They broke their kiss, Izuku smirking as he gripped the back of her neck firmly.
"I want you to suck it. If you do, I might not bother you for the rest of the day," he said, his tone smooth yet commanding.
Hearing that, she immediately agreed, though her lips curled into a teasing smile.
"You promise?" Mitsuki asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence.
"Of course. When have I ever broken my promise?" he replied with a grin that made her chest tighten in a way she'd never admit out loud.
Mitsuki leaned close, her breath warm against his ear.
"Prepare to get wrung dry, then," she whispered, her sultry tone leaving a faint shiver running down his spine.
"I can't wait," Izuku shot back, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
' She said the very same thing last time,' he thought, shaking his head, though the smirk never left his lips.
Mitsuki crouched down gracefully in front of him, settling between his legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
She spread her knees apart just enough to balance herself comfortably, her hair falling over her shoulders as she looked up at him. Izuku, unfazed, kept casually slicing vegetables on the counter, the knife moving slowly and deliberately.
' I could cut these all in a second… but where's the fun in that?' he thought, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.
Her fingers worked with deliberate slowness, untying his waistband before sliding down the zipper of his jeans. The sound of metal teeth parting filled the space, and Mitsuki's lips parted slightly as the bulge in his underwear strained forward. She paused for a moment, just staring, her breath hitching as her pulse quickened.
Leaning in, she buried her face close, inhaling deeply. The musky, intoxicating scent made her cheeks flush with both heat and longing.
' The scent of a real man…' she thought, biting her lip as memories clawed at her.
' I haven't smelled this since Masaru turned into… whatever he is now.'
Her body trembled with a mixture of anticipation and frustration, her tongue unconsciously wetting her lips as she glanced back up at Izuku.
He was still cutting vegetables, still smiling that infuriatingly calm smile, as if he knew exactly how desperately she was fighting herself in that moment.
She tugged his underwear down just enough to free his cock, the thick length springing upward, already hard and straining against the cool air. Her eyes widened slightly as she drank in the sight of it, her lips curling into a hungry smirk.
'As big as ever, ' she thought, heat pooling in her stomach.
Her breath hitched, lingering for a second, before she leaned in. Her lips parted slowly, teasingly, letting the swollen head brush against her bottom lip. A bead of salty pre-cum smeared across her mouth, and she darted her tongue out to swirl around the tip, savoring the taste.
"Mm…" she hummed, deliberately letting the vibration travel through him.
Schhlp…
Izuku's hand twitched, knife forgotten on the counter. Instinct took over as his fingers tangled in her hair, gripping firmly but not rough—guiding her, reminding her who was in charge, even as she clearly had no intention of letting him keep it.
She wrapped her lips around him and sank down slowly, inch by inch, her mouth warm, wet, and tight. Her tongue flicked across the underside, tracing the thick vein that throbbed with every beat of his heart.
Slrk… schlck…
Each slow, deliberate pull sent a sharp jolt up Izuku's spine, making his grip tighten in her hair. His hips twitched forward, betraying him.
"F-Fuck…" he muttered through clenched teeth.
Mitsuki's eyes flicked up, locking onto his with a fiery gleam. She stroked the base with her hand, matching the rhythm of her mouth, her lips gliding wetly down his shaft before pulling back with a slick pop. Drool glistened at the corner of her lips, but she only smirked, licking it away before plunging back down harder.
Sllrp… schlck… schllp…
The messy sounds filled the room, echoing with every sloppy suck. Izuku's breath grew ragged, chest rising and falling faster, his growl vibrating low in his throat.
"Shit—"
She pushed deeper, her throat tightening around him.
Glk—glk—
The faint gagging sound only made his grip yank tighter, encouraging her. Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn't stop. Instead, she swallowed around him, her throat squeezing as if milking every twitch of his cock.
She pulled back with a gasp, strings of spit stretching from her lips to his tip. She licked them up with a wicked grin.
"Mmm… you taste even better when you're this close," she teased, before diving back in, faster now, sucking greedily.
Izuku's muscles tensed, his growl turning guttural as he fought to hold back, but Mitsuki's hunger—and the wet, obscene rhythm—threatened to rip his control away.
Outside, Katsuki just came back from training in the forest, his body a mess of dirt, sweat, and scratches from tearing through trees and blasting apart stumps.
His shirt clung to his skin, soaked through, and his breathing was still heavy—every bit of him screaming with effort. He wanted to crush Izuku once and for all, and the only way was to grind himself raw.
He pushed the front door open, letting the faint scent of pine and smoke from his training drift in with him.
Inside, Mitsuki's heart stopped. Her lips were stretched wide around Izuku's cock, throat full, her mascara smudged from the tears streaming down her cheeks as he held her down with a cocky smirk. Her head jerked as he gave a sharp push.
Gawk....
The wet gag echoing faintly in the kitchen, but Izuku's eyes didn't leave the figure stepping inside.
Katsuki froze the moment he glanced through the kitchen window, his blood boiling at the sight of the green-haired bastard standing there.
"The fuck are you doing here?" he barked, stomping over until he was standing right at the counter.
The wooden edge shielded Mitsuki, her trembling body pressed low and hidden, though her throat worked desperately around Izuku's length.
Izuku didn't flinch, didn't miss a beat. He just leaned casually against the counter, lips curled in that mocking grin. "I was bored, so I figured I'd hang out here. You look like you've been through a war. Training , huh?" His tone dripped with lazy amusement.
Katsuki scowled, fists clenched. "Yeah, and what of it! Unlike you, I don't take quirk drugs to get stronger!" His voice cracked with frustration, his chest heaving.
"Shut up," Izuku shot back smoothly, his hips giving the faintest little twitch that forced another gag out of Mitsuki below.
"Go take a bath. I can practically smell your ass from here."
The insult made Katsuki's face burn crimson, his teeth grinding. "You damn nerd—!" He cut himself off, growling, and stormed toward the stairs. But just as he reached the base, he stopped cold, suspicion flickering across his face.
"…Where's my old lady?"
Mitsuki froze mid-bob, eyes wide, panic searing through her. Izuku's smirk only deepened. He held her head down for one more humiliating second before he answered without missing a beat.
"Out back."
Katsuki narrowed his eyes but didn't push it further. With a frustrated snarl, he stomped upstairs, boots thudding against the floor.
The moment his footsteps vanished, Izuku yanked Mitsuki off his cock with a wet pop. She collapsed against the counter, drool and spit dripping messily down her chin, gasping desperately for air. Her eyes were glassy, crossed for a second as she panted like a woman starved of oxygen.
'Shit, I might've broken her,' Izuku thought, pressing his lips together as he studied her.
But then Mitsuki's trembling hand rose to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the mess left there. Slowly, her unfocused eyes cleared, and a delirious, satisfied smile spread across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her whole body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.
Pure ecstasy was written all over her expression.
'Guess not,' Izuku thought with a wolfish grin, his cock twitching already in excitement.
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: Hot ryt?]