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dolliedarlin · 11 months
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BNHA | HANTA S. ⏤10:54
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PAIR. : Sero x Reader
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
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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. 
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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! 
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NAVI.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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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.
“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”
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yourlovermori · 1 year
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@sailewhoremoon THOUGHTS?
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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.
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loner4-life · 2 years
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Bakusquad Cuddling HCs
Tags: just wholsome fluff
Bakugou 💥
Ah yes, our favorite old man who goes to bed at 8:30.
I feel like he would be the kind to lay on his back while you spoon his side.
 His arm draped over your shoulders as you both soundly slept. 
His other arm under his head while your cheek rests on his chest. 
You like to listen to his heartbeat while you cuddleSomething about the steady beats comforts you.
I feel like he is a human furnace but that doesn't bother you, it's cozy.
Kirishima 🦈
Oh this sweet ray of sunshine, he would definitely be big spoon.
He likes the idea of protecting you.He likes feeling your body against his, your warmth, hearing your breaths.
He loves it.
He likes to intertwine your fingers with his and hold them to your chest.
He loves the intimacy of cuddling because he gets to be so close to you, but not in a filthy way.
While he loves the sinful night's  just as much, but to him nothing beats just being one with you like this.
Sero 📼
The best boy (my husband) 
Sero would be the kind where you both face each other and hold one another.
His arms around your shoulder, yours around his waist.
Your legs tangled in each other's.
We all know he's a tall Boi, so he would rest his chin on the top of your head.
You like to run your fingers through his soft hair as he snores softly.
And if it happens to be you who falls asleep first he likes to look and appreciate you.
But in a non-creepy way of course, he likes to trace his thumb across your cheek or will tuck small hairs behind your ear.
Kaminari ⚡️
Denki likes to cuddle you similar to Hanta.
Except he likes to rest his head against your tummy.
Denki snores, like not dad snores but they're there.
You find them cute rather than annoying however.
He likes to be a little spoon as well.
He likes being treated like the prince he is.
Although if you want to be a little spoon he'll happily oblige.
Mina 👽
This queen likes to lay in your lap with her head on your belly while you lay on your back,or vise versa.
She likes feeling your legs on either side of her.
She also likes the comfort of you playing with her hair while she sleeps.
She'd hate to admit it but she likes it when you mess with her horns.
She used to people poking fun at them but you admire them, You think they're cool.
She loves it when you sleep in her lap as well.
She likes feeling the rise and fall of your breaths on her stomach.
A/N (if you made it this far HI! it me the author, if you read my previous work Mistress 🖤 I'm sorry to say I might not be continuing it. Long stories are hard for me at the moment because I'm a little out of practice when it comes to writing so I do apologize, however I will be taking requesting and doing headcannons such as this! I hope you stick around to see what other sinful things I write ;) )
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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You were never a big fan of oranges. You didn’t hate them, sure, but you weren’t crazy about them like your boyfriend Hanta seemed to be. Nevertheless, with him spending the night at your place more often than not, oranges have snuck their way onto your weekly shopping list (usually scrawled along the bottom in Sero’s awful handwriting) and into your daily breakfast routine.
You’re blinking the sleep from your eyes when Hanta pushes an orange in your direction. You eye it carefully, drowsily sipping from your mug of coffee before carefully taking it into your palm. Your movements are sluggish as you try to peel the fruit in question, and with all the skill of a toddler trying to color in the lines, you start picking the skin off in uneven, tiny chunks.
The warm Saturday sun bathes your skin in a golden glow, accentuating the cute, sleepy expression that washes over your face with each moment that passes. Sero watches as your mouth quirks into a pout, the pile of orange peel in front of you growing painfully slowly. You’re getting frustrated, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you suffer like this.
“Here baby,” he calls gently, curling his fingers around your own. “Let me do it.”
You relinquish control of your orange easily, watching in awe as Sero salvages enough of the skin to remove it in one curled strip. Quietly, sweetly, he says, “There ya go,” and adds your peel to his pile. As he drops the now skinless fruit into your waiting hand, he pulls the other into his own and brings it to his lips, delicately kissing your fingertips, your palm.
That morning, you share breakfast in peaceful silence that’s only broken when your days must start, when you have to trade the warm, comforting embrace of your apartment for the outside world. Hanta presses a kiss to your lips and one to the tip of your nose before disappearing out the door with the promise to treat you to yakisoba when he gets off work later.
The smell of Hanta’s cologne lingers in the air long after he’s said his goodbyes, and as you sit at your kitchen table, ready to stew over your shopping list for the week to come, there’s one thing that goes right at the top: oranges.
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aquadenks · 2 years
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Sero x reader | sfw cuddling
You’re on your back, laying on your bed reading when Sero comes in to hug you. Doesn’t even get on the bed, just bends to lay his torso on yours, arms sliding under your shoulders and face tucked in your neck, but his feet are still firmly planted on the floor, butt sticking in the air when you peek over his shoulder. You hide a laugh from him, grinning so big it makes your cheeks hurt. His hair tickles your face and shoulder, warm breath on your skin — it’s cosy. Your arms rest over his shoulders, book closed on a finger to hold your page as you lay it on his back.
“How has your day been?” you ask, feeling soft under the weight of his embrace. It’s like you’re really home now he’s with you.
“Good. Better now.”
“Mhm. Wanna actually lay down with me?”
“Yes. Want to, so much,” he mumbles. His knees are folding as he climbs over you, not detaching at all, holding you as he drapes his long legs onto the mattress between your thighs and he sighs.
You run your fingers in his hair with your free hand. “Can I finish this chapter?”
“Mmm. Keep reading, baby, s’long as you like. Just wanna hold you.”
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afairywithacrown · 2 years
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Does this mha boy knows how to kiss?
summary: I’ll tell you the headcanons i have for each when comes to kissing
Part I part III
warnings: SUGGESTIVE like really suggestive. Fluff but suggestive Graphic description of kissing???
Characters: Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Sero Hanta
Denki Kaminari:
We all know he has never kissed a person in his entire life but to your surprise, he isn’t that bad.
Sure he moves more than he should and over uses his tongue but is mostly because he is inexperienced.
Handsy, he keeps touching and grabbing everything and anything he can, i don’t think you mind though.
You can bet after the kiss he is running to tell sero about it (do you know the scene in friends were Joey has sex with that girl he liked and runs to monica’s to tell about it leaving her alone? well yeah, exactly like that)
Tamaki Amajiki:
No, he doesn’t even move.
Your first kiss was really awkward, not even awkward sweet it was straight out awkward.
He stood there like this 🧍🏻
But after that experience he started to catch up. Not like he isn’t awkward and nervous and about to trow up when the moment comes, but still he is willing to learn.
Yes, he told everything about it to mirio and he had to make the biggest effort to not laugh because he’ll knew Tamaki would get upset.
Sero Hanta:
He knows.
He doesn’t just only knows, he learns about your personal preferences. Do you prefer to have control? Alright. Do you want it to be sweet? He makes sure is the sweetest kiss you have ever experience.
Kisses you out of nowhere anywhere. Probably you are chatting with the bakusquad and if there is a moment of silence he takes the opportunity to steal a kiss.
Like Kirishima, little innocent kisses can turn out into make out sessions just to see your fluster reaction.
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r2katsu · 2 years
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𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑
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WC: 1037 words
mha m.list | gn!reader | light angst
tw: mentions of alcohol
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You roommate and crush you've been pinning over finally came back home and of course he's fucking drunk again just by the sounds of him hanging on to the wall for balance and lazily walking to the bathroom you could hear him puking out all the alcohol he consumed at the party it's not even a good amount for him to sober up. He came home when you were in the living room couch of the dorm getting some work done since it's easier to get it done at night when Sero goes out to have his frat parties with his friends. By the way he didn't notice you on the couch he's wasted.
You heard some stuff falling and getting even more agitated you scolded yourself not to help him just like always you're sick and tired of acting like a babysitter to him every time he came home. You bury your face in your work, keeping a firm on not helping him and just hoping he'd just pass out on the couch. "Y/n?" You heard him call out to you, the way he talks when he's drunk is frustrating you even more almost every damn night you get stuck watching over a drunk Sero "What, what are you doing still awake??" You lift your head to look at a drunk, no wasted Hanta Sero with his shirt, a few unbotten buttons, messy hair with his hand holding on to the doorway of the bathroom "I'm just working Sero." You went back to your papers and laptop not giving him the attention and care you used to give him every night he came home drunk. He's confused, he walks slowly towards you then just flops his body down on the free space of the couch next to you, his legs hung over the armrest "Y/n.. You look cute when you act all serious especially when you're working I'm not kidding the way your face just look all serious and all~" he giggled out making you roll your eyes at his drunken comment
With you not giving him any type of reaction he lift his arm to poke your cheek "Sero what the hell are you doing?" "Hmm nothin'" "Go take a shower and freshen up your reeking of alcohol." "Why don't cha' help me then amor?" He giggled again, "Go shower." Your tone was cold and that already given all the hints he needed to do he wondered what got you so mad about even talking in that tone since you were always so sweet to everybody. After the shower he walked to the kitchen getting a glass of water to sober up at least he's sobering up by himself and not being wasted all night. You decided to get up and get some water since you've been so busy with work walking past him behind the kitchen counter to get to the fridge "So, what's got you all moody tonight?" He managed to slur out, you ignored him again. Okay guess he's talking to himself then.
You went back to the couch and worked again while Sero was just looking at you with a bewildered face. Okay, you're giving him the silent treatment. What the hell crawled up your ass and died? He went to the fridge searching for a small snack and went back to annoying you he lay on his back beside you legs hung over the armrest. You were already glaring at your work since he's been so frustrated tonight "Seriously though the hell happened to you-?" "Can you just shut up for one night and let me work!" You didn't expect yourself to snap like that "Jeez calm down was just asking no need to get worked up about it but then again." He got up "You workaholic-" 'Alright fine' you stood up to defend yourself "Well at least I am doing something useful not like somebody who's always drunk most nights and gets their roommate to clean up after all their shit!"
He looked back at you, great now both of you were pissed he scoffed at your comment "Well did I ask for you to take care of me?! NO I didn't." "Aww really now cause that's what I heard yesterday night! 'Y/n come help me walk please' 'Help me… please y/n?' or when your friends brought you up here cause they were begging me to take you in cause you were asking for me for the rest of the party!" He wanted to speak up but you cut him off "Shut the FUCK UP! And let me speak I'm not done and for fucks sake that's not even the worst part of it I've been known you were such a flirt but of course you're absolutely hell to deal with when drunk all of your sweet sly flirts every.night every.fucking.night." "It's was-" "It was just flirting I fucking know that." You pick up your stuff and head to your room, man you felt like balling your eyes out, no point talking to him. All those times you helped him walk to the bathroom get him to drink water so he'd sober up those times when he'd flirt with you with no shame. Times when his drunken state is entertaining now it's just getting frustrating to deal with.
Guilt washed over him he already knew you liked him it was obvious since that's all his friends talk about now he's here knocking on your door hopelessly begging until you answer him "I know you can hear me y/n, please open the door…I'm sorry" No way he's apologizing, genuinely after everything he did "I'm sorry for getting your hopes up I know I'm a big flirt and…I know you liked me and yet I still flirted with you for fun I admit it, it was cute seeing your blushful reactions and they way blush away when you're taking care of my drunk ass. I may have been drunk back then but I remember those moments."
No answer for a good minute, he gave up and went to bed. Remembering every word in his apology…
Real sweet but I wish you were sober...
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shxtodxroki · 1 year
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Hanta Sero Masterlist
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Here is where you will find all of my writing for Sero! I hope you enjoy, and if you like these feel free to drop a request in my inbox at any time! <3
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♡ Headcanons ♡
- MHA Characters As Your Secret Admirer (2k)
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7inaa · 2 years
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I feel like sero, mitsuya and nobu (nana) would have a thing for plants. Like they’d all want an apartment or a space filed w plants. succulents, maybe some flowers for mitsuya bc his sisters like them. And when they first take you home you become bug eyed bc their homes are so fresh and calming.
n maybe nanami too i feel like he’s into plants too, like he goes to the cafe every morning then gets new soils and plant food and tends to his plants
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also yall like my divider I got it from johnny dang😋
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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EMMYYYY could I get some writing for sero? Could literally be anything I’m just starved🙏🙏🙏-pip anon
I was just thinking about you mate, missed seeing you in my notifications; how tf are ya 🥹💖
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“Wait so who is that?”
“No clue.”
“But why is he doing that?”
“You think I don’t know who they are but I know their motivation?”
Despite his teasing as you miss almost every single plot point in… whatever you’re watching with him, the loving hand tracing shapes on your back never ceases its movement, and you look down at Sero with a pout.
He snorts, letting his dark eyes glaze over your grumpy features, “maybe if you stopped squirming, we could both know what’s happening.”
“You’re the one who wanted to watch this!” You whine, pushing yourself up slightly to shove him weakly. “If I’m doing snack runs, I need you to know what I miss!”
“Okay,” he says softly, trying to cool you down. “Here’s what I’ve got so far. The guy talking,” he says, pointing to the gentleman on screen, “is a vampire, but he doesn’t know it yet. He has a fixation for blood, but he’s never acted on anything yet. The guy with the long hair,” he points to a character walking down a hallway, “is a wolf- that I know is true, I’ve seen his shaggy ass transform into one.”
You give him a laugh as you start to settle back down against him, the hand on your back starting up the shape-tracing again.
“So, I think they’re trying to figure out who murdered this like, other girl, but like, they know it was an animal, they just don’t know if it was a wolf like the long-haired guy.”
You curl into his chest before reaching down into the bowl for a chip, “that was immensely unhelpful, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
There’s a small bit of silence between you that stirs as the show continues to play, the only noise being from the shouts on screen.
“Wolf boy is kinda cute,” Hanta says out of the blue, making you look up at him incredulously.
“Seriously? I’m all in on Vampire Boy.”
He chuckles as you two watch, humming once the wolf character speaks, “Roman. Vampire’s name is Roman.”
“Sweet. Now when we make out I know who I’m picturing.”
“Just don’t say his name,” he mumbles, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple.
The show continues, and even if neither of you know what’s really happening, all that matters is that you’re together.
And clearly, that’s all that counts in Hanta’s mind.
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yourlovermori · 2 years
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stoner!sero with a cock that makes your brain go hazy. he’s such a tease especially when he’s high and if you wanna cum? he makes you work for it. not that he doesn’t want it as bad as you do he just likes seeing his baby so desperate n needy for him.
his hand rests on your hip while the other holds the blunt. his eyes are low and filled with lust, eyeing your backside as you fuck yourself back on him. soft squelches of the shared sin fill the room. your walls desperately cling to his manhood wanting nothing more than anything to cum. yet it’s so hard to, especially when he’s not helping. you’re whining out pleas and begging him to do something but he remains nonchalant. hand coming down hard and smacking your ass.
you’d do anything to cum right now and he knows it. you try to grind down to give your little clit some sort of stimulation but he notices instantly — hand circling the back of your neck pulling you down back resting flush against his chest. you turn to face him and he blows a cloud of smoke in your face, tutting at you. your eyes filled to the brim with tears. “if you can’t ride me properly then i won’t let you cum at all,” he says. and that’s the truth. he’ll leave you here high and dry, but you don’t want that. giving you no choice, but to do what he says. hoping that maybe — just maybe he’ll let you cum.
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deathc-re · 1 month
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your audiophile bf who just can't bear to be away from you this long. his heart has a hole and his cock is throbbing in his boxers. the way you so energetically answered the phone, a smile coming through in your voice. he couldn't bare it, pictures of you flashed through his mind and unconsciously his hand slipped into his pants.
thick fingers wrapped around the base of his dick as he listened to you rattle on about your day.
at first you didn't notice, just thinking his hums meant he was multi tasking. but when your speech slowed and you could clearly hear the shuttering of his voice, something inside you stirred.
your voice became more sultry as you sat back against the couch, legs folded, cunt twitching as you put the phone on speaker. he breathing was all over the place and you could've sworn you heard the rhythmic pull of his calluses hand up and down his shaft.
"my love," you cooed, " what are you up to?"
"hm?" he breathed, paying your words no mind and simply focusing on your voice. bringing up memories of when it cried his name.
"are you jerking off, baby?"
"fuck- i am, yeah."
you let out a giggle and uncrossed your legs, shifting positions and letting your hands slip past the hem of your sweats.
"yeah? are you missing my voice baby?"
he hummed and you clicked your teeth, "answer me, sweet heart."
"i am, i really fucking am. i- i miss your moans sweetheart."
you pussy clenched and you slowly circled your clit, letting out a sigh into the phone that was dropped right by your head.
"i miss yours too. let me hear them baby, i know you're keepin quiet."
"mhm," he whined, squeezing tighter "but it'll never feel as good as you baby."
"i know, i know, but you can still make yourself cum right? do it just how you like it."
he did as he was told, and shuddered at the increased pace. fuck did he miss you. the softness of your hands, the wetness of your mouth, the twitch of your cunt.
like the true lovers you were, your mind was in the area. the feel of his hands on you, the drag of his cock along your walls, his mouth on your nipples. fuck did you miss him.
your fingers moved quicker and as did his hand. you both moans into the mic of your phones, cursing and whining and "oh i wish you were here"s until your bodies felt alight with ecstasy. dots clouding your vision, toes curled and backs arching off different couches you both laid on.
"fuck- i love you so much." he breathed, simply looking at the white ropes that coated his hand and stomach.
"i love you too baby. hurry home yeah?"
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YUUJI, gojo, yuuta, kirishima, deku, sero, bokuto, tendou, shinra + others
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loner4-life · 2 years
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And they were Roomates!
Don't @ me for the shit ass title or I'll come for you toes.
Tags: soft Dom Sero,demisexual reader, chubby reader, fem reader, oral (fem receiving), virgin Reader, lots of asking for consent because consent 👏 is 👏 sexy, mentions of insecurities, I am a firm believer in the Hispanic sero headcannon, sero has nipple piercings (fight me), think I got all the tags 🤷‍♀️
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You sat at your desk shuffling through reports of mishaps that had happened that week.
Having to fill out paperwork for the villains arrest,collateral damage and details of the event and so on.
You yawned, stretching your arms above your head before setting them back down.
Well when you stretched you caught a whiff of your b/o. "Jesus…" you said  scrunching your nose.
You had come home from work that day sweaty as hell but also tired. You told yourself, "you would bathe in an hour or so.
Yeah, you had just maybe pushed that a little too far because it was dark out now.
You pushed yourself away from your desk before stripping fully and wrapping yourself in a robe.
You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt.
You didn't care much for tight clothing when it came to comfort. You gathered some things you need with you, deodorant, perfume, lotion, etc.
You walked to the bathroom and set everything neatly on the counter. You went to turn on the shower until you realized you forgot your phone.
You walked out and back to your room you grabbed it off your bed and turned to walk out when you heard the front door slam, your roommate had come back.
Sero had a bit of a later shift than you so obviously he'd get home later.
When you and the class graduated 3 years ago it was expected to live in an apartment for a few years, having a roommate made it easier.
Bakugou and kirishima decided to shack up together and Sero would have lived with kaminari but things changed at the last minute.
Don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves living with you, it's just that certain things are difficult.
Mainly the fact that he has had a crush on you since second year, and we'll so did you.
You were both pretty good at hiding it so neither one of you knew how the other felt. You and Sero agreed that living together was a good idea.
You both got along and were way too comfortable with each other, same aesthetics and values.
So when he walked into your shared home and saw you in a robe it wasn't too weird, except the fact that he focused way too hard on how the robe slit up your thigh tastefully, how it parted just enough to see the sides of your breasts.
He kept his cool however.  He gave you a smile as he shut the door, "hey y/n" he said, setting his helmet on the couch.
You smiled back "Hey Hanta, I wasn't expecting you home yet so I was gonna blare music, but even though you're home that's not changing sooo" you teased as you waved before shutting the bathroom door.
Sero chuckled to himself as he sat on the couch to decompress.
You lay against the door behind you,you couldn't get that image out of your head, the way his suit had little tears in it showing off his lean muscles.
The way his hair was tied back,revealing his undercut.
You felt your cheeks warm up as you turned on the shower and took off your robe, hanging it on a hook.
You hopped in the shower and began to cleanse your stench. You began to think to yourself, fantasizing.
You snapped yourself out of it, you should fantasize about your friend, whom you'd known for six years.
The man you live with, but you couldn't help it. And yet you couldn't confess your feelings.
You dismissed yourself a lot, claiming that he wouldn't even want to date you, you felt the way you look wasn't worth his love.
The way your thighs left no space between each other, the way you felt you had to tuck your tummy into every pair of pants you wore in order to feel pretty, especially that you had stretch marks.
However you did have your days where you felt like you were on top of the world, you felt like no man was worth your time.
Those days were rare though, every other day were the same thoughts. But you couldn't be more wrong.
In Hanta's mind you were the most gorgeous women he'd ever laid eyes on. He loved how soft and caring you look.
The way you enjoyed his cooking, the way your hips curved mesmerized him. But alas he had his insecurities as well.
He was afraid to lose you as a friend. What if he did confess and you rejected him, it would make things awkward, what if you didn't want to be around him anymore, he couldn't risk it.
He cared about you too much. You carefully rinsed your body not wanting to get your hair wet.
Not feeling like going through the steps of washing it. You turned the shower off, stepped out and dried off.
You grabbed your lotion and began to apply it when you heard two soft knocks on the door, "hey, you want lazy noodles tonight?" Hanta asked from the other side.
"Yeah that's fine thank you!" You said back as you got dressed.
" No problem" he said, his voice fading as he spoke. You tidied up the bathroom before gathering your things and exiting the bathroom and waking back to your room.
You put your stuff away before asking your way to the kitchen where you saw Sero pouring water from the kettle into two cups of noodles.
"Welcome" he smiled, handing you your cup. He grabbed his before getting ready to go to his room with it.
Figuring he'd do some paperwork work as well. You spoke up though, "hey uhm Hanta, you wanna watch a movie or something?"
You asked as you walked into the living room. He shrugged as he followed you.
" Yeah, that sounds nice, wouldn't mind pushing off my paperwork to hang out with you." He smiled, patting your back as he sat on the couch.
You sat next to him with the remote before you put on some cheesy horror movie so you wouldn't have to pay serious attention to it.
The two of you began to eat your food as you discussed what had happened on each of your patrols.
You truly enjoyed spending time with him. Everything about him made you fall for him. His smile, his laugh, the way he looks at you when you talk to him.
He truly listens and cares. "Your patrol sounded crazy!" He said as he slurped his noodles.
You sighed as you smiled. "It was exhausting, and we got to do it again tomorrow" You said as you stirred your broth.
"Hey Hanta? Can I ask you a question?" You said, tilting your head curiously.
"Of course Y/N" he nodded. "Is being a pro hero everything you expected?"
You asked fiddling with a piece of your hair. He pondered for a moment, "Well… I think we all expected a lavish life at first, so sharing an apartment isn't how I expected my career to be at first.
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He spoke. "Oh…" you said, looking away. He realized how what he said must have sounded.
" Of course I mean I love living with you!" He panicked, shaking his hands dismissively.
"Seriously, I'm over the moon I get to live with someone I'm super close to." He smiled.
You smiled back, "I like sharing this space with you too hanta."
You thought about asking him a deeper question but didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He read you like a book though.
"What's on your mind?" He asked, setting his cup on the coffee table. "Oh it's nothing-" you said. He hummed.
"It's obviously something, your leg's shaking" he said gesturing to your bouncing leg.
You sighed, "did you expect a hero career to be so… lonely?" You said looking at him.
"Do you feel lonely?" He asked. "Well not in the way you're thinking, of course I'm not lonely in the people I hang out with area.
I just mean well…. romantically" You said turning red. "Ahhh '' he said understandingly, "well now that you mention it… no I didn't… It is quite lonely."
He said quietly. You cursed yourself for ruining the mood.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" he rested his hand on your thigh, "no no its ok" he smiled taking his hand away.
You missed the contact already. Sero looked at you guiltfully if he was being honest with himself.
Here he is head over heels for you but too scared to say it and you're over here feeling lonely.
You felt the atmosphere turn awkward. Should you say how you feel.
You had never felt this way about someone, you had never even been with someone romantically.
You never felt comfortable enough with someone. But Sero, he made you feel warm and bubbly, you felt at ease with him.
"You make me feel less lonely," you said, looking at him in his eyes softly.
He saw how you looked at him, he was looked at like that before he knew what he meant.
"You make me less lonely too~..." He smiled sweetly as he scooted closer to you. "Are we thinking the same thing?"
You said shyly as you leaned forward slowly. "Are you thinking about kissing me?, because I'm thinking about kissing you…" he said breathlessly.
You threw all your fears at the window at that moment. You leaned forward closing the distance between the both of you as you kissed him deeply.
Not in the rough, lustful way, but the sweet, deep,caring way.
You set you cup on the coffee table as well as you placed your hands on his chest, you sat up on your knees gaining heights as your head was above his.
Your hands running up to the back of his head, slipping his hair out of his tie. " y/n…" he moaned quietly.
You pulled away panting slightly as he looked at you with dilated pupils. 
"You've made me feel ways no one else ever has hanta" you spoke. " Can't believe I waited that long to do what you teased.
He smiled as his hand found your hips as he leaned back on the arm of the couch, you sitting in his lap.
The two of you fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.Your chest rested against his as you both looked longingly into each other's eyes.
Simply enjoying the energy that surrounds the two of you. "Kiss me again~" you whispered. He smiled as he pulled you closer to him to connect your lips once more.
You were lost in it, you didn't notice you began to roll your hips into him. He gasped quietly, you sat up quickly.
"I-I'm sorry-" you apologized before he cut you off, "no no it's fine, just sudden." He said brushing thumb against your cheek comfortingly.
"Is there something… more you want to do?" He asked in a teasing tone making you blush. " there is but.." You paused.
Yeah you were a virgin, and you never told anyone, not even Mina. Would it be weird if you told him?
"I've never done this before." You said weakly. "Oh? So I'm your first?" He asked lustfully as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.
You gasped quietly as you gripped his hair, "yes~" You purred in his ear.
You were suddenly picked up and flipped with your back now being pressed into the couch.
Hanta looming over you, "then let me take you.." He said softly kissing you once again. "Ok…" you said.
He nipped at your neck lovingly as he traveled down your side, making their way up under your shirt, making you shiver.
"So perfect~..." He spoke into your neck. The vibration of his voice against your neck made you moan.
"You're so sensitive honey" he praised as his hand traced the edge of your bra. "Can I touch you baby?" He asked.
You nodded as your cheeks heated up. His hand went under the cup of your bra as he pawed at your tit.
You covered your face with your hand as you turned your head to the side embarrassed.
He kissed your cheek as he cooed, "don't hide from me baby, want to see how pretty you look when you feel good."
He pinched your nipple making you cry out. He pulled his hand away before he grabbed the hem of your shirt, you grabbed his wrists nervously, "don't be nervous, you're ok" he whispered.
He took his hands away before pulling off his own shirt. You blushed before taking your shirt off. "Now we're even," he smiled.
You practically drooled at the sight. His pecs, his washboard abs, the shiny jewelry that adorned his nipples.
"Can I touch them?" You asked, raising your hands, brushing them up, his abs making him twitch, "S-sure, they're sensitive though."
He stuttered. Your hands found his nipples as you twisted the barbells in between your fingers.
He tilted his head up as he shut his eyes in pleasure, groaning softly.
You leaned forward as you took the sensitive bud in your mouth,your hit muscle swirling over it. "M-mí amor!"
He whined as he gripped your hair. You almost evaporated from his moans alone.
You pulled away before kissing his neck. "God you're feisty considering you've never done this before."
He teased you. "I've thought about this a lot~" You teased back. He laughed as he laid you back.
"I think I want a snack before i have my meal.'' He gently took off your shorts. He got down on his belly, his long legs dangling off the couch.
"Have you ever been eaten out before, baby?" He smiled. You shook your head no shyly. He smiled before flatly licked the wet spot on yourpanties.
"H-hanta, want your mouth…please" You whined. "Don't have to tell me twice" he peeled your panties off you, your slick sticking to them.
"So wet for me~" He purred as he began to lick up and down between your folds.
You moaned as your back arched slightly. You grabbed his hair like it was a handle bar.
He sucked you clit as his hands dug into your hips, pulling you into his mouth like a starved man.
"Hanta! So good!~" you cried as you bucked your hips into his mouth. You could already feel yourself reaching that high.
"O-oh god.God.. hanta" you moaned. "So sensitive~" He said as he slurped your cunt.
He pulled away shortly after, as much as he wanted to give you what you wanted, he wanted to feel you cum around his cock so back.
"Why'd you stop?" you whined.He rolled his eyes with a smile as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet before handing it to you.
"Hold that for me" he told you as he stood and took off his pants, standing before you in just his boxers.
You're sure you're bleeding profusely from your nose. "Like what you see honey?" He said as he kneeled back on the couch.
He grabbed you hips and pulled you closer to him making you yelp as you held onto his wallet for dear life.
He kissed you as he plucked his wallet from your hands. He sat up as he opened his wallet and pulled out a condom.
You swallowed nervously as the reality of the situation began to set in. He tossed his wallet to the side before looking back at you.
"Hey just relax…gonna make you feel so good darling" he reassured as he shimmed off his boxers.
His cock slapped against his stomach as it left the fabric of his underwear.
You reach behind yourself as you unclasp your bra. It fell from your chest as you tossed it among the various articles of clothing on the floor.
His jaw practically dropped as he stared at your chest. "D-don't stare" You blushed. "Sorry you're just… so beautiful and perfect."
He said as he looked at you with sultry eyes as he brought the edge of the condom wrapper to his teeth before tearing it open.
Your face turned impossibly more red as you watched him roll it on his throbbing,dripping cock.
You opened your legs as he scooted closer to you. He brought the tip to your soaked pussy as he rubbed your hole with it.
"Can I?" He asked. You nodded, "just go slow~" you warned. "Of course he whispered as he slowly guided his cock into you.
You gasped as it first entered you, it was unusual to have something that warm inside you,but you weren't complaining.
He bottomed out before looking at you to see if you were ok.
He breathed heavily trying to adjust. "S-so big" You drooled.
You grabbed the back of his head as you kissed him. "Move.. please" he began rolling his hips in and out of you.
It took a moment of discomfort to get past the burn of your cunt stretching to take him all in. The burn soon turned to pleasure though.
"O-oh Hanta yes!" You moaned. You heard him groan in your ear as he gripped the edge of the couch as if he was trying to crush it.
"So tight, fuck" he hissed. "Faster hanta~" He happily obliged, picking up his pace.
You shut your eyes tightly as your nails dug into his back. He gradually picked up speed as you got used to the feeling.
Even began demanding him to go harder. To which he would never disappoint.
You felt as if he punched the air out of your lungs everything he thrusted into you. "U-im gonna..cum.. fuck h-hanta!" you groaned.
" cream on my cock hérmosà~" his hand reached down as he rubbed your clit in frantic circles.
Your legs trembled as the chord in your belly drew tighter, teetering over the edge of climax. "O-Oh God!"
You cried before cumming, you pussy clamping down on hanta's cock.
",¡Oh, Dios mío!, tan apretado, voy a llenar tu dulce coño" he slurred as his pace quickened for a moment as he let out a loud groan.
His hips slowed as you both breathed heavily. He collapsed on your chest making you exhale slightly from the additional weight.
You ran your fingers through his hair. As he kissed your chest, the cold metal of his piercings made you flinch when he moved.
"You did so well mi corazón" he whispered. "Are you ok?" He asked as he traced your body with his fingers.
"Yes, that felt… really amazing" you said shyly as you smiled at him. He smiled back, "I'm glad I got to be your first"
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moonbeamwritings · 2 years
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It’s approaching midnight when you finally manage to escape the rain. You’ve been chasing bad guys left and right, racing down rain-slicked streets and weaving through seas of umbrellas, and with another one down, the city (or at least the few blocks on your patrol route) falls silent save for the pounding rain. No sirens, no calls for help.
Nothing.
In that sweet, precious moment, you slip down a side street and tuck yourself beneath the awning of a restaurant, its neon closed sign flickering in the window and bathing the puddles at your feet in pinks and blues. Your hero costume is soaked through, stuck to your skin as if it's super-glued, and you wonder if you’ll even be able to take it off. A chill settles deep in your bones then, a feeling almost as inescapable as the exhaustion that clings there too, and for the first time in five hours, you allow yourself to breathe.
Night-shifts suck.
You huff out a breath as goosebumps rise along your arms, your teeth chattering with every whistle of the wind. You cringe as you imagine what you look like right now, body hunched in on itself and shivering, barely hidden in the shadows of a side street in Hosu City — a pro-hero turned sad, wet kitten in the rain.
“Skirting responsibility I see,” a voice above you calls, startling you out of your thoughts. “I never took you for the type.”
You jump, your heart pounding as Sero hangs upside down in front of you, the visor of his helmet pushed back to expose his teasing smile. 
“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He takes a long look at you, and concern overtakes his features. “Looks like someone’s in need of a pick-me-up. Rough night?”
“You have no idea.”
Sero smiles sympathetically, gesturing to his elbows. “I hear ya. Getting this stuff to stick can be a real pain in weather like this.” 
As if to further emphasize his point, Sero slides down his tape just slightly, his face now in line with your own. “Well,” he continues, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, “I get off in an hour. You hungry? We could get something warm; fight off the weather together.”
Your words get caught in your throat as he fixes you with an expression so soft, so hopeful, you feel butterflies in your stomach. Suddenly, you aren’t thinking about the rain anymore. Your bed no longer calls your name and your bones no longer feel like icicles. Warmth settles deep in your chest like an open flame, and you would do anything to fan it.
“I’d like that.”
The excited glimmer in his eye at your response is contagious, and a grin is splitting your face before you can stop it. “There’s a 24-hour ramen place near my agency. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds perfect.”
He nods, water splashing off his helmet as he does, and smiles. You don’t catch it, too hypnotized by Sero’s arms as they flex with another pass of the wind to notice, but Sero leans closer, a thought brewing in his mind. “Hey, you know what this reminds me of?”
When you hum, Sero replies, “You know that hero movie with the spider quirk?”
“Yeah.” Your face burns. Is he thinking what you’re thinking? You hope so. God, you really wanted to kiss him, cheesiness be damned.
His voice is little more than a whisper, his lips mere centimeters from yours as he asks, “Well, you know that scene where they kiss in the rain? What if-”
Before he can finish, a voice, muffled by the rain, calls out, “Help! Someone help me!”
Sero lets out a frustrated groan at the sound. “Duty calls.” He slips from his line and rights himself, holding a hand out for you, “C’mon. You got one more save in you?”
You sigh reluctantly, your shoulders slumped.
“C’mon,” Sero urges, pulling you to his chest, his arm firm around your waist. “Hold on tight!”
Without another word, you’re swinging through the air, your body tucked close to Sero’s side as he flits from building to building in search of the voice. Just before you find the civilian in need, Sero angles his head to speak so you can hear him, clear as day. “Let’s make this quick! We’ve got a ramen date and some unfinished business to get to!”
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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✉️; IT’S THE WAY YOU MOVE. - D.KAMINARI, H.SERO.
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💌; synopsis - the dance line of popular idol group XHEROES, denki kaminari and hanta sero, are used to getting everyone and everything they want— spoiled rotten with sex and money. that is until, their new choreographer comes along to teach them a valuable dance lesson.
↳ length: 10.5K
↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. kpop idol!au. characters aged up to 20s, crack fic, plot if you squint, threesomes, mirror sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, pussy slaps, creampies, marking, overstimulation, double vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, mind break, slight!degredation, slight!dubcon, praise!kink, spit!kink, switch!reader, switch!kamisero, bully!kamisero, idol!kamisero.
↳ notes: hello! happy friday! a few weeks ago i asked what you wanted to see from me and this came out on top. it’s a continuation of/ in same universe as my idol!todoroki fic that you can read here ( not necessary but helps understand the plot ) !! it’s mostly smut and just men with slender waists being sluts really. ty to my love @yuki-no-akumu for beta’ing. hope you enjoy <3 m.list ♡
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denki kaminari and hanta sero are natural born flirts— terribly good, it's almost ironic.
evidence of that very fact is plastered across the twitter timeline a hundred thousand times a day, in clipped moments of pink tongues rolling over perfectly painted red lips and blurred photos of sultry winks from across the room at XHEROEZ fan meets. accounts on YouTube play compilations of the duo’s thirstiest moments, twixtor edits of hip thrusts and body rolls belonging to kaminari and sero flood social media. they’re a desirable pair, and they know it.
even the industry knows it— variety show hosts deem them the most amorous and outgoing members, girl groups and boy groups alike can only share snippets of their encounters with the two since they’re far from appropriate. the amount of NDAs they give out is a number longer than the number of zeros on CEO hawks’ paycheck at the end of the month (idols, producers, not even staff are safe), and it only seems to skyrocket with the rising fame of XHEROEZ and the popularity of their music. 
but how can they be blamed, when hanta sero is such a smooth talker— words sweet like pink liquorice slipping over his tongue whenever he talks, he keeps his eyes dark and hooded and low like he’s really paying attention during conversation. it’s his attitude that leaves interviewers on music bank and even international ones— flustered and shy, swimming in honey that fills their ears and their hearts, suffocating them whenever they have a moment with the hanta sero.
kaminari is no more innocent than his band mate—a tease at best, a nightmare at worst. he’s coy, like a cat that plays with a mouse for fun and not for its death. it’s said that people barely survive being in a room with denki— his charm is overwhelming, covered by the ruse that he’s not so smart, not so bright. it’s those amber eyes that give it away, reading deep into the wants of others, analysing what he thinks their bodies’ needs are, when they think he’s not 100% there. to the world kaminari is nothing more than a talented voice and a pretty face. 
in some ways, that could be considered a trap. to sero and kaminari? a game. 
it’s all the two idols really need, their little games of cat and mouse—toying with faint hearts, to get what they want, from whoever they want without a care in the world. 
and they usually get away with it too, hawks now a little richer to care and XHEROEZ a little too famous for their debauched ways to be a problem. 
that is until katsuki bakugou makes it a problem.
“oi! c’mere you slippery, slutty motherfucker—!” bakugou’s voice is fuming, teeming with tunes of anger that boil over like a pot of water on a hot stove. the doors to the XHEROEZ practice room fly open with a force so hard that they clank against the walls on either side— grabbing the attention of the remaining five members. 
the leader makes a b-line for kaminari, red eyes blazing and hands poised as if he’s going to kill a man which only makes the brighter blonde scramble up and onto his feet, abandoning his stretches for the day. “what?” he whines, backed up against the bar and mirrors, lips drawn into a pathetic pout. “what did i do?” 
“our fucking choreographer quit, again. slut.” bakugou slurs again, looking like he might throttle the guy. 
izuku, the other vocalist, peeks his head up from between his toes as he stretches his legs— a single brow quirked into his green hair. “why is kacchan… slut shaming kaminari?” 
“when isn’t he?” kirishima wipes the sweat from his brow, sneakers skidding across the floor when he joins his band mate. 
the leader launches himself at kaminari again without missing a beat, pinning the younger against the mirrors in what would seem like a playful fight to the viewers and fans of the video todoroki is quietly uploading to the group account on Twitter. this time, only hanta pulls the older back. “who kendou? i liked that one!” kaminari manages to squeak despite his life flashing before his eyes. his face contorts, a dreamy look sweeping over sweat licked features and his knees knocking despite how bakugou holds him up. “she was so…so hot.” 
“jesus, fuck kaminari. keep it in your fuckin’ pants.” he’s promptly dropped back onto his feet, bakugou backing up from the brighter blonde with a look of disgust— avoiding looking between their bodies…for reasons. “stop sleepin’ with our staff for fucks sake! we’re never gonna get a comeback if we don’t have anyone workin’ for us and i’m sick of laying on my ass!” 
sero takes the opportunity to let the latter blonde go, hands dropping from his waist to his ass. “you do have a good one, kats.”
“fansites agree, top rated ass in the whole industry.” shotou coos from his corner, setting up a poll for that very question on socials again. 
“fuck you.” 
“one of our fans would love to.” 
turning his attention back to hanta, bakugou throws his hand up in the air exasperatedly— pointing at the dark haired dancer. “shut the fuck up. you ain’t no better, slutty waist.” 
with the attention of the entire group captured and bakugou on the very verge of taking out two of the members— izuku tenderly decides to step in to diffuse the situation before they really do end up six feet under. “kacchan does have a point, the fans have been getting antsy since our original comeback date got pushed back…the lack of staff is making it real hard.” there’s a gentle warning in the vocalist’s tone while both kirishima and todoroki hum in agreement.
“and who knows what could happen, if you guys don’t stop sleeping around— we could get hit with a scandal or worse, like hawks dropping us from the label or something!” the red head adds on— rubbing the back of his neck shyly as if he doesn’t want to antagonise the group. 
“well how come we’re the only ones being scolded for getting our dicks wet! todoroki gets to fuck staff!” sero crosses his arms, cheeks slightly tinted red with embarrassment. “this feels like an intervention, like i’m being slut shamed. i thought we were bein’ progressive guys.” 
this time deku is the one vibrating with anger and katsuki is the one holding him back. “you’re so full of shit, hanta,” eijirou grunts from behind the pair, seemingly exasperated. “like who let you into the group.”
shouto turns his attention to the conversation, still typing away on his phone to post a selection of mirror selfies— again to the group account. “i’m not being scolded because i don’t parade around the company with my dick out like a common whore,” his words are blunt, taking the others by surprise (except for bakugou, of course). “i’m also in a relationship with my partner, who just so happens to work for us.” 
kaminari and sero share a look. relationships were overrated, fucking around was much more fun.
“nice one half ‘n half.” bakugou chimes in. 
“you guys are so lame, like actually the lamest guys i’ve ever met.” kaminari whines as todoroki stands up and flips him the bird.
“kiss my ass denki, i’m off to practice makeup looks for the next concept with my partner and then i’m going to fuck them in the recording booth. bye.” 
silence falls over the room as the remaining five watch him leave— bewildered by the quietest member’s sudden outburst before they all look at one another. 
“that dude’s kind of a dickhead, isn’t he?” eijirou laughs fondly, still wondering how he ended up with such chaotic band mates.
“yeah fuck that guy.” 
“i want someone to fuck me.” 
“kaminari… can you stop being a pervert for one second and shut the hell up?” 
“my bad, sorry midoriya.” 
the group shortly disperses after the ‘intervention’, bakugou leaving them with sharp flicks to their foreheads before going to write more songs for the comeback, deku shortly after to go record with his fingers crossed (hoping he doesn’t walk in on todoroki) and kirishima departs from the scandalous duo with a smile, wishing them good luck on keeping it in their pants.
for the sake of their group and the future of XHEROEZ, they would try— how hard could it be? all they had to do was avoid fucking around and getting caught until this whole thing was over, so the boys would get their comeback and get off their backs. hanta sero and denki kaminari weren’t whores like the others thought, they could do this.
if only they knew how truly difficult it would be with you soon to enter their lives. 
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it takes hawks three days to find another choreographer to take over the mantle and whip the boys into place, especially kaminari and sero. “don’t fuck this up for us,” bakugou warns in a surprisingly quiet tone before the first session starts with the new staff member. truth be told, he like the others, is desperate to get back onto the stage and this might be their only chance. keigo had given them a warning prior too— the threat of kicking them out of the group is enough to keep them quiet throughout today’s practice.
you, however, are not what they expect. 
“hi XHEROEZ! i’m so excited to be working with you all,” you give them your name along with a smile sweeter than wild flowers. everything about you is radiantly pure and innocent despite the industry you work in and all the hardships it comes with. “we’ll run through some simple stretches and then pick up on the choreo for your title track where the last choreographer left off!” it doesn’t help that you’re beautiful too, top to toe where your sports bra hugs your chest just right and the sweats you wear curve off of your ass and thighs perfectly.
kaminari would be lying if he said your innocence didn’t make his cock stir. 
sero would be just as bad if he ignored the fact that he was popping a boner every time you bent over to stretch out your legs.
you were a sight for sore eyes, a tasty treat dangled right in front of them— tempting them to be bad when they were meant to be on their best behaviour. it would be so easy to corrupt you, you could bat an eyelid and you wouldn’t even notice the two souls bound by mischief pulling you apart until you were nothing but a mess… except you would. unlike the others before you, you’d been warned about their advances, the countless people who had given up their jobs just to avoid working with the dynamic pair of idols and you were about to see to it that this changed— in ways that would avenge your fallen idol trainers.
so you kept up the act during your first session, tricked the boys of popular idol group XHEREOZ into thinking you were the sweetest soul to ever exist, and once you’d proven your worth to the CEO of fierce wings entertainment, you’d finally snap. 
make hanta sero and denki kaminari regret ever making a fool out of your profession.
“she’s like, kind of …a bitch, isn’t she?” the blonde dancer  leans over to his dark haired companion one day— a week into practice with you on the idol group’s team. as the days went by, your practices became harsher, longer and gone was the sweet girl that kaminari dreamt of absolutely ruining every night when he settled into his bed at the dorms. he’d have liked to admit that you left his mind, stopped consuming his thoughts the moment you switched up and turned mean— working him to the bone but your sudden change in attitude left him wanting nothing more but to soil every inch of your body with his hot loads of cum. 
hanta looks over for a brief moment, tearing his obsidian eyes from watching his moves in the mirror as he nods to denki. “dude, i thought i was the only one who noticed. she’s been working us like dogs!” he admits, catching your gaze in the reflecting glass as you wipe the sweat from your brow and go over the counts for the next move with the other three boys. hanta winks, his chest bristling when you make a face of disgust and get back to work. “she’s super cold too… like she hates us or somethin’.” 
“what’re you two bitchin’ about?” bakugou runs through the move smoothly, following your count and tuning into the conversation between the dance line. 
both of them cock their heads towards you at the front of the practice room, whispering in unison. “just her.”
“me?” both golden and black irises shoot over to you, who now faces the boys with your arms crossed over your chest— drawing slight attention to it. “have you boys got something to share with the class?” they shake their heads no. “too bad, i need you both for a demonstration.” 
“u-us?” sero gulps, swallowing down his nerves.
“you two are the fan favourites for dance breaks in the choreo… so unfortunately. yes.” todoroki, kirishima, deku and bakugou part like the sea to let the other two members take front and centre stage— faces full of amusement at what you might make the boys do. “follow my lead for this bit, and don’t be shy.” comes your sweet voice, the one that had drawn them in the first place. “so first i want you to roll your hips in a circle… mhm, that’s right. then leg out, flick your hair up.” you instruct, barely biting back a smile as both denki and hanta follow your command— acting out a girl group dance without even realising. “and slut drop for boys…oh that’s perfect!” you praise, watching hanta drop all the way down.
half way down into dropping his ass like it’s hot, kaminari flicks his gaze up to you— face bright pink as the other XHEROEZ boys try to swallow down their laughter. “h-hey! this isn’t part of our choreo!” 
he squeaks, heart racing when you tilt his head up to face you properly and you grin— cruelly. “oh no, it’s definitely not. i just wanted to teach you both a lesson for messing with your last dance teacher. call it revenge for making them quit their job.” with a shrug, you stand back up to full height and clap your hands. “right boys! back to work, shall we?” 
“yes ma’am!” 
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“kaminari, you are one-hundred percent right, that new choreographer is a bitch.” hanta is the first to whine, slumping down at the table in the building’s cafeteria. you’d sent the boys of XHEREOZ on an hours break to grab a bite to eat and recuperate their energy after the intense dancing you’d put them through— but the shame and humiliation of being called out by you still sits heavy on the back of the dynamic duo’s minds. “she kept picking on us the entire class— i hated it.” 
the dark haired idol continues to complain, aggressively pulling apart his disposable chopsticks and rubbing them together slightly. kaminari sips on his milk, ready to whinge along with his friend like a baby when kirishima slides into the seat next to them, tray pilled high with junk that’d probably make him feel like shit after the day’s schedules were over. “you have to admit,” he murmurs, with an impressed tone through a mouthful of rice, the food spraying across the table in which the other members are soon to be seated. “you both kinda deserve it, i mean you have slept with half of the company. people are gonna have it out for you.” 
“plus,” shouto adds, snatching a dish off of the red headed dancer’s tray much to his dismay. “we all know you liked being talked down on by her, you’re just mad ‘cause you can’t hit that.” 
bakugou and midoriya soon join the feasting gang, all narrowing their eyes at the dual haired idol. “when the fuck did you get so mean, half ‘n half?” the lighter blonde chuckles, lifting his drink to his band mate.
“since he started getting his dick wet by the person he used to hate more than us.” kaminari snaps back, earning a glare from todoroki and a giggle from midoriya. “what? it’s true! i miss the days where he hated his partner more than me…and now sero and i are hated by the new choreographer too! what are we gonna do about it?” 
the XHEROEZ leader chimes in again, slamming his carton of milk down on the table. “absolutely fuckin’ nothing, you guys are gonna stop acting like bitches in heat and not try t’fuck the poor girl. or else.” 
there’s a brief moment in time, where all the stars and planets align and without so much as even looking at one another— the two resident stupid sluts of the internationally famous idol group share an idea, a connection, and formulate a stupid fucking plan. their eyes light up, once sluggish bodies perking up in unison while sly grins tug at their perfectly pretty lips. 
green eyes widen, izuku quickly shaking his head in disapproval. “nuh uh, no, you guys! you heard what hawks said!” he tries to reason with the two dancers, fearing that he may have already lost them to whatever crazy idea they’ve come up with now in order to put you in your place. “you guys can’t mess this up.” 
“don’t worry, we won’t.” sero hums, returning to normal and stabbing his chopsticks into the donburi bowl he’d picked out  for lunch. it’d prove plenty of energy and stamina for the rest of the day— for other activities too. “promise.” 
the group looks to denki next. “cross my heart and hope to die.” he says cheerily, slashing an invisible ‘X’ across his chest with a single finger.
the rest of the boys, despite uneasy, take the bait for now— hoping to god that kaminari and sero know what they’re doing, although they all know those two can never be trusted with a gorgeous girl like you. 
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over the next few weeks, the two dancers team up to make sure your life is a living hell— as if it’s their mission to pick on you. 
it starts with practice, and when you run through the moves for their sexier choreos— hanta needs a little extra help, he needs to grab onto your hips and roll his body right up against yours because he needs a visual on how the move would look against someone else, something real. you pretend that heat doesn’t flush through your body, blood carrying sex crazed hormones shooting straight to your clit— you pretend it’s not humiliating in front of your class of idols to have him grind you against you and that you might actually like it. 
hanta sero is annoying, but you knew what you were getting into when replacing all the choreographers before you. you’ll get through this and get the job done. 
is what you think until denki kaminari starts peeking up your skirts on the days that you’re wandering around the agency— preparing for meetings with hawks and conceptualists for other aspects of the XHEROEZ comeback. you almost don’t notice him at first, the way he’ll trail behind you almost too close to comfort, sleazily smirking down at you as he brushes by. it becomes a game for him to guess what colour panties you’re wearing, though you know that he already knows just by taking a peek— flipping your clothes up when you’re unsuspecting and mid-conversation with a coworker. you can’t be alone with him in elevators anymore.
and the worst part is, they like to act like they have no idea what they’re doing.
the two dancers are insufferable, tag teaming you— driving you up the wall with their little games…and for some sick reason, you find yourself liking it. enjoying how mean they are to you, revelling in their less than pleasant attention. it haunts your dreams, the daily scenarios of the two stealing your clothes and underwear after practices becoming saucy little nightmares where you end up bent over and finger fucked in the staff showers by an overly sweaty hanta— your mouth stuffed full of denki’s pretty cock. 
you catch yourself daydreaming about how they might look down there— who’s curved and who has the happy trail, how thick they might be, who’s the most talented with their tongue—
get it together, you’re losing sight of your job.
the way both idols treat you should be making your stomach churn, not filling you with butterflies and making your knees buckle— especially when denki ‘spills’ his ice water on you whenever you wear white to practice (showing off your hardened nipples for the world to see) or when hanta smacks your ass, gropes it and squeezes it during stretches.
you shouldn’t want them more than you want to keep your job.
it has to stop, and you decide to put a stop to the madness, to their antics one particular morning— scheduling them both in for a private dance session a little earlier than they would have with the rest of the XHEREOZ members.
“i know what you’re doing,” you greet the boys, hands planted firmly on your hips with steeled and tired eyes the minute they step into their group’s dedicated practice room. they look surprised that no one else is there, you think, expressions of shock etched into features deemed handsome by every outlet of media you follow. “it needs to stop.” 
but you’d had the chance to be up close and personal with hanta sero and denki kaminari, you’ve been taunted and teased enough to recognise the calculating spark in black and amber eyes clouded by faux confusion. 
hanta steps further into the room first, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as the rubber soles of his sneakers squeak against it— the sound is familiar but it makes you flinch, being alone with them both somehow being much more intimate while…intimidating when you’re confronting them. “what are you on about, sweetheart?” the way he laughs you off makes your body prickle with annoyance but your tummy flush with need, and you know that you shouldn’t stand for this any longer— you try to harden your gaze, looking up at hanta, keeping it steady despite how good he looks with his fluffy, early morning hair and lazy smirk, hooded eyes and loose shirt that barely covers the lean muscle of your body. “we just got here.” 
your face scrunches up and you shake your head. “i’m not talking about right now, stupid.” the insult leaves your tongue carrying no meaning, you’ve only added it so you sound less like a whining child. “these last few weeks, you’ve both been picking on me…groping me. hitting on me— what? because i embarrassed you in front of your friends—“ 
“d’aww denks, she thinks we’ve been picking on her,” sero talks over your head, as if you’re not even there, making sure his words reach his equally mischievous friend who’s crossed the room without you even realising and you have to do a double take upon noticing the blonde with his shirt between his teeth, untying the strings of his grey sweats that hang low on his slender hips. “you don’t think that’s true, right?” 
he’s still not addressing you when denki speaks up, dropping his shirt back down as he checks himself in the mirror. “of course not, we would never, han. we’re not those kinds of guys,” he pouts, slinking up beside you while the latter wraps an arm around your waist.
you’re bewildered to say the least, you knew that you’d embarrassed them but to the extent that they would try to gaslight you— it made you tingle with both rage and desire. “are you kidding me? those kinds of guys aren’t the ones who’ve been flipping my skirts at work? stealing my clothes and underwear—” you feel hanta bristle in front of you, almost acknowledging everything they’ve put you through. 
“we’re sorry, baby,” kaminari coos into the shell of your ear, closer behind you than you last remember. “for whatever it is you think that we did. we didn’t me to be mean! it was harmless. right han?”
“one-hundred percent harmless.” he agrees.
you’re sandwiched between the two of them, mind hazy as you’re overwhelmed with hanta’s warm oak scent and the fresh honey that belongs to kaminari. they’re driving you insane, arms wrapping around you, mapping out your flesh and your resistance comes tumbling down all too fast. “h-harmless—? you’re…trying to ruin my career,” you feel yourself slipping, drowning in the desire you’ve fought so hard to keep down as weeks of torture from the two have gone by. “w-what are you doing?” 
you stutter out as the hands that tease you start to explore you more, the ones belonging to sero slipping up your shirt and those belonging to kaminari down the front of your sweats. you don’t bother to stop them, to fight back— giving into the game that they’ve made you play. 
“making it up to you, yanno, for whatever it is you think you’re mad at us for.” denki hums, slender fingers snapping the silken waistband of your cotton panties against your tummy, toying with the little bow as if you soothe you when you flinch back into his chest, head resting on his shoulder. “we wanna do better.” 
you wanna fuck me, is the reality behind the blonde’s words— you hate yourself for not hating the fact.
calloused, but only just, thumbs rub over your pebbled nipples from under the shirt that you wear— sero grinning at the light gasps painting your lips in response to his touches. “how about it, sweetheart, you’ll let us ‘pologise properly?” 
you should say no, you should do what you came here to do and put the two idols into place— stand up for all the people who had lost their jobs for sleeping with and being catcalled by the black and blonde duet. but you can’t, because the way they touch you is intoxicating— filling your mind delusions of pleasure, the ones that haunted you at night. so you give in, making said delusions your reality. 
“uhuh…please…” you admit to them, to yourself and finally give in.
it’s like something in the air has snapped, as within an instant, kaminari’s fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties— pinching and toying with your folds while you get wetter and wetter, sero lifting your shirt over your head to take a nipple into his hot mouth. “ohh, shit, baby. you’re this fuckin’ wet already?” kaminari sniggers, highly entertained, before kissing and biting at your neck, fingertips gliding over your clit, pulling out of your clothes to show you the clear strings of slick that connect his digits as he scissors them. “just think…” he goes on to say, slapping a palm over your clothed pulsing sex before he returns his fingers back to your panties, rubbing one out on your swelling clit. “if you hadn't been so mean to us before, we could have been doing this a lot sooner.” 
“m-me? mean?” you gasp, feeling hanta bite down on your right breast, his free hand roughly grasping the other as though not to leave it unattended. he too laughs against the expanse of your skin, goosebumps rising across it, and his lips map their way along one shoulder. “‘m sorry,” you’re too flustered to think why, dopamine and sex hormones dancing through your veins, fogging your mind of all clarity.
“fuck kami, she doesn’t even know what she’s sorry for.” the dark haired idol groans into your flesh as his tongue slides underneath the swell of your breast, painting you with a layer of drool. “bet she’ll say anythin’ for us to keep touching her up, fuck her, maybe…” his words are foul, vulgar but make your entire body tremble in the electric blonde’s hold, his strong arms keeping you up while he teases the length of your slit and gathers your juices to rub into your nub, pulling back the hood for maximum sensitivity. “how’s that sound sweetheart, you want us to fuck you?”
your mouth wills you to speak, but it’s filled with cotton and the only sounds that escape you are shaky mewls and squeaks. kaminari eases two digits past your fluttering entrance, thrusting them in tune with the rabid licks hanta gives to your sensitive chest— he lets his hand join his band mate’s, stimulating your puffy clit and filling the air with a tune of lewd squelches and slurps. 
“look at you, cutie, you can’t even speak…guess we’ll just have to make the decision for you, yeah?” kaminari is condescending in a way that lights the fire of lust deep within you— curling his digits to graze that spongy spot that makes you see stars while your viscous juices drip into the seat of his palm. when he hits your g-spot, you spasm between the two idols— gripping onto sero’s shoulder to steady yourself. 
“fuck, that’s cute.” sero hums, looking up at you with his pupils blown so wide they swallow the colour of his eyes. “i wanna make her cum denks, i think she’s close.” 
with newfound vigour, denki speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of you— licking a hot stripe along your neck and just behind your ear. “c’mon, you heard him. let’s cum for han, sweetheart.” the idol dancer goads you with sly words that send shivers down your spine, while pleasure stacks like sturdy bricks inside of you. he strokes you into the shape of him, hanta rolls your clit to his heart’s content making your arousal gather in your pussy lips and tainting the air with the blossoming scent of you. 
“she’s clenching so fuckin’ hard around my fingers, shit. you’re so fucking tight, god.” 
they still act like you don’t exist, like you’re some toy, and that somehow makes everything hotter “oh my god—f-fuck, k-kami! sero—!“ your needy whimper bounces off of the glass mirrors, the grip you have on hanta’s shoulder tightening, nails forming crescent moons against his manuka honey skin even from over his shirt. 
“gotta stretch her out, denks, c’mere, scissor your fingers a bit.” sero instructs, and you feel hot all over with both of their hands stuffed down your pants. kaminari does as he says, scissoring his two digits to prepare you for later, his cock and chest swelling with pride when you flutter around him and throw your head back. “that’s it sweets, oh you’re so close aren’t you? you gonna cum? ‘n so soon too.” 
sinner’s smiles pull at amused lips when your body gives in, and ecstasy mounts along with the urge to close your trembling thighs around the two large hands that control your pleasure. “c-can’t…hold it!” you squeak, gaze honed in on the movement beneath your clothes, fingers pumping in and out of your sticky cunt and drawing shapes over your equally messy clit. 
“let go for us then, sweetheart,” kaminari purrs, sucking on your pulse point, until a silent scream rips through your chest— the stacked bricks of delight tumbling down as if it had been knocked over by a sledgehammer. your release shoots out of you, drooling from your sweet pussy that blossoms like a flower in spring for the boys. clear streams squirt from your puffy sex, soiling your sweats but you’re too fucked out to care, letting it slide down the length of your slit and drop down your thighs. neither sero or kaminari slow their fingers through your high, obsessed with how much you gush, unspoken praises spelled out onto your clit until it’s raw.
“it’s too much… oh— please!” shaking, you let the boys guide you through your release and collapse into them. 
“it’s too much? poor baby…that’s it, such a pretty little squirter, huh?” soft coos fall upon your ears as you finally come back down to earth— blinking away the white that flashed behind your eyes when you came. “we’re not done with you yet, though baby.” you recognise its sero who’s speaking, his voice thick with lust and more timbre than you remember. “turn around, put your hands on the bar baby. kami, i wanna see her do that again.” 
“fuck yes, you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin?”
with a tremor in your legs, you somehow manage to make it to the mirrors, gripping onto the bar tightly while you regain your breath— a pair of keen lips bite and kiss their way down your spine, hands belonging to another yank your your pants and undies down in one go and grab at the flesh of your ass cheeks and peels them apart despite the slick that keeps them together. both kaminari and sero sink to their knees behind you, their sharp teeth barely piercing your skin as they spread you apart by your shaky thighs and it’s only then, when you feel hot breath against your abused and leaky mound, that you realise what’s going on.
“w-what are you doing?” the whimper bubbles up on your lips as your tongue darts out to wet them, throat running dry in anticipation. 
kaminari pulls at your left cheek, a groan taking root like a sturdy tree deep in his chest before he sets his sights on the way your pussy glistens under the artificial yellow light— pulsing around nothing, sending droplets of your arousal to the floor. “han had this great idea…t’eat you out,” he says as if he’s in awe, as if your clenching cunt is the first one he’s ever seen in his life. “we wanna tongue fuck you sweetheart. both wanna taste you…” 
the blonde shoves his nose against your sex like a crazed animal, the tip nudging against your swollen and prominent clit and he takes a nasty, dirty sniff of your scent. “god yes, please—you can…you can do anything you want,” you plead weakly, words lost on you as heat begins to prickle under your skin like a thousand tiny needles and you press your face into the cool glass mirror to help you cool down. you feel kaminari smirking into the heat between your shining thighs just before his tongue slowly rolls upwards to gather the taste of you spread across the length of your slit— he groans deep, sucking up your juices greedily before hanta yanks him away by electric blonde locks, making him squirm desperately.
“he wasn’t asking you sweetheart, you don’t get to make the decisions here, remember?” sero murmurs cruelly, and you can practically taste the smirk painted across his watermelon glossed lips. “you’re not in charge right now, you know that, silly.” as if to patronise you, he leans in real close and drags his tongue in slow shapes over your clit before fully slotting his mouth against your aroused core, letting go of kaminari to hold your hips still in the process.
“you gotta fuckin’…share with me hanta,” the blonde gripes, watching best friend languidly slip his tongue into your tiny squelching hole— pushing the pink tip up against the pleasure spots along your ribbed walls. hormones waft into the air, fizzling and rattling against each other with increased kinetic energy the faster sero pumps his tongue in and out of you, causing kaminari’s dick to swell painfully and a rush of a arousal to flood his veins. he prods at the dark haired idol, damn near shoves him to get a taste of you too. “y’so wet baby, fuck you’re so wet, ‘mmgod, taste so fuckin’ good.” he rasps, huskiness etched into his tone. kaminari lays his tongue flat against your clit, grinding his words against it until fat droplets of your arousal gather between your fattened folds.
your hands slam against the mirrors as you struggle to keep your composure at how eager and desperate these two tongues are to pleasure you. between them— you have no escape, forced to submit and succumb to the sinful hold they have over you, dragging you to the depths of hell. you can’t find it in you to give a fuck about your careeer when you’re drowning in ecstasy. there’s not an ounce of control you have over your body, biological instinct coaxing you into fucking yourself back onto kaminari and sero’s hungry tongues, writhing against them as sero forces globes of his spit into your tight cunt and fucks up your gushing walls. 
sweat and pheromones, expelled by your salacious and slippery sex taint the air of the practice room— acting almost like an aphrodisiac with the way the boys fight over you with their sloppy, saliva coated tongues, their brains heavy with an addictive type of lust. every time they brush over one another, their whines send vibrations through your body, have your thighs quivering and threaten to give up on you. that’s how good it fucking feels. like they’re making out on your sweet pussy. 
“h-‘m gonna c-cum,” you all but sob, clenching down on hanta’s tongue as he licks into you— barely being able to breathe between him and kaminari who giggles messily at the pout on your lips when you turn back to look at them. they switch places, hanta licking a long stripe up to your clit and denki indulging in your tight hole.
“yeah? oh shit— yeah baby? gonna cream in our mouths like a dirty. fuckin’. slut.” sero punctuates his words with heavy spanks down on your juicy ass, the sound echoing throughout the empty room while he looks up at you through his long dark lashes with a face painted with so much of your arousal, he looks like a messy eater. you squeeze down on kaminari eagerly, tears brewing in your eyes, chest heaving and tongue rolling out of your noisy mouth. “atta girl sweetheart! show us your pretty face, work for that orgasm, hm?” hanta coaxes you towards your high, replacing his tongue with his fingers to trace his name onto your clit once move, using a free hand to pull your ass back onto his bandmate’s eager mouth. “there we. fuckin’. go!” 
kaminari pulls back for only a moment, spitting on your clit and watching it run down your core, catching it with the tip of his pink tongue before it hits your thighs. “hmygod, sero keep talkin’ to her like that, she clenches so good when you do. she wants to cum so bad. poor baby!” the blonde whines like he’s the one being fucked to high heaven, slapping your clit with three fingers between sero rubbing you off, gasping for air between kitten licking your core. 
“k-kami—! sero, ‘m gonna…‘m gonna— oh fuck!”
your body and muscles burn from throwing it back onto them, limbs shaking and your throat is raw from all the squeaks and squeals and mewls you let out— the knots in your stomach unravel the closer you get and before you know it, you’re cumming for a second time. “that’s it, good girl. good girl,” your soul feels like it’s on fire, incinerating you from the inside out as they hotly press into you with rapid tongues and skilled fingers as kaminari swallows all of your release. sero joining him to get a taste of you too.
they slow their roll as you come back down, white noise fizzing in your ears and once more you’re rendered useless while they position you to how they like it. “you here with us baby?” you hear sero ask once you’ve come to, his molten chest pressed into your sweaty back and his hands wrapped around your thighs. 
blinking twice, you look up to see kaminari, golden irises darkened with lust and his head cocked to the side, menacing grin on his lips. “there she is, almost had us worried for a second cutie,” he talks to you through a pout, his hands on your ass and you realise they’re holding you up between them. “throw your arms around my neck cutie, legs around my waist too. we’re gonna fuck you now, kay?” 
“b-but i— i’m sensitive, i don’t think i can…” you shake your head in slight protest, but your body betrays you and you can feel your selfish cunt slicking up again at the thought of being filled by the two mischievous idols. you do as you're told, locking your thighs at the slope of kaminari’s slender waist, arms linking behind his head as well. their clothes are gone too.
“don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t, my dick’s been aching for this sweetheart,” denki grunts harshly, and your gaze drops to where his dick stands tall and pretty between you, mushroomed tip leaking against your soft tummy, blue-ish veins wrapping around the length of him. “you’re the one who caused this mess, dragged us here…”
you can feel hanta against your ass too, grinding into you slowly— a little shorter than kaminari but curved so deliciously you’re practically gargling at the thought of him being inside you. “don’t be mean denks, after all this is about making it up to her, yeah?” he groans, still not listening to your wishes as his hand slips between your bodies to tap his searing hot cockhead against your abused clit. “ain’t that right baby? you’re gonna take it though, right? it’s the least you could do for us after being so mean… after we let you get away with it and cum too.” he says, and you seize up as sero bullies his way inside of you slowly like he knows he’s too thick for your tiny cunt. “fuck baby, so tight… ‘n after all we did to open you up too…”
“han…you in yet? i wanna fuck her…please,” kaminari sounds like he’s close to begging, his voice trembling, forehead pressed against yours while his friend pushes himself deeper and deeper into your silken walls. you feel almost bad, whimpering a breath’s width away from his lips and reaching out to palm his throbbing length, thumb gliding over his burning tip and rubbing drops of precum into it as if to ease the pain. “ooh, okay, good girl. play with me a little, just like that.” 
hanta tries again, brows furrowed as he adjusts his grip on your thighs and peels his sweaty chest from your back, pulling his cockhead from the snugness of your drooling cunt before thrusting up— forcing himself past your greedy entrance as it clenches down on every inch of hanta that fills you up. “holy shit, i’m…god fuck you’re tight. ‘m in kami, jesus you wanna feel her.” he chokes on his saliva, pacifying himself by marking up your shoulder and neck.
a wet and shaky sigh lies on the seam of your lips while hanta’s milky tip brushes along your insides and you clench at the delicious twinge of pain you get from him stretching you out. “ease up baby, he won’t be able to fit if you clamp down like that,” sero coos, you nod and press your face into kaminari’s neck— biting down on his milky flesh when he presses up hotly alongside sero, grinding his sex against you both before finally pushing in.
“christ, you’re so warm,” kaminari finally speaks, holding you tight while you adjust to the burn of both of their cocks filling your cunt. he slurs over the weight of the saliva sitting heavy on his tongue— your insides already being churned up by the pressure of two dicks pressing close to your cervix. “not gonna last long…gotta fuck you, make you feel it.” the blonde sets a steady pace to his hips as they pump his cock up into you, and it’s like you’re so full that you can practically feel him in your throat. your breathing is ragged, face burning as you cry out and dig your nails into denki’s shoulders, slowly beginning to use him as leverage to fuck yourself down onto him.
when denki pushes in, hanta pulls out, the stream and sensual rolls forming orgasmic knots in your lower tummy— the blonde’s pelvis smooshed right up against your sensitive pleasure nub. they’re girthy, fighting your selfish cunt to pull out as your fall into a tune of slippery and creamy sex. you let out small, teary bleats each time they fuck up into you, the salacious song telling so much more than tunes of lust while the boys overwhelm every single one of your senses. none of it is enough, despite how full you are, despite how they fuck you at growing pace, taking turns to churn up your sloppy insides and fill you with an endless supply of pleasure. 
you need more. 
you need them.
“kiss me,” you growl to denki, bright lust coursing through your veins and he almost misses your words with the way your skin slaps against one another loudly, creating a tune along with the harmonised moans of the three of you. “kami—“ you warn as your voice rises an octave, but he cuts you off, pressing his spit slicked lips against your own and you moan, tasting yourself on his tongue. the idol licks harshly into your mouth, rolling his tongue over your own as if to fuck you like he was with your cunt. it’s messy, dirty, and strings of saliva connect you both when the need for oxygen finally makes you pull apart.
his cheeks are flushed, bright but you don’t get to admire his fucked out face for long— not with sero pulling you by the chin to face him, “don’t go leavin’ me out, princess.” he coos huskily, a lazy smile on his lips before he surges forward to kiss you too, invading your mouth with everything that he has to give you. a feather light touch, also belonging to the dark haired idol, drifts up to your chest again, tweaking your puffy nipples between your body and kaminari’s, just so he can hear you cry out. sweat drips from your forehead in obtuse beads, arousal from your ravaged cunt as it’s pounded and played with by two deliciously hot cocks, and kaminari is quick to lick up the trace of sweat and tears that glides down your baby fat cheeks.
you see it now, why anyone would quit their job after being fucked from hell to heaven by the pair of idols— especially when they’ve seen you at your filthiest and most pathetic, but you don’t see yourself giving this up either. not with the way sero and kaminari tear your cunt apart, plunging as deep as they can go, taking turns to paint your insides with the seed that dribbles from their aching tips— piecing you back together with hot and wet kisses and touches that make you see god while your pussy swallows not one, but two perfect cock’s whole. hanta’s curves just right, never leaving your g-spot, not giving you room to breathe.
“don’t stop— don’t you dare fuckin’, s-stop!” you squeal like a little lamb being sent to the slaughter house, kaminari’s veiny hands roughly gripping your ass to bounce you up and down on their two cocks. it’s pathetic how they’ve reduced you to begging, humiliating at most but you don’t want anything less than to be fucked like this, shamelessly, messily with crude mixes of yours and the boys’ arousal painting your skin and slapping to the floor. “oh god!” you cry, early release streaming from your cunt but you don’t dare to stop even them. 
“this is my favourite part,” kaminari huffs lewdly, hips moving impossibly faster than they were before— splitting you open on his dick, spelling his name across your insides like he’s signing something away for a fan. “watchin’ em break— you break so pretty for us darlin’, you like being a mess on my dick?” he coos selfishly, balls heavy with a load of cum just for you smacking your against your ass and hanta’s on your cunt. the scent of sex hangs in the air, clinging onto the moans that fill it too. some of them spell the syllables of your name, others are curse words thick with a craving for you and only you. 
sero tuts from behind you, “our dicks,” he chides kaminari but his voice sounds broken, tight as he takes you over and over again— a bruising grip on all inches of your body. your waist, your thighs, your neck as he pulls you back to kiss him once more. he makes both you and kaminari a mess, who trembles against your front every time the taller idol fucks up into you. “‘minari, fuck…can feel you every time you thrust into her…shit, you’re so good. she’s so good, aren’t you baby? makin’ it up to us so well.” he chokes on his words like you choke his cock, feeling them both slide against your walls in unison. 
their thrusts become irregular, less rhythmic as they push whatever leaks from their tips further and further into your cunt, right up against that pretty cervix of yours. all that dance pays off, both boys making good use of their built up stamina to pound away at your pleasure spot and make you see stars. “oh shit…fuck this cock, fuck it sweetheart,” kaminari damn near wails, lifting and dropping you down onto their throbbing lengths to suit their own needs. “han… ‘m close, don’t think…” his face pushes into your neck, addressing you next. “baby, don’t think i can hold it off.”
“hold it kaminari.” hanta warns, fumbling between your bodies and salt licked limbs to find your clit, desperate not to leave you behind as his own orgasm creeps up on him too. “we gotta, oh man, we gotta make her cum too..” the fact that they throb against one anotherwithin your pulsating walls only serves to drive the three of you insane— pussy frothing and papping, their precum painting your puffy folds, smoothing right over your clit and creating a messy ring around the base of their shafts, liquid lust and thick white oozing down their balls. 
“fuck making her cum,” the electric blonde idol heaves, rutting into you at a pace that chases his own high. “if she thinks we’re mean, that—god… we’ve been picking on her; then we can be mean..we’ll be mean baby. ‘mma fill you up. see who’s mean then.” kaminari rambles the closer he gets, fucking you faster to the point where both you and hanta can’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back, limbs weakening and threatening to give up on you. you don’t want this to be over, don’t want to be left behind and desperately jut your hips down on the boys so you can cum too. your sexes move together like a passionate and sensual dance, sick and lewd and leaving you right on the edge.
sero tries so hard to hold back, but with kaminari controlling the pace the world falls away all too fast— he pulls out, ripping your high away from you as he crashes and burns, painting your sticky thighs with white, tapping his tip against your tummy as he calms down. hanta soon follows, shooting his load against the curve of your ass as he shudders, choked moans painted into your skin. 
as the boys come down, part of you feels used— your sex raw and over stretched and your tummy heavy with the need for release. they’ve left you hanging, used you for their fun, left your empty. 
and you’re absolutely furious.
sero let’s go of your thighs, gently dropping you to the floor as kaminari searches for the clothes they discarded earlier. “who the fuck said i was done?” you snarl, voice hoarse from how much you’d moaned for them. you grab hanta by the shoulders, forcing him down on his knees (only able to since he’s taken by surprise)— you shift your hands to the roots of his obsidian hair, dragging the idol to your heated core. “you’re gonna make me cum, don’t think for a second…that you were gonna leave me hanging.” 
there’s something about the way you switch, that keeps sero in place— eyes glazing over again as he nods his head, smoothing over your thighs as his mouth finds your cunt once more, lips sucking around your clit in obedience. he whines as you tug on his hair tightly, pushing your face down against his tongue as it builds up a slow and steady pace, tasting himself smeared between your folds. “‘m sorry,” hanta mumbles between sucking on your pussy lips and wrapping his arms around your hips to keep you down on his face. “wanted to make you cum, wanted t’taste you again, but kami—“ 
you forget that the dark haired idol has a tongue that works magic like the gods, how fast he’d been able to bring you to orgasm earlier with it but you steel yourself, gripping the dance bar as you coo down sero. “you’re sorry now? sorry that you couldn’t make a girl cum? must happen often. poor baby.” your words are mean, fuelled by the anger you feel, by the dull ache in your core from the loss of your orgasm— you want that back, you want the pathetic excuse of a man between your thighs to bring you there and finally teach him a lesson. let him know that you’re not just some toy to mess around with. “y-you’re embarrassing, really.” and it is, for hanta with his reputation for fucking to be brought to his knees just by one look from you. even so, he’s still fucking good with his mouth.
rocking your hips across his face, you cast your eyes to where kaminari stands— having given up on searching for his clothes at the sight of you riding his bandmate’s face. “you gonna jus’ stand there and watch? or should i tell everyone you’re going to fuck over how useless your dick really is?” the threat makes his face crumple but his cock twitch alive once more. could it be from humiliation? the way you fuck yourself down on sero’s tongue like you own it? he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care— gravitating over to your bodies and wrapping himself behind you once more. “that’s a good boy kami. make yourself useful.” 
maybe todoroki’s right, maybe they do like when you talk down on them. 
his breath is hot against your shoulders, littered with love bites and bruises from how roughly the boys had taken you earlier but you can tell that the blonde is hesitant to touch you— shy, almost, from where you’ve talked down on him. with one hand in hanta’s hair, you use the other to pinch kaminari by his slender waist and drag him closer. “h-how do you want me?” he asks, the gold in his eyes sparkling as he watches sero’s pink tongue peek out to flick against your swollen clit, slurping up your juices loudly, keenly like there’s no tomorrow. 
letting your head fall back against his shoulder, throaty moan escapes you— drawn out as hanta uses the tip of his tongue to circle your hole, mewling against your mound until the vibrations making your body seize up. “use that sorry excuse of a cock of yours yeah? help han out with actually making me finish.” it’s like you’re scolding him, the expression written in your darkened eyes read a mix of neediness and disappointment, making the blonde flush red. he fumbles with his half hard cock, slapping it against your ass cheeks with a wet whimper from the sensitivity.
both of you hiss as he pushes into you for the second time that morning, cheek pressed against your back enough for you to feel kaminari trembling, his tip dragging against your inner walls. it won’t take him much to get you to your high, between fucking you from behind and sero lapping at the juices beginning to gather where you and kaminari join. “how are you still this tight?” he states more than he asks, lifting one of your legs over hanta’s shoulders as he bottoms out inside of you with ease— guided by the precum and sweet nectar that drips out of you. “g-god i don’t think i can—“ 
“i don’t care—“ you huff, gripping onto golden blonde roots, rolling your hips back onto kaminari’s with fever— twitching when he hits that spot that has dopamine crashing in waves across your brain. “i don’t care, just…do what you’re s’pposed to be good at—! shit,” he does as he’s told, building up a solid pace to match the way hanta eats you out, licking from the tip of his bandmate’s cock to your clit. whatever the dark haired idol spits onto your cute cunt, the blonde is sure to fuck back into you— like an easy push and pull that has you hiccupping and struggling to keep a grip on reality. 
“can taste you ‘minari, you’re fuckin’ leaking all over her, you both taste so good together…” sero gasps, gripping onto your thighs and angling his head up as his best friend bends you further to hit deeper, bullying his way through your insides once again. 
they know your body by now, kaminari gripping onto sero’s to keep his hot mouth against your gushing mound every time he pulls out— making sure you’re constantly stimulated, dragging you by the ankles to the high they’d ripped away from you. “p-please tell me you’re close, fuck, can feel you clampin’ please tell me you’re there, need you there.” kaminari near sobs into your ear, the stimulation becoming too much for him, heavy balls pounding against your ass and filling the musky air with the clap of skin on skin once more. “focus on her clit hanta, need her to cum f’me.” 
you can feel the pleasure mounting, rebuilding the orgasm that you’d lost earlier and your back arches— thighs nearly suffocating the poor idol between your legs who alternates between suckling on your clit and licking at the ring of precum around kaminari’s cock as it slides past your entrance and a blinding pace. they’ve made their mark on your body, you don’t think you can go back to just anyone else after them— despite how much you want to hate them for making you feel this good. the first gushes of your release floods hanta’s mouth, pretty and milky droplets spreading a candied flavour across his tongue, only driving him to tongue fuck you faster, wild signatures of his name written into your folds with his cheeky pink tongue.
“denks, she’s right there— faster,” he pleads, hungry for more of you. 
you find that denki is good at following orders when he’s just as needy as the rest of you, grabbing at your ass and pulling you straight back onto his red, iron hot girth— to the point where he’s barely pulling out any more, the mix of your arousal and his precum splashing back against his tummy. “oh fuck!” you squeal, clawing at whatever and whoever you can reach. “r-right there d-denki! right fucking there—!” 
“oh fuck, oh fuck— oh fuck! ‘m right behind you, let go— please, just fucking cum.” he chants, using the last of his energy to pound away at you until screams tear in both of your throats, the lust in your lungs finally fizzing away as you finally cum together. it’s like a blinding light behind your eyes, your body collapsing into the boys while kaminari’s load floods your womb— your tummy unravels with him, toes curling as your release splashes to the floor and into sero’s mouth, painting kaminari’s cock too. 
sero catches you as your legs give out, holding you to his chest on the floor while the three of you pant to catch your breath. “holy shit…i think i just came in my pants,” the dark haired dancer laughs, looking down at you with softer eyes as a content smile pulls on your lips. “y-you okay? we were a little rough with you, plus we left you hanging…” 
“yeah, and you’re not doing that shit again.” you mumble, exhaustion settling in your sore limbs and your voice. “next time you’re mad at me for rightfully embarrassing you, don’t try to fuck me away from my job. it’s not gonna work.” 
kaminari slides behind you to join your pile of limbs, resting his face on your back again. “next time? like…you’re not gonna snitch to hawks ‘n quit your job?” he asks nervously, sharing a look with hanta. 
“nah, if you keep dicking me down like this and take me on a few dates. i might be able to keep quiet while working with ya.” 
relief floods their faces, and surprisingly, they pepper your face with kisses— followed by apologises for the way they treated you, though the two idols will have to do more than just fuck you good to make it up to you. details of what you’ll be in the future are saved for later, the three of you scrambling to cover up when you hear voices approaching the dedicated XHEROEZ practice room. 
“i don’t fuckin’ care if those two dumbasses are late for practice, i ain’t responsible for them!” 
“i mean…kinda are bakugou, you are the group leader, man.” 
“he has a point—“ 
“shut the fuck up, half ‘n half. don’t piss me off.” 
“jeez bakugou, don’t be so cranky.” 
“you want summa this, shitty hair?” 
“will you guys behave? it’s too early for this.” 
“sorry midoriya—“ the boys chorus, pushing open the door with sleep in their eyes, still not having noticed the messy scene played out in front of them. “yo… it smells kinda, funky in here…” kirishima frowns, still struggling to get his duffle back through the door.
“oh you’re fucking kidding me!” bakugou groans, his curse words ringing through the entire room as a grossed out look crosses his face. “i swear to fuck, none of you dipshits ever listen to me!” he pinches the bridge of his nose, flashbacks to todoroki and his partner in NYC invading his memory— making him gag. “why am i always the one walking in on you guys fucking?” 
the other boys’ face’s flush red and you wave at them from between kaminari and sero. “h-hey! it was all consensual this time! not that it wasn’t before! but it’s all good! she won’t quit on us like the others!” denki scrambles for an excuse, waving hus hands about the place.
“denki stop moving around like that, i can see your dick.” todoroki laughs, averting his eyes. midoriya and kirishima mumble in agreement. 
“nothing you haven’t seen before—“ 
“—don’t tell hawks. please.” sero pleads and cuts the blonde off, scratching the back of his neck.
“whatever, just put some fucking clothes on for christ’s sake, and get us a new practice room— ‘m not dancing in a room that smells like your nut.” bakugou scolds, abruptly exciting the practice room with a tired and mildly disturbed face— the other XHEROEZ members following suit. 
in the end, you stay the designated choreographer for the group— your relationship with both idol dancers begrudgingly approved by hawks (he catches wind of it when noise complaints are made about their practice room). you keep the boys on a tight leash, having them work hard to see them up on stage again, especially kaminari and sero. bakugou jokes that you have them trained like dogs but little does he know how much you have them wrapped around your fingers.
only you know how much discipline your two little dancers really have.
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