CW: Izuku with a mommy kink, female! reader, handjobs, blowjobs
He just had to fuck it up. He just couldn't be normal and get through his first time with you without any awkward interruptions. He just had to let it slip, even after he'd promised himself nothing weird would come out of his mouth.
Now you were sitting between his legs, the inner parts of his exposed thighs covered in your markings, a surprised expression sitting on your face.
He'd have been explaining himself had it not been the fact that he felt as though he were on the verge of tears. All he could let out was a pathetic hiccup to fill the awkward silence.
The two of you had been studying when one thing led to another, and you'd sat him down in his desk chair and ordered him not to get up until you were through with him.
For some reason he liked the tone of your voice.
Making out led to wandering hands and wandering hands led to palming bulges and before he knew it, his shorts were off and you were leaving hickeys up and down his freckled, trembling thighs.
He- he didn't know why he felt so comfortable saying it, it just felt right at the time! Between your voice, your strong grip, and your seeming possessiveness over him, he could argue that you'd set the tone pretty well!
"S-stop teasing- ohhh right there~ Feels s'good, Mommy~"
What was he thinking!? Of course girls like you wouldn't be into that, no normal person would be-
"...can you say that again?"
His scrunched face had softened into a confused one. "W-what?" he sniffled.
You swallowed and tightened your grip on his thigh. "What you called me. Say it again," you repeated, firm in your voice this time.
He blinked, utterly perplexed. What were you getting at, you- Were you trying to make fun of him?
But you seemed completely sincere.
He took a breath and set his eyes somewhere away from your face, the burning humiliation of repeating his damning words almost too much to face. "M...mommy..."
"Look at me when you say it."
Suddenly his heart was racing for a different reason as his eyes panned back to you. His eyes still didn't quite meet yours, but as least he was facing you.
He hears you take a heavy breath, and your eyes wouldn't leave his. "Have you always been like this, Izuku?"
He swallows and shifts under your grip, unable to explain the twitch of his increasingly heavy cock. "B-been like...what?" Your hand, the way it was creeping up his thigh, fingers tracing a path through the maze of marks-
He was dizzy. Very, very dizzy.
"Have you always been this obedient?"
Dizzy, and inexplicably horny.
He knew you could hear his shaky breaths, every thick swallow, see his eyes growing half-lidded-
Your hand had made its way to his cock. Finger tracing from the base to tip with an agonizing feathered touch, but that was enough.
He'd hunched over, and, unable to stop himself, gripped your shoulders as if that would stop him from bucking pathetically into your touch.
You kept going though, wrapping your entire hand around his length, watching him come unraveled.
"Tell Mommy what you want, baby."
That was all it took for him to lean back into his seat, draping a hand over his face and letting his desires spill through his lips.
"Just wanna be your good boy- aaaangh, be your good boy, Mommy, pleaaase!" The tears spilled own his cheeks and onto his shirt, quick and hot. He needed to be inside you, he couldn't cum like this!
But when your soft lips ringed themselves around his cock, the tears came harder, and the pleas came louder.
He was sobbing because it felt too good, he was gasping too much to tell you, it was going to be too late!
All he could manage between moans and the soft chant of "uhn, uhn, uhn" were broken iterations of your name and "Mommy."
Why did your mouth, warm and soft, have to feel like this!? Why did your eyes- so pretty- have to look up at him that?
You were taking care of him so damn good.
There went his chest, up and down and up and down, heavy with gasps and breathy moans. His hands had remained on your shoulders with an iron grip, and he prayed it wouldn't leave bruises later.
He was so close, but you were sucking so hard, he couldn't stop, not now, not now-
With a stutter of his hips and an incredible shout, he came, shocking his entire body for one euphoric moment.
And before he could even think about coming down from his high, you were already mounting him, lips against his ear whispering that you'd told him not to get up until you were through.
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