Jul 30, 2025
late but here ! 瀬呂範太生誕祭2025
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late but here ! 瀬呂範太生誕祭2025
“KITTY KAT”
feat. PRO-HERO CELLOPHANE
“here kitty-kitty, here kitty-kitty,”
mdni cw: ummm fingering, bad language, no 'grown folk sex' bcos im 20 fuck yall, what else, running from it, praise ig, needy reader, soft dom sero, is it soft dom? idk man, teasing, he's so annoying, fem reader, black coded reader, umm idk its kinda dub-conish? bondage, improper use of quirks, he’s sooo greedy omg, some shit just writes itself.
wc: 1.6k
starting track...
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“what time you gonna be back?”
sero huffs out a quiet laugh, low into the receiver, shoulders dipping as he leans back against the brick wall outside the restaurant. the night air’s cool, city noise humming around him, neon from the sign above bleeding red across the pavement.
he can hear it. the pout. you’re doing a piss poor job of hiding it, trying to keep your voice level, but it’s there, soft around the edges, pulling at his heart strings.
“tchhh… i don’t know, babe,” he says, cigarette tucked between his lips, words curling around the smoke. “what time d’you want me back?”
on the other end, you huff, softly, tiredly, his poor baby.
he grins, slow, lazy, eyes half-lidded as he exhales a thin stream of smoke off to the side.
“i want you here now, han.”
yeah. there it is. his head tips back against the wall, a soft tsk leaving him like he’s annoyed, but his slick smile is still there, stuck at the corner of his mouth. because his girl, his pretty girl, is at home, asking for him like that.
you’re not usually like this. usually it’s sharp words, dry tone, acting like he’s just barely tolerable. always got something to say, always got him rolling his eyes and biting back a laugh.
this is new, and he likes it a little too much.
“now?” he repeats, teasing, quieter this time, voice low as he drags the cigarette from his mouth, tapping ash onto the pavement. “damn. didn’t know i was in such high demand.”
you make a small sound, somewhere between a groan and a complaint.
“don’t start,” you mutter. “you said you’d be back early.”
“i said i’d try,” he corrects, easy, like it’s nothing. but his gaze flicks toward the restaurant door anyway, where muffled laughter spills out every time it opens.
shoto’s thing, it's a big deal, and the first time they've all been together in almost two years.
he looks back down the street.
then back at the ground.
“…it’s just dinner, baby,” he adds, softer. “i’m not gone-gone.”
another pause. he can hear something shifting on your end, fabric, maybe you moving on the couch, or pacing, you do that when you’re thinking too hard.
“i know,” you say, but it’s quieter now. honest. “just—”
he frowns slightly, cigarette forgotten between his fingers. “just what?”
he can hear you exhale, he can almost see you bite down your ego and pluck up the courage to say, "i miss you."
god, his heart melts, and his cock twitches. you are so fucking cute, you don't even realise it. and he's a weak, weak man, it doesn't matter that he literally saw you this morning.
“yeah?” he murmurs, voice dropping, smoothing out just enough. “you miss me?”
he’s smiling like an idiot, full-on, but you’d never hear it in his tone. he knows better than to push it too far, knows you’d snap right back if he started sounding too pleased with himself.
there’s a small, irritated sound from you. you're probably rolling your eyes, you've probably got that half-disgusted scrunch on your face that he loves so much.
“don’t make it weird," your voice crackles through the phone, deadpan at his silence.
“i’m not,” he lies easily.
“you are.”
“a little,” he admits, softer.
the teasing edge dulling as he rubs the back of his neck, glancing down at the cigarette before dropping it and grinding it out under his shoe.
“alright,” he says, like he’s decided something mid-step. “i’m not staying long.”
you go quiet for a second.
“…you don’t have to—”
“i know,” he cuts in. “i want to.”
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“what, i leave you for a couple hours and this is what happens?”
three fingers stuffed into your sopping, quivering pussy, flexing, scissoring, in and out, and in and out, and in and out—
“nothing to say?”
what can you say? what can you do? other than drool into your pillow and quiver. other than arch your ass back into his palm and whine when he stops moving.
other than start pouting, again, “hann— why’d’you stop?”
fuck he loves this. he lives for this. because, again, you’re not normally like this. you love making his life hell, you love pushing his buttons and telling him how unfunny he is when he retaliates. you love frowning at him, and rolling your eyes, and muttering sarcastic shit under your breath.
so he savours these moments, the times where you crumble into his arms, or into his bed, and only he can pick you back up and put you together.
it inflates his ego so bad.
and his dick.
which he’s been ignoring for a while, and he’ll probably keep ignoring it for a little bit longer. i mean, how can he even focus on his own pleasure right now, not when his pretty girl is begging for his attention.
him and only him.
he wants to hear you say it again, call out his name, he wants that little “hanta, please,” on loop in his brain, again, and again, and again.
“where d’you think you’re going?”
because why are you running from it, feebly trying to shift yourself up the mattress. two big hands grab the underside of your thighs and pull you in, closer.
“thought you wanted me ‘here, right now’,” you hate when he does that, mocks your voice in that ridiculous high pitched manner that sounds nothing like you. “‘swear you said that, huh, baby, could’a sworn you were begging me to come home?”
your pussy replies for you, just squelch, squelch, squelch, god if you had any coherency, you’d be so embarrassed. but you’re so far gone, he knows it, so he doesn’t push for an answer.
instead he snickers, one of his hands placed on the small of your back, pushing your body further down into the mattress, practically holding you hostage, and the rough pads of his fingertips slowly caressing your inner walls.
“baby,” he snorts, swirling the digits, around and around, your poor abused clit, swollen, puffy. “stop tryna run, you wanted this, you wanted han t’come and make you a mess.”
“my girl’s soooo fucking filthy,” and he cages your body with his own so he can murmur directly into your ear, “listen to her, poor thing, she’s been thinking about me all day.”
god you hate him so much, you foot kicks out to try and get him to shut the fuck up, but those stupid fuckin’ hero instincts of his.
tape. the tape hero.
how could you forget.
you feel the familiar weight of it, the binding of his quirk, the underside of your calves suddenly feeling heavy and sticky.
asshole.
you haven’t forgotten yourself yet, “fuckin’ bastard,” you slur in between moans, as you weakly attempt to wiggle your trapped legs. “lemme go— lemme,”
“tch, not talkin’ t’you honey,” he’s delirious on the feeling of your warm syrupy walls clenching against his fingers, even tighter now that you can’t move, “m’talkin’ t’my poor baby down here.” punctuated by a wet smack to your clit that has your toes curling.
“she needs me right now,” he mouths at your shoulder, desperate to leave his mark on you, desperate for you to feel this tomorrow, to remember him when you go to work in the morning, “you’re not gonna deny her, are ya?”
you crane your neck back at his closeness, your soft pout returning, awh, how adorable, he caves easily, gifting you something that’s more claim than kiss.
his tongue making itself at home in your mouth, trying to hide his smirk as he nibbles on your lips.
he can’t help himself when you get like this.
especially when he knows that the weak attempts at escape are just for show, just so you can say later than you definitely weren’t into it, and what the fuck is he talking about.
always the way with you.
but you’ve gone quiet now that his tongue’s down your throat, invading your personal space. maybe this is what you wanted all along, him. crowding your body and clouding your senses.
god, it get’s him off.
how badly you want him, how much you need him.
and the fact that you can only get off with him here, the fact that your fingers don’t compare anymore, not after you’ve had a taste of his fingers, and his mouth, and his cock.
he might cum on principle alone.
might? he does.
with one limp hump, and a pathetic strangled groan that he desperately tries to swallow down. but it’s never felt so good.
he rides it out, through jitters and twitches, and fingers still pummelling your gummy pussy as he does so.
you feel it, the warmth spreading, through the fabric of his pants, all the way to the back of your bare thighs.
you would’ve started snickering, maybe made a cute little scathing remark as you are prone to, if not for the fact that he does quite literally everything in his power to distract you from the evidence of your effect on him.
his unoccupied hand snakes it’s way under your body so he can pitch your puffy nipples, his palm heavy as he grabs a handful of the soft flesh of your tit.
he doesn’t even let his mouth part from yours as he thumbs your clit, he leaves no space for you to comment, but i don’t think you would, even if you could.
not when you’re floating like this.
caught somewhere between space and time, where only he exists, only hanta, and his stupid, magical, fingers.
but even as he coos condescendingly when you finally squirt, and it gets all over his wrist, soaks his bedsheets, and the tingles spread all the way down to your toes, you know he’s not finished.
he still has to leave his mark deep inside his poor little pussy.
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sorry guys i have cellophane sleeping in my bed tnite and im NOT SHARING.
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Digging back into my roots
How they react to your praise during sex...
UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains
How would they react to your sweet words of praise during an intimate moment? All characters are aged up.
Featuring Aged Up: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Denki Kaminari, Mirio Togata, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, Mashirao Ojiro
Bold - Hanta Sero
Hanta Sero x Fem! Reader, introvert! reader, just friends, tension, making out, friends to lovers, petnames (pretty girl, ma), short(er)! reader.
Timeskip Sero…
What a man.
❥・Hanta Sero — binding touch (nsfw)
❥・tags: nsfw, hanta sero blurb, established relationship, bondage (his tape), dry humping, praise, implied oral (reader recieving implied), super soft i love this man bad, gn!reader, gn!nicknames (baby), no use of y/n
❥・word count: 575
Hanta Sero is a chill guy.
He’s down for anything.
So why hasn't he tried bondage with his tape before?
He was happy when you suggested something new for your intimate time, albeit a bit surprised.
You'd never once mentioned being into any sort of bondage, whether it be handcuffs, ropes, or ribbons. Neither did he; he’d never considered bondage as something he’d enjoy.
Tape? That’s a different story.
He knows tape.
“Look at you,” he exhales quietly, large hands rubbing up and down your arms and shoulders.
You’re straddling his thigh, wrists bound together behind you with two layers of his tape. Both of you, shirtless, though still in your bottoms.
He likes this part.
Foreplay that’s simply you riling yourself up, and all he has to do is sit back and watch.
And tease, just a bit.
He presses light kisses on your neck, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes and that smile that's far less sleazy than the one he normally wears.
It’s soft. Quiet, for you.
“So needy,” he teases quietly, tongue darting out to lick your skin. A shiver travels up your spine.
“Not too tight, right?” he mumbles softly, leaning upward to steal another kiss from your pouting lips, referring to the tape wrapped around your wrists.
You shake your head, chasing after his lips when he parts.
“So… so needy. And. And you’re mine,” he exhales softly, hands dropping to your hips.
You whine quietly, nodding.
“I’m- I’m yours. I’m all yours, Hanta,” you breathe, breath shallow as he guides your hips to grind down harder on his thigh.
“That’s it,” he hums softly, burying his face into your neck again.
“Grind my leg, baby. Get whatever you need out of me,” he mumbles into your neck between kisses against the skin.
You whine again, and he perks up at the slight pace change in your hips.
“Getting close?” he smiles against your skin as he kisses on your neck. Your shoulder. Your jaw. Your chest. Your lips.
“Mhm,” you hum softly.
“C’mon, baby. Be good for me, yeah? Cum in your pants for Hanta,” he whispers against your lips.
“Hanta, please,” you gasp.
His hands press firmer on your hips, helping you maintain a quicker pace.
“Please, what?” he mumbles, pulling back to stare at your face.
“Use your words, baby. Or I can't give you what you want,” he teases, smiling, with that sleazy smile of his.
“Han… plea- please help me cum,” you whimper softly, face skewing as you hold back another breathy gasp.
“There it is. Was that so hard?” he hums, smiling as you rut against his leg faster.
Scratch what he said before. This was his favorite part.
He likes seeing you unravel. The way your mouth hangs open and the way you tremble. He likes knowing he’s the cause of your pleasure.
Your orgasm follows soon after, practically collapsing into him as your fluids wet your pant fabric, as well as his.
He huffs a soft laugh at the feeling, kissing you deeply.
“I’ll help you clean up,” he whispers against your lips.
This is his favorite part.
There’s nothing more he wants from you than to dive between your legs and make you cum one too many times for you to handle, and then a few more times.
He shifts you onto your back and slips your bottoms off.
Hanta Sero will make sure he gets every last drop.
❥・a/n: apology fic as promised :3 i love sero so bad .. also half cliche fic bc who hasnt thought of sero being a bondage dispenser hello .. anywayss love yall and stay safe !! <3
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