Anos x Momo (spicy)

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Anos's room, the opulent space a testament to his family's wealth. But right now, the grandeur of the room faded into the background. The focus was on the two figures entwined on the plush, king-sized bed. Anos, with his startling white hair and the familiar smattering of freckles across his cheekbones, lay on his side, an arm draped protectively over the sleeping form of Momo Yaoyorozu.

They had spent the day lost in each other's company, a comfortable routine for the couple. After a big lunch and some training, Momo had drifted off into a peaceful nap, her dark hair splayed across the soft, white pillows. He watched her sleep, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His past life, the memories of being the Man of Steel, felt like a distant dream now. He was Anos Midoriya, protector of his family, and hopelessly in love with the brilliant, compassionate woman beside him.

Hours later, Momo stirred, her dark eyes fluttering open. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she stretched, her movements graceful even in sleepiness. "Anos?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he chuckled, his deep voice a warm rumble. "Sleep well?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, nuzzling into him. "What time is it?"

"Late afternoon," he answered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "We could watch a movie if you'd like."

"I'd like that very much," she smiled, her eyes sparkling.

They cuddled up on the bed, choosing a random movie from his extensive collection. They started on a light comedy, the easy laughter filling the room, but then, the algorithm decided to throw them a curveball. The next movie was a stark contrast, a dark thriller with graphic scenes of violence and explicit sexuality.

Momo, initially unfazed, began to blush as the movie progressed. The suggestive imagery started to make her heart pound, a warmth rising in her cheeks. She glanced at Anos, his expression unreadable, but she could feel his own body heat radiating next to her. She turned away from the screen, a sudden shyness washing over her.

"Anos?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He turned his head, his eyes locking onto hers. "Yes, Momo?"

Her blush deepened. She couldn't quite meet his gaze, instead focusing intensely on a nonexistent spot on his chest. "I… I…" she stumbled over her words, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the duvet.

Then, she surprised him, and herself. Summoning her resolve, she extended a hand, the familiar golden glow enveloping her skin. A few moments later, she presented him with a small handful of neatly wrapped condoms.

Anos's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a faint red, a stark contrast against his pale skin. He stared at the small packages in her palm, his mind racing. "Momo, are you su-"

"Yes," she interrupted, her voice soft but firm. She finally met his gaze, her own eyes sparkling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "I'm sure, Anos. I want my first time to be with you."

His breath hitched, the shock quickly replaced by a wave of intense affection. He reached for the condoms, his fingers brushing hers, sending a shiver down both their spines. "Alright," he whispered, his voice barely a rumble.

He placed the condoms on the nightstand as he pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a sweet, tender kiss. The kiss deepened quickly, desire taking hold and stealing the air from their lungs. He broke the kiss, looking at her with intensity, his hands gently tracing the curve of her jaw.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked, his voice husky, "We can stop at any time."

"I am," she breathed, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Please, Anos."

And with that, the world shifted. He moved with a tenderness that belied his immense strength, his fingers unbuttoning her shirt with care. Their clothes were discarded without haste but without hesitation, falling to the floor like discarded petals. He kissed the curve of her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her skin, causing her to gasp.

"You're so beautiful, Momo," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

"And you, Anos," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his white hair, "So handsome."

He gently pushed her onto her back, his body hovering over hers. He took the time to worship her body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. The room filled with the sound of their whispered moans and heavy breaths.

He retrieved a velvet rope from his bedside table—a playful addition to their nights—and teasingly bound her wrists to the headboard. Momo's eyes widened before softening seeing the tenderness in his eyes. "Just for a little fun, my darling," he purred, his lips finding hers again.

He explored her body with his touch, his hands running along the curves of her body, evoking gasps and moans from her. "Do you like this, my sweet?" he asked, his eyes dark with passion.

"Yes, oh, yes, Anos," she moaned, her body arching towards him.

He kissed his way down her body, his tongue tracing patterns across her skin, making her cry out his name. He watched her, observing her reaction, relishing every shiver, every gasp. He wanted to give her all the pleasure he could, to make this moment as special as it could be.

He finally reached the most delicate part of her body, and he tasted her, slow and sensually, making her scream his name while her body bucked upwards. She begged for him, needing him with an intensity that made her tremble.

He moved above her, his gaze locked with hers, and with a single, smooth motion, he entered her, his body fitting perfectly with hers. They moved together with slow, sensual grace at first, but as the passion rose, their movements became more frantic, their bodies slick with sweat. He called her "my love," "my darling," "my beautiful creation," and she called him 'her hero' 'her prince' 'her everything' the room echoing with their cries, their breaths mingling in the close space.

He finally found the place where he made her scream and shudder over and over, they peaked together, their bodies shuddering in sync, their hearts pounding against each other.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex. He untied her wrists, gently massaging the areas where the rope had been. He cradled her close, her body perfectly fitted against his, his hand stroking her dark hair.

"That was," she started, her voice a soft whisper, "Incredible, Anos."

He placed a soft kiss upon her forehead, "You were amazing, my love."

They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. He made sure she was comfortable, ensuring they were hydrated and satisfied. He held her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The echoes of their lovemaking hung in the air, a testament to the depth of their connection. There was no shame, only love and tenderness in that room. This had been the start of a new chapter, one filled with passion and happiness.

The sun had long set and the moon started its ascent in the sky, bathing the room in a soft, spectral glow as Anos pulled her closer, their bodies entangled once again. This was just the beginning, they both knew it, and they were both eager to explore this new depth in their love, together, always.