It started as a secret meeting.

Inko Midoriya, Deku’s mom, said nothing to Izuku. A younger man who didn’t treat her like a fragile mother. The first time she just sucked him, kneeling, surprised how much she liked it. Then he fucked her, and she came back. Again and again.

Tonight she didn’t even unpack the groceries. Fishnets on, green straps barely holding, silver-green platforms planted. She dropped into a wide squat, knees out, both hands raised in peace signs, mouth already open.

“Izuku’s not home,” she said, voice soft but lower than before. She tugged the straps down and leaned forward. “You can put it in my mouth first. Or just fuck me. Your choice.”

He didn’t answer. She took him between her lips without hesitation, tongue working, eyes up, sucking like it was all she knew how to do anymore. When he turned her and pushed inside, she moaned, heels planted, fishnets stretched, hips moving to take him deeper.

The woman who cooked too much and worried too much was gone. Inko Midoriya, Deku’s mom, just spread her legs, sucked, and got fucked whenever she could.