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It would be rude to say accepting Midoriya’s kind invitation to study at his house was a mistake. Not that his friend’s house wasn’t lovely! Sure it was much smaller than what he was used to but it felt lived in, and it did give them the peace and quiet they needed to get caught up on reading through textbooks. Unfortunately they hadn’t counted on the aging air conditioner to give up the ghost right as the afternoon sun’s rays decided to bombard the apartment block.
“Gosh Iida-kun, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t think we’d get this hot!” Iida looked over at the boy beside him as Midoriya stood up and started lifting his shirt over his head. “I’ll go grab the fan, maybe we have some ice cream in the house?” Before he could object the boy was off down the hallway, leaving Iida alone in his friends childhood room, with what felt like ten thousand copies of All-Might’s beaming smile surrounding him. With a sigh he decided to follow his friends lead and peeled off his own shirt in the hopes it may dry out by the time he headed home. Midoriya barged back in lugging a box fan that may have been as old as them and almost as loud as the classmates they were avoiding, but the breeze felt nice as the sweat started to dry off his chest. As soon as he was finished plugging in the fan the green haired blur was already back down the hallway yelling about running down to the combini to pick up something cold, the front door clanging audible even over the fan.
He took the opportunity to stretch his legs out, leaning back, hands flat on the floor as he looked at the ceiling, letting the breeze from the fan flow over his skin. Closing his eyes, he though briefly about hiking down his shorts to let everything air out before Midoriya got back, but even just thinking of that level of obscene behavior had him blushing. “That’s inappropriate and rude behavior” he chided himself, keeping his eyes closed and focusing on controlling his breathing, taking long slow breaths and holding them in, feeling his chest rise and fall as he worked on calming himself.
“Oh!” Iida cracked one eye open at the cute outburst, almost missing the soft “oh wow” that followed it. Midoriya’s mother had walked in with a glass of ice water, looking like she was also about to pass out. He leaned over so he could take the glass but she paused at the door. “Oh, you don’t have to move, Iida-kun! I, I uh I’ll bring it over to you!” she all but sputtered out followed by a half-whispered “You can just stay like that, if you’d like”. Iida finally opened his eyes to properly look over at his friend’s mom. He still remembers his first time meeting the women, and immediately understanding Midoriya’s cute crush on Uraraka, both are cute and warm, with smiles and soft-seeming bodies that make you want to hug them until they squeak. This time floods him with a completely different feeling. Inko stood a foot back from him, her usual cardigan abandoned in the heat, sweat causing the white undershirt to cling to her breasts, rather nicely although he would never admit to such a thought, her face red as a tomato as she stared seemingly without blinking but not quite making eye contact.
“The heat must be getting to both of us” Tenya heard more than felt himself say, still leaning back on his hands, he slowly noticed Inko’s eyes were locked onto his chest. He couldn’t help but tense up at the realization, his pecs rising noticeably causing the woman to gasp while still clutching the glass that brought her into a room. Time paused as he watched her watching him, his chest rising and falling while he couldn’t help but start to appraise her as well, now that her curves weren’t hidden under a layer of wool he felt his mouth go dry.
After the longest three seconds of either of their lives Inko finally stepped forward, the dam between her thoughts and her mouth breaking down in a imitation of her son. “They’re so big, not even the Bakugo’s boy are like this, I never realized how different a hero’s body is, you’re like a living statue” her muttering soft but insistent as she closed in on Iida, who hadn’t even thought to move, even as an urge to touch was building in his gut he kept his hand firm on the floor, his arms tense as concrete to hold his chest in place, seemingly desperate to keep Inko’s attention on his flexed pecs. “Not even Izuku is this big but he’s changed so much in the last year, gods I wish Hisashi had looked like this”. Iida would have noticed how inappropriate her words had become but he was to focused on her nipples visible through the sweat-ruined shirt, suddenly less than a foot from his eyes as she knelt down right beside him reaching out with her free hand.
Tenya Iida’s entire world changed as soon as she gently cupped his chest, the older woman’s hand not enough to cover his built up pectoral, the warmth from her hand lighting a fire inside the boy he couldn’t resist. He was torn in a way he could never have imagined, between wanting to leap up and crush this precious woman into a bear hug or stay stock-still and let her hands wander over him like a sculpture. His breath hitched and he let out a whimper as she made the choice for him, leaning over him as she put the glass down to touch him more, the damp cold hand on his chest a shocking contrast, both hands gently rubbing his chest as he continues to thrust it out, her eyes never moving from his torso as she took more and more liberty with touching him.
“It’s been so long but I’ve never touched a man so firm and hard” Inko’s monologue continued as she closed in on the boy, one hand sliding down to his abs, running her hand over his sleek teen skin. Iida couldn’t help but tense his abs as hard as he could in this stretched-out position, wishing he could put on more of a show. His moans increasing as he needs her to feel more, he needs to put on more of a show for her, never before had he been so thankful his family forced him into training so young, so that this warm friendly woman could eat him up with her gaze.
Inko’s stream of conscious finally faltered as she seemed to realize how many lines she was crossing, Iida being so use to Midoriya’s tics at this point reacted to the silence faster than she could, leaning up enough to free one hand to grab her by the wrist, keep her palm pinned to his chest. “Don’t stop ma’am, please” he managed to grunt out, making eye contact for the first time since she entered the room. “Please, please keep touching me miss Midoriya, your hands feel so good, please”.
Inko seemed to pause for a moment, her green eyes blown wide open, He noticed how hard she was panting, her body shaking although with need or fear or anticipation he couldn’t tell. “I shouldn’t do this, this is so wrong” she sobbed out, her eyes watering up, yet at the same time she lifted one of her legs over to straddle the muscle bound boy she had never lifted her hands from. Just as she got comfortable, her skirt hiked up, his shorts doing nothing to hide his excitement beneath her, and his pecs she had fallen in love with filling her hands, he finally took charge, moving up to grab behind her neck and press into her back, bringing her in for a kiss.
Between the heat and the need they were both dripping with sweat, Iida finally lifting the poor sweat-soaked shirt over Inko’s head, letting her breasts drop free. While he had seen videos, and of course Mineta would never stop trying to show him the most inappropriate things just to get a reaction, seeing the real thing was so much different. He didn’t try to resist taking one into each hand, rolling his thumbs along her nipples, hearing her moan from his touch even as her hands continued to slide across his body and now his arms, testing his biceps, running along his shoulders, pressing into every firm piece of flesh she could reach.
Still blushing and covered in sweat, Inko’s soft smile came back. “You’re so beautiful Iida-kun. I never realized how much I was affected by...” her voice briefly breaking off as she looked up at one of dozen’s of All Might posters in the room, his physique surrounding them. “..all of this” she finished looking back at the perfectly built boy underneath her. “Can we... have you...” she stuttered “have you ever had...”. Tenya looked up into her kind face. “I want to feel you Iida, you’re so strong and it’s been so long and I know I’m too old for you and”
A kiss silenced her as he ground his hips up, the thin layers of clothing between them doing little to hide the heat, his hardness, or her damp need.
“I’ve never, I’ve never but please” Tenya’s need was so strong, thoughts of how cute Midoriya’s mom was suddenly crossed with the sexy sweating dominant woman above him, he had no idea how to make her feel good but he had to be inside her.
Inko practically beamed at his answer, finally lifting a hand off him to reach down to where she was sitting on him. In a calmer setting he would think this should be a more romantic moment, but in the heat of the moment he just watched as she lifted herself up just enough to be able to reach the waist of the his shorts, pulling them down enough for his cock to spring free, and running her hand along his length as if testing his size. A moment of her reaching below her skirt and suddenly a hot wet feeling slid across his cock, as they finally rubbed together.
“Just one moment Iida, let me do this.” Inko kept one arm wrapped around the back of Iida’s neck, as she angled his cock against her heat. “Slowly, just let me move for now okay, Iida.” He felt nailed to the floor as more and more of him pressed into her, the heat inside even more than the hands she had used to worship him.
“Oh fuck that’s so hot”. Iida was so wrapped in the feeling of his cock filling out Inko that he didn’t even realize it wasn’t his voice. Glancing over he could see s convenience store bag lay on the floor, it’s contents scattered across the floor. Izuku was right in front of them, still shirtless and covered in sweat from the run to the store, his hand rubbing across his obvious hard on watching his mother ride his best friends cock.