Anime characters x reader

Sero Hanta x reader lemon

everything was heavy. the bag on your shoulder digging into your skin, the weight of your eyelids threatening to close as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. the heavy feeling that maybe being potentially successful wasn't worth all the bullshit college work. what made all the heavy feelings worthwhile though, was on the other side of the door you were currently fumbling to unlock.

you heard the feint sounds of a pot or a pan being moved before you saw Hanta emerge from the kitchen with his characteristically large smile. "hey baby, how was your day?" he asked before embracing you, smothering his face into your hair.

"tiring. I feel like I could sink into the floor right now," you hug him back and melt into the safety of his arms before he breaks it. "go sit down, okay?" he takes the bag from your shoulders and sets it by the door. you plant a firm kiss to his cheek before he makes his way back to the kitchen.

the clinking of plates is a soft but welcome noise as you ease into one of your dining room chairs. you can barely see him from your seat at the table, still admiring the sliver of him that is within view.

he comes back with two full and steaming plates, everything looks and smells delicious. he sets both plates down before speaking, "after this how about a massage? with a warm bath, yeah?" you groan, feeling guilt eating you from the idea of him taking care of you more than he needs to, "you don't need to do that." "I know I don't, I want to." you roll your eyes before biting into the meal in front of you.

it was warm, filling, everything you needed from a meal tonight. the table talk and scraping of utensils on ceramic has never been endearing to you, but these moments with Hanta changed a lot of things. you thank him for the meal, kissing his nose before he takes the plates away.

when he comes back, his hand grasps yours, tugging you from the chair. his hand in yours is grounding, pulling you to your bathroom gently.

the mirror in front of you shows two bodies, Hanta behind you, arms slung lazily over your shoulders from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling at the mirror image. something is magical about this mundane moment. something you can't place right now, because every moment that you've felt this has been with him.

"thank you for loving me, Hanta" the words are spoken softly, falling out from the bottom of your soul. you're met with a kiss to the back of your head and a quiet I'm so lucky to have you. he pulls away from behind you, preparing to run the bath and fetch the massage oils from the cabinet.

the bath is almost full when you dip your toe in, testing the waters. "is the temperature good? just the way you like it, right?" you nod your head in response, pulling your foot back to the cold tiles. he pulls you into his arms once again, kissing your head before saying "let's get these off yeah?" as he tugged the hem of your shirt up. you allowed him to undress you, he was gentle but still ogling at you like the first time he saw you nude. "you act like you don't ever see me naked, creep." he smiles still entranced by you, "mhm but how could I ever get used to this view baby?" you laugh, easing into the bath to avoid the chills.

"you getting in with me?" he nods in his head in response before undressing himself just as he had done to you moments ago. you watched from your seat within the water, you understood what he meant when he said he could never get used to seeing you like this; because surely you'd never grown tired of the way his lean muscles flexed as he reached his arms up and over his head.

"who's the creep now?" he snapped you back into the moment, gesturing for you to scoot forward. you watch the water level rise and sway as he gets in behind you, the added body heat and the kiss planted on your shoulder pull you from your thoughts. a soft spoken so gorgeous is the only thing you can make out when you tune back into the moment.

glass is clinking from behind you, massage oils you assume as you allow your legs to splay out a bit more. your suspicions are confirmed when slick and warm hands meet your back, beginning to coat your skin with the oils. everything smelled like lemongrass, it reminded you of him, reminded of the many times he had used his hands to guide the pain from your flesh before.

it wasn't long before he was properly kneading into your back, rolling out knots and singing praises as you leaned into his touch. every you're doing so good heading straight to between your thighs before your brain. it was guilt inducing, squeezing your thighs together and keeping quiet to not ruin a romantic moment tonight. you feigned ignorance when hanta asked "is everything okay?" not knowing how much he could see from behind you.

the slender fingers wrapping around your chin surprise you only briefly, before guiding you, turning your attention as far as you could turn over your own shoulder. his mouth is gentle on yours, pulling you in, the taste of love evident on his lips. the hands on your waist were as gentle as the lowly spoken turn around for me. you pull yourself up and around with his help, now straddling him.

"is this okay?" he asks from beneath you, pushing a thigh up, adding much needed pressure between your legs. you nod your head, allowing the weight of your body to settle onto his thigh. you begin rocking against his muscular thighs, arms finding place around his neck as your clit catches against the tough skin.

"you look so pretty getting off on my thigh baby," you feel him hoisting you up, arms wrapped underneath your thighs; you whine at the loss of contact. "I know baby, but im supposed to be taking care of you" you feel the cold wall of the tub meet your ass as he props you on against the bath wall.

hanta's mouth slots against yours ago, hungrier this time. you ease your tongue into his mouth, exploring the depths of him with each tug of his hair and each groan that spills from his mouth. you chase his lips when he pulls away.

"I love you," your words echo in the cold tiled room, bouncing on each white square before settling between both of your bodies, hanging in the air. he looked into your eyes, grasping your hand before returning the words that hung between you.

he kissed you once more before coaxing your legs apart, earning your unspoken consent before sliding his long fingers into your heat. the pace is easy, warming you up to him, trailing kisses along your clavicle and nipping the soft skin each time he earns a moan from you.

you can't stop your eyes from trailing down his arms, watching his taut muscles flex and the veins protrude from his lower arms with each thrust. as he notices you watching, he picks up the pace, watching where his fingers rut into you, groaning at the sight of it all.

the squelching and the heavy breaths from both of you fill the room, the pressure building within you is something familiar and warm. "I'm close, Hanta." he looks up at you, a smirk passing before he adds pressure to your clit with his thumb, hoping to pull you closer to the edge. his free hand grasps you by the chin, pulling your focus to him.

"I wanna see how pretty you look when you come."

the coil snaps as his words push you over the edge, whole body trembling in his hold. he keeps his pace, working you through your orgasm, keeping your eyes on him as he does.

it all ends with heavy breaths and hanta pulling his fingers from you, bringing them up to taste you; keeping one hand under your thigh to steady you. "thank you, Hanta," your voice is strained as you utter your gratitude.

"no need to thank me baby, just breathe. you did so good for me." he leans his forehead against yours, wrapping his arms around you, stabilizing the both of you. you both stay like that for a while, allowing your racing hearts to settle as the bath water turns cold. once he realizes, he hoists both of you out of the tub and allows you to stand. he dries you both off, wrapping you in the warm grey cloth before picking you up bridal style.

"c'mon I'm tired too"