Her grip tightened just a bit, fingers curling possessively around his thick shaft like she was cradling something precious yet powerful. She gave a gentle squeeze, slow and deliberate, like a tender but confident mother guiding a wayward child—but with a wicked twist that sent shivers down Izuku's spine.
Her thumb traced lazy circles over the swollen tip, teasing the sensitive head as her other fingers pumped below with steady pressure. The soft wet sounds of her palm sliding against his skin filled the room, mingling with the low, breathy hums she let escape her lips.
"Such a big one," she murmured, voice soft but firm, eyes sparkling with that motherly mix of care and control. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Izuku's breath hitched, a slow groan rumbling from deep in his chest as her hand moved with an easy rhythm, expertly adjusting the pace—sometimes slow and coaxing, sometimes firm and urgent, driving him closer to the edge.
She leaned in, brushing a warm kiss against his inner thigh, just below his hips, her lips feather-light but packed with promise. Her fingers tightened their grip, squeezing and releasing in a teasing cadence that made his muscles twitch and his cock pulse harder against her palm.
"Relax," she whispered, voice low and soothing, almost hypnotic. "Let me take care of you."
Her other hand slid up to cradle his balls, gently rolling and massaging them, coaxing more heat from his body. She smiled softly, the motherly dominance clear in every movement, every touch.
Izuku's vision blurred as the pleasure built, waves crashing higher and higher under her skilled hands. He could feel her control, the way she owned the moment without needing to rush, making every stroke count like a slow-burning fire.
"Almost there?" she teased, her breath warm against his skin as her fingers danced lower, swirling teasingly around the sensitive underside, making him shudder.
He couldn't hold back any longer—the tension broke like a dam, his hips bucking involuntarily as he let out a deep, guttural moan. His cock pulsed in her hand, hot and slick as she skillfully milked every drop, his climax roaring through him like a tempest.
She chuckled softly, a proud, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she cradled him through the aftershocks.
"Good boy," she whispered, voice dripping with affection and command.
A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face as he shifted her gently, turning her until she faced him fully. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her like a maestro conducting the crescendo of their symphony.
She wasted no time—her tongue flicked out, delicate but purposeful, scraping every last drop of his hot, salty release from the tip of his cock.
The wet, slick sound of her tongue licking and swirling echoed in the quiet room, a sinful melody that sent sparks shooting through his core.
Her eyes locked with his, sparkling with a mischievous glow. "You can still go, right?" she teased, breath warm and thick with anticipation.
He chuckled low, the thrill making his chest tighten. "Funny you say that, since you were the one who wanted to take it slow."
A sweet, almost innocent smile curled her lips. "I changed my mind."
"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice roughening with desire. "Well then, how about you use that mouth of yours now?"
Without hesitation, she sank gracefully onto her knees between his legs, her body arching like a cat ready to pounce. Her hands wrapped around his thick shaft and heavy balls, the contrast of soft skin and hard muscle thrilling her.
'Not very good at this… but I'll make him feel like he's in heaven,' she thought, her cheeks tinged with pink as she gathered a generous pool of saliva. It shimmered on her tongue like liquid silk, promising wet, slick heat.
Slowly, deliberately, she pressed her lips to the swollen head of his cock, warm and slick. The soft smack echoed through the quiet room as she sealed her mouth around him, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty skin.
A low, almost needy mmm vibrated from her throat as she began to slowly slide down, the tight, wet heat wrapping around him like a velvet glove.
Her hands came alive—one cradling his balls, rolling and teasing the heavy orbs as if they were precious treasures, the other gripping the thick shaft, slick from her spit, pumping slowly in sync with the rhythm of her mouth.
The wet, shlck sound of her lips sliding over him mixed with the subtle squelch of her tongue swirling underneath, teasing the sensitive underside and the frenulum.
She hummed softly, her breath warm and inviting against his skin, coaxing out a deep, guttural moan from him.
"Fuck…" he rasped, hips jerking slightly, already feeling the exquisite tension coil tighter and tighter.
Her tongue flicked, rolling expertly over the tip, tasting him fully before inching back up to lick a slow, sensual stripe along the shaft.
She pulled back just enough to tease the tip, her lips parting as she blew cool breath across the heated skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Shh…" she whispered, tongue darting out to flick at the swollen head, the wet sounds growing louder — slurp, smack, shlick — painting a symphony of desire.
Her fingers increased their pace, squeezing and stroking in a slow, tantalizing tempo. Every movement was measured, savoring the way his cock pulsed beneath her touch, the thick veins throbbing with need.
The muscles in his thighs tensed, his hands threading through her hair, encouraging her, desperate for more even as he fought to hold back.
She bobbed her head gently, hollowing her cheeks to deepen the suction, the wet noises rising—a mix of slurp, kiss, smack—each one punctuated by her soft moans and breathy gasps.
"Oh god…" he groaned, voice rough with pleasure, hips pushing involuntarily against her mouth.
Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to lose control as she took him deeper, her hands massaging the base, adding a delicious pressure that made his breath hitch.
She teased his balls, rolling them slowly while her tongue circled the tip, tracing the sensitive edges, flicking and swirling like a skilled musician coaxing every note.
The room was filled with the rhythmic sounds of their shared passion—wet shlck, slurp, smack blending with his ragged breaths and her soft, encouraging moans.
Minutes passed, each second stretched with delicious torment as she kept the pace slow and steady, expertly prolonging his pleasure without letting him cross the edge.
His hips twitched and hips pressed harder, trying to chase the bliss that was just out of reach, while her hands and mouth continued their intoxicating dance.
"Fuck… you're driving me insane," he breathed, fingers tightening their grip in her hair, desperate for release but determined to last longer.
Her smile was soft but victorious, sensing his weakening resolve, she slowed her rhythm, swirling her tongue teasingly just beneath the rim.
"Not yet," she whispered against him, voice low and sultry.
His breath hitched, chest rising and falling as the delicious tension mounted. The combination of her dominance and tenderness had him undone.
Every slick, wet shlck and slurp was a dagger of pleasure stabbing straight to his core.
She kissed the base of his cock, licking up the length slowly, savoring the taste, while her fingers kneaded and caressed, coaxing his muscles to tighten.
And still, she didn't let him fall, keeping him dangling on the edge—torture wrapped in velvet lips and velvet hands.
TO BE CONTINUED
[ A/N: The tables have turned. For now that is!! ]