†_𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 𝔅𝔞𝔨𝔲𝔤𝔬𝔲_†

Katsuki knew very well that his fame as a hero would attract strange things, he always knew.

Working all the time was a drag, but the thing he hated most was entering his strangely silent house and looking at his cell phone, realizing how much virtual harassment he had suffered.

He couldn't lie, they (or rather, they too) were quite creative. The other day he stared at his work computer screen right at a TikTok comment.

Oh god, I want to see his explosions come out white!

...

What the hell.

He was incredulous, irritated by all this. Did they even pay attention to how uncomfortable he was? He tried to comment on one of the edits, but they just freaked out at being noticed.

Well, he liked some of them... even if he wouldn't admit it. Seeing everyone drooling over him was kind of cool, sometimes it was.

But His world changed when he met that damn nyan_nerd_3021

Damn follower...

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"What the hell?"he muttered while staring at his phone screen, his fingers gripping the phone tightly as he sighed softly. Well, maybe that damn "follower" had tormented him again.

"What the hell is this?" "A picture of me like that time?" he murmurs to himself, feeling his eyes roll so hard it hurts, and then starts typing, naming the comment by nyan_nerd_3021.

"You bastard, leave me alone!" he clicks "send," watching him reply frighteningly fast, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stares incredulously at the screen. He shouldn't feel incredulous; this idiot always did this anyway.

But well, up to this point you can see that this user is a demon in Katsuki's life, right?

He just didn't know that behind the screen was... You

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"Finally," he said between breaths, feeling the sudden pain in his muscles, his eyes burning with sleep as he took off his boots and threw them aside.

Should he eat something? Should he take a shower? Maybe yes, maybe no, he was so exhausted that he decided to ignore everything.

"Damn...Mmmm..." he said hoarsely, his voice breaking the silence of the room as he practically crawled to the bedroom, his eyes... He stared at the bed in front of him, and then it seemed too tempting.

"Fuck..." and with a particularly loud groan he collapsed onto the bed, lazily grabbing his phone with one hand while pressing his face against the soft pillow, maybe paying a lot of money for a bed had been worth it.

But his silence was broken when he saw a message from nyan_nerd_3021.

"Damn it?...how did you get my number!" he cursed under his breath, too tired to explode.

Maybe his destiny was to stop ignoring this idiot and finally give in to what he wanted.

And he did.

"What the hell do you want at this hour?" He typed quickly, before realizing that the user had sent him a video, his face heating up as he tried to process what it could be.

A video of him? A hot edit of him? Or would he finally see what the user looked like?

And Well, that was exactly what he needed, it touched a nerve (and maybe his dick too).

"But what?..."he says softly, his eyes fixed on the video ahead as he realizes the content,it's a damn porn video

"You...ah...bastard."he closes his eyes tightly in an attempt to ignore it, but soon he gives in.

The way his hips moved, rubbing against his damn mattress, aroused him immensely, and he could feel his own hips moving against the sheet.

Should he give in?

Maybe, darling.

Katsuki knew very well that his fame as a hero would attract strange things, he always knew.

Working all the time was a drag, but the thing he hated most was entering his strangely silent house and looking at his cell phone, realizing how much virtual harassment he had suffered.

He couldn't lie, they (or rather, they too) were quite creative. The other day he stared at his work computer screen right at a TikTok comment.

Oh god, I want to see his explosions come out white!

...

What the hell.

He was incredulous, irritated by all this. Did they even pay attention to how uncomfortable he was? He tried to comment on one of the edits, but they just freaked out at being noticed.

Well, he liked some of them... even if he wouldn't admit it. Seeing everyone drooling over him was kind of cool, sometimes it was.

But His world changed when he met that damn nyan_nerd_3021

Damn follower...

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"What the hell?"he muttered while staring at his phone screen, his fingers gripping the phone tightly as he sighed softly. Well, maybe that damn "follower" had tormented him again.

"What the hell is this?" "A picture of me like that time?" he murmurs to himself, feeling his eyes roll so hard it hurts, and then starts typing, naming the comment from nyan_nerd_3021.

"You damn girl, leave me alone!" he clicks "send," watching her reply frighteningly fast, her cheeks flushing slightly as she stares incredulously at the screen. He shouldn't feel incredulous; that idiot always did this anyway.

But well, up to this point you can see that this user is a demon in Katsuki's life, right?

He just didn't know that behind the screen was... You

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"Finally," he said between breaths, feeling the sudden pain in his muscles, his eyes burning with sleep as he took off his boots and threw them aside.

Should he eat something? Should he take a shower? Maybe yes, maybe no, he was so exhausted that he decided to ignore everything.

"Damn...Mmmm..." he said hoarsely, his voice breaking the silence of the room as he practically crawled to the bedroom, his eyes... He stared at the bed in front of him, and then she seemed too tempting.*

"Fuck..."and with a particularly loud groan he collapsed onto the bed, lazily grabbing his phone with one hand while pressing his face against the soft pillow, maybe paying a lot of money for a bed had been worth it.

But his silence was broken when he saw a message from nyan_nerd_3021

"Damn it?...how did you get my number!"he cursed under his breath, feeling too tired to explode anything there.

Maybe his destiny was to stop ignoring this idiot and finally give in to what he wanted.

And he did.

"What the hell do you want at this hour?" He typed quickly, before realizing that the user had sent him a video, his face heating up as he tried to process what it could be.

A video of her? A hot edit of him? Or would he finally see what she looked like? user?*

Well, that was exactly what he needed, it touched a nerve (and maybe his dick too).

"But what?..."he says softly, his eyes fixed on the video ahead as he realizes the content,it's a damn porn video

"You...ah...bitch."he closes his eyes tightly in an attempt to ignore it, but soon he gives in.

The way her hips moved, rubbing against his damn mattress, aroused him immensely, seeing the tips of her soft breasts hardening, and he could feel his own hips moving against the sheet.

Should he give in?

Maybe, darling.

Katsuki knew very well that his fame as a hero would attract strange things, he always knew.

Working all the time was a drag, but the thing he hated most was entering his strangely silent house and looking at his cell phone, realizing how much virtual harassment he had suffered.

He couldn't lie, they (or rather, they too) were quite creative. The other day he stared at his work computer screen right at a TikTok comment.

Oh god, I want to see his explosions come out white!

...

What the hell.

He was incredulous, irritated by all this. Did they even pay attention to how uncomfortable he was? He tried to comment on one of the edits, but they just freaked out at being noticed.

Well, he liked some of them... even if he wouldn't admit it. Seeing everyone drooling over him was kind of cool, sometimes it was.

But His world changed when he met that damn nyan_nerd_3021

Damn follower...

─────────────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹───────────────────

"What the hell?"he muttered while staring at his phone screen, his fingers gripping the phone tightly as he sighed softly. Well, maybe that damn "follower" had tormented him again.

"What the hell is this?" "A picture of me like that time?" he murmurs to himself, feeling his eyes roll so hard it hurts, and then starts typing, naming the comment by nyan_nerd_3021.

"You bastard, leave me alone!" he clicks "send," watching him reply frighteningly fast, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stares incredulously at the screen. He shouldn't feel incredulous; this idiot always did this anyway.

But well, up to this point you can see that this user is a demon in Katsuki's life, right?

He just didn't know that behind the screen was... You

─────────────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹───────────────────

"Finally," he said between breaths, feeling the sudden pain in his muscles, his eyes burning with sleep as he took off his boots and threw them aside.

Should he eat something? Should he take a shower? Maybe yes, maybe no, he was so exhausted that he decided to ignore everything.

"Damn...Mmmm..." he said hoarsely, his voice breaking the silence of the room as he practically crawled to the bedroom, his eyes... He stared at the bed in front of him, and then it seemed too tempting.

"Fuck..." and with a particularly loud groan he collapsed onto the bed, lazily grabbing his phone with one hand while pressing his face against the soft pillow, maybe paying a lot of money for a bed had been worth it.

But his silence was broken when he saw a message from nyan_nerd_3021.

"Damn it?...how did you get my number!" he cursed under his breath, too tired to explode.

Maybe his destiny was to stop ignoring this idiot and finally give in to what he wanted.

And he did.

"What the hell do you want at this hour?" He typed quickly, before realizing that the user had sent him a video, his face heating up as he tried to process what it could be.

A video of him? A hot edit of him? Or would he finally see what the user looked like?

And Well, it was really what he needed, it touched a nerve (and maybe his dick too).*

"But what?..."he says softly, his eyes fixed on the video in front of him as he realizes the content,it's a damn porn video

"You...ah...bastard."he closes his eyes tightly in an attempt to not pay attention to it anymore, but soon he gives in.

The way his hips moved, rubbing against his damn mattress, aroused him immensely, and he could feel his own hips moving against the sheet.

Should he give in?

And he did what he shouldn't have, he gave in, and he gave in a lot.

After those days he started socializing more with you, always touching himself while imagining those videos, but the strange thing was that you never showed your face, and whenever he asked for a picture of you you never sent one, saying you would keep it a secret until the damn day they would... To meet.

And that day arrived.

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"Damn it,"he nervously ran his hand through his hair, stopping at the meeting point while feeling his palms sweat coldly, small nervous explosions erupting in his palms as he tried to calm down, but well, how could he?

"Damn it..."he said softly, his face flushing as he put his hands in his pockets. The place was quite busy, he had already taken pictures with about 6 brats, maybe they'd meet at a damn coffee shop. That must have been a bad idea.

"Ah?"He suddenly looks up, seeing a figure approaching

Damn, is that you?