don't worry, baby
description: you get stranded all alone with your crush, resident frat bro, sero hanta, when your car breaks down during an impending hurricane
word count: 6.4k
title: don't worry baby by the beach boys
author's note: where i live, we get hurricanes a lot and there's just something so special about watching a hurricane roll in at the beach so i wrote a lil somethin' with that in mind also because i can't stop thinking about shitty frat boy w a heart of gold!sero
pairing: sero hanta x reader
content warnings: drug use, alcohol use, f!reader, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, explicit language, penetrative unprotected sex, light choking, creampie, little bit of plot w a little bit of porn (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)
all characters are in their early 20s
banner pics from pinterest
dark and gray pitiful smoke hung in the heavy air. you took a defeated swipe with your foot at one of the front car tires. your raven-haired road trip companion stood a few paces away from you, on the phone with a tow truck company. on the horizon, you could see the sky darkening-a hellacious storm readying to split the sky in half. sero hung up the call, walking the few paces over to you and using you like an armrest. you wanted to shrink away from him but stood fast, angling your gaze down at the grass underneath your sneakers.
“tow truck guy said he could be here in fifteen. he said he’d try his best to fix whatever’s wrong with ol’ bessie here, but he sent all of his mechanics home early on account of the hurricane.” you nodded your head sourly. you felt like a fool.
“‘m sorry for ruining spring break.” the smallness of your voice wasn’t aided by the wall of humidity that your breath had to cut through.
“you didn’t ruin spring break, babe.” hanta bumped your shoulder with his in an attempt to brighten your mood. “but if only someone would have warned you that your ten-year-old shitbox wouldn’t make it five-hundred miles to the coast.” he clicked his tongue in mock annoyance.
“hey! we’re on the coast!” you cast your eyes to the row of brightly painted houses and just beyond, a dark cerulean stripe under the light blue of the sky.
“on the way here, i counted five different faded billboards all advertising different golf courses named after jungle cats. there isn’t even a bar in sight. how can one shitty little down be dry and responsible for so much water waste all at the same time?” hanta sulked.
“i just wanted to take the scenic route.” you pouted, lower lip jutting out. you had this stupid, unavoidable crush on sero and you still didn’t know how you felt about drawing the short straw to accompany him in the other car on the way to your spring break vacation. the other car held the rest of your friends and some of sero’s frat brothers. you thought that driving down with sero would have just been easy. you were pals after all, crush notwithstanding.
“next time, just let me pay for a rental.” hanta smiled down at you and you had to look away from him. you couldn’t handle the idea of him thinking of you as a good friend that he would enjoy going adventures with. you grunted in acknowledgement of his words and crossed your arms over your chest. up the road, you could see a black tow truck ambling towards your poor car. silently, you hoped that there was nothing catastrophically wrong with your beloved car. the pair of you had gone through too much together for it to end up dying on the side of some country road. the tow truck pulled over onto the shoulder of the road behind your car and a short, older man in a baseball cap hopped out of the cab.
“y’all called about a tow?” the man addressed the pair of you, his eyes stopping to rake down your body.
“yeah, think you can help?” sero asked, a hint of standoffishness in his voice at the way he noticed the older man looking at you. abruptly, you felt sero’s hand in your back pocket and he was pulling you into his side territorially. you barked out a nervous laugh and tried to cover it up with a cough. the man looked appraisingly at the two of you.
“all depends. why’d the car stop working?” the tow truck owner asked and you desperately tried to keep more laughter from bubbling out of your chest. it was uncomfortable, sero’s hand still being in your back pocket, but not necessarily unwelcome. you felt like you were in the twilight zone. you blamed it on the difference in air pressure. there was no reason to read more into sero’s actions than him just being protective over you. there was nothing more to it than it just being in his nature.
“there was a lotta black smoke and it kinda sounded….i dunno, bad?” you shrugged your shoulders, not having the words to properly describe the sound.
“pop the hood for me.” the man requested and you stepped around to the driver side and sero’s hand easily slid out of your pocket. you took a deep breath as you opened the door and pulled on the lever that made the hood pop up. the man pulled the hood the rest of the way up and yanked an oily shop rag out of his back pocket. sero watched on in silence. you stepped back next to him. sero’s hand stayed by his side.
the two of you watched in silence as the man tapped around under the hood for a few moments, opening caps and pulling at hoses. he stuck his head out from under the hood, wiping his hand on the dirty rag.
“are you familiar with oil?” he directed the question to you.
“oil?”
“you know, cars need it to function. kinda like gas.”
“i know what oil is.” you furrowed your brows together, not enjoying being talked down to.
“are you aware that you have to put more in from time to time.” the man put the shop rag back into his pocket. you blinked at him. “i’m guessin’ not.” he muttered under his breath and started to walk back to his truck. “i’ve got some here that’ll work for you.” he called over his shoulder and you grinned up at sero, who had a look of relief on his face.
“oh, thank you so much!” you thanked him. the emotional standoff from moments earlier was forgotten.
“won’t even charge you an’ your boyfriend here for it.” the man grinned slyly and as if both of you were burned, you both took a step in the opposite direction of each other. it was sero’s turn to let out an uncomfortable laugh. you felt your heart pitter-pattering against your chest. the man finished pouring the quart of oil into your car and stepped back, resealing the bottle with the lid. “i don’t know if you two are from out of town or what, but we’ve gotta hurricane about to come through later today and i don’t advise drivin’ through it. now, it’s not supposed to be nearly as bad as the one we had last year, but a hurricane’s a hurricane and the smartest thing to do would be to just stay the night. lucky for y’all, the wife’s a realtor and had some beach house rental cancellations so i’m sure she could cut you a deal.”
and that was how you and sero ended up alone together in a tiny little a-frame beach house that still had decorations and board games from the nineties adorning it. the kitchen windows were boarded up, but the plate glass windows facing the beach remained unobstructed. you could have walked from the deck down on the beach if you had really wanted to. instead, after an agitating grocery trip with the raven-haired man, you stood on the porch of the house with your back pressed against the railing, pulling on a cigarette with a can of cheap beer clutched in your hands. you looked on as sero rolled a blunt on the plate in his lap. between the both of you, you had about an eighth to make do with. you took a sip of beer and tried to break your focus on sero’s long fingers.
“hey,” his warm voice broke you out of your reverie and you looked up at him to see him jerk his head upwards, motioning you over to him as his bangs fanned over his forehead. “i’m kinda busy here, can you…” he trailed off but you knew what he wanted without him having to ask for it, having been in this situation countless times before at the parties he would throw and you would both end up outside together. you stepped closer to him, holding your half-smoked cigarette between your fingers and watched as sero craned his head forward and puffed on it slowly. you held your breath, shaky hand bringing your beer can to your lips once again before offering it to hanta after pulling the cigarette away. you watched the fine sheen of sweat on his cheeks glisten as his head moved. you desperately needed to rally your composure if you were gonna make it through the night without incident.
“thanks, babe.” sero grinned up at you and you grunted out your response before turning your back to him in favor of watching the waves crash against the sand. this way, you stood a chance at keeping your longing to yourself. you noted the way the water was getting rougher and the way the worsening wind was blowing sand around down on the beach. you had never seen anything like it.
“do you think the power’ll go out?” you wondered aloud and turned back to face sero, now licking the brown blunt wrap to seal it up.
“god, i hope not. it’s too damn hot.” as if for emphasis, he wiped his hand across his forehead and messed up his hair and you pushed down the urge to reach your fingers out and straighten his hair. you took a long drag off of your cigarette before stubbing it out and placing the butt on the railing. you watched a bead of sweat glide down hanta’s neck. you thought about walking into the ocean and letting it swallow you up.
“are we gonna smoke that now, or what?”
“i thought you’d never ask.” he beamed at you, standing up, blunt between his teeth, and stretched his body towards the sky. you could hear his bones crack. it caused you to snicker. “need more beer.” he transitioned easily and slid open the door that led back inside. you followed as if you were possessed by him and ended up dutifully standing next to him at the refrigerator and taking the handful of beer cans that he handed you. you led the way over to the couch and tried to set each beer can down without too much of a racket. one ended up tipping over and knocking the others over onto the carpet beneath the coffee table. you heard sero behind you laughing just over the short flick of his lighter. he laid back against against the armrest, long legs laid across the arm rest on the opposite end.
“where am i supposed to sit?” you pouted, cracking open a new can for you and sero to share. one of your hands came to prop on your hip.
“c’mere.” he smiled childishly and made grabbing motions at you. your mouth opened and closed in embarrassment as you tried to figure out some way to politely decline. “oh come on, it’s freezin’ in here!” sero groaned theatrically and you had to agree with him. it was positively frigid in the house compared to the heat and humidity of outside. you sat down in the middle of the couch and laid next to him, inadvertently curling your body more into his to prevent yourself from falling off the side. however, the couch was old and your movement pushed you farther than you would have liked into hanta’s side. despite this, the couch was comfortable and he was warm and your nose was full of the scent of smoke and you had to suppress a contented little sigh. you felt the deep rumble of a laugh reverberate through sero’s chest and you looked up at him in false annoyance as he placed the blunt into your waiting fingers.
“comfy?” the wind whipped around the house outside loudly. it sounded like a freight train. the sky grew menacingly darker.
“yeah, ‘m comfy.” your lungs filled with smoke. “just hope the power doesn’t go out.” you craned your head to look out of the tall windows as you exhaled.
“what is it with you and the power going out?” you passed the blunt back to sero. “afraid of the dark or somethin’?” you shook your head and took a sip of beer. the few that you had drank right after arrival were starting to wear on you, loosening you up.
“not afraid of the dark. afraid of bein’ stuck in the dark during a hurricane.” you clarified hazily.
“don’t worry, baby. it won’t be that bad.” sero drawled and his fingers brushed against yours absently. it shocked you back into your right mind.
“you don’t actually, like, know that.”
“sure i do. it’s spring break. nothing bad ever happens on spring break.”
“except for my car breaking down and getting us stranded here.” you laughed into the smoke-filled room.
“nah, i wouldn’t even count that.” sero’s lithe body pressed against yours as he sat up to tap the ash off of the blunt and into his discarded beer can on the coffee table. he plopped back down easily and brought the brown wrap to his lips again, inhaling deeply.
“sero, are you-” you started to ask if you did, in fact, feel his hard dick brush into your side not even a full moment ago but the words died in your throat before they had occasion to live.
“am i what?” he questioned easily, passing the blunt back to your waiting fingers. he exhaled a smoke ring. you tried to focus on that.
“nevermind.” you ignored the heat rising in your chest and instead focused too closely on pulling off the blunt, letting your eyes flutter shut and envisioning smoke filling your lungs. smoke and silence hung in the air when you exhaled so long that you let out a dry cough when there was no air left in you. you picked up the can of beer you had left all but abandoned on the coffee table, lukewarm condensation mixing with the clammy perspiration on your hands. you finished the rest greedily as sero took the blunt from your hands. you settled back down against his shoulder, watching him out of the corner of your eye.
“you were gonna ask if i’m hard, weren’t you?” he had a lopsided grin on his face and you choked on your spit. he inhaled, right arm coming to rest behind his head.
“oh-yeah.” you answered, trying to play it off like you had already forgotten.
“i am.” his voice went straight between your legs. god damn him.
“cool.” you did your best to sound nonchalant and entertain yourself with picking at your nails. the wind was starting to pick up in earnest outside and giant globs of rain started pounding against the glass panes and making them rattle in their frames. the lights in the living room flickered once, twice. you shivered and weren’t sure if it was because of the chill from the cranked-up air conditioning or your proximity to sero. the sky darkened angrily over the beach.
“hey, c’mere.” he repeated and you felt him looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes and all you could hear was static in your ears all of a sudden. his right hand reached over your shoulder to thread the tip of the blunt through the pull-tab of the discarded beer can and found its way to the side of your face. you found yourself fascinated by the red ring around the edge of his pretty eyes and were taken off guard by how close his face was getting to yours. you let your hand slither its way in between your pressed together warm bodies and your eyes shuttered themselves, head inching forward imperceptibly to meet sero’s. you waited to feel his lips on yours, held your breath as you felt the moment you had been craving approaching. instead, you felt his thumb on your chin pulling down softly. you let your lips part and felt the pad of sero’s thumb run over your lower lip before you felt his lips gently against yours, pushing warm smoke from his mouth into yours. after a quiet second, he pulled away to lay on his back again and it was only then that you exhaled, clearing your lungs, and looked up at him. he stared at the ceiling with that annoying smirk still on his face.
“what, did you think i was gonna kiss you?” he cut his eyes down to look at you. a scowl played on your face. you didn’t answer him. “mina told me you can’t cum.” he continued on in the silence and you choked on the spit you were trying to swallow.
“why the hell would she tell you that?” you grumbled, arms coming to cross against your chest. you hated how shitty and soft the couch cushions were, the way they made you slope down to press into sero’s muscular side without reprieve.
“dunno. i think she was drunk. it was when we were watching you makeout with that little blonde guy.” sero drummed his fingers against his chest. if you were rational, you would have gotten up to go bury yourself underneath a rock, but your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. he snorted through his nose. “she said you were ‘in the midst of suffering through a consortium of bad dick.’”
“that’s a way to put it.” you threw your left forearm over your face and made a mental note to talk to mina later about what it meant to keep secrets. at the very least, she didn’t know and go blabbing about your crush on sero.
“so how big is it?” sero asked and you could feel him rolling his body over so his chest was pressed horizontally into your side. your two bodies mirrored the way the couch was built.
“how big is what?” you asked in confusion and then in the space of a blink, sero was hovering over top of you. he was so close to you that his black bangs tickled against your forehead and one of his legs rested between your parted thighs to help him hold himself up. you worked your fingertips into the crack of the couch cushion to stop yourself from running your fingers down his torso.
“how many guys belong to the consortium of bad dick?” he asked simply. his warm breath tickled your nose. you thought you could get high on the mixing scent of his sweat and cologne. his thigh settled more in between your legs and you wanted to buck your hips up against him.
“uh, like seven, i think.” you drawled out like you didn’t know, but begrudgingly you had kept count of your conquests each weekend, none of them bringing you the release that you craved. you thought back to all the times the guy you were hooking up with would cum, roll over, and fall asleep. it was no big deal, you simply got acquainted with your hand-thoughts of sero running through your head while your man of the night snored next to you. sero tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear and cooed at you sympathetically.
“seven, like, since the semester started or in total?” he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he hovered closer to you, elbows caging your head in and not allowing to you look anywhere other than at him. you rolled your clothed core imperceptibly against his thigh, just hoping that it would give you some relief from the way his voice was making goosebumps pop up all over your skin. you felt your blood almost boil in embarrassment and arousal.
“i-in total,” you stuttered out, knowing that you didn’t have near the amount of experience as sero and his near revolving door of prospects. “just think there's something wrong with me.” you tried to laugh and diffuse the situation, disarm sero so he wouldn’t pick up on you trying to rut your hips more heavily against his thigh. you let out a shaky breath and dug your fingers into sero’s bicep when he dipped down and pressed a wet kiss against the junction of your neck and your shoulder.
“nothin’ wrong with you, baby,” he muttered hotly against your skin and then moved to the other side of your neck and repeated the action. “some guys are just assholes.” when his breath fanned against your skin this time, you didn’t have the self-control to stop the way your hips jerked against his thigh. he stared back down at you with the same intensity.
“and you’re not one of those assholes?” you raised your eyebrows and tried to disguise the way that it was getting harder for you to breathe. as if from another dimension, you heard the wind whip again outside and the power dipped off again for a few seconds before coming back on, bathing sero in gentle light.
“i’m absolutely one of those assholes,” he chuckled, pulling one of his hands down to stroke his fingers against your neck. “but i know how to get someone off.” he had a heavy look of mirth in his eyes as he pressed closer to whisper in your ear. “look at you for example, pretty girl, using my leg to get off and i don’t even have to do anything.” your eyes got wide and you laid stock still as if you had been shocked. sero nipped playfully at the sensitive skin just under your ear. “don’t stop on my account. only stop if you want to but i don’t mind.” he locked eyes with you and you couldn’t hold it in anymore, couldn’t send the right message from your brain to you body to hold your hips still. instead, you rutted your hips in earnest against the length of sero’s thigh, letting out a stuttering moan when your lower back landed on the couch again. sero drew his bottom lip in between his teeth and his hand came down to rest on your waist. you could feel his bulge resting against your upper thigh. you wanted to run your hand over it, to feel his length, but you were too worried to move your hands.
you repeated the motion over and over, keenly aware and annoyed by the four layers of fabric separating you from the sero. you wanted him more than anything, but, too afraid to let the words stumble from between your lips, you had to settle for rubbing your pussy up against his leg and keen at the way your underwear slid against your clit. sero rubbed easy little circles into your hips and kept nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck.
“do you remember,” he started, leaving a sloppy kiss on your clavicle and pushing his fingers up under the hem of your tank top. “that girl that ran out of the party last weekend?” his long fingers ghosted over your chest while he looked at you expectantly for an answer.
“the one that you had upstairs with you?” you breathed deeply. you focused enough to pull the memory from the haze of your mind. “yeah.”
“do you know why she ran out on me?” he had an evil grin on his face as his hovering hand moved back down to pull at the hem of your top. you sat up a bit to help him pull it over your head and let out a persistent mewl at the new friction you found. the hairs on your arms prickled in the cool air of the living room.
“don’t really wanna hear about you hooking up with some girl, sero.” you whispered, modesty on your mind for the first time as you tried to cover your chest with your arms. sero grabbed both of your hands in his, pinning them up over the armrest of the couch. he dipped his head down, nose raking over the valley of your breasts and against the cups of your bra before his warm breath was tickling the shell of your ear again.
“she left because i kept calling her your name. fucked her brains out though.” he finished simply, like he was proud of what he had done. his own length now rubbed relentlessly against the outside of your thigh. the two of you were a mess of sweat and limbs and labored breathing.
“that’s…great, sero. really.” you tried to sound unaffected by the information. did that mean sero had a thing for you, close to the one that you had for him? it was a point you didn’t have long to ruminate on before his hand that wasn’t holding yours hostage above your head was snaking around to your back and undoing the clasp of your bra. he let go of your hands to impatiently yank the thing off of you and throw it back over his shoulder. with a cringe, you heard your bra connect with the battalion of discarded beer cans on the coffee table. sero’s palms traced heavily your sides, relishing in the way you pitifully dragged your clothed core against his thigh. it was as if nothing else mattered except for the drag of your clit against his muscly thigh. he shook his head mockingly at you and leaned in close to your face again. a big wave rose in your stomach and threatened to push you off of a cliff.
“uh-uh, baby.” his hands wandered up to your breasts and groped lightly. “call me hanta.” his thumbs ghosted over your nipples, already hardened from the cool air. “han-ta.” he punctuated the syllable with a little kiss to the space behind your ear and you arched your chest up into his, still clothed in a t-shirt.
“you’re so fucking annoying.” you whispered at the ceiling, arms coming to snake around sero’s neck and fingers playing with his hair. you were so pitifully close to coming now that you couldn’t slow down if you tried. the dam was so close to breaking. you were trying to rail back in anyway you could against the emotions sero was making you feel. it was embarrassing.
“that’s bold talk for someone about to cum from humping my leg.” he chuckled, hands working at pulling his cock over the waistband of his shorts. you leaned up to see what he was doing, forehead brushing against his, and almost choked at the sight. you surmised that sero’s cock was big from some highly scientific glances you had made at his crotch, but nothing compared to seeing it like this in all of it’s glory. you wrapped your arms tighter around hanta’s neck as he tugged at the length of his dick, sinful moans falling from in-between his parted lips. you tried to pull him down into a kiss, which he had been denying you of, to get your mind off of what it would feel like to have him pushing himself deep into your cunt. instead of pressing a kiss to your lips, he pressed one to your cheek, mouth pulled into a line in concentration.
“why won’t you kiss me?” you hated the way you breathlessly whined-the way you sounded so needy. the dam inside of you was a centimeter away from cracking.
“because i know it’s annoying the shit out of you.” he breathed heavily against the side of your face and the sound of his indisposed voice was enough to shatter the dam completely, an absolute fire raging throughout your body as your hips stuttered, pulling you through your high.
“f-fuck, hanta, oh my god!” you breathed, not sure of where you were in that moment and not caring at all. your head had fallen back against the armrest of the couch. your hands tangled tightly into sero’s hair and pulled upwards, moving you so you could see his ministrations against his own cock. he groaned loudly, his head followed the path of your hand obediently. you felt more warmth pooling between your legs once again.
sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth, your right hand abandoned its place nestled against sero’s scalp and came down to join his hand on his cock. your hand was on top of his, only going through the same motions that he was initiating himself, but it was enough to make him slot his head into the crook of your neck until he was biting and suckling so fervently at your skin that you were almost screaming at the pleasure he was making you feel.
“shit i’m gonna-i’m gonna-” he started urgently and was cut off by thick white ropes of his seed shooting against your stomach. you admired the way his cum looked against your skin and dragged a finger through it. you couldn’t help but to be captivated by it. coming back down to earth, hanta watched you intently and you were unaware of his gaze until his index finger joined yours in the mess on your stomach and he was dragging his finger up to your lips. he wiped the stripe of his own seed against your lower lip and watched with a fire in his eyes as your eyes connected with his and your tongue darted out to lick the mess from your lips. solidly, he gripped your chin in his long fingers and crashed his mouth down onto yours and bullied his tongue into your mouth. he liked what he found there, moaning into the kiss and taking your breath away. the two of you were an unrehearsed symphony of spit and limbs, neither of you being able to get close enough to other. hanta pulled away from you suddenly as if he had remembered something. a light blush flittered across the apples of his cheeks.
he sat up in between your legs and reached his arms up over his head, tugging his t shirt off of his body and wiping away the fluid that he had left on your stomach.
“sorry about that.” he grinned bashfully and dropped his shirt on the floor. he settled back on top of you and one of your hands situated itself in his hair and the other came down to explore the slight expanse of his chest. you wrapped your legs around his waist and settled farther into the couch, pulling him with you. you couldn’t believe that you were kissing sero, let alone like this, and mere minutes ago he had you peaking with barely even touching you. you kissed greedily down sero’s neck and relished in the hushed gasp he let out when your teeth barely grazed his skin.
“y’ don’t know how bad i wanted this.” he whispered against your cheek as he trailed down to your jaw. you whined against his neck and felt him get hard against you again.
“you…wanted this?” you stared up at him with blown eyes.
“so bad.” he eyed you hungrily and you registered the onslaught of rain of the roof and the harsh charge of the wind outside passingly as it grew louder.
“wan-want you to fuck me.” you found the courage to whisper against hanta’s neck and then his fingers were drumming lazily against your lips has his hips jerked involuntarily against you.
“well now, i can’t deny the prettiest girl i’ve ever laid eyes on, can i?” he teased, kissing down your chest until he licked against one of your nipples. you whined, sheepish. sero started working at the button and zipper on your shorts. “this is still okay with you?” he looked at you with eyes containing momentary levity. you nodded your confirmation, needing more of his touch. he worked your shorts and underwear down your legs. you were relieved to be rid of your uncomfortably wet underwear.
crawling back up your body. hanta worked one of his arms under your neck to cradle your head and his other hand found its way down between your legs. you let out a strangled moan, jaw going slack, at the feeling of his middle finger gliding through your slick folds. you panted out little breaths as his finger started lazily circling around your clit and exploring. your hands stroked down his back and through his soft hair. despite the pleasure, you felt a voice in the back of your head telling you that you ought not to feel this way, that you didn’t deserve this-especially not with hanta.
“sorry for uh, being so needy. fucking this up.” you whispered, eyes not meeting his. his finger stopped its slow work.
“what’re you talking about?” confusion danced through his dark eyes.
“i just-i feel like…it’s dumb that i like you this much.” you pressed your thighs closer around sero’s waist despite your words. he snorted against your skin.
“sure you’re bein’ dumb, but that’s not the reason, pretty girl.” he tilted your chin up with his other hand so that you were looking at him. “i-” he hummed, stopping to think of his next words. “i don’t know! i like you! wanna fuck you, wanna hold your hand, wanna fuckin’... dance on an elevated surface with you next weekend.” you blinked your eyes repeatedly, trying to process all of the information. “so you’re not dumb…just maybe a little bit though for not picking up on that.” sero finished with a self-concious laugh and started his ministrations against your clit again. your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched up into him. you tugged his head down for a kiss and it was easy, his warm lips moving against your own and it helped you settle your thoughts.
his index finger travelled down to your entrance, swirling around lazily before coming back up to focus on your clit again. your breathing grew heavy against his lips. your arm slithered down between your chilly, sweat covered bodies and tried to press his hand closer to you.
“need more, sero.” you whined in his ear.
“what’d i tell you, baby?” he continued his evil pace against your clit. his fingers slipped against how wet you were. you wanted to crawl out of your own skin to find more blessed friction.
“please, hanta. need to feel more of you.” you didn’t care how you sounded-you were only driven by desire. he nipped at your lower lip through the smirk on his face.
“need me to fuck you?” his eyes burned into yours as he mocked your tone. abruptly, you felt his index finger enter you up to the knuckle. you arched your back, pressing your chest flush against his when he curled his finger up against your belly button. “fuck, you’re so wet.” he mused and didn’t waste any time in adding his middle finger. your jaw hung lax as you tried not to get overwhelmed by the stimulation. you did your best to meet his thrusts. nothing else mattered in that moment than hanta and the burgeoning wall of emotions that you were feeling. with his free hand, you felt him pulling his shorts and underwear down lower and then he was settling his body down flush against yours.
as he pulled his fingers away from you, you let out a whine that almost matched the wind outside in pitch but slowly, he pushed into you. all you felt was a heavy pressure in your lower half. you screwed your eyes shut and tried to focus on hanta’s hands running through your hair and cooing at you.
“that’s good, sweet girl. keep breathing, okay?” he instructed though his breathing was heavy and ragged. carefully he pulled out and pushed back in just as slowly. you nodded up at him through hazy eyes. he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own as he fucked into you deep and slow. hanta captured your lips against his own in a searing kiss when he finally bottomed out in you. there was nothing else in the world except for the heavy drag of his cock against your slick insides. god, you thought, the butterflies were incessant. sero fucked you just as smoothly as he talked, leading you to press your hips against his more persistently and beg for more of his touch.
“feel so good with you on my dick.” he muttered against your lips and his fingers splayed across your face to cradle you.
“wanna cum like this.” you couldn’t find it within yourself to care what was coming out of your mouth as hanta’s hips circled harshly against your own and his hips gave your clit the blessed friction it needed everytime he slid home.
“you fixin’ to cum for me, baby, huh? so fuckin' quick?” he picked up his pace and slid his fingers heavily down your jaw until his hand laid against your neck. he put steady pressure on the sides of your neck until you heard static in your ears and your eyes started fluttering towards the back of your head. the sensation was divine. it was, enough so, that when hanta let go of your neck to slide between your joined bodies to rub urgently against your clit, you started clenching around his cock relentlessly. the very next thing you knew, you were being bathed in the warm sensation of your orgasm. it was, what you hypothesized, sex should feel like. you were breathless and your body felt boneless as hanta kept fucking into you in search of his own release. you wrapped your legs tighter around him and your hands gripped his sweaty hair. you hissed at the slight overstimulation but you could feel his thrusts going more and more ragged. sero’s touch on your skin was enough to leave marks at this point. he hitched your leg higher on his waist, hitting a new angle up against your stomach mercilessly that had you crying out for him and digging blunt fingernails against the back of his neck.
presently, hanta’s hips stuttered twice against your own and you felt nothing but warmth coat your insides as his forehead dropped against your shoulder. you let out a chuckle through your own ragged breathing and sero turned his head to look at you, sliding his softening cock out of you as he did so.
“what’s so funny?” he asked, though he had a goofy smile on his face to match your own.
“i think the consortium of bad dick might be closed for business.” you leaned down to press a simple kiss against his lips. he threw a lanky arm over your middle and pulled you closer into his naked body. your heavy-lidded eyes took in the sight of him threading his fingers in between your own. the two of you drifted off to sleep while listening to the harsh pound of rain and the eerie whistle of the wind outside.
