Just Thinking About Getting Drunk With Your Boyfriend Sero (French Song Cuz I Felt Like It)

Just thinking about getting drunk with your boyfriend Sero (French song cuz i felt like it)

How many sips are you up to? No idea. But the bottle is almost empty, only a quarter should remain. You just recorded Sero naked, doing the helicopter with his dick. You’re dying of laugher on the floor, phone in one hand, the bottle in the other. You’re wondering what it would feel like to have a penis? It looks kinda fun.

“Do it again!” He put his boxer back on and sat back on the floor with you “Think we’re going to stop here honey cause as you can see, I’m hard for you” A flirty smile grows on your face as you climb on his lap. “I could help you but you don’t want me to put my pretty mouth on you” “You already sucked me off twice in an hour baby” You give him a proud smile as you start grinding on his lap. Alcohol is making you really confident and you know your boyfriend would never judge you. Always ready to follow you in your fantasies.

Wanting to grab back the bottle, you almost fall headfirst onto the carpet. Fortunately, Sero catches you back by your underwear, preventing you from falling. “Outch! I think you just broke me in half” He left out a small chuckle because of your reaction and places you on the bed.

“I literally saved you. Now show me your little wound” After throwing away the bottle, he gently spread your legs, now having a full view on your covered cunt. Pulling your panties to the side he starts to fake-searching for any injury.

“Oh, I see, there’s damages. I must intervene” His tongue slowly goes from your entrance to your clit, taking a long strip of you. The feeling offers you a one-way ticket to paradise. “Yeah, right here, that’s where it hurts” you say while pushing his head deeper in you. Your heart is beating way too fast. His tongue drawing circles around your clit while his fingers slowly enter you. Yours hips automatically raise to meet him. “You're a very cooperative patient miss-“ “Shut up and keep going” He laugh and buries his head back between your thighs. “Yes ma’am”

You run your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling on them to show how good he’s making you feel. Your moan become louder and louder while he moves his tongue and fingers on you. When you reach your high, your whole body tremble but he doesn’t move, wanting to taste you until the end.

“I guess I’m a really good doctor…”

Bakugo please just ONE chance

dating hanta sero - a moodboard

sero strikes me as someone who's main love language is physical touch, or acts of service. he has a naturally funny personality, so he would do anything to see you smile or laugh. every morning when he's still half asleep, he clings onto you like a koala and utters the funniest nonsense. as for his acts of service counterpart, he does things for you subconsciously. he saved you some of his food? he knew you'd try to steal some. a carton of milk on your desk? wants to make sure you get your vitamin d. he opens doors for you all the time? he doesn't mind doing these things, he actually enjoys them. as long as you have less on your plate. he's also known as the 'spider-man' of ua since he swings around on his tape. there was this one time he was trying to latch on to the doorframe, but he missed and hit aizawa's face(rip sero). but as someone who has to be very fast with his quirk, i can see endurance training dates at the gym. he mostly focuses on back and arm day, as he uses them the most. sero isn't big on affection like hugs, cuddles, etc. he's someone who usually has a hand on you; on your back, around your waist, on your leg, as long as he has a finger on you. maybe you'll actually let him tape you guys together.

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(character does not belong to me, rightfully belongs to kohei horikoshi. pictures do not belong to me, rightfully belongs to op on pinterest. apologies if character is ooc.)

Texts with Pro hero Sero if he was you bf ☆

I literally ran over here cuz I just saw a clip of a hiphop dancer and ballet dancer dancing together for the olympics and I'm like OHH??

Perchance hiphop dancer!bakugou and ballet!reader???? I WANT TO KNOW UR THOUGHTS.

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. PLS THIS JUST AWAKENED SMTH IN ME

(SORRY IF THIS TOO LONG???)

You were often training a bit later than the other dancer. You were a perfectionist, your moves needed to be clean, smooth and precise. Ballet was intransigent, one mistake could ruin all of your efforts. That is why you were still in the dancing, you've been in here for hours now and the sun had already set. You did so many pirouettes that your head was spinning. So many jumps your feet were bleeding. But it still wasn't enough. You needed to be perfect. After a particularly hard spin you fall to the ground, your body not able to handle the pressure. Your body couldn't handle the effort your brain wanted to make.

"Damn, that was definitely interesting" a voice came out of nowhere. It was a bit mocking but the tone of his voice made you curious. Deep and cold, you could feel all his confidence through his voice. You turn around to see where the voice was coming from. That is when you first laid your eyes on him. His blonde messy hair were stooding out in the darkness of the room. His cherry red eyes were locked on you and you were scared they might see through the deepest places of your soul. He was way too relaxed compared to you.

"Are you done ? I want to train" it kinda surprised you because you never saw him before. You were here everyday and you know everyone. Moreover, he definitely didn't look like the type to do ballet but you could be wrong. "Oh yeah sorry. I'm leaving" "Good."

You start to pick up your stuff and finally take off your pointe shoes. Since when have you been wearing them ? Probably a few hours now. While you put your things back into your bag, the blonde haired boy

settled in front of the mirror. He was wearing a black tank top, revealing his surprisingly muscular back. And a baggy jean which fell perfectly on his ankles. You couldn't look away from him. There was something about him that made you admiring, it was almost obsessing. When the first notes of music sounded and his body began to move, your jaw almost dropped. It was the first time you saw someone dance like this. Every move was perfect, coordinated but most of all it was passionate. It was almost as if he he didn't have to think about the next step.

At the end of the song, you realised you had been sitting on the floor for almost 5 minutes, not moving an inch, your eyes focused on him. When he noticed you were still here, a smirk appeared on his face.

"Like what you see?" your cheeks immediately turn red. Of course you liked it how could you not. The way he danced was absolutely mesmerizing. He music started again and he went back to his choreography. You had to summon up all your motivation to get up and leave the room, and not only because your feet were hurting like crazy...

For several days afterwards, you trained until your feet were bleeding, until your legs were shaking and until the hiphop boy was back in the room. He was always coming really late, when everybody had already left. It was only you and him at this time of the night. But but your conversations are always very brief. It was only a few words and often it was only him making fun of you for training too hard. But one night, he decided to come earlier. He wanted to see you dance, he wanted to see you really dance. Because everytime, when he entered the room you were too exhausted to perform a simple choreography. He was dying to see your true potential. That is why he showed up at 8pm, bag on his shoulder, when you had just started rehearsing your pirouettes. When he saw you spin like this, he immediately understood why you were so tired every night. They were perfect. The way your legs and arms move was so graceful he'd think you were an angel. He studied you for a very long time, never getting sick of it. He doesn't know why his chest feels so weird, why his heart feels so full when he looks at you dancing with your sheer white skirt.

After a moment you finally realise he's here, you deduce that it's time for you to leave. "I'm sorry. I'm leaving." But when you start to head toward your bag, he grabs your wrist. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his hands against your skin. They're soft, and strong at the same time.

"Wait..."

He went to turn the music back on. When the first notes were heard, both your bodies began to move in rhythm. Your moves where slow, controlled and elegant. His were strong, fast and unpredictable. It was so different yet so similar. Your two bodies sometimes touched, in which case he'd grab your hand and spin you around like you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. You danced like this for a while, disconnecting your brain, all you could think about was his body moving in time with yours.

When the music stop, you look into his red eyes, losing yourself in it. "Where did you learn to dance like that ?" your question made him smile "I never learned, it's just something i like to do" "I wish I could be as talented as you without needing to train like crazy." He let lout a small laugh, amused by your response. Your faces were only a few inches away and he couldn't prevent his heart from beating way too fast when looking at your eyes. "You don't have to train so hard, just let your body express itself."

"There's actually something my body wants to do, but i'm not sure if it's reasonable" Your tone and the look in your eyes changed when pronouncing this last sentence. Mentally debating with yourself, you were thinking about your next move. Your heart was racing and your face was growing red.

But in the end, the blonde haired boy didn't give you time to think about it. He grabbed the back of your neck and gently glued his lips to yours. Kissing you, silencing all the voices in your head.

racer!katsuki x pitcrew!reader

was this relationship inappropriate? yes. would you lose your job if you were found out? also yes, but did you care as he was making out with you in his private room, caging you into the walls? no.

you were sat on the edge of his driver's room bed, sat on his lap. you were both in your work suits and you were definitely not allowed to be back in your, technically boss's, room.

this had become a normal thing for the two of you, he said that doing this was 'good luck' and 'didn't you want him to win?'

it first happened the day you accidentally ran into his room, he was shirtless as he eyed you suspiciously. 'fuck're ya doing here?' your eyes were wide as you tried to look into his.. but your eyes tended to wander and you were just a girl at heart.

he couldn't help but let a smirk come over his face, he'd seen you without your helmet a couple times, and he thought you were gorgeous. great at your job too, averaging two seconds above your teammates. did he make you nervous? no, he couldn't be.

he walked over to you, grabbing your hand as he caged you in the wall, putting his face directly in front of yours.

'so, see sum' ya like pretty?' he said condescendingly, a mischievous expression overtaking his face. 'i have some time so, tell me what's interesting you so much.'

his hour of preparation was spent wisely, with his tongue down your throat.

and that lead you back to today, after a 20 race win-streak, everyone couldn't help but question what had suddenly changed in bakugo's life to warrant such a huge improvement in his career.

so interested in fact, they had barged into his room where you both were currently french-kissing, your eyes wide as he cursed them out and shoved you off him, trying to get you out of view.

secrets out, i guess.