Thread by @BlueFlamedHell

#todomomo , #shotomomo
Cw// underage 

Summary: Momo helps Shoto with quirk training 😉🔞

Temperature play, vaginal fingering, object insertion, almost getting caught, edging, possessive Shoto, dominant Shoto, submissive Momo, pet names

Shoto is such a tease. One finger pushes in and out of Momo’s dripping hole at a leisurely pace. His left middle finger is warmed enough for her to feel the heat but not enough to burn her. His other hand is as cold as ice as it lightly brushes against her blushing clit.

Every feather-like touch makes her squirm. Her body couldn’t decide if it wants to run away from the cold or chase after the stimulation she so desperately craves.

He loves seeing her like this.

Her thighs tremble, and her back arches with every movement. She is a sight to behold. Her eyes are screwed shut, and her lip quivers as she tries to keep quiet. They can’t get caught. It is an hour after lights out, and Aizawa-sensei is a real glutton for punishment.

As Shoto slips his finger out, Momo can’t stop the whine that escapes her.

“Shh,” he whispers, kissing the inside of her thigh. He watches the shaky rise and fall of her chest. An idea strikes him, and he smirks. “Pull your hood up.”

“W-what?” Her voice shakes. He’s been edging her for 10 minutes, and her mind is stuck in a lust-filled fog because of it.

Shoto leans forward to help her. As he pulls the hoodie up and over her chest, his eyes devour her soft figure. Her stretch marks and rolls make his chest ache with desire.

“Keep this in your mouth.” He brings the hood up to her lips. “It will help muffle the sound.”

Momo blushes and nods. She is wearing one of the few hoodies Shoto owns, and /damn/, does she look good in it.

He kisses and nibbles at her soft tummy until he reaches her chest. Her purplish-brown nipples perk up at him through the lace of her bra. He gives them each a kiss, too, before bringing his hands down to play with them.

The dual sensation of hot and cold is only mildly muffled by the lace. She arches into his touch and moans into his hood.

He chuckles and traces the pattern of the lace before slipping under the fabric to lightly cup her chest.

Her hands desperately clutch his thighs, leaving red crescent marks. He bites his lip and lightly pinches her nipples. Her eyes roll back, and she moans obscenely. 

“So sensitive,” he whispers with a smile.

Momo pouts in response. Her hips buck upward, trying to find something to relieve her neglected clit. Shoto brings his hot left hand back down and gathers some of the slick from her folds to use as lube to rub her clit in time with the freezing hand at her nipples.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers around his hoodie. The fabric darkens from her drool. Her hips rock into his hand, chasing after the pleasure that he’s denied her.

He moves his hand lower, circling her hole. She’s so wet as he slips his finger in. Her walls tighten against the intrusion, but when he tries to pull out, her legs snap shut, holding him in place.

“Please,” she begs. God, she needs to be filled.

He slowly thrusts in and out of her again until she is desperate for more. She couldn’t form words if she tried. Every thrust shakes her to her core, making her moan without permission. 

“Need another?”

She squeezes his thighs and bucks against him.

“Use your words, Babygirl.”

“/Ah/! Fuck, please!”

“Good girl,” Shoto praises with a small adoring smile. 

He adds another hot thick finger, and her greedy pussy sucks his fingers right back in with ease. He aches to be inside her, but they didn’t agree to that.

“Can I?” he awkwardly motioned to the obvious tent in his pants. Momo’s eyes widen, and she gulps. Her hands fly to her face to try to hide how red she is.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Neither do I. I think I’d melt it anyway.” He shrugs, not looking at her. “I won’t penetrate you. I just need something, ya know?”

“Yeah.” God, she knew the feeling.

Shoto leans on his knees and pulls down his sweatpants. His cock springs free with excitement. Her mouth waters at the sight. He’s thick with bulging veins. His tip is shiny with pre-cum. 

“Spread your folds for me.”

Momo feels exposed as she holds the most intimate part of herself open for him to do whatever he wants to her. The thought is both terrifying and thrilling.

He bites his lip and strokes himself a few times. His eyes fall shut as he rocks into his hand. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t get the temperature of his hand as perfect as the warmth of her pussy. Precum drips down his cock onto his hand.

The sound of her slick being used as lube makes the tips of her ears red. He grips himself at the base as his chest rises and falls.

“/Fuck/, sorry,” he says, breathlessly. “I’m trying not to cum.” 

“It’s okay. You can cum if you need to.”

He squints his eyes open, shaking his head.

“You first,” he says, like a true gentleman. Her hole drools at the thought. Instead of wiping his hand off on his sheets or his pants like anyone else would, he brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks off their combined juices.

She half gasps, half moans in surprise. What would his tongue feel like? Would it be hot and tempting, or would it be chilled and teasing like his fingers were?

Momo snaps out of her fantasy when she feels something thick and cold up against her hole. She yelps and jerks back, but he holds her in place with his other hand. She pants heavily as whatever the object is stretches her open and freezes her from the inside out.

Goosebumps rise on her legs as they try to snap shut again.

“It’s only an inch thick and long,” he teases. “I think you can take it.”

“Wha- what is that?”

“I made an ice cube. It’s not too cold is it?”

“God, /fuck/, ah!” she whimpers. “It’s so cold! Oh my god, it’s so cold.”

She scrambles to cover herself. “Holy shit!” Her mouth falls open. “I can feel it melting.”

“Well, yeah,” he snorts. “You’re quite a bit warmer.” 

“Fuck off!” she gasps.

He looks down at where the cube has plugged her open. Water drips down her folds and through her fingers, forming a growing puddle around her.

It’s not hard for her to pretend it’s his cum leaking out of her instead. She adjusts her grip on herself so she can rub her aching clit. She badly needs something to take the edge off. Her eyes roll back, and a breathy moan leaves her.

She hears something close to a growl before her hands are forced away from her throbbing clit.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission, understand?” His face is only inches from hers. Steam floats off of his left side. His dick rests on top of her pussy as he traps her underneath him. 

“Yes-”

Shoto cuts her off with a searing kiss.

They lick and bite at each other like rivals. Like they are doing something wrong, but it feels so right. Maybe they are, but at this moment, none of that matters. All that they know is how good it feels rubbing against each other, creating the most intoxicating friction.

With Shoto’s tongue in her mouth, Momo feels like she might drown in pleasure. His grip on her wrist is bruising. There is no doubt that she will have to try to hide the marks later, but that’s a problem for another time.

As their orgasms build, Shoto hears footsteps in the hallway. He freezes for a moment. His eyes wide, staring down at Momo, who has the same panicked look. 

“Sh,” he presses his finger to his mouth and then covers her lips with his hand. “If you are quiet, I’ll let you cum.”

She nods, her eyes desperate. He rolls his hips against hers, finding a pace that works for them both. The tip of his dick catches against her clit, making her shudder in pleasure.

With every step closer to their door, they both tip-toe the edge of orgasm. Momo’s legs tremble, and her toes curl as she rolls her hips against Shoto’s throbbing cock. Her orgasm hits her suddenly like a flash of cold water as the footsteps stop at the door.

Shoto bites her shoulder to keep himself from crying out as he paints her stomach and folds with hot cum. It burns her like hot wax, and she jerks away, but Shoto pins her in place as he continues to roll his hips until he has nothing left.

When he lifts his head, his eyes are glazed over with post-orgasm bliss. Half of his face is flushed red and steaming, while the other half has a thin layer of ice. She smiles at him and cups his cold cheek in her hand before leaning up to kiss him softly.

His thumbs rub calming circles into her hips as they listen to the footsteps become fainter and fainter until there is nothing other than their ragged breathing.

“Thanks,” he whispers against her lips.

“For what?”

“The training.” He pulls back, licking his lips to savor the taste of her on his tongue.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” She looks away, tucking her messy hair behind her ear and pulling his hoodie back down to cover as much of herself as she can.

“Think I could still use some practice though,” he quickly adds.

Momo’s eyes snap back to him before a small, shy smile adorns her face. “Practice makes perfect.” She cringes at her shitty comeback, but he doesn’t seem to notice. 

“Tutoring session again tomorrow?”

“Sure.” She watches him grab his clothes and ignores the pit in her stomach. They say their goodbyes, and as the door shuts, she buries her face in her pillow. She can’t believe she actually fucked Todoroki. God, he’s so handsome and sweet.

Momo curls into a ball and presses her face into her hoodie- wait, /his/ hoodie. He left it for her. A goofy smile creeps onto her face. She falls asleep with dreams of what tomorrow night will hold. 

-End

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