My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests OPEN!]

🌟💌🍋 Tangle (Momo x M!Reader x Shoto)

*♡request for anon♡*

After a long, exhausting day of work, the weight of your responsibilities lingers in the air, but as soon as you step into the comfort of home, something shifts. The door closes behind you with a soft click, and suddenly, the tension starts to melt away.

Shoto is the first to greet you, his voice calm yet warm, an anchor amidst the chaos. "You look like you could use a break," he says, his hand lightly brushing against your back as you enter the living room. You feel his usual presence, soothing and steady, a quiet contrast to the bustle of the day.

Momo, who's sitting nearby, looks up with a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling with an understanding that only she seems to have. "Come here," she says softly, patting the spot beside her. "Let us take care of you."

Without another word, Shoto guides you to the couch, his hands expertly working the tension from your shoulders. You lean back, sighing as his fingers press into the tight muscles, each movement sending waves of relief through you. Momo's touch is gentle, offering comfort as she sits by your side, one hand resting lightly on your leg, grounding you in a way that only she can.

"You don't need to do anything," Momo murmurs, her voice a soft hum in the quiet room. "Just relax. Let us handle the rest."

Shoto's touch becomes more deliberate as he works the knots in your neck, his thumbs tracing circles along the base of your skull. You feel the muscles in your jaw unclench, your eyes drooping shut. The scent of mint and rosemary fills the air as Momo gently takes your hand, placing it in her lap. She begins to knead your palm with surprising strength, her thumb pressing into the tender spots that you didn't realize were so tense.

Without warning, Shoto leans in and presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck. You can't help the low groan that escapes your lips, the sudden jolt of pleasure making your toes curl. His kiss is warm, his breath sending shivers down your spine. He pauses, waiting for a reaction, and when you lean into the sensation, he smiles against your skin, his grip tightening slightly.

Then, you feel it-Momo's breath, sweet and minty, as she joins in, kissing the other side of your neck. Her lips are soft, her movements deliberate yet tender. You're caught between the two of them, a delicious sandwich of warmth and care. Their kisses are like whispers of reassurance, telling you that you're safe here, that you're loved. Your breathing hitches, your heart racing as you become hyperaware of every sensation.

Their touches become more intimate and more exploratory. Shoto's hands move down to your chest, unbuttoning your shirt one by one with a precision that speaks of practice. His touch is cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat building up in your body. Momo's hand slides up your leg, her fingertips grazing the fabric of your pants, hinting at what lies beneath.

You lean further into their embrace, letting them take control. It's been so long since you've felt this level of intimacy, this unspoken understanding of your needs. Shoto's kisses become more insistent, his tongue tracing the line of your jaw before finding your mouth. The kiss is deep and hungry, and it makes your head spin. Momo's hand reaches your now exposed stomach, her nails lightly scraping against your skin, sending sparks of pleasure that make you gasp into Shoto's mouth.

The fabric of your pants grows tight as Momo's hand ventures closer to your growing arousal. She looks up at you, her eyes questioning, but the need in your gaze is answer enough. She undoes your belt with a flick of her wrist, and then your zipper, her movements swift and sure. Shoto breaks the kiss, his eyes locking onto yours, and you see the desire mirrored there. He takes over, sliding your pants down your hips, revealing your hardened length to the cool air of the room.