The Successor (My Hero Academia)

 

He doesn’t have to wait long. Even as he’s pulling out of a still-climaxing Mitsuki Bakugou, the gorgeous, fucked silly MILF spasming and shaking like a particularly voluptuous leaf underneath him, Izuku hears a sudden slam from the direction of the closet.

 

Banging her way out, a tied up Katsumi with eyes blazing and face bright red underneath her gag falls forward onto the floor.

 

“MMPH!”

 

Izuku tilts his head, watching her as the ill-tempered young blonde struggles for a moment before finally just igniting her bodily fluids. There’s certainly an awful lot of sweat and other secretions at this point, and in an instant the gag and the rope bondage are burnt up, leaving her smoking a bit as she shakily gets up off of the ground, her entire body trembling from the effort.

 

Glaring at him, she points angrily, jabbing her finger in his direction.

 

“S-Shitty Deku… you… you b-bastard…”

 

In response, he lifts a single questioning eyebrow. He’s a little surprised that this is where Katsumi is going with this. He didn’t think she had any pride left, not if she agreed to let her own mother tie her up, gag her, and stick her in a closet so she could spy on him and Mitsuki having sex.

 

Stomping forward, Katsumi growls. Izuku, of course, holds his ground. Sure, he might have his pants open and his dick still out, but in comparison to the completely naked Katsumi, he was much more clothed. Of course, this results in her reaching up and grabbing hold of his shirt collar as soon as she gets in range. In response, Izuku just stares at her placidly, not intimidated in the slightest.

 

“N-Not… not in a million years, huh? But you’ll fuck my own mother, w-won’t you? Well… well, if you want me to keep this a secret, you’ll fucking do as I say… and fuck me too!”

 

It takes him a moment to process her words despite the numerous Mind-Enhancing Quirks he has at his disposal. Mostly because… the audacity of this bitch. It’s truly staggering. Looking at the hand clutching at his collar, and then back at Katsumi herself, Izuku can’t decide whether to laugh or rage at her. In the end… he does neither. She’s not worth the effort.

 

Reaching up, Izuku grabs Katsumi’s hand and slowly, easily pulls each finger free of his collar. She fights him every step of the way of course, but he’s just that much stronger than her. Something they both knew by this point, of course. Something that he can tell turns Katsumi on more than the blonde bully cares to admit. She shudders as he pulls her hand off of his collar entirely and then lets it go with an almost contemptuous shove that rocks her back a step.

 

“That was your big gambit, Katsumi? Spy on your mother having sex with me, and then threaten to tattle on us in order to get me to fuck you? Why the fuck would I care if your mother’s marriage went up in smoke? Why would I care if people found out that I bagged a smoking hot MILF? Think it through, Katsumi. Do you REALLY want anyone to know that I fucked your mom? Do you?”

 

Trembling, eyes widen, Katsumi licks her lips and opens them to speak… but nothing comes out. Izuku is once again a little surprised. He’s never seen Katsumi speechless before. Smiling thinly, Izuku leans in close to deliver the coup de gras.

 

“Besides… who do you think they’re going to believe if I decide to dispute you? All Might’s protégé… or some little bitch who has a history of violence and refusing to play well with others? Do you REALLY think that you have any better of a chance against me in a battle of social influence than you do a real fight?”

 

As he pulls back, he sees the moment she realizes he’s right alight in her eyes. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing Katsumi Bakugou helpless. Frankly, it’s enough to make him pop a new erection, his cock throbbing down below as she… collapses to her knees, broken and defeated.

 

He watches her eyes go crossed as she sees what she’s just put herself in front of. He sees her freeze up, staring at the cock that just ravaged her mother. The cock that might have just given her a new baby brother or sister. And he watches as she hesitates for only a moment before beginning to submissively lean forward, just the tip of her tongue starting to trace out.

 

Then, he snorts and turns away from her. Whipping his cock out of her reach, Izuku begins fixing up his clothes and making his way towards the bedroom door. Did she really think that he was going to fuck her after all that? Did she-

 

“W-Wait! Deku… p-please…”

 

Stopping in his tracks, Izuku pauses for a moment. Did she really just say ‘please’? Now THAT was new. In fact, he was pretty sure that he’d never heard the word come from Katsumi Bakugou’s lips, not one single time in all the years they’d known each other. He hadn’t thought it was part of the cunt’s vocabulary, truth be told.

 

Slowly, he turns around. He doesn’t make a move to step back towards her, but he also doesn’t leave. Instead, he pins Katsumi with a stare.

 

“Please… what?”

 

Looking like every word is having to be torn from her, Katsumi grimaces but stares hungrily at his cock.

 

“P-Please… fuck me…”

 

A request rather than a demand. Frankly, she’s dangerously close to outright begging. Could he push her the rest of the way there if he tried? Might as well find out. Taking a step forward, he notes the hope suddenly blazing to life in her eyes. He enjoys ruthlessly crushing it with his next words, even as he stalks back over to her.

 

“Why should I, bitch? You’re a treacherous, backstabbing cunt who betrayed me as a child for something outside of my control.”

 

Not quite true… but close enough. Technically, if Izuku had been Quirkless it would have been completely outside of his control. But he wasn’t. Still, his father had made him pretend he was. And while Izuku had gone along with it… he was a kid. It wasn’t like he had a real choice. What, let the whole world know his Quirk and disappoint his father in the process? No, that was never an option.

 

Regardless, the words definitely hit home as he moves closer to her. Katsumi’s eyes are wide as she’s forced once again to confront her own inadequacies. Except this time, all of the venom and vinegar she would normally thrust out as a shield to protect herself from having to actually come face to face with her flaws isn’t present. She’s already on her knees before him. She’s already begging him.

 

“And even setting aside that, there’s the fact that even now, you can’t follow a simple fucking instruction. Even now, you can’t be trusted to keep to your word.”

 

She blinks at that, confusion on her face as her mouth opens… but Izuku cuts her off before she can be stupid enough to ask what he’s talking about.

 

“I beat you, bitch. I beat you in our little unsanctioned duel fair and square. And I had the good grace to let you stay at UA afterwards, didn’t I? But there was just one thing I asked from you. One thing we agreed the victor would get from the loser. Do you remember what it fucking was? I know you don’t, because you’re still fucking doing it. You’re still calling me fucking DEKU!”

 

Katsumi flinches back at the volume of his voice. The normally caustic, abrasive, and all around toxic girl wavers, shivering in the face of his race. This is her without that crunchy exterior to hide her true self. This is Katsumi Bakugou at her weakest and most vulnerable. Izuku can’t help but take advantage of that fact.

 

Though even he’s caught off guard by the next words out of her mouth.

 

“I… I’m s-sorry.”

 

Izuku just stares at her for a moment as she hangs her head. She’s sorry? He snorts in derision and then grabs her by her hair. Katsumi cries out as he yanks her head back, tugging at her scalp. He silences that cry by shoving his throbbing erection right into her mouth, forcing her to suck his cock. Not that she fights back. In fact, he even feels a little bit of her tongue along the underside of his dick as she tries to assist, despite having very clearly never performed fellatio in her life.

 

“You’re sorry?! You’re fucking sorry?! You dumb bitch, I don’t want your apologies!”

 

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

 

He rather viciously fucks her face. Katsumi’s hands come up and grab at the front of his pants… but rather than trying to push him away, she clings to him, holding on for dear life as he rails her tight, convulsing throat, pounding away into her esophagus and gullet with all his might.

 

“You’re a useless, worthless cunt… in fact, I imagine this might be all you’re good for, in the end. After all, with me around… why would anyone want YOU?”

 

Katsumi’s eyes widen at that, even as she gurgles around his cock. Staring down at her reddened face, at the drool and saliva slowly coalescing around the sides of her stretched mouth, Izuku sneers. It runs counter to his actual plans, of course. He has no intention of being another All Might. Not in the way the older man was. All Might was the so-called Pillar of Hope, but for all the good he did, the bad could be seen everywhere one looked.

 

The man’s presence utterly obliterated competition. His strength left the other Pro Heroes either barely trying or vying for anything BUT first place. Ultimately, he engendered complacency and laziness through his singular pursuit of heroism. By being the best HE could be, he did not inspire as much as he let everyone think they could just get by with what they had, because they would always be safe under his aegis.

 

Forgetting that All Might was only one man. Forgetting that he was only mortal and would eventually die. Hell, the last Izuku had seen of Yagi, the man would probably die very soon indeed…

 

But it didn’t matter if All Might wasn’t long for this world, because Izuku had a plan. He wasn’t just going to take the man’s place. He was going to do it all better. With the proper people by his side, he was going to make this world a better place that encouraged exemplary service, rather than giving everyone a false sense of security.

 

In THAT regard, he actually did need Katsumi. Or rather, he needed people like her. Not exactly like her. There were a number of less than desirable qualities to the bitch that would need to be excised if she was going to be a productive member of society. But there was one way in which Katsumi excelled. Her dogged desire to always improve, to always do better, to always be stronger.

 

He could use that… once he made her his.

 

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

 

Abruptly, Izuku yanks Katsumi off of his cock, leaving the poor blonde girl sputtering and gasping for air. Drool and saliva connect his dick to her lips for a moment before dropping down as he pulls her further away and thrusts her face first into the ground. Pinning her to the floor of her mother’s bedroom with a foot on the back of her head, Izuku crouches over her… and takes hold of his spit-polished dick, covered in Katsumi’s saliva.

 

Placing it against her pussy lips, he can feel her anticipation and excitement right off the bat. Her cunt all but caresses his dick tip like a long lost lover, attempting to try and suck him in though to no avail. Smirking, Izuku waits for a beat… and then thrusts down into her, finally plunging the length of his cock into her horny, aroused cunt.

 

He could have had her back in the forest probably. He could have made her his bitch right then and there. But no… this was better. This was on HIS terms, and now Katsumi was going to learn just what it meant to be under someone.

 

Railing her from above, pounding into her pussy with all his might, Izuku snarls as he fucks her hard and fast. In response, Katsumi squeals like a stuck pig, her inner walls clenching down around his shaft to no avail. She can neither keep him out of her nor hold him in place. His intrusion is constant and never-ending, his pistoning in and out of her drooling quim relentless in its intensity.

 

Losing all semblance of control, Katsumi makes little explosions off of her body as he fucks her raw. Nothing that can harm Izuku, though the floor ends up more than a little blackened from her shuddering, quivering Quirk Expressions. Her pussy walls tighten up around his dick in the telltale signs of an orgasm… and Katsumi puts whole new meaning to the definition of ‘explosive orgasm’ as her pussy juices literally ignite upon his shaft.

 

Luckily, Izuku is more than durable enough to handle her. But even still… he sneers and brings up a hand, only to bring it down HARD on her buttocks.

 

S-SMACK!

 

“Control yourself, cunt. What are you, a toddler? Not even able to handle your own Quirk…”

 

Leaning over her, Izuku whispers so that only Katsumi can hear him. Over on the bed, Mitsuki has recovered enough to turn over onto her back and touch herself as she watched him manhandle her daughter with lidded eyes, but these next words aren’t for her. They’re only for Katsumi.

 

“Control your Quirk… or I might just have to take it from you.”

 

Katsumi’s entire body freezes up in cold, stark terror as those words flit through her mind. Izuku smiles, wondering if his words are jogging a memory for her or anything. Either way, he continues fucking her and even continues slapping her ass for good measure, spanking her until it’s nice and red under his hands.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

 

However, Katsumi doesn’t have another incident of unintended Quirk Expression. Arousal mixed with fear is etched through every line of her person at his threat, even as Izuku hums. Fucking her like this is all well and good… but he’s already considering changing things up. He doesn’t want to get monotonous, after all.

 

Pinning Katsumi to the floor with a foot to the back of her head and her ass high into the air so he can rail her sloppy pussy has been amazing… but Izuku is already looking to what comes next. He wants to really drive this point home for her. He wants to make it clear to her that this… this is the new status quo for the two of them.

 

After a moment, he grins and begins to pull out, eager to put his plan into action.