Ryuu stood outside Momo's door on Sunday evening, his hand raised to knock.
He'd been cleared from the hospital that morning, Recovery Girl's final instructions still echoing: *Rest. Emotional support. No strenuous activity.*
But he knocked anyway.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The door opened almost immediately.
"Ryuu." Momo's voice was soft, warm, with an undercurrent of nervousness. "P-please, come in."
And that's when he really 'saw' her.
Momo wore an elegant black dress that hugged her figure in ways that made his breath catch.
The fabric was some kind of blend that shimmered softly in her room's warm lighting, clinging to every curve...it even exposed the side of her abdomen...
The neckline was modest but the dress itself was... not.
It wrapped around her waist, emphasizing the elegant curve from her ribcage down to her hips.
Every slight movement made the fabric shift, drawing attention to how small her waist was compared to the generous swell of her hips below.
When she turned to close the door, Ryuu's eyes followed the line of the dress down to her ass. The fabric draped perfectly over the round curves, and he could see the slight jiggle as she moved.
Fuck.
"Would you like some tea?" Momo asked, walking toward her desk where a delicate tea set waited.
Each step made her hips sway naturally, the dress moving with her body in a way that was completely unintentional but absolutely mesmerizing.
Her long dark hair flowed down her back in loose waves, and he caught the scent of jasmine.
"Tea sounds perfect," he managed, trying not to stare as she bent slightly to pour, the dress tightening across her ass and thighs.
Her room was exactly what he'd expected...immaculate but warm.
Fairy lights strung along the ceiling cast a gentle glow, soft music played from hidden speakers.
Books lined the shelves in perfect order, but personal touches softened the space.
They settled on her bed...the only real seating option besides her desk chair.
Momo sat cross-legged, and Ryuu tried very hard not to notice how the dress rode up slightly on her thighs.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, her dark eyes searching his face with genuine concern. "Physically, I mean."
"Better. My quirk is well...." He took a sip of tea. "Still rebuilding."
"That aligns with muscle recovery theory," she said, her analytical mind engaging. "Tissue repairs after injury can develop increased density if properly supported." She paused. "And emotionally?"
"Honestly? I've been feeling disconnected. Like I'm watching my life through glass."
Her expression softened. She set her teacup aside and reached for his hands. "Dissociation. It's a common trauma response."
"Knowing doesn't make it better."
"No," she agreed quietly. "It doesn't."
Silence settled between them, comfortable despite the tension building underneath.
"I want to be close to you," Momo said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Really close. To be honest...when that villain attacked...I thought—" Her voice broke slightly. "I thought I might never get the chance."
The raw honesty in her voice made something crack in his chest. "Momo..."
She met his eyes, and he could see her cheeks flushing.
Instead of answering with words, he leaned forward and kissed her.
It started gentle...a soft press of lips, tender. But the emotion behind it was overwhelming. Everything he'd been holding back came flooding through.
Momo made a soft sound against his mouth—"Mmh~"—and kissed him back with equal intensity.
Her hands released his to slide up his chest, around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as a breathless whimper escaped her. "Ryuu... ah~"
When they broke apart, both were breathing hard.
"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her face.
"I'm sure." Her cheeks went crimson. "Though I should mention... I've been researching."
"Researching?"
Her face went even redder. "The... mechanics. Theory versus practice. Optimal techniques for..." She trailed off, unable to finish.
Ryuu felt heat pool in his stomach. "For what?"
"For female pleasure," she whispered, pressing her palm against her exposed stomach. There was a soft glow as her quirk activated.
What she produced made his breath catch.
It was elegant, perfectly crafted....it was a sleek vibrator in soft pink, that a slight curve. She held it in trembling hands, unable to meet his eyes.
"I researched the optimal specifications," she continued in a rush. "Size, shape, vibration patterns, material composition for maximum stimulation while maintaining comfort..." She finally looked up at him. "I wanted to understand what would be most... effective."
The combination of her approach and shy vulnerability was incredibly arousing.
"It's perfect," he said honestly. "You're perfect."
Relief flooded her flushed face, her lips parting in a soft sigh. "I wasn't sure if you'd think it was too forward— mmh~!"
He silenced her with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue pushing past her lips to claim her mouth completely.
When they finally parted, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips before breaking.
He traced her flushed cheek with his thumb, wiping away the dampness at the corner of her mouth. "I think it's incredible that you want to explore this with me," he murmured, his voice husky as Momo's tongue darted out to wet her kiss-swollen lips.
"T-there's one more thing," Momo said nervously. "I... I trust your judgment. So you can... stick it up wherever you feel like it."
The words, so formal yet so suggestive, made his cock twitch in his pants.
"Wherever I want?" he asked, his voice dropping lower.
She nodded, her blush spreading down her neck to her chest. "I trust you."
Slowly Ryuu stood and offered his hand. "Then let's start with getting you out of this dress."
Momo took his hand, rising gracefully. The movement made her breasts shift beneath the fabric, which made him swallow hard.
He moved behind her, his fingers finding the delicate zipper at the back of her dress. The heat radiating from her body made his hands tremble slightly. "May I?"
"Yes~" she breathed, her voice already thick with anticipation.
The zipper came down agonizingly slowly, the metallic *zzzzip* the only sound besides their heavy breathing.
Each inch revealed more pale, flawless skin that seemed to glow in the soft lighting. He traced his fingertips along the path of exposed flesh, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
"Ah~ Ryuu..." she whimpered softly.
She wore a black lace bra underneath....a delicate, barely-there fabric that cupped her full milky mounds perfectly.
The contrast of dark lace against porcelain skin made his mouth go dry, even his little brother hardened further in his pants.
When the dress pooled at her waist, he could see the elegant curve of her spine, each vertebra visible as she arched slightly.
Her waist dipped in dramatically before flaring out to those wide, perfect hips.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her bare shoulder.
His tongue traced her collarbone, tasting the faint salt of her skin mixed with jasmine.
Momo shivered at the contact, goosebumps rising across her exposed skin. "The sensation is remarkably intense~ ah..." she said softly, her voice already breathy despite her analytical nature showing even now. "I understand why physical touch is so integral to intimate— mmh~"
He smiled against her skin, his lips curving into a grin. "Still analyzing?"
"I can't help it," she admitted, her words punctuated by soft pants.
Then gasped sharply as he kissed down her spine, his tongue tracing each vertebra. "Oh~ oh god... that's... ah~ more effective than I anticipated..."
His large hands found her narrow waist, fingers spanning almost entirely around her as he felt the expensive silk bunched there.
The fabric was warm from her body heat, slightly damp with sweat. Slowly, he pushed it down over the generous swell of her hips.
The dress clung briefly to the perfect curve of her ass...the way it's so round, full cheeks that filled his palms perfectly when the fabric finally released its hold.
Her gown whispered down her trembling thighs before pooling at her feet like liquid shadow.
"Ryuu~ I feel so... exposed..." she whimpered, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into her hands, the blush spreading down her back.
The sight of her in just her black lace underwear made his breath catch in his throat, his little brother at this point was throbbing painfully against his zipper.
Her breasts were full and perfect, the creamy flesh threatening to spill out of the delicate bra with each shaky breath she took.
The matching panties hugged her wide hips, the thin fabric barely covering anything.
And there, right at her center, he could see a small damp spot forming...growing wetter as he watched.
"Your turn," Momo said shyly, her dark eyes flickering with nervous desire as she reached for his shirt with trembling fingers.
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Author's Note: 4 papers down.