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all in a day's quirk | sero hanta

pairing: Sero Hanta / Fem Reader

length: 5.3k

summary: Sero gets hit with a quirk that makes others see him as the person they are most attracted to. Which you really wish you had known before you opened your mouth and gave him your usual, “Hey, Sero!”

tags/warnings: pro hero au, fluff, misunderstandings, quirk accident, not actually unrequited feelings, smut, thigh riding, fem reader (no pronouns but AFAB genitalia terms used), aged up characters

It was approximately four thirty-three p.m. when Sero Hanta returned from patrol and blew your peaceful day to bits.

Before his arrival, the Todoroki Agency had been relatively quiet, as it usually was around this time, everyone but the on-call staff winding down for the day. You’d been hearing the telltale rustling of jackets and scuffle of feet in the office behind you since the clock ticked past four.

Not long after, a couple of your friends from the analytics department had wandered over to your desk, clearly deciding they were not going to get anything else done, gossiping and stealing the candies you kept in a glass bowl on the reception counter.

“I heard Shouto’s manager is considering signing him up for a shirtless charity calendar,” Mari told you immediately, wiggling her eyebrows. “Hana from brand management said she was asked to do research on the impact the calendar had on other pros’ careers, so I think this is serious.”

She looked beyond pleased, her cheeks pink and her ears tipped red, the way they always were when she contemplated her massive crush on your agency head, Todoroki Shouto.

You couldn’t fault her–Shouto was incredibly handsome and kind, if a bit spacey–but you’d always been drawn to a different pro hero on the agency roster. Someone just a little bit taller, with dark hair and a half-moon grin, a razor sharp sense of humor, and the most inconceivably mouth-watering thighs in the pro hero business.

Not that you had been giving them attention. Much.

You suppressed the urge to ask if anyone else from the agency was being considered for the calendar, wiggling your eyebrows back. “Well I know you’ll be the first in line.”

Mari’s blush deepened, and Kimiko laughed around an orange-flavored candy, which you stocked for many reasons other than a certain tape-themed hero’s predilection for oranges, thank you very much.

“I just hope they include Uravity-san,” Kimiko said. “I mean–not shirtless shirtless, but like, god would I kill for her in a little sports bra.”

Kimiko sounded unaffected, but you’d literally hidden her beneath your desk the time pro heroes Uravity and Deku visited for an agency team-up with the Todoroki office. She’d spent the entire time peering out with big eyes, muttering under her breath, “I am so gay. So very very gay.”

You didn’t doubt if Uravity were included in the spread, Kimiko might even beat Mari out for the first spot in line.

“You both have such kind hearts,” you laughed. “So eager to give to charity.”

“I’m a lifelong philanthropist,” Mari agreed, picking up your pen and doodling hearts all over your office stationery. You noticed she colored in only the left side, and suppressed another laugh.

Whatever. You knew what it was to be that whipped, even if you’d never do anything about it.

As huge as your thing was for Sero, there wasn’t a chance in hell he returned your affections. He was incredibly friendly, but over the past few years, he’d never even given a hint that he was into you like that. He’d treated you with the same easy cheer and subjected you to the same good-natured roasting he did everyone else in the agency.

And now was not the time to go looking for more, anyway. You’d recently become close enough to see Sero outside of work and you were not about to endanger that–you’d been invited to a house party of his a couple months ago, gone to drinks with him and a couple of agency people after work, and even grabbed dinner alone a few times over the past few weeks. You’d been texting memes practically nonstop this entire week alone.

He was so much fun, always quick with a joke, a wink, or an interesting story, and he wasn’t afraid to tell things like they were. You forgot time was passing when you were with him, and sometimes when you went out, you stayed out long enough that you thought he might, too.

So you were finally reaching a stage in your friendship where Sero clearly felt close and comfortable—you would not press for more.

It was just, sometimes, when he smiled down at you with that clever, mischievous grin, your heart felt like it was experiencing some sort of medical event. Sometimes, when he put his dark hair up into a messy half-bun, those biceps cording as he did so, it felt like someone had just vacuumed all the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Sometimes, when he leaned down to whisper something to you in his most conspiratorial tones, it felt like someone had spiked your brain into a blender and pureed it into mush.

But it was cool.

You knew how to play it cool.

Mari pulled you back to earth with the promise of more gossip—this time, about her arch nemesis in accounting—and Kimiko leaned in, offering her own commentary over the unwrapping of another of your candies.

And then the clock struck four thirty-three, and Sero Hanta returned from patrol.

You heard the telltale mechanic ping of an agency badge passing checkpoint, and peeked around Kimiko to see Sero trudging through the doorway, looking strangely contemplative. He was covered in dirt and his uniform was slashed in several places, including a great deal of shredding about the thighs, which you would have been happier about if he didn’t look so unusually subdued.

He didn’t look hurt at any rate, so that was good. But you couldn’t help but call out to him.

“Hey Sero!” you said, curious about his demeanor. “How’d patrol go? Something happen?”

Kimiko and Mari turned around, and you watched as both of them seemed to freeze up. Kimiko’s hand slapped against the reception counter, the sound echoing through the room, gripping tightly as though she’d suddenly seen a ghost.

“Ur–Uravity-san,” she said, dipping into the most formal bow you’d ever seen her make. “What’s brought you here?”

You felt your mouth pull into a frown, staring at the back of her head in absolute bamboozlement. Was she seeing things? The only person in the doorway was Sero, and he was very much unaccompanied.

His helmet was propped between his hip and his elbow, so his face was clear too–so Kimiko didn’t even have the excuse of not being able to see his face, different though his costume was from Uravity’s.

Sero blinked, his mouth pulling into a semi-puzzled grin. “Uravity?”

Mari was slapping Kimiko before you could inquire the same thing, hissing, “Are you losing it? That’s fucking Shouto.” She turned back to pin you with something between a glare and a concerned, assessing gaze, as if you too had lost your marbles.

You frowned back, your own concern deepening. “I’m sorry–are you guys seriously telling me that Shouto and Uravity are here with Sero?” You peered back around Mari at Sero, quirking a brow at him. “Did they get hit with some kind of invisibility quirk or are these two experiencing some kind of hallucination?”

Maybe too much shirtless calendar talk had gotten them too hot and bothered.

Sero’s dark gaze pinned you, and he quickly came tromping over, his boots echoing on the stone flooring. He leaned over the reception counter, pointing to his face with one long, pretty finger. “Wait, you can tell it’s me?”

He smelled like cement and sweat and dust, and something vaguely minty, like he’d been chewing gum recently. You tried not to let your expression show how much you liked the look of him up close, those hooded dark eyes, his wide, charming mouth.

“Um, yes? I have eyeballs?” you wondered.

Sero blinked, leaning in closer. Your heartbeat ticked up. “You’re sure?”

“Should I not be…sure?” you asked. “Are Shouto and Uravity really with you and I’m the only one who can’t see them?”

Sero shook his head, “Nah–it’s just me.”

You frowned up at him, curious. “Then why are they calling you Shouto and Uravity…?”

Sero shook his dark head. His hair was pulled into that half-bun you loved, the way it usually was under his helmet on patrol, and all mussed from whatever run in he’d had. You tried not to think about what other activities might get his hair all mussed like that.

He smiled, something wide and conspiratorial. “Got hit with some kinda illusion quirk. People have stopped me like a thousand times on my way in to ask for All Might’s autograph, or Hawks’, and even Bakugou’s. They’re lucky it was just me, he’d have thrown a shit fit getting cut off in the street like that.”

Sero’s features shifted into something slightly more contemplative again. “But you’re somehow immune, huh?”

You frowned. “Shouldn’t you get checked out at medical, then?”

His eyes softened, and another grin made its way onto his mouth. “Yeah yeah, I’ll head right there.”

Kimiko and Mari were still gaping over at him like he was a miracle, and some strange feeling came over you, a concerned little squeeze of your heart. You grabbed Mari, plonking her down into your seat in your stead. “Cover me for a couple minutes? Just say people are unavailable and take notes and I’ll figure it out when I get back. I’m gonna run down to medical with Sero for a second.”

Mari nodded dumbly.

You pulled Sero’s helmet out of his grip, resting it in the crook of your own elbow, and gestured him down the hall with you. Sero fell into step beside you, keeping up easily with his long stride. He grinned down at you, seemingly unperturbed that he’d gotten hit with a quirk that had all but erased his identity in the eyes of others.

It was something you admired in him, his inherent good-naturedness.

You wondered why you were the only one who could tell it was him.

“Any good gossip while I was gone?” he asked, like he really couldn’t be fussed about his predicament. “I was starting to hear shirtless calendar talk before I had to head out on patrol.”

You suppressed a flush and fought down the urge to ask if he’d been asked to be in it too.

You did not need to know.

“Whatever the hell is going on with you is the spiciest bit of gossip all day,” you told him, rounding a corner and badging into the stairwell down to the medical floor. You clung to the railing carefully and most definitely did not watch his thighs bunch as he took the stairs. “Want a drink after work? It seems like you could use one, after this.”

Sero smiled, an eyebrow raising. “Trying to get me drunk, huh?”

You wrinkled your nose. “As if I’d need to be so underhanded.”

You did. You did need to be so underhanded.

Sero had to angle himself carefully through the door, his shoulder pieces liable to snag on the doorway with the breadth of those pro hero shoulders. The medic on staff took one look at him and flushed, mumbling out a name you didn’t know.

You piped in before she could say more. “Cellophane’s been hit with a quirk that makes him appear like someone else. It’s not whoever you think!”

She blinked curiously, but then nodded, probably having seen much weirder things in her time as a hero agency staffer. She gestured Sero to a cot on the side of the room. “Alright, please sit down, Cellophane. We’ll do a couple quick tests and then get you sorted with the right quirk cancellation.” Her cheeks seemed to heat again as she spoke, but she made good on her promise, disappearing down the hall, calling to someone for quirk testing strips.

Sero hopped up on the cot, swinging those long legs, grinning at you from eye-level, now. “Think I should prank a couple people before they cancel it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Only you would be having fun with this. No one in the world knows who you are!”

The corner of Sero’s mouth pulled wryly. “You do.”

“You don’t know if that could change, dude. Better get it over with before you get stuck as like, Endeavor forever.”

Sero laughed, light and airy. “Shouto wouldn’t hang with me anymore.”

You nodded. “Exactly, and none of the rest of us read the same weird manga you guys are into so you’d be all alone with no one to fanboy about it to.”

The medic returned with a thick silvery strip, pulling on blue nitrile gloves as she did so. Sero held his arm out obligingly, the lean muscle flexing in the fluorescence of the office lighting. She peeled off the backing of the strip, pressing it to Sero’s forearm, pushing it down firmly.

She attached a cable to some screened device, and you listened to the beep of various buttons. Sero watched you over her shoulder, his easy smile still in place.

Finally, the device in the medic’s hand beeped, and she pulled back, announcing somewhat shyly, “An attraction-type quirk.”

You blinked, mystified. A what?

Sero’s grin seemed to freeze on his face, and his thin brows furrowed the tiniest bit.

The medic continued, oblivious. “This quirk creates an illusion. External parties will perceive the affectee with the traits or as the person they are most attracted to.”

Sero’s dark eyes snapped to yours, widening, and you fumbled a step back, almost tripping over yourself. You threw out a hand, barely catching yourself on the counter.

No.

Oh fuck no.

If people were seeing who they were most attracted to…and you had just seen Sero the whole time…

That would mean—that would mean—and he had heard you say—

“Oh my god, I just remembered I have to get back to Mari,” you said, offering Sero a wave of your suddenly numb hand. “Can’t, um, strand her at the desk for too long. I’ll leave you guys to it. Uh, yeah. Thanks–bye!”

You quickly threw yourself out through the door, leaving Sero alone with the medic. You dashed back up the stairwell, your heartbeat shooting into your mouth.

How could this be happening? How unbelievably embarrassing was that? You’d worked so hard to play it cool in front of Sero for all this time, for years, really, and you’d finally just made it to a comfortable place as friends.

And then—and then—some attraction-illusion quirk goes and blows your cover, just like that? For real?

And he’d heard you, too. Heard you say, “Hey, Sero!” as soon as he’d come through the door, before anyone had revealed anything about who else they thought he might be instead. Before you could have possibly had any clue that he’d been quirked.

You could die of mortification.

You shooed Mari and Kimiko away from the desk when you got back, quickly readying your things to get the hell out of the office as soon as your night replacement arrived. You cleaned up all the bi-colored hearts Mari had doodled on every available surface of your desk and refilled the candy bowl Kimiko had apparently seen fit to devastate in your absence, your ears heating with the thought that Sero could catch on now, why you stocked orange candies.

God, could your replacement hurry the fuck up before Sero got back here?

But the night receptionist was predictably late, of course, and by the time you finally saw him badge through the front entrance you could hear quick, booted steps across the tile behind you.

Sero’s voice sounded over the back of your chair, just as a long-fingered hand closed around your wrist.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice more careful than you’d ever heard it. “Still up for that drink? I think maybe we could talk over it.”

The night receptionist nodded at you and Sero as he made his way over, and you gave up your chair to him, collecting your bag with Sero’s warm fingers still clutching your wrist. You slowly worked up the courage to look up at him, face heating as you took in his uncharacteristically intent expression. His face had been cleaned and it looked like some antibiotic had been applied to some of the scrapes along his jaw.

You knew then you’d trapped yourself. Though it was probably also better to get things over with now than avoid the subject forever.

“Okay,” you said, trying to keep your voice normal. “Yeah, let’s talk.”

Sero was the nicest dude ever, you had to remember that. Even when it came down to a rejection, he would still be completely kind and friendly. Probably not too much would change on his end afterwards either. You couldn’t imagine him avoiding you or treating you any differently.

“My place okay?” Sero asked as you shrugged on your bag.

You nodded, and he smiled, nearly as wide and silly as he normally did, tinged with only the slightest bit of shyness.

You’d originally planned to take him out somewhere fun, but this conversation was probably best had in private. And Sero’s place was close, an apartment only a couple blocks’ walk, in a charming little neighborhood fringed by a park and a variety of interesting bars and cafes. Sero chatted away with his usual friendly ease as you walked, still in his shredded hero costume, waving to the couple people that recognized him as you did so.

Your stomach flipped as he opened his front door, gesturing you inside under his arm. He was tall and lanky enough that you fit easily, and you caught a whiff of that minty scent again under all the dust that coated his uniform. You tried not to look too closely at the lines of his bicep as you passed under it.

His apartment was just as you’d remembered it; spacious, casually decorated in neutral tones with splashes of interesting patterns spread across the rug, throw pillows, and his collection of wall hangings. It smelled cottony and clean, and Sero gestured you to his couch as he dumped his helmet and boots in the doorway, shrugging off his shoulder pieces.

“A beer cool?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen. “I’ve got a couple of good ones.”

“Sounds great,” you told him, listening to the sounds of him cracking the caps.

To your surprise he plopped down on the couch next to you as he came back in, handing you a bottle. It was cold, and your fingers made little prints in the condensation where you touched it.

“So,” he said, turning to you, a sly look in his dark eyes. “You wanna talk about what just happened?”

Your face flamed, and you took a quick sip of your beer to give you time to recover yourself. It was sour on your tongue, a hint of orange peel in its profile.

“No,” you told him honestly, giving him a self-conscious smile, which he returned. “I think it’s pretty clear, actually. You got hit by a quirk that shows people the person they’re most attracted to and I, uh, obviously saw, um, you.”

Sero’s grin pulled wider at the edges, surprising you. If you didn’t know better, you would think he liked hearing that. Although maybe it was a little bit of an ego stroke to hear you were someone’s fantasy man, even if you didn’t return their feelings.

“Not All Might and not Bakugou,” he said, something pleased in his tone.

You blinked at him, disturbed by those insinuations. “Definitely not,” you sniffed. “I am a paragon of taste.”

Sero laughed, his fingers flexing on the side of his beer. Then he took a sip, seeming to contemplate something as he did, and you drew yourself together, preparing for the inevitable. That was definitely a look that said he was thinking hard, probably about the best way to let you down.

But then Sero grinned back down at you, leaning in collusively. “You wanna know something?”

You could feel your brows raise curiously, even as your heartbeat picked up with his proximity. You looked down, then accidentally spied the strips of tanned thigh where his costume had torn, and had to quickly reroute your gaze for fear of staring. “That depends.”

Sero’s grin went even more sly. “I think if you’d been hit with that quirk, I’d have known it was you too.”

Your heartbeat slammed to a halt in your chest. It was only when Sero threw a hand out that you realized you’d lost your grip on your beer, his quick reflexes the only thing saving his carpet. You startled at the sudden move, making a weird arm-flinging motion somewhere between grabbing for your beer and grabbing onto him, ending up accidentally smacking him in the chest instead.

“Fuck, I—sorry!” you garbled out, stunned by his sudden proximity and the fistful of his costume you’d taken. His skin was warm against the side of your hand.

Sero blinked, looking taken aback for a moment. Then he shifted, and you heard the clink of two beers being deposited on his coffee table. You swallowed, unable to look away from him, and you watched his dark eyes rove over your face, before dipping down to stare at something just under your nose.

A shiver prickled up your spine.

“So when you—with the quirk—” you tried, but your brain had gone offline, and the right set of words were not coming to you. “Um, when you say—you would have known—?”

Sero’s grin crept back across his mouth. “I mean that I’d have seen you, because I’ve been wanting to ask you out and trying to figure out if you're into me for months.”

It had to be the shock of this admission that registered you so stupid. “You—months? Try years.”

Sero’s laugh beat back the instant wave of mortification that overcame you in the next second, when you realized what'd you'd just said. You could only smile back helplessly, equally pleased and embarrassed. He looked so good right then, too, grinning toothily, his hair a mess, his costume torn to shreds. He really was the most gorgeous guy you had ever seen, that quirk had totally had your number.

It suddenly dawned on you that you had little else to lose now, with everything out in the open. And when Sero looked like that—sly, pleased, and a little bit of a mess—you thought you were done trying to bury things.

A thrill zinging down your spine, you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his.

He’d been laughing, and you only caught the edge of his mouth, but Sero quickly corrected. You could feel his lips go slack in surprise for a second, and then he was schooling himself and returning your kiss with abandon.

Long fingers came up to take your chin, holding you firmly in place. It was so unexpectedly bold that you shuddered, kissing him harder. Your hand tangled further in the fabric of his costume, gripping onto him for dear life as his tongue met yours, twisting and teasing. It was so like him, the way he kissed. Teasing, playful, easy. Your head spun with how much you liked it.

“Aw fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Sero said, when he finally pulled away far enough to enunciate the words. He shifted against you, putting a large palm against your back, pulling you to him. You followed his guidance, climbing into his lap, chasing his mouth again. You wanted more—more now that you thought you could have it.

“I’ve been wanting—for years—” you said, squeaking in surprise when Sero guided you down onto a strong thigh. It was hard and thick and way too muscular to be allowed, and your breath left you in a harsh hiss. And because this was the most embarrassing day of your life, Sero clocked it immediately, leaning forward in interest.

“You—like that? My—thigh?” he asked curiously.

You could feel your face burning, like someone had just dunked it in a bucket of hot coals. “I–yes. I like everything about you. Including your thighs,” you admitted.

Sero’s hand guided you back down against him, pressing his knee up experimentally. A thrill sang through your veins at the feeling of a piece of him so warm and firm right up against your core. You barely bit back the noise you wanted to make.

“Fuck, this is weirdly hot,” Sero said, leaning in to take your mouth again. You could feel him growing hard against your knee through the fabric of his costume, as his tongue flicked against yours, making your brain go a little woozy.

His arms came around you, holding your waist as he ground his leg up into you, sending a wave of pleasure striking through you like lightning. The moan you’d been trying to hold in finally broke free of you. “Ah—Hanta!”

The sound seem to spark something in him. Sero surged up, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he kissed you, still rocking you against his thigh in a way that made you see stars. You had the wild thought that everything about him was more than you’d ever imagined it would be, from the delicate press of his fingers to the warmth of his thigh to the way the strands of his hair that had escaped brushed across your forehead. Embarrassingly fast, like he knew exactly how to play you, he worked you up to the crest of your pleasure.

You had to put a hand to his chest to stop him.

“Hanta, if you—I’m going to cum if we don’t stop—” you said.

“Oh my god please,” was his only answer, and he pulled you down onto his thigh with renewed vigor. Sparks of pleasure pricked all over your body as he kissed you again, his hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. He left bruising kisses down the side of your throat, fingers playing with your nipples.

Another few rocks into his thigh sent you right over the edge, and he held you against him as you rode it out, squirming against his thigh.

“This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,” he said, something in his tone making it clear he was not done with you yet.

He helped you wiggle out of your pants, freeing himself of his own costume, and laid you out over his couch, grinning. He was golden with a fading summer tan, and his smile was so wide and charming and white against the dimming light from the windows. He was gloriously lean, hard with dense, compact stretches of muscle, every single inch of him honed from years of hero work. He was perfect—so stupidly, handsomely, perfect.

Between his thighs, his cock was just as long and lean, heavy and flush with arousal. It made you dizzy to think that this man, who you’d crushed on for so long, wanted you like this—wanted you back in the same way you’d always wanted him. You motioned him closer, too eager now to be self-conscious about it.

Sero laughed, a happy noise. “Fuck, you’re so pretty though.” He stretched out over you, sliding in between your thighs and guiding himself into you. His chest pressed to yours, hot and slick with a light sheen of sweat already, and you hissed with the feeling of him slipping inside you.

You felt drunk with arousal, crazy with want. You clutched him to you as he moved, thrusting carefully at first, as if testing the feeling of you, and then more firmly. You let out soft noises you hadn't meant to, which Sero seemed to appreciate.

“God, look at you. Listen to you,” he said, grinning down at you, his dark eyes tracing over you. “I can’t believe I got hit with that quirk. This is the luckiest day of my life—you’re so cute. So—fuck—so perfect.”

He slid into a frustratingly sedate pace, strokes long and languid, stretching out almost teasingly. You wrapped your legs more tightly around his hips, trying to press him into you, but his smile just widened. He moved leisurely, setting his own pace, just on the wrong side of too slow.

It drove you insane, somehow working you up even faster than if he’d been doing what you wanted. You muffled the sounds of your own moans against his lips, gripping onto those broad shoulders. Sero’s own fingers slid down to your clit, playing with you just as lightly and teasingly as his thrusts.

You could have killed him, but all you could do was hold onto him, slurring his name appreciatively.

He worked you like that for a while, bringing you close but never too close, drawing out the feeling into something warm and fizzy, like soda left in the sun. But eventually the band of his control seemed to snap, and he began thrusting into you harder, faster. Those long, lovely fingers circled your clit with more intent as he did, murmuring a steady stream of praise.

“Please—cum with me,” he panted into your mouth, as his fingers drew ever-tightening circles over you. “I want you to come with me, Y/N. Can you—can you do that?”

You nodded frantically as his thrusts grew faster, sloppier. He was so good inside you, so good over you, his fingers such a delicious pressure against your clit. It only took a few thrusts more, a few strokes of those careful fingers, and then you were squirming against him in earnest, your veins going molten with pleasure.

“Hanta—I’m going to—!”

“Yessss,” he hissed, and then he was orgasming too, spilling out his pleasure inside of you. His hips slapped yours in a stuttering pattern, half-crazed, and you shook against him, gasping. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you crested the wave, until finally—finally you went limp against him, just as his own body relaxed over you.

“I want to be hit with a quirk all the time,” he said, ridiculously.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling into his shoulder. “Don’t make a habit of it.”

Sero hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know. If this is what I get every time, then…” he trailed off, smirking down at you.

“I’m not going to bang you if you’re going to be irresponsible,” you told him.

He perked up, however, those dark eyes peering at you hopefully. “But you’ll bang me otherwise?”

You laughed again, pinching him lightly on the arm where you held him. “What do you think having a crush on you for years means?”

His grin went all sly and pleased again. “Then I’ll have to lock it down, of course. I haven’t spent months wondering just to let you get away. Starting with dinner this evening, maybe. Do you—would dinner be okay?” he asked. The sound of genuine, eager hope in his voice was so gratifying it made you want to kick your legs in the air.

You settled for nodding instead. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

“Then I’ll arrange the finest takeout just for you,” he said, which you knew from experience meant the empanadas place around the corner. You laughed again, feeling full already with the promise of an easy meal, and a relationship to come.

“Whatever you want sounds good to me,” you said, even as he began to slide off of you, helping you up alongside him. “You’ve had a crazy day today, empanadas sound like the perfect cap.”

Sero leaned in, his expression as mischievous and charming as always. “It’s nothing,” he said, even as he carefully held out your shirt to you again, guiding you into it in an unexpectedly gentlemanly move. You let him stuff you into it, laughing, smiling into the kiss he gave you as you emerged.

He winked at you as he found his phone and dialed, smiling as you heard the call connect. “After all, I'm a hero," he said. "And it’s all in a day’s work.”

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drawinweirdo · 2 years ago

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“I put a spell on you…18+”

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pairing: witch!reader x dom!bakugo x a little mean!kirishima, they’re all in college 21+, they have quirks, they’re in the same dormitory and Bakugo is two rooms away from reader. Reader has a witch quirk that allows her to astral project, cast spells, enter peoples dreams etc.

summary: you have a crush on this guy Bakugo who lives in two rooms away from you, instead of approaching him like a normal person you decide to astral project into his dream and cast a love and lust spell on him by having sex with him in his dream. Your spell backfires horribly though.

cw: afab!reader, dubcon, noncon kiss, love and lust spells without consent, name calling, mentions of anxiety, blowjob, handjob, double penetration, some praise, use of good girl, blackmail, calling classmate while getting sandwiched.

wc: 4.2k

🕯🃏 DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE DARK CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING 🕯🃏

“What kind of outcome should I expect if I put a love and lust spell on that cute boy two dorm rooms away?” You shuffle the card hoping for another answer, but there it is again. The tower card. You roll your eyes.

*For those not well versed in tarot cards, the tower is a card that means chaos as maybe things not going as planned and instead falling apart. It can be good and bad depending on the context but it’s a card of breaking down and rebuilding and facing harsh truths. In this case, for y/n it’s not a positive card. I hope this helps make the tarot bit less confusing.

You check the time. It’s 10:47, almost time for your astral projection. You had specifically planned to astral project on a Friday, since Friday is ruled by Venus the planet of Love. Your spirit guides had told you several times to approach your crush normally instead of spellcasting, but they don’t get it. He was so intense, kind of rude and very popular meanwhile you have always been the opposite of him especially when it comes to popularity. You live in completely different worlds, there’s no way you’d ever cross paths if it wasn’t for a spell. Tonight however that would change, this spell would bind him to you on a soul level. He had to be yours now. According to the book you got your spell from, it should work already the morning after. You’re so excited, finally you’d be able to run your fingers through his pretty blonde hair, hug him, lick his abs…follow the happy trail do- *slap* “FOCUS Y/N!!” You tell yourself as you abruptly slap yourself out of your fantasising. You had to be clear minded and calm before your spell to ensure success. Nervously pouring your enchanted lavender tea into your cup, you spill some on the table. You have been wanting this for so long, tomorrow he is really yours.

Even though you just had a whole cup of enchanted lavender tea, your mouth is more dry than ever. You ground yourself and lay down in the circle you had cast earlier, and slowly you drift into the astral plane as you count back from 100 to 0. Even though you had astral projected plenty of times, it shocked you a little every time standing next to your sleeping body. You stand in the circle next to your body since you have all your protection spells there, the spell starts now. “Here goes” you think to yourself. You start to chant “Lirach Viseo Leveh Katsuki Bakugo” exactly five times as stated in the book. You’re nervous but two seconds after you’re done chanting, a portal opens up to Katsukis subconscious mind. You walk into it, his subconscious mind is a fiery landscape with lots of reds and orange. It feels like Mars energy on steroids to you, it is intoxicating and you feel tingly down there. Being out of your physical body gives you a crystal clear view of your energy body, and right now in reaction to Katsukis energy your energy body is filled with pink and red tension vibrating so intensely you feel like you will blow up any second now. You’re horny. Quickly you set up a space inside his subconscious with more chants and summon his energy body. He is even more beautiful, standing there in that fiery landscape exuding mars energy but way stronger. Trembling as you walk towards him you tell yourself it’ll be fine, and grab his hair to kiss him.

Something deep inside you tells you that this is wrong, Katsukis energy body may be kissing you back but not out of free will. He is just not lucid in his own dream and you know it, your intuition is practically screaming at you. You suppress your intuition and morals and whatever else is screaming at you to stop. Just as you’re about to push your tongue in, a hand grabs you by the neck. He seems to be waking up in his dream, the energy in the space you’re in shifts into a darker one. If you had a heart right now it would have dropped ten times, your spell can NOT backfire it just can NOT. Too late, he is fully awake and lucid. “Fuck.”

Katsuki glares at you. “Hm, you don’t seem like the other dream extras. Who the hell are you?”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare back. It stings a bit hearing your crush say who the hell are you, but he never noticed you. How would he. You’re just another extra to him.

Those crimson eyes are staring deep into your soul. He loosens his grip on your throat, realising it’s not causing any harm to you or getting a reaction from you. Another reason he suspected you weren’t just another extra from his dream.

“So why the hell are you in my dream, I know you’re not supposed to be here. You’re different” he says while still inspecting you.

“I must have come here by mistake” you say in the least convincing tone. It seems to upset him, he glares at you and tells you that you can’t lie to him in his own dream. “I’m sorry” you blurt out, looking up at him with sorry eyes and a pout. Determined to get out of this without him knowing who you are, you try to use your witch powers to appear as you’re not lying when you are. He flips you over, suddenly the entire space changes into a room. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, with you laying on your stomach on his lap. He slaps your ass with no warning. “What a nice piece of ass, are you this hot in real life too?” You squirm under him, he keeps on slapping it. At first it made you squirm and had you pushing your face into the mattress from pleasure, though after a while it shook you to your core. He hit so much your glamor spell fell apart. He lifts you on his lap, with you straddling him. His crimson eyes were staring right through you again, you’re so lost you don’t even realise your glamor spell broke. “I got you now” is the last thing you heard before you wake up back in your body panting from anxiety. “FUUUCK” you screamed. You had one fucking plan and now it’s ruined. His last words still haunt you. You spent the next three days constantly on edge, even calling in sick to classes. Your teacher said she’d send someone from your class to hand you the homework you had missed. You’re relieved, you email your teacher again calling in sick for the upcoming two days as well. You were really shaken up from that experience.

*knock knock knock*

“That must be one of my classmates bringing the homework” you were thinking as you walked towards the door. You are speechless when you open the door to see no one else but the one and only: Katsuki. With him he has another hot guy, red headed, tall and muscular arms. Bakugo walks in like he owns the place and Kirishima follows after with a pretty smile, you almost can’t help but to not mind him barging in. “You can leave my homework on the nightstand and leave. Thank you” you manage to get out without your voice shaking or breaking. Katsuki walks over to you, inspecting your exactly like he did in the dream. He had already found out it’s you but he wanted to slowly torture you by pretending he was about to find out. The tension is killing you, you’re hot and bothered and dripping. Katsuki gets even closer on purpose knowing you’re turned on, this time grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. “W-what the fuck are you doing” you yell at him. He drags you over to your bed, sits on the end and has you straddling him. Essentially he recreates the scenario from his dream, looks into your eyes again and says “I told you I got you. Do you think that lowly of me? That I wouldn’t be able to figure you out?” He locks you in with both his arms now, you’re confused on what’s happening. He looks at Kirishima and goes “quickly get all the proof you can” and just as you’re about to scream he lifts your shirt up and gags you with it. You’re still loud so he puts his big palm on your mouth, threatening to put something bigger in there if you don’t shut up. You look at him with wide eyes, he looks back at you calmly and says “my friend Kirishima here is just going through your stuff to find proof of you using your quirk on me a few days ago, don’t mind him. I really don’t appreciate you invading my privacy like that, and especially not for such a slutty reason.” He places a finger on your clit and starts slowly and painfully circling it, knowing you want more because of how desperately you grind against his finger. “When we find proof, we are showing the principal.” He said coldly. That’s definitely going to get you kicked out of the school, it’s one of the top rules you shouldn’t break. You think back to your tarot reading and how the tower card had come out, this really is a tower moment. You sob, what would your parents say after you got kicked out from the number one college in the country? After pushing yourself so hard…

“However there is something you can do for us and maybe we won’t turn you in” Katsuki says with a sly look on his face. “If I let my hand off your mouth, will you promise to not scream or make a scene?” You nod eagerly, with glistening eyes ready to cry out any minute. “Alright”

You take a deep breath. “Katsuki, I’ll do anything..”

“Get off my lap and get on your knees y/n” he commands and you get on them instantly. Your spell may not have worked properly in the love department yet but you’re getting some of what you wanted and this is a good start, you feel so warm and tingly. There is a chance to be his after all. While you’re pulling his pants and boxers down he makes sure Kirishima got all the evidence he needed from your journal and the chants you had written down with Katsuki’s, name incase you’d back out later during sex. Kirishima gives him a thumbs up. “Now let the real fun start” he thinks as he signals for Kirishima to lock your door.

Katsuki has a big dick, it’s exactly as your tarot cards had told you. Thick and veiny too. You admit it was not ethical to use your quirk to find out what your crushes dick was like, but it was just one time. You lick his tip while massaging his balls with one hand and holding his thick veiny member with the other. You are loving his facial expression and the little sound he made, you slowly put the tip in your mouth and take it in deeper every time you bop your head. Katsuki grabs your hair lightly and makes you look at him. “Y/n if you don’t want me to tell the principal, you have to make my friend here happy too” he says as he points at a very hard and shirtless Kirishima sitting next to him. They both tower over you, making you more wet. The power imbalance makes your heart race, it makes your heartbeat faster especially the one between your legs. “Can you do that cutie?” Kirishima asks with a smile. You nod eagerly.

Katsuki and Kirishima are both standing up now, you put your attention on unbuckling Kirishimas belt but Katsuki lacks so much patience he rams his cock into your mouth unexpectedly. “Keep sucking while you jerk him off.” he commands. Katsuki is so big your jaw is already starting to feel something, it makes you hazy. You finally get Kirishimas dick out, It’s a bit longer than Katsukis but not as thick. You start jerking him off, the hottest moans you’ve ever heard are leaving his mouth and it makes you so fucking wet. You want Katsuki to cum in your mouth so bad, you’ve prepared chants to say in your head when you have sexual encounters with him for ages and now it’s finally happening. The chants are meant to trap his energy and make him attached to you, and the book advised sex is the best option for that as the persons subconscious is easier to influence. You look deep into his crimson eyes, not realising you’re using your quirk to send direct telepathy to him. “Come on, cum in my pretty little mouth. Give me all your fucking cum, give me your energy” are those exact words you sent. He was liking it until he heard the energy part and when realised you were still using your quirk on him, he slapped you in the face and started thrusting into your mouth quicker while cussing at you. This just made you more wet, but you were getting needy. Your pussy needed something inside it now. You start grinding against Katsukis leg while you were jerking Kirishima off. Your arm was hurting so much from it but the pleasure from grinding on katsukis leg mixed with the pain felt like pure ecstasy.

30 minutes pass

You’re still grinding, your hand movements are slower than ever and you’re barely focused on sucking katsuki off anymore. These guys have insane stamina compared to other guys you’ve been, they’d cum in 5 minutes from blowjobs or handjobs but these two won’t even budge.

Katsuki takes his dick out of your mouth taking a good look at you, your puffy lips, the way you’re grinding on him so desperately, the way your face looks so beautiful and fucked out already. “She’s like a bitch in heat” he says to Kirishima, they’re both looking down on you. “Alright since you’re acting like one, I’ll treat you like one. Come sit on my lap” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed again.

You’re straddling him now, with Kirishima next to him. They’re smiling about whatever they’re planning to do to you, it makes you nervous. Your intuition is telling you to get the fuck away from these men, their intentions are anything but pure. “Look Katsuki, she’s getting nervous” Kirishima laughs. “It’s okay baby we won’t do anything bad to you? Right Katsuki? Just gonna have some fun that’s all.” His tone and smirk that follows after makes it worse.

All your clothes come off…

Katsuki grabs your hips and doesn’t let you move them, he is so strong you genuinely can’t move it’s like you’re stuck. His veiny arms look so good holding you like this, his fingertips painfully digging into your hips reminds you of the marks it’s going to leave on you the day after. You’re more than sure he is bruising you.

He lifts your hips up a little and tells you to stay like that, now using his now free hands to position his tip at your entrance. He teases your hole with his tip, you’re so wet your leaking all over his tip. All the teasing is causing you to moan. It feels so good, pushing back all the fears and warnings your intuition sent you about these two guys. Katsuki doesn’t put it in, not even you’re desperate, dripping more than before. “Katsuki please” you whine. “I want it, please I need it so bad.”

“You do? I don’t hear you begging enough slut. I don’t think you want it that badly”

The word slut makes your heart flutter. “No I do. I want it so bad. Please stretch me with your cock, pretty please Katsuki!!”

He shoves you down his dick with no mercy, it nearly knocks the wind out of you. Loud moans leave your mouth, as he continues to move you up and down his dick. Your pussy struggles to adjust to his size but he doesn’t really care, forcing you to take his whole size over and over again as he moves you up and down. Your legs shake and squirm every time you come down on his dick, almost closing your legs from the intensity. It’s too much you just want him to slow down for a second and let you breathe.

you managed to get out a meek “please” “a- kat-Katsuki” as you gasp for air from the constant brutal pace.

“Stop trying to close your legs whore. Kirishima get back there and hold her legs open for me. And prepare her while you do so.”

Katsuki finally slows down, you’re panting at this point. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down closer to him so your ass is up. You’re so confused to why you’re like this, you feel something enter your ass sending shockwaves in your body. It’s Kirishima’s finger.

you’re just about to scream but Katsuki quickly covers your mouth telling you to be quiet. Kirishima doesn’t give a fuck about your reactions though he keeps a steady pace fingering your pretty ass. Your pussy clenches a bit extra around Katsuki every time Kirishimas finger goes inside you. “Bro she’s dripping all over you” he says to Bakugo. “Add another finger and see if the bitch squirts” Katsuki says while he locks you in his arm harder ensuring you don’t move around. He looks into your eyes and says “I want you to take it in the ass like a good slut, ya hear? In a few minutes he’s gonna put his cock in your ass so you better relax and make the most out of this. It’s all the prep you’re getting.”

2 fingers later..

“Keep holding her down Katsuki” kirishima says as he slowly pushes the tip on your asshole, not really pushing it in fully just teasing. Katsuki holds you down real tight, you feel like an object. His hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, his other arm locking you down to keep you still for his friend yet your pussy is drenched. When Kirishima puts his whole length into you at once, you’re glad Katsuki is holding you down like the world depends on it because you want to run away. You’ve never had two in you and there’s just too much at once, none of them are even moving inside you right now and yet you have your face buried in Katsuki, sobbing and whimpering. Kirishima bends down on you and whispers “you’re taking this so well cutie, your ass is so tight and nice too. Be a good girl and relax, I promise it’ll be good, just relax” ear. He pats your head while talking in your ear and it relaxes you a bit, you manage to get out a weak “p-please go easy. I feel so full.”

Kirishima chuckles.

Katsuki knows his friend won’t actually go easy on your ass, he grabs your head and starts making out with you as Kirishima rams your ass at an unforgiving speed. You’re crying and moaning into Katsukis mouth, it’s so intense your whole body is shaking but kissing Katsuki helps distract you. Katsuki whispers “Good girl” in your ear and starts thrusting into your pussy. All you’re getting out are incoherent sentences and sounds, two dicks at once is way past your limit.

“Kirishima lets lift her up, I can’t fuck her as hard like this.”

You’re lifted now, sandwiched between them in the air. Their paces are intense, not giving any of your holes a break. Their rythm matches so every time they bottom out in your holes, they do it at the same time making you feel like you’re going to break in half any minute. Katsukis dickprint literally shows on your stomach, when he notices it he pushes on it causing you to cry out.

*knock knock*

“Y/n are you there? I brought your homework. The teacher said you were sick are you alright?”

Shit. The homework. You look at Katsuki and Kirishima with panic in your eyes, begging them to not move around inside you right now. “Alright we won’t move around inside you” Katsuki says with a smirk.

*knock knock* “hello Y/n? I heard something I’m pretty sure you’re in there. Is everything alright?”

Katsuki starts playing with your clit, making it very hard for you to stay quiet. He smirks at you, he did do as you say after all. He is not moving inside you.

Just having them inside you like this, not moving is still not enough. Every time you breathe you’re feeling both their huge cocks filling you in, whilst you’re stuck in the air sandwiched between them. It turns you on so much being like this right now, on top of that Katsuki playing with your clit doesn’t help one bit. Kirishima whispers nasty things in your ear as Katsuki brings you closer and closer to an orgasm. You’re so lost in his voice, lost in the pleasure Katsuki is giving you that you forget about who is behind the door for a second.

“Please” you whimper.

Katsuki smiles at you. “Please what? Use your words little whore”

“Please” you look at both of them, “please make me cum. I’m so close”

“What do you say Kirishima? Do we make this little whore cum on our dicks? Has she been good enough to deserve that privilege?”

“I think she has, she took anal pretty well” Kirishima says and starts kissing and biting your neck, as Katsuki continues playing with your clit. You feel the orgasm coming, you are unaware of how you’re grinding and bouncing on their dicks lost in the feeling. You let out a huge moan, crying, whimpering, and cussing all at once. This is heaven. You’re so loud, your classmate heard it all but you weren’t aware. Good dick does that to you.

“Oh y/n I had no idea you were busy sorry. I’ll return your homework another time.”

You’re off cloud nine and back to reality so quickly when you hear what your roommate outside your door just said. Shame and embarrassment washes over you, this can not be happening.

“You’re such a slut, did you forget to tell your classmate you’d be getting dicked down today ?? Wasting her time, having her walk all over to your room. Tsk” Katsuki says, knowing damn well this wasn’t helping you.

”I have an idea” Kirishima says. “You’re such a nice friend, you wouldn’t do that on purpose. Why don’t you call her and apologise.”

Before you can say no Katsuki already has your classmate on call, him and her are in the same PE class.

Classmate: Hi Bakugo!

Bakugo: Hey *classmates name*, I have someone here who would like a word with you.

Classmate: oh- alright!

Katsuki hands the phone over to you and just as you talk he starts fucking you, the only thing coming out of your mouth is whimpering and small moans. You’re pretty sure she can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making too every time Katsuki slams into you. You’re praying to god your classmate doesn’t recognise your voice.

Classmate: hello?? Y/n, is that you?

Crap. She recognised your voice.

Y/n: h-hey *classmates name*

Classmate: hi, Bakugo said you wanted to talk ?

Katsuki and Kirishima are pounding into you so hard, your voice is all shaky. You’re also very close to an orgasm, which is definitely not helping.

Y/n: so- I wanted to-

They both quickly flip you over on the bed, Kirishima continues fucking you in the ass doggystyle this time as Katsuki makes you jerk him off while on the phone.

Classmate: you wanted to what y/n? (Sounding almost annoyed now)

You’re explaining to your classmate you didn’t mean to not let anyone know you’d be busy, resulting in her wasting time coming over with your homework. Just as your classmate was about to accept your apology, Kirishima makes you squirt. It was so unexpected you moan into the phone. Your classmate ends the call with a “you’re disgusting you know that right? And you too Bakugo and whoever else is with you” and hangs up.

You’re beyond embarrassed but the guys just laugh, as if it’s the most hilarious thing ever. Even they got caught, well maybe not kirishima since she didn’t mention him but caught nonetheless.

“Cheer up bitch, he just made you squirt. How many guys have made you do that by fucking you in the ass?” You don’t know if katsuki is trying to make you feel better by saying that or embarrass you even more, it’s not helping at all.

Katsuki can’t hold it in anymore, Kirishima already filled your pretty ass with sticky white cum and Katsuki has his sights on that pretty face of yours. Your face is lovely he thinks but it would be a masterpiece with his cum all over it.

He cums on your face, Kirishima praises you for looking so gorgeous while taking Katsukis angry cumshot. “Such an ethereal angel, you took all of this so well.”

5 minutes later..

“Oh by the way y/n. Come to class tomorrow, sit all the way back with me and Kirishima. We have an idea on how to make class more fun”

“Katsuki I can’t, I called in sick already..”

“Let her be Katsuki, we will pass the principals office on our way back to my dorm anyways. Might as well make a visit with these very interesting notes form y/n.”

Katsuki smiles. “Yeah you’re right.”

“Wait no. I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Good”. Katsuki closes the door after that. You can’t believe how badly your spell backfired. You’re experiencing post nut clarity, and you’re realising what a piece of shit he is. Maybe you should’ve listened to your tarot cards, guides, intuition, etc…

proofread once when I was half asleep sorry for any mistakes 😵‍💫

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