"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
--- Cooking breakfast with your boyfriend was new. It magically turned you into a morning person. You've always had to wake up early because of the rigid time standard of U.A. but on weekends, your body shuts down and half of the day would be wasted 'cause of oversleeping. This weekend though, you and Hanta decided not to return home for the visitations. Most were gone, save for the squad who are still nursing a hangover in Bakugou's room. Hanta got the worst of it, drinking shots in your stead when he noticed how quiet you've turned the more tipsy you are as the night progressed. There was a whole lot of teasing from Denki, Kiri, and Mina but nothing you couldn't handle.
God, Hanta was endearing.
The raven head just stared at the pan for a full minute, forgetting to even turn the stove on. Poor baby, the hangover must be pretty strong.
You trodded towards him, snaking your arms from behind him, giving him a backhug. "Thank you." The rush of affection has been brewing since last night. You squeezed him tight.
He turns around, hands resting on your shoulders. He blinks. Sleepily.
"Hanta?"
His stare is unwavering and this used to make you embarrassed back then. Gently, and almost imperceptible, his hands are pushing you back. His body follows, pressed on yours. You could feel the knot on the garter of his shorts through your pajama shirt. It pressed against your stomach. You stop backing up when you feel the beveled edge of the kitchen counter.
You barely hear the music from the speaker when he tucks his chin on your head and starts to sway to an upbeat song. Pfft. Cute. You let him penguin sway you, or dance if you could still consider this as dancing.
"I can't wait to talk to you about this when you're fully awake." You mumble in his chest.
It was another minute or two when he leans down to whisper in your ear, it tickled. "Cariño, I gotta kiss you."
He pulled away, brushing your hair away from your eyes, then leaned forward and nibbled, once, on your ear. A small moan slips past your lips.
His hands descends from your shoulder blades, pressing down on you as it follows the path to your waist. He lifts you up so you could sit on the counter. A hand lands almost immediately on your left knee and instinctually, you open your legs for him to settle. He rests his head on your shoulder and your hands start to pet his head in comfort, nails lightly scratching his scalp. A rumbling sound at the back of his throat made you squirm, forgetting Hanta in the way you shut your legs only to trap him. "But I taste disgusting right now. 'Cause alcohol's dumb."
You giggled. "Nahh, I wanna kiss you too."
He looks up to stare in your eyes, brows scrunched together. "You're so pretty."
"Umm? Thank you?"
"Cute." He nuzzles your neck and you felt how he inhaled deeply on your throat and then slowly breathes out. "You gotta know, I got the hots for you."
You burst out laughing. "I know, I got the hots for you too."
"Hmm," His lips just draws random, sluggish movements on your throat.
COUGHS.
You and Hanta turn to the source of interruption.
"Geez, I know you two are a couple and all but not on my breakfast!" Mina grumbled as she sat on the kitchen stool. "Chop-chop! I demand my breakfast! I don't tolerate your PDAs for nothing."
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Hanta's thumbs made figure eights around the small of your back. He bit your bottom lip with the slightest pressure and that made you grab the back of his neck. You make yourself comfortable sitting on his lap. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. You and Sero are in his room, breaking off early from the squad's hang out to spend time alone.
Your nails scratch lightly on his nape and you thought it was impossible for his eyes to darken, teetering on the edge of his hair, fingertips getting caught in locks, you tug a bit but ultimately, slides back down to his nape then trails behind his ear.
"Cold." You couldn't help but comment but his hands are scorching warm resting on your ass. You let out a sound when he squeezed.
"Mhm, you like that?" His voice husky.
You feel him preen when you couldn't answer so to distract him, you place lazy kisses on his jaw. Fingers twining his hair. You feel him buck his hips which you meet with a roll of your own. Languidly, you repeat the motions over and over as he captures your parted mouth. His hands move to your hips, finger digging in the divots, not harshly but enough for your brain to hyperfocus on.
It's like his hands couldn't help but roam. One goes under your shirt tracing your spine way past your bra then down back to it, fiddling on the snap. Not attempting to unhook them, just fingertips padding on the edges. You wonder why it made every inch of you on fire.
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When Sero discovers how sensitive your the skin where your ribcage is, he absentmindedly traces his name over it on cuddle times.
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