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Momo entered her room. It had been an exhausting day. Aizawa had made the whole class get down and dirty in training. She wanted to eat something sweet to reward herself for working hard today. Momo got out of her sportswear and decided to take a shower before going to the common room. She quickly dried her hair, with little success, but at least she wasn’t leaving a trail of water drops behind anymore.
She threw on some random clothes from her chair. Feeling a little cold, she decided to put a pullover on, which, to her surprise, belonged to her secret lover, Jirou. She firmly pressed her nose into the fabric, inhaling the familiar smell of tea and detergent, with a hint of leather and chalk. Slipping it over her head, she tried not to get it wet. It fit perfectly, probably because this was one of Jirou’s favorite oversized hoodies.
Walking to the elevator, Momo thought about Jirou. She loved everything about her. She could play any instrument they laid their hands on and was always full of energy, even if they didn’t show it to everyone. Hearing the ping of the elevator, Momo got off and walked into the shared kitchen.
Bakugou and Uraraka were sitting together and brooding over math homework. Jirou and Mina were playing cards on the table whilst debating whether rock or punk music is better.
As soon as Jirou noticed Momo come in and what she was wearing, they blushed. But then she remembered that the rest of the class didn’t know they were dating. They quickly jumped up and headed over to Momo, who had been smiling at her, whilst opening the refrigerator to get out some of that ice cream she had been wanting all this time.
“Why are you wearing my hoodie out in public? Can you be any more obvious?” Jirou mouthed into Momo’s arms, as the latter pulled them into a tight hug.
“Of course I could be more obvious, my dear ~,” Momo said while stroking their jawline with her index finger and caressing their lip with her thumb.
Flustered, Jirou pulled away and went to talk to Mina again, whilst Momo laughed and helped herself to a serving of the now half-warm ice cream, and offered to help Bakugou and Uraraka with a complicated equation.
A loud gasp came from the other side of the room, as Mina jumped to her feet with wide-open eyes, whilst Jirou smirked and looked in Momo’s direction.
“How long? Please tell me this is not a joke, I’m so happy for you!” Mina asked, stunned, while trying to suppress the biggest grin.
Momo started quietly giggling because she couldn’t believe Jirou actually told Mina. Mina had been one of Jirou’s closest confidantes ever since they started school.
Jirou made an inviting hand gesture in Momo’s direction, as if they wanted Mina to test the theory personally. Mina started to walk over to Momo, but Momo had other plans.
Even though her muscles were tired, she jumped over the counter and, to everyone’s surprise, pulled Jirou into a passionate kiss.
Jirou fell harder than ever there. They had waited months to make this public but had never had the opportunity to do it.
Grinning sweetly Momo removed herself from Jirou’s embrace and proclaimed proudly: “They’re my girlfriend, suckers!”
When she saw the confused and horrified looks on everyone’s faces, she looked back at Jirou who looked proud.
“Was that not the right word for this context?” Momo whispered into her hands as she covered her now very red face.
Jirou laughed and assured Momo that the others just weren’t used to her speaking in such a slang manner.
After being questioned for what felt like an eternity, they finally were let go by their friends.
Momo asked if she could join Jirou in their room, so they could spend some more time alone together.
Once they arrived in Jirou’s room, Jirou plopped down on her bed. They lay down on their back while Momo locked the door, took off the sweater, and threw it on top of her lover. Jirou let it lay on top of her because she didn’t want to let Momo know how much they were blushing.
She only removed the jumper when they felt a weight on top of their thighs, and when she looked up, she saw that Momo was sitting on top of herslef, tying her hair up.
Giggling, Momo watched as her girlfriend squirmed underneath her while turning increasingly pink.
She lowered her head and whispered into Jirou’s ear: “You like that~?” Jirou stopped moving and stared into Momo’s eyes wantingly. She then lunged up at Momo’s face and pulled her into a kiss.
It was different from their usual, maybe it was because of the adrenaline that had been caused by the kitchen situation. Jirou enjoyed every second of it. They pulled away after a while to catch their breath.
Looking at Jirou beneath her, something awoke in Momo. Jirou looked so good, her chest rising and falling as they were trying to catch their breath.
Jirou watched as Momo’s eyes trailed down her body and wanted to desperately make her hands do the same.
Knowing that pained expression on Jirou’s face from having seen it already, before their first kiss, Momo smiled. She then put her hand on Jirou’s cheek and asked: “Want to go on?”
Instead of answering, Jirou grabbed Momo’s hand, took it off of her cheek, and instead reached for her phone. Putting on the playlist with all the songs they listened to together, she slipped back underneath Momo.
Using their jacks, Jirou tugged at Momo’s clothes and nudged her to get undressed.
Momo gladly completed that request, while also urging Jirou to do the same.
After a little while of making out, Momo finally had enough confidence to go a little lower. Her hands caressed Jirou’s nipples, and she felt the urge to do the same with her mouth.
Jirou made a satisfied sound at the sensation of a tongue gliding over her skin.
This only enticed Momo to do more, to be more adventurous. Letting her hand wander over to Jirou’s clit, she started circling it at a steady pace and enjoyed all the sounds Jirou was making. Her index finger plunged in and out of Jirou, who was positively shaking.
Arching their back, Jirou groaned with pleasure. She had never imagined that their first time would be like this. They had imagined themselves as the top but facing Momo, she didn’t mind it. She loved it actually.
Wantingly they pressed their lips against Momo’s, who was surprised at the sudden burst of energy from Jirou but reciprocated it gladly. Slowly she made her lips move down Jirou’s face and body until they made a louder sound than before. Momo stopped, out of fear of hurting Jirou.
Jirou was panting heavily and begged Momo to keep going, out of fear to lose the feeling they had accumulated.
Momo slowly resumed but was more careful than before.
Jirou was not satisfied with this and grabbed Momo’s face, looked her in the eyes, and used her puppy eyes to convince Momo to go on.
Momo could never say no when Jirou used that look. Restarting at the former pace, Momo asked herself what had happened before but then forgot about it as Jirou’s muscles spasmed around her fingers.
Jirou arched her back and let out a moan of pure relief and pleasure as she came. Pulling herself up, Jirou kissed Momo, who was confused, to say the least, but also relieved that her partner was all right.
“Thank you,” Jirou whispered into Momo's ear.
“What happened,” Momo asked with a quizzical expression.
Jirou's jaw dropped as they realized that Momo didn't know what an orgasm was. Laughing, she cursed herself out while Momo was still trying to make sense of the situation.
“Oh Momo, I fucking love you”