thinking about best friend sero who everyone (including you) knows is far too close to you to be considered only your friend.
best friend sero who you are completely comfortable with, who's house you stay at, who's bed you sleep in whenever you get too tired or it gets too late for you to go home. he insists it's fine- he wouldn't want you going home alone in the dark.
best friend sero who helps you get dressed, giving comments on your outfits, you even allow him to decide what your wearing. he picks his favourite-which also happens to be the one that shows at least a little skin.
best friend sero who has constant eyes on you-especially when your around other people.
best friend sero who tenses up when his friends hug you when they greet you- giving denki a glare when his hands land a little too low on your back as his arms wrap around you.
best friend sero who has his hands on you all the time. who wraps his arm around your shoulder when you walk around, who keeps a tight grip wrapped around your waist as you talk in group of people-
best friend sero who doesn't allow you to sit next to anyone else- who tugs you down onto the seat next to him, cushioning you between himself and the arm of the couch. (so no one can sit on the other side of you.)
best friend sero who you allow to keep a hand on your thigh- shifting yourself around so his hand moves up your leg slightly- watching as his shoulders tense up and a blush appears on his face.
to an outsider- it may look as though sero is the touchy one, that he's the one who pushes the boundaries between friendship and something more.
but you know- and he knows that you tease him like no other. allowing him to chose your outfit, making sure to add an option that highlights your cleavage-knowing it'll drive him crazy.
purposely staying at his place too late, waiting for him to say you can stay over and then asking him to borrow a shirt- wearing nothing but your underwear and your stupid socks on your lower half.
holding denki a little too close to you when he greets you with a hug- watching as seros brows furrow, his fists tightening.
best friend sero who you allow to ogle you- who you allow to touch you for too long- too tightly- and in places too close to where he shouldn't.
best friend sero who you brush up against- who's face you love seeing go red when you get a little too close to him.
best friend sero who you know will finally snap-who you relentlessly tease because you know that sometime soon he won't just be your best friend-and you can't wait.
Sero may have gone a bit overboard. You were excited that you finally got a day off after a long two weeks of working back to back. All he remembered was you sitting pretty on the edge of the bed in a short satin dress he'd never seen before. And the rest...well, suffice it to say those memories would make it hard for him to leave you for work.
Two weeks of involuntary abstinence left you in a rough state. He'd left so many marks on you. He was lucky you were into getting bitten, otherwise he'd have to muzzle himself just to save you skin. Or he'd just be forced to have you more often. You know, just to make sure you both didn't go too long without utter satisfaction. The sight left him with an interesting dichotomy of thoughts to work with in between hero reports. On the one hand, it was a flat turn-on seeing you with his marks in every spot he could reach. But on the other hand, he knew he had to let you heal. Hell, if he wasn't careful, he'd push you tender body to the brink.
So, Sero made it point that he'd leave you alone. You'd go unscathed tonight. You deserved a moment to rest. As Sero stepped through the threshold of your shared home, he let out a deep breath and called out to let you know he was home. He smirked at your lack of response. You were probably napping. He skipped steps on the way to catch a well-deserved peak at your sleeping face. But what he saw caused a neck-breaking double take.
He pushed the door all the way open to get a full view of you on your back. Your phone hovered over your body. Those hickies led a smattering of highways leading over the curve of your shoulders, the tops of your breasts, and the sweet spots on your neck. You'd traded last night's satin dress for his black wife-beater. You made no move to flip over, simply sending him a clueless upside-down stare. You smirked and turned your attention back to your phone, giving it a few taps until Sero felt his own phone vibrate.
You glanced over at him again, only this time, Sero was in the midst of stripping. Screw it. He'd find a new place to bite you, tonight.
-
He couldn't believe it. An entire weekend had come and gone. And it was Monday morning...again. Another eight hours of his life was to be dedicated to serving his community. Kirishima didn't mind too much. For the most part, high profile cases didn't pose too much of a threat as of late, so his time was usually spent settling minor disputes and patrolling the city. He'd woken up a few seconds before his alarm, groaning from the effort of rolling over and stretching his long arm to turn it off. Only when he reached over, the smooth surface of his phone was absent.
Puzzled, he sat up on his elbows to get a look at the bedside table. His fingers were unintentionally tangled in the fabric of your panties. Odd. He looked beside him to confront you, but you weren't there. Odd. And just as he was about to consider that you were in the kitchen, he heard the shower turn on. He scrutinized the door, as if the wood would somehow give a clue as to what was going on, before he relented and made his way to you. There was no way his sleep-addled mind would keep up with whatever trap you were setting.
Kirishima he caught you bent over, and hard at work with fiddling with the faucet. The curve of your backside created a pretty heart, with your center as the forefront. So this is what you were playing at. The man wasn't going to complain with your willingness to show off. Your giggle echoed off the walls, hinting that peek wasn't all he was in for.
"You really couldn't wait until the water got warm?" you tsked, "Must've woken up before your alarm, again,"
Kirishima smirked and wordlessly held up your panties. Instead of explaining, you simply opened the door to the shower, and beckoned him to join you. His smirk deepened as he shut the door behind him. He could figure out what you wanted from here.
-
Denki removed his headphones before exiting his car and heading around back for the groceries. Shopping was a bit overwhelming for him, but he was determined to be there for you. For the both of you. And if that meant scouring the freezer aisle for enough mixed vegetables to hide the ice scream he would inevitably sneak in behind them, then so be it. As he trekked through the door with his arms filled with every bag (he doesn't believe in two trips), Denki found himself at an immediate stand still.
There you were, completely in the nude, and perched on the countertop. His jaw dropped like he had never seen it before. To be quite honest, he rarely gave you the chance to be this forward, as he typically was the one to get something started between you two. It wasn't until your head tilted in question that he realized he had to take the bait.
Denki reacted as if every neuron in his brain was firing off commands faster than his body could catch up. Within seconds, the groceries had migrated from the floor, to the sink, then finally landed on the kitchen island. He even took his keys and wallet out his pockets before he took his shirt off, which got you to giggle. His ears were bright red once he finally got close partly because he had to fight with his headphones around his neck before he succeeded in getting at least half naked for you. The newfound proximity he'd gained gave him enough clarity to land a warm kiss to your lips.
Denki pulled away, panting from his own fiasco, "Hey baby. You should've sent me a pic if you were needy."
"Oh yeah? And would you finish getting the groceries?"
He blinked, already forgetting the errand he'd just gotten back from, "The what?"
-
Shinsou flinched upon feeling your arms snake around his shoulders. He should have figured that you would be in here at some point, wanting his attention. Funnily enough, you only went to find him when he was actively doing something. When he was sleeping, you crawled right next to him under the covers. When he was watching a movie on the couch, you settled right on his lap before the beginning credits ended. And now, a mere thirty minutes into his game, you had your face snuggled in his neck.
It was a comforting notion, knowing that you weren't far behind. He reached for one of your hands to bring to his lips, then laid it on his chest. He set his thumbs back on the buttons, maneuvering his character through the picturesque terrain, mildly aware of the way your hand rubbed slow circles around his heartbeat.
Your lips pressed a cluster of kisses on his neck. Soft and intentional. He found himself straightening a bit more to keep his focus from going lazy. Your touch was hypnotic, which was great when you were cuddling. But as he was fighting for his life in a dungeon crawler, he was set with a difficult decision. Either he'd peel you off him somehow, or he would have to pause the game.
The choices argued for dominance in his head, until you provided the final push. That hand that was on his chest had slowly dragged down down down between his legs. Suddenly, his hand snatched yours, making you squeak. Before you could pull away, Shinsou brought you in for a deep kiss. And with your hand engulfed in his, it was an easy trip from his hips to his hardening groin.
He pulled away with a crooked smile.
"You had my attention, doll," His hand squeezed around yours, "Now you got my interest."
-
Shoto blinked a couple times as he stared at the screen. You had just sent him a photo of a light blue g-string with a metal butterfly at the intersection on the back. The idea was that, when worn, the piece would mimic a tramp stamp. You fidgeted uncontrollably and giddy as the bubbles at the bottom of your screen danced for a little bit before you got an answer.
Shoto: Are these yours? I don't think I seen them before.
You giggle as you send back your bait.
You: No, baby. I was just thinking of getting them.
Shoto: Okay baby. They look nice. Should I get them for you?
He straightened in his seat as he set his phone down. That last message sat there for hours. It didn't make sense. Usually when you wanted something you'd ask straight out. In fact, he didn't even have to ask you send a link to whatever store you clothing came from. You did it automatically, knowing that this was the way he wanted to provide for you. There wasn't any other logical reason for him to be making this much money if not to get you things on a whim. But there wasn't a link. You didn't ask. You didn't even answer his question.
Shoto jumped, as a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in?" he beckoned.
You stepped in with a sweet smile on your face. Shoto popped up and came around the desk to meet you, though he didn't get far. You had gracefully crossed the floor, and within seconds you were already nuzzling his neck. Shoto pressed a kiss to your forehead with a small chuckle.
"What a surprise," he crooned as he wrapped his arms around you, "Why didn't you answer my text, love? Did you get distracted?"
You pulled away slightly, "You could say that,"
Shoto's arms fell by your sides as you put a modicum of space between you. You turned and guided his hands to the hem of your shirt. His cheeks flared up. Here? Now?
"Go ahead, pull it up a little bit," you ushered.
Shoto's eyes flickered up to yours, then at his hands, then back to your eyes.
You giggle, "It's okay baby. Just peek,"
With his lip tucked in his teeth and gently rucked up the back of your shirt. A familiar metal butterfly glistened in the fluorescent lights. He paused for a second. He wasn't sure if it was the heat of your skin frying his brain, or if it was the idea that he knew exactly what you were wearing. But just to be sure, he slipped a finger under the waistband of your jeans a peaked at the light blue string running into your ass.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"How do you like it baby?"
With his hands anchored in you waistband and shirt, he guided you backwards until you were sitting in his lap. You gasped as his finger traveled deeper down the string. His head nuzzled in the corner of your shoulder.
Warnings: unwanted advances, unwanted touching, assault, crude behaviors and words
+ While napping in Sero's room, he goes out to train with the rest of the Bakusquad and a few others. Unbeknownst to you, there is a quirk accident, and Sero is involved. When he comes back, he is acting very out of character. After having enough of his strange behavior, you go to leave, but he doesn't let you. Luckily, he doesn't get to do much.
I groaned as I sat up from a rude awakening from my nap. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
"Aw man. You woke them up." I heard Hanta groan. I looked over at the door. Hartan and Bakugo Were standing there.
"Like I give a damn. Now get your lanky ass moving. We're waiting downstairs." Bakugo said gruffly. He walked away. Hanta sighed and closed the door.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Blasty wants to do some training with some students from other students. So he is demanding we go with him." I chuckled and laid back down, looking up at him. He sat down and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just want to stay here and cuddle with you."
"But you know Bakugo will just come back up here and drag you out himself."
"Yeess!" He whines and gets up. He reaches for his phone. "I guess I better get going. I'll be back wherever. Please stay?"
"Yeah, I'll stay." I said. He nodded and got up walking towards the door. He opened it and I called out behind him. "Have fun!"
"It's blasty. It's going to be..."
"Come on Tape face!" Bakugo's voice came from down the hall.
"Loud and disastrous." Hanta said.
"Bakugo. Can I come?" I heard Todoroki faintly ask.
"NO Half & Half!" I heard Bakugou snap.
"I'll see you later." Hanta said and left. I quickly fell asleep again.
I don't know how long I was asleep but it was completely dark by the time I came too. I felt someone's hand running across my back. I sighed and opened my eyes and saw Hanta sitting next to Me.
"Hi baby." I greeted. He hummed in response. I saw a look in his eyes that was off but I didn't think much of it. "How was the training?"
"Fine." He said bluntly. His hand began to slowly move across my hips. I watched him curiously. The blunt reply is unusual for him.
"Hey are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, Y/N." He said. That struck me as weird. He never calls me by my name. It's always babe, love, or gorgeous. I sat up on my elbows. I noticed a bit of blood and bruising on his forehead. I reached up and ran my thumb over it.
"Did you get hurt training with Bakugo?" He flinched back. He grabbed my wrist tight. He was for sure acting out of character. I pulled free and reached for the lamp. Once on, I looked back at him. The strange look was not the only thing in his eyes. The color of his eyes was wrong. They were purple, not his normal black.
"Baby?" Before I could say anything else, he pounced on me, pressing his lips on mine. I gasped as I fell back onto the bed. He shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss felt all wrong. Not like the Hanta I knew.
"Stop, Hanta." I pushed him a bit. He backed up a bit. His eyes were wild.
"What's wrong, hot stuff? Not in the mood." He grinned seductively. Normally That smile had me weak in the knees but this one was making me sick to my stomach. That made me realize something was very wrong.
"No, not at all." I pushed him off me. He fell onto the bed with a thud as I got up and headed for the door. I opened it and stepped out.
"L/N!" I looked up and saw Kaminari and Jirio standing there, panicked.
"What is it?"
"That's not Sero!" They screamed.
"Shit." I muttered. Before I could do anything, a piece of tape wrapped around my arm and yanked me back into the room and pulled the door closed. I stumbled inside. When I looked back, I saw Sero taping the door shut.
"Who are you?!" I demanded.
"Doesn't matter." He turns and shoots a piece of tape and it wraps around my wrists. He maneuvered the tape, attaching it to the ceiling.
"Fuck!" I muttered as I struggled against the tape. He came towards me and I kicked at him. He grabbed my leg and lunged forward, wrapping my leg around his waist and pressing his body against mine. "Let me go."
"Not a chance! Sero gets you all to himself. Keeps me away from you. I think it's time he shares." Whoever it was snapped as he began to tug on my pants. I struggled against the tape and his hold.
"Whoever you are, this is sick and perverted..."
"Shut up." He interrupted and tapes my mouth shut. I glared at him and my struggling paid off a little bit. The tape on the ceiling let go and I hit him over the head. He groaned, dropping to a knee.
In response, He hit the back of my knees and sent me to the ground. He quickly placed himself over me and pinned me down. With one hand, he began to undo Hanta's belt and screamed to the tape. Before he could do anything more, the door broke in shambles of ice. 'Hanta' spun around and tried to attack with his tape but was grabbed and held in place by Shoji.
"L/N!" Someone screamed my name as two sets of hands helped me up. Todoroki and Jirio helped me to my feet and got me out of the room.
After everything calmed down and we got the tape removed from my mouth and wrists did someone finally tell me what was going on. I was sandwiched between Kaminari and Mina on the couch in the common rooms.
"Mineta?! Mineta and Hanta got switched and Mineta had the idea to try and get with me posing as my boyfriend?!"
"Yep." Bakugo said.
"I knew Mineta was stupid but not that stupid. I knew instantly that something wasn't right with Hanta. He was acting weird, called me by my name, and his eyes were purple."
"We were hoping you would notice something was up right away. You know Sero better than anyone." Kami said as he rubbed my arm. I nodded.
"Yeah." I sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes. I was still on edge and shaky from the ordeal.
Suddenly the room got quiet. I opened my eyes to see Hanta standing near the door with Aizawa. He Looked anxious and had his hands shoved in his pockets. I got up and walked towards him carefully. He stayed put as I got closer. I looked at him hard, trying to see if it was really Hanta or not.
"I am so sorry, babe." He whispered before finally meeting my gaze. I stared at him for a few seconds before running up and hugging him tight. I felt him let out a breath and relax before tightly hugging me back. He buried his face in my neck and took a shuttered breath. I felt little drops hit my shoulder and realized he was crying. I teared up too.
"Hey, I'm okay. I'm not hurt and it's not your fault. Okay?" I pulled back slightly to cup his face.
"I know but I still can't believe that little twerp would try this. In my body no doubt! I can't help But think of what could have happened if..." I kissed him swiftly.
"I know. But it's okay. We're Okay now." He nodded and buried his face again.
"Mineta has been removed from the grounds and Will not be returning." Aizawa spoke up. "I am making sure the proper actions are being taken. I am so sorry that this happened and I am glad you're alright, L/N."
"Thank you, Aizawa sensei." He nodded and left.
"Okay: Now, how about a slumber party movie night in the common room?" Kaminari spoke up. There were multiple yeses before he turned to look at us. "You don't have to but we just want to be there for you in Whatever way we can."
"Babe?" Hanta Looked at me.
"That sounds like a great idea Kami."
"Yes! Get the blankets and pillows!" He jumped up and ran through the common room, nearly falling multiple times. "And you're staying Blasty!"
"I know, I know. Just calm down, crackpot." Bakugo slumped on the couch. After a few minutes, everyone was huddled and cuddled under mounds of blankets and pillows. The lights were off as the movie started.
"Hmm..." I sighed as I relaxed against Hanta's chest. My head was laying on his chest while he ran a hand up and down my back under the blanket.
"Comfy?" Hanta asked softly. I nodded. "Good."
"Love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He kissed my head and he held me tight as we focused on the movie.
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he's a fairly chill dude, his energy is probably just higher around you
the way he instantly smiles and lights up when you walk in the room is obvious to anyone paying attention enough, but you probably just take it as him being friendly because youre so used to it
he would want to spend a lot of time with you. in group hang outs he focuses on you, when hes bored he texts you if you want to hang out
you guys are basically best friends, and you dont realize he doesn't act like this with his other friends
he won't flirt too much, because he is still kind of trying to hide his feelings. hes fairly convinced you don't feel the same and hed rather spare himself the embarassment
but he will compliment you every now and then, and he hopes you dont notice him blushing when he calls you pretty
Todoroki
kind of confused at first, but once he realizes what he's feeling he feels like he needs to hide it and get over it
he knows why he likes you, youre great, but he doesn't feel equipped to figure out how to deal with this, even if you happened to like him back
after a few months of this crush though he does start to actually consider what it would be like to date you. the idea of getting close with someone like that is intriguing
for the most part he is great at hiding it, except to a few people like Denki and Kirishima who quickly realize the ever so slight smile when he sees you
eventually he realizes he just needs to tell you, as much as he knows hed be upset if you didnt return the feelings, keeping it hidden just makes him think about it non stop. At least if he gets it off his chest, he doesnt have to worry about it anymore
Luckily theres a good chance of you liking him back :)
SUM. : Sero making sure you eat a full meal and casually being dominant in the process
TW : mentions of eating disorder - not eating/skipping meals
LENGTH : 0.7k
Sero knows all your bad habits, your worst one being that you forget to eat so often it’s come to the point where you hardly have a stomach for a moderate meal. It irks him knowing you’re like this, especially when he knows the exact reason why. If he could turn back time he’ll give the rat bastard responsible for your insecurities the beating of a life time. The realisation that he couldn’t even do that irks him more.
Nevertheless, Sero also happens to know your other habits. One being that you like to read your mangas in his room after dinner. It’s the perfect opportunity for him to counter your aforementioned custom of partially skipping meals.
“Finish your food,“ Sero voices from his bed, the body of his guitar nestled in his crossed legs as calloused fingers play a small and broken but euphonic tune.
With a huff, you glare down at the sheepishly eaten plate of food beside you on Sero’s woven rug. An eccentric centre piece to his space that you’ve always found homier than your own.
“But-” before your full protest could slip past your pouting lips, Sero cuts you off with an ice-cold stare, rivalling your half-hot, half-cold friend. Under your breath, your begrudgingly murmur, “‘m not even hungry...”
You don’t think he hears you but he does.
“Finish. Your. Food.” Sero doesn’t raise his voice at you, he never has and you don’t think he ever will but he is stern. Unmoving and stony like his obsidian black eyes. And with those same eyes, he sees you give into his demands, beginning to pick up your utensils before casting a longing look at your abandoned manga, “finish eating, your manga isn’t going anywhere,”
“Neither is my food...”
“Enough. Eat.” you don’t move to do anything until Sero takes it upon himself to discard his guitar with a deep sigh. Moving off his bed, he makes his way to sit behind you, caging you in between his outstretched legs. One strong arm circles your waist and pulls you closer as the other brings your plate of food to his side.
You have fully resigned yourself to his care, pouting the entire time but there’s a twinkle in your eyes that deeply appreciates his attentiveness. You love him truly and, from his actions, you feel as though it’s mutual. Not just anyone would care for you like this and you’ve never seen him extend such loving attention to anyone else but you.
“Come on, Querida,” he lifts a mouthful of food to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth so he can feed you. His voice is gentle and soft but still rough against the shell of your ear. You hope he can’t feel how hot the tips of your ears have become from the whispering touch of his voice. There’s nothing to do but comply, internally buzzing in glee when you feel the baritone hum of approval resonate from his chest, followed by an - “Attagirl,”
You eat every small and short spoonful he lifts to your lips, pacing the duration of the meal for you as you slowly get back to reading your manga. If every meal was as enjoyable as this, you wouldn’t hesitate to eat six full meals a day rather than the typical three.
He is a gentle but uncompromising force the entire time, feeding you until all the food is gone and he can finally set the utensils down. You don’t realise you’ve eaten the whole meal until he’s pulling you close and tucking his face into your neck with a deep inhale. Sero loves the way you smell, almost too sweet but not, milky and vanilla but also floral. It suits you well. The causation is lost on him - does he like you because of your pleasant smell or does he like the smell because it belongs to you? Is it even a question worth pondering? It should matter because it’s you consuming his thoughts and nothing else.
Cutting off his thoughts, you turn in his arms and hug him around his broad shoulders, “I’m sorry,” you speak into his neck, muffling your words into his skin, ashamed of your behaviour. Why did you have to be so difficult for the people you love and care for?
“Don’t be,” he loves caring for you like this; it astounds him why you ever feel the need to apologise, he’d feed you every meal if he could, “querida?” he voices when you don’t respond.
“I-“ love you...
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” he’ll coax the confession out of you some day, you’re sure of it. He has that affect on you.
A/N : you can’t tell me that Sero isn’t a soft dom because he is! I will die on that hill! also, i’m sorry i’m on and off, approaching the due date for my thesis/dissertation, i’m finding it difficult to find the time to write anything unless it’s a quick scenario i can’t get out of my head like this one anyway, i’ll see you all in June/July when I’ll hopefully be graduating!
BABY WHATS HAS BEEN BOTHERING YOU??? DO I HAVE TO BEAT ANYONE UP?
ALSO THANK UOU OH MY GOD IM IN LOVE WITH SERO. if you feel up to it would you write a little Drabble on roommate/best friend! Sero x reader where they are literally such close friends but sero is a RELENTLESS tease (bc I fucking live for teasing). Maybe also if you wanted to add some bits in there with a whole bunch of cuddling & the reader being super affectionate w Sero? Just some good ol’ banter and fluff<3I hope you’re feeling better my love, I’m wishing you all the best❤️❤️ -pip anon
LITERALLY LIVE LAUGH LOVE FOR TEASY!SERO MATE
Also this is a fookin novel I’m so SORRY-
A/N hiya! Future Emmy here! So. This is REAAAAAALLY long because I have no self control. Grab some popcorn and a drink because goOD GOD- also not so much a drabble as like. A series of how I think ish went but pLEASE feel free to send me more 🥲
It was just after college, me thinks, when you moved in together. He was a cousin of a friend of a friend who needed a roommate, and you were the broke student who also needed a roommate.
He honestly was amazed you two clicked at all, you didn’t seem like the kinda person who would be into his teasing ways and banter, but you had this knack for it, you were able to fire back almost any garbage tease and flirt he’d throw your way.
So much so that… it almost becomes natural.
He’s not sure when you started to laugh in place of snapping back at his flirts. He’s not sure when you started making plans for the two of them, rather than just the one.
He does, however, know when you started to cuddle him. It was like, three in the morning, you two had been binging whatever sillyass show Denki told him to watch, and at some point, you knocked out.
Sero only knew that you had, when you’d nuzzled into his shoulder and a line of drool fell from your lips and onto his hand. He wrapped his arm around you and the way you curled into him just… it felt so sweet. He didn’t think anything of it, though.
Until you did it again. This time, in his bed, when you’d watched too many documentaries about those damned serial killers- look, he gets that they’re addicting, but come on, at night?- and you were terrified to go to sleep.
So, you crept into his bed, gently nudging him and asking if he could hold you, which had him blinking in confusion. You felt that safe with him?
He smirks, “little baby too scared of the dark?”
“Shut up, you’re scared of clowns.”
He snorts, “alright. Shut up and come here.” He opened one of his arms and immediately, you were out like a light, once again drooling slightly on his chest when you kept your mouth open too long.
And it really, really became a thing. You stopped asking to crawl into his bed, you just kind of. Did, because it was comfier and warmer, and he was a great cuddler he didn’t seem to mind it, so you just took the matters into your own hands and climb in.
Even on couches, flopping on top of him and burrowing into his chest, to which he instinctively wraps his long arms around you.
“Y’know,” he mumbles, fingers scratching your scalp, “if I wanted something stinky to lay on my chest, I’d get a damn cat.”
“You love me and you know it.”
Sure enough, as payback for throwing that four letter word into the apartment space, he started flopping down on you, making you groan and wheeze with laughter every time. He started coming into your space and shoving his cold hands under your shirt to make you scream- even worse when he shoves his feet down the back of your sweats, fucking menace- because why did you have to throw out that word? That word should be banished from your home space, saged away like a demon, kept locked in a basement far, far away.
But he doesn’t say all of that. Because you’re right, and he’s almost positive you feel the same way, because for as much as he leans in to kiss your head, you lean up to peck his lips.
He’s laying down on his stomach, you come over to bite at his ticklish neck.
He turns over in his sleep, you instantly toss your arms around him to spoon him right back.
He’s got feelings for you, and you don’t really hide yours from him.
But but bUT BECAUSE HE doesn’t know what to call… whatever it is you’re doing, so he’s also like. Uber protective over your friendship and the labels of whatever dynamic you share. The first time he had his friends over after you moved in with him, you tried your best to keep out of their way, wanting him to have his time with his friends outside of you.
And from your bedroom, you hear them cheering and yelling at whatever sport they’d put on the screen, the cracking of soda’s and the dings of the oven rang through your small apartment. You can only smirk and shake your head when it’s all silent and suddenly, a roar of laughter can be heard from the living room.
Your phone vibrates at some points or another, and it’s all from Sero, checking in and asking begging you if you would like to come out.
Slum Lord 🧡 you sure you don’t wanna come out for some munchies?
you don’t have to stay long, promise
i know your dumbass didn’t take any food in your cave when you went in 🙄
the boys don’t bite
ok MAYBE denks bit midoriya once, but he shouldn’t have had his fingers there.
he knew better smh
SENT oh my god wILL YOU SHUT UP IF I DO?
Slum Lord 🧡 no, but I think it’s funny you thought it would :)
And, even if it’s just to appease him, you roll your eyes and push yourself out of bed- sweatpants and bed head and all- and shuffle out to meet them before shambling back to bed to leave them be. But there’s no way to hide the smile that spreads on your cheeks when instantly at hearing your door open, Sero’s head tips back against the couch to look at you, a teasy smirk on his cheeks.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” he says, chuckling. “Good to see you got all pretty for my friends.”
“I already pay you to live here,” you snort, making your way to the kitchen. “I don’t have to look presentable anymore.”
“That’s fair.” He quickly introduces all his friends who honestly look… bewildered. Not necessarily because you were disheveled, but because of the way Sero just… looks at you.
As soon as you were in the kitchen, he hops up on his feet to meet you in there, his arms tossing around your waist while you heat up one of the pieces of pizza, “you wanna hang out, watch the rest of the game with us? Quarter and a half left, if you wanted to.”
“It’s alright,” you hum back. Your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, “you have fun with your friends. You know where I’ll be.”
“Fine,” Sero grumbles. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something his friends can’t hear.
“You were little spoon last night!” You whine.
And still, from the living room, all his friends do is just. Watch. Bakugou tries to peel his gaze from the scene every once in a while, Todoroki blushing furiously because it’s weirdly intimate banter for roommates in a kitchen, but for the most part, they stay silent and just observe the dynamic. It’s almost like the shouldn’t be there, but it’s like a car crash, they can’t look away even if they should.
The way Sero sways subtly with you to pass the time of your cooking pizza, the squeak you let out when he nips at your ear, the way he’s got you encased in his grip like you’d disappear if he didn’t.
It’s not how roommates act at all, they think.
But it’s most definitely how a couple acts.
Especially when the interaction ends with a soft kiss on your head before you pad back into your bedroom, the group comes down to two conclusions:
Sero is hiding your relationship status, or you’re both too dumb to see the sparks practically flying.
And if they want answers, they better start poking.
“So,” Denki sings, grinning knowingly at his friend once he sits back down. “You never told me your roomie was so cute.”
Sero’s eyes immediately shot over to the blonde in a form of a glare, but he shifted in his seat to try and stay comfortable. “Didn’t think it would be important information. That’s not why I gave them the room, anyways.” His arms cross over the back of his head as he leans back, eager to stop this conversation. “And don’t call them cute. That ego of theirs is too fuckin’ big already.”
“That why you hid them away for so long?” Bakugou pokes, smirking. From the floor, Mina and Midoriya chuckle, and Sero glares at them with everything he has to make them shut up.
Not that it works, but it was a good effort.
“I didn’t ‘hide’ anyone,” he scoffs. “You dickheads just never come over. Could’ve met ‘em months ago.”
Unconvinced, Denki hums and takes a sip of his drink; he’s always been able to read Sero like a book- he wasn’t fooling him any time soon.
Todoroki leaned back in his seat, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. “But, in that case… you are implying that you do find them cute, yeah?”
Sero popped one of his eyes back open; he eyed his friends for a moment, but deciding to keep any form of illusion still alive, he shrugs and lets a wide grin ease over his cheeks.
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.
