Chapter Three: Useful

Pairing: Yaoyorozu x Jirou

Day Three: Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play

Summary:  Having a girlfriend who can create anything sounds great on paper — is great in real life, actually. But when it comes to Momo Yaoyorozu, there’s a natural sort of curiosity: what can she make, more importantly, how useful can it be?

Originally posted by color-division

Momo smiles and it’s not as sweet as it usually is. There’s something playful about it, suggestive, seductive, as she starts to say… something. What? What is she saying?! Jirou can see her lips moving, grinning, and she swallows because she can’t hear it, can see what’s going on but can’t form a full picture because the thing she relies on most is gone.

Then Momo unbuttons the top of her U.A. school shirt, and oh, Jirou thinks she knows where she’s going with this.

Full, gloss covered lips move again, speaking words that Jirou can’t latch onto and it’s making her tremble. She’s panting but she doesn’t know how loud it is. She’s gasping but she doesn’t know if it’s frantic, labored, heavy. Because normally she can hear everything, the small details caressing her ears like tender fingertips. She’d be able to hear the sound each button makes as Momo opens her shirt. She’d be able to hear the top sliding off her shoulders, hitting the ground and settling in for whatever Momo has planned.

But there’s nothing.

Complete silence.

Jirou calls out to her and instantly regrets it, her cheeks turning flush because whatever she sounds like puts an erotic spark in Momo’s eye. Is her voice trembling? Uncertain? Wrecked? Whatever it is causes Jirou to rub her thighs together, fingers clutching onto the edge of the bed, desperate to hear something, anything right now.

And it’s bizarre, isn’t it? Because most girls would be aching for touch, not sound.

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