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I drew this and I wanted to share because 1. I never see any Sero love and I love him and 2. He was lowkey looking pretty fine so I wanted to share it with other Sero lovers 🥹
I'm proud of it, and while I know there are so many amazing artists on this platform better than me, I hope you guys like it 🫶
thinking about this face card rn..
! ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 plug sero x black fem reader ⋆˚꩜｡
synopsis: uh oh, you bought a cart from plug sero but forgot your wallet!! However are you gonna pay? 🫣
Exactly fifteen minutes later, you slipped out the front door of your apartment building, hoodie pulled over your head as the evening breeze brushed against your skin.
Across the nearly empty parking lot sat a matte black hellcat with its headlights off.
You recognized it instantly, obviously. Who could miss it.
Sero was lounging in the driver's seat with one arm hanging out of the open window, lazily scrolling on his phone. Music played quietly through the speakers, just loud enough to hear the bass from a few parking spaces away.
He looked up the moment he heard your footsteps.
A grin spread across his face.
"Took you long enough."
"I was literally on time." You fired back.
"Barely."
You walked up to the driver's side window and rested your forearms on the door.
"You got it?"
Sero reached over to the passenger seat, grabbing a small paper bag before holding it up with a smirk.
"You think I'd show up with nothing?"
"I think you just want to see me sometimes."
"Is that why you keep texting me?"
You laughed, shaking your head.
"How much?"
"Thirty."
You reached into the pocket of your jacket.
Then the other one.
Your smile faded instantly.
"..."
Sero watched the confidence slowly leave your face.
"...What's with the face?"
You checked your back pockets.
Nothing.
Your purse.
Nothing.
"...You've gotta be kidding me."
"What?"
"I..." you let out a groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. "I left my wallet in my apartment."
Sero raised an eyebrow.
"No Apple Pay?"
"My phones dead."
Another beat of silence.
You looked at him with an apologetic smile.
"I swear I'm not trying to scam you."
He chuckled, leaning back in his seat.
"I know."
"I can run upstairs really quick!"
"Nah."
"I'll be two minutes."
He tilted his head, pretending to think it over.
"...Or."
You narrowed your eyes immediately.
"...Or?"
A slow grin spread across his face.
"I've got another payment method in mind."
You crossed your arms.
"This should be good."
He clicked the car off. The hum of the engine died. He reached for the seatbelt, releasing it with a soft click.
"Get in."
He didn't wait for a response. Just reached over and pulled the passenger door open from inside, leaving it hanging.
"Jeez, okay." You said as you climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door.
"I'll give you the cart now..."
He handed you the bag.
"And in return..."
He pointed at you.
"Let me taste you."
You blinked, and let out a small huff before answering, "...Excuse me?"
"You heard me mami, let me taste you, and I'll forget about the money."
"Do you mean like... a kiss... or..." you quietly muttered, avoiding his sharp gaze.
He exhaled hard. Slow. Like he was counting to ten before doing something incredibly stupid. His hand on the headrest shifted, fingers brushing against your hair but not quite touching. Not yet, at least.
"Oral. Your lips. Your pussy."
"Sero... I'm like.. so confused." you couldn't help but fidget with your skirt, literally looking anywhere but his face.
He watched the panic flush your cheeks, the way your pretty curls bounced when you shifted. He didn't smirk. And he certainly wasn't playing games. He just sat there, deadpan, waiting for your brain to catch up.
"Just a couple minutes mami, just wanna know what she tastes like."
His fingers tapped the steering wheel.
"You're so lucky I actually think you're hot," you began shimmying out of your skirt, letting it drop down onto the floorboards of the car.
His jaw tightened when he saw your panties, some lacy pink thing that matched your personality. Go figures. "I'm a fortunate motherfucker," he agreed, voice dipping lower. The car was way too small suddenly.
His eyes flicked down. The pink panties. Your thighs. The way the streetlight filtered through the windshield catching the curls falling over your shoulders. He exhaled slowly.
"Get in the back," his voice commanded immediate attention.
You embarrassingly scrambled to the backseat, watching him follow suit.
He leaned over you, his rough hand wrapping around your ankle, pulling your leg up and positioning it to rest against the headrest of the backseat. He stared at the lacy pink fabric. Not even blinking. "Take 'em off."
"You wanna taste it so bad, YOU take it off." You huffed in disbelief.
He stared at you. The sass. The fucking attitude. The absolute audacity. He leaned in, grabbing your ankle tighter.
"Watch the fucking mouth."
He hooked his thumbs into the lace waistband, slowly dragging them down your thighs and over your knees. He tossed them onto the dashboard up front without breaking eye contact.
He dropped his head immediately. No warning. No teasing build up. He flattened his tongue and dragged a slow, heavy stripe through your folds, collecting the slick already leaking there. The taste hit him instantly. A mixture of sweet, messy, and absolutely fucking addictive.
His hands locked onto your thighs, forcing them open wider. He licked your clit once, deliberately.
"Keep your thighs open f'me,"
"ok..s-sero," you couldn't help but be breathless in the moment, I mean, there was nothing else happening besides your local dealer eating you out. Like that's a regular daily activity.
Hearing his name fall from your shaking lips hit his bloodstream harder than any strain he ever sold. He hummed low against your clit, the vibration making your thighs twitch under his grip. His mouth sealed over your bud, sucking hard, flattening his tongue to lap up every drop of slick you could ever manage to gave him.
Your taste was ridiculous. Sweet vanilla lotion lingered on your thighs, mixed with something heady, intoxicating. Like candy. His tongue slid into your slit, curling upward to find that little nub. Suckered it hard, holding you there. His grip could bruise your thighs if he really tried to. He couldn't stop staring down at your pussy like it was a puzzle he was solving. A ridiculously wet, slippery puzzle of course.
His thumb found your already puffy lips, pulling them wide to get better access.
His tongue moved with perfect ease, slow laps that drove directly into your hole, curling upward to drag all of your wetness out before sucking your clit into his mouth. Hard. ruthless, focused pressure designed to break you down. He didn't make a sound, just wet, messy noises filling the car. Your thighs were trembling under his grip.
You attempted to clamp your thighs closed, that delicious coil forming low in your stomach, ready to come undone. "Sero!! go- go uhm! Slower!"
He could feel your legs shaking. He knew he was hitting the right spots, his tongue working you like a key unlocking a door. He pulled back suddenly, his breath hot against all of your most sensitive flesh as he looked up at you. "Spread wider." His voice was rough, and much deeper than usual.
"Fuck! I'm so so close, please, please-!" the only sounds in the car were the sounds of him lapping up your cunt, and your moans and whimpers.
That was his green light. He didn't speed up, instead he locked down. His tongue flattened against your clit, vibrating it in rapid, relentless circles while his thumb kept perfect, agonizing pressure on your entrance. He sealed his mouth over your pussy, sucking. Coaxing your orgasm on.
"Let go." He mumbled muffed against you. "Don't hold it. Give it to me, all of it."
"oh shit mmm im cumming, fuck please Sero don't stop!" Your words were messy, desperate, breaking him out of his focused silence. He groaned against your pussy, the sound vibrating straight into your clit as you came apart onto his tongue. He didn't let up. Kept sucking, licking, encouraging every twitch and shudder with his mouth.
He watched your orgasm. Saw the way your belly tensed, how your thighs were quivering beneath his hands. Heard the broken whimpers falling from your lips. He memorized it all, your taste, your sounds, the way you look when you cum.
"Ooohhh my god," You sighed.
He slowed his movements, lapping gently at your sensitive flesh as you came down from your high. His hands slid up your thighs soothingly, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs before pulling back completely. He sat up straight, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You good?"
"Nga where the fuck is that cart at,"
you've heard of kamisero and you've heard or seroki, now get ready for.....
kamiseroki
guys, i'm litch a genius 🤓
En Tayutai — Smoke-Eater Resembling Sero? Or The Fifth Wielder — Daigoro Banjo in terms of costume.
𝒮ℯ𝓇ℴ ℋ𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈
📼- The guy is kind of a perv, not to Kaminari’s level and even less Mineta’s, but he will text you at random times asking you to ‘come over and snuggle a little’ which is his excuse for ‘I wanna bury my head in the crook of your neck and die there’
📼- Has been called Spiderman by kids so many times the media now references to him as ‘Hero Cellophane, or as fans call him, Spiderman’, he developed the habit of kissing you while dangling from the ceiling as well, sometimes spooking you
📼- Ran out of boob tape? He’s here to save the day, just tell him where to shoot and he’ll oblige, no questions asked. He will be staring though, and he might want to just ravage you right there, but that depends on how late you two are
📼- Forgets to do the laundry when it’s his turn or to take the chicken out of the freezer, he will apologize like a billion times but still do it again. You’ve tried to set reminders on his phone, but with all the hero calls he now can’t tell the two apart.
📼- Never uses the word ‘sex’ for some reason, he’ll claim that sex only happens with someone you don’t truly love, so for you he’ll say you’re ‘making love’, which didn’t immediately stick with you, but he made sure you saw the difference
📼- If you’re a hero too, he will try to get his agency as close as possible to yours, he’ll lie and say it was cheaper, but in reality he just wants to have you closer so he can swing by. He will send a sidekick of his to your agency to bring you coffee or a sweet treat just because he thought about you, his sidekick will complain a bit, but he’s actually happy for Sero
📼- When you’re at home together he sometimes will put on music and dance with you, slow movements, a lot of kisses and laughter, and half singing half guessing the lyrics. He’s made now over five playlists with all your favorite music, each one for a different purpose, even when you two are just cooking, he’ll put something on.
📼- Grabs you with his tape when you’re too far away, maybe he wants cuddles, maybe your shirt is messed up, maybe he just wants to snatch you away, he’ll shoot his tape out and wrap it around you, pulling you safely in his arms before unwrapping you, giving your forehead a couple of kisses
⛧°. ⋆༺♱༻⋆. °⛧
Just some stuff I had on my mind about our sticky tape boy! I tried to make the text more colors, but no matter what site I use, it won’t work 😭. Send requests!
What if pleco sero
