Chapter 0 - cheerleader

This was originally written in two parts, but I'm posting them both together here.

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Shoto only catches the tail end of the incident regarding his female classmates at the sports festival, and has so much on his mind at the time that it barely registers. Barely, but the memory is still there in his mind, and happens to pop up much, much later.
He doesn’t talk about the fact that he has a crush on Momo Yaoyorozu, both because he isn’t sure if he’s close enough with anyone to talk about things like that and because that’s just not the sort of conversation he’s used to having. But the fact remains that he does have a bit of a crush on her, even if he has no earthly idea what one is supposed to do about feelings like that, and the memory of her in a cheer costume comes back to haunt him not long after the two of them begin to get closer.

Suddenly, he closes his eyes and he sees her in that colorful costume with the short skirt and the tall socks, and he may not be familiar with how to act around someone he likes, but he’s definitely familiar with the feelings that overtake him. And it’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever felt this way about Yaoyorozu; she’s a very attractive girl, and he’s not the only person to notice that. Still, it’s the first time he’s felt this intensely over something so specific, and he knows that it’s that damn costume to blame.

But there’s nothing he can do about that, because he doesn’t feel like there’s anything he can do about his feelings for her in the first place. And even with they start to get quite a bit closer, and it becomes very clear that they’re headed towards something more, he still does what he can to keep any impure thoughts to a minimum. His upbringing has had little to do with relationships, and it’s not like he has anyone to look up to, in terms of romance, but he still knows enough about being a gentleman. He knows better than to look at her for too long or say anything that could be misconstrued, or let his mind wander too much when they're alone together.

And yet he kisses her one day anyway, without much idea of what prompts him to do it. He kisses her when they're alone together, and Yaoyorozu returns his kiss slowly but eagerly, and her hesitation is adorable. Everything about her is adorable, he starts to think, and all thoughts of being a gentleman go out the window so quickly that it’s almost as if they weren’t there to begin with. In his defense, she seems just as eager as he does, and if he were truly a gentleman, than he would have to give in to whatever she wanted, wouldn’t he?

Shoto really has no idea what he’s doing, and when they pull apart, her face is red and he’s sure that he is too as he glances off to the side. “Sorry if that’s...moving too fast. I haven’t even told you that I like you yet, have I?”

Her blush deepens as she mumbles, “I...like you as well, Todoroki.”

“You can use my first name, if you want to,” he replies, also mumbling.

“A-ah! Well, then, you can use mine if you want...Shoto.”

“Thank you...Momo.”

It takes them quite a bit to recover from that and get back on track, and yet, somehow things manage to escalate quite a bit farther than they should, and Shoto knows that he’s definitely taken things too far.

~X~

Any intimacy that follows is awkward and clumsy as they try to figure each other out. What starts as the two being too shy to make moves on one another ends in both of them searching for whatever moments they can get alone together. It's times like this that Shoto is reminded that, despite everything he's been through, he's still young, and still very susceptible to youthful desires, no matter how base they may be.

The image of Momo dressed as a cheerleader begins to plague his thoughts more and more often, during that time. He reminds himself again and again that it's not right to bring something like that up, regardless of how close they have become.

“If you’ve made something before, it’s easy to make it again,” he says one day, both knowing that he’s stating the obvious and knowing that he’s leading into the one thing he’s promised himself not to say.

“Yes, the more I work on something and the more I learn about it, the more it becomes like an afterthought to create,” she says, confusion written on her face. “Why are you asking that right now?”

“During the sports festival...you made those... outfits , didn’t you?”

Momo’s face goes a bright red as his words dawn on her, and Shoto wonders if it’s too late for him to backtrack, too late for him to get out of this even though a very large part of him desperately doesn’t want to. “Y-you mean those horrible costumes?” she asks, in a soft voice.

He nods, looking away and mumbling, “I didn’t think they were that horrible…”

“I...I’m not sure...you don’t mean…?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says. “If you hated it that much, please just forget I said anything.”

She actually goes so far as to cover her face with her hands, and he feels bad for even thinking about how cute that is right now, and she takes a moment before she says anything else. “I-I guess everyone has something that they’re into, right? And if it were for you...I wouldn’t mind wearing something like that again.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t ever ask you to do something you don’t like, so please…”

“No, like I said, if it’s for you…”

The two of them go back and forth like this for quite some time before they finally decide that it’ll be okay to try, even if it’s just this once, and Momo leaves the room, asking him to wait for her. When she returns, she’s staring at the floor with bright cheeks, and she’s decked out in the very same costume that’s haunted his memories, right down to the pom poms in her hands.

“I didn’t know if these were necessary, but I wanted to be safe and…” She pauses as she finally makes eye contact with him, noticing for the first time the way he’s gawking, the way his jaw has nearly hit the floor. “Wh-what is it?”

“You look amazing,” he says bluntly, a bit too bluntly, but he’s barely in his right mind anymore. After fantasizing this for longer than he’d care to admit, he’s pleasantly surprised that his imagination is nothing compared to seeing her like this in person. Her shyness regarding the outfit only makes it more appealing, and he wonders how the hell he’s let himself fall victim to his own desires like this. In the back of his mind, he knows he should be stronger than this, but it’s a little hard to do that with Momo looking like this.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I can do anything...in character, or at least, I don’t know if I can do it well.” She lifts the pom poms halfheartedly as if to illustrate her point, but Shoto rises without a word, closing the distance between them and pulling her into a kiss, and she drops them to the floor.

Really, it wasn’t necessary for her to make them at all, nor is it necessary for her to try any roleplay, because he’s past the point of being able to resist her like this, and the only thing he can think about is what he’s going to do to her now that he’s got her like this.

Turning her and pushing her back, he doesn’t break the kiss until he’s guided her to her bed and eased her onto her back. At the very least, they’ve gotten to this part many times, no matter how awkward those times may be, and he knows where to go from here.

“Shoto,” she breathes, looking even more embarrassed as she speaks. “I didn’t...I’m not…”

He pulls back and leans down between her legs, pushing up her skirt to confirm his suspicions about what she’s trying to say. She isn’t wearing anything at all under the costume and he swears he feels his heart stop for a second there. Momo squirms a bit, and he knows she must feel awkward with him just staring at her, so he leans his face forward and presses his tongue inside of her, earning a soft gasp.

He's still learning how best to do this, but she really seems to like it every time he does, so he always keeps it up. She moans softly as Shoto delves into her, trying to recall each movement that's driven her crazy in the past. He knows where she’s the most sensitive, and he traces his tongue along inside of her, teasing at her until he’s got her moaning uncontrollably, her stiff demeanor falling by the wayside as she gives in to him. All the while, he runs his hands up and down either leg, feeling the way the stocking hug the curves of her calves.

Sometimes, he finishes her off like this, and, though he’s sure that’s the polite thing to do, right now he’s very much past the point of being polite and he’s aching so much for her that he can’t wait any longer. He pulls back and stands up, and she lets out a soft cry of what might be disappointment at the loss of contact. But her disappointment doesn’t last long as he pushes her skirt up further and he positions himself, letting Momo wrap her legs around his waist as he sinks inside of her.

They both moan almost in perfect unison, both overwhelmed for a moment, just as they always are at this point. No matter how many times they do this, Shoto is always just as overwhelmed, and he knows that he’s doomed himself by ever allowing himself to learn what it is he was missing out on all this time. Now he knows he’ll never be able to get enough, of this or of her.

Momo looks up at him with the most enticing- and he wishes he could think of a better word but he can’t- look on her face, biting her lip as she gasps out, and she’s already so close just from before, which is lucky for him, because he knows he can’t last much longer. Not when she’s dressed like this, beneath him. He can feel the tops of her stockings rubbing against him where her legs are wrapped around him, and even that sensation alone is maddening enough to leave him on the edge, just barely holding back until he knows she’s satisfied.

The frantic pulse of her orgasm is, of course, too much for him to handle once she’s finally there, and he’s there with her so quickly that he doesn’t even have time to realize it’s happening. They moan in unison once again, and then he slumps over, just barely supporting himself on top of her as they both try to recover, breathless.

It’s not the first time they’ve done this, but it’s the first time they’ve done it like this , and Shoto wants to ashamed of how quickly he went, but he’s too blissed out to care right now. Even after they’ve begun to recover and straighten up, he’s in such a good mood that he even thinks of a joke.

“You know, I could wear it for you next time,” he says, and it’s only when he sees the look on her face that he realizes he sounded too serious. “I...that was a joke.”

“O-oh,” she replies. “Oh...well, I...wouldn’t have minded it if wasn’t.”

Oh.

Well, then. 

~X~

The pom poms are definitely not necessary for either of them to enjoy this, but she makes them again, and Shoto doesn’t really need to ask. He just takes the costume silently, and heads into the bathroom attached to her bedroom, clothes the door, and starts undressing. The top of the costume isn’t that weird to wear, though it is so short that his stomach is exposed, and even before he’s put the skirt on, he looks at himself in the mirror and feels incredibly silly.

But he puts the skirt on anyway, because this is for Momo, and, on some level, for him as well, even though he really doesn’t get why it excites him this much. He’s been figuring out a lot about himself through their relationship, but this is a new kind of extreme.

The costume fits him well for what it is, but he knows he looks awkward and out of place, standing in his girlfriend’s fancy en suite, in her fancy house, wearing a very tacky women’s cheerleader uniform, and picking up the pom poms and staring at himself with his usual blank expression only adds to the strange appearance.

He would laugh if he weren’t about to have to face Momo like this, and even though she’s the one who requested it, he’s still briefly worried that she’s going to be the one to laugh.

Still, he steels himself and walks into her room with pom poms in hand, ready to face whatever she may throw at him, but instead, she just gawks. If it weren’t for the fact that he did the same when she dressed up for him, he might think the staring was a bad thing, but he remembers exactly how he looked at her.

“Is this...alright?” he asks. “I know it looks kind of off…”

Momo opens and closes her mouth a few times, like she has absolutely no idea what to say. She takes a few deep breaths before she finally speaks, and then, all she says is, “I really like it.”

“I’m glad,” he says, cracking a half-smile. “But...I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do now. Is there anything you had in mind?”

She stares at the ground, her cheeks growing red, and she mumbles, “Well...well, I’ve never really thought about it detail but...maybe you could…” She covers her face then, groaning before saying, “Maybe if you posed a little bit?”

Once again, he almost wants to laugh, as he thinks it’s a little funny that she’s the one getting so embarrassed, but instead, he just stiffly lifts the pom poms and asks, “Like this?”

Momo only peeks at him for a second before covering her face again, mumbling, “Yes!”

“Or do you want me to try something more like…” He takes a deep breath to steady himself and he bends, placing his hands on his knees. “This?”

She peeks again, lets out a soft squeak, and goes back to hiding her face. There is a pause, and, when she hears the rustle of the pom poms as he begins to stand up, she looks between her fingers. When he poses this time, he has one arm above his head, and the other at chest level, and though he tries to force a smile this time, he feels too damn awkward to do anything more.
“I guess I look pretty ridiculous, huh?” he asks, to fill the silence and maybe dissolve some of the tension. It’s hard to tell if she’s even still enjoying herself, what with how hard she’s trying not to look at him.

“I really, really like it,” she mumbles into her hands, her voice so soft and high-pitched that he can barely understand her. But he knows that they aren’t going to get anywhere if one of them doesn’t do something, and he knows that if he leaves things up to her, she might never get up the nerve to look directly at him, which means it’s all up to him.

“Momo,” he says softly, stepping closer to her. He thinks that he might have even looked a little bit cool if it weren’t for the tacky costume, but either way, he takes both of her hands to pull them down. “Do you want to do something else now?”

She nods, just barely meeting his eyes, and pulls her hands back to begin unbuttoning her blouse. They’ve done so much by this point, but he still feels the reflex urge to face the other way when she’s undressing. Instead, he helps her, because he doesn’t have to undress himself. Naturally, he isn’t wearing anything under the skirt, so when she’s got her own clothes out of the way, all he has to do is climb on top of her and hike the skirt up.

Everything about this situation is so unusual to him that he’s thrown off, and it isn’t until he’s slowly pushing inside of her that he remembers that he didn’t do anything to her beforehand and he feels kind of bad about that. She’s pretty wet, at least, and seemed really into things, so it’s not as bad as it could be; in fact, as he sinks into her, he thinks it’s pretty damn good , but that could just be his own pleasure speaking.

Whatever the case, he takes a second to catch his breath, to make sure he isn’t going to be done in after just one thrust- and when, exactly, did he get so into this?- before he balances himself on one hand, so that he can use the other to softly grope her and take one of her nipples between his fingers. At least this way, he can do more for her, though the look on her face and the gasp she lets out are almost too much for him, and he has to take time to compose himself again.

Eventually, he’s got it all under control, though, and he finds a steady rhythm of thrusts, punctuating them every now and then with soft sighs and groans, and Momo writhes beneath him, crying out more and more each time he gives her nipple a light pinch, gasping as he rolls it between his fingers. She still can’t bring herself to look at him, he notices, but she must be imagining it, and to think that it would have such an effect on her!

But, then, he thinks about just how much he liked it when the roles were reversed, and how surprised he is by how much he likes it now , and it’s not all that strange after all. In fact, thinking of all of that now proves to be too much for him, and even though he tries to compose himself again, it’s too late for that, and he groans, going limp on top of her for a moment.

It takes him a moment to come back to himself, but when he does, he mumbles, “Sorry, just let me…” He pulls out to shuffle down a bit, pressing his lips to her breast, closing them around her nipple, and reaching a hand between her legs. Fortunately, it only takes him a few moments of sucking at her and teasing her clt before he gets her to come, and he doesn’t feel as bad about rushing things on his end.

“Did you really like seeing...this that much?” he asks her, once he thinks she’s caught her breath.

Momo blushes yet again and quietly says, “I did...that was...very nice.”

“Yeah, I thought it was very nice too,” he agrees, and even though he feels like “very nice” might be an odd way of putting it, he knows how she is, and he knows how he is, and it seems like a good enough summary for now. 

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