My Hero Academia: Adaptation

A/N: Guess who remembered his password! 
Momo leads me into the dimly lit bedroom, her steps soft and deliberate. She pulls me down onto the bed with her, her eyes never leaving mine. She's fully submissive, her body language screaming for me to take control. I can see the slight tremble in her hands, the way her breath comes in quick, shallow bursts. She's eager, almost desperate, and it's a heady feeling knowing I hold this kind of power over her.

I lean in, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, teasing touch. I can feel her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine. I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her. Momo responds eagerly, her hands tangling in my hair, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. "You want this, baby?" I ask, my voice low and commanding.

"Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please, Izuku."

I smile, a dark and hungry smile, and push her back onto the bed. My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve and dip. She arches into my touch, her breath hitching as I trail kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, and lower. Momo's fingers dig into my back, her nails leaving faint marks.

I begin to undress her, my movements slow and deliberate. Each piece of clothing that hits the floor is a statement, a promise of what's to come. Momo squirms beneath me, her body on fire, her need for me evident in every writhing motion. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, her breath hot on my skin.

"Please," she begs, her voice a breathy whisper. "I need you, Izuku. Make me yours."

I chuckle, a low, throaty sound. "Patience, baby," I murmur, my lips against her ear. "We have all night."

I continue to explore her body, my hands and mouth working together to drive her wild. Momo whimpers and moans, her body arching and twisting beneath me. I can feel her growing more and more desperate, her need for release building with every touch, every kiss.

I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. I run my hands over her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Momo shivers with anticipation, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I lean down, my teeth grazing the soft skin of her neck. She lets out a low, guttural moan, her body trembling with desire.

I enter her from behind, my thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then growing faster, harder. Momo meets each thrust with a backward push of her own, her body rocking against mine. I can feel her tightening around me, her body on the brink of release.

"That's it, baby," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "Let me hear you."

Momo lets out a series of low, desperate moans, her body convulsing with pleasure. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tightening around me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She screams out my name as her climax hits, her body shuddering and shaking with the force of it.

I continue to thrust into her, my own release building. I can feel my body tensing, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Momo's body is hot and slick beneath mine, her moans and whimpers filling the room.

"That's one of ten, princess," I whisper, my lips against her ear. Momo shivers, a low, contented sigh escaping her lips.

I continue to move inside her, my thrusts slowing, my body trembling with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. Momo's body is limp and sated beneath mine, her breath coming in slow, steady waves. I can feel her heartbeat slowing, her body relaxing into my touch.

I pull out of her slowly, my body still trembling with the intensity of our connection. Momo turns to face me, her eyes soft and sleepy, a small, contented smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "For everything."

I smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips. "You're welcome, baby," I murmur, my voice low and tender. "And we're just getting started."

(3 Hours Later)

I step into the steam-filled shower, feeling the hot water cascade over my body. Momo follows, pressing herself against me, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my frame. We've already gone at it multiple times, but our desire for each other is insatiable.

"You're so perfect," I murmur, my hands roaming over her body, slick with soap. She laughs softly, the sound echoing in the shower.

"I could say the same about you," she replies, her voice low and sultry. Her fingers trace patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

I reach for the shampoo, pouring some into my hand. "Turn around," I command gently. She complies, presenting her back to me. I begin to lather her hair, my fingers massaging her scalp. She lets out a contented sigh, leaning back into my touch.

"That feels amazing," she murmurs, her words slurring slightly with pleasure.

"Just wait, baby," I whisper, my voice deepening with desire. I rinse the shampoo from her hair, then move on to washing her body. My hands glide over her skin, exploring every curve and contour.

Momo turns to face me, her eyes dark with desire. She reaches for the soap, lathering her hands before beginning to wash me. Her touch is firm yet gentle, her fingers trailing over my muscles, eliciting a groan from deep within my chest.

"You like that?" she asks, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"Mm-hmm," I hum, my eyes locked onto hers. The tension between us builds, the air thick with steam and desire.

Momo's hands venture lower, wrapping around my length. I suck in a sharp breath, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. She begins to stroke me, her movements slow and deliberate.

"Fuck, Momo," I growl, my hands gripping her waist. I lift her up, pinning her against the shower wall. She wraps her legs around me, her arms snaking around my neck.

"I want you so bad," she breathes, her voice ragged with need.

I position myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness against my tip. With a single, powerful thrust, I enter her, filling her completely. She cries out, her nails digging into my back.

"God, you feel so good," I pant, my body moving in rhythm with hers. The sound of our flesh meeting echoes through the shower, mingling with our moans of pleasure.

Momo's breath hitches, her body trembling as she nears her peak. I angle my hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her. She screams out my name, her orgasm ripping through her. Her body convulses around me, her walls clenching tightly.

I continue to thrust into her, chasing my own release. The sight of her, flushed and panting, drives me wild. I pound into her, the force of my movements causing her body to slide up and down the wet tiles.

"Fuck, I'm close," I grunt, my muscles tensing. Momo clings to me, her lips seeking mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues tangling as our bodies merge.

With one final, deep thrust, I find my release. My body shudders, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Momo trembles in my arms, her own orgasm following closely behind.

We stand there for a moment, our bodies locked together, our breaths ragged and uneven. Eventually, I pull out of her, setting her gently back on her feet. She sways slightly, her legs weak from our intense lovemaking.

"That was..." she begins, her voice trailing off.

"Amazing," I finish, pulling her close for a tender kiss.

We finish washing each other, our touches now gentle and caring. As we step out of the shower, I wrap a towel around Momo, my arms encircling her waist. She leans into me, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of our passion.

I towel dry Momo's hair, gently massaging her scalp as I work to absorb the excess moisture. She sighs contentedly, leaning back against me.

"That feels nice," she murmurs.

I smile, pressing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. "Come on, let's get you dressed so you don't get cold."

We exit the steamy bathroom and make our way back to the bedroom. I notice immediately that the sheets are still damp from our earlier activities.

"Looks like we made a bit of a mess," I say with a chuckle. Momo blushes deeply, avoiding my gaze. I lift her chin gently with my finger so she's looking at me again.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," I say softly. "But how about we sleep in my room tonight, let these sheets air out a bit?"

Momo nods, the blush still staining her cheeks. She grabs a pair of shorts and a bra and panties from her dresser, quickly pulling them on. I take her hand and leading her down the hall to my bedroom. When entering, I slip into a pair of boxers and loose athletic shorts

I lead Momo to my bed, pulling back the covers for us. We settle in, her head resting on my chest as I wrap an arm around her. The warmth of her body against mine is comforting, familiar. We lay in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

"Hey Izuku," Momo says softly, tracing patterns on my chest with her finger. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I reply, running my fingers through her silky hair. "What's on your mind?"

She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "If you had a choice, how many kids would you want? And what would you name them?"

I can't help but chuckle. "Is there something you want to tell me, Momo?"

Her face flushes bright red. "N-no! I'm just wondering!" She buries her face in my chest, her voice muffled as she adds, "But if we keep going at it..."

I laugh softly, kissing the top of her head. "Well, to answer your question, I think I'd want two or three kids. As for names..." I pause, realizing I've never really thought about it before. "Maybe Hana for a girl? And... Hiroshi for a boy?"

Momo lifts her head, looking at me with a soft smile. "Those are nice names. I like them."

As we lay there, I find my mind wandering, imagining a future I've never really considered before. A house in a quiet neighborhood, filled with laughter and love. Nejire and Momo, both radiant and happy. Children - our children - running around, their quirks a perfect blend of ours.

It's strange. In two lives, I've never really thought hard about this kind of future. My focus has always been on becoming a hero, on changing the world. But now, holding Momo in my arms, I can see it so clearly.

"What about you?" I ask, pulling myself from my thoughts. "How many kids would you want?"

Momo hums thoughtfully. "Two, I think. A boy and a girl. I'd want them to have a sibling, but not so many that we couldn't give each of them the attention they deserve."

I nod, understanding her reasoning. "And names?"

"For a girl, maybe Sakura," she says, her voice soft and dreamy. "And for a boy... Takeshi."

"Those are good names," I say, imagining a little girl with Momo's eyes and my green hair, a boy with my freckles and Momo's expression.

"Do you think..." Momo starts, then stops herself.

"What is it?" I encourage her.

She takes a deep breath. "Do you think we could really have that? A family, I mean. With our careers as heroes..."

I consider her question carefully. It's true that being a hero is dangerous, time-consuming work. But then again, so many heroes manage to balance their work and family life.

"I think we could," I say finally. "It wouldn't be easy, but nothing worth having ever is. We'd make it work."

Momo snuggles closer to me. "I'd like that," she whispers.

We fall into silence again, both lost in our own thoughts. I find myself imagining our hypothetical home in more detail. A spacious living room where we could all gather, a kitchen where Momo could experiment with her cooking. A backyard for the kids to play in, maybe with a treehouse.

And Nejire would be there too, of course. I can almost see her, chasing the kids around, her endless energy matching theirs perfectly. The thought brings a smile to my face.

"What are you smiling about?" Momo asks, looking up at me curiously.

"Just thinking about the future," I reply honestly. "About us, and Nejire, and the life we could have together."

Momo's eyes soften. "Tell me about it," she says.

So I do. I describe the house I've been imagining, the life I can see us building together. Momo listens intently, adding her own ideas and embellishments.

"We'd need a big library," she says. "For all our books, and for the kids to study in."

I nod in agreement. "And a training room," I add. "To teach the kids how to use their quirks safely."

We continue like this for a while, building our dream home and life together word by word. It's a beautiful dream, one that I find myself wanting more and more with each passing moment.

But there's a part of me, a small voice in the back of my mind, that wonders if I truly deserve this kind of happiness. After everything I've done, everything I plan to do... can I really have this?

I push the thought aside. That's a problem for future Izuku to wrestle with. For now, I'm content to lay here with Momo, dreaming of a future that seems more possible with each passing day.

"Izuku," Momo says suddenly, her voice serious. "Promise me something."

"What is it?" I ask, curious about her sudden change in tone.

She props herself up on her elbow, looking me directly in the eyes. "Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter how dangerous things get, you'll always come home to us. To me, to Nejire, to our future family."

I meet her gaze, seeing the mixture of love and fear in her eyes. I understand her concern. Being a hero is dangerous work, and there's always the risk that one day, I might not come home.

"I promise," I say solemnly. "I'll always do everything in my power to come back to you. All of you."

Momo seems satisfied with this answer. She lays her head back on my chest, her arm tightening around me.

"Good," she murmurs. "Because I don't think I could bear to lose you."

I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. "You won't," I assure her. "I'm not going anywhere."