ft. timeskip denki kaminari + hanta sero
how they kiss you pt. 2 [ here’s part 1 ]
Denki always melts when you kiss him.
He starts off eager, lips moving against yours in rushed, hungry little presses, like he’s afraid you might pull away too soon. His hands hover over your skin, hesitant, unsure if he should grab you, hold you, take what he so clearly wants. But the second you grab him—fingers curling into the back of his neck, tugging him closer, deepening the kiss—he whimpers.
It’s needy, high-pitched, and so utterly desperate that it sends a sharp thrill down your spine. His body shudders against yours, and when you nip at his bottom lip, tugging just enough to make him groan, his grip finally tightens. Hands clutching at your waist, at your back, at anything—like he needs to anchor himself, like he’s trying so hard not to just fall apart right then and there.
“You’re so easy to tease,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“F-Fuck, you—” He breaks off with a shaky breath when you slide your hands under his shirt, nails grazing over his ribs, his stomach tensing beneath your touch. His head tilts back, exposing his throat, and it’s just too easy—the way he submits so naturally, the way his breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, his neck, teasing him, making him squirm.
“Shit—” His voice is nothing but a desperate little whine when you tug him back into another kiss, his body pressing flush against yours, trembling under your hands. He’s so easy to ruin, so easy to tease—and the best part?
He loves every second of it.
Sero kisses like he knows he’s driving you insane.
It starts slow, agonizing, his lips barely brushing against yours, teasing, taunting. His hands skim over your sides, ghosting over your skin, fingers never staying in one place for too long. You can feel the smirk tugging at his lips when you grow impatient, when you grab his shirt and pull him in, kissing him like you’re trying to devour him.
But the moment you do, his hands tighten—one gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back as he takes control.
“Impatient, huh?” he murmurs against your lips, voice smooth, teasing, but his breath is just a little uneven now even as his hands tighten around your waist, holding you close.
But he’s just as affected as you. You can feel it in the way his fingers twitch against your skin, in the way his breath hitches when you grind just a little against him. And when you tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, sucking just enough to make him groan—his grip finally falters.
That’s when he loses it.
You barely have time to respond before he grabs your thighs and lifts you up, pinning you against the nearest surface like you weigh nothing. His body presses flush against yours, hips slotting between your legs, and the sheer heat of him has your head spinning.
Then he kisses you properly.
It’s deep, consuming, his tongue sliding against yours, slow and deliberate, tasting you, drawing out every little sound he can. He groans when you roll your hips against him, his grip on your thighs tightening, the control he loves to flaunt crumbling just slightly.
“You really like pushing me, huh?” he mutters against your lips, his voice huskier now, breath hot against your skin. His lips trail down your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat, just barely teasing—but he doesn’t give in yet.
Instead, he pulls back just enough to watch you—your parted lips, the hazy, desperate look in your eyes.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his smirk lazy, cocky—but his grip on your hips says he’s just as desperate as you are. “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”
“please, baby, please, I want it so baddd.” you whined.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice husky, teasing, but just a little breathless. “That’s more like it.”
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“miller's on your ass today.”
you sighed, your gaze flickering from the beautiful, authentic sun setting over the city’s buildings to the blazing, sun-colored dork next to you.
“i mean really—“ he pulled out a gummy bear— from what seemed to be his never-ending side pocket stash —and stuffed it into his mouth. “you’d think the divorce would give the old bastard a revelation or something. but noooo, he’s still a bitch.” his confident gossip bubbled down into a dramatic murmur as he eventually shrugged his shoulders.
you sighed again, head dropping into your hands as it throbbed, too sc
rambled to focus on keigo's deep interest in your manager's love life. “i need a job.”
“you have two.” keigo retorted as he moved to cross his arms.
“i need another one.” you massage your temples before letting your hands fall to your sides.
keigo scoffed. “you’re really not making enough?”
“not if i don't want to be drowning in student debt for the rest of my life.” you complained.
keigo pressed his lips together and scrunched his nose. it was the face he made when he wanted to argue on but knew better than to. the back of his head hit the brick wall behind you two as he too, stopped to a sigh. “well, i hear there’s a new club down the block. LOVE, or something?”
“love? like the word?” your voice peaked as you looked at him.
keigo's fingers twirled around the string from his waist apron. “something like that.” the blonde's eyes fell to the sunset. yours followed them. “a couple of guys in my historical art class were talking about going.”
“the hippie—?”
keigo cut you off before you could finish your comment “my point is,” he leaned closer— most likely for dramatic effect, “they’re probably hiring.”
it was your turn to press your lips together now.
“bartending isn’t that bad.” keigo coaxed. you almost laughed at how fast he was able to switch his opinion on this idea. but keigo kept his eyes on the sun, like he was thinking about his plans for the future too. a better future. “plus the tips make it so worth it.” he titled his head toward you, shooting you a sly grin. he nodded his head, ‘yeah?’, as he nudged your shoulder.
your cold façade cracked into a warm smile. keigo always found a way to cheer you up. it was stupidly ironic. “i’ll apply when i get home.”
“and you swear we aren’t friends.” keigo scoffed and you showed no mercy when shoving his shoulder. he just laughed loudly. “midnight is doing pretty nice though. the regulars are cute and who knows, maybe miller will consider giving us raises.”
a chortle escaped your throat. “yeah. like shit.” your lips didn’t remain curled up for long. your eyes faltered to a determined degree, your mind sharp on your goal. you had always tried your best to fight for yourself, nothing about that would change. nothing would change. a high tension that you didn’t even realize you had dropped from your shoulder like anchors. you were secure. you were safe.
keigo kicked a rock at the ground, “my shift ends in thirty so i should head in.” he pointed back at the door. you nodded your head, giving him a small wave as he turned to go back into the bar.
the orange and yellow kissed hue from the sun tinted your face. you didn’t think about how long it'll actually take you to pay off your tuition. you didn’t think about the piles of homework you'd have to do when you got home. you didn’t even think about how you’d last the last half of this twelve-hour shift.
you just closed your eyes and focused on the sunshine’s delicate mark on your skin.
just a block down the packed city was LOV, whose grand opening last saturday had a total of twenty-three arrivals.
“told you this was a shit idea.” a gravelly voice opined as he flicked fresh ash from the window sill and let it fall onto the dirted path outside.
a low voice snarled in response, bony fingers typing away on his computer.
“don’t know why the old man—“
“shut up.” tomura snapped.
touya just grinned, “whats got your panties in a bunch, boss?” he shook his head in amusement, a stupid grin unreasonably placed on his lip. “you had high hopes or something?”
“shut the fuck up.” tomura eyes didn’t leave his screen, they only squinted as he muttered something to himself and his fingers swiped across the mouse pad of his laptop.
“god— are you like, virtually wired to the internet or something?” touya trudged over to tomuras set up, finding a comfortable spot on the back of his chair to rest his forearm on and inspect what tomura was so fixated on.
touya (surprisingly) was stunned.
“what the fuck is that?”
his laptop displayed a website page for a bar named moonlight. the layout was impressive alone; the backdrop flashed photos of a variety of very satisfied customers at the bar. an animation of a sparkling star shot across the top of the site, lighting up the bars boldly displayed name. and even—
“shit.” touya voice dropped to a whisper, mouth hanging dangerously close to tomuras ear. “look at that. they even got an interactive menu.” he disclosed, treating it as a cherry on top of moonlight's enormous advantaged cake.
“how the fuck are these bougie ass motherfuckers packed every. single. fucking night.” tomuras finger tapped rhythmically against his desk, seemingly mindless, but touya took notice.
touya pulled away, crossing his arms as he leaned up against tomuras desk. “we could use some better advertising.” he shrugged— acting as if he wouldn’t take huge offense if his comment wasn’t taken into consideration. luckily, tomura could recognize touya's snotty tone for what it really meant and couldn’t be bothered to push it.
“yeah.” he sighed, elbows falling onto his desk as his hands found themselves tangled into his sea of unbrushed hair. “when you learn how to code, come back to me with that.” he taunted through gritted teeth.
touya rolled his eyes, even though he knew tomura couldn’t see. “whatever. we can’t be in the slumps forever.” scarred hands reached for his phone as he pulled up the website on his own. his feet led him to the back door, hand reaching for his coat on the rack.
tomuras head peaked up at the sound of touya fleeting feet.
“and where the fuck are you going?”
“out.” touya dismissed, eyes still glued onto his phone screen as he typed in the directions from the website onto his map app.
tomura huffed out a heavy breath when the back door slammed shut. he leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms and legs far before settling back into his— what he swears is —not-so-horribly crooked posture. “fucking hell.” he muttered.
eventually his finger fell back onto his keyboard, clacking sound blending into the background noise once more.
touya sneered on the other side of the door. his gait was confident as he followed direction of the rising moon.
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bloom omg hiii! first time in the ask box.. kinda nervous. put can i please request head-cannons as the reader being the mha boys workout/gym crush 🤗
( and can u plssss include bakugo ! only if u want though no pressure :p)
⋆˚࿔ crushed reps
— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)
contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship to established relationship
authors note: sorry for the long wait anon ! n thank u for the request mwah. btw hitoshi is actually delusional abt every interaction you have. he goes home and breaks it down w the guys while gaming.
also no bakugo cus guys i cant but there are so many other amazing bloggers who can and will do it amazingly so pls request and follow them !!!
⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima
eijiro wouldn’t notice you right away, being so immersed in his own workouts, but over the span of a couple of weeks he can’t help but take note of you.
when you're nearby he lifts just a little heavier than usual at the chance to impress you. if you so much as glance over at him and flash him a smile, he considers it a win.
and if you compliment him it makes his day! he tries to play it off but he can’t stop himself from grinning like an idiot. “ah, it’s nothing really! um, i saw you and— you were doing great too!”
eijiro would finally ask you out by putting flowers in your locker and then popping up behind you like, “hey, you're a really stable lifter— wanna go on a date with me?”
once you are officially dating you are also officially gym partners for life.
eijiro falls into the habit of buying the same gym brand equipment as you because he’s now shopping for two and it’s easier.
you two start your mornings by making protein packed smoothies alongside a nutrient rich breakfast. eijiro encourages early runs before work together and you always accept— he wraps a scarf around your neck, insisting that your workout outfit isn’t warm enough.
eijiro is discussing both your workout plans on your way to the gym and runs at any opportunity to spot you.
at the end of the day, you like to take photos to document your progress and eijiro flexing in the back of them has become your new normal.
eijiro makes a joint diet schedule that’s hung up on your fridge and plans ice cream dates on your shared cheat days.
⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari
when denki first saw you at the gym— which was pretty soon after you began going because he’s always distracted at the gym — he lost track of his speed and flew off his treadmill. to no one's surprise, he spent the next couple of weeks watching you, not in a creepy way, but in an admirable one.
you were consistent, confident, and exactly his type and he could tell all this without even having to talk to you.
your high gym attendance improves denki’s. now he spends hour-long sessions at the gym in hopes to run into or even just see you.
denki would come up with the stupidest way to talk to you for the first time. like he notices you’ve been focused on your biceps recently and challenges you to an arm wrestle.
he goes home and practices complimenting you in the mirror, “woahhh nice form— no, that sounds weird. perfect form beautiful! …no not that. you are so sex— fuck.” (and maybe gets a little side tracked)
once he finally makes his move and you accept, he’s genuinely just sooo ecstatic to show you off at the gym. he loooves spotting for you, even if you don’t need it.
denki loses his mind when you arrive with a new workout set that fits your figure just right, literally ogling at you shamelessly. he’ll say you need to fix your strap, no, he’ll do it for you just so he can get his hands on you.
getting smoothies after working out is a new favorite part of both your routines.
⋆˚࿔ h.sero
hanta sees you killing it on the stairmaster and immediately knows he needs you to be a part of his life.
he finds you at the front desk after one of his late night workout sessions, and sparks up a conversation with you. he’ll be sure to include how he notices you really like to do cardio and expresses his fascination for it.
from then on you two have a very flirty dynamic. there’s never a day where he doesn’t compliment you.
he always brings an extra jacket just in case you want to do your exercises outside.
hanta remembers your favorite energy drink, and somehow ‘accidentally buys two’ so he ends up giving you one. this happens more times than it should.
hanta hears music blasting from your headphones one day and suggests making a shared playlist. he’d tease you for your music taste but listens to your favorite albums when he does solo runs or is studying.
the first time you properly flirt back with him, he genuinely starts lagging. “yeah? really— i mean that great, you’re great.”
if someone’s creeping on you at the gym? he’s there in seconds. arm draped around your shoulders, casual but firm. “hey babe, you ready to go?” (he’d do this before you’re even official)
you could be doing two different exercises at the gym, but he makes sure that you’re always in his line of sight.
though hanta is an amazing boyfriend, he isn’t always the best gym buddy. all it takes is waking up next to you, breathing slow and peacefully as you’re tucked under his arm, for him to cancel his 8am workout session. and he’ll beg you to not leave his side when it’s time for you to get up.
⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou
hitoshi first noticed you because you actually wiped down the equipment after using it. that’s it. his knew his standards were already high and maybe you’d prove he wasn’t out of his mind.
hitoshi unapologetically looked you up on social media when he got home that day and physically flung his phone across the room when he accidentally liked your latest post.
he definitely didn’t avoid going to the gym for a couple days after that…
eventually, you two end up at the water fountain at the same time and hitoshi forces his resting bitch face to curl up into a small smile. it pays off when you tell him he’s cute and pointed out his one sided dimple.
hitoshi would only ask you out after you've complimented him a dozen times, he’s dropped a million hints, and he’s 100% sure you’re interested in him.
even after becoming official, hitoshi gets totally flustered if you compliment his progress and will try to cover it with sarcasm. “whatever it’s nothing.” (he’s blushing)
you’re the only person he ever gives unsolicited advice to gently. “if you adjust your grip just a little, it’ll hit your lats better.” it’s his version of flirting.
hitoshi stopped taking pre-workout and started stretching with you in the morning instead (and it has worked wonders for him.)
you’re genuinely his biggest motivation. he thinks you’re cool and wants to keep you around so as long as you’re the one kissing his biceps by the day and he will keep on fighting.
if you’re both facing the mirror, and he catches your gaze he tries soooooo hard to act nonchalant but you can see him smiling to himself and quietly hyping himself up.
What am I hearing abt sweaty Oikawa and where are the pics..
i fear.. i lied ! 😁 IM SORRY
space girls 🪐👽💖