a/n: iโm finally back whores! & what better way to launch the end of my hiatus than with my og fave โก
cw: dirty talk, hair pulling, (slightly) rough sex
The first thing you notice about Pro-Hero Ground Zero is that heโs insanely attractive. Youโd be blind not to think so, what with his biceps bulging through the crisp white button up and the nonchalant tilt of his headโjust far back enough so that he always seems to be looking down.
The second thing you notice is heโs a dick. One glanceโone brief peek at the steel in his eyesโand you know he believes he owns the world. Perhaps it says something about you, that you pass judgment without a single word exchanged, but years in the entertainment industry means knowing how to read people. And with this man? Thereโs plenty to read.
He didnโt acknowledge the stage crew, didnโt so much as wave to the assistants strapping his mic in. Hell, he didnโt even offer you the slightest of nods or a blink in your direction. In the pre-interview brief, his manager cut you off before you could get a word out, a curt, โanything goes,โ tumbling from her lips before ushering him towards his dressing room. Youโve dealt with rude heroes before, sure, but never something as audacious as pure indifference.
Now, the cameras are a minute from rolling and the bulky blonde simply stares, mouth turned downwards in a gruff pout. You can feel the heat of his gaze, the movement of deep red pupils from your tight bodice to your sleek black skirt, while you look over your question cards. Itโs intimidating to say the least, but you have a viewership of millions scrutinizing your every move on the dailyโso, itโs just another interview.
โPlaces people! Weโre rolling in 3โฆ.2โฆ.โ
โHello! Thanks so much for tuning in with us. We at JPTV hope youโre having a wonderful day.โ A well-timed pause, a perfectly placed smile. โAs usual, Iโm here to bring you the inside scoop on your favorite heroes, and well, do I have a treat for you today!โ
Affording yourself another quick glance at your hulking counterpart, you see heโs shifted his hands behind his head and turned that awful pout into a devilish smirk, but his eyes remained fastened on you. โIโm honored to welcome the number two pro-hero, Ground Zero!โ
The cameras pan out to reveal your esteemed guest, but he doesnโt look away from you.
โHonoredโฆโ He snorts, grinning to reveal sharp canines. โYou turn on the charm real quick, huh?โ The hypocrisy throws you, but you donโt allow it to curb your enthusiasm.
โNot as quickly as you, it seems!โ You throw in a wink, for good measure, though his vulgar smirk doesnโt drop. โLetโs get straight into itโฆLast week, we had the number one hero, Deku, on our channel. He had some great things to say about you. How does it feel to work with such a kind number one?โ
Finally, his demeanor changes; you spot the quirk of an eyebrow, the rolling tick of his jaw. Whether itโs the mention of Deku or his fixed spot at number two, something in your question seems to piss him off. You give him props for keeping his tone even when he responds,
โYeah, itโs all fine I guess, but this interviewโs about me, isnโt it?โ Within a second, heโs relaxed again, tree trunk thighs spreading and back sinking into your plush pink couch. โCould make it about us though.โ He throws a wink right back at you that almost succeeds in making your cheeks heat and your legs cross. But now, heโs playing your game.
โOh love, you couldnโt handle me. The national boyfriend pollโs results told me enough to presume that.โ
He stiffensโand youโve got him.
โThe hah?โ With his thick, blonde brows furrowing he looks a bit like a pomeranian, and you have to bite back a cruel laugh.
โOh, you didnโt see the results? You scored 11th out of a possible 12, only beating out Grape Rush, of course.โ
Here, you allow yourself a soft giggle, but quickly regret it once your attention settles on his armsโveiny and large and wholly unholyโas his palms grip the edge of his seat. His hands are entirely too large andโ youโre still entirely on air. โShouto, Deku, and Chargebolt were the top three, if any viewers at home were wondering.โ
โFuckinโ Pikachu? IcyHot? Listen, Iโโ His stare veers away from yours for a quick second, and he seems to think better of his little rant, choosing to scowl instead. It probably means he has a goodโor rather, terrifyingโpublicist; and you let the expletive pass without remark, though it means more work in the post-edit.
Again, Ground Zero becomes the epitome of composure, that stupid, infuriating smirk plastered across his face once more. โIโm good where it counts.โ You follow ruby eyes to the crook of his slacksโand realize exactly what heโs referring to.
Before you think better of it, and before youโre even able to take your eyes off his groin, youโre biting back,
โAre you now?โ
And now, heโs got you where he wants you.
โWouldnโt you like to know?โ
Large as it is, the room begins to feel too hot, bright stage lights spurring beads of sweat to trickle down the back of your neck. Thereโs an electricity zapping through the studio, bouncing between Ground Zeroโs arrogant, half-lidded eyes and your ownโand settling somewhere between your ever-tightening rib cage.
But you wonโt be caught dead baited by a bitter asshole on your own damn interview.
โWhat Iโd like to know,โ you think through the countless question cards you had prepared, taking care to keep your hands steady and a sultry smile on your face, โis whether the rumors Iโve heard are true. Were you really asked to leave Restaurant Passerini for being rude to the waitstaff?โ
He doesnโt miss a beat,
โCโmon, princess.โ The pet name is dizzying, gravelly and said with enough bass to make your grin waver and, yes, your legs finally cross. Does he not realize youโre on camera, in front of a studio of workers, recording for a platform of ravenous fans? โWhat you really want to know is whether the brunette paparazzi caught on my arm was my girlfriend.โ
โIโโ
โSheโs not, so,โ he crosses his bulky arms behind his head again, the undone button at the top of his shirt spreading to reveal a hint of his broad chest. Everything about him is justโ broad. Youโre so caught up in marveling at him that you nearly miss his next sentence, โIf you want it, all you have to do is ask politely.โ
The studio stills. Somewhere in the background, you hear the murmur of a few baffled interns, and honestly? Youโre baffled yourself. The man went from ignoring your existence to chatting you up with the literal snap of a camera.
โYeah?โ You brace yourself for the words that are about to fall out of your mouth, โWell, Iโm not so good at being polite.โ
Whatever gets the people talking.
Instead of regret or sheepishness, amusement flashes through his darkened eyes. Ground Zero rewards you with a smileโnot a smirk or a grimaceโgenuine and dazzling.
โMy kinda woman.โ His voice is low, meant for you and only you, despite the well-known fact that his microphone picks up the slightest of drawn breaths; youโre well aware it picks up yours.
โAhem.โ Itโs impossible to refocus on the interview when your nails are digging into your sweat-soaked palms. Heโs shifted closer, too close, and your space is filled with the sugary smell of caramel and the musk of a heavy, clean cologne. Itโs enough to make you lightheadedโdyes the corners of your vision a sickly sweet pinkโand ensures you canโt look anywhere but his eyes, ruby red waltzing between your own pupils and your bitten lips.
โThink we both know the interviewโs over.โ
With that simple statement, heโs won.
โIโ um,โ you turn towards the camera, but Ground Zeroโs gaze is impossible to ignore, falling over you like youโre his next meal. โThank you again to Ground Zeroโโ
โKatsuki. You can call me Katsuki Bakugล.โ Another post-edit censor.
โThank you to Ground Zero,โ you wonโt budge on this, at the very least, โfor joining us today at the JPTV Studio! If youโre watching this, that means itโs Friday, and the newest Nike & Grouโ ah!โ
All at once, your body is lifted out of your chair and thrown over Bakugลโs massive shoulder. โWhat the hell?โ The studioโs bustling with noise now, stagehands, assistants, and directors alike chattering, utterly confused on how to proceed. The commotion doesnโt stop him from walking off stage, your smaller body in tow.
โYou donโt listen,โ he calls over his shoulder to you, unphased by the crew attempting to strip you both of your mics.
โIโ Katsuki!โ Youโre astounded at the brute, caught in a daze somewhere between offense and complete enchantment.
โYeah, wasnโt too hard now, was it?โ He struts towards his dressing room, calling a rowdy, โbring the cameraman,โ off to his right. And to your amazement, some poor fucker actually begins to follow.
โDo not! Absolutely not!โ
Only when youโre in the dressing room, the door firmly shut, does he let you down. Youโre stunned, watching with wide eyes while he simply sits on the dark leather couchโlegs spread, hands behind his head once again.
โGreat publicity stunt.โ Composing yourself is difficult, but you move towards the mirror anyways, checking your lips for any smeared gloss; one manโs heathenry isnโt an excuse for ruined makeup. โCouldโve let me in on it, though. My people wouldโve been all over it.โ Katsuki doesnโt answer, and youโre too preoccupied to discover what stupid little thingโs caught his attention. โDonโt worry, Iโm experienced enough to play along.โ
Before you know it, heโs behind you, solid muscle pressing you further into the dressing table. You donโt overlook the bulge straining against your lower back, either.
โYou were faking it?โ He murmurs softly, teeth grazing your earlobe.
A rough palm travels your exposed thigh, gradually moving upwards until heโs skimming the hem of your skirt.
Your breath comes out in pants, leaving foggy reminders of your arousal in the mirror. โI wasnโt,โ he sighs, free hand reaching around your waist and pulling you in so that you can feel every inch of him straining beneath his slacks. โBut say the word,โ he raises a single finger, letting it trace circles across the skin just under your skirt, โand Iโll stop.โ
He lets go all at once, and you canโt help the soft whine that leaves your throat. When you turn your gaze upwards, his eyes bore into yours through the mirror. The smirk you found thoroughly aggravating is now extremely enticing, urging you to give in and drop to your knees.
You weigh your options. Keep your dignityโand the hard-earned respect of the horde of employees under your thumbโor allow this brute of a man to ravage you right here in his dressing room. Katsuki waits patiently, breathing ragged and heavy into your neck while never breaking eye contact, a feat that solidifies your decision.
To hell with dignity.
โDonโt stop.โ
He tugs your skirt up in a flash, hands roaming youโthighs, waist, the globes of your assโas though he canโt get enough. The brush of his skin on yours raises the hairs on the back of your neck, compels you to push your face into the vanity and grind against his large bulge.
โMy turn to ask the questions,โ he whispers into the crook of your neck, running his fingers against your drenched panties, before quickly moving them to the side. โFuckinโ soaked. Youโve been thinking โbout this since you met me, huh?โ
The obscenity sends a heated flush through your face all the way through your gut, one that settles right at your clit when he lightly grazes it with the pad of his forefinger. โAnswer, or Iโll stop.โ
โMaybe,โ you whine, short and utterly ashamed by the state he has you in, โIโve been thinking about it.โ But his questions donโt end there; Katsuki mutters the next bit of his interrogation as soon as he sinks a finger into your tight cunt, two knuckles deep,
โDo you let every hero you interview fuck you, or is it just me?โ
โYouโre a bastard.โ Try as you might to stifle it, a loud gasp leaves you.
โYeah?โ Heโs pumping his hand nowโin, out, repeat, a cycle that makes you hump against him without even meaning to.
โNarcissist.โ The insult only makes him laugh cruelly,
โKeep โem coming.โ When he adds a second thick, rough digit, your entire body jolts with pleasure. โAt the end of the day, my fingers are still buried inside this tight little cunt.โ
A blissful pain pricks your scalp the moment he grabs your loose strands, jerking your head back so that youโre face to face with him in the mirror. Katsukiโs eyes are still half-lidded, though his brows are obstructed by matted, sweat-soaked hair. โLook at yourself, panting like a bitch in heat.โ
You can feel the coil in your gut pulling taut, and tauter still when you look into his eyes. It's the same glance he gave you on stage, a bloody red warning that tells you what you knew the moment you met him: he owns you.
With that thought, euphoria takes over,
โF-fuck! Only youโ God, itโs only you!โ
โGood fuckinโ girl.โ
But the burly blonde doesnโt give you a moment to rest, instead pulling your back against hisโperfectly sculptedโchest and hauling you up by your thighs to shift you to the large couch at the end of the room. You sigh when your knees hit cool leather, pulling down your tight tank top and bending over without a second thought.
One look back at Katsuki is enough confirmation for him to unzip his slacks and sink right in.
โOh, fuck.โ A large palm smacks your ass and you mewl against the couch; you could be fucking shrieking right now and you wouldnโt notice, head too filled with himโlarge, sweat-soaked biceps, clean cologne, the endless snap of his hips against yoursโto acknowledge much else.
Soon, the pleasure renders you mindless, only registering flashes of heated skin against skin and the loud gasps and whines, curses and growls from you both. Your bodies are soaked in sweat, pressed hopelessly together and begging for reprieve.
Katsukiโs rhythm eventually slows, a hoarse warning of his impending orgasm leaving his lips. He pulls out, flipping your spent body and climbing over you on the couch so that his throbbing cock is level with your lips.
โGonna cum on that pretty face,โ he murmurs, pulling your hair by its roots, โand then Iโm taking an even prettier picture, yeah?โ Despite your better judgment, you moan, tongue lolling while your head nods. โFuck.โ
One, two, three pumps, and thick ropes of white are spurting out, coating your cheeks and lips in him. As promised, Katsuki whips his phone outโand the last thing you see is a flash of bright light.
When heโs finally cleaned you both up, he crawls over you on the couch, pulling you into his large arms and rubbing soothing circles into your own. Youโll need a week off just to recover from this little escapade. After a while, he breaks the peaceful silence,
โThat interviewโs not airing, is it?โ You let out a breathless chuckle.
โOh no, weโre definitely running it.โ The studio would be stupid not to; itโll go viral.
โHm,โ his voice softens, โfine, I guessโbut only because Iโll be taking a lot more pictures of you.โ
I HAD TO COME BACK HERE TO SCREAM ABOUT THIS . I HAD TO.
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