Hey, guys! BD and GOTA are here with the latest installment of 'Our Little Pet (That We Love Oh So Much).' In this chapter, it will serve as a flashback that will lead to the events between Nejire and Izuku. Nejire meets with a mutual friend of Izuku at a Denny's. It is there where she arranges her plan to obtain Izuku in her possession. Warning: this chapter includes crossdressing, anal sex, comeplay, and strong graphic content. Discretion is strongly advised. Enjoy!

It was a few minutes after six in the evening as Nejire sat at a Denny's in downtown. She wanted a place where she knew not many students would visit nor faculty and staff frequent. She could guess that none would dare touch the greasy, slimy American food that resulted in obesity, heart disease, and high blood pressure from their western counterparts. Nejire ordered a cup of coffee. An apple pie with whipped cream topping came with it but needed something without prying waitresses asking questions about her patronage.

The sounds of scraps from forks on plates filled the diner. She was browsing mindlessly on social media, something to pass the time.

Her contact was already a few minutes late.

She sat down her phone, eyeing the sea of green that was consuming the windows to her soul. They didn't even follow each other on social media as he wasn't an avid user. His last post was from two months ago. It was an image taken at a noodle stand at I-Island. He was a fan of katsudon and wanted to take a picture of his adoration for it. It was Naruto themed thus taking an image for such an occasion. Nejire swore that she had viewed the image over a thousand times. If she could duplicate profiles, she would give it over a thousand likes. She made cutesy comments, complementing its artistic expression of the titular character, asking for its taste and was it to his liking.

The eighteen-year-old knew it would fall on deaf ears. No response, not even a heart emoji. Izuku Midoriya rarely comments on pictures. She could presume that social media wasn't the biggest deal for the teen. Probably want to avoid the cesspool of hopelessness, frugality, and desperation of being noticed. The attention-grabbing, the attention-seeking, the exposure of love, hate, jealousy - things she could presume that was unappealing to the teen. Deku had hundreds of followers and yet, only a handful he followed. He barely made comments and if he did, they were emojis, emoticons he felt describe more of the occasion than verbiage.

She returned to her menu and clicked on her photo gallery. They were images of the boy-in-question. Captured images of him in a natural state - at gym class, eating at lunch, at the train station, sitting outside at the playground bench in front of his apartment building. One image that stuck out to the cyan-haired teen was an image of him reading a story to a kid named Kota.

It was no secret that Kota Izumi was the cousin of Wild, Wild Pussycats leader, Shino Sousaki. Word through the grapevine was that Izuki babysat Kota whenever Shino was performing, busy at the hero agency, or just wanted a girls night out. Nejire was there as Kota was nestled in Deku's lap. They were reading The Giver. She knew that Izuku was a fan of dystopian science fiction novels. Seeing Kota's excitement about the boy who wanted to escape the perilous home he had called 'the Community.' Nejire helplessly watched Kota reading alone with Izuku. Both turning the pages and Izuku's added dialogue of adventure excited the six-year-old.

Nejire envied the boy, the book, anything that touched Izuku.

Later that night, she masturbated to the thoughts of Izuku reading that book with Kota. instead of Kota, it was Deku that was sitting on her lap.

Lust filled her mind from the very beginning about him. His soft freckled cheeks, skin that reminded her of fresh cream. Eyes that could make any woman melt and wanted to become a mother. He was a gentle, nubile boy. A boy that Nejire wanted to corrupt and turn into a boy to her liking.

The electric door slid open. Upon instinct, the cyan-haired teen turned around. She looked at the lanky waitress with the connect-in-question. A spiky-haired blond that was all too familiar with the boy she loved and lusted.

"I'm over here, Bakugo." Nejire waved her hands, alerting him to come to the table. The red-eyed blond placed his hands in his pockets as he briskly bee-lined his way to the table. Nejire stood to welcome him. "Bakugo." She bowed humbly. "Thank you for coming."

He made a tch sound. He didn't look directly at her. He rubbed the sole of his shoe as if he was putting out a cigarette. His quivering lip indicated that this appointment wasn't much of his choosing.

Nejire spread her arms, indicating that she was reaching out for a hug. Katsuki blew a raspberry as he begrudgingly approached the woman-in-question. She wrapped her arms tightly, holding onto the blond as if he was her true love. From the outside, the patrons would have mixed feelings, rather their public display of affection violated cultural norms or would find it sweet. However, if they knew how both parties felt about each other, they would beg to differ.

She firmly pressed her ear to his lip. In a tiny whisper, she said, "It would be in your best interest if you comply with me." Katsuki's neck hairs stood attentively like antennas. He felt her hand sliding down to his hip. "Let the patrons think we are lovers or long lost friends. Acquaintances if you will." She gripped his belt. "And not some cock-sleeved slut slave." She planted her nose to his neck, inhaling his scent.

Fear was her favorite type of cologne.

The spiky-haired blond complied, softening the tenseness of his body as she embraced him. After the brief pregnant silence, both sat across from each other in the booth. The waitress came and Nejire ordered a cinnamon raisin bagel and a cup of strawberry milk for Katsuki. Her apple pie was still in the oven and would require more time. Complimentary milkshakes were presented to Nejire which she delightfully accepted. She was specific to the waitress to find the most plump cherries she could find.

As the waitress departed, Nejire dropped the facade of a kind patron. She took a sip of her now lukewarm coffee and glared at neighboring patrons beside her. She then turned to Katsuki as he was fidgeting with his phone. "Mother always says it is rude to have your phone out when you are on a date or talking with a friend." She swiped the phone and placed it on her side. She didn't trust Katsuki.

She never did and she never would.

Katsuki, to Nejire, was her cock sleeve, an onahole - a flesh doll that needed to sate her appetite whenever she had a craving or needed a refill. No one would ever expect the so-called leader of 1-A to be a closeted slut. What originally started as blackmail after Bakugo caught her and her best friend, Yuyu having sex, the girls decided to apprehend him and rape him against his will. Yuyu was quite the videographer as each took turns raping him and filling him with spunk until he began sneezing out their mucus. What should have been a one-time thing turned into a regular routine. Bakugo would wait until the dead of night and head to Yuyu's apartment since she lived off-campus. At night, Bakugo would shed the clothing of feeling superior and becoming inferior as each girl took turns giving him what he craved. Rather at the same time with his ass and his mouthpussy or both taking him up his asspussy, the teen couldn't get enough.

Quite unfortunate as although he was no longer a virgin, his dick has yet to taste the forbidden fruit.

She twiddled with her thumbs momentarily, blew into her hair, and then grabbed her phone. Going to her galleries, she showed the picture and slid it to Bakugo.

Bakugo cautiously took the phone. When inspecting the photo in question, he saw that it was Izuku. Katsuki wasn't really surprised. She and Yuyu had such an insatiable appetite that one boy wasn't going to be enough. "Deku," he said out loud. Nejire wasn't sure it was directed at her or to himself. "Thinking of doing lewd things?" A nervous chuckle was emitted out of his lips.

"I would be the last bitch to pass judgment," she said callously as she sipped her coffee. "We have enough evidence that can make you change schools, prefectures, countries, and even the planet." She stuck out her tongue. "Bakugo - fearless leader and bully by day. Bakuho - a crybabying, cock-craving whore by night." She whistled insincerely. "A move I would not advise if I were you."

The teen blushed, nervously gripping the ends of the table. "I didn't mean anything by that, Hadou."

"Hadou...what," she raised her eyebrow.

"Hadou-sama," he said in a lower tone.

"Good," she responded with a smile. "However, offenses are offenses. What is not allowed is not allowed." She pursed her lips. "I would be sure Yuyu put that pussy of yours back in place when you come by tonight."

"I have a soccer game with the boys tonight," he interjected by groaning. "Kirishima, Todoroki, Sero and Tokoyami are expecting me."

"And?"

"What happened about having the day off tonight?"

"Lower that tone if I were you, Baku-hole. Or else there will be a lot of kick back with a certain pair of balls tonight with Mistress Yuyu when she comes by," she said with a hint of aggravation. "She called me and she isn't in a good mood. She has detention and doesn't mind relieving some stress on that loose pussy of yours. Understand?"

"Understood, Hadou-sama," he replied quietly.

"Glad that you know your place," she replied. "Remind me to give you a reprieve before I head back home." She took a sip of her coffee. "The lunch rush is quite busy and noisy." She cheekily grinned. "No reason to be disturbed or anybody noticing the loud noises."

The spiky-haired blond shivered by her lecherous thoughts. Nevertheless, there wasn't any denial about the feelings of being filled once again by his mistresses.

"I've noticed that you two have been...distant lately," she said to him. "Would it be because of our...time together?"

He shook his head disapprovingly. "Deku has been really busy lately, I guess." He would not say that his relationship with Deku is filled with bad blood. Although tumultuous in their early childhood, he would admit that there has been distance between them since he began hanging out with a different crowd. Nevertheless, there might be acrimony in their past, he wouldn't say anything to incite concern to Hadou.

Mutualism must be respected therefore any outsiders, particularly Hadou, wouldn't know as it wasn't any of her business. What he and Deku have was between them and them alone.

However, word through the grapevine was that he had recently affiliating himself with Kendo and Kodai. Despite their candid nature, these were not the girls to trifle with. Kendo had a bashful, yet brash personality since she was Kodai's keeper. Kodai was reserved, reclusive, kept to herself and followed Kendo at every whim. The rumor mill discussed their relationship being of the lesbian kind. However, since Deku began participating in their circle, they have set themselves apart from anything else.

The trio would leave together. Classmates would question their relationship but only for a short while. Kendo and Kodai weren't exactly the most popular girls in school. Beautiful and attractive, but at the same time, unreachable and treacherous. The latter of which as Kendo can be volatile whenever something or someone messes with her safespace.

Nejire glared at her nails. "You guess?" He knew that wasn't exactly the answer she wanted to hear. "Do you think it is our time together overlapping your time with your precious Icchan?"

Within, Katsuki was appalled. Nicknames were sacred and calling Izuku by his nickname to him was insulting. If the school knew what really moved Hadou as anything cutesy and adorable immediately become tainted and perverted. The prowess of an insatiable woman.

"He's a teenager like you and I," he shot back. "He has a life and so do we. It isn't like I am his keeper. He is free to roam and pursue things as he pleases." He tried his best to not sound agitated. He didn't think this meeting was specifically in search of fresh blood.

Nejire licked her lips. She glared at the red-eyed blond momentarily. She nodded sharply. "Oh! I would think as much as you guys claimed to be friends that you would be spending time together." She produced a cheeky grin. "Yet again, as much as we pumped your ass with cum, your free time is probably spent on your stomach or sitting on a donut to take pressure off your ass." She giggled as she took a sip of her coffee. "But, whatever. What I want is what I need - him!"

"Where is my involvement," he asked. "You're basically the queen of UA. Why not approach him yourself?"

She clicked her tongue. "Were you giving me lip, Bakugo?"

He nodded in disagreement.

"You're sure?"

He nodded again. His eyes averted to the coffee that was laced by her soft fingers.

She told herself to relax. It was a public place and being a lady of modesty, she was going to embarrass herself.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was another story. However, for now, he was on thin ice.

"I need you to do some recon work on Midoriya," she said to him. She reached for her phone and clicked on the photo gallery. "Recognize them?" She slid the phone to him. Cautiously picking up the phone, he saw the girls in question.

Itsuka Kendo and Yui Kodai.

"These girls caught my wandering eye lately," she said. "Quite beautiful fillies, if you ask me." She cracked her knuckles. "If I wasn't already involved with a woman, then I would have them all to myself. Then yet again, jockeys keep the best of the best in their stalls." She giggled. "I don't mind building an army. An army of cock-starved sluts that would do anything at my bidding." She clicked her tongue. "You certainly fell into my place."

She decided to get back to the subject at hand. "Your precious Icchan has caught my eye for quite some time. He's sweet, wonderful, a pleasing sight." She licked her lips. "But, oh so delicious." She touched her chest. "I couldn't recall how many liters of spunk my panties have been doused with due to his sweet, candid nature." She narrowed her eyes. "A nature I would love to corrupt." She touched her cheeks like a squirrel gathering nuts. "Since then, I have thought about nothing but doing naughty things to him. I want to violate him. I want to do unspeakable things until he is a mere slut for his Hadou-sama only."

She took her phone. "Unfortunately, these bitches have stood in my way." She looked skyward to the ceiling. "The details on how I knew and what they did to obtain him are unnecessary. The thing is that they have what they should not have." She slapped the table. "What Nejire Hadou wants, Nejire Hadou gets. And what Hadou-sama wants is for your Icchan to become the mother of my babies."

It was one of those moments that Katsuki felt sorry for Deku. Even if he wanted to protect his friend, Nejire has dirt on him that could ruin his reputation. He sighed through his nose. He lifted his hand to rub the back of his head. "So it is safe to say that you have wanted this meeting because…."

"You're the only one close to him," she said. "Best friends can separate but bonds last forever." She chuckled. "You know him like I know the tightness of my dick deep inside the crack of your ass. I bet even Deku knows how loose-looking your asshole is. It's practically a pussy. Not like I'm complaining."

"..."

"What pleasure than to know the author of his plight is due to the betrayal of a best friend."

"..."

"Tamaki and Mirio are going to accompany you tomorrow at the gym. Since we don't trust you, they will be there to be sure that the task you are going to do for me gets done," she said calmly. "Or else, you will be spending some quality time with your onii-sans. Pardon my blaccent, but they can and will fuck with you the long way." She produced a sickening grin. "Tamaki and Mirio are down for whatever I say and tell them. We're best friends! So, for a few minutes of happiness from my precious kitty, they do what they are told."

He refused to answer, but nodded in her comprehension.

"I've been told that Kendo and Kodai have been spending time after school in the gym with Icchan. A bit too much time, if you ask me," she said to Katsuki. "I am not one-hundred percent certain but I know the scent of squid and the property of a cock sleeve if you catch my drift."

"Yeah," he said.

"Like the game, Monopoly, I would like to monopolize the merchandise that will become mine." She giggled as she stuck out her tongue. She snapped her fingers to regain Katsuki's concentration. "Mirio will keep watch at the bleachers in case of prying eyes. I've got a connect who tells me that cheerleading practice is cancelled thus there shouldn't be any interference. Tamaki will be with you. Don't let his shyness fool you. One text from me and you will see how open his shell can get." She went into her purse and pulled out a camera. She then slid it to Katsuki. "Do what you have to do."

"Yeah," he said.

"They will meet you outside of 1-A after school. Act friendly. Treat them like they are your best senpais. Fail to show, then...then, well you know what we can do to you, wakarimasu ka?"

"Wakarimasu ne," answered Katsuki.

"Here are your orders!"

"Just in time," said Nejire ecstatically to the waitress. Katsuki watched how easily the cyan-haired teen could flip her switch. As he was presented with his order, Nejire was portraying her usual goofy self in front of the waitress.

"My gosh! The plumpest cherry for my milkshake," she said as she rubbed her belly. "Yummy yummy for my hungry tummy!"

"Enjoy you two," said the waitress as she departed from the booth.

Nejire unwrapped the napkin to grab her spoon. Her eyes were glowing in delight as she dug the spoon into her milkshake.

Katsuki knew that was only for the public. He watched as she grabbed a scoop of milkshake and aimed for her mouth. Her wandering eye shot at him. She smiled. "By the way, Slut-ski."

She dropped the spoon.

"Oops! Nejire can be awfully clumsy," she said. "Bakugo, could you do me a favor and pick up the spoon for me?"

Katsuki knew that this wasn't a request. It was an order. Carefully, he slid down to the floor and got on his knees. Nejire had already lifted her skirt. The smell of womanhood entranced his nose. The plumpness of her cock announced its presence as it danced. Nejire used her hand to stroke her nine-inch cock. Decorated in precious silky material. Her panties and stockings were white chantilly lace. Such a pity that such a beautiful gem was certainly a conflict diamond.

"Use that milkshake to mask the taste," she said. "Just like your attitude, I, too, can mask my true nature." She narrowed her eyes. "Itadakimasu, bitch!"

Nejire was quite strategic when scouting a location - the furthest corner of the establishment. From her position, she was facing away from the patrons. However, Katsuki could see anything. So, therefore, no one would pay attention that a certain boy was providing Nejire her needs. She loosened the tension of her body, relaxing as she feasted on her strawberry milk. It was a misfortune that the probability of Izuku's cherry had popped. No matter to the eighteen year old, she had techniques that could make her newest pet feel like a virgin all over again.

She smacked Katsuki's head with a fork. "No teeth, damn you!"

The next day….

Nejire waited patiently at the lockers in front of the school's entrance. A signal was established to know when they were finished. Mirio and Tamaki were keeping her updated about Kodai and Kendo's newest pet.

It was confirmed as Mirio texted Nejire about overhearing the girls thinking of plans to dominate their pet. However, Tamaki remained steadfast as he had evidence that could keep Izuku grounded in her clutches.

The sound of the heavy doors opened. She didn't have to look as she knew it was Tamaki Amajiki. In his hand was the camera that she gave to Katsuki the previous day.

She kept looking at her cell phone. "You weren't followed?"

"Of course not, Hadou-sama!"

"Has the data been transferred to my photo galleries for safekeeping?"

"Yes, Hadou-sama. External transfers in place."

She produced a tiny smile. She extended her hand. "Ample amount of material to ground my newest pet?"

He smiled. "Enough to be sure that if he ever goes against us, he will be the laughing stock of UA." He whistled loudly. "He makes your cock-sleeve Bakugo look like a saint."

She snapped her fingers, which made Amajaki's face flattened. "I would be the last to judge." She grabbed Amajaki's belt loop and pulled him to her eyesight. "This ass is looser than a rubberband." She gripped his ass, digging into the crevice through his pants. "So, therefore, it would be best to shut the hell up and leave the insults to me. Understand?"

Amajaki nodded, bowing apologetically for stepping out of line. "Yes, Mistress."

She let him go, which made him drop to his knees. "And Bakugo?"

"Mirio is watching him." He looked up to his mistress. "What do you want us to do?"

Nejire eyed the camera, holding it delicately like a precious gem. She placed the camera into her skirt pocket. She stretched her hands upwardly to the ceiling as she sighed. "Well, he has exhausted his uses." She used her hands to crack her neck. "And Yuyu is finding him quite clumsy since he enjoys craving our dicks." She turned to Amajaki, stroking his chest with her finger. "But, it doesn't mean you guys can have some fun." She winked. "I know you and Mirio have been looking at outfits lately. Unless you are just a peruser of Victoria Secret and Adam & Eve."

The teen blushed. "Well...Mirio and I enjoy our fun."

"Don't recall a 2B costume with measurements close to Bakugo," she said to him. "Whatever." She dusted her hands. "I am through with the bastard. You and Mirio can do what you want with him. However, keep it calm and cool. No need to bring this back to me."

Tamaki licked his hungry lips. "Yes, Hadou-sama!"

"Come around later after I take care of Dekkun. You and Mirio deserve a reprieve."

He nodded as he stood. "Yes, Hadou-sama."

"Great! Now make yourself scarce. Izuku should be around here any moment. Don't need him to rouse any suspicion. At least not until I got him."

Tamaki bowed humbly before departing to find Mirio so they could deliver Katsuki his severance package.

Back to the present….

Nejire turned off Izuku's phone and put it up for safekeeping. She knew he wouldn't need it anytime soon. Before shutting off his phone, she fabricated a text to his mother stating that he was spending the night with Bakugo. She knew Bakugo's parents were out of town for the week thus knowing his mother wouldn't ask questions. If she did, she trusts the pomeranian's parents enough to not create worry.

Any possessions of Izuku's were now her possession. His uniform was neatly folded and kept on her desk. He was going to need his boxers but she was planning to have them for her personal use whenever she was finished with him.

She found the girls clever to implant a device. A bit juvenile as she has worked with Mei Hatsume who was helping her create babies that can stimulate anyone without the use of a telecommunication device.

Izuku was lying flat on his back. Naked and exposed to the world. Nejire purchased a girls' uniform that suited him - a gray buttoned-down blouse, a gray skirt, white panties, and white stockings.

She was gentle as she put them on. Used to picking up dead weight, it excited her cock as she couldn't wait to have her fun with her newest onahole.

She frowned as she could smell the faint scent of mackerel. It was now confirmed that Izuku wasn't a virgin. Plus, she put on his panties, she saw seminal fluid seeping out of his ass. She never liked used goods but she could tell that there was something about Izuku that was making him an exception.

Yuyu was going to be late. What should have been a detention was possibly turning into a week's suspension due to a disagreement with one of her senseis, so now her parents were now involved in the debacle.

It suited Nejire better as she got alone time with her precious flower. Seeing him dressed in this position excited her loins. Her dick was fighting with her panties to be broken from its cotton prison. She was enjoying this patience, knowing the urge was building up to have sex with Izuku was drawing near.

Cameras from different angles of her bedroom were put in place. Documentation to add to her library of treasures with her previous encounters. Izuku was no exception to the fillies and colts before him, but she was absolutely certain that she was going to have such a fun time with him.

After all, he was going to be the mother of their children.

Nejire shedded her clothing. The coolness was met with her sweaty pores. She didn't want to shower. Their scents as they mesh invigorated her.

No need for lubrication as Izuku was tainted with the seeds of Yui and Itsuka. She didn't mind blessing his pussy with the purification of her holy seeds.

She spat on her hand and applied the warm juices to her throbbing dick. Izuku's legs were spread eagle. He looked like a drunk, passed-out slut. It was one of her kinks - fucking a sleeping, defenseless teen.

"You're definitely going to have some wet dreams, Dekkun," she said as she crawled into the bed. She wrapped her arms around his legs and hoisted them to her position. Izuku looked peaceful, only if he knew what was occurring beyond dreamland.

Nejire rubbed her dick against his asspussy. Despite being used, it was very tight. She stuck out her tongue as she slowly dug her dick into his asspussy. Upon contact, Nejire looked to the heavens. She was lost for words. The tightness of his pussy as it enveloped her cock.

She muttered a few words before cumming inside of him. She was startled. Never did she quickly climax like that. What was she, a prepubescent virgin?

"Oh, Dekkun?! What kind of pussy do you have," she said with a cheeky grin. She was going to have some fun with her sleeping damsel.

To be continued….