Izuku didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. The moment her dazed, bliss-drunk eyes locked onto him, he grabbed the back of Mitsuki's head and shoved his cock back past her lips.
"Nhhn—!" she gagged immediately, throat convulsing as he drove deep, his hips snapping forward mercilessly.
Drool and spit spilled down her chin, stringing between her lips and his shaft as he used her mouth like it was made for him.
Mitsuki clutched at his thighs, nails attempting to dig into his skin, but she didn't push him away. If anything, she leaned into his thrusts, letting him rut into her face while her muffled moans vibrated around his length.
"Fuck, you're nasty… Katsuki's mom taking my cock like a pro," Izuku hissed, tightening his grip in her hair as he forced her head forward until his tip went down her throat.
Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking down her cheeks as she gagged around him, throat bulging from the intrusion. He groaned at the sight, the wet, sloppy noises echoing in the kitchen as her head bobbed frantically under his control.
"Shit—fuck—here it comes,—"
With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself in her throat, holding her nose to his base. Her whole body trembled as she tried to breathe through her nose, gagging and drooling uncontrollably. Then, with a sharp growl, Izuku yanked out and stroked his cock furiously, aiming down at her ruined face.
Hot, thick ropes of cum painted her cheeks, lips, and hair, splattering across her flushed skin. Mitsuki's mouth fell open instinctively, tongue lolling out as strands of white clung to her lashes and dripped from her chin.
She was a mess—eyes glazed, spit and cum dripping everywhere—yet she smiled, licking her lips greedily, savoring every drop that hit her tongue.
Izuku smirked down at her, chest heaving.
"Look at you… Katsuki wouldn't believe this if he saw it. His mom… just my personal cum bucket."
Mitsuki let out a ragged laugh between pants, her voice hoarse but dripping with lust.
"Fuck… you really are a pervert "
She blinked, realizing too late what had happened. Warm streaks painted her face and tangled in her hair. "Fuck! Now I gotta wash my face!" Mitsuki groaned, pushing herself up.
Her legs wobbled, still trembling from earlier, and she nearly lost balance.
Izuku caught her by the wrist, steadying her with a sly grin. "Yeah… that was the plan. Better pray Katsuki doesn't see you like this." His tone dripped with teasing cruelty.
Mitsuki shot him a sharp glare, cheeks flushed deep red, but she hurried to the sink anyway.
Grabbing the tap's extendable spray head, she doused herself, hissing when the cold water splashed over her sticky skin. She scrubbed fast, muttering curses under her breath, while droplets trickled down her jawline and onto her chest.
Izuku leaned back against the counter, watching with lazy satisfaction. His lips curled into a smirk as the water soaked through her shirt, the thin fabric clinging tight and revealing the lacy outline of her bra beneath.
"Man… I think I might be falling in love," he said, voice low and teasing, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed something darker.
She froze for half a second, her swollen lips twitching as though she wanted to retort—but her mouth was too tender from earlier. Instead, she only shook her head, blushing harder, and snatched the hoodie he held out to her.
"On second thought," Izuku muttered as she tugged it on, hiding the clingy shirt beneath, "let's drag this out longer."
Mitsuki avoided his gaze, pulling the fabric tight around herself before heading toward the stairs. Each step was hurried, as if afraid she'd change her mind and turn back.
Izuku watched her go, exhaling with a crooked smile.
' My obsession with older women is back… Wonder what it'll bring me this time.'
Grabbing a towel, he casually wiped himself down before sliding his cock back into his pants. He chuckled to himself as he tossed the damp cloth onto the counter.
'Heh… let's see Katsuki wipe his hands with that.' He thought.
....
Hours passed as Mitsuki finished up dinner. They sat together in the dining room, eating like a family. Even though Katsuki sat there silently, glaring at Izuku from time to time, he ignored it and kept talking casually with Masaru and Mitsuki.
After they finished, Katsuki hurriedly went upstairs, avoiding the dishes as usual. Masaru excused himself too, saying he'd take a bath. The house grew quiet, the kind of silence that only came when the kids had retreated to their rooms.
The sun had already set; the clock ticked close to 19:00.
'Unfortunately, I don't plan to leave until I lose my V-card today,' Izuku thought as he and Mitsuki stood shoulder to shoulder at the sink, washing dishes together. The clinking of plates, the soft sound of water running, and their occasional laughter made the moment feel surprisingly warm.
"So, when do you plan on leaving?" she asked, passing him a dripping plate.
"I'm not sure. Might sleep over," he replied casually.
"Well, you're welcome to. I'm sure Katsuki would love to have you sleep next to him," she teased with a faint smirk.
"Nah, I'll take the couch. That room is radioactive," he shot back, making her laugh under her breath.
Once the dishes were done, Mitsuki disappeared upstairs to change. Izuku sank into the couch, trying to calm his nerves. When she came back down, she was in a loose pair of pajama shorts and a simple top, her damp hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked relaxed… but to him, the sight was anything but casual.
Masaru had already gone to bed, and Katsuki had locked himself in his room doing god knows what. The house was theirs for the night.
Izuku quickly texted his mom that he'd be sleeping over. She wasn't thrilled, but she agreed with a single warning emoji.
'Alright,' he thought, watching Mitsuki settle onto the couch right beside him, 'let's see where the night takes us.'
Mitsuki leaned back slightly on the couch, smirk tugging at her lips as she caught Izuku's gaze. She knew damn well what he had planned. The promise he made before was just a lie but she played his game either way because it simply brought her excitement, something she hasn't experienced in her marriage in a while.
"Don't just sit there," she teased softly, stretching her legs slightly. "What are you thinking?"
Izuku's eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, his knee brushing against hers deliberately.
"I'm thinking," he said, voice low, deliberate, "that you're going to do exactly as I say tonight."
Her breath hitched at the tone, and she let out a small, eager laugh. "Oh really? And if I don't?"
"You will," he replied, a smirk spreading over his face. "Because I don't plan on letting you get away. Not tonight."
She shivered slightly as his hand moved to rest on the small of her back, applying just enough pressure to make her body lean into his.
His other hand slid along her thigh, lightly teasing, testing her reactions. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, voice low, commanding.
"Yes…" she whispered, her pulse racing as her body responded to every subtle touch. "I… I like it."
Izuku leaned back slightly, letting the tension build, giving her just enough room to squirm against him. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
He traced his fingers along the side of her thigh, slowly inching higher, testing her limits, while his eyes held hers. Mitsuki bit her lip, holding back a whine, completely enthralled by his control.
"You've been teasing me all day," he murmured, his hand brushing the edge of her shorts, "so now it's my turn."
Mitsuki's eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. She shifted slightly, giving him just enough access to make the tension unbearable.
"Y-yes… …" she breathed, letting the word slip, and it made his pulse spike.
He leaned in closer, letting his lips brush against her neck as he whispered, "Good girl. That's how you do it."
TO BE CONTINUED