The hero academic

Summary:

It fits perfectly. The bra almost seems as if it were tailored to cup his small pecs and the panties stretch over to frame his thick behind snugly. As expected though, his black cock cage pokes out through the lace, clearly visible from the front. And with his black collar on, he looks...

Pretty. He looks so pretty and flushed. His breath catches again as he looks on at his own reflection in the floor length mirror. The dark green lace is stark against his pale skin. It looks good. It feels good. Soft and smooth against his skin. He shifts to a different angle, fingers coming up to touch his collar and toy with the heart shaped lock there. The key to both the collar and his cock cage lay against his mistress' neck. His mistress who loves him and spoils him and owns him.

Fuck. He looks pretty and feminine and owned. Mistress bought him everything he's wearing. He's hers. His heart picks up at that. The submissive side of him purring in contentment, and slowly but surely rising to the surface like a cat waking from slumber.

Or, Izuku spends a nice evening in with his wonderful Kacchan.

Notes:

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

When his friends in college had seen him struggle financially and jokingly suggested he find himself a sugar daddy, he had never envisioned it to actually happen. But here he is, 2 years down the road and living a reality where he's patiently waiting on his knees. Not for a sugar daddy but a sugar mommy. Semantics but the sentiment remains. The Izuku of two years ago would have promptly fainted at the very thought but he guesses time changes people. College is, after all, the perfect time for self-discovery and growth, to experiment and explore. And the past two years have certainly been enlightening to say the least. Lots of self realisations and all that good stuff. He's gone from a wide-eyed virgin to a young man comfortable with sex and his own sexuality. He's certainly come a long way. All that is to say, he's been craving a good fuck. And tonight, he hopes his Mistress will be kind. Maybe. He enjoys it when she's mean as well.

He tugs down the short pleated skirt riding up as he shifts to sit better on his knees. It's been a full year since he's been with his Mistress. An entire year of being dressed up and paraded around, of being spoiled and treated, and yet he still feels self-conscious when alone with his thoughts. No matter, his Mistress will be home soon and she'll take care of him, soothe his worries - and if he's lucky, there'll be something more. He's awfully pent up.

It's been a long week since they'd last met. Kacchan busy with her job and he with college. But it's Friday now and they have the entirety of the weekend to indulge in each other and in some sex.

He rubs his thighs together in anticipation. That morning, he'd woken up to messages from Kacchan. Eagerness swelling inside him as he'd read the short, succinct sentences.

"Come over after you're done with your lectures for the day. I have a surprise for you, baby."

"And make sure you're nice and ready for me. You know how I like you."

And indeed Izuku did. Which was exactly why he'd rushed to Kacchan's apartment the second his last class of the day was over. He'd used the spare key to the luxury condo, letting himself in and preparing himself for the night ahead. He'd cleaned himself up and then set to finding the perfect outfit. His mistress liked to dress him up, liked when he looked soft and pretty. A year with Kacchan had left him with options galore when it came to clothing. He had an entire wardrobe of pretty outfits, jewellery, make up and other accessories. All gifts from mistress who admired and actively encouraged him to explore his more feminine side.

For tonight, he had specifically chosen the black pleated skirt, both for the easy access to his princess parts that it provided and also because he liked the look and feel of it. The way it hung from his hips, accentuating his rounded behind. The feel of it as it swished whenever he turned or twirled, lifting up and flashing fleeting glimpses of his caged cock and thick thighs. It made him feel both slutty and pretty. Like mommy's little princess. He'd paired the short skirt with a sparkly crop top and white thigh high socks. And as always, his leather collar, sitting snug around his neck completed the look. It was discreet, something he always had on. His collar and cock cage - the two mandatory things Mistress always insisted on- a sign of Kacchan's ownership. It felt nice. Nice to be able to indulge in this more secretive side of himself- the side that wanted to be soft and pretty and owned.

Soon. Anticipation rises in him as the clock tics down, closer and closer to six. Soon, Kacchan- mistress- will be home soon.

Almost as if summoned by his thoughts, the front door clicks unlocked, slowly opening to reveal Kacchan in all her blonde, busty glory. Izuku smiles. Heart filling with joy and wonder at the sight of his beautiful mommy. His mistress.

"Welcome home, Mistress!" he chirps. Even after a long work day, she looks as put together and flawless as when she left this morning. Hair pulled back in a high pony, pressed clothes barely wrinkled and make up barely budged.

"Oh? My babygirl is waiting for me. How fucking perfect. And you've dressed up just like I asked you to." Ruby Red lips stretch into a smile as equally red eyes take in his appearance.

Seemingly satisfied with what she sees, Kacchan moves closer, closing the door behind her as she does so. Her slim, perfectly manicured hand threads through his hair before sliding down to cup his cheek and tilt his face up.

At mistress' prompting, Izuku lifts his eyes from the floor and gazes up to meet her. His heart flutters as leonine red eyes dart across his face. Her smile grows into a smirk. He's not surprised she sees right through him. His mistress is amazing after all.

He blushes, readily opening his mouth when elegant fingers tap at his lips.

"Hm, you look so fucking pretty. Is this all for me, babygirl?" She murmurs, petting his tongue.

Izuku bites back a moan and nods in agreement. Yes, it's for Kacchan. All of it is for Kacchan.

"Good."

Kacchan steps back, placing her handbag and keys away and toeing off her stilettos. She shoves a small gift bag towards him in the midsts of unbuttoning the collar of her silk blouse and he scrambles to catch it.

"Got a fucking gift for you. Be good for me and go slip it on, yeah? Then wait for me in the playroom, baby. I'll meet you there and we can have some fun." With a final pat on the head, Kacchan moves further inside the apartment, leaving Izuku to watch her go.

"Yes, mistress." He replies. Once she's disappeared, he turns his focus to the little bag he's clutching. Gifts from Kacchan aren't rare. Izuku's found out that Kacchan quite likes spoiling him. Almost as much as she likes punishing him and putting him in his place.

The bag doesn't give any indication of what might be inside. But it certainly looks expensive with it's weight and feel, and the elegant golden script writing out the name of some brand Izuku does;nt recognise. But then again, that isn't a surprise. Kacchan has high standards and expensive tastes. From past experiences, it could be anything from jewellery to clothing, trickets or books. Or even a new sex toy.

Moving quickly to the playroom, he ruffles through the wispy tissue paper as he goes, excited to see what's underneath and-

Oh.

It's lingerie. Expensive, extremely pretty lingerie. Izuku flushes red. He can feel the heat spread up his neck to settle atop his cheek. He'll love it, he already knows. His breath catches while thumbing the delicate lace and pulling it out entirely from the bag. It's a gorgeous dark green, clearly meant to bring out his eyes and hair. The bralette is completely sheer, with thin criscrossing straps and a mesh of intricate lace that leaves nothing to the imagination. A pattern of roses spread across the cups, strategically placed to just barely cover his nipples, he thinks. Placing it gently down on the bed, he takes the matching panties and it's- indecent. He feels his face grow even warmer. It's the same dark green lace and cut high enough to leave his ass cheeks out on display. It has scrap of lace so narrow it will completely disappear between his ass cheeks and the front- the front is even more skimpy. It's simply a flimsy strip of triangle lace that is more decorative than functional. Izuku looks down, pulling his skirt up to peer at his cock. Even with his smaller than average cock caged and locked, he doubts the panty will cover him fully. His little cock drools at the thought, leaking shiny pre cum and wetting his thigh.

Unable to wait any longer, he licks his lips, and moves quickly and efficiently to strip out of his clothes and slip on the lingerie and the pair of matching stockings and garter also in the bag.

It fits perfectly. The bra almost seems as if it were tailored to cup his small pecs and the panties stretch over to frame his thick behind snugly. As expected though, his black cock cage pokes out through the lace, clearly visible from the front. And with his black collar on, he looks...

Pretty. He looks so pretty and flushed. His breath catches again as he looks on at his own reflection in the floor length mirror. The dark green lace is stark against his pale skin. It looks good. It feels good. Soft and smooth against his skin. He shifts to a different angle, fingers coming up to touch his collar and toy with the heart shaped lock there. The key to both the collar and his cock cage lay against his mistress' neck. His mistress who loves him and spoils him and owns him.

Fuck. He looks pretty and feminine and owned. Mistress bought him everything he's wearing. He's hers. His heart picks up at that. The submissive side of him purring in contentment, and slowly but surely rising to the surface like a cat waking from slumber.

"Admiring yourself, are we?" A voice suddenly asks. He startles. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the new presence it seems. Turning, he's greeted by the sight of his mistress and what a glorious sight she is. Izuku will never tire of looking at her. Fuck, how did he get so lucky?

She's changed her professional pencil skirt and blouse for a leather mini skirt now and a tight black corset. The skirt wraps around hourglass hips and that hides her pussy. Izuku thinks he can see wetness glistening from just underneath. The corset also does a magnificent job of pushing up Mistress' large breasts. The corset makes them look even more huge. It makes Izuku want to desperately suck on them. Worship them. Just- anything. Anything for Mistress.

"Mistress," this time he can't control the moan. They haven't even started and he's already so worked up.

Smirking, Kacchan walks forward. She's already so tall and stately but she's wearing those red bottom heels that make her absolutely tower over Izuku and his modest frame.

Mistress comes to stand behind him. Pushing her breasts into his back and leaning down to hook her chin over his shoulder. A hand comes to squeeze at his pec while the other moves to his crotch, lightly tracing his cage through the quickly dampening lace. Izuku chokes down a gasp.

"Oh? Is my girl feeling herself tonight? Do you like my present Izuku?"

"Yes, mistress. I like it so much." Izuku feels his heart pounding in his ears. Kacchan smells so good. Like spice and caramel and sex. Its intoxicating. She's warm and heady and it's all around him. He wants to please her so bad, he aches.

"That's good because you look beautiful in lingerie, baby. So fucking pretty. All dressed up for me. Pretty and perfect and already so submissive." With one final squeeze, she let's go of him and moves to the bed.

"It's been such a long fucking week. I'm so stressed, baby. Come over and make me feel good and if you do a good enough job, maybe I'll think about rewarding you."

Enthusiastic to please, he moves to where the blonde has made herself comfortable, sprawled over luxury sheets and leaning back against the headboard of the bed. She raises her legs, bent at the knees, and immediately slips a hand down in between them. The leather mini skirt is pushed up her thighs to bunch around her hips, revealing a bare needy pussy and no underwear. Mistress spreads her legs wider, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as her fingers begin to move.

As Izuku approaches closer, he's treated to the sight of mistress' pretty, pretty pussy. Wet and dripping. And god, he wants- wants so bad. To taste, to smother himself in that heaven. Just like the rest of her, Kacchan's pussy is also breathtaking. Completely hairless and plump with fat outer lips and the tiniest, pinkest little hole hidden in between. It's glossy and swollen and Izuku watches mesmerised as mistress groans, eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure. She dips her fingers in and out, coaxing out more slick from deep within. Copious amounts of slick that spreads and drips down, down to...

Her other hole. Mistress' perfect asshole is shiny too. Rosy and tight and lightly winking at him. Izuku's mouth waters.

"Come here, slut. Time to get to work." Mistress pats the space between her legs and Izuku shudders at the sudden hard tone to her voice. He especially likes it when mistress is mean to him and it seems that's the flavour for tonight.

The moment he settles in, long, lithe legs come to wrap around his head and a hand harshly winds through his hair, pushing his face into wet, soft heat.

They both moan together then. Katsuki at the feeling of the wet tongue slithering up and down her sensitive folds and Izuku at the sweet, musky scent of sex that floods his nose.

"That's it, slut. Make mommy feel good. I want to be able to squirt tonight. Mmm." She sighs in bliss as Izuku laps up the constantly overflowing slick, wiggling his tongue against mistress' dripping cunt in long swipes, broad strokes and short hard jabs.

"Oh fuck. Fuck yeahhh." Kacchan gasps.

Izuku works diligently, losing himself to the task. He moves his entire jaw, licking and slurping against plump, heated flesh and twisting his tongue to drag it across every nook and cranny of the cunt in front of him. He eats pussy like a man starved, barely breaking to breathe. Above him, Mistress archs her back, both hands holding his head still to grind down on him, covering his entire face with slick and smothering him till he's drenched and delirious.

"You're fucking getting off on this, aren't you? Fuck, you're such a slut." Katsuki sneers, grinding down harder when she gets a moan in reply and fucking herself on her sub's tongue. "You'll do anything for this pussy, wouldn't you?"

She gets a muffled reply in response. Mistress eases back down and Izuku gasps for air, breathing in more of that musky scent. It feels like he's drunk, he thinks as he wastes no time, going back to feasts before him.

"So fucking good. My clit, slut. Pay attention to my clit." Obedient as ever, Izuku shifts to nibble lightly at mistress' engorged clit. It's beautifully hard, blooming out from it's hood and demanding attention. He sucks at the little nub hard, his eyes fluttering shut and mind growing hazy at the pleased groan he gets in response to the action.

Breathing hard from where she's reclining, Katsuki unwinds her legs from around her baby girl's head to spread them out, rolling her hips and watching with lidded eyes as her slut mouths at her pussy. She brings a hand to pop her tits out of the corset where they're constrained, breathing easier when they spill over.

With each swipe of her baby's tongue, she feels her pussy quiver, gushing wave after wave of fresh slick that promptly gets swallowed. It feels so good having her pussy eaten. She's been pent up all week and she doesn't have to check between Izuku's legs to know that he's the same. Perhaps even more pent up than her. She's not the one in chastity after all.

Her baby does something particularly clever with his tongue and Katsuki gets her breath almost knocked out of her. She's close. So close to the edge. She lets go of Izuku's head and brings both hands to her ample tits. Cupping them and bouncing them around. Fuck. Her nipples are hard and sensitive and simply brushing against them sends tingles down her spine.

More. She needs more.

"My asshole. Need you to lick my fucking ass, slutty baby. Lick mommy's ass and rub her clitty. I'm so fucking close. Make mommy cum. Do it, slut." She says humping against Izuku's face.

She tweaks her nipples, tugging and pulling them into even stiffer peaks as Izuku eagerly complies with her directions. Always so happy to follow instruction and fully concentrated on his mistress' pleasure alone. Such a good sub.

Her slut is close to subspace it seems. Mindless and horny and perfectly compliant. His face is smothered by her slick. Mouth shifting down to attach around her rim and fuuck- sucking it till its soft and relaxed. Fuck, that feels good. Anal stimulation always feels so good.

"Good girl." she gasps, "Keep going. Put your tongue in there, just the tip." Immediately, Izuku complies.

Fuck yeah.

"Mm. Fuck. Now fuck my dirty asshole with that tongue. In and out slut, but with just the tip."

The pleasure is immediate. Her slut's silky tongue pokes at her tight little back entrance, forcing its way in till the tip of Izuku's tongue is seated inside her most intimate hole. Her anal walls reflexively tighten around the wet intrusion and she bites her lip at the desperate moan it pulls out of her sub. After a moments pause, Izuku begins to move that sinful tongue. Following her words to a T, he starts a steady pace, in and out, but never more than the tip.

"Oh fuck! Ah. Oh, yeahh." She grinds down till her subby slut's nose is in her pussy, his tongue still fucking her asshole. She reaches out to bring his hand to her clit.

"You forgot about my clit? Is my slutty girl too horny to fucking multitask?"

Izuku keens at the insult and Katsuki very nearly screams as the vibrations travel up her ass and pussy, stimulating both at the same time.

Nearly. Almost there. With both her asshole and pussy being pleasured and her clit rubbed, she brings both hands back to her breasts, once again tugging and pulling at her pink nipples. Its too much. But it feels so good. Just- more. A little more.

"Worship my ass and pussy! You nasty slut! You love my ass and pussy! Fuck, oh fuck. Almost- squirt. I want to-"

With a final harsh twist of her nipples, she comes with a scream.

"Fuuuck! I'm squirting! Im squirting, baby! Oh fuck-"

Hot lady cum squirts out from her pulsing cunt, absolutely spraying the man in between her legs and drenching her thighs. Her ass clamps down on the wet muscle still moving in and out and heralding an orgasm so strong her vision whites out.

When the high slowly dissipates, Izuku is still between her legs, eyes closed and gently licking up the glistening wetness from between her overstimulated folds and down her crack. Katsuki hums in satisfaction, body limp and free from stress as her sub goes about cleaning her. She shivers as he plants tiny kisses over her pliant asshole and drenched pussy, in between lapping up the leaking fluids. Such a good girl. So well trained.

"Mm. Such a well trained subby baby. Come up here, Izuku?"

Izuku shuffles his way up at the invitation and settles down on top of her, cutely nuzzling at her tits and smearing her tits with her own cum gratuitously coating his face.

She pets him. "How close to subspace are you sweetheart?"

"Very- very close mistress. I'm- It- it wont take much."

She hums. "And your cock? Or well. Your clit? Its too small to be a real cock. Are you hard, babygirl?"

"Yes, mistress." His body shivers at the sudden humiliating words. Katsuki smiles.

She can feel the hardness of the plastic cage against her thigh. She hums again, breathing in deep and mindlessly bringing both her hands to part his asscheeks. They don't fit in her hands, as thick and perky as they are.

She watches, languid and amused, as Izuku gasps when she runs a finger down his crack to pet at the tiny, hungry hole hiding in between.

"Fuck, you're such a fucking bottom. Small cock, fat ass, it's so fucking cute."

"Yes, mistress." Izuku blushes prettily at her words and hides his face between her cleavage.

"You made mommy squirt so I suppose you deserve a reward. Good girls get to come. Would you like that, baby? Do you want me to take your clitty out of its cage and let you cum then tuck you back in again?"

Green eyes rise to meet red and Izuku nods dopey and dazed. His asshole flutters against her fingers, almost in anticipation. She pets it, indulging her babygirl. Her slut is so predictable.

"What do you want me to do to you, sweetheart?"

Her finger dips inside izuku's tiny boypussy and the boy's entire body twitches.

"Want you to fuck me, mistress. Ah- want. Want to feel pretty and good and- want to come. Please." His voice is a breathy sigh, getting higher and higher the more she fingers him.

"Go get lube and mommy's cock then. Your favourite one, you know which. Then present. I'm going to wreck that ass."

There's a mean glint in Katsuki's red eyes. A look at promises something Izuku is long familiar with.

Delight and desperation both curl tight in Izuku's belly. It's going to be a long night it seems.