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The mall was practically abandoned.
Tarps covered storefronts, escalators were fenced off like they had been the sight of some crime scene, and the renovation noise from upstairs made it sound like someone was enacting revenge on some poor passers-by.
Most stores were closed, but not Hot Topic.
Inside Hot Topic, the only thing louder than Breaking Benjamin playing overhead was the mounting sexual tension between Momo and Okarun.
Momo—goth chick, agent of chaos, sweet when needed, teasing and devilish —was perched on the counter, flipping through this goth encyclopedia featuring obscure band logos, weird fun facts and other miscellaneous stuff. She hated it, this shit obviously came from corporate. The people that never had seen a black eyeliner, let alone listened to proper music.
She wore a torn fishnet top over a black bra, a plaid miniskirt, thigh-high socks, and just enough eyeliner to make it seem like you gazed into an abyss. Her legs swung lazily, black boots thudding against the display case.
Across from her, Okarun—very much emo, chronic overthinker, protective and shy—sorted Funko Pops for the sixth time that day. This shift had been absolutely boring. There had been one customer and he had asked why Uniqlo wasn’t open yet.
His snakebite piercings glinted every time he nervously licked his lips (something Momo noted with great interest), and whenever he yawned or stretched, Momo eyed his exposed stomach eagerly.
They'd been working together for almost three months, and it had started innocently enough. Shared playlists. Roasting customers. Swapping horror movie quotes. But somewhere between laughing over cursed Twilight merch and "accidentally" leaning on each other too long during restocks, things shifted. The air changed. The jokes got filthier. And the silences stretched long and heavy, fearing any moment now things would snap.
Momo was used to getting what she wanted. She just hadn't figured out if Okarun would let her take it, or make her earn it.
"Truth or dare," she said suddenly, tossing the sticker book aside.
He looked up. "No."
"I wasn't asking," she said sweetly.
He sighed. "You are a menace."
"And you're dying to know what I'd ask."
He folded his arms. "Fine. Truth."
Momo's eyes glinted. "Do you think I'm hot?"
He looked away. "Yes."
She grinned. "Told you you were dying to play."
Okarun just sighed and sat down on the old plush display pillows, the store quiet except for distant hammering and Pierre Bouvier's voice bleeding from the speakers.
"Truth or dare?" Momo asked.
He looked at her, realised that it was his turn, but decided against it.
"Truth," he muttered.
"When did you first start thinking about me like that?"
He blinked. "Like what?"
She smirked. "You know what."
He shifted uncomfortably. "You wore that red corset on Halloween. That was probably the start."
"That was like..what? Three weeks? Longer than I expected."
"Yeah well."
She tilted her head. "Truth or dare?"
He exhaled. "Is it ever my turn?” He sighed. “Fine, dare."
"Wear the fishnet gloves from the clearance rack until the end of your shift."
He snorted. "You're evil."
"You're cute in lace. Deal with it."
He tugged them on, glancing at her with mock resentment, and just a hint of arousal.
He retaliated. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever flirted with a customer just to make me jealous?"
She laughed. "Oh yeah. Remember that cutie with the Simple Plan hoodie. I winked at him and touched his arm only to see you ball your fists."
"I did not.."
"You definitely did. I thought you were gonna fight him for me."
"You're a nightmare."
"Your nightmare," she whispered, leaning close.
Okarun swallowed. "Truth or dare?"
She smiled. "Truth."
"What's your porn search history look like?"
She raised a brow. "Public stuff. Tattoos. Rough hands. Emo boys with snakebites."
His breath caught.
She added, "Sometimes I type in ‘workplace quickie.'"
He blinked rapidly. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Take off your bra."
She didn't even blink. "Turn around."
He turned. A soft thud as her bra hit the floor.
"Done," she said.
He turned slowly.
The mesh top left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were hard, visible, and his restraint snapped.
"Truth or dare?" she asked.
"Truth."
"Have you ever masturbated to the thought of me?"
Only one heartbeat.
"Yes."
She blinked. "How often?"
"Every time I've gone home after a shift."
Momo looked shocked, and smirked. This was easier than she expected.
"Truth or dare?" he asked.
"Truth."
"What's the dirtiest thing you've imagined doing with me?"
She leaned in close. "You on your knees, choking on my thighs while I ride your face in the stockroom."
Something inside him snapped. He looked at her with wild eyes.
Momo stood up, walked toward the stockroom, and opened the door. She didn’t look back.
Okarun waited for a few heartbeats, and then followed.
Okarun dropped to his knees behind her, hands gripping her thighs through her socks, sliding upward to the hem of her skirt.
"You really want this?"
She reached back, grabbing a handful of his hair. "You're gonna beg me to let you make me cum."
He groaned, low.
Then he peeled down her panties.
She leaned forward against the metal shelf as his mouth found her sweet spot. Warm, eager, his tongue flicking along her folds. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider. Momo gasped as he sucked on her clit, lips and tongue moving in maddening circles.
"You've—" she gasped, "done this before?"
"Mmhmm," he hummed into her. His touch and humming sent shivers up her spine.
She bit her fingers, her thighs trembling. "Fuck, Okarun—don't stop—"
He licked her like a man possessed, determined to make her completely undone. Her hips bucked when he added two fingers, curling just right. That, combined with the unrelenting pressure of his mouth—
"I’m gonna—"
She came hard, legs shaking, breath stolen.
Okarun stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, flushed and smug.
He wanted to say something, but Momo turned around, pulled him in by his belt, and kissed him. She could taste herself on his tongue. His previous partner seemed to hate this, Momo revelled in it. She undid his jeans, and his cock sprang free.
Hard, leaking, ready.
“Condom?” he asked between kisses.
“No.”
His eyes locked on hers. “Momo.”
She slid a hand down, wrapping around him, stroking slowly. “We’re getting Plan B in the morning. Right now, I want you to ruin me.”
That broke him.
He lifted her up onto the shelf and gently positioned his cock against her entrance. Then he thrust into her in one motion.
She gasped. Full, stretched, utterly taken.
He held her thighs, rocked into her hard. The shelf creaked with each stroke. She clawed his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, met every thrust with filthy little cries.
Her legs locked around him.
"Harder," she moaned. "Make me feel it tomorrow."
He did. He fucked her deep and rough until she came again, clenching around him.
“Momo?” He moaned.
“Cum in me..”
And then he lost it—
He pressed her hard against the shelf, his movements growing erratic, almost desperate. His breath caught, jaw clenched as he plunged deep and held there, pulsing.
Hot, thick release flooded her. She gasped, feeling it fill her— really fill her.
It was reckless. Raw. Deliciously dangerous, but so fucking good.
She clenched around him again, savoring the heat, the way it dripped slowly inside her as he slowly softened but didn’t pull out.
“Fuck,” she whispered, forehead against his. “That was so fucking hot, like what the hell...”
He nodded, still inside her, still breathless. “You’re going to be the end of me, Momo.”
She smirked. “Only if you stop fucking me.”