Izuku x Inko (MHA) by cryonicat

"Happy Mother's Day!" Izuku exclaims, holding a bouquet out for his mom. Inko takes the flowers with gentle, shaking fingers. Tears well up her in her eyes, and Izuku wants nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them away before they fall.

"Oh, Izuku. Thank you, sweetie," she says, leaning in to sniff the flowers. The bright red of the roses contrast so beautifully against her lips, bringing life to her flushed face. The florist tried to steer him away from roses when he'd told her who they were for, but Izuku knows the meaning of them well enough.

Izuku loves his mother, and he wanted the flowers he gave her to let her know exactly how much.

"I wasn't sure if I was going to see you today. I almost thought about visiting your school but…"

"Of course I was going to come visit, mom," Izuku tells her softly, ushering her into the house so he can show her his love in a more private setting. Izuku would shout his love for his mother on the rooftops if he could, but Inko always worries so much about the neighbors.

The door clicks behind him as Inko wanders into the kitchen to find a vase for the roses. Once Izuku has taken his shoes off and slipped on the familiar comfort of his well worn house slippers, he follows her in, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He plants gentle kisses on her neck that make her giggle and swat at him.

"Izuku, that tickles. I just want to put these in a vase."

Izuku sighs happily, squeezing his arms around her waist and nuzzling into her neck. He refuses to let go, leaning into the comfort of his mom.

"It's been so long, mom. The dorms are fun, but I hate being away from you."

Inko tuts. "It's for the best, sweetie. You said so yourself. You're safer there."

"But I'm lonely. And I miss my mom. Can you blame me?"

Izuku kisses her neck again, softer this time. He mouths at her sweet spot, hands roaming along her body and smiling into the kiss when she melts against him. She tilts her head to give him better access and sighs into the feeling.

"Do you want your present now, Mommy?" he asks, voice deeper than it was before. "I've been waiting all month to give it to you." Izuku's hand trails up, fingers brushing along the outline of her bra, but never quite ghosting over where she really wants them to be.

"We probably shouldn't…" Inko says, voice breathy. "You just got here maybe we should—hnng," Izuku sucks hard on her neck, surely enough to leave a mark that Mitsuki will ask about later, "we should eat first, Izuku."

Izuku pulls back with a smirk, spinning his mother around to face him. She looks flushed, heavy breaths falling from her lips and her eyelids drooping slightly. She fidgets, her legs squeezing together, and Izuku's mouth waters.

"Oh I could eat," Izuku growls.

Inko seems to snap out of her lust filled haze. "Okay! I was planning on making—"

Izuku stops her, grabbing her waist and pulling her in close. Inko gasps, steadying herself by resting her palms against the strong muscle of Izuku's chest.

"No, I think I see what I want right…" Izuku's hand trails down, resting on top of her skirt, just above her mound.

"Oh, Izuku," she breathes, eyes growing glossy.

"What do you think, Mommy? How about we go to your room and have breakfast in bed?"

"But it's lunchtime…" she protests, weak as she trembles in his arms. Izuku smiles at her and shakes his head.

He picks Inko up like she weighs nothing. And to him, she feels like Uraraka used her quirk on her. She squeaks as Izuku lifts her up, worrying as she grips his shoulders tight and her legs wrap around his waist. Her skirt rides up and although Izuku can't get a peek at her panties, he can feel her dampening pussy rub against the front of his pants from behind the thin fabric.

"Izuku, I'm too heavy," she protests as Izuku begins to walk. He doesn't want to hear it, so he shuts her up with a kiss, sloppy and fast as muscle memory carries him into her bedroom. Once there, he lies his mother down in the same bed he used to go to when he had nightmares as a child, cuddling into her and falling asleep in her arms. His mom was so good to him. Always there for him and ready to do whatever he needed to feel better.

Izuku wants to pay her back for all those years. He wants to make her feel as good as he felt. He wants to watch her squirm against her sheets, begging for more as Izuku fucks into the same pussy that birthed him with his tongue.

"You look so pretty like this, mom," he says once he has her laid out on the bed. Her belly settles, chest flattening out as gravity pulls each breast to the side. She's flushed, her skirt bunched up against her waist and showing off the damp pink fabric of her panties. Izuku crawls towards her to run his finger through the slick that has pooled there.

"You're wearing the ones I got you last year," he comments, looking up at his mom who looks away in embarrassment. "Did you put them on in case I visited or were you just thinking about me?" Izuku leans in, letting his words fan across her trembling sex.

"I'm always thinking about you, Izuku," she breaths.

Correct answer, Izuku thinks, licking a broad stripe up Inko's panties and making her cry out. Her thighs tremble next to his face, so Izuku makes sure to grab them tight to keep them open.

"I'm sorry I didn't buy you anymore this year, mom, but these ones just look so good on you," he tells her between licks. "If I'm being honest, I was hoping you'd be wearing them."

"I didn't get to wear them for very long last year," Inko reminds him. She sounds so wrecked already, and Izuku hasn't even touched her directly.

"You're right. You were so eager, how could I say no when you sounded so pretty begging for my cock." Izuku makes sure to flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue. He loves the way her whole body twitches at the feeling, not quite enough to make her moan but just enough to make her keen.

"I think this year we'll keep them on a bit longer. I want you to enjoy your present to the fullest."

"No," Inko whines. "Please, Izuku, don't tease."

Izuku laughs, trailing his finger along the edge of her panties where they meet the crease of her thigh.

"You said it yourself, mom, you didn't get to appreciate them enough last year. I want to make sure I got my money's worth."

"Izuku, please," she whines, grabbing onto his face to make him look at her. Tears fill her eyes and she already looks so desperate, so pretty when she pouts like that.

Izuku sits up, ignoring Inko's displeased whine when he removes his face from her crotch.

"If you want them off so badly, how about I undress the rest of you, mom?" he asks, reaching towards the bottom button of her blouse. "Let me take care of you today."

Inko nods, covering Izuku's hands with her own as he slowly works on undoing her buttons. When just enough skin is showing, Izuku leans down to place gentle kisses on her belly, making sure to worship every single stretch mark he gave her as he works his way up.

"So beautiful, mom," he whispers.

"Oh, hush," she says, embarrassed.

"No. This body made me. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you deserve to know how much I love you." He looks into her eyes. "I want to worship every last inch of you."

A single tear drips down Inko's cheek as she nods. She doesn't say anything, but Izuku doesn't mind. He'll spend the rest of his life reminding her how beautiful he thinks she is if he has to.

Izuku continues working on the buttons, kissing his way up to her bra. They've had enough surprise encounters that Izuku knows this isn't her normal bra. It's lacy and pink, matching her panties, and it's the kind of bra she used to put on before going out on dates. Before Izuku convinced her that the only man she needs is him.

"Fuck, it's a shame I have to take this off of you," he says when he opens up her shirt and carefully tugs it off her arms. "This bra looks so good on you."

"I could keep it on," she says shyly. "I know I'm getting old and they're not as perky as they used to be."

Izuku's eyes narrow.

"Absolutely not," he growls, reaching underneath her back to undo the clasp with one hand and practically rip her bra off, letting her chest free. She's right, they aren't as perky as they used to be, but they're no less beautiful.

Izuku takes one into his hand, letting his mouth descend on the other as he sucks one nipple into his mouth and flicks the other. Inko's nipples are quite as sensitive as they used to be—years of breastfeeding have robbed that from her—but she likes seeing him like this.

She'd admitted to him once that it makes her feel young again. It makes her feel like time has turned back and she's cradling her baby in her arms as he feeds. She thought it was sick, to think of her young son from the past when he fucked her in the present, but Izuku loved it. It drives him wild to think that she spent just as much time lusting after him as he did her growing up, and it makes him feel so close to his mom when he suckles on her perfect tits.

Inko pets his hair as he sucks. He makes sure to keep eye contact with her the entire time, and although no milk comes out, his neglected cock twitches in his pants at the feeling of her nipple pressing hard against his tongue.

He pulls away once he can see her growing impatient. Her pale skin stands out against the dark sheets of her bed, and some primal urge inside of Izuku makes him want to mark her up. Leave his remnants all over her bare torso the same way he did all those years ago in her belly.

But today isn't about him. Today is about celebrating his wonderful mother and making her feel good. She looks so sexy like this, torso completely bare and skirt hiked up around her hips. He can't deny her any longer, but fuck, those panties look so good on her.

Inko sees him staring, knows exactly what he's looking at. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, intending to pull them down and entice him into giving her what he promised, but his large, strong hands grab her wrists and stop her.

"I told you I wanted you to keep them on."

"But, Izuku," she whines.

"I'll give you what you want. I'll make you feel so good, mom, but I want to see you soak these panties with your cum. I want you to wear them all day. I want you to think about me even after I've gone back to school, and think about the mess I've made of your gift when you finally take them off at night."

Inko shivers, her hips twitching at the thought. Izuku grins, knowing that he's said enough to convince her.

"Now I think it's time for me to dig in, don't you think, Mommy?"

"Yes, Izuku, yes. Please, eat Mommy out, she needs it so bad."

Izuku smirks as he leans down, bringing his face close enough that she can feel his breath but not actually touching her. Inko tries to buck her hips forward, but Izuku pulls away.

"Izuku, baby, please," she begs again, and Izuku finally gives in.

"Itadakimasu," he mutters before diving in.

True to his word, Izuku doesn't remove her panties. He doesn't even pull them to the side so she can feel the heat of his tongue on her bare pussy. Izuku licks and sucks through the fabric, pushing his tongue as far inside her as it will go with the resistance.

He flicks her clit, sticking out against the fabric, and lets his tongue slobber all over it. The wet satin of the panties clings to every crevice, and Izuku loves the sight of her twitching beneath it. Inko writhes and moans on top of the bed, clutching her breasts and moaning like a bitch in heat. The walls of their little apartment are thin, and Izuku can help but wish that their neighbors are home listening to how good of a Mother's Day present Izuku is giving his mom.

It takes her longer to cum like this. With a barrier between his tongue and her vulva, she isn't quite as sensitive. But Izuku knows his mom and he knows her tells. Her thighs shake violently, but when they tense under his hands he knows she's close. When sobs join her moans and her belly starts to twitch, he knows she's just about to crest over into orgasm. Izuku smirks, pulling her panties to the side in one quick motion and sucking her bare clit into his mouth hard.

Inko wails, her back arching as she screams in pleasure. Izuku focuses all of his attention on her clit as she orgasms, squirting all over his face and soaking into her sheets. He pulls back, swiping his hand across her swollen clit furiously, letting her squirt spray all over the two of them as he does so.

"That's it, doing so good, Mommy. You look so pretty when you cum. Keep going, I want to be covered in it." He continues to praise her as her hips shake and her body pushes out the last of her squirt.

She doesn't do this often. It was only something they discovered she could do after long edging sessions, when she's so turned on that her body explodes with her orgasm. Izuku is proud of himself for bringing it out of her now, and his dick hurts with how hard it strains against the fabric of his pants, wanting desperately to soak into the mess Inko made of her sheets.

Izuku doesn't stop rubbing her pussy, nor does he pull her panties back over to cover her. They rest in the crease of her thigh, completely drenched in her own squirt. Inko trembles and whimpers as he continues to play with her, and eventually she reaches down to stop his hand once and for all. He doesn't push, letting her come down from her high.

He can be selfish another day, fucking her into overstimulation until she's absolutely stupid. But today is about her and her pleasure.

"Please," she says, voice rough with the force of her previous screams. "Please, 'zuku."

"Please what, mom?" He asks, eying every twitching muscle and aborted sob.

"Please, 'zuku, I need you."

A slow smile grows on Izuku's face, his dick nearly busting the button of his pants in its excitement.

"I'm right here, Mommy, you have me." Inko shakes her head no. "If you want something, you have to ask, Mommy. You know I'd give you anything, you just have to ask." He breathes the last word, bending over to ghost his lips across her chest as his tented dick grinds into her.

"Want your cum, 'zuku. Want your cock, want it inside of me. Fuck me, baby, please," she begs, looking directly into his eyes.

"That's it," he groans, fumbling with his belt to pull out his dick. "Gonna fill you up, Mommy, is that what you want?"

He doesn't bother undressing. His dick bobs out of his pants, pointing towards Inko's sloppy pussy like the hands of a compass.

"Yes, 'zuku, need it inside me!"

"Fuck," Izuku groans, long and drawn out as he pushes inside of her.

She's so loose, pulling him into her wet heat. He doesn't need to pause before bottoming out, getting lost in the sensations. He fucks her slow, cautious of her sensitivity, but Inko grabs hold of his head and makes him look at her.

"Faster, baby, harder. Give it to me. Fuck me, 'zuku."

That's all the encouragement Izuku needs. He slams into his mother, nearly pushing her up the bed as he jackhammers his cock inside her. Somehow, Inko is even louder than before. She screams with every thrust against her g-spot, moaning like a bitch and telling everyone in the building who exactly is fucking her so well.

"Izuku, Izuku! Baby, yes, feel so good inside Mommy! Give it to me!"

"Yeah, you like that, Mommy?" he asks, voice roughy and gravelly as he pounds her. "Like it when your baby boy fucks you like a slut?"

"Yes!" She cries, "Yes! I'm your slut, Izuku, yours! Make me a Mommy again, Izuku, breed me! Fill me with your cum!"

Izuku growls, slamming into her harder than before. He's sure his quirk must help because the bed is thumping against the wall hard enough that it nearly cracks.

"You want that, Mommy? You want another little boy? Wanna be full again, pregnant with your baby's baby?"

"Yes!" She screams, fucked out like a broken record. She sobs loudly, her pussy milking him as she trembles through her second orgasm. But Izuku won't stop. Not until she's sloppy with his cum.

"He'll never fuck you as good as I do," he tells her.

"I'm the only baby you need. The only one who can make you scream like this."

Inko nods stupidly, clutching onto his back and breaking the skin as she digs in with her nails.

"I'm gonna make you a Mommy again. I'm gonna fill you up and keep you full. You'll never be without my cum, Mommy, I'll make you fat with it."

Izuku doesn't last very long after that, his mom squeezes so tight around his cock that he can't help but explode inside her, filling her with months worth of hot, thick cum. He'd sworn off orgasms in preparation for this moment. He'd wanted to make Mother's Day perfect for her after spending so long away. He fucks his cum deep inside her, safe in the knowledge that her tubes had been tied years ago, and that he couldn't actually impregnate her.

"I'm close," Inko cries as Izuku's thrusts start to slow down. He's already staring to feel overstimulated, but he can't deny her like this. Izuku nods, trying his damndest to stay hard and fuck her through her third orgasm. When that doesn't work, he reaches down to flick her abused clit, rubbing it until she cums with a shout and another sloppy gush of squirt that expels his cock out of her and soaks into the front of his shirt. Izuku is an absolute mess, and he loves it so much.

Inko cries through her orgasm, her entire body shaking. When Izuku notices that his cum is starting to spill out of her, he moves her panties back over to cover her up, pushing hard on her pussy and telling her to keep it inside for as long as possible.

He collapses next to her, bringing Inko into his arms and petting her hair as she comes down from her orgasm.

"Thank you," she tells him. "Thank you, Izuku. You're so good to me."

Izuku cracks a smile. "Of course, mom. I love you more than anyone else in the world."

She sniffles at the declaration, snuggling into his chest before realizing how soaked he is and grimacing. Izuku laughs at her face.

"How about I get the both of us cleaned up and make lunch? We'll spend the day together just laying around doing nothing."

Inko nods. "But I can make lunch."

"No," Izuku demands, softly. "It's your day, mom. What kind of son would I be if I let you? Let me take care of you."

Inko nods again, teary eyed, and Izuku kisses her with one last "Happy Mother's Day," before entering the adjoining bathroom.