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“Yup, there’s something up with you.”
They’re eating dinner when Ayase brings it up. All week she’s been looking at him weird, scrutinizing him like she’s trying to figure something out. Okarun can’t seem to meet her eyes when she looks at him like that, too nervous about what she’s thinking. Today she has hooked herself onto his arm and is just staring, brows furrowed with a cute pout.
Okarun quickly looks away, opting to focus on eating his meal. “W-what do you mean there’s something up with me?” he stutters, as she squints even harder at him. “…why are you looking at me like that?”
She relents, letting out a big sigh as she leans back on her hands. “Honestly Okarun, you've been so snappy lately. Like you're extremely stressed out or something, but we haven't had any trouble with spirits and aliens recently, and it's not even close to exam season! So what's your deal?”
Ugh, she was right. He really had been a little more annoyed lately, snapping at his friends for small things that usually wouldn’t bother him. A pang of guilt hits him, and he turns his face away from her, embarrassed.
He readjusts his glasses, something that’s become a nervous tic over the years. “R-really? Is it that obvious?”
“AHA!” Ayase points, triumphant. “So there is something that's been bugging you!”
Okarun groans, eyes dragging down to the food in front of him. He thinks for a moment. “Um, well, I guess-” he starts, before quickly cutting himself off. “I mean! No, nothings wrong at all. Nothing that I can't handle myself!” He rambles, turning his face away again and waving his hands.
“Oh cmonnnn,” Ayase whines, grabbing his arm and tugging at it. “You can tell me!”
“I-it's not something that you would understand-!”
“Oh try me!” She huffs, clinging onto his arm. “Just let me help you! I don't like seeing you all stressed out like this!” She pauses for a moment, eyes darting to the ground as she blushes a little. “A-and I care about you, yknow?”
He very pointedly does not look at her, and feels his face heat up from her words. “F-fine.” He mutters. “But don't laugh at me okay?”
Ayase mimes zipping up her lips with an innocent smile.
Okarun takes a deep breath and turns to her, eyes still glued to the ground. “…Okay. So yknow, turbo granny took my…. Thing….” He mumbles. She nods attentively, face extremely serious. “And I haven't had it for a while now… so…. It's kinda… hard to. Um. Relax?”
She looks at him confused for a few seconds, the gears turning in her head. Then, her eyes widen comically. “PFFFFT-”
“HEY! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LAUGH!”
“No! Noooo! I'm not, I'm not! Promise!” Momo laughs, hand pressed hard against her mouth in an attempt to stifle her giggles, shoulders trembling with laughter.
Okarun buries his face in his hands. “Ugh… like I said, you wouldn't understand.”
“Ha, hahaha, no no,” her laughter dies down “no, I get it actually.”
His head snaps up. “You do?”
“I mean yeah, of course! I also….” She trails off, face brightening. “I mean! Anyways!” Momo laughs awkwardly, quickly looking to change the subject. “Has it really been that bad? I feel like any feelings like that would disappear with your, uh, thing.”
Okarun heaves a big sigh, planting his face on the table in front of him. “I thought so too, but now I just feel so… pent up.”
She sucks air between her teeth, grimacing. “Damn. Guess that really sucks.”
“Thanks.” He says flatly.
Momo pauses for a moment, thinking. “Yknow, there's other ways for guys to get off, right? Like, inside?” She casually suggests, doing some erotic gesture with her hands.
He sputters, sitting ramrod straight, his face even more red than before. “Huh??? What are you- how do you know about this stuff???”
She laughs, taking a bite of her dinner. “You're literally online all the time, probably jerking it to every porn video you can find. Don't tell me you've never seen that kinda stuff?”
Okarun gasps, offended. “I don't do that!!! And I don't go searching for weird stuff like you do!!”
“Highly doubt that,” she smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Either way, it is an option?”
Okarun tries to think about it, and shudders. “No, no, that would be gross. It would already be so disgusting to touch down there in the first place. And would probably hurt.” He grimaces. “I-I don't even think I could do that to myself…”
“…I could help you.”
He whips around to face her, eyes bugging out of his head. “MISS AYASE??” He blanches. “Wait- no no no, absolutely not. Again, it'll be really gross, and I won't let you soil your hands like that. And well, it'll be really embarrassing and probably dangerous!!”
“I don't have to use my hands.” She says, raising her hands and wiggling her fingers. He jumps as one of her spirit hands gently poke his nose.
He wheezes, “Y-you’re kidding, right???”
She softens a little, putting her hands down. “I meant it when I said that I care about you.” She says, giving him an earnest look. “Do you.. really not want to?”
His stomach flips. “I-I mean… I do… want to… but-”
“So let me help you!” She taps his knee once, gently, her expression so caring that it brings butterflies to his stomach.
*She’s going to be the death of me.* “Okay.”
Ayase takes his hand and leads him up to her room, food forgotten and house thankfully empty. She motions for him to sit on her bed, leaving for a moment to wash her hands.
*Shit, this is ridiculous.*
Okarun leans against her headboard, sliding his pants and underwear off. *Are we really doing this?* He folds them and puts them to the side. Momo comes back into the room with a teasing smile, hair tied in a small ponytail. She climbs onto her bed, kneeling between his legs as she gently coaxes his knees apart. Fuck, he’s too embarrassed to look, opting to hide his face in his hands.
He feels her stare at the spot between his legs, face burning like hot coals. He jumps as she gently pokes the area. “Hey!”
She gives a slight chuckle, “Wow, you really don’t have anything down here. You’re like a ken doll.”
He groans, refusing to uncover his face. This is fine, this is totally fine. A cute girl wants to help him. *Ayase Momo* wants to help him. By touching him. Shit. “J-just get on with it…”
He hears her laugh softly as she pulls away. “I’ll be gentle, promise. Tell me if it hurts, okay?” She takes a deep breath and for a moment everything stills as she focuses, reaching out with her spiritual powers to make them tangible enough to touch him.
Something presses at his asshole, and he jumps. “You okay?” Momo asks.
This is so embarrassing. “Y-yeah. Just nervous.” He holds his breath as she continues, slowly pushing what he thinks is a finger into his hole. It goes in with little pain, and he lets out a sigh of relief, peeking at her between his fingers.
“How does that feel?”
“It’s okay. Just, uh, feels a little weird.” He shivers, gasping as she presses forth again. It is a weird sensation, not feeling solid enough to think that there’s actually something inside him, but feeling a touch anyways.
She continues to probe is insides, the cold, wispy feeling of her spiritual hands making him shudder. Ayase sees that he’s having no bad reaction to the touch, so she pushes in deeper, testing to see what makes him tick. Her eyes are so focused on him, and he shivers, feeling like a bug being dissected on a lab table.
She pulls out, and a second finger starts to prod at his entrance, slowly pushing in along with the first. His breath hitches, head softly bumping the wall behind him. Okarun gasps wetly as Momo shallowly thrusts into him, twisting her fingers and scissoring them to loosen him up. He feels so full inside, melting into the slight stretch of his hole around her fingers.
She hums quietly, her brows furrowed in concentration. “It should be around here…” That’s all the warning he gets before she crooks her two fingers up and hits a spot within him that sends sparks through his body. He cries out at the unfamiliar feeling, legs trembling from the pleasure. “AH! Ah, Miss Ayase! W-what was that?”
Momo giggles, a triumphant smile settling onto her face. “Found your prostate!”
“My wha-AH!” He moans, back arching against the wall as she presses against that spot again.
Once she finds it she doesn’t relent, thrusting in and out of his ass and brushing against his prostate with every pass. He can’t help but moan, the constant pleasure pooling heat in his stomach. “Agh, Miss Ayase-” he cries, eyes squeezed shut and fists clenching at her bed sheets. With every touch his legs twitch closed, and he squeaks when she grabs onto one of his knees and wrenches his legs apart.
“Cmon, let me see what I’m doing, yeah?” Her voice slides like honey through his ears, mewling as she scissors her fingers again. He finally gains his breath back when she slows for a moment, and he hears her shift as she repositions herself to lean between his legs. He opens his eyes to see her face so close to his, feeling her breath against his nose as she looks at him, eyes focused and intense.
Okarun goes to say something, or kiss her, he doesn’t know what, but he’s startled out of his thoughts as he feels something cold pass through his stomach. Is she... passing through him? “What are you-” he starts, then screams as he feels the same pleasure as he got from when she touched his prostate, except ten times more intense. He spasms, eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck, did he cum? Was that an orgasm? He’s never felt that good before.
Ayase flinches at his cry, quickly pulling away. Okarun sobs as she pulls her fingers out, feeling painfully empty. “Shit, did that hurt? Are you okay?” She scrambles, grabbing his face.
Tears prick at his eyes as he slumps in her hold. “W-why did you stop?” He weakly cries.
“Huh? What was that?”
He whines loud, not caring for how needy he’s acting. “P-please, keep touching me, “ he hiccups, “i-it felt so good…”
Ayase freezes, shock washing over her features before she quickly flips him around, his face pressing into her pillows as he is propped up onto his knees, ass up.
Okarun sobs in relief as her fingers press into him again, crying as she goes directly for his prostate. He feels the cold sensation pass through his stomach again, and moans unabashedly as she squeezes his prostate directly from inside him. He buries his face into her pillow, eyes rolled back in pleasure as she bullies his spot.
He hears her laugh as he moans and shakes from the simulation, undoubtedly drooling into the sheets. Momo leans in close, voice teasing against his ear, “feels good huh? You gonna cum?”
“AH! ANGH! I- haah!” he struggles to respond as she keeps pressing deep inside him. “I don't even know if I nggh, if I can-” he cries. He doesn’t know if he’s cum ten times by now, or if he’s still on his first extremely prolonged orgasm, every touch bringing continuous rolling pleasure.
“Guess I’ll just have to make you feel good then.”
Okarun yelps as he feels more hands trail across his body, cold hands rubbing at his hips and sliding underneath his shirt to play with his nipples. At the same time she presses a third finger into his hole, and he cries out at the stretch. “Momo-AH! Momo, haaahh,” he groans, every noise he makes coming out as incoherent moans and desperate pleas of her name.
He squirms at every touch and pull on his nipples, hips bucking as another hand presses and rubs at his pelvis, where his dick would be. Okarun’s hole is undoubtedly gaping around her ghostly fingers, feeling his insides clench violently around nothing with every prod at his prostate.
“God you're so loud. Is this how you always are when you get off?” Momo teases, running her thin fingers across his back.
Her voice only washes over him, flowing out in one ear and out the other. Was she talking? Did she say something to him? Okarun tries to think, but another twist of his prostate throws any thoughts he has out the window, reducing him to a brainless, whining mess.
At some point he feels his legs give out, arms wrapping around his hips to hold him up as he twitches through the pleasure. He breathes heavy into the pillow he’s gripping, losing his mind as he never reaches a climax, only a rolling, building, never-ending pleasure that makes him see stars.
It’s so much. It’s too much, his body pulled apart by cold wispy hands, slender fingers drawing pictures into his back, held open and touched so deeply at his most sensitive spot. There is no outlet for the building pleasure, no organ to release from as his peak builds higher and higher. A small voice tells him that he’s being ruined, that he’ll never feel this good with anyone else, only Momo. All he can feel is relief, relief that he can put his entire being into her hands, a trust that she can pull him apart and put him back together again, settling deep into his body. One full hand squeeze around his prostate causes him to white out, violently spasming as he screams, though he doesn’t know if he can even make any sounds any more.
When Okarun comes to a few seconds later, he’s laying flat on the bed as her touches slowly leave, eventually only leaving soft kisses across his shoulders as he comes down. He’s in a daze as she takes care of him, washing his hair as he sits under the warm shower head, bringing him water and his unfinished dinner, and soon laying him down to cuddle under the warm blankets of her bed. Momo doesn’t stop kissing him, leaving small pecks all around his face and hands until he finally comes to his senses, warm and wrapped in her arms.
“Feeling less pent up now?” She whispers, pressing her forehead to his as they lay on the same pillow. “Yeah,” he mumbles “…thanks.” Even after all that, he cant help but be flustered.
She giggles, pressing another kiss to his forehead before getting comfortable within the blankets. “You'll let me do that again right?”
Okarun’s face flushes again, holding her hand and rubbing it affectionately. “…Yeah. Of course.”