The Successor (My Hero Academia)

“I feel… good.”
 
A smile of relief spreads across Izuku’s face, though he’s still a little disconcerted by how surprised Himiko looks to be saying those words. How long had she had the whispering voice of her Quirk in the back of her mind?
 
“It was… so hungry. I never even knew just how hungry it was but now… it’s finally quiet. It’s not asking for blood anymore.”
 
Letting out a shuddering breath, Izuku nods.
 
“Good. That’s… good. I’m glad to have helped. It couldn’t have been easy for you, but maybe now you can live something somewhat resembling a normal life…”
 
He trails off as Himiko shakes her head back and forth, a slight frown spreading across her features.
 
“No. There’s no going back for me. My parents… society itself has rejected me. They’d sooner lock me up then let me go free.”
 
Well, he couldn’t exactly deny it. Maybe he’d gotten ahead of himself there a little bit. A ‘normal life’? Even he wasn’t living anything remotely approaching a normal life. All things considered… Himiko would probably just have to settle for being free of her Quirk’s former level of influence, as well as free of the police. He could do that much at least.
 
“I won’t let that happen. You’re safe here, Himiko. As long as you want to stay, you have a place here.”
 
He’s not worried about promising more than he can afford. Tomura will back him up one hundred percent of the time, because that’s the sort of man he is. Izuku has a hands off approach when it comes to his adoptive older brother and his League, but they both know who’s really in charge at the end of the day. More than that though, they’re not the kind of siblings to quibble over that sort of thing. Brothers support each other. Simple as that.
 
Himiko looks startled for a moment, before smiling softly. Izuku feels a slight tension building at the nape of his neck and is confused where it’s coming from for a second before realizing Himiko has a bit of her old look in the way she’s looking at him now. She said the hunger was gone, but that… there’s still some hunger in her eyes.
 
Slowly, carefully, Himiko steps forward. Putting one foot in front of the other, she crosses the room, stepping around the cot and towards him. Apparently, she’s gotten over her fear of him removing her Quirk again in record time. Either that or the fear is completely overshadowed by something… else.
 
“You continue to draw me in, Izuku Midoriya. Your words, your actions, your everything… you’re the most real person in this whole wide world.”
 
Izuku frowns at that, even as he prepares himself in case Himiko has been putting on an act. If she attacks him, it’s back to the drawing board. He hopes that’s not what happens, but he’s also not going to be caught off-guard.
 
“I have many façades, Himiko. I’m not nearly as real as you might think I am. If you’ve been following me for a while now, you should know that I wear many different hats.”
 
She’s standing right in front of him now and her hand comes up. Izuku tenses but doesn’t stop her when she puts her palm on his chest, just gently touching him. After a moment she nods, acknowledging his point.
 
“But you refuse to compromise… it’s beautiful to watch. To exist in the same space as you.”
 
He’s not sure what she’s talking about. He compromises all the time. But before Izuku can disagree with her again, Himiko suddenly leans in, her lips inches from his as she stares at him with wide-eyes.
 
“P-Please… may I kiss you?”
 
On the one hand, he’d thought her obsession with him would break now that her Quirk was no longer demanding his blood. That it hadn’t was a little troubling and certainly quite worrying. On the other hand, Himiko had graduated from trying to stab him to actually asking for permission. Which was a massive step in the right direction as far as Izuku was concerned.
 
In the end, he couldn’t deny the girl. She’d fought like hell to get to this point, and given his numerous other relationships, he would be a shit-heel if he rejected Himiko despite accepting all the others. Still, he’s a little hesitant all the same.
 
“You may… but let’s take it slow Himiko. Alright?”
 
Her eyes still wide as saucers, Himiko just nods… and then leans in to press her lips against his. The kiss is experimental, for lack of a better word. Her tongue works its way across his teeth, and then intertwines with his tongue. As she’s kissing him, Izuku grabs Himiko by the wrists, and then transitions smoothly into holding her hands. Their fingers interlace together, causing her to freeze at the sudden intimate contact.
 
Still, he figured it was best to give her hands something to do so they didn’t revert to muscle memory and try to attack him or something. And indeed, that seems to work quite well. They kiss for quite a while without incident, with Izuku allowing Himiko to take the lead on that front. Until finally, the blonde pulls back for air… and begins to kiss along his jawline and chin instead.
 
Izuku lifts an eyebrow, and he has to admit he’s a little leery about having Himiko’s teeth at his neck as she kisses down from his jaw… but he holds himself still, letting her do as she pleases. It’s a show of trust, and something that Izuku thinks Himiko needs at this point. She needs to know that he believes in her. She needs to know that he knows she’s no longer beholden to her darker impulses.
 
Slowly, still holding hands with him, Himiko lowers herself to her knees. The entire while, she keeps throwing glances up at Izuku, as though she expects him to stop her at any time. But this is her rodeo, he’s decided. Which means he’s not going to stop her unless she becomes violent and he has to.
 
That said, once she’s kneeling before him properly, her eyes fixated on his crotch. She glances at either of her hands, still intertwined with his and for a moment, Izuku assumes she’s going to pull free. But she seems loath to do so, her face scrunching up and her grasp of his hands actually getting stronger as she grips down all the more tightly.
 
In the end, Himiko leans forward and insists on only using her mouth and teeth to begin unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. It takes quite a while for her to do so admittedly. She’s obviously not had to do something like this before, and if she HAD been practiced or experienced in this sort of thing, he would probably have been a little disturbed.
 
Regardless, she uses just her mouth to get first his pants open, and then pull his boxers down. When his cock finally flops out of its confines and slaps down across Himiko’s face, she doesn’t flinch away or whimper in pain or anything like that. No, she gasps in delight, going cross-eyed just trying to stare at it. Her tongue slips out and licks at the underside of his twitching member for a moment, just a quick lap, before she focuses on his face again.
 
“M-May I?”
 
Chuckling at the overly cautious Himiko Toga he’s now dealing with, Izuku nods his head in easy agreement. This prompts the red-eyed blonde to begin nuzzling his cock and moaning, before ultimately she slides his dick off of her face so she can properly take him in her mouth. All the while, she’s still holding onto his hands for dear life, as though they’re her safety blanket. As she sucks in her cheeks and begins to bob up and down his cock, Izuku groans, enjoying the… show of appreciation that Himiko is currently giving him.
 
She didn’t have to do this. She didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. But Izuku wasn’t the kind of man who turned down an offer from a cute young woman like Himiko. In the end, he hadn’t gone out of his way to fix her Quirk because he wanted to fuck her… but he certainly wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity when she was just oh-so-grateful to him.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
In no time at all, Himiko is gorging herself on his cock. She’s really going to town on his dick, leaving Izuku groaning all the louder as she swirls her tongue this way and that. She’s not any more experienced at fellatio than she was at kissing, but what she lacks in skill, she makes up for with enthusiasm and an eagerness… as well as not knowing when to quit. Deep-throating his member, her eyes threaten to roll back in her head as she quite literally chokes herself to the point of almost passing out on his cock.
 
Any time she seems like she’s going too long without coming up for air, Izuku pulls back a little bit, forcing her to breathe as she tries to follow him. But ultimately, it’s still Himiko’s show and he’s still letting her take this at her own pace. It’s just that her own pace is positively insane.
 
It’s not long before Izuku is grunt as he nears the point of no return. Not long at all until finally he lets out a hoarse shout and begins to cum. He tries to warn her, but his words wash over Himiko like nothing. She does not stop, she does not slow down. In fact… she outright guzzles his seed like it’s the best thing she’s ever had, drinking it down nonstop as she stares up at him with what might as well have been heart-shaped pupils in her eyes.
 
… Tch, he hadn’t thought about that, had he? He needed to be careful to make sure he didn’t help Himiko trade one addiction for another. Still… better cum than blood, he figured. And so long as it was her choice and not the choice of her Quirk… he supposed he could make it work.
 
As she comes off of his cock with a pop, licking her lips wolfishly, Himiko moans.
 
“More…”
 
Chuckling, Izuku just nods at that, hoisting her up to her feet by the hands he’s still holding.
 
“Your wish is my command.”
 
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Katsumi Bakugou has not been having an easy time of it of late. She didn’t understand where it had all started to go wrong. She’d made it into UA, hadn’t she?! She’d gotten a super high score on the Entrance Exam too! They’d told her she got the highest combat points score in the entire exam, even! Of course, there was the mention of some hidden thing called ‘rescue points’, but fuck that shit. She’d beat their little exam, and handily too.
 
And yet… and yet, when her first day at UA had arrived, HE had shown up to ruin it. Izuku fucking Midoriya. The bastard had dared to ruin her big moment. That useless Deku didn’t get to breathe the same air as her, let alone go to the same Hero School as her!
 
Or at least, that’s what she’d been thinking when she’d challenged him to that complete mess of a fight. She just… she needed to get rid of him. It didn’t matter if he’d somehow gotten stronger or suddenly developed a Quirk. She couldn’t be in the same space as him, she refused.
 
Unfortunately, things had not gone according to plan. She’d lost their duel and quite badly at that. Even blowing off his clothes hadn’t stopped him. It hadn’t done anything but accidentally expose Katsumi to just how ripped the useless Deku had gotten. And in the wake of her defeat… she wasn’t even allowed to call him Deku anymore! Ugh, the whole situation was a crapshoot.
 
And then the Battle Trial had happened and she’d got her ass beat yet again. And that exchange between them had happened.
 
Not in a million years.
 
It was a childish response to her enraged expletives. It shouldn’t have meant anything. And yet it had stuck with her. Just like the way he kept kicking her ass was sticking with her. Katsumi Bakugou hated herself for it. She loathed her weakness. She was not supposed to be some pathetic, lovesick brat who got off on… on LOSING all the time!
 
Trudging up to her front door, head hanging low, Katsumi grumbles as she makes her way inside her house quietly for once. Her normal boisterous “I’M HOME” followed by a door slam and an argument started with her mother is nowhere to be seen. She’s just not in the mood.
 
She’s definitely NOT thinking of going straight to her room and doing anything o-on her bed though! No sir! She’s just… she’s just going to do homework. And she’s going to keep Izuku Midoriya and his smug handsome face out of her head.

That’s the plan anyways. But no plan survives contact with the enemy.
 
“-t able to answer right now. Leave a message after the beep.” BEEEEEP~
 
Stopping dead in her tracks as the voice of the very man she was just thinking about hits her ears, Katsumi’s eyes go wide as she stares at the wall. It takes her a second to realize it was just Izuku’s voicemail. A prerecorded message. But then… who was calling the bastard in HER house?
 
“A-Ah… mm, Izuku… I just wanted to… see if you might be available. I still have s-so much to apologize for. I want to… m-make it up to you~”
 
Her mother’s breathless tone has her sounding like she’s on the verge of crying. Eyes wide, Katsumi carefully and quietly makes her way towards Mitsuki’s voice, eventually peeking through a doorway to see the older woman laid out on the couch… and touching herself.
 
“I’m t-touching myself right now just thinking about you. I’ve got my fingers in my s-slutty little pussy. It’s begging f-for your cock. Mm, my daughter w-will be home soon… calling r-right now is dangerous, isn’t it? But I don’t mind. I want you, Izuku. I want you to fuck me again.”
 
A-Again?! AGAIN?! Katsumi damn-near explodes right then and there, but instead her eyes wide and her mouth open, she just stands there frozen, listening on in mortification and horror… and perhaps just a little intrigue.
 
“I-I won’t take up too much of your time… just call me b-back whenever you’re free.”
 
With that, Mitsumi Bakugou hangs up the call and leans back on the couch, eyes drifting shut as she continues playing with herself, touching her tits and her slit at the same time, moaning Izuku’s name under her breath. Katsumi just stands there, not sure what to do. Not sure how to react or… or move forward.
 
Izuku Midoriya had fucked her mother. Izuku Midoriya had fucked her MOTHER!
 
(Izuku Midoriya had fucked her mother… before her.)

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The Patreon Vote:

[X] Katsumi confronts her mother - 47%
[  ] Katsumi confronts Izuku - 27%
[  ] Katsumi decides to investigate further - 27%