Y/N had always considered Sero Hanta a good friend. Funny, charming, and undeniably handsome, he was the kind of guy who could light up a room with his easygoing nature. So, when he'd sheepishly asked for her help to prepare for his family's annual gathering – a gathering that involved, of all things, a salsa dancing competition – she'd readily agreed. After all, she had taken salsa lessons for years and loved dancing. It was a no-brainer.
The first few practices were strictly business. Y/N patiently guided Sero through the basic steps, his initial clumsiness slowly giving way to a more confident rhythm. Laughter filled the room as he tripped over his own feet, their hands brushing accidentally as she corrected his posture. But as the days turned into weeks, something began to shift. The accidental touches lingered a little longer. The laughter held a different kind of warmth.
One particularly sweltering afternoon, as Y/N demonstrated a complicated turn, Sero's hand slipped from her waist, his fingers grazing her bare skin beneath her shirt. A jolt, like static electricity, shot through her. She stumbled, her heart hammering against her ribs. He steadied her, his dark eyes suddenly serious. "Sorry, Y/N," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed.
"It's okay," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. But it wasn't okay. Not really. From that moment on, the air between them seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. Every dip, every twirl, every shared glance felt loaded with meaning. They were dancing closer, bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin radiating outwards.
The day of the gathering arrived in a flurry of excitement and nervous energy. Y/N found herself surprisingly anxious as she helped Sero adjust his tie, her fingers brushing against his collarbone. His family welcomed her with open arms, their warmth and boisterous humor instantly putting her at ease. They were just like him, only amplified.
"So, Sero," his aunt teased, winking at Y/N. "Is this the lovely lady we've been hearing so much about? Are you two finally dating?"
Y/N's face flushed crimson. She stammered, "Oh, no, we're just…"
Sero cut her off, a playful grin on his face. "We're just friends," he said, but his eyes lingered on Y/N's a moment longer than necessary.
"Just friends?" his grandmother chuckled, patting Y/N's hand. "Well, I can see the sparks flying from here. You two would make a lovely couple."
The comment hung in the air, thick with implication. Y/N didn't know how to respond. She wanted to be more than friends, she realized with a jolt, but the thought terrified her. What if she ruined their friendship? What if he didn't feel the same way?
The salsa competition was a blur of music, color, and adrenaline. As they took to the dance floor, the crowd faded away, leaving only Y/N and Sero. They moved as one, their bodies perfectly in sync, lost in the rhythm of the music. Every dip was deeper, every twirl more sensual. The earlier awkwardness was replaced by raw passion. The culmination of weeks of practice, unspoken desires and building tension.
As the music reached its crescendo, Sero pulled Y/N close, his hand caressing the small of her back. Their faces were inches apart, his breath warm against her lips. And then, he kissed her. It was a brief, electrifying moment, a spark that ignited a wildfire within her.
The crowd erupted in cheers, Sero's family whooping and hollering. Y/N, however, was a mess. Her heart pounded, her cheeks burned, and her mind was racing. She pulled away from Sero, mumbled a quick excuse, and fled.
Later that evening, Y/N found herself alone in the guest room, pacing restlessly. Sero's kiss had shattered the carefully constructed walls she'd built around her feelings. She wanted him, she realized, with a desperate need that both thrilled and terrified her.
A soft knock on the door startled her. Sero stood on the threshold, his expression a mixture of nervousness and apology. "Y/N, I… I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "I shouldn't have done that."
Without a word, Y/N turned and walked away. She couldn't face him right now. Not when her emotions were so raw and exposed.
The party continued late into the night, but Y/N found herself unable to relax. She circled Sero, teasing him mercilessly with her eyes, her body language a tantalizing invitation. She'd brush past him, letting her fingers trail lightly across his arm. She'd lean in close, whispering jokes in his ear, her lips grazing his earlobe. She pushed him, testing his limits, until she could see the desire simmering beneath his carefully controlled facade.
Finally, Sero snapped. He grabbed her hand, his grip firm, and pulled her towards him. "Y/N, stop," he growled, his voice husky.
"Stop what?" she purred, tilting her head.
His eyes darkened. "You know exactly what you're doing."
"Maybe I do," she whispered, her gaze locking with his. "And maybe I want you to do something about it."
With a groan, Sero tugged her towards a nearby empty room and locked the door behind them. The air in the room crackled with unspoken needs. He was hard, the evidence pressing against her thigh, and she knew he wanted her. Now.
"Y/N," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Are you sure about this?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she reached out and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly. He sucked in a breath, his eyes never leaving hers. She undid another button, and another, until his chest was bare. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his skin, her tongue tracing the line of his collarbone.
Sero groaned, his hands gripping her waist tightly. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers, and kissed her with a raw, desperate hunger. She met his passion with her own, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body arching towards his.
He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the nearest chair. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap, and continued to kiss her, his hands exploring the curves of her body. She moaned, her head falling back, as he trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.
He unzipped the back of her dress, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. She shivered, her breath catching in her throat. He pulled the dress down, revealing her lace bra and panties. He gazed at her, his eyes filled with lust and admiration.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
She blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out and unbuckled his belt, her fingers fumbling slightly. He watched her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as she unbuttoned his pants and freed him from his confines.
He was hard, throbbing in her hand, and she couldn't resist the urge to stroke him. He groaned, his head falling back, as she caressed him with her fingers. She could feel him tremble beneath her touch.
He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. She moaned, her body arching towards his, as he quickened the pace. She was on fire, her body aching for release.
Finally, she pulled away, her eyes locking with his. "Now, Sero," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Now."