"A message is here!" All Might's slightly muffled voice declares from Izuku's pocket, the boy digging the phone out as quick as he can. A password and a few taps later and the message is revealed to him, just three words.
Snack time Sweetie.
Lightning crackles around him as One for All lets him sprint to the dorm in record time, dust scattering as he skids to a halt in front of the door. Taking several quick breaths to steady himself, he walks inside, nonchalant as he can be. Ochaco spots him instantly, giving a friendly wave from the couch where she's watching TV with Tsuyu and Mina, and he waves back with a smile. A few other 1-A students are scattered about, doing their own things, and when Ochaco turns back to the show, Izuku draws upon his decade of experience avoiding attention.
Silent steps avoiding line of sight without being obvious about it lets him cross the common room and slink up the stairs on the girls side of the building. Staircase by staircase he climbs, all the way to the top floor. With no need for stealth, his body relaxes, straightening up as he walks towards her door, a hand fishing in his pocket for his keys. Pulling them out with a jingle, he grabs not one of the few keys on the chain, but the accessory disc bearing the likeness of All Might's face.
Two hidden buttons on it are pressed, and the chain slides out, bringing with it a solid silver key inlaid with small precious stones, including a centimeter long pink diamond in the shape of a heart. As he turns the key in the lock, a soft click makes his heart jump, just like it does every time. Swiftly hiding the key away again, he takes a deep breath before opening the door and walking in.
Said breath is immediately stolen away by the sight of Momo sitting in some of her hero costume. Her leotard hugs her form as always, boots and belt nowhere to be seen, as she sits in a throne-like chair facing the door. Closing the door behind is done by instinct, his eyes trapped by Creati's onyx orbs as they wordlessly beckon him closer. One leg lifts and rests over the other, and he's on his knees in an instant.
Faint sparkles glitter and twinkle before tiny crystals begin tumbling down her ankle off the top of her foot. Few manage to make it off before they're caught by Izuku's tongue, dragging itself slowly over Momo's soft, immaculate skin. The sugar dissolves into sweetness in his mouth, mixing with Momo's naturally soft taste. He's able to catch a brief taste of her quirk, like fireworks of indescribable flavour popping on his tongue before they move up to the top of her shin, a pale yellow fluid slowly dripping down.
Moving up her leg, he laps at the thick, sweet honey oozing from her quirk while a hand gently squeezes her calf. Lavishing her leg with affection, he can hear her approving hum, and the honey comes a little thicker and a little faster. The flow stops as he pulls back to swallow, eager emerald eyes gazing up at her as he does. Her soft smile warms his heart as she reaches down with a hand, gently stroking his thick, fluffy hair for just a moment before her finger rests on her thigh, just above her knee.
She slowly drags it up her thigh, her quirk sparkling like a firecracker under her finger and leaving a trail of a different honey behind, ending mere inches from her pelvis. Beckoning him with said finger, she licks the honey coated tip as he lunges forward, a hand now grabbing her muscular but soft thigh on the outside. This honey contains the soft fire of cinnamon, and starting at her knee, he works ever inward, licking every honey coated inch of her inner thigh. Soft moans escape her as she watches him get closer and closer to her own honeypot, eventually uncrossing her legs and spreading them so he can reach the last of it.
His head in the perfect place, she gives it a gentle squeeze between her thighs, trapping him as dark brown starts sparkling into existence just below her bust. His eyes flicker between it and her with hunger, tongue already out and almost close enough to taste her womanhood. As it was about to reach her leotard, she releases him, and he immediately attaches to her stomach, lips and tongue caressing her muscular core, poking into her belly button as he cleans it of the rich dark chocolate. His affection travels up her admittedly ill defined abs, eventually stopping with his nose between her breasts and his tongue lapping away at the chocolate as it is created.
Letting the flow cease, she traces a finger down the inside edge of her outfit, before tugging loose a breast. His eyes lock onto it as he pulls back, and after giving it a squeeze herself, she lets her quirk start working again. A lighter chocolate begins to drip from her nipple and like a child, he latches on. The sweet milk chocolate mixes with traces of sweat and the sparkles of her quirk into a flavour like no other that he laps up voraciously. Keeping his head pressed to her chest with a hand, she relaxes into the chair as the stimulation of his tongue combines with the enhanced perception caused by her quirk's activation send explosive sparks of pleasure through her system.
The two relax like this for a minute, then two, Izuku basking in the flavour while Momo soaks in pleasure. Yet all things must come to an end, and she still has one last taste for him. With a firm but gentle grip, she pulls him off her breast as she shuts off her quirk, a last couple drops slowly drawing brown lines down her bountiful bust. With her free hand, she traces her finger over her lips, quirk flaring for just long enough to leave a clear brown sheen. Pushing said finger into his mouth, he greedily suckles it for a moment, savouring the deep maple flavour before she pulls it away.
His eyes devour her lips, plump and shimmering but he knows to wait. She's in control. Leaning down and pulling his face up at the same time, their lips mash together in passion, tongues darting out to lick lips before his plunges into her mouth. Gently grabbing it with her teeth, her own tongue runs across the surface, his oral muscle remaining still and obedient. Pressing the two together, her quirk sparks between them, a thin honey starting to flow, before being joined by chocolate. The honey starts changing, her quirk switching to a viscous caramel which she lets accumulate on his tongue alongside the chocolate.
Releasing his tongue, he is allowed a brief moment for it to return with it's bounty, before she drags him into the kiss again. This time, the juice of apples, peaches, oranges and cherries pour forth, cascading over his tongue and pooling in her mouth. Swishing it around, she leans him back and pushes his tongue back into his mouth, pushing hers into his mouth as she does so. With their lips opened just enough, she lets the fruit juices pour into his mouth before she retracts her tongue and seals the kiss to let him swallow, still pressed mouth to mouth with her.
Giving his upper lip a quick nibble before pulling back, she opens wide and sticks out her tongue, quirk sparkling to activity on it. Seconds tick by as her mouth is lit with the colourful manifestation of her quirk, before after nearly a full minute, a tiny cake, about an inch across and half as tall sprouts from her tongue. Perfect down to the tiniest detail, black text across it reads simply, 'Eat me'. Needing no further prompting, Izuku lunges forward, lips engulfing her tongue and the cake thereon, suckling it like a lollipop.
His hands slowly trace their way up her sides, before coming together behind her back at the bust line as the kiss continues. Chest to chest they're squeezed together, and without tapping into the immense power of his quirk, he lifts her from her seat, standing himself, still several inches shorter than her. Eventually, he pulls off the kiss, leaving her slick and dripping tongue hanging from her mouth as she pants for air. "You know," he says softly, "This isn't what they mean by a sugar mommy."
Giving her lips a brief lick, she gives him a smirk, before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss. "I don't hear you complaining, sweetie. Now I think we could both use a shower, if you'd like to join me." A held out hand is swiftly clasped by his scarred one with a gentleness that would seem impossible for a boy who can punch through glaciers.
"I'd be glad to... Mommy."