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Momo Yaoyorozu had a problem.
She sat at an auction in her school uniform, going after classes were finished. Momo didn't necessarily want to be there, but as heir to the Yaoyorozu family, she had responsibilities outside of herself.
Irritating, boring responsibilities that her frequently absent parents needed her to fulfill.
Her toned plush thighs rubbed together in impatience as the auctioneer continued to list items she had no use for. She had already gotten the painting she was told to procure, and it was the proper etiquette to wait until the entire auction was finished before leaving.
Momo sighed heavily, her large breasts rising in the constraints of her uniform as they strained in their confinement.
“And the silver age limited edition poster of All Might…” The Auctioneer started with boredom.
A sign went up a few seats to Momo's left, an arm much shorter than her own straining to be seen.
Momo raised an eyebrow at the small bidder, and their even smaller bid, at least compared to a fraction of the vast wealth she herself had.
“Going once, Going twice…”
The little arm shook with excitement, and Momo was…
Curious.
She raised her own sign and brought the auctioneer’s attention to herself.
The arm twitched for a moment as the price went up, Momo could see the knuckles around the sign whitening with their grip.
They raised the bid higher and tried swiping whatever was being sold away from Momo.
She cracked a small grin and raised her sign again.
The owner of the arm huffed audibly… adorably, and leaned forward in their chair to see who it was that kept them from their prize again.
Momo was faced with an almost familiar sight. She had so much happening at all times in her life that it was difficult to place where she knew this green haired, small, freckled boy from.
He pouted, trembling even as he raised his sign again while hesitantly glaring into Momo's eyes.
Momo simply had no choice but to be intelligent. With her upbringing, the nature of her power being able to create anything, so long as she understood it, and the dangers of working to be a hero, she had to be observant.
With a glance, she picked the familiar boy apart.
His tie was done completely wrong, which meant that no one had ever taught him how to tie it, or he didn't care much for appearances.
The latter couldn't be completely true because insecurity reeked from his shaking form as he had seemingly put every bit of his willpower into trying (and failing) to intimidate her.
Him glaring at all meant that he wasn't raised to contend with false niceties, and was out of his comfort zone around all the other seemingly detached elites.
Momo was still trying to remember where she had seen him before realizing that the boy had distracted her and had the last winning bid.
“Going once-”
The boy's glare started to wane as he swallowed visually.
“Going twice-”
This little… thing, thought that he could show Momo up in a place that she was familiar with. That him, a puppy, could step into her world and growl to have whatever he wanted?
Momo raised her sign.
“Fifteen million yen.” She spoke simply.
Eyes widened as she straightened her posture, offering over one hundred thousand U.S dollars in yen as the puppy-boy made a whimpering noise as if he were kicked.
“G-going once…” The auctioneer stammered as Momo stared back at the boy for a change, watching his hair shadow his eyes as he trembled and kept his sign in his lap.
It was then that Momo realized where she recognized him, watching him attempt to disappear right in front of her.
“Going twice.”
He was already grabbing a yellow backpack and starting to leave, Momo's heart pounded at seeing how she had such an effect on him.
“Sold to Yaoyorozu!”
“Yes. He will be…” Momo whispered under her breath, blushing while watching him briskly exit.
-
Izuku Midoriya had too many problems to count, and this was arguably the smallest at the moment.
Bad luck seemed to cling to him like a sickness.
Born quirkless, still being so short at his age.
His home was caught up in a hero fight, and now he and his mom were struggling to make ends meet.
The one hope he had was that today, his birthday- could be the day he finally got the poster that would have completed his collection, had so much of it not been destroyed.
He sniffled and walked out of the auction early, pacing along the sidewalk and silently cursing that he never got what he wanted.
“Midoriya!” A voice behind him called.
Izuku jumped a little and walked faster, trying harder to wipe the tears from his eyes-
“I know you can hear me!” She called with stern annoyance.
Izuku was going through enough, he knew that trying to make Yaoyorozu back off was childish, but he just wanted to win for once!
“She has everything. Why did she need to be there?!” He complained while trying to rush faster.
Yaoyorozu was much taller than him, however. Her strides took her to Izuku within moments and he watched with a fearful blush as her boobs bounced in her uniform with every step she came barreling toward him.
Izuku turned with his head facing the ground, ignoring the stiffening of another problem, one that made him a freak on top of being less than.
Yaoyorozu marched closely behind him as Izuku tried to ignore her.
“You've been incredibly rude, Midoriya. It's unbecoming for the boy who keeps tying with me on the academic charts each year…” She hummed with a backhanded tone, seeming upset that twice in a row, she actually had to share something.
Izuku stared ahead with a frown as the afternoon sky bathed them in orange light.
“Still ignoring me, I see…” She sighed before slowly pushing a white tube out next to him.
Izuku tensed as the container holding the poster entered his vision, making him stop in his tracks as Yaoyorozu's soft chest cushioned the back of his head.
“W-well, it's not heroic to gloat, or p-pick on people who are worse off than you.” Izuku frowned without meeting her eyes.
Yaoyorozu didn't miss a beat, pushing at Izuku's shoulder to turn him around and make him face her.
“I've given more than enough to various charities… In a way, I did you a favor…” She defended, looking away from Izuku as he glared up at her in serious offense.
“What?” He asked with a frown.
“You shouldn't be buying frivolous things like a poster. Save your money for your parents, or school supplies…” She firmly avoided Izuku's gaze and spoke out of the side of her mouth.
“...Maybe buy something for your… girlfriend?” She suggested with a curious tone that Izuku couldn't hear through his anger.
“Y-you take my poster, and then you mock me about n-not having-”
“So you're not taken?!” She realized with her gray eyes glinting and a more excited smile than Izuku had ever seen on her in the few times they were in the same place.
“J-just leave me alone!” Izuku begged, turning away again with a blush as to him, Yaoyorozu teased him relentlessly.
“When was your last relationship?” She demanded swiftly while holding the tube in front of him to stop his escape.
“Th- That's none of y-your-” Izuku spluttered.
“Midoriya.” She stared down at him with wide eyes as Izuku shrank beneath her gaze when she gasped with realization.
“Cute. Smart. Yet adorably naive, and No one has laid claim to you?!” She huffed with a slight blush.
Izuku winced bashfully with every word as his face grew more and more red.
“What is your price?” She asked suddenly, walking towards Izuku until he started to walk backwards.
“P- Price?” He asked, his head swimming in confusion.
Izuku felt his back hit a wall as Yaoyorozu leered down at him with a stoic expression.
“Midoriya Izuku.” She began with a breath against Izuku's face, her forearm against the wall over his head as she stared into his green eyes.
“How much for your first kiss?”
Izuku felt his heart pounding like a drum. He heard his own pulse in his ears as Yaoyorozu waited for his answer.
“W-what kind of question is that?!” He screeched as his eyes flitted about anywhere but hers.
“I have dated before.” She explained shortly, with a flippant tone. “Shoto was sweet… naive, like you, but also quite aloof.”
Izuku shuddered as she compared the son of the number two hero to him of all people.
“But you…”
Izuku flinched as Yaoyorozu purred like a lioness, creeping closer toward his neck as though she were going to take a bite, making him crane his head away from her with nerves.
“You're a fascinating little creature~”
“I- …I-” Izuku gasped.
“Price your first kiss to me, right here, and right now.” Yaoyorozu ordered with a blush that couldn't compare to the tomato shade of Izuku's face.
“I… th- the p-p-poster!!” He squeezed his eyes shut and yelled up at her.
“If I can have the p-poster… you can k-kiss me…” Izuku relented quietly, feeling deathly embarrassed at the entire idea, making him feel like a princess whose love was a reward for this tall and powerful knight.
Yaoyorozu gently grabbed his chin, forcing his head up as Izuku hesitantly puckered with trembling lips and fluttered his eyes closed.
“Don't make me laugh.” She requested flatly.
Izuku's eyes snapped open as it felt like cold water was dumped onto his head, with Yaoyorozu not releasing him from her hold.
“Your first kiss, worth fifteen million yen?” She scoffed with an ice queen's tone.
“You're special, but not that special.” Yaoyorozu admonished as Izuku’s eyes started to water.
“Calm down.” She ordered, brushing away the brewing tears with her thumbs, staring calmly at Izuku while he tried to keep his composure. “Know your worth. It's still your first, and it will always belong to me…” She reminded Izuku while holding his face and still drawing closer.
“B-but…” Izuku mewled in protest.
“We're going to agree that this is worth one million, yes?” She cooed without stopping for his consent.
Yaoyorozu's soft lips pressed against Izuku's and he felt his heart stop.
He had no point of reference, but Yaoyorozu was a really good kisser.
Her lips squeezed lightly against his own as she devoured him. Her tongue wrestled his into submission as she explored the inside of his mouth.
Yaoyorozu's palm found the back of his head as she caressed his hair and made him weak in the knees.
She hummed a curious note and held him up as he moaned into her mouth, watching in pleasant surprise and containing her shock at the overly large bulge in his pants.
Yaoyorozu couldn't keep her composure much longer as Izuku leaned into her and unconsciously lifted his leg behind himself, becoming totally entranced as she sapped his energy like a succubus.
There was a small chu~ as she pulled back, a messy trail of spit connecting their mouths as she held Izuku up while he huffed and whimpered.
“You poor thing… All your needs being denied for so long!” She placed a hand against his forehead and pouted with sympathy.
“You've had to struggle all this time, but you were never supposed to!” Yaoyorozu cooed while Izuku's face was held against her breasts, sinking deeper while he felt too weak to resist.
She held him tighter while running her fingers through his hair.
“I'll make sure you're properly pampered…” She promised while kissing the top of his head.
“Little Prince❤️…”
-
Momo couldn't keep her hands off. Her day had gone from dull beyond measure, to incredibly enthralling.
The boy who had the means to give her reputation a heavy slight, was revealed to be a needy pet, and a potentially perfect sex toy. He folded so quickly, and with such a reaction!
Momo seemed to forget about Midoriya each year, until the general education student miraculously matched her grades for the best in their year.
She smiled over his head as she could now kill three birds with a single boulder.
She could cure her boredom with a new pet.
She could act as a hero and show the little prince his rightful place beneath her.
And she could finally secure her grades in the top spot by “incidentally” cracking Midoriya's mental state with more and more pleasure and pampering.
“Quid pro Quo…” She mused quietly with a smile.
“Hnn?” Midoriya questioned between her heavy breasts.
“So, Midoriya.” Momo began while pushing him back to stare at her with dazed eyes.
“Since you have much to learn about haggling, I will offer you five-hundred thousand yen toward the poster in exchange for your first ever date.” She smiled warmly.
Midoriya tried adorably to pull himself together until she urged his chin up with two fingers and made him look at her.
“You will go out with me, yes?” She asked expectantly while holding the poster up next to him.
He slowly nodded, his blush constant as he must not have trusted his voice to speak.
Momo thought it best to start conditioning right away.
“Very Good boy~” She praised, patting his head while his hands clasped together in front of his crotch, Midoriya practically melting from the affection.
She dialed her driver, and the spacious limousine parked up next to the two of them, with Momo holding onto Midoriya and pushing him in gently.
She sighed and peeled off her uniform jacket, watching Midoriya have one of the two reactions she had grown accustomed to as the heat from the summer day left her a bit sweaty, her prodigious bust wobbling with every movement as she opened a top button from the straining shirt.
“What are you doing?!” Midoriya screeched, averting his eyes instead of staring like he obviously wanted to.
Momo ignored him and spoke to the driver.
“Get us some food, please.” She asked swiftly while loosening her tie and unbuttoning further as the vehicle pulled off and made Midoriya slide against her.
Before he could pull away, Momo squeezed him against her, his face pressing into the side of her breasts as she held him gently and tight.
“We're getting lunch together.” She explained calmly as her hands drifted down to his uniform. “It's customary to get more comfortable for an informal meeting like this, don't you think?”
Momo ran her palms along Midoriya's chest, feeling him tense further as she felt his abdominal muscles flexing against her touch.
She opened one jacket button, simultaneously dragging him into her lap while she undressed him.
“Tell me… What would you do if I gave you what you want?” She whispered into his ear, grinning as he squirmed and started to heat up.
“I'd… p-put it up in my room…” He mumbled with a bothered, breathy tone.
“Hmm. You wouldn't sell it for more, try and turn a profit?” She pressed with one hand undoing his second button while the other caressed his neck.
“M-money isn't everything…” He pouted, “I… always admired h-heroes…” He admitted as Momo's smile grew wider, giving a soft kiss on his neck while removing the last button from his jacket.
“Do tell me more.” She requested with a sultry tone, getting him nice and loose while loosening his tie.
“Th-they protect people who n-need help-” He gasped as Momo's hand drifted lower than ever.
“You desperately need protecting, don't you?” Momo suggested as Izuku whined when she grabbed the sensitive swell of his cock beneath his pants.
“Th-they save people in need- mmgh❤️!” He whimpered obliviously.
“I'll save you from all the things you don't need to worry about, my sweet sweet prince!” Momo promised, squeezing his package masterfully as Midoriya's back arched off of her chest until she gripped him back down, and squeezing her thighs together as she tried not to soil the seats with her cum.
“Nnn They destroy evil!! M-make the world b-better- oughh❤️❤️!!” He spasmed as Momo stuffed her hands down his pants to make sure she wasn't mistaken.
But as she gripped the half erect slab of meat that she hesitated to call a penis, she knew positively that her prince was gifted.
“Goodness… I'm going to destroy you…” She decided with a blissful smile, staring down at Midoriya with hearts in her eyes and a giant blush across her face.
Her slow, short strokes were enough to take up all the brain power her academic rival had, leaving him gasping with his head back, nice and stupid, her threatening words falling on deaf ears as sticky pre-ejaculate coated her hands and stained his own pants.
“...I'm going to fucking ruin you❤️” She promised while staring down at his dazed face and finally stopping her assault once food arrived.
-
Izuku was focused on all the wrong things.
Yaoyorozu just started stroking him down there out of nowhere, and now that she stopped, he could only think about how good her hands felt and how much food was in front of them.
A table had long since sprouted in the middle of the limo, full from end to end of expensive and delicious looking food.
“What do you say?” Yaoyorozu admonished with maternal energy that made Izuku bashful at being scolded, despite being molested not too long ago.
“Th-thank you for the meal…” He murmured with his hands clasped together in embarrassed gratitude, honestly feeling quite hungry.
“Good boy.” She spoke shortly, using her chopsticks to bring salmon to Izuku's mouth.
Izuku hated how much he seemed to enjoy being called that. His heart skipped a beat and a thrill ran up his spine.
He ate without a fuss, blushing indignantly.
‘Just another bully flaunting their power, But this is nothing… I'll win her game and get my poster.’ He decided while chewing, his pout melting away as the food melted in his mouth.
“Enjoying yourself?” Yaoyorozu hummed, startling him out of his musings before he spoke shakily.
“W-why do you want the poster, anyway?” He asked with a smug biting smile, hoping to stump her because she had no real reason-
“You wanted it. So I seized the item of your desire to force you under my thumb.” Yaoyorozu explained simply, eating over Izuku's head while he balked at her admission of being vindictive.
She lifted his chin to get a good look at his blushing surprised face and smiled at him.
“It's simple supply and demand, my sweet Prince… Now I demand that you drink.” She chirped happily, bringing an open bottle to Izuku's lips and making him ingest some kind of sweet expensive juice.
Izuku trembled as she tried to bring another piece of meat to his lips.
“Let me out…” He demanded quietly with his hair shadowing his eyes.
Yaoyorozu hummed a faux-sympathetic note , “What's wrong, my-”
“Stop calling me that!” Izuku shouted, trying to move out of her lap before her hands wrapped around his middle.
“Don't make such a fuss…” She sighed, nipping at Izuku's ear while he squirmed.
“You don't wanna give me that poster! Y-you just wanna embarrass me with a bunch of th-things I… d-don't… have…” He complained slower and slower as darkness crept into his vision.
“You must cover your drinks around strangers, little Prince!” She admonished as though she wasn't the one who drugged him.
Izuku huffed, trying his best to panic as his limbs felt so weak. His hand slipped at his pocket again and again.
Helpfully, Yaoyorozu pulled his phone out for him and put it into his hands, a sharp smile on her face all the while.
Izuku couldn't process how disrespectful the action was, he couldn't fathom that a hero student at the top hero academy in the world would be capable of doing something like this! Who could blame him for essentially breaking every rule of stranger danger?
His fingers fumbled on the screen while his mind fried in distant despair.
The police would never get to him in time, he needed to leave his mother a message if this was the last time he would see the light of day.
He opened up the messaging app, and Yaoyorozu swiped his phone within the same moment, his worried hands reached for his device while his lip quivered in fear as he whimpered.
She took a picture of the two of them and sent it to Izuku's mother, typing at his screen as he felt his hands go slack.
“Izuku will be home a little late tonight-” She spoke slowly while tapping at his screen.
“He needs a little naptime! Isn't that right?” Yaoyorozu cooed down at Izuku while he twitched and lost consciousness.
“Save your strength, little prince…”
“You have a long battle ahead❤️…”
-
He couldn't see anything.
Izuku huffed and tried to sit up, feeling his hands bound together, and his ankles tied to each other as his heels pressed against his own ass.
“Y-YAOYOROZU?! YAOYOROZU, PLEASE-!!”
“Hnngh!!” Izuku whimpered as a silky hand rubbed warm oil at the center of his chest while another cupped his swollen ballsack, his cock above it growing hard despite his fear.
The hand on his chest drifted upwards, caressing his cheek before drifting behind his head and loosening a knot.
A black silk blindfold fell off of Izuku's eyes and allowed him to see Yaoyorozu.
Regardless of the terror he felt, Izuku was amazed at the beautiful and elegant, yet curvy figure the rich woman displayed. Her massively large boobs, each bigger than his head, bouncing and squishing against his chest as Yaoyorozu invaded his space more and more.
Izuku shook his head. Really, he was shaking all over. Forget his first sexual encounter, this was his first time being a kidnapping victim.
“Y-Yaoyorozu, we r-really need to think about this-” Izuku hyperventilated as the worst case scenarios ran through his mind.
She crawled onto him, hugging his middle and listening to his heart pound through his chest.
She left his pants and shirt on, the white top open in the middle, revealing his sweat soaked little pecs, heaving in and out with anxiety.
“If you l-let me go, I w-wont tell anyone!!” He promised as Yaoyorozu made her obsession clear as day.
“I would prefer that you call me Momo-”
“M-MOMO IT IS!!” He agreed frantically as she grabbed his face softly, her inner palms glowing with his mouth between them.
“You can tell whoever you want, Iz~u~ku~...” She manifested a ball gag with her quirk and wrapped it around his mouth, finally shutting the panicked boy up as he muffled screams against the plastic.
“That little brain…” She mused, grabbing Izuku's skull and looking into his frightened eyes with sadistic curiosity.
“Always pushing it as far as you can… But your body, little prince?”
Momo firmly pinched his nipple and watched Izuku tear up, trying to cry out but still being unable.
“Left so sensitive-”
“Mmmf!!” Izuku whimpered as Momo suckled on his neck, reaching backwards toward his biggest brutally stiff weakpoint.
“From years of unuse❤️…” She pouted, stroking Izuku's cock upwards while his hips jerked with every inch and vein her palm squeezed against, tears gushed from his eyes as his nose puffed endless overwhelmed breaths.
“So I'll take your first orgasms, prince-” She explained breathily, rubbing and squeezing his package as he cried frustrated tears and shook uncontrollably.
“One million for each, so… after fourteen-”
“NNMMMM!!!”
Izuku thrashed to no avail. He didn't know if he could handle one. let alone-
“I am so fortunate to have found you, Midoriya.” Momo breathed wistfully while releasing her hair from its spiky ponytail.
As her dark locks flowed down her head and matched her black lingerie, Izuku blushed harder, at least it was an angel who came to take his soul.
“There are so many parts of me that I can't allow others to see.” She sighed loftily, slowly stroking Izuku's cock with two hands and ignoring his muffled wails.
“I knew from the start that Shoto wasn't the one. We're just too similar.” Momo frowned while wringing Izuku like an animal, utterly ignoring his groans as he tried to beg for mercy.
“But you?” She stared into Izuku's straining eyes with an innocent gaze, the utter perversion of her actions seeming lost to her.
“You're the opposite that I needed, Midoriya!” She whined with sympathetic pleasure, milking Izuku until he couldn't hold back much longer, his eyes rolling up as tears continued to fall from them.
“You and I have a responsibility to each other… As your superior, I have to show you your place. And… You need to stay where I want you!” Momo explained to her prince with hope that he could understand that his body just didn't belong to him anymore.
Izuku's balls churned hot fresh cum as his nose ran with clear discharge. There was no escaping it, Momo would take his first orgasm.
She was going to take everything.
Izuku's eyes shut as his swollen balls pulled tight against his cock.
SPLUUURT
He shot his first messy load all over Momo's tits. She rubbed his cream into her skin while incredibly enticed by him, shuffling closer to his cum oozing cock while holding her boobs towards it in a wordless threat.
Izuku shook his head desperately before screaming into the ball gag as Momo squished her mammoth breasts around his dick.
Her expression was only curious, watching the boy throw his head back while she squeezed the softness around his cock, jerking her chest up and down with meaty PLAP's as she cooed to him calmly.
“Just thirteen more, now…” Momo assured with a glassy look in her eye, not at all concerned with Izuku's limits.
The flanks of her breasts squished around Izuku’s base, and he came even quicker than the first time, splurting out a fitful load that made him pass out. His body jerked as his eyes closed from the overtaxing pleasure.
“Midoriya…” Momo called while licking cum from her hand.
She straddled him in his uncomfortable position, staring at his unconscious face in fascination.
SMACK!!
Her hand whipped against his face and dragged Izuku kicking and screaming back to consciousness.
Momo felt that after two orgasms, he should understand the program. She slowly unlocked Izuku's ball gag, letting a trail of spit stretch between his mouth and the ball.
“M-Momo- I'm not l-like you, I can't d-do this…” He croaked seriously, no longer in hysterics as the exhaustion started to set in. He pleaded with her in the steadiest tone he could muster.
“Don't fret, Midoriya-” She began with a palm against his right nipple.
“M-momo…” He began with dread as a pink bead taped itself to his chest.
“You'll be capable of things you wouldn't believe, as soon as you accept that I need you to do them.” The glow repeated on his left nipple and Izuku gave a quiet whimper with his eyes half open in despair, hope draining from him faster than cum.
For the moment.
Izuku's mind raced to find a way to avoid his Queen tormentor destroying it. He swallowed thickly and spoke in what was only a suggestion,
“Momo- w-we should take a break- Let's do t-two every day, and- and by the end of the week, all f-fourteen-”
Momo ignored her silly little prince prattling on, she cupped her hands around his cockhead and let more beads fall around his shaft and stick there, spelling doom for his rambling habit as Momo conjured a remote not long after.
The buzzing started and cut Izuku off. He was past screaming at some point, only gritting his teeth together as drool ran desperately down his jaw.
Momo wouldn't touch him, she watched with subdued interest as Izuku curled as much as his body would allow, tortured in three erogenous zones at once persistently.
“Hhggnn❤️❤️!!” Izuku grunted as his cock flowed with his essence again, pouring less and less each time.
“M-momo please s-stop makin’ me c-cuhm?” He begged again, losing his grasp on reality, to Momo's extreme delight.
She pulled the beads off of his body, and pulled his softening cock into her mouth, not letting her pet prince tap out.
“mmm Sorry I l-looked at you m-mean, I can be g-good, Promish…” Izuku racked his mind to think of why she could be doing this to him, and came away with his initial glare being the problem.
*suck* *glukk* *sluuurrp* Momo suckled on his sweet cock and made Izuku start to feel desperate again.
“Momo PLEASE S-STOP!!” He begged to deaf ears.
Yaoyorozu wanted every molecule of seed from her new toy's churning sac. And she always got what she wanted.
Izuku complained with a whimper as the sensitivity was just too great, and there was no end in sight.
-
“MOMO!!”
Izuku screamed as his Queen put him on his back, his legs in the air as his own cock casted a shadow over his head.
“PLEASE?!!”
Her mouth was buried in his ass as her silky hands reached around to stroke the abused tool until Izuku's yelps and barks became inhuman and nonsensical.
She felt him clenching around her tongue as it slid around inside his tight bussy. She hugged his ribs while his little legs trembled in the air.
Her nose pressed against his sac, breathing in the best parts of her beautiful delicate flower-boy until his balls started to clench again, and she stroked even faster.
*SPLUUURRRTT* A messy load shot out of Izuku's cock, his cream further staining the bed, incidentally splattering a little against his forehead as Momo's tongue continued its wet schlick schlick noises into his trembling boypink.
“SHTOOOP!!!” He whined with exhaustion, the end of his load finally dribbling onto his chest.
“Well, Midoriya…” Momo began, still having him tied up after her tongue left his ass.
“I suppose I'm finished with you now-” Her hand glowed before she held a small knife in her hand.
Izuku huffed as he started to cry. He didn't matter at all, Yaoyorozu could do whatever she wanted to him and get away with it.
She brought the knife closer to him. And Izuku closed his eyes with a deep shudder as Momo prepared to take his life like she had taken everything else.
He felt his wrists and ankles being released from their bindings, his limbs free to flop against the bed as Yaoyorozu stared at him.
He struggled to get up, getting into a seated position while sweat coated his every inch and ruined his uniform.
“I hope you learned something from all this, Midoriya.” Momo admonished casually, putting the knife away in a drawer before sitting at the edge of the bed.
She watched Izuku huff, his breathing getting quicker and quicker as he stared at her with rage, before launching himself at her.
Momo tilted her head as Izuku hugged her desperately, rubbing his face against her chest while he sniffled and cried with uncontrollable feelings he couldn't understand.
Momo pulled him further onto her and let him rest against her body while she played with his hair.
“I know that was difficult for you. But I needed you to understand how things are going to be from now on… I'm sorry that you overreacted.” She cooed while petting him, holding him gently to contrast the way she ravaged him mere minutes ago.
Izuku's nose bled a little from the strain put on his body and mind. He curled into Momo's embrace, thoroughly broken, and continuing to twitch and sniffle.
“But look at you now! You're so good for me. Such a good boy. My good boy❤️…” She rubbed his chin and made him more attached by the moment.
Momo shoved Izuku's face straight into her chest, making him suckle on a thick nipple like a pacifier and stare up with submissive eyes.
“And if I find out that anyone else gets to call you a good boy? Or that any of your ‘firsts’ have been claimed by another? I will not be happy. Do you understand?” Momo asked him sternly, and Izuku gave a weak nod in response.
Momo kissed his forehead and hugged around his neck.
“Good Whore❤️…” She gave Izuku's head small scratches while he blushed deeper in awful shame, his expression falling as he couldn't disagree with her words.
Momo sat Izuku up and buttoned up his disheveled uniform, keeping his uniform jacket and his poorly done tie for herself.
He stood stiffly and didn't resist as she got him ready to leave. His eyes downcast as she dabbed at his dried nosebleed and the rest of his face with a handkerchief.
“I meant what I said, you know. You can tell whoever you'd like about this. No one would believe you anyhow…” She added with a light daring tone.
Izuku stared at the lush carpet in utter defeat, mumbling under his breath.
“I w-won't go to the p-police-”
“Please❤️…” Momo purred while invading Izuku's space again, his jacket and tie firmly in her grip as her lips pressed against his neck.
“We both know you enjoyed our time together far too much to call it a crime.” Momo agreed before suckling at Izuku's neck.
He tried to pull away, whimpering before a harsh grip on his forearm reminded him who his new owner was.
Momo's harsh affection lasted for a full minute, making Izuku groan begrugingly before she finally pulled back from his soft flesh.
“Do not forget that you're mine. Or your virginity will be the last thing you lose before everything.” She rubbed two fingers against Izuku's new ugly bruise and forced him to squirm under her touch.
When she finally released him, Izuku huffed shallow breaths while tearing up.
“You'll be transported straight home, nowhere else.” She hammered at him while idly turning away, showing off her thick ass that shifted atop toned, perfect thighs.
Momo walked back to him in a shining wine colored robe, grabbing his jaw in one hand and giving his cheek a kiss.
Izuku reached for his jacket and tie, and Momo pulled them away with a disapproving noise.
“No, no. I think I'll hold onto these as a reminder for you to be more vigilant…” She mused spitefully while turning his head and examining him. “And we don't want you covering up my great work, do we?” She hummed while staring at his fresh hickey turning purple.
“Begone. I will see you tomorrow.” She flippantly turned before she could see Izuku flinch again.
He kept his head low and staggered out her door, looking back to see Yaoyorozu still sauntering away.
-
Izuku had a blank expression on his face throughout the admittedly smooth limo ride back home.
When he finally arrived, he made a double take and finally noticed what sat on the seat across from him.
The cylindrical container with his poster inside had a red bow tied on it, with a letter taped to its side.
The vehicle came to a stop and Izuku hesitantly took the ‘present’. When no alarms went off as he grabbed it, he shuffled outside and the driver peeled off before he could even give a courtesy.
Izuku walked forward to his front door, seeing the blue construction tarp over sections of the roof that they just didn't have the funds to fix yet.
He went inside to see his mom standing there waiting for him with her arms crossed, looking quite unhappy.
“Midoriya Izuku. How could you turn your back on everything I've taught you?!” She questioned with a motherly pout.
The comment struck Izuku in the chest as he felt so defiled by what had happened, so dirty and used and cheap for what he had unwittingly agreed to.
“Young man, I thought I raised you better-”
“I'm s-so sorry-” He began to tear up in shame-
“Than to hide that you have such a beautiful girlfriend from your mother!” Inko clasped her hands together and smiled brightly with her eyes closed in joy.
Izuku stared at the damaged floor. “M-mom, it's not-”
“You don't have to explain anything, sweetie. I understand why you wanted to spend your eighteenth with her!” She chirped in awe, the loftiest ideas in her mind. “My baby's growing up!” She cooed.
Izuku couldn't find it in himself to admit the truth, he was going to be sick if he tried.
His hand flew to his neck in an attempt to cover up Yaoyorozu's mark. He winced in pleasurable pain as he aggravated the bruise.
“Th-thanks, Mom! I h-have to shower!” He covered frantically while trying not to cry as he rushed off.
Izuku hated what he saw when only in his boxers. He hated the small bruises he had all over his torso, between his thighs as Momo went feral on him.
And he hated how stiff his cock became at seeing all her symbols of ownership.
He begrudgingly set up the poster in his damaged room and felt his hero's iconic smile mocking him, only seeing Momo's grin as she played with him.
He looked away, down to the letter in his hands. He opened it and grew wide eyes as his Mom called for him.
“Izuku! Your cake is ready! Come get a slice and tell me all about this girl!” She sang from the other side of their woefully thin walls.
Izuku felt a lump in his throat as he stared down at the stack of cash inside the envelope.
He closed and opened it a few times to really make sure.
Maybe the day was a net positive! He got his poster, kept the money he saved up to bid for it, and before she drugged him- Yaoyorozu fed him some of the best food he had ever tasted.
He got money out of it, and what did he really lose-
‘Good whore.’ His brain reminded him of Yaoyorozu's words instantly, making him blush again with spluttering shame.
Maybe she felt bad and gave him all those things…
“M-maybe she likes me a tiny bit…” Izuku wondered out loud with a whisper, thinking about how beautiful and intelligent Momo was, how her breasts felt in his mouth and how good she forced him to feel-
Izuku shook his head with a wild blush. “N-no. She just wants to flaunt how m-much she has over me!” He denied while clutching the envelope and staring at the poster she got him.
“She couldn't ever actually like me!” He gave a small crazed laugh, full of disbelief.
-
“MY PRINCE❤️!!” Momo wailed, curling on her back while plunging a large and sturdy translucent purple dildo in and out of her pussy, as fast as she could.
Wet noises rang out as she soaked her bed with excitement, her nipples stiffening through her robe as she moaned with an infatuated blush, holding his tie up to her nose and breathing in her obsession's scent.
“FUCK- I SHOULD'VE TAKEN YOUR UNDERWEAR❤️!!” She squealed in self-deprecation while using the boy's fragrance to get off even harder.
“MY SWEET DELICIOUS MIDORIYA❤️!! I'LL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR OWN MIND!! T-TEACH YOU TO BOW WHEN I SAY! HARDEN WHEN I ORDER YOU TO! M-MAKE YOU C-C-CUM❤️❤️!!” Momo hit her first, eye-watering, explosive orgasm for the day, squirting around her toy and squeezing it deathly tight with the contractions of her inner love until-
snap!!
She gasped while cumming down from her bliss, before groaning with a haggard breath as the dildo snapped in half, utterly crushed by her pussy.
“I'll- NNGH!! Train you to be a w-worthy prince-” She said as firmly as she could while pulling the destroyed toy from her cunt, a large part of her wishing it was Izuku she could be crushing instead.
“And I'll fix that brain for thinking it could ever compete with mine.” She sighed lovingly, already having pictures of the boy when he was sucked and stroked into sleeping.
Pictures she slowly fingered herself to while biting her lip and creating another toy that was doomed to the same fate as its five shattered brothers on the floor around her bed.
“Don't you worry, baby-prince.” She cooed to his image while starting to masturbate again, excited for the future of her soon to be ruined obsession.
“Mommy will make it all better❤️.”