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Inadequate was not a word Momo ever felt familiar with. Well, of course, she knew what the word meant. But it never passed her vibe check. Not to toot her own horn, but Momo was confident in her genius. She was smart, she was capable, she was unstoppable. There was never a challenge she couldn't take. If she got fired from a job, it wasn't because she was bad; it was because of INJUSTICE!
A competitive nature and her tactical brilliance made her feel like she could tackle any challenge. Be it alien fighting, yokai exorcising, haggling a car price down, finishing her journalism degree, job interviews... what couldn’t Momo Ayase do?
The sunlight filtered in through the blinds of her room and irritated her eyelids, making her squint and roll to her side.
As she fought nature and tried to return to slumber, it took a few seconds to register that the sunlight equated to morning. “Shit,” she cursed groggily. She stood up and rubbed her eyes, and looked at the spot on the bed next to her, which was unoccupied. That only meant one thing: Okarun had once again gotten up to tend to the baby (when it was her turn to get up with Akira). From the smells wafting up the stairs, he was making breakfast, too.
She rested her head in her hands and groaned. Her grandmother had told her, numerous times, that marriage was a partnership. Two people working together, and if they could do so in harmony, it would always surpass one person working, even in perfection. She had said roughly the same thing about parenting when she got pregnant. And Momo knew these things were true, that she was never alone in this. Ken never once let her feel alone, even when pregnancy was unbearable.
But he was so much... better at being a partner than she was.
She stood up and frowned at her reflection, an occurrence that was more and more common as the months passed. Eleven months since Akira had come into their lives, crying and fussing the way one might expect an Ayase child to enter the world. And despite her efforts, her fupa still hung over the hem of her panties, stretch marks faintly lining the sides of her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Unwelcome reminders that she was no longer as young as she once was, that she had nurtured a life inside of her body. She scratched at her side lightly before peeling off the tank top she had worn to bed, taking a deep breath before looking at herself in the mirror once more.
She had always been well-endowed, with all the highs and lows that came with such a thing. Seiko had warned her for years about the back pain that would come with “the big Ayase rack,” so that was never a surprise. But the girls looked so different after the changes that had come with pregnancy. The way they hung lower now on her body made her scowl.
She was off for the weekend, so it’s not like she had to impress anyone, but it’d be nice to feel comfortable in her own skin again. She threw on a baggy shirt of Okarun’s after it passed the sniff test and began to shamble down the stairs, the smell of eggs and bacon making her mouth water.
“Okaruuuun,” she whined as she walked towards the kitchen. “It was my turn to get up with Akira.”
And there he was. Super-Dad himself, standing at the stove, Akira on his hip while he jostled the eggs in the frying pan. He turned and gave her the smile that was reserved solely for her and their son.
It wasn’t fair. She wanted to be aggravated at him. She did! She was going to let him have it for not making her take her turn, for not taking a break like she told him to do...
But he stood there, holding their son, looking so happy, so natural with his stupid, alien kitchen apron; it just made her heart flutter, and a fire lit under her navel instead. It should be illegal for a man to look that sexy while holding a baby. “You’ve had a long week,” he replied softly, before looking down at Akira. “Right? Mommy had a long week, so we let her sleep!”
Akira, treacherous as he was, let out a string of babbles that certainly sounded agreeable before wiping a bunch of drool on Ken’s shirt. Ken set down his spatula and handed Momo a mug of coffee, because of course he would.
“You’ve had a long week, too,” Momo said guiltily, taking the coffee nonetheless. She took a sip and felt her gut churn with a mixture of shame and gratitude, because he made it just the way she liked it. “Grandma has been gone, so you’ve had to handle all the shrine business by yourself.”
“Not alone,” he corrected as he put Akira in his high chair. “I’ve had my favorite helper, right buddy?”
“Ska-grackle,” Akira agreed, slapping his hands against the high chair table.
Momo smirked and gently ran her fingers through Akira’s messy head of hair that he seemed to have inherited from Ken. “Yes, I’m sure this goober was such a big help.”
Ken pushed some bits of scrambled egg onto Akira’s high chair tray for him to eat, which the boy began to gobble up fiercely, drooling all over his fingers. “Of course he was!”
Again, this was all stupidly unfair. How was she supposed to chew him out when she just wanted to tackle him and rip that dorky apron off him? Completely rude of Okarun to be ridiculously sexy when she wanted to be upset with him.
Momo rolled her eyes as he put some bacon and eggs on her plate. “Okarun, I’m serious. I wanted to give you a break. You’re always getting up with Akira.”
As he sat across from her, he just shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “You slept through his cries on the baby monitor, my love. You seemed really tired.”
“You’re supposed to kick me or something when I do that,” she snarked. “Not, you know, break the turn order.”
He said nothing, just sipped his coffee with that smug look on his face. Like a jerk. He knew what he was doing, she was sure of it, making her insides swirl with a mixture of happiness and guilt. “Do we have anything planned for today?” He asked.
Ignoring what she said, like the bastard he was. Still, she shook her head and tried not to do the little happy dance she always did when she bit into his food (grandma taught him to cook like she did, the traitor. The house was just full of them). “Nope. The day is clear for me.”
“Same. I was thinking maybe we could go to the park for a bit?” He asked. “Get out of the house, get a change of scenery? But, if you want to stay in and relax, I totally get that.”
He meant it too, Momo knew well. Ken said what he meant and meant what he said, at almost all times. Truthfully, yeah, she wanted to curl up on the couch with her boys and do as little as possible. Being a junior journalist at the local station was hard work, and she was on her feet a lot.
But so was Ken, and she knew that too. There was a lot of work that came with the old shrine, and Seiko ran a tight ship. And he'd done all of it with a baby on his hip, no less. “Yeah, you probably could use the fresh air,” she teased, a smirk flickering across her face. “I'll go pack up the diaper bag.”
“I already did, dear,” he assured her. “Just eat. No rush.”
Of course he did, she sighed.
It was a dumb thing to complain about, and she knew it. She saw enough TikTok videos and mom group memes to know other women would attempt to kill her and dispose of her body to get a man half as good at Okarun (not that they'd succeed against her badassery). And she was grateful! Really!
“Yeah, it's supposed to be one of the last nice days before the fall weather really sets in, so I thought we should enjoy it,” he said as he finished his own food, not at all concerned with the glob of scrambled eggs Akira threw in his hair. “So I got everything all set.”
She watched him take his plate to the sink and frowned at his back.
Back in high school, people used to snicker at the two of them (before Momo beat them up for it). Laugh at how the nerd got someone “so out of his league.” It was already infuriating then that people who couldn't mind their own business had opinions about her being too good for him. “Okarun's the best man in this school, ya bastards!” She screamed until her lungs were raw. A lesson Kamigoe High wouldn't soon forget.
Now, though, she felt like things were different.
All the labor he did for the shrine, the exorcising with Seiko, being on his feet all day... It kept him in good shape. Maybe not as athletic as he was back in high school, but he cleaned up nicely. And while she could certainly appreciate that, there were some... Insecurities that had risen in her heart. About her looks, about what she contributed. About how she hoped Ken knew how much she appreciated him.
“You know,” she said quietly as she walked over to wash her own plate. “You don't have to do everything.”
He took the plate out of her hands and hummed. “I don't. You work really hard all day, and you come back and -”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against the back of his shoulders. “And half the time I come back and you still are in Super-Dad mode. I don't want you to burn yourself out.”
The sink water stopped, and he grabbed the dish towel to dry his hands. “I love you and Akira. Taking care of you guys is the best part of my day.”
She squeezed him tightly. “I want to take care of you sometimes, too.”
He turned around to face her while in her grip, and she nuzzled into his neck. “Something wrong?” He asked.
“I just feel like you've been taking care of me since I got pregnant,” she muttered. “Like I don't do enough for you guys, too.”
Okarun let out a soft chuckle. “Momo, you grew that -” he lifted his arm and pointed at the babbling child in the high chair, “inside of you. You gave us our son. What did that alien we fought call you?”
She groaned and buried her head in his chest. “Don't say it!”
“The Life-Giver!” Ken laughed. “The Human Life-Giver! ‘We've come to study the life-giving organs!’”
“Yeah, well, they caught my psychic hands instead,” Momo grumbled with an eye roll. “And they were smart enough not to come back. I just don't want you to resent me for not doing as much as you...”
“You do so much for us,” he assured her with a tight squeeze. “You’ve been doing a ton for me ever since we met. You literally found my balls so that we could have Akira in the first place.”
Momo let out the ugliest snort laugh she had, laughs that were reserved only for Okarun, because it was where she felt safe to do so. “Yeah, and you have done just as much for me since.”
“I’m not keeping score, Momo,” he replied, pressing his lips to her forehead. “That’s not the type of relationship I want. I’ll gladly take care of you, Akira, and any other kids we have, because I love you.”
She hummed against him, letting the words fill her chest with warmth, pushing out the lingering doubts that had settled in. He always knew how to do that. “Other kids, huh? Sounds like a different conversation... how long have you been sitting on that one, Okarun?”
As her tone became more teasing, he shifted uneasily, and her grip around his waist tightened so he couldn’t slip away. “W-well, you know... we’ve both talked about being kinda lonely as only children...”
She nodded, not looking up. “Yeah. I know what you mean. Do you think we could handle all that? With granny gone all the time, you’d be outnumbered here.”
“I’ll take care of as many kids as you want to give me,” he promised her quietly. “I’ll wrangle them. I’d be happy to.”
She pinched his side, making him yelp slightly. “I’m not giving them to you... They’re both our responsibility, dork. I love Akira just as much, and he’s just as much 'you' as he is 'me.' Besides, I got all gross from the first pregnancy.”
He returned the pinch, though his was far more gentle because that was just who he was. “I liked it, you stop.” He scolded.
She snickered. She had suspected he was a fan of seeing her pregnant. Every noticeable growth had made his eyes light up. “I meant with all the other stuff that’s still around that makes me gross still.”
He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at her. “I - what other stuff?”
Their son provided a much-needed distraction, as she didn’t want to draw attention to all the things that made her feel gross when she looked in the mirror. Akira was loudly yelling now, slamming his palms against the high chair, rocking the seat loudly. “Ah, I think someone wants out of his confinement,” she laughed, walking over to the little bundle of joy and unbuckling him. “Ugh, Mommy missed you all week, you little booger.”
“Boogattabur,” Akira replied happily as she kissed his cheek and set him on the floor to crawl towards whatever mayhem suited him best for the time being.
“So, when did you wanna go to the park?” Momo asked, hoping she had been slick enough to change the subject.
No such luck. Ken was still looking at her with concern, the way he could always see right through her. “Why would you feel gross? Is something wrong?”
She shook her head. She didn't want to do this, not right now, not today when he'd gone and planned a fun little outing for them. “Don't worry about it, Okarun, just had a long week. Should I go get the troublemaker ready?”
“Um... yeah, sure,” he said, uneasily. “Yeah, let’s get going.”
The more Momo thought about it, the more she wondered if “going to the park” had ulterior motives for Okarun. There was, at the very least, a non-zero chance he knew how seductive she found it whenever he took care of their son (and probably higher, since she said it at least a couple of times). Watching him push the stroller, playing with Akira on the baby swing, brushing the sand from the sandbox off the baby’s stubby little legs...
It certainly made her feel more open to having another baby. Maybe this was part of his sinister plot all along? Get her all hot and bothered by being a good dad so she’d make him a dad again? He was always a little more cunning than everyone gave him credit for...
It was almost noon when they returned home. Akira’s cries and babbles turned more grumpy as his little frame began to give off all the tell-tale signs that he needed a nap. “I know, you had such a big morning, didn’t you?” Momo teased, tickling his midsection as he squirmed in her grip.
“You want me to put him down for a nap and make us some lunch?” Okarun offered as they crossed through the torii gate.
Usually, that would sound perfect. But for once, food was the last thing on Momo’s mind. “Actually, why don’t you put him down, and we lie down for a bit? I’m still kinda tired.”
A lie, a white lie. She’d never felt more awake. She just needed to get him into the bedroom.
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” he agreed, taking Akira off her hands as they stepped into the old house. “Say goodnight to mommy, Akira.”
The baby gurgled something that sounded more like, “Saskatchewan,” but that would be ridiculous considering Akira had never been to Canada. Still, Momo appreciated the gesture nonetheless and waved as her son watched her over Ken’s shoulder. Alright, operation Afternoon Delight is a go.
As Ken went into the guest room that had used to be Vamola’s, and was now firmly in the possession of the youngest generation of Ayase, she ducked into their room and began to undress. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and hesitated slightly at the sight of red markings against her pale skin.
She shook away the hesitation. There had been more times than she wanted to admit that she had second thoughts about sexy times because of how she felt about her body. Using psychic hands to put her clothes in the hamper, she dove under the covers to give her husband a naked surprise.
Patience was still not Momo Ayase’s biggest strength, truth be told. There was some level of it that came with child-rearing, but when it came to her husband, it was hard for her to wait, especially when he’d been playing the DILF game with her all morning. She reached her hand down past her tuft of pubic hair and dragged a finger tip along her slick, before finding her already-swollen clit. A warm, tingling jolt of pleasure went up the small of her back as she gently circled it. She bit her lip, eager for her husband’s fingers to replace her own.
Small gasps escaped her mouth as she continued to tease herself, looking at the bedroom door eagerly. As one might expect, a nearly one-year-old boy and busy work schedules meant that intimacy had slowed down for the married couple. They just didn’t always have the time or energy that they used to. Even still, Momo couldn’t go more than about eight or nine days without before she got a little stir-crazy, and she was nearing that limit. Her skin began to tingle as she heard his footsteps approach, and she bit her lip that she was mere moments away from getting her fix.
The door creaked open, and Ken walked in with a yawn. “I think the park wore him out.”
“That’s good,” she said, “hey, you made my eggs wrong this morning.”
He blinked, confused. “I - huh? I thought you liked scrambled eggs.”
“I want my eggs fertilized,” she countered, throwing the blanket off herself to reveal that she was currently spreading her lips open for him.
There was nothing more fun for Momo than the way Ken’s eyes widened and ran through a whole flurry of emotions when she surprised him with seduction. Even after years of marriage, he would blush and clutch his chest like some sort of maiden whenever she revealed herself to him.
But he got over it quickly, his lip quivering as he looked at her. “I - I-oh.”
With her free hand, she beckoned him closer. “You’re too far away, Okarun. You can’t put a baby in me from way over there.”
A little yelp escaped his throat. “A-are you sure? Should we-we discuss it more or-or -” he stammered this out, but his body betrayed his hesitations, unbuttoning his shirt hurriedly.
“The only thing I wanna talk about is you filling me up until I’m pregnant again, with all your sexy-dad-acting from this morning,” she mewed. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting. Don’t you see how wet you got me?”
He was practically salivating as he scrambled to get out of those dorky cargo shorts he always wore to carry extra supplies for Akira. “Y-yeah, well, okay, if you’re sure.” He was also sure, the way he was already hard and weeping pre-cum from the tip of his cock. He crawled up the bed towards her and began planting sloppy kisses on her stomach. “I can’t wait to see you round and pregnant again, Momo.”
“Oh yeah?” She snickered. “You were into that, huh?”
“God yes,” he moaned as he trailed along higher towards her breasts. “The thought of getting you pregnant, of seeing you carrying one of our kids, it just...”
He didn’t finish the sentence as he began to kiss around her areola, but Momo had a good idea what he meant. The tip of his cock dragged along her thigh, leaving a small, sticky trail of pre-cum. Her back arched up slightly as his lips closed around her pert nipple, sending pleasurable jolts across her body. She had stopped breastfeeding months ago, so she wasn’t worried about Ken getting a little “surprise nourishment,” not that he had ever minded before. As his tongue wrapped around it, his fingers teased her outer lips, making her shudder.
Ken, ever and always the romantic, was the foreplay master, but Momo had been aching between her legs all morning. “Give it to me,” she pleaded in a breathy whisper. “I don’t wanna wait anymore.”
Love-making has changed a lot in the last eleven months. Hurried quickies during naptime became their most frequent exchange, so this was nothing new, but Ken was still thrown off by her eagerness. Still, he crawled up so that his mouth was at her neck, using his hand to guide his tip to her entrance.
Despite all the changes to Momo - physically, mentally, emotionally - that first thrust of Okarun’s length inside of her felt like a supernova erupting inside of her. Like coming home after a long day. Like the first drop of a rollercoaster. Thrill and comfort and adrenaline and zen all colliding together as they became whole. She was fairly certain he felt the same way, the same whimper that always came out of his chest into her ear, exciting her further. “You feel so good, Momo,” he whined as he began to roll his hips against her.
“You do too,” she agreed, her hands working under his arms and nails digging into his back. “Fuck, I wanted this all morning.”
“Me too,” he muttered, teeth clamping down on where he knew her work clothes would cover the nape of her neck, his pace increasing as his hips began to crash against her harder. “All week. Wanted to put another baby inside you for months...”
She bit her lip as he pressed himself over her, hands on either side of her head to rut against her harder. She had only been talking about sex, truthfully, but it sounded like there was a side of Ken he’d been keeping secret. “Yeah?” She asked. “You’ve been wanting to knock me up again that bad?”
“Yes - ffffuuck -” his arms shook in his excitement. “So bad. You look so good, so round and full.” He looked down at her, almost desperately hoping that if he talked about it, he could will it into existence.
It was fucking sexy.
She grabbed his sides tightly. “Why do you like it so much?” She asked, keeping her voice teasing, which just made him drill into her faster.
“Everyone could see,” he panted, and she could feel his hands claw against their bedsheets. “Everyone could see what I did to you. That you’re mine.”
Either the furnace broke, or that was the hottest thing Momo had ever heard in her life. The two of them may have gotten better about jealousy as they matured, but both of them could still be a little... Possessive of the other. Ken was not often vocal about these things, but there was always something about the way he carried himself when they were out together. The way he’d rest his hand on the small of her back in public, subtle ways he’d try to make it known to strangers that she was not “on the market.” She liked that he did that; he was never obnoxious or juvenilely envious, never embarrassed her with chauvinistic displays. His possessiveness was subtle and respectable enough to never encroach on her own independence or autonomy.
Subtlety was something he was always a little stronger at than her. So to hear him just claim out loud that he wanted everyone to see was doing something different to her. “Yeah?” She asked, voice becoming breathy and frantic as the two of them began bucking against each other faster and faster. “You want everyone to see me all pregnant with your kid?”
“YES!” He practically shouted pleadingly. “God, I want everyone to see that you’re mine, that I did it to you!”
“Show them!” She growled, digging her hands into his side. “Get me pregnant! Fill me up right now, Okarun! Fill me up so much there’s no way I won’t get pregnant!”
She admittedly felt a little silly saying that out loud, but in the heat of the moment, learning about her husband’s long-kept secret kink, she delighted in seeing his eyes roll back as he went over the edge.
There was something about seeing him cum that always got her off, and she felt something explode behind her eyeballs. Her body spasmed and shuddered in bliss as she felt the warm, familiar, and welcome threads of Ken’s essence flood into her. She let her legs go limp as her husband lay against her, spent for the time being, feeling their chests press against each other as they took long, recovering breaths. There was something about the wind-down that was just as magical as everything that came before it, when their bodies rested against each other, when the skin-to-skin contact was the most recharging thing in all the world. It reminded her of the time the two of them had killed Nessie, and were just so happy to be alive, it didn’t matter that they were lying on each other nude. Of course, this was purposeful and private, but the memory persisted all the same.
It was perhaps a minute or two later when Ken finally spoke, his voice only slightly muffled as he turned his head just a few degrees towards her ear. “... Do you really hope you get pregnant again?”
She turned and pressed her lips to the side of her head. “I think so. Between what you said earlier, and watching how you are with Akira... I think we have room in our little family for another one.”
He gave a happy little hum. “That makes me really happy, you know?”
She snickered. Despite the fact that his softening dick was still plugging her up, she could feel his jizz dribbling out of her. “Considering the geyser you just shot in me, I can tell.”
“Shut up,” he growled, but there was no bite of malice behind it.
As they lay there, she began to trace lazy shapes on his back with her nails, looking up at the ceiling. “You know, I’ll be even grosser after a second kid.”
He lifted his head and squinted down at her. “You keep saying that today. What are you even talking about?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got mom-bod now. Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed: the fupa. The stretch marks, the -” she grabbed her tits to make a point, “- way the girls hang lower now that they aren’t full of milk. You’re out of my league now, Okarun.” She gave a small, rueful laugh. “You didn’t even gain any sympathy-weight last time.”
“I didn’t gain weight because I had to use Turbo Granny’s powers to run into town for your cravings,” he teased, rolling off of her to lie on his side and get a better look at her. “I had to go all over Kamigoe to find pork dumplings and mint-chip ice cream at four in the morning.” His expression softened. “I don’t think you’re gross, Momo.”
She turned and met his gaze. He was always so earnest when he spoke; she couldn’t help but smile. “You sure?”
“Of course,” he nodded, leaning in and kissing her cheek this time. “No matter what changes your body goes through, I’ll always think you’re beautiful.”
She turned her head and met his lips with her own. “I really lucked out with you,” she chuckled when they broke their kiss. “Just try and gain some sympathy weight this time, ya bastard.”
“Uh... okay, I’ll try.”