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There were lots of reasons people went to parties. If she felt like asking around, Kohaku could easily find out. There were enough people at the party she had so foolishly decided to attend to fill an average-sized thunder-dome and then some. But even if she felt like doing so, there was no point now, being stuck in a closet with Mozu and all.
Mozu was an interesting person. There were several reasons for this, one of them being that Kohaku could not for the life of her figure out why she fucking kissed him in some dusty ass storage closet in somebody's house. Another was because there was no real solid reason for her to not break down the door and sprint away like an antelope fleeing from a hungry lion on the African Savannah and yet there she was, still in a storage closet with Mozu. It wasn't like she wore heels, after all. And she had been on the track team in high school for a year before she quit, but the only reason she quit was so she could join the judo team instead.
"Hm." Mozu wasn't the thoughtful, introspective type. Or if he was, he was damn good at hiding it. "That lip gloss tastes familiar." Kohaku wasn't really a lip gloss kind of person, but Amaryllis gave a tube of cherry vanilla lip gloss to Kohaku as a gift and Kohaku couldn't turn down a gift from her best friend, and since she felt kind of guilty about not using it, Kohaku decided to put some on when she got invited to party one of Senku's friends was having. "Guess that's why your lips felt so soft."
Kohaku swallowed down some kind of emotion she either couldn't or didn't want to name-the distinction between the two was fuzzy at best. Mozu was just so...so...
For a moment, Kohaku approached a state of mind dangerously close to pondering. This was all the result of some stupid game of truth or dare. Really, what kind of 20-somethings played truth or dare? Apparently Kohaku and her friends. Well, the game had been Chrome's idea, but everyone else went along with it, and that was how Kohaku wound up in a storage closet making out with Mozu. No, that's not right. It was true that the game was Chrome's idea, but Kohaku didn't have to kiss Mozu when Ginrou dared her to go into the storage closet with the person she was most annoyed at for 10 minutes, and she certainly didn't have to let him grab her ass while she was doing it either. Part of being an adult was taking responsibility for one's actions and decisions, but even so, Kohaku couldn't help but think adulthood wasn't all it was cracked up to be sometimes.
"Like you were even paying attention." Kohaku had been the first one to smash her lips against his when he was running his mouth like he always did, sure, but Mozu wasted no time shoving his tongue in her mouth, hard enough that their teeth clicked at first, and when she finally pulled away from him, her lip gloss was all but ruined. "If you shoved your tongue in my mouth any faster, I could have bitten part of it off."
Nobody expected Mozu to be anything but eager when a pretty girl hit on him, but Kohaku hadn't been at all prepared for him to return the kiss so enthusiastically-though, to be fair, she could chalk some of that up to him grabbing her ass and giving it a squeeze the moment their lips met. He was also, well, what was the word...
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"It's not fair!" Kohaku had been on the track team for all of her first year of high school, outperforming everyone else on the team with ease, but one day when she was walking to the locker room to change back into her regular clothes, she saw someone slinking out of a room, a despondent, forlorn look on their face. "I've never lost a fight yet, how'd I get beat by a God damn transfer student?" Such incidents were not otherwise notable, except for the fact that the person slinking out of the room was the last person on Earth Kohaku would expect to do any kind of slinking ever: Magma, one of the most annoying jocks on the wrestling team, about 6 feet and 250 lbs. of pure muscle. In a decision borne entirely out of rash, arrogant impulse, Magma decided to try out for the Judo team, and in doing so, got thrown clear across the room by Mozu, a transfer student who held the dubious distinction of being one of the few people who could outclass Magma in terms of sheer brute arrogance and deranged, unsportsman-like behavior.
Kohaku was a girl of many talents, but as useful as those talents were, none of them included showing caution or patience. Due to a severe lack of both, Kohaku decided to go right on ahead and join the Judo team, curious to find out what kind of deranged motherfucker could beat Magma of all people. And oh, what an experience it was.
"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to stare?" Like Magma, Kohaku got beaten by Mozu too, but Mozu allowed her to get up and walk away without further physical damage, and when Kohaku was half-way out of the room after their match, she noticed she felt his eyes glued on to her.
"It's like staring at the sun." Mozu replied, a smug grin on his face. "It's too risky to look at it close, you gotta get a sense of it and then you look away." It was, without a doubt, one of the dumbest things a man had ever told her before in her entire life. And even more unfortunately for Kohaku, she had a terrible weakness for intelligent women with beauty and brains and men who were absolute blithering morons.
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Things had then taken an abrupt turn from a low simmer to a rolling boil, and now, several years later, Kohaku found herself in a storage closet with Mozu at some stupid party she didn't even want to go to but just went because Senku, Suika, and a few of her other friends were gonna be there, and if that meant dealing with Mozu, then that was just how it was gonna be.
Kohaku didn't expect a lot of things to happen. She didn't expect to kiss Mozu in a storage closet in a stranger's house. She certainly didn't expect him to kiss her back, this time without smashing his mouth against hers so hard their teeth banged together. It was almost normal, such a strange thing, coming from Mozu. But then, what was he if not strange? Kohaku found herself returning the kiss, hands wandering around, heart racing like she had just run a marathon (she had run three in total in her life, and she had gotten first place each time.)
Despite what one might guess based on appearances, Mozu's lips were soft, a contrast to the rough, aggressive way in which he held her, pulling her close before he let his hands wander up her shirt, snaking up her back until he could find her bra strap, a look of instant recognition apparent in his eyes when he found it-Kohaku had her eyes open for longer than he did, and she noticed the moment his opened again, the same moment she felt his fingers brush against the material.
"What're you doing? They're still out there-" Kohaku grabbed his other hand when he tried to take her bra off.
Mozu huffed, showing no sign of concern. "Like they'd give a shit, half of them were just sitting there checking their phones, they're not gonna come looking for us."
What he said wasn't wrong-there had been a decent amount of phone-scrolling after the first few truths and dares, and a few people even got up and left mid-game, presumably to do things similar to what Kohaku and Mozu were doing themselves. "Just wait a minute."
Fine-Mozu held off a second, biting back the urge to pin her down and rip off her clothes, both of them not breathing so much as a word until it had been silent for several seconds.
"They really do have a short attention span." Mozu remarked, un-hooking Kohaku's bra and tossing it on the floor after he pulled her close again and she didn't make an attempt to move away or shove him in the face.
"Guess so." Kohaku couldn't blame them-truth or dare was a boring game. Well, kind of boring. It did lead to her winding up in a storage closet with Mozu, one of his hand up her shirt and the other in her shorts. He was an annoying motherfucker, it was true, just like the sky was blue and the sun rose every day and people breathed oxygen, but he did have his share of assets worth appreciating. Like long, dark hair, a handsome face, strong arms, defined abs..the list was rather too long to be fair, in her opinion, the universe being so cold and uncaring as to give a man like him such an impressive list of physical traits. Cold and cruel indeed.
One thing wasn't cold, though, and that was the storage closet-Kohaku found herself growing quite impatient, with the way Mozu grabbed her breasts and slipped his fingers under her panties to tease her, and she not only pushed him away to throw off her own clothes, she pushed him down on the floor, his shirt sliding up in the process, at which point she figured it more wise and less frustrating to simply pull it over his head. He was no gentleman, but he allowed her to take his shirt off, he was even helpful enough to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, getting them (and his underwear,) out of the way in plenty of time to flip her on her back, rolling her over on her stomach little more than a moment or two later. It was almost too much, the feeling of his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin on her neck, Kohaku trying her best to keep her voice down as he left a trail of hickies up and down her neck, making his way along her collar bone and even leaving a few near her shoulder, his rock-hard boner pressing against the supple curves of her ass, the feeling causing her throat to dry up and any words she might have said to leave her brain before they could travel to her mouth.
"Damn, you're fucking wet" Kohaku hissed in a combination of shock, confusion, and dizzying arousal when Mozu lined up the tip of his cock to her pussy, rubbing it along the folds there for a little while just because it was fun to watch her squirm around, wondering what kind of reaction he could get out of her. "You can be honest with me, how long you been waiting for this?"
"Like I would bother waiting." Kohaku didn't like to give him the satisfaction of being right-Lord knows his ego was out of control-but lying didn't feel like something she could do convincingly enough to get him to leave well enough alone. "Just hurry up already."
There were lots of things she could chalk it up to. Hormones, stress, boredom, maybe even the weather. If there were other factors at play, she was either unwilling or incapable of understanding (and processing) them for what they were. Act first, think later. That was how Kohaku went through life, and Mozu was the same damn way, loud, boisterous, and in your face, all impulse and spontaneity. Restraint and patience were neglected, and it was that sort of neglect that made things get hot and steamy. In that case, Kohaku figured, almost sighing in relief when Mozu finally decided to stop toying with her and just get on with it, maybe there was some kind of fate or coincidence that drew them together, a chain of events leading to what Kohaku was sure was going to be one of the most memorable nights of her life.
"Ah, fuck, you really are tight." Mozu hissed. Kohaku fit around him like a glove, he figured she would be good but not this good. Where the hell did they make girls like her, and where could he go to find more of them? Truly, some questions were for the philosophers, and it was a damn shame Mozu never had the willpower to pay attention during philosophy class in high school. "You're really something else, Kohaku-chan."
Kohaku hated nicknames, though it wasn't really a nickname, not in the most technical sense. Mozu was well known for his habit of giving everyone stupid nicknames, and the fact that he still addressed her by her name, even if in an annoying way, made her wonder about questions that, as of now, had no answers. "You know-" she breathed out, trying not to moan or scream. "If you just kept your mouth shut more often, you'd make more friends."
Mozu knew damn well what she thought about him-or what she said she did, at least. Kohaku was nothing if not honest, though, so normally, he had no choice but to take her at her word. But tonight, well, tonight was anything but normal. "So you admit it, it's possible."
Dammit-Kohaku huffed, she really wasn't in the mood for this. Just shut up and fuck me you moron. "Is what possible?"
"Us being friends. You like me a little bit, don't you?"
Ugh-Kohaku knew, she could just tell that Mozu had a shit-eating grin on his face right now, even though it was too dark to tell and she wasn't about to waste time turning her head to check even if it wasn't. "It depends."
"On what?"
"If you keep your mouth shut, then yes, I think I can tolerate you-oh, fuck-" Kohaku cursed, biting back a moan as Mozu slammed into her particularly hard, brushing against a certain spot inside her that made her legs weak and the fluttery feeling in her stomach threaten to explode into a cascading wave of bliss, the coiling tension inside her threatening to eat her alive. "ugh-"
"I think I'll take that as a yes." The smug bastard-Kohaku hated what he did with his mouth, but she sure loved what he was doing with the rest of his body. "You don't have to be shy, your secret's safe with me."
The only reason Kohaku wasn't afraid of Mozu blabbing her secrets to anyone else was because Kohaku had no secrets. She never hid anything about herself, at least not anything besides this. To be fair, she had never expected to be fucking Mozu in a storage closet at a party. Not her faut-well, not completely. A matter of semantics, some might say, but Kohaku wasn't in the mood to ponder semantics-or ponder anything else. Right now, the only thing she wanted to focus on was some dick, and not just any dick, but the one inside her throbbing, soaking wet pussy, slamming into her over and over because Mozu was just that good at keeping up that harsh, brutal, steady pace that drove her closer and closer to losing her mind. "Like I'd ask you to worry about me-ah!" He could be a dick sometimes, but he also had some pretty good dick, the kind that left her legs shaking and her head spinning, her vision hazy and unfocused, which wasn't an issue since the room was almost too dark to see anything to begin with.
"I wasn't lying, you know. You really got some fine ass pussy-" Mozu had to stop a moment to breathe, his voice a little unsteady, but that didn't stop him from continuing once he had. "Can't remember if I've ever had any this good, actually-" Mozu never worried about his short-term memory before and as far as he was concerned, now wasn't the time to start stressing about it. "Nah, pretty sure I haven't-I'd remember if I did-ah, fuck-" a few more curses tumbled from his mouth, Kohaku biting back a moan so hard, she bit down on her tongue, spitting out the salty, metallic tang of blood that assaulted her senses, Mozu drilling her without a care in the world. "damn, you're so fucking tight, think I'm gonna come-"
Kohaku yelped when Mozu crawled on top of her, the new angle hitting some very interesting spots inside her in a way she couldn't replicate with her own fingers or a dildo, the feeling making her dizzy, which also served to make her grateful to be lying down so she couldn't fall over. "fuck, you're so-" Kohaku was close, she could feel it, but she didn't want to say anything, afraid it would ruin the moment, afraid Mozu might say something stupid. Stupid fucking idiot-Kohaku cursed herself for even imagining him saying something stupid, it would just ruin the mood, ruin everything-"ah, fuck-shit-" Kohaku felt tears well in her eyes, the repetitive motion of Mozu's hips growing sloppy and unsteady, he was just about to finish, or close to it-Kohaku squeezed her eyes shut, hoping, praying for something she couldn't even name, mumbling something meaningless to push aside the urge to scream. Fuck, it's gonna happen, here it comes. Her last and final thought faded away as a flash of light burst behind her eyes, Mozu exhaling in a long, guttural moan as his orgasm hit him, Kohaku finally allowing herself to cry out, the feeling adding to her own pleasure as the tension that had been building inside of her rapidly faded, each heartbeat causing it to recede further and further away like the tide of the ocean receding from shore. For a few more heartbeats, there was nothing but quiet, just breathing and sweating and a blank space where her vision used to be, the last waves of that invisible pulsing energy slowly fading away little by little, both of them lying there in silence (or, at least, without words,) for a minute or two, maybe a bit more.
"You know, maybe we ought to play truth or dare more often." Mozu remarked after pulling out of Kohaku, too lazy to bother scrambling around in the dark to find his clothes. "Never thought that'd be a sentence that'd leave my mouth, but I think it's worth a shot."
"No comment." Kohaku blindly reached in the dark to grab her panties, then her shorts and shirt, pulling the shirt over her head but stopped before putting the rest of her clothes back on, too hot and sweaty to want to bother at the moment. Were there better uses of her time, besides lying there in a dark, cramped storage closet, hoping and praying nobody would find her in here with Mozu? Sure. Did that mean she felt like doing any of those things? Not at all.
Awkward? Maybe. Ill-advised? Probably. Mozu pulled Kohaku close to give her a kiss, Kohaku allowing herself to wrap her arms around him for a moment to return the gesture when he did the same thing to her. But then, what was life without a few ill-advised decisions, especially at a party she never even wanted to go to in the first place? Kohaku was no philosopher and Mozu was even worse, but Kohaku figured maybe it wouldn't be so terrible to explore the answers with him once in a while.