#sero drabbles

[tteokdoroki]

sero is the boyfriend who sees you in your outfit for the bars and immediately goes "goddamn, dont leave me"

sero is so … he’s so slutty.

“baby don’t go…” EUGHH whining into your ear and draping his lanky frame all over you— one hand on your hip and the other conveniently sliding down the front of your dress as you fix your makeup in the mirror by your front door. “goddamn…” sero is so dramatic, like his lips are already sucking on your neck thinking of all the ways to ruin you before your Uber gets here as if it’s not right around the corner. “don’t leave me.”

“baby, made these plans like a month ago. i’m not staying in with you this time.” you tell him strict and stern ‘cause if you indulge the man even just a little he’ll win you over and you’d be stuck with him for the night. but as soon as you tell him no, hanta has a grip, he’s cupping your cunt from under your dress and sliding his slender fingers up the length of your slit— laughing into your skin when all you’ve got on is a skimpy thong so you don’t have underwear lines. “hanta.”

a warning is not enough to deter sero from the task at hand. “hm?” his ministrations between your thighs get faster, slicking you up and just teasing your entrance he’s that sick— smirking at you in the mirror when you put your lipstick down on the dresser. “what? don’wancha to go. look so pretty i just gotta make you feel good… can’t let you leave me.” hanta nudges you, forcing you forward on the dresser so you hold yourself up with shaky arms and mouths at your exposed shoulder— finally scissoring his fingers inside of you, up against your squishy, silky walls. “gonna stay with me?” he moans hotly against your skin.

a thumb finds your clit in low and slow circles, thick quivering and juices running down hanta’s muscular arms. “you’re ruining my dress.” you growl, grinding back on the digits that split you open.

“guess you’re stuck with me, huh?” he thinks he’s so slick, sero, he’s so proud of himself for making a mess of you and reminding you of why you hate love him so much…clenching around the past pace of his fingers, drooling into the seat of his palm. you ought to knock him down a few pegs, shaking your head softly despite the whimpers bubbling up wetly on your lips. “no baby? you still wanna go out?”

“please…” you say even though you don’t know what it’s for— nails digging into the hard wood like you’re about to burst.

“‘mkay. i’ll see you when you get back, yeah?” hanta mumbles into the shell of your ear and suddenly he’s gone, the heat of his body ripped from your bag just like your orgasm and the hum of pleasure at the base of your spine. “your Uber’s here, call me when you get to the club.” he coos, grabbing your purse for you with a boyish grin as he fills it with your belongings scattered across the dresser. keys too. “…and call me when you want me to pick you up, so i can make you cum for real.”

you bristle, gathering your bearings and glare daggers into sero’s back— because how is it that he’s asking you not to leave him, but gives you thousands of reasons to always come back.

[lucidtobio]

usually, you liked to keep your lips perfectly moisturized. a tube of chapstick was always within three feet of you. this habit of yours was often mocked by your boyfriend, sero. but at this moment, he wasn't complaining.

his lips occupied yours, passionately moving together. normally sero was gentler with his kisses. tonight was different. taking advantage of your position on his lap, you tangled your fingers through sero's dark hair.

finally breaking apart, your cheeks flushed from the intensity. the difference between your flustered demeanor and his cool one prompted you to ask, "you do this often?" sero burst into laughter before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"only with you."

a/n: sero wink wonk

[tobi-momo]

MOMO!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 600

MAY I HAVE rivals to lovers with Sero (ofc) and the song would be The bidding by tally hall!

tysm <3

eee ofc rumi!! thank you <33 btw this song is so fucking good what- also I feel like this sucks and this isn't what you wanted so I apologize if its shit 🧎i also used a prohero au if that's okay aaaa

RIVALS > LOVERS | SERO

SONG: The Bidding - Tally Hall

WARNINGS: intoxication

He was full of himself. Completely obnoxious and cocky, he believed he was at the top. That’s what you thought of him. You drowned in the way these ideas flooded your head, your judgment of him clouding your teamwork as you stepped out of the black limousine. The camera’s flickers blinded you as you led yourself down the colored carpet to the doors being held open for you. You walk in with no intent to see him, no desire. If anything, you wished to avoid him. Something about the poles and the confrontation you didn’t want to see.

When he arrived, your eyes had rolled subconsciously, your arms crossing and your head moving to the side as he approached you. When he first offered to dance, you thought a simple “no” would suffice, but as the night grew darker, the drinks getting softer, you agreed. As you place your hand in his, he could only wrap his arm around your waist to pull you close while he enters small talk with a whisper in your ear.

Your brain felt numb as did his when the night fell, your hands clinging to his while you sit in the back of your limo, awaiting your home address. You weren’t going to do anything with him of course, but you both had work tomorrow, so why not get sober together?

The moment the last drop of alcohol leaves your system, you gasp in bafflement when you find him lying on your couch, an arm draped off the end of it as his body sprawls against the cushion. Tine snores could be heard from his throat, your face turning hot instead of pale, a sense of domesticity perking your ears.

As his brain regains consciousness, his eyelids flutter open to the sound of popping and crackling from the foreign kitchen. He didn’t remember coming here- was he kidnapped? Looking up with caution, he scoffs with the realization that it was just you.

“Congratulations,” he calls out with the grumble of his morning voice.

“For what?” You respond, your chin tilting his way.

“You rose up in the ratings, people are loving you.”

“They should love me, I just don’t know how they didn’t realize it before,” you joke, a smirk playing on your lips.

“I agree,” he plays along, walking to your figure, “I don’t understand how they are just now figuring out how amazing you are.” He leans on the counter, knowing fully well he made your nerves tingle, your heartstrings tug. The only thing he didn’t realize was the pink tint on his own cheeks, something that you’d have to tease him for later once you finally pass him. But maybe, for now, you can just enjoy the moment. For you, nor him, know how long it’s going to last.

i really hope this is okay i-

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[tteokdoroki]

but anyways i just know sero’s pull out game is weak as hell :(

+ tw for accidental creampies, afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy scares, unprotected sex and also pulling out is not an effective contraceptive method l

only cause when he’s fuckin’ you he makes sure he does it right, dick all snug and pressing up against your tight walls— churning up your guts while his skin barely pulls away from yours. smiffs, sero keeps you pinned to the sweat and slick soaked sheets, ramming into you from behind so he can watch the bounce of your ass every time he thrusts into you im crying.

and it’s because he hits so deep, that he gets right in your guts till you can feel him in your tummy and his blunt tip bullies your pleasure spot…it’s because of this that hanta just can’t pull out :( he fucks you so good your little hole just doesn’t wanna let his cock go, clamping down so tight that he pulses inside of you just right. the walls of your pussy commit the shape of him to memory, made to take him and only him.

“c’mon my love, y’gotta let me go…you’re gonna—shit! you’re gonna make me cum.” hanta would tell you, so out of breath— his hot chest sticking to your back as if his fingers haven’t fumbled their way between your parted thighs to draw sinful circles on your clit. he knows it’ll only make you tighter, make his hips rush forward and canter into you, make you see stars. “c’mon baby…i know that’s right.”

but of course, hanta doesn’t really mean it— because you won’t let go while you’re begging for his cum and he won‘t pull out even if it means you’ll both get another scare. that’s the last thing on either of your minds every time sero gets you like this, folding you beneath his touch— because nothing feels better than something you’re not supposed to have. that something being his thick white seed spilling into your spasming hole, pouring down your pussy lips when sero promised he’d pull out at the start :(

[tteokdoroki]

— hanta sero loves reverse cowgirl.

+ warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, reverse cowgirl position, mentions of rope/tying up, daddy!kink, pet name mamas is used. reader has female anatomy!!

in fact, he loves any position where he can take you from behind. something about the way you use him how you want, even if he binds your wrists behind you’re back— you’re still gonna want it, still gonna circle your hips and throw your gorgeous ass back on his cock, just like that.

something about the way the curve of your ass sticks to his skin, clinging to his toned thighs by strings of your arousal— clear and strong and god. hanta gets the perfect view of how wet you are for him, how your swollen pussy lips glisten with slick as you use his cock, make him hit it just right from behind just like that.

he doesn’t need to see your face to know that you’re crying— he can hear it in the way your voice trembles and your hips stutter, struggling to lift off of his lap. how there’s a slow and steady clap of your meaty ass against his skin, your quivering cunt all on display for him. sero knows it’s too much for you, he can see it in the way she clenched around the base of his shaft until it’s all milky and soaked in your juices.

“c’mon baby, throw it back. c’mon. you know what to do. you know how daddy likes it. that’s it mamas.”

he’ll all but moan behind you, thrusting up every once and a while so sero can hit that sweet spot that drives you wild, leaning up to press kisses between your shoulder blades before he grabs at your plush ass to move you up and down on him the way he likes.

“ooh yeah. you gonna cum? work for it baby, you know what to do.” hanta can’t help but goad you— lying on his back, slapping a hand down against your ass with his dick twitching against your slick walls. he’s in fuckin’ heaven, and if he died here right here and now he wouldn’t give a single fuck. buried in your sweet cunt, watching you throw your head back with high pitched mewls and moans. “that’s it…use your cock baby, doin’ fuckin’ good for daddy. yeah…yeah.”

and if hanta gets impatient? watching you struggle to fuck yourself down on a cock you’ve taken hundreds of times in order to make yourself cum— well if he gets impatient, he’ll just have to sit up, force your face into the sheets and pound that pretty pussy till you squirt, till your ass is sore and thick loads of his seed are drooling out from your tiny hole.

[tteokdoroki]

but first, lazy make out sessions with sero hanta please !!!

you’re both laying on his bed, your tucked into his chest and his warm hands draw lazy patterns at the base of your spine— every time sero’s hands move up, they take an inch of your shirt with them and explode slits and slithers of your skin to eyes the colour of space, littered with stars. there’s blood rushing through your ears; he’s so close and he smells good like tea tree oil and he’s warm— wrapping around you until your senses are filled with hanta sero.

“i wanna kiss you, pretty thing,” he says, voice low and smooth like drizzled honey and his eyes hooded under the LED lights in his room. “can i kiss you, please?” so you nod, eyes flickering down to his lips and back up to meet his hazy gaze but sero only laughs— breathy and airy light into the space between you, forehead resting against your own. “you have to say yes, won’t kiss you without verbal permission, baby.”

you feel his lashes against your skin, nodding again but slower. “you can kiss me, hanta...”

his lips taste the good kind of licorice, slotting perfectly against yours with slow and soft movements— you squirm and your hands don’t know where to go and hanta laughs into your mouth, tongue sliding over yours to coax you out of your shell. it feels good to kiss hanta, to have those hands of his move from smoothing your waist to gripping it— pulling you closer to him, keeping you close while your lips meet in ever growing sloppy kisses.

kiss swollen and panting, your hands slip into silken black locks to tug sero closer and his up o your neck— the weight of them possessive and gentle while you swap spit and the level of oxygen for either of you quickly depletes, tugged out of your lungs and replaced with the burning urge to be impossibly closer. he holds you tighter and you kiss him more, licking into his mouth, tugging at his roots and hanta, the subtle groans he lets out when you shift just right in his lap— when the tip of your tongue touches his— it’s like music to your ears, a practised song as he moves with you like the knows your body off by heart.

and those hands again, they’re at the base of your rib cage, thumbing where your breast meets it to make you gasp and wriggle and hanta keeps you still, locked in his lap to subject you to calculated touches coordinated with smooth talking kisses that do all the work for him— only pulling away to give you a spit slicked smile and those husky dangerous looking eyes.

“can i kiss you again, pretty baby?”

[tteokdoroki]

gently screams xkjsxdkjcfv i hope i didn't miss a spot for color theory 🤧🤧 may i humbly request sero + baby blue/lavender 👉🏾👈🏾 congrats again on 14k ilysm <33

colour theory: blue + hanta sero.

“i...uh,...i missed you,” sero speaks with such hesitancy from opposite you, scared that if he says the wrong thing you’ll sprint like a stray cat down an alley way and he’ll never see you again. and rightly so, a part of you hates that you’re doing this, sitting with him in the coffee shop where you first met— letting him order your favourite and add two sugars to your latte just the way you like. letting him do the little things as if they made up for all the times that he hurt you.

at his words you glance out of the window, staring at the murky blue sky. it’s about to rain, how ironic. “you probably shouldn’t say that sero,” comes your response, still taking your drink from him with an air of gratefulness. “i don’t think you deserve the right.” he doesn’t, not after the way he ended things— it’s not you it’s me, i wish things didn’t have to end this way bullshit.

black eyes fall to the table, his broad shoulders visibly deflating when you don’t say his name with warmth like you used to. instead it’s grey and dark and there’s no love behind it. “i miss you.” sero tries again, reaching for your hand over the table and flinching when you pull away. “what’s it gonna take for you to see that? for you to forgive me?”

he’s desperate now, drawing the attention of fellow cafe goers and the staff weaving between tables— there’s a clap of thunder outside and you stand up with it, head held high.

“i don’t know hanta, i’m sorry.”

back to event!!

[mirakeul]

“i’m tired,” you said, making your partner, sero hanta, stop playing. he immediately said goodbye to his friends, shut off his game, and went over to you.

he held your face, gently caressing you. you looked at him, mouth quivering as you tried not to cry. his eyes, however, were so loving and gentle that you couldn’t help but slip a few tears.

he wiped your tears and pulled you closer, his face inches before yours. he laid the gentlest kiss he could over your eyelids and on your forehead. he lingered for a moment before he pulled you into his arms.

“rest, my love.” i’ll always be here.