Disclaimer: I don't own mha

Warning: Rated M for dark and sexual themes. Don't read if you're a light hearted reader

So, no. Smut isn't gonna be anything kinky. Quite vanilla by my standards in fact, though you may disagree. Nah, the horror is gonna be more psychological and thematic. I don't really delve into the genre often so I don't think I can live up to the standards of Doki Doki Literature club but I'll make this as fucked up as I can.

Izuku sat at his chair with a canvas set up in front of him and a look of complete and utter shock across his face as he shakily clenched his paintbrush while Nejire smugly held her breasts pushed forward for the world to see.

"I get it, kid. You're nervous. Don't worry about perfection, if it turns out a little shaky then I'll have you start all over again until you get it right."

Really now? So basically, she was saying that he would only be doomed to repeat every drawing until he normalized the act of drawing her sexy body without making any mistakes.

'I guess I don't have any choice. She saved my mother's life yet can kill her at any moment... still...'

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but Nejire at the very least seemed like an honest enough girl. Definitely not a good person, but what choice did he have now?

The next day at school, Izuku was shocked to find himself even standing in the halls after what happened. He was sure he would need a mental health week after being doxed and having to contend with a sadistic home invader... but alas... justice had skipped their household all together and the creepy girl was still hanging at his crib at that very moment while he could do nothing but act like it was normal.

Nejire's body had not left his mind for even a moment. Even now, his hand was trembling.

'It was such a horrible drawing. I could've done better at the age of five... but that isn't even the worst part of it all... How could I... Just how... How could I have ever drawn something so indecent.'

It was so embarrassing to him that he indulged her and that Nejire didn't even seem bothered by his unimpressive results, instead promising him that they would start over when he got back from school. His torment wasn't even over yet, which was probably the worst part.

Later that day, Izuku got out of school and was currently staring at the home he resided in. On behest of Nejire, he was forced to explain that he simply had a really bad nightmare and that his mother had fallen ill. Her work hours were covered for the time being after a quick phone call and the neighbors accepted the excuse well enough. Only he knew of her intrusion the night prior and even then, the beautiful bombshell was quite patient and reserved when it came to making appearances.

Stepping into the house, Izuku remembered the moments spent hiding in the kitchen and wondered how it all went so wrong.

Within the living room, no one but him stood. He knew all too well that his mother was in the bedroom resting. Nejire had been so kind as to clean up the blood. Her skill in eviscerating the traces of a crime only serving to remind him just how right he was to fear her.

"Hello there handsome. So glad you could make it back."

He shuddered while walking further in and looking over at the blue haired girl who was merely standing and leaning at the wall connecting to the hallway.

"Come on my love. Let's get back to our painting."

Izuku was all too reluctant but eventually conceded to her wishes as they headed for the studio.

Three weeks would pass before he finally got used to drawing her naked. But even then, it was never refreshing to come home from school anymore, his worry for his mother never lessening and his dynamic with Nejire only growing more convoluted by the day.

'You won't believe it Reiko. I got the sexiest and most handsome little boyfriend ever."

Nejire sat against the headboard next to an unconscious Inko Midoriya while texting her friend in excitement.

'Oh? Is that so? Well congrats on that.'

Once again, the beautiful girl's ears perked up as she heard the door open and Izuku step into the living room.

'I have to go. Daddy's home. Let me come over and help you out with that problem of yours next Tuesday.

Putting down her phone, Nejire went and greeted her handsome young boyfriend. Though he knew not of his position quite yet.

"Hi Nejire."

Izuku awkwardly waved at her while blushing slightly.

"Hey sweetie."

No words were needed. They both knew what would happen next, or at least one of them knew, as Nejire was ready to take things to the next level.

The boy looked at Nejire while feeling a strange sensation. Ever since he'd started drawing her, his cock was starting to hurt. Being asexual to an almost infallible degree, he knew not how to handle these sensations either.

Nejire led him into his studio where Izuku gasped in surprise.

A black twenty inch dildo sat in the middle of the room waiting for Nejire to pick it up to which she did while looking back at Izuku.

"What is that?"

Genuinely shocked, Izuku didn't know what he was looking at as Nejire seemed to also have a bed of red and pink pillows and blankets set up in the corner which she was all too eager to walk over to and get on her knees.

"Look familiar? I want you to draw me having a romantic battle with this big toy."

Hearing this, Izuku didn't even know what to think. How could she want this? It didn't matter though. Even if he found it weird, he knew he had to oblige her.

With great complacency, Izuku sat down and got his canvas ready while Nejire blushed and licked her lips as she held her breasts tightly around the dildo.

The next day, she forced him to watch as she used the dildo to pleasure herself before naturally starting to incorporate Izuku into the process by making him compare his cock to her dildo, a drill in which he did not understand the purpose.

"Alright Izuku. Next I want you to draw me in the same position, but instead, I want you to compare your body to the dildo and replace it with your form.

"What?! I can't do that!"

Hearing this, Nejire went silent while looking at him with a deadpan expression as it became clear that she wasn't joking around.

Sigh

Slumping down in dejection, Izuku accepted the weird task above all else. It took a few tries but eventually he managed to draw this strange union without messing up from his jitters.

Looking at the picture, Izuku thought of his cock. An object that he was not terribly familiar with outside of urination. Then he thought of the strange and gross slit between Nejire's legs.

'What is she making me draw? A human can't go inside of another human, that's just wrong.'

He was distracted though as Nejire grabbed the dildo and started crouching before him with a perverse smirk as she pushed the shaft inside of her.

"Let's do another position."

Hearing this, Izuku shuddered in horror as he set the painting aside.

"Another?"

Nejire nodded jovially and resolutely while preparing to take the boy's skills and put them towards another fantasy.

"Same as before. Replace the dildo with your own penis and be sure to get both of our bodies in the painting."

One more week passed as Izuku felt his energy waning.

'Draw it, or you can forget about me taking care of your mom.'

He couldn't disobey her. Not for a single second, and because of that his mental health had taken quite the divot.

'She's made me draw so many of those weird positions... like why? Why so many?'

It was pretty creepy, but on top of taking over the house at this point, Nejire had also opted to sleep with his mother. An action he obviously didn't approve of but once again, didn't really have any say in the matter. As if that wasn't enough though, she forced him to replace all his favorite drawings and painting with the work she forced him to produce, effectively ensuring that canvases full of steamy sexy time was the first thing he saw in the morning.

As always, he came home and went on to see his partner in creation.

"Hello."

Nejire quickly turned towards him with a smile as she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Happy to make the act of stripping all too easy, nothing turned her on more than the thought of her body being brought to reality by the stroke of her idol's brush.

While lightly blushing, Izuku wasted no time in grabbing his brush and canvas before readying himself to draw her.

"Actually, let's do something else tonight."

Izuku let out an audible gasp as he looked up at her while dropping his paintbrush.

"Are you... serious?" He asked in genuine bewilderment.

In typical and coy Nejire Hado fashion, the older girl simply smirked while heading toward the door and looked over her shoulder while putting on a dress t shirt that comfortably covered her huge and hypnotic cakes.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight."

With that thought put out into the world, the older girl casually left his room and made her way to the living room.

Shortly after, Izuku nervously made his way to her and watched as she looked through the dvds they had in the main compartment on the small entertainment stand that sat in the middle of living room.

"I was think we could watch a horror mov-"

"NO!"

For the first time, Nejire was taken aback as Izuku shouted in interruption. Her little man was growing up yet still looked so emasculated. It was adorable!"

"Ok. I wasn't really feeling it anyways."

The boy breathed in relief. After her first impression, there was no way he could sit through that in the company of the infamous Nejire Hado of all the people in the world.

"Nnnnrrrrrrhhhh. Where are your guy's pornos. What is wrong with you people?"

"What's wrong with you?" Izuku muttered while crossing his arms in annoyance.

Nejire either didn't hear or didn't care as she eventually shrugged while standing up and going over to her backpack which she kept on the coat rack next to the door. Another object that Izuku retrospectively lamented his failure to notice as it could've saved him from her had he just been a little more attentive.

"No matter though. I came prepared."

With a triumphant smile, Nejire pulled a cd out of her backpack and inserted it into the dvd player before going on to sit down on the couch where she grabbed Inko's favorite blanket and wrapped herself up inside of it.

"Can you please use another blanket?" Izuku requested in discomfort.

Hearing this, Nejire chuckled while looking over at the boy and gazing daringly into his eyes with a calm smirk.

"Nevermind. I'll wash it later." He muttered.

With great reluctance, Izuku went and sat down on the couch on the far side of Nejire.

"Awww. Come over here and snuggle with me."

The boy grimaced in discomfort while leaning even further away from Nejire on instinct.

"I would rather not."

"And I... would rather it be."

Nejire pulled out a knife and dug it into the coffee table causing Izuku to yelp briefly in displeasure and surprise.

Shakily and fearfully looking over at the girl, he saw her smile and knew she was NOT joking around.

Gulp

It took a couple of minutes of intense eye contact and great restraint on Nejire's part before Izuku meekly crawled over and got under the blanket with her while shivering as he touched Nejire. Much to his surprise, her skin was soft and warm, her body thick and plump. He hated to admit it even within his own mind but she was like a big cuddly teddy bear that smelled amazing. A sharp and unnerving contrast to the cereal killer he'd painted her out to be in his mind. All the same, he remained uncomfortable snuggling with the girl that maimed his beloved mother.

"That's better. Now let's get on with the show."

With a casual smile, Nejire flipped the dvd player on with the remote and turned on the TV with the other one before setting the second one down and proceeding to turn on the movie they were going to watch.

"Sterling nights, with Stephanie Conterra?" Izuku quietly read the title to himself.

"Stephanie is a top tier champ. I ain't ever seen a bitch take as many cocks as her with such grace and composure."

Izuku blushed at the crass assessment of her character by Nejire while the romantic and erotic music that only made him feel more awkward painted an unpleasant picture of the time they were about to share together.

"Aaaaauuuuhhhhh... Oh yes! Roger!"

No more than five minutes had passed as Izuku was watching Lady Stephanie take it doggy style under the harsh and domineering posture of Roger Goliath, a muscular yet kinda hairy Australian man with a slim physique.

"Oh! Oh! Stephanie! You're so cool!"

Izuku tried to pull away from Nejire as she furiously masturbated under his mother's blanket only to have the older girl snap to him and growl effectively compelling his unwanted obedience and intimidate the boy into snuggling against her some more.

"She's so amazing!"

The boy's eyes widened as in the heat of her passion, Nejire turned her head towards him and gave the boy a seductive wink before grabbing his wrist.

"Aaauuuhhh?! Nejire! Wait!"

Much to the boy's dismay, she thrust his hand underneath the blanket where Izuku shivered in disgust as he felt her quickly adjusting his fingers throughout the process as he found his hand being further pushed underneath damp panties and thrust inside of her moist cooch.

"Mmmmnnnnn..."

Nejire pursed her lips, clearly enjoying the act as the mere contact of his fingers caused her cunt to twitch as she operated his hand just like her own.

'What is happening?!'

The horrified and blushing boy could only stare wide eyed in shock as sweat dripped down his forehead in nervousness.

'This is what it feels like?!'

He was too ashamed to tell Nejire about this, but for the last few days, he'd been having wet dreams about her. Ones in which he'd give the sigma female his virginity among other things. It was no coincidence nor was it a surprise but he did hate how it became so natural just as it became normal to paint her so erotically.

Worse of all, his fans were getting needy. He was such an avid streamer and video maker that people were sure to notice the dip in content but none of that mattered as he couldn't tell them about his woman problems. All he could do was make a post about it saying that he took a step back to deal with some personal issues... which was technically kind of true.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Izuku! You do the rest! It fweels sho gwood"

Hearing this, Izuku was shocked as she let go of his hand but made it clear that he was in no position of remove it from the gross and moist panty trap he was caught within.

"I don't want to."

"I don't give a fuck! Make your big sister happy!"

As she shouted out so unapologetically, Izuku narrowed his eyes while sighing in despair. She was as selfish as ever and now was no exception. No matter how strange the request, she'd compromise in no way, shape, or form.

With great disgust laden across his face, Izuku startedly to slowly and reluctantly massage Nejire's womanhood, thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight, warm, throbbing, and cramped vaginal folds.

He'd become vaguely more familiar with sex as a concept and much to his shame, he couldn't help but wonder how tight it would feel if they actually made love, not that he wanted to, but such thoughts were only natural when getting such a hands on sex ed course.

"Oh yesh!"

It only displeased him further as Nejire stared intently at the screen while focusing solely on his ministrations as she made some immensely passionate kissy faces while mewling out like a kitten in heat as she had a small orgasm all over his fingers.

'I can't believe I'm making this pervert so happy! To bring joy to the one who only brought despair upon those I love... its far beyond sickening!'

As if Izuku wasn't embarrassed enough, two more problems were occurring. One, Nejire had just made the effort to remove her t shirt effectively rendering her naked besides the panties he was currently invading. And two, he was growing increasingly hard as his cock throbbed in pain... beneath his mother's favorite blanket... along side the woman who nearly killed her.

'What did I do to deserve this?'

Love was a powerful thing. His lust for Nejire could never overwhelm his affection for his mother. It was for this reason that Izuku was too proud to humor the idea of masturbating in front of Nejire. She'd made it clear that she was ok with him doing so and as much as he hated it, the beautiful woman had all but awakened his sexual instincts over weeks of conditioning. But his original feelings remained authentic all the same.

'It hurts so much. I'm so horny too. But I will not masturbate to this porno. Not with her!'

Nejire noticed the tinge of discomfort across her lover's face and smirked, likely able to understand his perspective, she realized that it was hardly fair if she was the only one receiving pleasure.

"Huh?!"

Izuku's eyes widened in complete and utter horror and disgust, as Nejire suavely and smugly unbuttoned his pants while he was distracted before snaking her hand into his privates where she wrapped her soft palm around his helpless and lusting cock.

"Nejire! Stop it! Stop bullying me!" The boy whined out in disapproval.

A look of pure unadulterated lust crept into the older girl's gaze as she furiously pumped his sexy dick while enjoying the feeling of his fingers still thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The cutie still had many cards she didn't want to play yet. It could be fun to let him in on the plan but keeping one's prey guessing in regards to the future was exhilarating in its own right.

"Tell you what. We're gonna see who busts a nut first. If you can outlast me then we'll take a break from the art for a whole three days."

Hearing this, Izuku's eyes widened in shock. Could she really mean that? It would be amazing not to think about the erotic body of the woman who nearly killed his mother. He probably couldn't get her form out of his head, but it'd hopefully help.

Nejire smirked sadistically as she saw Izuku look at her with a tinge of hope gleaming in his cute and innocent gaze. A gleam she was eager to break.

"Hah...hah... If you mean it... mmmmmnnnnn... th-then... y-you are so on!"

Izuku was clearly feeling quite fatigued in a sexual sense as Nejire worked his cock fiercely while taking advantage of her natural softness to edge him further along. Living such a violent life like she did, Nejire took great pride in leaning into her rich girl characteristic. It was embarrassing, the sheer amount of lotion she had her servants buy for her, but their money was not clean. No normal rich kid turns out the way she did.

The two cuddled each other harder as Izuku focused solely on fingering her pussy. He had an intense look of concentration on his face but Nejire's soft hands were doing some serious damage in their own right. Even if he hated her in a moral sense, there was no denying the beauty of a high quality woman like her. Though he certainly did not feel lucky.

"Hah...hah... someone... mmmmnnnnn... is devoted to this little competition."

"Mmmmrrrrrrhhhhh. I hate this."

The two looked at each other as Izuku and Nejire both panted and sweated while hoping to outdo the other. Both appeared to be on the verge of orgasm, it was anyone's guess as to who was gonna cream their undergarments first.

"Aaaauuuuuhhhh."

Much to Izuku's shock, Nejire was the first to cum as she hedonistically leaned her head against the back of the couch while having a wide and satisfied smirk across her face as she breathed out in approval like she'd just gotten done running a 5k or something.

"Uuuurrrrggggghhhhh."

Izuku pulled out of her panties while looking at his cum soaked fingers in disgust. He could hardly believe he had stalker cum violating the sanctity of his virginish fingers.

"That wasn't particularly fair since you started on me early. But if you didn't have a handicap then there would have been no chance of you winning. So I'll let it slide and take my L like a good girl."

"Wait?! Really?!"

For once, Izuku seemed excited as he wiped her juices on the lower half of the couch frame causing Nejire to pout a little.

"You don't have to sound so excited about it, geez. But yeah, no art for three whole days. You like that?"

Izuku couldn't help but nod, already fantasizing about the many things he could do now without her to bog him down with her lust driven content creation antics.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yesh! It fweels sho gwood!"

But as he was dreaming, Izuku grimaced as his attention was brought back to the porno, effectively reminding him of the awkwardness he had to endure.

With a casual smirk, Nejire went back to enjoying the porno. The only good thing being that she was at least satisfied to let him leave... for the time being.

The boy walked down the halls of his house while thinking about his mother with a glum expression.

Later that night, Izuku was laying in his bed with a contemplative expression. He didn't know what to make of this situation, his mother's condition, or even Nejire herself who had clearly just been toying with him since the beginning.

"Hey there."

She just never quit, did she?

Sighing in annoyance, Izuku leaned up while looking at her with a stern glare.

"What do you want?"

Nejire merely smirked while stepping into his room and closing the door behind her.

"What? You think that no drawings for three days just meant that I was going to leave you alone?"

Hearing this, Izuku was shocked into complete silence while staring at her in wide eyed desperation.

"Please! I've been really stressed out since you came along! I know you're in control and all, but can you at least meet me half way on this?!"

The blue haired girl feigned a hurt expression as she sat down on the foot of his bed while looking at him with a supportive expression.

"See? That is a problem. I told you already, we're not enemies. As such, it just won't do to have you feeling stressed around me."

"Then what do you propose?" He asked with extreme skepticism and almost sarcasm even.

Nejire only chuckled though while pushing herself into the bed and sitting criss cross apple sauce in front of him.

'This girl has to be insane. How can she think we'd ever truly get along?'

In the following moments, Izuku blushed as Nejire smugly removed her shirt forcing him to stare at his favorite pair of breasts to paint.

As always, Izuku wanted no part in any of this. Yet, her eyes dared him to try and leave.

The boy blushed as she continued to make things worse by removing her pants next.

And sure enough, before he knew it, she was fully naked again causing him to stare on in shock as he saw her pussy again. Nothing abnormal at this point, but it was retrospectively a lot more shocking now that he had essentially fingered her to orgasm only hours prior.

"You're really bold." He said while blushing as the girl crawled up beside him got under the covers, relishing the power she held over him.

Nejire smirked while looking at the boy patiently.

Silence permeated the room as he awkwardly looked at her.

"Strip."

His eyes widened in shock at this. Sure, seeing her naked was as normal as it was going to get, given the bizarre circumstances. But that was new. Worse. That was horrible.

"No!"

The older girl remained calm, obviously understanding the feelings coursing through his heart.

"Wasn't a request."

It took some time and very unyielding eye contact, but eventually, Izuku sighed while shakily and slowly pulling his shirt over his body.

Whistle

Nejire licked her lips while groping her breast as she saw Izuku's chest and stomach with her own eyes.

Tears crawled along Izuku's cheeks like spiders along a web as he reached for his pants and started to gently sob while unbuckling his belt.

"Mmmmmnnnnnn."

Nejire groaned like a true sex offender, having a small orgasm from the sight of his skin becoming more visible as she thought of all the things she was going to do to this cute little cinnamon roll.

As he looked at her, Izuku grimaced at the sight of Nejire beckoning him over with a finger as she lifted the blanket up.

"Cuddle."

He couldn't help but feel unnerved as he stood there in silence for a bit while looking at her. Such an affectionate prospect, yet it was contrasted by the cold, commanding, and robotic way in which the sadistic girl insisted.

"I don't want to. Why can't you sleep in the other room?"

Nejire smirked softly at the words while holding a hand up to feign surprise.

"Why, I had no intention of sleeping here... but since you're so full of good ideas."

Izuku grit his teeth in shock and frustration as he lamented his act of making things worse without intending to.

Eventually he sighed while slowly making his way to the bed, she didn't need to remind him of the consequences anymore.

Nejire's smile only started to widen even further as her throbbing pussy squirted a little from the mere sight of Izuku crawling into bed, like a loyal concubine. But it wasn't time yet, good things come, not to the deserving, but the patient.

"Mmmmnnnnn... good boy."

She moaned out softly as Izuku hugged her with a look of immense discomfort as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Your skin is so soft and warm. Makes me want to hold you even tighter."

Sweat dripped down Izuku's forehead in nervousness as he could do nothing but wrap his arms around a serial killer while Nejire's breasts smooshed against his neck and chest as he layed into her and felt the older girl pull the comforter over them.

Shiver

As her soft thick thigh pushed into the side of his own, he felt their genitals touch as Nejire coiled her leg around his own while soothingly rubbing his back. All in all, her tenderness was only more terrifying on account of his knowledge of the things she was willing to do.

And yet... her scent did nothing to deter his male instincts. Nor did the memory of their nut buster competition on the couch, mere hours ago.

Content, Nejire closed her eyes and rested her head on Izuku's smile tightening her grip as Izuku could only stare at her chest in shock.

The two would continue to embrace one another like this for quite a lengthy period of time as Izuku grew weary and contemplative over what was happening in his life. Worst of all, as much as he hated it, her womanly embrace only served to relax him. He knew that was wrong, but what would happen if he tried to leave her?

And that's the next chapter