Suddenly Momo was laying on her bed naked, knees splayed open, Momo honestly felt like she was a frog about to be dissected. She choked back a nervous giggle as Shouto settled himself between her spread legs, studying her. Studying her like he was deciding where to make the first cut. His eyes lowered to stare more intently between her legs, and Momo's head lifted from the pillow, and she blushed at his intense gaze.

No man had ever looked at her like the way Todoroki did. Especially now. Well, he was practically drooling, looking down at her like he was going to devour her.

Starting with her vagina.

How did she get her?

Momo needed to get that image out of her head. No, no, no. She couldn't let him do that. Could she?

Maybe.

Moving to close her legs, his hand stopped her. "Don't," Shouto said, looking up at her, nervous sweat beading around his hairline. "I mean…uh, do you want to stop?" At least he sounded as nervous as she was.

"No!" Momo relaxed her thighs, forcing herself to stay in the moment. If he wanted to look at her, she would ensure he got his fill. "Just…"

"What? I'm doing something wrong?" Shouto sat back slightly, hands rubbing her bare thighs.

"No." Momo shook her head. "Just the way you look at me."

"How do I look at you?" Shouto leaned over her, his body settling on her, his face half an inch from hers. She could smell his coffee breath, and it was somewhat comforting.

"Like you want me." Momo didn't think he would appreciate the frog dissection analogy.

"I do." Shouto kissed her.

Coffee.

"Goodness, me too." They kissed hot and wet, practically slobbering all over each other, and Momo tried her best to swallow another rogue giggle at their enthusiasm. Shouto was sweating profusely now, and Momo could feel the tension in his muscles as he strained to control himself. His body started to rock against hers, making her hotter and wetter and more desperate, her legs lifting from the mattress to wrap around his hips.

"I want…I want…" Shouto pulled back, gasping, his breath hot against her neck.

"What?" Momo asked, even though she was pretty sure she knew what he wanted. The creation hero tugged at his underwear, the only stitch of clothing either of them still had on.

"You," Shouto moaned. "Just want you."

"Of course, you do." Momo pulled him down for another slobbery kiss, their tongues dueling.

Shouto kicked off his underwear, quickly bringing her legs back around his. His fingers slid down between her thighs, touching her clit before sliding further to find her opening. He looked up at her, concern in his eyes.

Momo nodded encouragingly. "Right there." She guided his hand to touch her for a few moments, her wetness growing on his fingers.

"But…" Shouto still looked concerned for her. She really appreciated that he worries about her well being.

"Flip us over." Momo wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and held on tight.

The world was a blur for a second, then Momo was above him, his penis snugged up against her, and she couldn't help but rock her hips hard against him.

"Momo…" His hands came to her hips to hold her still.

"Too much?" she teased with a giggle.

"Don't wanna disappoint you," Shouto croaked out.

"We just need to relax." Momo ran her hands over his chest appreciatively.

"Relax?" Shouto looked between them. "I'm not sure if I can."

"We'll just go slow. Okay?"

Shouto let out a shaky breath. "Okay."

Momo reached between them, grasping him in her hand like she had done it a thousand times. Like she knew what she was doing.

Momo clearly had no idea what she was even doing. She wished that she had studied this beforehand.

Momo stroked her hand up and down him for a few moments, unable to tear her eyes away from the way he pulsed in her hand, feeling him grow larger.

And Goodness, she was starting to sweat now.

Momo scooted her butt back slightly and lifted her hips, nudging him down to her opening. How did she get to this point? Are they really doing this? Momo closed her eyes, nerves overtaking her.

Please let this go well.

"Hey…" Shouto's hand rubbed at her thigh, getting her attention.

"What?" Momo looked down at him, trying to balance on her suddenly shaky knees.

Shouto blushed, reaching up to stroke her cheek gently. "Just…I really like you" he said shyly, blinking and looking away.

Tears welled in Momo's eyes, and she gave him a watery laugh as the gravity of what was about to happen made her chest tighten. "I really like you, too." She managed to squeak out.

Keep it together, Momo.

Shouto reached between them again, his tip catching on her opening, and he thrust forward into her enthusiastically.

"Sorry…" he mumbled, his eyes closing, body rigid.

"S'okay." Momo clenched involuntarily around him as he stretched her, sliding further down onto him. She gasped, forcing her body to be still as she tried to acclimate to the sensation of him being inside her for the first time.

Shouto rubbed at her thighs encouragingly, patient as ever. As she slid down another inch, Momo reached for one of his hands, guiding it to her clitoris, encouraging him to press his thumb against her.

He nodded up at her, exhaling hard. "Like this?" His thumb pressed harder against her.

"Yes, Please," Momo gulped, a nervous giggle escaping her, her hips starting to rock against his as his last few inches slid inside. "Shouto, I—" she suddenly felt overwhelmed, her eyes closing, arms reaching blindly for him.

She needed…she needed…she needed something…

"I've got you." Shouto sat up, quickly—too quickly, jostling them, and Momo groaned, feeling him sink even deeper inside her.

"It's too much… it's too much," Momo gasped for air, clinging to him, unable to open her eyes. She wanted to cry. Or laugh. Or both. "Todoroki …. It's too much…" She tried to tell him.

"I'm sorry!" He started to pull away, but she clung to him, her arms and legs tightening around him.

"No!" Momo began to panic. He didn't understand.

"You're hurting!" Shouto protested. "Momo, look at me!"

Her eyes snapped open. "I'm not hurt," she assured him. "You are too much—I love you, Shouto!"

He looked confused. Confused and relieved. "Momo, I—"

"You could never hurt me." Momo kissed him.

"You just scared me," he whispered against her lips.

"I apologize if I did," Moml responded, nuzzling into his neck for a moment, her hips moving experimentally against his.

"You're not making sense." Shouto pulled her back to look at him and tucked her wet hair behind her ears, his eyes searching hers. Geez, she really was sweating now.

"I'll explain it later." Momo picked up her speed, rocking against him, watching as his eyes rolled and closed and his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Please….do…" he moaned, thrusting up into her, his thumb sliding against her clit again. "Momo, I—"

"Flip us again!" Momo demanded as her legs cramped painfully.

"Which way?" Shouto cracked one eye open.

"Huh?"

"Which way?"

Momo threw her head back and laughed. "Just get on me, Shouto!" she demanded.

She was on her back in an instant, her legs tight around his hips. Shouto looked down at her, a dopey lovesick grin on his face, hair wet with sweat.

They were a mess.

"Hi," Shouto whispered as she hiked her legs up a little higher around him.

"Hi," Momo grinned, her fingers walking up his chest, plucking at his nipples curiously.

"Momo, we're actually doing this!" Shouto blurted out in awe, looking down between their bodies.

"Yeah, we sure are." Momo clenched her muscles around him as if to prove it.

"And we know what we're doing—sorta!" Shouto thrust against her gently.

Momo giggled. "Of course we don't." She pulled his hand down between them again.

"Oh, right." Shouto gave her a sheepish smile, his finger finding a rhythm against her clit once again. "Is this…am I doing it right?"

Momo arched under him. "Yes, but a little faster."

He nodded, his tongue coming out as he concentrated. God, he was perfect! Momo felt herself becoming overwhelmed again.

She pulled his head down to kiss her, and they were slobbering again. It was disgusting and beautiful and... she didn't think she would come...

Not the first time.

But suddenly, Shouto's gentle touch and increasing thrusts had her on the edge.

She was shaking, needing more…and more…

"Shouto…somethings happening…" Momo clung to him.

He began moving faster. "Yeah…I gotta…can I…?"

Momo nodded encouragingly. "Faster? Yes!" She drew her knees up even higher, and he groaned, thrusting deeper. Deeper and faster, and his finger against her clit was making her throb…

"Shouto…!" she trembled and clenched around him, her back arching off the bed. "Ohhh…Goodness..."

"Momo?" Shouto sounded so concerned, making her chuckle breathlessly and fall for him even more.

"It's good! It's good!" she assured him. "Just keep going!"

Shouto pounded into her now, faster and faster, her breasts bouncing obscenely, and she felt like she was having an unhinged out-of-body experience, and the urge to giggle rose in her again. Shouto's hips slammed against hers, and his entire body went ridged as he came inside her.

"Momo..." He collapsed on top of her, rolling them quickly onto their sides to avoid crushing her to death.

Always a gentleman.

"So, that happened." Momo held the sheet up to cover her bare chest.

"Yep. Certainly did. We certainly did…that!" Shouto held his side of the sheet up to cover his own bare chest.

"You know, you'd think we'd be over our shyness after with what we've been doing lately. I mean…. now that we, you know." Momo gestured between them.

"Well, we're…stubborn people, Momo. We, will get more comfortable with each other, won't we?"

Momo giggled, turning onto her side to face him, careful the sheet was still secure around her bare breasts. "I think we just got as comfortable as two people can get with each other, don't you think? No more avoiding each other?"

Shouto cleared his throat and turned onto his side, shifting closer to her. "And it was…comfortable? I mean…what just happened…it was…I mean, I personally thought it—"

"Shouto, you're rambling." Momo touched his arm and was certain she felt warm heat run through her body.

"Just…um. I guess what I'm trying to ask is…did you…? I mean…us—together…it was good, right?"

"Shouto! Wasn't it obvious!"

The hell with being shy!

Momo pulled the sheet back and leaped on top of him. "It was amazing! You're amazing!" She kissed him hard on the lips, and after a moment, he enthusiastically kissed her in return.

"I wanted to make sure. You know, my first time and all."

"Mine too," Momo said quietly.

Shouto looked at her, surprised. "I'm sorry if you were waiting until marriage—"

Momo kissed him again, more gently. "It's not a problem at all. Don't tell anyone about this. My parents and friends will kill me."

Shouto nodded, understanding. He didn't want his family hearing about this as well. Not even his own father.

Momo settled herself against him. She was drowsy and content. Shouto stroked her back soothingly.

Perfect.