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The fall semester starts off infinitely better than the previous one. Instead of floundering about, trying to make his mark like he had in the beginning of the year, Katsuki lives like a goddamn emperor. He has a different girl in his bed every night, and his male classmates revere him for what he's managed to accomplish.
All except for a few notable losers, at least. Deku, Four-Eyes, and Todoroki, to be specific. The three of them condemn Katsuki, though rarely openly. Deku often stares thoughtfully at Ochako, big green eyes looking for a sign of something—resistance, maybe. He worries about Katsuki's girls, especially when more of them end up pregnant. At some point, Aizawa calls Katsuki in for a meeting discussing the obvious. It's a lot of Katsuki blinking innocently at the man and claiming that there's no way to know for sure he's the father and, therefore, he cannot be blamed for the decisions of these strong, independent heroines.
Aizawa, of course, looked at him like he was full of shit, but didn't do anything otherwise. It isn't his job to corral a bunch of horny teenagers and he doesn't seem to care for their interpersonal relationships. He did happen to let it slip that he was just following up on an anonymous complaint, and Katsuki is pretty sure it came from useless Deku. He doesn't have proof, though, and it could just as easily be Iida.
Iida who looks down on such impropriety, finding it unbecoming of a soon-to-be hero. Their class rep finds the behavior atrocious and insists that everyone involved is disrespecting themselves by letting such things happen. He brings up his brother, Ingenium, quite often as a means of example. He says the man is honorable and chivalrous, the kind of hero they all should aspire to be like. It's quite funny because Ingenium has something like forty different sidekicks and a number of them are female. His PR team promotes it like a source of pride, a level of inclusivity no other agency holds a candle to.
The rumors Katsuki hears paint a different picture. There isn't proof of this either, but the word on the street is that Ingenium bangs his sidekicks like no tomorrow. He's a fit, handsome guy that treats them well, so girls flock to train under him and, in exchange for a place at his agency, they happily spread their legs. Not quite the perfect hero that Iida imagines him to be but, hey, maybe Katsuki's wrong.
(He isn't because he's never wrong, but Four-Eyes can believe whatever he wants if it helps him sleep at night.)
Todoroki is in a similar boat but he, at least, sees the reality of his hero family for what it is. His father, Endeavor, absolutely raped his mother to get a bunch of kids out of her. Katsuki only knows a bit of the story from what he's overheard Todoroki say to Deku, but he seems resigned to the fact that most of the heroes they grew up with are actually pretty shitty. He finds Katsuki's behavior equally abhorrent, he just doesn't bother doing anything about it. There's no reason to, really, when he's likely going to have an arranged marriage like his father where he rapes a couple kids into his wife and carries on the family name. Katsuki thinks it would have been Momo, if she went on to become the respectable Creati her family expects her to be but, either way, Todoroki knows there is no fighting the system.
The three boys are annoying but harmless. Deku is too much of a coward to step to him, Iida has no power, and Todoroki has his own problems to deal with. The rest of their class stays in their lane, either uncaring or intrigued by the open secret of Katsuki's relationships. He often sees his more reserved classmates risking glances at the girls, and Katsuki's friends (mostly Sero) smirk at them, knowing that only those in Katsuki's inner circle are allowed to touch. For the most part, anyway.
Of those in 1-A—and Yuuei as a whole, if he's being honest—there's only one person who actually cares enough to stand up to him, and it's his final target: Asui Tsuyu.
Tsu is a strange case. She's the shortest girl in class, as well as the skinniest, with an excellent height to weight ratio. She's in the low thirties, if he had to guess, and her limbs are practically skin and bones. She's lanky with stick legs and hollowed out features up to her face, which is round like a frog's. Her breasts and hips, too, are much rounder and plusher than they really ought to be with how the rest of her is shaped. He'd expect her to be closer to Jirou, fairly flat and rectangular. Instead, Tsu is a mixture of random features from two different body types—and two different species.
If he looks at her body alone, she's the perfect inspiration for his girls. She's the ideal his mother often searches for. Until you reach her head, at least. Her face is wide, her skin is a weird texture and the color of mucus green, and her eyes blink slowly and look identical to that of a frog. Her freakish tongue is the least odd thing about her, and looking at her makes irritation prickle at the back of his neck.
Her body is attractive and the way she ties her hair into a bow is cute, but she's too mutated for him to really take her seriously. It's rare that mutants survive in the modeling industry; they have to be picked up by designers that focus specifically on them, something most people don't aim for. Tsu is a tragedy because she's almost there. If she'd just had less frog in her features, he'd have lined up to fuck her on day one.
Instead, he had to leave her for last and deal with her butting into his business.
"Did you hear about Tsu?" Mina asks him, about a month after he fucked Momo. She lounges in his bed, naked. "Or have you been too focused on punishing 'Chako?"
Katsuki spins around in his desk chair, leaving his studying for later. One of the pages in front of him is a list of ideas for how he wants to handle her, but most of them are crossed out. He has no idea what to do about her. So far, he's just kept her at arm's length, while he starts the process of integrating Hagakure back into his routine.
"What about her?" he asks.
"She's been asking around about how you treat us," Mina says casually, resting her cheek on her palm. "Tooru and Ochako, mostly. But she's spoken to Momo, too, and asked a few of the guys—none of ours, though."
Katsuki raises an eyebrow. "Why is she doing that?"
"Rumor has it she thinks you're hurting us," Mina says. "I heard from Tokoyami, who heard from Shouji, who heard from Koda, who talked to Tsu, that she wants to try and save us from your dastardly clutches. Something about reporting you to the principal for the teen pregnancies and general mistreatment or something."
Hm. He should've seen this coming, really. If anyone were going to report him, it would be one of the girls, whether he got his hands on them or not.
"Has anyone said anything damning?" he asks, already running through his various backup plans for what he'll say and do when he's inevitably called into the office.
"Not as far as I know, but I hear she's looking more to literal evidence in their performances. Not me, though, since I'm already bottom of the class, y'know, but the others have been struggling to keep up with the course load since they have to spend so much time with you. Yaomomo, especially."
That's… probably more damning than any single testimony. Beyond the physical proof of his baby in their wombs, all of his girls have dropped in class rankings, quite substantially, or have underperformed in Aizawa's drills and aptitude tests. Jirou dropped five places, Ochako dropped three, and Hagakure dropped two. Mina has been the same, just above Kaminari, and Momo…
Well, she goes from first in their entire class to tenth, right under Mineta, and she'll probably keep dropping. Her usual study sessions were replaced by an hour of horribly degrading sex every other day or so. She doesn't have as much time to allocate to being vice representative of their class either. Not that it really matters. Everyone already knows Four-Eyes does more in a week than she's done since she got the position. She's a secretary at best and, in Katsuki's opinion, that means she's much better suited doing her job under a desk.
She's pissed about it, though, and constantly whining about her lost opportunities. The control Katsuki has on her isn't as strong as he assumed it would be after he took her virginity. Either he misread the situation or she's much more mentally resilient than he thought. She insists she needs to prioritize her studies just as much as her diet in order to succeed as a hero. No matter what he says to her, she still believes in her future career.
Which means it's been a nightmare to knock her up, too. A baby jeopardizes her familial connections and sets her back in her training. Katsuki doesn't care about any of that, but he's not entirely sure how to break through her stubbornness. Mina thinks he should rape her and, until now, he's been inclined to agree. With Tsu putting her nose where it doesn't belong, however, he can't risk the possibility that Momo will squeal.
Not only is she the newest, but she's also with the one least loyal to him. Their relationship, as of right now, is symbiotic. He gets to fuck her and, in return, she gains the experience needed to succeed as a hero. If she can't use him anymore, she won't let him use her—a dynamic that frustrates him greatly. He enjoys having a girlfriend that wants him to abuse her, but he doesn't like how little control he has when he gives them the option to consent. He especially hates it when the girl in question is fat ass Yaoyorozu.
"Is she talking to teachers?" Katsuki asks, gnawing on his bottom lip.
"Umm, I heard she wants to talk to Aizawa-sensei, but I don't know if she's done it yet," Mina says.
Aizawa, who currently has a bone to pick with Katsuki. That'll go over well.
Maybe he can extort him. Momo isn't sixteen yet—she has another day—so maybe he could get her to fuck Aizawa and then report him for it. It's a tight timeline, and that would only work if Yuuei actually cares to enforce the unofficial rules they have about sexual relations between students and teachers, something Katsuki doubts.
"I wouldn't sweat it," Mina says, sliding off the bed. "Even if Tsu says something, what are they gonna do?" She kneels between his legs and unzips his slacks.
Katsuki leans back in his chair, letting her pull his half hard cock out. "I can't risk it, especially with Momo giving me so much shit. Not to mention Ochako. Ah—" Mina takes him into her mouth and bobs her head. "I'm tempted to cut 'em both loose."
As much as he doesn't want to, they're both liabilities. If there's one thing he's learned from his senior Pro Heroes, it's that liabilities can make or break your career. All it takes is fucking the wrong slut and years of progress can unravel before you—he's pretty sure it was Best Jeanist who said something like that. Vaguely.
Mina pulls off with a wet pop and jerks his cock with her hands. She tilts her head and looks at him curiously, like they're having a regular conversation, no sex included.
"Hmm, well… I dunno. I don't think Momo is gonna say anything," she says. "She's much too… ashamed to admit it, especially to a cop or something. They might tell her parents, y'know, and I think that's more of a risk than losing her chance at being a hero."
That's true, and if he can secure her a spot somewhere at his own agency then it won't be a problem regardless. Her Quirk, Create, is unironically one of the best in their entire class, second only to his own. It's incredibly useful, far more than most of the other girls. If he could only pick one to become his sidekick, it would be her.
Mina slurps on his cock while he thinks, ever the enticing distraction. He pets her curly hair and fiddles with her strange, almost rubbery horns.
"What about Jirou? Has she said anything?" he asks, licking his lips. Even if it isn't damning, he knows better than to expect anything less.
Mina takes a little while to respond, too busy swirling her tongue around his tip and massaging his balls. He mourns when she pulls off again, only to chuckle when she crawls into his lap, steadies his erection, and sinks down on it. Her pussy opens up easily, tingling with acidity. It sends a shiver down his spine.
"Haaah," she says, grinding down. "Kyouka? Not yet, but she probably will. She doesn't have anything to lose."
"I could leak her sex tapes," Katsuki remarks. He puts his hands on her ass and squeezes.
"At this point, I don't think she cares. She's been kinda depressed, y'know? Ochako's scared she's gonna jump off the roof. That's what you should be scared of."
Shit. He knew she was emo, but he didn't think she was that emo.
"I'll talk to her," Katsuki says. "One last thing before we start—you mentioned before that Tsu has a crush on Ochako, right? How sure are you?"
Mina slides her hands up and down his chest, thinking. "I mean… I heard it from Tooru, and you can't really believe anything she says, but it seems true. Tsu always tries to pair with her during projects, and Tooru used to be close friends with them both. Still might be. If anyone knows for sure, it'd probably be her. I don't think Ochako knows, at least."
Interesting, very interesting. A plan forms in Katsuki's head. It's been a long time since he's spent some quality one on one time with his girls; maybe it's time to make a couple rounds and check in on everyone. He needs to make sure Jirou won't off herself, Momo won't find a way to get the upper hand on him, and he'd love to hear more about this crush from Hagakure. If Mina is right, that info might be the key to finally, finally figuring out a punishment for Ochako.
"Hey, Mina," Katsuki says, lightly smacking her ass. "You know you're my favorite, right?"
"Obviously," she replies, grinning.
Without any prompting, she bounces up and down on his cock, her head thrown back in a moan. Katsuki watches, focused mostly on her pretty pink tits, and makes sure to leave her dripping with his cum. There is no better reward for all her hard work.
Later that day, he decides to drop by Jirou's. Dealing with her seems to be a little more important and his schedule is full tomorrow with celebrating Momo's birthday. God, there's so many of them and they're all so fucking needy.
Jirou nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees him at her door.
"Katsuki," she says, a deadpan too monotone to be truly aloof. "You didn't tell me you were coming."
He likes to give them a heads up, just so he doesn't have to wait that long for them to get ready. He only shrugs.
"I wanted to talk. Are ya gonna let me in?"
She reluctantly steps to the side and he saunters in. Her space is his space and he stands in the middle of it, waiting for her to come up to him.
Jirou shuts the door and begins stripping. Unlike the others, he only really talks to her when he wants to fuck. Otherwise, she's a bit of a drag to be around these days.
When she's down to nothing but her panties, he stops her and admires the jewelry dangling from her nipples. She's starting to customize them more now that her piercings have settled. This set is purple and red, going well with her hair.
She looks pretty—pretty pathetic. The bags under her eyes are deep and the scars from their impact play sessions litter her arms and legs, strikes intertwining with branches of lightning. She keeps her mouth shut, waiting for him to speak first.
"Are you gonna do somethin' stupid?" Katsuki asks, point blank. He ducks his head to try and meet her eyes. "Hm?"
"What do you mean by that?" She reluctantly tilts her nose up when takes her by the chin.
"I've been hearing things, Ears," Katsuki says, low. "Things about Tsu tryin' to report me. Things about you worryin' people. You're not happy."
"No shit," Jirou hisses. She frowns, heavy with betrayal and loathing. With every breath, his eyes are drawn down to her stomach. A hint of a bump is just barely starting to form.
Katsuki lets go of her and dramatically rolls his eyes. She's acting like he doesn't make her cum constantly.
"What can I do to change that?" Katsuki asks, sighing. It's rare he genuinely asks what his girls want. It usually doesn't matter. They want what he wants. "You want me to let you go? Delete all the footage I have of you and let you abort my bastard? Would that light a fire under your ass?"
"You're such a piece of shit," Jirou spits, eyes welling with tears. "Don't mock me."
"Hey, I'm trying to fucking help you," Katsuki snarls, barely holding back the urge to backhand her. "The one time I'm actually being nice and you decide to be a bitch about it."
Jirou crosses her arms over her chest and returns her gaze to the floor. "Whatever. Can you just fuck me and go? I was doing homework."
A lie. Her guitar is out, left against the wall. Sheets of handwritten music are sloppily tossed beside it. Katsuki reaches out for her earphone jack and twirls it around his finger, a rush going through him as she trembles—scared, as if she thinks he's going to rip it off.
"Seriously," he mutters. "What can I do to make things better for you? You wanna go back to Kaminari?" When she doesn't react, he adds, "You want me to hurt him for you? To help you get revenge?" He thinks back to that prostitute with the chastity cage. "That can be arranged."
She still doesn't answer.
"Kyouka," Katsuki says.
"I'm not going to say anything," Jirou responds, resigned. "She already asked if I'd… and I said no. I'm not interested in testifying against you."
"Why not?" Katsuki blinks, taken aback.
Jirou turns away from him, her smooth back begging for his kiss. "Not like anything would come of it, right? Aizawa already knows. He just doesn't care. I doubt the rat would do anything more." She stops to clear her throat when her voice gets thick. "Plus, the last time I told someone what you did… it got worse. So."
Katsuki wraps his arms around her middle and presses his lips to her shoulder, unable to resist anymore. "Is that why you told Momo it was worth it?" His hands map out her tits and soft stomach. He cups her tiny bump with one hand and slips his other into her panties. "You got your friend to eat out of my hand—because you knew fighting it was pointless?"
It explains a lot. Maybe her defeatist attitude isn't all that bad.
"If you wanted her, you'd get her. I just made it less painful," Jirou mumbles. His fingers find her button clit and rub it in a slow back and forth.
He hums. "How merciful."
So she won't sell him out. That means Momo is the only possible leak and he already knows how he'll deal with her.
"But what about you? Mina says you're depressed."
"Mina can go fuck herself," Jirou snaps, only to be cut off by a hiss when Katsuki curls two fingers into her hole.
"Would punishing her make you feel better? I can do that, too." He doesn't like the idea, but he doesn't want to lose his favorite punching bag either. He does like Jirou. She's pretty, and funny, and he wants her spark back. He misses when she'd fight him, and part of him regrets going so hard on her.
"Look, I'm sorry," Katsuki says in her ear. "For upsetting you. I promise it'll be worth it—when you're able to rock out on stage, a hero more famous in music than anyone else, you'll be glad you had me backing you."
Jirou clenches her jaw. "I don't care about that."
He sucks in air through his teeth, getting more and more irritated. "What do you want then?"
"I want my friends back!" Jirou exclaims, one hand gripping his shirt. She looks over her shoulder, a wavering glare on her face. She isn't angry so much as she's… grieving. "I didn't just lose Kami that day. I—I lost you and Kirishima and Sero and—and Mina. She betrayed me and you raped me and he beat me—"
Out of everything he thought she'd say, that wasn't on the list. Not top ten, not top fifty, not even top one hundred. He expected her to hate him for what he did. If he were in her place, gangbanged and abused by his friends, he'd kill them and burn the place down.
But here she is, little tears rolling down her cheeks. Katsuki thinks back to all the times he's used her and realizes that, in his haste to take his anger out on her, he forgot the most critical thing to keep his pets happy. He can't just beat them until they break, he has to keep them safe and in love with him.
Katsuki pulls his hand from her panties and just hugs her, tight and secure. Jirou's voice catches in her throat and her entire body tenses. Poor little Jirou, wishing so much for other people to adore her like they adore her parents and peers. Katsuki kisses her cheek and mumbles, "You were the one that stopped showing up. You're still in the group chat. You could've come when we made plans."
"I thought…" she whispers, hair falling her face. "I thought no one wanted me there. I cheated on Kami. Mina—Mina fucked my boyfriend. Sero and Kirishima blamed me for everything—"
"Well, yeah," Katsuki says. "But that was weeks ago. Months even. Kami got it out of his system, and Mina just gets off to you crying. Kirishima and Sero still miss you."
In the grand scheme of things, a couple months might as well be forever ago. No one really gives a shit anymore.
"They… do?" She sniffles pathetically.
"Yeah, duh." Katsuki wonders if her starving body is finally eating her brain cells. "Ugh, would it help if I tell them to keep their hands off you? That way you can hang out, no sex required."
Her head whips around and she turns in his arms to face him. "S-seriously? You—you'd do that?"
Katsuki shrugs like it's not a big deal. It's not, really. It sucks, but there are worse things to deal with. He has multiple girlfriends for a reason and, if he has to abstain on touching or being mean to Jirou for a while, he has the others to take her place. It's a worthwhile investment to work her back up to a plaything with some energy.
If she wants to have a few hours every so often where she can pretend like nothing ever happened, he can give that to her.
"Thank you," she says, earnestly hugging him. Tears bleed from the corners of her eyes and she chuckles ruefully. "I didn't… I never thought you'd be willing to give up sex like that…"
"Well, I'm still gonna fuck you right now," Katsuki says.
Before she can react, he pushes her roughly on to her bed. She stumbles back with a yelp and Katsuki doesn't waste any more time. He shoves his pants down, yanks her panties off, and penetrates her dry. She whines, but adjusts quickly. She's used to being treated like a cumsocket.
However, Katsuki tries to be nicer. He goes slower, kisses her neck, and plays with her nipples. He makes it nice for her, the closest to making love she's ever going to get. And, to his credit, she actually seems to enjoy herself. Jirou moans softly, so different to the performative ones he taught her to do for the camera, and she pulsates around him as she cums on his cock.
It's a nice change of pace. Not one Katsuki will do often. It doesn't—and won't—fix the issue immediately. He imagines it'll take another few months of the friend group hanging out like they had before at least, but it's a start and Jirou glows a little brighter that night at dinner when she sits beside Kirishima.
Katsuki checks his ever growing to-do list and, the next morning, prepares for Momo's birthday. She takes the day off from class and spends it at home, where she periodically texts Katsuki about her parents. She's lost a couple kilograms of weight since she saw them last, but it's not quite enough for it to be noticeable. They're upset about that, he thinks, but Momo is much too distracted by the buttplug she put in this morning to care.
One of the first things she sends him is a video of her in her prissy bedroom with a vibrating dildo buzzing in her cunt while she thrusts the plug in and out of her virgin ass. He made it clear a long time ago that her birthday present is losing her anal virginity, so Momo has been doing the utmost amount of preparations she can—including going to her birthday lunch with both her holes stuffed while her parents sit beside her, none the wiser.
Katsuki does jerk off to the fantasy of being at that lunch and fucking their precious daughter in front of them. He'd love to make Momo his bitch and show her powerful parents what happens when they leave their only heir unattended.
Instead, he waits until Momo returns to the dorms that night.
She's already in her room when he swipes the key and slips inside. It's been entirely revamped since her initial decorating attempts early in the year. Her double bed is much smaller with a frame that allows for restraints to be attached to it, and her desk and shelves are covered in a mixture of textbooks and sex toys she's been working on creating with her Quirk. Katsuki can't wait until she's good enough to design her own, rather than replicating ones she's found the specs for online.
Momo is naked and on all fours on her bed, a spreader bar between her wrists and ankles. A loud buzz comes from her ass, where she's taken the dildo from her cunt and slipped it in her ass instead. There's a second dildo suctioned to her sturdy headboard and she sucks it like her life depends on it. When she notices him coming in, she pulls off with a pop and wiggles her fat ass, shiny with lube, in the air.
"My asshole is ready for you, Daddy," she simpers, voice low with arousal. Her casual use of vulgar language is cute, especially with how she rubs her cheek against the dildo, and he smacks her backside appreciatively.
"I bet it is," he says, dropping his pants. "Looks like you had fun bouncin' on toys all day."
He snags the bottle of lube she was using and slathers some on his cock, jerking it to coat the entire thing. Momo notices and the lust in her eyes clears.
"Um, shouldn't you be doing that over the condom?" she asks, unsure.
Katsuki's eyebrow twitches. He's sick of hearing about condoms, and he's even more sick of pulling out when he manages to convince her to let him hit it raw.
"You can't get pregnant from anal—or did you not know that?" he sneers.
"I—it's a low chance, but it's not impossible!" Momo returns, huffy.
He ignores her and pulls the dildo from her ass. Her pink hole winks at him, gaping from use, and he spits on it. She shudders and reaches behind her to spread a cheek to the side. Katsuki does the same to the other one.
"I wanna strike a deal with you," Katsuki says. "A birthday special."
She hums curiously, watching him over her shoulder as he taps the head of his cock against her hole.
"You've spoken to the nerds in Business Course, right? Seen the projections for our class?" he asks. He slides his shaft back and forth between her cheeks. He's never spoken business while having sex, but this is the kind of thing he should get used to as a Pro. "Have you heard what they're saying about me?"
He's heard the whispers from the Sports Festival. His behavior was unsavory to most, but his power is undeniable. He won, after all.
"They think you'll make top ten in the first five years," Momo says, eyebrows furrowed. She's trying to read him and all he gives her is a toothy smile in return.
"And what did they say about you?"
Momo averts his eyes, ashamed. "Um… they think I might make top fifty in ten years. Based on my performance this year, anyway. That might, uh, change at the next Sports Festival."
"Or you'll choke on that one, too," Katsuki says, like it's already happened. He pushes the first quarter of his dick into her ass, making her literally choke on her objection. She whimpers and braces herself for the hot pressure she's not used to. The dildos help, but they aren't the real thing.
"What's your point?" she asks through gritted teeth.
He slowly slides into her virgin ass, brain going cloudy from how tight she is. He loves a good ass and, even though the sight of it isn't too pretty, a hole is a hole.
"You wanna be a hero, right? That's why you're with me," Katsuki says. "I mean, you like getting fucked, too, but the main reason is that you wanna be a Pro. You want the experience, the body, the connections. And you know you can get it from me."
He bottoms out and lets her adjust to his size. Distantly, he wonders if he should have her make some dildos in the shape of his cock. A custom coloring for each of his girls.
"What if I promised you a spot at my agency?" Katsuki offers, bending over her so he can speak low in her ear. "A sidekick, maybe."
She stares at him, wide eyed. She can barely breathe and he has no idea if it's the cock inside her or the potential for future security. Katsuki slowly rolls his hips into her. He likes to take his time in moments like these, where he can feel the tension in her body. He loves how she grips him, and how she forces herself to relax and be used.
"What's the catch?" she grits out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
He smirks. She's learning at least. There is no such thing as a hand out in this world—in their world.
His hand trails from her hip to the space between her pudgy stomach and her chubby pussy. He traces shapes into her womb and she responds by squeezing around him. Momo drops her head with a quiet moan, her cheek rubbing against the dildo in front of her. She's smart enough to catch his drift, but he spells it out for her anyways.
"By the end of the semester, I want every single cunt in 1-A knocked up," Katsuki says. "By next year, I want you to see all six of you scream and cry while you give birth to my kids. I want permanent reminders that I own your bodies and I'll make you as skinny or as fat as I fucking want."
As he speaks, his thrusts pick up in a sloppy pace. He hisses from how hot it is and lets out breathy noises in her ear. Momo flushes, her skin a bright pink and her bottom lip red from how hard she bites it. Her pussy drips between her legs.
"I—I can't," Momo whispers. "My family—"
"If you want to be a hero, this is the only way it'll happen," Katsuki says. He doesn't want to hear her speak again, so he shoves her head back on to the dildo. She gags around it and spasms under him.
"If you don't want to be my bitch, then you gotta go. Drop out of 1-A and find some other dick to ride your way to the top."
Momo makes a pained noise, realization dawning on her. She knows the kind of deal he's laying down. Katsuki has been open from the beginning that, for all that Momo pushes against his authority, he could have easily brought the hammer down at any given point.
At the end of the day, he has nearly a hundred different pictures and videos of Momo in every kind of position known to man. If she denies him, all it takes is a single phone call for her parents to learn that their perfect daughter is actually a cum covered slutbag. No matter what she chooses, she'll lose her place as a Yaoyorozu. Agreeing to his terms, at least, gives her something to look forward to, a promise of a career that might still bring dignity to her name.
(Until he takes it away from her.)
"C'mon, Momo," Katsuki goads. His balls slap against her pussy lips and her mouth swallows around the dildo, drool trailing down her chin. He watches her eyes glaze over. "You're not getting a better deal than this. It's more than I'm giving any of the others—all 'cause you're Daddy's special girl."
He's laying it on thick. No matter which of his girls he's fucking, they all desperately want his love and approval. They want to be his favorite, his number one above all else. Even Jirou, as much as she hates this, longs for his affection. He dangles it in front of them like a carrot and watches his little piggies come running.
For Momo, it was always going to end like this: with his cock claiming her ass while she abandons all possibility of returning to her snooty, upper class lifestyle. It doesn't take much longer for her to pant and fuck back against his thrusts. Her mouth slips off the dildo with a loud moan.
"Fine!" she says, eyes screwed shut. "I'll do it—ngh! I'll do it, Daddy! Just promise it'll be worth it—!"
Katsuki doesn't answer her. Whether or not she regrets this in the long run isn't his problem.
He pulls out, smacks her ass hard, and flips her over onto her back. He forces her legs as wide open as she can get them and grunts, "Spread that cunt."
Momo throws her head back, uncertainty heavy on her brow, and reaches down to pull her lips apart. Her pretty pink pussy is glistening and begging him to push inside. He's tempted to do it, honestly, but Momo is much more of a neat freak than Hagakure is. If he went ass to pussy with her, he'd never hear the end of it.
Instead, he leans over her and jerks his cock fast and hard. Pre-cum pebbles at the tip, followed by ropes of milky cum splattering on and around her hole. Momo moans at the feeling and Katsuki makes sure to keep going until he's sure he's let out as much as he physically can. He's so much more focused on it that he barely registers the rush of his orgasm. Honestly, just knowing that he's about to knock up the straight-laced Yaoyorozu feels more than good enough.
Using two fingers, he gathers most of it up and presses his seed into her cunt. Momo's legs shake with effort as she fights against her instinct to close her legs and protect herself. Katsuki relishes in her expression and pumps his fingers in and out.
He leans down and says, "Better hope it's a boy. Maybe your parents will forgive you for being a braindead cumdump if you give them a proper heir."
The only thing rich families care about more than propriety is having a male heir. If Momo really is dead-set on rejoining her family, the only way to do it is to pop out a son.
He spends another hour or so with her after that. It is her birthday, after all. He has her fuck her ass back on her dildo while she cleans his cock with her tongue. When he's bored of her mediocre blowjob skills, he pins her to the mattress and fucks her cunt until she's screaming for him to breed her. It's her first proper creampie that he doesn't have to lie to her about and it's just as sweet as the pride of buying another piece of property. He leaves her with an ass full of piss and a reminder that he'll be back to breed her when she's at her most fertile.
The next day, things are back in motion. No rest for the wicked, Katsuki sets up a meeting to hit two bird with one stone: provide a little maintenance to his slut and prepare for his final acquisition.
He tells Mineta the bad news first.
"Come on, man!" Mineta lisps. "Things were just getting good!"
"I gave you extra time 'cause I appreciate your services," Katsuki hisses, leaning down to get in Mineta's face. "Don't make me regret it."
Mineta frowns, a petulant expression. "Can I get Yaomomo then? Or even Mina?"
He's so fucking greedy, it pisses Katsuki off.
"Touch any of my girls and I'll blow your balls off," Katsuki says.
He does eventually relent and say that he might consider giving Mineta a round or two with whoever he wants, but it's only if Mineta doesn't annoy the fuck out of him before that point—which is a tall order. Either way, it finally frees up Hagakure's evenings. No longer does she have to kiss the feet of her "master."
Her gratitude comes out in never ending declarations of love.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for taking me back," she blubbers. Her arms are wrapped around Katsuki's neck and she grinds down in his lap. They're both fully dressed and outside, sat at one of the benches scattered around campus. Students pass by them, none the wiser.
As soon as he told her the news, she dropped her panties, pulled out his cock, and sunk down on it. She's half-heartedly riding it in-between kissing him and chatting his ear off.
"I'll never do it again, I swear," she says, invisibility flickering on and off. "I'll be good! I'll have as many babies as you want. I'll let you beat me black and blue. I'll lose weight and—and even get plastic surgery if you want. Just please, please don't leave me again. I love you. I love you so much, and I'm so happy to be with you and—"
"Tooru," Katsuki says, tucking her shimmering hair behind her ear. Her cheeks turn pink and her expression gets shy.
"Yes?"
"I have one last thing I need from you before I can let you back in," Katsuki says, stoic. This might be the most important thing he's ever asked of her, and he can't afford for her nonsense to fuck up his plans.
"Of course!" she's quick to say, tightening her grip on him. "Whatever you want!"
"You were friends with Tsu, right? At the start of the year?"
Hagakure nods, pauses to think, and then nods again. "I mean, sort of. We weren't, like, besties or anything, but it was me, her, and Ochako as a group for a while. Ochako's really the only one who talks to her these days."
Good enough.
Katsuki's hands are on her hips and he rubs up and down her sides affectionately. She squirms on his dick, but he keeps her still so she's cockwarming him.
"Did she ever mention having a crush on anyone? Any girls maybe?" Katsuki inquires.
"Oh, you mean her crush on Ochako?" Hagakure says. "Yeah, for sure! Well, no, actually. She never mentioned it, but it was pretty obvious. Almost as obvious as Midoriya's crush."
Katsuki rolls his eyes. Deku's crush was annoyingly obvious, but he doesn't remember seeing anything weird about Tsu. Then again, Katsuki didn't pay that much attention to her. She's one of many painfully average extras in 1-A. If it weren't for the fact that he wants to rape her, he wouldn't have bothered learning her name. Frog is all he needs to know about her.
"Mina said something similar," he says. "Do you know if she's a dyke? Or is it a bisexual thing?"
Hagakure's expression is a little awkward. She clearly doesn't like that word.
"Well, she came out to us pretty early on. Um, I think I was asking her and Ochako if they had their eye on anyone yet—since it was early enough that all we had to go off of was appearance, y'know? And Ochako said she hadn't really thought of it, and Tsu said that she didn't care for boys. She said there weren't enough girls in class."
Confirmation, that's good. Katsuki much prefers that to speculation. This is the best case scenario, too. He wouldn't necessarily mind if she were bisexual since, as he's proven before, girl on girl action is always hot. But Tsu being a lesbian makes her much, much more appealing. He's never fucked a lesbian before, and his mind is swimming with filthy fantasies.
He doesn't know which he'd prefer: using his dick as conversion therapy to make her straight, or torturing her because she'll always be gay. With Jirou needing breaks, he could use another punching bag.
"So, yeah," Hagakure finishes. "She's definitely a… a lesbian, for sure."
She looks to him for an approval he doesn't give. Just for fun, he brings a hand up and slaps her. Not hard enough to get any unwanted attention, but enough to startle her.
"A dyke," he corrects. He likes how uncomfortable it makes her. "Call her what she is, baby. You should know better by now. No such thing as a girl that only likes girls—they're dykes waiting for the right man to fuck them."
Hagakure starts to hesitate, only to remember her new pledge to agree to whatever he wants, no matter what. She nods quickly, forming her thoughts as she speaks them. "Right! Yes. She's, uh, a dumb dyke waiting for you to fuck her."
"Good." Katsuki pecks her lips. "Now, what else can you tell me about her?"
Hagakure continues to cockwarm him while she stammers on about everything Tsu has ever told her. Some of it is useful, most of it isn't. The only thing that really intrigues him is the side effect her Quirk has when it's cold. Hagakure says Tsu goes into a hibernative state. If one were to, say, want to kidnap her, that'd be an easy way in.
He likes having the option.
"I'm also pretty sure Tsu is so interested in taking you down because she wants to save Ochako," Hagakure says towards the end of her ramble. "I don't have any proof, but I noticed her acting weird when the two of you got together and Mina is pretty sure that's around the time Tsu started gathering evidence."
Hm, that would make sense. It implies more than a silly crush, though. Obviously the two of them were friends first, but everything Katsuki is hearing makes him think Tsu is actually in love with Ochako. She thinks she can be the knight in shining armor saving Ochako from the big bad wolf. It's almost cute.
Until he starts to think about it a little more. Ochako is still her friend. According to Mina, and now Hagakure, it seems the two of them never stopped talking. If Tsu started gathering evidence around the time Katsuki got with her…
There's only one person who could give her that evidence. There's only one person who would be able to tip her off that long ago. There's only one person that had already been actively disobeying him. Ochako, with her sweet face and pink cheeks. He remembers the moment she got on his radar at the Sports Festival. The shift between Deku's ditzy bitch who spent the entire event begging him to win it for her to the girl that stood stall and, for a moment, had Katsuki on the ropes.
He never took her seriously before then. She's average in their class scores. She's nothing to worry about during combat practice. She's fat and barely pretty enough to be considered conventionally attractive. She's a bubbly little teddy bear, just like Hagakure.
But she's not actually like Hagakure. She's smarter and more stubborn. That's why he wanted her. The drive. The effort. The respect she tried to claw out of him. He wanted to show her what happens when girls get too high for their station, and he thought he succeeded.
But did he ever actually think about why she broke so easily? Did he ever stop to wonder how the most determined girl in his class fell in love with him so readily?
Has he been played?
He doesn't know whether to be pissed or impressed at her audacity. When he learned that she helped Hagakure, he felt betrayed by someone he thought loved him. Now he knows it was a lie, and that betrayal burns into something far more sadistic. She thinks she can get one over on him? Even after everything, she still thinks she can beat him?
In what might be brave had it been anyone else is just plain stupid when it's her. Deku must've rubbed off on her more than he thought, and Katsuki is going to make her pay. It's not just a punishment anymore. He needs to see her suffer.
Katsuki traces Hagakure's sides for a couple more seconds in thought before meeting her eager gaze, shockingly calm despite the realization. She searches for approval in his face, desperate to do something right after all her other fuck ups. If it were any of the others, he'd offer his appreciation—a thank you or good girl.
For this one, he squeezes her ass under her skirt and growls, "If you don't make me cum in the next five minutes, I'm shoving the first thing I can find up your ass dry," dangerously low.
"Y-yes sir!" Hagakure squeaks, misplacing his aggression as anger towards her. He'll rectify that later but, for now, he needs the cunt clenching around him to start moving before he kills someone.
Hagakure hides her face in his shoulder, unused to such vivid visibility, and rides him for as long as she can. She's no Mina, however. Her thighs aren't as powerful and she doesn't focus as much on stamina as a stealth hero. When her pace inevitably falters a couple minutes in, Katsuki huffs his annoyance and picks her up. He mutters insults in her ear, asking her how fat she has to be if she can't even ride her man properly, and carries her over to the fountain in the middle of the courtyard.
He plants her knees on the stone edge so she's facing away from him, rips open her button up blouse so her bra is showing, and hooks his arms into hers so they're held behind her. He fucks her sloppy style, fast and extremely obvious. Hagakure bites her lip to keep quiet and he responds by going harder until she's loud enough to be heard over the running water. The courtyard is far from empty, and he notices some giggles and looks of disgust, but he's in class 1-A. If he can't fuck a girl and get away with it, no one can.
He cums in her—a fairly lackluster orgasm from everything on his mind, but good enough to keep him from exploding—and drops her in the fountain. She falls back with a squeal and a splash, going invisible from the shock of it. Katsuki stands, unperturbed, and tucks himself back into his pants.
"Decent start, piggy, but I'm gonna need you to do a little better if ya don't wanna be Mineta's trashy slut forever. Plus Ultra or whatever," he says over his shoulder and heads back towards the dorms.
Mina, Jirou, Momo, and Hagakure. Four out of six have been handled accordingly. All that's left is grabbing Ochako by the hair and staking his claim as number one in his class. He's already dreaming of how the rest of this semester will go with six cock drunk sex slaves obeying his every whim. He just has to get his hands a little messy first.