#sero x reader

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you just needed a small vent. after confiding in mina about it and her telling you she knew someone, you found yourself outside a sketchy apartment. swallowing your pride, you knock twice.

the door opens and you don’t know what you thinking but you weren’t expecting such an attractive dealer.

“hi..” you start shyly. “mina said you could help.”

he doesn’t say a word but smirks before moving to let you in.

taking in the small apartment, you realize it’s much more clean than you thought. you seriously need to stop watching stupid shows.

“you can sit down on the couch, i’ll just be right back.” the guy says before walking down the hall. you listen and sit still on the couch, waiting with anticipation. he comes back before scoffing softly, “you know you can sit down normally? i’m not gonna bite.” he pauses, before adding with a smirk. “not unless you want me to.”

you glance up, raising an eyebrow before nervously adjusting in your spot.

“sero.” he offers his hand in a sly handshake.

you awkwardly shake his hand before pulling away just as quickly. “y/n,” you mutter in response.

“hm, y/n,” he whispers to himself, as if saying it any louder would shatter your name. he nods and begins to explain how it works.

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“just relax,” he continues, “breathe in and just let it take over. i can go first if it helps you get more comfortable.”

“no, no. i’m not paying you to smoke my shit.” you argue, quickly taking a long deep breath, before coughing like hell. after a long fit of coughing, you start, “f-fuck.. that was something.. oh wow, this is…” you drag on, quickly taking another breath in. “fuck, that’s the stuff.” you blow out and turn to look at sero.

he’s already staring at you, almost admiring. you raise your eyebrow. “what?” you ask, “does the dealer baby want some of his stuff back?” taunting him, you wave the blunt in front of him with a small smirk.

“hm, just take another smoke baby.” he says lowly.

you put your brows together in confusion but listen, and just as you finish it, you blow it out right in his face. scanning his features up and down, you realize he’s not half bad to look at, and even better is he hasn’t tried anything with you. you giggle at his lack of reaction to the smoke in his face and move closer, closing the big distance.

“whatchu doing?” sero asks with a small smirk.

“..nothing.” you move on top of him, straddling his lap. “doesn’t seem like nothing baby,” he says, in a dangerous way before warning, “any other movements and we might have a problem.”

you offer your blunt with a small smirk and he takes it without moving his hands, just letting you do it for him. breathe in, and he blows a circle of smoke back at you.

giggling, you wave the smoke away and give the blunt to sero, who gladly takes another smoke of it.

you grab his face, letting the weed give you confidence to just do whatever your heart desires.

“careful,” he warns. “pretty girls like you don’t know what you do to guys like me.” his eyes glaze up at you with desire and a hint of something else.

you lean closer to his face, slow but steady before saying innocently, “oh yeah? but what if i do know? what would that change?” flirting is definitely not your first language, but you can sure fake it.

his eyes darken and he puts the blunt out, before moving his hips up a little and setting a hand on your waist. “show me then,” he dares.

you smirk, before moving your mouth to his neck. you hover for a second and ask, “may i?” to which he responds with, “do what you please.” you smile and start to slowly pepper kisses down his neck. long, painfully slow kisses begin to adorn his neck. you get higher and bite hard once, just marking so he doesn’t forget today. you probably will though.

he grunts in pain before tightening his grip on your waist, slowly moving his hips up and down for you. you shift, feeling the sudden pressure and your body begs for more as you respond and start grinding on him.

heavy breathing starts to fill the room as you both just keep chasing the friction, with small grunts coming from him and some quiet moans from you. the smell of sex begins to set in, making both of you hot and sweaty.

“come on baby, you can be louder for me,” sero says after a little. “you know you want to.” he grins before grabbing your waist and moving you faster. apparently the speed you picked was too slow. caught off guard, you let out a loud moan before becoming embarrassed and biting your lip.

“sorry..” you start before he interrupts you. “did i say be quiet?” he asks. you avoid his gaze and keep grinding. “look at me.” you close your eyes and keep focusing on the same movement.

he grabs your neck from the side and brings you closer, impatiently. you open your eyes in surprise and make eye contact. “tell me, y/n. did i say be quiet?”

you shake your head no.

“say it.”

“no, you didn’t.”

“then just be louder for me, ma.” he brings you in slowly and kisses you soft, letting his tongue communicate in all the ways words can’t. you whimper at the connection, and can’t help but go faster. youre almost at your edge and he can feel it.

he stops.

you look at him in shock and disbelief. “w-what?” you try to get some relief by continuing to move your hips but it doesn’t help. you whimper in frustration and betrayal. “sero… whyy?”

he picks you up and sets you down on the couch, before he takes his shirt off and gets back on the couch.

“finish on my tongue babe.” he grins and drags you closer to him, before he slowly tugs at your shorts. you nod in understanding and he takes off your shorts and underwear in one quick motion. he moans in want at the idea of you finishing on his face. he lays down, and grabs your thighs to hold as you splay across his face.

you're already wet from earlier, but the fact that you haven't finished yet makes you greedier. you whimper and sit down on him, before starting to ride his face aggressively.

“f-fuck! ughhh, ahh~!” you moan louder than before.

he groans at the sound of you and he picks up the pace, lapping you up and down, destroying you with just his face. you feel him groan against your pussy, and can't help but grab his hair to make him go faster.

"augh, goddd.. s-seroo," you slur, getting closer and closer to your climax. "fuck, please.." he moans into you as he listens to your sounds, his boner getting more difficult to ignore by the second. one of his hands reach up to your boob, to which you take off your shirt frustrated. aggressive and needy, you put his hand on your boob. he begins to pinch and twist, sending you over your edge.

"ah! f-fuck! sero, ughhh, oh my godd.." you moan as you finish all over his tongue. tired from the sudden exercise, you let sero come back up and as he sits up, he looks at you with those eyes. his lustful eyes stare back at you. you scoff and put your shirt back on.

"awh, baby, leaving so soon? it'd be a shame to miss round 2," he smirks. you eye him curiously and grin when you realize he's serious.

"oh yeah? a round 2? look who's being greedy."

"you know you like it."

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get drunk

learn how to twerk

twerk on somebody (ANYBODY, PLS)

also, lap dance (is that the same thing?)

go to a college party (multiple)

get a boyfriend

pull an all-nighter—

Hanta lifts an eyebrow. “You know how to twerk?”

Your lips purse in light shame, and your ferreting hand finally stills.

“That is…a complicated question.”

Lounging on your bed, he waves a hand. Enlighten me. You stare for a moment, eyes ricocheting between him and the very personal paper he holds, before finally, caving.

“Because,” you turn around with a wagging finger and a big exhale, letting him know you’re about to illustrate a multi-pronged plan of attack; it’s that serious. “There’s levels, right? Like, I know the basic twerk…movement. I get the vision, but I dunno how good at it I am, and can’t do anything fancy, like…clap my cheeks, or anything.”

Hanta snorts, tilts his head. “Why do you need to learn to clap your ass?”

“I don’t need to learn any of that,” you gesture to the paper on approach, and snatch it away with a huff. “But, I want to.”

“…Why?”

“Be-cause,” you whine, stomping a foot at the required over-explanation. “It looks fun.”

Hanta lifts a teasing eyebrow as you plop onto the twin mattress beside him. He snatches the page too quick for you to react, and you gawk as he lets a satisfied smile slip, keeping you away with a big hand to the face as he continues to read. Some are more innocent than others. Have a slumber party, Go to girls night, Lose my virginity—which, makes him choke.

“Where have you even seen people shake ass before, huh?”

“Rap music videos,” you answer a little too quick, and he barks a laugh. “And-and reality TV!”

Hanta drags a hand over his face, using his other to continue the game of keep-away. “Oh my god—”

“I have dreams and aspirations, and you will respect them—”

“I…do,” he lies through his teeth. You lick the hand on your face. With a grimace, he takes it back, and stands when you lunge.

“No, you’re not! You’re making fun of me!”

Yes, he is. He is. But also, he’s short-circuiting a little, brain cycling between 'twerk on somebody' and lose my virginity on repeat. Which, it shouldn’t.

(Especially that last one. The last one is crazy—)

Your parents think he’s a responsible guy, and he is. But he won’t keep you from yourself. He won’t keep you from himself, either.

So, yeah. Maybe, Hanta pulled a few strings. Did a little convincing and a lot of lying.

“Up, go up—”

“I am!”

“No, like,” Hanta, guilty, indulgently, takes two handfuls of your ass because he can (sort of) and lifts it until your spine curves. You stand in front of his spot on the bed’s edge with hands on your knees, and it takes everything in his being to avoid spreading your cheeks and just…putting his face. Right there. “Throw it up, like, to try to aim for the back of your skull—no, not like that.”

There’s a How-To video playing on your laptop, but it’s pretty useless. It helps with the logistics—the facts—but conceptualization and execution are two separate things entirely. You sweat your little heart out, though.

He wants to pull you onto his lap.

He wants to pull you onto his lap and make you grind into his thigh, make you understand how good he can make you feel, make you come back for more. And, Hanta wants you to come back for more. He really, really does.

You huff, a little winded, and glare over your shoulder at his impatience. “How do you even know how to do this?”

Hanta gestures to the laptop with a curdling face. “We’re watching the same video, right?”

“Fuck you,” you glare, and try again. It’s kind of cute, actually—it bounces, but so does the rest of your body, and while it’s definitely not correct, Hanta drools nonetheless. Grumbling under your breath, you lament, “I wish I had a mirror.”

So you can see how incorrect your form is, get embarrassed, and stop? Yeah, fuck that.

“Y’don’t need one,” Hanta decides aloud, giving your ass a light slap because it’s right there. Light enough that you don’t jump, but your back half still jiggles. “That’s what I’m here for. You’re doing great, Sweetheart.”

“It doesn’t feel like I’m doing great...” You frown and attempt again. One bounce. “Someone on TikTok said it should feel like gravity is pulling my butt down—”

“And you’re gonna believe some rando on the internet? Baby,” he coos like you’re naive, and while you are, he’s also lying. His hand caresses the globe of your ass, and you don’t say anything, so he doesn’t stop. “You’re doing amazing.”

“Really?” You ask, and it’s adorably hopeful. You can’t see him, but he nods anyway.

“Mhm…Just kinda, squat lower—” his hands find your waist to ease you down, and you follow without question. You follow until you're nearly seated on top of him, your ass just brushing the fabric of his jeans, light but enough, and Hanta’s eyes flutter. “Perfect.”

“Like that?”

“Just like that,” Hanta says. His hands don’t leave your hips, but one does drift, down your back, around your ass, then up again. He’s going to make sure you can cross two items off your bucket list tonight. “Try again.”

© mamashima/pumaya. do not edit, translate or copy my work without my permission. do not use for ai. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

You know you’re probably looking too deep into it though. After all, you haven’t even spoken to the man. But fuck, do you want to, ever since you caught a glimpse of him when you stepped into the club with your girlfriends. The man is the definition of “fine”. 

Though he was sitting down when you first saw him, you’d place him at a good height over yours. He is all lean muscle, but not overly so, all of which you can see straining against his black polo shirt that he leaves unbuttoned to expose the sliver of chest and a gold chain underneath. His arms, which you’d love to feel wrapped around you, are roped in tattoos, his fingers adorned in rings and his wrist encased in a Rolex watch. The man must have money.

He sits back in his seat now, his shot of rum in his lap and his thighs open wide like he isn’t aware that everyone could be staring at his crotch in those tight ass jeans. 

You’d never thought you’d ever see a man make a mullet look good either. He rocks it perfectly, several strands of black hair hanging in his alluring eyes that continue to stare you down. His eyes sparkle just as his lip ring and silver hoops do, his long lashes fanning his cheeks. He’s so, so beautiful. 

Could he be a singer? Maybe a CEO or even a model? Regardless, he could have any woman in here just with one look and a smile. Why is he so entranced by you? What is it with you that he wants? 

“Girl, you’ve been staring right back at him,” Mina chuckles. “If you don't hop on that man, I will ‘cause he’s fine.” You side-eye her from your spot between her and Uraraka, watching her sip on her second cocktail of the night in her little pink mini dress. “Why don’t you just go over and talk to him like a normal person?” 

You turn away from her and the beautiful stranger, staring down at your Mojito. “You know I don’t make the first move,” you sigh. “I don’t even know how. Plus, I didn’t come here for a man. I came here to relax and find some confidence in myself.” 

“That’s what a hot guy like him is for!” Mina argues, nodding at the stranger. Though you’re sure he has looked away from you by now, your body still burns as if he is still watching you, waiting for you. “No,” you protest. “That’s what the beach, the spa, and drinks are for. I’m not here for sex after my last shitty hookup.” 

You huff, stirring your drink around before sipping on it to calm your nerves and push those memories away. You came here to get away from all of that, after all. A month ago was the last straw when it came to dating and hooking up. You had been on a dating app for months but always seemed to run into men who either had a fetish for plus-sized women or ghosted you as soon as they saw you outside of your pretty PFP. 

The last hookup you had seemed to break your spirit completely. You and the guy had been talking for a couple of weeks before he asked you out for dinner. Though you were excited, you felt that nabbing feeling in your gut that something would go wrong the moment he saw you in your dress, all of your rolls and jiggly parts on display. 

But surprisingly, when you met him, his smile didn’t even falter. He hugged you and kissed your cheek as if nothing was wrong. You even started to believe that this would be fine…until it wasn’t. Until you invited him back to your apartment after too many glasses of wine and he stripped you. “I can’t do this,” he sighed, already moving to grab his shit to hastily put back on. “Look, you’re pretty and all, and I thought I could handle you, but I can’t. You’re just too…big.” 

To say you were hurt was an understatement. You said nothing to him as he profusely apologized; said it wasn’t your fault but just his preference; that he knew you’d find someone that would be attracted to you. If only he knew that this hasn’t been in the case in years. If only he knew that most men only saw you as an object of their fetish and kinks, not their affection. 

You weren’t asking for the fucking moon here! Just some love and affection! But you always seemed to lack in those departments because of your size. There are times you wished you looked like your friends–with their flat stomachs and perky tits. 

Which is why you took the offer for this trip to the Dominican Republic. It’s a five-day trip that Mina and Uraraka had been planning to get away from home and escape the sweltering heat. When they offered you a spot, you took it. You knew that this was your chance to finally gain the confidence you were missing and get away from the problems (and men) in your life.  

So far, it’s been working. Ever since you flew in this morning, you’ve been wearing all the bikinis and sundresses you want without getting side-eyed or gawked at. It feels damn good! But getting eyed down from that stranger feels even better. 

Uraraka huffs, crossing her toned legs in her flowery sundress. “As much as I understand your reluctance, love, you’re not behind a screen this time. You’re sitting here, looking sexy as fuck, and that guy eyeing you down like he wants all of you!” 

“She’s right, babes,” Mina agrees. “The way that guy is staring at you is making me kinda jealous.” She smiles at the way you bashfully advertise your eyes to stare at your outfit. They forced you to put on the shimmery mini skirt that hugs your ass and low-cut top that exposes your cleavage for tonight’s activities. 

“What’s the point of being on vacation if you don’t indulge in hookups with hot people?” Mina giggles, sipping suggestively on her straw. You raise your brows, more than happy to correct her. “Vacations may be about that for you two, but I’m more about sleeping till the afternoon, lounging by the beach, and drinking bottomless mimosas.” 

Though the sexy stranger makes you think differently, you know that you’re never going to find the courage to get up and talk to him, no matter how much you drink or how sexy your friends say you look. You wanted to get away from hookup culture and just find confidence on your own without looking for it in a hot guy. 

But Mina and Uraraka aren't taking no for an answer. Mina downs the rest of her drink before staring at you pointedly. “And that’s about to change tonight.” You gawk at her, laughing in disbelief at her stubbornness. “It’s only the first day!” you laugh. 

“Exactly!” she agrees. “And we’ve got about four days left here at this resort. You know time flies extra fast while on vacation, girl.” She winks at you, encouraging you to go through with catching a body for the night. 

But you hum disapprovingly, stirring your straw around your glass. “I don’t know, girls. It just doesn’t seem right to use a guy just to boost my confidence and have a good time.” 

Mina scoffs, rolling her golden eyes. “Please! You’ve got men in here who would gladly give their left lung to do all of that for you. Probably even that hottie with the mullet.” 

Though her words are encouraging, you still feel that roil of fear and uncertainty in your gut. What if he refuses you? What if he says yes but then changes his mind once he gets a look at you under your clothes? 

Uraraka’s soft hand on your knee pulls you out of your head. “How can you know if you don’t at least try?” she soothingly asks. “You deserve to have a good time, including getting some great sex if that’s what you want. So go on and get it!” 

Mina places a hand on your shoulder, the smell of her fruity perfume overtaking your senses. “What happens on vacation stays on vacation,” she giggles. 

And you realize that they’re absolutely right. You can never know what will happen if you don’t at least try. Plus, even if it goes wrong, there are plenty of other men at this resort you can try to snag. You came here to not only relax, but to find confidence and let loose. Maybe you can do all of that in one night with a hot stranger with no strings attached. 

“Maybe you’re right,” you say, suddenly feeling a boost of confidence. “Lemme just finish this first.” You reach for your Mojito and down it, already feeling the effects of the alcohol in your body. You feel warm and tingly; sexy and powerful like you could take over the whole world. Uraraka cheers you on when you slide out of your stool, pulling your skirt over your stomach and thick, jiggly thighs. “Go get him, girly!” Mina shouts encouragingly. “Let us know if you need us to push him into the pool.” 

You giggle, feeling nervous yet excited. You can’t believe you’re really coming out of your comfort zone like this. But as you turn in the direction of the sexy stranger, you find his seat open. “Oh,” you breathe, disappointment blooming within you. “He’s gone.” 

Mina and Uraraka look around in disbelief. “Where’d he go?” Uraraka huffs, her bob  swishing as she turns her head from side to side. “He was just right there!” 

Mina puts a comforting hand on your arm. “Well, don’t fret, babes. There are plenty of other fine ass men in here who would gladly give you their undivided attention.” She begins to look around, squinting into the flashing lights on the dance floor despite your disinterest. “Let’s see…what about–”  

“Excuse me,” someone says from behind you. You turn, finding the bartender holding another delicious-looking Mojito. “This is for you, miss. It was already paid for.” You and the girls stare at the drink in shock and suspicion. “Already paid for?” you parrot, baffled. “By who?” 

“Well, it was supposed to be by your secret admirer, but I think I fucked that up comin’ over here.” A light chuckle leaves the lips of the stranger with the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard–it’s raspy and laced with a slight accent you can’t quite decipher. Very pleasant to the ear. A real panty dropper. 

When you and your friends turn, you swear to nearly drop dead right there. Standing behind you with a smile playing on his pierced, plump lips, is the hot stranger. And he’s even sexier up close! From this angle you can see the ink on his chest peeking out of his collar and his black, polished nails. Not to mention his scent––so sweet yet musky. It’s intoxicating. 

You and the girls stand there like idiots, drinking in the fine-ass stranger. “Oh, shit, he’s even finer up close,” Mina whispers to Uraraka, earning a shush in response. 

The man smiles, two dimples popping in his cheeks. “Hope I’m not interruptin’ anythin’,” he sheepishly says, and you catch a glint of something shiny in his mouth. A tongue piercing. “I’m sorry if I am, but I couldn’t help myself. You just look too good tonight.” 

His charcoal eyes are planted firmly on you though you see them falter to trail down your form. You have to hold onto the bar to avoid melting. Your knees suddenly feel too weak to hold you up. “I thought the drink would’ve been a good icebreaker, but maybe that was kinda douchey,” he wonders aloud, rubbing the back of his neck. His bicep bulges as he does so, making you picture yourself running your fingers over it. 

“U-Uh…” You desperately try to find the words to speak, but your mind is completely blank. Except for some naughty images of this man’s hands on you and his cock buried deep inside of you as he bends you over the bar. 

“No,” you reply, finally finding the words to speak. “It was sweet of you. Thank you…for the drink and the compliment. Both were really sweet” You cringe, realizing you’re babbling. The stranger laughs lightly, making your tummy twirl. “I’m Sero,” he says in his sexy, raspy voice. “Sero Hanta.” 

He sticks his hand out for a shake. As soon as your hands make contact, you feel an electric current soar through you as if you’re being shocked. His hand is big and calloused. You’re not sure if he feels the same zing that courses through you, but his eyes do trail to your mouth. 

“I’m Y/N,” you softly reply as your hands drop. “These are my friends; we’re on vacation.” You turn to your friends already leaving you, guilty smiles on their faces. “And we were just leaving,” Mina replies. “We’ll be on the dance floor! Text us if you need anything, babes!” 

“Very nice to meet you!” Uraraka shouts with a wave before she and Mina hurry to the dance floor. You watch them skid off to the dance floor with the sharpest glare you've ever given a person. If looks could kill, they would be dead. 

Now it’s just you and Sero the Sexy Stranger. Though you’re not exactly alone, you may as well be the only two people standing in the room. Sero isn’t immune to it either. He stands rather rigidly, his arms behind his back. Knowing you can’t stand here all night, you clear your throat and pat the stool next to you. “Uh…did you wanna sit?” He shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. “If you’re cool with it.” 

You nod and slide into your seat while he hops up next to you. “So you said you ladies are here on vacation?” he asks, giving you a friendly, warm smile that eases your nerves. You nod, placing your hands in your lap. “Yeah, for four more days. We just flew in this morning.” 

“Where you from?” Sero curiously asks. When you tell him, his charcoal eyes widen in shock. “Shit, that’s a long way,” he whistles. You tell him more about your home. You may as well tell him the capital and the city’s population too with how much you’re babbling, but it’s hard to keep cool in the presence of such a sexy, sweet-smelling man. 

Sero is full of questions, his curiosity adorable. “What’s it like there? Is the food good? I heard they’ve got the best tour sights too!” You tell him everything, from the food to the museums to the tourist entertainment there for tourists. 

Sero listens, his attention firmly on you and only you. It makes you blush and you thank God that He made you a Black woman. “Well, you ladies picked the best place for a vacay. I’ve been comin’ here for years ‘cause I’ve got family down here.” He waves a hand, flagging down the bartender. “Are you from here?” you curiously ask. 

He shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Nah; I was born in Musutafu, a city in Japan. My mother is Latina but my father is Japanese.” Your interest in him piques. “So are you bilingual?” you giggle. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve been tryin’ to learn Japanese ever since I started watching anime.” 

Sero turns to face you, one muscled arm slung across the bar. “You’re an anime fan, huh?” he asks, interest in his eyes. The flashing lights help you realize that they aren’t charcoal at all––they’re a very dark brown chocolate. “What’s your favorite?” 

“I’ll give you my top five,” you say instead. You give him each one, most of them being very underrated and less mainstream. Sero looks impressed when you finish. “Daaamn, girl!” he praises. “You’ve got taste! I didn’t think anyone knew about your fifth pick. It’s more of an underrated one.” You nod, agreeing. “Yeah, but I’m into mystery. The twists and turns make each episode so fun to watch.” 

He nods in agreement, a strange smile on his face. Though it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it also feels…weird. You’re not used to being smiled at in such a way, like what you’re saying is so interesting and intriguing. You turn away to sip your drink, hoping more alcohol will take you out of your head. 

The bartender suddenly returns to your side with a tray of multi-colored shot glasses and tiny bowls of salt, lemon, and lime. “Here you are, Mr. Hanta,” he says. “On the house.” Sero gives him a look as he lowers the tray in front of him. “I keep tellin’ you to just call me Sero,” he sighs, pulling out a tip. “I ain’t my dad.” 

When the bartender scurries off with the bill, Sero fills you in on why he got the order of rounds: “They give me free shit every time I come in here but I still tip ‘em well. Probably because I know the owner. He’s a good friend of my dad’s.” 

He takes one of the shot glasses to the head, not even sucking on a lime as a chaser. You don’t realize that you’re staring at him until he raises a questionable brow at you. “Want one?” he asks. Flushing with embarrassment, you shake your head. “You sure? They’re tequila shots.” 

Your eyes flick from him to the shots, slowly becoming seduced by them. Sero passes you a shot before picking up another one, giving you a white-toothed smile. “To an amazing vacation,” he says, raising his shot. 

You do the same and clink your glass with his before downing them at the same time. The tequila is incredibly strong and nearly burns your tonsils. You gag as it goes down, making Sero laugh behind his hand. “Don’t laugh!” you pout. “This shit is stronger than the stuff back home.” 

Sero snickers as you take a lemon slice and vigorously suck, chasing away the strong taste. “Yeah, I bet,” he chuckles, nodding at the shots. “This is straight tequila, mama. Definitely not to be played with. Lemme order you some water.” 

He leans over the bar, raising his muscular arm, and you don’t know if it’s you or the alcohol starting to speak, but his arm looks very appealing to you right now. You picture one wrapped around your waist, maybe while his cock is plunging in and out of the wet, gummy walls of your pussy over and over again, his sweet, raspy voice whispering in your ear. 

You have to try to act as normal as possible and not like you’re a horny mess when the bartender returns with a glass of cool water. But you don't touch the water. Instead, you go for another shot, determination flooding within you. “You wanna try again?” Sero chuckles. “Be my guest. It always goes down better the second time around.” 

He keeps his intense eyes on you as you down your next shot. He’s right: it does go down a lot easier. While it burns going down your throat, it settles into your tummy nicely, making you feel warm and tingly. 

Sero downs his third shot, as do you. Soon, the room is starting to get hotter and seems a little fuzzier. The music is sharper, Sero seems a lot sexier, and you’re having trouble focusing. You know that you are only another shot away from being drunk, so you decide to take a couple sips of water. Unfortunately, you being tipsy means that you have zero filter. “So what do you do?” you randomly ask Sero. “Like, for work?” 

Sero chuckles, his humor and laid-back attitude putting you at ease. “I’m a house renovator, so I fix up houses for people to buy. I’ve got my own business back in Japan. I’m also a dance instructor on the side.” 

“So you’re extremely talented, basically.” It could be the trick of the lights, but you think you see Sero’s cheeks grow pink. “I try. What about you?” You tell him your job and what you do all day for your 9 to 5. His handsome face scrunches in pain. “You ever get bored or have time for yourself?” 

You discard your water and sip on the rest of your Mojito, nearly forgetting it was there. “That’s why my friends and I booked this trip: to relax and boost my confidence.” 

Your eyes widen when you realize what you just said. Goddamn the alcohol! Why does it have to make you so dumb?! Sero’s eyes flash with interest. “Boost your confidence?” he asks, quirking a brow at you. “How so?” He leans in as if to kiss you, a secretive smile curling onto his lips. 

You avert your eyes, hoping he doesn’t see the fear in them. You hope he doesn’t push this. You couldn’t bear the thought of telling a whole stranger all about your problems. 

“I’m kidding,” he finally says, probably noticing your change in demeanor. “You don’t have to tell me, but you could’ve fooled me ‘cause the outfit is certainly doin’ its job.” 

His eyes trail across your body, making you feel like you just got stuck in an oven. “Does that confidence-boostin’ also include dancin’ like your friends are?” he asks, nodding at the dance floor. There, you see Mina and Uraraka on the floor, twirling their hips and sipping on their drinks, carefree and beautiful. 

You don’t think you could be that carefree with so many eyes on you. It’s different in the comfort of your own home, but here? It’s just too harrowing of an idea. “I-I don’t dance,” you timidly admit to Sero. “Not ‘cause I can’t, but I just…don’t.” 

Sero scowls confusedly at you, his brows furrowing. “Why?” he asks, sounding absolutely baffled. “When the music is this good, you can’t not move! You know how to salsa? Or do bachata?” You stare at him, gobsmacked. “You teach all of that?” you ask. You can only imagine how his hips can move in bed. 

Sero smirks proudly. “Damn right, and I’m gonna teach you. You’ve got the best in the business, baby.” He takes his hand in yours and helps you down off of your stool. But before he can lead you to the dance floor, you pull back. “Wait!” you protest. He peers over his shoulder at you and you feel your stomach flutter with butterflies. “I-I don’t know if I’ve got dancin’ shoes.” 

The sexy stranger turns around to face you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” You stare down at your shoes, even more apprehensive. It’s bad enough that you’re afraid of how you’ll look, but you’ve never had a man pursue you in such a way. You’re not sure how to handle it or what you’re doing. 

You’re aware of Sero getting closer to you until all you see is his chest in your face. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his cologne fogging your senses. “If you’re worried about what you look like, don’t. You’ve got people in here who dance worse and if you step on my toes, I’ll just act like it didn’t happen.” 

At this, you smile though hesitantly. “There’s that smile,” he coos, interlacing his fingers with yours. “C’mon, before the song ends.” 

The song playing now is one you recognize from TikTok, the Spanish guitars and Latin beat pumping through the speakers. The strobe lights have now brightened to a seductive red that makes the dance floor look like it’s on fire. Sero leads you to a space on the dance floor between the grinding club-goers and stands in front of you, his height blocking the others dancing behind him. 

You rigidly stand with his hand in yours, already wanting to run. The confidence that the tequila provided you is starting to fade. All you want to do is go back to your hotel room and sleep. ‘No,’ you stubbornly think. ‘You’re not doing that. You came here to find confidence and this man is trying to help you with that!’ 

Sero smirks jokingly at you. Unbeknownst to you, he thinks your shyness is the cutest thing in the world. He’d fuck you right here in front of the whole club if he could.

“You’ve gotta stand a little closer than that,” he chuckles. With some hesitation, you move an inch closer to him, barely toe to toe with him. “Closer,” he teases. Maybe it's the guitars or the intensity of his gaze, but you find yourself moving closer to him like a moth being beckoned by a flame. 

Suddenly, you’re close enough to kiss him, your nose nearly brushing his chest. “Perfecto,” he whispers, and it has your heart racing like it’s trying to win a track race. “Now put one hand on my shoulder.” Keeping one of your hands interlocked with his, you raise your free hand and place it on his broad shoulder. 

Then his hands are on your hips, secure. “Is it okay if I hold you like this?” he asks, his lips at your ear. You can barely speak––your throat is dry and your mind has gone completely blank. “Give me your words, mami,” he raspily demands. The pet name, along with his accent curling around the word, nearly has you jumping his bones.  

Sero tenses as soon as the word flies out. “Sorry,” he says embarrassingly, a blush coating his cheeks. 

“No,” you protest, shaking your head. “I-I like it. And it’s fine…you holdin’ me like this.” A beaming smile crosses his lips, one that makes you smile too and seems to ease the awkwardness of the situation. “Now just follow me,” he instructs you. “When my foot goes back, yours goes forward, like this.” 

He puts one foot back and you timidly follow his instructions. “Now vice versa.” You pick up on things quickly and press your foot back as his goes forward. “Good!” he praises you. “Now let’s try it with the music. It goes 1, 2, 3…1, 2, 3…follow the beat.” 

You obey, trying to match your movements with the rhythm. Sero is a natural at this, moving like he is the damn music, his body turning into water. His moves are loose and languid but not out-of-beat or uncontrolled. His back is straight, his shoulders are squared…and his hips? They roll like fucking waves. 

You find yourself wanting to touch them; roll your tongue against them and the washboard abs up under his shirt. He never lets you go as you attempt to copy his moves and his confidence. And yes, you step on his feet a few times, but he never loses that patient, kind smile. Soon, you start to feel more comfortable and your moves grow looser than before. 

Sero feels your body relax and his eyes gleam with excitement. “There we go! And you said you were worried about havin’ the wrong shoes. You’re a natural at this.” He twirls you twice, making you giddy and dizzy. You are hot and sweaty, and your makeup has probably seen better days, but you don’t care. You feel good, all because of the man you're dancing. 

Suddenly, a newfound confidence blooms inside of you. One that has your hand moving from his shoulder to his chest, briefly caressing it. “I guess it helps to have a good teacher,” you say, low and sensual. 

Sero notices it immediately. His kind smile turns into one that is more secretive, like he is hiding something you don’t know about. He twirls you once more, causing your braids to fly around you and a laugh to burst from you. Then he’s yanking you to him, emitting a surprised gasp from your lips when you find yourself chest-to-chest with him. 

One of his big hands caresses your lower back while the other still holds yours. He stares deep into your eyes as he begins to move his hips against yours, rolling and grinding his body into your own. Suddenly, like a cliche romance trope, everyone disappears and all that is left are you and him. You only see him. You only know him. 

From somewhere on the floor, Mina and Uraraka shriek, hyping you up. “Yaaaasss, Y/N!” Mina screeches, much louder than Uraraka and the music. “Get it, girl!” 

Before you even realize it, you’re grinding right back onto him, rolling your hips into his. He twirls you around once more, but doesn’t allow you to face him again. Instead, he presses his front against your back and grinds against you from behind. His hands grip your hips, coaxing you to grind your ass back into him. You get lost in the music and in him, feeling safe in his arms despite only knowing him for an hour or so. 

“You’ve got it,” he laughs into your ear, making your inner thighs tingle. “You were so scared to do this, and now look at you. I bet every man in here is jealous that I get to be the one to dance with such a pretty thing like you.” 

Those words are what do it for you, and before you even realize it, you're looping your arms around his neck to bring him closer and turning to kiss him. It is a quick kiss, but it’s enough to have your heart hammering. When you pull away, Sero's eyes are wide, a shocked expression on his face. 

You immediately jump away and cover your mouth, horrified. “I’m so sorry!” you immediately apologize. “I-I don’t know why…” You trail off, suddenly feeling disgusting and awful. Your confidence is gone and the effects of the alcohol are waning. “I should go,” you whisper, on the verge of tears. 

But as you turn to storm off the dance floor, Sero stops you by grabbing your wrist. “No,” he says, a silent plea in his eyes. “Don’t go.” 

Before you can even process what’s happening, one of his arms is looping around your waist while his hand gently cups your cheek. His lips are then on yours, planting one of the softest, hottest kisses you’ve ever had on you. His lips are smooth and soft, his lip ring cool to the touch. Your lips dance with his, a soft moan of longing leaving you. 

Your parted lips allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, the taste of tequila and mint on his tastebuds. You hold each other, kissing among the sea of people. Once again, you feel as if there is no one but you, him, and the throb of the music. 

Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted when the club-goers surrounding you begin to annoyingly scream and whoop over you and Sero. “Oh, shit, they 'bout to fuck!” someone obnoxiously screams over the music. Sero pulls away from you, eyeing the faceless voice. “Let me join!” another shouts. 

“Fuck off!” Mina yells from somewhere behind you. “Leave them alone!” You’ve never been so thankful for your friends than at this moment. Sero smirks down at you, arms still around your waist. “We’ve got ourselves an audience,” he whispers. “Not that I mind some eyes, but I’m more interested in getting you somewhere more…private.” 

His accent makes the word sound like sex to you. Even if that isn’t on the table, you’ll still go anywhere with him. “Where’d you have in mind?” you breathlessly ask. 

He trails his fingers from your waist to interlace your fingers with his. “Well, if you want the bedroom now, I’m down for that,” he says, making your pussy quiver excitedly, “but there’s also a cabana on the beach that’s screamin’ my name right now if you want a good view and some quiet.” 

“I’d love that,” you shyly answer. “Can we finish the shots first though?” You nod at the bar to which Sero chuckles, raising a brow at you. “If you’re dyin’ to get beat by me, then sure.” 

The sea is by far the most special thing you’ve ever seen. It looks even better while drunk. 

After downing more shots and taking a trip to the bathroom, Sero swoops you away to the  beach right outside the resort. The ocean stretches out for your eyes to behold under the big, white moon that looks so much bigger in the sky tonight. 

It hovers over the water, making the waves crystalize like diamonds. “Oh, wow,” you gasp, in awe at the beauty. “This is beautiful!” You stand at the top of the sandy shore, pointing at the sky with your heels in your hands. The sea breeze wafts your hair and cools the sweat on your body from the club. 

Sero is settled down beside you in one of the many empty cabanas lined up on the beach. He sits with his shoes off as he takes out a baggie of pre-rolled blunts and a lighter. He pats the empty seat next to him, smiling up at you. “This cabana is open for two, y’know.” You flush with heat despite the coolness of the salty, sea breeze as you sit beside him, feeling flustered at being so close to him. Now you don’t have the shots or the music as buffers. There is nothing but the sea and the stars. 

However, the silence isn’t awkward––it’s rather peaceful and serene. You dig your toes into the sand and watch Sero work, entranced by his veiny hands as he takes out a blunt and lights the tip. You wish his hands were working you instead. 

You watch as he wraps his lips around the blunt and takes a short tester puff. Then he takes a deep inhale before exhaling all of the smoke through his mouth. “I love doin’ this on the beach,” he contently sighs. “Nothing like a pretty view while you puff on a blunt.” He gazes at you out of the corner of his eye. “And sittin’ with a pretty woman.” 

“Whatever,” you tsk, gently smacking his thigh to hide the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He takes another hit of his blunt. “Seriously! Did you see the way the security guard was checkin’ you out when we left?” 

You retrace your mental steps to try to remember, but come up short. “Uh…no,” you respond, not sure if you believe him. He laughs at this, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Exactly, ‘cause you were oblivious, but not me. You had eyes on you like bees on honey.” 

He then holds the blunt between his thumb and forefinger out to you. “Want a hit? You smoke?” You look down at the blunt, slightly intimidated. Then, for some reason, the thrill of trying something new floods you. “Not really,” you admit. “But there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

You take the blunt between your thumb and forefinger before trying to imitate Sero’s actions. You wrap your lips around the end of the blunt and inhale only to nearly hack up a lung when the smoke invades your lungs. Sero laughs at you while patting you on the back, helping you out. “Take it easy, mama,” he chuckles. “Second time’s a charm.” 

You do as he says and inhale the smoke much slower. It goes down easier the second time and you’re even able to hold it in your lungs for longer before exhaling. “Theeeere we go,” Sero praises with a laugh. “I love a girl who doesn’t quit.” He lets you puff on the blunt for a few minutes longer, gazing out at the sea. 

You can already feel the weed beginning to work its magic. You feel relaxed and kind of sleepy, but not enough to pass out. All of the insecurities and uncertainty you felt before have washed away. You pass Sero the blunt and sit back on your hands, exposing your jiggly tummy a little more. “Sorry I didn’t believe you about the guard,” you suddenly say “It’s just hard for me.” 

You inhale the sea breeze and exhale solemnly, catching Sero’s attention. “The dating pool isn’t built for girls like me. I’ve tried, but as soon as a guy gets a view of me from the waist down, they want nothin’ to do with me. If I’m not seen as some extra pushin’ for the cushion, I’m not seen at all.” 

You’re aware that you’re oversharing, but the alcohol, weed, and Sero’s warm personality have all made it where you’re like an open book now. “I feel like that’s all guys see when they look at me. I’m a fetish, not a woman who is worthy of affection as well as desire. I deserve better, y’know? Everything I have should be enough to get me a good partner, right? But it’s not. All because of…of…this.” 

You grip the jiggly fat of your stomach, huffing frustratedly to yourself. “I don’t hate being in my body, but society does.” Then, instantly, you realize you’ve fucked up. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I said way too much!” 

You abruptly stop when Sero suddenly stands. He takes another puff on his blunt before dropping it into the sand. He then proceeds to kick off his shoes and strip himself of his clothes to reveal his beautiful body, rendering you speechless. When his pants fall, you can’t help but admire how good he looks in his briefs. You stare at him, confused, hot, and bothered by the gorgeous view. “What are you doing?” you softly ask. 

“Let’s take a dip,” he says huskily. You stare at him, dumbfounded. “But…I don’t have a bathing suit.” 

Sero raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who said anythin’ about that?” There’s no way he is seriously considering skinny-dipping…and there’s no way that you’re actually thinking about it! He must see you fighting with yourself because he runs a comforting, soft hand down your arm, his touch making you shiver. “I’d like to see you,” he murmurs, “if that’s okay.”

You search his face to see if he’s joking, but you find no indication that he’s playing with you. There is a molten tenderness in his gaze that has you shivering in anticipation, wondering what else he has in store for you. So you strip. You start with your top and then your skirt, biting your lip at his sharp intake of breath at the sight of you. “Hermosa (beautiful),” he whispers, completely in awe at your body. 

You’ve taken enough Spanish in school to know what that word means and it lights your body on fire. He then offers his hand, giggling when he pulls you along to the ocean. “Come on,, before the water gets too cold!” 

When you hit the water, it’s like you stepped into the damn Arctic Ocean. You gasp as the water shocks your body out of its tired state from the alcohol and weed. Sero keeps his hand in yours despite the crashing waves that roll against your bodies the further you waddle into the ocean. 

You don’t realize how close he’s gotten to you until you’re suddenly staring at his upper torso and the water beads that drip down his abs. Slowly, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close. You let yourself be pulled into him, sighing when your head meets the crook of his shoulder. You embrace him, crushing your breasts against his hard chest. There, you two stay, bobbing in the water, linked with one another. “This feels so nice,” you drunkenly confess. “Like a fairytale.” 

“I’d hope so,” he murmurs to you. “You deserve it, mami.” And you start to believe it. After a few minutes, he pulls away from you, his eyes as dark as the night sky. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, his gaze hopeful. “I know I didn’t ask in the club and I feel bad about that–” 

You don’t hear the rest because you’re too busy planting your lips on his. Your lips move against each other like you both are starving for one another. Sero’s hands move to squeeze your ass, the feeling making you moan into his mouth. He replies with his own moan and pulls away, his eyes glazed over with lust. He wordlessly kneels before you in the water and takes both of your breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. “Shit,” he softly hisses to himself, amazed at the sight. 

You softly whimper at his calloused hands caressing your sensitive breasts. He pries your bra down, exposing your brown nipples. He then leans in and latches his lips onto one of your nipples, sucking on it. You throw your head back to stare at the endless sky, your mouth open in an O as pleasured moans fall from your lips. You can’t yourself, especially when Sero flick his tongue along the sensitive bud of your nipple, his hand kneading your other tit in the process. 

Then he switches, giving your other nipple the same treatment. Your hands find his hair, your fingers aimlessly wandering through his hair. You’re ruining his mullet, but he doesn’t seem to care. He is more concerned with your tits, making you sharply inhale. All of this is going straight to your pussy which is now throbbing and begging for attention between your thick inner thighs. 

“Please, Sero!” you whine, gripping his hair. “I need you to touch me.” Understanding immediately, Sero stares up at you, looking uncertain. He then stands, his body dripping in water, making your pussy throb even more at the sight of his glistening muscles. “You sure you want this?” he asks, his voice low and hushed. 

You practically throw yourself at him, giving him a deep, passionate kiss that nearly takes his breath away. “Yes, Sero, please. I don’t care, just please touch me!” You don;t care how slutty or desperate you come off to be sleeping with a man you just met. You need this right now. 

And Sero is willingly to give it all to you. “Okay, baby, okay,” he shushes you, pressing a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. “Let’s get out of the water first.” 

Once you’re out of the water and standing naked on the shore, you realize the gravity of what you just initiated. Especially when Sero leads you to the cabana. Your eyes flit up to the resort yards away. “Will anyone see us?” you timidly ask.

“They may, they may not,” Sero replies with a devious smirk. “If they do, they’re in for a treat watchin’ a gorgeous woman gettin’ her pussy eaten.” He then sits you down on the bed and kneels down in front of you. He gently pries your thighs open, revealing your sobbing, wet pussy. You watch his face change from playful to downright feral as he stares at you.

He continues to pepper your thighs in kisses while his hands pin your legs apart, his hold on you firm. He doesn’t want you hiding from him despite your cellulite and stretch marks, and rolls and imperfections. And it feels good. 

You don’t stop him when he dives right into your pussy, peppering your lips and clit in open-mouthed kisses as if he’s making out with them. You can’t believe the way this man works his mouth! Especially when he starts to flick his tongue along your clit. His tongue swirls around it and flicks it gently depending on how you respond. 

And shit, are you responding! Your body can’t help but react to the sensations––your toes curl; your back arches; your eyes flutter closed; your mouth falls open as moans and gasps fall from your lips. 

Sero is not only good with his tongue, but also with his hands. He reaches up and plays with your titties, tweaking and pinching your nipples. “H-Harder, please!” you beg to which he pinches the hardened, brown peaks a little harder, the delicious bursts of pain making you gush all over his lips. “Fuck, Sero,” you moan. “That feels so good!” 

Sero moans approvingly, the vibrations making your clit quiver pleasurably. “Keep feelin’ good for me then, mami,” he says in between wet flicks of his tongue on your rosebud. “Lean back and wrap your thighs ‘round my head. I can handle it.” 

He pauses to stare up into your shocked eyes, a grin on his face and a pussy-drunk look in his eyes. Your thighs are on the thicker side, so what if you suffocate him? Before you can even agree or refuse, he is already pushing you back onto the bed, emitting a squeal from you. 

He pauses for a moment, taking you in. His lust-blown eyes trail up and down your naked body, drinking in every part of you. Then he inhales deeply as if struggling to process the beauty in front of him. “Your body is a wonderland, mami,” he huskily says. You have no idea what to say to that. All you can do is shyly smile up at him as he smiles down at you, both of you enchanted with each other. 

Then he’s throwing your thighs over his shoulders with ease, giving him better access to your pussy so he can easily tongue-fuck you. As soon as you feel the wet muscle entering your wet folds and his nose brush against your clit, you are in heaven. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands find his hair, gripping the black locks as your hips begin to grind shamelessly into his face. 

“Mmm-hmm,” he hums approvingly, keeping up the pace. He continues to work your pussy just how you want, making you see stars behind your eyelids and cry to the moon above. 

It doesn’t take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you. Sero must realize you’re close because his jaw starts to move faster, accompanying his tonguefucking with porn-worthy moans of his own that nearly throw you over the edge. “Fuck, Sero!” you whine. “You gotta stop or I’m gonna cum!” 

“Mmm-hmm!” he eagerly hums into your pussy. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and proceeds to suck on your clit while his finger begins to stroke the outside of your slit, barely touching your insides. But it is enough to push you further down that road to cumming all over him. 

His darkened eyes flick up to yours, staring you down between your thighs. “Ven por mí,” he demands. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t fuckin’ hold back.” He grins up at you, his piercings glistening in the moonlight. “I can take it; I’m a big boy.” 

He attaches his mouth to your pussy again and runs it until you can’t help but fall over that edge. “Ven por mí,” he moans into your pussy, becoming gradually louder as your moans reach higher pitches. “Ven por mí, ven por mí, ven por mí!” 

Finally, that knot in your core finally snaps and a wave of euphoria washes over you as you cum all over his face and eager lips with a loud moan. You see the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushes, your body shivering and shuddering. Your back arches and your hips wind into Sero’s face, trying to keep as much as the pleasurable feeling as possible. When it finally fades, you’re left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so good. 

Sero eagerly cleans you up, taking extra care as he runs his tongue over your sensitive, twitching pussy. Then he lifts his head up away from your thighs, giving you a peak of his chin and mouth shining in your juices. With the moon in his glazed eyes, he hums to himself. “You taste better than the tequila.” 

Something in that sentence and the way he looks at you brings something out of you––a passionate, raging fire that can only be tamed by him. Slowly, you sit up in front of him and grab his face to smash your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, surprised at the suddenness, but soon melts into it. Finally, you pull away and stare into his eyes. “I take it you liked it?” he breathlessly asks. 

“I loved it,” you purr, running your hands up and down his tatted chest. “Now I want to thank you.” Your eyes trail down to the bulge in his briefs that has only gotten bigger. You also notice the visible wet spot soaking the fabric. The guy was precumming when he was eating you out! 

You may as well have told him you want to give him a million dollars with how fast he scrambles up on the bed. You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before laying him down on his back. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you slither between his thick, muscular thighs and finally strip his briefs off. 

You gasp when his cock springs free from its trap. It pops up like a Jack-in-the-Box, hard, thick, and veiny. Wordlessly, take his dick in your hand, your pussy throbbing at how heavy it feels in your palm. You feel him tense at the feeling of your soft hand on him, coaxing you to stroke. You pay attention to his body language, peering up at him every so often to see how he’s responding to your touch. 

He lays with his hands fisting the cushion, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes closed. Deciding you’ve got him right where you want him, you spit into the palm of your hand and pump him, lubing him up. Once his dick is shining in your spit, you attach your lips to the tip while your hand busies itself with his shaft. “Fuck,” Sero sighs when your lips wrap around his shaft. “Tan apretada (so tight)…” 

You hollow your cheeks and open your throat to take him more. After a few slow test runs where you slide your mouth up and down along his head, you begin taking him deeper. Sero’s hand moves to your head while his other arm moves behind his head, his hooded eyes gazing down at you. “Easy, mama,” he coos. “Take your time. Don’t take any more than you think you can.” 

You do as he says, only taking as much as your throat will allow. You gag around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, emitting groans and swears in Spanish from his sinful lips. “Mierda! (Shit!)” he hisses, his hand tightening in your braids. “Lo estás haciendo tan bien…you’re doin’ so good for me, baby.” 

He continues to whisper praise as you gag and bob around him, using your free hand to stroke his balls. You ignore the ache of your knees in the sand and the tears pricking at your eyes, fucking up your eye makeup. The control he allows you makes you want to give him the best neck of his life, hopefully causing him to nut deep down your throat. You’ll gladly take all of it. 

Soon he begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bumping against your chin as his cock fucks your throat. “Still doin’ okay?” he asks, to which you nod, emitting a moan from him when the roof of your mouth slides along his dick. “God, you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he whines. “Wouldn’t it be somethin’ if someone came out here and saw me fuckin’ this pretty throat?” 

You tilt your head up to look up at him, loving the view of his body as he bumps your hips against your face. Spit drips from your lips the sloppier your head gets, but instead of fucking your mouth deeper, he pulls out, allowing you to take a breath.

“You can say no, but I’m gonna be real with you, baby: I wanna fuck you. I don’t care if it’s out here or back at your hotel, but if I’m gonna cum, I wanna feel that pussy wrapped ‘round me first.” His words cause your pussy to gush desperately around nothing. You’ve never wanted someone inside you more. 

“I want that too,” you breathlessly answer, hurriedly getting to your feet. Sero does the same, taking your hands in his. “We can go back to my room, if you want. If the girls are there, we can go to yours.” Sero is more than happy to agree with that judging by how his cock twitches between his thighs. 

After gathering your clothes and dressing in the resort robes left for you, you both hastily dress before hurrying to the resort and through the lobby for the elevators. You use your key card to get upstairs, giggling at Sero’s wandering hands and lips. When you finally make it to your floor, the man carries you to your room. When you’re finally at your door, you press a finger to your lips, signaling for his silence. You’re not sure if the girls are back yet. 

Carefully, you unlock your door with the key card and open the door to find your hotel room still quiet, dark, and neatly cleaned. The maid was here earlier. You’re going to feel so bad for ruining her hard work later, but you can’t bring yourself to feel bad now. 

When the door finally shuts, Sero is on you instantly, ripping off your robe and his lips hastily moving against yours. You’re no better. You can't stop yourself from tossing his clothes off too, revealing his naked body and hard cock in the silver moonlight that pours through the window overlooking the beach. “I need to fuck you,” he huffs against your lips, his hands squeezing your ass. “Is it okay if I do that? It’s okay to say no if you don’t–”  

You silence him with another kiss, gently sucking on his tongue. “Shut up and fuck me, Sero,” you purr to him. “I want you to take me to my bed and fill my pussy up the way I know you can.” You then pluck the robe tie from the floor, dangling it in his face. “And I want you to use this on me…please?” Despite feeling emboldened to talk to him in such a demanding manner, that shyness still peeks through. 

Sero looks stunned at your naughty request before a smile creeps onto his lips. “I should’ve realized how freaky you were,” he murmurs. “Let’s waste no more time then.” He takes your hand and leads you to your bed. 

As soon as you plop down on the bed, Sero is hovering over you, his knees on either side of your body. He holds the tie in his hands, staring down at you questionably. With a nod and a reassuring smile, you raise your wrists towards him. He doesn’t need any other confirmation. He takes your wrists and wraps them in the tie before attaching it to your headboard. 

“Good?” he asks. You move your wrists around, testing out the new binds. Not too tight but not too loose either. You nod and he pecks you on the lips before prying your thighs apart. You raise your hips up to meet him, gasping when his cock begins to slide against your slit. His eyes, hooded and hazy with lust, tick up to meet yours. “You still want this?” he huskily asks. You nod, whimpering with need and already yanking helplessly on your binds. 

“No,” he firmly replies. “Don’t just nod. I need your words, mami. Tell me you want me.” He slides his cock up, nudging the head against your clit. “Tell me you want all of this dick inside of this pretty lil’ pussy.” 

You moan in pure desperation, going crazy with need. “Yes, I want you!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please, Sero! Please just fuck me, Papi!” 

The word slips out before you realize it, but Sero catches it immediately. You see his eyes widen an inch and then, in a flash, his entire personality shifts. As soon as he slides his cock head inside of you, you know that this is a different person in your bed. He is no longer the sweet, upbeat man you met earlier at the nightclub, but someone more dominant. Someone who has no problem breaking you completely and then putting you back together again. 

“Say that again,” he growls, beginning to roll his hips, sliding his cock head in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace. “Call me that again.” Weak moans leave your quivering lips as you struggle to stay still, afraid he’ll stop if you move. “Papi,” you whine, “please, please fuck me!”  

Your pleas are silenced when Sero slides in a little deeper, filling you up. A mutual gasp leaves your lips as your pussy walls tighten around him, keeping him nice and snug inside of you. He keeps up the slow thrusts, letting you get used to his girth. “That feel good, mami?” he huffs. “You like this?” 

As if he can’t see your eyes rolling into the back of your head and hear the moans coming out of you. “Yes, Papi!” you sob. “Yes, I love it! Please go deeper!” Sero does just that, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to bump his hips against you a little faster now, never going any harder than you want him to. It is just the right speed and pressure to slide against your G-spot, causing you to cry out. 

“Yeah,” Sero laughs, staring down at you. “You like this. You love gettin’ filled by a stranger’s dick, don’t you?” His hand finds your throat, applying a bit of pressure, emitting a gasp from you. “This was all you needed to give you that boost, right? To get slutted out?” 

He leans down close to you, his lips nearly grazing yours as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. “But only I could’ve done this job right,” he whispers. “Only I can fuck you good like this. Right, princessa?” His hips move faster, harder, his pelvis bumping against your throbbing clit that is close to exploding from the amount of stimulation it’s receiving. 

“Sero!” you loudly sob, gripping the tie around your wrists for dear life. Without a warning, Sero suddenly tosses your legs up to his ears so he can sink in deeper, causing you to nearly scream out as you see heaven’s light before your eyes. 

“Tell me,” he grunts, his eyes posted firmly on yours. “Tell me only I can fuck you right like this! Tell me how good it feels!” Whines begin to leave his lips the more rapidly he fucks you, causing your titties to jiggle and the bed to rock. 

“So good!” you babble as your pussy squelches and clenches around him. “You’re making me feel so good, Papi! I’m gonna cum soon!” You can feel your orgasm beginning to rise the more he grinds his cock into you, filling you to the brim with him. 

“Me too,” he groans. “Dios mío (my God), you just feel to fuckin’ good! And you look so pretty stretched around my dick!” He takes his hand off of your neck and strokes your cheek, his thumb swiping against your bottom lip. 

“Eres tan bonita (you’re so pretty),” he murmurs, staring down at you in utter adoration. “Eres mia…you’re mine now, honey. I don’t give a fuck if it’s just for the rest of your vacation. I’ll make you mine again and again, every fuckin’ day, so you won’t even look at another man back home.” 

He begins to fuck you right into the headboard, the feeling of him hitting that spot again and again without fail so intense that you can’t help the noises that escape you. Screams, cries, and sobs of pure, molten pleasure that you know you’ll never get again. 

He knows it too and that’s why he begins to slow down, working his hips the way he did on that dance floor. He leans down to your ear, nibbling on the flesh of your earlobe. “I want you to cum with me,” he whispers into your ear. “Cum around this dick. Cum for me, mami.” 

He repeats the same line in Spanish, his husky voice filling your ear as his cock kisses your G-spot and his fingers move down to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of no return. 

It doesn't take long for you to finally burst around his cock. With a long, loud moan that tears out of you, your orgasm washes over you. The moment your pussy clenches around Sero’s cock is the moment he cums too. He grips your hips and swears in Spanish before he pulls out. It doesn't take long for him. 

He rapidly pumps his cock in front of your face before his nut spurts all over your body. You gasp as his moans bounce off of the walls, his cum feeling warm on your skin. When you look down, you find the creamy substance coating your tits, thighs, and jiggly tummy. There’s even some on your ass due to how high he has your legs up. You are completely covered in him and his scent. 

Finally, after he feebly gropes one of your tits and presses a kiss to your foot, Sero unties your wrists, emitting a soft, weak moan from you. Then he’s rolling off of you and plopping down beside you on your bed, exhaustion overtaking him. 

The two of you lay there in silence for a moment, basking in the afterglow and processing what just happened. You just had sex with a total stranger. You let him tie you up and fuck you. You let him see your naked body. 

What shocks you is though you’re stunned, there is no ounce of shame or embarrassment anywhere inside of you. If anything, you feel satisfied with what just transpired. You turn to Sero, realizing he’s looking at you already, his eyes shimmering in the slant of moonlight pouring through the window. 

“I meant what I said, you know,” he says, out of breath. “I want to be here with you, every day and night.” A blush coats his cheeks. “I’d like to spend your vacation with you…if you wouldn’t mind.” 

You blink at him again, stunned to silence. You have to be dreaming. There is no way this fine ass man is talking about willingly spending the rest of your vacation with you. He could have anyone he wants with that face, voice, and body, but yet here he is, laying in your bed, completely pussy-whipped for you and enthralled by your body. 

Suddenly, for the first time tonight, you think to yourself, ‘Maybe I am that pretty. Maybe I am that sexy bitch he sees. Maybe I am beautiful.” 

“Is that okay?” he timidly asks, becoming nervous by your silence. Instead of verbally answering, you lean forward and press a long, passionate kiss to his lips that draws a purr of approval out of him. You pull away, staring up into his eyes. “Sero, you’re actin’ like you didn’t just give me the best orgasms of my life,” you giggle. “Why wouldn’t I want that?” 

The biggest, brightest grin stretches across Sero’s lips at your answer and he leans in to bring you into another open-mouthed kiss that has you craving more. “You know what this calls for, right?” he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips. Heat pools inside of your core as your mind goes to other places. ‘Please say more sex.’ 

“A smoke,” he answers, giving you a wink. Though that isn’t the answer you were hoping for, you also know that you have plenty of time to persuade him for another round tonight. 

He gets out of bed to get his jeans and retrieves his blunts. Then he swiftly gets back into bed with you and prepares one for you to share. He does the test smoke first and you watch, aroused and entranced, as the smoke billows from between his pink lips. He then passes it to you and laces an arm around your shoulder, watching you lazily as you puff on the blunt. The silence that surrounds you is serene and comfortable as you pass the blunt back and forth between one another. 

When you pass the blunt back to him, you flush with embarrassment as naughty thoughts run through your head. “You think we can try something?” you timidly ask. Sero raises a brow. “I’ve…never shotgun with anyone before,” you softly confess. 

Sero lets out a laugh that you weren’t expecting. “And you wanna do it with me?” he asks, his smile teasing and playful, making you flush even more. “I think I’m honored…and very turned on.” 

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips before passing you the blunt. “Here, you inhale first.” You do as he says and inhale the smoke, letting it fill your lungs. He slowly leans in with his lips parted as if to kiss you, silently coaxing you to blow the smoke into his mouth in one slow, steady rhythm. 

You feel even more relaxed now––not just because the weed is working on you, but because you realize that Sero is a man who doesn’t judge. He accepts every single part of you, inside and out. The thought of leaving him when vacation is over almost pains you, but you’re not going to think about that right now. Tonight and the next fun-filled days here are all that matters. 

“Feel good?” he chuckles, admiring your hooded eyes. You slowly nod, a smile creeping onto your lips. “Now it’s your turn.” He takes the blunt and puffs on it pinched between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Come here,” he murmurs, and you’re helpless to resist him. You lean in, but he takes you by surprise when he firmly places his hands onto your hips and flips you onto him so you’re now straddling him. 

You slowly part your quivering lips for him and nearly moan when he blows the smoke into your mouth in an indirect kiss. It is just as addictive and as sexy as a direct one, but nothing beats Sero’s lips on yours. You lean in and devour his mouth, swirling your tongue around with his. You find yourself nearly shoving your tongue down his throat to which he groans at, his hands grabbing your ass and giving you a smack that has your pussy crying. 

When you pull away, a sheen line of saliva connects your bottom lips. “Round two then?” he asks, staring up at you with hooded eyes. Before you can say yes or even plant your pussy on his cock that you feel hardening against you, you hear the hotel door unlock. 

Your heart leaps as you immediately jump off of Sero and hide under the covers while he sits up, hiding you from the strangers behind the door. 

In walks Mina and Uraraka, drunk off the alcohol and lust judging by the two hot strangers trailing in behind them. One is a tall, buff redhead holding Mina’s hand while the other is shorter but just as fit and sexy with platinum-blonde hair and crimson eyes that you know have panties dropping. His hand is on Uraraka’s lower back, his fingers toying with the little strings keeping her dress together. 

“So this is our room,” Mina giggles, inviting the men inside. “We have three different beds, so we can–” She stops when her eyes land on you and Sero, naked under the sheets and staring at the four like deers in headlights. Uraraka gasps, covering her mouth and going as red as a tomato. 

“Looks like your room is preoccupied right now,” the redhead chuckles, toothily grinning at Sero. “See you finally got her, man!” The blonde rolls his eyes, his hand still on Uraraka’s backside. “It’s about fuckin’ time,” he grumbles. “He’s been eyein’ that woman down the entire night like an idiot.” 

Sero looks at Mina and Uraraka who look like they want to die. “I see you met my friends, girls,” he chuckles. “You’ve got good taste.” 

The redhead winks at him and wraps an arm around Mina's waist. “Y’know, why don’t we go back to our room? We’ve got a hot tub and a great view of the beach. We could give these two some much-needed privacy, too.” 

Mina quickly nods and practically pushes the three out of the room, winking at you on the way out. The door shuts behind them, leaving you two alone once more. Sero turns to face you and slithers his hand up your thigh. “So, we still on for round 2?” He could’ve asked for five rounds and you would’ve given him all of them. 

The rest of the night is spent in bed, with kisses, touches, snuggling, and endless pleasure that make you want to miss your flight at the end of the week. 

THE END.