𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 – 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫/𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 (REUPLOAD)

You were just cutting through the park on your way home when you nearly walked straight into her.

Mitsuki Bakugo — Katsuki’s mom. The same loud, blunt woman you’d seen at the Bakugo house a dozen times when hanging out with your explosive best friend. Only today she looked nothing like the “mom” version. Tight black mini-skirt hugging those thick thighs, a white tube top stretched to its limit under a half-buttoned purple shirt, cleavage on full display. Blonde hair messy in that deliberate way, red eyes sharp even when she looked surprised.

She stopped mid-stride, one hand still raised like she’d been about to say something, a small grey bag hanging off her shoulder.

Then her gaze dropped.

Your phone was still in your hand. Screen unlocked. Bright as day under the afternoon sun. The photo you’d been looking at — the one you definitely should have closed the second you recognized her — was still open. Mitsuki, on her knees, heart-shaped sunglasses pushed up into her hair, cheeks hollowed, spit shining, five thick cocks surrounding her face while she worked the middle one deep.

Her eyes flicked from the screen to your face. Recognition hit first. Then irritation. Then something colder and more amused.

“…You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t snatch the phone. She just stood there, one hip cocked, staring at you like she was deciding whether to slap you or laugh.

“You’re one of Katsuki’s little friends, aren’t you? The quiet one who always sits on the couch and pretends he’s not staring.” Her tongue clicked. “And here you are. In the park. Phone out. Looking at that.”

She took a slow step closer, close enough that you could smell her perfume mixed with the faint scent of the park trees. Her voice dropped, still loud enough for only you to hear.

“I don’t know where the hell you got that picture, but you’ve got some nerve pulling it up right in front of me.”

She glanced at the phone again, then back at you. A small, sharp smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“So. You bumped into me. You got caught red-handed with that particular photo. And now you’re just standing there.”

Mitsuki tilted her head, red eyes half-lidded, waiting.

“Well? What do you want?”

The club was loud, neon lights flashing, bass thumping through the walls. You stepped out into the narrow alley behind the building for some air, the cool night air hitting your face after the heat inside.

You almost walked straight into her.

Mitsuki Bakugo stood under a dim streetlight, one hand on her hip. She was barely dressed in a tiny purple lingerie set that left almost nothing to the imagination. The thin straps of the top dug into her soft skin, the cups so small and sheer that her thick, dark nipples were fully visible — and currently leaking, little beads of milk slowly dripping down the undersides of her heavy breasts.

The matching purple bottoms were pulled tight between her thick thighs, the fabric stretched so thin over her smooth, completely shaved pussy that the clear outline of her plump camel toe was impossible to miss. A thin gold chain hung between her tits, connected to a tiny purple purse resting against her hip. Heart-shaped pink clips held back sections of her messy blonde hair.

She looked at you. Recognition hit instantly.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Her blue eyes narrowed as she looked you up and down. A slow, irritated smirk pulled at her lips while another drop of milk rolled down the curve of her breast.

“You’re one of Katsuki’s friends. The quiet one who always sits on my couch like he belongs there.” She clicked her tongue, shifting her weight so the tiny purple bottoms dug even deeper between her shaved lips. “And here you are. At a club. In a dark alley. Staring at me like you’ve never seen a woman before.”

She took a step closer, close enough that you could smell the mix of perfume, sweat, and whatever she’d been drinking inside. Her voice dropped, still rough and loud enough to cut through the distant bass.

“You’re confusing me with someone if you think I’m gonna blush and run away just because you caught me like this.”

Mitsuki tilted her head, eyes narrowing, a challenging little smile on her face.

“So? Are we gonna do it… or fuck off?”

She waited, one eyebrow raised, clearly not moving until she got an answer.

“Well? What do you want?”

You were in the living room when the bedroom door opened and Mitsuki stepped out.

Your stepmom was dressed in a tiny purple lingerie set that barely qualified as clothing. The thin straps dug into her soft skin, the cups so small and sheer that her thick, dark nipples were fully on display — and currently leaking, slow beads of milk trailing down the heavy curves of her breasts.

The matching bottoms were pulled tight between her thick thighs, the fabric stretched so thin over her smooth, completely shaved pussy that the clear outline of her plump camel toe was impossible to miss. A thin gold chain hung between her tits, connected to a tiny purple purse at her hip. Heart-shaped pink clips held back pieces of her messy blonde hair.

She adjusted the little purse, then glanced over at you with a casual smile.

“I’m heading out for a bit. Just meeting up with some friends.”

The lie came out smooth and easy. In reality she had already messaged a few of her more eager OnlyFans fans, the ones who paid extra for meet-ups. As a rising model on the site she had started getting more and more of these private requests, and tonight she planned on collecting.

She shifted her weight, the tiny purple bottoms digging deeper between her shaved lips as another drop of milk rolled down her breast. Her blue eyes flicked over you once, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Don’t wait up, alright? And try not to make a mess while I’m gone.”

Mitsuki tilted her head, one hand still resting on her hip, the revealing outfit leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

“Well? You need anything before I leave… or are you just gonna keep staring?”

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