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Warmth is an algedonic experience. In every iteration, there's a duality to it. Burns are as satisfying as they are painful. Spice is delicious in its intensity. Scorching temperatures sear his muscles and draw out the best of him. There is no beauty without pain, and there is no success without the heat of pressure. It's a philosophy Katsuki lives by and this summer is no different.
There are ups and downs to it, oscillating between days where the sun is too intrusive and days where his productivity leaves steam rising from his skin. He's always sweaty, so the water is that much more refreshing, and he's always doing something so his body feels pushed to its limits. It's gratifying, even when contrasted to the more difficult parts of the season.
When he goes home, Katsuki is expected to work with his parents—more specifically, his mother and her models. She has a new summer line to pair with the blistering weather this year and he lets her use him as an example for her girls. He works the open shirt looks, poses with tight shorts, and deals with his mom's overbearing need to criticize everything he does. It's more annoying than anything else, and Katsuki finds himself at his wit's end after the first week back.
His irritation reflects in how he handles his own girls. Ochako, Hagakure, Jirou, and Mina all go home, but he doesn't let up in his control. He keeps the leashes tight and his expectations rigid. He requires constant updates on what they eat, what they weigh, and how their bodies look. He meticulously fills out his spreadsheets, restructuring them three separate times to mimic the ones his mother has for her models. It's a bit obsessive, even he can admit that, but it's hard not to be when he's surrounded by his family's influence.
At one point, he even gives in and asks his mom for her opinion. He shows her all six 1-A girls in their swimsuits, a picture taken from Mina's social media after they had a training day at the pool. He tells her that they want to be models as well as heroes, like Uwabami, and that he's having trouble advising them. He doesn't mention the elephant in the room and she doesn't ask for details. She just scans the picture with narrowed eyes.
"That one has the body for it, but her Quirk is pretty shit," she says, pointing at Tsu. "It's too weird. No one wants to look at a face like that."
He agrees. Her frog Quirk is less than ideal appearance-wise. Her tongue is too long, her back is always hunched, and the way she moves her joints is creepy.
"She's better but…" Mom purses her lips and stares at Jirou for a little too long. She's covered in bruises from Katsuki's rough treatment of her, but they could pass for damage from hero training. "She's probably a fuckin' bulimic—or she's just binging too much. You can see it in her face."
Katsuki clenches his jaw. He can't see it, actually. Even knowing it to be true, Jirou doesn't have the horse face he's used to seeing in girls with 'mia. The fact that his mom clocked her off one picture is irritating. What can she see that he can't?
"The other four are just horrendous," his mom finishes. She scrunches her face in disgust and takes his phone so she can zoom in on all their imperfections. "The pink one is almost there. If she lost… oh, I don't know, maybe four or five kilos and tightened up a bit, she could be great. Her Quirk adds to the appeal. Bright and picturesque. I could turn her into a cover-girl, easy."
"That's Mina. She's my best friend," he says, straightening with pride.
"Right, I think I remember her from the Sports Festival… good personality for the camera. You should consider making her your girlfriend when you go Pro. She might be able to make someone like you palatable to the press—but that's probably a tall order."
His pride is dashed and he tsks. He doesn't need anyone's help to make him shine. The press is filled with morons who don't know how to appreciate anything.
"Those three are lost causes, though. I don't know how they aren't embarrassed walking around like that," his mom continues. "Round, pudgy, covered in stretch marks. Ugh." She hands his phone back to him. "Tell 'em that they're fat fucks and could only make it in this industry if they sunk millions into plastic surgery. Shit, I don't even think they should be heroes. Sidekicks, at most. Secretaries for the real Pros to use as stress relief or somethin'."
That's… not a bad idea, actually. Maybe he should consider taking them on as sidekicks when he starts his own agency.
She goes on a tangent about a recent hire on the team, a chubby girl that gets harassed by the designers she brings coffee to. She's a mousy intern and his mom thinks she's going to be eaten alive. In this industry, you either shut your mouth and spread your legs or you accept that you're too weak for it. Deku's mother is a good example of this—a woman who almost made it as a model before her husband left to bang American chicks abroad. She let herself go, lost all of her opportunities, and now the Midoriyas struggle to make ends meet on her nursing salary. Meanwhile, Katsuki's parents are loaded and still highly respected in the game after decades of working the system.
Regardless, he relays his mother's input to his girls and micromanages each meal and outfit they wear to what he knows she'd approve of. Mina is the only one allowed some freedom. He can't handle the idea of her losing weight and becoming just as thin as Jirou, so he tells her to keep doing what she's doing. Eventually, she'll start gaining from a pregnancy or two and then he can force her to starve to maintain her figure after birth.
Along with text updates, Katsuki takes his car—something his parents gifted him for getting into Yuuei—and makes sure to take each of them on a date at least once a week to empty his tank for his own sanity. He usually texts them a couple days in advanced with what he wants them to wear, but the details of the date are left out because the surprise is much more fun.
For example:
He takes Ochako roller blading because it's her favorite but she rarely goes since her family struggles to cough up the money for it. They have fun stumbling around the rink, holding hands and making fun of people falling on their asses. Afterwards, he makes her pay him back for her admission ticket by letting him fuck her ass in his car. He makes sure she knows he keeps track of every single yen he's spent on her and that he expects her to pay him back with her body.
He brings Hagakure to a cutesy maid cafe he's heard her yammering about for ages. He doesn't see the appeal in such a thing, but she's starry-eyed the entire time. She excitedly tastes the drinks (since he forbids her from trying the desserts) and beams when their waitress compliments her pastel colored hair and says she'd be perfect as a maid there. It leads to Katsuki railing her in the bathroom while he reminds her that she's too much of a pig to work at a maid cafe—she'd be better off in a petting zoo.
As an early birthday present, he keeps his word and drags Jirou to a shady piercer to get her nipples done. The guy's name is Grass and he's covered in tattoos, piercings, and Quirked spikes. He smirks when he sees Jirou, greets Katsuki with a verbal confirmation that she's "eighteen, right?" and sits the three of them down in his chair. Katsuki found him through one of his mom's models. According to her, Grass did her tongue, tits, and clit when she was fourteen. She had to pay him with her virginity, but that's just because she didn't have money to give and was desperate to set herself apart from her peers.
Even with the appointment paid for in full, Grass spends a long time molesting Jirou's tits before he gives her the piercings. His partner, Leaf, touches her just as much while using their Quirk to speed up the months it would take for her to heal. Leaf's saliva is healing, similar enough to Recovery Girl, so they spend five minutes sucking on each breast and coating them in spit. Jirou dissociates the entire time and walks out with twin black metal bars in her nipples.
Katsuki fucking loves it. The jewelry Grass gave them to leave in during the adjustment period is gaudy as hell: the black bars attach to red hearts on either side with 'Rape me!' on one and 'Harder Daddy!' on the other. It has a half ring beneath the bar, connecting one end to the other and giving Katsuki something to hook thin chains to. The design is something he thinks Mina would like more, but Jirou is utterly humiliated wearing it and Grass recommends she keep them in for at least three weeks to finish the healing process. It's hysterical and Katsuki takes a hundred pictures to send to the group chat with his girls.
After they leave Grass' shop, he pulls over to an empty park to film a video where Jirou shows off her new piercings and thanks Katsuki graciously for buying them for her. He fucks her mouth and cums all over her tits. He sends the video to Kaminari with a text saying he won't have to use clothespins to shock her anymore and gets a voice note of excited, horny blathering back.
And, finally, he brings Mina to one of his parents' boring ass networking parties as his plus one. She adores meeting all the hot influencers and high profile stylists. He put her in a dress his mother picked out for her (matching the suit she picked out for him) and the two of them get compliments all night. The real fun comes midway through when he has Mina suck him off from beneath the table and when he drags her away from the hall where the party is to the catwalk where everyone attended the earlier show. Katsuki tours the backstage with her and teaches her how to strut down the runway. She giggles the entire time and he can't wipe the smile off his face.
"My mom said she wouldn't mind taking you on," Katsuki calls up to her. He's leaning against the tip of the waist high runway while she practices going up and down it. "As a model, I mean. She says you have what it takes."
Mina blinks at him in shock. "Seriously? There's no way she said that. Wasn't your mom, like, insanely famous a few years ago? She can't think I'm anything special."
"Decades, but yeah," Katsuki says. "She likes the pink skin and your body shape. You'd need to lose some weight, but the figure does a lot for you."
Mina plops down to sit in front of him, her legs over the edge. He runs his hands up and down them.
"But… aren't you trying to… y'know." Mina mimes out a baby bump. When she's not horny, she's very aloof about the whole ordeal. He can't tell if she genuinely doesn't care or if she hasn't been struck by the reality of what it'll do to her life yet.
"Yeah. I want you to have two by graduation, at least," Katsuki confirms. "But if you work hard afterwards, you can lose the baby weight. My mom did, and her models get knocked up all the time and they make it work. You'd have to drop becoming a hero, though, since you wouldn't have time for it."
Mina's expression drops and her entire demeanor changes. She's wanted to be a hero for as long as Katsuki has and she's worked hard to get here. He does respect her for that, and he knows it would suck if she couldn't achieve that dream. But, to be quite frank, she isn't cut out for it. She's ranked second to last in class academics, struggles to keep up in every way that isn't social or Quirk-related, and Katsuki often questions whether or not it's a good idea for girls to become heroes anyways.
Most of the ones he can think of are nothing more than bimbos used for eye candy and scandal bait. Mirko is the only respectable one, but she still dresses in a playboy bunny outfit instead of a real hero costume to pander to her audience. For the most part, female Pros lean into the celebrity side of things, rather than the civil servant one, and their bodies are commodified by either their male peers (Midnight and Thirteen are passed around by the male staff of Yuuei—Katsuki has walked in it a few times when visiting the staff dorms—and most female sidekicks and Pros have to sleep their way into a secured spot), their audiences (every single one sexualizes themselves for fan service), or the villains they're supposed to arrest (more on that one later).
It's not that he thinks women are incapable of doing it, he just thinks there's a better use of their time. Ochako should be a broodmare, stuck in poverty while Katsuki, her rich baby daddy, saddles her with a dozen kids. Hagakure should be kept on a farm, Jirou should be a porn star, and Mina should be a model. Yaoyorozu is overweight enough that she should just kill herself, and Tsu should be a pet frog in a tank. None of them really deserve to be on the same field as the greatest men in their country.
"Not that it's really your choice," Katsuki adds, sliding his fingers up her thighs.
If he wanted to, he could make any of them whatever he wanted. With Mina, he's undecided. He doesn't know if he'd rather her be a model or a sidekick sitting pretty at his side and making her Quirk useful. Part of him likes the idea of destroying her dreams, while the other loves her enough as his best friend that he wants to make them come true.
She scoots forward and spreads her legs so he can pull off her thong. She drops the straps of her dress and pulls the top below her tits. Meeting his eyes, she says, "I can drop the baby weight and model, but I can't get back the classes and work experience I'll lose being pregnant. None of us will."
That's true. It's entirely possible that they'll all have to drop out and Yuuei will have to add a new teen pregnancy seminar into its curriculum. It makes him salivate. Four smart, strong women reduced to fuckmeat and baby-makers. They could be incredible heroes and they could spearhead change and save lives. Instead, they're only worth as much as their holes.
"Yeah, that's too bad," Katsuki tsks, pulling his cock out. He frowns mockingly at her. "You shouldn't have been born a girl then."
He snaps his hips and fills her to the hilt. Mina moans and takes every inch like a good bitch. He loves this part—the part where he slides into a cunt and all of her brain cells disappear. She's forced to submit because he's completing her, and he can walk away with nothing lost.
He bangs Mina against the runway, but he doesn't last long. The two of them rejoin the party less than ten minutes later, and Katsuki's mother sends him a withering glare. He takes a drink of sparkling water from a server and stands next to his dad.
"What's her deal?" he asks, nodding towards his mom.
The old man sucks air through his teeth and clears his throat. "Some, uh, guests overheard some things…"
Ah. Whoops. He probably should've covered Mina's mouth.
"Katsuki," his dad says, a little more serious. "You're a man now, so I'm not going to scold you for doing things that men do. I just want you to be safe."
His dad digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out a couple of condoms, still in their wrapping. Katsuki's eyes dart between them and the man who created him.
"Why the fuck do you have those?"
"It doesn't matter," his dad says.
"Like hell it doesn't!" Katsuki has to stop himself from dramatically retching at the thought of his parents having sex. His father is the most virgin a man with kids can be and his mother is… well, a hag.
"Just take them. The last thing you need is an accidental baby to ruin your career. Your mother would be pissed."
Katsuki stares at his dad for a little too long, slowly shifting his gaze to Mina across the room. She left to take a piss before they came back in, but his sperm is absolutely wrecking her unprotected womb right now. Not to mention Ochako and Jirou.
"Yeah, sure, Pops," Katsuki says, swiping the condoms. "Tell the hag to lay off. I know what I'm doing."
They end up in the trash not even an hour later.
Those aren't the only dates he takes his girls on, but they are his favorites. The look on Ochako's face when she realized nothing comes for free. The way Hagakure withered. The resignation that's followed Jirou everywhere since the birthday bash. The knowledge that Mina is actually, genuinely going to ruin her future for him. It's all too good.
Otherwise, his free time is occupied with random hangouts with the guys. He spends the night at Kirishima's to watch a wrestling match and meets his mothers for the first time. He watches them with an acute curiosity. They're cute, but he can't help wondering how they'd fair with the real thing instead of the ugly strap on he found snooping in their bedroom. Neither of them are biologically related to Kirishima—they adopted him when he was little—so Katsuki drops the most subtle, nonspecific hints that if Kirishima wanted a pair of fucktoys, he had them.
Kaminari's home life isn't much different. He's raised by a single mother whose husband died before Kaminari had been old enough to remember him. When Katsuki meets her, there's much more pity than anything. He gets why Kaminari is the way he is and it's really obvious to him that his mother, a spunky woman working a construction job, needs to be fucked by every man on her team. If Katsuki was fine rocking the boat after everything that happened with Jirou, he probably would've swooped in to nail her.
He still has fun at Kami's, though. They mostly play video games and eat junk food (Kaminari eats it while Katsuki nibbles at some jerky and pretends he's had more than he has) so it isn't riveting, but nothing is when your schedule is as packed as Katsuki's is.
Sero is the odd one out of the three. He doesn't have much interest in Katsuki meeting his parents. They're too normal, and he hates the idea of wasting his summer break hanging out at home. So when he invites Katsuki to hang, it's usually him smoking a joint in whichever car they take while they head to do some random thing. This time, Sero is driving and he refuses to say where they're going, even when he randomly pulls over with a hard look on his face.
"Okay… what's your problem?" Katsuki asks, gathering sweat on his palms. His instincts flare and he's ready for anything. Sero's been acting strange since he came over.
"We're bros, right? And… if I knew something, you'd want me to tell you?" Sero questions slowly, looking conflicted. "Like… you didn't have to tell Kami about Jirou, but you did. 'Cause you're friends."
"Right…" Katsuki doesn't like the sound of this.
Sero's eyes are bloodshot from the weed, and he gnaws on his bottom lip. Before he can chicken out, he blurts, "Remember when I fucked Hagakure? At the party? And you told us we couldn't cum in her or Mina?
Son of a bitch.
"You didn't," Katsuki hisses, relieved it's nothing serious but pissed all the same.
"It was an accident, I swear! She just felt really good, man, and I didn't even realize until—"
"You blew your load in her, you fucking idiot? Motherfucker. Wait, did you knock her up?! Sero, what the fuck?"
After all the effort Katsuki's put into her, he can't believe—
"What? No, no, no! I mean… I don't think so?" Sero winces. "No. No, probably not. But that's what I wanted to tell you! She said it was fine 'cause she couldn't get knocked up!"
Katsuki's anger ices over, stopping him in his tracks. He furrows his eyebrows and replays those words over and over again.
"Sero, I swear to god, if you don't tell me what the fuck that means, I'm blowing this car up with you in it."
"Dude, I'm telling you," Sero says, hands up in defense, "she said that it was fine. I asked her why, and she said she had plan B pills. I didn't really think anything of it, y'know? But then she told me not to tell you about it. And—and then, we hung out last week, and you mentioned wantin' to… y'know, get all the girls pregnant? And I honestly thought you were joking, but then I remembered Uraraka and Jirou and I realized… you weren't."
The rage threatening to spill over stays contained in Katsuki's chest and he narrows his eyes skeptically at his friend. "So, what, you decided to tell me that Hagakure's been sabotaging my attempts? Why?"
Sero shrugs. His body is wound tight, nervous. "I don't know, man. I just—I think this is a stupid idea and that you're giving yourself permanent money drains in the future, but if you wanna do it, I won't stop you. I mean, it's pretty shitty to since she obviously doesn't want it but…" He rubs the back of his head and averts his gaze.
"But you want me to," Katsuki realizes. "You want me to force her to have my kids."
"Hey, man! You worded it like that, not me!" Sero says, voice going up an octave. "Look, I just think Hagakure is hot, okay? And I wanna be able to cream her pussy raw. Sue me. If, uh, helping you knock her up will make that happen, I'm not against it. I… really liked what happened at Mina's and… I'm kinda jealous you got so many girls hangin' off your arms. I want that. Not the babies part but the—"
"I get it, Sero. Damn it." Katsuki rubs his hands over his face and sighs. The sheer amount of information given overwhelms him a bit. It changes things. It changes a lot of things.
And it explains a lot to. He's been breeding Hagakure constantly since he got with her to no avail, and he was beginning to worry about her fertility. He even bought her supplements to help and she swears she's been taking them every morning. He doesn't believe her anymore, and he can't believe she'd have the balls to pull a stunt like this.
She lied to him. She defied him. He's going to kill her.
"Well, I'd offer give her to you, but I don't think that's punishment enough for her," Katsuki eventually says, fists tight and voice dangerously low. He already knows part of what he has to do. Fuck! She really fucked him.
"I mean… you could still give her to me," Sero says, stopping at Katsuki's death glare. "Or not! Or you can do whatever you were planning and I can… get with a 1-B chick or something."
Katsuki spends the rest of the day blowing off steam at the gym. Sero hadn't wanted to go, but he didn't want his car to become victim to Katsuki's rage either. So, he flirted with older women while Katsuki left punching bags scorched and ruined. With each hit, he pictures Hagakure's stupid fucking smile every time she let him cum inside, knowing fully well she was ruining his efforts. Fucking bitch thinks she can get all the reward without any of the work that's necessary to please her man.
He needs to punish her, and he needs to make an example out of her. Clearly, the way he's treated Jirou hasn't been enough to get the others to fall in line. Has he been too soft on them? Or has his attention been too spread thin? Admittedly, Hagakure has never been his priority and that amplified when he doubled his roster of sluts. If he had payed more attention to her, he likely would've noticed. She's not smart enough to play him—not on her own, anyway.
Whatever. He has a plan for that too.
It's the home stretch of summer vacation when he finds himself in Hagakure's house. It's quaint and brightly colored. She flutters around like an anxious hummingbird, offering him drinks and snacks he didn't ask for. Her parents are at work and she doesn't have anything better to do, so she readily accepted his offer to have a date at her place. She must notice his dry answers and the foul mood he's in when he arrives because she badgers him non-stop about what she can do to make him feel better.
He ignores it all and has her sit beside him on her living room couch, not unlike the one at Mina's house. Hagakure is in a pink camisole top and a skirt he's seen Ochako wear before. It really is pathetic how insistent she is on copying Ochako, like he'd love her more if she did. He doesn't. He finds it grating.
"If you had to guess which of you was my favorite, who do you think it is?" Katsuki suddenly asks. He maintains an intense eye contact with her, even when she breaks it nervously.
"Which of—which of the girls?" Hagakure stammers, rubbing her elbow. "Uh, I dunno. 'Chako, I suppose?"
He hums neutrally. "And if I said it was you?"
Hagakure startles, her eyes widening and glimmering with a shine of surprise and disbelief. The awe is self-depreciating because even she knows she doesn't hold a candle to the other girls.
"I like how… eager you are," Katsuki says, the honest truth. "If I say to oink, you do so happily. If I say to starve, you lose more weight than any of the others. And if I say I want to put a baby in that fat belly of yours, you say…?" He gestures towards her.
She chuckles awkwardly, confused, and answers, "Please do?"
He laughs along with her, much more biting. "Exactly—and if you actually obeyed me, I'd say you were pretty much perfect. You see, Tooru, I like my girls honest, and I like them loyal. I thought that described you."
"What?" Hagakure balks, even more confused. "B-but I am? I am honest. I am loyal. I—I'm a good girlfriend!"
So insistent, so insecure. If she truly thought that, she wouldn't have said it. But she knows she hasn't been good. She knows Katsuki would disapprove. It's why her lying now pisses him off even more, and he has to bite his tongue to keep himself from lashing out.
"That so? What's this then?" Katsuki asks, and pulls out a half empty box of her special pills. It usually comes in single doses, but Hagakure managed to get her hands on one with a dozen. He found it digging through her drawers while she was in the bathroom. He didn't want to throw Sero under the bus, and she didn't even bother hiding her stash that well.
Her face drops in horror and her mouth gapes open and closed like a fish.
"I—I can explain," she says, clearly stalling to think of something.
Katsuki scoffs and throws the box at the coffee table with a thud. She flinches and starts talking before she can stop herself.
"It was Ochako!" she exclaims, tears welling in her eyes. "She gave me the pills and—and insisted I take them! I didn't want to, but she said I couldn't ruin my life like she did!"
The one reliable thing about Hagakure is her ability to run her mouth. Of course she throws someone else under the bus the second things get dicey. From the beginning, she always bullied Ochako in an attempt to make Katsuki like her. It's fucking pathetic.
He believes her, though. Somewhat. The pills come in a very familiar box—the same one Ochako was taking early in their relationship, before he banned contraceptive all together—and he wouldn't put it past Ochako to keep some hidden and offer them to a girl in need.
What he doubts is everything else. Ochako is upset about being pregnant, but it's hardly life ruining. It's far more likely that Hagakure didn't want it and she asked Ochako for help. That makes more sense to him, given his girlfriend's bleeding heart. Which means Hagakure is lying to him to save face. Again.
So, he calmly stands up, look at her disapprovingly, and cuts her off.
"We're breaking up," he say, cold as ice. Her heart audibly shatters in her chest.
"N-no… no! You can't!" Hagakure screeches like a banshee, panic lighting up her features and making her face flicker with invisibility. "I'm sorry! Katsuki, please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—!"
She fists his t-shirt in her hands and tries to drag him back. Katsuki responds with a swift and ruthless backhand across her face. The slap rings out loudly, stunning her. Her cheek glows a pretty pink color and she stares at him, the reality of the situation really setting in.
"I don't think I've been unreasonable," Katsuki says evenly. This hurts her more than it hurts him, really. "All I ask is for two things: unwavering obedience and your body doing its only job. You couldn't give me either one."
He watches the cogs turn in her empty head. He's astounded she's made it this far without a brain. She's low in the class rankings too, and she's never been able to keep up with the ingenuity required to come up with battle strategies in the midst of combat. Aizawa is on the brink of expelling her every other week.
Surprisingly, her last resort is a smart one.
Hagakure pulls up her thin camisole with one hand and lowers her skirt in the other, revealing the intentional choice not to wear a bra or panties when he came over. When she has his attention, she stands up and presses herself against him.
"Please, don't go. I'm sorry," she whimpers, sniffling. "Just fuck me instead! Please! You can do whatever you want, Katsuki, just don't go."
The proposition is interesting—enough that his dick chubs up. There was always a chance he'd fuck her one last time before leaving her ass to the curb, but he'd been pretty certain that he wouldn't bother. At this point, he'd been burned enough by her betrayal, and by the way she threw Ochako under the bus, that he doesn't want to touch her. Still, he waits for her to finish.
"I'm ovulating. That's why you came over today, right? That's why you chose now to do this?" she says, and she's not wrong. Katsuki did choose today for that very reason. If Sero was wrong and he didn't find anything, he would've been breeding her already. "You can do it now. Just fuck me and—and I won't take anything after, I promise! I'll let you put a baby in me!"
What little she was doing right is immediately set on fire as Katsuki's rage boils over. He tried so hard to keep himself in check, but he can't stop the steam bursting from his nostrils.
"You'll let me?" he repeats, astonished. "You'll let me?"
Fear washes over her face and she starts blubbering out apologizes. It's too late, though, and Katsuki ignites a side of himself that he's never let any of them see. As angry as he's been in Yuuei, and as sadistic as he's been with them, none of them know the amount of self-control that goes into it. In Aldera, his middle school, he was a monster, terrorizing more than just shitty Deku. He only cut it out when he had to.
He grabs her by the bunched up camisole and slaps her over and over, as hard as he can. It doesn't matter how much he bruises her, she'll be able to hide all of it with her invisibility, so he doesn't hold back.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Katsuki snarls in her face. She bawls, both apologizing and begging him to stop. He doesn't. "I own you. I own every inch of your gross ass pig body. It's all mine, and you should be fucking honored to birth my bastard out that loose, cum dump pussy. Do you know how many girls I could be fucking instead of you? Do you even know how fucking lucky you are? You should be begging me to turn you into a single mom. It would be the biggest accomplishment a stupid cunt like you could get."
"I'm sorry!" Hagakure cries, chubby cheeks a blistering red. He has her pinned against the couch, unable to escape.
She keeps to her word, though, and lets him hit her. She doesn't fight, or do much more than ask him to stop, and the pathetic look on her face leaves his erection aching. She knows she deserves this.
"P-please, Katsuki," she hiccups. "You're right, I should be more appreciative! And I—I'm sorry I took you for granted! I'm a stupid, lying slut and you deserve so much better!"
Her earnestness has him pausing with consideration, his hand hovering in the air for another strike. He likes what he's hearing.
When she isn't hit again, Hagakure's eyes go wide and her blubbering begins, trying to appease him as much as she can. "I don't deserve it, but please put your baby in me! I wanna be a—a single mom! Fuck me full and leave me to deal with it! I'll—I'll take care of everything, I swear! I just want—I just want you and I wanna have your baby!"
"You want me?" Katsuki asks, brushing his knuckles against her agitated skin. It burns hot and his fingerprints have marked themselves into it. "Even when I treat you so badly?"
Hagakure looks up at him adoringly, terrified that she's going to lose him. She nods weakly with a small smile. "I've been a b-bad girlfriend and—and I haven't shown you how much I love you, right? That's why you're mad? B-but I can do it now. Hit me harder, Kat, please. Hit me, and f-fuck me, and make it hurt. I'll be good."
Hmm, he is still pissed… he may as well blow off some steam. Katsuki backhands her, more curious than anything, and Hagakure's face snaps to the side with a shaky moan.
"H-harder."
Yeah, alright, he's convinced.
Katsuki drops his shorts around his knees and manhandles her to lean against the back of the couch, her knees pressed into the cushions. Hagakure sticks her ass out and wiggles it until he spanks her. She squeals with asks for another, but he responds by making her scream.
He steadies on foot on the couch and drives his cock straight into her pussy. It's a fight to get it in. She isn't wet enough, and her body tries to squeeze him out while she cries out in pain. He holds her hips tightly and forces himself in, even if it means she tears. At this point, it's what she wants.
"Oh god! Katsuki!" Hagakure groans, shoving her face into the headrest. She flickers with invisibility, her body shimmering to the waves of pain spiking through her nerves. Her knuckles are white as she grips the couch and she grimaces when she looks back at him.
She's already bleeding little dots of red that make up for Mina's lack of a hymen when he fucked her. Katsuki loves seeing it and, for once, Hagakure's yapping makes it even better.
"Ngh, it hurts so bad! Fuck, keep going! Make it worse! Wreck my piggy pussy! Oink, oink!" She rocks back against him, wincing every time her entrance drags across his shaft. She's already panting, so desperate to give him everything he wants. "I—I love you! Please! Oink! Rape a baby into me! M-make me a single mom! I'll love you anyways!"
Katsuki was taught that actions speak louder than words and he intends on following through with that—both in how he addresses her, and in how he expects her to act from now on. There is a world where he forgives her, but it's a world she'll have to work for. This is a good start.
"Yeah, that's right, bitch. You're too fuckin' ugly for anyone else. I'm the only one who would ever give you a chance and you blew it," Katsuki sneers.
He pounds her like the fucktoy she is. He hits her cervix hard with each thrust, fully intending on leaving her bruised and bred, and she forces out Jirou levels of performative moans through her sobs. He reaches forward and hooks his fingers in her mouth, two on each side, to stretch open her lips, nice and wide.
"Bet that's why you were born invisible," he continues, breathing laboriously in her ear. He grunts with each harsh slam of his hips. "You're so disgusting to look at, the world did the rest of us a solid."
"Uh, uh, uh! Uh huh! I'm sorry!" she gets out, warbled. "D-do you—ngh! Haah, oh shit! Do you want me to—to—?"
"To turn invisible? No." Katsuki brings a hand back to spank her. He adds enough heat to make a longer lasting mark, burning her with a pop and sizzle. His other hand stays at her mouth, shoving his fingers down her throat and making her gag. "I just want you to learn somethin' from this. Really internalize it. You are a worthless cockslut and nothing else! You could never be a real hero. The most you could ever hope to be is a baby machine. Useless Quirk, ugly face, repulsive body—and you think you can be anything other than a breeding sow? Give me a fuckin' break!"
Part of him wonders if she even deserves this much. If he were a worse man, he might've just left her naked in the streets to be torn apart by shady villains. She'd learn quickly that having the baby of the next number one hero is infinitely better than a random villain of hundreds. But Katsuki is still a hero and, despite the flaws of his girls, he is rather attached to them. Even Hagakure has her moments.
He never wanted to bring the hammer down, and he still doesn't, but his mother taught him that gentleness teaches nothing. Ruthlessness is a mercy. So he throws Hagakure to the seat of the couch and roughly rams his cock into her as blood rushes to his pelvis.
"Stupid—fucking—cunt!"
His abdomen tightens and his heavy balls slap against her. Katsuki hits her cervix with a animalistic snarl and pumps her full. Hagakure twitches, her brain switched off and replaced with the massive load of cum he puts in her womb. She moans quietly, pained and zombie-like. She leaks white and red when he pulls out. Her body is covered in bruises and pink burns from his Quirk.
Katsuki stretches with a satisfying groan and redresses while he waits for her to come back down. He's not sure if she orgasmed or not, but he doesn't really care. When she starts shifting, seemingly more aware, he pats her head—the only affection he gives.
"You better come back to school with a positive pregnancy test," he says, his anger sufficiently burned out. What's left behind is mellow, but no less stern. "If you don't, I'm giving Mineta everything to post online. Don't test me."
He goes to leave, but Hagakure grabs his hand with a tearful, "Wait!"
He stops and looks over his shoulder at her. She's crying again and her face is bruised to hell, but he doesn't feel an ounce of sympathy. She could've easily avoided this if she just listened to him.
"I—" She swallows thickly. "Th-thank you. For—for punishing me. And giving me a second chance."
"Yeah, whatever. You'll get the second chance when you're knocked up," Katsuki says, shaking off her hold. "I'll be back every other day or so to breed you. Don't fuck this up."
There's thirteen days until their first day back. It's a tight squeeze, but Katsuki knows she can find out she's pregnant as early as a week after it happens. If she isn't stupid and doesn't take any other pills she has hidden, she should be able to see a doctor the day before school starts for a much more reliable confirmation. She better hope she's fertile as hell because he's not giving her any extra time. Not after all this. If she doesn't take her meds and still isn't knocked up… well, that's tough shit, ain't it?
He isn't one to set his girls up for total failure, so he does keep his word and comes over as often as he can. Some days, he only sticks around for the five to ten minutes it takes to cum inside her, and other days he stays for much longer. It depends on how he's feeling, and how interesting she can make it. At one point, her parents were home so she had to sneak him through her window and he got to defile her in her bed while her mommy and daddy were just outside the door. They had no idea how much of a dumb slut their little girl was and he spent a good hour turning her into a teen mom right under their noses.
And that's how the rest of his summer goes. He still makes time for everyone else, though, and relishes in those last days in the sun. Except for Ochako. He doesn't know what he's going to do about that, or how he wants to confront her. If he wants to. She likely gave Hagakure that stash early on in the relationship, just after she got pregnant, and he doesn't necessarily want to punish her for a lapse in judgemental. She's hormonal, and she wasn't as well trained back then. But he can't just ignore this either.
He puts off dealing with it for another time.
They're called back to the dorms the night before school is meant to start and Katsuki is relieved to get the hag out of his hair. Yuuei is a second home at this point, and he likes being there more than he likes being at his first. Having his best friends and his sluts in one spot certainly sweetens the deal, too. He missed having total access to everyone, and he already has ideas on how to tackle winter break too.
After he's settled in, Katsuki heads over to Hagakure's dorm. Due to his lack of trust in them all, he's started this term with the new requirement that he have the spare key to each of their rooms, so he lets himself in. She's already naked, as per his instruction, and tied up in Sero's tape. He owed Katsuki a favor for nutting in her.
It leaves Hagakure on her back with her ankles tied to her bed frame and her hands tied to her knees. Her legs are spread open, her bruises have been healed by a Quirk from her doctor's visit, and there's a piece of paper at the foot of her bed. A positive pregnancy test.
Katsuki picks it up and nods his approval.
"Does this mean we're okay?" Hagakure asks timidly, lifting her head to meet his stony gaze.
"It means we will be. Probably," he answers, tossing the page to the side and pulling out his phone. He sends a quick text and answers her unasked question. "I'm not ready to get back with you yet. You really, really fucked things up, Hagakure, and you need to fix it by proving that I can trust you."
She makes a sad little noise. "What do you mean? H-how can I do that?"
Katsuki gestures for her to wait a second and pulls up a website on his phone. There are a few that he monitors, but he only really cares about one: Sporty Girls Dark Room.
It's a link Mineta sent him when they first made their arrangement. It leads him to simplistic text page with links to navigate hundreds of forums organized by porn-obsessed losers with nothing better to do. Each one is dedicated to a different female student from Yuuei, going back decades, and it's labeled based on the year and the placement of the girl you're looking for during her Sports Festival.
When you open a page, it starts with a basic head shot of the student and, beneath it, is her hero name, her legal name, a description of her Quirk, and as much information as these people have gotten from news articles, interviews, and stalking the girl's social media. If she's graduated to become a hero, the next section has updated head shots and timelines of her hero career.
Beneath that is a drop-down menu of dozens, sometimes hundreds, of pictures and videos in chronological order. Starting from still screens and clips of the girl's performance at the Sports Festival and going through various moments in her career where she's worn something too tight, gotten beat up a little too much, or did something accidentally sexual. Next to all that is another section of drop down menus.
This area has comment threads linked to it of creepy perverts discussing the whereabouts of the hero: her patrol routes, her press tours, and her general sightings. If she's too young to be a hero, they talk about any news they can find about her and try to track down her family and home address, something made much harder when Yuuei moved to a dormitory system. Regardless, the villains—because that's what these people are—use the information they have to coordinate "meet ups" with the girl.
They stalk her, corner her, and make her dance for them. In the best of cases, they're just disgruntled assholes making a statement by throwing things at her or kicking her ass. In the worst case, they rape her against the dirty brick of an alleyway and, when they're finished, leave her in a dumpster. Most of the time, she's still breathing, but there's a handful of women and girls from years before his time that weren't. In modern day, heroes are too beloved for a killer to get away without national press coverage, so the worst they get is some trauma, a little bit of maiming, and a permanent scar or two.
It's all ends up captured by film and posted here for her adoring fans to cum to. Katsuki has been scrolling through pages for weeks and he's barely scratched the surface. The most notable one had been Midnight, of course. She's been a favorite on this site after her first debut at fifteen years old left her half-naked on national television. Since then, there's tons of footage of her kinky outfits and even more user submitted rape videos. By Katsuki's estimate, there's around fifty hours of her being ruthlessly gangraped in her early twenties, only to stop when she got hired by Yuuei.
But she's far from the only one. Practically every female Pro from Yuuei has at least one violent assault on their page. It's like a milestone they have to hit before they can say they've truly made it as heroes. It's another reason he does want his girls to become heroes. He wants to see what happens when their bubbles burst and they realize that female Pros are just here for one reason and one reason only.
And then, there are the pages he watches like a hawk. The most recent year, marked with twenty-four names. Six from 1-A, seven from 1-B, five from the Gen Ed classes, and six from the Support Course classes. The activity around them buzzes the most, seeing as they're the freshest crop of holes in the up-and-coming (though, girls in Yuuei's third year aren't much better as men prepare for their graduation day—when they're finally lifted from Yuuei's protections. Hado Nejire of the big three is highly anticipated).
Katsuki can't even say how many times he's read the threads on his classmates. Paragraphs about how much these villains want to beat, rape, and mangle their teenage bodies, and how excited they are to get their hands on them in a couple years. It's good shit, made better by Katsuki's addition.
He pulls up Hagakure's page and scrolls down. Her head shot has been updated to be of her visible face and, unlike the others girls in their year, her user submitted section has six different photos posted. One is of her fully naked on her bed, her student ID in front of her tits and covered in Katsuki's cum, and the rest are a mix of shots he's taken while fucking her or nudes she's sent at his request. Each one has dozens of comments under them from different men jerking off to her and expressing their amazement at how one of their community members got access to such gold.
Katsuki turns the phone and shows Hagakure. When she realizes what she's looking at, her face falls in horror. The same horror she had when he found out about her treason.
"I thought you said… if I got pregnant…?" she whimpers, staring bug-eyed at him.
"I lied," Katsuki says bluntly. "I told Mineta to post these pictures the day I confronted you—and I have more that are primed to go. Videos included. I told you what happens when you defy me—when I break up with you. You knew what you were getting into."
Her jaw drops and her tiny brain finally starts working. She's pregnant, exposed to thousands of Japan's cruelest men, and he has all the power to keep her safe.
"Do you still want to be with me?" Katsuki asks, lowering his phone and caressing her inner thigh. She's shaking, so pale she looks like she'll be sick. "Well, do you? Do you want my love?"
He doesn't know if she says yes because she has no other options or if she's really that deep in, but it doesn't matter. His punishment finally fixed what little resistance she had, so she just accepts his every word and cries. She needs him. She loves him. She doesn't know what else she'll do without him. He leans down and kisses her softly—the way he kisses Ochako and Mina.
"We need some time apart," Katsuki tells her, pulling away, "and you need to learn some appreciation for what I've given you."
He stuffs the pregnancy test in his pocket and opens the door to her dorm, much to her confusion. Waiting in the hallway is Mineta, impatiently tapping his foot.
"It's about time," he says, lisp so recognizable that Hagakure whips her head up.
Her watery eyes widen when she sees his smirk and Mineta rubs his hands together like the hungry insect he is. Katsuki rolls his eyes and starts to step out as the boy messily undresses.
"Mineta offered to keep you warm while we go on a break," Katsuki explains to Hagakure, speaking over her frantic objections. "If you know what's good for you, you'll thank him for plastering your pictures everywhere."
"And beg me to do it more!" Mineta says, too excited. "You're gonna be a good pleasure slave, aren't you? Gonna let me expose those titties while I clap your cheeks—"
"Oh, shut up," Katsuki snips. "Save it for when I leave, fuckin' perv."
Katsuki agreed to let Mineta post anything he records while he has Hagakure in his slimy purple grasp. It's not like he has much of a choice when he's decided to make this her punishment. He thought about giving her to Sero instead, but that's more of a reward than anything. None of the girls like Mineta, and he owes Mineta more than he'd like to admit for the blackmail shit, so this is a win-win for everyone.
"Kat—Katsuki, please! I'm sorry! I love you!" Hagakure cries, wiggling against her restraints. She did a good job getting herself trapped, though, so there's no escaping when Mineta scrambles on to her bed, fully naked.
His cock is shockingly big. Not abnormally so, and certainly nothing when compared to Katsuki's, but for his short stature, it's a decent size. When he's hard anyway. He's a grower, not a shower, and it's enough to knock the wind from her lungs when he pushes inside her cunt. Probably his first time inside one.
She gasps, her back arching, and Mineta doesn't waste any time before going full throttle. The door isn't even closed yet and the room is filled with his nasally noises and the sound of his balls smacking against her ass. The little whore moans with tears streaming down her cheeks and Katsuki scoffs.
Watching Mineta fuck her isn't anything like watching the guys do it. There's no sense of pride or fun. He's only really interested because it humiliates her. Otherwise, it's just gross.
"Do whatever you want to her, just be careful of her stomach. She's pregnant," Katsuki tells him.
Mineta groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Fuck, can I knock her up next? Fill 'er up with my grape seeds?"
That's the worst thing Katsuki has ever heard but, based on the panicked look on Hagakure's face, it's not a bad idea. She warbles an objection that he ignores.
"Assuming you aren't an idiot and we don't get thrown in jail in nine months? Sure, whatever, I'll consider it," Katsuki says, nose scrunched in disgust.
Mineta's thrusts pick up speed and he starts babbling to Hagakure about how good she feels, and how much he wants to breed her, and how he's been waiting for a day like this since school started. She whines and keeps calling out to Katsuki, more and more frantic.
He is officially over all of this.
The door clicks shut behind him just as she screams his name.