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Moka's secret

ILLIT Moka x Male Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut | Word count: 7.8k | Tags: Girlfailure, Blowjob, Pervert Moka, Handcuffs, First time

Synopsis: The university's perfect student turns out to be an incredibly shy and perverted fanfiction writer

Note: I apologize if some parts are rough. I could have edited it more, but I was so tired, and I had been working on this fic for way too long. I hope you can still enjoy it

Moka was a good student. She paid attention in class, shared her notes, and studied diligently. Her impressive consistency was admired by all her peers, and they wondered how she achieved this type of discipline. It seemed like nothing bothered her: not the five tests set in a week, not her insufferable courters, not her friends’ dramas.

Indeed, Moka had a secret: fanfictions. That’s how she took her stress away. The study material is too difficult? Read a one-shot, and it will all click right away. A short break from the clubs? That’s time for some headcannons. Having a bad day? Some smuts will fix it right up. What about a good day? Well, read away.

It was when she went to college that she started writing, and when she discovered her natural talent, she never stopped. Reading was fun. People had amazing stories to tell, but after absorbing all those tropes and characters, her brain was starting to bubble with stories of her own. Suddenly, she could create whatever she wanted and didn’t need to send requests, hoping the writers liked them.

Moka seemed like an innocent girl. She wore cute sweaters and girly shirts, often paired with a pleated skirt; she wore a lot of gadgets, and always had rounded sneakers. She had a bright personality and always smiled.

People looked at her and saw an adorable ray of sunshine. Never would they have guessed what she wrote.

And, truly, she did write cute stories at first. Short fluffs about the shows she was watching. Ships and self-inserts.

But a girl has her needs.

When that character showed up on screen, shirtless and sweaty, oh it burnt like a fire. Immediately, she had to look up something, something strong.

She started following boy groups and entered their fanfiction fandoms, and that was the decisive moment.

Fluffs weren’t enough. She needed more. The heat inside her chest couldn’t be tamed by simple cuddles and kisses. She was well past that, that was for kids, not her.

It started with spicy scenarios, a little teasing, some touching here and there, and it quickly spiraled into something wilder.

Moka wanted to try them all. All kinks, plays, tropes, and characters. She let the tingles take her away, following that feeling that clouded her brain.

She started dipping her feet on the other side as well and realized just simply how hot girls were. But other than that, she got curious about the other perspectives and started reading male reader stories.

Seeing the perspective of the man made her go insane. It was exhilarating.

By that time, she had already built up a decent following. It was only natural, given how prolific a writer she was.

That’s when she met you, her fellow writer friend.

She stumbled upon your blog after scrolling endlessly through mediocre clanker-ridden Y/N slop. It was like finding a diamond in the rubbish.

After reading the first paragraphs, she was hooked. After eight more, her breath was hot. 10 seconds later, her right hand crawls down her legs. 20 more seconds and she has to stifle the lewd moans rushing out of her mouth.

And 10 minutes later, she was left with a mess to clean up.

It was love.

She had to meet whoever wrote this story. It was like their brain completely in sick with hers. It knew everything she liked, from the cute interactions, to the sexual tension, the sex and even the pace.

Moka took some time to re-collect herself and get some tissues to get herself back into her clean demure image. Then she went to your blog, clicked the small speech bubble under your post and started typing.

[OMG THIS WAS SO GOOOD. Honestly my favorite fic right now. PLEASE GIVE US A PART 2]

Hearted.

Her job was done, her nerves were soothed, now back to studying.

Moka went back to her microeconomy book and started reading the chapter the professor had taught this morning. It wasn’t exactly an interesting topic but she still had to catch up otherwise it would pile up endlessly. So everyday, when she went back home, she would re read her notes and check what it said on the textbook. Read… Read…

She needed to read another one. Another smut.

Moka threw her book aside and jumped on the bed again. She opened her phone and rushed to your blog, that she had followed already. She checked your masterlist. There were so many choices, so many fics she hadn’t read yet.

So her personal ritual started again.

On the other side of town, you were scrolling through the countless memes on IG reels when you received that notification. It surprised you. Nobody had ever written a comment with that much excitement and certainly not with those many capital letters. You thought for a moment. It was either a very zesty man or it was a girl.

You’ve heard of them before, girls that read male reader fics, though they were very rare. You wondered why they’d be attract to this, especially since the perspective was so different. As long, as they liked it, you didn’t complain.

“How should I reply to this?” you thought to yourself. It was always good practice to reply to comments. They took the time to write it, after all.

[Thank you for the comment! Wait for part—

“No,” you thought. “It will probably not happen. Delete.”

[Thank you for the comment! We’ll see what happens]

There. That’s perfect. Give them hope but don’t promise anything. Done, enter.

You were about to put your phone away when another notification hit your phone.

[IM GONNA WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU'LL WALK IN🙏🏻💛😭]

Okay, what the fuck?

Well, you were flattered, that’s for sure. But was this really necessary. You kinda remember what you wrote and not a single sentence deserved this much… excitement. Not to mention, it wasn’t towards the character either, it was towards you. You.

You had to sit back and really think what to reply this time.

Maybe you should match her energy. No, that’s not really what you do.

[You’re too kind!]

Yeah, that will be okay. And… send.

[IM SCREAMING THAT WAS INSANE OMGGG I- I’ll NEVER recover from this, I’m not the same person anymore]

What?

Is this person okay?

You rubbed your forehead. You had to go and quickly read what you wrote to try to understand the reasoning of this reaction. No matter how many times you went back to it, you still couldn’t understand.

You stared at the blinking cursor. Should you reply again? What if she continued? What would you do then?

Before you could decide, someone messaged you. It was her. Or him, you still weren’t completely sure.

> Sorry if that was too much 😭 your writing hits different > Like it’s written exactly for me > Sorry sorry sorry

You blinked. She seemed nice enough. Without really thinking about it, you started typing again.

> Don’t apologize, it’s actually really flattering

On the other side, Moka’s heart dropped when she saw your reply. She’d been debating inside her head whether she just gave you a reason to quit writing or permanently tainted your stories with her excessive comments. She was embarrassed. She was the only comment under them. There were some others but it was mostly “Nice” or “Great fic!”.

Relief washed over her when Moka read what you wrote.

She picked up her phone again and started thinking of how to reply to you. With a pillow clutched between her chest and the the phone screen, she started typing, slower this time.

> Really? > I love your plots and characters! > It’s really unique

> Thank you! > Have you read my stuff before?

Moka bit her lip.

> No not really > I just found out and started reading > Just a few days

More like just a few hours. But she didn’t want to seem crazier than she already did.

You smiled at your screen, she must have binged all your fics.

> Wow you must have a lot of free time

> Not at all I should be studying right now 😭😭

> Well it does help to relax a little bit

Moka thought for a moment. She wanted to keep talking but didn’t really know what to say. She could have continued to talk about writing and fics but she wasn’t sure whether you really liked them like that.

> Do you take requests?

You leaned back in your chair. Not really. Rarely. Actually, never tried. You told yourself you would but only if the idea felt right and usually you didn’t really feel inspired. But you didn’t really want to let her down, she looked so happy to read your stuff.

> Sometimes > You have something in mind?

Moka jumped up from her seat. “Calm down,” she told herself. This is the chance. Do not scare that man. Or woman. She had a lot of ideas she thought about writing but never did, it was time she could give them to you.

But were they good enough?

Think, Moka, think.

Moka typed, deleted, she looked through her documents, her phone notes. Nothing. You would have surely rejected them. Okay, she had an idea. It would be a good idea to actually ask you to write with her. Yeah, why not? That way she can learn from you and create a good story that you would both like.

> Not a request really, more like a collab > I write too

She got your interest.

> That could be interesting > Could you send me a link to your work

Moka’s breath started to quicken and her heart started to beat faster and faster. All her stories, her secrets, her filthy works. You were going to see all of them. Well, you wrote that stuff too so it was fine but it was still a bit embarrassing. What if you hated them?

But it was too late to pull back.

Moka took a deep breath, copied her blog’s link and pasted the link.

You watched the blue link appear in your chat and clicked it. The screen blinked and loaded up her blog. You were sure it was a female now. The blog was very well customized. It was all pink with plenty of moodboards, colored titles, sparkles and hearts everywhere.

Your blog, in comparison, was a boring default setup.

You went right into her masterlist and clicked the first fic.

The opening lines were cute. It was a show character x female reader, that made sense. A classic sweet student type of story: some banter, some very cute interactions, some embarrassed touches. You quickly scrolled through it, catching the essence of the story though quick sentences: two characters who clearly wanted each other but didn’t admit it.

Her writing style wasn’t that bad. You’re sure she was the one who wrote it.

You scrolled down further, skipping a few of the other fluffs to see how she progressed.

The story was a bit more complex this time. The plot was clear, and it developed into a longer time frame. Her words weren’t fumbling. The sentences were longer, tighter, and well thought. You were interested. It was the type of story you’d read, except you weren’t really familiar with these ships.

Your eyebrows rose when you went to her most recent fics.

“Oh,” you muttered to yourself. “So she does smut.”

The stories still started with the cute scenarios that she used in her earlier fics but it went from fluff to explicit in the space of just a few paragraphs. By the time you reached the middle of the fic you were very surprised. It was filthier than you expected.

You went back up to check the tags. “Fluff, slow burn, kissing,” so yeah, very tame normal stuff. Then: “dirty talk, overstimulation, bondage, knife play, domination, cock worship.”

Well, that was quite quick.

You blinked, scrolled again, and there it was: “Consent play, praise kink, degradation kink, pissing, blood play.”

Wait, how do those two tags even coexist?

Her works were actually very well written. It’s normal for writers to be into interesting stuff so you didn’t really see anything wrong with it. You accepted the collab, discussed some of the characters you liked, and let it go from there.

You didn’t think much about it, it was a very natural process. She’d start thinking about the plot first and then you’d review it.

Moka was extremely happy. She was doing all kind of research to make sure she knew everything single thing about every single person they could have written. She double-read every single story you had ever written to understand fully your style and preferences.

She had found another thing to look forward to when she was the university and could go to class with the same bright smile she always had.

The lecture hall was the same as every Wednesday, the professor was halfway through explaining a graph on prices when Moka saw something way too familiar in the corner of her eye. She tried to tell herself not to think about it and focus on the class but it was too strong.

There was something on that phone screen that she had already seen. It was that familiar pink layout of her blog, the sweet Y2K aesthetic that she spent 2 whole months creating on HTML and CSS. It was hers. There was no other possible person.

It was her own blog on the phone of someone in the same room as her, and they’re reading it right now. In public.

She watched you scroll through the story, completely focused on every single word. Moka felt her face getting warm. She had never thought about the type of people who would read her stuff and seeing a real person read her most private and perverted thoughts in a room full of people was making her succumb to embarrassment.

Then you opened a new tab to check your own dashboard and reply to a message. Moka fumbled out her phone and saw the message appear in front of her. Her eyes widened and she could feel the air leaving her lungs.

It was you.

The person that wrote all the stuff that she had consumed in her most private moments, the person that she’s obsessing over, the person that she’s supposed to write with… sitting right there in front of her.

When the bell rang and everyone packed their bags to leave the room, Moka moved on autopilot and teleported next to you. You were just putting your backpack on your shoulder when you felt the presence of another person next to you.

You turned your head and saw a familiar face. Yes, you had noticed her before. She was in your class after all. From what you remember, she was one of the best students in the course. She must have been one of the best ranked during the entrance exam. She was dressed very well too, with a cute sweater and a pleated skirt.

“You’re…” she started, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat and pronounced your exact username in the clearest tone possible.

Your eyes darted open. Who was this? Who sent her? Were they here to blackmail you? You stepped back. This could get dangerous real quick.

Moka kept looking around to make sure no one was listening and stepped closer to lower her tone. “I mean, I’m cocomin43, but my name is Moka,” she blurted out. “The one who… commented on your stories…”

What? Her? You didn’t really say much. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. You stood there with your mouth slightly open.

“Uhm, okay?” you mumbled.

“I saw you reading my story,” she said. "The one with the... you know. The knife stuff." She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, mortified. "This is so awkward. I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

The moment the words knife stuff left her lips, Moka knew she had messed up. She saw your judgmental expression and couldn’t handle it.

"I—I mean! Not that I do that! I mean, I write it, but I don't—oh god," she stammered. “I have to go. Bye!”

Before you could even say anything else, she had spun around and quickly walked outside, nearly hitting a passing student.

After that episode, Moka spent 48 hours in a state of paralysis. She sat on her bed, staring at her laptop, wondering if she should open the private messages to clear up the situation. She didn’t sleep that day. She didn’t dare open the site.

For the first time in her life, she had revealed her secret to someone. You weren’t just a user; you sat in her class, just a couple of rows in front of her.

She didn’t know why she even talked to you. It was an excitement she had never felt before.

She couldn’t let it end like that. You were the only one who could actually accept her for who she was.

Still, she felt an incredible amount of shame and embarrassment that was hard to shake off. When she went back to university, she took the long way to every class to avoid the economics building.

But fate was that she’d meet you again at the vending machines. She was just buying a soda can when she saw your reflection in the glass. She couldn’t run. She had to confront you.

Moka froze. The can she chose thudded into the tray, and she slowly turned around to see your face staring back at her.

“Uhm,” she started. “Hi, again.”

“Hi,” you said, quietly.

“From the… internet.”

“I remember.”

She laughed nervously.

“Listen, about the other day,” she said. “Sorry. I’m not normally like that… I don’t really say that stuff.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you said, rubbing the back of your head. “I figured.”

She took a deep breath.

“I actually wanted to… talk? Like, for real?” she looked at you. “And not about… that. The collab would be cool, but I’d like to get to know you.”

She bit her lips.

“I’m at [road], you know? Near the other student apartments. It's quiet there. No one will hear us... talking. About normal things! Like hobbies! " She winced at her own outburst. "Anyway. If you want, you should come over. Tonight? Around seven?"

She couldn’t stand the pressure and left with the coffee.

You thought about it. She was really pretty, and you were curious about her. She seemed really shy; maybe she just really wanted to make some friends. Well, she already had some friends at the university, you could see that. Maybe she wanted to share her hobby?

Well, what could go wrong? You made up your mind and looked up the address.

And that’s how you found yourself in this situation, in front of the door of a fanfiction writer.

You take a deep breath and ring the bell.

Moka opens the door and lets you inside. It looked like a normal apartment. It was clean, as spacious as a small studio could be but mostly neat. She didn’t have a lot of decorations outside the living room, apart from some plants and some small things here and there.

“So… here we are,” she says, playing with the keys in her hand. Her eyes go to the ground, fixated on her shoes.

“It’s nice,” you tell her, with a smile.

“You think so?” Moka says softly, looking at you with a small grin. “Wanna see my room?”

“Uhhh… sure.”

Moka opens another door and leads you down the small hallway. You can already see the warm light escaping the opening of the entrance. When you step inside, you open your mouth: it was so girly and pink, what you’d expect from the girl who sat in the front row.

There are neat stacks of textbooks lined up on her shelves, each one with pastel sticky notes sticking out from the sides. On her desk, highlighters and pens are organized by color—pink, yellow, blue, purple. A couple of books and notebooks lie open, as if she left them there mid-study session.

The walls are covered with posters of boy groups, their corners fixed with strips of washi tape. Next to a row of binders, a few lightsticks lean against the shelf, ready for the next concert.

Her bed is made, though not perfectly; the blanket is pulled up but slightly uneven. Plushies take up a good portion of the space, some new, some a little worn. The covers are of a pinkish hue as well.

The air smells faintly sweet, maybe from a candle she burned earlier or a lotion she uses.

“This is… it,” Moka comments.

“It’s nice,” you say again. Realizing it’s the same exact thing you said before, you try to think of something else. “It’s… cute.”

“Really?” she asks. “I—I cleaned my room, not that it was dirty, but like, not because you’re here,” she spits out and immediately regrets it, “oh my god—”

You laugh, brushing the back of your neck. “I like the boys—the posters you got on the walls.”

“You do? Are you into boy groups?”

“I like BIGBANG,” you say, pointing at the poster of Taeyang’s face. “His song is nice. Eyes, nose, and lips, was it?”

“Oh yeah, it was one of my favorite videos. It’s not often they go shirtless. He has very nice muscles. They are so… big,” Moka says with great enthusiasm.

“Mmh, yeah…” you say, a bit startled by her sudden outburst. “I meant the song. The song is nice.”

“Oh,” Moka laughs awkwardly. “It’s a great song! Yes, I like the song—too.”

You nod and continue to observe her room. You’re left with an awkward silence that Moka absolutely can’t stand. She’s thinking about what she said. God, you had just stepped into her place and she had already revealed how much of a pervert she is. Sure, you already knew. After all, that’s how you two know each other, but she was kind of starting over.

Moka shakes the thoughts out of her head and clears her throat. “Ehem. Would you like some tea?”

“That sounds nice, yeah,” you say.

“You can sit on the bed if you’d like,” Moka says. She turns around and guides you to the edge of the mattress. She takes just two steps and she’s already tripping on air. Her body comes way too close to you, her face inches from yours.

She immediately jumps away and apologizes profusely. You quickly brush it away.

In the kitchen, Moka’s mind races like crazy. She uses the electric kettle to boil some water. The bubbling of the water helps her calm down. She takes deep breaths and puts the mugs on the tray. When Moka comes back to her room, you’ll still be sitting there with your hands on your lap.

She puts the tray on the desk and grabs a mug. Her fingers are shaking and you can tell she’s overthinking everything. Moka holds it out to you, but in her nervousness, she misjudges the distance. The mug tilts, and a splash lands right onto you.

“Ah! Wait—oh no!” she cries. She freezes in horror, eyes wide.

“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean—uh…” she grabs a napkin and tries to clean it off you. She doesn’t stop to think and fails to realize that the tea fell right between your legs. She even presses her hands against your pants, trying to pat them dry.

You freeze as you feel her whole weight coming down on you. “M-Moka! Wait—!” you start, but she’s so panicked she doesn’t hear you. Her eyes flick up and her panicked expression meets your shocked eyes.

“I’ll clean it! I swear! I’m trying, I’m—” her hands keep moving but it’s only making it worse.

You try to pull her hands away gently but she only panics more. She rubs hurder and stutters, “Ugh, why is this happening to me?!”

“Moka! Seriously, stop it!” you finally yell.

Moka glances down and realizes where she’s been rubbing. Her eyes go wide and her face flushes a deep red. She immediately backs away, waving her hands around in the air.

“Oh no no no no no!” she squeals, dropping the napkin. “I didn’t mean to—oh my god, I’m the worst!”

She covers her face with her hands from the embarrassment, continuing to mutter incoherent noises. Moka peeks between her fingers, deeply mortified.

You shake your head and laugh nervously, “It’s okay. It’s fine, really.”

Her shoulders slump, but she’s still red from head to toe. She’s a complete mess. She’s rouched awkwardly on the floor, hands still trembling, blinking rapidly. She’s trying her hardest to erase what just happened from your memory.

“Don’t worry about it, just… come sit,” you say and pet the space next to you.

“Can I?”

“Well, it’s your bed, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she stutters and sits next to you, at a reasonable distance. “I—I’m so sorry about… you know… your—um…” She gestures vaguely toward your lap. “I didn’t mean to… touch that. I swear, I wasn’t thinking!”

“You apologized enough. It’s okay, really. Please don’t think about it,” you try to reassure her. “Anyways, what was the tea supposed to be? Black?”

“No, I… yes, it’s black but not just black. It’s like a black vanilla.”

“Oh, I see. It smells nice.”

“Yeah, it does, it does,” she says. “You also smell… uhm… good,” she murmurs. Maybe a good compliment will make her apology more believable. “Like… like a boy, but… in a nice way! Not in a weird way! I mean… you always smell nice. I noticed it the first time, but… okay, that sounded creepy, I’m sorry!”

It seems like she doesn’t think before she talks.

“You smell nice too…” you comment. “The shampoo aroma.”

She squeezes her hands together. “Thank you,” she smiles. You complimented her. You really did. You liked her. Maybe you wanted to sniff her hair. She’d gladly let you. And then she’d sniff you. Yeah, that’s how it should go.

“I mean, uh… thank you for… coming over. And, um… your hair looks really… nice? Today. It always does. And your… your jacket… it smells good too. Not in a weird way”

“What’s up with this smell thing?” you say, laughing.

Moka’s eyes go wide and she stammers. “Sorry, it’s gross right? I know it sounds dumb! I’m… I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

“No, it’s okay, it’s… kind of cute.”

“Cute? Really?” she squeaks, bouncing on the ball of her feet. “I—I’m not cute! That’s… that’s impossible! You’re lying! You can’t actually mean that!”

“Really, you’re kinda adorable when you’re panicking. A bit.”

“A-adorable?! I—I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Moka… relax. You’re fine. Just breathe.”

“Alright, alright,” she brushes off and stays still for a moment.

You use this silence to wonder about your life decisions. What kind of situation have you put yourself in? This is not the Moka you knew. She was so normal in class: she had friends, talked to people, and was attentive. Now, it seems like she has never talked to a person in her whole life.

Surely, there must be some reason. Maybe the problem was yourself? But you didn’t do anything.

Moka seems to have calmed down a bit. She’s still fidgeting with her fingers but her face is of a softer red.

She turns her head towards you, lips pressed together, she takes a deep breath before talking again. “So, uhm, do you like reading books?”

You look at her briefly and turn your head to think about the answer. Moka clearly did not understand what you were doing because she interpreted it as you judging her harshly.

Panic. Again.

“I mean—of course you read books—stupid, forget I said that.”

“No, no, it’s a fair question,” you comfort her. “I actually don’t read a lot of books.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s mostly series and movies I watch. I use my previous knowledge about literature from books to write.”

“I see, well, what shows do you watch?”

“Korean and Japanese dramas? They have nice stories, it’s a good form of inspiration.”

“Yeah, I watch those too,” Moka says happily. Finally, she found a topic they had in common. Now all she had to do was come up with more questions to keep the conversation going.

Quickly, she had to remember what the video said. What was it again? First one was… maintain eye contact! Right. Thinking about it she already failed that first point. She must have looked your eyes probably two times in the twenty minutes you have been here.

Moka stared at you. Yeah, that was too awkward. Fuck that.

Just keep the questions going.

“What’s your favorite drama?” Moka asks, straightening her back to show how relaxed she was.

You look up at the ceiling to think about it. “Uhm,” you hummed. “I don’t know, really. I really liked When life gives you tangerines, you know that one?”

“Oh! I do!” Moka exclaims and smiles brightly. “The one with IU, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s pretty funny and quite romantic.”

“I really like the male character; he loves her a lot.”

“I thought he was kinda dumb at first. She was clearly not into him.”

“But then she did love him after all right?”

“Yeah at the end but he didn’t know that.”

“Yeah I remember that scene where they got drunk it was so funny and then when they went to the hotel they couldn’t resist and had sex. Imagine, it must have been their first time and it was so fun. I would do the same if a boy loved me so much. How couldn’t I? It was so cute and that’s how they got their kid too! They must have had so much sex haha.”

“...”

“Yeaaaahhh,” you started. “Definitely.”

There you go Moka, you ruined it.

“Well it did show that they were young and inexperienced,” you start. You could feel the awkwardness in the air and tried your best not to embarrass her, although she had every reason to be.

“They loved each other and didn’t have a proper way to show it before,” you continue. “It just happened.”

“Right, right,” Moka says.

“IU is a really good actress, isn’t she?”

“She really is, I admire a lot.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, she worked very hard and earned everything,” Moka says. “And she’s good at everything she does.”

“That’s true,” you laugh. “All the dramas she did were very successful.”

“What was the other one… uhh… Hotel Del Luna!” Moka says. “Did you see it?”

“I did, I did.”

“You liked it?”

“Very much. It was really fun, especially the thing between the protagonist and Man-wol.”

“The protagonist? You can’t remember his name, do you?”

“Yeah, I can’t,” you laugh.

“Wait,” Moka says suddenly. “Did it inspire one of your stories?”

Although it was the reason you guys knew each other, you didn’t really want to talk about it. “I don’t remember.”

“The story you wrote with Sana.”

“I think so.”

“I loved it!”

“Oh, thank you,” you reply.

“I really like how you wrote their conflict and banter.”

You keep nodding, looking away, hoping she changes the topic.

“Especially the tension between them that keeps softening.”

“Talking about that, what did you think about Man-wol’s—”

She starts oversharing without realizing it: “I actually… uh… read your fic three times. In one night. I mean, not because I’m obsessed or anything—okay I am, but not in a weird way! Wait, that is weird—uh, forget I said that.”

She tries to change the subject but it backfires: “So, uh… what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever written? …Oh my god, why did I say that? Ignore me.”

“It’s okay…” you barely say. It is not okay.

Moka what are you doing??? Fix it. Fix it. Fix it. Say something normal.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “Uhm, writers ask each other that, right? Like, professionally.”

You don’t reply and keep quiet. You glance toward the door, it’s time to leave. This girl is weird.

Her stomach drops.

You shift slightly on the bed. “Maybe I should…”

“No!” Moka says, quick and sharp.

“I—I mean,” she scrambles. “W—wanna watch a movie?”

You hesitate, you’re almost standing up. Moka panics and grabs your sleeve. You react instinctively and get up from the bed.

“No, you can’t go yet! I mean… stay! Please stay. We haven’t even… um… finished our tea… I mean what’s left of it… I’ll make more! No, don’t get up, sit!”

Moka is awkwardly clinging into you. “Wait! Don’t go, I can… show you something! Not like… weird something. Unless… you want weird. Do you want weird?!”

You take another step back but she’s still holding onto your sleeve.

“I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. I just… I like you. And I… I want to… do stuff with you. Like… not just studying. Freaky stuff.”

Moka goes fully red. “Ugh, I sound insane, don’t I?”

“No, you…”

“You hate me, right?”

“What?! No, I don’t hate you,” you say. “It was just really sudden. I think you’re nervous? I’m a bit nervous as well.”

“Is it something I did?”

“Maybe it’s just us, we’re a bit different and maybe we don’t vibe…”

“No please don’t say that,” Moka half yells at you. “I’ll do anything. Please stay. Let me apologize to you, I’ll… I’ll suck your cock!”

“What?”

“I’ll do it for real!” Moka says. “Just don’t go.”

Just as she says that Moka gets on her knees. You didn’t expect it, but she looks really sexy. You can peek at the shape of her ass and how small her waist is. Not to mention the crazy arch on her back right now and the look in her eyes.

You can feel yourself get hard in your pants. You can’t refuse her.

Moka doesn’t need an answer and puts her face right in your groin. Her hands come up to sloppily get your pants off and free your cock. She stops at your underwear. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are fixed on the bulge in front of her.

You can feel her nose touch you, and you slightly pull back. Moka is sniffing your bulge. Her nose is buried in your boxers, inhaling deeply your scent. She begins to nuzzle into you, her nose rubbing clumsily against your shape.

To think she was such a proper and nice student. Right now, she was acting more like a hungry animal, huffing and puffing hot breath into your boxers. Moka is already moaning and she still hasn’t seen your cock yet.

“Boy smell,” she whimpers. “It’s making me crazy.”

Moka looks up at you, pressing her cheek against your cock while maintaining eye contact. You can clearly see your penis getting harder and growing against her face, and there’s nothing you can do. She’s giggling and chuckling, pleased with your reaction.

“I love your smell,” she says. “It’s so manly. It’s so strong, it’s like… pheromones.” Moka giggles and sniffs you again. When she decides that she wants to do more, she takes a deep breath and pulls your underwear down.

Your cock springs open and nudges her nose. Moka pulls back with surprise and starts smiling widely at the sight.

“Your cock, finally…” she starts. “It looks so pretty up close.”

Her thin, delicate fingers wrap your cock from both sides, and she starts stroking you. Her eyes don’t leave your cockhead for even one second. They’re wide and glistening with wonder.

“It’s the first time I've seen a penis for real,” she says. She pronounces the word in a certain manner, giving a certain stress on the ‘p’.

Moka pulls out her tongue and drags it across the underside of your cock. She stops at the head where she takes it tentatively in her lips with a small kiss, just to feel your shape, and pulls back. Her mouth is watering uncontrollably and a drop of saliva leaves the corner of her lips, drooling down to her chin.

Moka opened her mouth wide and took you completely inside her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your head while her cheeks hollow out to suck you inside of her. Her eyes are closed as she focuses on slowly bobbing her head to properly service your cock.

Her blowjob is sloppy but it’s not amateurish. “Have you done this before?” you ask her.

Moka hums and steps back, letting her hands take the place of her mouth and stroke your wet cock. She smiles and giggles.

“You know,” she murmurs, “I’ve practiced it before. I have plenty of toys…”

Just as she said that, she went back to your cock. This time, she gripped the base of your cock with just one hand and took you in deeper, moving her head forward and back. Her suction was constant. She used her tongue to stroke your frenulum, get in the grooves under the head.

“It feels so good, Moka,” you say and adrenaline shoots through her. Your validation gives her the confidence she needs to give you everything she has.

“Please,” she huffs, “please put your hands on my head.”

You oblige and hold her head in place while stroking her hair with your thumbs. Moka gripped your thighs and lowered her jaw, sliding your penis violently to the back of her throat.

The impact made her choke, and she had to take a moment to calm down her gag reflex. Some tears rolled down her cheeks, and her nose wrinkled at the pain.

“Are you okay, Moka?” you said worryingly.

“I’m okay!” she replies. “Let me try again.”

Moka brushed her hair back and relaxed her throat. She pulled her tongue out and let you slide back inside her mouth. Your cock easily reached the back, and she held you there. You could feel the muscles of her throat constricting around you, squeezing and massaging your penis.

She was whimpering and tried as hard as possible to deepthroat you for longer, but she hadn’t practiced long enough.

Moka pulls out, and a large amount of thick spit flows down her mouth.

She’s laughing. “It’s harder than I thought.”

“Moka, that was… crazy,” you tell her. “Don’t need to do it again tho.”

“Okay,” she hums and starts sucking the head of your cock.

Her hand is pumping your cock while she sucks you.

It doesn’t take much longer until you have to tap her head. “I’m going to cum, Moka.”

“Please, cum in my mouth,” she begs, while her hand strokes you faster and faster. “I want to taste it.”

Moka pulls her tongue out and opens her mouth wide. She guides the tip right on it and you came. She could feel the warm load shooting to the roof of her mouth, splashing against her tongue and teeth. Some of it missed her target, splattering across her cheek, but it amused her more than anything.

When you were done, she flicked her tongue to collect the last bead of semen from your cock and swirled around the white liquid in her mouth. She played with it for a second before closing her eyes and gulping it down. Moka opened her mouth again, showing you how she swallowed it all.

“Shit, you didn’t have to do that, Moka,” you tell her

“Why? I like it,” she says. “You also wrote about it a lot, haven’t you?”

“I guess I did…”

“Don’t worry, you taste really really good.”

“That’s good to know…”

“Will you stay now?” Moka asks with her puppy eyes. “Please don’t leave.”

“No, no, I will stay,” you say. Of course, you would. Who else would leave after a pretty girl devoured their cock?

“Really?! Thank you!” Moka screams and jumps up.

She runs to her desk and opens her drawer to find something. You shouldn’t be surprised by know, you knew already what she was like but you were still shocked when she turned around. In her hands, she was holding some handcuffs.

At this point, you’re regretting what you had just told her. You have to leave. You really should but you can’t. Your pants are at your ankles and it would take too long to pull them back up. If you did try to run out with your cock out, you would stumble with your lowered pants and fall.

There was nothing you could do and as you were thinking about it one cuff was already locked on your wrist. Moka jumped on the bed and pulled you to the mattress. Everything happens too quickly. She locks your right wrist on the bedpost and before you know it, she pulls out a second pair of handcuffs and locks your other wrist as well.

You’re now lying on the bed with your arms spread out and locked onto the bed.

Moka is breathing like a wild animal. Her chest rapidly moves up and down and she’s literally drooling.

“I just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave,” she says. “I’ve, um… read a lot. Like… a lot a lot. And I… kind of… want to try it all. With you. Is that too much? That’s too much, isn’t it?!”

Moka laughs and takes her shirt off. “I’m sure you’ll understand.”

You do. Your eyes are darting up and down between her small waist and her petite breats. Moka’s body is incredible. It’s slim and yet has incredibly erotic curves.

Next she removes her pants, revealing her drenched panties. There’s a visibly dark wet spot between her legs, glistening under the room light. Moka quickly takes them off as well, letting a string of her juices follow them down. She was literally dripping wet.

“I want you inside of me,” Moka mumbles. “I can’t think of anything else.” She climbs on the bed and moves towards you on her knees.

She stopped on top of your cock, with her shins pressing down on your thighs. There were drops of her juice falling down to your crotch.

“Wait, Moka, protection,” you say. You instinctively move but the handcuffs are holding you back.

“There’s no time for that,” she says.

Moka stretches her pussy open, letting you see the wetness that was inside of her. Then she lowers herself. Your penis stretches her open, and she starts moaning. You grit your teeth. Moka is incredibly tight, and you could already feel yourself almost cumming.

Her spin arches as she pushes you deeper into her. She stays there for a moment, letting her pussy clench and spasm around you.

Moka doesn’t take it slow. As soon as her body accommodates you, she starts riding you fast and hard. You’re watching her small breasts bounce, seeing her face as she bites her lip in concentration, and you can’t believe this is actually happening.

The pleasure was intense. Her tightness was excruciating; if it wasn’t for how wet she was, you wouldn’t be able to move inside of her at all.

Moka can see you struggle with your handcuffs. You had nothing to hold on to. The only way for you to handle the pleasure was to grit your teeth, which was becoming painful at this point. You wanted to grab her. You wanted to feel her body.

“You want me to free you?” Moka says between her moans.

“Yes!” you say.

“Okay, wait,” she mumbles and reluctantly stops riding you. She moves and grabs the key from the table and frees your hands.

As soon as you are free, you grab and push her down to the bed. Moka yelps but she loves it. With her ass up and her back arched, you get a firm grip of her waist and push your penis deep inside her.

Moka screams at the sudden force and moans nonstop as you fuck her roughly. You hammer into her, your balls slapping against her soaked pussy with every thrust.

From behind you can see her unbelievable grip. Her lips were clenching on your cock, stretching out as you left her pussy, not wanting to let you go.

“Please please please please,” Moka sobs. She’s lost in the pleasure. “Slap my ass, please!”

You don’t need her to repeat it. Your palm meets the flesh of her ass hard. The sting is sudden, and Moka screams with joy. You slap her again and again until her cheeks become red.

“You like that, slut?”

“Yes, yes, I love it!” Moka screams. “Oh god, yes right there!”

Moka is creaming all over your cock. The mix of your precum and her juice, thanks to the movement of your sex, was frothing a thick white cream, slowly creeping out of her pussy.

Her body was so delicate and feminine. Her whole body shook with every thrust, her legs trembling as you pounded into her. You want to break her, but her slender body took every blow and made her pussy squeeze you tight. If anything, she was breaking you. Your glutes are burning, but you can’t give up.

Not much longer, you’re both incredibly close. You’re pistoning into her harder and harder.

“I’m going to cum!” she yells.

You’re going to cum as well. You want to bury your dick inside of her and pump her uterus full of cum but a second before you blow, something flashes in your mind. The responsibility of a kid, having to drop college, working at a supermarket… you pull out.

You groan as you cum all over her back. Moka rolls her eyes back into her skull and screams as her pussy violently sprays a stream of squirt on the bed. Her body shakes violently as more streams of liquid leave her pussy, drenching everything.

After her orgasm is over, Moka collapses on the bed. She can’t of anything anymore, her mind is completely blank. You pass out next to her.

It takes her a couple of minutes to come back into the real world when she notices the warmth of her back.

“You came on my back?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you answer weakly.

“What a waste.”

“I didn’t want to get you pregnant.”

“I’ll start taking the pill,” Moka says. “So you can cum inside of me all you want.”

You listen quietly to her words, astonished at how erotic they sound, but more than that, you think about the implication—that there will be a next time. If that’s how amazing she is, you might consider it. It was Moka after all.

“Sorry, I’m kinda awkward, and I’m not used to this stuff…” Moka starts, crouching next to you. There’s a tenderness in her words that you had almost forgotten during the previous session. “I hope you’ll take care of me,” she says sheepishly, “and there’s a lot more stuff we have to try.”

You gulp. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Hey, what do you think about this?”

“No, Moka, I’m not fucking you in a M&M suit.”

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