached you, but because "You just spontaneously decide to talk to people like that?!" Your jaw hung open, he blinked then chuckled at your response.

"That's some extroverted type shit."

"It just comes naturally to me."

After a few minutes had passed you had found out that the boys' name was Hanta Sero, his quirk was Tape, and that conversation went as well as one would expect.

"So you shoot tape….from your….elbows?" You deadpanned, and Hanta simply nodded.

"You're literally a walking office supply…"

"Yeah, pretty much," He laughed at the comparison even though he has heard it a million times, but he somehow didn't mind this time 'round.

You check your phone to see that you had stayed out way later than you expected. You stood up from the swing and Hanta did the same, "It's getting late, and I'm assuming you also have school in the morning." You say, teasing him. Hantas' cheeks dawned a light pink color on his face, showing that he also forgot about school.

You bid the boy farewell and walked your separate ways, as you walked the thought of seeing him again made you feel happy, a content smile etched onto your face as you made your way back into your house and let your body give into the warm comfiness of your bed.

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It's been a few days since your encounter with Hanta and soon the moment slowly faded into the back of your mind, but tonight felt…lonely.

Your eyes had already gotten used to staring at your blandly colored ceiling and even bothered counting how long you could keep your eyes trained on it, then the brown eyes of Hanta flashed through your memory. "Oh yeah! I forgot about you." You practically whispered to yourself.

Though you knew that it was a one in a million chance that you would see him again you put on your jacket as if you knew that he would be there.

Tripping over yourself on your way to the park you previously met the boy, if there was anyone to bear witness to your fumbling it would be clear that you were nervous and the thought that this might be a stupid idea is really making itself known in your brain.

Arriving at the playground, you looked around to be met with nothing but blankets of snow and an empty playground. The park was left to be illuminated by streetlights, next to one of the lights was a wooden bench with ice covering it, letting out a sigh you walked over to the bench and sat down, not bothering to move off the bits of ice that was covering it before.

'That's probably gonna bite me in the ass later.' I think. The dead silence of the night filles your ear, leaving you with nothing to do but to watch the snow fall.

"This is so stupid…" You say to yourself, tears threaten to cloud your vision, you quickly get up and breathe through your nose, the sharp cold air is not kind to you and it in fact makes your nose hurt.

Why did you think some random boy you met by chance would be here, are really that delusional? Yeah, but holy shit this was a new low for you.

You were about to leave the park, until a familiar voice called out to you. Upon turning around, you were met with the same boy, but he seemed out of breath.

"Holy shit, did you run here?-"

The raven haired boy is doubled over with a hand on his knee and holds his other hand up, telling you to give him a moment. You couldn't help but laugh at the boy and the feeling of relief they overcame you.

"I had no choice! You were about to leave and I didn't know when I'd see you again…" He spoke, his voice heavy with languor.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that the boy had missed talking to you; it was good to know that the feeling was mutual. "What if we only meet up on snowy nights at the same time so we could meet more?" You suggested. Hanta's eyes brightened at your idea and your heart couldn't help but flutter at Hantas' expression.

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After your agreement with the boy was made you found yourself getting interested in his life as time passed, he would find a way to talk about anything and everything and you were more than happy to sit and listen.

You were surprised when you found out that he was a U.A student in the hero course, you were unterested in heros as a kid but that phase came and went as you grew older. Hantas' friends were also talked about a lot when he brought up funny stories—like the time his friend Kirishima stole Mina's eye lashes and never gave them back, but it still remains stuck to a piece of furniture in his dorm room.

"Since you're gonna be a hero n' all, what's your hero name?" You asked in the middle of his talking. The boy looked off to the side as if he was deciding if he should tell you.

"Nah, it's stupid and you're gonna laugh-" He denied, now you were interested, you noticed the light pink that dusted his cheeks that told you that he was a bit embarrassed by it.

"Ok, now I have to know!" You couldn't help but say with a giggle. Hanta jokingly glared at you in response and sighed, his flushed cheeks turning into a more red color.

Though there was no one around to hear it, Hanta leaned into your ear to whisper it to you, the heat from his face being close to yours made you fidget in your seat a little. It made you smile at how childish he could be despite how he presented himself.

"My hero name is cellophane…"

Nothing could've prepared you for the laugh that you had to hold back, Hanta rolled his eyes and smiled at your will to not laugh. "So you think it's funny." He said with a smirk, obviously egging you on to laugh.

You quickly shook your head, "Nope…not at all." Your voice was trembling as you tried to hold back your laugh, only to finally give in, embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands.

After you had calmed down from you laughing fit, the air around you and Hanta had fallen into comfortable silence. A small part of you wished that it snowed every night, but both of had been dealing with the fact that the winter season was just about to end, if the dead grass peaking out of the mounds of snow wasn't already a sign, then may it be the fact that the ends of your conversations have been filled with a knowing quietness. Your eyes were fixed on you lap as you try to come to terms

You have grown a distaste for the quiet…

"There's not enough snowy nights left to spend time with you." His voice breaks the silence once more, he looked up at the stars in the nights sky with an emotion you could not pinpoint. You could only hum in agreement.

Hanta seemed like he had more to say but was interrupted by the sound of ringing from his phone, the sound had startled you both; you watched the black haired boy pick up the phone and hold it to his ear in confusion only to be met with the dramatic sound of what seems to be…crying? Hanta pulled the phone away from his ear and sighed as his once some expression was turned into one of annoyance.

"Denki, why are you calling me this late?" The boy asked, clearly not wanting to put up with the walmart Pikachu. You chuckled at the situation that was playing out before you, then came the voice of his other friends.

"Oh my god, Hanta, are you with someone?!" Said the surprise voice of who you assumed to be Mina.

"Is that why he's been coming back to the dorm late?" Asked a gruff voice.

"Why do you guys always insist on meeting up in my room?! Get out!"

"Bakugo, wait no!-"

The call was ended with the sound of crackling, you were vaguely concerned, but Hanta seems to be used to it. "So much for keeping you a secret." He joked, you on the other hand couldn't help but hide your face at his words. Hanta laughed at your sudden embarrassment.

"I want to spend more time with you!" You shouted, shooting up from the bench you were once sitting on. Now it was Hanta's turn to become flustered, the boy slowly stood up aswell and was now facing you, "No more snowy night?" He asked.

You shook your head and slowly leaned into give him a peck on the cheek, "No more snowy nights."

"Good," Hanta rested his chin on your heard. "I was beginning to freeze my ass off out here." He began to laugh as he could feel you playfully punch his chest.

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Comments are appreciated, it's lonely being a fandom hopper. 😔

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[luvbugs-blog]

getting caught with the mha boys

ft. shoto, izuku, sero, and eijiro

getting the smoochies in, then being caught

warnings: not proof read!

Shoto Todoroki

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

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

"Come in!"

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

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

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

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

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

Izuku Midoryia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hanta Sero

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

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

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

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

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

"You try to do any better!"

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

"Well, them, let me see!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eijiro Kirishima

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

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

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

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

"hey, sweets. are you ok?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"look how manly I am!"

oh my, you have a very special boyfriend.

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

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