majayong

I had grown sullen and depressed, and my wife would tear into me about it, saying, how did I think she felt? Over time, our eighteen-year-old daughter had taken notice of our arguments. She approached me one afternoon while her mother was at work. She'd asked me how I was doing. When I told her that things were rough since she got hurt, I tried to sound positive and said that we'd get through it. That's when my daughter, Iroha, told me that she thought mom was faking so she wouldn't have to have sex. When I asked her what gave her that idea, she told me that she'd caught Mom masturbating and that she keeps a dildo in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. I immediately went to look, and sure enough, there was a ten-inch dildo under her nightie and body lotions.

I was at a loss for words. I was heartbroken. My wife had been lying to me because she didn't want to have sex with me. Anger, rage, and betrayal all flooded my mind and quickly led to thoughts of leaving her. Iroha sat on the edge of the bed next to me, telling me that she didn't want to be from a divorced home. She said that she'd be willing to help out. That she'd do anything to keep us together. She hugged me from the side, pressing her large breasts into my shoulder. She snorted when I asked what she thought she could do to save our marriage. She sank to her knees at my feet, looking up into my eyes, saying, "I'll do anything to keep you from leaving us, Dad."

I surveyed a canyon of cleavage as I looked down, watching my little girl staring up at me with pleading puppy dog eyes. She slid her hands up my thighs to the zipper of my pants. I sat in utter shock, frozen as she unzipped my pants. Iroha slipped her hand in the opening of my boxers to fish my penis out of my pants. She blushed at its size when she finally freed my trouser snake.

My cock is a modest eight inches and was likely the biggest that she'd ever seen. "Let me help you, Daddy," she whispered as she took my cock between her lips, sucking me erect. Her head bobbed as she swirled her tongue down the length of my shaft. My little girl sucked my cock until I released my seed into her mouth. I could hear her gulp as she swallowed my cum. It had been so long that there must have been a gallon of it.

Once she finished swallowing every last drop, she rose to her feet, wiping her lips. I stood there wobbly kneed, uncertain whether to thank her or not. When I opened my mouth to speak, she stopped me, saying that she was glad to do it as long as it kept me from leaving the family. She hugged me and said, "Let me know when you need me to help you again," as she left the room. I was left dumbfounded. Iroha had just sucked my cock to keep me from divorcing her mother. I was stunned and aroused at the same time. Iroha let me know that she was available for sex when I needed her.

My cock was swinging in the breeze as I followed her down the hallway to her room. I walked into her room just as she sat on the foot of her bed. I don't remember doing it, but I had shed the rest of my clothes by the time I had gotten to her room. I never dreamed I'd ever be thanking my daughter for a blow job, but here I was. I thanked her and asked her what she meant. "I mean, I don't want to be from a broken home," she said. "And if that means that I have to take over for Mom, then I will. If she's going to be selfish, then I will fuck you. I will do anything to keep you happy."

Hearing my little girl say that she'd fuck me sent a tingle through my balls, and I started to get hard again. I was standing right in front of her, and she grinned when my pecker stared her in the face. She smiled as she stood and slipped her shirt over her head. She then stripped off the rest of her clothing and stood fully nude in front of me. She was absolutely gorgeous, all five feet of her. Her golden hair was tied in pigtails with little bows. Her slender body looked like an anime character with her life-preserver sized tits. She took my hand and pulled it into her clean-shaven vagina, pushing my finger between her wet puffy pussy lips. I leaned in and kissed her as my fingers penetrated her vagina. Our lips parted at the same time, and our tongues danced in each other's mouths while I slid my finger in and out of her slippery slit.

I swept Iroha off her feet, carried her around to the side, and placed her on the bed, climbing in next to her. I leaned over her, kissing her softly, thanking her for being such a loving and giving daughter. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy," she said, bringing her lips to mine, kissing me, and driving her tongue back into my mouth. "Dad, I'm not leaving for college in the fall unless I know you and Mom aren't going to split up," she said adamantly. "Otherwise, I will attend locally."

I cupped her breast, sucking the nipple as I slid my fingers back into her warmth. My thumb grazed her clit, eliciting a faint moan. I did it again and again, softly rubbing circles on her clitoris. I fingered her until she came. I wanted to pleasure my daughter as she had just done for me. I spread her legs and positioned myself between her thighs, kissing her glistening pussy lips. I slid my tongue between the folds of her labia, dipping it into her drooling hole, fucking her with my tongue. I raised her knees, laying her legs over my shoulders as I licked her to another orgasm. My little girl wrapped her legs around my head and began to hump my face. She grabbed my head, pulling it harder to her cunt as she drove her tight little twat into my mouth. She gasped as a powerful climax hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hips bucked and undulated until her climax ebbed. I tried to slip my fingers back into her pussy, but she pushed my hand away, saying, "No, Daddy. I want your cock in me. Get on your back."

I fell off the bed when I tried to lie next to her. I laughed, telling her that maybe it was time we got her a bigger bed. My baby girl crawled off the bed so I could lie down. She straddled me, dangling her breasts over my face. I grabbed her titties, pressing my face into her boobs, kissing and sucking them. Iroha slid her slipping slit on my cock, guiding its tip into her dripping hole. Her mouth gaped wide as she lowered herself onto my rigid member. She exhaled, "Ahhh fuuuck," escaped her lips as my cock bottomed out inside her pussy. I pointed her nipples together and sucked them in unison, flicking them with my tongue as she began to ride my cock. God, she was tight. Her twat gripped my cock like a python with its prey. It didn't take long before she was squealing with delight. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over her as she continued to hump her hips on my dick. My baby girl grabbed the headboard as she pounded herself faster on my cock. I could feel her twat pulsing on my shaft as she was building to another colossal climax. Her cunt muscles gripped my shaft tightly as she climaxed, pushing me over the edge. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" I gasped.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Cum in me. Cum in my cunt," she hissed in ecstasy.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting my cock as deep as I could into her tantalizing tight twat. She came as soon as my steamy seed streamed into her cunt. "God, I'm cumming!" I groaned.

"Me too, Daddy. Me too!" she shrieked.

She started bucking her hips front and back, grinding the tip of my cock against her cervix as I filled her with my warm goo. She pulled a bit too hard on the headboard, breaking it. A loud CRACK echoed in the room as it snapped, hitting me on the head. The two of us continued humping each other, desperately trying to extend our ecstasy. Just as Iroha fell onto my chest in exhaustion, the head of the bed fell to the floor. "Jesus, Dad. What a way to make our first fuck memorable," she laughed as she tried to get up.

"Well, shit! How are we going to explain that to Mom?" she asked.

"Let's go and get you a new bed before mom gets home," I said. "Call it a thank you for fucking my brains out."

"That's what I was going to say," Iroha said as she wiped my cum out of her dripping hole.

"Oh, Sweetie. I'm sorry, I didn't even think about using a condom," I apologized.

"Dad, I've been on the pill since I was sixteen. Remember?" she asked.

We decided to go get my truck to work today from the plant where my wife works. She was working twelve-hour shifts, and I thought I would exchange vehicles and park the car in the same spot. Hopefully, she'd figure out what we did. As we were leaving the lot after exchanging vehicles, we saw my wife getting into a male coworker's car. We watched as her head quickly disappeared below the dashboard. Iroha and I sat in utter shock as the man reclined the driver's seat. Every once in a while, we would see the top of my wife's head bob up and down. Iroha fumed, calling her mother a fucking slutty bitch.

I drove closer to where they were parked and shut the truck off. We watched as my wife's head bobbed faster in the guy's lap. Iroha and I got out of the truck, leaving the doors open so as not to alert them of our presence. I realized that my wife was sucking her married supervisor's cock during their lunch break. She'd pulled her shirt up and undid her bra so the guy could play with her tit while she blew him. I don't know why, but I grabbed my phone and started recording just before Iroha knocked on the window, yelling, "You cheating slut. Fuck you, Mom, for wrecking our family!"

My wife's head came up just as the guy started blowing his wad. Streams of cum shot up, splashing off of her face. Her mouth dropped open in shock at being discovered with another guy's dick in her mouth. The guy's last spurt of cum landed on her on her lips as she screamed that she was sorry. The screams of my wife and daughter attracted the attention of other employees who were on break, and a number of employees approached to see what the commotion was about. Luckily, none of them pulled out their cell phones like I had. My wife scrambled to cover herself, slipping in the process, and smashed the guy in the nuts as she fell forward. He screamed in pain as my wife pushed down with that hand to raise herself off of him. She scrambled out of the car with her tits still out while the guy lay there doubled over in agony. "Oh my god!" my wife gasped as the CEO and the head of HR walked up. Both my wife and the dude she was blowing burst into tears when the CEO told them not to bother punching out. You're both fired! A couple of people in the back of the crowd clapped.

"Don't bother coming home," I told my wife as she pleaded with me.

"Where am I supposed to go?" she wailed. "He's married."

"He won't be when this goes viral!" I said, still recording.

"Pleeease noo," my wife cried after Iroha and I as we got back into the truck to leave.

I gave Iroha the keys to the car, telling her to drive it home and leave my wife stranded. I called my daughter, asking her to have my toolbox out when I got home. I was going to stop at the hardware store by our house and pick up new door locks for the house. My phone started ringing as soon as I hung up with Iroha. My wife was calling me, so I swiped to reject the call and sent it to voicemail. She called twice more than I sped to the hardware store. I answered the last call when my thumb accidentally bumped the answer tab on the steering wheel. I could hear my wife wailing over the phone. She must have inadvertently redialed me, as she was arguing with the guys about giving her a ride home. The guy told her to fuck off. He had his own problems having to explain to his wife why he got fired. I hung up as I pulled into the parking lot of the hardware store.

I grabbed two new knobs and deadbolt kits and quickly headed home. I wanted to change the locks before my wife had a chance to get home. I pulled into the garage and closed the door behind me. My darling daughter had used my screw gun and already had the front door deadbolt and door knob removed by the time I got home. She went to remove the locks from the back door while I installed the new locks. The whole time we were working to change the locks, our phones rang. First mine, then the house phone, and finally my daughters. I disconnected the house phone and then blocked my wife's number on my cell. Iroha listened to a couple of messages from her mom before she, too, blocked her mom's number.

After we finished, we put the tools away. I went upstairs to our bedroom and packed up a bunch of my wife's clothes into plastic garbage bags. Iroha tossed her mother's toiletries into a bag as well. We threw them on the front porch with a note saying, "I reported all of your credit cards stolen except the Visa. Don't bother knocking. Just take your shit and go!"

The icing on the cake was when Iroha came running out of the house with her mom's dildo and placed it on the stack of trash bags. As we went back inside, Iroha reminded me about the external keypad for opening the garage door. I went and ripped it from the door frame. "Fuck that bitch!" Iroha said in a Russian accent, like the movie we had watched earlier in the week.

About an hour later, we heard a car door slam. We peeked out the closed blinds and watched my wife and the guy load her bags into his car and leave. I sank back onto the couch, relieved that she didn't make a scene for our neighbors. I read through some of the text messages that my wife left before I blocked her number. They were pitiful, begging me not to post them anywhere and stating that I had already cost both of them their jobs. I showed it to Iroha, asking her what she thought I should do? "Wait until she pulls something, then post it," she said.

Iroha snuggled next to me, pulling my arm around her and wrapping her arms around me. She laid her head on my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. When I hugged her back, my hand accidentally cupped her breast. I gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you for today, Honey. I wouldn't have been able to control myself if it hadn't been for what you did for me today," I said, massaging her tit.

She slid her hand to my groin, giving my dick a squeeze, saying, "My offer still stands. You are going to need me more than ever now. Huh?"

"Baby, you shouldn't have to do that for me." I kissed her on the top of her head.

"I'd be doing it for the both of us. What you did to me today was amazing, and I want more. In fact, I don't ever want you to stop doing it with me," she said, stroking my penis erect.

Iroha lowered her head to my lap as she fished my cock out of my pants. Her pigtailed head started bobbing in my lap, and the image of my wife's head flashed through my mind. Iroha's pigtails bounced every time her head took another stroke. She sucked me until I was fully erect. That's when my little girl stood and asked, "Are you ready for me, Daddy?" as she stripped out of her clothes.

I shimmied out of my pants and pulled my shirt over my head. Iroha straddled my lap and pulled my face to her breasts. She held my head as she lowered her onto my cock. I suckled her nipples as my little girl bounced her twat on my dick. She pulled my face to hers, kissing me passionately as we fucked. Our tongues twirled and danced in each other's mouths. Iroha sucked on the tip of my tongue, swirling it with hers like she had been doing on my cock.

I thrust my cock into her, matching her every stroke, causing her to have the beginning tingle of an orgasm. She leaned back as she humped my cock, allowing me to resume sucking her nipples. Iroha wrapped her arms around my head, squeezing my face to her nipple as she came. She swirled and pivoted her pelvis as she ground her cervix on my rigid shaft. I clenched to keep myself from blowing my wad too soon. I even had to grab her hips to keep her from moving lest I lose my load. I held her still until the sensation waned.

Iroha climbed off my lap, turning her back to me. She sat on my lap, wiggling her hips as she tried to get the tip of my cock back into her slippery slit. She placed her feet on the cushion next to my knees as she leaned back against my chest. She began slamming her cunt onto my cock with long, steady strokes. The echos of our bodies clapping together filled the house. I grabbed her titties, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, cascading her into another climax. For a split second, I wondered where she'd learned this.

Her thrust became more sporadic and uncoordinated when she reached back and placed her hands on my shoulder so she could take longer thrusts. She took too long of a stroke on my shaft, causing it to slip out of her tight twat. On her downward thrust, my slickened snake slammed into her starfish. She let out a shriek but kept hammering herself on my cock. I reached around her and slipped two fingers into her cunt, fingering her til she came again. A warm gush of fluid coated my fingers as she climaxed.

In all the excitement, I couldn't hold back, and I blasted a load of cum up her pooper. I continued to thrust my cock into her until I emptied my nuts deep in her dumper. I kept fingering her twat until she couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed my hand away. I grabbed my shirt and tucked it between her ass cheeks as she slid off my cock. I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. I started the shower so we could wash off. I was a bit surprised when Iroha stepped into the shower with me. She took the bar of soap and began to wash my chest, washing her way down to my pubes. Her soapy hands stroked my cock and balls, scrubbing them of any remnant of our anal fuck fest. She smirked at me, asking if she'd done a good job. I nodded in the affirmative. "Good. Now you do me," she said, handing me the soap.

I lathered up my hands and let them wander over her luscious young body. I squeezed her breasts with my soapy, making them slip through my fingers. She giggled as I played with them like a little boy with a new toy. I knelt in front of her, letting my hands trail down her abdomen and finally to her pussy. I lathered up my hands again to wash her bald pussy, slipping my fingers through the folds of her vagina. I hesitated when my fingers neared her pussy hole. She nodded when I peered up at her. I slipped my fingers into her hole, washing it clean of from earlier in the day. She spun around, saying, "Don't forget the backside."

I slid my soapy fingers through her ass cheeks, washing her crack and sphincter. I noticed a bit of blood when I removed my hand.

"It's okay, Dad. It's normal for me after anal,"

"What do you mean, normal?" I asked.

"Dad. I'm a good Catholic girl. I know about the loophole," she giggled.

"Is that why you kept going when it slipped in?"

"Um, hum," she nodded. "I like anal sometimes."

I rinsed the suds off of her body and grabbed a bath towel to wrap her in. She, too, grabbed a towel and dried me off, spending a bit too long on my cock.

We wrapped ourselves in the towels and headed down the hallway to our bedrooms. She paused at her door before entering. "Where am I going to sleep tonight?" she said coyly as she looked through her bedroom door at her busted bed. "You broke my bed, fucking me earlier."

"Wait. I didn't break your bed. You were the one who yanked it apart." I jokingly replied.

"Yeah. Cuz your cock was giving me such a great fuck," she laughed as she took my hand and led me into my bedroom.

“You always pick something depressing or action-filled OR scary, and I don't want to watch something scary,” Yunah complained, stealing chips from the open bag in Minju’s hands.

“And you have the attention span of a goldfish,” Minju shot back.

“For the last time, I don’t know what that means,” Yunah said while waving her hands around.

Moka laughed softly from beside Y/n, shoulders brushing his for barely a second before she stepped away again.

He noticed it but chose to just let it linger.

“You’re quiet,” she said, glancing up at him.

He looked to her, “So are you.”

“That’s because Yunah’s talking enough for everybody.”

“Fair point.” 

Moka smiled under her breath, trying to hide it behind the rim of her cup.

“It’s getting suspicious,” Minju said flatly, scrolling through movies on the TV while people shouted over each other in the living room. “At this point you two are either secretly dating or deeply committed to psychological warfare.”

“For the last time. We are not dating,” Moka said for what was probably the tenth time that night.

Yunah, currently trying to manage both the music queue and three different drunk people asking where the drinks were, pointed at them from across the room. “Then explain whatever this is.”

Y/n looked around dramatically. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“That,” Yunah said. She pointed to our shoulders “The constant touching!”

Moka frowned. “We barely touch.” At the exact same moment, she reached over to brush chip crumbs off Y/n’s hoodie sleeve.

The room went silent for half a second.

Minju slowly lowered her phone and looked at them. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Moka blinked. Then looked down at her own hand still resting on his arm. “Oh. That.”

Y/n laughed immediately. “You guys are insane,” he said.

“We’re insane?” Yunah repeated. “You literally look at each other like you’re in a slow-burn romance drama!”

“We do not.”

“You absolutely do,” Minju added. “Last week he carried you because you said your feet hurt.”

“My feet did hurt! Did you see my shoes?”

“And she feeds you food constantly,” Yunah accused.

“That’s because he forgets to eat when he games.”

“That’s not helping your case,” Minju sighed.

The thing was, none of it meant anything.

At least that’s what both of them kept telling themselves.

It had started as a joke forever ago. Tiny fake-flirty moments just to mess with their friends because Yunah reacted like she was watching a scandal unfold in real time. 

And honestly? Watching her lose her mind was hilarious.

So naturally, instead of stopping, they got worse.

“You know what?” Y/n said casually, leaning back into the couch. “Maybe we are dating.”

Yunah looked at the two of them with a look that would definitely kill if it could.

Moka immediately grabbed his arm dramatically. “Babe, don’t expose us like that.”

“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered.

Minju looked exhausted already. “The two of you suck.”

Y/n bit back a laugh as Moka rested her head briefly against his shoulder just to make Yunah even more upset. 

That did it. 

Yunah pointed at them like she’d finally snapped. “GET OUT.”

“What?”

“OUT. BOTH OF YOU.” Moka burst into laughter.

“You have a party to tend to, you know,” Minju reminded Yunah while grabbing a drink from the table.

She turned to Minju and said, “I CAN DO BOTH.”

“You clearly cannot.” Yunah ignored her completely and marched toward them with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, she’s serious,” Y/n laughed.

“Run,” Moka said instantly.

That was all the warning he got before she grabbed his hand and bolted.

Yunah yelled after them immediately. “MOKA!”

People turned as they sprinted through the crowded house laughing. 

Someone nearly spilled a drink trying to move out of their way. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?” a random guy shouted.

“YUNAH’S LOSING IT AGAIN,” Minju answered from downstairs.

Moka was laughing so hard she could barely breathe as she dragged Y/n up the stairs. 

“You’re evil,” he said between laughs.

“You started it!”

“Hey, You called me babe!”

“You looked so uncomfortable!”

“I was uncomfortable!”

The upstairs hallway was quieter, but they could still hear Yunah stomping after them downstairs while yelling threats.

“She’s actually coming up here,” Moka whispered.

“No way. She wouldn’t.”

“MOKA!” Her voice projected through the entire house.

“I stand corrected.”

Y/n laughed again just as Moka shoved open her bedroom door. “Get in the closet,” she ordered.

“What are we, fugitives?”

“Yes. Move.”

Before he could argue, she pushed him inside her cramped closet and squeezed in after him, shutting the door just as footsteps reached the hallway.

Darkness crept in, the only light was between the slits of the door. Outside the closet, Yunah stopped. “I know you’re in here somewhere,” she said with a creepy voice.

“You know for someone who is easily scared of things, she is terrifying” Y/n muttered.

Moka pressed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

After some seconds passed, Moka shifted awkwardly, trying not to lean too much against him. Unfortunately every adjustment somehow made more contact instead of less.

Her shoulder brushed his chest. Then her hip bumped his thigh. Then she shifted again trying to fix it, “Moka,” Y/n groaned quietly.

“What?”

“Please stop moving.”

“I’m uncomfortable!”

“You are making me uncomfortable.”

She froze. “What does that mean?”

Minju’s voice drifted from farther away down the hall. “Yunah. Leave them alone.”

They both stopped moving.

His hands landed carefully on her waist to stop her from moving again.

The sudden contact silenced both of them instantly. Moka’s breath caught. Y/n exhaled slowly through his nose like he was already regretting every decision that led him here.

“They’re being suspicious!”

“You’re hosting a party.” Minju then added dryly, “Go be social.”

“Okay,” she whispered nervously. “Then let me turn around.”

His head tipped lightly back against the wall behind him. “That’s worse, Moka.”

She frowned in confusion. “How– ”Then realization hit her all at once. “Oh.” Slowly, she tilted her head up toward him.

Yunah groaned dramatically. “Fine.” She turns back into the room “But this isn’t over.” she swung her pointed finger around.

Her footsteps disappeared back downstairs. 

Y/n was already staring down at her with an expression somewhere between embarrassment and suffering.

And suddenly neither of them found the joke nearly as funny anymore. Moka was directly in front of him now.

Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off her in the cramped space. Close enough that every tiny movement brushed against him.

Then she shifted again accidentally, her hand pressing against his chest to steady herself.

His jaw tightened immediately. “Moka.”

“What?”

“You really need to stop doing that.”

Her eyes flickered up innocently. “Doing what?”

His hand settled carefully against the wall beside her head. “If you keep touching me like that,” he said quietly, “this is going to become a problem.”

“How much of a problem.” She asked while slowly moving her hand up his chest.

“One we won’t be able to undo.”

For a second, neither of them moved. The air inside the closet had changed too much. The teasing was gone. The joke was gone.

All that remained was the feeling of his hands still resting on her waist and the way both of them suddenly couldn’t look anywhere except at each other.

Moka cleared her throat first. “We should probably go before Yunah comes back.”

“Yeah,” Y/n answered immediately. 

Moka opened the closet door first and slipped back into the bedroom, smoothing down her clothes like that would somehow fix anything. 

Y/n followed a second later, dragging a hand through his hair slowly. “Okay,” he muttered. “That never happened.”

“Right.”

“Still friends.”

“Obviously.” Neither of them sounded convincing.

From downstairs, loud cheering erupted followed by Yunah yelling at someone to stop standing on her coffee table.

Moka glanced toward the bedroom door. Then back at him.

Y/n noticed the exact moment something dangerous crossed her mind. “Moka,” he said cautiously.

Without answering, she walked over to the bedroom door. Locked it. The soft click echoed loudly through the room.

Y/n stared at her. “What are you doing?”

She turned around slowly, leaning lightly against the door now. “If I did that,” she said carefully, while pointing down, “then it’s only right to help you. No?”

His jaw tightened instantly. “Moka.” She pushed away from the door and took a step toward him. “You realize what will happen if you do this, right?” he asked quietly.

Every bit of teasing had disappeared from his voice now. Now he sounded serious. 

But Moka only kept walking toward him, heartbeat pounding harder with every step. “I’m prepared to face the consequences.” That almost broke him right there.

Y/n laughed softly once, but there was no humor in it. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Moka– ” She reached him then. Placed both hands lightly against his chest. And pushed him, slowly. Until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

He sat down harder than he intended, eyes never leaving hers. “Moka,” he warned again, quieter this time.

But she only stepped closer, climbed carefully into his lap, straddling him before he could stop her.

The breath left his lungs completely. Her hands settled against his shoulders. He rested instinctively against her waist again. 

This felt too natural for them. It shouldn't have. 

“Are you?” she whispered.

He took a second before finally responding "Am I what?” He stared into her eyes. 

She slowly leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “Are you prepared.” A small kiss on his ear “To face the consequences?”

Whatever control he’d been desperately holding onto snapped instantly. His hand slid up to cup her face and he kissed her like he’d been trying not to for far too long. All the tension from the last hour crashed into it at once.

Moka made the softest startled sound against his mouth before kissing him back with equal force, fingers tangling immediately into his hair. And somehow that made it worse, or better. 

He genuinely couldn’t tell anymore.

All Y/n knew was that the second she kissed him back, every thought in his head disappeared completely. Her hands tightened slightly against him as he pulled her closer instinctively, like even this still wasn’t enough.

The kiss deepened again almost immediately. The kind of kiss that built itself from too much tension and too many moments they’d both pretended meant nothing.

Moka pulled back only barely, just enough to breathe. “You kiss like you’ve wanted to do that for a while,” she whispered.

Y/n stared at her for half a second before laughing softly under his breath. “Maybe I have.” 

Her expression faltered. “You never said anything.” Her arms fell slightly off his shoulders.

“You never looked at me like this before tonight.”

“I didn’t know I could.” 

That almost ruined him all over again. His forehead dropped briefly against hers as he exhaled shakily. “This is such a bad idea.”

“Probably.”

“We might regret this.” She was slowly leaning in again.

“Maybe.” Neither of them moved away.

Downstairs, Yunah was now screaming about someone breaking a lamp.

But upstairs, in the locked bedroom, Moka kissed him again before he could rethink any of it.

She looked down once, “Oh,” she whispered, one of her hands left his shoulder and placed itself on his chest. “So you are affected.”

He let out a short laugh, disbelieving. “You have no idea.”

Moka’s hand curled lightly in his shirt. His hand was now braced beside him. And somehow, now that they weren’t in danger of getting caught anymore, the silence felt even worse.

Her eyes flicked to his mouth for the briefest second. That tiny movement nearly ruined him. 

"You started this, remember?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muffled music.

"Unitenionally but yeah.” He sucked in a breath “I know."

She dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs, her hands already working at his belt buckle. 

Y/n's head fell back, a sharp exhale escaping him as she freed him from his jeans.

She took him into her mouth with a hunger that surprised them both, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she sank down. Her fingers wrapped around what she couldn't take, stroking in rhythm with the bob of her head. 

"Fuck, Moka– " She hummed around him in response, and his hand flew to her hair, gripping tight.

She went slow, then fast. The same thing, over and over again. She lifted her head up to take a breath but her hand never stopped.

When she finally pulled back, lips swollen and chin wet, she looked up at him through her lashes with a satisfied smirk. "Still friends?"

He hauled her up by the arms, crashing his mouth against hers. "I have to return the favor now. It's only right."

Her breath hitched against his lips but was masked over with a smirk. "Of course."

He pushed her down onto the rumpled sheets, following her. His mouth traced a path from her jaw to her collarbone, then lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans.

But she stopped him.

“What's wrong?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows above her. "What are you thinking?" 

Moka looked up at him, her chest rising and falling heavily. Then she reached down, her fingers on his chest before trailing lower. Her fingers found him again, already hard and slick with her spit.

"I'm thinking about how much I want you inside me."

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, kissing him deep and sloppy, tongues tangling as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Y/n didn't need further invitation. He gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her higher, adjusting her position so she was perched perfectly on the edge of him. 

He leaned in, his lips leaving hers to trail a path of fire down her jawline to the sensitive curve of her neck. 

Moka let out a sharp, strangled cry, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he slid into her in one slow, agonizingly perfect motion. 

She was tight, so tight it felt like she was molding herself around him, and the sensation nearly drove him over the edge instantly. 

He froze for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, both of them panting, their hearts hammering against their ribs in a synchronized, frantic rhythm.

They both groaned into each other's mouths. The position gave him control, let him set a rhythm that had her arching off the mattress, her nails raking down his back, making marks. 

"You're... so tight," he groaned, his voice sounding like it was being dragged through gravel. "God, Moka..."

"Don't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, Y/n... more."

He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that filled her completely. Each slide forward was a revelation, a physical claim that erased every boundary they had ever set. 

Moka’s head tossed back, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to ride the rhythm, her hips tilting instinctively to meet every thrust.

The friction was electric. The heat was suffocating. Every time he thrusted, a small, needy whimper escaped her throat, and it only fueled his hunger. 

The slow thrusts vanished, replaced by a raw urgency. 

He began to drive into her with a relentless force, the bed creaking beneath them, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the space where conversation used to be.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Moka opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and blown wide with pleasure. Seeing the sheer, unadulterated lust in his eyes broke something inside her. 

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss, this one tasting of salt and desperation.

She wanted more.

As the tension built, she suddenly moved up, using her momentum to overpower him. With a surprised grunt, Y/n found himself pushed onto his back, the air leaving his lungs for a split second before Moka was straddling his lap again, her thighs gripping his waist.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting flat against his stomach, feeling the ripple of his abs beneath her palms. She looked down at him,  "Can I ride you?" she asked with a certain look on her face.

Y/n’s eyes darkened, his hands sliding up to grip her hips to help her balance. "I would love that."

She reached back in between her legs to reach you and lined him with her. She sank down onto him with a gasp, and for a long moment neither of them moved, just stayed there.

Then she started to move.

Slow at first, rolling her hips in circles that had him gripping her thighs, his head thrown back against the pillow, like her just a couple minutes earlier.

She built speed, finding a rhythm that made the bedframe creak, that made his groans turn into something almost desperate.

"Like this?" she panted.

"Please don't stop." A smirk managed to appear on her face.

She began to move, her pace erratic and passionate, lifting herself and dropping back down with an intensity that had Y/n clutching the sheets. 

They were both spiraling toward the edge again, the world outside the bedroom door completely forgotten.

Just as Moka began to peak, her breath hitching as she prepared to let go, a sharp, loud knock echoed through the room.

Knock knock knock.

"Hey. I know you're in there."

Yunah's voice cut through the post-orgasm haze like a bucket of ice water. Moka froze on top of him, eyes wide. He leaned up with his hand on her waist and the other holding him up.

"I can hear you breathing," Yunah called through the door. "And I definitely know what you've been doing. You're not slick."

Moka's lips curled into something dangerous. She looked down at Y/n, still buried inside her, and then back at the door.

She let out a moan. And I don't mean a small one. She let out a loud moan.

Yunah's fist banged against the wood. "You two are gross. Just you wait until you come out."

Moka pressed her forehead to Y/n's, both of them trying not to laugh.

"That was evil," he whispered.

"She started it."

She leaned back resting her hands on his knees. She tilted her head. “Now. Where were we?”  

Y/n smirked and leaned back down and letting her continue.

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The room stayed quiet for a long time after that. Like both of them were still trying to process what had happened.

At some point, Moka ended up curled against his chest while Y/n sat against the headboard, one arm loosely around her waist. 

The party downstairs had slowly faded from loud chaos into distant muffled voices and occasional laughter.

Eventually, reality started creeping back in. 

“We should probably go downstairs,” Moka mumbled into his shoulder.

“Probably.” 

A few seconds passed. Then Y/n sighed softly. “Yunah already knows we're here. So we should probably get out or she’s never shutting up again.”

Moka snorted quietly. “She was already convinced before this.”

“She doesn’t know.” he breathed in and while breathing out “For sure.” (Please tell me you know this reference)

Still, they eventually forced themselves apart. 

Moka avoided his eyes at first while fixing her clothes, brushing down imaginary wrinkles nervously. 

Y/n dragged a hand through his hair for what had to be the tenth time.

The room felt different now. They felt different. They didn't feel like friends anymore, or like how they used to be.

“You okay?” he asked finally.

Moka looked over at him. The softness in his voice almost made her nervous again. “Yeah,” she answered quietly. “You?”

He laughed once under his breath. “Ask me later.” That made her smile despite herself.

By the time they unlocked the bedroom door, the house had gone noticeably quieter.

The music was gone entirely. And judging by the abandoned cups scattered around the upstairs hallway, most people had already left.

“Oh no,” Moka whispered immediately.

“What?”

“The party ended.”

Y/n stared at her. “That’s your concern right now?”

“Yes! Because now it looks worse!” He started laughing before they even made it downstairs.

The second they reached the bottom step, both of them froze. Yunah stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed.

Minju sat sprawled on the couch nearby eating chips like she’d been waiting for this exact moment all night.

The lamp in the corner was crooked. And Yunah looked furious. 

“I found them,” Minju said calmly.

Yunah ignored Minju and glared at them. “Care to explain now?”

Moka and Y/n looked at each other instinctively. One glance. That was all it took. Because somehow, even now, they shared the exact same thought.

They turned back toward Yunah together. “What’s there to explain?” they both said at the same time.

Minju actually choked on her drink laughing.

Yunah stared at them in complete disbelief. “You disappeared upstairs for TWO HOURS.”

“So?” Y/n asked.

“So?!” Yunah repeated. “You came downstairs looking like THIS.”

Moka blinked innocently. “Like what?”

Yunah made an incoherent frustrated noise and pointed aggressively at Y/n. “His hair is a mess!”

Y/n casually fixed absolutely nothing. “It’s always messy.”

“And your lipstick is smudged!”

“I spilled my drink down and whipped my mouth with my sleeve.”

“You don’t have sleeves.”

Moka paused, then let out a small laugh “Oh yeah.”

Minju lost it laughing again.

“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered, horrified. “Something actually happened.”

“Nothing happened,” Y/n said smoothly.

“YOU WERE GONE FOR TWO HOURS.”

“We lost track of time.”

“In her room?!”

“It was a very interesting conversation,” Moka added.

Yunah looked seconds away from collapse. Meanwhile Minju was enjoying this entirely too much. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I told you to stop fake flirting.”

Moka’s confidence faltered for half a second.

Y/n noticed immediately. 

So did Minju. “Oh my god,” Minju said slowly, sitting up straighter. “Wait.”

Yunah narrowed her eyes dangerously. “Why did you both go quiet?”

“No reason,” Moka answered too fast.

“Moka.”

“What?”

Yunah pointed between them again. “Why are you standing so far apart right now?” Both of them froze.

At some point while walking downstairs, they’d intentionally left a suspicious amount of space between each other.

Which, ironically, made them look guiltier than ever.

Minju covered her face with one hand. “You idiots finally caught feelings.”

“We did not,” Y/n said immediately.

Moka nodded too quickly. “Yeah exactly.”

Yunah stared at them. Then at the way Y/n’s eyes automatically flicked toward Moka when she spoke.

Then at the way Moka kept avoiding looking at him for too long.

Her jaw dropped slowly. “Oh my god,” she whispered.

No one made a noise for a couple seconds.

“I KNEW IT!”