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“Alright shorts-fans! This here match is just about tied up, we are going into the last thirty seconds with the Kamigoe Killers sitting at 53 to the Shono-City Shredders at 56! This is a tiiiight game and we got some kyoooties racing out on the track! Woo!” the track announcer shouted into the mic, hyping up the crowd as both teams rolled around the track between rounds.
Hands trembling in excitement as he looked out the window of the booth and down onto the track below, Ken waited for his cue. He really loved his job, and it came with a few perks, too; like getting to see every matchup between the local Leagues and being an integral part in making the matches fun for the audience, while also not having to be front and center like the announcer or the players were.
And he got to watch the home team practice twice a week, that was easily the best part. Especially when number eight hit the track - she was so awesome and cool, as a Blocker or a Jammer, and when she smirked at the crowd and whipped around and between the opposing blockers with her powerful thighs-
“Number fifty-one, Vam-BAM, sweet as honey and outta this world, has to take a break after breaking so many Shredder hearts, you knowwww it! And coming in to replace her? I have just one question for you folks-”
Oh shit, fuck - he was about to miss it. And he worked so hard on the new light program, fuck! Ken frantically flicked the switches for the circling lights and started up the short yet familiar music track, the announcer dancing like a lunatic and then bellowing, “Who you gonna call? That’s right, it’s number eight, our very own Ghoooooost Busterrrrrrrrr!”
The audience roared over the Ghostbusters theme song, and as the teal and green lights flashed over the track, spinning and whirling like mad as the girls all rolled into place, Ken felt pretty good. He could see her tongue-touched smile all the way from the booth, she was doing little tricks for the crowd and he could feel his lips curling at the edges watching her have fun. Because she always looked like she had fun out there - like that was all that mattered.
“And there they go! Our hometown heroines, the Kamigoe Killers have been providing some heavy weight competition for the Shono-City Shredders, it has been neck and neck alllll night! But with Momo Ayase on wheels, weeeee’ll just have to see what happens next! I would like to remind you that this star player is in the running for the Star Jammer this year! The granddaughter of Kamigoe native and bodacious psychic extra-or-din-aire~, Santa Dodoria, maybe she can give us a prediction for who’s gonna win the game - hoooooo boy!” Jiji whooped into the microphone and made a truly insane axolotl face with his hands. The tall man was a high-energy guy, and while Ken personally didn’t get extroverts like him, he could appreciate the frenetic wildness he brought out in the fans.
But his eyes were for Miss Ayase, or Ghost Buster as she liked to be called in skates.
It was impossible to look anywhere else as he watched her speed around the track, faking out the opposing blockers and slipping around them with a grace and athleticism that he was envious of. Passing each opposing team member with relative ease, she netted an easy four points (one for each Shredder Blocker she passed) and tore off ahead of the pack. She was way ahead of the other Jammer, who was being held up by Miko and Muko - a formidable team as always.
Momo was truly in her element here, and with that star on her helmet, everybody in the building knew it, too.
“Ghost Buster is coming around the back of the pack, let’s see if she can get around- Ohhhhhh! A surprise shoulder block from number twenty-eight, Babe Ruthless, but these two ultra cuties I know, Slam Bae and Go-Go-Gyaru, best Blockers in the whole fleet, have formed a wall between them! And Ghost Buster is through the thick of it, can she make it? She’s SAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFEEEEEEE! That’s four more points for the Kamigoe Killers, and with that, the Killers are moving up in the rankings, and the Shono-City Shredders are goin’ home, yo!”
The buzzer rang and that was it. Flicking the switches and running the music that signaled the end of the match, Ken smiled, watching the two teams roll up to slap hands in a display of sportswomanship.
It was an interesting sport. Back when Turbo Granny introduced it to the staff and started organizing events, Ken had considered being a referee but… well, he was abysmal at skating. No balance or coordination at all, much less the stamina to back it up, so that wasn’t feasible. Instead he stayed in the background, running the lights and electronics, and fixing the ancient arcade machines that Granny kept around.
It was enough to keep him busy and make okayish money (enough to afford rent and food, anyway), since Granny also couldn’t afford to replace him seeing as she didn’t know a goddamn thing about electronics or computers. Whereas other staff members, such as Jiji, had to pick up hours doing other things, like janitorial, or finding a second part time job elsewhere.
Jiji was a decent guy, a hard worker for sure, and he knew a lot about any sport Ken could think of (and even more that he couldn't name, he was sure). They’d hang out occasionally after close, or if the afterparty went long, though Ken also tried to avoid the parties in general. Unless there was some new Ghost Buster merch with Momo on it.
That was the case tonight with the brand new season poster, showing Momo in black and white, slamming into the other team’s Jammer with a huge grin on her face. He was never brave enough to ask her to sign any of the stuff he bought, though.
They’d gone to school together (most of the team did, actually - Kamigoe City was large but not that large), and he’d always admired the way she fought for what was right and wouldn’t be intimidated by the assholes that thought they ruled the school. However, it was likely that she didn’t even know he existed anymore. Sure, she’d waved at him a couple times in High School after their initial meeting, when she stood up for him to his long-time bully - but she was way too popular, and cool, and beautiful to ever want to hang out with an awkward fellow like him, so he’d given her space and stayed out of her way - just admiring her from afar.
Sometimes he let himself daydream about if he’d tried to talk to her that day instead. What would be different?
Turbo Granny’s was a local skating rink that had gotten popular in the wave of western obsessions making their way to Japan, though less so in the last decade because the old lady who owned the place (she also went by the name “Turbo Granny” for some reason, no really, even when she signed his paycheck) was still insistent that “disco will never die”. Working here was supposed to be a good part time job, maybe just something to last him through the summer until he figured out what to do with the rest of his fucking life - whether he was going to University, or going abroad, or getting some corporate gig to slowly die in, and so on. But when said owner started up the Roller Derby League four years ago, it did wonders for business, so Ken ended up pulling more hours.
And he was still there, degree-less and directionless.
Two years into his worried ponder over his future, Momo Ayase crashed into the rink like a fucking comet to try out for the team - and it was then that Ken knew he was sunk. He was still so captivated by her that he wanted to shine a spotlight on her whenever she entered the room, but he didn’t have to because she just did that herself with the strength of her personality and the brightness of her beauty.
Momo was sharp as a whip, too. Ken had frequently overheard her conversing, and even arguing, with the Killer’s coach, Zuma. And since they were both clearly as hot-headed as they were when they were all teens, those rows could get legendary. But Momo’s ideas for plays and tweaks to Zuma’s tactics usually ended up working out to the team’s favor, so more often than not, the tall and intimidating man would listen to her. She was indomitable, on and off the track, and she positively soared through the player ranks; she was the roller derby poster girl for the season, and a shoe-in for the Star Jammer title.
And Ken was a fucking simp that couldn’t let go of a six year long, unrequited teenage crush that had no chance of going anywhere.
With the match over, the afterparty began in earnest; some rowdy groups were setting up keggers and taking over the old picnic tables out front for beer pong, and the teams were back in their street clothes and manning their merch tables while the rest of the audience and staff milled around and mingled. Ken figured he could wait a couple of hours to go buy the poster, since the tables were being mobbed right now by ecstatic fans.
Skirting around the edges of the party, he kept an eye on the Kamigoe Killer’s section and started people watching to pass the time. He was practically invisible, and had been since High School, so it was always easy to slip back into being a wallflower.
A lot of people were sitting down to eat, beers in hand and chattering and laughing amongst themselves. Turbo Granny’s kitchen stayed open late on event days, and Ken knew that Kinta and the rest of the food prep team were slammed getting orders out to their patrons. The Roller Derby scene was really popular among university students, though Ken was pretty sure a lot of them only showed up for the parties.
There were also scattered couples holding hands or grossly making out on the roof of a car - Ken rolled his eyes in a wave of disgust; if he were ever in a relationship, he’d rather drop dead than get caught doing something that intimate in a public place.
Some excited fans had brought their kids along to meet the teams, and the women were always extra nice to the little ones, taking selfies and giving them pins and other cool stuff - hopefully inspiring another generation of Derby players.
Eventually the tables were clear, and Ken was able to shift his way politely through the throngs of people to find himself in front of the Killer’s section. Though, it appeared to be unmanned, which was odd seeing as the merchandise was still out-
A woman stood suddenly from behind the table, dusting off a stack of cardboard player cards. Jolting back in surprise, he clutched at his chest, squeaking in a super uncool, very unmanly fashion when he noticed who it was that was actually running the booth: Momo Ayase.
“Oh hey! Didn’t see you there,” Miss Ayase raised one chestnut eyebrow, “You alright, dude? Look like you’ve seen a Ghost.” Then she flashed him a peace sign and giggled at her own joke. Ken blushed furiously because it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and she was such a fucking dork, somehow?
Her street clothes consisted of a black, wide neck tee sitting underneath a bright red half-jacket of some kind with a ruff around the hood, the turquoise glass earrings that he’d noticed she always wore when not in skates, as well as a very short black skirt (totally appropriate for the summer weather, but he could see a massive, purple bruise on her thigh, only half-covered by the cloth, and it was incredibly distracting - so he was really trying not to look at it).
Ken realized that he might be hyperventilating a little bit and was definitely staring. “Uhhh…” he tried to speak, but couldn’t even remember what he’d come down here for.
“... uhhh, you wanna buy something? You’re not one of those skate-chasers right?” she leaned away from him warily and it was enough to snap him back into reality. No way was he some creep who lusted after derby girls!
Well, uh, he really only lusted after one. The one in front of him. But that’s not the point!
“No! N- no,” he yelled and then immediately toned it back down to nervous mumbling, “Um, I wanted to… get the season poster? Uh… please?” He looked anywhere but at the gorgeous woman in front of him, picking at the skin of his knuckles and shifting his weight restlessly. God, he’d never been good at talking to anyone, much less someone so obviously out of his league!
Momo clicked her tongue in disappointment, “Oof, sorry man, but we’re all sold out. You’ll have to wait till next week for more to come in from the printer.”
She looked so honestly contrite that Ken jumped right into reassuring her, tripping over himself, “Don’t worry about anyth- about it! I- I’ll be okay, er, I’ll just… Thank you. Bye.” He turned around and prepared to march his stupid-ass away before he could embarrass himself further in front of his longtime crush, but stopped in his tracks when she called out to him.
“Hey, hold up! Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Ken's shoulders were up around his ears as he peered back at her, “Umm..”
“Yeah! You went to Kamigoe High, I saved your ass from that little bitch Hase in second year, right?” she said to him with a wide grin, then shifted her maroon eyes conspiratorially, beckoning him closer. Like a magnet he immediately stepped back up to the table. When she leaned in to whisper at him he shivered at the feel of her breath on his neck, “Stay right here, I'm gonna go jack Aira's copy for ya. She was just gonna deface it anyway since I got picked over her this year. Be right back! Guard our table with your life!” She issued the command with a hard poke in his direction and ran off behind the building.
Considering he was still frozen in place from when she told him that she knew exactly who he was, staying put wouldn't be an issue - nothing could remove him from his post at this point.
Thankfully, watching the table did not result in a fight to the death, and Momo popped back around the side of Turbo Granny’s two uneventful minutes later with a short paper tube in hand and a mischievous smirk. Once she got back to her side of the table, she unrolled the poster and held it up triumphantly next to her face, “One Ghost Buster season poster, right here! You want me to sign it?”
Ken, who had been pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, fumbled at the question and dropped it on the ground. He leaned down to scoop it back up quickly, eyes darting to the derby player and taking in the sight of two Momo Ayases. It was really interesting to see the contrast between her in her street clothes, smiling beatifically at him (which made his heart pound in his chest) - and seeing her in her element on the poster, absolutely slaughtering an opposing Jammer. Like two different sides of the same coin.
And she was impressive and beautiful and so, so intimidating no matter which set of eyes he was looking at - the printed ones or the reflective, rhodonite ones staring back at him.
“O- okay? Uhh, please?” he nearly whispered, his hands shaking as she picked up a sharpie from the table.
“Who should I make it out to, anyway? I didn’t catch your name all those… What, six whole years ago? Man, it’s been a long time! You still read those space magazines?” she asked, clearly out of politeness and not actual interest, at least he was pretty sure. Because why the hell would she ever want to know more about him? And how in the fuck did she remember what he was reading from that long ago?
“Y- yeah… I do. Umm,” he gulped and steeled himself, considering he was getting her autograph he may as well take the chance she was offering for it to be personally made out for him, “It’s Ken.”
Without even thinking, Momo wrote, “To my biggest fan, Ken-” then paused and looked up, “You want a last name here?”
“Oh, uh, it- it doesn’t matter, really,” he wrung his hands together like a meek toddler and hated himself for it, before he gathered up his courage and corrected, “A- actually, um… yeah, my last name is Takakura, if you don’t… um… mind?” But his voice broke and tapered off into an unsure whisper when he saw the blazing glare she was throwing at him.
“Okay. Yeah,” the pissed and still utterly lovely woman asked with a dangerously sharp edge to her tone, “That’s funny. Who put you up to this? Was it Shiratori?”
“Miss- Miss Holy Roller? She didn’t- I don’t know… uh, w- what?” he stammered, completely baffled, but Momo rounded the table, leaving the poster on the surface and bringing the marker with her.
He yelped when she jabbed a very fast hand out to haul him into her body by the collar of his shirt. They were nose to nose, skin barely touching, chests pressed tight together, and Ken couldn’t breathe.
“Last chance before I hold you down and draw a dick on your face, you liar,” she menaced him quietly, holding the sharpie very close to his cheek - he could feel her words coast across the skin of his face and it made his stomach flip in a not so unpleasant way (he tried not to think about it), “Who put you up to using that fake-ass name?”
“Why would I lie? Th- that’s my real name,” he insisted desperately, frozen in her grip except for a shaking hand on his glasses.
Momo narrowed her eyes in suspicion and poked him just once with the marker tip (he squealed in a humiliating way), muttering, “Prove it, nerd-boy.”
Her breath puffed into his lips and sent sparks racing around his fucking skeleton, and he was fast becoming aware that he was about to have way more problems than a dong drawn on his face if he didn’t get out of her hold immediately. Quickly he held up his wallet, shuffling through it messily to pull out his driver’s license, holding it out to the woman and then jumping when she snatched it from him with the hand holding the permanent marker.
Those nebulous eyes (‘stop staring into her eyes, you fucking idiot - she’ll think you’re challenging her!’) raked over the little plastic ID card, which he’d gotten on a whim a couple years ago when he was considering going abroad. She frowned, and then slowly released him from her very strong, distracting grip, handing him back his license.
“No shit, huh? Well, I ain’t writing it. You can keep ‘Ken’, though,” she said magnanimously. The boy in question shook his head and sputtered preposterously - like she could tell him he was allowed to use his own fucking name? Momo turned back around and bent over to finish her autograph, and Ken tried really, really hard to not look in her direction (he mostly succeeded… kind of.)
Finished, she rolled up the poster and held it out to him, looking away and fiddling with her bangs, “Er, I’m sorry about that shit with your name. Just… When I was a kid I used to have a crush on the actor. So I thought Aira put you up to saying that as a prank. Guess I just wasn’t expecting to get two blasts from the past at once, heh. No worries about the yen. It was cool to see you, dude… Ken. Sorry again.”
Hesitantly grabbing the poster, Ken bowed twice (mortifyingly low, too), squeezed a “thankyousomuchdon’tworryaboutit” out of his seizing lungs and darted back into the crowd, practically sprinting for the safety of the rink. Finally, in his booth he slammed the door behind himself and caught his breath, clutching the poster as tightly and gently as possible.
Oh god. He’d talked to Momo Ayase. And she remembered him.
Finally breathing at a somewhat normal rate again, he unrolled the poster, just for a peek - he’d put it up in his apartment later.
“To my biggest fan, Ken” was still scrawled nicely on the glossy paper, positioned right next to her face. It was followed up by her signature, and his lungs reached up to throttle him with a wheeze when he saw a little heart drawn in underneath.
‘She… she probably does all her signatures like that. You’re getting worked up over nothing,’ he argued furiously with himself, ‘She could have just felt bad, anyway…’ Roughly carding his hands through his perpetually messy hair, Ken sighed, considering, ‘Might as well hang out till everyone leaves. The meteor shower isn’t until one in the morning anyway.’
He grabbed one of his canned coffees from the stash he had hidden away from Jiji in a box labeled “MANDATORY TEAM BUILDING VHS’s”, settling in with his laptop to fuck around on the occult message boards until the indicated time. And he tried not to think about Momo Ayase.
Momo waved to the last customer as she packed up the leftover merchandise. They made a decent haul this time, maybe enough to replace Vamola’s skates - the girl was fast, but hell on her wheels.
“Hey lady,” came a soft voice, and she turned to see her two oldest friends, Miko and Muko, approaching. They came in for a hug and Miko continued, “We were gonna go home, but we saw you talking to that nerdy looking dude earlier and wanted to check in with you - things looked tense for a second there. Figured you could handle yourself, though. He try to get handsy or something?”
“Hah, if anything Momo was the one who got handsy, you saw her lift him up,” Muko chimed in deviously, smiling innocently at Momo while she held her girlfriend’s hand.
“It’s not like that, you skanks,” they all giggled, because that was just how they showed affection, and Momo continued, “He wanted to buy a poster and I thought he was pranking me. Turns out we went to High School together. Dude was legit, too.”
“Oh? What was his name,” Miko asked with a mild curiosity shining in her deep brown eyes, slinging her free arm around Momo’s shoulder.
Momo flushed, about to tell her friends to shove themselves up each other’s asses (because there was no way in hell she was telling them his real name), when Muko interrupted with a finger on her chin, “Oh, wait! I know where we’ve seen him! It’s that kooky otaku from 2C that Momo was obsessed with!”
“Holy shit, babe, you’re fucking right! Wow, were you going to rough him up or kiss him, Momo?” Miko turned to her with a smirk - much to Momo’s growing horror.
“I was not obsessed with him! I looked out for him and waved to him a couple times! Not like we knew each other, we didn’t even talk,” Momo denied vehemently, and her whole face felt like it was on fire.
Just because she’d always kept an eye out for him and tried to wave or get his attention didn’t make her obsessed, jeez. She was trying to be friendly.
Yeah.
“Well, you might actually have a chance now; he’s a fan - he’s got your poster and autograph and everything! What do you think he’s gonna do with it, babe?” Miko continued, as though Momo hadn’t said anything at all.
“Oh, he’s gonna put it above his bed, I bet. Look at her every night - oh! Momo you shoulda left a lipstick mark on it for him,” Muko smirked deviously while delivering this heinous advice. Momo flushed scarlet and absolutely did not have butterflies in her stomach at the thought.
“Shut up! Oh my god,” Momo shoved them toward the direction of their car, “Go home already, you sluts!” The two duplicitous bitches she called ‘friends’ laughed boisterously and then leaned on each other as they walked away. She saw Miko lean in and plant a kiss on Muko’s cheek. It was sweet.
And only further drove home the point that she was single and alone on a Saturday night.
After breaking up with her last meathead tuna of a boyfriend months ago, Momo swore she wouldn’t date anyone else she met at the rink. Turns out, that was the only place she went besides work (and she definitely wasn’t going to date any customers from the maid cafe), so meeting someone outside of that was almost impossible. Online dating was always an option, or even just hook ups, but Momo was a little old fashioned and wanted to meet someone in person, someone she could connect with. Maybe it had something to do with being raised by her grandmother.
Sighing, she packed up the rest of the merchandise, bringing it to her trunk for safekeeping. Everyone else had taken off by now, she’d get the box to Aira at practice on Monday. Reaching into her jacket pocket for her keys, her stomach dropped down to her ass.
Oh, fuck. Where were her keys?
‘Okay, no big deal, Momo. You can retrace your steps, see if they fell out somewhere!’ she told herself, taking in a huge breath of annoyance and backtracking through the side lot and around where the tables were set up, but no dice.
‘Okay, okay, probably in the locker room, then. No worries, there’s gotta be someone here still, and if not you can always call the girls.’
Nodding resolutely to herself, Momo stomped over to the front door, pulling on the handle-
And it didn’t budge. Well, that was fucking inconvenient.
Growling, she dug into the inner pocket of her battle jacket for her phone-
Son of a bitch. The universe was a goddamn cunt, she decided.
Momo slammed her fists into the glass doors and screamed her frustrations to the uncaring night sky. She was half considering how much shit Turbo Granny would give her if she busted a window (she could probably pay to get it fixed - maybe) when a familiar voice reached her over her yelling.
“M- Miss Ayase? What are you still doing, uh, here?”
Whirling around, she looked for the dorky fan that had finally introduced himself earlier, but saw nobody else in the lot at all. It reminded her a little of High School, when she’d catch a glimpse of the boy and then he’d disappear before she could track him down - almost like they always just missed each other.
“Up here,” came the voice again, and she craned her neck back to see the bespectacled, ink-haired man looking down at her from the roof.
“What the fuck are you doing up there?” Momo yelled at him, already pissed off with how this night was going, she was ready to jump to the first (and worst) conclusion, “Are you trying to rob Granny’s or something? I’ll come up there and beat your ass! And then I’ll draw two dicks on your face!” she threw at him for good measure, looking around for a ladder or anything that the scrawny guy must have used to climb up there.
“Um, Miss Ayase, I- I, uh, I work here, actually,” he said, and gods help him when Momo got ahold of his skinny neck, because he was smirking at her like a complete tool. And it wasn’t cute, damnit.
“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t I ever seen you? I’ve been coming here every week for two years, and I’ve never seen your dork-ass!” she argued, still looking around for that ladder.
She glanced back up at him after a long silence, only to find him fidgeting with his big hands again, a blush taking over the entirety of his face. “I, uh,” he started to mumble, and she had to strain to hear him over the distant traffic, “I… guess I don’t get out of the booth much.”
Momo rolled her eyes, but he would have come up with a better excuse if he was actually breaking in, so she begrudgingly accepted it as the truth - he was certainly awkward enough for her to believe it. “Well then, let me in! I left my keys and phone in the locker room,” she grumbled loudly at him, muttering under her breath about ‘useless dorks with stupid names’. It was a couple minutes after he agreed and ducked back onto the roof, but eventually Ken came back to the doors, keys in hand to unlock them and let her in.
Thankfully, her ire had cooled down in the time it took him to come downstairs, so she didn’t slug him. But it was a near thing. Shaking her head, she mumbled a curt ‘thank you’ and made her way to the lockers.
Man, the place really looked different with most of the lights off and nobody else around. It was spooky, but not in a scary way, since Momo was inured to that kind of thing due to her grandma being a Spirit Medium. She thought it was pretty peaceful, actually. Usually the rink was bustling and overloud, bright lights catching on every reflective surface and fucking with her night myopia. ‘Wonder how often that occult guy is here this late?’ she thought idly, thinking about how relaxing it would be to skate with nobody else around - without Aira getting up her ass about a bump that doesn’t even count as a foul, no matter what she says.
Phone and keys collected from her locker, Momo headed back to the main doors, finding Ken Takakura (she shuddered) still standing there, just waiting on her. Probably so he could lock back up and go home himself.
“A- all set?” the man asked quietly. In the shine of light from the parking lot outside, she could see his eyes were a blackish brown - like freshly tilled soil near the rice paddies back home, or a cup of strong black tea.
“Uhh, yeah, I guess,” she started, lightly kicking the back on one foot with the other, “Hey, what are you doing here this late, anyway?”
The man adjusted his glasses and blushed, which was suspicious, looking away from her as he mumbled, “I- I, uh, I work on the lights and electronics. Just… keeping busy, I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck and Momo had just about had enough.
“And are there electronics and lights on the roof?” she asked, smirking when she saw his posture stiffen. She had him backed into a corner.
“Uhm, y- yes. Th- there are,” he squeaked pitifully. Wow, he was an awful liar.
She laughed in his face, “Real convincing, Ken. What are you really doing up there?”
He flushed a darker red and still wouldn’t meet her eyes, the little fuckhead, as he stuttered, “It- I-, um, it’s just a really n- nice night!”
Momo had a feeling that if she threw him off enough, she could get him to spill the beans. Or maybe even let her see what was so special about this particular roof that was worth being so secretive over.
“You were jacking it on the roof, weren’t you?” she accused in a deadpan.
“Whaaaaat?! N- no! What are you stupid?!” he shrieked, clutching the heavy keyring to his chest, completely aghast and appalled. She wanted to laugh at him again, but that might have given away the game.
“Then prove it,” she shrugged.
“Uh… w- what?” he was still clinging to the keys, like maybe he could throw them at her and dash away in the confusion, but he looked unsure.
“Prove it. Take me up there,” Momo replied easily. Honestly, it was kind of fun to rile this boy up, he was kind of cute when he blushed - it even hit his ears and his neck. She wondered how far down his chest it went, but he was wearing a hoodie, so she couldn’t tell.
‘Unless he took it off- woah now, what the hell? God, I’ve been single too long,’ she argued with herself, watching the boy fidget. He was a tiny bit shorter than her, too, she noticed.
“F- fine. I’ll show you up there,” he groused at her, narrowing those eyes that reminded her of home, “But then, y- you’ll leave?”
“Yeah, whatever dude,” Momo agreed, holding a hand out to shake on it.
Ken stared at her hand like it terrified him for several long seconds before reaching out with his own trembling digits and clasping hers. His hands were rough and cool, like he had poor circulation (then again, what person in their generation didn’t), they were also large and he had long fingers that Momo was trying not to pay attention to - he’d always had kind of big hands, even when they were teens, (not that she noticed). He jolted as though she shocked him with the contact, but then he quickly pumped her hand up and down twice and released, turning with a mumbled, “Th- this way…”
Up on the roof, about two stories high, this man she’d just met, but also somehow known since she was a teenager, pushed a heavy metal fire door and held it open for her. As she brushed past him, she caught his shiver, though he obviously tried to hide it.
Turbo Granny’s was located on the outskirts of Kamigoe City, and as such, she could see the taller buildings in the distance; it’s a nice enough view she supposes. Not as nice as the Shrine, but few are. Still not worth hanging out on the roof for, even if the breeze feels nice on her legs in the sticky heat of the night.
Momo turned around to demand some answers when she saw it on the corner of the roof - a telescope, angled up at the sky.
“Aha!” she shouted, and Ken shrank back, “You were doing nerd things up here!”
This seemed to incense the man, because he stood up a little straighter and glared at her, stepping closer, “Astronomy is n- not just a nerd thing! You philistine!”
Oh, this could be fun. It had been ages since Momo had a row with anyone and she was itching to jump on him- at him.
“I don’t even know what that means, so you must be a huge-ass dork. What, checking your star charts and horoscopes?” she fired back with a snort. Of course, she knew that wasn't what astronomy was, but she was having fun with this dweeb now.
“That is astrology - which is pseudoscience, you absolute moron!” he stepped closer again, both hands pulling at his wild hair in frustration.
“I’m not a moron, ya baldy!” Momo snarled, kind of losing the point a little bit as the insults devolved.
He stabbed a finger at his own head, snarling, “Well, you’re so dumb you don’t even know what hair is!” Yeah, now they were just being immature.
Another step closer, and they were practically grinding their foreheads together. She brought a hand up to fist in his hoodie and shove him away, but he faltered at her puzzlingly soft touch and they both froze.
“Uhm…” Momo started, eyes flicking over the man’s face, to his chapped lips, twisting her fingers tighter in his hoodie. It wasn’t like she’d never thought about being this close to him. He had always kept his distance in High School, when there were several opportunities to chase him down and try to pry his shell open. She never took them, though.
He was staring at her too, eyes darting down to-
A shrill beeping split the air between them and they sprang apart like startled rabbits.
Ken brought his digital watch up to his face, pushing a button and silencing the alarm, suddenly whipping his head around in agitation. “It’s about to start,” he nearly shouted, possibly at her, but also maybe at nobody, seemingly forgetting about their feud.
“What is?” the woman asked curiously, and when he turned to look at her, she was startled by the reflection of the far off stars and the sheer depth of excitement shining in his earthen eyes.
“The meteor shower!” he responds with an unlikely ‘whoop’ tacked on at the end. And suddenly her hand is clasped in his cool fingers and he’s dragging her over to the edge of the roof near the telescope. She allows herself to be pulled, but he doesn’t let go when they’ve reached the thing.
But he doesn’t bend down to peer into the expensive-looking device, instead he breathes heavily and stares up at the sky, positively shaking with excitement.
It’s honestly really cute. And Momo doesn’t know what to say about that.
Then his empty hand flies up, pointing past her cheek, “There! It’s starting!”
Following his arm, she can see the small comet streak through the atmosphere, skittering into nothing but dust as they watched its short flight through the sky. Ken laughs next to her, sounding very out of breath, his eyes flashing every which way in wonderment.
He starts talking animatedly, and she can’t help but stare, “They glow because of the extreme friction between the space rock and our atmosphere’s gasses - so as it heats up it produces that tail of light,” he babbled, no longer stuttering, and adjusting his glasses and looking up into the sky as he continued his impromptu lecture, “They’re only meteors until they breach the atmosphere, then they’re called meteorites! I used to try to hunt them all the time, but never got lucky enough to find one.” That sounded disappointing to Momo, but he only seemed a little wistful over it, perhaps even hopeful that he’d find one in the future.
With every streak of light he gasped, like it was new each time. She found herself drawn into his joy and gasped right along with him; their fingers stabbing out into the sky like besotted children with each spotted meteor.
“Scientists have discovered the presence of adenine, guanine, and all the other organic compounds to complete the full set of bases found in DNA and RNA present in all forms of life on Earth,” he rattled off like a textbook. Fuck, if he wasn’t adorable.
For several minutes, nothing else existed - it was just Momo and Ken, a man who loved the stars so fiercely that he’d show something magical to someone he was just arguing with, that he’d teach her new and exciting things simply because he thought they were wonderful. If they were a couple, it would have felt romantic, yet she still ended up staring at the dark-haired boy almost as often as she did the star show.
As the shower began to taper off, Ken tensed, evidently realizing that he’d been holding onto her hand for quite a while now. He pulled back as though she burned him, and maybe she did, because his face and ears were as red as a sunset and he no longer looked at the sky. “I- I’m sorry, M- Miss Ayase. That, er, that won’t happen again,” he whispered to the concrete below them.
‘Fuck it,’ Momo decided, wrapping a fist into the collar of his shirt again and dragging him into her, their lips smashing together hard in the middle.
At first Ken was still as a statue, she was pretty sure he wasn’t even breathing. Pulling off with her eyes still closed for just a moment, she considered stopping - it was possible that she was missing a hint or a signal. But one more try, maybe he was just surprised - nobody could begrudge her just one more.
This time, as her lips pressed into his, he moaned and kissed her back, reaching up to wrap his hand around the one on his shirt, holding it tightly as the other hand slid up between them to hold her hair back on the side of her face. Anything he might lack in experience, he made up for with enthusiasm, following her lead and parting his lips slightly to mouth at her own just after she did.
She felt the hard press of his glasses on her face as she swiped her tongue on his open mouth. Ken took in a huge, shuddering breath, she could feel his shoulders trembling, and then slowly opened his lips more to her.
This was obviously his first time making out, so Momo tried to reign herself in, just a bit, enough to not scare the shy dork away. She slipped her tongue in between his lips gently and slowly, sliding against his own firmly before licking up to the roof of his mouth. An extended groan escaped his throat, vibrating along their tongues and into her own mouth.
It felt great, and a small moan tumbled over her teeth. He caught it with his tongue, delving into her mouth suddenly, as though encouraged by her noise, tracing along the grooves of her teeth like he was trying to climb inside her.
Her other hand had ended up splayed against his chest, she could feel his heartbeat slamming into his ribs. Bringing that hand up to tilt his jaw to a different angle, she pressed back into his mouth as fervently as he had hers.
With the new angle, it wasn't as sloppy, there was more contact, more sensation, and Ken whined into their kiss both hands now in her hair as he sucked on her tongue and licked into her mouth with desperation. Momo couldn’t stop the groan that poured into his mouth, and he groaned back - like hearing her enjoying herself seemed to make it better for him somehow. Which was hot to think about, almost as hot as the very obvious hardness pressed into her lower stomach. It had been awhile since she could appreciate a man appreciating her.
But Ken was breathing hard and fast through his nose as he shuddered against her, whimpering when she began to move her hand down his chest - just a little. Maybe this was too heavy for him, moving a little too fast? He was clearly enjoying himself, but she didn’t want to push him too far.
Slowing the kiss was easier to do than she expected, honestly. In her experience, when guys started kissing her, they didn’t want to stop or slow down - it was all gas and no brakes. But the man who had been trying to chart a course through her mouth seconds ago, picked up on the increased time between her kisses, and that she was softening her movements, even releasing his shirt from where it had been clenched in her fist.
Really, it seemed like he was paying rapt attention to every noise and movement she made, like he was studying her and reacting accordingly. As she reversed slowly back into smaller, open mouthed pressing of their lips, she felt his breath hitting her face. His eyes were still closed, and his head still tilted toward her even though the hand on his neck had migrated down to hold his shoulder.
“Are you okay?” Momo whispered into his lips. Instead of speaking he nodded, their lips brushing between them, and she couldn’t help but press one long, closed kiss to his mouth. He had soft lips, and right now they were bright red from their making out, matching his skin.
Guess he ended up getting a lipstick mark after all.
“Are… are you okay, M- Miss Ayase?” he whispered back, sliding his hands down and out of her hair with a delectable drag of his fingertips along her ears as he skated them down to rest on her shoulders, mirroring her.
“Yeah,” she responded, smiling when he cracked open his eyes, his soil brown gaze unfocused and hooded, staring at her lips, “Just think we need a break.”
“O- okay,” he mumbled, blinking dazedly, “Does… does that mean we’ll, uh, d- do more… kissing later?”
She giggled, “Maybe, if you’re lucky,” he licked his lips and then she was the one staring, “Wanna go downstairs and skate with me?” She figured they may as well do something fun that wasn’t making out, if she was going to continue to slow things down and feel him up- out, feel him out!
Apparently it took him a couple seconds to process her question, his brows furrowed like he wasn’t sure he heard her right. When it hit, his posture turned rigid and his flush increased. He cleared his throat and said, “Uhm, I, uh… I’m not v- very good on, uh, roller skates.”
“You can’t be that bad, come on! I wanna see what it’s like with nobody else around,” she urged, stepping back (his hands, unfortunately, slid off her shoulders to hang limply at his sides) and chucking him in the shoulder a little with a wide smile. He didn’t seem fully convinced, and she was maybe a little devious for it, but she said, “If you do, I’ll kiss you again.”
Ken stood up straight for once and finally looked her in the eyes, “R- really?”
“Yeah,” Momo blushed a bit, “I mean… uh, if you want to-”
“Yes!” the boy interrupted, eyes bright, “Er, if, if, if you, uh, w- want to as well. Y- you don’t have to,” he finished, unsure and blushing.
She chuckled and rolled her eyes, “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to do it again, dork. C’mon, let’s go get you some skates!” He flushed a deep red that went all the way down his neck and his eyes were bright as he trailed after her to the rink.
After Ken turned the lights on above them, he joined her in the center of the track, a beat up pair of rental skates in his twitchy hands, already outfitted in the full set of pads and a helmet. “I, uh, I really am t- terrible at this, Miss Ayase. N- not at all like, uh, like you,” he stuttered as he plopped down on one of the team benches, reaching for the laces of his sneakers.
“You’ve watched me skate?” Momo asked with a sly smirk, not-so-secretly delighting in the way he flushed brick red all the way to his ears at her question.
“... everybody has. You’re the best player here,” he mumbled, eyes laser focused on his socked feet as he toed his shoes off.
“Oooh, you’ll have to say that again when Aira’s around. She’d lose her shit,” she snickered, holding out her hands after the laces were done on his skates. Momo was, of course, already laced up, kitted out, and ready to go; and when he hesitantly placed his sweaty palms into hers, she planted the stopper on her skates and hauled the shaky boy upright.
Suddenly his fingers were clenched around hers, a warbling whimper escaping him as he immediately nearly overbalanced, pitching forward toward her chest with a yelp. She held him up with a laugh, saying, “Hey, you’re reading ahead, we haven’t gotten to the groping yet.”
Ken made a sound similar to a whistling kettle and snatched his hands out of hers, which, as expected, resulted in him crashing hard into the concrete on his ass.
A laugh burst out before she could stop herself and she held out her hands again while he whined like a big ol’ baby, “Miss Ayase! I told you I was no good at this! You don’t have to laugh at me…”
“Sorry, sorry,” she assured him, trying to contain the giggles, “You just went down so fast. You might have a bruise like mine in the morning,” and she patted the bruise on her thigh for emphasis. His eyes followed the motion, locking on to her leg for several seconds before he looked up at her, flushing more somehow after he saw her smirk.
It really had been awhile since she could appreciate a man appreciating her.
But the man in question just groaned when she raised an eyebrow at him, slapping his hands into hers so she could pick him up again. It was easy, he definitely weighed less than she did, he was so damn scrawny.
Still holding his clammy hands, she started to skate backward, and he tried to follow her in timid starts and stops. Legs wobbling like a newborn colt, constantly looking down - just awful form, really. He probably knew that, though, so she tried to gentle her tone (and not giggle) as she told him, “Look at me, not at your skates.”
Those big, brown eyes crawled up to hers, he was breathing heavily again, but it was obviously due to nerves. He could use some encouragement, so she squeezed his fingers and kept moving back until they reached the sloped wooden track, crooning at him, “Hey, see you’ve almost got it! Now turn sideways, good; we can walk up like freshwater crabs on our way to the afterlife!”
A baffled laugh bubbled out of him as he slowly followed her movements, still clutching one of her hands, “Wha- what the hell does that even mean?”
“Come on, you gotta know who my grandmother is by now, you’ve been to enough of my games. She says that spirits turn into freshwater crabs to cross the River Styx and get to the afterlife,” the derby girl informed him with an air of confidence. Distractions were good, he was too nervous.
“That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, Miss Ayase,” Ken told her, completely stone-faced. In the past, she’d have probably blown up at a guy for saying anything resembling criticism of her Granny, but now she could admit that he had a point.
Snorting, she said, “Oh, trust me, that’s far from the craziest shit she could tell you. Alright, you ready?” He clutched at her hand harder and squeaked, but she kicked off anyway, pulling him next to her at a pretty sedate pace, if you asked her.
Looking at the man, his face now bloodless from apparent fear, she noted that his knees were locked straight, “Hey you gotta bend your knees when you move or you’re gonna go down!” Even though he looked like he’d rather do literally anything else, he did start moving his legs and bending his knees in a jerky fashion.
“Good job,” she assured him, and his terrified eyes darted over to hers before flicking back to the track in front of them (at least he wasn’t staring at his feet anymore). The next part was always the hardest, but he seemed to kind of have the basics, the rest was balance and instinct - which he might not have, to be honest, but they’d find out. “Okay,” she started, “We’re coming up on the curve, you need to lean your weight without toppling over, got it?”
“No!” he wailed, and it took everything in her to not laugh again at his stark terror.
“Well, we’re doing it anyway,” she yelled back, trying to whip him just a little into the turn, just a nudge to help him.
But he was stiff as a board and listing too hard toward the center, and then he panicked and released her fingers in a sudden flail as he picked up speed and curved hard toward the dugout benches in the middle of the track.
Momo, experienced as she was, was able to stop almost on a dime, following his path until he pinwheeled hard enough to slam his ass into the pavement again. She winced; ‘Oof, he probably isn’t going to be very happy…’ she thought as she rolled her way over next to him.
“Hey, buddy… you okay?” she asked softly. Ken groaned, lying flat on his back where he’d skidded to a stop, hands pressed tightly to his eyes under his round glasses.
“No… I humiliated myself in front of a beautiful girl,” he mumbled in a surly way that did nothing to stop the blush filling her cheeks at his unthinking, honest compliment.
Dropping to her knees she leaned over him, “Hmmm.. you’ll be alright,” she offered her unasked assessment, “Besides, I think that girl was impressed you tried at all.”
Pulling his hands off his face, Ken peered at her incredulously, “R- really?”
“Yeah,” she told him easily with a smile, one arm bracing her up on either side of his head, before leaning further and planting her lips on his.
He sucked air in sharply through his nose and a surprised, muffled yelp sounded from his throat, but he recovered faster this time, raising his hands to frame her face again, his long fingers bumping into her helmet and jolting her head back a little awkwardly.
“S- sorry,” he mumbled, eyes darting over her face as he started to remove his hands.
Momo didn’t want that, though, and slotted their mouths together for another deep kiss, her tongue pushing past his pliant lips and meeting up with his own eager one as he moaned. His hands framed her jaw instead, thumbs sweeping up and down on her neck in a way that sent a shiver up her spine and a bolt of lust between her legs.
Shifting back for a moment to look at his face, flushed and cute with his glasses fogged up from their heavy breathing (her eyes lingering on the spot from the marker), Momo was taken by surprise this time when the boy pulled her face back down to his.
Several open mouthed kisses were placed sweetly on the bow of her lips, and when she opened her mouth invitingly he dove inside. He hummed against her mouth, turning his head to kiss her further, reaching as far as he could while his fingers resumed their expressive movements. Fuck, she’d bet he was good with his fingers - he was always moving them, and his hands were so big.
She knew she was moaning, and she pressed her chest into his, utterly delighted when he whimpered and let her take over the kiss, plunging into his mouth while he trembled below her, a near continuous stream of moans echoing between them. Momo caught his lip between her teeth and bit down gently, and he groaned so loudly that she was thankful the building was empty aside from them. Taking his queues from her again, Ken sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, quite a bit harder than she had, but fucking hell, it fanned the flames that were already burning in her abdomen and she rewarded him with an appreciative, long moan.
Encouraged, he nipped at her lips again, just little teasing ones - so, she could hardly be held responsible for escalating things from there.
Retreating just enough to hear him whine, Momo moved her kisses to his cheek, chin, jawline, and then down until she reached the side of his neck and sucked his skin in between her teeth. The ink-haired boy beneath her gasped and bucked twice into the air, she bit down harder and a ragged yelp tripped its way out of his mouth followed by mumbled curse words when she licked the spot.
Lifting up, she shot a sly smirk down at Ken, who was still gasping for breath, fingers spasming on her jaw while he reactivated his brain. She giggled, and he devolved into breathy chuckles alongside her.
The silliness subsided, and they were looking at each other when he ran his thumb over her lips thoughtfully, whispering, “I’ve never… kissed anyone before tonight.”
Another burst of giggles made its way between them, because of course she could tell, but he was so cute and when he looked at her like that it made her want to kiss him again. Instead, she whispered back, “Yeah? How’d I do?”
A slow, blushing smile took over his face and he hummed contemplatively, “Hmm… I don’t know. I might have to try a couple more times to be sure.”
Momo couldn’t resist leaning down to meet him in a long, slow press of tongues and lips and teeth; teasing and pulling each other apart, twisting and sliding as low, pleased groans swirled within their chests. Until they separated, some moments (minutes, hours, days) later, her phone chirping in her jacket pocket.
“Ugh,” she sighed, fishing it out and looking at the time. Shit, it was already two in the morning - her shift tomorrow (today?) was going to be total ass. “I should get going,” she mumbled grumpily, watching as Ken’s eyes became clearer as he processed what she was saying.
“Oh… uh, o- okay,” he returned quietly. She frowned, why’d he get all meek again? But then he removed his hands from her face and jaw, placing them flat on the ground so she could get up freely.
“I, uh, I’ll see you around, right?” she asked, trying not to let too much hope seep into her tone, it only kind of worked.
His head snapped up from where he was sitting up and looking at the concrete, his black tea eyes full of disbelief, “Uh, y- yeah! If, if you want to, I- I mean. I’ll, um, I’ll be here.”
Momo looked down at the ink-haired man, his curls just long enough to attempt to escape from his helmet. He was adjusting his glasses and looking up at her as she stood with wonder clear on his face, accompanying a small smile that made her grin back. She held her hands out to him once more, and when his long fingers linked with hers she pulled him (wobbling) over to the bench.
Sitting next to each other, they both took off their skates and many pads. Momo stood, clad in her socks, holding her skates in one hand and looked at the astronomy nerd, who was still seated. Leaning down slowly, she lightly gripped the collar of his hoodie and pressed a long, open mouthed kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, hovering in front of him still (close enough to feel the puffs of his breath across her cheeks), his eyes were closed.
“See you at practice?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“You will,” he assured her quietly, clearly gathering some courage and tipping himself up to press one more chaste kiss to her mouth. God, she’d never get home if she didn’t leave now, she’d stay here tasting his lips and his skin until the sun came up - or until that old bat came to chase her off. It sounded nice.
With a final wave (and a shy one in return from the boy), Momo left the rink.
Unfortunately, Momo had work in the afternoons directly after practice for the week - there was some sort of local festival going on and her hours at the cafe had increased dramatically as a result. The tips were nice, but she barely had time after practice to say hi to the boy that she'd constantly been thinking of before having to speed off to catch her shift in time.
After the first practice she hardly even saw him stepping out of his booth as she was running to the locker room to get showered and changed. And following the second practice on Thursday, she shoved him back into the little electronics room to kiss him silly for five minutes before jetting off again.
Fuck, they hadn't even exchanged phone numbers.
They knew next to nothing about each other, but those stupid butterflies that she thought she’d gotten over after graduation were back with a vengeful hurricane of want and affection. This dork somehow managed to stick in her mind, doing, with just one way too close argument and a night of stargazing and rollerskating, what many other dudes couldn’t pull off with months of dates and sex and fun.
Maybe it was because his eyes were comforting and soft, that wild hair looked silky and she wanted to shove her fingers in it to see what he did, and he was just an inch or two shorter than her and it lit a fire somewhere in her gut to think of him looking up at her and flushed like he’d been on the roof.
Ken was nothing like what she thought her type was, but she’d be lying to say that he’d never crossed her mind in a considering way since she saw his dumbfounded baby deer eyes looking at her in awe and surprise back in second year. And then there’s another thing…
That name.
Ken Tak- fuck, she couldn’t even think it without getting flustered, even if that childhood crush was literally dead and impossible.
Now she could actually call out his name during- “Ugh, you fucking horndog,” she growled at herself, shaking her head for the umpteenth time in self-recrimation, “God, he’d never even kissed anyone and you’re ready to steal his V card in his office? Slut much?”
It was stupid. Slut shaming was stupid. Self slut shaming was even worse.
“So, you haven’t had sex in awhile and this guy… makes you wanna tear his clothes off and ride his sweet, totally innocent face into oblivion. So what? You can keep it together, he might not even be into that kinda thing, or he might want to take it slow. You don’t know anything about him,” she tried to reason with the idiot in the mirror.
Since there was an actual game tonight, she was applying some Gyaru-style makeup and putting some more effort into her routine. Sure, she was probably gonna be covered in bruises by the end of the night, but based on the way the boy’s eyes had slid down her bruised thighs, she’d say that he didn’t mind the tough-girl look.
Maybe she’d even get him to give her a couple extra ones under her skirt-
Jesusfuckingchrist.
Horn. Dog.
Who cares if he looks like (and is, based solely upon the heated kisses they'd shared once he figured it out) pretty good with his mouth?
Fuck.
The rest of the day crawled by (with Momo spending waaaaay too much time thinking about how his skinny hips would fit so well between her thighs), but eventually Momo was shucking her uniform over her head, “GHOST BUSTER” emblazoned on the back of the hockey jersey, with nothing but a sports bra on underneath so she didn’t die of heatstroke on the track. Paired with medium length skirts that matched the jerseys in design, it was a cute, if creepy look. Momo adored its weirdness. The rest of the team was almost ready as well, sliding the Jason Voorhees, classic style hockey masks and rolling out to the dugout benches in the middle of the track to join Unji and go over strategy.
Their red-haired asshole glowered at them, arms crossed over his chest, alternating his stern gaze between Momo and Shiratori warningly. They’d gotten into a short pummeling session last practice when Aira had hip checked Momo hard enough to slam her over the edge of the track and into the stands. She was ultimately fine, just a bloody knee and elbow, but she’d seen red and leapt on the bougie-pink nepo baby as soon as she and the rest of the team had come within range to check her over. Aira still had a black eye.
Served her right.
“Don’t give the other team extra points just because you two are so far up each other’s asses that you can chew on your hockey masks,” both girls opened their mouths to argue, but a cold glare silenced them as he continued, “The Byakuja Bad Guys should not be underestimated. All of them are relatives and they do the teamwork thing a hell of a lot better than you - they also have a bit of a reputation for underhanded plays and hits that they manage to hide from the refs. So you’ll have to watch out for the Blockers blocking a lot more than just the Jammers. Keep it clean, follow the plays, don’t let them goad you into a fight.”
Vamola raised a slim hand, “Even if we kick all asses, Unji-sama?”
“You can show me how you’d kick all their asses when you score more points than they do, Vam-BAM,” Zuma corrected in a deadpan manner. The blonde foreigner shouted ‘hooray’ with an extra helping of emphasis and everyone on the team grinned at the pep she brought wherever she went - even their hardass coach’s lips tilted up just slightly at her enthusiasm.
The stands around the track carved into the concrete floor were nearly full now, the crowd growing to a fever pitch of excitement when the lights flashed and signalled that the teams were about to do their laps, showing off their rosters and whipping up the audience.
Because they were visiting, the Bad Guys got to go round first; raising their fists and yelling about Jennifer Lopez, doing strong-armed martial arts moves as they were led by their main Jammer, an older woman with an afro who was nicknamed “Slam Lord”, and was apparently the mother of these incredibly burly, masculine daughters.
Seeing as most of those in attendance were Kamigoe natives, the Byakuja team didn’t get a terribly warm reception from the crowd. But once they stepped off the track and the Kamigoe Killers raced up in formation, hockey sticks in their hands (just for fun and accessorizing, they didn’t use them during the game, obviously) the folks surrounding them shrieked and wailed their love of the home team.
As Jiji called each team member, you could hear the “number one fans” get even louder and more crazy, Aira (or “Holy Roller” as she was introduced) even had a huge number clustered together with painted pink faces shouting her name and falling all over themselves when she blew a kiss in their direction.
Once he got to Momo, the crowd went absolutely insane, and the girl was thankful for the hockey mask that hid her flush from the hundreds of people circling the track, especially once that fucking music and light show started up and followed the team around the track, many voices joining in to sing along about “something strange in the neighborhood”.
‘That dweeb, not like I’m the only one on the team,’ she thought to herself in chagrin. It was a little embarrassing, he’d never pulled this before during the roll call, but it was also really flattering. And she really wanted to kiss him and call him stupid and stuff her hand down his pants because of it.
Or maybe stuff his hand down her pants. She’d see how she was feeling after the game.
The Killers won, of fucking course they did, even though the Bad Guys were throwing illegal moves out left and right, as well as getting really rough with the girls in their hockey jerseys. Despite getting smashed by a high elbow in the cheek, Miss Holy Roller cinched them the points necessary to win from her place as the Pivot when Momo (er, Ghost Buster), Slam Bae, and Go-Go Gyaru formed a wall to protect her, passing the star to the pink-haired woman so she could sneak through the pack and past the huge Blockers from Byakuja.
Moving up in the rankings, the Kamigoe Killers were almost a shoe-in for going to the championships. Well, also for hosting the championships again - seeing as Turbo Granny kinda started all of it and had one of the largest rinks in the tri city area outside of Tokyo.
Therefore, it was time to party.
Not that there wasn’t a party even on the rare occasion that the Killers lost, but this time it was absolutely hopping.
Ken hung out on the fringes of the drinking and activities, but the noise pulsing from several sub-woofers in the back of some douchecanoe’s Honda was giving him a pounding headache. And he definitely wasn’t getting Miss Ayase’s attention over all of her hundreds of adoring fans. Miss Holy Roller may have been the hero of the night, but Momo was the star player to most.
Based on what Momo had mentioned last week after they… um, after they kissed, that probably pissed Miss Shiratori off, so he was pretty sure the women were going to be butting heads magnificently tonight.
For some fans, that’s a dream come true. Ken really just wanted to spend some time with Momo, not surrounded by a horde of sweaty people, or her team members - most of whom could tell her exactly what a loser he had been in High School and still was.
After slinking off to the roof with one of his canned coffees (he could have swiped a beer but he wasn’t really much of a drinker and it probably wouldn’t help his headache), the recluse slowly scanned the sky and adjusted his telescope. The equipment cost as much as a car might have, but Ken rode his bike pretty much everywhere and the additional rent for parking in/nearby his building was unjustifiable.
Especially when he could spend it on a bomb-ass Celestron CGEM II. Astrophotography was something of an avid hobby of his, he’d even submitted some photos to MU Magazine before and gotten them published. Hadn’t found evidence of life off-planet yet, though.
Of course, during the past week he was surprised to realize that he wasn’t searching for a connection in the stars while he gazed up into the celestial glow. It was because of them that he’d found a connection here on Earth, and what a connection it was!
Momo Ayase. With a complete dork like him?
Well, if they were even together. Sure, they’d kissed a couple times.
A few times. She made out with him for five desperate and beautiful minutes two days ago. Miss Ayase had pushed him down in his ratty office chair and climbed into his lap - and he was pretty certain that he’d achieved some kind of head injury that resulted in such a vivid hallucination, because there was no way she’d grind down on him and put his shaking hands on her ass like that in real life, right?
Her poster was carefully taped up in his bedroom (/living room/kitchen/dining room), which had caused some rather lurid dreams. But seeing her face first thing in the mornings and remembering the feel of her warm lips against his, or her teeth on his neck while they lay together in the center track, made him blush and smile so wide that it hurt.
Fuck, he’d been harboring a crush on her for more than six years! And she kissed him!
Maybe there’d be more kissing in his future? Or possibly even…
Shaking his head, Ken clapped his hands to his overheated face in consternation. If he tried to come on to Miss Ayase like that it would definitely go poorly. He’d probably make a fool of himself and scare her off.
Not like he had anything to offer her. He had a dead end job (that he enjoyed, but still), was total shit at rollerskating, wasn’t much to look at, didn’t attend University when he’d had the chance, spent all of his extra money on nerd crap, and lived in a shabby, closet-sized apartment.
“Sure, let’s go back to my place,” he mocked himself in a sarcastic, sotto tone, “You can ride on my handlebars! Oh, let me just move the table out of the way so we can make love on my roll out futon. What a fucking bummer… no way is she actually interested in someone like you, dumbass.”
“Hey, I won’t complain about a roll out futon, I can sleep anywhere,” came a sudden, giggling voice right behind him that caused him to yelp and stagger into his telescope. Scrambling to grab it before it went tumbling to the floor (or off the roof) Ken then whipped around to see the woman of his fucking dreams standing there, still in her derby uniform.
Smirking deviously. And cutely.
“M- Miss Ayase! I- I didn’t, uh, hear you come up-” Ken halted and looked at her, eyes suspiciously narrowed, “Wait, how did you get up here? You don’t have keys.”
Momo rolled her eyes and dug a key ring out of her pocket and jingled them in front of him with a wide and evil grin, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Huffing and crossing his arms in front of him, he accused her, “Yes, actually I would. Did you steal Turbo Granny’s keys?”
“I’ll tell you if you tell me more about that futon.”
Ken choked on his own sharp inhale.
Oh god, she heard everything, didn’t she? Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He should just walk off the roof and save himself the inevitable rejection.
When he’d finally gotten done hacking and coughing into his elbow, Momo was fiddling with her hair and her cheeks were a very attractive shade of red that he wasn’t fucking staring at. She also wouldn’t meet his eyes, but maybe that was the best. No need to traumatize her when he hopped off the ledge nearby.
“Wh… what?” he chanced, croaking at her. Surely he’d heard her incorrectly and the hopeful heart crashing around in his chest was just a result of brain damage from lack of oxygen.
“Uhhh… I-” the girl blew air between her lips and looked at her feet before continuing, “I was, um, wondering about what you… said. About your futon. And…” She trailed off, face almost purpling as she practically tugged on her hair.
Wow. Maybe he’d been hit in the head by a meteorite? Too bad the impact would have killed him and he wouldn’t be able to submit it to the Kamigoe Institute.
He stood there blinking at her. Like a moron.
“Look, uh,” she valiantly started again, seeming to draw from the bottomless well of courage that she used in everything she did, “I really liked… er, kissing you. And I was sorta hoping that you might… have liked it too? And maybe wanna do it some more?” Those intense eyes (just as captivating as the pink center of M43 in the Orion Nebula) were fixed on him, waiting for his reaction.
Before he’d even fully comprehended her words (request? A request to kiss someone like him?!), his head was nodding so fast he might fucking pull something, and he stepped forward without thinking, coming within range of her.
She could have all of him if she wanted.
It was up to her. Even if she said those sorts of things, he wanted it to be something she wanted, too.
Because he’d wanted them for so long that he really shouldn’t be trusted with that decision alone.
She giggled again and it sounded like the most beautiful of bells, and he wanted to hear that noise again and again. He wanted to see what other kinds of noises he could get out of her. He wanted to make her smile and laugh and moan and be happy. God, he’d do anything if it made her happy.
Her hand reached out to grab his shirt like last time, dragging him forward the few inches between them and pressing her plush lips against his chapped, gaping ones. And thank the fucking gods hiding amongst the stars, because he really thought this wasn’t going to happen again, but somehow…
Here she was.
Lips opening to him and her wet tongue swiping delectably inside his mouth.
Ken didn’t know what to do with his hands, but they eventually found their way to rest upon her soft waist, rough callouses catching against the jersey material. As the kiss grew hotter and more needy, little moans creeping out of his throat while she fucking traversed his gums and teeth and cheeks, he unconsciously gripped the cloth of her uniform and pulled her tighter against his chest. His fingers clenched and he wished he had access to her skin as she groaned and it vibrated his goddamn bones.
Momo leaned into him even more, leading him backwards and coaxing more helpless whimpers from him with her heavenly tongue and lips. She could throw him off the roof and he’d have been so lost in her kiss that he’d let it happen. His knees didn’t meet open air, however, they hit the cold steel of a rooftop air vent and she pushed him to sit hard upon it, her knees coming up to bracket his slim hips easily.
Holy shit, she was gorgeous and her body was searingly hot. Ken groaned embarrassingly loud when she rocked her boiling, clothed center onto his very interested cock. When did that happen? Probably immediately after she grabbed him - hell, maybe when she mentioned his fucking bed.
Either way, his mind was breaking down into individual atoms at the soft wetness he could feel through his slacks, dick twitching sharply up into her silken heat. She moaned and rocked more firmly into his hardness and he was lost in her. Momo smelled amazing, like salty sweat and flowers and the Sea of Japan and he wanted to drown in her waters - bury him in her ocean, allow him to rest between her tides, where she could roll against him until he was worn smooth and content and slumbering beneath her weight.
A musical moan passed from her tongue to his while his hands finally migrated to her wide hips, pulling her hard onto his lap. “Is this okay?” Momo whispered into his open mouth, gasping against his lips and grinding onto him with a questioning but purposeful pressure that sent stars and sparks skittering behind his eyelids.
“God, yes. Please, Momo - want you so much,” Ken begged readily, squeezing her hips and nipping at her mouth, desperate to continue. A shuddering and loud groan ripped out of his lungs as she pressed herself into him again in answer, shoving her tongue into his mouth and trying to swallow his very breath.
Fuck. This was too hot, too exciting. Ken was at the end of his fucking rope and they hadn’t even done more than heavy petting. His chest was heaving as he rutted up into her - shit, she ran her nails along his scalp, dragging over his ear in a way that was equal parts distracting and electrifying.
Momo pulled her mouth out of range of his seeking lips and he whined, bucking up feebly and gasping at the wetness he could feel soaking through his clothing and hers. Her teeth closed on the skin of his jawline, nipping as she moved down his neck and making him yelp while bolts of lightning zig-zagged down his spine.
Encouraging, tiny moans were drawn from the beauty on top of him as he pressed his twitching cock right up against her hidden pussy. He’d never wanted her more - which was crazy, because he’d always wanted her, since he was sixteen fucking years old.
Delicate but strong hands moved down to tease along his belt, and he mumbled the word ‘yes’, over and over, into her auburn hair. He was pathetic, desperate, a sopping wet mess - putty under her fingers and mouth and utterly intoxicated by her weight, her touch, the flavor of her mouth and the sensation of her tongue on the column of his throat. As she undid his buckle he started trembling.
This couldn’t be fucking real. Momo Ayase could not actually want him in this fashion.
Then her hands were tugging his zipper down, pulling his swollen length from his underwear and pants in the same motion. The sticky night air had nothing on the feel of her overheated fingers wrapping firmly around his tip, feeling down him and pumping his foreskin over his shaft twice.
God, he was going to cum all over himself if she kept that up. Every nerve ending in his body was on alert, each brush of skin or the wet coasting of her tongue and lips over the stubble on his jaw was enough to send him into orbit.
Momo was gorgeous, unbelievably cute, and she pumped him a couple more times, twisting her tongue around his weak moans before lifting off again to ask, “Can I?”
It was open ended and vague as fuck, but Ken desperately repeated his earlier mantra of affirmation - she could do anything she goddamn wanted, so long as she wanted him.
Momo removed her legs from atop his, and he froze, absolutely sure that this was all over in that split second of fear. She changed her mind, realized he was a loser, and was going to tell him this was all some big joke.
But she sank down to her knees and kept her hands on his profusely leaking, sticky cock, and he was hypnotized by the gleam in her eyes, the pinch of her tongue between her teeth as she grinned. Then that pink tongue darted out to swipe along the pooling precum on his tip, sliding over the slit of his head- and feeling rent his body asunder.
He should have told her she didn’t have to do this; it would have been the right thing to do, the gentlemanly thing to do. But he was greedy, he wanted to know what her mouth felt like, he wanted to have something to hold onto from this encounter, to remember the feeling of her lips around his hardness for the rest of his fucking life.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, that feels incredible, ohgod,” he rambled and slurred instead, her soft fingers trying to pull him apart with their careful but firm ministrations. Shit, shit he was already so close! Trying to think about anything else besides the burning, slick muscle now twining around the head of his cock, Ken latched on to the very involved cleaning and maintenance procedure for his telescope.
It didn’t work for long, however, unable to stem the tsunami of pleasure rising at the base of his spine when Momo started working his shaft with one hand and took him halfway into her scorching cavern of a mouth. God, it was like fucking wet silk and the way too loud groans and panting that were coming from him had to be heard by someone outside this bubble of desire and heat and terrifyingly good sensation.
His hips jolted up of their own accord, and he fought the urge to buck harder into her gorgeous, hypnotizing mouth, especially when she groaned as his limbs began shaking and he was wracked by the incoming riptide of pleasure with each tiny thrust up into her hand, sliding slick on her tongue.
Momo rolled with him, taking him further in between her lips and increasing her tempo while he was absolutely certain that his veins were filled with slow, superheated magma.
He was gonna lose it. Holy fuck, “M- Momo! I-, shit I’m cumming-” he tried to warn her, hands fisted in her hair, trying to push her off so he wouldn’t splash onto her tongue - even if the thought was hot as hell.
But her obscenely strong arm (the one attached to the hand that was not jerking furiously on the base of his overwrought dick and trying to speed his already pitifully fast orgasm) wrapped around his waist and pulled him tighter against her hot mouth, more of his cock sliding in. She hollowed her cheeks and suckled on him and the contractions of her muscles hip checked him bodily over the ledge of his approaching climax.
Whole body tingling and going near numb with the intense waves of static, Ken was only barely aware of Momo’s throat spasming as he shot his cum down it (harder than he’d ever fucking felt before, he was suffocating through the pulsing waves, his brain dripping down his spinal column) before she backed off a little, still pumping her hand on him slowly. God, he felt like she was milking his soul out of his cock, consuming everything he was, and he was trapped in a loop of her name, stretched out and repeated ad nauseum as he rode the waves to completion.
It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. As his limbs became mobile again, thighs twitching madly as though he’d been in shock treatments, he ran his fingers through her hair and over the sides of her face and neck in reverence. He gasped and whined as she gave him a few last, gentle strokes and one final, long suck. She was going to kill him, holy shit - oversensitive but somehow still hard, his dick was flushed pink and still bouncing in front of her face.
The placement of a soft and lingering kiss on the underside of his head made him yelp at the overstimulation. It was utter agony and heavenly at the same time. He heard her swallow the mouthful (and fuck, there had been so much) and his dick twitched in astonishment.
“You- fucking hell, you d- didn’t have to do any of that, M- Miss Ayase-” he started to say.
“I think we’re way over using last names, Ken, considering I just sucked your dick,” the devious temptress said while smirking, hand still wrapped around the base of his overeager penis. “How, uh, how was it?” she asked, looking at his dick and making a soft motion that caused a hiss to blow past his clenched teeth.
Even with the aftershocks of his orgasm winding their way through his body, the boy could tell she was a little nervous. Tiredly and oh-so carefully, he tilted her face up to meet his eyes instead, whispering between heavy breaths, “You… you were amazing, M- Momo. Jesus christ, you’re so fucking pretty, and good, and… amazing. S- sorry, um, that I came so fast.” Fuck, he probably sounded like a moron.
But she giggled, having mercy and releasing his turgid length from her hand, “Don’t worry about it. I like blowjobs and all, but I’m not gonna complain about it being shorter.” The goddess, still unfathomably on her knees and between his legs, looked up at him with those cosmic pink eyes and blushed unsurely. His mind painted a permanent portrait of the vision she was, seated so close to his need, that gorgeous tongue-pinching grin leaving him helpless with longing.
This couldn’t end yet, god he just needed a little more time with her. He rushed to intercept any goodbye, “Um! Can I, er… can I h- help you? Too?”
Tasting her would be a dream come true. In fact he’d dreamed of it before, thought of it while fisting his leaking cock in his roll out futon (long since over the guilt of imagining a girl who barely knew he existed after years of desire).
The heat in her cheeks brightened, but she smiled shyly up at him and said, “Uh, yeah. I- er, I was hoping you’d want to, actually.”
“More than anything,” sped past his lips before he could think about how weird he was being. But she hid another nervous giggle behind her hand and patted her hands on his still-sensitive thighs and stood up.
“Switch me places?” she murmured, close to his lips. Ken nodded eagerly and leaned forward to connect their mouths again. Momo groaned loudly when he thrust his tongue along her teeth. He could taste the remnants of his jizz, sure, but that just made him remember what Momo did for him and intensified the whole kiss; her essence overpowered his. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and moaned, biting her lightly and nibbling on her lips as he moved to stand in her hold, hard dick pressed between their stomachs - poking out of his underwear and slacks.
Twisting with her, Momo sat where he had been on the vent, spreading her legs for him as Ken slowly lowered himself; practically phasing out of existence, he was vibrating so quickly in excitement. Shit, he wanted to know what she tasted like, he wanted to make her cum with his mouth, fuck her with his tongue and feel her fluids on his chin.
She was in her derby uniform, and Ken took a moment to memorize the sight of her from his position, crouched by her skirt. “So fucking beautiful…” he mumbled unconsciously, planting his open lips on the inner part of her left knee, moving an inch or two down her thigh and delighting in her sharp intake of breath before switching sides to copy the move. God, he'd love to leave more bruises beside the massive, purple battle wounds she always had. Little ones that he might see while she's skating, on her thighs. Ones she can wave away as a result of the game, but they'd both know that it was from his mouth, his teeth. But would she like that?
Ken was a virgin (well, maybe not anymore, if blowjobs counted), so he’d obviously never gone down on anyone before. But he’d always had somewhat of an oral fixation, and he’d seen porn and imagined it several times - even read advice articles and subreddits, just in case he’d ever get lucky enough to be in this position.
He’d hardly dared to envision it at all, much less with the singular person he’d ever wanted. But she was here, waiting in front of him, spread out like a welcoming meal. And he was fucking famished.
One last look with hooded eyes at the goddess blessing him with this night, then Ken ducked his head under her skirt. He’d love to see her reactions, of course, but if he only got one opportunity to do this, doing it under her roller derby uniform was sexy as fuck and had definitely been one of his more frequent fantasies.
There was just enough light from the nearby florescents that he could see the sizeable wet spot on her panties, and he shuddered with anticipation.
The scent of her arousal hit him like an orbital impact, invading his nose and pulling him away from his important teasing along her skin, dragging him to press his nose and lips tight to her clothed pussy as he inhaled and moaned for several seconds. Musky and salty, he could feel the leaking begin anew on his cock.
Ken mouthed at her lips through the cloth, the sharp flavor and saltiness present on the soaked material, and he groaned more loudly than she did when he pressed his tongue firmly into the cloth, spreading it between her labia and sucking loosely near her clitoral hood.
“I’ve wanted to do this for years,” he whimpered dazedly in between her legs, nibbling on her pussy lips through the cloth and cataloging the noises she made for later - organized by pitch and intensity.
“Good. Ken..." his dick jumped at his name, “Quit teasing me already.” Momo ground her hidden center into his mouth, hand sliding into his hair to tug lightly, rattling a moan around in his lungs.
Whatever she fucking wanted. He’d live beneath her, lips sealed onto her cunt for the rest of his life if she’d let him.
His hands, which had been sliding up and down her powerful calves (because he couldn’t resist, god, her legs were so sexy and they went on for miles), smoothed up and he spread his strong fingers out on each thigh, opening her to him even more. He could see some pubic hair along the sides of her panties (pink, hot pink, holy shit), and he wanted to rub his face into her mound so very much.
Keeping one hand pressing her thigh open wider for his access, the long digits of his other hand trembled as he hooked them over the elastic of her underwear, pulling gently to the side and revealing her warm, enticingly soaked pussy to him inch by inch.
Wanting to savor the sight, he puffed teasing breaths right up against her entrance, attempting to record this moment in his mind for eternity. He wanted to think about it when he died, remember that this is where he belonged; worshiping at Momo Ayase’s temple, laboring upon her skin and divinity until she was satisfied and then ever after.
But the goddess’ strong legs hooked around his shoulders, and between her squeezing thighs and pulling fingers, he cried out at the first press of his adventuring tongue to her burning flesh. Who was he to deny her divinity anything she desired? And if she desired him, she'd have him whole.
He sucked on her lips, nipping so lightly, trying it out at first and then increasing in fervor as Momo’s hips rolled harder into his mouth and she groaned.
Ambrosia; tangy and salty and dangerously addictive. Ken dragged his tongue up between her labia, rubbing furiously back and forth and circling tentatively around her entrance, poking just the tip inside and flicking along her walls wonderingly.
“Oh fuck-” Momo slapped a hand to her mouth to cut off the noise and Ken pulled just far enough from her hot center to beg and dig his fingers into her fat thigh.
“Let me hear you, please - need it, god please. You’re gorgeous, like music-” then he dove back inside her, thrusting as hard as he could with his inexperience. His jaw was already sore, his tongue feeling the strain of new and exciting uses, but he’d sooner pass out than stop.
“Ah- my clit, ohhh,” she groaned, pulling on his hair and riding his face (he never wanted her to stop, he wanted her to crush him between her legs - to perish within her thighs is surely the best way to leave this world behind.) He obliged her direction happily, moving up to where he’d felt the slight nub hidden under her hood earlier, sucking along her swollen flesh until he reached the sensitive bundle.
Suckling the organ into his mouth gently (he’d read that if you went too hard with the pressure it was painful), Momo almost yelled above him at the first careful increase of suction, his other hand releasing her plush thigh and moving up to circle hesitant fingertips around the place his tongue had just vacated.
“Yes- oh fuck, please, two-” Momo sighed, rolling her hips and pushing herself greedily into his face. God, he wanted to touch himself; his dick was rock hard and twitching hopefully as a string of precum probably made a mess on his pants, but he also desperately needed to make her cum first.
Too? Maybe two? Two what? Fingers?
The press of multiple digits to her entrance was apparently the right response, because she thrashed against his mouth and his suction, trying to push the fingers inside her with sheer force. Momo was obscenely turned on, so much so that there was a lewd (beautiful, hot, delicious) wet sound when he slipped his fingers in and twisted until he could rub them against the ceiling of her vaginal canal, searching for that place he’d read about.
He wanted her wild with pleasure, wanted to remain in her employ, her congregation, for as long as she’d allow him to service and worship her. So he increased the pressure of his suckling just a bit more, pumping those two long fingers inside her, scraping gently along her walls and filing away the feeling of her bumpy, soft insides. God, she’d feel fucking beautiful on his cock - which was twitching beneath him, as though reminding him that he could never be done with this hungry work.
Quickly, he pulled out (enjoying her whimper of loss a little too much, if he was being truthful), and dragged her panties down, slipping them off of one ankle before resuming his position with eagerness. Her whole sex was spread open, glistening with arousal and his saliva and, holy fuck, he wanted to make her cum again and again. He wanted to shove his whole body inside her, to dwell within her heat.
His tongue and fingers would have to suffice.
Momo was keening now, and Ken was so far beyond pleased that he was doing something right, even if he hadn’t quite found that spot that was supposed to make her see stars (more than the ones surrounding them in the heavens, anyway.)
“F- faster, Ken,” she commanded, pressing his head in between her thighs harder and rolling her hips to match his now pistoning hand. So hot, so gorgeous, he was jerking his hips in the air, desperate for a friction that he could not reach - god, he wanted to be inside her.
“Mm, f- fuck. Close, I’m close, harder-”
Ken slammed his fingers into her and swirled his tongue around her clit, pressing strongly into the hardened nub. He could feel her thighs trembling around him, and he was suffused with pride and longing. ‘Yes, fuck, cum in my mouth, crush my head, let me taste you, Momo- holy shit,’ he was babbling internally; if his tongue hadn’t been otherwise occupied with the most important undertaking he’d experienced, he’d have been spilling the words over the lips of her cunt.
It only took a few more long moments of consistent pressure and a rapid pace, and Momo shuddered and jerked above him as her high-pitched moans crescendoed, grinding her pulsing pussy into his mouth hard (nearly to the point of bruising) - he could die happy.
There was a small gush of wetness, and Ken lapped at it like her eager dog, pressing his tongue into her entrance beside his pumping fingers and moaning in tandem with the woman falling apart on his mouth - getting so much out of her apparent pleasure.
Trembles rocked through her writhing form; she’d curled herself around his head, locked her ankles behind his shoulders, and was weakly bumping her center into his gentle lips as she came down from her orgasm. Slowly stroking her, gently exploring her volcanic pussy with a tender and exhausted tongue, Ken memorized and cherished the feeble gasps and quiet moans he was still wringing from his goddess as he lavished upon her altar.
"You're way too good at that for a virgin," she panted, nails digging into his scalp and making him shiver in anticipation. His dick pulsed almost painfully and an unexpected moan tore it's way out of his throat at her praise. Fuck, he wanted to hear it more.
After another minute of aftershocks and the soft press of her against his mouth, she tugged his hair strongly, hauling him to a leaning position over her. Momo moved a shaking hand to his jaw and tilted him into her kiss, plunging inside of his tired mouth fiercely and making his eyes roll back in his head - he liked the idea of her tasting herself on him. His hips rutted into her on reflex, making accidental contact with his leaking cockhead against her searing cunt.
Ken gasped in his desperation, grinding into her clit with the underside of his shaft as he helplessly moved against her. “S- sorry, ohfuck, is- is this o-” he began to ask.
“Yes, it's okay. Yes, I want you. God, please just fuck me,” she muttered into his lips, and he feverishly cut her off with another deep kiss, pressing their genitals together and groaning wantonly. She was so wet that only a slight adjustment of the angling of his hips was all it took for the tip of his erection to slot easily into her pussy, squishing just barely inside her boiling heat.
The pressure of her walls was already immense and divine, and he could bust right then and there if he didn't collect himself.
“W- wait,” Ken stuttered and then moaned, stilling himself (which was really difficult to do, okay) as a thought crossed his dazzled brain, “Uh, c- condom?” He'd been right earlier; she felt spectacular around his dick, the residual effects of her climax causing contractions against his cockhead that made him twitch profusely.
He was leaking like a busted faucet and she was still slick and wet - it would be so fucking simple to slip all the way inside and bury himself in her body. To release his seed into her womb and fuck her through his own orgasm, pressing his cum deeper with his motions.
Holy fuck, he hadn’t even realized how much he’d wanted to do that until now. Even if they were still too new, too unsure with each other to want such things - he fucking did. As his brain raced with images and scenarios that he was trying not to lose himself in (no, really), his dick twitched intensely, as though trying to drag him further inside and they both moaned at the sensation.
But he wasn’t about to put his pleasure before Momo’s safety and desires.
“Do you have one?” Momo mumbled into his neck, catching his skin between her teeth and shifting her hips to take him another glorious inch inside of her. Shit, she was trying to kill him with the way her silky walls were clutching at him, nearly sucking him blissfully into her depths.
His legs were fucking shaking as he mumbled, “God, ahfuck- n- no, I- I don’t. We can, damn it, we can stop-”
“I’m on birth control,” she whispered, halting him in his tracks as her dainty hands soothed down his tense back and grabbed onto his ass, pulling him to sink inside just a little more as they gasped simultaneously into each other’s mouths, “I wanna feel you. If you want that, too?”
Jesus fucking christ, yeah, he wanted that, too.
He couldn’t hold back any longer at her bewitching request, her explicit permission, thrusting and bottoming out in one motion that made him moan so fucking loudly. Momo moaned too, rocking her hips into his and nudging the head of his cock as far inside her as he could be. It was fucking divine. He was dying, his goddamn brain was exploding.
“Yesyesyes, fuck, yes. Whatever you want - I want to cum inside you, please can I? Wanna feel you, wanna make you feel good, I want to fill you up over and over-” Ken babbled in a stream of praise and wishing, his inner desires completely bypassing any critical thought and leaping out from between his lips, crowding against her throat while he moved. His hips were pulling back and then pressing flush against her pussy of their own volition, his arms trembling as he supported his weight over her quivering, rolling body.
“Yes. Inside, wanna feel you inside,” Momo responded in between high pitched moans, pulling him into her incredible heat with her hands on his hips, encouraging him to crash into her harder as he took up shallow thrusts.
He had no control, she felt too good and her words were pushing him faster. He was going to blow his load in a fucking second, he just knew it. Too worked up, too fucking hot and amazing and beautiful.
Fuck, he’d wanted to make it good for her, too. Even if she wanted to feel him cumming, he was pretty sure she hadn’t meant immediately.
“S- sorry,” he grunted, trying to hold it off but he had no experience in that and was quickly becoming overwhelmed with each slap of skin, each jingle of his belt buckle as he rolled into her, and the way his balls would softly press into the curve of her beautiful ass, “I’m not gonna- fuck, I’m too close, Momo!” He was practically sobbing as he groaned, picking up an erratic, frantic pace while he pressed deep inside her. Her hands still gripped his hips, rolling with him and adding a little more force with each thrust.
“It’s okay, do it, want you to-” she reassured him, dragging his lips back off her neck with firm hands on the sides of his face, looking at his eyes, “Kiss me?”
Moaning rapidly as he surged against her in the raw panic of his approaching orgasm that was about to wash him out to fucking sea, Ken smashed his lips onto hers. Her mouth moved against him, nearly in time with his sloppy, frenzied humping. Momo's hands were suddenly in his hair, raking over his ears again, and then he was cumming.
Somehow more amplified than earlier, his vision whited out entirely and his body shook while he shot hot ropes of his seed within her. He was choking with the force of it, feeling the rush of blood in his skull and his eyes watered behind their lids. With each pulse from his overworked cock he thrust in and out desperately, fucking his cum deeper inside her and savoring the crush of pleasure drowning him beneath another wave of muffled noise and pressure. The only thoughts he could comprehend in those moments of jumbling color and sound and urges were that of painting her womb with his essence, the part of his brain telling him to make her his (to fill her as much as possible until she was full of more than just his release) - to see just how beautiful he knew she'd be if he got her pregna-
Trying to suck in air, Ken shoved the primordial desires down deep and worried that he was going to pass out on top of Miss Ayase, very feebly holding himself off of her (barely managing it, honestly) on trembling elbows. The woman beneath him was kissing around his lips and on his jaw tenderly, rolling her hips against his as he slowed down, dick finally softening within her. Completely spent and submerged in their combined fluids. He wouldn't have thought that he could have cum that much for the second time if the evidence wasn't nestled between them.
God, that was gonna be a mess. He couldnt wait to see it.
The whole thing was mind-blowing. Even if he probably only lasted, like, a minute.
Catching her mouth with his gratefully, the pair leisurely made out until his dick slipped out of her naturally, the rush of liquid quickly preceding it was sticky and warm on his pubic hair. They both groaned loudly at the intense sensation, their tender flesh separating with a wet noise that seared into his eardrums.
“Ugh, sorry that you didn't... finish, M- Miss Ayase,” he moved to stand up but Momo wouldn’t release him, tugging him down by his hair and crushing his words into her lips instead.
“Stop being sorry, or did you forget that you just went down on me? Besides, I wanted this just as much as you did. And you can call me Momo,” she whispered as they separated a few moments later. Ken could do naught but nod shyly at her, because that couldn’t be true, seeing as he’d been practically in love with her forever, the feelings only reinforced by what they'd done. But he didn’t want to ruin the moment with that revelation.
“O- okay,” he mumbled, flushed from head to toe now that the blood that had been strangling his dick moved on to other body parts. “That was, uh- I really…” fuck, what the hell was he supposed to say, “Th- thank you."
Dumbass.
But Momo laughed, and as her body shook pleasantly underneath his (they were almost cuddling, holy crap) Ken found himself wondering what she’d look like without a jersey. Missed opportunities. “Well, thank you too,” she teased coyly, smirking, “That was fun.”
“Uhh,” he squeaked in a very masculine fashion, “Y- yeah. Uhm, it was. I- I-... anytime. Shit.”
She laughed harder at his slip, but there was no malice or painful mocking like he expected, and then her hands ran though his messy black hair again, pulling him into a chaste but affectionate kiss. “I’ll hold you to that,” she promised into his open mouth.
Holy shit, she was so beautiful. So way out of his league. And he was the luckiest man in the world if she wanted to do that again with a fellow like him.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Momo,” he whispered, kissing her again and again between statements, “Amazing. Kind. Cool. Generous. Lovely. Fucking hot-”
Okay, she laughed at him again, but that was fine. They should probably get up and put themselves back in order before his penis got any smart ideas between the shuddering woman under him and the blazing warmth of her still pressed against him.
Taking the initiative, Ken crawled off of her and tucked himself back into his slacks (which definitely had a stain on the front, shit) before holding his relatively clean hand out to pull her up. His hungry gaze lingered on the drip of his semen on her inner thigh before she discreetly wiped it away under her skirt - something he fiercely wanted to see again. Momo held onto his hand as she wobbled while putting her panties back where they belonged (but did they really?), and then continued to hold onto him afterward.
Ken could feel his blush intensify, and he smiled shyly at the girl (of his dreams) and tried, “Do you want to, um, l- look at the stars with me? Again, I mean?”
His heart was pounding and his insides were melting as Momo shot him a wide grin in return, “Yeah… I’d like that a lot. Hey, you wanna pack that thing up and get out of here? I live out of the city, there’s less lights and the stars are way brighter at the Shrine.”
Mouth hanging open, Ken gaped stupidly at the beauty in front of him. That was practically a date, right? “R- really?” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Momo swung their joined hands between them a couple times and met his eyes with her nebulous ones, “You know... I think I might like you, Ken.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, the words tumbled out before he could stop them, “That’s great, because I’ve liked you since I was sixteen.”
Eyes wide and staring in mortification, he was ready to prostrate himself before Momo and beg for mercy and forgiveness. So to say he was surprised by her gentle laughter was a severe understatement.
“Uh, cool,” she started, bumping into him with a confident shoulder, her cheeks flushed a very pretty crimson, “I think I might have, too.”
Ken stared, and then laughed in astonishment, sealing his lips to hers and holding her face softly in one hand - still clutching her fingers tightly in the other.
Surrounded by the stars.
