Warnings: fluff, established relationship, conversations around sexual discomfort, cuddles
You settled back on your elbows, a healthy daze fluttering over your skin as you floated down from your high. A giddiness that only turned up when Sero finally got his mouth between your legs. Sero ran his hand over your thigh as he watched you gaze at the corner of his room like it was the prettiest thing in the room. As you came to, Sero jumped when you called his name, as if he weren't stationed on your lap.
"I didn't go anywhere, sweetheart," Sero smiled up at you, "You okay?"
Your mild distress melted into that fuzzy, adorable post -climax glow. The kind that made him blush. Sometimes, it was reason why he went down on you. He wanted to milk it, to keep you soft and glowing all night.
You were settled heavily against Sero's side, drifting in and out of the movie on screen. It was late, and the only light in the room came from the T.V. Sero glanced down as you shifted against him. Figuring you were restless, he rubbed your back.
"Stop that. I'm gonna fall asleep,"
"I don't see a problem with that," he shrugged, "I mean after a fantastic, amazing, legendary orgasm like that, you must be feeling sleepy,"
You nudged him as you giggled, "God, you gas yourself up so much,"
Sero scoffed, "You went cross-eyed, babe."
You froze, then dismissively said, "Be that as it may..."
He squeezed you against him, gently shaking you as you both laughed. It didn't take long for you two to migrate back to your cuddling positions. He pressed a few kisses to the crown of your head.
"It's okay if you fall asleep," he murmured to you.
Once again, your eyelids became more a focal point than the blurry scenes on screen. You could feel your body slowly heeding Sero's suggestion until you popped up, full of life, like you were catching a second wind.
"What if we can never have sex?" you blurted, your panic cutting right through the quiet room.
Sero blinked, trying to find a reasonable, 'caring boyfriend answer' to your sudden query. But in reality, and with the same distress you felt now plastered on his face, he could only muster, "Wha- What?"
You reiterated, a little quieter, "I mean, what if we can't ever have sex?" You shifted to cross your legs, as you explained, "Like, I know that I've tried like fingers and toys but it always hurts really bad. And we try to have sex and it hurts then we won't ever get to have sex. And then it's like you have a partner that you never have sex with so what are you gonna do li-"
"Okay okay, pause," Sero pleaded as he sat up to look you in the face, "Where is this all coming from?"
"What do you mean? We have been getting more intimate as of late. Isn't it normal to start thinking about... I mean, do you not think about...?"
Sero chuckled incredulously, "Well, yeah I guess when you put it that way. But why does this have you so riled up when you just about to go to sleep?"
For the first time in the last thirty seconds, you brain took a pause from its constant racing. Your shoulders drooped as you sat there, wondering if you were ready to tell him. Hoping that he would get it.
"I'm afraid of 'it' hurting."
Sero sighed as he took it in. He scooted closer so that his legs were on either side of you, "Hey, look at me,"
Your head turned his way, gracing him with your gaze once more, "We'll go at your pace. I don't really get a say on how fast we go when we finally do it. If you say to go slow or 'let's try again next time' or you decide to not want to have sex-"
You raised a finger in protest, "See that's what-"
"I have a right hand, sweetheart." Sero interrupted as he curled his fingers over your hand, "And whether or not we have sex, I still have you."
He lowered his voice to whisper, "I'm kinky enough to work around it,"
You scoffed as you pulled back, while Sero chuckled. Once again, you settled back into your spots. This time, as Sero drifted off, another thought popped into your head.
cw: cliche as hell, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lil face down ass up, creampie, theyre aged up dawg
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"NO SHIT." You yelled from across the apartment.
"OH HELL YEAH- YOU REMEMBER THIS?!" Sero shouted back, the two of you running into the living room to hear the song better.
Being roommates with Sero was definitely interesting. He was someone that was on an app for finding roommates- the same app you were on. You'd just started planning to move to the new city and he was bidding his old roommate goodbye as he graduated and moved out of the dorms. Of course, you two facetimed and met up prior to moving in with each other- but all in all it was a match made in roommate heaven.
It was nice having his friends over now and then too, they were a lot of fun. Mina became your close friend instantly and Denki became your favorite guy to play video games with. Having everyone over made the apartment feel even more homey- like you were meant to find these people and have them in your life. Though, it was nice when it was just you and Sero either spending time quietly in separate rooms or watching a movie together because there was nothing else to do.
The two of you bonded over various things such as watching anime, enjoying movie summaries on youtube, and the same taste in music. Which brings us to the present.
"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME?!" You both sang out, dancing around the living room to the throwback song playing through the TV speakers.
Sero busted out his best dance moves, meaning he was making a fool of himself, making you laugh as you did the same.
"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS A FREAK LIKE ME?!" You jumped up onto the couch, holding an invisible mic as Sero mimicked you on the floor, singing to each other.
"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS RAW LIKE ME?!" You shouted to each other, forgetting the neighbors even existed.
"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS FUN LIKE ME!? DONTCHAAAA."
You jumped off the couch onto Sero's back as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, the both of you laughing. You were immensely thankful for all of the working out he had done, making his arms and body strong enough to support you properly.
"Onward, trusty steed!" You say, pointing in front of you both, making him laugh harder before gaining enough composure to walk.
He carried you in circles around the apartment until he got tired, ending up back in the living room where he set you down on the couch, sitting next to you. As he was catching his breath from running around and laughing so hard, you flung your legs over his lap.
"I dont wanna finish cleaning my room." You pouted.
"Too bad- if I have to finish cleaning the kitchen, you're doing your room." Sero said, letting his hands rest on your legs.
"What if we just...dont ever clean again and we hire someone to do it?" You asked.
"Oh yeah sure- let me just get out all of my money-" He said, fumbling around to reach into his back pocket to get his wallet. Opening his wallet, he pulled out $7 and a coupon for shitty sushi. "Think this'll cover it?"
"Absolutely. Oh! Lets get sushi tonight!" You said, grabbing the coupon from his hand.
"What the worst sushi in the world?" He asked.
"Its cheap! Fuck off! Stupid coupon is expired anyways-" You were interrupted but Sero ripping it from your hands.
"NO WAY WHAT!? C'monnnn they just gave this to me-" He whined.
"Thought it was shitty?"
"Its. Cheap." He balled up the coupon and tossed it into the kitchen.
"This is why you're cleaning the kitchen fucker." You flicked him in the forehead.
"Oh- OKAY OKAY-" He pushed you back onto the couch, hovering above you, poking and tickling you until you were a cackling mess.
"I GIVE I GIVE!" You shouted, shoving him off of you and standing up.
"Thats what I thought." He folded his arms, sitting back on the couch in victory.
"You're a bitch." You said, running back into your room, hoping to get there and lock the door faster than he could run. Unfortunately, Sero has long fucking legs. He hopped off of the couch and sprinted after you, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed.
You both felt the butterflies and it honestly was nothing new. But it was something both of you pushed away for a long time.
"IM SORRY IM SORRY I SURRENDER!" You yelled, laying on the bed with your arms up in surrender.
"Much too late, princessa. You've committed acts of violence far too long. You must pay." He declared, straddling you and beginning his tickling assault on you. Writhing around on the bed, you felt the tears of laughter pricking your eyes.
"STOP IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS." You yelled through the laughter.
"DOUBTFUL!" Sero replied.
With a sudden jerk of your hips, you almost sent the two of you off the edge of the bed, making his hand fly up and grab onto anything to keep himself steady.
..........
"Uh S-sero?" You muttered, face red.
"Yeah- Oh. Shit sorry." He answered, taking his hand off of your boob. Because he was too distracted by the way you moved your hips under him and rubbed his dick with your thigh that he didnt realize where his hand landed.
"Youre fine." You said, blushing harder than ever, silently wishing he would leave it there.
He stayed hovering over you, watching you catch your breath. He admired the way your breath hit his neck, the way your chest would rise and fall, the way your eyes never left his.
"Is this totally cliche?" He asked in a whisper.
"What?" You asked in the same whisper.
He replied by leaning down and pressing his lips softly to yours, moving his body down to rest on his elbows, deepening the kiss once you kissed back. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer, becoming needy.
You both wanted this for so long and couldnt admit it. You didn't want to make it weird. But this? This was worth the wait.
Pulling away slightly, Sero looked into your eyes.
"Is that- uh. Ok?" He asked awkwardly, making you laugh lightly. Instead of replying, you pulled him back down to kiss him more, wanting his hands to touch you anywhere.
He must've read your mind because his hands began travelling around your body, landing on your waist and pulling you in, making your back arch. Your abdomen pressed against his, making you moan lightly into Sero's mouth, making him need more.
The kiss deepened, your hands in his hair, his hands moving up your top. He reached your breasts and cupped them over your bra, making you whine. He needed more of those sounds.
Pulling away, he sat up slightly, bringing you with him so you were both sitting up, pulling your shirt off over your head. You did the same to him, the moment becoming more intimate.
"This is so cliche." You giggled, kissing him again.
He allowed you to straddle him, pushing him down onto the bed and reaching behind your back, undoing your bra.
As you were sitting up, he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. This is what he'd been missing while he was being timid? He would never forgive himself- deciding to make up for lost time. His hands reached up to cup your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, making you grind your hips on him.
The air became heavy with need. He flipped you over, pulling your sweatpants and panties down in one motion, pushing your knees up so he could get a proper view.
"Shit, princessa. Look at that pretty pussy." He licked his fingers, then pressed them against your slit.
"Sero-" You moaned out, bucking your hips.
"Sh sh sh. Let me take care of you." Sero said, holding your hips down and licking your entrance.
"S-sero holy shit." You whimpered out, lacing your fingers through his hair.
Coming up for air, he muttered, "Been wanting this for so fucking long, Y/n. You have no clue."
"Me too- fuck Sero. Need it so bad." You replied, grinding yourself onto his face and finger, needing more friction.
He pumped another finger in and out of you, playing with your clit with his tongue.
"Yes! Right there- holy fuckkk." You groaned out, Sero feeling your walls tighten around his fingers.
"Cum for me princessa. All over my fingers. Let me taste it." Sero urged you on, sending you over the edge much quicker than you could do yourself.
For months, you had both unknowingly been masturbating to the very same thoughts of each other on opposite sides of a wall. It was like a dream for both of you right now.
The wave of relief and pleasure washed over you as you came on Sero's fingers and he licked it all up, overstimulating you a little bit, but allowing you to ride out your first orgasm of the night.
"S-sero please. Need you so bad." You whined, grabbing his hands and trying to pull him towards you.
"Ah ah ah. Patience baby." He stood up, taking his hands from yours and tugging his own pants down, letting you see his length.
"Holy shit, Sero. Is that gonna even fit?" You asked, eyes wide.
"Yes it will, baby. I'll make it fit." He chuckled, leaning over you to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.
Sero stood in front of the bed, admiring your body as he spit on his hand and rubbed his already hard cock. The sight of you naked was everything he dreamt of.
"I need to be in your sweet pussy." He whispered, leaning over and kissing your neck.
Pushing your knees up even more, Sero lined himself up with your slit. Pushing in slowly, he kissed you, swallowing every moan and yelp.
"T-too biiiigggg-" You moaned out, brain becoming mush.
"Im not even half way in, baby. Breathe for me. Gonna make you feel so-" He thrusted the rest of his cock in, bottoming out, making you let out a silent scream. "-fucking good."
He let you adjust to the fullness, kissing you all over.
"Move Se-"
"Hanta. My name- Hanta baby."
"Hanta. Fuck me." You said, looking in his eyes.
Hearing you moan out his first name flicked a switch in his head. He started thrusting in and out of you, both of you a mess of moans and grabby hands.
"Shit! Feels so good-" You said in between breaths.
"God youre so fucking tight- thought about this- every- fucking night-" Sero admitted, feeling your walls tighten more. "Oh you like that? The thought of me fucking my hand to the thought of you?"
"Yes yes yes! I thought- about it too- shit! So deep- ah!" You admitted as well, climax creeping up on you again.
"Oh god, fuck." He put his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck, hungrily biting and kissing anywhere his mouth could reach as he fucked you deeper than you've ever been fucked.
"HANTA- Im gonna cum oh god oh god-"
"Fucking cum on me princessa- make a fucking mess. Give it to me." He urged you on.
Letting out a whisper of a scream, your eyes rolled back and you came on Sero's cock, twitching and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm.
Pulling out, he flipped you over, letting your head get buried in the pillows and pulling your hips so your ass was in the air. You were still a moaning mess as he admired the new view of your ass and pussy, not needing any more lubrication and he put his cock back in your pussy.
Screams muffled by the pillows, you felt overstimulated in the best way.
Sero pulled you up by your shoulders, letting his hand rest on your clavicle to hold you up. Sitting back on his knees, he felt you sink down onto his cock, sitting on his lap as he fucked his cock up into you. If you weren't being held up, you would be flopped over, body feeling weak and shaky as another orgasm approached.
"Thats it princessa, give me one more. Give me all your cum baby- let it all go. Youre doing so fucking great- shit- good fucking girl." He praised you, letting you fall into your third orgasm, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he thrusted into you.
"Gonna- fuckin cum. Shit baby." He muttered.
"Pl-lease. Cum Hanta- in me- fuck-" You managed to moan out, head fuzzy and full of need.
Thrusts getting weaker and messier, Sero let go, painting your walls with his cum. Moans and groans echoed and bounced off the walls, Sero laying you down on the bed after he pulled out. Walking out, Sero got a wet washcloth and brought it into the room ,cleaning off your half asleep body. He began walking out after he cleaned yo both off, but saw your grabby hands.
"Stay." You whispered, looking at his and wanting to feel his warmth. And who was he to say no to that face?
Laying next to you, he covered the two of you up with a blanket, letting you lay your head on his chest, his hand rubbing lightly up and down your arm.
"What does this mean for us?" You asked quietly, eyes closed, falling asleep.
"Whatever you want it to mean, princessa. You know how I feel now." He chuckled.
"Wan' be yours." You muttered, drifting off to sleep.
"Then youre mine and Im yours, baby." He kissed the top of your head, wondering how he got so fucking lucky.
How about a drabble with Sero in a college AU with a mating kink? Gosh, I don't know why but I've been simping over this man Hanta so much recently. He's just such a goof, I love him.
wee i love sero heās such a good boy !!
cw: smut, mdni 18+, mating!kink, hanta sero x fem!reader.
studying with your boyfriend hanta was never a good idea. there were always risks when it came to sitting in an enclosed space next to one of the most attractive men on earth whilst running through notes from your biodiversity and anatomy lectures.
āwouldnāt it be funny if we treated sex like animals in the wild did?ā youād asked such a simple question, flicking through your colour coordinated notes as sero finished off some practice exam papers. youād missed the dark glint to his obsidian eyes, the twitch to the corner of his mouth. if you had seen it, you would have known.
because now in the study rooms your cunt lays bare to seroās will, knees coming up to dig sore patches into your shoulders while sero rolls his hips in slow, tantalising wavesā heavy cock pressed deep into your tight gummy walls. smearing beads of his precum against them. ābaby, oh god baby,ā he coos to you, sweat lining his brow and dark locks, his hands smooth up and down your sidesā eyes locking on the way strings of saliva catch in your throat. āwant me to mate you right? hah, fuck, give you ally knot?ā
stars align in your galaxy eyes, tears dusting your cheeks. āuhuh, please. want it,ā you mumble, table rocking beneath youā pens and study notes alike clattering to the floor and mingling with the tune of skin slapping on skin, viscous juices flowing from where yours and hantaās bodies meet. āplease hanta,ā you cry, feeling his blunt tip hit all the right spots, thrusts spurred on from crying his name and the pain from being held in such a position, weaving its way nicely with the pleasure.
āyeah you do, wanna be bred like a pretty little bitch. wanna be mated to me for life, huh? thatās what you want.ā you mewl, loving the way sero makes all you choices for you, pumping you full with himhimhimā musky scent of sex and arousal hanging heavy in the air while he fucks into you like hungry animals in the wild. you somehow manage to latch onto your hair, inviting seroās lips into a poorly paced kiss.āfuck,ā he pants into your mouth, eyes like black holes drawing you in and away from the task at hand. āfeel my cock my love? the way it churns up your inside, fucks up this pretty cunt? thatās ācause it belongs inside her, makinā a mess of her. this cock is yours for life.ā
tears well in your eyes, pathetic and needy. ām-my cock, belongs in my pussy,ā you parrot the words back to sero through gasps and sobs, body shaking while your sex flutters at his claim.
āthatās right baby, this cock is mated to your pretty little pussy.ā
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You hum to yourself as you prepare dinner, your boyfriend finishing up the last of his paperwork in your shared bedroom. You would think him being only a sidekick, he wouldnāt get nearly as much work as heās given now. Not even you get that much. You sigh to yourself at the thought. The least school couldāve done was give you a heads up as students to prepare you for the unexpected paperwork that follows hero work. So much for the education system.
Youāre broken from your thoughts as you notice Hanta walking through the small hallway in your view. His hand rubbing the back of his neck while he lets out a drawn out sigh. He looks up at you with his hand still behind his neck. A soft smile tugs at his lips when you greet him with a cute smile before leaning back down into the counter to squint at the recipe youāre reading. He leans to the side, propping his shoulder on the wall next to him and folds his arms over his chest. Thereās nothing more he adores more than seeing you like this. Wearing short shorts with one of his old band t-shirts that is far too big for you draping over them, your hair tied up in a loose knot to keep it out of your face while you work. You just always look so effortlessly beautiful and he loves being one of the very few people who get to see you like this.
āYou wanna come help me, handsome?ā you ask, looking back up at him.
āHm~?ā he hums in response, his eyes lidded in a flirtatious manner.
āAre you gonna come here and help me with dinner? Or are you gonna keep standing there and gawk at me?ā you tease while loosely waving the knife in your hand at his direction.
āOh!ā he smacks his forehead in a dramatic manner, āOf course! I was just simply caught in a daze by your bewitching beauty,ā he exclaims as he looks at you through his hand, a large, mischievous grin spread on his face as he peeks at you through his fingers. You click your tounge in response.
āYouāre such a dork, Hanta,ā you roll your eyes at him with a small giggle and start chopping the vegetables in front of you.
Sero chuckles as he sits up from the wall and makes his way towards you, his eyes lingering on you as he approaches.
āTe gusta~ā ( you like it ) he purrs behind you as he slinks his lean arms around your waist and pulls you in close to his chest. You sigh at his touch as you lean into him.
āMmm, I like you holding me just like this,ā you say with a content hum.
āI can do thatā¦ā Hanta whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.
He presses his cheek to the side of your head and after a moment, he starts humming a tune. He begins to gently sway you both side to side, careful not to cause you to slice a finger.
"How are you, my love?" you inquire as you move on from chopping vegggies to slicing chicken breasts. Hanta sighs deeply.
"Tired of doing homework... but I got it done in a reasonable amount of time, so... that's all that matters, ĀæsĆ?" he says softly. You hum in acknowledgment.
"How come you don't as much paper work, huh?" he teases while poking your forehead a few times.
"Pfff, beats me- Stop poking me like that! you're gonna make me cut myself," you giggle while swatting his hand away and he chuckles.
"Guess FatGum is more gracious than Kamui Woods," you say in a teasingly smug tone with a shrug.
Hanta huffs at your words.
"Rub it in my face why don't ya. That's not how you cut it, here- lemme show you~"
He trails off while sliding his hands up your waist and down your arms, purposefully making his touch linger. His large hands go to rest on top of yours and starts to guide them as he shows you how to better cut the breast. A slight blush creeps up your face at the gesture. Despite you two dating for nearly three years now, he still manages to make you flustered just like how he did when you two were still in highschool.
"See? The knife needs to be more at an angle, it's a smoother cut that way," he says with a content smile, your blush not going unnoticed.
"Thank you, love," you reply, hoping your flustered state isn't too obvious.
"De nada, mi mariposita," ( you're welcome, my little butterfly ) Hanta hums as his hands migrate back to your waist.
The use of the endearing petname only makes your blush more evident. Cheeky bastard always knows every button to press and how to press it to reduce you back to nothing but a flustered school girl. He revels in the way he can pull such cute reactions out of you. Lets him know you like him at least half as much as he adores you.
"You're adorable when you get flustered, hermosa ( beautiful ) and from such small actions too~," Hanta muses in your ear. His hands gliding back down to your hips, his lips pressing soft kisses on your cheek, trailing them all the way down to your jaw.
"Hanta please- You're being very distracting," you scold, though you tilt your head to the side to allow Hanta better access for kisses, completely contradicting your words.
"I just might have to kick you out of the kitchen if you get to handsy," you continue, "I wanna eat dinner at a reasonable hour tonight," you conclude with a huff.
Hanta completely disregards your words as he starts to nip at the top of your ear.
"Puede eparar," ( it can wait ) He hovers his hand to yours, making you set down the knife, "Just for a moment, Āæpor favor?"
He cranes his neck over to look at you with his bottom lip sticking out, feigning a pout as he bats his eyelashes at you for extra measure. You stifle a giggle at your boyfriend's antics and let out a drawn out sigh. You let go of the knife and lean your head back on his shoulder in defeat.
"Ugh, fine~ only for a second though, okay? and let me at least wash my hands first,"
"That's my girl," he hums into the shell of your ear and shuffles to the sink with you, waddling in a somewhat awkward fashion while he keeps his arms wrapped around you firmly.
As you run your hands under the faucet water, Hanta presses affectionate kisses onto the column of your neck. You giggle from the ticklish feeling and shrug him off.
"What's gotten into you?" you ask, "You're not usually this sweet," you say as you dry off your hands with a rag.
"Do I need a reason?" he inquires, "I just love you, that's all,"
As soon as you drop the rag, he intertwines his fingers with yours and spins you around. With you two now face to face, you get a clear view of that all too familiar grin of his tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes are locked on yours and the way he looks at you so deeply makes your heart flutter. You swear his dark eyes shine like the night sky, though, Hanta never takes you seriously when you tell him. He's never been very good at taking compliments and usually brushes them off with a light hearted joke. But it's true~ and you make sure to remind him as often as you can.
You softly smile at him while raising your hand to rest on the back of his neck and start running your fingers through the hair near his nape.
"You're so handsome," you coo. Hanta's expression softens as he leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth.
"You always know how to make me feel special, hermosa," he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours, your noses just barely touching.
He presses his hand to your cheek and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek bone. You close your eyes and relax into this quiet moment with him.
The hand on his neck ushers his face towards yours as you bring him into a kiss. Hanta sighs into your lips as he pulls you closer to him by the small of your back, closing what little distance was left between you. Hanta's kisses are the worst and best kind of drug, always leaving you breathless and intoxicated every time. He's a rather passionate kisser. No matter when, where or for how long, Hanta always manages to jam pack each one with overwhelming love. You could never get enough of them and he could never get enough of you.
You drag your hand up his abdomen and he lets out the smallest groan before pulling away from you. He chuckles at you, amused by the look you give him for pulling away. He grabs your hand and brings it up to his mouth.
"ĀæQuieres bailar?," ( care to dance? ) Hanta inquires before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckle.
"With no music? My phone is all the way across the kitchen and I don't think you'll let me go to grab it with how affectionate you're being," you tease.
"Haha, you know me so well, mariposita, ( little butterfly ) and besides..." he pauses for a moment, placing your hand onto his broad shoulder before continuing, "with you? No necesito musica..." ( I don't need music )
You roll your eyes at him with a giggle and push him away while trying to stifle the smile fighting to surface onto your face.
"Ugh, you're gonna make my teeth rot from all that sticky sap you're spewing," you scrunch up your nose in fake disgust but your terribly hidden smile conveys an entirely different message.
Hanta gives amused chuckle in response. His smile nearly spreading ear to ear before he leans his face in to give you a chaste peck on the lips.
"ĀæQue pasa?" he muses, quirking his brow at you, "Am I embarrassing you, lovebug? My affections just too much for you~? Would be quite a shame if it was," Hanta taunts, glancing down at you only to be met with you practically burning holes in his head.
Your brows furrowed at him trying your best to not get flustered as a slight blush starts blooming on the apples of your cheeks. You hate how he can so easily get under your skin. Hanta, however and much to your frustration, thinks the glare you're giving him is adorable and can't help but laugh. He raises his hand to his mouth in an attempt to hide his laugh.
"I'm only messing with you, pretty baby," he coos but you've had just about enough of his stupid face and go to pinch his ear, giving it a firm tug.
"Ow, ow! okay! okay!" He rubs his ear on his shoulder, "Ugh, you're no fun," Hanta pouts.
"No fun-??" you start to guffaw, but cut yourself off as an idea pops in your head and a sly smirk begins to spread on your face. Two can play at this game, Hanta~
"Really?" you resume, "Well~, if I'm no fun then I guess I can go back to making dinner then, hm?" you say, reflecting his playful energy.
"Well, I didn't mean that," Hanta is quick to reply.
You give a low chuckle in response as you slowly run your hand up the nape of his neck to the back of his head. Letting your nails lightly drag on his scalp and his hair tangle between your fingers, Hanta straight up shivers underneath your touch. Feeling his slight shudder underneath you gives you a massive confidence boost as you go onto your nest move.
With your eyes hooded and locked on his, you lean your face closer to him. Your lips are parted, making it seem like you're coming in for a kiss, only to pull back, ghosting his lips when he went to meet yours. Hanta grunts in frustration and you let out a soft chuckle. Letting go of Hanta, giving him a smug grin while doing so, you turn around make your way back to the counter behind you.
Not even one step into walking away from him, you feel the familiar sensation of his tape wrapping firmly around your waist. With one swift motion of his arm, Hanta jerks you back to him. Though the distance between you two was short, the force of the sudden impact into your boyfriend's chest was enough to make him stumble a bit and pull a soft "oomph" out of you.
"I don't think so~," Hanta says in a sing-songy voice.
"Oh-! Hanta!! I hate when you do that!" you exclaim while frantically trying to squirm out of his strong tape.
You know it's not very worth trying to worm your way out of something he's worked years on making inescapable, but it doesn't hurt to try none the less. You know he wouldn't give you anything too strong you wouldn't be able to get out of it... At least not without his help.
Hanta's strong arms wrap around your waist and squeezes you close. His mouth hovers right behind your ear, his lips just barely grazing the shell of it as he purrs into you.
"Mmm, but you look so cute with my tape rapped around your waist like that~ That shirt is so big on you, it makes you look like you're wearing a skirt with how it bunches up underneath it," He taunts behind you, his voice low, causing heat to rise up your neck.
"Which happens to be mine, by the way," he adds in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Huh, I didn't notice," you say in an annoyed manner, turning your head away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.
Hanta frowns and hunches his neck over to try and look at you and feigns a pout on his face.
"Now, don't be like that, muƱequita," ( doll ) he says before pressing a kiss on your jaw.
You turn your head to face Hanta, half faking an irritated expression at him. Immediately catching onto your demeanor, Hanta quirks his eyebrow suggestively and decides to play along.
"Well~" he hums, into your ear, "I won't be letting go until I get that dance I asked for, mariposita. ( little butterfly ) Just so you know," His voice dropping to that raspy tone he knows gets you weak at the knees.
He nips at your ear lobe and tightens his grip on your waist. As loving as Hanta is, there's almost nothing he loves more than this kind of banter between the two of you. Never being one to turn down a good challenge, he loves messing with you and testing your limits, respectfully of course, and occasionally finding new ways to make you melt underneath him in the process.
"Will you help me take this tape off afterwards if I do?" you huff, giving your butt an innocent wiggle against his crotch just to see if you'll get a reaction.
Hanta's breath hitches at the motion but plays it off cool, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing you got to him.
"Of course, amor. That is.. only if you decide to play nice and stop trying to squirm out of my arms," he replies, "Buuut then again... I can just tape you to me~ Easiest way to keep your pretty face from slipping away from me again," He gives you a challenging look before planting a kiss right underneath your jaw, his lips lingering on the soft skin and fights the urge to leave a mark there.
Hanta definitely knows what kinda game you're trying to play and he doesn't plan on losing.
His grip loosens on your waist a bit as he goes to grab his phone from the pocket of his sweats.
"Any suggestions?" Hanta inquires, not giving you much of a chance to retort.
You scowl at him but Hanta doesn't acknowledge you in the slightest as he looks at his phone. The shit eating grin plastered on his face infuriates you to no end but you reluctantly decide against any snarky remarks, knowing full well Hanta always follows through with his challenges, no matter the context.
"Hmmm," you pause for a moment to think, "I'm not sure..." you say, tapping your chin thoughtfully.
"You choose, love. I'm too indecisive to pick," you conclude with a small shrug.
Hanta hums in acknowledgment as he sifts through his playlist.
"How bouuut~" drawing out the last word as he approaches the song he wants, "It's Been a Long Long Time? That one always seems to be your favorite," he says as he presses his cheek against yours.
[ Listen to the song while you read or you might just meet your next paralysis demon tonight :) šŖ ily *muah* ]
"Wow, you really are in a romantic mood,"
"Eres mi mujer muy especial," ( you're my special woman ) he purrs into you making your heart flutter at his sweet words. Hanta lets go of your stomach and slides his hand down your side, stopping at your hip. "I wanna show you how much I love you. Even when you decide to act like a brat," He winks at you.
"Ouch, you really hurt me, Hanta. Truely," You reply sarcastically, flying your hand to your chest in a dramatic gesture and flash him a mischievous smile.
"Sooo, is that a yes?" he asks eagerly. You giggle at his excitement and nod.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind dancing to that song" You say softly.
He hums contently, grabbing your hand in his and spins you around to face him.
Your song now playing, Hanta tucks his phone back in his pocket before his hand finds its home on your waist, his other hand tenderly holding yours. You follow, placing your hand right where his neck and shoulder meet. Caressing small circles in the crook of his neck with your fingertips and you look at Hanta almost in awe. Oh, how did you get so lucky to be with a man like him. He truly makes your life seem like something out of a fairy tale. Like a real life prince charming.
Pulling you as close to him as possible, Hanta hangs his head next to yours as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck and let out a deep sigh. He looks down at you with love sick eyes as you make yourself comfortable against him and hum along to the song playing. As the two of you sway from side to side, anything and everything outside of your little apartment kitchen fades out to silence, leaving only you and him in your world.
"Te amo tanto, mi mariposa," ( I love you so much, my butterfly ) Hanta whispers into your hair, "You know that right? I hope I make it obvious... eres mi vida," ( you are my life ) your heart swells at his words and you nuzzle deeper into his neck, smiling against him as you press a soft kiss there.
"Yeah, I know..." you murmur back to him. Your hand slides up from his neck to cup his cheek and he sighs at your touch. "I love you too, Hanta. A lot," you feel Hanta's cheek pull back in a smile.
"Even though you annoy the shit outta me sometimes," you say with a laugh, hoping you didn't kill the romantic atmosphere too much.
Your head bobs up and down with his shoulders as he chuckles.
"Well, I hate to break it to you, princesa, but that's just part of the package deal," He lifts his head up and looks down at you on his shoulder.
"Don't think I'd really count as your boyfriend if I wasn't the most annoying person on the planet," He says, winking at you when you look up. You scrunch your nose at him in response and start giggling.
Boyfriend
Your heart warms at Hanta referring to himself as your boyfriend. Though, if you were to be completely honest, it leaves you somewhat disappointed. Not disappointed in the sense where you don't like him being your boyfriend. No, not even in the slightest. You're not disappointed in the sense where you wish you two were more than just "boyfriend" and "girlfriend"... well... maybe a little.
Neither of you have really been much for titles and you are quite content with how you're living with Hanta now. But that doesn't mean you haven't thought about what it would be like to be a bit more...
"Hanta?" you ask without realizing.
"ĀæSi, Hermosa?"
You hesitate for a beat, chewing the inside of your mouth, contemplating how to approach this. You slide your hand from his cheek down to his collar, toying with the hem of his shirt. He looks down at you again, his usually relaxed face forming a shadow of worry.
"Have you ever thought about... getting married?" You internally cringe at the awkward way you brought it up but you roll with it.
An immediate wave of relief washes over Hanta as his worrying thoughts are snuffed out just as fast as they came in. His expression softens and holds back a coo when he notices how your demeanor has become more shy at the question.
"Yeah, of course I have," he debates whether it's the right time to poke fun at it or not, but decides to let you continue.
You start chewing on your bottom lip, trying to figure out how to ask Hanta without being more awkward about it than you already have been.
"Well... Have you thought about marrying me..?" Your voice hardly above a whisper as you hide your flushing face from embarrassment when you ask.
Hanta's heart squeezes at the innocent way you bring up the subject. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he lets go of your hand to cup your cheek in his large palm. He guides your face up to look at him, his eyes tender and loving as they meet yours.
"Oh, mariposa. I think about it every day," he replies in the most soft and genuine tone you've heard from him yet.
You look at him, wide eyed and awestruck. Not sure how to respond, an uncontrollable smile peers on your face and you bite your lip to try and contain your unexpected excitement.
"Really?" Is all you can manage to say in the moment.
You feel Hanta's chest shake against you as he chuckles. He gently brushes the hair out of your face as he looks at you lovingly.
"Mhm, especially during moments like these,"
He flips his hand over and caresses his knuckles down the side of your face. Your heart swells inside your chest as he then presses the palm of his hand to your cheek, your ears flushing pink as he gingerly guides your face to look at him. His eyes trail down to your lips to see you still anxiously chewing on it, gliding his thumb across your bottom lip to try and ease the tension.
"Would you care to spend your life with a guy like me.?" He earnestly asks as his eyes look back up to look at you
"God, you're such a romantic sap," you tease with a giggle but when your eyes meet his, you can see he in his face it was a genuine question.
Your thoughts stall at the thought, your words jamming in your throat when you try to speak. Placing your hand on his cheek, you give him a genuine smile as you finally find the words to say.
"I think I would like that," your voice soft and low.
Hanta's eyes brighten, a wide smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he starts bouncing on the balls of his feet from his excitement. He places his hand on top of yours, pressing it closer to him while hugging your waist tight. Both of you unsure of what to say next, you lean deeper into each other, desperate to be as close as possible. Hanta manages to whisper an "I love you," before your lips collide in a soft yet passionate kiss. No words are needed to be said between the two of you when your kiss already speaks a thousand words on its own.
Yeah, spending the rest of your life with him sounds like a dream~
screaming singing shoop (by salt n pepa) at like 3am with sero and getting yelled at by bakugo to āshut the fuck up before i blast you both into next weekā sounds like my kind of saturday
Summary: Sero, after getting rejected, finds a new way to spend the a New Yearās party, especially if he found a special someone to help clear his head and begin the year anew.
Pairing: Sero Hanta x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: None at all (except extreme fluff)
A/N: OKAY SO I KNOW I DIDNT DO SOMETHING FOR CHRISTMAS AND I STILL HAVENT FINISHED THE 100 EVENT, BUT THIS IDEA CAME TO MIND AND I REALLY WANTED TO FINISH IT! other than the fact that i meant to have this done by new years eve, new years day seems better and not to bad š so weāll just post it now. betterĀ ālateā than never.
Sero had never been rejected before, mainly because he never tried to ask someone out. Going to a party was not the way he insisted on making himself feel better, especially not how he wanted to spend his last night of the year, more so after getting rejected by a girl from the general studies course. While he sat moping around his dorm, his friends couldn't stand to see him so distressed considering he was usually one of the more jovial, laid back of the bunch. His usual confidence wavered, jokes didn't land well. Seroās groove was thrown off, and his friends were determined to fix him. It was Minaās idea to take him to a party, one that Kirishima and Denki agreed with wholeheartedly. Using her relationships from her old school, she reached out to a friend of hers that she managed to stay in contact with. Considering her luck, Mina hoped her friend would at least introduce Sero to some different people and hopefully make him forget about the one girl that turned him down.Ā
As the group individually began getting ready for the New Yearsā Eve party, Sero couldnāt help but be nervous. As someone who rarely feels the usual nerves others feel, this was a strange new sensation for him. Could it be caused by feeling rejection from the first girl he asked out? Or was it some late reaction to something prior? He really had no clue, but man did he not want to find out. Sadly though, Sero was quickly brought out of his daze by frantic knocking at his door. His friends stood on the other side, already decked out in their black and gold glory with cheesy accessories signifying the start of the next year. Oh how he wished he could share in their excitement, but he could at least make an effort to pretend to be happy, especially for them. As they walked along the halls of the dorms, all was quiet. Instead of teasing or banter, Sero was pensive, stuck in his own thoughts and in his head to make sense of the world around him. Everyone was quick to realize how much a good party could help bring up his spirit, especially one where he didn't really know anyone.
The party, however, only really served to make him even more of a downer, sticking to becoming a wall flower instead of his usual antics of recording whatever stupid thing Denki was doing at that moment or shamelessly daring Kirishima to do some idiotic dare. Mina tried to get him to dance, while Denki performed some stunts that he knew would ultimately cause chaos. All this for their friend, who clung to the wall with an indifferent look on his face. That is, until someone caught his eyes.
You floated past him, like an angel coming down from up above. The body spray you had spritzed earlier made his way up his nostrils and into his lungs, filling him with the scent of you. To say Sero was enamoured was an understatement. He blamed his quick infatuation on his broken heart, but the only way to really find out was by talking to you. However you didnāt turn to him. Instead, you made your way to his friend, a certain bubbly pink haired student.
Sero couldn't help but stare. To him, it seemed like you were the only person in the room, brightening it up while only serving to draw him closer towards your blinding light. His heartbeat rang loudly in his ears, almost drowning out the boosted bass of whatever party song was currently playing as it seemed to match the beat of the blaring speakers, the thumping and bopping only adding to his shaken demeanor.Ā
Sero had to talk to you, he just had to.Ā
He shifted his body, moving away from the wall and slowly walking towards you and his friend. One step. Two steps. It was all so sudden for him. Wasnāt he just moping about some girl? Why was he falling for someone so quickly? A third step. Then a fourth. What if he didnāt know what to talk to you about? What if he just made a fool of himself?Ā
Soon, he found himself at least three feet away from the pair, already drawing the attention of his eccentric friend and yours. One look from you was all he needed to be sent into a stupor, feeling the air in his lungs leave him. He subtly gulped, clearly a little nervous but retaining some level of confidence, although he could chalk that up to the energy drink he took before this. Sero could have stayed admiring you for who knows how long if Mina hadnāt spoken up.
āSero! Itās good to see you walking about!ā Mina started, clearly yelling in an attempt to be heard over the booming music. āThis is my old friend, Y/N! We used to go to middle school together. We were just catching up.ā
You looked at Sero once again and stuck out your hand. āItās good to meet you Sero. Iām Y/N! Hope youāre enjoying the party so far,ā You responded, quickly introducing yourself to the stranger.Ā
Sero was taken aback, a little scared that his voice might fail him, yet he pushed on through. Taking your hand, he flashed one of his signature smiles before replying, āWell it's been a pleasure to meet you. Y/N sounds like a lovely name, and suits you well.ā
You slowly felt your cheeks begin to redden and flush with heat, although you quickly chalked it up to the cold winter weather. The two of you took a few moments of silence together, almost as if trying to determine what made both of you so special and intriguing to the other. Well, at least that was the plan until Mina spoke up and startled the both of you.Ā
āI see both of you are getting along well! Iāll leave you to it!ā she exclaimed, before running off in Denkiās direction.
In an attempt to ease the blossoming tension, Sero popped a question, too desperate to stay with you that his thoughts jumbled as he asked, āAh- umā¦ so do you want to go dance?ā
His face felt hotter as soon as the question left his mind, already wondering why his mouth had to speak faster than he could think. However, you quickly alleviated his nerves by your quick answer.
āI mean, sure! It seems like fun,ā you began before you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor, āCome on! We donāt want to miss any good songs now donāt we?ā
The night seemed to pass in a blur, Sero quickly forgetting his past worries and anxieties while you began to fill every small corner of his consciousness. Your confidence and spunk drew him towards you, almost as if you showed him how to be someone else free from his own worries. He almost forgot about the ticking clock counting down the passing minutes until the start of the new year. He almost forgot about his friends, left behind in the kitchen doing whatever they thought was fun. But he never forgot you and your face, like sickly sweet and viscous honey trapping him. He barely even noticed you dragging him to the balcony as the countdown signified one minute left.Ā
With labored breathing and a creeping soreness spreading, both of you let the coolness of the snow fill you up. You both chuckled, already breathless for dancing and drunk on euphoria. From inside, the cheers and yells of people counting down with the timer rang out into the open air.Ā
Five. You took Seroās hand, interlacing it with yours as he looked up at your face.
Four. He moved to grab your other hand, but you didnāt let him.
Three. You instead gently placed it on his cheek, caressing it softly and running your thumb across.
Two. Sero looked at you quizzically, almost as if trying to trick you into thinking he didnāt know what you were about to do.
One. You closed the gap between the two of you, except instead of your lips finding his, they found his other cheek. The cheers of friends and strangers clashed with the mellow and tenderness of your kiss.
As you pulled away, you began to speak.
āThere. Maybe if youāre lucky, you might get a kiss somewhere else later on.ā
Sero grinned, simply savoring the atmosphere, āDoes that mean I get to take you out on a date?ā
āI mean, if thatās your way of asking, then I guess Iāll have to say yes.ā
Sero didnāt know where this new year was going to take him. He didnāt even know if this year would be better than the last. But at least he did know that with you alongside him, it was bound to be a new adventure he would be willing to take.
as soon as sero heard what had happened, he immediately rushed to your dorm room. he gently knocked at your door, but when he heard no response after a minute he decided to open the door and peak in, ā(y/n)?ā
sero saw you curled up in your blankets and facing away from him, just seeing you all curled up made his heart ache. even though you heard him say your name and could feel him sit down beside you, you said and did nothing.
he wasnāt sure what to say, but he knew he didnāt need to say anything. he gently peeled the blanket back and joined you under it,Ā ādo you need a hug?ā you simply nodded and turned over to face him. you buried your face into his chest as seroās arms wrapped around you snuggly.
the two of you were quiet, just holding each other in a comfortable silence for who knows how long. even though he didnāt console you verbally, his actions spoke louder than words ever could. with each passing minute you were slowly getting over your heartache. you still felt like an idiot for thinking you had any chance with bakugou, he only thought of you as some damn extra, not a potential partner.
āwhy did i even think bakugou would like me back,ā your small voice didnāt go unheard, sero gave you a light squeeze as he frowned at you.Ā ā(y/n), bakugou is stupid for not liking you back. heās just to blinded by his ego to even see others. you are amazing, and if bakugou canāt see that then itās his lossā
even though you knew seroās words were cheesy, it still made your heart flutter, you could tell that his tone was so sincere.Ā āsero, youāre just trying to make me feel better. donāt say those things so lightly,ā you could feel your face heat up, deciding to hide in seroās chest so that he wouldnāt see. you didnāt want him to say things like that because it gave you butterflies, and you just got rejected. you didnāt need to fall for someone all over again.
sero just chuckled as he watched you hid your face, he couldnāt help but think you were just so cute at times. especially right now.Ā āiām serious, iāll keep telling you that until you think itās true,ā sero then continued to repeat his sincere words while you protested for him to stop. he just ignored your whines and continued to speak highly of you.
āok ok fine! i believe you sero,ā you huff as you finally cave in, making sero grin widely.Ā āsee i told you iād get you to believe me,ā you rolled your eyes at his words but couldnāt help the small grin that tugged at your lips. for the rest of the night sero stayed with you, watching your favorite movies and sneaking out in the middle of the night to steal snacks from the kitchen. your feelings for bakugou were long forgotten, as new feelings for a certain black haired boy began to bloom.
