Being the boyfriend of Dynamight, the hottest hero on the market,...

Being Kacchan's boyfriend, however, IS something he's quite proud of. And he knows Kacchan feels the same.
But some people don't agree.
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But in his mind, the one flaw he's had since childhood is his possessiveness of Kacchan.
And he uses 'flaw' loosely.
They don't see his soft hands cleaning Izuku's wounds after work, Kacchan's loving lips kissing his forehead goodnight.
And Izuku thinks that until he learns something... unbelievable.
Kacchan thinks he's sexy when jealous.
Izuku leans his head back, simmers in the touches teasing his thighs under the water. "Ah, but you're the attrac-"
Izuku shudders, trying to rock back into Kacchan's lap. "Really?"
He doesn't know if Kacchan's comment is to tease him or urge him to do it more. Maybe a bit of both.
Either way, it doesn't stop Izuku's envy from showing up.
Except his mind forgets his reasons not to stake his claim when they're at a charity event the following week.
"Oh, don't look now, but someone's playing with explosive fire."
Like always, he looks for Kacchan and hates what he sees.
He recognizes the reporter leaning against Kacchan's arm, batting his eyes at the hero. It's... flirty.
Now he thirst blogs about his boyfriend, like he didn't make Kacchan break down in Izuku's arms. Like the exploitation didn't almost destroy his favorite person.
But the way this man ignores Kacchan's (who somehow hasn't blown up and thrown the reporter across the room) tense frame pokes his jealousy into a new mode.
He needs to protect what's his.
"Kacchan!" Izuku almost sings his name when he leaps forward, arms linking around his taller boyfriend's neck.
Which pulls him away from the reporter.
"Oi, watch what you're doing. You trying to get hurt?"
Izuku hopes he's sheepish enough to hide his intent. "I knew you'd catch me."
Delighted at how his appearance changes Kacchan's ambiance, he peeks over at the almost frowning reporter. His fingers stroke the blonde hair on his nape, possessively.
A claim.
"Well-"
His mother would scold him for cutting the man off (until she learned who it was. Then she'd make him katsudon.) "Sorry, I just missed my boyfriend. He's amazing."
"No." Okay, so he's had a little to drink, enough to not-so discreetly press his hips against Kacchan's thigh. "You just look really nice tonight."
"You're such a little creep."
Kacchan's comment gives the man hope.
Maybe two years ago, the passive-aggressive comment would make him second guess his confidence.
But too many nights of Kacchan worshipping every dorky freckle on his skin blasts it away.
It leans his weight into Kacchan's side, the length of his compact body pressed against him.
"Deku, you good?" Kacchan asks, secretly sweet.
Izuku moves a hand to wrap around the back of Kacchan's shoulder, the other fully cupping the sweaty nape.
Just loud enough for nosy reporters to hear, he asks "Remember our bath night together?"
The name only comes out when they're alone, normally when most of the said spots are exposed for Kacchan's exploration.
Just hearing it makes his dick twitch, needy.
So he slips his fingers into Kacchan's hair and tugs him down, close enough to whisper in his ear.
He expects a smirk. A scoff. A taunt.
Instead, Kacchan lifts him.
He squeaks when a hand smacks his ass, and he can only bury his flushed face into Kacchan's neck.
"Oi, extra. I'm gonna go fuck my boyfriend. Put THAT on your next shitty blog."
Maybe he waves while Kacchan carries him toward the exit, biting his lip at the delicious way his hips rub into Kacchan's stomach from the quick steps.
Feet still dangling from the tight hold, Izuku can only squirm and try to arch up into the passionate exchange.
The party's drowned out when he moans into firm lips. "Kacchan, please-"
Izuku hits his head against the wall when trying to arch his neck for the teeth sinking into the spot just under his ear.
The threat only makes Izuku bite back a whine. "Want you inside. Wanna be yours."
Of course, Kacchan scoffs. "You've always been mine, Deku."
Without words, Izuku's already parting his legs to give better access.
This comment makes Izuku huff. "Y-You're no better."
He scratches the wall when two fingers sink inside. "Ah!"
He wants to feel shame, but the pleasure filling his already shaking body proves the truth; he doesn't regret any of his possessive behavior, so long as it keeps the man kissing his ear close.
He looks back, determined to make his claim clear. "Because you're mine, too."
Another shuffle of clothes pushes bare hips together. Izuku's eyes flutter close when Kacchan slides inside.
Where he belongs.
Kacchan makes sure to thrust harder any time he thinks Izuku's muffling himself.
The blunt pleasure jerks his whole body, and Kacchan almost growls.
"Yeah? Wanna get caught?"
Kacchan's taunt means he's rambling his lust-drunk thought out loud.
"No," He gasps, even as he thrust between the two sensations. "Nobody else can see you li-like this!"
The possessive tone, with the tight squeeze over his dick and a deep stroke inside him, finally makes Izuku reach his peak.
He comes apart screaming Kacchan's name.
But he does give a weak moan when Kacchan sucks a dark mark into his neck.
He likes the claim.
He'll scold Kacchan after seeing the huge hickey Ochaco's make-up can't cover.
But if he touches it and smirks when passing the reporter during his patrol, he thinks it's worth it.
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