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It was Friday and Momo had been hopeful for a more quiet weekend after all of the stress they had been through of late. She was lazily draped out over Okarun’s notebook, but rather than using the papers and 0.7mm stick of graphite Vamola had cut to her size for study notes, Momo had found herself tracing her fingers gingerly over the sketches Okarun had mindlessly scribbled.
She felt his gaze on her, cautiously thrumbing his fingers when she regarded the purposefully detailed sketch of herself at the corner of his page. “You are such a good artist,” she hummed up at him. Without glancing back, she could feel his heated cheeks and hear the shuffle of him fidgeting with his glasses, “I just like to make sure my sketches are accurate,” his voice croaked out. She smiled and made a show of kissing the page where a stick figure of Ken had been sketched out next to a torii gate and softly giggled as his breath hitched behind her. It was fun to tease him when she was allowed to share his homeroom for lessons.
Soon enough the final bell rang, signalling the end of their school day and Okarun gently scooped her up to place into his chest pocket. His pocket was by far her favorite of the groups. There was something so comforting about being near the warmth of his chest and listening to his heartbeat. Though, she would never tell him that. Her pride always held her back from reciprocating their shared feelings.
The main group; Aira, Jiji, Vamola, Kinta, and Okarun (with Momo on his shoulder) met up at the school gate, Stopping to the side so other students could pass by while they discussed their weekend plans. “Let Auntie Seiko know I won't be over tonight, my parents want to have us out on a family dinner,” Jiji said, eyes sparkling with joy. “I also will not be at the Ayase Residence this weekend. I have my own crime busting to do,” Kinta said as he posed, “Though please do call me if anything strange goes on. I am an important member of this group, you know.”
“Guess that leaves us three,” Aira sighs, “Three!” Vamola echos while making blowfish poses she had learned from Jiji. “Actually there will be four of us over, at least tonight,” Ken spoke up softly, “Miss Seiko said I’m free to stay over this weekend, but I have to help Miss Ayase with her English.” Momo shot a mocking look at Aira, sticking her tongue out. Aira huffed and turned away, “Well, let's get going. I don't want to miss out on dinner.”
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The four arrived at the Ayase residence only to notice a note Seiko had left behind, a couple recipes they could cook for themselves if hungry. Aira groaned and complained but decided that they could all scavenge for themselves. “A leader does not cook for her subordinates,” she had grumbled before slinking off with Vamola for more speaking lessons.
This left Momo and Ken together in the main room. She looked up at him from his cupped hands, he was scanning the room trying to come up with something to keep busy but she interrupted his thoughts. “Hey,” she murmured to him, twisting her bangs in her fingers as he glanced down at her. “Yes, Miss Ayase?” he answered quickly, his eyes intense as he stared at her.
Shoot, she could feel herself flushing from having his full attention. She was feeling totally normal about being held in the palms of his hands. “Do ya think you could help me run a bath?” she asked shyly, refusing to look back up at him. “A bath?!!-Miss Ayase I couldn’t, you could drown!” he half shouted in concern. “Keep your voice down, m’kay! I don’t need Skank-for-brains to come running. You could run me up to the dollhouse in my room and go fetch a bowl of warm water for me couldn't ya?” She snapped up at him before her voice trailed softly.
When Momo glanced up next, Ken was red across his face and down his neck at the implications of her instruction. “Please?” she asked gently, trying to reassure him, “I would rather it be you helping me relax… I feel safe when it's with you.”
“O-okay,” he nodded decidedly and clutched her to his chest as he headed up to her room.
Okarun placed her down in her dollhouse before running off to grab a hand-cloth and a bowl of warm ‘bath’ water. Momo busied herself by tying her hair up using a miniature elastic band and finally shedding off the itchy doll clothes she had been wearing all day. She wrapped herself in the blanket from the doll-bed to cover herself decently enough by the time Okarun returned to her. He squeeked when he saw her bare shoulders peeking out from above the blanket she held and then shielded his eyes and turned away slightly. “I’ll keep a lookout for you if you want,” he said to her, turning his attention towards her door.
“M-yeah that's fine with me-” she practically dived into the bowl, shuddering and then relaxing as the perfectly hot water bit at her skin. Why hadn’t she thought of this sooner?! This is so much better than the damp cloth Seiko had Vamola and Aira wash her with. My own hot-tub. Momo sighed contently as she relaxed further into the water.
After a while of dozing in the bath, Momo felt eyes on her, she opened her own eyes and glanced up at a red-faced Okarun. He was focused on her face, not allowing his gaze to trail lower even though he could already practically see all of her, he startled as their eyes met, “S-sorry Miss Ayase! You were so quiet, I had to make sure you were still breathing,” he scratched at the back of his neck. “T’s okay, Okarun, I.. I don’t mind if you are looking at me..” Momo stumbled over her words. “But I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you,” he replied. No sooner had the words left his mouth before they heard Aira and Vamola’s voices approaching the bedroom, “Oh no, I turned my attention away for too long,” Ken fretted, mouth hanging agape in panic as the two slid the door open behind him.
Not Thinking quickly of a way to hide without letting on that she was in here naked with Okarun, Momo used her psychic ‘hands’ to throw herself up and into her boyfriend friend’s open mouth and shut it behind her once she was safely past his teeth. She felt him tense up and could hear Aira ask, “You eatin ramen in here? Where’s Momo?”
Ken shrugged at them and held his hands up as if signalling ‘i dunno’. Aira scoffed, “figures that demon would go running off by herself. Now that she's all small it will be harder to interfere with her rituals. C’mon Vam, let's find her!” “Find Momo,” Vamola repeated and closed the bedroom door, following Aira who-knows-where.
Momo let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding and slumped against Okarun’s tongue in relief. She felt it shift beneath her and felt a whimper hum around her body-
OH RIGHT. I’m in Okarun’s mouth! She panicked a bit internally and spoke up, “H-hey, Okarun, you can spit me out now.” She felt his jaw unclench as he began opening his mouth and as he tilted his head down to push her out into his hand, his tongue brushed against her again catching between her thighs. She let out an involuntary moan and her body shuddered as she leaned forwards to grab onto his bottom row of teeth to steady herself. “Mhh Ayahe?” he muffled around her body in concern as she didn’t move to leave his maw. “Ohh, that felt really good… Can you do that again?” she asked him softly, trying not to sound desperate. Ken let the tip of his tongue trail up the back of her thighs and Momo let out a needy whine as she steadied herself, the sound causing his mouth to water around her. She spread her legs a bit more and sighed heavily as she felt her mound press against his tongue fully. “Is this okay?” She asked cautiously, only to laugh when Okarun held out a shaky thumbs up in front of his open mouth. She wondered how hard he was blushing right now.
She braced herself before grinding down slowly. Ken was patient, holding his mouth as still as he could when Momo started building her rhythm, riding against his tongue. Every now and again he would let it slip or flex the muscle and would be rewarded by a gasp or a moan. She fell forwards only to find his index finger propped between his top and bottom jaw to offer support to her. She hugged the finger and once her hold was secure, she felt him start to tip his head back and butterflies danced in her stomach. Now she was half-hanging into his mouth. The greedy maw watered below her and Ken took his charge, licking between her legs greedily. “Mmmf!” Momo let out a startled moan as he attacked her core. Oh fuck he is good at this.. “Okaaaruuuun, holy f- I am in heaven,” she panted as she hugged his finger tighter and he moaned in return, her face flushed as she felt the vibrations of the hum around her body. Her core was tightening, small electric shockwaves sparked through her, warning that she was nearing the edge. Ken licked harder, pointing the tip of his tongue and doing his best to focus near the area he assumed her clit was, it was hard to do with her small size. “Ooh! K-ken! Im gonna cum if you keep that up,” she whined and he lifted her halfway out of his mouth, letting his lips wrap around her waist and sucking on her as he licked. She was finally able to see his face and he was as red as she imagined. The sight of him enjoying her like the best thing he has ever tasted along with the added stimulation of his gentle sucks and his tongue finally drew her over the edge. Momo let out a torrent of moans pressed against his finger, hoping only he would be able to hear as her body quaked beneath her. As she was coming down from her high, he pulled her up and into his hands, cradling her softly as he kissed all over her body. He gently sat her back into the bowl of warm water.
Momo shivered as the water was no longer as warm as his mouth. When she glanced up at him, Okarun had turned his red face away from her, though she could still see the blush down his neck. His hands framing his glasses in a way to obscure her view.
“I have to go take care of something, Miss Ayase,” he stuttered, “I’ll be right back, in the meantime you should get cleaned up and dressed… Maybe we can talk about things when I come back.” He sounded hopeful and she responded in kind, “Of course, Okarun. Please return when you are done with… whatever you need to do. I still wanna hang out with you if you don't mind.” He spared a glance her way and they both shared a warm smile before he got up and headed out of her room. She couldn’t help but smile to herself when she noticed the way he shifted one hand to cover the front of his slacks as left.