Quick Note Before You Read
Just to make this clear before anyone gets the wrong idea:
This fic does not have incest. None. Zero. Not hinted, not implied, not even on the table. Inko is Ryuu's mom in every way that matters, and nothing here changes that.
That said, she's also a woman. She's single, lonely, and has no interest in dating or hooking up. What she does have is a weird curiosity and trust with Ryuu, he's the only person in her life she can talk to about certain things without judgment. These conversations aren't meant to be flirty or sexual.
They're awkward and raw because when two family members talk about intimacy, it's always awkward. It's not meant to be smooth or comfortable, that's the point.
There's no romance here.
There's no crossing the line.
It's awkward, yes, but it stays respectful.
If that makes you uncomfortable, skip the chapter. But if you stick around, you'll see this for what it is, a human, bittersweet moment between two people who trust each other enough to talk about the stuff no one else would.
Alright. You've been warned. Let's get into it.
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By the time we sat down to eat, Eri had stopped sniffling. She was still curled up against me, but her grip had loosened. She picked at her pancakes, chewing slowly, eyes still puffy but not as lost in worry.
Mom poured herself some tea, watching her carefully. "Feeling better?"
Eri nodded. "Yeah."
I nudged her plate. "Eat more."
She huffed but took another bite.
Mom smiled behind her mug. "You are just like him, you know."
Eri blinked. "Huh?"
Mom reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Stubborn."
Eri frowned, glancing up at me.
I smirked. "She got a point."
Eri pouted, shoving another piece of pancake into her mouth. "I am not stubborn."
Mom and I both chuckled.
She muttered around her food, "I just wanna be strong."
I poked her cheek. "You already are."
She squirmed, but I didn't miss the tiny smile.
Dinner stretched out, the tension from earlier melting away. By the time we finished, Eri was practically nodding off, her exhaustion catching up in full.
Mom took her from me, cradling her against her chest. "Bedtime."
Eri yawned. "M'kay."
I ran a hand through her hair one last time. "I will see you tomorrow."
She blinked up at me. "Promise?"
I tapped her nose. "Of course."
She let Mom carry her off, her small arms wrapping around her neck. I watched until they disappeared into her room.
Then, finally, I sighed, slumping back against my chair.
Mom came back, leaning against the counter, watching me.
I raised a brow. "What?"
She shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "Nothing. Just glad you are home."
I smirked. "Me too."
Mom wiped down the counter. I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. It had been a long day… hell, a long few weeks. But sitting here, made it a lot better.
Mom stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me without warning. For half a second, I thought this might be one of those rare, wholesome moments. A quiet "glad you are home" type deal.
Then she smirked against my ear. "So… when is Mirko giving me grandkids?"
I froze.
My brain short-circuited so hard I forgot how to breathe for a second. I pulled back, staring at her like she just spoke in my mind. "What the fuck, Mom?"
She laughed, completely unbothered, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What? I am just curious."
"Curious? Are you a damn dog? Did you smell her on me or something?"
The slap to the back of my head came fast.
"Don't call your mother a dog," she scolded, shaking her head.
I rubbed the spot, scowling. "Then stop sniffing out my personal life like a bloodhound."
She smirked. "You make it easy. You came back smelling like alley sex."
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Jesus Christ."
She grinned. "Out of all the girls in the agency, only Mirko would do that. Ryukyu, not a chance. Nejire, wild but classy. Uraraka, too shy, and Tsuyu, too prude."
I groaned. "Mom. I do not want to talk about this with you."
She shrugged, completely unfazed. "I am just saying, you reek of her."
I rubbed my face. "Can we talk about literally anything else?"
"Sure." She leaned against the counter. "When are you introducing her to me as your girlfriend?"
I squinted. "She is not my girlfriend."
Mom tilted her head. "So what, just a side piece?"
I choked. "Woman, stop it."
She laughed, completely enjoying herself. "What? You have been gone for weeks, and you come back covered in sex and violence. I am just catching up."
"I will leave," I warned. "Right now."
She smirked. "No, you won't. You missed me."
I groaned, standing up, but she grabbed my wrist. "Alright, alright. I will stop."
I exhaled, sitting back down. "Thank you."
"So, how was it?"
I stood up immediately. "I am leaving."
She cackled as I made my way to the door. "Oh, come on! You take all these girls on dates, then hook up with Mirko. I am just curious."
I didn't stop.
"How is your relationship with Nejire since I caught you in bed?"
I froze.
She grinned. "Ah. So something did happen."
I turned around, pointing a finger at her. "Nothing happened."
Mom raised a brow. "So you were just cuddling?"
"Exactly."
She tilted her head, watching me like a damn predator. "And you expect me to believe that?"
I crossed my arms. "Yes."
She smirked. "Then why do you look guilty?"
"I don't."
She hummed, clearly enjoying herself way too much. "You should have seen your face when I walked in that morning. I swore you thought I was about to give you a shovel talk."
I rolled my eyes. "You are giving me one now."
She laughed. "Oh, please. Nejire is practically glued to you half the time. You mean to tell me nothing changed?"
"Nothing changed."
She gave me a long look. "So if she were to suddenly confess, you would just brush it off?"
I hesitated.
That was enough for her.
"Ohhh," she drawled, pointing at me. "So there is something there."
I sighed. "It is complicated."
She smirked. "It always is. You have all these girls orbiting you, and you still act surprised when they start wanting more."
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. "Can we not do this?"
She crossed her arms, staring at me like she had all the time in the world. "Not a chance. I am a single mother who wouldn't sleep around, and you are close enough to me but also not blood. Barely not weird to talk about this shit."
I stared. "What, you want smut talk?"
She shrugged. "Would not be the weirdest thing we have talked about."
I groaned. "This is top three at least."
She smirked. "You say that now, but I bet you have some shit to say."
I pointed at her. "No. You do not get to bait me into talking about my sex life just because you are nosy."
"You are acting like I have not walked in on worse."
I snorted sharply, shaking my head. "This is not happening."
She tilted her head. "So she is loud, then?"
"Mom."
"Or are you the loud one?"
"Mom."
She leaned forward, grinning. "I mean, I assume you are putting in the work, but maybe…"
I stared at her. Not sure if I should just hit my head to the wall and knock myself out.
"Fine," I said, already tired of her shit. "You asked for it. Don't say I didn't warn you." I gestured vaguely. "Shoot your questions."
She smirked, probably expecting me to squirm.
"Is she loud?"
"Yes."
"Positions?"
"Every single one."
"Anal?"
"No."
"Oral?"
"Do you really want me to draw you a fucking diagram, Mom?"
She glared, I sighed.
"Both ways."
She raised a brow. "Both?"
I sighed. "Three if you count me going down on both holes."
She blinked. Then snorted, shaking her head. "Jesus."
"You wanted answers," I muttered.
She tilted her head, watching me like she was debating how much further to push. "Kinks?"
I rubbed a hand down my face. "Fine. She likes it rough. Gets off on fighting before fucking. A little blood doesn't bother her. Biting, hair-pulling, pinning her down…"
"Alright," she cut in, waving a hand. "I get the picture."
I picked up my glass of water, taking a sip. "Good."
She leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Didn't expect you to be so… open about it."
"I was avoiding it out of respect for you. I barely have any shame otherwise," I said.
She scoffed. "I know."
Of course, she did. She had seen me naked more times than I could count, not that I gave a shit. It was just a body. But the same couldn't be said about her. I had never seen her like that… never even thought about it. She was Mom. The one who raised me. The one who dealt with my bullshit, who never backed down from my mouthy ass, who kept me grounded no matter how powerful I got.
But she wasn't just my mom. She was a woman, and she wanted something for herself. Not that I could blame her. She had spent years taking care of Izuku and me, and let's be real, loser virgin Izuku had nothing to offer in a conversation about this. What was she gonna ask him? How it felt to masturbate into an All Might glove? If he ever thought about switching things up and using the action figures instead?
I shook my head. "You really have no filter, huh?"
She tilted her head. "Would you respect me if I did?"
Fair point.
I sighed. "You dating anyone?"
She laughed. "What, worried I will bring home some sleazebag?"
I shrugged. "Nah. More like wondering if you even have time for that."
She hummed, tapping her fingers against the counter. "I get offers. Plenty of guys try to flirt. Some even ask me out."
I raised a brow. "And?"
She smirked. "And none of them are worth my time."
I snorted. "High standards."
"Of course. I raised you, didn't I?"
I rolled my eyes but didn't argue. "You are frustrated. How can I put this delicately so you do not smack me… you need some good dicking."
She smacked me anyway.
"Not happening." She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "I do not want to start that shit again. I already lost my trust in men."
I rubbed the back of my head where she hit me. "That is a you problem, not a dick problem."
"Shut up and tell me some of your stories. Let me be content."
I groaned. "Am I going to need earplugs tonight?"
She smacked me again.
"I will not wake you with my lonely self-contentment, don't worry."
I groaned, rubbing my face. "Mom, why would you put that picture in my head? You know I am imaginative."
She smirked, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. "Go ahead and give me some smut already. Internet is shit."
I stared at her. "What the fuck?"
She crossed her arms. "What? You are young, you are doing all kinds of shit, and you probably have better taste than whatever garbage is trending."
"Jesus Christ," I muttered, standing up. "I am leaving."
She grabbed my wrist, dragging me back into my seat. "Come on, I sat through all your stupid stories. Give me something decent."
"You are insane."
"You are not denying that you can deliver."
"You want me to sit here and narrate my sex life to you like some fanfiction author?"
She smirked. "I don't need a narrator. Just tell me a story."
I glared at her. "You are the most unhinged mother on the planet."
She shrugged. "And?"
"Fine. But if I tell you something, you better not make it weird."
She raised a brow. "Oh, so you do have something."
I sighed, shaking my head. "You are desperate."
"And you are stalling."
I rubbed my temples. "God, I hate you sometimes."
She just grinned. "Tell me about Mirko."
I scoffed. "Obviously, you already know about her."
She hummed. "Yes, but I don't have the details."
I groaned. "You want me to explain how we ended up in a motel?"
She tilted her head. "Did you?"
I waved a hand. "A couple of times."
She nodded. "Figured. She is not the type to wait around."
I sighed. "Yeah. First time was after a patrol. We were both wound up, one thing led to another…"
She held up a hand. "Okay, no vague bullshit. Details."
I raised my hands. "Fine. It was a hard day, and I took a shower and jumped into bed. She followed right after, planning to use me as a human pillow to mooch off my heat."
She nodded like it was obvious. "You are warm. I always liked hugging you to sleep when you were a kid."
I groaned. "Not the best time, Mom."
She snickered. "Just saying."
I kept going. "When we woke up the next morning, we were in a compromising position, with my bat between her thighs and my head between her boobs. After some back and forth, she said she was frustrated, and we kinda got to it."
She tilted her head. "Kinda?"
I sighed. "Alright, she said she was horny, and I was there. Happy?"
She waved a hand. "That makes more sense."
I leaned back. "I mean, it wasn't some grand, dramatic thing. We were both worked up, we were already comfortable with each other, and she doesn't do hesitation."
Mom hummed. "And you? No hesitation either?"
I scoffed. "Come on, you think I hesitated? It was Mirko. The moment she made it clear, I was already moving."
She smirked. "That checks out."
I stretched my arms. "Wasn't even a big deal to her. She was casual as hell about it. Just undressed like it was a warm-up stretch and climbed on."
Mom clicked her tongue. "Did she say anything first, or was it straight to business?"
"She said something about getting rid of stress, then something about knowing I would be good at it."
She laughed. "Oh, that is bold."
"Yeah, she isn't subtle. She sat on my lap, grabbed my face, and told me I better not disappoint her."
Mom raised an eyebrow. "And did you?"
I gave her a look. "Are you seriously asking that?"
She smirked. "Just being thorough."
I exhaled. "She wasn't complaining. Neither was I."
"So, first time with her, was it quick, or did you two make a whole night out of it?"
I thought for a second. "First time, long. Second round? Faster. Third? She tried to walk it off, acted like she wasn't sore."
Mom scoffed. "Tried?"
"Yeah, she played it cool for about an hour before she admitted she needed a break."
Mom grinned. "You wore out Mirko?"
I smirked. "Damn right."
She shook her head. "Not bad."
I cracked my knuckles. "She went a little nuts about it after. Kept finding excuses to sneak off with me."
"And you? You started it up just as often, or was she leading?"
I shrugged. "Equal. She had a habit of pulling me into empty rooms. I had a habit of not saying no."
She laughed. "You have a habit of a lot of things."
I smirked. "What can I say? We clicked."
She tilted her head. "More than just in bed?"
I shrugged again. "She is fun. No bullshit, no drama. She just does what she wants."
Mom nodded. "She is straightforward. No games."
"Exactly. She isn't sitting around analyzing shit. If she wants to do something, she does it. It makes things simple."
She hummed. "And yet, things are rarely simple."
I leaned back. "With her, they are."
She studied me for a moment. "Alright, let's get into details."
I rubbed my temples. "Of course."
"Favorites?"
"She likes riding but likes getting pinned more."
Mom smirked. "Biting?"
"Both of us."
"Choking?"
"Yes."
She nodded. "Dirty talk?"
I snorted. "We don't shut up."
She laughed. "Not surprised."
I exhaled. "You know, if anyone else asked me this, I would have them questioning their life choices."
She smirked. "That is why I am the only one who gets away with it."
I leaned back in my chair. "Yeah, yeah."
She glanced at me. "Alright, what about the others?"
I raised a brow. "What about them?"
She gave me a knowing look. "You know what about them."
I sighed. "They are different."
She tilted her head. "Different how?"
I rolled my shoulders. "Mirko is... direct. The others, not so much."
She smirked. "So they are playing the long game."
I exhaled. "Not intentionally. Nejire acts like it is casual, but it is not. Uraraka tries to play it safe. Tsuyu takes her time. They all have their own way of handling it."
Mom hummed. "And you? Handling it well?"
I chuckled. "I am still here."
She smirked. "Barely."
I stretched. "It isn't complicated yet."
She tapped the counter. "Key word, yet."
I smirked. "I will deal with it when it happens."
She shook her head. "You are going to have fun with that."
I shrugged. "Always do."
She studied me for a second. "Alright, any last details before I stop prying?"
I sighed. "She scratches when she is close, she moans louder than she thinks, and she likes it rough."
Mom smirked. "Noted."
I leaned forward. "Your turn."
She blinked. "My turn?"
I nodded. "You grilled me. Now your turn."
She raised a brow. "What do you want to know?"
I smirked. "Anything I should know about you?"
She scoffed. "Nothing at all. Still loneliest mother on Earth."
I laughed. "You have me."
She exhaled sharply. "Yes."
I leaned back. "Good. Now, if you are done interrogating me, I am going to bed."
She waved a hand. "Go ahead."
I stood up, stretching, heading for the hallway. "Try not to think about it too much."
She snorted. "No promises."
I shook my head and stepped into my room, already done with the conversation.
Somehow, I knew she would bring it up again.
And I would deal with it.
Later.
Well, I should have bought earplugs. She was loud as hell. I hit the wall a few times, but she was far too long gone.
God, this was weird.
I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything else. Counting sheep? Useless. Thinking about fights? Worse. Every time I tried to tune it out, I caught something… small noises, muffled breaths, the goddamn rhythm of it.
This was hell.
I turned, buried my face in the pillow, and groaned. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Knock on her door and tell her to shut the hell up? Pretend I didn't hear it and live in denial? The walls weren't that thin, but they weren't thick enough either.
This was my fault. I should've never humored her earlier. Now she was probably thinking about every single thing I said.
A sharp breath. A creak.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Jesus Christ.
I couldn't deal with this.
I grabbed my phone and shoved my earbuds in. Music. Loud as hell. Drown it out. Ignore it. Let her do whatever she was doing and pretend this never happened.
It took a while, but eventually, it stopped. I didn't even check how long. I wasn't looking for details.
I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling again.
Tomorrow, I was not bringing this up.
At all.
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You vanished.
Ghost behavior.
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