[A/N: I'm really dragging this scene aren't I?]

The sound of Katsuki's footsteps faded upstairs, his door shutting with a muffled thunk.

Izuku didn't waste a heartbeat. His hand shot back between her legs, this time with zero restraint. Three fingers plunged deep, his palm grinding against her clit with brutal precision.

The wet schlk, schlk, schlk was louder now, obscene, echoing off the coffee table in front of them. Mitsuki's whole body arched in his hold, a raw, broken moan spilling out of her.

"AHhh—hhhnn—Izukuuu—!!"

Her nails dug into his thighs, her breath coming in frantic bursts as his pace only got faster, harder, his fingers twisting and curling inside her like he was determined to wring her dry.

Her thighs clamped around his arm, but he pried them open again, locking her wide and helpless over his lap. "Don't hold back," he growled in her ear. "Let it out."

That command shattered her.

Her back snapped into a deep arch, her toes curling hard as her eyes rolled up. A sharp cry tore from her throat—

—and then her release hit.

A hot, forceful spray erupted from her, splattering across the coffee table in violent pulses. The clear stream ran down the wood, dripping onto the rug, while her body convulsed in Izuku's arms.

Her voice broke into gasps and sobs, her hips jerking wildly with each wave until she was shaking, drenched in sweat, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

Izuku held her tight through it, fingers finally slowing, dragging out the last ripples of her orgasm before easing out completely.

Mitsuki collapsed back against his chest, limp, her breath ragged and uneven. Her flushed face was damp from tears, her hair sticking to her forehead.

He smirked, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Now that's a flood," he murmured.

She could only give a weak, breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering shut. The coffee table still gleamed wet under the dim light.

"You better get to cleaning. I need to use the bathroom. All that water's not good for me," Izuku said, standing and effortlessly lifting Mitsuki off his lap before setting her to the side.

She was still catching her breath, thighs trembling slightly, as he headed toward the stairs.

Of course, he didn't go near the one Katsuki had just bombed. That thing probably needed hazmat clearance. Instead, he veered toward the upstairs hallway and slipped into her bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Downstairs, Mitsuki took a moment before forcing herself to move. She tugged her pants up over her still-soaked core, the damp fabric clinging uncomfortably against her skin. Her cheeks burned as she grabbed a rag from the kitchen, the faint scent of herself still heavy in the air.

She had barely started wiping the coffee table when heavy footsteps thudded down the stairs.

Katsuki appeared in the doorway, scowling. "Woah, Mom. Why's the couch and coffee table wet?" He stepped closer, frowning at the dark patches on the cushion.

"Oh, I spilled some water," she said quickly, forcing a small, awkward laugh as she kept wiping. Her blush deepened, the rag twisting harder in her hands.

Katsuki's gaze narrowed. "Why are you red? Are you angry? Don't tell me you're sick—you're never sick."

"No, it's nothing. Just… hot in here, I guess," she replied, avoiding his eyes.

He shrugged. "Kay. Where's Deku?"

"He went to the toilet."

On cue, Izuku came down the stairs, drying his hands on the hem of his shirt. "Bro, what did you eat? I can still smell it from here," he said, smirking.

"Shut up!" Katsuki barked, turning red. "While you were busy messing around with those dumb girls—"

"Girls?" Mitsuki cut in, curiosity flickering across her face.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? They practically dragged me over there," Izuku said casually, leaning on the banister.

Katsuki folded his arms. "While you were busy with those skirts, I was challenging Half-and-Half—and I finally beat him. Now when are you leaving? I've got work to do."

Izuku's smirk widened. "Well, I did come here for your mom. So… do what you want."

Katsuki glared at him for a long second before muttering a curse under his breath and stomping back upstairs.

The moment the sound of his door shutting echoed through the house, Izuku turned his gaze to Mitsuki. She was still bent over the coffee table, rag in hand, her movements slowing as she felt his eyes on her.

"You know…" His voice was low, deliberate. "Why don't you do something for me now?"

Her hand froze mid-wipe. She swallowed, the rag still pressed against the damp wood, before slowly turning her head toward him. His expression told her exactly what he meant—no guessing required.

Mitsuki tossed the rag onto the table, the faint smell of cleaner.

Her eyes flicked to the bulge in his pants—thick, defined, daring her to touch it.

She licked her lips slowly. "You think you can just boss me around? Maybe I should remind you what I can do."

Izuku leaned back on the couch like he was settling into a throne, one arm draped lazily over the backrest.

"Oh? You've been thinking about this, huh?" His voice was calm, but the slight curl of his lips said go ahead.

Without another word, Mitsuki stepped closer and sank to her knees in front of him. Her hands slid up his thighs, fingers brushing deliberately along the seam of his pants before hooking into the waistband.

She tugged them down—and froze for a split second.

"…Holy shit," she breathed.

Even soft, he'd been impressive before. But now, fully hard, he was monstrous. Thick veins ran up his shaft, the tip heavy and flushed, already glistening with a bead of precum. She swallowed hard, trying not to look too rattled.

'This is going to ruin me,' she thought, but forced her smirk back on.

She wrapped her hand around the base—it barely fit in her grip—and gave a slow pump.

"Mm… I'll make you regret underestimating me," she purred, leaning in to flick her tongue along the underside.

Slrp.

The wet sound filled the quiet living room as she licked from base to tip, pausing to swirl her tongue over the head before taking him into her mouth.

Her lips stretched wide instantly, spit coating him as she began a slow rhythm.

"Nggh… there we go," Izuku murmured, eyes half-lidded as he watched her.

She sucked harder, bobbing her head with a steady

shlk-shlk-shlk

Her free hand massaging his balls while the other stroked the part of him she couldn't fit in her mouth. Spit dripped down her chin, making it messier, wetter—just how she liked it.

"Not bad," Izuku said casually, his voice teasing. "But you're moving like you're scared of it."

Before she could snark back, his hand slid into her hair, gripping firmly.

In one smooth motion, he guided her down—deep.

"Ghhkk—!" Her throat tightened as the head brushed the back, eyes widening. The sudden intrusion made her gag, but he held her there, smirking down at her.

Glk… glk… glk…

The slick, obscene sounds echoed between them.

"You wanted to take control, right? Then own it," he said lowly, pulling her up just enough for her to catch her breath before pushing her back down again.

Her plan to fluster him was slipping away. Mascara smudged under her eyes, her jaw ached, and every time he bottomed out, her core throbbed harder. She hated how much it turned her on.

Izuku's hips began moving now, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper ones—his cock sliding in and out with wet.

thwop-thwop

Sounds as her spit and his precum mixed.

Strings of saliva clung between her lips and his shaft every time he let her pull back.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Her teary eyes met his, and he smirked. "Good girl."

He pushed her head down again, burying himself to the hilt.

Gllk—gllk—glk!

The rhythm was obscene, wet, and loud enough that if Katsuki wasn't blasting music upstairs, he might have heard.

Mitsuki moaned around him—low, involuntary—and the vibration made him groan. "Damn… keep doing that."

Her pride screamed at her to stop, but her body wasn't listening. She moaned again, louder this time, sending another shiver through him.

Finally, he let her pull back with a messy gasp, spit running down her chin to her chest.

"You're dripping on yourself," he teased, thumbing her lip before pushing it back into her mouth.

"Mmhh…" she hummed, swirling her tongue over him like she was starved.

"Yeah," he muttered, jaw tightening. "Now take it all—no stopping."

He gripped her hair with both hands this time, guiding her into a relentless pace.

Slrk-slrk-glk-thwp-glk

The room was filled with slick, wet sounds and her muffled gagging.

Her head was spinning, her thighs rubbing together, heat pooling low in her belly. She wasn't supposed to be the one losing herself here, but Izuku's size, his control, his damn voice…

She felt him twitch against her tongue, the signal clear—

"You're gonna swallow," he growled.

Before she could even think to pull back, he pushed deep, holding her there as he came—thick, hot spurts flooding her throat. She moaned as she swallowed greedily, gulp after gulp until he finally let her pull away.

A thin trail of cum clung to her lip before she licked it up, panting, eyes glazed.

"Still think you're in charge?" he asked with a smirk.

She just glared half-heartedly, still catching her breath. "…Shut up."

TO BE CONTINUED