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The video doesn’t pick up traction very fast at first. Only a few interested eyes catch it, focused on the amateur vibes, the desperation. It’s key.
But then someone recognizes the voice. The pleasured growls between the wet slap of skin or squelching or frantic higher pitched whines.
Without a doubt, one of the people in the video is Pro-Hero Deku.
That’s what catches attention, as it rips through the porn-side of Twitter, and then is amorously shared among various Deku fan sites. And then into the eyes of the general populous.
By then, people catch on to who Deku’s…partner, in the video, must be.
Mostly caught only from the dead-giveaway of Deku’s filthy growl of “Kacchan” exactly 30 seconds into the beginning of the clip.
It’s a PR nightmare. Most people immediately claim it as AI. Deep-fake made by some sick pervert.
But it’s suspicious when it gets wiped from the internet swiftly, and with a vengeance.
Within four hours of it being online, videos are being taken down with an iron fist. Accounts are shut down, banned, blocked. But the videos keep spreading, copied by bots scraping for anything remotely viral and hoping to get views off it.
It is then, that people suspect the video is probably real, if the swiftness to take the clips down is any indication that there is an attempt to have this covered up and hidden away.
But the damage is done. People have already seen it.
The video opens on a black screen, the shuffle-rustle of sheets, fabric, bodies in bed together.
“You’re so wet,” Deku gasps, voice reaching the speakers partially muffled, as the phone lies momentarily forgotten in the sheets.
“Quit fuckin’ teasing me or I swear to god—”
Slap.
A sharp connection of skin on skin breaks through the speakers, followed quickly by a gasp.
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” Deku huffs, and then there’s a squelching, wet click, fingers twisting inside of something soft and soaked, “you’re so mouthy the second I get home. Every time. Would it kill you to try being nice for once? To greet me properly after a long day out?”
There’s a whine, overlaced on the quickly growing sound of squelching. The speakers catch the rustle of sheets again, thrashing, fingers clawing into the comforter, a low, bitten down curse from Katsuki.
“I should be upset— more upset about it, than I am. But that’s just because I know you do it on purpose. Huh? Kacchan acts all mean to rile me up on purpose doesn’t he…”
The video gains color and light suddenly. It’s blurry, too fast at first, as the camera is picked up and swung around.
What the video doesn’t give away is how drunk Hero Deku was this particular night. His speech wasn’t slurred, just held lower, stern, steady. Dominant in a tone that no one has heard from him before. Filthy.
“Here, Kacchan. This is for you later, to see what happens when you act like a brat… Ah, I guess it won't do you any good,” for a brief moment the screen catches the first, and really only, clear frame of the entire video, "you're liking this too much."
It’s unmistakable now, whose hand is in the frame, three calloused and scar-rittled fingers shoving knuckle deep into a flushed, glistening pink cunt. The shine of wetness immediately slicks his skin, beading around the stretch from his knuckles, dribbling off swollen folds.
Those three fingers stretch out, and Katsuki’s next whine is caught vividly through the speakers. The camera wobbles, picture blurry as it tries to zoom in, stabilizes, and is then out of focus where it’s pointing at the pink flush between Deku’s spread apart fingers.
“Ah, you want it so badly, huh? Look how swollen you are…” a mumble, mostly to himself, forgetting that he was recording.
“Don’t fucking look inside you–!”
Useless whining that morphs into a cry of surprise and pleasure when those fingers twist, hook, and pull Katsuki’s hips up by the hold he has inside of him. Those strong thighs tremble, precariously raised up on his knees to his limit.
“And how about you stop cussing at me, Kacchan. It's rude.”
(The internet goes feral for the tone. He’s a teacher, of course he talks sternly. But this was way beyond just a disciplined teacher getting onto someone. The context of course mattered, but many online went back and forth about how that was obviously speaking down to the esteemed Bakugou Katsuki. Which of course sparked more discourse over how that couldn’t possibly be Pro-Hero Dynamight.)
“Stay like that. Don’t— Unh-yes, good, don’t drop your hips. Good.” Deku dissolves into softer praise, whiplash to an outside viewer from his scolding to this.
But the effect it has on his partner is plain. A strong muscled, yet fully naked body blushing rose all over with the ease of praise as he does as told. Keeping himself balanced up on his knees, hips angled obscenely so when those fingers slip out of himself, the camera can catch the slight gape of his folds and cunt.
The phone being used to record obviously gets tossed to the side, and lands preciously balanced on a nearby pillow.
It stays that way for now, a sideways, terrible angle where the corner third of the screen is blacked out by a blanket in the way that messes with the focus of the camera lens, every few seconds where the phone attempts to refocus itself on the subjects beyond with no success.
It leaves Katsuki and Deku as a hazy blur of skin just a foot away, fully exposed in view.
Even now, it’s still hard to visually tell that it’s Bakugou from the video alone. He’s buried his face into the pillows, arms crossed around a particularly fluffy one. It shows off the flex of sweaty biceps, the wild lay of his blonde hair, and a single tomato-red ear.
His shoulders are heaving as he breathes hard, but they settle into stiffness, anticipation, when Deku has positioned himself behind with the tip of his cock against his clit. Teasing, rubbing the tips of themselves together. Not even needed with how the both of them are.
Deku is blearily watching the sticky mess of Katsuki’s own leaking and his precum from the tip oozing from the slit, the way it mixes all slippery and eases the glide of where he’s flicking the tip of himself across a swollen clit just to hear Katsuki’s muffled whines.
A breathless giggle catches on the speakers, and a soft, wet slap as the tip is tapped against the opening of Katsuki’s folds now.
“You don’t get like this for anyone else but me, huh? All for me… Mmh… Kacchan, you’re really, really wet… Were you playing with yourself before I came home?”
“Stop talking—” is barely heard, whimpered into the soft down of the pillow, which becomes strangled as Katsuki’s fingers grasp it tighter.
“Fuck!”
Deku presses the tip inside without warning, and Katsuki jerks. He shoots up on one arm, sparks flickering against the pillow where he’s got it in a death-grip. Only by the grace of having flame resistant bedsheets and such, does it not catch fire.
Deku is swift, a hand on Katuski’s hip to keep him from squirming away as he shoves his cock halfway in, while his other hand catches the blonde by the back of his neck and immediately shoves him back down into the pillows. It’s rough, and even the soft, silky plush bedding gives a loud thwump when Katsuki’s face is held down into it.
“Ah-ah, don't run– nngh— Kacchan, loosen up you’re so—”
It’s here, that the video audio is debated. Some hear a pitiful, whine of “it hurts” and others swear it’s just a senseless moan of nonsense syllables. In no world would Pre-Hero Dynamight whimper about pain would he? In no world would Bakugou Katsuki voice a complaint about something that causes him pain while he’s fighting off an orgasm that would surely take the air from his lungs. In no world would Bakugou Katsuki be a pain slut.
The dark-green mop of curls falls back, when Deku lets his head roll back on his shoulders. A groan slips from his throat, mouth dropped momentarily with the blinding pleasure of being squeezed so tight. The video only catches the vague shape of him, the way he groans to the ceiling again as he shuffles his hips forward and holds tight to the struggling thin hips until they’re flush against his own pelvis.
“Eh–? You can’t cum yet… Ah, It’s too early, nngh-”
The blonde's hands scramble against the pillows again, shoving some away, clawing at the headboard for purchase, until one hand flails back and catches Deku at the hip and claws across it desperately. Leaving harsh red welts behind as his nails slip over sweaty skin. The other hand tangles in his own blonde hair to pull, trembling, a poor attempt to ground himself.
It was useless trying to not cum right away. Katsuki was getting exactly what he wanted, Deku losing control of himself, getting rough, pushy, taking. And yeah, he had definitely been touching himself before Deku got home, had been since three hours prior the hero had sent a text about being home late for an after-work izakaya.
So maybe he was a little sensitive.
The video shifts, clarity catching for a brief moment as Deku leans over to snatch the phone up again. It gets the full view of Katsuki from above. The swell of his ass, the way he’s entirely stretched around Deku’s cock right at the base.
The video blurs again, as Deku’s hand shakes as he uses his other to grab one of Katsuki’s cheeks and thumb it apart. A poorly pixilated glob of spit lands right against Katsuki’s tight asshole, camera quality clearing up just at the same moment Deku’s thumb presses in, showing off the crystal clarity of the furl stretching around Deku’s knuckle as it sinks to the base, and then the phone fumbles, dropped into the bedding again as Katsuki breaks into a series of swears and shaking.
“Fuck— fuck— gimme a second you bastar–NNGH!?”
Deku’s first thrust is loud. He draws back, takes Katsuki’s hips with both hands, and pulls him into the push of his hips, an initial test of strength, which is quickly repeated, over and over and over when the slickness between the two of them glides the friction into an easy, hot fuck.
“Gonna keep cumming on my cock, Kacchan? Wanna see how many you can take… Hahh, you’re so wet oh my god, this is crazy. Fuck–”
(Of course the internet eats it up, those that aren’t immediately scandalized at the obscenity. Pre-Hero Deku not only fucks, but he swears too!?)
On a particularly harsh thrust, balls wetly slapping against Katsuki’s clit, the camera flops over into the bedding when Katsuki screams and suddenly jerks against Deku’s hold.
From there, the video is only black, a perfectly unmuffled audio playing. Skin on skin, the squelch of slick every time Deku’s cock fucks in deep. The both of them moaning.
“I’m gonna–! Ooohh fuckfuckfuck, Izuku, I’m gonna cum again, right there! Fucking–! Harder–!”
“Nngh Kacchan loosen up I can’t– Ah~ You’re gonna make the bed soaked–”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–!”
“That’s it, Kacchan. Fucking squirt on me, oh god you’re so hot, fuck, I can’t—”
The speakers catch a mean, but tired laugh from Katsuki.
“Nnh? Gonna get onto me for cumming fast earlier but you’re not lasting any longer, pathetic little nerd.”
There’s a few seconds of moans, the clap of hips getting faster as Deku nears his own climax. The bedsheets rustle again, louder as the fabric scratches against the phone.
“Where did you put the— ah–”
The video sways again, color and light of a dim lit bedroom, grey bedsheets, a blank ceiling, and then Deku in frame.
Hard muscle, sweat dripping down his chest, adding to the wetness on his abs that is more than just his own sweat. The video is so shaky, it’s hard to tell what’s going on at first. The two had changed positions already.
Deku had flipped Katsuki over onto his side, pulled his legs apart as he straddled one thigh and held the other up, knee dropped over his shoulder as he fucked into Katsuki deeper at the sideways angle.
“You wanted this for me to watch later, but you should see this too. Hero. You don’t look anything like one now– ahhh, nngh— your eyes are— scary— fuck—”
Katsuki can’t keep a good hold on the phone to keep it steady. It shakes with every thrust, and only gets a permanent streaky haze to it when Katsuki’s finger slips across the lens and smears sweat on it. He can’t keep his arms up for long, body already exhausted with exertion, muscles all shaking from the multiple orgasms that he’s endured back to back on one another.
The phone is balanced terribly on his own chest with a hand, and the video only gets shakier from there. Deku takes Katsuki’s other leg, pulls it up to his other shoulder and folds the blonde in half as he releases inside with a growl.
“Aah, Kacchan I’m cumming inside, okay? Hhh, gonna pump you full– nngh, deep—”
“Wait fuck we didn’t— condom—”
The way Deku is moaning, right into the camera, signals that it is way too late for that. The video catches a sweaty close up of Deku’s mouth, a full bottom lip slick with drool, a blush under his freckles, a jagged scar across his cheek, and then the mop of his green hair as he pushes his face into Katsuki’s chest, mouth dropped open to let his tongue sloppily drag across a pebbled nipple.
“—et pregnant. Hhng, keep you in bed all day so you can’t–”
“—ucking perv–”
The camera falls away to the side, but still catches the wet moans from the two as Katsuki yanks Deku into a kiss, tongues first, sloppy and delirious. The sound is easily picked out, separate from the sopping wet squelch of where Deku is grinding his hips, the way Katsuki’s clit mashes into Deku’s pelvis as he fills him up.
It’s another handful of blank seconds, a dark screen and soft audio where people have to really turn their volume up to hear the rest of it well. Not that much talking is happening.
When the camera is picked up again, it’s to the heaving back of Deku. Strong shoulders and curve of his spine where he’s still folded over Katsuki, bodily keeping the blonde’s knees by his own ears, pressing him into the mattress with his own body weight.
“Tsk– this shit is useless, what— Oi, you actually hit record on this thing?”
The camera shifts again, a yelp from Deku, a black screen for a moment as the phone goes into the sheets, pinned down the same way Hero Deku is. Katsuki settles himself, satisfied in flipping them over on his first try.
Then again. Deku was rather drunk, and drained from cumming so hard.
The video focuses briefly. The green haired hero flat on his back, head squished between two pillows, a red face and dark eyes as he looks beyond the camera fondly. A smile crosses his parted lips, and then the video shifts again.
Katsuki is seated on top of Deku’s cock, and the soft swell just under his belly button is the only give away at how big Deku is.
“Get hard again, you fuck. I ain’t done.”
Deku brings his hands off of the bed where he had let them spread out, slides them over Katsuki’s hips and pets along his waist.
“What about condoms?” He mumbles, focused watching where his thumbs frame either side of his cock through Katsuki’s toned skin and abs.
“Got some in the bathroom, what about it?” Katsuki huffs.
Deku giggles, and the camera catches the flex of his abs clearly before the video blurs again when he rushes to sit up, holding Katsuki in his lap securely. The video jostles, when he bucks his hips once.
“Kacchan, kiss me.”
“Aint kissin you. Your breath smells like shit and you were– mmfh!”
The phone is tossed into the bed again, and lands face up this time. A blurry look of the ceiling, and in the corner, Deku and Katsuki in the middle of a kiss. The horrible focus on the camera doesn’t pick up on the way Katsuki’s eyes roll, doesn’t pick up the way Deku’s tongue presses in deep, nor the way Katsuki’s fingers clench against Deku’s shoulder.
It does catch the tip of their heads so they can kiss deeper, the way the both of them moan when Deku bucks his hips again, and the way Katsuki’s hands both come up to cradle Deku’s jaw, thumbs access his cheeks, before his arms fold around the back of his shoulders and he tucks his face into Deku’s neck.
The camera view of the ceiling jostles rhythmically as Katsuki is bounced in Deku’s lap, a mix of riding him slow while Deku frantically ruts up into him, trying to get impossibly deeper.
Deku’s groan catches the speakers again, so much more vocal than Katsuki as he edges closer to another orgasm.
“Ahhh Kacchan you’re– mnngh, it’s like you’re sucking me,” he breathes, and the camera shifts, bouncing, as the two go out of frame when Deku bowls them over, shoves Katsuki back-first onto the mattress again and starts fucking him with long, fast strokes.
“Cumming, cumming, nnghh— Soooo good, oh god Kacchan your cunt is so fucking good, ahh~”
Katsuki’s yelp is loud in the room, and in a corner of the video, his foot is caught in the air, a bruising hand around his ankle holding it there. He cries out again, punctuated with a hard, loud slap of skin on skin, Deku’s hips, once, twice, and then a final third before stilling with a moan of his own.
The video is a quiet moment of panting, the two catching their breath, before Katsuki mumbles something, and again, catches the phone in the sheets.
“---stupid fucking thing, ain’t even holding it, what were you even gonna do with this, uh?”
Katsuki’s voice filters into the video, and the camera sways as he spins the phone around from being upside down to right side up.
There’s a split second of the top of Deku’s head, and then the muscled tone of his body as he sits up, and the blurry, shaky footage of his cock sloppily springing free from Katsuki’s folds. It slings a sticky string of white as it goes, halfway snapping against the shaft and the rest falling messily on Katsuki’s clit.
The video cuts from there, swiftly, no warning. Just Katsuki’s thumb hitting the end recording button.
How it got uploaded was a whole other thing.
It’s then, after a day, that people realize Pre-Hero Deku kept most of his phone storage in the cloud, and that his usually strong encrypted password had been hacked into.
It’s a crazy whirlwind of the video circulating the internet, whole, as clips, snippets, screenshots.
Eventually, after a month, a press conference is held with Pro- Hero Deku. He remains sheepish and red-faced as he stammers through numerous apologies about his phone and the slip up. But of course, not without ending on a note of the importance of maintaining his privacy, and that legal action was being taken against the individual responsible for hacking him.
He doesn’t respond to any public press trying to stealthily interview him about the contents of the video, but especially of his relationship with Pro-Hero Dynamight. The two had been in a public relationship for over a year now, to the world it felt new, even though it was obvious the two had been dating for much longer than that.
Those attempting to interview the blonde for his opinion on the matter, do not get away without blown up equipment and angry glares and unfriendly words.
Somehow, gracefully, the world forgets about the Pro-Hero scandal, even if it takes a year. Too much other exciting things for the press to fixate on, hero rankings changing, other pro's scandals, new relationships. But everyone knows exactly where they were when the first saw that fated video. And with a few well placed searches, one can find it, hidden away in the dark corners of the internet.