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here’s a snippet from my football player!sero fic. idk when imma finish it but i love it so much i wanna share it with y’all :3
cw: fem!reader, making out, heavy petting(?), sero is whipped for reader, not proofread at all
“yeah we can take it slow, reallll slow if we have to. im good at slow.” sero says, sitting up and nodding his head, agreeing with his own statement.
“hanta” you says, and he looks at you slightly confused, “you’re the fastest and most dynamic running back in the entire conference, what have you ever known about ‘going slow’?”
“sero,” you start, placing a hand on his chest, and he frowns at you, “hanta, sorry,” you correct yourself with a warm face, “you don’t have to feel bad about running into me or hurting me or anything like that.” you bite at your lips and avoid his gaze. “things like that happen all the time. i was in the wrong place at the wrong time and i shouldn’t have to be your burden nor problem to try and fix.”
“im not doing this cause i trampled and almost killed you” he says “sorry again by the way,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “im doing this cause i like you. i want to get to know you and your work more, i think you’re fascinating. and i kinda dont give a shit if you dont want my help, im taking care of you until you’re fully healed if you like it or not. dont think of it as me pitying you, im doing it cause you deserve it.”
its nice. having someone to hold like this and someone to hold you too.
but then, the universe decides to disturb the only peace youve seemed to get in the past week or so, and seros phone alarm rings heavy across your dorm, snaping you from your sleepy haze. you assume its his cue to start getting ready for his night practice before his game.
he slips his phone from his sweats and turns the alarm off, “i gotta go,” he says into your hair and you sleepily nod against him, “i know.”
“ill be back as soon as the busses get in, take you to lunch, or maybe i’ll make yo—“
you press your fingers to his lips in an effort to shut him up, “no. youre gonna get back, go to your apartment, and get some rest. i’ll be fine.”
“but—,” he squeeks out but you frown and press your fingers even firmer against his lips, “no buts” you say.”
he smiles and brings his arms from around you, grabbing hold of your hand that attempted to silence him, and kisses it.
he starts at your palm and works his way up to your fingers, peppering small kisses about your hand, keeping eye contact with you.
your face heats more and you turn your head from him to hide your girlish giggle. for him, it was easy to bring out your bashful side.
it feels weird, whatever the two of you have going on. he’s the universitys star running back, in the runnings for some of the most prestigious awards, trophies, and honors, and you’re just some nobody geek who needed a topic to do your work study on.
how the stars aligned for the two of you to cross paths, you’re not sure of, but you couldnt be anymore greatful.
all because he ran into you. literally.
he slowly and carefully starts to separate himself from you, scooting back and standing up from your slightly lofted bed, stumbling and almost falling.
you laugh and cover your smile, much to seros dismay. he could be so clumsy for such a focused athlete.
you try not to feel sad as he collects his things to leave, even though you were just telling him that he didn’t have to dote on you so much. you dont know how to feel really. youve never been treated this nice before.
he gathers the last of his things, keys clinking in his hand as he looks to see if he’s missing anything. after triple checking, his alarm sounds off again and he curses, “i thought i told you to shut up.”
you watch as he slips his phone back into his sweats before trotting over to you, leaning down and placing his hands on both sides of your body, caging you in.
he infiltrates your personal space so easily, but with a gentleness you can’t describe, so you don’t complain. your noses are almost touching and you can feel the breath from his nose blowing onto your face.
“ill be rooting for you,” you breathe, trying to keep your eyes from flickering from his eyes to his lips.
“id expect nothing less of my biggest fan,” hanta replies and you roll your eyes with a smile, the tension finally being broken by his insufferable humor.
“stay off that leg,” he reminds you with a huff and hard stare, “i mean it.”
“aye aye captain,” you reply, finally breaking and letting your eyes flit down to his lips, annoyed you couldn’t keep your composure, but glad youd finally indulged in this little game between the two of you.
hanta does the same and slowly begins to close into your space and you let him, heartbeat heavy in your ears.
theres a part of of you telling yourself to stop and that this was wrong but you didnt care. you didnt care one bit and if some part of sero was telling himself the same thing, he didnt seem to care either.
he carefully slots his mouth against yours and exhales through his nose, relieved he’d finally been able to kiss you.
his lips are soft and gentle as they slide against yours, and you wonder if yours feel the same, if he’d like the way this felt as much as you did.
a hunger washes over him and he pushes a little more into you,noses rubbing almost uncomfortably against each other, your covered breasts rubbing on his chest.
and before you can make a move to go any further, sero breaks the kiss, pulling away from you with a smack that reverberates off your dorm room walls.
“sorry”, he huffs, breathing hard and fast, trying to regain some sort of coherent thought, dazed from the touch of your lips, “im sorry.”
“its okay,” you reassure, shaking your head and ringing your fingers in your lap. “i didnt mind.”
he looks up to you and you smile bashfully, still hot from your kiss.
he lowers his head back down with a smile before straightening himself and walks backwards towards your dorm room door.
“kick their asses,” you smile and he smiles back.
“aye aye captain” he salutes, before opening your door and slipping through, giving you a knowing look and a wave before closing it, the auto lock clicking into place.
you flop down onto your bed, cover your face with your hands, and smile so big your cheeks hurt. if you could kick your legs in excitement, you would but unfortunately you’d have to settle for slightly less exciting expressions of joy.
“he’s gonna be so fucking late.”