Kai's POV
I woke to soft light filtering through the curtains.
The storm had passed overnight, leaving behind a gray morning and the smell of rain. Momo was still pressed against my side, her breathing slow and even.
I watched her sleep for a moment. Without the composed mask she wore during the day, she looked younger. More vulnerable. Her hair had come loose during the night, dark strands spread across the pillow.
She stirred, her eyes fluttering open.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning." She stretched, then seemed to realize where she was. A blush crept across her cheeks. "You stayed."
"I promised I would."
"I know. I just..." She smiled shyly. "I half expected to wake up and find it was all a dream."
"Not a dream."
"No." She reached up and touched my face. "Definitely not a dream."
We lay there for a while, neither wanting to break the moment.
"What time is it?" she asked eventually.
I checked my phone. "Almost eight."
"We should get up. People will notice if we're both missing from breakfast."
"Let them notice."
"Kai." She swatted my chest. "I'm serious. I'm not ready for everyone to know about... whatever this is."
"Fair enough."
But neither of us moved.
"Five more minutes," she said, snuggling closer.
"Five more minutes."
Five minutes turned into thirty.
We talked. About nothing important. Small things, comfortable things. Her favorite books. My training routine. The way Bakugo yelled at everyone constantly.
"He's actually quite skilled," Momo said. "Despite his personality."
"Skill doesn't excuse being an asshole."
"No. But it explains why people tolerate him."
I traced patterns on her arm absently. She shivered at the touch.
"That tickles."
"Want me to stop?"
"No." She moved closer. "I like it when you touch me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Her voice dropped. "I've been thinking about it. Since we kissed in the hospital. Wondering what it would feel like to have your hands on me. All of me."
My pulse quickened.
"Momo..."
"Is that strange?" She looked up at me. "To want something so badly when you've never experienced it?"
"Not strange at all."
"I've read about it. Watched things." Her blush deepened. "But I imagine the reality is different."
"It is."
"Will you show me?"
The question hung in the air.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "We can take our time. There's no rush."
"I know. But I want to." She sat up, the blanket falling away. She was still in yesterday's clothes, rumpled from sleep. "I've spent my whole life being patient. Being careful. Waiting for the right moment."
"And now?"
"Now I'm tired of waiting." She met my eyes. "I want you, Kai. I've never been more certain of anything."
I sat up and faced her.
"If we do this," I said, "we go at your pace. Anything you don't like, anything that makes you uncomfortable, we stop. No questions asked."
"Okay."
"I mean it, Momo. Your first time should be about what you want, not what you think I expect."
"I know." She reached out and took my hand. "That's why I want it to be with you."
"Why?"
"Because you care about my experience. Because you're honest with me." She smiled. "Because I trust you."
I lifted her hand and kissed her palm.
"Then we'll take it slow."
I started with her hand.
Kissing each fingertip. The center of her palm. The inside of her wrist, where her pulse fluttered.
She watched with wide eyes.
"You're gentle," she whispered.
"Should I not be?"
"No, I just..." She swallowed. "I expected it to be more... aggressive?"
"Is that what you want?"
"I don't know what I want. I've never done this before."
"Then let's figure it out together."
I moved up her arm. Kissing, nibbling, trailing my lips across her skin. She shivered, goosebumps rising in my wake.
"That feels nice."
"Just nice?"
"Better than nice." Her breath caught as I reached her shoulder. "Much better."
I pulled back to look at her.
"Can I take this off?" I tugged at the hem of her shirt.
She nodded, then raised her arms.
I pulled the shirt over her head slowly, revealing her body inch by inch. She was wearing a simple white bra underneath. Nothing fancy. Somehow that made it more intimate.
"You're beautiful," I said.
"You don't have to say that."
"I'm not saying it because I have to. I'm saying it because it's true."
She blushed but didn't look away.
"Your turn," she said quietly.
I pulled off my own shirt. Her eyes roamed over my chest, my abs, the definition I'd built through months of training.
"Oh." She reached out hesitantly. "Can I...?"
"Touch me however you want."
Her fingers traced across my chest. Light, exploratory. Learning the texture of my skin, the shape of my muscles.
"You're so warm," she murmured.
"That's the essence absorption. It runs hot."
"I like it."
Her hands grew bolder, sliding across my stomach, up to my shoulders. I let her explore, staying still, letting her set the pace.
"This is nice," she said. "I thought I'd be more nervous."
"You're not nervous?"
"I am. But it's... a good nervous? Like anticipation." She met my eyes. "Does that make sense?"
"Perfect sense."
I guided her back onto the bed.
Hovered over her, careful not to put my weight on her. She looked up at me, hair spread across the pillow, cheeks flushed.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hi."
I kissed her. Soft at first, then deeper. She responded eagerly, her hands finding the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
My hand traced down her side. Over the curve of her hip. Back up to her stomach.
She squirmed.
"Ticklish?"
"A little."
I filed that away for later.
My fingers found the edge of her bra. I traced along it, not moving underneath, just teasing.
"Kai..."
"Yes?"
"You can... if you want..."
"I want you to tell me. Say it."
She swallowed hard.
"Touch me. Please."
I reached behind her and unclasped the bra.
She helped me slide it off, then immediately covered herself with her arms. Embarrassed.
"Hey." I gently moved her arms aside. "Don't hide from me."
"Sorry. Instinct."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." I looked at her properly. Full breasts, perfect shape, pink nipples already hardening from the cool air. "God, Momo. You're incredible."
"Really?"
"Really."
I cupped one breast gently. She gasped.
"Okay?"
"Yes. Just... sensitive."
I brushed my thumb across her nipple. She arched into the touch.
"Oh..."
"Like that?"
"Yes. More. Please."
I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth.
Momo's POV
The sensation was overwhelming.
His mouth on my breast, warm and wet. His tongue circling, teasing. I'd touched myself before, experimented in private moments, but this was entirely different.
"Kai," I gasped.
He didn't stop. Switched to my other breast, giving it the same attention. His hand continued working the first one, thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple.
Heat pooled between my legs. A throbbing I'd never felt so intensely.
"I feel strange," I managed.
He lifted his head. "Bad strange?"
"No. Good strange. Like..." I struggled for words. "Like something's building."
"That's arousal. It's supposed to feel like that."
"Is it always this intense?"
"It can be." He kissed my collarbone. "Especially the first time."
"I want more."
"Then you'll get more."
Kai's POV
I kissed down her stomach.
She trembled beneath me, anticipation and nervousness mixing together. Her hands clutched the sheets.
I reached the waistband of her skirt.
"Can I?"
"Yes."
I unzipped it slowly. Pulled it down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear. Simple white cotton, matching the bra.
"I should have worn something nicer," she said, embarrassed.
"You're perfect."
I kissed her hip. The inside of her thigh. She jumped.
"Sensitive there?"
"Very."
I filed that away too.
My fingers hooked into her underwear.
"Still okay?"
"Still okay."
I pulled them down.
She was beautiful everywhere.
A neat patch of dark hair between her legs. Pink lips, already glistening with arousal. She was wet.
"Don't stare," she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.
"I can't help it." I kissed her inner thigh. "You're gorgeous."
"No one's ever seen me like this."
"I know. Thank you for trusting me."
I spread her legs gently. She let me, though her thighs trembled.
"I'm going to touch you now," I said. "Tell me if anything feels wrong."
"Okay."
I ran one finger along her slit.
She moaned.
Momo's POV
The touch sent electricity through my entire body.
Just one finger, barely any pressure, but it felt like every nerve ending had come alive.
"More," I begged.
He obliged. His finger found my entrance, circling gently. Then higher, to a spot that made me see stars.
"There," I gasped. "Right there."
"Your clit." He rubbed small circles. "Most of your pleasure comes from here."
"I know. I've read about it. But feeling it is..." I trailed off into a moan.
"Different?"
"So much different."
He increased the pressure slightly. I arched off the bed.
Something strange happened.
A small metal object materialized on my stomach. A spoon.
We both stared at it.
"Did you just...?" Kai started.
"My quirk." I covered my face in mortification. "It activates when I lose concentration. I'm so sorry."
He laughed. Not mockingly. Genuinely amused.
"That's adorable."
"It's embarrassing!"
"It's natural." He picked up the spoon and set it aside. "Your quirk responds to intense emotion. This is intense."
"But a spoon? Of all things?"
"Could have been worse. Could have been something sharp."
I groaned. "Please don't remind me of that possibility."
Kai's POV
Her embarrassment was endearing.
"Hey." I kissed her stomach. "It's fine. Really. If anything, it means I'm doing something right."
"That's one way to look at it."
"Want to continue? Or do you need a moment?"
She took a breath. Steadied herself.
"Continue. Please."
I returned my attention between her legs.
This time, I used my mouth.
Momo's POV
I nearly screamed.
His tongue on my most sensitive area was unlike anything I'd imagined. Hot and wet and devastatingly skilled.
"Oh god," I whimpered. "Oh god, Kai..."
He licked and sucked, exploring every fold. His hands held my hips steady as I writhed.
The building sensation from before intensified. Pressure coiling tighter and tighter.
"Something's happening," I gasped. "I think I'm going to..."
He didn't stop. If anything, he increased his efforts.
The coil snapped.
Kai's POV
She came with a cry, her whole body shaking.
Her thighs clamped around my head. Her back arched off the bed. Multiple objects materialized and fell around us. A book, a teacup, what looked like a small clock.
I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided.
When she finally went limp, she was gasping for air.
"That was..." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"Good?"
"Incredible." She looked at me with hazy eyes. "Is it always like that?"
"It can be. Especially with someone who pays attention."
"I made things again, didn't I?"
I looked at the objects scattered across the bed.
"A few things. No spoons this time though."
She laughed weakly. "Small victories."
I crawled up beside her, brushing hair from her face.
"How do you feel?"
"Boneless." She smiled. "Like I could melt into this mattress and never move again."
"We can stop here if you want."
"No." She turned to face me. "I want more. I want everything."
"Are you sure? Your first time might be uncomfortable."
"I know. I've researched it." She reached for me, her hand finding my chest. "But I trust you to be gentle."
"Always."
She looked down, suddenly shy.
"Can I... see you?"
"See me?"
"All of you."
I stood and removed my pants. Then my underwear.
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh." She stared. "It's... bigger than I expected."
"Is that a problem?"
"No. I just..." She swallowed. "Will it fit?"
"We'll go slow. Make sure you're ready." I rejoined her on the bed. "If it hurts too much, we stop."
"Okay." She took a breath. "Okay. I'm ready."
I positioned myself between her legs.
She was still wet from before, but I took my time anyway. Rubbing the head of my cock against her entrance, letting her get used to the sensation.
"Tell me when," I said.
She nodded, her jaw tight with anticipation.
"Now. Please."
I pushed forward.