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Izuku frowned at the box before him, "This is not what I ordered." Inside was supposed to be the new Red Riot Rocket, the...toy was supposed to be an exact replica of the hero's...equipment, during his unbreakable form. With a signature! Only 200 were going to be released. He worked hard to get an order in from Midnight's site! All that waiting to be sent completely the wrong toy!
He sighed and plucked it out to give it a look. Already formulating the customer complaint in his head. But his heart stopped as he looked it over. Puzzle pieces fell into place.
The toy was girthy and long, veins strained along the shaft to the bulbous prettily flushed head. It curved to the left slightly under it's own weight. But its beautiful looks isn't what had his blood rushing south. The heavy base was colored black with an orange x, and a tiny green bandolier of grenades.
He thought it a myth. A rumor cooked up by the thirstiest of thots...
His hands shook as he saw there on the bottom was an elaborately scripted KB, like a tattoo. He dropped it back on the bed with a gasp.
"Oooh, oooh! It has to be fake, there's no way!" He muttered as he paced. Then an idea struck him, "...unless...unless it's a prototype..." The shipping invoice was missing, so he couldn't confirm. It could be a prototype that was sent to by mistake. Or-or because he's such a loyal customer! After all he left reviews for all the other hero themed toys from the Top 10. So it could happen, right? Right. Well it was his duty to review the product then...he hoped.
"But is it weird?" He argued with himself. It was a replica of Dynamight's dick. Dynamight as in Bakugo Katsuki, as in his childhood friend and bully Kacchan...as in the first and only man for him to ever have a heartbreaking crush on. Looking at it felt almost like a betrayal. He hadn't seen Kacchan in person since middle school, but looking at the toy--which he prayed was a life size replica--he could imagine puberty was kind to him.
He glanced up at the Dynamight poster on the wall. Sure it'd probably been photo-shopped somewhat, but it was no secret that Kacchan was in simple words hot as hell. He had fan-clubs dedicated to his pecs and arms alone (they debated every third month on which was better). Was it wrong of him to have fantasies of Kacchan? The blond probably still hated him.
With all the blood pooled in his loins, he might not be thinking straight, but he could've sworn the wind whispered 'what he doesn't know won't hurt him'.
Izuku wrung his hands and whined. Finally he huffed and made his decision. Soon he'd stripped and sat on his bed examining the toy. It looked so realistic, he even imagined that it was warm in his hand. The silicon was pretty soft as he glided his hand up and down the shaft. He let himself fall into fantasy, oh maybe Kacchan stepped out of the poster? All steamy...and demanding...
"Fucking nerd, stroke it right!" He'd growl out and yank Izuku's hair a bit.
"Yes Kacchan!" The more he stroked the dildo the more he noticed how well made it was. Fake pre-cum even beaded at the top, he leaned forward and gave it a tentative lick. "Oh!" It tasted so close to the real thing, a touch on the sweet side. Maybe the company made the fake discharge sugary to go with Kacchan's quirk?
Regardless, he happily took the entire thing in his mouth. He needed to get it a bit slobbery after all, he didn't care for lube too much when he tested a toy. And if it was Kacchan's, he wanted to make sure it burned going in. He wiped some of the dribble from his chin, to reach behind himself.
The growling rasp of Dynamight was in his head again, "Mmm, fuck yeah, open that slutty ass up. I'm going stuff you full--don't stop sucking!"
Oh, Kacchan would be so mean! He'd probably face fuck Izuku, wouldn't he? So he got a little rougher with the toy, thrusting it further and further into his throat. He made sure to massage and suck on each pass.
"Fuck, finally found something you're good at, huh useless Deku?"
Tears beaded at his eyes as he forced a second finger in too soon, and he choked around the dildo. To his shock, the toy pulsed in his mouth, and as he pulled it back sweet & salty cum spilled out all over his tongue.
He swallowed it down and looked closer, "Oh wow!" He didn't realize they could make toys with internal cum tubes now. Maybe there's a way to open the base to reload it with the fake semen? This was going to be so much fun!
/**/
"Shit, left side Red!" He shouted, the concrete dust clinging to his skin as he blasted another piece of falling rubble.
"On it!" Shitty Hair shouted and charged forward to dive over a civilian. He hardened just in time for the window to shatter on his back, rather than the man. As the everything settled they could see that it was finally over. Some kid's quirk had manifested and it happened to knock over a building.
He and the other heroes swept the scene for more injured, rescue heroes were on their way for extracting those trapped, but so far there didn't seem to be any casualties. A pink skirt caught his eye, and he spotted a woman crumbled on the ground. He carefully turned her over, making sure to support her head and neck.
"This is Dynamight, we have a civilian near the south wall, unknown injuries--" He barked into the comms. She looked pretty beat up, but was starting to stir. "Hey-hey, stay still idiot."
Her eyes popped open, and a flash of light came from them. He hissed as it momentarily felt like his skin was on fire. She started panicking, "Oh-oh no! No! I'm sorry!"
He shook the feeling off and forced her to lie back down, "Stay! Paramedics are on their way, tell me if you feel any pain."
"I'm fine!" She coughed, "I only bumped my head. I'm worried about you!"
"Look lady, I'm the hero here. I deal with this shit every day. A fallen building's nothing."
The EMTs arrived and started assessing her. Despite protests, they rolled her onto a back brace to be safe. She grabbed his arm before he could slip away, "No my quirk activated on you! I'm sorry!"
"Alright, fuck, calm down." Great, another incident report. He hated these, always a pain in the ass. "What, am I going to turn purple?"
One of the paramedics giggled, probably remembering when that hit the news. The woman frowned, "No, I have a metaphysical quirk. Your deepest fantasy will become a reality."
/**/
"That doesn't sound too bad." Kirishima laughed in the locker room later.
"Nah, but it makes shit happen in the worst way sometimes." Like the woman who wanted money, only for her husband to die and leave her life insurance. Or the little boy who wanted a new dad after his left, and his mom crashed her car into her future 2nd husband.
"So...what is your 'deepest fantasy'?" Sero sauntered by, fresh out of the shower.
"Hell if I know." He grumbled. "Only ever wanted to be a hero, and here I am #4." He stripped the body of his costume and Pikachu squealed.
The idiot was pointing at Katsuki's crotch and of course everyone looked too. "Dude! You got a tattoo?!"
"Hah?!" He looked down. Right above his dick was a tattoo. He didn't have any tattoos. Especially not weird frilly heart things. "What the fuck?!"
The locker room echoed with laughter and explosions. Even more so when the damn thing wouldn't come off in the shower. He ended up adding it to the incident report. Shitty Hair gave him a pity pat on the back, knowing that Hawks was going to give him shit for it tomorrow.
Kaminari had death wish, "You know...it kinda looks like one of those succubus tattoos you see in porn, maybe Bakugo's going to get laid? You know clear the back up? Oooh is that why he's always pissy? Cause he can't jack it or--" Sero and Kirishima abandoned the smaller blond to his fate.
/**/
He tiredly leaned against the wall of the train, checking his phone and after work emails. He wore a face mask and hoodie, not wanting any fans to recognize him. An incoming text from shitty hair made him scoff, 'Bro let me know if you need anything alright?'
Katsuki just wanted to sleep. He didn't even know what his supposed 'deepest fantasy' was. Seriously, what kind of fucking quirk was that?
The train came to a stop, and he stayed in his spot, he'd get off at the next station. Several people bumped into him and he grumbled shifting further away. The train passengers swapped out and they were moving again.
Then someone touched him. On his dick.
"FUCK!" He shouted out and slapped at his crotch, but to his shock there wasn't anyone there groping him. In fact the civilians only cast him weird looks and moved further away.
Warmth pooled in his guts, as the phantom hand returned. Shit! What the fuck? It was coaxing his dick to full hardness. He crashed back into the wall when he felt what was distinctly a fucking tongue on the tip of his dick! He barely bit back a moan and quickly pulled his duffle bag in front of him. He did NOT want to end up in the tabloids sporting a hard on on the train.
He desperately looked around the cabin for the fuck using their quirk on him, but he saw no one even looking at him. "Shiiiit!" He hissed out low, a warm wetness had enveloped his dick completely. It had been too long since he'd gotten off, he felt close to bursting already. Fuck, maybe Pikachu was right, and that was his--Katsuki immediately got pissed at himself. There was no way this was his deepest fantasy, what the fuck?
He tightly balled his fists before his quirk could go off. It felt like someone was basically gargling his cock. He hated that this was the best fucking blow job of his goddamn life. Better than that frog chick in high school!
"Nng!" He managed to cover it as a cough. His hips involuntarily bucked forward, and the invisible throat around his cock spasmed. He had to bite down on his tongue when he came. He braced himself for the uncomfortable wet spot in his pants, but it never came. He was sure he came? Did he imagine it all?
The train bell tolled as they pulled into the station. His eyes went wide when he felt fingers on his dick again. He bull rushed his way out of the train. The moment he had clearance away from the crowds he blasted his way home. A tight heat clenched around the head of his straining cock just as he crashed onto his balcony.
/**/
Izuku hovered above the toy, just a little intimidated. Sure the Red Riot Rocket was going to be big, but he'd planned on working himself up to it.
"Cause you're nothing but a useless slut, Deku~" he imagined Kacchan saying. "Now sit on my fucking cock!"
"P-plus Ultra..." he whispered to himself before slowly sinking down. He whimpered at the initial resistance before the fat head popped past his tight hole. He gasped out, it was just the tip but he already felt overfull and stretched. He moaned loudly as he sank all the way down, "Mmmnf! Kacchan!"
He put a hand to his stomach and could feel the slight bump there. He giggled almost deliriously at it.
He smacked his own ass wishing it was sparking hands urging him to fucking move already. He rode the toy like a man possessed. Tilting his hips just right made the curve brush against his prostate. Thankfully his bedroom shared no walls with his neighbors; he'd die of embarrassment if they ever heard how he moaned for more like a wanton whore.
He braced himself with one hand on the headboard, the other twisting a nipple into submission. His thighs quivered from the strain. He fought the urge to touch his own dick. Kacchan would be mean and demand he get off from his cock alone. That pleasant heat flowing through him grew to an inferno and sank down to his loins. He slammed himself down one last time.
He practically bent himself over backwards as he came, screaming his release. His spend arched through the air and across his pillows. He'd pout about that later. For now though he fell to his side with a happy sigh. His body occasionally shivering from the aftershocks.
He decided he'd send in a glowing review...as soon as his legs worked again. But before the aftershocks stopped completely--the toy moved on its own!
"What-what?!" His eyes went wide as it pulled out slightly before plunging back in. Oversensitive as he was he cried out in pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! Fuck! Ooooh! NGH!" He was shown no mercy as it plundered his hole. He could only hold onto the edge of his bed and enjoy it. Soon the constant barrage had his body clamping down tight. Izuku's eyes rolled back as he came again. Distantly he felt the dildo throb and pulse, before warmth filled his channel. He whined a little when the cum forced the toy out of his hole, he wanted to imagine Kacchan spooning him.
He fell onto his back, panting for breath. The room was overly warm and smelt of sex despite him being alone. The dildo must've been made with a quirk, there's no way it'd move on it's own otherwise. He planned to email the company with an even shinier glowing review.
But the thought of quirks got his brain running. Does the quirk have a time limit? Maybe it only has so many charges a day? Will it eventually stop producing the cum and movements? Can the quirk be renewed if he paid?
He blushed at the last thought. 0kay so he'd need to test the toy a bit more...for science.
/**/
Katsuki smacked face first into the patio door, cutting his lip open again. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He scrambled for the latch as that tight, wet heat enveloped his cock. He ended up just blasting the lock and rushing to his bed room. He did not want a neighbor to see him cumming on the fucking balcony like some kind of pervert!
He ripped open his pants and looked down. That fucking tattoo was glowing, pulsating with each pass of whatever sat on his dick.
"Shii-ah! Ah!" He cried out in pleasure before he could stop himself.
His dick jumped and pulsed like he was in someone, but he could see that he was obviously alone. Trying to control himself as the sensations assailed him he grabbed his shaft, it was overly warm and sensitive but there wasn't even an invisible fucker there.
"Goddamn it!" He moaned and fell back in the sheets of his bed. He gripped the duvet for dear life as someone or something rode him.
He hated that it felt so right and so perfect for him! Like whomever's ass--not wet enough to be a pussy--had been made just for him. Fuck! He wanted to grab onto that person and feel more than just the death grip on his dick.
This was just a quirk, he could out last this. He decided he'd enjoy it, then track down the person who put it on him and maybe kill 'em. So he let his mind wander. Instead of air, he imagined pale skin, and a scrawny waist. Green curls would bounce with each rise and fall. The freckled twink would cry out to him in that whiny voice, "K-kacchan!" He'd bounce desperately on Katsuki's cock like the stupid little bunny he always was. Those green eyes would be glassy with unshed tears as he worked himself into frenzy. He'd wiggle and moan and--
The channel around him was spasming, clamping down. "Fuuu-ah-ck!" He howled. He was so close! Just a little more! But the lazy fuck using him had stopped, satisfied by their own orgasm maybe. Katsuki scowled at the ceiling then at his still erect cock, straining for release. It still felt like he was in someone...
"Fucker!" He growled out and snatched a pillow. He rolled over and straddled the thing. He gave a few thrusts and was pleased to feel that ass twitch around him. With a vicious grin he rolled his hips in earnest.
The nerd would probably cry, "Mnnf! Too-too much!" Oversensitive and too close to his last orgasm.
Katsuki would show no mercy, "Grr, fucking slut! This is what you get for cumming without permission."
He panted and moaned and he thrust against the pillow harder and harder. His bed frame banged into the wall, but he didn't give a shit. His rhythm started to falter as a rush pleasure shot up from his groin.
The unlucky-lucky shithead he fucked into started cumming again. His own orgasm crashed into him like the pavement, it rolled through him with no mercy. "NNngh! Take-take it fuckin--mrrmph--fucking Deku!" He bit down on another pillow wishing it was a certain twink's neck.
He was aware of his cock being milked dry. He grimaced as he rolled away, expecting a mess of cum on the pillow, but it was dry. That stupid tattoo also stopped glowing.
"Fucking quirk!" He snarled out. After the long day of hero work and two embarrassing orgasms. He was fucking exhausted. AND he had another long shift tomorrow. At least the fuck on the other end of the quirk seemed to be satisfied.
He tried to ignore that his imagination went to the usual twink he'd picture. That was an emotional can of worms he didn't want to open anytime soon. He did feel some guilt, Deku would probably never want to see him again after everything he'd done.
.
.
.
Apparently it was only a 'satisfied for now' type of situation. An hour later he dropped his water glass when the sensation of a mouth came back. He didn't last very long and scorched his counter tops as he came. Again the jizz magically vanished.
He was just falling asleep when the sensation of being stroked came back. He ashamedly whimpered through that watery orgasm. Katsuki didn't doubt his abilities to do an all night session but that was WHEN he was prepared and rested.
He was at a serious disadvantage here!
His explosive ringtone went off and he blearily glared at the text messages coming through.
Shitty hair: Yo man, know it's close to ur old man bed time, but u doing ok?
Me: fuck you sleep is important
Shitty hair: But are you doing ok?
Me: ...
...
don't fucking laugh
Shitty hair: nvr! what's wrong?!
did you turn purple again?
Me: ...
...feels like someone's using my dick as a dildo
Shitty hair: wait 4rl? that...sux? unless that's your deepest fantasy?
Me: why the FUCK would nutting on the train or 3 more times at home be my fucking fantasy?!!
It's embarrassing as fuck!
Katsuki frowned when for a slid five minutes Shitty Hair's side was just 'Shitty hair is typing'.
A new text came in from racoon eyes.
Pink bitch: why my man broken?
Attached was a video of shitty hair rolling on the floor, desperately gasping for breath around his laughter.
"Son of a bitch!"
/**/
Kirishima was apologetic at the agency the next day and took the blast to the face like a man. Katsuki's mood wasn't helped that he woke up to the hand stroking him again, this time though it seemed to only tease him to fullness several times before stopping. He was late to the agency since he needed to take care of himself first.
They did track down the civilian, and were able to get some more details. He had to be patient and wait for the quirk to run it's course. The universe was shifting or some shit, butterfly wings and all that to make his stupid fantasy become reality. Whatever the fuck that was! Because it sure as hell wasn't awkwardly hiding a boner from Kirishima at lunch.
"Bro you okay?"
"FINE! I'm fucking PEAchy!" Goddamn it, not the ass! Not that gloriously tight ass! This son of a bitch had no end to their libido! Katsuki himself had a pretty high one, but this was ridiculous!
Shitty Hair's eyes went wide, and he looked around them for witness. "Oh shit! Is it-is it happening right now?!"
He shot the other hero a withering glare before a particular squeeze had him stumbling into a wall. "Fuck!" He smacked a hand over his mouth to keep the moans from spilling out.
"Crap, sorry!" Kirishima at least turned his back and gave him space.
At least this one was a quickie and soon he was shuddering with release. He gasped and panted as he reeled from euphoria. He collapsed back on his ass, limbs like jelly.
Kirishima cleared his throat, "Umm, do you need to clean up or uh--"
Katsuki sighed, "No...fucking whatever this is takes care of it."
"That's uh...convenient."
"Fucking tell me about it. I'd have no clean pants left."
The other hero looked like he was thinking a moment, "Dude...I think you need to take leave until this quirk thing is over." He continued to cut off the impending explosion. "No! Listen! Seems like this really hits you hard man. What if it happens during a fight?"
"I--" shit, that hadn't occurred to him. He couldn't be knee deep in villains and suddenly fall over because the mystery pervert decided to slurp him down. He ran a hand down his face, "Fuuuck." His partner was right. He was a liability as it stands.
The red head patted his shoulder, "Just use some of those vacation days, HR will get off your back then. Focus on your merch. Oh hey! I think you're the last one of the top ten that hasn't had a product with Midnight's company yet. Maybe this quirk will provide some inspiration."
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He luckily made it home before another attack hit. Hawks approved his leave via email though he promised the teasing would be endless when he finally came back.
Now he angrily prepped dinner, waiting for the next 'attack'. Hopefully it would all end soon.
/**/
A week. An entire FUCKING WEEK he'd been trapped in his apartment subject to the most mind blowing orgasms he ever had in his life. But it was fucking with his sleep and workouts. He could see the bags under his eyes. Shit, if his junk was this popular, maybe he should contact Midnight and have a cast made of it.
He groaned seeing the media theorizing his absence. The most popular theory was a hidden injury. His rank was going to drop he just knew it.
His tablet beeped with an incoming email. He hoped it wasn't from his agent. The last one was trying to get him to a public event, and he did NOT want to cum in public again thank you.
It turned out to be an email from Midnight's adult toy company forwarded by the retired hero herself. His eyes slowly opened wider and wider as he read it. He dropped the tablet and scrambled for his phone. The bitch made him wait a few rings before answering.
"Oh! Katsuki-kun what a surprise." His old teacher, Midnight, purred.
"I need to know who wrote that review." He barked out.
"Really?" She chuckled, and fake pouted. "I thought it would convince you to put your name on something with me."
"It's connected to a quirk I got hit with." He tried to have some patience. "I can't go back into the field until it's gone."
He could almost hear her salivating, "A naughty quirk? Oh, Katsuki-kun, you naughty boy!"
"Oi! Head out of the gutter hag! Tell me you can find out who wrote the review!"
/**/
'Dear Midnight Creations Customer Service,
First I want to say I have been a loyal customer for years, as well as an active participant in the community forum (UserID: SmallMight_SizeQN). Recently I ordered the Limited Edition Signed Red Riot Rocket. I had initially been disappointed to find the wrong item had been delivered (see attached picture) as this was the first time anything like this happened.
While I would appreciate the proper item sent, I also wanted to include a review for the prototype Dynamight themed toy sent to me.
On the five whip system I would give they toy a 100 out of 5 if I could! I've tried numerous toys throughout the years and I can say this one blows them all out of the water.
The shaft colors are so realistic, I thought I was looking at the real thing! The base is the exact same orange and black shade used in Dynamight's summer costume (I thought those colors were licensed by the costume designer, but I assume Midnight Creations works that out with all legal entities in the background, and it's none of my business—sorry I'm rambling). The tiny grenade bandolier is too cute as well!
An internal cum tube is a brilliant idea! However, I couldn't figure out how to open the toy in order to refill it. Those sorts of directions should be added to the eventual product page. The fake cum is sweeter than real cum, but it's a nice surprise! Especially since Dynamight fans will know that the nitroglycerin of the hero's quirk would give off sweet scent. Although, his sweat isn't exactly nitroglycerin, but that's beside the point. Is there estimated number of times the toy can 'cum'? Will there be an option to refill it?
The only con I can think of is that there was no warning that this is a quirked toy. It was quite shocking to say the least when the toy moved on its own. Maybe offer a non-quirked version to those who want it? Also, what quirk was used? Is it a puppeteer quirk? Is there a limited amount of time for the quirk to stay active? Will it need to be renewed?
Thank you for the opportunity to review the new product! Midnight Creations has been my go to toy company for years and look forward to future products.
Thank you!
SmallMight_SizeQN
PS: I would still really like to have the Red Riot Rocket re-sent to the address listed in my account!'
/**/
Izuku fell back onto his sheets with a sigh. His legs burned pleasantly from his latest bout. Working as a freelance analyst gave him plenty of time to masturbate whenever the urge struck. Though he had to admit he may be getting addicted to the new toy.
Each day that went by without a response from the company just meant he needed to continue to experiment. At this point that might be an excuse to use it. His other toys stood no chance against the amazing Kacchan dildo. It was the only one to fill him just right and rubbed all the good spots in him.
But then the melancholy would hit. He'd think about how disgusted the real Kacchan would be of him. How angry he'd be that a quirkless nobody would dare get pleasure from his likeness. However! There was no way the hero would know, because he was a quirkless nobody. Just another username on Midnight's website, and there's no reason that heroes got information on customers. Why would they?
He buried the guilt back down, and cleaned himself up. He needed to finish the analysis currently on his desk. He was deep into researching skin biology when his doorbell rang. He startled and nearly knocked over his chair, especially when a banging on the door followed.
Izuku rushed to the door, not wanting his neighbors to complain. He swung it open without looking through the peephole. An intimidating figure towered over him. The man wore a hoodie, a hat hid his hair. A black face mask covered the lower half of his face, and shaded glasses obscured his eyes.
“Uh-umm, hello?” He had no idea who this man was that was staring down at him. The man had a sharp intake of breath, and stood perfectly still. No words came out. Izuku awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, “Can I help you?”
That seemed to snap the man out of whatever held him back, he cleared his throat, “Can I come in?” The voice was quiet, reserved. He couldn't help but feel he'd heard it before, but at the moment he couldn't place it.
Izuku's eyes furrowed, suspicions aroused. He was not in the habit of letting strangers into his home, thank you. That's how you got murdered! “Who are you? What's this about?”
In answer the man pulled a piece of paper out from his pocket and handed it over. Izuku unfolded it. His heart stopped when he recognized the text on the page. It was his review of the Dynamight prototype. His eyes went wide and mouth bobbed between the page and the man, “You—you're from Midnight's Creations.”
He nodded, and Izuku panicked. “Oh! I'm sorry! Come in!” He ushered the man in, who removed his shoes and seemed to be looking around the small apartment. “As I mentioned, I received the prototype by mistake.” He wrung his hands. “I-I know I should have contacted the company sooner, but-but as you can see I'm a,” He laughed self-deprecatingly, and gestured the endless hero merch around him, “a bit of a hero nut. And-and there's no Dynamight products like that out there! And he's my favorite hero! So-um, I couldn't-couldn't pass up the opportunity...” He slowly trailed off realizing how close the man was to him suddenly.
His back bumped against the wall, his heart beat loudly in his ears. The stranger leaned over him, caging him in with massive arms. “S-sir? You're a bit close.” He squeaked out and tried to push him back. His hands met solid muscle, and a heaving chest. “Sir?” He blinked up at the man.
The face mask was ripped off and lips smashed against his own. The hot mouth completely devoured him, giving him no chance for a breath. Teeth nipped and bit his lips with a growl, a tongue tangled with his, hot hands roved his body as the man moaned into the kiss. When they gripped hard into his ass, and the obvious hard on the man sported ground against his stomach, Izuku realized what was happening.
He ripped himself away with a cry and kneed the man hard between the legs. “Get off me!” He quickly grabbed up the bat he kept in the living room exactly for this purpose. The man was groaning, and rolling around, clutching at his crotch. A slew of growled curses were spat out around whimpers. “Get the hell out! Or-or I'll call the police!” He threatened, and brought the bat down on the man's broad shoulders.
He yelped and tried to roll away, but Izuku was able to clip him again. He aimed for the man's head this time, but it was caught and smoke smoldered from fingers burning into it. “Stop fucking hitting me Deku!”
His grip went lax hear that name, and the bat was ripped from his hands, tossed aside. The glasses and hat had fallen away. Looming now above him, was a man from his past he never thought he'd see again. Burning carmine eyes glared at him, and spiky blond hair glowed in the light like a halo.
“K-Kacchan?”
/**/
Midnight was unable to give him the name of the user that left the review. They apparently used VPNs and fake names or some shit. Apparently, sex toy buyers just didn't want to be identified easily. He understood, but still it was a pain in the ass.
They were able to give him the delivery address. Midnight's company had been confused by the review as they had no Dynamight toys, so explaining it was possible a quirk cleared things up. That convinced them to give him the address.
He had to duck into an alleyway on the way there. His dick was being abused again, he screamed into his hands when he came. His legs were a bit wobbly when he was finally on his way again.
The directions led him to an apartment building. He got some odd looks in the elevator. It made sense, seeing as he looked like some sort of criminal with his paparazzi disguise. He'd be mobbed by fans though if he didn't cover his trademark features.
He got to the apartment and rang the bell. Impatient as always he immediately started pounding on the door as well. He wanted to get this over with!
The door swung open, and a small voice called out, “Uh-umm, hello?” He had to look down and his heart stopped. Green curls, freckles, and the brightest green eyes to ever grace the earth. It was Deku. Fucking Deku! The years looked like they did him good, a healthy glow to his skin though he didn't get much taller than his middle school self...so tiny...so grab-able...
“Can I help you?”
He snapped out of the nostalgic haze he was in. He cleared his throat, “Can I come in?” This really wasn't a conversation to have in the hallway.
His cherub-like face scrunched up in confusion, and he eyed Katsuki up and down again. “Who are you? What's this about?”
Shit, right. He wore a disguise. He dug out the printout of the review Deku had submitted and handed it over. He wanted to laugh seeing those eyes blow wide and the pretty blush bloom across his cheeks. “You—you're from Midnight's Creations.” He nodded, and Deku panicked. “Oh! I'm sorry! Come in!”
He was ushered in quickly. Katsuki frowned at that, Deku was much too trusting. Then he looked around, it was like stepping back in time. He was a little boy again, visiting Deku with all the All Might crap in his bedroom. Though now it's spread to an entire apartment. He spotted some merch of his classmates, but was pleased to see quite a few items of his own lines dotted through the All Might collage.
“As I mentioned, I received the prototype by mistake.” Deku wrung his hands, “I-I know I should have contacted the company sooner, but-but as you can see I'm a,” He laughed self-deprecatingly, and gestured the endless hero merch around him, “a bit of a hero nut. And-and there's no Dynamight products like that out there! And he's my favorite hero!”
Katsuki couldn't help himself and advanced on the little nerd, who unconsciously stepped back into the wall. “So-um, I couldn't-couldn't pass up the opportunity...” He slowly trailed off and blinked up stupidly at Katsuki.
The hero wanted to kiss that expression off his face. His cock plumped up in his pants when the thought of painting those freckles with cum crossed his mind. He caged Deku in, knowing that twinks usually got hot for the kabedon shit. “S-sir? You're a bit close.” He squeaked out and tried to push him back. Little hands pressed into his chest, but there was no way he'd have the strength to push Katsuki away. The rush of power it gave him, like middle school all over again. “Sir?”
He couldn't stand it anymore. Deku was in front of him. Deku had been the one to use his cock like a personal toy day after day. Those plush pink lips called to him. He ripped off his face mask and smashed his lips against the nerd's.
The stars of the universe aligned, his skin was clear, and crops watered. Deku's mouth slotted perfectly with his, the little moans he made his cock jump. Their tongues danced in sync, and their hearts beat as one. He now understood what his deepest fantasy was: Deku. Reunited with Deku, holding him as his own. He needed to be closer. He felt like he'd die if he wasn't.
He reached his hands down, and grabbed two handfuls of plump, luscious ass. Deku squeaked into the kiss, arching back a bit, and Katsuki growled when that little body rubbed against his hard on. Deku's hands were wandering too, and he shifted his footing. Fuck yeah! This was happening! Deku was—was kneeing him in the balls!
“Get off of me!”
Pain was all he knew. It blinded him as he fell to the ground with a yelp. He couldn't think straight and wanted to throw up. He wheezed out, “Shiiiit! F-fuck! Shittt!”
“Get the hell out! Or-or I'll call the police!” Then he was getting hit across the back with some sort fucking 2x4. He tried to roll away on instinct, but Deku caught him again with what he realized was a bat.
He heard the whistle of wind as the bat came down again, and he snapped a hand out to catch it, his quirk burning the wood. “Stop fucking hitting me Deku!”
The death grip on the weapon went lax and he took the opportunity to toss it to the side. He managed to get back to his feet, and looked down at the nerd. Deku's eyes had gone wide with shock, and his mouth popped open. His voice came out thin and reedy, “K-Kacchan?”
Despite the pain still radiating from his dick, he managed to toss him the smirk that always got the fan mobs screaming. “Hey Deku, long time no see.”
“Kacchan?!” Deku didn't look like he'd calm down anytime soon. “Oh, ooh no! I-I kicked Kacchan in the nuts! I kicked Dynamight current #4 hero in the nuts! Oh my god! Oh-my-god!” He started a mumbling storm, it was nice to see somethings hadn't changed.
“Oi, nerd!” He snapped his fingers in front of the smaller man's face. “Come back to me here.”
“R-right!” He snapped to attention. Confusion screwed up his cute features, “But why are you here Kacchan?”
I--” He didn't get a chance before Deku's face drained of color.
“OH MY GOD! YOU KNOW ABOUT THE REVIEW!” He snapped his arms around his face, trying to hide. A muffled whine of, “Kacchan knows I'm a pervert!” came out.
He tried not to laugh, Deku seemed embarrassed enough. “Nerd, c'mon, I'm really am here about that toy. I think it's part of a quirk. But you are a perk.”
Deku peeked out, those green eyes, a little teary. “W-what?”
He knew quirk talk would draw him out of his shell, “I got hit by a quirk during a rescue last week. Makes my 'deepest fantasy' or some shit come to life.”
He pinched his lower lip between his fingers, “A luck quirk? No it sounds more metaphysical. It would be highly volatile and unpredictable. I'd need to know past instances of it's use and effects in order to--”
“Nerd.” Katsuki interrupted, making sure to invade Deku's space again, “As sexy as listening to you nerd out is...I'd like too get this quirk taken care of.”
“Oh! Oh...right, of course...” Why the hell did he sound so sad? “So, um what's been happening?”
“Well,” Katsuki huffed and leaned against the breakfast bar. “Seems like someone's been using my dick like their personal toy.”
He loved how many shades of red the greenette turned at that. “O-oh? Really? That's umm...”
“Deku, let's not beat around the bush. I'm pretty sure the dildo you wrote about in your review is connected to my dick. I've felt every touch.”
“T-then that means...” His voice trembled.
Katsuki smirked and leaned over him again. “Yeah,” He growled. “It's been my dick you've been stroking...sucking...bouncing on--”
“W-wait! WAIT!” Deku shimmied away and pointed at him. “Your cum tastes sweet?!”
“Hah?!” Fuck, his dick was hard again just imagining his cum licked up by a greedy tongue.
“I thought it was just a gimmick Midnight Creations added cause of your quirk! I-I never thought it was quirked to connect to you!” He squeaked. Katsuki got closer with each step, ready to devour he nerd again. Suddenly he gasped and smashed the back of his head into Kastsuki's chin. He ignored the indignant 'fuck!'. “The-the toy moved on it's own! That means it was YOU?!”
He rubbed the sore spot and snorted, “Well fuck Deku, sometimes you left me ready to burst once you got off.”
“You could feel that?!” He looked a breath short of hyperventilating, yanking on curls that called for Katsuki's hands. “I'm dead. Or-or this is a nightmare. I'm going to die of embarrassment. Maybe this is hell...punishment for my dirty thoughts and whorish ways.”
Katsuki wiggled his eyebrows, “If you want punishment I can think of more than one way to arrange that.”
Deku frowned up at him, “Kacchan I know you're under the influence of a quirk but could you control yourself?”
“What? It's not me under the influence of this shitty quirk, just my cock.” He scoffed.
“Sure. Then why else would you kiss me?” He looked away starting to sniffle, busying himself with tea for the drop-in guest. So much like Auntie Inko in that way. “You've always hated me. And-and I've been raping you!”
Oh, that's what his sudden melancholy is about. Katsuki groaned and ran a hand down his face, huffing. “Fuuck. Look nerd,” He smacked his hands down, caging Deku against the counter. “Let's get some shit straight right now.” The smaller man audibly swallowed. “I was a complete shithead as a kid. I should never have treated you the way I did. I never hated you. It took therapy and shit, but now I know a lot of my shitiness came from being a pussy about my emotions. I ain't doing that anymore. So I'm manning up and saying: I'm sorry, please believe me that I've changed and I'm sorry. Ain't no fucking quirk making me say that. Ain't no fucking quirk making me picture your cute ass freckles when I fuck my fist at night.”
He'd been practicing the speech in his head for years in the random chance of running into the boy he'd terrorized. The speech that spilled forth from his mouth was nothing like he'd planned. Especially the end. Shit, he probably just creeped the fuck out of him!
“Huh?” The small noise brought his eyes down. He expected anger, maybe horror or disgust. No, Deku just looked...broken? Like his soul had left his body. Shit he broke him! Deku's eyes rolled back in his head and Katsuki caught him on instinct.
“Crap.”
/**/
Izuku blinked himself awake wondering how he managed to have such a crazy dream. Because there was no way that just happened. No way that Kacchan showed up at his apartment apologizing and saying that he—Izuku's face burned from the blush as he thought of Dream Kacchan's little speech. He wiggled a little to sit up in bed as the thought of the hero masturbating to him planted itself fully in his brain.
The rustling of paper had him looking toward his computer. His mouth dropped open and a little squeak came out. Red eyes glanced up from the notebook the hulking hero was currently rifling through. “ 'bout time you woke up shithead, you ain't sleeping right or something?”
“You're—you're really here?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled, and waved the notebook. “I see you're still analyzing quirks.”
“Umm, y-yeah. It pays the bills.” He blushed hard again realizing that while he was passed out, Kacchan likely noticed the Dynamight merch scattered around the room...including the poster above the bed and the body pillow...not to mention his shelf of hero toys. “Oh my god we're in my room.”
Kacchan was looming over him, fiery eyes boring into him, “Yep...you're a little pervert aren't you? Should'a known with how often you played with my dick though.”
He groaned and fell back on the bed. He decided to smother himself with a pillow. But said pillow was ripped away. “C'mon nerd let's put that big brain to work.” Damn it! Why did Kacchan have to smirk?! He shivered at the implications it held.
“W-what do you need?” He swallowed dryly.
“Well first off, let's take a look at this fucking dildo you wrote about.” He huffed and thankfully backed away.
Izuku swore he'd faint from the blood rushing to his face as he took out the sleek box he'd hidden the toy in—seeing it on display had given him too much guilt. His hands shook as he lifted the lid off to show Kacchan the toy within.
Blond eyebrows flew up to his hair line. Kacchan wheezed out, “Holy shit it looks exactly like mine.”
“It-it does?” From what he understood the hero toys would be close but not exact to protect their privacy. The realization sent a delicious shiver down his spine—he'd been fucking himself on an exact replica of Kacchan's cock.
Unfortunately the hero caught it, a growl came out in his voice and those carmine eyes were focused completely on his shivering form. “Yeah, want to test that out?”
Izuku licked his lips, Kacchan's eyes followed his tongue. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He might never see Kacchan again after this, so would it be worth it? He glanced down at the dildo in his hands and then to the bulge in the other man's crotch. “It...it would be important to-to record observations of a metaphysical quirk in action and—MMF?!”
Kacchan's mouth was slamming over his. It wasn't what he'd meant but he'd take it! This time he allowed himself to melt into the kiss. The toy box was pulled from his hands and thrown off onto the bed. Kacchan's hot hands pulled him in flush, Izuku reached up to tangle his into blond spikes. Their tongues danced, and lips became slick with spit and bruises as they bit and sucked each other.
He whined and Kacchan pulled away with a chuckle. Izuku was being thrown on the bed next. His scratch notebook and pens dropped to the side, near the dildo. Kacchan flashed that dangerous smirked again, and lifted the edge of his sweatshirt slowly. Delicious tanned abs appeared as the fabric rose, his own little strip show. He bit his bottom lip and twitched in his jeans as Kacchan's torso became completely revealed. He'd seen underwear ads, but to see it in person—those perfect arms flexing for him...he may have whimpered.
“Heh, thirsty huh?” He snickered down at the smaller man. His hands went to his belt, and the jangling buckle coming undone was so loud in his ears. Then the zipper, and the soft shuffle of fabric. Out popped a monster that slapped back up against Kacchan's happy trail. He stroked it a few times, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the fat tip. “So? How's it compare nerd? Better takes some good notes.”
His mouth drooled looking at it bobbing in front of him. He could hardly control his breathing as his picked up the dildo to hold up near Kacchan's actual cock. A shudder went through the hero, “H-holy fuck, it feels like you're touching me instead!”
Izuku's eyes darted between the two cocks. They matched exactly. Kacchan really was hit by a quirk, and Izuku was lucky enough to receive the toy. He made a few short hand notes with his free hand, before focusing back on the man before him. His tongue shot out to lick the pre-cum off the toy. “Ah! Fuck!” Before the blond could recover Izuku switched to the real thing and swallowed him down in one go.
There were explosions above his head. Kacchan's hips chased his lips as he bobbed his head and swallowed around the girth. “HNGH! Shit! Ahn!” He gagged a bit when it hit the back of his throat a bit hard. “Fuck, just like-like that baby! Fuck!” A hand gripped his curls and held him flush against trimmed blond pubes. He took the opportunity to stroke the dildo at the same time, Kacchan bellowed out a roar and shot his hot cum down Izuku's throat. It really was sweet!
He was being spun around and ass yanked up in the air. “Damn nerd! You're lucky I've got a short refractory.”
A sparking hand came down on his ass, “K-Kacchan!” He cried out into the bed spread.
“C'mon nerd! Keep taking notes,” Another smack. “Don't slack now!”
Izuku whimpered as he tried to record the observations. Despite the proximity, Kacchan still reacted to touches on the toy, and his real member. That spit covered cock slapped against his hole. “What do you think nerd? Should we see if the real thing is better than a piece of plastic? I know you're already opened up, so don't expect me to go easy on you!”
“Please-please!” He babbled, mind turning to mush as those strong hands spread his ass cheeks. A pleasant sting skittered across his skin as fingers dug into the burns.
“Please what?” That cock just rested against his hole, unmoving.
Izuku whined and wiggled trying to push back onto the cock he wanted so badly within himself. “Please fuck me Kacchan!”
Before the last syllable left his lips, the body behind him surged forward and buried the length in him. Like with the dildo, it filled him to the brim, brushing all those spots in him that made him squirm. “MMNF!” He drooled and his eyes rolled back slightly from the pleasure flooding him.
“Fuck, so fucking tight for me baby.” Kacchan growled out in his ear. He drilled into Izuku, the only thing the quirkless man could do was hold onto the edge of the bed as that fat cock dragged in and out of him. He moaned and cried out for the hero like a bitch in heat. He screamed rather excitedly when his head was yanked back hard by his curls.
Kacchan mouthed at his neck. The deep primal grunts in his ear had him squirming. The sweet smell of Kacchan's sweat spreading through the air had Izuku floating high. “Ah-ah-ahn! Kaaachan!” He felt close to coming, the thick hand wrapped around his dick definitely didn't help.
“You gonna cum for me? Hah?” Kacchan sneered, “What happened to your notes?”
“Fuck the notes!” Izuku cried out and slammed his hips back hard against the man, “Just fuck me!”
He swore Kacchan growled like a beast before latching hard onto Izuku's hips. He felt like a fleshlight, yanked and pulled, split on Kacchan's cock at a furious pace. And he absolutely loved it. The hero cried out as he started pulsing with a faltering rhythm, hot cum painting his insides. The overfull feeling in Izuku pushed him over the edge and he spilled all over the bed covers with a squeal.
The two of them panted hard in sync. Izuku's vision wobbled as the remnants of the orgasm rippled through him. The hero grunted and fell to his side, pulling Izuku in close to his arms. Gentle kisses were place on his neck and shoulder.
“Kacchan...” He managed to croak out.
“Yeah nerd?”
“That was...” He sighed and smiled, “That was amazing. Kacchan's amazing!”
The cock in him twitched.
“Fuuuck,” He groaned into Izuku's curls. “D-don't say that shit, I ain't ready to go again.” His fingers itched to write down that Kacchan had a praise kink.
“Mmm, okay.” He slurred, Kacchan's heartbeat against his back beat a steady rhythm that lured him to sleep.
/**/
As the nerd fell asleep in his arms, that burning sensation came back to his skin briefly before fading. On instinct he looked toward the dildo. Katsuki's face scrunched in disgust when he saw that it had changed shape.
No longer did it look like the perfect specimen that was his cock. It was now a familiar red shade, fatter than his wrist and looking like it'd been chipped from rock. Scrawled across the gear shaped base was Shitty Hair's signature. He wondered how hard it would be to blow the thing up without waking Deku.
At least a brief glance at his crotch showed that stupid tattoo was gone. No way he'd get such an ugly one. He eyed Deku's half clothed form, wondering if the nerd might have one hidden somewhere. He couldn't wait to explore every inch of that body.
He pulled his thoughts to an abrupt stop. He couldn't get hasty. Deku never actually said if he forgave him or not. Katsuki just ran on instinct and pushed through it. Now the nervousness was creeping in, did he pressure the smaller man into the sex? He's been told he could be pretty aggressive when turned on, and hard to refuse.
He sighed and let himself inhale the apple scent off green curls. Maybe he was overthinking things. After all the nerd even had a damn Dynamight body pillow, not to mention how hard he'd ridden a dildo he thought was replica. Someone normally wouldn't do that with a person they disliked.
What a hell of a way to get your deepest fantasy fulfilled though.
He fell asleep curled around the nerd.
/**/
When Katsuki woke up, it was with a start. His arms were empty, and the smell of smoke tickled his nose. He tore himself from the bed, tripping over his pants as he hurriedly pulled them back up. He only knew two things in his panic: Deku was missing and the apartment smelled of smoke.
He burst out of the bedroom, ready for a villain attack. Only to see Deku desperately fanning the smoke out the window with a tea towel. His green brows were pulled together, and his cheeks puffed out. Too fucking cute.
The smaller man didn't notice him looming on the edge of the kitchen surveying the scene. A smoking pan sat in the sink, egg shells piled off to the side. A plate of burnt toast sat next to the coffee maker. Which--thank fuck—was full of a fresh pot. Despite the smoke he did appreciate that way Deku's ass wiggled. He didn't fight the grin on his face when he realized the nerd was wearing his shirt...and nothing else.
Deku squeaked when he slid his arms around his waist. He growled in his ear, “Hmmm, just love causing chaos, don't you nerd?”
“Kacchan!” He whined, “You scared me! And-and breakfast was supposed to be a surprise!”
He quirked an eyebrow, “I don't remember ordering charcoal.” He jumped away from the towel smacked into his arm, snickering. “What were you trying to make?”
“Omelets. I saw these souffle ones online, I thought...” He stopped and fiddled with the edge of the shirt that dwarfed him.
“Thought what?”
“Thought that Kacchan deserved something special for putting up with...well...my 'appetite'.” Blushing again. Good, he liked that look on Deku.
“The only problem your 'appetite' had was it conflicted with my schedule. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I could keep up with you.” He boasted. “ 'sides, if you really want to pay reparations...well I don't think breakfast is going to cut it.” Katsuki dug through the cupboards until he found a fresh pan. Deku wanted souffle omelets? That's what he was going to get.
“Oh um...there-there's not much I can pay you then...I mean analyzing pays the bills, but there isn't a lot left over and--”
“Going to stop you right there.” Katsuki declared and hoisted the overthinker up on the counter. He planted himself between the nerds legs, noting that it was the perfect height. He watched for any sign of rejection as he leaned in and met Deku's lips with his. The other man melted into him, when Katsuki pulled back for air he didn't move far. “Wasn't what I meant at all. I was trying to be all romantic and shit.” Another few kisses, “Meant I want this,” He slid his fingers up soft thighs, and scrawny ankles hooked around his waist. “...us. If you'll have me nerd.”
“K-Kacchan, are you asking...”
He cleared his throat suddenly nervous, “Be mine. Date me. Jump on my actual cock and all that shit. I'll sate your appetite.”
It seems he had nothing to worry about though. “Kacchan!” He giggled. “How could I say no to such 'romantic' words?” His eyes were a bit misty though.
He crashed his mouth against the nerd's. His hands yanked on Katsuki's hair, pulling him closer and harder. The little moans he gave off when Katsuki squeezed his thighs, sparked a new idea for breakfast in his mind. He nibbled across Deku's face, and found a spot on his neck that made him writhe against him. “Kacchan!”
“Hmm? What? I'm hungry, someone burnt breakfast...and with this delicious meal in front of me. How could I resist? All this creamy skin...” His hand wandered up Deku's chest, and got a giggle out of him. “Strawberry cheeks.” He nipped one and traveled south down the smaller body. “...hrmm, maybe some sweet syrup hidden down here?”
“Ah!” Deku sighed out above him as he traced his lips closer to his prize. “B-but Kacchan, it's you that has the syrup.”
He froze and looked up. The little shit had the cheekiest grin on his face. “You're never letting that go are you?”
“Nope!” He chirped happily. "I still can't believe Kacchan's cum is sweet!"
“Well then,” Katsuki growled, and plucked the nerd off the counter. “Guess I better add some syrup to the strawberries and cream.” His lips didn't leave Deku even when they reached the bedroom.