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Momo Ayase did not have a great dating history

No, scratch that, she had a fucking terrible dating history. Asking her, it was somehow as if she preternaturally attracted every broke, insipid, sex-obsessed, callous, tiny dick, calamari bastard in all of Japan. It didn't seem to matter if she went out into the neon-glow of the city's bars, clubs, or casual hangouts nor if she found them online, it damn near always went the same way.

She would filter out the dick-for-brains chodes who were only talking to her to fuck her for all of five minutes and then finish while pretending like they satisfied her, finally manage to find a guy who could hold solid conversation for more than the previously mentioned five minutes and who seemed nice enough, and agree to go on a date with him. Then, he would ask her to come back to his place and if the date was nice enough and Momo felt kind, he might get lucky. And then the ones that didn't hit it and quit it would actually take her on a few more dates and maybe make the relationship official. Then, they would change tunes like a fucking radio station and reveal their true colors.

"Oh, babe, I'm a little short on cash, could you help me out?" Broke. "We barely even fuck anymore, you're always so busy!" Sex-obsessed. "I'm out with the boys right now, I totally forgot it was our anniversary, sorry babe!" Good for nothing. "You've gained some more weight recently. You were already kinda chubby, you think I want a fatass girlfriend?" Tuna-faced assholes.

And today had started off so well too! She and her two-faced bastard of a now ex-boyfriend were going out to eat at one of those super expensive Sunday brunch places to celebrate Momo's promotion to senior engineer at her job. Big deal, cause for celebration! She even offered to pay cause she was feeling so good. And then halfway through their meal he gets up to use the restroom and leaves his phone, the evidence of his urchin behavior, on the table.

Then he gets a text from one of his group chats, one of the ones Momo knew had all his buddies in it. "Seems like the slut is still good for somethin' lmao. Least you got yourself a rich bitch dude," was what the message said.

Momo was appalled, aghast even! Who would be saying such things in a chat with her boyfriend in it? And so, curiously she opens his phone using the fingerprint she put on it while it was unlocked one time, since he wouldn't actually tell her his password (the backstabbing fuck), and finds Satan's treasure trove of an awful man. A lying, conniving piece of shit who was only with her cause she made good money and serially cheated on her. He even said that she was mid in bed, that she was terrible at giving head! Her head game was fucking immaculate, thank you very much! Especially if his quickshot times were any indications!

The pure rancor the frothed in Momo's gut was incomparable and, somehow still, dangerously calming. So when that bastard came back from the restroom, Momo calmly picked up her drink, took a sip, and looked that fucker dead in the eye before throwing her mimosa in his face and smacking him so hard he fell out of his chair. Then, she told him that they were done, to get his shit from outside of her house, and she left the place.

So after she got home and tossed every piece of that dipshit's belongings out of her place and onto the curb, ignoring him until he left after yelling through the door for an explanation, she understandably wanted to explode. One year, four months, and eighteen days of time wasted on a worthless stain of a human. She needed to feel good, she had just gotten promoted dammit! This was her day! So after a shower and a good cry, she decided to grab a beer or three and a pint of ice cream out of the freezer, slip into some comfortable clothes, and put on her favorite Ken Takakura movies. All while texting Miko and Muko about how shitty men were while they did whatever lovey-dovey shit they did at their apartment.

It was about halfway through her twelfth re-watch of The Yakuza that the growling of her stomach, and somehow worsening of her shitty mood even though she was watching her favorite films, finally managed to convince Momo that she was hungry. Casting her gaze toward the kitchen, Momo stared blankly at the not inconsiderable size of the pile of dishes in the sink, left there by that same shitty ex-boyfriend, and then quickly turned to face her phone with a sigh. She would take care of those later, and besides, she wasn't in the mood to cook anything tonight.

So dinner was necessity. Something that could arrive quickly, it was already getting into the later hours of the night. Something filling and easy to eat with your hands due to the aforementioned pile of dishes. And because fuck that guy, something greasy and cheesy because she fucking deserved it, she was already sexy as hell, she didn't need to lose anymore weight! Salmon-headed chud.

Pizza. She didn't have pizza often. Pizza could satisfy these cravings. Grabbing her phone and sliding it off of the coffee table in front of her, Momo searched the area for any pizza shops near her that were open this late, which unfortunately, was very little. Only a few results popped up, and of those, only one wasn't closing in the next ten minutes.

All Out Pizzeria. It had been open for a few years, though looking at the reviews you wouldn't know how many. Most of them were recent, if five of the ten reviews for the shop counted as most of them. Decent pizza, good service, pretty speedy delivery times. Momo quirked an eyebrow at a review that mentioned it was "prolly a front for something" but elected to ignore it.

Dialing the number on the site, the ringing tone of her dial went on for longer than she was expecting. Right up until the point a gruff voice rang out, "Hey, this is Zuma at All Out Pizza, whaddya need?" she almost thought the phone was going to go to voicemail. Gathering her senses back, Momo put on her best sober-and-totally-not-buzzed-off-of-cheap-beer impression and placed her order; a large meat lover's pizza, extra sausage, stuffed crust, with a side of garlic knots and a six piece order of wings.

"Alright, large stuffed meaty with knots and a 6 piece. We'll have that out to you in 25," the man on the other side of the line, Zuma, told her before promptly hanging up. Seemed he wasn't one for idle pleasantries, she thought.

Now to decide which movie she was going to put on next…

"Takakura, got an order coming through the oven right now. Pack it up and head out when it's ready," Zuma called, stepping out from behind the pizza oven and returning to sit at the counter. Ken looked up from where he'd been scrolling through his phone in the break room, adjusting his glasses and standing up slowly.

"Oh, okay, Zuma-san," he responded in turn, grabbing his delivery bag and going to pack up the third delivery he had gotten that night.

All Out Pizza was absolutely a front for something. Ken didn't know what, but he knew there was definitely something shady going on in the background. It managed to stay open for years, including the entire time he worked here, even though he never got above eight deliveries per night. And that was a really good night, most of the time he was averaging three to four orders. However, something Ken realized a long time ago, and was thinking about again now as he walked outside and strapped the order to the back of his near ancient Honda, was that…

He couldn't really care less about what it was a front for.

The orders he did deliver tipped well and the shop paid him way more money than he should be reasonably making for the work he was doing. That might have been insurance to keep him quiet, but… well, it worked well. Ken didn't know anything and he definitely wouldn't say he was suspicious of anything. Not while he was getting paid this good to do, essentially nothing, and was able to focus on grad school

Pushing his helmet over his messy and unruly hair, Ken loaded up the address into his navigation, and took off, feeling the rev and hum of the engine flow through his body. Despite what the lack of orders may have lead one to believe, it was a Friday night, and a nice night too. One of the few nights a year you could see the stars in the sky, resplendent and stippled across the firmament— trails of few shooting stars falling through the tapestry of night. He never was one for mystic superstition, wishing on falling stars and the dreams made true from it. But tonight? On a night so radiant and ephemeral? Maybe he could make one wish upon a star.

In less than 10 minutes after departing the shop, Ken managed to arrive at the complex with only a little bit of self navigation to find the correct entrance. His footsteps echoed off of concrete walls, bouncing off of hardened rock and into his ears as he looked at the apartment number on the receipt.

Apartment 2132… 2138… 2142… apartment 2146. Ken double checked the receipt before knocking on the door. He heard the soft patter of steps behind the door and then a stumble and the crash of a few small objects, followed by some muffled curses. Then he heard the rattle of the handle and the door slowly opened.

A… gorgeous woman, with deep auburn hair and these hypnotizing pools of fuchsia in her eyes stared back at him, wavy tresses ruffled and in her face, as if she had just gotten up from laying down. There was a cherry red flush across her features, the kind you get when your body is starting to get drunk, carrying down her neck and certainly below the hemline of oversized t-shirt, where Ken could see the outline of her cleavage—

"Umm, is that… for me?" the woman asked him, her voice husky and carrying the barest hint of a buzzed lilt.

Ken looked back up, eyes wide in embarrassment as he realized his actions. God he had just been shamelessly ogling this woman, hadn't he? Fumbling, he bowed slightly, apologizing, "Oh, damn— I'm sorry, Miss! Please forgive me! I have a delivery for a Miss Ayase?" He grabbed a pen from inside of his jacket and held it out toward her, trying his absolute hardest to not look at any exposed part of her.

She stared at the receipt for a moment, squinting at the text before she perked up. "Oh, right, I didn't pay with my card! I'm sorry, man!" she apologized, turning to look around the genkan. After a moment she huffed, rubbing her temples before turning back to Ken, "Uhmm, hey why don't you just come inside and set those down while I look for my wallet? It shouldn't take long, promise," she offered, already turning on her heel and trotting back into the apartment.

Ken stood for a moment, unsure of what exactly he should do, pretty sure that by policy he technically wasn't supposed to go inside. However, his urge to be polite and amenable won out in the end, so he slowly stepped through the door, toeing off his shoes and walking through the hall to the kitchen. It was a spacious apartment by city standards, though the kitchen itself was only a short walk from the genkan. It was nice, Ken thought as he looked around, seeing the newest appliances and fine collection of movies, though he did note the amount of pink and leopard print that gave away some of the woman's taste. It was a bit messy, but Ken assumed she just hadn't got to cleaning up yet, something that he thought about doing once he got home.

"You uhh… you have a nice place," Ken remarked, trying to make idle commentary as he saw Miss Ayase out of the corner of his eye, bent over and searching for her wallet, the small gym shorts she was wearing highlighting the curve of her round ass—

"Ah! Umm, yeah, I am so sorry about the mess," she started, pausing her search casting a quick glance back to look around the living area, before continuing her search amongst the couch cushions. "It would normally be a lot cleaner, promise! I just… had to kick someone out today…" she defended, though she had no need to, almost mumbling towards the end.

Ken quirked an eyebrow at that, sliding the meal out of his delivery bag while he spoke. "How come? were they doing something bad?" he asked, curious as he looked around. It seemed she did a good job of removing their presence, Ken wouldn't have been able to even tell another person had lived here until today apparently.

Miss Ayase let out a chuckle, a cold and mirthless thing, and shook her head. "Oh yeah, the worst thing. My shitty ass ex. Went out to brunch with him and everything, only to find out that he was a fucking cheater that shit-talked me and called me ugly to his buddies. But, you probably don't want to hear about that," she explained, cutting her tirade short at the end and standing up huffing. Mumbling something about her still missing wallet.

Ken tilted his head, look at her with curious, empathetic eyes. "Woah, what a douche. I mean, who could look at you and say that you're ugly," he sympathized and Momo stumbled a bit, shooting him a sideways glance, stunned and confused, before smirking and just as quickly turning back to her search.

"I know right? Total asshole!" Miss Ayase giggled, circling around to search through the kitchen. "And honestly, I should have seen it sooner. The dude was constantly on his phone texting other people or staying late at work. It was total horseshit," she ranted, spinning around and throwing her hands up in frustration with a grunt.

Ken watched as she stomped out of the kitchen and down the hall to, presumably her bedroom, continuing her search for her missing wallet. "So he lived at your place and still thought that he would be able to get away with that stuff?" he asked, albeit rhetorically. "He probably had a little too much confidence…"

He heard Miss Ayase giggle from down the hall, accompanied by the sound of shuffling. "I know right‽ I honestly should have broken up with him before now— aha!" she exclaimed, jogging back down the hall with a large zebra print wallet in hand. "But that would require me having more foresight, I guess. Anyway, so sorry for the wait, I know you probably have a lot of other stuff to do," she said, holding out her payment.

Ken shook his head and smiled at her, chuckling to himself. "Oh, no it's no issue, Miss Ayase! I promise. The shop is… actually really slow. You're probably… no, most definitely my last delivery for the night," he explained, moving a hand up to take the money, bumping Miss Ayase's hand with his own and muttering an apology. "So it's not like you were taking up my time. Besides, it seems like you needed someone to talk to and I'm glad I lend an ear."

She smiled at him as he said that, a (cut, adorable) cherry red blush spreading across her face. "Umm, well, if you've got the time, would you wanna like… sit and chat? I've got some movies that I've been watching and well, you see that I've got some food," she asked with a small chuckle at the end, her tone all of a sudden meek and almost scared. Ken stared at her open mouthed for a moment while she fiddled with her bangs and refused to make eye contact with him, surprised, and more at the fact that a woman, a frankly gorgeous woman was asking to spend more time with him. "Shit, I'm sorry, that was super presumptuous of me. You've probably got some more stuff to do—" she began to ramble, obviously nervous and fearful of his rejection. As if he would reject her.

Ken put his hands up, shaking his head in protest. "Oh- no, it's- I have time Miss Ayase! I could sit and chat!" he cut her off, blush immediately creeping down his face because holy shit way to make yourself not seem desperate to hang out with the pretty lady, Ken! And then the realization that he was going to be alone in an apartment with a woman who had recently broken up with a shitty ex hit him even harder and Ken could swear he'd seen this exact plot somewhere before, somewhere on the internet.

However, Miss Ayase beamed back at him, positively glowing with enthusiasm and tossing her hands up into the air with a small "woohoo!" With exuberant speed, she pushed Ken to sit down on the couch and brought the food over, moving herself to the row of DVDs that sat on the TV stand. "I've got a lotta stuff for us to watch. How do you feel about Ken Takakura flicks?" she asked, which caused Ken to look up in confusion for a moment.

"I didn't…Oh! You mean the actor!" he realized.

Miss Ayase chuckled, continuing to flick through the shelf of DVDs. "Well yeah, of course. Who else would I be talking about?" she jokingly asked.

"Well… me? I guess?" Ken answered in turn.

Miss Ayase went alarmingly still for a moment, as if she had been frozen in place. And then, slowly, she turned to face Ken, looking him dead in the eyes with an expressionless face. "…Shut up, that is not your name!"

Someway, somehow, Momo had ended up sitting next to a pizza delivery boy named Ken Takakura on her couch watching Alien of all movies. Alien. Nothing against the movie, it's just that sci-fi was never really her genre. Yet somehow, this boy that she had met an hour and a half prior had convinced her to find it out one of the myriad streaming platforms she paid for (gotta have all the basses covered) and turn it on to watch.

Though for the majority of the time, she hadn't been paying the closest attention to the film itself, honestly. Instead, she was talking back and forth with Ken, who had engaged and actually listened to her on a host of topics. From aliens to ghosts (even though that fucker mocked her!) to their favorite movies to, now, her dumbass ex boyfriend.

"Oh, and get this, for our one year anniversary a few months back, I got him this big elaborate set of woodcarving tools because I knew he like to woodwork. Cost me like 60000 yen!" Momo enthusiastically told him, hands frantically miming her words. "And you wanna know what he gets me?"

Ken sat forward, clutching the beer can Momo had given him earlier in one hand, he had slowly been nursing it throughout their conversation. "Mhmm! I absolutely wanna know, though I doubt it was anything good," he affirmed, slowly lifting the can up and taking a sip, Momo's eyes tracking down to the slant of his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank.

Shaking whatever thoughts and feelings she had all of a sudden gained out of her head, Momo rapidly tapped his thigh for emphasis. "He got me a set of pots and pans. A cheap set too! One of the ones that only costs you 8000 yen and breaks down after a year!" she grouched, taking a very proper and ladylike swig of her own beer.

"Wow, what a douche," Ken chuckled, shaking his head. "So you got him all this stuff, let him stay here, and were this… amazing attentive girlfriend, and he still cheated on you and called you ugly behind your back?" he asked incredulously, Momo not missing the way his eyes tracked up and down her body as he said so.

"Yes, he did, the idiot!" Momo groaned, setting her drink down so to better use her hands in speech. "And it's like, I know I've got a little more weight! But all the best guys know that it just is better to hold, right?!" she began to rant, Ken nodding fervently in agreement. She continued, "But like, to say that I am ugly is crazy! Like I look good, I know that! Like, don't you think I'm pretty?" She realized she was fishing for compliments at this point, but she didn't particularly care, she needed to prove a point (mainly to herself).

Ken stared into her eyes with this zealous fervency and he was silent for a moment. "Yeah… you're gorgeous," he said so quietly it was almost a whisper, though that did nothing to lessen the impact it had on Momo, plucking at her heartstrings, his words a professional harpist.

Momo sputtered and coughed for a moment as she tried to find her words, quirking an eyebrow and looking back at Ken. "Oh… you think I'm gorgeous, do you? We've got a natural smooth-talker over here!" she teased, Ken shaking his head and groaning in embarrassment, and she shifted her weight to lean onto the back of the couch more. "What, do you think I'm sexy too?" she pushed further, mostly in an effort to see how far she could tease before he'd push back.

He gulped and his eyes tracked down Momo's form, pausing once clearly at the valley of her cleavage in her overlarge shirt and then continuing down before pausing once again at the exposed flesh of her thighs. Finally, his gaze flicked back up and Momo finally observed the redness in his face. "Umm… y-yes…. I think you're really sexy, Miss Ayase," he firmly responded.

Momo's jaw dropped and all she could do was stare for a moment as the neurons in her brain tried to refire while new pathways were created. God, this boy was way too honest. He hadn't even finished the one beer. Was he that much of a lightweight? Blinking and clearing her throat, Momo dared to scoot closer to where Ken was on the couch. "Oh really?" she purred with much more confidence than she felt, her heart rapidly increasing its pace. "What part of me do you find sexy?" she questioned, placing a soft hand onto Ken's thigh.

He drew in a shuddering breath, his gaze shooting downward. Gripping at the couch cushions as he squirmed in his seat, Ken's chest heaved as his breathing became harder. Eventually, he looked back up at Momo, knuckles white with strain from his hold on the plushness below. "It— I… I find all of you sexy, Miss Ayase. But I… I really like your breasts and— and your thighs," he whispered, like he was harboring dangerous secrets and guarding sensitive intel, with a voice that dripped desire.

Momo drew in a deep breath, biting her bottom lip and looking at Ken through hooded eyelids. "Call me Momo," she husked, dragging her nails up and down his thigh and sparking tension in his form. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she didn't want it to stop.

"M— Momo," he whimpered, actually whimpered, her name, his body both tensing and relaxing under her touch. It sent a heady stream of arousal directly to her brain and Momo nearly grabbed him by his collar to drag him to her bedroom then and there, but she wanted to make absolute certain that this was… a mutual desire.

"You said that you like my boobs and my thighs, right?" she cooed, still tracing patterns along Ken's thigh, noticing the way the fold of the denim at his crotch shifted and twitched. He nodded fervently, breath hitching with each delicate graze. "Do you wanna touch em?" she breathed, her hand stilling as she looked back into his eyes, wide and needy.

Ken looked into her eyes with need and adoration, a violent blush spread across his features, and slowly nodded. Momo drew in a deep breath, a sultry smirk blooming on her face. Carefully, she took the drink out of Ken's hand and set it down on the coffee table, moving even closer to him on the couch, to the point that their thighs were touching. Then, she planted her hands on his and, with a gentle tug, brought them forward, dragging them up her body and across the curves of her form. She deposited one of his hands at the thickest part of her thighs, forcing the hand to squeeze ever so slightly, while she carried the other up and past her belly and waist, letting him feel her form beneath the cloth, and then dropping it at the crest of her breasts.

Ken bit his lip, his body completely still, trembling as he took in deep and ragged breaths. "Go on… feel me up, Ken" she mewled, practically purring his name and reveling in the way he jolted and a low whine rumbled in his throat. Tenderly, he began to drag his hand softly up the soft muscle and curve of her thighs, feeling the soft skin and plushness of her flesh beneath his fingertips. Just as softly, he cupped one of her clothed breasts in one large hand, fingers squeezing gently and rolling in pattern. The motions drew a soft groan from Momo, who closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of these tender touches.

"Mmm, fuck…" she whimpered, Ken's tender hands both sparking flames of desire across her form, but also entirely too soft and gentle. Looking up at him as she lounged back onto the armrest of the sofa, she placed her hand over Ken's wrist, wrapping her fingers around it even as he gasped, and pressing his digits harder into her flesh. "You can be a bit rougher… I want you to be a bit rougher," she whispered.

Ken looked at her with a haze behind his eyes and his mouth parted ever so slightly. He followed Momo's instruction, pushing his fingers harder into her skin and pulling a moan of approval from her lips. "Oh, God…" he rasped while he continued his ministrations, hands fondling and massaging her legs and breasts, studying her reactions with rapt attention and fervor. Momo was reveling in the attention, rolling her body into his touch and letting soft gasps and moans spill forth from her lips like water from a pail. Slowly, tenderly, she brought her own hands back up and placed them on Ken's shoulder's drawing his attention and making him look her in the eye where he meet her sharp, lustful gaze.

"Come closer? I wanna touch you? Can I touch you?" she moaned as he never stopped his touch, biting her lip and looking him dead in the eye.

"Fuck— yes, God— fuck, yes, of course you can," he breathed, shifting his hands and scrambling to get closer. Momo pushed herself up and wrapped a leg around Ken, pulling him inward where their hips slotted together and she felt the delightful press of his clothed hardness against her core, the obvious desire, need, and ache sending a rush of dopamine straight to her skull. He bucked once against her, the rub of fabric sending shocks through both of them and causing groans in tandem. "Ah— Holy shit— fuck, I'm sorry—" he began to apologize, but was quickly shushed by Momo bringing a finger up to his lips and pressing it against them.

"Uh-uh, no," she scolded, bringing that same hand downward and across his chest, dragging it down his torso, nails scraping against the exposed skin of his abdomen where his shirt rode up and drawing a long groan from him, and then finally reaching the cloth of his jeans where it clung tight to his straining length. "None of that, okay? Now keep doing what you were doing," she stated, wrapping her fingers around the stretch of denim that concealed him and causing his back to arch.

Ken drew in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes and obviously stilling himself, trying to keep from thrusting into Momo's hand. "Oooohhhh, fffuuuuck, Yes ma'am, shit!" he moaned, his hands now wantonly roaming her body and inspecting every curve, ridge and valley of her flesh. Momo did much the same, one hand focused on inspecting every bump and vein she could feel through the fabric of his pants, while her other hand traced and grabbed at Ken's side, feeling his body and pulling him closer to her, pressing their foreheads together.

"Mmm, need to feel more," Momo murmured, arching into Ken as she traced her hands back down to his waist and feeling at the skin that was showing on his abdomen. "Fuck— can I, Ken? You can too. Really wanna feel more of you… wanna kiss you, too," she mewled in between deep breaths, Ken's breath hot on her face and his hot on hers. Ken keened and gasped at the touch of her fingers on him and he nodded his head vigorously.

"Shit— Please do," he begged, his breathing ragged and voice hoarse before being cut off by the crush of Momo's lips against his. It was desperate and needy and divine, the feel of their mouths against each other, hungrily swallowing up their breaths and still wanting more. Momo slipped a hand beneath Ken's shirt, trailing along spine and committing every inch if his form to memory like charting a map of his body, while her other hand fumbled with the buckle of his belt and the button of his jeans. Finally, she managed to free the goddamned clasp that blocked her from her prize and she palmed Ken though his underwear, feeling the wet stickiness at the head of his clothed dick as her fingers traced teasing, loving circles around the girth of his dick. It made him whimper into the kiss and Momo pushed even harder back into it, the need to take this boy into her being growing more by the second.

Finally, Ken slipped his hand beneath Momo's shirt, his digits drawing a tantalizing path up her body and to her breasts, setting fire along her skin in their wake. When they reached her breasts, Ken placed his palms over the soft mounds of flesh and firmly but tenderly squeezed, making Momo buck forward into his touch, chasing more of that feeling of him on her body. His fingers began to work like magic, squeezing into the supple skin of her breasts and massage the muscle with grace yet force, sending lightning through Momo's entire being. Momo moaned into Ken's mouth, removing her hand from his crotch which earned her a needy whine, only to be replaced by a wanton moan into her mouth as she brought him down and pressed their hips together once more, grinding onto his concealed erection and moaning in delight at the amazing friction it provided.

"Holy fuck— God!" Momo moaned as she broke away, desperately catching her breath before she dove back in to the kiss. Ken ground up against her, rubbing his barely concealed, throbbing cock against the hidden fold of her pussy and just barely rutting into her thigh, chasing the feel of her. God, she was going insane with feeling. Pleasure, need, desire, want; all coalescing into this marvelous high that was having her head swimming in ecstasy.

A loud ringing sounded off in their ears, an eerie musical cue that Momo could swear she'd heard before in a meme somewhere. She felt Ken tense and grunt, whining into the kiss as he turned his eyes to the coffee table. With a soft whine, he pulled away and sat up between Momo's legs, Momo whimpering from the loss of lips on hers. "God fucking dammit!" she whined, slamming a fist onto the couch cushions.

"Shit, sorry, Miss— Momo," Ken whispered, adjusting his glasses on his face to peer at the contact ringing on his phone. Quickly, he grabbed it and cursed himself once more. "Shit, my boss— Umm, h-hey! Mr. Zuma, yes?" he answered looking to the wall before he turned his gaze back down to Momo. "Oh, no, I'm fine! Sorry for not coming back to the shop, is everything okay?"

Momo furrowed her brow in frustration; this could take ages! She needed to feel him, to chase that friction, have that pressure on and around her again. With a devious smirk, she pressed herself forward, sliding her clothed pussy down his still rock-hard, twitching dick. She bit her lip and stifled a moan, looking up at Ken who inhaled sharply, choking on a groan that threatened to escape his throat. He looked down at Momo with bewilderment, and she smirked back up at him, grinding on him again and watching as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he struggled to remain quiet.

"Hrrk—! Huh?! Oh no, I'm fine, Mr. Zuma!" he choked out, bringing his fist up to his mouth and biting it in an attempt to muffle the sounds Momo was pulling from him with each roll of her hips. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, desperate and pleading; to stop or keep going though she was unsure, he might have been unsure as well. "Mmm— Mhmm! Yeah, no I t—totally get it! C—could you just…. clock me out? …Alright, thanks so much... I'll— hngh! I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Zuma! Okay, bye!" Finally he pulled the phone away from his mouth and hung up the call, throwing his head back and letting a long groan pass through his lips and rumble in his chest.

"Holy fuck… you almost got me in so much trouble, Miss Ayase," he gasped, his hips chasing Momo's and beginning to grind in tandem.

She grumbled in response, pushing onto him even harder and making them both moan with desperate need. "I told you— God… I told you to call me Momo," she protested. Ken slowly brought his head back to meet Momo's gaze with a soft smile, annoyed yet endeared, the constant rub of fabric on both of them bringing them closer to that peak of insanity. "You wanna be inside me?" she blurted out without a second thought, quickly biting her lip at the bluntness of her question and how easily it showcased her want of him in the moment.

Ken's eyes went wide behind his round glasses and his breath hitched, his hips bucking once into Momo and his cock twitching in earnest interest. "Do you… want me to be inside you?" he gulped, his breathing quickening as he slowed his grind to a gentle, tender caress of his length across her covered, scorching heat.

Momo searched his eyes, lost in the dark oak coloration of his irises as she contemplated his every feature. "My bedroom," she said, though it was more of a command; 'come with me'. Ken sucked in a sharp breath and wasted no time in helping Momo up from her laying position, all too willingly allowing himself to be dragged along when Momo shot up from the couch and grabbed his wrist. She giggled in delight, pulling the boy to her bedroom and opening the door before playfully shoving him back onto the freshly made pink zebra print blankets of her bad.

Ken stared at her longingly, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at her through hooded eyelids. Momo bit her lip, a devious smile growing across her face, and she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. With tantalizing slowness, Momo dragged the shorts past her hips and down her legs, exposing her bare cunt to the open air, puffy and red with arousal, and silently reveled in the way Ken's eyes blew wide and his pupils dilated as he took her in, a soft "Fuck…" pulling from his lips. She felt even more warmth flow through her and rush of arousal was sent straight to her head, making her step forward and kneel down in front of the bed, placing her hands on Ken's waist and fiddling with the waistband.

He gasped, sharp and surprised and needy, staring into her eyes while she began to drag the waist band down, the fabric straining against his erect cock and pulling it down before it popped over his length. Oh, the delivery boy was packing. Momo's lips parted in wonder, studying the size of Ken's throbbing cock that stood before her. Long and thick, definitely bigger than her ex, somewhere on the right end of the bell curve when it came to size. Tenderly, Momo brought her lips up and placed a soft and wet kiss to the head, which drew a long groan from Ken who threw his head back in anticipation.

Then, his hand was suddenly in front of his length, holding Momo at bay while his chest heaved and he shook his head. "W—wait… waitwaitwait," he huffed, sitting up and looking at Momo with pleading eyes. Momo's pace quickened, anxiety spiking through her. Shit, she'd been too pushy, hadn't she? She pulled back and began to get ready to apologize, when Ken's voice cut through the din once again, "Wanna… wanna make you feel good. Want to— need to taste you… Please, Momo," he pleaded. It made Momo pause, unconsciously bringing a hand up to fiddle with her bangs. She gave him a small nod, and tapped his legs, urging him to move and was surprised when he made no effort to.

She gave him a puzzled look as she began to stand, leaning over the bed. "If you wanna taste me I'm gonna need you to move so I can lay down," she giggled, only to be met with a firm shake of his head as he lounged further back, motioning for her to come closer.

"Uh-uh… want you to… sit on my face," he damn near growled, looking at Momo with hungry, lustful eyes. Momo thought he looked like a man starved and he had just realized she was a feast prepared by gourmet chefs, it sent a flush down her entire being and made her that much wetter at the thought. Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, assisted by Ken's large, calloused hands, his fingers spread across the plushness of her thighs. Shifting himself, he continued to maneuver Momo until she was positioned above him, his breaths hot on her throbbing cunt as she hovered over him. "Are you comfortable?" he breathed.

Momo nodded, looking down at as much of as he could, which happened to really only barely be his eyes and curly tresses. "Yeah, I'm comfortable— hooooly shit," she moaned, shocked at the electric feeling of Ken eagerly lapping at her pussy, the broad flat of his tongue traveling up once and smoothing over her clit in a manner that sent thunder rocketing through her. She felt him plant gentle kisses all along her heat, a soft and tender loving that made her feel like she was going to combust.

Slowly, she brought her weight further down, pressing her cunt into Ken's mouth and feeling the rumble of his pleased groan flow through her body. He continued to lap at her pussy, pressing his tongue against her slick folds and slurping up her wetness and juices with zealous fervor. Fuck, he really liked eating pussy, Momo could tell. He didn't have the greatest technique but he was eager and hungry, his need so ready and apparent it made Momo's head spin. It was too spread out, though, not enough focus on the area she needed. She tried to say as much.

"F— fuck, need— clit, more, shit! Higher, fuck—! Clit, focus!" she moaned. Eh, close enough.

Mercifully, Ken seemed to get the picture, and he smoothed his tongue up her folds, searching and investigating, before he finally seemed to find that sensitive bud. Teasingly, as if testing the waters for her reactions, he pressed his lips to enclose it and lapped at it with his tongue. It drew a soft mewl from Momo, who ground her hips further into Ken's face. It was soft, too soft and she pressed onto him in an attempt to further increase the pressure. The second time he licked, he placed more pressure, causing Momo to shudder and grip at his hair. Better, terrific, but still not enough. However, she was not capable of forming full sentences at the moment, so inebriated with need she was, so she didn't have the best method to convey that to him. The third time however, he closed his lips further around and gently sucked in her clit while he lapped at it with his tongue, and it made Momo see stars.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, her legs clamping shut around Ken's head and pulling at his tresses, which apparently pleased Ken, as he let out a low moan into Momo's pussy. Once she managed to regain control of her senses, she ground down onto Ken's lips, whispering, "F—fuck.. just like that, yeah?"

And Momo would bet money that he took that advice to heart, as he began to suck and lap at her pussy with immaculate attention and pressure, delivering shockwaves of pleasure throughout Momo's entire system and forcing her lips open to release moans of cries of ecstasy. Her legs felt like gelatin and she nearly collapsed her full body weight onto him (which he might not have minded, given how strongly the one hand he had on her thigh was gripping her, pulling her down to have her cunt devoured with a ravenous hunger) , only just managing to avoid doing so by catching herself on the headboard with a shaky arm. Fuck she was damn near in heaven, it was desperate and needy and so fucking good.

The feel of Ken's tongue on her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth with starving fervor, spread warmth throughout all of Momo's being and she began to feel that coil in her stomach wind tighter. Her breath hitched and she shoved his face into her cunt, grinding on his tongue and letting wanton moans and curses slip from her lips. "Fuck—! Shit, close!" she hissed, her thighs slowly squeezing tighter around Ken's head as the pressure built. Sensation drew in from the extremities of her body, welling into a tight ball in the bottom of her abdomen, connected straight to her clit which was experiencing an ascension to divinity.

And when the pressure exploded, Momo came apart at the seams, sucking in a sharp breath and throwing her head back in ecstasy as white exploded behind her eyes. She was vaguely aware she was making some sort of noise, but she only felt the all encompassing bloom of her orgasm crash into her like waves against the shore. The sensation filled her and spread warmth through her entire being, stealing the breath from her lungs and sending her into outer fucking space, before sending her hurtling back down and slamming back into her body.

Her chest heaved with her breath and her head spun, reeling from the force of her orgasm. "Holy shit," she gasped. Drearily, she felt a soft rhythmic tap at her thigh and she looked down to see Ken's glasses halfway off of his head, his face squished between her thighs. Hurriedly, she relaxed her legs, shifting back to allow Ken to breathe and see his face. He stared up at the ceiling, a blissful smile on his face while he took deep and shuddering breaths. "Proud of yourself, sir?" she giggled, tapping on his arm lightly.

He languidly swiveled his head to look at her, his pupils still blown wide, and his gaze softened with precious adoration. "Did you feel good, Momo?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain. Momo chuckled and gave him a tongue-pinching smile, nodding her head. He laughed, tossing his head back. "That's good… I wanna keep making you feel good,"

Momo snorted and rolled her eyes while she lightly pushed his had, giggling to herself. "Well, I wanna make you feel good as well, can I?" she purred, scraping her nails down the side of Ken's torso and smiling as he shivered underneath her touch.

"God! Yes— shit! Fuck, anything you want, Momo!" he gasped, blurting out his willingness. "Just— good God… I need to… clean up," he breathed, looking away and blushing with embarrassment. It made Momo tilt her head in confusion as she mouthed his words. Clean up, what did he mean by clean up? She brought the hand that had been clawing loving scratches at Ken back, placing it on his stomach and watching him jolt at the contact. In some few spots on her hand she felt small pools of liquid, sticky and slightly viscous. Turning her body, to get a better view, she spied splashes of white across Ken's stomach, that same liquid trailing down his still rock-solid cock. At some point, Ken had came and Momo realized now why she had only felt one hand on her thigh while her pussy was getting devoured.

Smiling, she turned back to face Ken, smirking down at him and bringing the hand she had touched his stomach with up. She studied his reactions as she spread her finger's apart, ropes of cum stringing between her digits, and brought her tongue out to lick it off her hand. He silently cursed, his eyes blown wide and staring at Momo with ferocious intensity, making her feel compelled to go even further, taking her finger into her mouth one by one to lick the clean, swallowing his seed and savoring in its salty taste. It didn't taste much different from other guys' (bitter, salty, incredibly strong), but something about it being his, being Ken's, made Momo want swallow it all and make him watch her debauchery.

Slowly, she lifted off of Ken and moved down to the edge of the bed, tracing his sides with her fingers and making him tremble. When she finally reached his hips, she gripped him in both her hands and held him in place while she loomed over him. Then, she bent down and pressed her tongue to his stomach, drawing a path over his belly and licking up his spend. He shuddered, taking in deep breaths as he watched her actions and arched into the scrape of her tongue on his skin. Finally, she worked her way down, her tongue still carving a path in her wake, and followed the trail his seed up the ridge of his dick, licking up his shaft. She swirled her tongue around tip of his cock, holding back a sadistic giggle as he bucked up into the sensation, and looked him in his eyes, a sultry and devious expression across her features. Then, she brought her mouth over the head, and took it in her mouth, softly sucking and smoothing her tongue over its texture.

An overlong moan rumbled from the cavities of Ken's chest and escaped his lips, only serving to spur Momo onward as she brought her head down further onto his thick cock. She got a little more than halfway, stopping just shy of when she knew her gag reflex would toss her off, and swirled her tongue around his length once and pulling another groan of ecstasy from him before she dragged her head off his dick. She held him in one hand, lightly tapping her face with his now slick member, and gave him a tongue-out smile. "All clean!" she cooed.

Ken let out a shuddering huff, draping his arm over his eyes. "F—fuck, you're gonna kill me…" he whimpered. It made Momo giggle once more and she crawled up the bed to plant a soft kiss to on his mouth. Ken softly groaned into the kiss, chasing her lips as she pulled back ever so slightly. Gently, Momo grabbed at his collar, pulling him up to meet her as she began to flip their bodies. She slotted him between her legs, feeling his cock rub against the slickness of her dripping pussy and letting out a soft mewl into his mouth that he greedily swallowed up while he showcased his own desire, his cock twitching with interest at the lips of her cunt.

"Mmm, fuck… pants, all the way off," Momo husked, breaking away from the chase of Ken's mouth and nipping at his bottom lip, "Need you inside me, Ken, need it so bad." She rolled her hips up once, sighing in contentment as the friction of his length against her sent electricity coursing through her veins. Ken whimpered, his hips bucking twice against her before he buried his face in the crook of her neck where he nodded against her. He shifted, keeping his face firmly planted into her while he placed soft kisses and sucked at her skin, and brought his hands down to his waist, wiggling his way out of his jeans. Momo helped him, reaching down and pushing down the garment as well and helping him kick the useless cloth onto the floor.

She placed a hand at Ken's hips, dragging up the side of his torso and rounding to his belly before she slid her hand down, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock. She pumped him once, slow and languid, savoring the way he shook and moaned. "Are you ready?" she asked, whispering into his ear and pulling him up, forcing him to look at her. He looked needy and pitiful, and so utterly wrecked, gazing longingly into Momo's eyes.

"Yes… God, yes… please, Momo…" he pleaded, closing his eyes as if praying before an altar of divinity.

Guiding him gently, she positioned him at the entrance to her heat, dragging the tip of his head along her cunt and collecting her wetness to lubricate him, sending shock of pleasure racketing through the both of them. With a soft tug, she urged him forward, and his hips slowly pushed into her, her pussy crowning around the head of his cock and finally giving her what she was looking for. "Fuuuck, slowly, now," she murmured, slowly guiding him further into the scorching heat and basking in the feeling; the stretch, the fullness, the pressure and the ecstasy. God she still had her hand wrapped around the base and he already felt so fucking divine, the noises spilling from his lips furthering her own pleasure as she listened to him come apart at the seams, cursing and whimpering with each careful centimeter he sunk inside her.

"Oh God, thank you thank you thank you," she moaned softly, watching his length continue to disappear further inside her, bumping into her cervix and sending a sharp delightful jolt through her body. After a few precious seconds of pushing, even past the point where Momo would have thought she was completely full, Ken hilted himself inside of her and paused with a shuddering groan. Momo's eyes rolled back into her head, her nails biting into the skin of Ken's forearm as he clutched him for support. "Holy fuck, dude— Shit, you feel amazing," she hissed, grinding her hips against his and moaning at the sensation while Ken nearly collapsed on top of her.

He grunted in exertion, one hand snapping to Momo's waist and holding her in place while he struggled to contain himself. "Fuck! God— Hold on, Momo! Please!" he cried out, gasping for air and shutting his eyes in concentration, "Shit! You're gonna make me cum if you move anymore right now!"

Fuck, a small, sadistic, damn near evil part of Momo wished he did. She wanted to drag her hips up his length and slam back down; wanted to listen to the echo of his moans as he spilled himself inside her, mumbling pleas and offers of worship; wanted to make him crumble and grovel from her touch and still beg for the feel and taste of her. How long could he last? Would he let her keep going if he did; let her roll against him and continue through his orgasm and the pleasureful pain of overstimulation?

Tentatively, Momo slowly brought her hips up, sliding along Ken's cock and feeling every twitch and throb as she did so. "Oh, really?" she cooed with a devious lilt to her voice before she slammed her hips back, taking all of Ken once more and moaning at the way she felt so fucking full. Ken groaned and threw his head back, trying weakly to hold Momo in place but failing at he brought his torso back up.

"Shit, Momo! Fuck, I just said— hrrk!" he tried to whine before Momo began to rock her hips against him, pulling some few heavenly inches out of her pussy before taking him back in. "Oh God! M—Momo, Please! I.. I can't hold— fuck!" he cried, his hips betraying his protests and shallowly thrusting into Momo, chasing the sensation of her cunt wrapped around him.

"You said… that— fuck… You wanted to make me feel good, right?" Momo teased, continuing the slow roll of her hips, listening to the slick sounds of her heat gliding up Ken's dick. "Well, I got something to ask of you then, Ken"

Ken whimpered, chewing on his bottom lip in focus, obviously trying not to empty himself in Momo. "Fuck, anything, Momo. I'll do it," he promised, bracing himself with one arm against the mattress, his form looming over Momo. It should have been a crime how good he looked like this above her; slick with sweat and concentration, so wrecked and wretched. It made Momo want to break him down even further.

Momo smiled at him, bringing a hand up to his caress his cheek and leaning up to plant a soft yet hungry kiss to his lips. Pulling away, she whispered onto his mouth, "Then be a good boy and fuck me like you mean it. Make me cum again, Ken."

Momo watched as Ken's eyes dilated like a predator spotting a vulnerable piece of prey, and he mumbled a simple "Okay," before one large hand wrapped around the side of her hips, fingers digging into her love handles. Slowly, he pushed himself back out, trembling at the effort it took to hold himself together, and paused just at the apex of his shaft. Then, he rammed his hips back into her, sending a jolt through Momo's body and causing her to arch her back into the feeling while a half-yelp, half-moan escaped her.

He moved like the waves of the ocean crashing into the shore; rough, unrefined, at speeds both too slow and more than she could handle. Thrusting into her with a religious need, he cradled her in his hands like a sacred artefact the he would not dare to tarnish in anyway; all while he worshiped her form with his rough, carnal desire. Momo's soft moans and mewls were met in the air by Ken's own grunts and cries of pleasure, intertwining in a symphony of noise; the slap of skin against skin, the wet squelch of where their bodies met and consumed each other, their combined aroused and pleased moans.

God, Momo was coming apart at the seams, he felt way too good, she was not expecting this. He was obviously inexperienced, unsure of his movements and a bit stiff. But he clearly wanted to make Momo feel as great as he did, and he was obviously aware of how to use his side to his advantage. Momo groaned and squealed every time the head of his dick would tap and grind against her cervix, shivers of pleasure chasing down her spine. Fuck, he could go a while for someone who was supposedly so close to cumming. She just needed him to giver her a bit more…

In lieu of asking him to, seeing how far gone he obviously was, Momo reached out and grabbed the arm Ken's arm, the one that wasn't gripping lovingly at her side. Slowly, with her attention split between Ken's erratic thrusts and actual motor coordination, she brought his hand to her pussy, maneuvering his hand to rest his thumb on top of her clit and hoping he'd get the picture. She was graciously rewarded when after a second of confusion, he started to rub his thumb in small circles on the bud of her pleasure. Holy shit, she was in heaven. Her pussy clenched around Ken and she felt like she was floating Cloud Nine, all of her body encompassed in pleasure.

Ken's hips stuttered for a moment as choked gasp worked it way out of his throat. "Gah! Fuck— Momo, shit, if you keep clenching like that I'm gonna—!" he tried to warn, his strokes becoming jerky and even more erratic as his climax obviously fast approached, his cock throbbing in Momo's core. "Oh, Fuck! I can't—! Shit, Momo, I'm cumming—!" he managed to grunt out before a strangled moan ripped from his very soul escaped his mouth and he nearly collapsed, his orgasm slamming into him like landslide of pleasure. Momo felt him throb and pulse inside of her, moaning with pleasure and delight as he painted her insides.

Ken stilled for a moment, shuddering and breathing heavily, gulping air into his lungs. Momo tilted her head at him, the question "You okay, handsome?" slipping out of her mouth before she could think better of it. Just then, she felt the slide of Ken's cock in her pussy, and almost groaned in displeasure (though she did cum already, so she couldn't be too mad), before Ken's thumb resumed its stimulating ministrations of her clit and he slammed back into her, a sharp moan slipping from Momo.

"N—no… You still— Shit! You told me to make you cum again, Momo," he whimpered, his hips falling into a jerky roll as he continued to fuck her even through the aftershocks of his orgasm. "So I still… Fuck! I still have to make you cum again! I said I would!" he cried out through raucous gasps and sobs of pleasure, still thrusting into her and rubbing at her clit.

'Eager to please and sticks to his word? Damn, I hit the jackpot,' Momo thought as she moaned Ken's names, his motions drawing pleas, and cries of appreciation from her throat. Even with his obviously strained movements, he was doing extraordinarily well, and Momo once again (fuck, when had she been that close?) felt that coil in her stomach begin to wind tighter. "Oh, fuck… m'close, Ken… shit— keep going, fuck!"

Ken's movements began to even out and that same hunger returned to his voice, rumbling through Momo's mind. "Fuck… Please cum, Momo… Need you to feel good, need you to cum around my cock, pleasepleaseplease cum, so fucking gorgeous," he mumbled, delirious and needy. God, it made Momo that much closer and she squealed as he began to grind the head of his dick against her cervix once more.

The next second, Momo's orgasm snuck up on her, a tidal wave of overwhelming pleasure that crashed into her from behind and drowned her in a haze of ecstasy, her back arching off the mattress and her eyes widening as the sensation coursed through her veins. This time she was actually able to hear the loud, overlong squeals and moans that she was making, but very much couldn't control them as she clenched around Ken's throbbing cock, feeling tremors of pleasure rocket through her body.

Finally, she flopped back down onto the bed with a soft thud, chest heaving as she tried catch her breath and stop the world from spinning around her ('When had the ceiling light fallen to the floor?'). Distantly, she felt the slide of Ken's cock slowly pull out of her and she groaned at how empty she now felt. "Holy shit… Dude, you fucked me dizzy," Momo chuckled, bringing a hand up to clutch her forehead as she tried to sit up.

She felt Ken's hand on her back and the next second, he was right next to her, guiding her up into a sitting position. "W—woah! Careful, Miss Ayase…," he muttered, holding her stable. "Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he asked, his voice soft and genuine.

Momo giggled softly, dragging her hand down her face and placing it on Ken's chest as she turned to face him. "Yeah… yeah, I'm okay, Ken. You were great; more than great actually," she affirmed,rubbing small circles into his chest and grinning at the soft smile that formed on his face. She leaned her head against him and closed her eyes, muttering a soft thanks as she took a breath, then sighing in contentment when she felt his arms wrap around her.

It was soft and gentle and filled her with this warm fuzzy feeling. She knew what that feeling was of course, but had felt it so rarely with any of her boyfriends; safety. So often did she feel she constantly had to fight for their attention that she never did feel safe or secure in their relationship. Yet, here she was, basking in the afterglow of sex with a pizza delivery boy she had just met, and he had been able to bring her what so many boyfriends could not. It was foolish, she knew so. He would have to leave and she'd probably never hear from him again, even she did ask for his number. But she kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the feeling while it lasted.

When she opened her eyes however, she was met with a big, but not unwelcome surprise. Ken was still hard. His length, red and engorged, twitched with interest in the air, at attention and ready. "You're still hard," Momo said matter of factly, looking back up into those coffee toned eyes of his and nearly snort at the blush that quickly overtook his features.

"Uhm, well… Y—you see… That's uuhhh…" he stammered, suddenly unable to make eye contact with Momo despite having been balls deep inside her and kissing her fucking cervix with his dick. "Well, I got… excited! …Again… while I was trying to make you cum! So it's, like— technically your fault!" he defended, as if he has been caught with his dick in his hand (harhar) and was trying to spin it around on the her. Momo couldn't help but laugh, much to Ken's protests.

Smoothly, she wrapped her arms around Ken's shoulders, bringing his lips down to meet hers. She savored the taste, swiping her tongue across his lips for entry and swallowing up his groan when he let her dive into his mouth with her tongue. God, she felt powerful; Like a goddess laying with her greatest worshiper and finest lover. Slowly, she pulled away and whispered onto his lips, "So it's my fault? Can I fuck you again to make it better?"

Ken bit a soft whimper, nodding his head against Momo eagerly. She let out a devious giggle, and grabbed at the hem of his shirt before pulling it up, urging him out of the garment. Once she got it above his head, she dove back into the kiss while she tossed the piece of clothing aside, hungrily claiming his mouth for her own. She guided him onto his back, never breaking away from the kiss as she straddled his legs and rubbed her dripping heat across aching shaft. God, she was so desperate for more; he'd already given her two orgasms, could he make it three?

Breaking away, she raked her nails across his chest, making him sharply inhale. With a devilish smirk, she brought her hands to the bottom of her own shirt and quickly brought it over head, throwing it to the wayside. Ken's eyes widened as he took in her fully nude form, jaw dropping in amazement. "God, you're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, charting a map of her body and committing it to memory with just her eyes.

Momo chuckled and rolled her hips along Ken's length, which twitched and throbbed with need; as if it was angry that it wasn't already inside her again. "You're pretty good looking yourself," Momo giggled, placing a hand on Ken's chest to lift herself up and angle him towards her entrance. "Now I'm gonna need you to do something, okay?" Momo began, rubbing the tip of Ken's dick across her folds, teasing him. "I'm gonna need you to not cum until, I say so, okay? I promise I'll make it worth your while. Can you do that for me?" she cooed, continuing her teasing and torture as she slowly and sadistically rubbed her thumb across the head of his overwrought cock.

Ken sucked in a sharp breath, shutting his eyes tightly in concentration. "Holy— Yes! Fuck, anything for you Momo! Just, please!" he begged, small pants and gasps escaping him as the stimulation overwhelmed him.

Momo smirked, stopping her movements with her hand and realigned Ken to her. "Good boy, Ken. Thank you so much," she purred, before she sunk down onto his cock. He gasped, his hips bucking up into Momo and hands snapping to her waist. She groaned at the feeling, reveling in the way he ground into her. Steadying herself with a hand on his chest, she slowly began to drag her self up his length and drop back down, moaning at the feel of her insides being stretched and the sensation of Ken at her deepest parts.

He gripped at her waist and rolled his hips up into her with every bounce, chasing the feel of her pussy wrapped around him and moaning with every bump into her deepest walls. "Shit! Oh fuck, I— Oh Gooood, Momo!" Fuck, he couldn't even form a full sentence, so last in pleasure he was. 'And I'm doing that to him," Momo thought.

The soft grind of her clit against Ken as she bounced on his dick made Momo feel light-headed, furthered by the taps against her deepest walls by his amazing cock. "God, you're fucking amazing, Ken," she gasped, shutting her eyes, she let herself fall into the sensation and the high it brought her; light moans and mewls spilling from her lips, mutters of praise for the boy beneath her mixed in to her symphony of pleasure.

Ken's hips stuttered once and Momo felt him throb inside her, a wonderful sensation, but one that she knew the meaning of. "Oh, God— Fuck, Momo! I'm close! So close!" he stuttered, the gentle roll of his hips becoming erratic jerks as he chased his nearing release. That wouldn't do for Momo. Gently, she leaned over and planted a chaste kiss to his lips, softly caressing his cheek and drawing his attention to her.

"Hey, remember what I said? No cumming," she cooed as she pulled away, her pace becoming more punishing as she did so. Ken let out a strangled whimper and tossed his head further back into the pillows.

"F—Fuck! Momo, I don't know…. Oh, God, I don't know how much longer I can last," he warned, his breath now coming to him in short spurts as he focused all his energy on not breaking in twain and spilling himself inside of her once more. Momo shook her head, continuing to roll her hips against Ken and drink in the all encompassing stretch and fullness inside of her, savoring every delectable smack of his cock onto her cervix.

Momo ground up against Ken once and faltered in her movements as she felt the coil in her stomach wind tight. Then she moved against him once more and felt that same spring compress even tighter. "Oh shit… Ken, I'm going to…," was all she managed to say before the third bounce against him caused her to shatter, her body collapsing onto him while the force of her orgasm rendered her senseless once more. She vaguely felt Ken's body against hers, radiating heat; she also sensed far away that she was throbbing around him, clenching and releasing. But it was all null and void in the face of the mounting pleasure she faced, her orgasm somehow getting better the longer it went on.

By the time her hearing and sight returned, Momo could barely move her body, so exhausted was she. She had to manually work to force air into her lungs, trying to return oxygen to her brain to restore motor functions. Name? Momo Ayase. Where was she? Her bedroom, of course. What was she doing? …Wonderful question, something important… something really good actually. What was she doing….

Right! She was doing Ken! And he had just given her the best orgasm of her life. Good man, would probably make a perfect boyfriend. Caring, wants to make sure she feels good during sex, listens to her problems. Even waits for permission to cum. Like right now. Oh fuck!

Drearily, Momo brought a hand up to Ken's face, finally able to feel herself again (and thus able to feel the fact that Ken was indeed still hard inside her and waiting), and placed it softly onto his cheek. Voice broken and hoarse, she rasped out "Thank you… You can cum now…," and hoped that would be enough indication he could do what he wanted.

The next moment, she felt Ken's arms wrap around her and his length slide out some gracious, tantalizing inches, and then slide back into her with amazing gentleness and then repeat. Ken chased his orgasm, tender and soft, while cradling Momo to his chest and planting soft kisses along her neck and collarbone, mumbling word of thanks and affirmation. "God, fuck… you feel so good, Momo…. I'm right there, fuck—" he mumbled. God, this was how you fuck a girl after her orgasm; none of that rough and hard shit all the exes who actually made her orgasm did.

An raucous, wanton moan rumbled from the bottom of Ken's chest and Momo felt him twitch throb inside her once more; slugs of cum painting the walls of her cunt with their translucent white. He clutched her tighter to his chest, like she might disappear if she let go, and only loosened his grip once the aftershock of his orgasm began to settle. His lungs heaved in deep breaths, his body finally calming down as he softened inside of her and slowly slipped out.

"…Holy Fuck," he simply said. "That was…"

"Amazing? Best sex you've had in your life?" Momo offered, mumbling into his chest and shimmying up further onto his chest so she could listen to his heartbeat.

Ken chuckled, rubbing small circles into Momo's back, a whispered "Yeah, pretty much," being his answer to her rhetorical question, making her giggle in appreciation before falling quiet. They sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, playing with each other's hair and drawing paths in their skin before Ken spoke up once more. "We should probably shower."

"Yeah, we probably should," Momo agreed, still drawing figure eights into Ken's chest.

"Can you move any?" he asked.

"Nope, you fucked me too good. Body doesn't work right now," she answered, chuckling to herself.

Ken giggled, turning his head down to look at Momo splayed across his chest. "Want me to carry you to the bathroom?"

Momo paused and quirked an eyebrow, turning her gaze upward to look at Ken. "Y'know, you are, like, the first guy who has ever offered to do that? That's crazy," Momo told him, snorting at his horrified expression.

"Gosh, those other dudes really sucked," Ken whispered.

"Yeah, they did. You don't though," Momo responded, cuddling up to him even more. "But yes, I would like you to carry me to the bathroom," she affirmed, sighing in contentment as Ken chuckled and stood, cradling her in his arms while carrying her to the bathroom. As Ken crossed into the bathroom, and deposited her on the edge of the bathtub, Momo looked at him with strange comfort. Obviously pretty good at sex, would doubtlessly become better with time. Caring, sweet, all without the expectation of anything in return. He even let her bitch and rant to him when all he was supposed to do was deliver a pizza and leave.

"It's pretty late, you wanna stay the night?" she asked him bluntly. Strangely, she didn't feel anxious at the offer, like she had somehow gained a new level of confidence, or she knew what his answer was already. He paused his actions of grabbing a towel for the both of them, turning to look at her with astonishment written across his features.

"…You really want me to…" he muttered, amazed that she would be offering that to him, which was silly given what they just did. "If you wouldn't mind! I would— I would like to stay the night!"he enthusiastically said, giving a slight bow and causing an amused laugh to escape Momo.

"Good! Now let's get clean and go to sleep," Momo ordered.

The light filtering in from the blinds was the only thing that woke her as she was nuzzled up against Ken's chest in bed, her arms still clutched around him. He didn't sneak off in the middle of the night… Good. She unwrapped her arms from Ken's torso and let out a groan of satisfaction as she stretched out on the bed, her body feeling like a cargo plane's load worth of stress had been airlifted from her body. She had a pretty boy in bed who offered to do nice things himself and could giver her major orgasms. The only thing left do now was lock him down.

And she planned to do that within the next five minutes as the pretty boy in bed next to her was waking up as well. Ken softly groaned and opened his eyes, instinctively rolling over to his side and grunting as a beam of daylight hit his eyes. Rolling back, his eyes widened as Momo stared back at him, messy hair nearly covering his eyes. "Morning," he gruffed, voice nearly 3 octaves lower.

"Morning," Momo giggled, wrapping her arms back around Ken and giving him a soft kiss that he groaned into. "How'd you sleep?"

He gave a soft smile, answering, "I slept great, wonderful actually. I feel like any night would be great sleeping next you."

'Oh, he's not tired enough to be shy,' Momo thought as she nuzzled into his chest to avoid the girlish squeal that threatened to escape her. Pulling away, she looked him in the eye and grinned, giggling to herself. "Well, if you think so, how about you be my boyfriend? Then you could sleep with me every night," she offered.

Ken's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, but he made no effort to move any part of his body, just simply stared at her longingly. "Are you sure?" he asked, voice still sleep-deep, but now carrying that sense of self-consciousness that she picked up the night before. "I mean, I'm not like, the greatest—" he tried to mumble before Momo pressed another kiss to his lips; this one deep and claiming, laying out her desire. He met her with equal (maybe ever greater) fervor, softly moaning into her mouth and chasing the feel of her lips against his.

As she pulled away, she brought a hand up to caress his cheek and admire the longing in his gaze. "Yes, Ken, I'm sure," was all she said, rubbing her thumb softly over his cheek and watching the tension dissolve from his body. "So, do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked once more.

Ken bit his bottom lip and gave a few firm, eager nods of his head. "Yes... Yes I do," he whispered and Momo felt his smile against her lips. She kissed him again, this time with more fervor, but soft and happy, not harsh like many of their previous ones had been. Gently, she rolled on top of him, encasing him between her thighs as she pulled away and planted kisses all across his face. "Oh, God— Momo please!" Ken laughed, turning his face away in an attempt to evade his new girlfriend's assault of affection.

Momo giggled and hugged Ken, sighing in content. As she bent down, she felt a gentle graze against the curve of her butt, and she looked down, lifting the blanket to get a better vantage point. Her eyes widened with amusement and she let out a soft, "Oh." Ken was hard, and not a half chub either, this was rock solid

Ken looked down with her, squinting his eyes to see better without his glasses, before they widened with shock. "Oh, shit… I… I didn't realize…," he muttered, unable to vocalize a full sentence, but Momo nonetheless got the picture. Morning wood. She'd experienced this before. And now…

"Hmm, do you need a little bit of my help, Ken?" she teased, pushing back and rubbing against his clothed erection. He inhaled sharply and then giggled, looking between Momo and his, honestly, raging hard-on.

"…Let me call in to work," he told her.