Rebound (Black! Sero Hanta(Hasani) x Black! Fem reader)

Chapter 2

Hasani makes it his goal to fluster you as much as possible in the convenience store.

Every time you examine the snacks, he comes right behind you to look over your shoulder. He's so... big compared to you. You're not short, standing a little above average for a woman, but he still manages to tower over you.

"You should get those," he points at some pixie sticks on a bottom shelf, "They're fire. "

You bend over and start packing the long packets of glittery pink sugar. You yelp in surprise when you feel something touch your lower back.

"Your back dimples sexy as fuck, mama" Hasani bites his lip, poking the deep dimple a little more, "Probably could just— fuck " he slots his thumb in it and gently presses again.

Okay, wow, you think and keep packing the sweets until you've deemed it enough.

"I—" you clear your throat, "...I think that's it" you look at the shopping basket full of snacks and drinks, "We better get going."

"Mhm," Hasani nods, following you to the checkout, where a bored-looking guy with cornrows is standing.

"Just these, please," you smile at him. It's cool, just get the snack, drive back and chill.

Hasani plops a box of condoms on the counter, "These too," he bends a little to whisper in your ear, "Better safe than sorry, right mamas?"

"Yeah," you squeak.

The cashier just gives you both funny looks in between scanning the items.

"$67.50," he drawls.

"Oh, I thought it'd be more. I have a hundred," you fish in your pocket for the bill you remember putting in your pants before leaving the apartment. At least you don't have to use the card.

Hasani beats you to it and hands the clerk a hundred-dollar bill, "I got it."

The clerk gives him his change and the bagged items. "Have a good night."

Hasani quickly leads you out of the store into the cool night air back to Yannis' army green jeep. Hasani puts the things in the back seat and you drive back to the apartment.

When you pull up a little down the street from the apartment and unbuckle your seatbelt, Hasani reaches for your arm, "Woah, slow down, mama, we don't have to go up yet."

"But the snacks—"

"—will still be here. I just wanna talk to you more, alone."

Hasani twirls one of your locs around his finger with a smile on his face.

You're not dumb. You know what he's doing and what he wants , but you're still extremely nervous. He's probably been with hundreds of other girls, and you're just another notch in his belt. Whatever—

"Okay," you nod.

"No pressure, though. We can go up if you want."

"No, it's—it's fine" You manage a genuine smile at him, "I like.... being with you...here" that sounds so corny.

" Oooh, " he smiles, "I like that." He puts his hand on your thigh, "Like it a lot. "

Oh god...

You stare at the hand, thoughts running a hundred miles a minute.

In a moment of bravery, you gulp and tell him, "We should...the back...."

"The back?" he looks over to the empty backseat, "What's wrong with it?"

"We can...go there if you want."