asian/latino sero cause duh | he has a filthy mouth | nsfw mdni
hanta has a way of making you feel so gorgeous and so desired, it’s a skill. the way he touches you, looks at you, talks to you—it all sets you on fire.
you’re on your hands and knees, face pressed into the bed as he watches you, coming in so close you can feel his breath on you.
“look at you, mi cariño.” his voice is full of awe, adoration. his hands slide up your thighs to your ass. “i’ve missed this.”
when you cheekily point out that he saw you (naked as well) just last night, he squeezes your ass playfully. “s’been too long since then.”
he shifts on the bed behind you, you feel him more than see him. he pushes your legs apart gently, more of a silent demand than a physical one. “come on baby, spread your legs a little more, let me see her.”
you do, whining already just from his tone, how desperate he sounds, like you’re keeping precious treasure away from him and all to yourself.
he groans, tortured by the sight of you. “fuck, princesa.” he licks his lips, cooing at your lower ones. “d’you miss me? yeah?”
he’s turning you on so you don’t mind the talking, you fucking love the talking, but you’re getting impatient for his touch, so you show him that—wiggling your ass in his face, whining his name the way he likes.
he curses again and slaps your ass, soothing it quickly after, rubbing a warm hand in real slow. “i know baby.”
he gets up on his knees and leans over to you, “here mi amor, get it nice and wet for me.” you open up without question and he slides his thumb in your mouth.
you swirl your tongue around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck it real good, and he feels like he’s about to burst in his sweats.
“that’s a good girl.”
he gets back behind you, “lemme spread her open a bit yeah? then i’ll give you what we’re both dying for.” he slides his thumb between your folds and you keen, your hips bucking almost too wildly for such a little touch.
he just chuckles and bites your ass playfully before giving it a kiss, grinning against your skin. he reaches your clit and circles it nice and slow watching you clench around nothing, “there we go.”
before you can do or say anything else, his tongue is between your folds and he’s salivating between your thighs at your taste, his thumb still circling your clit expertly.
“m’thank you baby, love you so much. so good for me.” he’s panting the praise against your folds, but you’re too caught up in the pleasure to tell him you should be thanking him instead, so you just moan, and he knows exactly what you meant.
he smiles against you, hands coming to hold your ass apart for him to enjoy himself properly.
when he sucks on your clit and you moan his name all breathless, he knows he’s not getting up from this spot any time soon. he’ll thank you again after.
it’s common courtesy to express thanks for your meals, right?
screaming singing shoop (by salt n pepa) at like 3am with sero and getting yelled at by bakugo to “shut the fuck up before i blast you both into next week” sounds like my kind of saturday
sero hanta cannot remember anniversary dates to save his life.
its not that he doesn’t care, he really does. he just can’t seem to keep track of the days. everything is so timeless with you. instead of a set date, each month sero picks a random day, claiming it to be your anniversary. it certainly keeps you on your toes. on these chosen anniversary dates, he will go all out. after all, it is your anniversary. fancy dinner, elegant attire, a trail of rose petals leading to your room. he’s a hopeless romantic, doing whatever it takes to sweep you off of your feet. he likes this way better than a set date, because it allows him to be spontaneous with you. whether it’s grabbing you by the waist and dancing in the kitchen or a midnight helicopter ride; he wants to show you that it doesn’t matter the day. all that matter is that you two are together for a little while longer. time doesn’t exist when you are with him.
