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“Oh she’s wearing a suit again huh?”
“What a shame.”
“Would it kill her to act more feminine?”
“Well, I guess if she doesn’t have any feminine charms, at least she’s making sure we don’t have to see her poor attempts to wear a dress.”
Momo felt her blood boil. The fundraiser reception she and Kyouka, alongside their billboard topping friends, were hosting had been a joyous occasion. Many well-off benefactors had come. Maybe more so to shake the hands of the current number ones, but they donated all the same. So it was good.
Except, once again, Momo could overhear the snide gossip that tended to follow her around. Oh they’d never talk poorly of her, of course. But her wife… it always seemed the gossipers had her wife’s name in their mouths.
Proper etiquette of course said she wasn’t supposed to make a scene. Having been classmates with one Katsuki Bakugou however, taught her that sometimes, the best option was a swift explosion to the face. And Momo was very good at making flash bangs.
A squeeze at her hand brought Momo’s attention away from the gossipers. Kyouka, smiling brightly, redirected her to the fun conversation she was having with a pair of fellow rock-and-roll enthusiasts.
Momo knew Kyouka could hear the mean whispers, but if she wasn’t going to let it bother her, then she wouldn’t either. Still, once this was all said and done… Momo thought it best to make sure none of those cruel words would leave a mark on her beautiful wife.
Momo smiled as she took Kyouka by the hand and lead her into the living room. Kyouka, too exhausted from the evening's reception, just let her wife do as she pleased. She had barely had the strength to kick off her own fancy dress shoes, so she was not looking forward to working herself out of the fancy suit she had worn. Now she wished she could pull off dresses and gowns like Momo could. Because then all she’d have to worry about was a zipper and she’d be free. She cursed her boyish body, but at least it meant she could pull off a suit without issue.
Once in the stylish and modern living room, Momo brought Kyouka to a large black loveseat that looked as soft as a cloud and bursting at the seems, with soft cushions that even the smallest child would sink into.
“Momo, what are…hmmm…” Kyouka was about to ask what her dear wife was doing. But her question was smothered as Momo tilted her chin up and softly pressed her lips against Kyouka’s. Momo, being taller by almost a full head, had to bend down into the kiss. It was soft and warm, and Momo let her fingers spread out as she kissed her, cupping her cheeks. As Momo pulled back to break the kiss, Kyouka stood up on her tippy toes to try and make it last even longer.
But the kiss still ended and Kyouka was left looking up at her wife, and saw her looking down at her, eye’s glistening as they reflected a rising heat inside her.
“You’re beautiful you know that?” Momo whispered huskily.
Kyouka gulped, and tried to look away, but Momo kept her hands cupped around Kyouka’s cheeks to keep her looking at her.
“I know you heard those jerks running their mouths. I don’t like that you have to deal with that kind of garbage.” There was a tinge of anger mixed in with Momo’s voice. Not directed at Kyouka, but at the idea that some jerks' words could have any effect on her wife, “So I want to remind you, just how unbelievably beautiful you are. I want you to know that to me, whenever I look at you, it’s like I’m basking in the light of the Venus herself.” Momo’s hands traveled down from Kyouka’s cheeks, fingers brushing against her neck before the wrapped around the knot of her tie, “So please, let me worship you like the goddess you are.”
Kyouka, despite being frozen in place, her jacks were doing a great impression of making what her heart was doing. Bouncing and beating at a million miles per hour. Feeling Momo lightly pick at her tie, and the look in her wife’s eyes, painted a clear picture at what was coming. Her tiredness from earlier was gone. Evaporated by the burning heat building inside of her. So what could she do but just answer with, “Please.”
With her permission given, Momo leaned in, and kissed her again. A hotter more eager kiss. Gently Momo opened her mouth, and let her tongue run along Kyouka’s lips. Tenderly asking to be let in.
Kyouka didn't hesitate or hold back; she eagerly accepted and opened her mouth fully for Momo’s tongue. Kissing her wife deeply as she felt Momo’s hands start to tug at her tie. Pulling it loose then sliding it off from around her neck. Next she worked Kyouka out of her suit jacket. Casually tossing it aside. Kyouka moaned into the kiss, pushing her own tongue against Momo’s, their tongues dancing, wrestling, as Momo continued to undress her.
Momo’s delicate fingers worked to undo the cufflinks from Kyouka’s shirt cuffs. She was careful with those and had to momentarily break the kiss to set them aside on the small nightstand by the loveseat. But she quickly brought her lips back to Kyouka’s. Welcoming her wife’s tongue into her mouth as she started unbuttoning the shirt, her fingers moving slowly but deliberately at each button.
"Hm-mm," Kyouka hummed happily as she kissed Momo, enjoying the feel of her wife's hands on her body. The way they danced down from one button to the next. Slowly opening her shirt up, revealing the mesh undershirt underneath.
"Momo, this is… so nice." She breathed as they caught their breath, before she kissed her wife deeper. Momo tugged at the shirt, pulling it out from Kyouka’s waist and finished undoing the last button. Spreading the dark purple shirt open, Momo gazed at her wife. Her chest covered by a white mesh undershirt and the black bralette underneath. Momo leaned back in, and Kyouka puckered her lips, thinking she was going to kiss her again. Instead, Momo titled her head to the side and pressed her lips against the sensitive skin of Kyouka’s neck. Kissing and sucking just under her ear.
"Momo!" Kyouka moaned, feeling the heat of Momo's breath against her skin. "Ohhh that’s gooood.”
Momo smiled and kept kissing and sucking on her neck. opening her mouth she let her tongue dance over the sensitive area, teasing her. When Momo pulled back, Kyouka pouted and looked up at her wife, "Why’d you stop?”
Momo smiled and hooked her fingers around the seam of Kyouka’s undershirt, “Arms up.”
Kyouka lifted her arms and Momo pulled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. With that out of the way, Momo had opened up more of Kyouka’s neck and collar to kiss and suck. She happily leaned back in and pressed her lips on Kyouka’s collar bone, the gentle kisses getting warmer as she moved from the left to the right, sucking and licking at the skin there.
"Ugh!” Kyouka bit down on her lower lip. Just basking in the wonderful feeling of the kisses Momo was leaving on her skin. She sucked in a shuddering breath as she felt Momo’s fingers dance around her back. Finding the clasp to the bralette. Momo unhooked the back straps, her hands then slipping under it and easily pulled it down off of Kyouka’s arms and off her chest. With a flick she tossed it to the floor to join the pile of clothing forming at their feet.
Momo licked her lips and she gazed at her wife’s naked top. Kyouka blushed and squirmed under her wife’s smoldering gaze. Kyouka had small breasts. Even calling them petite was generous. They were tiny, perky, with just the ghostly kiss of a cone shape, and capped with pink areolas that were smaller than a dime. Her nipples were stiff and swollen from her arousal. Poking out from her almost flat chest. Just about as thick and long as the first joint of her pinky. Extremely sensitive little thumbsticks that ached and begged to be played with.
Momo reached up and gently pinched a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a quiet moan from Kyouka as she rolled the pink tip firmly, "They're perfect you know.” Momo said with a smile while she tried not to drool. Her mouth watering as she got ready to suck on them. She loved to suck on Kyouka’s breasts.
Kyouka pouted, “Yours are nic-nnghhhh!” Kyouka’s moment of self denial was silence as Momo pressed her thumbs down on both of Kyouka’s nipples while pressing her palms into her breasts and wrapping her fingers around her side. Her thumbs began to rub and roll those tender pleasure nubs, enticing more gasps and moans from Kyouka.
"Yes...mmphhh... Uh, uhh, hmmm, Momoooohhhh, uh, ohhh,” Kyouka moaned, helpless as Momo played with her. It was a position Kyouka had jokingly called the ‘breast gaming move.’ Since with the way she was being held, her chest became nothing more than a controller to drive Kyouka wild."Hmmm! Yes! Mmmm, Oh yes!" Kyouka brought a hand up to her mouth and clamped down on her finger's knuckle.
Momo kept playing until she felt for sure Kyouka's diamond nubs were rubbed to the point of being excruciatingly, sinfully, sensitive. Then, with one hand now fully covering Kyouka's tit, mashing and smothering it with her palm. She lowered her thumb on the other, but kept her hand cupping Kyouka's tit. Leaning in closer with her lips, Momo licked at Kyouka's swollen flesh while squeezing it with her palm and fingers. As soon as her tongue made contact with that hot wet skin; Momo could feel Kyouka's body shiver. The sensation caused Momo to moan against her breast, causing her wife to moan back even louder, even past her mouth-clamped knuckle, "Momo, oh, fuck...I'm...mmmm, I nnghhhh! Please kee-eeeiiiii-p, oooohhh!"
Momo sucked greedily on Kyouka's plump bud, lightly tugging on it with her lips as her tongue ran over and around the tight tip of her breast. Pulling away, she sucked on the nipple and areola until it popped out of her mouth. Momo admired how swollen and now dark the pink nipple was before she began rubbing and pinching the soft flesh of Kyouka's areolas between her fingers. The nipple being wet with spit made her fingers slide over the nub so smoothly. Momo then lowered her mouth to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. Licking and sucking on the sensitive button with wanton sexual gusto.
Kyouka squirmed under Momo, the pleasure she was giving her making her quiver and her legs start to wobble, "M-momoooooo, Oh God!"
Momo looked up, eyes reflecting a mischievous loving fire, and watched Kyouka wriggle, her hand falling from her face and her mouth go slack, as she sucked and played. She could feel Kyouka quivering, shivering with carnal desire. Her hips, gyrating and thrusting forward on instinct even as her knee's started to go. So instead of letting her collapse, Momo firmly pressed her hands into Kyouka and gave her a little shove, back into the soft cloud-like loveseat.
"Oof!" Kyouka grunted as she sunk into the soft cushions, her chest heaving as she tried and failed to catch her breath. Looking up, she almost swallowed her tongue as she watched Momo reach up and behind herself and pulled the zipper down on her long flowing black cocktail dress. Letting the strapless dress pull at her feet, Kyouka swallowed hard as she looked at her wife. Momo stood there, a thin black lace bra covering her voluptuously stacked breasts and the matching black lace g-string panties. Over her hips, a swirly black lace garter hugged tight against the soft roll of Momo's hips and ass, with tiny silk belts that reached down her thighs and clipped onto the sheer black thigh-high stockings she wore. All that lace did little to hide anything it covered, only keeping the barest minimum concealed to protect Momo's decency.
Momo smiled down at Kyouka, before she leaned over, deliberately letting her large breasts hang down in clear view, and began to work at Kyouka's belt, working the metal clasp free and tugging it off from around Kyouka's waist. Without care, Momo tossed it away before her hands were back on Kyouka's pants. She unclasped the hook to the pants and then ran her fingers up and down the front fingertips pressing down on the small metal teeth of the zipper hidden behind a fold of the fabric.
"Hmm! Hmmmmm! OoooOHHhhh!," Kyouka's eyelids fluttered as Momo's finger pressed down on her mound. Even though the pants and her panties the touch was electric, "God Momo, you're...you..." Kyouka trailed off when the pressure from the finger stopped. Only to gulp in stunned sexual glee as Momo leaned down and after working the zipper tab up with her hands, took it into her mouth and slowly pulled it down. The whole time, Momo kept looking up her now near-hyperventilating and completely hyperstimulated wife, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Oh nngggg fu-uck!" Her chest was heaving and her stomach quivered. Momo was undoing her utterly and completely. And she hadn't even gotten her pants off yet.
Though that was sure as heck about to change.
With the zipper pulled down, Momo pulled her head back, but not before letting her tongue flick and lick the zipper tab for a few agonizing seconds. And in full view of Kyouka too, "Oh! Oh! Y-yoooooou!"
Pulled back, Momo tapped both sides of Kyouka's hips, encouraging her to lift herself up. She snickered when Kyouka couldn't get her hips up fast enough. To the point of almost putting herself into a reverse plank, up on her elbows and tippy toes. Momo hooked her fingers into the pant-waist of Kyouka's suit pants and gave them a slow, agonizing tug. Making sure she dragged her fingernails down Kyouka's slender legs as she finally freed Kyouka from their bondage. Letting the garment fall and pooling at their feet as her now almost naked wife fell backward onto the sofa, Momo then expertly kicked them away so they wouldn't be underfoot.
Left now in only a pair of dark violet panties that had a very obvious damp spot, Kyouka pushed her hips up again, encouraging Momo to take them off too. Momo smiled, sweetly, tenderly, teasingly, as she brought a hand up and ran her fingers over the top of the panties hem. Pulling the front down just enough so that she could see the beginning of Kyouka's bush, neatly trimmed into a downward arrow. She teased the little line of hair before she then pushed herself up, so that she was leaning over Kyouka. One arm held herself up, as she made sure her breasts were right in Kyouka's face. She could see Kyouka's eyes, dizzy with building lust, just over the crest of her cleavage. From this position, she could slide her hand down the front of her wifes panties, and let her fingers follow that arrow right to her clit.
Kyouka gasped, arching her back and letting out a sharp breath when Momo's fingers slipped between her pussy lips and lightly caressed the sensitive nub. The way Momo traced and stroked it with her fingertip made Kyouka shudder, “Oh my god...Momo! Moooohhh!”
Momo smiled down gently and confidently as her finger continued to saw back and forth over Kyouka’s clit and her folds. Pushing against the petite woman’s nub with light flicks and prods before moving her finger into the softness of Kyouka’s womanhood, curving her finger and rubbing her from the inside. She took her time, savoring each moment of pleasure that came from touching her wife, enjoying how Kyouka writhed and bucked underneath her. Loving how she squirmed and mewled in ecstasy.
Then she added a second finger and pushed the two in and out. Switching between penetration and rubbing all of Kyouka’s sensitive spots. Making sure to rub those little points that Kyouka loved to be rubbed. Her little sweet spots, one being right under her clit. Right there at the top where Momo could easily reach and rub her fingers over. And over, and over.
“Ai, Ai, ahh! Oooohh fu-uhhh-ck! Uuuhhh!”
Kyouka squirmed and thrashed under Momo, her body tense, toes curled, and her legs spreading further apart to let Momo have more room to maneuver her hand. Momo's fingers began to go faster, working hard to bring Kyouka closer to her climax. The room was filled with the wet shlick shlick shlick of Momo’s penetration and the cries of Kyouka's voice. Her words came out in unintelligible sounds as she was helpless under Momo, her hips bucking and writhing as her orgasm neared.
Momo watched as Kyouka’s eyelids fluttered and her back arched, legs clamping together around Momo’s forearm as her body went rigid, mouth open in a silent euphoric cry. All the while, Momo didn't slow her fingers, even as Kyouka squirted her release and left her hand dripping, “That’s it,” Momo hummed into Kyouka’s ear, encouraging her to cum as hard as she wanted.
Only when Kyouka’s body unclenched and she fell back into the cushions did Momo slowly and then finally stop. Kyouka was only vaguely aware of Momo pulling her hand away, just because of the small empty feeling that only slightly soured a mind melting afterglow that left her chest slowing down from her heavy pants and making soft, pleasant, coo’ing sounds while she started to drift asleep. She was only dimly aware of the loveseat shifting as Momo got up, the soft pitter patter of her feet almost lost in the fog.
A closet door opening and closing.
Some running water.
Sounds that didn’t really matter to her as she lay. But when she felt a warm wet cloth press against her body, that stirred her enough to open her eyes, to see her still very beautiful and very naked wife, put a throw blanket onto the side of the love seat and then go to work wiping her down with some warm damp towels. Cleaning off her sweat and gently pushing the towels between her legs to wipe away the rest.
“Momo…?”
“Shhh,” Momo shushed, “just relax.”
Kyouka didn’t need to be told that twice. As quick as she could, Momo finished cleaning Kyouka, and after tossing the towels into a hamper, Momo grabbed the blanket and wrapped the two of them in it. Snuggling close with Kyouka, and bringing her head to rest on her breast. Holding her close, Momo spent the next few minutes softly whispering sweet nothings into Kyouka’s ear as she lulled her into a peaceful sleep. Letting her know just how much she loved her. Now and forever.