"Let me get this straight, Sero forgot some of his memories BUT somehow there are made up ones like me being his girlfriend?"
"Pretty much." Kaminari shrugged.
PART 8 - nsfw minors dni
pov: you netflix & chill with Sero genre: fluff, nsfw MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment -Doja Cat
--- It was a long drawn out burn. The buildup to this intimacy. Every little thing felt precious, or memorable, to be frank, it was scary. How terrifying is it to see your life in someone else's eyes? As much as you act cool, that you had your expectations in a realistic extent, you daydream of a future with Sero. Of being pro heroes, even working in the same agency.
How terrifying is that?
To have this glimpse of a dream, and hope, to expect it even, that it'll come true. But somehow, most of the time, it stopped being scary. Like now for example, in his dorm room, time seemed to slow down. You and Hanta are alone. Bakugou went to go shop with Kirishima for some customization on their training gadgets. Mina went back home for a visit. Denki as well.
When people have been together long enough, they'd fall into lapses of comfortable silence. Just by being with them feels really good. You and Hanta were watching this show "A Través De Mi Ventana" on Netflix.
"The friend is hot compared to the neighbor." You blurted, sitting infront of Hanta with his arms around you. The laptop was placed on a round table, which was moved by the end of the bed to avoid kicking it by accident.
"Que?" He asks, squeezing his arms around you.
"I mean look at him, he wears a bathrobe to school!" You reasoned, trying to wiggle out of his strong grip. "Ease up, you're crushing me."
"First Klaus from The Umbrella Academy, now this guy. You have a type." His voice in deferential casualness.
Hanta was just asking for it. You hold one of his arms and bit. Hard. He tried to jerk his arm away but your grip was tight, you dig your teeth even more until you hear him groan. You stilled. That- was that- sexy.
"You left a mark." The tape quirk user, waved his bitten arm for you to see. The sight of your teeth mark on his skin had your heart leaping out of your chest. The redness on his skin pulled you, and you leaned down to give the spot a quick kiss. You vaguely hear his breath hitching, but he cleared his throat.
"You're too cute for me, cariño." His lips brushed against your forehead.
You and Hanta went back to watching the movie. Tried. And failing miserably because you were hyper aware of his arms crossing over you, his right palm on your left waist and his left on your right; rubbing your sides up and down leisurely, drawing lazy circles, gradually his fingers padded an inch below to the side of your breasts.
You don't realize you're holding your breath. You are only aware of your heart punching its way out of your chest that Hanta should be able to hear it. And then, he slides his palms down back to your waist. What a fucking tease! You leaned back, wiggling your butt on him as pay back. You held back a moan when you felt his arousal. "Hanta. . ."
"Mhm." Was that a teasing tone? He pecks your cheek, then the spot behind your ear, and then your left shoulder. His lips lingered, blossoms swirled in your tummy. "I'm watching."
You turn your head, and brushed your lips against his. It was a little hard to kiss in that position, so you tried to move your body to face him but he stops you when his hands started to cup your chest over your shirt. It made you lean back into him more, and nuzzle your face on his throat. He squeezed them, four fingers under and the thumb above. He makes a gentle fist, kneading slowly. You feel a trickle down your crotch. You open your mouth to press a wet kiss on his throat, absolutely loving the way it bobbed. In a deliberate manner, you grazed your teeth on his skin. "... Hanta?" Hearing your own voice, low and husky, it sounded needy. Seductive even.
"Should I keep going?" His palm pulls up, but his fingertips stayed, sinking into your soft, supple mounds. He taps rhythmically, and massaged, lightly at first then into gradual pressure.
"Yes." You blurt. And then he- snickered, laughing quietly. Maybe a tadbit mean to you because it made you feel embarrassed.
"I was translating for you, cariño.Quieres que siga. You're not paying attention to the movie." He says in your ear; it leaves a trail of goosebumps on your arms, leaving your cheeks numb and tingling. You looked at the screen and saw the scene of the rich neighbor on his knees, caressing the girl's thigh, and then gripping hard.
It felt hot. Everything did, especially his body against your back. You sat up and took off your bra, and then you held his hands, brought them under your shirt and made them grope your breasts. It felt even better, his calloused hands creates sweet friction on your smooth skin. It made him curse and groan. "Dios mio, you were so shy back then, mi amor." He continued to rub his palms gently around your breasts, and his thumbs made light circles around your nipples. His touch was gentle, cupping was sweet, and rubbing was low-pressure. It created an expectation in you, at the same time it made you relaxed. It was chill, like lounging while drunk, except this time it was being touched, and to be made feel good, leisurely, in a haze of sweet ache down your crotch.
"I want to touch you too." You say before letting out a small gasp when he finally flicks your nipples. He takes your hair to the side and kissed the back of your neck, and then he lets go of you to stand on the bed, while you turned to look at him and watched him undress his shorts along with his boxers. Your eyes widened at his length, and the curve. The leaking pre-cum was enticing, and the vision of his red slit makes you lick your lips. You reach out but his hand meets yours and intertwined.
"Wait," said Hanta as he sat on the bed once more. He turns you around and lifts you up, guiding you to sit on his stomach, and then making you lie your back on him. His shaft directly rubbing under your snuggly, wet heat. "Do you touch yourself?" He guides your hand and enclosed it on his cock. Hot and throbbing. "Get yourself off on me, cariño." His voice hitched low, mesmerizing. It got you hypnotized. He goes back to playing with your tits.
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