#sero x black!reader

[adoringmha]

asian/latino sero cause duh | he has a filthy mouth | nsfw mdni

hanta has a way of making you feel so gorgeous and so desired, it’s a skill. the way he touches you, looks at you, talks to you—it all sets you on fire.

you’re on your hands and knees, face pressed into the bed as he watches you, coming in so close you can feel his breath on you.

“look at you, mi cariño.” his voice is full of awe, adoration. his hands slide up your thighs to your ass. “i’ve missed this.”

when you cheekily point out that he saw you (naked as well) just last night, he squeezes your ass playfully. “s’been too long since then.”

he shifts on the bed behind you, you feel him more than see him. he pushes your legs apart gently, more of a silent demand than a physical one. “come on baby, spread your legs a little more, let me see her.”

you do, whining already just from his tone, how desperate he sounds, like you’re keeping precious treasure away from him and all to yourself.

he groans, tortured by the sight of you. “fuck, princesa.” he licks his lips, cooing at your lower ones. “d’you miss me? yeah?”

he’s turning you on so you don’t mind the talking, you fucking love the talking, but you’re getting impatient for his touch, so you show him that—wiggling your ass in his face, whining his name the way he likes.

he curses again and slaps your ass, soothing it quickly after, rubbing a warm hand in real slow. “i know baby.”

he gets up on his knees and leans over to you, “here mi amor, get it nice and wet for me.” you open up without question and he slides his thumb in your mouth.

you swirl your tongue around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck it real good, and he feels like he’s about to burst in his sweats.

“that’s a good girl.”

he gets back behind you, “lemme spread her open a bit yeah? then i’ll give you what we’re both dying for.” he slides his thumb between your folds and you keen, your hips bucking almost too wildly for such a little touch.

he just chuckles and bites your ass playfully before giving it a kiss, grinning against your skin. he reaches your clit and circles it nice and slow watching you clench around nothing, “there we go.”

before you can do or say anything else, his tongue is between your folds and he’s salivating between your thighs at your taste, his thumb still circling your clit expertly.

“m’thank you baby, love you so much. so good for me.” he’s panting the praise against your folds, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure to tell him you should be thanking him instead, so you just moan, and he knows exactly what you meant.

he smiles against you, hands coming to hold your ass apart for him to enjoy himself properly.

when he sucks on your clit and you moan his name all breathless, he knows he’s not getting up from this spot any time soon. he’ll thank you again after.

it’s common courtesy to express thanks for your meals, right?

#idk this just came to me #sero #sero x reader #sero smut #sero thirst #mha #mha x reader #mha smut #mha thirst #sero x black!reader #latino!sero #sero blurb

[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

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Several Shots Later (Pro!Sero x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader) 

Pairing: Pro!Sero Hanta x Black!Chubby!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers) 

Synopsis: In which you go on a vacation in an effort to relax and feel more confident, but find yourself falling for the sexy stranger who sends you a drink across the room and also happens to give you some firsthand dance lessons and a night you’ll never forget. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Aged Up!Sero (he’s in his late 20s); Chubby!Reader; Black-coded!Reader (but anyone can still read this); Marijuana/Alcohol Use; Sero Speaking Spanish; Petnames: (Baby, Mama, Mami); Skinny Dipping; Strangers to Lovers; Drunk Sex; Exhibitionism; Public Oral; Shotgunning; Dirty Talk; Daddy/Papi Kink; Rope Play; Spanking; Spitting; Facefucking; UNPROTECTED PIV Sex; Mild Choking; Mild Degradation; Cum on Body; Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: HAPPY B-DAY WEEK TO MY FAVORITE LATIN KING SERO!! I typed this from his bed btw. Posting it early cuz this weekend, I'm gonna be soooo busy. Anyway, I had this idea after listening to "She's Hot" (the song above) & thinking about dancing to it with Sero cuz y'all know damn well he can MOVE. Enjoy! -Jazz

P.S. If my Spanish is trash or inaccurate, please PLEASE let me know! I used Google Translate lol

Read on AO3 here!

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He’s been staring at you all night, ever since you sat at the bar twenty minutes ago. If he continues to do so, you’re sure to soak the stool you’re sitting on.

You’ve never been stared at in such a way before––so brazenly and intimately. Though the lust is hidden beneath the surface of his charcoal eyes, you can tell that this isn’t all that is there. You’re used to being lusted after, but this feels different. More…romantic.

And all just from one look! You know you’re probably looking too deep into it though. After all, you haven’t even spoken to the man. But fuck, do you want to, ever since you caught a glimpse of him when you stepped into the resort’s nightclub twenty minutes before with your two friends and vacay buddies. 

The man is the definition of “fine”.

Though he was sitting down when you first saw him, you’d place him at a good height over yours. He is all lean muscle, but not overly so, all of which you can see straining against his black polo shirt that he leaves unbuttoned to expose the sliver of chest and a gold chain underneath. His arms, which you’d love to feel wrapped around you, are roped in tattoos, his fingers adorned in rings and his wrist encased in a Rolex watch. The man must got money.

He sits back in his seat now, his shot of rum in his lap and his thighs open wide as if not aware that every woman (or man) could be staring at his crotch in those tight-ass jeans. 

You’d never thought you’d ever see a man make a mullet look good either. He rocks it perfectly, several strands of black hair hanging in his alluring eyes that continue to stare you down, making you feel hot all over. His eyes sparkle just as his lip ring and silver hoops along his ears do, his long lashes making you think of a doll’s. He’s so, so beautiful. 

You don’t know what he does, but judging by the watch and the Nike Air Forces on his feet, you’d guess he could be a singer. Maybe a business owner or CEO of some company? Maybe even a model? Regardless, he could have any woman in here just with one look and a smile. Why is he so entranced with you? What is it with you that he wants? 

“Girl, you’ve been staring right back at him,” Mina chuckles from beside you. “If don’t hop on that man, I will ‘cause he’s fine.”

You side-eye her from your spot between her and Uraraka, watching her sip on her second cocktail of the night in her little pink mini-dress. “Why don’t you just go over and talk to him like a normal person?” she snickers. 

You turn away from her and the beautiful stranger, staring down at your half-drunk Mojito. “You know I don’t make the first move,” you sigh. “I don’t even know how. Plus, I didn’t come here for a man. I came here to relax and find some confidence in myself.” 

“That’s what a hot guy like him is for!” Mina argues, nodding at the stranger. Though you’re sure he has looked away from you by now, your body still burns as if he is still watching you, waiting for you. “No,” you protest. “That’s what the beach, the spa, and endless drinks are for. I’m not here for sex after the last time a hookup went wrong–which was only a month ago.” 

You huff, stirring your drink around before sipping on it to calm your nerves and push those memories away. You came here to get away from all of that, after all. A month ago was the last straw when it came to dating and hooking up, especially with men online. You had been on Match for months but always seemed to run into men who either had a fetish for plus-sized women, and only that, or ghosted you as soon as they saw you outside of your pretty profile picture. 

The last hookup you had seemed to break your spirit completely. You and the guy had been talking for a couple of weeks before he asked you out for dinner. Though you were excited, you felt that nabbing feeling in your gut that something would go wrong the moment he saw you in your dress, all of your rolls and jiggly parts on display.

But surprisingly, when you met with him at the restaurant, his smile didn’t even falter. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as if nothing was wrong. You even started to believe that this would be fine...until it wasn’t.

Until you invited him back to your apartment after one too many glasses of wine and got him out of his clothes. Until he stripped you, spread your legs wide eagle, and attempted to go down on you but didn’t. “I can’t do this,” he had sighed, already moving to grab his shit to hastily put back on. “Look, you’re pretty and all, and I thought I could handle you, but I can’t. You’re just too…big.” 

To say you were hurt was an understatement. You said nothing to him as he profusely apologized; said it wasn’t your fault but just his preference; that he knew you’d find someone that would be attracted to you. If only he knew that this hasn’t been the case in years. If only he knew that most men only saw you as an object of their fetish and kinks; not their affection. 

You weren’t asking for the fucking moon here. Just some love and affection. Just some intimacy. Just some good ol’ big dick. But you always seemed to lack in those departments because of your shape and size. There are times you wished you looked like your friends–so small and socially acceptable with their flat stomachs and breasts that didn’t sag. They could wear tight-skin dresses and crop tops without getting ridiculed or laughed at. You couldn’t. 

This is why you took the offer for this trip to the beach resort on the coast of [Insert Country Name Here]. It was a short five-day trip that Mina and Uraraka had been planning to get away from your home in the US for a while and escape the sweltering heat.

When they offered you a spot and a ticket, you took that shit. You knew that this was your chance to finally gain the confidence you were missing and get away from the problems and men your city brought for a while. So far, it’s been working. Ever since you flew in this morning, you’ve been wearing all the bikinis and sundresses you want without getting side-eyed or gawked at. It feels damn good! But getting eyed down by that stranger feels even better. 

“He was just a porn-addicted asshole,” Uraraka huffs, crossing her toned legs over each other in her pretty, flowery sundress. “He wasn’t worth your time. As much as I understand your reluctance, Y/N, you’re not behind a screen this time. You’re sitting here, looking sexy as fuck in your mini skirt, and he’s eyeing you down like he wants all of you.” 

“She is right, babes,” Mina agrees. “The way that guy is staring at you is making me kinda jealous.” She smiles at the way you bashfully advert your eyes to stare down at your outfit. They forced you to put on the shimmery mini skirt that hugs your ass and the low-cut top that exposes your cleavage for tonight’s activities. 

“What’s the point of being on vacation if you don’t indulge in hookups with hot people?” she giggles, sipping suggestively on her straw. You raise your brows at her, more than happy to correct her.  “Vacations may be about that for you two, but I’m more about sleeping till the afternoon, lounging by the beach, and drinking my bottomless mimosas.” 

Though the sexy stranger makes you think differently, you know that you’re never going to find the courage to get up and talk to him, no matter how much you drank or how sexy your friends said you looked. You wanted to get away from hookup culture and just find confidence on your own without looking for it in sex with a nice-looking guy. You just want to relax! But Mina and Uraraka aren't taking no for an answer.

Mina downs the rest of her drink before staring at you pointedly. “And that’s about to change tonight.” You gawk at her, laughing in disbelief at her stubbornness. “It’s only the first day!” you laugh. 

“Exactly!” she agrees. “And we’ve got about five days left here at this resort. You know time flies extra fast while on vacation, girl.” She winks at you, encouraging you to go through with catching a body for the night. But you hum disapprovingly to yourself, stirring your straw around in your glass. “I don’t know, girls,” you sigh. “It just doesn’t seem right to use a guy just to boost my confidence and have a good time.” 

Mina dramatically scoffs, rolling her golden eyes. “Please! You’ve got men in here who would gladly give their left lung to do all of that for you and more. Probably even that hottie with the mullet.” Though her words are encouraging, you still feel that roil of fear and uncertainty in your gut. What if he refuses you? What if he says yes but then changes his mind once he gets a look at you under your clothes? 

Uraraka’s soft hand on your knee pulls you out of your head. “How can you know if you don’t at least try, Y/N?” she soothingly asks. “You deserve to have a good time, including getting some great sex if that’s what you want. And from the way you’ve been staring back at that stranger, we can tell it’s exactly what you want. So go on and get him!” 

Mina places a hand on your shoulder, the smell of her fruity perfume overtaking your senses. “What happens on vacation stays on vacation,” she giggles. 

And you realize that they’re absolutely right. You can never know what will happen if you don’t at least try. Plus, even if it goes wrong, there are plenty of other men at this resort you can try to snag, even if for the night or the remainder of this trip. You came here to not only relax, but to find confidence and let loose. Maybe you can do all of that in one night with a hot stranger with no strings attached. 

“Maybe you’re right,” you say, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence in your body. “Lemme just finish this first.” You reach for your Mojito and down it, already feeling the effects of the alcohol in your body. You feel warm and tingly; sexy and powerful like you could take over the whole world. You’ve got this. You’re a sexy ass bitch. 

Uraraka cheers you on when you slide out of your stool, pulling down your skirt over your stomach and thick, jiggly thighs as you do. “Go get him, girly!” Mina shouts encouragingly. “Let us know if you need us to push him into the pool.” 

You giggle, feeling nervous yet excited. You can’t believe you’re really coming out of your comfort zone like this. But as you turn in the direction of the sexy stranger, you find his seat open and him gone. “Oh,” you breathe, disappointment blooming within you. “He’s gone.” Mina and Uraraka look around in disbelief. “Where’d he go?”

Uraraka huffs, her bob as she turns her head from side to side searching for the mystery man. “He was just right there!” Mina puts a comforting hand on your arm. “Well, don’t fret, babes. There are plenty of other fine-ass men in here who would gladly give you their undivided attention.” She begins to look around, squinting into the flashing lights on the dance floor despite your disinterest. “Let’s see…what about–“ 

“Excuse me,” someone says from behind you. You turn, finding the bartender holding another delicious-looking Mojito. “This is for you, miss. It was already paid for.” You and the girls stare at the drink in shock and suspicion. “Already paid for?” you parrot, baffled. “By who?” 

“Well, it was supposed to be by your secret admirer, but I think I fucked that up comin’ over here.” A light chuckle leaves the lips of a man you already know is fine judging by his voice–it’s raspy and laced with a slight accent you can’t quite decipher; very pleasant to the ear. A real panty dropper. 

When you and your friends turn, you swear to nearly drop dead right there in the club. There, standing behind you with a smile playing on his pierced, plump lips, is the hot stranger from across the room. And he’s even sexier up close! From this angle, you can see the ink on his chest peeking from out of his collar and how clean his nails are. Not to mention his scent––so sweet yet musky. It’s intoxicating. You and the girls stand there like idiots, silently drinking in the fine-ass stranger. “Oh, shit, he’s even finer up close,” Mina whispers to Uraraka, earning a shush in response. 

The man smiles, two dimples popping on his cheeks. You love dimples. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he sheepishly says, and you catch a glint of something shiny in his mouth. A tongue piercing. ‘Oh, fuck me,’ you think. This man is trouble.

“I’m sorry if I am, but I couldn’t help myself. You just look too good tonight.” His charcoal eyes are planted firmly on you though you see them falter to trail down your form. You have to hold onto the stool behind you to avoid falling out. Your knees suddenly feel too weak to hold you up. “I thought the drink would’ve been a good icebreaker, but maybe that was kinda douchey,” he wonder aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. His bicep bulges as he does so, making you picture yourself running your fingers over it. 

“U-Uh…” You desperately try to find the words to speak, not wanting to come off as a weirdo. But your mind is completely blank, all except for some naughty images of this man’s hands on you and his cock buried deep inside of you as he bends you over the bar. “No,” you reply, finding the words to finally speak. “It was sweet of you. Thank you…for the compliment too, not just the drink.” You cringe at yourself, realizing you’re babbling.

The stranger laughs lightly, the sound like sex to you. “I’m Sero,” he says in his sexy, raspy voice. “Sero Hanta.” He sticks his hand out for yours and you take it. As soon as your hands make contact, you feel an electric current soar through you as if you’re being shocked from the inside. His hand is big and calloused as if he’s been using them for years. You’re not sure if he feels the same zing that courses through you, but his eyes do trail to your mouth. 

“I’m Y/N,” you timidly reply as your hands drop. “L/N. These are my friends; we’re on vacation.” You turn to your friends that you find leaving their posts, guilty smiles on their faces. “And we were just leaving,” Mina replies. “We’re just gonna go on the dance floor. Text us if you need anything!” 

“Very nice to meet you!” Uraraka shouts with a wave before she and Mina hurry to the dance floor. 

“Wait!” You hiss, but they’re already moving out of earshot. You watch them skid off to the dance floor with the sharpest glare you've ever given a person. If looks could kill, they would be dead. Now it’s just you and Sero the Sexy Stranger.

Though you’re not exactly alone, you may as well be the only two people standing in the room with how awkward and tense the air feels. Sero isn’t immune to it either. He stands rather rigidly, his arms behind his back and his eyes looking anywhere but at you in fear of making you feel uncomfortable. Knowing you can’t stand here all night, you clear your throat and pat the stool next to you. “Uh…did you wanna sit?” Sero shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. “If you’re cool with it.” 

You nod and slide into your own seat while he hops up next to you. “So you said you ladies are here on vacation?” he asks, giving you a friendly, warm smile that eases your nerves. You nod, lacing your fingers together to give them something to do. “Yeah, for five more days. We just flew in this morning all the way from the US.” 

Sero’s charcoal eyes widen in shock. “The United States?” he gasps, making you giggle. “Shit, that’s a long way. Where are you from?”

You tell him, including the state. You may as well also tell him the capital and the population of your city with how much you’re babbling, but it’s hard to keep calm in the presence of such a sexy, sweet-smelling man. Sero is full of questions, his curiosity adorable. “What’s it like there? Is the food good? I heard they’ve got the best tour sights too!” 

You tell him everything, from the food to the museums to the entertainment there for tourists along with the weather, your neighborhood, and how you’ve been living there ever since you were young. “I met my friends back during college,” you explain as you sip on the Mojito that Sero bought you. “We decided to take this trip to get out of the city for a while.”  Sero nods, his attention firmly on you and only you. It makes you blush and you thank God that He made you a Black woman.

“Well, you ladies picked the best place for a vacay. I’ve been coming here for years ‘cause I’ve got family down here.” He waves a hand, flagging down the bartender. “Are you from here?” you curiously ask. 

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Nah; I was born in Musutafu, a city in Japan. My mother is Latina but my father is Japanese.” Your interest in him piques here as you have a big soft spot for mixed men. “So are you bilingual?” you giggle. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve been trying to learn Japanese forever ever since I started watching anime.” 

Sero turns to face you, one muscled arm slung across the bar. “You’re an anime fan, huh?” he asks, interest and the flashing strobe lights in his black eyes which you now realize aren't charcoal at all––they’re a very dark brown, almost like dark chocolate. “What’s your favorite? And if you say Naruto, I’m leaving.” 

“What’s wrong with Naruto?” you laugh, gaping at him. 

“Everyone says Naruto!” he complains, rolling his eyes dramatically. “If not DBZ! Those are the two anime shows that reached the mainstream and everyone knows about.” You decide to leave your obsession with Naruto in middle school on the back burner for now.

“Well, I’ll give you my top five,” you giggle. You give him each one, most of them being very underrated and less popular than other anime. Sero looks impressed when you finish. “Daaamn, girl!” he praises. “You’ve got taste! I didn’t think anyone knew about your fifth pick. It’s more of an underrated one.” You nod, agreeing. “Yeah, but I’m into mystery. The twists and turns make each episode so fun to watch.” 

He nods in agreement, a strange smile on his face. Though it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it also feels…weird. You’re not used to being smiled at in such a way, like what you’re saying is so interesting and intriguing. You turn away to sip your drink, hoping more alcohol will make you feel less weird and take you out of your head. 

The bartender suddenly returns to your side with a tray of multi-colored shot glasses and tiny bowls of salt, lemon, and lime on the side. “Here you are, Mr. Hanta,” he says. "On the house.” Sero gives him a look as he lowers the tray in front of him. “I keep tellin’ you to just call me Sero,” he sighs, pulling out a twenty to tip the bartender. “I ain’t my dad.” 

When the bartender scurries off with the bill, Sero fills you in on why he got the order of rounds: “They give me free shit every time I come in here but I still tip ‘em well. Probably because I know the owner. He’s a good friend of my dad’s.” He takes one of the shot glasses and downs the contents inside with ease, not even sucking on a lemon or lime slice as a chaser. You don’t realize that you’re staring at him until he raises a questionable brow at you. “Want one?” he asks. Flushing with embarrassment, you shake your head. “You sure? They’re rum shots. Some are just plain, some are apple, and some are coconut.” 

Your eyes flick from him to the shots, slowly becoming seduced by the different flavors and the idea of letting even looser. “Just one,” you say, giving in to defeat.

Sero passes you a shot before picking up another one of his own, giving you a white-toothed smile. “To an amazing vacation,” he says, raising his shot. You do the same and clink your glass with his before downing your rum at the same time he does. Though you taste the hint of apple, the rum is incredibly strong and nearly burns your tonsils. You gag as he goes down, making Sero laugh behind his hand. “Don’t laugh!” you pout. “This shit is stronger than the stuff you find in the US.” 

Sero snickers as you take a lemon slice and vigorously suck on it, chasing away the strong taste of the rum. “Yeah, I bet,” he chuckles, nodding at the shots. “This is straight rum, mama. Definitely not to be played with. Lemme order you some water.”

He leans over the bar, raising his muscular arm, and you don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol starting to speak, but his arm looks very appealing to you right now. You picture wrapped around your waist or your tummy, maybe on your side while his cock is plunging in and out of the wet, gummy walls of your pussy over and over again, his sweet, raspy voice whispering in your ear. 

You blink, alarmed. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ you think. The alcohol is definitely talking now. You have to try to act as normal as possible and not like you’re a horny mess when the bartender returns with a glass of cool water.

But you don't touch the water. Instead, you go for another shot, determination flooding within you that is only conjured by the alcohol. “You wanna try again?” Sero snickers. “Be my guest. It always goes down better the second time around. Don’t drink it too fast, now.” He keeps his intense eyes on you as you down your next shot. He’s right: it does go down a lot easier. While you feel the burn as he slides down your throat, it settles into your tummy nicely, making you feel warm and tingly. 

Sero downs his third shot of the night, as do you. Soon, the room is starting to get hotter and seems a little fuzzier than before. The music is sharper, Sero seems a lot sexier, and you’re having trouble focusing. You know that you are only another shot away from drunk, so you decide to take a couple of sips of your water. Unfortunately, your being tipsy means that you have zero filter. “Uh…so what do you do?” you randomly ask Sero. “Like, for work?” 

Sero stares at you, perplexed, his pink, pierced lips wrapped around a straw to his glass of water. You flush with embarrassment and go to apologize for being too personal, but his smile eases your nerves. “Relax,” he chuckles. “It ain’t like you asked me what my social security is.” You return the smile, becoming accustomed to his humor and laid-back attitude. “I’m a house renovator, so I fix up houses for people to rent, buy, or put on the market. I’ve got my own business back in Japan. I’m also a dance instructor on the side.” 

Your ears perk at his hustle. So he’s got money and he can dance? “So you’re extremely talented, basically.” It could be the trick of the lights, but you think you see Sero’s cheeks grow pink. “I try. What about you?” You tell him your job along with what you do all day while working at it five days a week. His handsome face scrunches in pain. “That’s a great job, but it sounds time-consuming. You ever get bored or have time for yourself?” 

You discard your water and sip on the rest of your Mojito, nearly forgetting it was there. “Time for myself is what the weekends are for,” you joke. “But in all seriousness, some of the time I get tired of it. That’s why my friends and I booked this trip as a way to relax and boost my confidence.” 

Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. 'Fuck!’ you think, panicking. Goddamn, the alcohol! Why does it have to make your tongue so loose and you so dumb?

Sero’s eyes flash with interest. “Boost your confidence?” he asks, quirking a brow at you that makes him look increasingly hotter. “How so?” He leans in as if to kiss you, a secretive smile curling onto his lips. You avert your eyes, hoping he doesn’t see the fear in them. You hope he doesn’t push this. You couldn’t bear the thought of telling a stranger all about your problems with your body and dating. 

“I’m kidding,” he finally says, probably noticing your change in demeanor. “You don’t have to tell me, but you could’ve fooled me ‘cause the outfit is certainly doin’ its job.” His eyes trail across your form in your outfit, making your body feel like it just got stuck in an oven. “Does that confidence-boosting also include dancing like your friends are?” he asks, nodding at the dance floor. There, you see Mina and Uraraka on the floor, twirling their hips and sipping on their drinks, carefree and beautiful. 

You don’t think you could be that carefree with so many eyes on you. It’s different in the comfort of your own home, but here? It’s just too harrowing of an idea. “I-I don’t dance,” you timidly admit to Sero. “Not ‘cause I can’t, but I just…don’t.” 

Sero scowls confusedly at you, his brows furrowing. “Why?” he asks, sounding absolutely baffled. “When the music is this good, it’s just too good to not move! You know how to salsa? Or bachata?” You stare at him, gobsmacked. This man can really move like that? “You teach all of that?” you ask, suddenly even hotter knowing this. You can only imagine how his hips can move in bed. 

Sero smirks proudly. “Damn right,” he chuckles. “And I’m gonna teach you. You’ve got the best in the business, baby.” He takes his hand in yours and helps you down off of your stool. But before he can lead to you the dance floor, you pull him back. “Wait!” you protest. He peers over his shoulder at you and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “I-I don’t know if I’ve got dancing shoes.” 

The sexy stranger turns around to face you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Really?” he asks. “That’s the best you’ve got?” You stare down at your shoes, even more apprehensive. It’s bad enough that you’re afraid of how you’ll look, but you’ve never had a man ask you to dance with him on the floor before. You’ve never had a man pursue you in such a way. You’re not sure how to handle it or what you’re even doing. 

You’re aware of Sero getting closer to you until all you see is his chest in your face. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his cologne fogging your senses and self-control. “If you’re worried about what you look like, don’t. You’ve got people in here who dance worse and if you step on my toes, I’ll just act like it didn’t happen.”

At this, you smile though hesitantly. “There’s that smile,” he coos, interlacing his fingers with yours. “C’mon, before the song ends.” 

The song playing now is one you recognize from TikTok from the Spanish guitars and Latin beat pumping through the speakers that you’d roll your hips into a mirror to. The strobe lights have now brightened to a seductive red that makes the dance floor look like it’s on fire. Sero leads you to a space on the dance floor between the grinding club-goers and stands in front of you, his height blocking the others dancing behind him. 

You rigidly stand with his hand in yours a good distance away from him. You can already feel yourself wanting to run. The confidence that the alcohol provided you is starting to fade. All you want to do now is go back to your hotel room and go to sleep. ‘No,’ you think stubbornly. ‘You’re not doing that. You came here to find confidence and this man is trying to help you with that.’ 

Sero smirks jokingly at you. Unaware to you, he thinks your shyness is the cutest thing in the world. He’d fuck you right here in front of the whole club if he could. “You’ve gotta stand a little closer than that,” he chuckles. With some hesitation, you move an inch closer to him, barely toe to toe with him.

“Closer,” he teasingly repeats. Maybe it's the guitars in the song or the intensity of his gaze on you, but you find yourself moving closer to him like a moth being beckoned by a flame. Suddenly, you’re close enough to kiss him, your nose nearly brushing his chest.

“Perfecto,” he whispers, and it has your heart racing like it’s trying to win a track race. “Now you put one hand on my shoulder.” Keeping one of your hands interlocked with his, you raise your free hand and place it on his broad shoulder. 

Then his hands are on your hips, secure and…nice. This feels nice. “Is it okay if I hold you like this?” he asks, his lips at your ear. You can barely speak––your throat is dry and your mind has gone completely blank. “Give me your words, mami,” he demands though not aggressively. The pet name, along with his accent curling around the almost-forbidden word, has you blushing profusely and thanking the Lord that He made you a Black woman. 

Sero tenses as soon as the word flies, pulling away to apologize face to face. “Sorry,” he says embarrassingly, a blush coating his cheeks. “No,” you protest, shaking your head. “I-I like it. And it’s fine…you holding me like this, that is.” A beaming smile crosses his lips; one that makes you smile too and seems to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

“Now just follow me,” he instructs you. “When my foot goes back, yours goes forward, like this.” He puts one foot back and you timidly bring yours forward. “Now vice versa,” he says before bringing his foot back to the front. You pick up on things quickly and press your foot back. “Good!” he praises you. “Now let’s try it with the music. It goes 1, 2, 3…1, 2, 3…just like the beat. Listen to the beat.” 

You do as he says and listen to the music, trying to match your foot movement with the rhythm. Sero is a natural at this, as he should be since it’s his side hustle. He moves like he is the damn music, his body turning into water. His moves are loose and languid but not out-of-beat or uncontrolled. His back is straight, his shoulders are squared, and his hips? They roll like fucking waves.

You find yourself wanting to touch them; roll your tongue against them and the washboard abs you know are just up under his shirt. He never lets you go as you attempt to copy his moves and his confidence. And yes, you step on his feet a few times, but he never loses that patient, kind smile. Soon, you start to feel more comfortable and your moves grow looser than before. 

Sero feels your body relax and his eyes gleam with excitement. “There we go!” he laughs. “And you said you were worried about havin’ the wrong shoes. You’re a natural at this.” He twirls you twice, making you giddy and dizzy with joy. You are hot and sweaty, and your makeup has probably seen better days, but you don’t care. You feel good, all because of the man you're dancing with tonight. 

Suddenly, a newfound confidence blooms inside of you that could either be from the alcohol or from the closeness of this fine-ass man. One that has your hand moving from his shoulder to his chest, just briefly caressing it. “I guess it helps to have a good teacher,” you say in a tone that you’ve never heard come out of your mouth before. It is low and sensual. 

Sero notices it immediately. His kind smile turns into one that is more secretive like he is hiding something you don’t know about. He twirls you once more, causing your braids to fly around you and a laugh to burst from your mouth. Then he’s yanking you to him, emitting a surprised gasp from your lips when you find yourself chest-to-chest with him. One of his big hands moves to caress your lower back while the other still holds yours. He stares deep into your eyes as he begins to move his hips against yours, rolling and grinding his body into your own.

Suddenly, like a cliche romance trope, everyone disappears and all that is left are you and him. You only see him. You only know him. From somewhere on the floor, Mina and Uraraka shriek, hyping you up. “Yaaaasss, Y/N!” Mina screeches, much louder than Uraraka and the music. “Get it, girl!” 

Before you even realize it, you’re grinding right back onto him, rolling your hips into his. He twirls you around once more, but doesn’t allow you to face him again. Instead, he presses his front against your back and grinds against you from there. His hands grip your hips, coaxing you to wind your ass back into him. You get lost in the music and in him, feeling safe in his arms despite only knowing him for an hour or so.

“You’ve got it,” he laughs into your ear, making your inner thighs tingle. “You were so scared to do this, and now look at you. I bet every man in here is jealous that I get to be the one to dance with such a pretty thing like you.” 

Those words are what do it for you, and before you even realize it, you're looping your arms around his neck to bring him closer and turning your face to kiss him. It is a quick kiss, but it’s enough to have your heart hammering even faster and your stomach twirling. When you pull away, Sero's eyes are wide, a shocked expression on his face.

You immediately jump away and cover your mouth, horrified. “I’m so sorry!” you immediately apologize. “I-I don’t know why I…” You trail off, suddenly feeling disgusting and awful. Your confidence is gone and the effects of the alcohol are waning. "I should go,” you whisper, on the verge of tears. 

But as you turn to storm off the dance floor, Sero stops you by grabbing your wrist. “No,” he says, a silent plea in his eyes. “Don’t go.” 

Before you can even process what’s happening, one of his arms is looping around your waist while his hand gently cups your cheek. His lips are then on yours, planting one of the softest, hottest kisses you’ve ever had on you. His lips are smooth and soft, his piercings tickling your bottom lip. Your lips dance against his until you give a soft moan of longing as your arms move to wrap around him, hugging him close. Your parted lips allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of rum and mint there as his tongue gently swirls with yours. You hold each other, kissing among the sea of people. Once again, you feel as if there is no one but you, him, and the throbbing of the music above. 

Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted when the club-goers surrounding you begin to annoyingly scream and whoop over you and Sero. “Oh, shit, they 'bout to fuck on the floor!” someone obnoxiously screams over the music.

Sero pulls away from you, eyeing the faceless voice. “Let me join!” another shouts. 

“Fuck off!” Mina yells from somewhere behind you. “Leave them alone!” You’ve never been so thankful for your friends than at this moment.

Sero smirks down at you, arms still around your waist. “We’ve got ourselves an audience,” he whispers. “Not that I mind some eyes, but I’m more interested in getting you somewhere more…private.” 

His accent makes the word sound like sex to you. Even if that isn’t on the table, you’ll still go anywhere with him. “Where’d you have in mind?” you breathlessly ask.

He trails his fingers from your waist up your arms to lace through your fingers. “Well, if you want the bedroom now, I’m down for that,” he says, making your pussy quiver excitedly beneath your skirt, “but there’s also a cabana on the beach that’s screaming my name right now if you wanted a good view and some quiet.” 

‘Yes!’ your body screams. ‘Do it, bitch!’ But even you know that you can’t give it up to him that fast. All good things come to those who wait, after all. “I’d love that,” you shyly answer. “Can we finish the shots first though?”

You nod at the bar to which Sero chuckles, raising a brow at you. “If you’re dying to get beat by me at my own game, then sure.” 

********* 

The sea is by far the most especially thing you’ve ever seen. It looks even better while drunk. 

After downing two more shots and guzzling down water (and taking a trip to the bathroom beforehand), Sero swoops you away to the seashore right outside the resort where the ocean stretches out for your eyes to behold under the big, white moon that looks so much bigger in the sky tonight. It hovers over the water, making the waves crystalize like diamonds below, just as the stars in the ink-black sky do.

“Oh, wow,” you gasp, in awe at the beauty laid before you. “This is beautiful! Look at the moon and the stars!” 

You stand at the top of the sandy shore, pointing at the sky with your heels in your hands. The sea breeze wafts your hair and cools the sweat on your body from the club. You feel good away from the people and activity now, the serenity that the beach provides is too nice to put off. 

Sero is settled down beside you in one of the many cabanas lined up on the beach that are currently empty. He sits on the bed there with his shoes off and an almost-dazed look on his face as he stares at the ocean. “Look at the stars,” he softly sings. “Look how they shine for you…” His cheeks turn red as he stares up at you sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m a little drunk.” 

“Me too,” you giggle. “I need to sit down.” You put a hand to your head, feeling light and slightly dizzy from the alcohol. Sero pats the empty seat next to him, smiling up at you. “Feel free, mama. This cabana is open for two.” You flush with heat despite the coolness of the salty, sea breeze as you sit beside him, feeling flustered at being so close to him. Now you don’t have the shots or the music as buffers. There is nothing but the sea and the empty beach. 

However, the silence isn’t awkward––it’s rather peaceful and serene. You dig your toes into the sand while Sero hums to himself, digging into his pocket. He then pulls out a ziplock bag of a few pre-rolled blunts and a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?” he asks, pausing to look at you for an answer. You shake your head, giving him the green light to do his thing. You watch as he works, entranced by his veiny hands as he takes out a blunt and ignites the lighter to lit the tip of it. 

You wish his hands were working you instead. 

Still entranced by him, you watch as he wraps his lips around the blunt and takes a short tester puff before putting the lighter away. He takes a deep inhale before exhaling all of the smoke out of his mouth, a peaceful look on his face. “I love doing this on the beach,” he contently sighs. “Nothing like a view of the stars and saltwater breeze while you puff on a blunt.” He gazes at you out of the corner of his eye. “And sitting with a pretty woman.” 

“Whatever,” you tsk, gently smacking his thigh to hide the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “You’re just sayin’ that to make me feel good.” He takes another hit of his blunt, though short. “Well, yeah,” he admits, "but also ‘cause it’s true. You are pretty. Did you see the way the security guard was checkin’ you out when we left?” 

You retrace your mental steps to try to remember, but come up short. “Uh…no,” you respond, not sure if you believe him. He laughs at this, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Exactly, ‘cause you were oblivious to it, but not me. You had eyes on you like bees on honey.” He then holds the blunt between his thumb and forefinger out to you. “Want a hit? You smoke?” You look down at the blunt, slightly intimidated. Then, for some reason, the thrill of trying something new floods you. “Not really,” you admit. "But there’s a first time for everything.” 

You take the blunt between your thumb and forefinger before trying to imitate Sero’s actions. You wrap your lips around the end of the blunt and inhale only to nearly hack up a lung when the smoke invades your lungs. Sero laughs at you while patting you on the back, helping you out. “Take it easy, mama,” he chuckles. “Second time’s the charm as I say. Do it slower.” 

You do as he says and inhale the smoke much slower than before. It goes down easier the second time and you’re even able to hold it in your lungs for longer before exhaling. “Theeeere we go,” Sero praises with a laugh. “I love a girl who doesn’t quit.” 

He lets you puff on the blunt for a few minutes longer, gazing out at the starry sky and sea. He then glances at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Please tell me if this is too personal, but I’m curious about you coming here to boost your confidence. I’d think a woman as beautiful as you are would have plenty of confidence in herself.” 

You can already feel the weed beginning to work its magic. You feel relaxed and kind of sleepy, but not enough to pass out. All of the insecurities and uncertainty you felt before have washed away. You pass Sero the blunt and sit back on your hands, exposing your jiggly tummy a little more. “Well, the reason I’m here is after a hookup gone wrong where this dude told me I was too fat and left in the middle of sex with me. I was gutted by it, so when my girls told me about their trip, I took that chance and came here.” 

You inhale the sea breeze and exhale solemnly, catching Sero’s attention…not that you didn’t have it already. “Finding love when you look like me,” you confess, running a hand over your body. “Like the dating pool isn’t built for girls like me. I’ve tried dating so many times, online manly, but as soon as a guy gets a view of me from the waist down, they want nothing to do with me. If I’m not seen as some extra pushin’ for the cushion, I’m not seen at all.” 

You’re aware that you’re oversharing, but the alcohol, weed, and Sero’s warm personality have all made it where you’re like an open book now. “Not that I mind being perceived sexually,” you reiterate, “but I feel like that’s all guys see when they look at me. I’m a fetish; not a woman who is worthy of affection as well as desire. I deserve better, y’know? I’ve got a good job, a car, an apartment, a pretty face…like everything I have should be worthy to get me a good partner, right? But it’s not. All because of…of…this.” 

You grip the jiggly fat of your stomach, huffing frustratedly to yourself. “I don’t hate being in my body, but society does.” Instantly, like a slap in the face, you realize you’ve fucked up. “Sorry!” you immediately gasp. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I said way too much.” 

Sero is staring at you like he just realized you’re a person and you feel even worse. “Look, I don’t mean to pile this all on you, but you’re so easy to talk to and this weed is gettin’ to me and–“ You abruptly stop when Sero suddenly stands. He takes another puff on his blunt before dropping it into the sand and stubbing it out with his foot. 

He then proceeds to kick off his shoes and socks, strip himself of his shirt to reveal his beautiful body, and reach for his belt to loosen his pants. When his pants fall, you can’t help but admire how good he looks in his briefs. You stare at him, confused, hot, and bothered by the gorgeous view. “What are you doing?” you softly ask. 

“Let’s take a dip,” he says huskily. You stare at him, dumbfounded. Is he serious, drunk, or just high as a kite? “But…I don’t have a bathing suit.” Sero raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who said anything about that?” Now you know that this man is gone. There’s no way he is seriously considering skinny-dipping…and there’s no way that you’re actually thinking about it! He must see you fighting with yourself because he runs a comforting, soft hand down your arm, his touch making you shiver. “I’d like to see you,” he murmurs, “if that’s okay.” 

You search his face to see if he’s joking or daring you only to laugh at you when you do so, but you find no indication that he’s playing with you. There is a molten tenderness in his gaze that has you shivering in pleasure and anticipation, wondering what else he has in store for you.

So you strip. You start with your top and then your skirt, biting your lip at his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your underwear. Then you’re stripping off your bra, letting your full breasts fall from the cups and against your stomach. Sero’s eyes widen at the sight of you as if you are a piece of art he is admiring in a museum. “Hermosa (beautiful),” he whispers, completely in awe at your body.

You’ve taken enough Spanish in school to know what this word means and it lights your body on fire. He then offers his hand which you take, giggling when he pulls you along to the ocean. “Come on,” he laughs. “Vamos, before the water gets too cold!” 

You want to ask him what the fuck he means because the water is like you stepped into the damn Arctic Ocean when your semi-naked body finally makes contact with it. You gasp as the water shocks your body out of its tired state from the alcohol and weed. Sero keeps his hand in yours despite the crashing waves that roll against your bodies the further you wad into the ocean. Finally, you two settle and just let the water caress you. You sigh in contentment as you tip your head up towards the sky, admiring the stars twinkling above. 

“Nice, right?” Sero chuckles. You lazily nod, wanting to stay here forever––among the water, stars, and him. You don’t realize how close he’s gotten to you until you’re suddenly staring at his upper torso and the water beads that drip down his abs. “Can I hold you?” he gently asks. You peer up at him through your lashes, afraid to speak in fear of ruining the moment. 

You nod and he slowly wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in them. You let yourself be pulled into him, sighing when your head meets the crook of his shoulder. You embrace him back, crushing your breasts against his hard chest. There, you two stay, bobbing in the water, linked with one another. “This feels so nice,” you drunkenly confess. “Like a fairytale.” 

“I’d hope so,” he murmurs to you. “You deserve it, mami.” And you start to believe it. After a few silent seconds, he pulls away from you, his eyes as dark as the night sky. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, his gaze hopeful. “I know I didn’t ask in the club and I feel bad about that, so I wanted to ask you now and–“ 

You don’t hear the rest of what he has to say because you’re too busy planting your lips on his. This kiss is hungrier now. Your lips move against each other’s like you both are starving for one another. You can tell Sero wants the same thing you want when his hands move below your waist to squeeze your ass, the feeling making you moan into his mouth. He replies with his own moan and pulls away, his eyes glazed over with lust.

He wordlessly kneels before you in the water and takes both of your breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. “Shit,” he softly hisses to himself, amazed at the sight of your hanging fruit and brown, hardened nipples. 

You softly whimper at his calloused hands caressing your sensitive breasts causing him to move on to other matters. He leans in and latches his lips onto one of your nipples where he begins to suckle on it. You throw your head back to stare at the endless sky, your mouth open in an O as pleasured moans fall from your lips. You can’t yourself, especially when Sero begins to suckle and flick his tongue along the sensitive bud of your nipple, his hand kneading your other breast in the process. 

Then he switches, giving your other breast the same treatment. Your hands find his hair, your fingers aimlessly wandering through the black locks of his hair. You’re ruining his mullet, but he doesn’t seem to care. He is more concerned with nibbling along your nipple, making you sharply inhale before your voice chokes on a broken moan.

You can’t take this. All of this is going straight to your pussy which is now throbbing and begging for attention between your thick inner thighs. “Please, Sero!” you whine, gripping his hair. “I need you to touch me.” Understanding immediately, Sero stares up at you, looking uncertain. He then stands, his body dripping in water, making your pussy throb even more at the sight of his glistening muscles. “You sure you want this?” he asks, his voice low and hushed. 

You practically throw yourself at him, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that nearly takes his breath away. “Yes,” you plead. “Yes, Sero, please. I don’t care, just please touch me.”

You grapple for his shoulders, gripping them in desperation. You don't care how much you come off as desperate or slutty to be sleeping with a man you just met. You need this right now. And Sero is willing to give it all to you. “Okay, baby, okay,” he shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. “Let’s get us out of the water first.” He takes your hand and helps you navigate the waves as you make your way out of the water. Once you’re out and standing naked on the shore, you realize the gravity of what you just asked and initiated. Especially when Sero leads you to the cabana. Your eyes flit up to the resort yards away, realizing anyone could come out and see you two naked. “Will anyone see us?” you timidly ask.

“They may, they may not,” Sero replies, a devious smirk on his face. “If they do, they’re in for a treat watchin’ a gorgeous woman gettin’ her pussy eaten.” He then sits you down on the bed and kneels down in front of you. He gently pries your thighs open, revealing your sobbing, wet pussy. You watch his face change from playful to downright feral as he stares at your cunt. You flush at his expression, still feeling weird about this despite how hot and bothered you are. “But what if–“ 

He shushes you, leaning forward to press wet kisses along your inner thighs. “No more talkin’, mami,” he growls against your inner thighs. “I want my name on your lips if not those pretty moans I heard in the water earlier.” He continues to pepper your thighs in kisses while his hands pin your legs apart, his hold on you firm. He doesn’t want you hiding from him despite your cellulite and stretch marks, and rolls and imperfections. And it feels good. 

You don’t stop him when he dives right into your pussy, first peppering your lips and clit in open-mouthed kisses as if he’s making out with them. You can’t believe the way this man works his mouth! Especially when he starts to flick his tongue along your clit. His tongue swirls around it and flicks it gently depending on how you respond. And shit, are you responding well! Your body can't help but react pleasantly to the sensations––your toes curl; your back arches; your eyes flutter closed; your mouth falls open into an O as moans and gasps fall from your lips. 

Sero is not only good with his tongue, but also with his hands. He reaches up and plays with your titties, tweaking and pinching your nipples according to your verbal cues. “H-Harder, please!” you beg to which he pinches the hard, brown peaks a little harder, the bursts of pain making you gush all over his lips. “Fuck, Sero,” you moan. “That feels so good!” 

Sero moans approvingly into your cunt, the vibrations making your clit quiver pleasurably. “Keep feelin’ good for me then, mami,” he says in between wet flicks of his tongue on your rosebud. “Lean back and wrap your thighs around my head. I can handle it.”

He pauses to stare up into your shocked eyes, a grin on his face and a pussy-drunk look in his eyes. You’ve never had anyone ask that of you before. Plus, your thighs really are on the thicker side. What if you suffocate him? Before you can even agree or refuse, he is already pushing you back onto the bed, emitting a squeal from you. 

He stands on his knees for a moment, taking you in. His lust-blown eyes trail up and down your naked form, drinking in every part of you that you either like or dislike. Then he inhales deeply as if struggling to process the beauty in front of him. “Tu cuerpo es un país de las maravillas, mami (your body is a wonderland, mami),” he huskily says. You have no idea what to say to that. All you can do is shyly smile up at him as he smiles down at you, both of you enchanted with each other. 

Then he’s ducking back down and throwing your thighs across his shoulders with ease, wrapping your legs around his head. This gives him better access to your pussy so he can easily tongue-fuck you. As soon as you feel the wet muscle entering your wet folds and his nose brush against your clit, you are in heaven. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands find his hair, gripping the black locks as your hips begin to grind shamelessly into his face.

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He doesn’t pause or slow down. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and cry to the moon above. 

It doesn’t take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you. You can’t help it. His tongue just feels too good! Plus, the atmosphere and the whole idea of getting caught in such a risqué position turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Sero must realize you’re close because his jaw starts to move faster, accompanying his tonguefucking with porn-worthy moans of his own that nearly throw you over the edge. “Fuck, Sero!” you whine. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna cum!” 

“Mmm-hmm!” he eagerly hums into your pussy. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and proceeds to suck on your clit while his finger begins to stroke the outside of your slit, barely touching your insides. But it is enough to push you further and further down that road to orgasming all over him. His darkened eyes flick up to yours, staring you down between your thighs. “Ven por mí,” he demands. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t fuckin’ hold back a damn thing.” He grins up at you, his piercings glistening in the moonlight. “I can take it; I’m a big boy.” 

He attaches your mouth to your pussy again and runs it until you can't help but fall over that edge. “Ven por mí,” he moans into your cunt, becoming gradually louder as your moans reach higher pitches. “Ven por mí, ven por mí, ven por mí!” 

And you finally do. That tight knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over Sero's face and eager lips with a loud moan that would shatter glass. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. Your back arches and your hips wind into Sero’s face, trying to keep as much of the feeling going as possible.

When it finally fades, you’re left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so-good. Sero eagerly cleans you up, taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he runs his tongue over your sensitive, twitching pussy. Then he lifts his head up away from your thighs, giving you a peak of his chin and mouth shining in your juices. With the moon in his glazed eyes, he hums to himself. “You taste better than the rum,” he sighs. 

Something in that sentence and the way he looks at you brings something out of you––a passionate, raging fire that can only be tamed by him. Slowly, you bring yourself to sit up in front of him and grab his face to smash your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, surprised at the suddenness of it, but soon melts into it the more your lips move against his. Finally, you pull away and stare into his eyes. “I take it you liked it?” he breathlessly asks. 

“I loved it,” you purr, running your hands up and down his tatted chest. “Now I want to thank you in my way…if that’s okay with you.”

Your eyes trail down to the bulge in his briefs that has only gotten bigger. You also notice the visible wet spot soaking the fabric, meaning the guy was secreting precum when he was eating you out. The idea of this makes the fire inside of you grow. You may as well have told him you want to give him a million dollars with how fast he scrambles up on the bed, ready for whatever you want to do with him. You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before laying him down on his back. 

Keeping your eyes locked with his, you slither between his thick, muscular thighs and finally, finally, getting at those briefs. You gently pull them down, being careful to not scratch him with your nails, and gasping softly when his cock springs free from its trap. It pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny. There is nothing but smooth skin down there, Sero’s pubic hair completely shaven. He notices you looking and blushes. “I sweat a lot down there in the summertime,” he sheepishly explains. “So I shaved…it isn't weird, is it?” 

You don’t even answer him. You just wordlessly take his dick in your hand, your pussy throbbing at how heavy it feels in your palm. You feel him tense at the feeling of your soft hand on him which coaxes you to begin stroking him, just seeing how he feels. He is soft and smooth, his skin stretching back and forth along his dick as you stroke him.

You pay attention to his body language, peering up at him every so often to see how he’s responding to your touch. He lays with his hands fisting the cushions underneath him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his eyes closed. Deciding you’ve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and continue to stroke him, lubing him up.

Once his dick is shining in your spit, you attach your lips to the top half of him while your hand busies itself with the bottom half. “Fuck,” Sero sighs when your lips wrap around his shaft. “Tan apretada (so tight)…” 

You hollow your cheeks and open your throat to take him easier, realizing how big he is the moment he enters your mouth. He practically stretches your throat! How would it feel to get him inside of you? The thought makes you curious to take him deeper. After a few slow test runs where you slide your mouth up and down along his head, you begin taking him deeper. Sero’s hand moves to your head while his other arm moves behind his head, his hooded eyes gazing down at you.

“Easy, mama,” he coos. “Take your time. Don’t take any more than you think you can.” You do as he says, only taking as much as your throat will allow. You gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down along it, emitting orgasmic groans and swears in Spanish from his sinful lips. “Mierda! (Shit!)” he hisses, his hand tightening on your hair. “Lo estás haciendo tan bien…you’re doin’ so good for me, baby.” 

He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using as much of your skill as you can. This includes using your free hand to stroke his balls, tugging on them when he begs you to. You ignore the ache of your knees in the sand and the tears pricking at your eyes, no doubt fucking up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best neck of his life, hopefully causing him to nut deep down your throat. You’ll gladly take all of it. 

Soon he begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. “Still doin’ okay?” he asks, to which you nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. “God, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he whines. Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if someone came out here and saw me fuckin’ that pretty throat of yours?” 

You tilt your head up to look up at him better, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face again and again. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, only making him fuck your face harder. “You like that idea, don’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “Naughty girl. What if that someone is one of your girlfriends? What if it’s a resort worker? You wanna be seen on your knees with dick deep down your throat?” 

‘Yes,’ you think, your pussy crying beneath you. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ You want that more than anything. You don't care how slutty that makes you. You want to be his slut tonight. You want to be his everything and more, if just for one night. Before you can eagerly finish him off, he slides his wet cock out of your mouth, sighing as he does so. You look up at him, confused. Doesn’t he want to cum down your throat? 

“You can say no if you want to,” he says, his chest heaving, “but I’m gonna be real with you: I wanna fuck you. I don’t care if it’s out here or back at one of our rooms, but if I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel that pussy wrapped around me first.” His words cause your pussy to gush desperately around nothing. You’ve never wanted someone inside you more. “I want that too,” you breathlessly answer, hurriedly getting to your feet. Sero does the same, taking your hands in his. “We can go back to my room, if you want. If the girls are there, we can go to yours.” 

Sero is more than happy to agree with that judging by how his cock twitches between his thighs. 

After gathering your clothes and other items, you both hastily dress in the resort robes to avoid getting kicked out of the lobby for entering nude before hurrying to the resort and through the lobby for the elevators. You use your key card to get upstairs, giggling at Sero’s wandering hands along your hips and his lips on your neck. When you finally make it to your floor, the man carries you–carries you–to your room. When you’re finally at your door, you press a finger to your lips, signaling for his silence. You’re not sure if the girls are back yet. 

Carefully, you unlock your door with the card and open the door to find your hotel room still quiet, dark, and neatly cleaned, meaning only the floor maid was in here. You’re going to feel so bad for ruining her nice work later, but you can’t bring yourself to feel bad now.

When the door finally shuts, Sero is on you instantly, his hands ripping off your robe and his lips hastily moving against yours. You’re no better. You can't stop yourself from tossing his clothes off too, revealing his naked body and hard cock in the silver moonlight that pours through the window overlooking the resort’s pool and beach in the distance. “I need to fuck you,” he huffs against your lips, his hands squeezing your ass. “Is it okay if I do that? It’s okay to say no if you don’t–“ 

You silence him with a kiss, gently sucking on his tongue and exposing yourself for your oral fixation. “Shut up and fuck me, Sero,” you purr to him. “I want you to take me to my bed and fill my pussy up the way I know you can.” You then pluck the robe tie from the floor, dangling it in his face. “And I want you to use this on me…please?” Despite feeling emboldened to talk to him in such a demanding manner, that shyness still peeks through. 

Sero looks stunned at your naughty request before a smile creeps onto his lips. “I should’ve realized how freaky you were,” he murmurs before pressing a wet, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you think of his mouth in other places. “Let’s waste no more time then.” He takes your hand and leads you to your bed which is right across from Mina and Uraraka’s. You were so happy that your room came with separate beds since you like to sleep with your panties off. 

As soon as you plop down on the bed, Sero is hovering over you, his knees on either side of your body. He holds the rope in his hands, staring down at you questionably. With a nod and a reassuring smile, you raise your wrists towards him. Take me.

He doesn’t need any other confirmation that this is what you want. He takes your wrists and wraps them in the tie before attaching them to your headboard so your wrists dangle. “Good?” he asks. You move your wrists around, testing out the new binds. Not too tight but not too loose either.

You nod and he pecks you on the lips before prying your thighs apart. You raise your hips up to meet him, gasping when his cock begins to slide against your slit. His eyes, hooded and hazy with lust, tick up to meet yours. “You still want this?” he huskily asks. You nod, whimpering with need and already yanking helplessly on your binds. 

“No,” he firmly replies. “Don’t just nod. I need your words, mami. Tell me you want me.” He slides his cock up, nudging the head against your clit. “Tell me you want all of this dick inside of this pretty lil’ pussy.” You moan in pure desperation, going crazy with need. “Yes, I want you!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please, Sero! Please just fuck me, Papi!” 

The word slips out before you realize it, but Sero catches it immediately. You see his eyes widen an inch and then, in a flash, his entire personality shifts. As soon as he finally slides his cock head inside of you, you know that this is a different person in your bed. He is no longer the sweet, upbeat, concerned man you met earlier at the nightclub, but someone more dominant. Someone who has no problem breaking you completely and then putting you back together again. It’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Say that again,” he growls, beginning to roll his hips, sliding his cock head in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace. “Call me that again.” 

Weak moans leave your quivering lips as you struggle to stay still, afraid he’ll stop if you move. “Papi,” you whine, “please, please fuck me. I can't take much more of this. Please, please just–“ 

Your pleas are silenced when Sero slides in a little deeper, filling you up. A mutual gasp leaves your lips as your pussy walls tighten around him, keeping him nice and snug inside of you. He keeps up the slow thrusts, letting you get used to his girth. “That feel good, mami?” he huffs. “You like this?” 

As if he can’t see your eyes rolling into the back of your head and hear the moans coming out of you. “Yes, papi!” you sob. “Yes, I love it! Please go deeper!” Sero does just that, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to bump his hips against you a little faster now, never going any harder than you want him to. It is just the right speed and pressure to slide against your G-spot, causing you to cry to the ceiling. 

“Yeah,” Sero laughs, staring down at you. “You like this. You love gettin’ filled by a stranger’s dick, don’t you?” His hand finds your throat, applying a bit of pressure and emitting a gasp from you. “This was all you needed to give you that confidence boost, right? Just to get slutted out the way you need to be.” 

“Sero,” you groan, your pussy squeezing and clenching around his cock from his words. He leans down close to you, his lips nearly grazing yours as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. “But only I could’ve done this job right,” he whispers. “Only I can fuck you good like this. Right, princessa?”

His hips move faster, harder, his pelvis bumping against your throbbing clit that is close to exploding from the amount of stimulation and care it’s receiving. “Sero!” you loudly sob, gripping the tie around your wrists for dear life. Without a warning, Sero suddenly tosses your legs up to your ears so he can sink in deeper, causing you to nearly scream out as you see heaven’s light before your eyes.

“Tell me,” he grunts, his eyes posted firmly on yours. “Tell me only I can fuck you right like this. Tell me how good it feels!” Whines begin to leave his lips the more rapidly he fucks you, causing your titties to jiggle and the bed to rock. 

“So good!” you babble as your pussy squelches and clenches around him. “You’re making me feel so good, papi! I’m gonna cum soon!” You can feel your orgasm beginning to rise the more he grinds his cock into you, filling you to the brim with him. 

“Me too,” he groans. “Dios mío (my God), you just feel to fuckin’ good. And you look so pretty stretched around my dick.” He takes his hand off of your neck and strokes your cheek, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip.

“Eres tan bonita (you’re so pretty),” he murmurs, staring down at you in utter adoration. “Eres mia…you’re mine now, honey. I don’t give a fuck if it’s just for the rest of your vacation. I’ll make you mine again and again, every fuckin’ day and night, so you won’t even look at another man back at home.” 

He begins to fuck you right into the headboard where luckily you have a pillow to cushion the blows. The feeling of him hitting that spot again and again without fail is so intense that you can’t help the noises that escape you––screams, cries, and sobs of pure, molten pleasure that you know you’ll never get again. He knows it too and that’s why he begins to slow down, working his hips the way he did on that dance floor. It’s too much on your body, too much on your pussy, and you can feel yourself beginning to reach your limit. 

Sero leans down to your ear, nibbling on the flesh of your earlobe. “I want you to cum with me,” he whispers into your ear. “Cum around this dick. Cum for me, mami.” He repeats the same line in Spanish, his husky voice filling your ear as his cock kisses your G-spot and his fingers move down to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of no return. 

It doesn't take long for you to finally burst around his cock the way you want to. You cum with a long, loud moan that tears out of you as your orgasm washes over you. The moment your pussy clenches around Sero’s cock is the moment he cums too. He grips your hips and swears in Spanish before he pulls out.

It doesn't take long for him. He rapidly pumps his cock in front of your face before his nut spurts all over your body. You gasp as his moans bounce off of the walls, his cum feeling warm on your skin. When you look down, you find it the creamy substance coating your breasts, thighs, and jiggly tummy. There’s even some on your ass due to how high he has your legs up. You are completely covered in him and his scent. And you love it. 

Finally, after he feebly gropes one of your breasts and presses a kiss to your foot, Sero unties your wrists and pulls his flaccid cock out of your tender, sensitive pussy, emitting a soft, weak moan from you. Then he’s rolling off of you and plopping down beside you on your bed, exhaustion overtaking him. 

The two of you lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow and processing what just happened. You just had sex with a total stranger. You let him tie you up and fuck you. You let him see your naked body. What shocks you is though you feel stunned at the whole thing, there is no ounce of shame or embarrassment anywhere inside of you. If anything, you feel satisfied with what just transpired.

You turn to Sero, realizing he’s looking at you already, his eyes shimmering in the slant of moonlight pouring through the window. “I meant what I said, you know,” he says, sounding out of breath. You blink at him, confused. “I want to be here with you, every day and night.” A blush coats his cheeks. “I’d like to spend your vacation with you…if you wouldn’t mind.” 

You blink at him again, stunned to silence. You have to be dreaming. You just have to be. There is no way this fine-ass man that you just met and gave up your pussy to is really talking about willingly spending the rest of vacation with you. He could have anyone he wants with that face, voice, and body, but yet here he is, laying in your bed, completely pussy-whipped for you and enthralled by your body.

Suddenly, for the first time tonight, you think to yourself, ‘Maybe I am that pretty. Maybe I am that sexy bitch he sees. Maybe I am beautiful.” 

“Is that okay?” Sero timidly asks, becoming nervous. Instead of verbally answering, you lean forward and press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that draws a purr of approval out of him. You pull away, staring up into his eyes. “Sero, you’re acting like you didn’t just give me the best two orgasms of my life,” you giggle. “Why wouldn’t I want that?” 

The biggest, brightest grin stretches across Sero’s lips at your answer and he leans in to bring you into another open-mouthed kiss that has you craving more. “You know what this calls for, right?” he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips. Heat pools inside of your core as your mind goes to other places. ‘Please say more sex.’

“A smoke,” he answers, giving you a wink. Though that isn’t the answer you were hoping for, you also know that you have plenty of time to persuade him for another round tonight. He gets out of bed to get his jeans and retrieves his baggie of blunts from out of his back pocket.

Then he swiftly gets back into bed with you and prepares a blunt for you to share. He does the test smoke first and you watch, aroused and entranced, as the smoke billows from between his pink lips. He then passes it to you and laces an arm around your shoulder, watching you lazily as you puff on the blunt. The silence that surrounds you is serene and comfortable as you pass the blunt back and forth between one another. 

When you pass the blunt back to Sero after your turn, you flush with embarrassment as naughty thoughts run through your head. “You think we can try something?” you timidly ask. Sero raises a brow. “I’ve…never shotgun with anyone before,” you softly confess, catching your bottom lip between your teeth. 

Sero lets out a laugh that you weren’t expecting. “And you wanna do it with me?” he asks, his smile teasing and playful, making you flush even more. “I think I’m honored and turned on.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before passing you the blunt. “Here, you inhale first.”

You do as he says and inhale the smoke, letting it fill your lungs. He slowly leans in with his lips parted as if to kiss you, silently coaxing you to blow the smoke into his mouth in one slow, steady rhythm. You feel even more relaxed now–not just because the weed is working on you, but because you realize that Sero is a man who doesn’t judge.

He accepts every single part of you, inside and out. The thought of leaving him when vacation is over almost pains you, but you’re not going to think about that right now. Tonight and the next fun-filled days here are all that matters. 

“Feel good?” he chuckles, admiring your hooded eyes. You slowly nod, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Now it’s your turn.” He takes the blunt and puffs on it pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “Come here,” he murmurs, and you’re helpless to resist him. You lean in, but he takes you by surprise when he firmly places his hands on your hips and flips you onto him so you’re now straddling him. 

You slowly part your quivering lips for him and nearly moan when he blows the smoke into your mouth in an indirect kiss. It is just as addictive and as sexy as a direct one, but nothing beats Sero’s lips on yours. You lean in and devour his mouth, swirling your tongue around with his. He tastes like weed, mint, and rum. You find yourself nearly shoving your tongue down his throat which he groans at, his hands grabbing your ass and giving you a smack that has your pussy crying. 

When you pull away, a sheen line of saliva connects to your bottom lips. “Round two then?” he asks, staring up at you with hooded eyes.

Before you can say yes or even plant your pussy on his cock that you feel hardening beneath you, you hear the hotel door unlock. Your heart leaps as you immediately jump off of Sero and hide under the covers while he sits up, hiding you from the strangers behind the door. 

In walks Mina and Uraraka, drunk and hyped up on attraction judging by the two hot strangers trailing in behind them. One is tall, buff, and redheaded with a toothy grin and his hand in Mina’s while the other is shorter but just as fit and sexy with platinum-blonde hair and crimson eyes that you know have panties dropping. His hand is on Uraraka’s lower back, his fingers toying with the little strings keeping her dress together. 

“So this is our room,” Mina giggles, inviting the men inside. “We have three different beds, so we can–“ She stops when her eyes land on you and Sero, naked under the sheets and staring at the four like deers in headlights. Uraraka gasps, covering her mouth and going as red as a tomato. 

“Looks like your room is preoccupied right now,” the redhead chuckles, grinning at Sero. “See you finally got her, man!” The blonde rolls his eyes, his hand still on Uraraka’s backside. “It’s about fuckin’ time,” he grumbles. “He’s been eyein’ this woman down the entire night like an idiot.” 

Sero looks at Mina and Uraraka who look like they want to shoot themselves. “I see you met my friends, girls,” he chuckles. “You’ve got good taste.”

The redhead winks at him and wraps an arm around Mina's waist. “Y’know, why don’t we go back to our room? We’ve got a hot tub, a minibar, and a great view of the beach. We could give these two some much-needed privacy, too.” 

Mina quickly nods and practically pushes the three out of the room, winking at you on the way out. The door shuts behind them, leaving you two alone once more.

Sero turns to face you and slithers his hand up your thigh. “So,” he purrs, “we still on for round 2?” He could’ve asked for five rounds and you would’ve given it to them. 

The rest of the night is spent in bed, with kisses, touches, snuggling, and endless pleasure that make you want to miss your flight at the end of the week. 

THE END. 

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[morosis-haze]

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

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

Examples of challenges will be linked with each of the boys

Katsuki Bakugou

- sock challenge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Bakugou calls you a cheater and demands a rematch

Eijiro Kirishima

-trust shot challenge

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

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

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

-you tried a few times

-first two shots almost hit the cup

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

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

-he wasn’t good…

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

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

- “I got it! I got it! don’t worry!”

- uhm lies you should be worried

- he’s hitting things all over next to you

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

-next thing you know your back got hit

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

-now he hit your temple

-when he realizes he gasps all dramatic

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

-“Eijirou hand me the gun…now”

-it was time for revenge on the redhead

Hanta Sero

- lean challenge

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

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

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

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

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

-eventually you get it together

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

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

-both of you falling on the floor

-laid out giggling at the failure to complete this

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

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

Denki Kaminari

- high pour challenge

- brought it up to you

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

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

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

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

-when you first aim at his mouth you pour lightly

-“C’mon you do better than that”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[pervysenpaix]

Just thinkin’ bout Fratboy!Bakusquad and MeanRoomate!Mina corrupting poor sweet preppy reader ☹️

18+MDNI| tw! dubcon, coercion, filming, college au, aged up 🧡, reader wears glasses, reader is kinda nerdy, corruption , dacraphyllia <-did I spell that right ? Lmao

When you first moved into the dorms of Yuuei you never expected to be walking into a hell house. Your roommate was so nice and polite in the beginning—a pretty upperclassman who pretended to be all sweet and interested in front of your family but as soon as they left that went all out the window. She spent the next half hour berating you—‘making fun of your “childish” little argyle sweater & plaid skirt combo and teasing you for the thick frames that sat on the bridge of your nose, claiming that you’d probably look halfway decent if you lost them. Which seem to happen a lot. You’d wander around the dark apartment at night bumping into things because you couldn’t find your glasses ! Little did you know Mina was snickering from her place on the couch watching you bend over and search for them—the outlines of your puffy pussy made visible by the low lights of the tv. She’d definitely make fun of you for the little hearts on your panties. Quickly sliding her finger under the band and snapping it against your skin just to hear you yelp and see your eyes water. She’d call you a baby and say that you shouldn’t overreact but your cheeks weren’t the only thing getting wet. It’s always so much worse when she brings her friends over. They’re big and loud and rowdy and scary ☹️. The two blondes are the loudest, they’ll call you horrible yet confusing names like “thickums”, “pretty whore” or “chunky little bimbo”. It always made you so upset and whenever you pouted they’d pull you on their lap and grind against you urging to show them your crybaby tears. The black haired one was more relaxed but he was still just as mean. He’d down right insult you and say that you weren’t even worth his time but he’d be pinching your thighs and groping your tits. You can complain all you want about it hurting and leaving bruises but that’s just going to make him go harder. The redhead pretended to be all nice and sweet but he was by far the worst of all! He’d corner you in the kitchen whenever you were preparing snacks and press his hard body behind you, resting his head on top of yours as he watched you slice the tomatoes for the sandwiches. Your hands would be so shaky because you could feel his dick grinding against your ass, and when you finally nicked yourself he’d call you “dumb girl” and suck the blood from your finger. The only time any of them had anything nice to say to you was when Mina had you bent over on the living room floor with her fingers pressing against your sticky clit and her tongue in your ass. The boys would shower you in praises saying that you look so beautiful like this and that you were made to be their little cumdump. They’d definitely take turns ruining your sweet little cunny. A fat dick in each of your holes thrusting simultaneously while the fourth boy fucks Mina. Don’t worry they take such good care of you afterwards so you almost don’t mind it when they start teasing you again.

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[yourlovermori]

@sailewhoremoon THOUGHTS?

avatar!sero who more than doubles you in size with beautiful azure iridescencent skin — his body lean and slender, but strong with elongated limbs and a narrow waist. his hair’s abnormally short compared to other navis but frames his face perfectly. always smiling so easily throwing you his signature a lazy grin — pearly fangs on display. he’s encapsulated you with his sweet smiles and with the way that he is — warm and charming but also having his quirks, sometimes clumsy and even awkward — all of these parts of him makes up something you know as human.

but you’re reminded that he’s far from that in the way he’s dragging his teeth along your skin that’s so much more delicate and softer in comparison to his — marking you up and hand swallowing your waist. it’s almost animalistic the way he moves — trying so hard to be gentle — guiding you to mount him. the skin that hides parts of himself that you’ve yet to see — pulling back to reveal his large shaft — so pretty especially with the way the bioluminescent light hits it. globs of pre dribbling down the tip — more than certain that even a drop of it would flood your throat and fill you past the brim.

you’re even more sure that you won’t be able to take him — he’ll rip you in half without even trying —but the way he’s whispering sweet nothings to you makes you’re mind go hazy. and you’re babbling against him as he lowers you down, tip nudging your small hole that pales in comparison to his bulbous tip — slicking your cunt up and rocking you back and forth against it. you’re clutching onto him — fingers digging into the skin of his back and moaning against his sensitive ears that flicker at your high-pitched sounds — poor cunt struggling to open up for him.

and it isn’t till he has a little less than half of himself enveloped in your heat that he starts dragging your warm walls along on his length. it feels like the air ‘s been knocked out of your lungs as he moves you — mouth falling agape as his hands encircle your hips, thumbs meeting at your navel — tugging you up n plunging you back down to message his tip using you as what you know as a fleshlight up til he cums.

it spills out of you as more of it is pumped in and even though you’re as good as gone the little bit of awareness you have left has your eyes laying on him — mesmerized by how pretty he looks when he reaches his high, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear — making him shudder at the contact and giving you a small smile you don’t hesitate to mirror back.

#i look to her for approval shes the light of my life #im not even gonna lie this was SOMETHING to write good? bad? does it really matter?? 😩 #sero x black!reader #sero x reader #sero smut #sero drabble #sero imagine #bnha smut #bnha drabble #mha smut #mha drabble #avatar smut #lmao #avatar!sero

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𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾!𝖺𝗎, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝖼, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

You walked into U.A University holding your boyfriend Sero's hand. It was 10 minutes till the bell rung for first and your group was up against the lockers.

Walking up, you hear the tail-end of Denki’s convo of him telling the group how he got dumped by his date. "Aww poor Denki I'm pretty sure if you never get a girl, me and Sero will give you a pass." You winked at the flustered boy.

Sero laughed while pushing your shoulder. "Psych fool, she fucking lying." You sucked your teeth as Mina came up and gave you a hug.

"Boy don't trip. Me, (Y/n) and you almost had a whole threesome." Katsuki laughed as he dapped up Sero who's face became flushed as he laughed nervously.

"And why didn't you Pinky?" Katsuki questioned. "Cuz I like girls more duh and I told Sero I didn't wanna see his dick, so we just smoked and made out a little."

You giggled as you watched Denki whine and slid his hands down his face. "Invite us next time, well I don't know about them but I wanna come, literally." You all rolled your eyes at Denki's lame joke.

"Bro that would be manly. I would be down for a group fuck." Eijiro chimes in. You hug Sero's waist as you looked up to him. "I'm down if Sero is-" Mina cut in. "-And I'm down if (Y/n) is down."

Everyone looked to Katsuki and Sero cause they were the last ones to say anything. Sero shrugged his shoulders and Katsuki kissed his teeth. "Tch man y'all always on some dumb shit but yea count me in."

The bell ring and y'all started heading to first period until Mina pulled you along telling the boys y'all were going to the restroom. "The teacher is gonna be mad." Denki says as they paused.

"Mmcht boy... Aizawa will not care." Mina backs you up. "Like literally he'll probably still be sleep by the time we get back." She tugged your arms towards the restroom and the boys continue walking to class.

Mina pulled you in front of the stall mirror and stood by you holding your shoulders. "So what looks different today that might get your ass in trouble?"

You took a look in the mirror, raking your fingers through your straight bob and fixing the straps of your dark green dress

"Mina I don't see anything wrong with my outfit." You lifted your breasts a little and fluffed your hair a bit. "Nothing is wrong with your fit babe, look at ya fucking neck it's hella big ass hickeys and you know that nigga finna trip."

You didn't even notice, your eyes now looking at the darker spots of flesh. "You know yo brother finna start some shit if he sees it."

You groaned trying to think of something, even though it doesn't show in his face or personality sometimes, your brother loves to fight. Mina pressed your face together. "I know that you're thinking about this but the bell just rung and if we don't hurry we really might get in trouble with Aizawa."

You nodded your head and y'all left the restroom sprinting down the hallway to the classroom. You and Mina came in the door as the final bell rung just in time as Aizawa glanced at y'all.

"Good everyone is here and with that being said I have to go to the principals office now be good little shits and don't cause trouble." Aizawa sighed as he passed you and Mina closing the door.

"I'm gonna walk in front of you so he doesn't see you okay." You nodded your head as y'all made your way to Sero.

You sat on his lap as Mina sat on Katsuki's desk.

Denki was sitting in your seat talking to Jirou and Momo anyone can see you sitting on Sero, not like they cared but still, it's for the plot.

Your head was in Sero's neck as you had your arms around him he squeezed your waist slightly. "What's wrong?" He asked as Mina patted your head and whispered amongst the table. "You gave her big hickeys you bum!"

The whole table stilled until Katsuki burst out laughing which caused everyone to stare for a bit then go back to minding their own business. "Haha... That ha-... that little shit...is gonna blow his top." He said in between chuckles.

You sighed sitting up as Kiri leaned over and looked at your neck. "Damn those are huge." You groan. "He's just overprotective I'm not finna let him fight you." Sero looked at you as Katsuki came around the table.

"I didn't know I would need to fight dude." You look at him with a 'don't try it' face. "You not finna fight my brother period and he not finna touch you." Katsuki had his hand on Sero's shoulder as he leaned forward pushing your hair out the way a little and poking at the bruises.

Sero smacked his hand away fixing your hair. "He gonna go apeshit." After a few minutes it was chill Mina sat in Denki's seat, you faced her talking about anything and forgetting about the hickeys for a while.

Your brother happened to lean over, his eyes landing on you scanning your face seeing how you laughed. His eyes also happened to trail down and see your neck, eyes bulging as he sees the markings.

He stood up excusing himself from his friends and walking towards you with hidden intent. Mina just so happened to look up at that time to and point it out. "Omg yo brother coming."

That stiffened the table. Sero pulled you back into him and slung his arm around your shoulders covering your neck.

"Yo can I speak to my sister for a sec?" He smiled slightly his head tilted as he held his hands behind his back. "Wassup?" You feigned innocence.

"Y/n I'm not playing withchu right now let's step out and talk." You rolled your eyes and groaned. "Wassup Izuku?" Sero asked.

Izuku glanced at Sero then back to you. "I'm not talking to you Sero I'm talking to my sister, now y/n you finna make me upset. Get up." You removed Sero's arm and stood up.

"What Izaiah?" You sarcastically rolled your eyes again crossing your arms. "Little girl do not play me right now." You groaned. "Boy whatchu talkin bout?"

He poked your neck repeatedly. "I'm talkin' bout this shit y/n." "Boy it's not even that serious for you to even be actin' like this." Sero pipes up. "Truly. It's not even that big a deal."

Izuku looks to Sero and pushed you out of the way. "Run me my one." Bakugo and Kiri get up quietly in case anything were to pop off. Sero looks up at him and chuckles. "What?"

Izuku hit his fist against his palm. "Run. Me. My. One. I know you not deaf nigga. Wassup." Sero waved him off. "I'm not fighting you dawg." "Nah cuz, you must want to, talkin out yo neck like that."

You stood back in front of him and Mina came by your side. "You not finna fight him Izaiah." "Yeah babe he said he don't wanna fight you."

Izuku looked down at you. "Y/n let's talk outside right now." He grabbed your hand leading you out the classroom. Bakugo followed, telling Mina and Kiri to stay with Sero.

"Imma tell Mama that you got hickeys from that dirty ass little boy." Izuku proclaimed. "And I'm gon' tell Mommy that you overreacting and tryna fight people." Bakugo laughed at y'all bickering.

"Auntie’s finna be mad at both of y'all then, how bout y'all just don't say shit?" Katsuki proposed then pointed to you then Izuku. "You cover that shit up, you pipe down, and we'll talk this shit out, all of us. We can be civil, right nerd?"

"Tch man, fuck allat shit, yeah I can be civil." Izuku mumbled. "Come on let's go back in." You sighed walking back into the class the boys following behind.

Walking towards the table you sat on Sero's lap, Izuku rolled his eyes sucking his teeth as he sat in Bakugo's chair. He crossed his arms getting to the point. "I don't like that my sister got hickeys on her fucking neck period."

"I don't like that you tryna fight me over some shit like this." Sero shot back. "But how bout we let this beefin' shit go. It ain't that serious. How many girls do you give hickeys to?"

Izuku stayed silent. "Exactly broccoli headed ass nigga." You countered causing him to roll his eyes. "I'm cool let's go to my house and roll one. Get over this shit?" Sero suggested.

"Ight I'm good." Izuku agreed dapping Sero. The atmosphere was calm now and everyone was chilling waiting for school to be over to go to Seros'.

{ 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒 : 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝖾𝗉. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #x black fem reader #black yn #sero x black!reader #sero mha #mina and deku will always be black🙌🏾 to me #deku would be the little brother but he’ll act like he run shit 🙄 like lil siblings do ig #i hc that mina calls ppl babe baby etc platonically like she can’t shut it off #my deku get rowdy 🤭 we all know he be ready to fight just like bakugo crazy ass

[solaarbeeam]

sero! who’s got a thing for darkskins and brownskins

sero! who loves to dance to music whenever y’all like

sero! who is literally the personification of “back that azz up”

sero! who stopped smoking/did it a lot less just because you were concerned about him and his health

prohero sero! who’s got no problem droppin a couple racks for his baby

prohero sero! who got no issues with a nigga that wanna start attacking his baby like that

prohero sero! who knows that you can handle your business and will sit back and watch as you completely humiliate anyone that wants to even TRY to fuck you up

prohero sero! who will comfort you over insecurities all the time

prohero sero! who isn’t one of them niggas who gon get all presses about you lookin cute, he just gon comment and ignore because they lookin, he touchin

copyrighted ayojordanstopscreaming 2023.

#[ bandana ! ] #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero x black!reader #sero x black reader #hanta sero x black reader #sero hanta x black reader #anime x poc!reader #mha x poc!reader #black reader

[cosmiles]

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

➢ late night confessions with sero

note: i was finna make this a time stamp but...

characters: sero

content: fluff, mutual pinning, confessions, the "L" word

words: 0.3k

Sero would consider himself a very calm rational person. He was always known as the calm before the storm, otherwise known as the Bakusquad. Though he did dabble into some of their crazy schemes now and then, Sero was the one to keep the group level-headed and grounded. All around, being in Sero’s presence was a peaceful, tranquil-like experience.

Except for right now, where you both stared at each other, wide-eyed and mouths gaping. The once loud, boisterous room fill with inside jokes and laughter had now halted to an unexpected quietness. 

“Repeat what you said for me one more time?” You question, unsure if those special three words had originated from Sero’s mouth. This night had been too good to be true, maybe the sudden lateness had warped your mind?

You watched as Sero opened and closed his mouth, his eyes darting around seeming as if they rather be anywhere but here. He had a puzzled expression on his face and his usual calm, warm eyes were replaced with a frantic, fearful stare. If you did hear what you thought you heard, did he regret it? Finally, he spoke. 

“I- I said I love you and- and not in a friendly, platonic way.” 

I love you. The three words you had always dreamed of hearing. Your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. I love you. The three words that you longed for Sero to say to you. And now, he had. I love you. The three words Sero hoped you would say back to him.

“I love you too.” Four words. Four words were quite alright to him. 

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

➢ taglist: 🫧

@megurulvr

#.angiewrites #i will always think this fic is so so cute #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x poc!reader #my hero academia x black!reader #mha #mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #mha x black!reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black!reader #hanta sero #sero x reader #sero x poc!reader #sero x black!reader #hanta x reader #hanta x poc!reader #hanta x black!reader

[liyawritesss]

Eu tenho um pedido muito fofo sobre Mha Que tal um Bakusquad (ou apenas Sero Hanta) xs/o fem com um cabelo comprido como Rose Quartz? e até a perculiaridade é fusão!! (´。✪ω✪。)

ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡ/ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏɴɢ, ᴠᴏʟᴜᴘᴛᴜᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ

Characters: Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: How would some members of the BakuSquad react to your voluminous hair?

Warnings: none

A/N: The translation of this request which the requestor so graciously clarified is basically how would the members of the bakusquad react to reader having very long and thick hair like that of Rose Quartz from Steven Universe. Hopefully this clears things up a bit!!

Ashido Mina

Mina absolutely adores it. At first she genuinely thought it was a wig, or at least it had something to do with your quirk, but after learning that it was indeed all you, she turns sheepish, not very proud of her previous behavior regarding the matter.

If anything she might ask for your help in taking care of her own curls - she sees how healthy and shiny your hair is and she absolutely has to know your secrets!

You’ll have braiding sessions - your hair is perfect for her to practice boxbraids and other styles on - and wash days in the dorms are now even more hectic, because Denki can’t keep his curious self away from your products and suddenly you're down a bottle of shampoo and Denki’s laughing in the corner thinking shit’s funny.

Sero Hanta

Hanta, like Mina, originally thought it was a wig of sorts, or was somehow related to a quirk you had, so he wasn't all that impressed. But when he learns that it's all your hair, he becomes overly intrigued by it.

He's constantly asking questions about how you'd get it to such a length, how come it's so volumes, can you actually use it during battle in pair with your quirk? Very curious boy. Also, with your permission, likes to compare the difference in texture between your hair and his.

If he begs enough you'll probably teach him how to braid with your hair. Although he doesn't do a variety of styles, he does like to do the various little braids here and there, and he also likes to add on beads to them. The little sounds they make when clicking together when you walk brings a smile to him cuz yeah, he did that!!

Kaminari Denki

Denki's fascination with your hair is….very childlike. As in, he won't stop touching it, gawking at it, if he could the boy would stuff his face in the voluptuous curls just to get a feel for them. When denki's intrigued, he knows no boundaries

Though you did have to tell him good time to stop touching your hair without permission (and the way you did it kind of scared him into asking a little too much sometimes). So he'll randomly in class just lean in to your ear and ask if he can touch your hair

His fixation with your hair is the same as his fixation with Ojiro's tail. It keeps him grounded and focused when paying attention to material being taught in class. It's also just a stimulation thing for him to channel out his unknown bolts of energy.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

#black reader #black tumblr #black academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha x black!reader #mha x black reader #ashido mina #mina ashido #mina x reader #mina x black!reader #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero x reader #sero x black!reader #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x black reader #bakusquad #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad x black!reader

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001

It's time for a cozy night in, just you and Sero.

It'll be perfect...

right?

The late-Spring rain is tapping against the window. You're chilling, idly finishing off a personality quiz on your phone while you wait for Sero to finish cooking. You finished the quiz and looked at your results

‘At first glance, you appear distinctly average, as if you're the same as everyone else, but when people start to peel back your layers, they see your true, beautiful, complicated self. There will come a time soon when you need to be more decisive and bold. Don't be afraid to embrace the extremes in life, otherwise, you could miss out on some really good times!

Although we should try to stay true to ourselves, life events can sometimes force us to rethink who we are or who we went to be...

New experiences can test who you are and who you want to be. Make sure to keep your mind open to change... you can always surprise yourself’

Sero’s voice snaps your focus away from your phone. “Dinner, coming up!” “I can’t wait” You put your phone down and carry on listening to the rain. A thunderclap echoes around the room. The forecaster said this was going to be the wettest summer on record, and it's proving him right. You think for just a moment about last summer when rain was a distant memory. Sero walked in carrying two plates of food.

“What's that amazing smell you ask? Just some delicious ramen” “Thanks babe it looks delicious” You smile at him. He leans in with his lips pursed. You slip your hand in behind Sero’s neck and pull him in towards you. Your lips lock. You feel his tongue against your own.

There’s a clinking sound as Sero drops the plates down onto the table,freeing up his hands which make their way across your lower back. Eventually,the two of your pull away. “Food’s getting cold” “Seems pretty hot to me” Another thunderclap makes the two of you jump. “Wow it’s coming down hard out there, We should really look at booking a holiday or something soon” “Yeah somewhere hot and sunny” “I can’t even remember what if feels like to have the sun on my skin” A familiar voice interrupts the two of you. Your both turn to the TV. It’s showing a trailer for a brand new series called Love Space.

The two of you take a seat and tuck into the meal. You smile sweetly at Sero, He smiles back at you. “So I was wondering if you’d like to y’know do that thing tonight? “The Money Penny?” “Ooh… I can’t” “Oh why not?” “I’ve got a thing going on” “What?” “A FuryStone tournament” “Nevermind there’s no point” You looked down needing stirring the noodles around. “Wait is there something wrong?” “Can’t you skip the FuryStone tonight?” You finally looked into eyes after contemplating whether you should’ve asked the question. “But it’s ranked!” You set the chopsticks down and sighed “I get that, but you're always been doing something. If it isn't studying it's networking or playing FuryStone” “It's like you have no focus left for me” You looked down trying to hide the tears that were running down your face. You finally had the opportunity to express how you've felt these past weeks but you had a feeling how this might end

“We’re constantly having these pointless arguments!”

This time the argument refuse to blow over.

“I need to clear my head..” A frown was etched on Sero’s face as he refused to meets your eyes so he wouldn't run into your arms. “I'm going to stay somewhere else tonight, I might be there for a while”

The door slam echoes around your apartment

Hours go by. You stare at your phone's screen waiting for Sero’s call, wondering if you would pick up. But he never calls. Then before you know it, weeks have gone by. Neither of you has had a chance to clear the air. Then, Mina sends a message to the group chat.

Mina❤️: Hey babes me and Ei have something planned to make sure you're seated for this amazing news. We rented a private yacht to cruise around the Spanish coast on!

Ei: Sort of like a reunion for us UA kids

The invitation appears in your inbox. Mina and Eijiro found a week when everyone is free. And now it's time. Everyone's going to be there. Everyone.

Hopefully this holiday we can clear things up. And so with that, you started to pack.

#romance #angst #sero x black!reader #sero hanta #sero x y/n #bnha sero #sero x you #sero x reader #x black fem reader #hellokittyaddicts #spotify #𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰'

[kinq-sleazee]

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.

♔♕♚♛

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.

#sero hanta #hanta sero #hanta sero x you #mha smut #mha sero #mermay #mha x reader #mha x black reader #sero x black!reader

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DRABBLE: SUNDRESS SEASON (MHA) (for Black!Fem!Readers) (18+)

Writer's Note: I had this idea after seeing so many hot girls in their sundresses this season (including me). Enjoy! -Jazz

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PRO!KIRI - Kirishima has always been a gentleman.

He respects every woman walking the earth and always keeps in mind that they are people, unlike some other men who treat the opposite sex like walking, talking sex toys. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to look. After all, he is a man. 

And when sundress season comes, he is completely in his element. He thinks that every woman is beautiful in their own way, so to see them walking about in their cute little sundresses, enjoying the warm weather, fills him with joy just as it makes him hard. It’s hard not to pay attention to the legs, titties, and ass bouncing in those thin pieces of fabric. 

So when he first saw you in yours, you’d better believe he was dumbfounded. It was one warm night at a rooftop party his longtime mentor Fatgum was throwing for his birthday. There was good music, good company, and, of course, all kinds of good food and delectable desserts. Kiri had just gotten off the dance floor to get himself another one of those fruity, tropical cocktails that Fatgum whipped up, not realizing that your hand was reaching for the same glass. 

“O-oh, sorry!” you apologized. “I didn’t see you there.” But Kiri waved you off, laughing. “No, it’s fine! I wasn’t paying attention to…”

His words died in his throat when he finally got a good look at you. It was impossible not to eye you up and down. The bright yellow sundress you wore just hugged your body so right. The hem of it flowed elegantly down your gorgeous legs, stopping right at your knees and letting his mind run wild at the thought of your thighs underneath. 

You paired the dress so well with your matching sandals that barely made you any taller than him and your hair piled up in braids at the top of your head. Your choice of hairdo seemed to accentuate your face, increasing your beauty even more. The spaghetti straps to your dress led his eyes toward your neck and collarbone right down to the curve of your breasts. He thought about sticking his face in them pulling the straps down so he could expose your pretty, brown nipples to him and– 

“Uh…are you okay?” you asked, looking concerned. Kiri, realizing he was standing there for the past few seconds with his mouth open, quickly recovers by clearing his throat.

‘Just play it cool, Eijiro. Just play it cool.’ “Yeah!” he laughs a little too loudly. “Why do you ask?” 

“You just seemed kinda hot,” you giggled but then realized the connotation behind your reply. Your pretty, brown eyes widened, horrified. “I-I meant warm,” you quickly correct yourself. “It’s kinda warm up here and you’re wearin’ that button-down, so…” You awkwardly trailed off, realizing you were rambling, and began fidgeting with the strap of your crossbody bag. 

As if you couldn’t get any cuter to Kiri! He practically fell right there for you. He chortled at your awkwardness, unable to stop himself. He was so sure you’d be so stuck up with how fine you were. Did you know how fine you were? 

“You should take that,” you said, nodding at the cocktail. “It’s good but I’ve already had about two.” But he shook his head. “Absolutely not! I’m not takin’ a drink from a pretty lady. That’d be totally unmanly of me.” You quirked a bashful smile at his compliment, making him want to bend you over the damn snack table and lift your dress up. 

“It’s fine, really!” you laughed. “You got here first anyway.” But Kiri stood ten toes on his decision, even crossing his arms over his broad chest covered by the red fabric of his button-down. “I’m not takin’ no for an answer,” he said in a mockingly serious tone. “Take it, miss.” 

“It’s Y/N,” you said with a gorgeous smile lighting up your face. “No formalities, please. You’ll make me feel weird.” Kiri felt his heart flutter at your personality. “Y/N, then. I’m Eijiro but my friends call me Kiri.” He stuck his hand out for yours and you shook on your introduction. Your hand was so soft and so much smaller than his, the hot pink nail polish adorning your nails making your skin and yellow dress pop. 

“Well, it seems we’re at a crossroads here, Kiri,” you sighed, putting your hands on your hips. “We’ll be here arguin’ over this drink all night if neither one of us decides to take it.” 

Standing with you under the tiki lights hanging above the snack table as the music shifted to a 90s jam that he adored, Kiri got the best idea he’s ever gotten in his life.

“Well, I’ve got an answer to that,” he hummed, taking the glass from the table. “We can share the drink but only if you agree to dance with me.” He was acting cool but really, the man was shitting bricks anticipating your answer. 

However, the big, bright smile that grew on your pretty face gave him all the answers he needed. “I think I can agree to that,” you giggled. You took his hand in yours, making his heart thumb, and walked him over to the dance floor with the drink in tow. 

You danced the whole night away with him, ending up pressed against him and giving him a raging hard-on, and with your number in his phone by the end of the night.

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PRO!BAKUGOU - Sundress season?

Da fuck was that? Katsuki had no idea and had no time to know because of his very busy schedule as a pro hero. Meetings; patrols; missions; filming photoshoots and commercials for brand deals, etc. He was a very busy man. 

This also meant he had no time for dating. He didn’t see the need for it anyway. He had enough trouble caring for himself, so now he had to care for somebody else? Plus, constantly shuttling out money for dates, birthdays, and holidays in fear of losing that someone would become too much of a hassle. That’s why he always settled on hookups. 

Bakugou loved himself a good hookup if not a one-night stand. No romance; no strings; no feelings attached. Just sex. It wasn’t hard for him to pick someone up from a bar or a club due to his status as a pro and celebrity.

Not to mention his looks. He barely had to flirt with a woman and they were ready to drop their panties for him. He’d admit, it stroked his ego heavily. And when he first laid eyes on you, he would admit that he had every intention of getting you in his bed. 

He was in the club one hot Friday night. His friends had dragged him out for a night out dancing and drinking even though he wanted to stay home. “You always stay home unless it’s for business!” Mina had complained. “C’mon, ‘Suki! Have some fun with us!” And after being coaxed by his friends’ constant pleas and endless shots on Denki’s tab, he went. 

After seeing you, he was glad he did. He sat at the bar with a whiskey smash when his eyes laid on you strutting into the place in the damnest sundress he’s ever seen. It was sleek and red, filling out your curves in the best possible way, making you look like a modern Jessica Rabbit. You were with your friends and immediately headed to the dance floor, laughing as you did. He watched as you moved to the music, his eyes drinking in the way your hips swayed and your ass bounced beneath the thin fabric of the dress. 

Instantly, he felt himself getting hard at the sight of you, picturing himself hiking up that dress, bending you over his bed, and watching that ass bounce against his cock. He turned away from you to think of a way to approach you. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt your time with your crew and cause a fight. 

But while he was thinking of a good way to catch you off guard, you had beaten him to it. You were suddenly sitting beside him and asking him, “Is this seat taken?” He nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked and saw you standing there up close, in the flesh. You looked so damn good! You smelled even better–like the sweetest candy. 

Wordlessly, he nodded, afraid of fucking this up. You gave him a thankful smile and took a seat on the stool next to him. Your knee slightly brushed against his, sending his dick into a frenzy. Not to mention his heart.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ he thought. He never had a woman make him feel this weird. He couldn’t even speak to you. “Bartender!” you shouted, waving him down. “A fuzzy navel for me, please!” 

After you ordered, there was a lull between you that was filled by the music blasting from above. Bakugou still felt nervous and didn’t know what to say to you. Your perfume and closeness were bothering him. ‘Just talk to her, idiot!’ he criticized himself. ‘You’ve spit game to plenty of girls before. What’s the difference here?’ 

He got his answer when you suddenly turned to him out of the blue and spoke. “So are you gonna say anything or just act like I’m not here?” you asked, a giggle in your voice. “I mean, you’ve been starin’ at me since I walked in.”

Confident. You were the definition of it. 

He turned to stare at you, trying to hide his shock. “What?” he dumbly asked in his raspy voice.

You barely batted an eye at him as you cocked your head to the side. “You think I didn’t see you over here starin’ me down?” you giggled. “I thought you’d come over and talk to me but you never did. What? Am I not pretty enough for Dynamight?” 

Though it was a joke, Bakugou took it very seriously and felt stupid for not approaching you sooner. Though your boldness leaves him dumbfounded, a woman as confident and sure of herself as you should never feel that you’re not the finest thing in here. But he didn’t get serious. He decided to play into your game.

“So you were watchin’ me watch you?” he asked, turning to fully face you. As he did, his thigh brushed against yours. “Why didn’t you come over first?” 

He saw your smile fade a bit at being caught. Shy looked good on you too. “Guess I didn’t want you to see me as someone tryna hit,” you sheepishly chuckled, tapping your nails against the bar. 

“So you don’t?” he asked, giving you a crooked smirk. He then saw a twinkle appear in your eye, bashful yet bold. “Maybe,” you replied with a passive shrug. “Maybe we could find out over a drink?” Your other hand glided down your lap to smoothen out your dress, brushing against Bakugou’s hand that was placed on his knee. 

As his heart lept with glee, Bakugou smirked happily and nodded at the bartender. “Put her drink on me!” he hollered before his attention was on you for the rest of the night…including in the bedroom as a nightcap when your sundress ended up on his bedroom floor. 

He’d never been so overjoyed to have a woman’s number in his phone until he got yours.

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PRO!KAMINARI  - Denki fucking lived for this time of year: nothing but legs and ass as far as the eye could see. Especially on his block. 

He lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Nothing but dog walkers, joggers, ice cream trucks, and kids’ screams filling the air from the park up the street. No crime, no bullshit, and certainly no villains. It was the perfect place for the girls to walk about and not worry about shit…well, except for Denki being a perv from his balcony. 

He just couldn’t help it! These girls should’ve known better than to be so damn pretty and sexy, especially in warm weather. They were just asking for Denki to ogle at them during patrols and flirt with them on his breaks. He wouldn’t have minded having someone he could ogle and flirt with all the time in her little sundress. Not to mention hug and squeeze and grope and f– 

Ding-dong!

Denki was startled on his balcony and scowled at his door. Who the hell was ringing his doorbell in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday and his day off? “Hold up!” he shouted before hurrying back into his apartment, shirtless and in his Nike shorts. He didn’t have time to put on a shirt.

“It better not be a damn solicitor,” he growled, reaching for the door. “I already told you people–” 

He opened the door, not expecting to see you in the thinnest little dress he’s ever seen on a girl. It was pink, the color of bubblegum, and brought out your glowing skin that Denki pictured himself kissing and touching for hours. It stopped right at your thighs, giving him a peek at the delectable flesh, and the spaghetti straps allowed him to drink in your collarbone and shoulder blades. Goddamn, you were fine! 

He was so enthralled by you that he barely noticed the suitcase you held. “Um…hi,” you awkwardly said. “Sorry. Is this 56J?”

Denki blinked at you, almost not hearing a word you said because he was too busy picturing himself fucking you against the wall. He shook his head, blushing wildly. “Uh, no,” he replied. “This is 56G.” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. “Fuck!” you hissed. “I’m so sorry. I just moved in this morning and the stupid guy at the front desk gave me the information for the wrong floor.” Your eyes flickered down to Denki’s naked torso before looking away, appearing nervous. 

Denki leaned against the wall with a smirk, fully aware that you were eyeing him down and it made him feel better about checking you out earlier.

“You just moved in?” he asked curiously. “Well, that explains why I haven’t seen you around here before.” He put his hand out for yours. “I’m Denki Kaminari.” 

“I know,” you giggled, shaking his head. “You’re pro hero Chargebolt. I’ve heard a lot about you.” When your hands left each other’s, you nervously nibbled on your bottom lip. Denki pictured himself doing that. “Well, lemme not take up more of your time. I need to hurry before the moving truck gets here.” 

You began to leave but Denki stopped you. “You need any help?” he asked. “I mean, you got any boxes you need carryin’ or furniture you need movin’? I can handle some hard labor.” He flexed one of his arms, earning a smile. 

“You sure?” you asked, sounding unsure. “I have some probably already set outside my apartment door but the Uhaul guys are bringin’ the rest later.”

Denki nodded, already settling. “It’s no problem,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you ruinin’ that pretty dress you’ve got on.” He gave you a flirty smile that earned him a shy one on your pouty, soft lips. 

“Well…if you’re sure,” you laughed. “How can I repay you, Denki?” Your name sounded like music on your lips. He tapped a finger against his chin, making a show of thinking it over. “I know a good ramen place near here. I’d be happy with you joinin’ me for dinner as payment.”

He gave you a flirtatious wink, hoping that would work. Surprisingly, it did. You gave him a smirk that had him wanting to lift up your dress and eat you out right there in the hallway. “You caught me on a good day,” you giggled. “Fine then…but for that, you’ll have to carry the boxes.” 

“You got it!” he practically cheered. “Just give me a minute and I’ll be right up.”

You nodded and strutted off while he hurried to get dressed, whistling happily to himself as he did, his mind filled with nothing but your body, face, and the way that pretty pink dress brought out your skin.

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PRO!HANTA - Sero loves whatever you put on but there is something about how you looked in a sundress that just makes him so fucking ready for you. 

If you happen to be wearing one of those colorful little numbers that clung to your ass and were loose at the bottom when you were together, he is touching on you. No matter where you are: the movie theatre; a public restaurant; a park; at home chilling on the couch. He doesn't care who was around and who happened to see him. His hand is either on that ass or on your thighs, squeezing the flesh to his delight. 

You can blame yourself for his behavior. You should know better than to wear that shit around him. You should’ve known damn well than to have chosen a sundress as an outfit for Deku’s birthday party. You had shown him while he was busy ironing his shirt for the occasion. “Baby!” you called from down the hall. 

“Yeah?” he hollered back, concerned with ironing out his polo. He had about an hour until the party started but you were going early to help set up decorations. “I want your opinion on my outfit,” you said, already coming down the hall. “I bought it last week but I’m not sure if I look good.” 

Sero smiled to himself, already picturing you looking like a snack. You always did to him. “I’ll be the judge of that, mama,” he chuckled, stepping away from the ironing board after putting the iron up. “So let’s see what you…” His words die in his throat when he turns towards the door and sees you standing in the doorway. 

The sundress you picked out for Deku’s party is like a wet dream to Sero. The flowing hem of the dress stops at the tops of your knees, exposing your gorgeous legs that are shiny with coconut oil that tickles Sero’s nostrils. The dress is the color of the ripest tangerine, making your skin and the brown of your eyes pop as well as the pink polish on your fingers and cute little toes in your wedges.

You paired the outfit with gold jewelry, just enough to not make you look naked, and your braids are styled down across your back. Sero’s eyes immediately fall to your chest, noticing the push-up bra you’re wearing that makes your breasts look extra plump and appetizing. He can only imagine how you look around the back. 

You fiddled with the hem of your dress, appearing nervous. “I got it from Macy’s when I was out with Mina and Uraraka,” you nervously explained. “They made me buy it thinkin’ it was my color. I think it’s too short though. It’s way shorter than my other dresses.” 

You pulled at the hem but it didn’t do much to cover the slip of thigh Sero kept catching. It wasn’t enough to be inappropriate but it was enough to make his cock stir in his dress slacks. “Does it look okay?” you timidly asked as if afraid to know the answer. 

Sero’s brain was shortcircuiting. His thought process wasn’t working properly. He was too gone in the thoughts of you on the bed, your dress hiked up and his cock plunged deep in your sobbing, wet pussy, his fingers working at your clit and telling you how pretty you are. He pictured himself whisking you away from the party, taking you somewhere private–maybe an empty bathroom or a broom closet–, fucking you silly, and cumming deep inside of you so you were forced to walk around with his nut dripping down your thighs in your little sundress. 

He must’ve been staring for too long because you pulled a face at him, alarmed and confused.  “Uh…Sero?” you questioned, confused at his silence. “Are you okay?” 

He blinked, abruptly closing his mouth and clearing his throat. “Sorry, I just pictured some naughty shit just now,” he chuckled, running a hand down his face. “The girls must really want you to get fucked tonight. By me, that is.” 

Your confused expression softened, replaced with one of joy. “So I take it you like it?” you giggled. 

Sero walked over to you, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer. He slid his hands down your hips, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Like it?” he scoffed. “Baby, I love it. Look at you! C’mere; over here by the mirror.” 

He practically draghed you over to the mirror in front of your walk-in closet and stood you right in front of it. He stood behind you, hands on your hips and his lips caressing the sensitive parts of your neck. 

“Look at how pretty you look,” he cooed into your neck. “I’m almost afraid to take you out of the house.” One of his hands snaked down to teasingly slide underneath your dress and caress your thigh. 

You giggled, winding an arm around his head to pull him closer. “Stop,” you laughed. “I don’t know…it still seems kinda short, don’t you think?” You still wore that uncertain expression on your face, your pouty lips pursed and your eyes nervous. 

Sero’s hand squeezed your ass, making you gasp. “It ain’t short enough,” he softly growled. He laughed when you began to smack him on his chest. “Alright, alright! Just don’t bend over too much…” He slowly moved your dress up on your thighs, revealing the cute little panties you wore underneath that made your ass look immaculate. “Or else every guy at the party will get an eyeful of what’s mine.” 

His fingers slid between your inner thighs and he groaned at how warm they felt squeezing against his hand. “And I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout your ass, baby,” he murmured into your hair as his hand began to work against your panty-covered pussy. Your sweet moans began to fill the air, your knees buckling slightly and your hand gripping his hair. 

“But if you’re still unsure, you want me to show you how amazing you look, mama?” He turned you around and pressed a wet, passionate kiss to your lips, leading to a hot makeout session that had his cock growing in his pants. You didn’t stop him when his hands looped through the waistband of your panties ut you didn’t sound happy about it either. “Sero,” you mewled. “W-We can’t. We have to leave in an hour to help with the party.” 

Sero gave you a wolfish grin as he slid your panties down your naked thighs, leaving you underwearless in your sundress. That only made him harder. “I’ll be quick,” he chuckled, leading you over to the bed. “And even if I’m not, they can handle the decorations, can’t they?” 

You didn’t protest or respond but the spank he gave you that echoed against the bedroom walls emitted a soft, needy moan from your lips. Sero grinned, standing behind you and already thinking of a good excuse to tell Deku that didn’t involve fucking you out of your clothes.

“Now shut the fuck up and bend over,” he demanded, and like a good girl, you did. 

Y’all did leave the apartment in an hour, by the way.

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[7inaa]

Boyf!sero // Boyf! Draken loves when you get new tooth gems every few months, he’s always like “smile for me baby” and geeks out at how pretty his baby is when you come back from the appointment into his black Mercedes’

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[pervysenpaix]

Crazy in Love - H. Sero

i- i literally have no words. I apologize in advance. I honestly don't feel like i'm to blame here--blame @chaichaiiskai for this sinful piece

18+ | MDNI tw! aged up, 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.

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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