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The studio lights were blinding, but prohero Dynamight always thrived under them. He sat sprawled in the sleek black chair, legs spread wide, arms crossed over his broad chest. The interviewer, a polished woman in her thirties with a sharp smile, leaned forward eagerly.
He had reluctantly agreed to this interview on his PR team’s insistence, saying he needs to interact with the media more.
“Your latest ranking jump has everyone talking. How does it feel to be consistently sitting in the top five heroes now?”
Katsuki smirked, fangs flashing. “Tch. Feels like exactly what I deserve. I’ve been the best since I started. The numbers are just finally catching up.”
The interviewer laughed lightly. “Confidence looks good on you. Speaking of which, you won this year’s title of ‘Hottest Prohero’! Was there any change in your routine that you think led to this?”
He shrugged one shoulder, “Training my ass off like always. I’m always pushing myself harder, I guess it made me look more attractive. Simple as that.”
The woman’s eyes sparkled, she tilted her head with a playful grin. “Alright, we have to ask, your fans are dying to know. Is there someone special in your life? You’re such a handsome, charismatic man. I’m sure you have ladies lined up for you… maybe even a few men?”
Katsuki barked out a laugh, leaning back further with that signature arrogant tilt to his chin. “Hah! You’re not wrong of course. I could have whoever the fuck I want. But I’m not here to play house or waste time on that shit right now. My focus is on heroism. Everything else is secondary. Don’t have time for distractions.”
The interviewer beamed. “A true hero through and through! Thank you so much, Dynamight-”
The segment wrapped with more applause, but Katsuki was already mentally checked out, itching to get home to his boyfriend.
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The apartment door slammed shut harder than necessary. Bakugo kicked off his boots, already scowling at the familiar sound of the TV playing back the interview on loop.
Izuku was lounging on the couch, looking far too innocent for the sharp glint in his eyes. The replay had just reached the last question.
Katsuki paused in the doorway. “The fuck are you watching that for, nerd?”
Izuku’s smile was soft but Katsuki felt shivers down his spine anyway. He patted his thigh. “Come here, Kacchan.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue but obeyed, stalking over. The second he was close enough, Izuku’s hand shot out, grabbed his hips, and yanked him down into his lap, chest to chest. His strong arms wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.
“Kacchan,” Izuku murmured, voice low and sweet against his ear, “you looked so good out there. So big and cocky… telling everyone how you could have anyone you want.” His fingers slipped under Katsuki’s shirt, tracing slow circles up his spine. “Did it feel good? Acting like such a macho man in front of all those cameras? Bragging about how no one can distract the great Dynamight?”
Katsuki’s face burned. He tried to pull back, but Izuku’s grip tightened, one hand sliding down to firmly grip his ass.
“Shut up,” Katsuki growled, but there was already a hitch in his breath. “I was just saying what they expect. Keeps the extras off my back.”
Izuku hummed, amused. He rolled his hips up slowly, letting Katsuki feel exactly how hard he already was. “Mmm. You were so convincing. ‘I could have whoever the fuck I want.’ Everyone probably jerked off to the idea of you pinning them down and fucking them stupid.” His lips brushed Katsuki’s neck, then teeth grazed the skin. “When in reality…”
Izuku’s voice dropped into that perfect teasing register.
“Isn’t it funny, Kacchan? People are out there theorizing who you’re fucking… when all you can do is take it like a whore.” He squeezed Katsuki’s ass harder, pulling his cheeks apart through his pants. “It’s what you were born to do, right?”
Katsuki let out a choked sound. His cock was already straining against his pants, pressed against Izuku’s stomach. He grabbed fistfuls of Izuku’s shirt, hips twitching involuntarily.
“F-fuck you!”
“No, Kacchan.” Izuku smiled against his throat, then bit down just hard enough to sting. “I’m the one who’s gonna fuck you tonight. As usual. Until you’re crying and begging and forgetting every cocky word you said on TV. Now be good and tell me how wet you already are for it.”
Katsuki’s breath hitched, hips jerking forward. “I’m not…ngh fuck, I’m not wet, you shitty nerd-”
Izuku chuckled lowly. One hand shoved into Katsuki’s pants and wrapped around his already leaking cock. “Liar. Your little cocklet is dripping already.” He pulled it out, letting it twitch pathetically in the open air. “So tiny and cute. Look at it… barely enough to fill my palm.”
Katsuki’s face burned crimson. “Shut the fuck up-”
Izuku flicked the sensitive head sharply with his middle finger. Once. Twice. On the third flick, Katsuki’s whole body jerked hard, a choked cry escaping him as he came suddenly, weak spurts dribbling over Izuku’s fingers.
“Not even five minutes,” Izuku murmured, voice sweet and mocking. “You came just from a few flicks to your pathetic little cocklet. I wish your fans could see their big strong Dynamight right now… creaming himself from something so small.”
Katsuki panted harshly, still twitching. “Bastard… I hate you.”
“You love it.” Izuku kissed his jaw tenderly before shoving Katsuki’s pants further down. He manhandled him so Katsuki was properly straddling one thick, muscled thigh. “Ride it, Kacchan. Use my thigh like the needy whore you are.”
Katsuki snarled but started grinding down, sliding his slick little cocklet against the firm muscle. Izuku yanked his shirt up, exposing his chest, and latched onto one nipple with wet, hungry sucks. He bit and licked, alternating attention between both tits while his hands played with the other.
“Look how pretty you are like this,” Izuku whispered against his chest, voice dark with arousal. “All flushed and needy. No one else gets to see this side of you. Not the fans, not the reporters, not your stupid fanclub who think you’re railing someone every night.” He twisted a nipple cruelly, making the blond whimper. “Only me. Because you’re mine. My whore. Say it.”
“F-fuck… I’m not-”
Izuku flexed his thigh and twisted harder. “Say it.”
Katsuki’s head fell back, his second orgasm crashing over him faster than the first. He came again with a guttural moan, painting Izuku’s thigh and his own stomach. His body shook, but Izuku still didn’t let up, milking every last drop..
“Fuck…Izuku, ah!” Katsuki’s head fell back, moans getting louder as Izuku sucked harder on his chest, leaving red marks. The friction from his thigh combined with the relentless attention to his sensitive nipples pushed him over fast. He came again with a broken whimper, making a mess on Izuku’s thigh.
“Good boy,” Izuku praised softly, still mouthing at his chest. “Riding my thigh and letting me suck your tits like this… so fucking pretty when you fall apart.”
Katsuki was shaking, oversensitive and flushed all the way down his chest. But Izuku wasn’t done. He shifted them so Katsuki was still in his lap but leaning back against the couch arm. Two thick fingers pressed against his hole, already slick from his earlier spend.
“Third one with your cocklet untouched,” Izuku said, voice low and commanding as he pushed both fingers in deep. “I want to watch you come just from my fingers in your ass.”
He curled them expertly, hitting his prostate immediately. Katsuki keened, hips bucking wildly as Izuku finger-fucked him hard and fast. The TV was still playing the interview in the background, Katsuki’s own arrogant voice echoing through the living room.
Izuku’s eyes gleamed. “Hear that? That’s the mighty Dynamight telling the world he doesn’t have time for distractions.” He leaned in, lips brushing Katsuki’s ear. “I wish your fans could see you now. Tiny cock leaking all over yourself, humping my fingers like a desperate slut on the couch.”
“Too bad no one else gets to see you like this though,” Izuku growled, scissoring his fingers and pressing relentlessly against his prostate. “Only me. Because you’re mine. My pretty little whore with a tiny cocklet and a greedy hole that was made to take me.” He leaned in, sucking another bruise onto Katsuki’s neck.
Katsuki came for the third time with a sob, his untouched cocklet twitching uselessly as he clenched hard around Izuku’s fingers, spilling weakly over his own stomach.
Izuku kept fingering him through it, slow and deep, until Katsuki was whimpering and twitching with every brush against his prostate.
“That’s it… my perfect Kacchan.” Izuku finally eased his fingers out and pulled the trembling man against his chest, stroking his back. “So good for me.”
Katsuki slumped boneless against him, breathing ragged, face hidden in Izuku’s neck.
Izuku held Katsuki close for a few more moments, letting him catch his breath while his fingers idly traced the mess on his stomach. “Come on, Kacchan. Bedroom. I want you properly.”
Katsuki grumbled something weak and incoherent, but he let Izuku scoop him up like he weighed nothing. By the time they reached the bedroom, Katsuki was already half-hard again despite the three orgasms.
Izuku kicked the door shut and dropped him onto the bed, then dragged him right to the edge so they were both facing the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. He stripped the rest of Katsuki’s clothes off efficiently, then shoved his own sweats down, freeing his thick, heavy cock.
“Come sit on my cock,” Izuku ordered, voice low. “Eyes on the mirror.”
Katsuki obeyed with a flushed glare, positioning himself so he could see everything.
“Look at yourself,” Izuku murmured as Katsuki pushed himself down slowly, stretching himself open. “Look how pretty you are like this.”
Katsuki’s breath hitched as Izuku suddenly bottomed out in one smooth thrust. In the mirror he could see it all. His flushed face, chest covered in bite marks, tiny cocklet hanging half hard and useless between his legs, and Izuku’s bigger frame behind him, buried deep.
“Fuck… move, damn it-”
Izuku rolled his hips, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “Look at yourself now, Kacchan. Tiny little dick…pink, greedy hole swallowing my cock.” He reached around and flicked the small cocklet, making it twitch pathetically. “No one in their right mind would ever expect you to satisfy a woman with this. Or anyone, really. They’d laugh if they saw it.” Izuku pushed the blond forward on his knees as he gripped his hips and started thrusting with fervor.
Katsuki moaned brokenly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Shut up- ah!”
But Izuku didn’t. He tightened his grip on Katsuki’s hips, fucking him harder, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room.
“They all think you’re this big, dominant hero,” Izuku growled, a possessive edge sharpening his voice. “But you’re mine. My perfect little bitch.” He slammed in particularly deep, grinding against his prostate. “Say it.”
Katsuki’s arms trembled. “N-no-”
Izuku reached forward, grabbed a fistful of blond hair, and yanked his head up so he was forced to stare at their reflection. “Say it, Kacchan. Tell the mirror who you are.”
“I’m… I’m your bitch,” Katsuki gasped, voice cracking as pleasure punched through him.
“Louder.” Izuku’s thrusts turned punishing, one hand sliding down to rub teasing circles around the head of his cocklet without properly stroking it. “I want to hear you admit it while I fuck you.”
“I’m your bitch- fuck! I’m your bitch, Izuku!” Katsuki chanted, eyes glassy as he watched himself get railed in the mirror. His small cocklet bounced uselessly with every thrust, leaking steadily. “I’m your bitch… your whore… yours only..”
“That’s right.” Izuku’s voice was dark, satisfied, and fiercely possessive. He leaned over Katsuki’s back, biting his shoulder as he pounded into him. “No one else gets this. No one else gets to see you dripping and crying on my cock. No one else gets to fuck this tight hole or play with your cute little clit. Cause that’s just what it is, isn’t it? A clit just for your own pleasure.”
“Yes yes yes yes!”
“You’re mine to ruin. Mine to fill. Say it again.”
“I’m yours! Your bitch…ngh.. only yours- ah, fuck, right there-!”
Izuku finally adjusted the angle to hit his prostate directly. “Good boy. Come for me again. Show the mirror how easily my bitch falls apart.”
Katsuki came with a loud, broken cry, clenching hard around Izuku’s cock. Izuku fucked him through it, chasing his own release, and finally buried himself deep, filling Katsuki with hot pulses while groaning his name.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Izuku eventually pulled out gently and flipped Katsuki onto his back, crawling over him to kiss him slow and deep.
“Mine,” he whispered against his lips, soft now that the heat had peaked. “Always.”
“Yours.”
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A few days later, Izuku sat in a bright, cheerful studio for his own scheduled interview. He was dressed in his hero costume, looking every bit the approachable Number One hero with his soft smile and bright green eyes. The same polished interviewer from Katsuki’s segment leaned forward eagerly.
“Deku! Thank you for being here. Your rise has been nothing short of inspiring. How do you balance being the Symbol of Hope with such intense hero work?”
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh. “I just keep moving forward, one step at a time. I have a lot of people who support me. Friends, mentors, and… someone very important who keeps me grounded.”
The interviewer’s eyes lit up. “And who exactly is that important someone?”
Izuku tilted his head, green curls falling over his forehead as he gave a small, almost shy smile. “Let’s just say it’s someone I’m very serious about. He’s strong, beautiful, and perfect just the way he is. I’m lucky he lets me take care of him… even when he acts all tough in public.”
The interviewer blinked, clearly surprised by the “he.” The audience murmured excitedly.
“So… you’re in a relationship with a man?”
Izuku nodded without hesitation, “Yes. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s mine, and I’m his. That’s all that matters.”
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Katsuki was sprawled on the couch again, this time watching Izuku’s interview replay with a deep scowl and flushed cheeks. The moment Izuku said “he’s mine,” Katsuki threw a pillow at the screen.
“You fucking nerd,” he growled as soon as Izuku walked through the door. “You just had to say that shit on live TV?”
Izuku grinned, locking the door behind him before stalking over. He climbed onto the couch and caged Katsuki beneath him in one smooth motion.
“What? I was just being honest, Kacchan.” He leaned down, lips brushing Katsuki’s ear. “You are mine. My strong, beautiful, perfect little bitch.”
Katsuki’s breath hitched, face burning as Izuku’s hand slid down between his legs, palming him possessively.
“Should we watch it again?” Izuku whispered, already grinding slowly against him. “I want to hear you moan while you listen to me tell everyone you’re mine.”
Katsuki cursed under his breath, but his legs were already parting.
“Tch… fine. But only because you looked hot saying it, shitty nerd.”
Izuku laughed softly and kissed him deep. “That’s my good boy.”
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