The Successor (My Hero Academia)

 

After a moment, Izuku snorts at himself. Who was he kidding? Fucking Mitsuki Bakugou wasn’t that much of a hardship. No, in fact, plowing the horny, cheating MILF silly was quite the treat if he was being honest. Rolling his eyes in amusement, Izuku shoots off a quick text, not bothering to actually call her. He lets Mitsuki know that he’ll be by tomorrow afternoon and that she had better be ready for him when he is.

 

Her response comes immediately, making Izuku roll his eyes a second time at how overly eager the bitch is. He’s going to have fun fucking her silly, oh yes he is…

 

Setting his phone down for the night, Izuku lays his head down upon his pillow and goes to sleep.

 

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The next day at school, nothing much of note happens… which is in and of itself sort of ‘of note’. Specifically, Momo doesn’t approach him even once during the day, leaving Izuku somewhat concerned. However, she does shoot him a few glances, biting her lower lip… and when he makes eye contact with her, she smiles, blushes prettily, and nods.

 

Izuku imagines that must mean she’s hard at work on the task he’d set before her and doesn’t think she’s allowed to approach him until she succeeds. That definitely wasn’t the impression he’d been trying to give, but eh, no use worrying about it now. From the smile and nod, he assumed she was making progress still. If she suddenly looked downtrodden or worried, Izuku would approach Momo himself and make sure she was alright.

 

On the other hand, Katsumi also keeps on staring at him the entire day but without actually confronting him. It’s incredibly weird behavior, especially when his senses tell him that the normally bombastic blonde is aroused the whole while. Not one insult leaves her lips… not even a single exclamation manages to come out of her all day long.

 

Some of the other students of Class 1-A are even looking at her strangely by the day’s end, but Katsumi barrels out of the room the moment the last bell goes off, not allowing anyone to stop her or talk to her as she races away as fast as she possibly can.

 

Izuku finds that to be weird… right up until he gets to Mitsuki’s place later that afternoon. Walking up to the Bakugou Household, he knocks on the door. There’s a brief pause as he senses someone coming up on the other side… and then its thrown open and Izuku can only stare at Mitsuki Bakugou dressed in a sheer nightie with a lacy bra and panty set underneath it. She blushes and poses for him for a moment where anyone passing by on the street could see her… and then she loses her nerve a moment later and hurriedly grabs him by the hand, pulling him inside.

 

Izuku lets her… even as he can tell they’re not alone in the house. A frown tries to worm its way onto his face, but he suppresses it for the time being, hiding his true reaction. Was this… some sort of ambush? Or maybe a sick game? Mitsuki doesn’t say a word as she tugs him upstairs towards the Master Bedroom. Her heart is racing a mile a minute in her chest though, and there’s tension in every fiber of her beautiful MILF body.

 

As soon as they enter the bedroom, Izuku gains far more clarity on what’s going on. The other person in the house is hiding in the closet… and they are female. More precisely, he knows exactly who it is. He recognizes her smell. He recognizes her everything, really. Katsumi Bakugou is hiding in the closet… bound and gagged.

 

Izuku can’t help but blink for a second at that last part. As his Extrasensory Quirks register the rope and ball gag that Katsumi is currently trussed up with, Izuku’s brow begins to furrow for a moment. Surely… surely Mitsuki isn’t forcing her daughter to do this, is she? Surely Katsumi, given her Quirk, wouldn’t be susceptible to such a thing?

 

Looking more closely… no. Izuku doesn’t think Katsumi has been forced into this position. Not only does he have her behavior throughout the day to go off of, but also… she’s tied up in such a way that her hands are bound in front of her instead of behind her. And said hands are currently BOTH between her thighs, desperately working away at her drooling cunt as she spies on him and her mother through the crack in the closet door.

 

“Izuku?”

 

He’s slowed down time so he could take all of this in, but even with all of that extra reaction time in his head, Izuku has paused long enough to make Mitsuki worry. The beautiful MILF has turned and sat on the edge of her marital bed, facing him as she spreads her legs apart, showing off her beautiful body, clad in only the flimsiest of garments.

 

Her lingerie is less clothing and more an excuse to ravage her… but now that he knows Katsumi is watching, Izuku has to admit, he’s been thrown for a loop. But… he gets over it quite quickly. Finding his equilibrium takes all of a moment more, and then he’s striding forward and reaching out to grab Mitsuki by her hair.

 

The MILF gasps as he yanks her head back and leans in, kissing her deeply on the mouth with plenty of tongue. The angle for Katsumi to see this is perfect, giving the hidden young woman quite the show. However, what Katsumi can’t see is Izuku speaking out of the other side of his mouth. And she certainly can’t hear him either. Only Mitsuki can.

 

“Don’t react to this. Springing an audience on me is most unappreciated, bitch.”

 

Mitsuki jolts as if struck and despite his order, when he finally pulls away, she looks at him in dismay and fear.

 

“I-!”

 

But then his words truly catch up to her, and she clams up, silencing herself as she blushes most severely. Which is good, because if she’d tipped Katsumi off to him knowing that she was there, Izuku would have turned and left. To cover up for her minor lapse, Izuku just snorts derisively.

 

“You weak little slut. Already so wet for me. No wonder you raised such a weak daughter in turn. Assume the position.”

 

Mitsuki blushes and flips onto her front, kneeling on the edge of the bed and lifting her ass into the air for him as she flips up the back of her nightie. Meanwhile, the purpose behind Katsumi’s ball-gag becomes apparent as Izuku hears a faint ‘mmph!’ from the direction of the closet. Despite her arousal, despite the fact that she’s fingering herself right now, the hot-headed blonde still reacts with instinctive and involuntary indignation at being called ‘weak’.

 

Chuckling darkly, Izuku unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, pulling his cock out of its confines. Looking back over her shoulder, Mitsuki gasps and mewls at the sight of it, wiggling her hips in eager anticipation of what is to come. Meanwhile, over in the closet, Katsumi’s arousal spikes at the sight of his dick as well. Ah, but then it would be the first time she’s actually seen it, wouldn’t it? She got a glimpse of a bulge when she blew his clothes away in the forest, but his boxers had remained intact.

 

Now she was seeing the real deal. Lucky her. Stepping forward, letting his cock swing back and forth with the movement as it grows thicker and harder by the second, Izuku reaches out and grabs Mitsuki by her hips. His throbbing mast slaps up against her panty-clad crotch, and she hurries to reach down and tug the lacy lingerie aside to give him access. But even as his tip touches her slit, Izuku doesn’t thrust forward.

 

“You want my cock so badly? You can earn it, bitch.”

 

Blinking, Mitsuki looks back at him, panting needily at this point.

 

“H-How should I earn it… s-sir?”

 

Smirking at the respectful address, Izuku hums.

 

“Good start. As for how you can earn it… start by reminding me why I’m here again. Tell me, why am I about to fuck you?”

 

Mitsuki blushes and her eyes dart towards the closet for a moment before she responds.

 

“… Because I’m a terrible mother, sir. Because my daughter is an awful bully, and I have to make up for her upbringing with my body~”

 

She moans out that last bit, shuddering and quivering in humiliated delight. Over in the closet, Katsumi lets out another quite ‘mmph’ of anger but doesn’t make any move to escape from her bondage or the closet. Izuku just smiles… and rears back a hand, bringing it down on Mitsuki’s ass in a resounding slap that causes both her AND her hidden daughter to jolt.

 

S-SMACK!

 

“That’s right. Your bitch of a daughter led us to this point, didn’t she? Except… that’s not quite so true anymore, is it? What’s the REAL reason we’re here today, Mitsuki?”

 

For a moment, the MILF radiates confusion. Then, understanding dawns and her blush grows even more pronounced as she trembles beneath his imperious gaze. In the closet, Katsumi is definitely still confused… right up until her mother spells it out for her.

 

“Because I want it. I-I don’t care about my daughter or what she did to you, sir. Not really. We’re here today because I’m a worthless cheating slut who wanted you to fuck me again, not because I want to make up for my actions or hers. I just want to be fucked by you, sir. I want your big fat cock to rearrange my insides! I want you to use me like your personal whore!”

 

Izuku grins… and finally thrusts into Mitsuki at long last. She lets out a lewd cry as he penetrates her from behind, filling her with every inch of his cock in one, two, three rapid thrusts. He drills deeply into her, stretching her pussy out on his dick and causing her moans to fill the bedroom. In the closet, Katsumi has gone absolutely still at her mother’s declaration. The knowledge that this isn’t about her anymore… has shocked her into frozen silence.

 

Or rather, she’s frozen for a bit at least. The harder Izuku fucks her mother from behind, the more Mitsuki moans wantonly like the whore she’s declared herself to be… finally, Katsumi’s hands begin to work away at her cunt again. Her arousal permeates Izuku’s senses, even as Mitsuki’s arousal coats his cock and makes the passage in and out of her twat all the slicker and all the quicker.

 

It’s impossible not to expend at least some of his focus on Katsumi as he fucks her own mother right in front of her. The girl had made it her job to torment him and make his life as much a living hell as she possibly could for years. All because of an incident in their childhood where he stole her Quirk for a handful of moments. An incident that she clearly didn’t even properly remember. If she had remembered Katsumi’s reaction to him suddenly having a Quirk would have been vitriolic and aggressively hostile for a whole different reason other than him potentially suddenly being better than her.

 

And yet, now here they were. His bully had a thing for him. Izuku had ignored it initially, back in the forest. Katsumi’s arousal at having him defeat her so easily had been something he had willfully set aside and decided not to interact with. Yet here he was all the same. Despite choosing to leave here in those woods to stew in her strange perversions, he found himself back here, letting her watch him fuck her mother silly.

 

Mitsuki’s moans fill the bedroom, hiding any muffled sounds coming from the closet. Not that the MILF is doing it on purpose, since she already knows that he knows Katsumi is there. But even still, the lewd cries and loud groans coming from her mother allow for Katsumi’s own voice to slip out through her ball-gag more and more.

 

Izuku, meanwhile, pounds into Mitsuki from behind, spanking her ass for good measure as he fucks her. All the while, he considers what he’s going to do. Fucking Mitsuki Bakugou is one thing. Having her not only badmouth her daughter, but also admit that Katsumi wasn’t even the reason this was happening at this point… that had felt good as well.

 

But at some point, he would probably be expected to do something about Katsumi, wouldn’t he? Did she want him to fuck her? Or was she content with just watching? Was HE content with letting her just watch? Or did he want to extract a pound of flesh from the bitch? On the one hand, he’d had to suffer Katsumi’s pathetic bullying for years to hide his true nature… and out of some small amount of affection that remained for her.

 

That was the truth of the matter, as much as he hated to admit it. Some small part of him, even after all this time, still cared for Katsumi Bakugou. She might not remember much of their childhood friendship, but Izuku remembered every last bit of it. Held up against the entirety of their relationship as enemies it didn’t really manage to compare… but it had kept her alive all this time.

 

His father had offered to have Katsumi disposed of more than once. As much as her actions had helped them set things up to trick All-Might into giving Izuku his Quirk, it wasn’t as though they’d always needed her from the very beginning or anything like that. No, there had been moments over the years where his father had asked if Izuku wanted Katsumi dead… and Izuku had considered it.

 

But he’d never said yes. And though he didn’t consider the bitch worth his time or the hassle these days, there was some truth to the fact that he’d left her alive all this time.

 

… God, he was getting sappy, wasn’t he? With a growl, Izuku redoubles his efforts to fuck Mitsuki Bakugou silly. And in an instant, he decides somewhat impulsively to do something rather reckless. He thrusts forward deep inside of Mitsuki, pounding against the entrance of her womb itself… and as she’s squealing and orgasming explosively all over his cock, he cums inside of her, filling her with his seed and creampieing her on the spot.

 

As he does so, Izuku growls, his words coming from the heart.

 

“We’ll have to see if you do a better job with your next child then your first, bitch.”

 

The moment Mitsuki registers Izuku’s words, she cums yet again, another climax starting mere moments after the first finishes, her entire body shuddering and spasming beneath him as she creams herself gleefully at the thought of him knocking her up.

 

But Izuku barely pays her any mind. He’s too busy focusing on what Katsumi is going to do next.

 

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