Momo felt her legs give out making the girl about to fall but was quickly saved thanks to Kyouka's quick reflexes. She immediately pulled herself together and thanked the give who saved her from falling on the floor. "It's no big deal we've all gotten jelly legs from sitting cross-legged." Jirou replied as she and Momo linked arms as they headed towards Momo's room.
The girls passed by Iida and Todoroki who were studying together. Todoroki looked up from his work locking eyes with Momo, She smiled at him because looking away to hide her blush not noticing that he was blushing as well. "He's the main reason my legs are very sore." Momo thought in her head. She'll never tell Kyouka that very fact.
"So Birthday Princess, are you excited for your birthday in a couple days.?" Momo asked giving her an opportunity to not think about losing her virginity not so long ago. She'll do anything to change the subject. "Did you just call me Birthday Princess?" Kyouka questioned Momo, stopping in her track as she looked at Momo with a skeptical look on her face. "Did Denki put you up to this?" Momo blinked confused before giving her an answer. "No but I'll tell him about it!" Momo watched as her friend stuttered out of embarrassment as she failed to hide her flustered face.
Kyouka couldn't help but get more annoyed when Momo started to laugh. "Ha Ha very funny!" She crossed her arms in annoyance and marched her way to Momo's door that she had yet to open for her. As Momo's laughing finally died down, she walked up to her friend who was still pouting. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, would you be able to forgive in any way?" Momo apologized. Kyouka scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes.
"Fine, you do give really good apologies." Momo smiled at her before unlocking her room letting Kyouka inside and following soon after. "To answer your question, I am extremely excited for my birthday. Thank to you and everyone here helping to plan it, I feel very special." Kyouka said as she gave Momo a hug. "Good, because Todoroki and I worked really hard to plan it." Momo replied as they both pulled away. Kyouka sat down on her huge Princess bed as Momo realized another thing. "Shouto and I screwed on my bed!" Of course she washed the sheets!
"My birthday present for this year is for my good friend Momo and Todoroki to officially get together so I can take credit for bringing you guys together." Kyouka announced as she watched Momo sit across from her. Momo smiled at her. "We might be closer than you think but I'll make sure we'll get there on time." Momo let out a giggle as her face turned red. "By the way, he hurts you I'll have Bakugou beat him up!" Kyouka announced as she dramatically punched the air for an example. Momo shook her head in disappointment that it could result in violence. But she couldn't help but think Shouto would definitely win. She would never tell Kyouka or Bakugou that in general.
A little while later as everyone had finished dinner cleaning up after themselves and crashing for the night in their rooms, Momo found herself in the common room doing some late night studying and drinking some warm tea to help her focus. The room was very dark with the exception of a night light to help her see what she was working on.
Momo was completely focus until a familiar voice caught her attention causing her to grab the remaining light that she had and shine it on the person in the room which happened to be Todoroki. Momo's heart fluttered just looking at him but little did she know he felt the same way. "Hey, I was just doing some last minute studying and I was just about to head back to my room!" She announced even though he never asked her what she was up to. She didn't even realize that he walked over to her. Momo couldn't take it anymore!
"Can I kiss you?" Shouto asked as if he read her own mind.
Her lips parted as she inhaled.
"Yes." She breathed.
Momo closed her eyes and leaned in, her hand settled on his cheek. His lips were soft and considerate. His touch was passionate and loving. Everything about him was all-encompassing. Shouto consumed all of her thoughts, each one becoming more ravenous than the next. Lately his kisses always left her hungry for more.
Her eyes opened and her cheeks felt flushed. She grinned at Todoroki, he too was smiling. Momo leaned in again, this time when they kissed she pressed her chest into his. He played with her lower lip, and then he bit it. Momo groaned in response to his teasing. The sensation of the fabric that rubbed against her chest left her lightheaded.
Warmth flooded her lower stomach as their innocent kisses turned into a heavy make-out session. His lips captured hers, all she could feel was him, all she could hear was him, all she could smell was him. Shouto was the only thing on her mind.
They parted for only a few mere seconds. Shouto's cold hands crept up under her shirt, making contact with her warm back. He looked into her eyes for any doubt. Momo nodded and made a noise, encouraging him to keep going.
Her hands slid underneath until they reached her bra clasp. His fingers undid the clasp swiftly, her back arched as he began to knead around her soft round breasts. He kissed her again and she kissed him back. Shouto's hand pinched one of her nipples, she hissed against his lips in response.
His hands left her breasts, and he began to unbutton her shirt. Each button felt as agonizing as the next. Momo could tell he was taking his time, only edging her on more. Momo wanted to rip her shirt into pieces so he could keep touching her.
Shouto helped her out of the blouse. Her already unclasped lacy white bra was falling down her lithe pale shoulders, exposing the top part of her round breasts. Momo's chest rose up and down as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.
"This one's seems fancy." He said, stating simply a fact.
Momo replied between breaths, "I bought it yesterday."
His eyes met hers and then went back to her modest chest. Shouto slowly pulled down the bra straps. Momo anchored herself on her elbows, leaning into the sofa. She shivered as the cool air hit her feverishly hot exposed chest. Shouto bent down and took her left breast into his mouth, while his hand fondled and groped the other.
Her nipples hardened as his dexterous tongue flicked back and forth. Her legs find his back and their cores press against each other. Shouto roughly squeezed her other breast, and she panted out, moaning in his ear.
Her other breast received the same treatment. Momo's head fell back in bliss, she felt hot everywhere, and a few airy moans escaped her mouth. By this point, she didn't even care if anyone walked in on them she'll find someone with a quirk who could erase memories.
Shouto pinched her nipple once again, earning another hiss from Momo. After a few minutes of his ministrations, Shouto began to play with the waistband of her skirt.
From her anchored position Momo nodded desperately. She lifted her hips, and his fingers hooked under the waistband and he pulled her skirt and underwear down simultaneously.
Momo was left in only her white stockings. Todoroki was like a predator as he loomed over Momo, waiting to devour his prey.
Shouto began to press kisses onto her skin. He started from her décolletage to her hip bone until he reached her thighs. Momo was impatient, yet he continued taking his time. Shouto looked at the painting displayed beneath him. Momo was a panting mess, her black hair was scattered across her wet chest that rose with every breath and glistened with sweat and saliva.
Shouto parted her legs and positioned himself near her inner thighs. His fingers dug into her soft skin, he kneaded her supple thighs. She groaned at his caresses and strokes. Momo whined when she could feel his fingers just inches away from her delicates. She could feel herself leaking with arousal at his teasing.
"Please," Momo whined.
His left hand settled near her inner thigh and finally, his index finger ran up her warm wet slit slowly. Momo shut her eyes, and her head fell back. His finger wandered, running up and down slowly. Momo gripped the wool couch as she panted.
Shouto's index finger once again ran up her slit, this time with more curiosity. He took his time exploring her.
"More," Momo pleaded. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows were furrowed with pleasure.
Shouto listened and after a few more seconds of rubbing. His middle finger dipped inside, he watched Momo's expression. There was little resistance when he pushed forward. Her eyebrows were knitted together as his digit disappeared inside of her.
Shouto watched with fascination at her reactions. Shouto pulled his finger out slowly. Momo whined at the loss of contact. He popped two fingers in his mouth to lubricate them and both of his fingers entered her. Shouto already loved the way her face contorted with the pleasure that was caused by his fingers.
"Faster." She begged.
Shouto obeyed, his finger thrusts picked up in speed. At this point, Momo was writhing beneath him. She gripped the tufted couch below her. She called out his name between breaths and moans.
His thumb began to stimulate her clit. Momo's hips bucked and she cried out into the night, she was shaking. Her legs closed in on his arm, but he prevented her by using his elbows.
Shouto leaned down to kiss her, their lips crashed hastily. Her arms instinctively snaked around his back. Momo's nails clawed at his back and pulled at his blond hair. She desperately cried into his mouth.
His fingers curled in a 'come-hither' motion, and with that her vision blurred into white and her thighs were trembling. Pleasure rippled through her entire body in a wave of ecstasy. Momo's hands tugged at his hair, pulling on the curly strands.
"That was fast." Shouto breathed.
Momo slowly nodded, her head settled near his neck as she still recovered from her climax. Momo stared into his eyes, and the moonlight shining in from the window sculpted the image of someone she secretly loved. His cheeks were flushed, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust, and his red and white curly hair was disheveled from her hands weaving and pulling on his hair.
Todoroki released his hand once she stopped shaking and Momo sighed at the emptiness. Without thinking, she grabbed his hand and she took his fingers slick with her fluids into her mouth.
Her tongue danced around his fingers as she tasted herself. Momo made eye contact with Shouto as she edged him on. He was visibly flustered by her teasing, and she couldn't help but giggle. His fingers suddenly went deeper. She squirmed underneath him and suppressed a gag.
His fingers left her mouth and their lips crashed. The kiss was frantic and desperate. As if it were an instinct she tugged on the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Momo straddled him and her hand grabbed at his groin. His own hands then gripped at her thighs, his nails dug into her smooth legs.
"What do you want?" She asked in a husky tone.
"Suck me off." He replied. He was embarrassed to say that.
Momo pulled him in for a kiss again, gripping at his defined jaw. Their teeth crashed awkwardly but they quickly recovered. She tilted his head back for more access. Their tongues danced with each other. Shouto groaned into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed all the noises he made.
Her left hand caressed around his chiseled body, she gripped at his shoulder. While right hand traveled to his crotch and she slid her hands over his clad length. A guttural sound came from him and she'd decided to use her mouth for another use.
Momo broke the kiss and pushed Shouto against the couch. She dropped to her knees on the cold hardwood floor. His breathing had become ragged as her hands palmed over his clothed erection. Momo teased him by pulling and twirling on the drawstrings of his gray sweatpants.
Drool trickled from her mouth as she looked up at him through her long brown eyelashes. There was hunger in her eyes and there was lust in his eyes. The back of her right hand came up to wipe her pink kiss-swollen lips. Her hands ran up and down his legs. Shouto helped her pull down his pants. She lazily threw the article of clothing haphazardly over her shoulder.
Momo held his length in her hands. She slowly stroked him, coating all of his dick with precum and he was groaning. Her hands started at the bottom of his shaft and made their slow ascent up to the tip. She repeated the motion a few times.
She started from the bottom and she gave his shaft a long wet lick. Momo licked her lips and inhaled. Finally, his growing erection was in her mouth.
Shouto jolted at the sensation of her wet tongue against his length. Momo was slow at the beginning. Her tongue swirled around his dick. She moaned, and his hand found her head, and his fingers lightly scraped her scalp. He guided his length further into her mouth. Her other hand massaged what she couldn't fit into her mouth.
"You're taking me so well." Shouto said from above.
Momo looked up at him with her bedroom eyes, trying her best to nod. He showered her with praises and moans which only served to turn her on.
Her head is tipped back so he can slide deep inside. Momo's eyes prickle with tears and they spill along her cheek. Shouto's hand traced the path of her tears along her cheeks to her jaw.
Momo stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Shouto took in the tears that stained her face and her puffy lips that were coated with saliva and precum. Her hands massaged him rapidly before she took him into her mouth again. Her head was bobbing up and down, his length was far into her mouth. With his hand in her hair, it took only a few mere seconds for him to finish in her mouth.
Momo's mouth filled with cum and she licked it all up. As if it were her favorite meal ever. The white-clearish liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. She used her finger and tasted him, making sure to make obscene noises.
Shouto urged her back up to the couch and she quickly obliged. His hands slid up and down the curves of her body as their lips hastily reconnected.
He thought that was the end of their activities for the night, his breathing was taking a while to recover. But he could see Momo fidgeting as their mouths met each other for what could have been the hundredth time that night.
Although he'd just finished, he could feel himself getting hard once again as her hand reached back down to stroke him. He jittered as he was still sensitive.
"Hurry up Shouto, I'm waiting," Momo whined impatiently.
Their eye contact seared him alive as Momo looked disheveled and desperate. Her thighs rubbed together slightly as he continued to rub his hands up and down her body.
He looked at her long pale legs he wanted to sink his teeth into. Up to the curve of her ass that was all up on display for him.
Wanting to wait no further Momo handed him a condom that she made a few seconds ago.
When he turned back around Momo was sprawled against the couch, her legs open and inviting, her dark hair fanned around her. The sweat that stuck to her skin made her body shine against the light coming from the night light.
Shouto's left hand settled on her hip, and his right hand slid his dick up and down her entrance. Her hand covered her mouth as she stifled a loud moan. Momo could feel his tip making its way inside, and they groaned at their union.
Shouto stayed still for only a few seconds, he waited for her to adapt to his size. But Momo had already started rocking her hips back and forth desperately creating any friction she could.
He bottomed out completely before pushing himself inside with no resistance. Once he's settled on a pace, her breasts bounce with every snap of their hips. Momo was practically seeing stars with how fast and deep he was going.
His length fit inside perfectly like a puzzle piece, she was tight, warm, and wet. Her walls clenched around his cock. Shouto's hand rested near her stomach, pressing down ever so slightly.
Momo moaned as his hand then traveled down to her clit to stimulate her further. Her head fell back but he continued to thrust into her mercilessly.
"Oh, don't stop." She pleaded.
His fingers rubbed in light circles, his rhythm slowed down. Momo cried out with the intense pleasure that was coiling up in her lower stomach, threatening to snap at any moment.
Shouto continued, he slowed down for an instant as he took the time to admire the way Momo was crying his name out begging for her release. His pace quickly recovered, Shouto longed to see her come undone by him and only him.
Pleasure sparked through her entire body, stars glittering behind her eyes. Momo was trembling beneath Shouto, her nails scratching at his back. She's practically yelling his name for the entire world to hear.
After a few more controlled thrusts, Shouto felt the waves of pleasure that he easily gets enveloped in. Momo's thighs are still quivering as he finishes.
Shouto collapsed on top of Momo and he could feel her chest quickly rising up and down as she recovered from their exhausting and pleasuring activities. He too was breathing heavily.
Momo stared into his eyes, his pupils were dilated. He too was breathing heavily. Her hands dove into his hair and she pulled him closer to cuddle. Shouto's cold hands traveled to her exposed back. He tugged her closer to his chest.
After a bit of shuffling around, his hands were stroking her black hair lovingly. Slowly, Momo felt herself being lulled to sleep by the sound of their hearts beating together.
Before she could fall into the arms of sleep, Shouto gathered their belongings and helped her up to the bathroom, and he helped her brush her teeth. And quietly brought her back to her room
The sheets rustled as Shouto tucked her in for the night. Their lips connected for the last time that night. The last thing she saw was him smiling back at her.