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Sero’s really starting to regret not taking you home when the others left. Bakugou, Kirishima and Mina are most likely finishing up their nightly routines, if they’re not already in bed sleeping soundly, but Sero — who absolutely had to stay awake with Kaminari for god knows what reason — is left wide awake, watching as his best friend sits and giggles and plays around with you, his own girlfriend.
He knows Kaminari is harmless, that the blond is pretty touchy with anyone and everyone, moreso his closest friends, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates seeing the man swing an arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cutesy little noogie. You squirm and whine when Kaminari ruffles your hair, and Sero knows it’s all in good nature when you reach over to get revenge, but did Kaminari seriously have to fall back against the ground and pull you on top of him?
“Alright,” Sero finally says, standing up with a yawn, “I‘m tired, we’re going to sleep.”
“Boo!” Kaminari heckles, frowning at the other man, “We were having fun!”
“Get your own girl, then,” Sero replies, helping you up from the ground and brushing your hair back. “Quit stealing mine.”
You roll your eyes, but Kaminari responds before you can.
“But sharing is caring!” Kaminari whines, sitting up and shooting you a teasing wink. “And y/n prefers me, anyway, right?”
“Well—”
“Nope,” Sero cuts you off, slapping a hand over your mouth, laughing when you glare at him. He spins you around, so your back is to his chest, before he starts to walk, forcing you to move as well so you don’t trip and fall. “We’re leaving. Good night.”
“Lame,” Kaminari groans, “Night, babe!”
Your reply is muffled, but you wave back to Kaminari who has, once again, dropped back to the ground. Sero pinches your waist, pouting childishly.
“You’re not his babe, what the hell?”
Once more, your response is suppressed by Sero’s clammy hand.
“Nope, stop, I’m not listening to you,” he grumbles, “d’you wanna stay over?”
You nod, and he uses his hold on your body to maneuver you around their apartment, even though you know your way around the place. It feels nice, though, the warmth he exudes settles into your body at each point of contact as you both stumble to the bathroom.
You lick the palm of his hand, wanting him to move it away so you can speak properly, and when that doesn’t work, you try biting him. A futile attempt, that Sero scrunches his nose at before he finally moves his wet hand away, wiping your saliva across your cheek in retaliation.
“I hate you,” you complain, bounding to the sink so you can wash your cheek.
“Yeah?” Sero grins, watching as you pluck your toothbrushes and some paste from the cupboard, handing him his one. “Wanna go back to your other boyfriend?”
“Don’t tempt me,” you retort, shooting him a cheeky smile in the mirror as he scowls at you.
“Gonna go kick his ass,” he mumbles, busying himself with brushing his teeth, but he continues speaking. “Thinks he can put his hands all over you, ‘m gonna shred his hentai mags.”
You half-choke around your brush when you giggle at that, and Sero’s face lightens up despite your panic.
He could get used to this, he thinks, leaning over you to spit out the excess and wash his brush clean. The domesticity is… Nice, welcome, definitely something he wants to fill his future with. He could do without his roommate banging on the door, yelling out how badly he needs to piss, though.
+
When Sero wakes up, the bed is cold with your absence. You haven’t been gone long, it seems, but he’d rather wake up to you and your messy bedhead, not his empty arms and morning wood.
He staggers out of bed, running a hand through his hair to tame the wild strands as he walks to the kitchen where he can hear something cooking.
Yeah, he’d definitely prefer morning breath and tangled legs over seeing Kaminari press himself to your back, peering over your shoulder at the frying pan.
“Yo,” he greets, suddenly wide awake. He hastily makes his way to you, ignoring the eggs sizzling in the pan to reel you into a sloppy kiss.
“Morning,” Kaminari replies, but his words are lost to Sero who focuses on planting more kisses on your lips.
He doesn’t let up, tongue lapping at your bottom lip, begging for entrance, despite the way you keep leaning back, out of his embrace.
“Han— wait— stop— your— breath—” His pecks interrupt you each time you speak and, with a heavy sigh, you resign yourself to his insistent lips. He pulls back with a satisfied, and slightly sleepy, smile, eyes curling with delight.
“Morning,” he mumbles, pecking your lips once more.
You shake your head fondly at his behaviour, resting your head on his chest as you reply.
“Eggs are burning,” Kaminari pipes in, bursting the bubble around you two, and you’re suddenly aware of the thick grey smoke billowing in the kitchen; Sero immediately unwinds his arms from around you as you turn the heat off, moving the burnt eggs off the stove to somewhere a little safer. “Aw, wait, show’s over?”
“Shut up and open a window, man,” Sero coughs, turning the stove top fan on. “I’m gonna go toilet.”
“Yeah, thanks for all your help,” you grouse, shooting him a glare. “You don’t get any breakfast.”
“Baby,” he pouts, “will some kisses change your mind?”
“Not if they’re from you.”
“What if they’re from me?” Kaminari chimes in, returning from opening a window.
“Nope,” Sero interrupts, “Not happening. Ever.”
“Never say never, right, y/n?” Kaminari jests, winking at you, and you snicker at the way Sero’s eyes squint in annoyance.
“Weren’t you going to the bathroom, Han?” You say, shooing your boyfriend away before turning to Kaminari. “We should get back to cooking.”
“Hey, I want a li’l morning make-out—”
“Nope,” Sero growls, tugging you away from the sink, “you’re coming with me now.”
Just like last night, you’re stuck in the bathroom with Sero because apparently you can no longer be trusted around other men.
+
The day is spent ordering pizza for lunch and playing FPS games with your other friends; it’s fairly uneventful, but that’s exactly what you all want from a lazy day like today. There’s plenty of studying to be had, but that can wait for another day. For now, Sero and Kaminari focus on not getting their asses handed to them by Bakugou and Kirishima.
You’ve never seen these two look more serious, but you chalk it up to Kaminari’s earlier taunt of: “Whoever gets more kills gets a kiss from y/n.”
Despite your vehement disagreement, both boys were fired up, thumbs flying over the buttons as they navigate through the map to garner more and more kills. If only they put this much effort into their studies.
This little game they have going on is silly, but Sero looks so determined — his eyes are unblinking and intense, scrutinising every little pixel, so he doesn’t miss any opportunities to win; it’s hot — it’s stupid because he’s doing this all for a measly kiss when he can get that at any time of the day, but it’s also so immensely sexy watching his arms flex as he fiddles with the joystick, ogling the way his tongue wets his bottom lip as he concentrates on the screen. His mouth curls into a wider smirk each time he gets another kill, each time Kaminari whines when he dies, and, even though you had not agreed to this, you can’t wait to see who wins.
When the match draws to a close, you’re all on the edge of your seats, waiting for the results to display on the screen.
Kaminari falls back with a loud groan as Sero jumps up with a cheer, throwing his controller on the blond’s lap as he yanks you up from your seat in between them.
He wastes no time capturing your lips in a rough kiss, dragging one hand down your back as the other slides behind your neck, cradling your head and tilting it as he pleases. He’s shameless, — especially not when his hand drops to squeeze your ass, and he swallows your gasp, slipping his tongue into your mouth to tangle with yours, to graze around each corner in a show of dominance, of triumph, of absolute victory.
“So unfair, man!” Kaminari whines, then remembers he’s got a headset on and Bakugou and Kirishima have been speaking this whole time. “Oh, they’re making out right now, one sec. Gross, all I see is tongue. Way too much tongue.”
“Stop bein’ a fuckin’ perv.”
“Maybe you should leave?”
“It’s kinda hot…”
“Fuckin’ creep.”
You’re unaware of the ongoing conversation, too wrapped up in the way Sero reels you closer before falling down on the sofa, hauling you onto his lap. You barely get a moment to breathe before Sero’s mouth is back on yours, nipping at your bottom lip before sliding his tongue in once more, fighting your own in a battle you lose easily; he’s high off the taste of you, the hint of tomato that lingers in your mouth, the sprite you washed it all down with, and he’s starving for more, hungry for a bigger bite, until someone clears their throat beside him.
“Believe me, I hate to interrupt, but Bakugou’s crying about a rematch, so…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sero pants, eyes already dark and glazed over as he stares at your parted lips, plump and raw from all his biting. Eyes half-lidded, he tilts his head to kiss you yet again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. He follows your little head nod to Kaminari who is smirking at him, raising his eyebrows suggestively, and he blinks a few times to focus himself. “What d’ya want?”
“Bakugou. Rematch.”
“Oh.” He blinks again. Then, he turns to you, eyeing up that little twinkle in your gaze, the way you raise a brow in question, the way you pucker out your bottom lip so tantalisingly… “He can wait.”
“He said you can wait, Bakubro.”
Kaminari winces and you can hear Bakugou’s coarse yelling through the headset, but it grows fainter as Sero lifts you up and drags you down the hall to his room.
“Pretty sure he’s about to get some,” is the last thing you hear before Sero slams his bedroom door shut and presses you against it.
“Han—”
You can’t get a word in edgewise as Sero traps you between his arms, devouring the syllables you utter without mercy. Your shoulder blades dig into the wood as you arch into his body, curving into his wandering hands, canting your head when he dips to scatter kisses along your neck; teeth, quick and sharp, sink into your flesh, sucking on the softness until it blooms with darker colours, hickeys dotting along the column, across your clavicle, before his lips trail lower.
Swiftly, he pulls your top off, fiddling with the button on your jeans before he’s interrupted by his phone buzzing.
“Ignore it,” you groan when his hands stop undressing you, and your own drops to the bulge tenting in his sweats, squeezing his girth through the fabric, and, shit— he’s been commando this whole time?
Three seconds later, his phone is buzzing again, and your protest dies down when he pulls the device out, uttering a quick, “Lemme just check.”
denkz: keep it down plz <3
denkz: or let me join 🥵
Sero scoffs at the texts, debating whether to reply with a very succinct “in your dreams,” or a more Bakugou-esque “fuck off,” when another idea pops into his head.
Clicking onto his camera app, he looks up at you with a mischievously lilt to his smirk.
“Can I record us?”
You sigh. “Kaminari?”
He nods, and you lean your head back against the door to think. Moments later, you’re sighing again, but a grin curls at your lips to mirror your boyfriend’s.
“Fine,” you say, and his smile widens until he resembles a Cheshire cat and its innate wickedness, “but I get to choose where we eat tomorrow, then.”
“Deal! On your knees, please, babe,” he replies, making sure the flash is on and the angle is just right to capture the pretty sight of you on your knees for him. “There we go, I’ll start the video in a bit.”
You pull his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock, already flushed and beading with pre at the slit, stroking the length a few times before licking a stripe from the base all the way up to the thick tip. He curses beneath his breath, bucking his hips with urgency, and you slip the head in, lapping at the precum that trickles out when you squeeze the base.
“F-Fuck,” he grunts, a hand on your head pushing you to take more of his length, until your tongue is tracing along the protruding veins, until the curve of his cock is slipping down your throat, testing your gag reflex. “Just like that, babe.”
He bobs your head up and down, cockhead pounding against the back of your mouth with each thrust, and you do your best to loosen your jaw, to breathe through your nose and catch a whiff of his musk, of the heady scent of sex that permeates the surrounding air as the seconds pass. Mindlessly, your hands float up to your chest, playing with your tits and pinching your nipples through your bra. He grunts, brazenly gaping at the way you push your tits together, eyeing the trail of spit and pre that dribbles out of your mouth, along your throat and down your cleavage.
“Shit, look up, baby, look at the camera,” he growls, keeping his cock buried in your throat as he tugs you by the hair, forcing your gaze up to the bright light. You blink back tears, widening your eyes to look more innocent, more desperate, and he groans at the sight of your clouded gaze, of the drool and spit dripping out of your mouth around his cock. “Who’s fucking your mouth, huh?”
He knows you’re enunciating his name in reply, it’s just a shame all the camera can pick up is you mewling around his cock, his thick girth reducing your syllables to nonsensical garbles, to slurred, wanton moans as he pulls back and shoves himself back in once more. The coarse hair around his cock itches your nose when he holds you steady, and you can feel his cock twitch in your throat when you gulp around it before he finally pulls back to let you breathe properly.
He doesn’t let up, though, pumping his cock in his free hand, smearing the mess of pre and spit all over your cheeks, over your rolled out tongue before he smacks the tip against the wet muscle.
“Whose cock d’ya want?”
“Yours,” you reply instantly, pursing your lips around the tip, and he slides his cock in further, making it poke against the inside of your cheek.
“Louder, baby.”
“Yoursh, Han’a,” you whine around his cock, tugging on his wrist so he’d push his cock in properly, so he’d fuck your throat until your voice turns raspy.
“Yeah?” He grins, moving his hand back to your head, and you immediately take him deeper into your mouth, one hand dropping to fondle his balls, squeezing so he jolts in your hold, hips slapping against your face.
You can feel your own panties grow wetter each time he groans your name, each time you look up to admire the way he throws his head back, mouth wide and singing praise, but are greeted by the bright flash of his camera instead; just the thought of him sending this video to one of your closest friends — Kaminari, no less, who you know will shamelessly jack off to it — has you clenching around thin air, leaking into your underwear. You sneak a hand down to alleviate yourself, trying to rub your clit through the fabric of your pants, and the movement doesn’t escape Sero’s notice.
“Look at that, you’re getting off on this? Fucking touch— touching yourself with my dick in your mouth? Shit, baby.”
He pulls out just to get a clear shot of the way you spread your knees and circle your nub, but the feeling is so underwhelming, muted because of all the layers of clothes in the way, and it makes you whine up at him childishly. “Hanta, please, need you.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he murmurs, voice low and husky, captivated by the way you roll your hips in search of a better angle. “How badly d’you need me?” He’s cruel to ask when he can see how anguished and zealous you are, but he takes great pleasure in seeing the way you reduce yourself to whimpers and mewls of his name, sobbing for his help.
“So badly, Hanta, I can’t— really need you, want your help, please, please, baby…”
“Go on then.” He smirks at the way your brows cross, confused until he nudges your knee with his socked foot. “Help yourself, baby.”
You’re so cute, he can’t help but think, watching your lips drop in disbelief.
“Seriously…?” So fucking adorable. “Hanta…”
“It’s that or nothing, babe, now open up again.”
He slips the tip of his cock back into your mouth, but his eyes haven’t left yours, raising a brow as you just sit there and take what he does to you, keeping your mouth ajar so he can slide his cock back and forth, keeping your legs grounded as he taps his foot on your thigh. You shoot him a small glare, lacking any real fire, before scrunching your eyes closed, and pushing his foot off of your leg. It drops in the gap between your thighs and his smirk grows, his hips stop moving, as he watches in awe as you hover over him before lowering your hips.
“Holy shit,” he wheezes, lost for words as you grind down on him. He’s stuttering, choking on his own words as the heat from your sex engulfs him — never in his wildest dreams had he thought he’d get to see you humping his foot as you suck him off, but god, he’s never forgetting this moment because it’s so fucking hot. His cock twitches in your mouth every time you rut your hips over him, digging your nails into his calf, and if this goes on for any longer, he knows he’s going to blow his load down your throat, and this is going to make for the shortest sex tape ever.
“F-Fuck, shit, baby, you’re so desperate, huh? Humping my foot like a fucking dog, fuck— fuckin’ bitch in heat, oh god, oh shit, shit—”
His legs are trembling, like an earthquake is running straight through his body, and he’s sure the camera is a shaky mess, but can’t bring himself to fix his grip when you’re sliding yourself along his foot like you’re riding his dick.
“F-Fuck, shit, you’re takin’ me so well, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna let me cum all over you, yeah? All over your tits?” You nod around his dick and he snickers, but the sound isn’t nearly as sadistic as he’d like it to be. “Course you would, dirty girl. Y’want him to see you like this? Want him to see you fucking my foot, drippin’ in my fuckin’ cum, don’t you? Let’s show him who you belong to, yeah?”
You whine when he slips out of your mouth, but you’re not left disappointed for long when he pulls you up to stand. “Get this shit off and get on the bed, on your knees.”
You almost stumble in your haste to pull off your pants — it takes more effort than you’d like to admit to peel your underwear off from where it’s glued to your cunt, darkened and absolutely fucking drenched in your arousal — and get to his bed, but you manage without embarrassing yourself too much, quick to assume the position Sero wants.
He rids himself of his own clothes, kneeling behind you, and you sway your hips impatiently when he grabs your ass, nails sinking into the fat before he slaps it once, twice, admiring the way your skin ripples with each smack.
"Fuck yeah, look at you," he grins, spreading your cheeks with one hand so he can get a better view of your needy pussy. "You're so fucking wet, huh? All for me? Drippin' all over your fucking thighs…"
"Hanta, please— please don't tease, wan' you s'bad…"
"Yeah?" Two fingers prod at your entrance, easily sliding in curling against your silky walls, and your body careens into the bed, pushing your ass out to take him in further. "Fuck, listen to that, babe, s'fuckin' noisy, he can probably hear you from out there. You gonna cum like this, yeah? Jus' from my fingers?"
"Yeah, yeah." Your voice leaves you in high-pitched mewls, in whimpered ah, ah, ah's as Sero batters your g-spot with ease, as he crooks his fingers when he pulls out, only to rub sloppy circles over your clit, recording the way your cunt clenches around nothing until your orgasm hits you. You're teetering the border of satisfaction, happy that you've finally cum, but there's an emptiness that fills your body at the lack of anything stuffing you full.
You're whining his name into the sheets without even realising it, tears seeping into the bed sheets as he lets out a low, sadistic chuckle. His voice reeks of faux sympathy as he turns you over to speak to you. "Oh baby, why're you crying, hm? I made you cum, didn't I? I thought that was what you wanted…"
You look so pretty like this: legs spread around his body, barely aware of the way his heavy cock rests on your mound as he bucks his hips slowly, wetting his length with the arousal that coats your pussy; hair in disarray, tears running down the sides of your face as your eyes stay half-lidded, unfocused and bleary; your lips, gaping and breathless, bitten raw and swollen, mumbling his name and pleas. He makes sure to get it all in the frame — the lovebites that mark up your neck, the way your body shudders when the tip of his cock catches onto the hood of your clit.
He just knows Kaminari's going to be fapping to this for days to come. He should drill into both of your heads just who owns your heart and pussy, though.
"Han— Hanta, please, please wanna cum s'badly, wan' you to fuck me, p-please, wan'— need it s'bad, baby."
"Need my cock? 'S that what you need, baby? Need me stuff your li'l pussy full, huh?"
You're nodding your head, hands uselessly trying to hold your thighs up to spread yourself more, but they feel so weak, still lost in the throes of your climax. "Mhm, need your cock. Now— now, please, Hanta…"
"Whose cock d'ya want?"
"Yours! Yours, only yours, Hanta, please, please—"
"Good girl." He slaps his cock against your slit, and his eyes shine when more arousal leaks out of you then. "Who's gonna fuck your pretty pussy?"
"You, you, Hanta, you—"
Finally, finally, he slips the tip of his cock in, and just that has you delirious, has you moaning and sobbing and whining for more.
"Yesss, oh god, oh f-fuck, Hanta, please, please don't stop, please— ngh, fuck, ah, ah—!"
He pauses when he's buried down to the hilt, staring down at the space where he's connected to you, where your cunt stretches just to fit his thick cock, where your legs quiver and tremble as he rears his hips and slams himself into you, balls slapping against your ass, back arching as he keeps up the brutally slow, harsh pace.
He's taking his time, relishing the way the veins on his cock drag against your velvet walls, but that doesn't mean it isn't pleasurable — far from it, the languid motions let him ram against your sweetest spots with pinpoint accuracy, cockhead bullying your nerves into obedience with each pump. He zooms in on the ring of cream that coats his cock each time he pulls out, excitement bubbling in him at the sheen coating your sexes, at the way you gush around him with each thrust.
"This what you wanted, baby?" He asks, enamoured by the way your eyes roll back into your head, the way your nipples harden against the cups of your bra, the way you clench around the bedsheets when he drops a hand to rub your clit. You're babbling and slurring your words, but he's sure anyone could make out the way you repeat his name, chant the words Han, Han, Hanta like it's the only prayer you know. "Yeah, yeah, that's my girl; always happy when you got my dick in you, yeah?"
"Happy, s'happy, Hanta."
He's pretty sure you don't even know what you're saying, you're just mindlessly repeating after him, too cockdrunk to think for yourself.
"Yeah, baby, c'mon, lemme see you cum, cum for the camera, pretty girl, that's it." It doesn't take much to push you over the edge — not when Sero's targeting your g-spot like he's wired to tap, tap, tap against it, not when he's spitting on your clit and massaging it into the puffy button. "F-Fuck, fuck, can feel you— tight, s'fuckin' tight, 'm gonna—"
Your cries and the lewd squelches of him hammering into your cunt are all that echo through the room before he shoves himself as deep as possible. Warmth spurts into you as he cums, groaning and leaning over your body as your cunt clenches in the aftershocks of your combined releases. His hair tickles the skin of your chest each time you breathe in, but you don't care about the way sweat drips from his forehead to your body, too busy sinking into the comfort of his bed, trying to calm your racing heart.
He's the first to move, slowly inching himself out, and he's not too fucked out of his mind (unlike you) to forget to record this moment. He could watch this on loop for the rest of his life, he thinks, ogling the way your cum, his cum, gushes out of your greedy hole. It's a mess of sweat, cum, spit down there, downright filthy and disgusting, and he definitely needs to throw his sheets in the wash as soon as possible if he ever wants to reuse them, but there's no way he's doing any of that right now, not when he's mesmerised by the way your cunt spasms around his fingers when he pushes his cum back into you.
"Can't waste a drop of that, baby," he says, sliding his fingers back out before hovering over you once more. Wet fingers prod at your lips, and you don't even question him before you open up, letting him rub off the wetness on your tongue, still recording the way he plays with your mouth. "Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you, Hanta," you sigh, finally blinking your eyes open to see a rather fond smile on his face.
"Good girl," he hums, dipping to kiss you once before speaking. "And who do you belong to?"
You think better of teasing him, body already feeling like jelly beneath his. "You, Hanta,"
"Damn right," he smirks, planting another kiss on your lips. "Now say fuck you, Kaminari."
You giggle at that. "Fuck me, Kami— Hey!"
"Fuckin' brat," he growls, dropping his head to bite at a sensitive spot on your neck. He cut the video before you could finish speaking earlier, but you're sure Kaminari knows what you were about to say.
You curl into his chest when he settles beside you, watching as he sends the video to Kaminari before turning his phone off and resting it on your chest.
Mere seconds go by before it buzzes to life on top of you.
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denkz: omg csn i come over
denkz: wait lemme watch it then we're 3soming idc
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