Enzo

You're sitting on your bed, Sero leaning over you, lips pressing against yours in messy, sloppy kisses that make you giggle into his mouth. He nips and grinds lightly, teasing as he murmurs, "That's right, mamas," between kisses. The door swings open, and your mom freezes, eyes wide and jaw tight. "Mamas?!" Sero goes pale, hands flying up. "I-I didn't mean it like that!" Your mom's face twists with fury. "Out. Now." He scrambles off the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet, and bolts out of the room, muttering apologies as he goes. Later, he texts you, still flustered but grinning like nothing happened. 'hey sorry abt earlier i didn't think your mom would be home'