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Momo Ayase was standing in a closet.
Uh… not her own closet, no… She was in Okarun's— unbeknownst to him— trying to be as silent as possible.
A soft moan from the closet's owner drifted into her hiding spot through the slight opening in the closet door and Momo’s hand found her mouth. She couldn’t quite see or hear what he was watching on his laptop but she had a good guess. Should she say something? Make a noise so that he knew she was there? Was it too late?
Earlier that week she'd finally succeeded in finding out his birthday. The bastard hid it from god and everyone in an attempt to "not make it about him" or some other bullshit. It was only when she'd noticed his old dorm roommate, Jiji, acting more excited than usual and practically blackmailed him into saying why. She learned that he'd found out his birthday months ago, after Okarun accidentally dropped his ID in front of him, and that said birthday was this weekend.
Momo immediately went to her best friend and gave him one last chance to tell him when his birthday was. "I might even wear something special for you. A special birthday suit if you will?"
They were the type of friends that were always a little flirty with each other but never went beyond that.
As much as she'd have liked to…
"Miss Ayase my birthday's nothing special. You can dress how you would on a normal day because that's all it is," he sighed. Then with a shit eating grin he added "Although if you dressed like that every day then you'd land on my birthday eventually."
Even though it was his joke, if the tips of his ears turned red at the thought it was nothing Momo felt compelled to poke fun at. Out loud, anyway.
Fine. If he still wants to be a butt-head about his birthday than two could play that game.
Surprise party it is, then!
The day finally arrived and, after buying decorations, a cheap grocery store cake, and plushy shaped like a cuter version of the Mothman (she had to order that one online), she snuck her way past the poorly installed lock on his dorm. Actually, she got in way too easy. She should talk to a campus admin about that…
He was currently at work so there was nothing she needed to worry about but she relocked the door behind her anyway.
His dorm room was a small, studio apartment style layout that looked more like a bedroom with a kitchenette attached. As she sifted through the bags to find a set of decorations to start with she heard the tell-tale jingle of keys on the other side of his door.
The sudden instinct to scatter overtook her and she hid with her bags behind the only other door in the room: his closet.
Because the bathroom would have been too obvious right?
Why is he back? He's supposed to be at work. Did he call off for his birthday?
If he called off then there's no way he'd stay, right? After he leaves she'll just leave with the bags and pretend this never happened!
That was two hours ago.
Another tiny whimper escape him and warmth swept through her. She squeezed her thighs together and bit the inside of her palm to keep quiet. Okarun was jerking off right in front of her! Okarun!
The brown hair of the woman on his monitor leaned slightly red in a way that reminded him of best friend's. He almost wished the actress had Miss Ayase's maroon eyes. Or, maybe not? He wasn’t sure yet.
The male actor sharing the scene with her kinda reminded him of Jiji in a way, but with big round glasses. Ken himself wasn't as built as him in any capacity but if he squinted he could just about imagine it was him the Miss Ayase-look-alike was smiling at; his dick her pinkish lips had just kissed.
He palmed himself through his pants and his imagination quickly filled with thoughts of Miss Ay- no, with Momo; her mischievous smile boring into his as she licked a trail from base to tip. He hadn’t even taken his pants off yet and he’d already whimpered at the thought. It was pathetic really, but it's not like anyone will ever know, so he gives in.
Ken normally isn’t this vocal while touching himself but there was something about Not Miss Ayase… Not Momo… No-Mo... that turned him on more than normal. It’s probably the closest he'd ever be to seeing his fantasies in real life. He quickly pulled his pants down and reached for the base of his cock. His grip tightened as he imagined Momo’s slender hand instead of his own. A low whine escaped his throat as “she” slowly ran her hand up his shaft; her mouth hovering just above his tip, pleading eyes looking up at him. His breath hitched as he lost himself to the thought.
The video had skipped a few scenes while he wasn’t paying attention and No-Mo was currently being held open by Not Jiji… Not Him? Not Okarun? Nokarun, who’d decided to return the favor with his tongue. Maybe he shouldn't be making associations like that but he found it hard not to want to live vicariously through a manlier version of himself that was living his dream. He’d imagined himself between her thighs countless times and tonight was no different.
The sound of pipes settling in the wall behind his closet distracted him for a second, but the fleeting and shameless thought of “Momo’s” tongue flat against the underside of his dick brought his attention back to what he was doing. A pearl of precum leaked from his tip and he wiped it away with his thumb, imagining “Momo’s” tongue had worked its way up there to clean it up herself.
"Fffuccckkkkk."
Normally with porn, he could tell how fake it was; how detached the woman was from what was happening despite the chorus of high pitched moans and shrill repetitions of “Don't stop”, but No-Mo looked like she was actually enjoying what Nokarun was doing to her. Ken watched as he teased No-Mo with soft touches from the tips of his fingers along her inner thighs; chasing them with tender kisses as her hands wound themselves in his hair in an attempt to pull him where she needed him.
Ken's free hand drifted up to his own hair and pulled a similar moan from himself as he tugged on the coil of tension with just as much force. He felt her name on his tongue and fell further into his fantasy, the video largely forgotten in favor of the soft, teasing caress of teal tipped fingers and half-lidded eyes.
If he listened hard enough he could almost hear her moan, filling his thoughts like white hot smoke; his mind lost in the haze of her sultry voice.
“M-momo,” he whispered to his fantasy in a drawn out groan and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. The heat inside of him threatened to spill over when he could have sworn he heard her whisper his name back.
Back in the closet, Momo had let her hand slip past the waistline of her panties to rub slow circles around her clit as she watched him. A distant thought in the back of her mind that she might be caught only added to her excitement.
And what if she was caught? Maybe he’d let her join. Probably not, but in her imagination he does. In her imagination he’s blushing and bashful and maybe even angry at her, but he’s too hard to think about that right now because he needs her to touch him.
Heat pooled in her lower half at the thought of him giving himself to her like that; allowing her fingers to wrap around his soft skin with the same technique he was using now. Her actual fingers dipped down to circle her entrance as she watched him, sinking her teeth further into her palm as she bit back a moan.
What could he be watching? Clearly it was porn, but what type? What category? Did he have a preference?
Did any part of her overlap with that preference?
From her hiding spot in the closet she tried to see if there was maybe a reflective surface she could look at, or a certain angle that would show his screen, when her foot connected with something on the closet floor that rattled slightly. Just enough to stop her heart.
If he'd heard her he didn't give any indication.
Slowly, deliberately, Momo hitched up her skirt and ran her fingertips along her soaked panties.
Would he stroke her like this? Through her panties like this? Or would he be too impatient, and pull them off first? Or pull them to the side? Momo shivered at the thought of that last one.
As quietly as she could she lowered herself to the floor, careful not to rustle any of the bags she'd shoved in with her, and leaned her back against a stack of boxes. She pulled her panties to the side with her free hand, exposing herself to the air and dipped her fingers into her entrance just enough to spread the slick that had collected there around her swollen clit.
Her breath hitched as she imagined it was Okarun himself taunting her with such an agonizingly slow pace. She felt another shiver go through her and opened her legs further, giving her imagination more room to work.
The lewd, now wet sound of Okarun’s strokes started growing faster and so did the heat in her veins. She desperately wanted to match his pace but didn’t want her own slick sounds to give her away, forcing her into a slow teasing pace. She used the sharp sounds of his breathing to mask her own— his soft grunts and moans pulling out her own.
What would she have to do to get him in here with her? His weight on top of her, holding her in place, directing her where he needed her. His hips against hers, holding her open for him; the heat of his breath against her neck—
—a buzz coming from her hoodie made her blood run cold. She shoved her hands in the front pocket and turned it off on the second buzz.
Okarun stopped moving.
Momo stopped breathing.
He reached over to a part of his desk she couldn't see and grabbed his phone, checked it and placed it back where it was.
He definitely heard that! Hopefully he thought it came his imagination or maybe a neighboring apartment?
She should stop tempting fate…
… right?
A mischievous smile graced her lips instead and she put her phone on silence before sending a short text to her best friend:
Ayase M: Watcha doin?
A phone buzzed on his side of the room this time. Her smile stretched into a cheshire grin when his eyes went wide after he checked his phone again and holy shit his dick just twitched!
Yeah this is gonna be fun.
Momo wiped her hand off on her skirt and stifled a giggle at the clear inner conflict he was having of whether he should reply to her message. Okarun looked like he'd been caught with his dick in his hand. Which, yes, he was, but she wasn't supposed to know that!
Okarun: Studying. Just got back. They didn't need me at work today.
Fucking liar, she thought and snickered to herself.
Ayase M: Same!
Ayase M: Already finished everything I needed to do.
Well, here goes. No point beating around the bush…
Ayase M: Just watching porn before bed.
He was sitting too far away for her to see if he blushed, but not far enough away for her to see him nearly fall out of his god damn chair. Momo just barely stopped herself from letting loose a cackle watching him jump up before he fully fell, dick flapping in the wind. If she wasn't careful her laughter would give her away. A pleasant shiver went up her spine once again at the thought.
"Is she— is she flirting with me?!"
He quickly sat back down and furiously typed something on his phone. "How-to-tell-if-a-girl-is-flirting—"
Momo had to dig her nails into her palm to keep from laughing. But, as hilarious and adorable of a display this was, she had an agenda, dammit! Quickly, she scrolled through her camera roll for one of the nudes she sometimes took when she felt cute, and hit send.
Ayase M: Thinking of you~
He squawked, actually squawked, and dropped his phone, catching it before it landed on his desk.
She watched Okarun type for a whole minute or two— likely repeatedly deleting and rewriting whatever he was typing— before he actually responded with several messages back to back.
Okarun: Oh.
Okarun: Ohm ygod.
Okarun: Wait are we really doing this
Okarun: *?
There was something funny — and hot— about watching him fluster over a text message with his pants still off. She sent him another one of the nudes she took that day and a quick:
Ayase M: If you can take a short break from studying we are ;)
Ayase M: Maybe you can send me one back
Okarun looked between his dick and his phone and groaned. A thrum of excitement ran through Momo. Was he actually gonna do it?
He ran a hand through his hair and typed out another message.
Okarun: Should we be doing this? I mean, I don't know if I could
Just one more push…
Ayase M: What if I want to Okarun?
Ayase M: Wont you be my good boy for me and try?
Ayase M: Youre always so good for me
A whimper left his lips and his hand found his shaft once again.
That's my good boy, she thought, her own hand slipping back into her panties. My very good boy.
Okarun: I don't know how to start
He looked so nervous.
Vulnerable.
Maybe part of her should should feel ashamed for putting him through this.
But it was being stomped out by the part of her brain that found it unbelievably hot! She typed out with one hand:
Ayase M: Maybe like this
Ayase M: When I woke up from my nap earlier, I was thinking about kissing you… moving down to your neck… down to your abs… and slowly further down… rubbing my tongue up and down your shaft.
His eyes went wide and he jumped up again, dick flailing about all willy-nilly and such, "Wha- MOMO!"
Momo's heart skipped a beat and her hand paused, her own eyes equally as wide. Wait, Momo? Did he just yell her actual name just now?!
If her lewd messages had the power to do that, she started touching herself again as she wondered what else her messages could get him to do…
Ayase M: You wouldnt happen to be thinking about me right now would you?
Okarun slowly sank back into his chair and finally, finally reached for his dick again. He typed back between long, slow strokes:
Okarun: I dont know if i'd be able to look at you whil e you did that i think i dont think I'd last as long as youd like me to
Momo smirked at his sentence structure. Either he wasn't use to typing with his left hand or he was finally allowing himself to maybe get lost in the feeling again.
Ayase M: I could always blind fold you. Make you follow along with one of your other senses.
It delighted her to know end to watch him read her message and then actually close his eyes as he reached down to message his balls. Momo made a mental note of what he liked and then wondered if it would get her caught if she sent him a message about fondling his sack.
Ayase M: Maybe I'd go even lower and suck one of your family jewels into my mouth
Oops, she giggled to herself.
Okarun read her message, closed his eyes again, and started to lightly tug on one of them. A moan escaping his lips. Momo softly pinched her clit between her first and middle fingers, giving it a light tug as well. A silent moan on her own lips.
She'd started typing out a new message when he beat her to it.
Okarun: Im gong to call you
Momo's screen lit up and Okarun's ringtone all but echoed through the small enclosed space. She all but violently remembered she'd set him as her emergency contact, which would still ring regardless of whether or not her phone was on silent. She quickly declined the call but it was too late. Through the gap in the door she could see that Okarun was already staring at the closet, horrified.
He stood up from his desk, too shocked to even cover up and cautiously approached her.
She got to her knees, no longer caring about rattling the bags that were with her and slowly opened the door. "Surprise?" she said weakly with a half hearted jazz hand.
This may have been the first time she'd seen a man apply the five stages of grief to a home invasion.
Denial… anger…
…wait no, fuck it was just denial and then anger.
So much anger…
Momo attempted to get up, her eyes meet the half-mast erection Okarun was sporting.
"Don't," Okarun puts his hands on her shoulders.
Don't?
"Get back on your knees."
Heat flooded into her face as she allowed herself to be pushed back down to her knees.
Maybe….
Dark pink skin and darker eyes met her hopeful gaze.
Oh… oh no he looks… pissed…
A too gentle hand settled into her hair and guided her face towards his cock. "If you want it so bad, then here. Or get out."
Momo reached out and wrapped an unsteady hand around it. He was so angry… and yet there was still something gentle in his eyes. Even more gentle than the finger now running through her hair. Maybe this wasn't anger? Maybe it was something else.
Intent on finding out she steadied her grip and gave a long, slow stroke down it's length, watching his reaction.
“You can-” He sharply inhaled, eyes screwing shut. “You can squeeze a little harder, Mis-Momo.”
Okarun placed his other shaky hand over hers and gave an experimental squeeze, his breath hitching as she tightened accordingly.
He guided her hand in long, slow strokes; their eyes never leaving each other. Just the full friction glide of her hand up and down his length.
She finally allowed her eyes to drift lower. “Can I, um… try something,” she asked, lowering her face to his tip.
Okarun’s face flushed even harder. His mouth opened and closed a few times before nodding instead.
“Cool, cool… I’ll just…” Momo touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of his head, just to see his reaction. The sight of his eyes drowning in pleasure from just a simple touch was more than enough to spur her on, igniting the spark in her core she chased while hiding in his closet.
Momo took a deep breath to chase away her nerves and took the head into her mouth. The smell of sweat and the heady taste of precum filled her senses as she swirled her tongue around his cock. She reached into her hair to grab the back of his hand and applied a gentle press in time with her slow head bobs; bobbing deeper each time. The grip in her hair tightened into a fist as he finally took the hint but instead of using it to guide her head like she wanted he held her head still as he face fucked her.
Momo's eyes rolled back in elation. She almost couldn't believe she was able to get him to do something so dirty with her when he snapped his hips one last time and plunged into her throat, burying her nose in his pubes.
His brown eyes almost fluttered shut as he pulled back out. "How… long have you been in here?"
"Long enough," she coughed, a few tears rolling down her face. She was still unsure of where exactly the line was now but you know what they say: in for a penny, in for a pound. "What were you watching?"
Something flashed in Okarun's eyes and he reached down and full on lifted her off the floor, carrying her through his room and all but tossing her and himself onto his bed as he climbed on top of her. He wiped away her tears before he looked over at his desk. She followed his gaze, noticing from here she finally had a perfect view of his screen and the auburn colored actress it was paused on.
"There's no point in being embarrassed now I guess."
Momo guided his face back to her own. "I was doing the same thing in your closet remember?"
Okarun rubbed the back of his neck. "I…"
As much as she'd hoped it would get to this point she hadn't actually expected things to progress the way they had. But as she watch whatever confidence he'd had actively drain from his face she refused to let this end too quickly.
Momo lifted her head just enough to capture his lips and bring him back into the moment. Bit by bit she felt him relax into her. His full weight coming to rest on top of her as she wrapped her legs around him.
She could feel him throbbing through her panties. "Nngh…Oka-" she was cut off by the feeling of his lips against her neck.
"Yes? You were saying something, Momo?" he whispered into her skin.
"N-nope. Nothing at a-all."
He started to grind himself against her. "Are you sure?"
This fucker. Toying with her like this. "All good, everything's good here."
The friction stopped. "Oh. Well, if everything's all good," he started, his weight lifting off of her. "Then we can stop helping each other out-"
Momo held him in place with her legs and softly caressed his face with her hands. "Absolutely not."
Okarun gave a smirk at that and reach down between them and under her skirt. He lifted the seat of her panties just slightly and Momo let out a soft gasp as she felt the silky, soft skin of his dick in her underwear, against her bare, sopping wet clit. They both shuddered at the feeling.
"You really were in there for a while," he cooed. "Were you hoping I'd touched you next?"
His hand ran up her side leaving a trail of sparks as it went before rocking his hips.
The slow slide of his hard length was intoxicating.
But slow, controlled, deliberate, wasn't exactly what Momo wanted right now.
In one swift movement she grabbed onto his shoulders, unlocked her legs and buck up as hard as she could. Rolling them over so that she was on top of him.
He lifted his hands off of her in momentary shock and she took advantage and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. She bent down until her nose touched his.
"Hi," she said.
He replied by capturing her lips with his.
Momo's eye's widened but she felt herself sink into the kiss.
They've had this will they won't they thing for the passed two years now and until this very moment, everything that came before, even today, felt like one game of chicken; just one big game
Until now, she never thought he might return her feelings…
She lost herself in the feeling of his arms wrapping around her. She started moving her hips again, sliding her core up and down his shaft. She broke the kiss to look down and watch the head of his cock disappear and reappear out of the side of her underwear as she pleasured him. The soft silky press of her folds on one side, and the soft cotton of her undergarments on the other.
The wetter she got the better it felt. Given the soft mewls that escaped her friend she assumed it was the same for him as well.
Okarun broke the kiss. "I don't- I don't have a… a condom," he murmured through half-lidded eyes.
Momo dragged her teeth across his collarbone and reveled in the way he arched into her for more contact. "That's okay," she whispered into his skin. She sped up the movement of her hips. "I have an IUD. We'll be juuuuust fine. Unless you were into that sort of thing."
With that she moved her hips as far forward as she could, maneuvering until she felt his head against her entrance and sat her weight onto it taking his entire length in one go. She'd done more than enough to warm up back in his closet. He was about average size but reached everything she needed him to.
His hands fell to her hips and she gasped when he bucked involuntarily. "You feel amazing, M-Momo." She could feel the strain in his hips as he tried to remain still.
She squeezed her kegel muscles and giggled as he dug his fingers into her thighs. "If you keep holding back I'm just gonna keep teasing y-FUCK!" she cursed at the sudden feeling of weightlessness as he flipped them over again and started fucking her into his mattress.
The fire in her lower half roared back to life. "Yes! Fuck, FUCK DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP!"
He just kept pounding into her. She tried to move with him but couldn't match his aggression. Like he was taking his frustrations out on her pussy.
"Momo- Momo I'm- I'm close-" he warned.
Momo gripped his sheets for dear life with one hand and used her other to grab his face just under his chin and force him to look at her. "Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum in me."
He kept his eyes on her as he slammed into her one final time and she felt his hot cum filling her. The thought of her absolutely debauched best friend getting her pregnant pushed her over the edge as well and she came just as hard as he did. As they came down from their high she was the first to break eye contact, practically rolling her eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of his cock softening and retracting from inside of her.
"Well that was… something…" Okarun panted.
Momo gave a tired laugh. "You dork. C'mere," she replied, pulling him down to lay his full wait on her while he recovered.
"Why were you in my closet anyway?"
"Shhhh. I'll tell you later. Just, lay here for a little bit longer, okay?"
He left a tired, yet tender kiss on her cheek."Whatever you say, Momo."