Summary: Oneshot of MomoAn and a potential "morning-after"
Rating: Mature/ 18+. Lemon references, heavy sexual themes and sexual recollections. Not Beta-read.
The rays of sunlight peeked through his blinds, beckoning for the start of a new day. Momoshiro blinked hard, closing his eyes before slowly opening them again to adjust to the newfound brightness.
A rustle in the sheets reminded him that he wasn't alone in his bed. The female figure lying beside him tossed around, twisting to find a comfortable position. Satisfied, she turned towards him, nuzzling into the nook of his arm and along his waist.
God, she's breathtaking.
Her light-brown hair framed her face as she slowly stirred in her sleep. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, a calming rise and fall like an early morning tide at the beach.
Momoshiro delicately reached to touch her hair, holding a few locks before he subsequently let them fall through his fingers. He repeated this motion again, feeling her hair slip away from his fingertips and subconsciously reaching to grab yet another handful.
It was symbolic in a way, how their relationship had ebbed and flowed over the years. A consistent two steps forward and one step back of joking, teasing, flirting where they would tread along the sliver of gray space, unchartered territory beyond the familiar black and white.
It felt like an eternity before her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked rapidly, unaccustomed to the light that contrasted with the darkness of hours prior. A bated breath suddenly lodged up in Momoshiro's throat as he drank in the sight of how delicate the woman before him laid. Slowly, he let out a breathy exhale.
"An," his voice had an unexpected light growl to it, despite it being that of a whisper.
"Momo, how long have you been staring at me?" she mused, hoping to play off the slight morning arousal she felt between her legs caused by the sound of her partner's voice. Despite how soft Momoshiro had spoken, his voice sounded resoundingly in the air, filling the bedroom. She rubbed her eyes to clear her sight as she teased him, poking her index finger in the chest.
His firm pecs appeared to press back against her, and her face flushed as she remembered how firm and sturdy he was. Momoshiro reached to grab her finger as he gently wrapped his large hard around her smaller one. His lips raised in amusement as he kept her gaze while he brought her hand up to kiss it.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, softly laughing to himself as her face flushed by the sudden gesture. She then tugged up the sheets, remembering that she was unclothed.
Vivid flashes of the night before suddenly swarmed her mind as she grasped the bed sheet tighter in her palm.
The panting in the air as the two nibbled and sucked on one another. Their tight forceful grip on each other as their interlaced hands pushed deep into the mattress. Momoshiro's tongue inside of her, exploring her body while he teased her clit. The rushed gasps of air when she clenched around him, his hands on her waist, hers wrapped around his head. Her fingernails that had dug into his back as she arched into him. The feeling of how full she felt with him inside of her, where despite the soreness from being stretched he somehow touched her in just the right places. The sheer pleasure of it all.
"This is too much cheese in the morning, Momoshiro," An's face turned a deep shadow of tomato red now as she grumbled, burrowing herself deeper into the pillow to avoid his gaze.
"That's not how you were calling me last night," he bemused. He reached out and lightly placed his hand on her face before guiding it back to face him.
Her face felt warm under his touch, and Momoshiro unconsciously felt his jaw run slack. The images of their interlocked hands, his lips on her neck filled his mind; how beautiful her face looked as she had moaned in pleasure in his arms. She was life personified, fiery and boisterous, yet she had let go of her walls in bed— delicate yet fierce. She matched his ravenous need and desire with an equal, if not more resounding energy. Momoshiro felt his lower member stir and he shifted in the bed, hoping to avoid An's notice.
"Momo,"
A stern warning came from her brunette, but Momoshiro knew that look in her eyes and the sound of her voice that he hadn't pushed her buttons too far. Yet. He couldn't help himself, after all.
"Ah, fine sorry. Morning wood, you know? We have to get on with the day anyway," he said as he turned to the other side of his bed, haphazardly swinging his legs to the ground.
"We're going to be late to tennis practice, and then thankfully there's only afternoon classes later today. One thing to thank about university," he continued, throwing on some boxers and gray sweatpants. An had come to sit upright now as she inspected the individual before her, clutching her knees to her chest with just the sheet to cover herself. As she took in her surroundings, warmth crept up from inside her chest, overwhelmed by how much she had cared for him.
"You're forgetting something," Ann said, peeking through her long lashes as she stared at the boy, no man before her.
It hadn't been long since they decided to test out being together in something beyond just friends. An had been afraid. She knew, from the brief touches and playful banter, that they had this energy around them that had built over the years. It was like water in a pot that threatened to rise to a boil but was forcefully kept at a low simmer over the years. In hindsight, it seemed silly for them to have tried to keep each other at arm's length, she realized.
"There something more on the schedule?" Momoshiro questioned, puzzled as he looked to recount his planned activities for the day. It was a warm July morning, and he couldn't recall much more after the whirlwind of events.
"Think harder, Momo," she teased. Her voice sounded like wind chimes tinkling in the air, drawing his attention as he turned around to look at her. The white sheets draped over her figure left little to Momoshiro's imagination.
"It's only Momo now? Che, and I thought we had grown closer after last night," he said, in mock pain with a chuckle, rolling his eyes with comedic impact.
"Takeshi-kun," the immediacy in changing to his first name caused him to look back and directly into her eyes.
Her rosy cheeks and tousled hair were reminders of the hours prior, her afterglow shining radiantly in the sunlight.
"Happy birthday, Takeshi-kun,"
In the soft light from the window, it was as if there was a slight halo that suddenly formed around her head. Her smile across her face glimmered as she beamed looking at him, with her brown orbs staring into his soul. She was bright, and beautiful, and Momoshiro couldn't help but smile as she was his.
For now.
"…. I love you," Momoshiro 's voice was not louder than a whisper, but it was as if it was a loud declaration, resounding for all to hear. He hadn't meant to say it now, to say it like this, but the sight of her appeared to have pulled the words out of him before he could take it back.
An's eyebrows shot you in surprise before returning she relaxed. She grinned widely, her heart beating against her chest by his sudden declaration.
"I love you, An," Momoshiro said, this time with more resolve. He took a few steps forward toward her on the bed, approaching her quickly.
"Take—"
She was cut off by the light peck of Momoshiro's lips against hers. She leaned forward, pulling him closer to her. The light pecks soon became deep kisses as their tongues swirled around, each seeking for dominance. An soon let her hands run free along Momoshiro body, taut and solid to her touch. It wasn't long before she felt a large palm on her breast.
"Hey, Mr. Handsy, aren't you getting greedy?" An teased as she pushed Momoshiro playfully away.
"…a man can't hope for another round?" He whispered in her ear as he tugged her into his embrace, working his way down from her ears to her collarbone.
An's face grew warm as the desire in her grew as well. She felt hot from his touches dancing along her skin. She wanted this too.
"…. I didn't say no," she squirmed as she felt herself lean into his strong, firm body.
A Cheshire grin slowly crept onto Momoshiro's face as his gaze ran up and down the curvy figure in front of him.
"We have time for a quickie," he said, taking a quick glance at the clock mounted on his wall.
Challenge Initiated
A new glint shined in his eye, looking to conquer a newfound quest. She smiled to herself, thinking that she'd never tire of his boyish charm and playful yet assertive nature.
"I bet you'll finish before I do," An replied saucily, her eyes also twinkling.
Challenge Accepted
Momoshiro took one final look at her before he aimed to stake his claim once again.
"You're on," he said, as his smile crushed against her soft lips.
Thank you for choosing me.
A/N: WELP somehow this became the FIRST thing I publish god knows how many years later, and it's completely thirst-driven. There's not enough MomoAn love out there (and I say this as someone who loves both KiriAn and MomoAn). Self-indulgent fanfiction based on my love for Momo- you will never be my favorite, but you will always have my heart as #1 tenipuri boyfriend/husband always. Posted 7/22 as I'm afraid I will forget on 7/23