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Living together with the love of her life again, at long last, has been nothing short of a dream for Momo. In the past six months, she and Ken made their tiny 1000 sq ft. apartment into a home. He's the first thing she sees in the morning when she wakes up and the last thing she sees when she goes to bed.
So when he stared her down while she lounged on the couch watching TV as she munched on octopus puffs, she knew what was coming.
"Is that my hoodie?" He asked innocuously, eyes betraying his tone. Momo blinks back, feining innocence. Hoodie? What hoodie? Not the plain black pullover hoodie that is several sizes too big on her, where she's practically swimming in it. It must be a coincidence!
Since living together, Momo's lived by the rule of what's yours is mine, especially when it comes to clothes. It is their closet after all. It's fair game! At first, he wouldn't say anything. He would either get flustered or, on occasion, give her that lovestruck, dopey smile she adores. He'd also mutter how cute she was under his breath, thinking she wouldn't hear it.
Then came the passive-aggressive remarks months later.
"Nice sweater. Where did you get it?"
"Oh, I didn't know you got a new shirt. Looks just like mine."
"I didn't know you like men's basketball shorts, too."
She would, on occasion, give back whatever she totally didn't steal, albeit begrudgingly. Today, though, she came prepared and she's not going down without a fight.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Momo remarks. "It sounds like you're insinuating something."
"I'm not because you keep stealing my clothes, you thief!" Ken fired back. Her a thief? The audacity of this man! "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm pretty sure this is my hoodie." Momo props herself up to smirk at her boyfriend, taking extra delight in the way his brows furrow. He briefly looks at her thigh-high stocking-covered thighs before snapping his attention back to her eyes.
"You're totally lying! I remember buying it!" Ken argued, trying to ignore how his girlfriend looked at him with half-lidded eyes, drumming her fingers on the arm of the sofa, aforementioned hoodie somewhat riding up every so slightly, exposing more of her bare thigh.
"Just because you remember buying it doesn't mean it's not mine, Okarun." She drawls, further annoying Ken.
"I'm tired of not having anything to wear since you steal my clothes!" Ken whined.
"I see this not as a problem but a win for me," Momo flirted suggestively, making Ken flush.
"J-just give it back!"
"If you want, then take it." Momo sits on her knees, holding her hands above, staring at him with a smirk. "I dare you." She sees Ken freeze as if his brain momentarily short-circuited.
"F-fine!" He huffed as he pulled the sleeves over her head to slip off the sweater. "Then don't mind if I d—" The words died on his lips, the moment Momo sat completely naked in front of him. She leans backwards on the couch, spreading her legs open.
"What was that, Okarun?" Momo teases, enticing him further as he watches her run her dainty fingers down the slope of the valley of her stomach, all the way to her needy entrance, dragging her index finger through her already slick folds. She offers her slick-coated finger to him.
"Dammit, Momo. I should have seen it coming." Ken says, trying to avert his eyes. Momo smirks at her, pleased to see Ken stutter in front of her.
"Oh, I'll make sure you'll be seeing someone coming, alright," She remarked flirtatiously. She uses her powers to draw him in closer.
"Momo!"
"Wanna t-" Momo gets cut off as Ken greedily grabs her hand to lick her finger, eyes glowing red with primal lust, making her shudder with anticipation. He drops her hand to strip before climbing on top of her.
"Tease a man like that, he's bound to break," He growled in her ear. "You just love to rile me up, don't you?" He sucks on her neck, making her moan. His hand slipped tantalizingly between her thighs, rolling her clit lazily, making her squirm. Momo slings her legs over his shoulders.
"Mhmmmm." She feels him taunt her folds with his hardened dick and then pull away. Momo begins to protest, "Hey, why did you—Ahhhh!" She cried in pleasure as Ken kept winding her up with his fingers.
Right when Momo feels so close to the edge, he stops again, smirking above her as she furrows her brows. "Stop teasing me! It's not fair!" Momo pouted petulantly.
"That's rich coming from you, babe. You tease me all the damn time." Ken rolls one of her nipples with his left hand, making Momo roll her head back while he puts his right hand in between her thighs again. "About time you got a taste of your own medicine, Momo."
"I don't know what you meeeaannnnn," she howled as he pumped his fingers at breakneck speed into her wet heat, driving her wild. He picks her up by her waist, teasing her again with his dick, going so far as to barely push his tip into her only to pull out again. "Okarunnnn," she whined. "I want you inside me now, you cock tease!"
"Not until you admit to your crimes, you thief." Ken teases. "I can do this all day."
"It's not theft if we share a closet!" Momo groaned while Ken played with her clit at a maddening pace. She dug her nails into his forearms, making him gasp, fighting to hold back his curse. If he's going to go and edge her like no tomorrow, well, two can play at that game.
Using her powers, she grasps his aura, sending shockwaves throughout his body.
"N-not cool, babe." Ken says through gritted teeth, "G-god, you're such a- ahhhh! " Ken shudders, desperately trying not to cum.
"I'm a what?" Momo laughs as she watches Ken writhe, cursing under his breath, glaring at her as she continues to squeeze his aura.
Momo's victory is grossly short-lived once Ken picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, leading them to their bedroom. He unceremoniously dumps her on the bed, smirking while Momo looks up at him incredulously.
"The fuck was that for?!"
"For being a brat," Ken says flatly. "I'm putting you on time out until you apologize for stealing my clothes."
"But I look better in them than you do!" Momo huffed, crossing her arms, pouting, sitting on her knees. "Are you gonna fuck me, or not?"
"Not until you're ready to say you're sorry." Ken shrugged, still smiling mischievously. Momo wanted to wipe that smirk off his face just as much as she wanted said face buried between her thighs right now. He can be a stubborn little shit sometimes.
"What, are you playing bad cop or something? That's so unfair! Stop fucking around and fuck me instead!"
"Nope. I think I'll go and watch TV instead while I wait for you to make up your mind." Ken replied sarcastically, turning on his heels, only for him to be suddenly dragged back to bed by a spectral hand.
"Oh, no you don't! You don't get away with blue ballin' me, mister! That's my job." Momo straddles him, staring him down, smug. She grinds against his cock, watching him convulse as he tried and failed to keep his resolve. His eyes flash red again, this time, challenging her. Momo gulps as he pulls her down, rolling them over until he's on top again, this time, now fully transformed.
"I won't go inside you until you say sorry, last chance, babe." Ken looks down at her, hungry with desire, fingers teasing her entrance as she squirmed underneath him. "Come on, it's not that hard."
"F-fine! I'm sorry! But I won't stop stealing your clothes! I want you to rip them off of me and fuck me," Momo admitted through gritted teeth while Ken brought her close to the edge again. Ken stops for a moment and looks at her thoughtfully.
"Apology accepted. Could have told me instead of playing games. What did I say about using your words, again, Momo?" Ken chuckles as Momo moans and curses under her breath, driving Ken wild.
"Wouldn't be as fun." Momo panted. "S-stop teasing me and gimme that dick!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Please, gimme that dick. You made me wait long enough!" Momo hissed as Ken smirked.
"If you insist." Ken slides himself in, groaning as he feels Momo's walls clench around him. "F-fuck, Momo." He takes a breath to collect himself before rolling his hips in the maddening pace that makes Momo scream.
"F-fuck me harder, Ken... Please." She panted as he continued to thrust into her. She can feel him bite her neck, and she can't help but let out a loud, breathy moan. "More… I need you!" He picks her up again, this time, sitting her in his lap. Despite being transformed, his eyes are soft, and she can see how obsessed he is with her as he holds her tight, digging his fingers into her hips.
After readjusting herself, she sheaths his shaft into her, both letting out long drawn out groans. She rocks her hips, watching him become delirious with lust, rolling his head back, whimpering. The more she does it, the tighter he holds her, sinking his mouth around her pert nipple, making Momo gasp. Momo's so wet, she can barely stay on as it is, nearly falling off him a few times, unable to hold on much longer.
"B-babe, I don't think I'm gonna last any longer. You feel so fucking good." Ken rasped, holding onto Momo for dear life while Momo drags her manicured nails across his back, making Ken hiss in pleasure.
"You don't cum until I tell you to," Momo growled in his ear and then bit his neck. "I'm still mad at you for edging me like that."
Although they've been together for over two years, she loved showing the world that he's hers. Ken's neck, collarbone, and chest are peppered with her calling card like the birthmarks that make the most beautiful constellations across his body. She loves it when he wears shirts that show off her love bites, unabashed, to anyone who looks at them sideways while they're out. When Ken's not looking, she'll flick those prudes off before pulling her sweet, loving boyfriend in a not-so-chaste kiss. Momo can't help it, she likes to show him off.
She squeezes his aura to transform him back, humming happily as he lets out another delicious whine. She loves him like this, sweating, whimpering, and looking at her like she was his entire universe. To be honest, she's just as obsessed with him, if not more. He looks up at her with those damn half-lidded espresso colored eyes, hazy with desire for her and only her. She tips his head up and sticks her tongue practically down his throat in a searing, passionate kiss. Throaty whines from him make the heat she's already feeling in her core even hotter. She feels just as close to exploding like he does, like a cord being stretched so taut, it threatens to snap.
" M-Mo…Momo. " He grunted. "I-I need to cum. P-Please." The second he says it, she feels herself gushing on top of him, nearly in tears from cumming so hard. Moments later, he follows her with a loud cry. They pant heavily, pressing their foreheads together, chest heaving. Ken gives her slow, lazy pecks, murmuring several "I love yous," one after another, while Momo cards her fingers through his messy black hair. They stay like that until Ken shrinks and pulls out so they can clean up and then lie in bed to cuddle afterwards.
"So, are you gonna do that every time you steal my clothes?" Ken asked sarcastically. "I mean, I'm not complaining, if that's what I get to come home to."
"I thought you were tired of me allegedly stealing your clothes?" Momo fired back, smirking at him as he brushed her bangs from her eyes.
"Eh, I changed my mind. You're right, you look better in them anyway. Just save something for me to wear every once in a while, okay?" He kisses her forehead, and she gives him a playful shove.
"I'm always right and don't you forget it!" Momo crowed, and Ken couldn't help but snort.
"Whatever you say, babe. Whatever you say."