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Izuku would classify himself as a superfan. He consumed the media; he bought the merch; he fawned over every detail. From the moment Dynamight made his debut, Izuku was in love. Fiery eyes that burned him to a crisp at first gaze through a news camera, muscles that could either hold him close or tear him apart, a deadly smirk that made Izuku cream his jeans.
In his ongoing obsession with the explosive hero, Izuku created a fan blog…more like a thirst blog. Every picture he could find ended up on the page where others who were just as feral over the devastatingly handsome blonde could come together. It started with official PR photos from galas, Dynamight dressed to the nines in a designer tux that showed off his powerful shoulders and trim waist in the most incredible way possible. That had been the first time Izuku shoved his hand down his pants and jerked off to the image of his favorite hero. He came embarrassingly quickly, but that had kicked off his addiction. He scoured the internet for more pictures. Shots from campaigns the hero had been involved in. His favorite was the Calvin Klein ad. Dynamight’s abs were on display, glistening with oil and a thin happy trail of soft blonde hair dipped below the waistband of a tight pair of boxer briefs that did not leave anything to the imagination. And Izuku knew he wasn’t the only one who fantasized about the hero. His blog proved that the majority of Japan was just as eager to be blasted across the country if it meant they could get their rocks off.
Then came the news clips. The ones following the aftermath of villain battles where Dynamight’s costume was shredded, his body smeared with blood and shining with sweat, a feral grin stretched across his face. Izuku swore he never came so hard as when the hero was beaten and bloodied. That fierce and frenzied gaze always sent heated jolts of electricity down his spine and overwhelming desire pooling in his gut. It had nearly been his most embarrassing moment when a breaking news story came on at the comic store Izuku worked at. He almost didn’t make it to the bathroom before his cock was at full hardness. Imagining that scarlet gaze consuming him, all it took was 60 seconds for him to turn into a quivering mess, sticky cum coating his fingers and dripping onto the ugly tiled floor.
But the peak of his obsession came when he learned how to splice clips together. Oh, he was done for when he slapped together his first edit, hearing Dynamight say the most obscene things. And honestly, it wasn’t even that difficult with how vulgar the blonde’s usual vocabulary was. With the hero consuming his thoughts daily, Izuku fed his obsession every way he could. So, when his favorite radio station was giving away free passes to the upcoming hero convention that included autograph tickets to meet Dynamight, he called every day. He missed the first three of five passes the station was giving away and Izuku thought he’d go insane. His boss hadn’t taken kindly to the freckled nerd calling while he was on shift. But on the fourth day, Izuku won. He actually won passes to meet Dynamight in person.
When the following week rolled around, the nerd was giddy with excitement. He was about to meet an absolute god of a man with the most body melting gaze. Oh god, Izuku couldn’t wait! He was pretty far back in line, but he knew it would only be a short time until he could finally stand in front of the gorgeous blonde. The nerd was practically vibrating out of his skin as he stepped up, but that was when the unexpected happened.
“Alright green bean, get the hell over here,” Dynamight demanded, voice gruff and gloved fingers beckoning him closer.
Izuku froze…instant boner. All that time spent getting off to images and clips of the hero had created some kind of Pavlovian Response in his brain, connecting the hero’s gruff voice with sexual stimulus. Oh shit! He could feel his face burning in embarrassment, heart rate picking up both from anxiety and horniness. And then scarlet eyes dropped to the obvious tent in his pants before flicking back to his horror-stricken freckled face.
“I’m so sorry,” Izuku squeaked, pulling his shirt over his crotch. “You’re just really hot.” God, he could smack himself. Why the hell did he say that?! Sweat beaded on the back of his neck as curious eyes watched him, trying to figure out why he was holding up the line. And then the hero waved over a security guard and an event staffer. Izuku groaned…his only chance to meet his favorite hero and he was about to get thrown out all because of his stupid dick.
“I need to take a break,” the hero grunted at the pair when they were close enough. “Pacify the crowd.”
“You got it, Dynamight,” the guard nodded while the staffer announced that the hero would return after a short break.
Izuku was amazed, then completely shocked when a wide hand wrapped around his wrist and dragged him off. Dynamight didn’t look much more pissed off than usual, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t about to blast the nerd into a million scorching pieces. Izuku bit his lip to keep the moan building in his throat from escaping. His dick twitched at the mere thought of the hero laying his hands on him - didn’t matter if the touch was violent or soft, it was still touch.
“Where are we going?” Izuku managed to ask as the hero led him toward a service door.
“Somewhere private,” he replied gruffly, sending an excited jolt down the nerd’s spine. They entered into a hallway used by staff. It was concrete everywhere, orange lights humming above. And then Dynamight let him go, swiveling to face him before dropping to his knees.
“What are you doing?” Izuku hissed when the hero made quick work of his zipper and yanked his jeans down to his ankles.
“You ask a lot of dumb questions,” the blonde sniffed, pulling his gloves off and tossing them aside. “The fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
Izuku didn’t get the chance to answer as all thoughts left his head the moment hot, calloused fingers wrapped around his aching cock. He threw his head back with a broken moan. “Fuck, I’ve got to be dreaming.” A second later he yelped as his inner thigh was pinched. His gaze snapped down to the grinning hero knelt before him.
“Not dreaming,” Dynamight huffed. “Fuck, look at you. Some scrawny nerd packing one of the prettiest dicks I’ve ever seen.” His lips pressed a kiss against the tip and Izuku shivered. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Izuku never obeyed so quickly, locking onto heady scarlet. Even when the heat of the hero’s mouth wrapped around him, tongue lapping at his slit, the nerd forced himself to not even blink. And when the blonde swallowed him whole the next second, nose nestling into coarse green hairs, it took everything in him to not cum then and there.
“This is the best day of my life,” Izuku breathed. “Dynamight is sucking my dick.” The hero huffed a laugh around the length in his mouth and pulled back only bob back down. His pupils were blown wide, pushing that fiery scarlet toward the edges of his eyes. A gentle pace was set, but within a minute freckled fingers tangled in blonde spikes. He thrusted his hips gently, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as his balls tightened and he felt himself hurtling toward the edge. When his eyes snapped closed, too overwhelmed and too close to focus on anything but his impending pleasure, the hero pulled off and gripped the base of his cock hard.
“Not yet,” Dynamight ordered, voice low and dripping with lust. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.”
“W-Wait for what?” Izuku asked, chest heaving.
“For you to fuck me,” the blonde said, rising and looking down at the freckled man. That feral smirk Izuku loved so much was pointed at him and seeing it firsthand was such an experience he swore if the hero wasn’t still blocking his orgasm he’d burst right then and there.
His cock was released gently, and the nerd let out a shaky breath. “Dynamight, you’re really sure-”
“It’s Katsuki,” the hero cut him off.
“Huh?”
“My name, dumbass. Call me Katsuki.”
“Oh okay,” Izuku nodded, swallowed hard as the hero shimmied his costume down his legs, revealing the rippling muscles beneath perfect creamy skin. “So pretty.”
“You think so?” Katsuki asked, pressing his hands against the wall, fingers splayed. He jutted his ass out and wiggled his hips enticingly. “Then get over here and finger me before I lose my fucking mind.”
Izuku scurried over as best he could with jeans pooled at his ankles and cock slapping at his thighs. His hands reached out first, massaging the smooth and pliant globes of the hero’s ass. Katsuki hummed and pushed back eagerly when his cheeks were spread.
“Do you have any lube?” Izuku asked.
Katsuki glared over his shoulder and huffed out, “You’ve got spit don’t you?”
“Uh, right,” the nerd nodded and spit on the hero’s crack, watching with erotic interest as his saliva dripped over Katsuki’s puckered entrance making that pretty pink hole flutter. His thumb smeared the spit and popped past the tight ring of muscle, earning him a pleased moan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” the hero breathed, head falling forward so all Izuku could see was the black and orange explosion fins attached to his mask. His thumb moved in and out, engulfed in Katsuki’s tight heat. If he didn’t work him open quickly he was going to cum on the floor from just the noises coming out of the blonde. Once he was two fingers deep, every so often brushing against that pleasure button nestled in the larger man’s velvety walls, Katsuki growled and slapped his hand away. “Fuck me now! If I’m not back in a few minutes someone will come looking for me.”
“Okay okay,” Izuku answered. He spit heavily into his hand and stroked his throbbing cock. He was still so on edge and it probably wouldn’t take long for him to blow his load. Katsuki was gorgeous and sexy and fuck his hole was so tight. As his head popped past the hero’s rim, they moaned simultaneously. Shaking hands gripped Katsuki’s hips and with little restraint, Izuku pressed forward until he was fully seated. With hot, silky walls milking his length, he pulled back until just the tip was stretching the hero’s hole and slammed home. The rough, deep pace was set, both of them panting and whining through each thrust. Izuku clenched his jaw so hard his teeth creaked. His pace picked up as he chased ecstasy. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, not yet,” Katsuki panted. “I’m so close. Please, I’m so close.” He spread his legs as far as his costume would allow and jutted his ass back further, back bowing in the most sinful posture Izuku had ever seen. And then the hero was grunting with each thrust, words unintelligible as the nerd’s thick cock rubbed against his prostate with each pass. “Yes, right there. Oh fuck. Harder, faster.”
“Shit, shit, I’m c-cumming,” Izuku moaned as he pounded into the blonde and the tension in his gut snapped. “Ka-Kats-Kacchan!” Hips pressed against Katsuki’s plush ass, the nerd came harder than ever, painting the insides of his obsession. Izuku was vaguely aware of the hero’s pleasured moan, his hole fluttering around his sensitive length. Exhausted and sated in a way pictures and clips never worked, the freckled man slumped against Katsuki.
“Fuck,” the blonde panted and stood from the wall, forcing Izuku’s rapidly softening cock to slip out. He began fixing himself, righting his costume and picking up his discarded gloves. “Well, it’s gonna be a bitch to finish these meet and greets with cum pooled in my cup and dripping out my ass.”
“Sorry,” Izuku said.
“The fuck you apologizing for?” Katsuki growled. “Pull your pants up before someone sees us.”
Izuku complied and had barely finished buttoning his jeans before his jaw was gripped, fingers squishing his cheeks and hot lips were pressed against his. He hummed and leaned into it, enjoying the feel of Katsuki’s tongue begging for entrance. The nerd gave it enthusiastically, feeling his cock twitch in renewed interest. But then it all stopped. Katsuki stepped back and let go of his face.
“Name,” the hero demanded.
“Midoriya Izuku,” he answered without a thought.
“Wait for me until after the convention,” Katsuki told him. “I’ll buy you dinner for a job well done and then maybe we can go back to my place for round two.”
Emerald eyes blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the words coming out of the man’s mouth. “I don’t understand.”
Scarlet eyes rolled in their sockets, an annoyed grimace on the hero’s angular face. “I want to see you again.”
“But why?” Izuku asked. And he really should have thought before he opened his mouth. He was asking stupid questions again. Maybe his brain was still scrambled from that mind blowing orgasm.
“I don’t know,” Katsuki shrugged, smirk pulling at his lips as he leaned into the nerd’s space. “Cause you’re really hot.” He let out a bark of a laugh at Izuku’s dumbfounded expression and turned on his heel, heading back toward the show floor. “See you later, Izuku,” Dynamight said, throwing a heated look over his shoulder before he disappeared,
Izuku slumped to the floor and took a shaky breath. His face hurt from the massive grin he was wearing. “I just had sex with Dynamight. And he wants to do it again.” He laughed, a short bubbling sound that turned into something manic and joyous. “I have the best life!”