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It's hard to tell where it started. Maybe it was because both Inko and Izuku deep down have become starved for touch over the years or maybe it was inevitable...She had a husband that was never home, always away and only hearing his voice through the phone. While he was bullied constantly, the only type of physical contact the type that hurt.
It started small, a caressing of an arm, a lingering hug, a kiss on the cheek. Small moments of gratitude that started to turn into others when they were in the same room. Inko nuzzling against hers son's broad chest during hugs. Izuku rubbing his mom's shoulders and back. Something else hanging in their prolonged stares.
For Inko it truly started when Izuku was visiting her during the weekend. She was struggling to grab something up high in the kitchen and he just picked her up. His rough, calloused hands digging into her plush hips, it was so easy for him. A warmth started to spread across her face before it drifted down, towards her core. A feeling that refused to leave even after he went home, a feeling she clung to at night in her lonely bed.
For Izuku it could of been alot of things. His mother was always so loving, so caring. He still thinks about the nights back at UA where she would hold him and whisper how proud of him she was through flowing tears. But ontop of that Izuku always thought his mother was really pretty, sure his mom would probably never be in shape like she used to but her ass haunted him. It was always there, whenever she bent down to grab something or stretch during her morning yoga.
So forgive him if one time while she was bent over to get something from a lower cabinet he gave her a playful little smack. The startled little sound she made made his heart race and his body flush. They tried to play it off and have a normal dinner but the entire time they refused to meet each other's eyes. After dinner they said a quick goodbye and ran to their bedrooms. Hers just down the hall and his in another part of the city. Their empty apartments filled with the sounds of lust as they touched themselves in a heated frenzy.
They didn't see each other for a bit after that, it's almost like they knew the next time Izuku visited would be dangerous. Teetering on that taboo line, just waiting to cross it, but at the end how could they really stay away? It was almost inevitable.