༺♡༻ unwind | h. sero
s: you get so stressed sometimes and it’s up to your “best friend” sero to help you relax a little.
warnings: mdni 18+ (they’re third years in this), fwb, mentions of weed, smoking, smut w plot, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving)
inspired by: “Everlong” by Foo Fighters
w.c: 3.8k
a/n: this is actually one of my wattpad works that i altered a little so i hope you guys like it 🫶🏾
✧･ﾟ༺♡༻ ･ﾟ✧
you'd been pretty damn stressed lately. with exams fast approaching, you'd been trying to balance studying on top of the work that's starting to pile up. not to mention the ruthless quirk training that left you feeling sore and weak all over. it was all just...too much.
you tried your hardest to manage, and for a while, it worked. barley, but barley was better than nothing. but today? you snapped. one wrong tone, one wrong button pushed, and you were done.
the second class was over you put down everything, heading straight to his room. why? because you two had been best friends for forever now, clicking the first day you met at UA.
sure, sometimes you two were more like friends with benefits—refusing to admit your feelings even though you both knew good and well. however, that was besides the point. you knew he could cheer you up. he always did. which was exactly why you went to him.
when you finally made it there you practically barged in, flopping down onto his bed like it was your own. you let out a loud groan, the whiny sound muffled by his pillows.
meanwhile Sero was sitting at the foot of his bed, scrolling through his phone. he'd just been texting a few of his friends, talking about literal nonsense with Kaminari when he heard you bust into his room.
maybe he should've been more caught off guard by it. but honestly? he wasn't. didn't even bat an eyelash at your sudden presence. he was used to it by now. he wasn't complaining though. not at all. after all, his door was always open for you. only you. he glanced back to where you were sprawled out on his bed, grinning.
but when he heard your little whine, his smirk faltered just a little. his head tilted, slow and curious. he sighed, having a feeling he already knew what this was. he'd had he sent one last quick text saying, "alr man, i'll hit ya later". then he tossed his phone to the side, giving you his full attention.
he climbed into the bed beside you, back against the headboard. he leaned back casually, running a rough hand through his messy sleek strands. then he spoke, voice so low it was nearly a hum.
"...rough day, hermosa?" he asks, a hint of genuine worry laced in his otherwise nonchalant tone. but when you didn't answer and only let out another annoyed groan in response, he knew something was wrong. he sighed again, before reaching out. his touch was gentle yet firm, slowly turning you over until you were facing upright.
"cmon, up you get." he coaxes softly. you couldn't resist, even if you wanted to. not with that soothing voice of his. when he finally managed to maneuver you so that you were sitting up beside him he got closer, finger on your chin to make you face him. "talk to me, baby." he mutters.
you looked away stubbornly, not wanting to say anything. or rather, not wanting to go through the tiring process of telling him what had you so uptight lately. but when he called you baby and gave you that look that silently said "don't be a brat", you couldn't argue. you let out a long, slow breath, then caved.
you scooted closer, then spilled. you told him everything—the shitload of work you had, the hero studies you had to finish, your worries about exams, your family being on your ass all the time, your quirk not acting the way it should...it was all just a lot. his expression softened the more he listened, his usual teasing look fading into something more understanding.
Sero stayed quiet the whole time, letting you get it out. he could tell you needed it. when you finally seemed to finish he was quiet for another moment, before ultimately deciding to speak.
"damn...should've told me sooner, y'know. i could've helped before things got this bad." he mutters more to himself than you, hand lowering back to his side.
you simply sighed, glancing away. like you knew he was right, and stubbornly didn't want to admit it. but then you muttered under your breath.
"...i guess." you murmur, quiet and almost reluctant. sure, he was right: you should've just told him—let him in before things got out of hand. but you hated doing that. hated admitting that you needed help. it made you feel all weak and mushy.
he simply shook his head at your reluctant agreement, amused. it was so you. he wrapped an arm around you, gently pulling you against his side in attempt to comfort you with his presence. his thumb gently rubbed your side, mindless fidgeting that felt purposeful before he spoke.
"so...you want me to help you fix it or just help you relax for a while?" he asks, voice low and understanding. he knew better than anyone that sometimes you didn't even want your problems fixed right that instant. sometimes you just wanted comfort. you were complicated like that. but honestly, he didn't mind. never did.
you let him pull you in, curling up against his side. you didn't even have to think twice about his question.
"relax." you mumble into his shoulder, seeking his warmth.
Sero couldn't help the little grin that grew on his face, sly and devious. it was clear he had something in mind.
"oh, i can do that..." he trails off, voice lowering playfully as he reached over into his nightstand with his free hand.
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that's how you ended up here: head resting in his lap, eyes red, clothes tumbled, and with the faint smell of weed clinging to you both.
Sero was still slouched against the headboard, smirking down at you lazily. his slender fingers laced in your hair, brushing through the messy strands in a way that calmed you while you drifted to who knows where.
"feelin' better...?" he asks, slightly hoarse from the smoke in his lungs. it gave his voice this subtle rasp that made your heart do flips.
"mhm...s'much better..." you murmur with a slow nod, leaning into his soothing touch. you glanced up, looking up at him with half-lidded, hazy eyes.
it wasn't often that you did stuff like this with him. mostly because you just didn't have the time. but right now you desperately needed the break. and oh, was he giving it to you. you shared almost an entire blunt down to the roach, along with the occasional hits of his pen. not a lot, but enough to make a lightweight like you feel buzzed in all the right ways.
you curled closer, seeking out his warmth. your arms wrapped around his slim waist, face buried in his chest. you inhaled deeply, taking in his comforting scent: smoke, citrus, and something uniquely him. you sighed contently, mumbling into him.
"mm...'m so fuzzy, hanta..." you mutter with a little giggle, refusing to let go of him.
Sero raised an eyebrow, slightly caught off guard. it wasn't often that you called him by his first name. but damn, did he love it. he let you snuggle up to him, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other still tangled in your hair. the fingers in your hair stilled, while the other hand began lightly rubbing your back.
"yeah..? you're so giddy, mami." he mumbles with a little laugh, pulling you closer with a grin.
you just rolled your eyes when he called you giddy. but deep down, you knew he was right. you always got like this when you were high—clingy and giggly, every single time without fail. but you weren't complaining though. and neither was he.
he took another hit from his pen, turning his head to blow the smoke in the opposite direction. all the while his hand continued rubbing your back, a gentle comfort. however as he did, he couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in your shoulders. he tilted his head, curious, before he sighed.
"still so tense...ya gotta unwind a little." he murmurs, tone a mix of teasing and slight concern.
you internally sighed when he mentioned you still being tense, mostly because you knew it was true. it was like you just couldn't allow yourself to fully relax, even now when you were high as a damn kite. god, it was frustrating. and Sero? he wasn't having one bit of it.
without another word his hands drifted down to your waist, lifting you with ease. you landed softly in his lap, only then realizing that he was getting you to straddle him. you froze slightly, having not expected that. but when you felt his large hands start gently rubbing your sides, trying to get you to relax, you caved. you settled onto him with a nervous giggle, still willing despite the sudden racing of your heart.
his dark eyes softened a little at the sound of your giggles and the feel of you finally relaxing into his lap. good. it was working. he continued holding you like that, gaze never straying from yours. then finally, he spoke.
"just follow me, kay? 'm gonna help you relax a bit..." he says quietly, smirking to himself. he watched for another moment, making sure you were good before he went for it.
he took another hit from his pen and without any warning at all, smashed his lips onto yours. it was more eager than actually aggressive, like he'd been holding back for years. honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you found out he had.
but still your eyes widened anyway, having not expected that at all. but what you really didn't expect was the sudden warmth, feeling him slowly blow the smoke into your open mouth. for a moment you remained frozen, stunned. and then? you melted.
you let out a soft sound against his lips, one you didn't even know you were capable of making. you breathed in, taking everything he gave you. and the way he smirked against your lips made your stomach twist in the best way possible.
Sero pulled away, forehead resting against yours. "hold it in for me.” he mumbled lowly, eyes opening just enough to see if you'd listen. and of course, you did, holding it until you felt like you'd choke and was forced to exhale it.
your eyes opened and slowly met his gaze, half-lidded and needy. sure, you were always a bit clingy when you were high. but this was another level of want. your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer.
"...again..." was all you could manage to mutter out in your slightly dazed state.
that only made his grin widen, thumbs gently rubbing your hips—a small attempt to keep you in this mushy little state.
"heh...liked that, didn't ya?" he teases, seeing the way your eyes got all dark and needy. but honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. he obeyed without question, lips finding yours once again. you breathed in as he breathed out, softening under his touch.
you just couldn't help it. the weed combined with the natural taste of his lips had your head spinning in the best way possible. that time you didn't pull away, lips starting to move against his. hesitant, but greedy anyway.
Sero froze slightly, grip momentarily tightening on your hips. now that was unexpected. but damn, did he love it. he responded just as eagerly, pulling you closer as he kissed you deeply. his eyes fluttered shut, mind suddenly feeling much more clouded. he'd be lying if he said his heart wasn't pounding in his chest now.
you felt his grasp tighten on you. only for a second, but enough to make your breath hitch. your tongue prodded at his lips, begging for entry. entry that he granted a little too eagerly. finally getting a good taste of him, you couldn't help the little sigh you let out into his mouth.
he ate up all the little noises you were making, loving that he could pull such out of you. that he could get you to finally relax like this—and most of all, that he was the only one who could. his warm hands slipped under your shirt to feel your skin, tongue fighting with yours messily.
at some point he pulled away, desperately needing air. he didn't stray far though, head dipping to kiss and nip at your neck. his breath was warm, coming in short puffs against your skin. all the while his hands were still wandering, feeling everywhere.
you let out a little whine when you felt him pull away, only to melt into a moan as he began sucking and kissing over your sensitive skin. a shiver ran through you, but not from the cold. from the sheer desperation you felt. you bit your lip hard, trying so damn hard to keep quiet. but when you felt his fingers slip into your waistband, you nearly lost it.
Sero fingers dipped into your shorts, tugging gently at the waistband. "mmh...these gotta go, ma." he murmurs against your jaw, a demand that sounded more like a needy plea.
you nodded a little too quickly, hips lifting to let him slide them off. he threw them somewhere in his room, not caring where they landed. you buried your flushed face in the crook of his neck, desperately trying to hold it together. your lips found his neck, wandering in attempt to keep from crying out as his fingers began to tease right where you needed him most.
he couldn't hide the little groan he let out, free hand tightening its grasp on your hip at the mere feel of you: soft, warm, and already drenched.
"fuck, baby...already soaked for me?" he murmurs, watching your panties dampen more and more under his touch.
you just pouted at his teasing, squirming as the heat in your tummy pooled at his touch.
"shut up...i blame the weed.." you mutter with a shaky whine. though, your bratty tone contrasted the way your hips bucked into his hand in a desperate attempt for more.
"yeah right," he huffs out sarcastically, grin widening at the sound of your whine. you were so damn annoying—a needy little brat when you got high and needy like this. but honestly, he just found it amusing. or rather, the way your words were replaced by little mewls when his fingers pushed your panties to the side and began rubbing your sensitive clit. he felt your hips shift into his hand again, starting to rock against him more rhythmically. his free hand began gently guiding your hips, encouraging it.
"there you go, ma...that's it...use me." he drawls, voice low beside your ear in a way that made your chest tight. his praise only urged you on, grinding desperately into his palm. you felt his finger slowly slide in, curling up in you to hit that spongy spot that made your toes curl. and just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away. you whined at the sudden loss, frustration building.
"Hantaaa..." you grumble, pouting against his neck. your hips shifted against nothing, trying so hard to fill that ache within you. "cmonnn...you're so mean.." you murmur, practically glaring at him.
and him? he laughed at your pouting. actually laughed. amused, lazy, and cruel. god, did he love seeing you get needy for him. he simply rolled his eyes at your weak pleas, muttering under his breath.
"i'm helping you out and i'm the mean one? yeah...i think that weed's gettin' to ya, baby." he murmurs, eyes narrowing playfully as he watched you huff and hide your face against him in retaliation. he brushed off your antics, instead focusing on his initial intentions. he brought up the hand he'd pulled away, lifting it to his mouth. without hesitation he dipped two fingers past his lips, getting a good taste of you.
he couldn't help the way his eyes rolled back, letting out a muffled moan around his fingers. his tongue wrapped around the digits, lapping up every last bit of your sweet taste. meanwhile you sat and watched with wide, still red eyes. now that was unexpected. but what was more unexpected was the way it your stomach do this weird twist that had you squirming a little. you swallowed thickly, any words you had before now dying on your tongue.
before you even had a chance to fully compose yourself, he was already shifting positions. you just sat back, heart pounding so loud in your chest you swore it was trying to escape. you watched as he settled himself between your legs, and you quickly realized what he was doing. your eyes widened yet again, not sure if you should shove him away or pull him in closer.
"H-Hanta...?!" you stutter out, the suddenness of it all very sobering. but before you could protest any further he was kissing gently at your dripping cunt, before pulling away with a lazy smirk and a murmur.
"shh, baby...just take it...'m gonna make you feel s'much better, okay...? gonna help you relax..." he practically babbles, already licking his lips at the sight before him. but even then, he still refused to go any further without knowing that you were okay. without confirmation that you wanted this—especially since you two weren't really anything official.
you hesitated, blinking down at him with wide eyes. you couldn't help but be a bit nervous. after all, you two weren't still technically no more than friends. but dammit, you couldn't deny him. not when he was looking at you like that; wide pleading eyes, and nearly drooling all over you. not to mention the fact that you could already feel yourself clenching desperately around nothing, unable to sit still.
you swallowed thickly, the rapid pacing of your heart echoing in your ears. but you were quick to give in. your nervous hand reached down, tangling in his tousled black hair. without a second thought you gently pushed his head closer, a silent sign.
a sign that Sero happily listened to. his head dipped lower, hands on your thighs to hold you still as he ate like a man starved. a mix of your slick and his saliva spilled down his chin, leaving him messy. but when did he ever care about getting a little dirty? he let out a muffled groan against your glistening cunt, nose grinding against your sensitive bud as he inched closer.
meanwhile you were left squirming helplessly, one hand gripping the sheets beneath you and the other gripping his hair; needing something to hold onto as his tongue curled deeper. you tried to speak, but was cut off by your own moans and whimpers as your hips tried to chase his touch.
it didn't take long for you to reach your peak. not at all. but how could it when his tongue was fucking you so damn good? your grip tightened, back arching off the bed. you bit your lip, muffling your cries as you tried your hardest to hold out for just a moment longer.
but Sero wasn't having it. feeling you tremble around his tongue he doubled his efforts, fingers starting to gently pump in and out of you to add to the pressure. he sucked hard, his little groan vibrating against you in the best way. he pulled away just enough to speak, mumbling into your pussy. "cmon, sweet thing...let go for me..."
and at that, you broke. you came with a sharp cry of his name, body spasming as sweet release washed over you. he rode you through it while his own hips bucked into the mattress, a weak attempt to get some friction on his own rock hard dick. you made a mess of his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to care. if anything it only urged him on, greedily slurping everything you gave him until you collapsed back onto the bed with a shaky sigh.
you were left twitching and sensitive, a quiet whine leaving your lips. your grip on his hair loosened as you relaxed, face flushed from both the aftershocks and the slight embarrassment of how needy you got all of a sudden. but he wasn't judging. no, he just pulled away with a satisfied smirk, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. one that you gladly leaned into.
Sero reached over, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe his face and clean the mess between your legs. you just let him, trying not to squirm too much from how sensitive you felt now. he was being so very gentle with you now, eyes so much softer. but still, he held that usual tease. honestly, when did he not? but still, you wouldn't change it for anything.
when he was done he threw it in the laundry bin across the room and went right back next to you. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side gently. his eyes wandered over your face in appreciation thumbs gently rubbing your hip in attempt to comfort you.
"you alright ma...? feelin’ better now?" he asks, genuinely meaning it despite the smirk on his face. after all, the whole point of this was to get you to relax for once. you nodded without even thinking, cuddling up to his side. you tugged his blanket up over you, head finding its way to his chest. he left you messed up in the best way possible—spent, sweaty, and completely lax in his arms. but damn, did you love it.
"mhm...i needed that..." you mumble. at that, he could only grin wider. Sero pulled you closer, planting another soft kiss on your temple. too soft for two people that were "just friends". but both of you knew better after all that just happened anyway. you’d figure out what that meant for you two later. for now, you two focused on each other. he chuckled quietly to himself at your words, voice low against your ear.
"oh, i know. had you cryin' for me." he mumbles, more to himself than you. but you heard it anyway, and of course rolled your eyes in response.
but still, that didn't stop you from snuggling closer. especially not now, when you were practically half asleep. you couldn't help the soft little yawn that escaped your lips, eyes suddenly so much heavier. did he really do you so good that you were falling asleep within seconds after? but honestly, you weren't complaining. and neither was he. he just smiled, finding the sight of you so fucked out oddly endearing.
"you tired, baby?" he asks, voice quieting. like he was trying not to disturb the girl that was practically already asleep in his arms. and when you nodded and mumbled some sleepy, incoherent response into his chest, he knew you were out cold. good. you deserved it.
