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Momo got her memories back. For a short while that was the only thing that mattered to her and everyone else around her, too. But after that, they had to face their feelings with Okarun. It was as clumsy as ever, but they finally started dating, after playing those will-they-won't-they games for a little too long. Not that they didn't hang out a lot before, but since they got together, they spent even more time with each other. One of their favourite activities was to curl up in Momo's room and play some game on her SNES, always making a competition out of it.
This Saturday wasn't different either. They were sitting on the floor in front of Momo's TV, Okarun facing the screen and her comfortably nestled in the circle of his legs, laying her back to the bed. They were furiously smashing on their controllers as they tried to take over the other in Super Mario Kart, Okarun ultimately losing.
"I won!" Momo cheered, throwing her arms up in the air. "I'm a genius, aren't I?" She grinned at her boyfriend.
"Yeah, sure, sure," he reluctantly agreed. It was infuriating how good she could get when she was on a roll.
"So? Where's my reward?" She asked cheerfully, with an undertone he couldn't put a finger on yet.
"What kind of reward do you want? I don't have anything in particular on me," he shrugged.
"Come on, you could give me something at least," she pouted her lips.
"Something, huh?" He smirked when he realized what she meant. He put down the controller and gently threaded his fingers into her hair, to pull her close and lock his lips with hers.
When she let out a satisfied sigh, he deepened the kiss, marveling at the soft humming sounds he could draw from her. This wasn't their first time making out - they got into it relatively soon after they got together a few months ago. Neither of them remembered who started it initially, but turns out all those pent up feelings hardly let them not to touch and kiss each other at every chance they got. Yes, touch, too. It was mostly just clutching hands or caressing each other, with a few additional exploratory touches, strictly above waist, strictly in clothes. Which didn't mean hands couldn't get under said clothes to curiously graze skin or underwear there, but that was the extent of it so far.
And that was exactly what was happening this time around, too. Momo's hand on Okarun's back slipped under his sweater, under his T-shirt as they kissed. She wanted to feel him close, she wanted his warmth. Then it hit her. It was that magnetic pull towards him she already felt in those way too steamy dreams they shared at the time when she didn't have part of her memories. Those were very daring, sure, but it didn't mean they didn't stem from feelings buried deep within both of them. Are they still that buried though? She needed to find out.
"Okarun...," she broke the kiss. "Do you remember those shared dreams from when I had amnesia?"
"Those would be pretty hard to forget...," he answered, his face slightly blushing.
Momo took a deep breath before asking. "Do you want to try what we did there...? This time for real...?"
Okarun was floored but overjoyed at the same time. "You want to make love with me?"
"Yes... I want to be yours, Okarun."
"Then let me be yours, too," he whispered and kissed her again. His hand this time cupped one of her breasts - like he already did a few times before - to gently fondle it, enjoying Momo's quiet whimpers against his lips. What caught him off guard was when she grabbed his wrist and slowly pushed his hand down, further and further, under her skirt. He couldn't believe it when she slightly opened her thighs and let his hands slide against her panties and oh god, she even rubbed his fingers a little against her core.
"Please," she whispered and kissed away any further questions. This was something new. It didn't happen in the dream and of course, hasn't happened in reality either, but she really wanted it. She loved his shy, exploring touch as he grazed her through the thin material. It wasn't her fanciest panties, because she honestly wasn't preparing for this happening in advance, but she couldn't care less. All she wanted was to feel his fingers and hopefully get undone by him.
Okarun's hand then pinched the waistband of her underwear. "Can I...?" He asked and when Momo nodded as an answer, he slipped his hand under the panties. "Wow, you're so wet...," he murmured in awe.
"Well, you made me...," she whimpered as she felt his fingers carefully sliding along her slit.
"You're amazing," he said and continued his exploration of this new, uncharted territory. Always paying close attention to his girlfriend's reactions, he moved his hand to see where she liked it the most. He found her clit surprisingly quickly and loved how she shivered under his touch when he circled around it with his digits covered with her slick. Then he moved down to her entrance and carefully pushed a finger inside.
Momo's knees fell apart, opening up to him more and she grabbed onto his hoodie for support, while she moaned, burying her face in the crook of his neck. It felt fantastic, no matter how different it was from her own, more experienced touch. The care and love he handled her with made more heat pool between her legs. "One more," she whined and let out an embarrassingly loud sound of satisfaction when he granted her wish. "Can I touch you, too?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"Please, I'd love you to," he breathed.
Momo shifted slightly to be able to reach into his sweatpants to gently squeeze on the unmistakable bulge in it. Not enough. She slipped her hand inside his boxers to properly have him in her hand. She couldn't believe she was actually touching Okarun's shaft, the thing they fought so hard for when they first became friends. Yeah, she could get now why someone wanted that. His skin was nice and soft, but as she gently wrapped her fingers around him, she could also feel how firm and hot he was. She carefully started to pump her hand and loved the immediate reaction from her boyfriend. He let out a small gasp and his cheeks got even more pink than before. "Come here," she said as she touched his face with her free hand and she didn't even have to pull him into the kiss.
They moaned into each other's mouth with more and more passion as they ground against each other's excited touch. How wonderful it was to be in the safe, warm embrace of the other that was already so familiar and to explore these unfamiliar grounds together, pleasing the person they love and getting pleased by them at the same time. It was Okarun who broke the kiss as a worried thought crashed into his mind.
"Wait, is this okay now? What if someone walks in on us?"
"We're alone and will be for a while... Nobody will be home until evening."
"Oh, that's... nice," he smiled. "Good to know I can have you all to myself."
"You absolutely can," she gave him a mischievous look. "Say, Okarun," she began with a slightly more shy tone.
"Yes?" He looked her in the eye curiously.
"Can I put you in my mouth?" She asked, her face turning to beet red, but not breaking their eye contact.
"Oh god, you want to do that for me?"
"I want to try how that feels," she mumbled, still a bit embarrassed by what she just said.
"I'd be really happy if you did."
"Okay, good," she declared. "Sit on the bed," Momo asked and got out from Okarun's lap so he could move. When he seemingly sat comfortably, she scooted between his legs, sitting on her heels.
"Wait, you don't have to do it kneeling," he flailed around with his hands, flustered.
"I know, but that's how I want to, okay?" she averted her eyes.
"Okay," he swallowed and placed his hands down the sheets, excitedly waiting what she would do.
It was now Okarun who let out an embarrassingly loud sound as he felt the warmth of her mouth enveloping his tip then her tongue circling around it. He noticed how her hair fell into her face, so he reached out and tucked a strand behind her ear. She thanked him quietly, then took him between her lips again, gliding them further this time, slowly bobbing her head on his length.
"Oh god, Ayase-san," he moaned and to his surprise, Momo let him go from her mouth.
"Call me Momo," she pouted as she looked at him with rosy cheeks.
"I...," he hesitated. But why exactly? She's the closest person to him, his love, his world. Why wouldn't he do something so simple for her? "Momo..." he finally said and was surprised to find out how easily her beautiful name rolled off his tongue.
"Good," she smirked and closed her lips around his shaft again, making him moan, first in surprise, then in arousal. She felt both his hands thread into her hair, but it wasn't to push her around - he was holding up her locks to prevent them from falling into her face again and she couldn't get over how sweet that was of him.
It took Okarun all his willpower not to move her head to his liking though, because the way her mouth felt so hot and wet around his cock made him practically lose his mind. He always had an inkling that this would feel good - people don't do it for no reason after all - but getting head from the girl he's madly in love with? This has to be a whole another level. After getting so much love though, he wanted to give, too. "Momo... Can you please stop for a second?"
"Is something wrong? Are you close?"
"No, and kinda yes and no? I don't want to finish yet though. It's just... Can I... try and please you with my tongue?"
Momo suddenly felt overwhelmed. Not that she didn't want that, but she had her insecurities about the act, too. "Uhm... yes, but you promise me you won't force it if you don't like it?" She asked shyly.
"Why wouldn't I like it?" He didn't even understand the question. In his head, this was something all men wanted to do for their girlfriends.
"Uhm, it's kinda... wet there and I have a scent and everything...," she mumbled with a beet red face.
"That's the point," he smiled at her. "And it already sounds really nice to me, to be honest."
"Okay," she nodded, still a bit embarrassed.
They switched places, it was now Momo on the bed, laying on her back and Okarun kneeling between her thighs. He bunched up her skirt on her waist and reached for her panties to remove, confirming with her if he can do so. When she gave him the green light, he carefully pulled down the underwear, setting it to the side and looked at her glistening folds for the first time. Right, in one of those dreams he wanted to see her so much and now he finally could. He reached for her hands that were resting next to her and squeezed them to make her open her eyes she closed nervously when she laid down. "Momo, you look so beautiful."
"Thanks," she mumbled and looked away again. Her hands were still shaking a bit, but him holding them calmed her down a bit. Every fiber of her wanted him to go down on her and pleasure her with his tongue, but this want didn't make reality less nerve-wrecking.
"I'll take care of you, just relax," he said, and he leaned forward between her thighs, to get a taste of her for the first time. He curiously licked one stroke up her folds which drew out an unexpected sweet whimper from her. Then something snapped in him and he dove in like a madman, not knowing what he was exactly doing, but certainly knowing he wanted more of her. She was delicious and intoxicating. "Momo," he breathed into her heat, "you taste wonderful, I love it."
Momo could answer nothing but an inarticulate moan to that as she subconsciously spread her legs wider for him. It felt so good. It felt overwhelming in the best way possible. He might've been inexperienced with his fingers, and hell, she could say the same for his mouth, too, but the sheer passion he took care of her with, made her entire body shiver under him. "Okarun..., I... ahh," she mewled and reached for his head to hold in place for her to grind against his kisses. She was sure that if they continued this for a few more minutes, she would get an Earth-shattering orgasm from him, but she wanted something else. She wanted the real deal now. Momo gently pushed his head away from her core and he looked at her, question in his gaze. "I want you," she uttered with blushing cheeks.
"I want you too," he murmured and climbed up to kiss her.
Momo wanted to protest first as his lips were visibly messy from his work on her, but as soon as his tongue intertwined with hers, she melted and reached out to help him remove his hoodie instead. They somehow never cared to undress the other, probably because of all those fights before where they unfortunately lost most of their clothes. Hell, Momo saw Okarun buck naked before and he did see her in her underwear multiple times, too. It didn't make them less excited now though as they carefully helped the other out of their clothes. When everything was finally discarded, they both just sat on the bed, marveling at the sight of the other's naked body. Yes, it was barely new, but it was more intimate than ever before.
"You're really pretty...," Okarun mumbled as he ran his gaze up and down on his girlfriend, especially appreciating her round, plump breasts he's actually seen for the first time now.
"You look great, too," she complimented. "I've never really told you before, but all those hard workouts really have been showing on you. And I like it a lot."
"Thank you," he blushed. He's never really been praised about his body, and it coming from his girlfriend made it all the more special. "Do you... want to be on top? We can go at your pace like that."
Momo really appreciated the thought and care he put into this question. "Yeah, let's do that," she nodded, gently pushing Okarun to his back and straddling his hips. She teasingly dragged her wet lips on his length, making both of them let out a shaky breath. Then Okarun put his hands on her hips that made her stop.
"Wait, what about protection?" He asked.
"I'm on the pill," she answered shortly, being very aware of everything that this implied.
"That means...," Okarun swallowed. He wasn't stupid, he knew what that meant. But he couldn't wrap his head around it just yet.
"That means we'll feel each other fully," she said so sultry it even surprised herself.
"Oh god, you'll blow my mind," he groaned, bucking up against her core.
"Well, I hope so," she giggled and positioned herself in a way that his tip and her entrance aligned. However she didn't move further yet, savoring the moment and maybe gathering some courage to take the big step.
"Are you thinking the same?" Okarun asked, looking her in the eye.
"That if it would feel the same as in the dream?"
"Yes. But I think it would be different. Kissing you feels very different after all - and it's so much better."
"I agree," she smiled. "And you're a very good kisser, too."
"Thanks," he returned the smile.
"So? Are you ready?"
"Never been more," he answered and squeezed his hands on her hips. He didn't push her anywhere, he wanted her to do this how she felt it was the best. He just made sure she knew he was there for her.
Momo took a deep breath and lowered herself on his shaft, letting him slowly stretch her. She thought it would hurt, but it surprisingly didn't. Okay, he did feel a bit too big and it was a tight feeling, but nothing she couldn't handle. She suddenly felt Okarun gently touch her face and that was when she realized she was furrowing her brows.
"Are you okay? Just take it slow...," he looked at her with the most gentle gaze.
"I'm okay, don't worry," she leaned into his palm, not stopping her careful movements towards his base, and eventually bottomed. Okarun let out a shaky breath and she felt him twitch, but he held back any further movements and pulled her close in a kiss instead. The way he brushed his tongue against hers made more heat build up inside her core and relax her entire body. After a while she made an experimental roll with her hips and that made both break the kiss with a moan.
"Oh god yes, you definitely feel better, ohh gosh," Momo whined, continuing her movements on him.
"You too, it's unbelievable, you're wonderful," he groaned and couldn't help but buck into her, in sync with her own rhythm. She was so hot and wet around him, he felt like he could melt at any second. And he felt every inch of her fantastic heat.
Momo reveled in how amazingly full she was of him. She couldn't compare this overwhelming feeling to anything else. It felt so right how he was sliding in and out of her, how he held her hips and how he kissed away her mewls and moans. She felt a sweet friction on her clit and inner lips and she needed more of that. She sat up on him to be able to grind against him harder and oh how amazing that felt. Momo honestly wouldn't have thought that she'd be able to get off during her first time, but as she was undoubtedly nearing the edge, she started to believe it. All that effort he made to rile her up before wasn't pointless after all. "Okarun, Okarun, it's so good," she whimpered as her movements became wilder and absolutely uncontrollable. She ground herself onto him one last time and she came, her walls clenching around his length, her entire body shaking as she panted harshly.
Oh, so this is how a real big one sounds.
Okarun thanked whatever deity he could remember she finished so soon, because he'd felt his limit nearing as soon as he slid inside her fully. He tried to give her as much time to cool down as possible, but his instincts didn't really let him. He wrapped his arms around her and railed into her now wonderfully tight heat at full speed, helplessly releasing into her with a deep, guttural groan.
"I love you so much," she mumbled into his skin as he came down from his high. She adored how he tried to catch his breath, still holding onto her for dear life. And honest to god, she really liked how it felt when he finished, knowing it was her who made him feel that good.
"I love you, too," he panted, weakly caressing her back.
They laid there for several minutes, just basking in the other's warmth, fingers gently grazing over bare skin wherever they could. Both wanted to stay like that forever, but something suddenly disturbed their peace.
"Oh no, oh no, Momo, it's spilling!" Okarun yelped.
"Okay, okay, hold on," she tried not to panic and fished a tissue box from the table at the end of the bed, using her powers. "Here ya go," she grinned.
They clumsily cleaned up, giggling at the absurdity of the situation, then hugged each other close again, snuggling under the covers.
"Thank you for this, Okarun, I felt really special," Momo whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"I'm happy to hear that, because you are very special to me, Momo. And I'll make you feel special from now on too, however many times you want it," he murmured and she knew he meant this promise for life.