Breaking Bakugo Pt. 2 (Patreon)

• Commissioned by Joey

U.A. High School, the academy devoted to uplifting the most uniquely talented young men and women around; the superheroes of tomorrow! 

...Did not have classes this past week. Instead, they were on a field trip! Seven days living on a campsite, surrounded by a lush forest. Big and devoid of civilization, it seemed the perfect place for trying out their abilities and what they’d learned, free of worry about collateral damage or the judgement of any onlookers. With that in mind, the instructors at varying points of the day would relinquish their authoritative stance and allow them to roam, showing faith in them that they could take care of themselves in the wilderness and encouraging them to decide for themselves how to spend their time. 

The intent was noble, and not lost on the majority of their students. Sadly, not everyone spent their time trying to be productive, learn anything about themselves or even just goofing off. One boy in particular saw this as a good time to corner other, weaker students and torment them, blowing off some much-needed steam. 

Katsuki Bakugo was a brash, arrogant young man, albeit for good reason as he was one of the most powerful up and coming prospects at the academy. But he certainly let it get to his head far too much, to the point of seeing himself as being superior to everyone around him. And if they failed to acknowledge that, he’d make them suffer until they did. 

However, recently, that attitude backfired. During an otherwise regular day, he spent his time in the cafeteria bullying a few kids when finally it seemed he’d done this one time too many. Momo Yaoyorozu, the busty vice president of Class 1-A, took it upon herself to serve some justice, enlisting the help of his most recent victim in Tsuyu Asui to take him down in hand-to-hand fights! With their superpowers - or quirks, as they called it - deemed illegal, they could only test each other’s physical might. Bakugo unsurprisingly assumed he’d win with ease, but instead found himself smothered and scissored to a humiliating defeat.

That was a couple of weeks before the events of this story. Since then, the perpetually pissed off brute had been uncharacteristically quiet. He’d been avoiding Momo and Tsuyu as much as possible, naturally, but he’d barely said a word to anyone since, and had certainly cooled his habit of picking on people. 

After his storming away and vow of vengeance, Momo had assumed further ‘lessons’ would be necessary and had planned on recruiting more girls to humble him, as their rather feminine way of handling him truly compounded his defeat. But after noticing his change in behavior, she changed her mind, and even relented on her thought to tell everybody about what happened. Maybe one time really was enough, and he’d be less of an asshat from then on. 

But the truth is he’d been boiling with rage ever since that day, and had been coming up with a plan to enact his revenge, simply waiting for the opportunity to arise. Being lowkey until then was crucial so as to not garner any more suspicion as to what he was up to.

He was still in the planning stages when the time came for the field trip, but his anger had reached a boiling point. And with all that wide open space, he felt his chances of being caught in the act by either of his assailants were slim, nevermind any of the instructors… so it seemed the perfect opportunity to knock some heads, and take out what happened to him on the meek and innocent.

He’d snuck up on some boys and tangled them up in the foliage of a tree, before using his explosive powers at the base to make it fall with them in it, screaming in terror. And that was a lot of fun for him, but it seemed to do little to get the image of womanly legs coiling around him and scissoring him into unconsciousness out of his head.

Then it hit him, if he really wanted to get over what happened, he needed to get his pound of flesh from other girls. 

The boys and girls of the school were divided into separate campgrounds; close enough to interact during the day but a reasonable space for when nighttime came. While this was enough to not allow any peeping from the comfort of one’s tent, it was far from enough to dissuade him from sneaking out in the darkness and over to one of the girl’s tents. 

Each tent had two students under it, and who they’d be paired up with was decided at random. Fortunately, Katsuki’s tentmate was still trying to crawl out from that tent; dumb-luck that he happened to target him, really, as that meant none was the wiser about his crawling out in the middle of the night in nothing but a pair of boxers.

Sleeping soundly in the tent that he just so happened to peek his head into were none other than Ochako Uraraka and… Momo Yaoyorozu, both sleeping soundly. Simultaneously, a chill went down his spine and his eye twitched in barely contained fury as he saw the orchestrator of his downfall there, snug in her sleeping bag, looking so peaceful and carefree. 

He growled, “Soon…” under his breath before backing slowly away. He was quiet, but perhaps not quite quiet enough.

“Nngh... wha…?” Momo muttered, as her eyes slowly opened. 

None-the-wiser, Katsuki continued on to the next tent over, where he peered inside and saw Kyoka Jirou and Mina Ashido. The slender, tomboyish and rather flippant Kyoka, with her short dark purple hair, noted for it’s rebellious asymmetrical bangs, slept in a basic white tee with the friendly message of “DEAD” displayed on the front, and black yoga pants that stopped just past her knees. 

The unique, cheerful Mina was an interesting sight, her skin a pale pink thanks to her quirk, which also made the sclera of her eyes black, with yellow irises. Her hair was unruly and the same shade of pink, with odd yellow horns poking out from either side. She was a bit more thick than other girls, especially around the chest… even in that big, loose sleeping bag, the shape of her bosoms came through quite clearly. Incidentally, she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under it, as far as Bakugo could see anyway… 

The mischievous, angsty young man peered around the inside of the tent, seeking out their bags. Quietly he managed to pull them over to himself, and hurriedly yanked out the contents of one of them. He smirked as he saw what had to be Mina’s bras, given their size. That meant the other bag had to belong to Kyoka… so he dug into that, to find her panties. With a vile grin on his face, he gathered up the bras and panties and crawled away from the tent them bundled up in his arms. 

He quietly snickered to himself as he started walking off back to his tent, but was stopped in his tracks when a voice called out, “Hey, hold it!”

Bakugo recognized that voice… slowly he turned around to see Momo standing there in the grass across from him, barefoot with a t-shirt and only her panties from the waist down, her arms crossed in contempt. “What the hell do you think you’re doing…?” she asked, a stern look on her face. Her eyes went wide when she noticed what he was carrying. “D-Did you just…?!”

Katuski turned and darted off, not letting her finish her sentence. Impressively, he managed to keep from dropping any of the feminine undies as he rushed away. Momo swiftly went over to the tent and peeked inside to see Kyoka turning over, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

“Wh-what’s going on…?” she asked. 

Mina yawned herself awake as well, as Momo replied, “Bakugo just raided your tent! He took your… well...”

“What?!” Mina shouted, snapping to attention. She hurriedly crawled out of her sleeping bag, which took both of the other girls aback as they tried to glance away from her naked, rippling body. She seemed oblivious as she went over to her bag and growled, “H-He took my bras?! All of them?!”

“He uh, had a lot of panties, too...” Momo awkwardly replied.

“Oh, God...” Kyoka mumbled to herself, blushing already as she checked her bag. “D-Dammit, what’s he trying to pull?!”

“I’ll go after him… you two get dressed!” Momo declared, as she backed out of the tent and rushed off. She darted through the darkness, having a ways to go to catch up.

Fortunately for her, he had stopped moving when he realized she hadn’t been chasing him. He was hiding out behind a bush, snickering to himself as he rifled through his ill-gotten gains. “Heheh… hm… now uh, what the hell do I do with any of this…?” he mumbled to himself. He’d just done it out of blind spite really, he had little motivation other than that. A smile crossed his face as he got an idea, “Ahh of course, I can sell it all to Minoru! He’d pay top dollar, heheheheh...”

After a bit of running, Momo paused when she thought she’d heard a weaselly cackle. She grabbed her exposed thigh and, using her quirk, pulled out a pair of night-vision goggles to scan the area. She managed to just make out a figure lurking in the bushes…

Quietly she snuck over, before peering down behind them and seeing Bakugo there, dollar signs in his eyes. She hollered, “COME OUT HERE YOU PERV!”, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin from terror.

He rushed off into the wilderness, letting his prize lay in the brush, as Momo gave chase. The slight pause allowed Kyoka and Mina to see her, and they continued on. The latter had slid on her own pair of a panties and a t-shirt to finally cover herself, though as she ran at full sprint, the lack of a bra was… quite noticeable, one might say. Enough for Kyoka to have to fight not to stare herself as she went along with her.

As the three girls continued pursuing Katsuki into the woods, Mina seemed to gain a particular intensity and started rapidly closing the gap, surprising Momo by passing her. Bakugo looked back and gasped in terror, and… interest, as he saw her rushing towards him, as bouncy as her personality… 

“What the hell…?” he uttered, somewhat embarrassed to see that she was actually faster than him, she was gaining on him! He pounded his legs to the ground, running as fast as he possibly could, but the next thing he knew, she was right there beside him!

“Stop right now!” she yelled. “You’ve got some explaining to do!”

“Fuck off!” he barked.

He was absolutely bewildered as he watched her rush up ahead of him. Mina turned around and stopped on a dime and suddenly he was just running towards her.

He couldn’t stop himself fast enough, and ended up crashlanding facefirst into the speedbags that were her relatively enormous breasts. They bounded up mightily from the impact, but they were pretty much the only part of her to be moved at all, as she stood perfectly still, watching him bolt back into the dirt from the collision. 

“L-Leave me alone!” he yelled, trying to hide his blush. The other two girls made their way over and before he knew it, he was surrounded.

Minda pointed down at him and yelled, “Listen here, buddy! Mess with me all you want, but you do NOT take a ladies’ panties! Isn’t that right, Kyoka?!”

“Ugh, please stop talking about it...” Jirou groaned, hiding her face in her hands. 

“I knew you were terrible, Bakugo, but I didn’t expect this out of you!” Momo scolded. “Apologize for your perverted outburst!”

“I’m not a pervert!” he snapped, as he made his way to his feet. “I just did it to piss you off… all of you off!”

“What the hell did we do to you?!” Kyoka exclaimed.

Katsuki just growled, looking down at the ground, not sure of what to say to explain himself.

“Hmph… I know what it is...” Momo noted, with a little smirk.

“D-Don’t you say it!” Bakugo shouted, pointing at the brains behind his prior destruction. “You keep your mouth shut!” 

“Hm… no.” was her curt answer. “See, me and Tsuyu got fed up with his bullying antics, so we taught him a lesson! We challenged him to fight us without using our quirks! And both of us beat him in hand-to-hand combat… and in really humiliation fashion too!”

“Wha…? Seriously?” Kyoka asked.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugo hollered, rushing blindly towards Momo. To silence her, he threw a fist her way, but she casually sidestepped him and let him fall facefirst into the grass, much to the laughter of all three girls.

As you can imagine that didn’t improve his mood any… and neither did what else Momo was about to reveal.

“We strangled him with our legs, sat on his face and I even smothered him with my… well, heh, these.” she sheepishly noted as she made a passing gesture towards her breasts. “At one point he actually passed out between them… passed out between Asui’s thighs too! Heheh, he got so mad...”

“Sh-she’s lying!” he yelled, hiding his face from sheer shame.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh I see..” Mina noted, a fascinated look on her face. “So he got beaten really shamefully by a couple of girls, and now he’s trying to take that out on us, spiting us to feel better about himself...”

“Wow, everything about this makes you seem pathetic, Katsuki...” Kyoka mumbled. “Like, beyond pathetic, really.”

“Nnnggh, you don’t know anything!” he hollered.

“I know you’re weak to a girl’s tits.” she deadpanned. 

Momo sighed. “The whole thing was supposed to teach him a lesson, but clearly he learned nothing… although, I was gonna get other girls involved and have them continue what we started, just to make sure...”

“Oooh, we should do that!” Mina chirped. “You and me, Jirou! Let’s show this guy what for! You wanna?!”

Momo’s face lit up at that remark. Bakugo’s… not so much.

“Yeah, no I’m game… I’m happy to knock this guy around.” Kyoka agreed, stepping up towards the seething bully.

“And scissor him and sit on him and get him all up in your girly bits, just like they did!” Mina added. 

“Yeah, sure, all of that… err, hold on, what?” Kyoka stopped in her tracks, and actually took a step back. “N-No way, I don’t wanna do that!”

“But it’s necessary!” Momo blurted out. “It has to be as humiliating and as demeaning as possible, to make sure he’s truly humbled!”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Katsuki complained.

“You stay out of this!” Mina hollered at Bakugo.

“Look I’m… this isn’t my thing at all!” Jirou blushed. “I’m fine with beating his ass and all but… all this stuff you’re talking about, I mean… what if the word gets out about it? What if he tells people?”

“Oh trust me Kyoka, you don’t have to worry about that. He’s not telling a soul that you shamed him, heh.” Momo chuckled.

“Because it’s not happening in the first place! I am NOT doing any of this!” he yelled, before pointing a dramatic finger at Momo. “You’re the only girl I’m fighting with tonight, Momo Yaoyorozu!”

“Excuse me…?” she replied.

“That’s right… I challenge you to a rematch! It’s not gonna be like last time… I’ve been preparing non-stop for when I got to face you again!” he shouted. “And now that I’ve learned of your intention, I think it’s a good time to raise the stakes! When I beat you, I demand that you forget about siccing any other girl on me! This all ends tonight!”

Momo scoffed at this. “Fine… but when I win, you go directly into one-on-one fights with Mina and Kyoka, same rules as before.”

“Tch… deal.” he spat as he put up his dukes in a fighting pose. “Now come on, let’s go!”

“Oooh, this is getting good!” Mina cried. 

Momo just stood with her hands on her shapely hips. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting... you need every handicap you can get, so please, take the first shot!”

That had him seeing red, as if he wasn’t pissed off enough already. Like a raging bull, he charged full speed towards her with his fist reared way back, as she simply stood there, cool and calm as could be. With a loud howl of primal fury, he swung his fist towards her beautiful face. 

All she had to do to dodge was take a single step back, and as the momentum of his arm caused his body to uncontrollably twist, her thick, powerful, completely bared leg uncoiled into a vicious snap kick that saw her toes land with a loud thwack to his thinly covered crotch, a complete echo of their first fight.

Immediately he began screaming bloody murder, hunching over and grasping his balls to try and protect them from further harm. Both of the onlooking girls pointed and laughed at his plight, whilst Momo started casually stretching in front of him before turning around and taking her time going down onto all fours and getting herself settled in whilst Katsuki seemed utterly paralyzed from the pain.

After taking a cursory glance back at him to ensure that he was still perfectly doubled over, Momo proceeded to thrust her legs backwards and wrap them around his head, before using them to pull him forward, shoving his face into her barely covered backside. 

Bakugo struggled mightily, sliding his feet repeatedly across the grass as he tried to back away from her imprisoning ass, but Momo locked her legs together and had him snugly caught betwixt them. Momo kept herself elevated off the ground with her arms outstretched, and seemed to be having an effortless time.

As Mina’s pointing and laughing continued, Kyoka’s head tilted in reluctant curiosity. “Oh… so that’s… the kind of thing you were talking about, huh? Hrm… well, I… guess I could do stuff like that… maybe...”

Momo shook Katsuki’s head, mockingly grinding him deeper into her luscious cheeks as she taunted him, “Wow Bakugo, you really have been working hard, you’re doing so much better this time!”

He yelled and growled, but it was all muffled nonsense, lost in her supple ass. He gripped at her hips and pushed and pulled with all his might, but nothing he did could change his position. Ashido and Jirou simply stood there and watched, smirking and sheepishly looking away periodically as she held him like that for a couple of minutes.

Eventually, his legs stopped kicking and his body went limp. After giving his head another shake to test for reaction, Momo released him, and his face slid unceremoniously down and off of her ass as he ended up slumped to the ground. He had passed out to her ass, he was out like a light. 

“Wow… not much of a fight there, huh?” Mina noted.

“Was that really supposed to be a fight…? I could kinda believe him just letting that happen on purpose, that’s how easy that was...” Kyoka mused.

“Heheheh, what a perv~”

Momo pulled up her shirt and reached deep beneath it, pulling from her womanly chest a bag of smelling salt. Since she’d used her ass to put him to sleep in the first place, her patented “ass salt” didn’t really seem to have the same punch in this instance, so she figured using her breasts to spawn this one was the most insulting thing she could do.

She splashed the salt into his face and he came awake in a familiar coughing fit. With one hand he held his temple, his head aching… with the other, he held his groin, his nuts stinging. With neither hand ready to make a fist, he instead slammed his head against the ground in sheer anger. His defeat was obvious on his face.

“What the fuck just happened?! Nnnrrrgghh...” he growled. “This is ridiculous… this shouldn’t be how things go… I AM NOT A JOOOOKE!”

As he screamed to the heavens, they seemed to react to him, as a wave of thunder brought on a little rain. 

“What happened is you just lost, which means we get to fight you now!” Mina announced, before glancing over to Kyoka. “D’ya mind if I take the first turn…? You totally can if you want!”

“No, that’s… no. That’s okay, you go ahead.” Jirou replied. “I’m still not sure how comfortable I am with doing this.”

“Cool!” Mina smirked before turning to Katsuki, bobbing up and down in a fighting pose. “Come at me whenever you’re ready!”

“Uuggh I can’t believe this...” he seethed. “Fine… if I gotta take you out instead, so be it!”

This time, both combatants simultaneously charged at one another. Katsuki tried to cap off his momentum with a tackle, diving at Mina. But Ashido hopped over his attempt, and managed to adjust herself in mid-air so that was facing the same direction as him when she landed on top of him, straddling the small of his back.

“Ugh, what the-” he uttered, before being cut off by Mina’s arms coiling around his neck. Suddenly he was in a rear naked choke, like Momo had him in during their last fight… except this time, the girl was on his back, and driving his face shamefully into the dirt as she choked him out!

“Wow, and I didn’t even tell you about that hold… heh, you know your stuff, Mina!” Momo praised.

However, she may not have known it quite as well as Momo did, as she didn’t do quite the same job of maintaining the leverage advantage. Bakugo was able to slide his knees up into his stomach, and as he extended them from there, he was able to slowly rise up, carrying Mina on his back! From there, he simply fell down onto the ground as hard as he could, dislodging her from the impact. He wasted no time in rolling away, ensuring she couldn’t put the hold right back onto him.

Panting to catch his breath, he took a step back and hoped for a few moments of reprieve. But not to be deterred, Mina sprang right back up to her feet with a chuckle. “Hah! Nice one, let’s go again!” she declared, feisty hands outstretched towards him.

As the rain trickled down on all the high school students, Mina in particular seemed… affected by the water slowly spreading onto her white cotton shirt. Hints of the pink flesh underneath slowly started to reveal itself… and Katsuki couldn’t help but notice, momentarily forgetting where he was at the sight.

This distraction hurt him, as he barely noticed Mina approach until it was too late; she had quickly taken him under her arm into a headlock, pressing the side of his face into one of her breasts in the process. Katsuki tried to fight, but found her grip was a little too tight and his squirming only made him all the more aware of his position as his cheek caressed against her bosom… much to his embarrassment!

Ashido, funnily, seemed oblivious to this as she turned to Momo and asked, “So now that I’ve got him controlled, what can I do to really rub it in…?”

“Uhh, heh, I’d just stay the course, Mina!” she answered back.

She stared blankly in response, and perhaps should’ve been paying more attention as she didn’t really notice Bakugo wrapping his arms around her waist. She did however take notice when he started lifting her up into the air, and ended up bringing her down flat on her back yet again, this time with a back suplex. 

This once again led to her grasp being broken and Bakugo scrambled to his feet to avoid any follow-up. “Rrrggh you’re mine now!” he shouted as he leapt up into the air for a downward punch aimed for her heart.

But Mina was just a little too quick, and she managed to roll away, letting his fist come down heavily into the ground. He had to yank his fist from out of a little crater he’d created as he turned his attention back to his opponent. But as she stood and went back into her battle pose, he just couldn’t pry his eyes from the sway of her tits, which at this point the rain had all but exposed fully. 

“Oh man… maybe he IS a pervert...” Kyoka mumbled, blushing as she pointed towards his crotch. “I mean, it’s not normal for that to happen during a fight, is it?”

Katsuki was overwhelmed with shame as he realized that he’d grown entirely erect, which considering he was only in his boxers, was quite hard to hide. All three girls had a pretty clear view of it.

“Ahahahahaha! Well that explains everything!” Momo chirped. “You’re just compensating for something, eh? Mmm not sure what I can do to fix that...”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he hollered, as he reached down to try and hide his shame. “I’M STANDING OUT HERE SHIRTLESS IN THE RAIN, IT’S SUPER COLD, ALRIGHT?!”

“But how shriveled could it be if it’s hard…?” Mina asked. “Eh, not like I’d know… doesn’t matter. Come on, fight me, fight me!”

Begrudgingly he raised his fists up in a fighting stance, but as she excitedly bounced up and down, hopping from foot to foot like a boxer, Katsuki opted to just shut his eyes to take his mind off of her endowment; it was easier that way. 

Quite blindly, he swung towards her. She ducked under his blow and crept behind him. He opened his eyes to see nobody in front of him. When he turned around, it was right on time to see her almost entirely visible breasts flying towards him.

She’d leapt into a diving tackle that just so happened to land her tits right on his face as she took him down to the ground. He was pinned, his head engulfed, completely smothered by her bosoms. Mina grabbed his flailing wrists and held them to the dirt as he fruitlessly kicked his legs.

This time, there was no easy counter, or obvious flaw in her technique. She bore down the full weight of her tits on his head, and that was a mighty weight! He really couldn’t move, and as Momo cheered her on, she kept him smothered under her tits for quite a while until he passed out for the second time that night, succumbing to her womanly body. 

Mina didn’t seem to notice this and happily continued grinding her breasts into his unconscious form until Momo stepped in and pulled her off. “That’s enough, that’s enough… good work!” she declared, offering and promptly receiving a high five. 

Momo attempted to pull more smelling salts out from her shoulder, but had some difficulty using her quirk. “Oh… this rain all over my skin seems to be interfering with my ability...”

She once again reached into her shirt, but found it’d become quite drenched as well. When she took her hand down her panties however, she was able to find a dry enough part of her ass to materialize the world famous ass salt. With a quick toss of it into Bakugo’s face, the already thoroughly humiliated boy was begrudgingly conscious for another round.

“Uurrrggh dammit all… you’ll, urk… you’ll pay… all of you will pay...” he hissed as he forced his way to his feet… on the second attempt. He slipped on the wet grass on his first try.

“I guess I’m up now, huh…?” Kyoka noted, hesitant. “You guys did make teasing him look fun but… I dunno...”

“You don’t have to get THAT sexual really… just a scissor hold will work fine.” Momo noted. 

“Hmm…? And what’s that l-” Jirou began, only to be cut off when Bakugo took a swing at her. This actually took her off guard and he scored with a punch to her jaw that took her to the ground.

“Fuck you and fuck you too!” he yelled at Kyoka and Momo. “I don’t have to worry about a damn scissor hold, I’m finishing you off right now!”

He marched over to the fallen Jirou and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her up and rearing his fist back. But she took him off-guard when she bit down on his fist, making him release her as his hand recoiled. She managed to plant her feet in time to follow up with a swift jab to his nose. This stunned him and she let loose with a combination of blows, her bony fists smashing into his cheeks, rocking his head and finishing with an uppercut to the jaw that left him on his back.

“Ugh… okay, so… so now is when I’d do it…?” Kyoka asked, uncertain as she looked down at Katsuki.

“Yeah, just wrap your legs around him!” Momo suggested.

She trepidatiously stepped over Bakugo and sat down on his stomach, slowly wrapping her legs around his back. This didn’t really ensnare him in any way though, nor did this position put much pressure on him. And she went so slowly, he was able to bolt upright and blast her with a handbutt that sent her rolling backwards. 

Kyoka was reeling from that as Katsuki leapt to his feet and started menacingly stomping towards her. Fearing that he might actually be able to defeat her, Momo stepped in, or rather cartwheeled into place behind Bakugo and gave him a swift kick between the legs, her shin blasting his unprotected balls.

He let loose the same howl of misery as he staggered forward. Seeing him stunned, Kyoka capitalized by rushing up and delivering a brutal knee to his package. A simple shove to the chest took him onto his back from there as he was rolling around on the ground, tending to his damaged nuts. 

“Sorry you had to do that, I suck at this…” Kyoka lamented.

“No, no, we just rushed into this… you needed a demonstration is all.” Momo explained. “Here, watch me!”

She knelt down next to Kasuki and forced the prone bully to sit up before wrapping her legs around his midsection. She locked him into a tight bodyscissor, leaning back against the grass as her bare legs bore into his back and ribs. As Bakugo screamed in pain, Momo yelled over him, “See? Just do this, but to his neck!”

Kyoka watched for a few moments before sheepishly nodding. She went over to his head, knelt down, and gradually followed the same kind of steps until her thighs were clasped down around Katsuki’s throat, cutting off his air.

“Ah-ha! Beautiful, nicely done, Jirou!” Mina cheered.

“Heh… yeah, whatever...” Kyoka blushed. “I guess I do get it now, though… now that I’m trying this myself, I kinda understand what you did to make him pass out so quick before... ”

“Rrrnngh… how… is this… one-on-one…?!” Katsuki struggled to say. 

Momo released her hold as she explained, “Sorry, this isn’t really the match, I just needed to pause it to teach her that technique. You’re right though… Kyoka, let him go, please. You need to be able to lock that in yourself.”

She obeyed, releasing the hold and standing up as Bakugo was in yet another coughing fit. He was drenched in cold rain water, he’d already passed out twice, he’d been hit three times in the balls tying his current record, these girls had seen the outline of his erection and mocked his size, and now he’d gone through scissoring from two pairs of legs at once. This whole experience was one enormous blow to his pride after the other.

And yet, still he didn’t give up. Still he fought his way to his feet, eyes burning through Kyoka’s soul. But she didn’t falter, in fact for the first time tonight she wore a little half-smile, as she seemed to be gaining in confidence.

“I’m… gonna… ffffuck you up...” he spat, before running towards her. I would say at full speed, but he was far from that by this point, the energy lost.

Kyoka planted a foot and sent her leg lashing out towards his groin. The last thing he wanted was a fourth shot. He yelped and went to clutch himself, instinctively doubling over, but it was actually a feigned kick. In the next split second, Jirou turned around, went down on all fours and sent her legs backwards, wrapping around his head. 

“What…? No! NOOOO!” Bakugo hollered, realizing his mistake too late. 

Jirou used her legs to pull him in, facefirst into her backside, which her yoga pants clung to so tightly. Mina and Momo both cheered, hopping up and down jubilantly at Kyoka’s success, as she’d perfectly replicated Momo’s earlier hold. Her smile became full and bright as she enjoyed the feeling of the vibrations caused from his muffled screams.

She managed to keep him there until once again, the fighting stopped, and he’d passed out in her ass. She let him fall limply to the ground as she came up and all the girls exchanged high fives. 

“Ohhh man, wait ‘til they get a load of this! I was nice enough to keep quiet before, but he is NOT living this one down!” Momo announced. “Uh… but I can keep your name out of it if you want, Kyoka...”

“Nah… let ‘em find out.” she smirked.

Momo nodded, returning her bright smile. She felt around on her body for dry flesh, but came up empty. “Aww, damn… I don’t think I’ll be able to get any more salt to wake him up with… mmm. I guess we’ll have to call this a wrap. Come on girls, help me carry him back to camp and I’ll let you revisit this one day!”

They both seemed happy with that thought as the three women hoisted the unconscious Katsuki above their heads, marching back to their tents with him held like he was nothing but captured prey, which was quite a sight to the curious, sleepyheaded girls that were there to see him being carried in. 

He was going to be one ridiculously angry young man when he woke up...

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