Chapter Text
The morning sun filtered through Yunah's window blinds, casting a warm glow over the tangled duvet. The room was quiet and a distant, rhythmic clatter and scrapping against a pan in the kitchen wake them up.
Yunah was the first to stir. The sake leaving behind a slight heaviness in her head but a profound, humming warmth in her chest. She shifted, feeling Moka’s skin against her own. Memory of the night before, the heat, the frantic whispers, and the desperate need for silence, came rushing back, making her smile against the back of the girl she loves.
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at Moka. She looked soft in sleep, her hair a dark mess across the white linen. Yunah leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Moka’s forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips.
"Moka-ya, wake up. I think they starting a brunch outside"
Yunah whispered, her voice husky and sweet. She looked at the clock on the table, its 10.15 already. Moka let out a low, protesting groan, burying her face deeper into Yunah's shoulder. As she tried to stretch, a sharp, blooming ache radiated from her hips. It wasn't a painful soreness, it was heavy and "delicious," a deep-tissue throb that made her feel grounded and cherished.
"Mmhh.. i cant move... your fault.."
Her voice thick with sleep. Yunah let out a soft, triumphant chuckle, kissing the corner of Moka’s pouting mouth.
"My fault? Someone asked deeper and dont want to stop last night"
Moka finally opened her eyes, her face flushing as she remembered her own frantic whispers from the night. She looked at Yunah, radiant, messy-haired, and looking entirely refreshed meanwhile she felt like someone just hit her with a truck.
"If I walk into the kitchen limping, they're going to start the commentary again,"
Moka whispered, though she finally started to sit up, leaning heavily on Yunah for support.
"You’re too tense, Moka-ya. All that 'managing' has made your body stiff."
"It’s not the managing, it’s the... the way you were moving, i can barely stand"
Moka countered, her face heating up as she looked away. Yunah didn't argue. Instead, she slid back to the duvet. She settled onto her back, her head resting near the center of the bedding, and looked up at Moka with a dark, steady gaze.
"I can help with that. The soreness... it needs to be worked out. Come sit on my face, Moka ya. Let me take care of it before we join them."
The clatter of brunch preparations was louder now. The sound of plates being set and Iroha and Wonhee muffled laughter in the kitchen. The risk was immense, but the heavy, delicious ache between her legs was demanding attention.
"N-No... everyone is awake..."
Moka stammered in a frantic whisper, even as she began to move.
"They're in the kitchen,"
Yunah reminded her, her hands reaching up to grip Moka’s waist, guiding her.
"Just be as quiet as you were last night. Be a good girl and follow my instructions."
Moka surrendered, slowly framming her legs between Yunah’s face. The contact of Yunah’s warm breath against her sensitive core making her knees weak. As her tongue began a slow, rhythmic massage, Moka felt the soreness begin to melt into a different kind of heat. She leaned forward, her hands pressing on the headboard, her head falling back as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
"Aa... there..."
Moka whimpered as the tension in her hips finally began to snap. She was trapped between the fear of being caught and the overwhelming physical relief Yunah was providing. Every flick of her tongue seemed to target the exact center of the ache, turning the "soreness" into a pulsing that made Moka’s entire body tremble.
Just as Moka felt her hips begin to stutter, her body feeling that familiar soaring release, Yunah's hands clamped down on her waist firmly, her long fingers gripped her waist down. She didn't let Moka lift away, instead, she pulled her down harder, forcing the contact to stay heavy.
"Not yet,"
Yunah murmured against her skin, the vibration of her voice sending a fresh jolt through Moka’s sensitive core.
"You’re still too tense, Moka ya. You need to feel every bit of this."
Yunah slowed her pace to an agonizing, deliberate crawl. Each swirl of her tongue was broad and heavy, targeting the deep-seated ache in Moka’s hips with clinical, punishing precision.
"Y-Yunah ya"
"Shhh, if you want them to knock on us, be my guest"
Moka’s head thrashed back, her neck arching as she let out muffled moan. The "delicious" soreness from the night before was being transformed into a pulsing heat that felt like it was melting her bones.
"Yunah ya... fuck it feels so good... hurry... hurry up"
"Hurry?"
Yunah's voice was dark and teasing, her grip tightening until Moka’s hips were pinned firmly against her face.
"Moka ya is always in such a rush. We have all day. Stay right here."
Yunah increased the suction, her tongue flicking with a sudden, sharp rhythm that made Moka’s vision go blurry. Moka’s fingers dug into Yunah’s shoulders, her knuckles white. She was shaking now, a fine, uncontrollable tremor that started in her thighs and radiated through her entire body.
The sound of Minju voice calling from the kitchen
"Moka-chan! Yunah ya! Brunch!"
sent a spike of adrenaline through Moka that only served to heighten the sensation.
"A-ah! Yunah ya... im coming..."
Moka sobbed out, her voice a jagged, muffled thread of sound as she finally buckled. She collapsed forward, her face buried in the duvet to stifle the final, shivering cry of release. Yunah held her through the tremors, her hands never letting go of Moka’s hips, anchoring her in the quiet of the morning until the "soreness" was replaced by a heavy, blissful weightlessness.
***
"Why arent they coming out?"
Iroha munching her waffle with maple syrup dripping from her fork.
"They must be awake all night finishing Moka unnie's sake"
Wonhee pouted, she wanted the sake again. Minju looked at the door with a knowing smile she hide behind her coffe mug.
"Let them be, we have a whole day. Why dont we play Mario Kart in my room all day today?"
"The winner get to drink more of Moka unnie's sake??"
Wonhee looked interested and enthusiastic.
"We can ask her later, im sure she wont say no"
"Can i tr-"
"No"
Wonhee and Minju said in unison, Iroha pouted.
"Im serious, i think we should put our headphone while playing to make us more focused in the game"
Minju sipped her coffee to hide her smug.
"What is the other prize?"
"Lunch in our favorite place?"
"Deal"
The maknaes said together and went into their room to get their headphones and to Minju's room. Minju typed something in her phone and smilled while clicked send button.
***
Yunah checked her phone, she cant hold her smile and giggled.
"What is it?"
Moka asked curiously, she's still panting.
"Just Park Minju, now where were we?"
Yunah's voice dropped and alerted in Moka's ears like a danger.
"Wha-what do you mean? I thought we were finished"
"I didn't say you could finish yet, Moka ya,"
Yunah whispered, her voice a low, dangerous vibration against Moka's ear.
"I told you, right? I'll help you with the soreness, my treatment isnt finished yet"
Yunah helpped her to lay on her stomache, as much as she wanted to stop, her body betrayed her. Yunah made sure Moka is in comfortable position, she put a pillow under her stomache and under her head. Moka felt the heat of Yunah's dick pressing against her from behind. When Yunah finally drove inside her in one deep, rhythmic surge, Moka’s entire body jolted that made Moka’s toes curl into the sheet. Moka’s hands scrambled for the edges of the pillow, her knuckles white as she buried her face into muffled moan that tore from her throat.
"Aa! Yunah ya... ngghhh..."
Moka sobbed into the fabric with the intensity of the friction.
"It's ok, you can let your voice out"
Yunah grinned to the sensation, she felt Moka's walls clenching twice harder than last night. Moka shook her head.
"They.. they'll hear us, pabo ya"
"They wont"
Yunah kissed her, slowly moving her hips to adjust themselves.
"They wont, trust me"
"I dont trust you"
Moka huffed on the pillow, Yunah chuckled and kiss her.
"Is it hurt? Am i hurting you?"
"No.. no... please just move it... ngghh"
Yunah didn't wait. She thrusted steady pace, her hands gripping Moka’s waist to pull her back against every thrust. Yunah's breath was coming in sharp hitches against Moka’s damp shoulder. Her hips were moving with a rhythmic depth, each thrust bottoming out with a wet, heavy thud that made the duvet slide across the bed.
"It feels so good, Moka-ya,"
Yunah groaned, her voice a low rasp that vibrated through Moka’s entire nervous system.
"You’re squeezing me so tight... it’s like you’re trying to keep me here forever. I don’t want to leave. I don't ever want to pull out."
She leaned down, her lips grazing Moka’s burning ear as she delivered another deep, deliberate surge.
"Ahh.. ahhh.. Yunah ya.."
"I love you... I love you so much more than I can even say. You’re the only one who can make me lose control like this."
Moka was a shivering wreck beneath her, her fingers digging so hard into the pillow that the fabric began to bunch and tear. The "delicious" soreness had been replaced by an electric tension that made her vision go blurry. Every word Yunah whispered felt like a physical touch, pushing her further over the edge.
"I love you, Yunah ya... please... pleasee.. it's deeper than usual"
Moka’s hips buckled, wordlessly begging for the final, permanent seal of their union. She didn't care about the thin walls anymore, though the others are busy playing Mario Kart in Minju's room with their headset on, she only cared about the heavy, pulsing heat of the woman she loved filling every inch of her.
"Yeah? It's deeper? You like it?"
Yunah smugged and drove herself while faint hitches left her mouth. Yunah leaned over Moka’s back, her chest pressing firmly against Moka’s shoulders as she drove inside her. It was a deep, deliberate surge that bottomed out, staying there for a heartbeat before pulling back just as slowly.
"Feel that, Moka-ya?"
Yunah whispered, her voice a low rasp against the shell of Moka’s ear.
"Do you feel how much i miss you? It missed the way you squeeze it every time I move. It’s like your pussy is trying to memorize me."
Moka’s head thrashed against the pillow, her teeth clamped so hard onto the fabric that her jaw ached. The "delicious" soreness from the night before was being pulled and stretched, turning into a deep, pulsing thrum that vibrated through her entire lower body.
Yunah's hands slid forward, gripping Moka’s wrists and pinning them against the futon, leaving Moka completely arched and vulnerable.
"You’re so tight this morning,"
Yunah murmured, punctuating the sentence with another slow, bottoming thrust.
"Is it because you’re scared Wonhee, Iroha, or Minju will hear? Or is it because you wanted me to fill you up one last time before we join them?"
"Just fuck me ahh... shut up, Noh Yunah..."
Moka whimpered into the pillow, she cant help to feel a slight of her annoyence of Yunah that still have the energy to tease her.
"Speak up, Moka,"
Yunah teased, her pace remaining relentless in its slowness.
"I can't hear you through the pillow. Tell me how much you missed this. Tell me how much you need me to stay inside you."
She turned her head to the side, her eyes blown wide and glassy as she looked toward the door, her face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson.
"Yunah ya.. please give me more..."
Moka sobbed out.
"Dont... dont you dare pulled out... inside... all of it... ahhh"
Yunah finally relented, her pace snapping into a fast, frantic rhythm that sent Moka over the edge. Moka’s hips buckled, her legs locking around Yunah’s as a violent, silent climax tore through her.
"Moka ya... im going to... are you sure..?"
Moka is a moan mess, she cant even formed a word and can only nod her head. Moka felt the sudden, hot surge of Yunah’s release filling her. It's warm inside her. Moka’s hips had turned into a heavy, blissful weight. Yunah didn't pull away. She stayed draped over Moka, her forehead resting against Moka’s shoulder, her breath slowly evening out.
"Moka unnie! Yunah unnie! If you dont want the waffles i'll eat it all"
Both of them froze. Yunah spooning beside her, thought Minju already handle the maknaes.
"Hey, Wonhee ya! Let them sleep! Come here, just because you're failed in the first round, you can just go away"
Minju's voice is like mother hen scolding her runaway chick.
"Yunah ya... shh..."
Moka breathed, the sound so faint it barely stirred the air. She pressed a trembling finger to her own lips, then to Yunah’s.
"Stay silent. She's outside. Didnt you say they wont hear us?"
Moka let out a pout. Instead of pulling away to reach for her clothes, Yunah let out a tiny, huffed breath of a laugh against Moka’s shoulder. She shifted her weight, her hands sliding back down to Moka’s hips. With a wicked, sleepy smile, Yunah didn't pull out. Instead, she gave a slow thrust, her hips rolling with a deliberate, rhythmic friction that caught Moka completely off guard.
"N-ngh...!"
Moka’s eyes rolled back, her hands flying to her mouth to catch the jagged moan that threatened to pierce the thin paper door. Her lips brushing Moka’s damp ear.
"You're so worried,"
Yunah whispered, her voice a low, gravelly tease.
"But you’re still so warm. My dick doesn't want to leave yet. It wants to play a little longer."
She moved again, a shallow, teasing slide that made Moka’s toes curl.
"Noh Yunah you... ahh... i hate you"
Moka whimpered into the pillow, physical overwhelming of it.
"Fine! Stay in there and starve! I confiscate your sake"
As the footsteps finally receded down the hallway, Yunah stopped her thrust.
"Moka-ya..."
Yunah whispered, her voice honey-thick and husky. She pressed a tender, lingering kiss to the nape of Moka’s neck.
"I’m sorry. I really didn't mean to make you so weak this morning. I teased you too much, didnt i?"
Yunah began to shift, her muscles tensing as she prepared to pull herself away and finally give Moka some relief. But as she started to move, Moka’s body had a different idea. Her walls clenched around Yunah with a sudden physical plea to stay. Moka’s face was buried in the pillow, her ears a bright, burning crimson. She grabbed Yunah's hand behind her.
"W-Wait..."
Moka whimpered, an embarrassed thread. Yunah froze, her breath hitching.
"Moka? I thought you were worried about they might hear us"
Moka turned her head just enough to look at Yunah through her messy bangs, her eyes glassy and dark with a lingering, sake-fueled hunger.
"Shut up, pabo... it's your fault.. you keep making me want it... how am i supposed to stop when you do that?"
She nagged, her voice shaking. Moka’s hips gave a small, involuntary hitch, pulling Yunah back in.
"One more... only this once..."
Yunah’s eyes darkened, any trace of her earlier "apology" vanishing in an instant. She hadn't expected the shy Moka to be the one to ask for more.
"If that's what you want, i suppose i have to follow your instructions"
Yunah rasped, her hands sliding back down to grip Moka’s hips with renewed, bruising force. She didn't pull out. Instead, she drove back in with a sudden, deep surge that made Moka’s muffled moan disappear into the bedding. The rhythm started again, slower this time, more possessive.
"Aahh... its your fault... if... if they really hear us, its your fault... ngghh..."
She let out a low, husky chuckle that vibrated right through Moka’s spine.
"My fault, Moka-ya? I was halfway pulled it out. Who was the one who clenched so tight I couldn't move? Who was the one who asked for 'one more time'?"
Moka couldn't answer. She could only shake her head frantically, her muffled whimpers turning into a long, low whine of surrender. Yunah's hands slid forward, interlacing her fingers with Moka’s and pinning them against the futon, leaving Moka completely arched and vulnerable under her weight.
"Tell me, is it my fault that you’re shaking like this? Is it my fault that you’re so loud even when you’re trying to be a good girl? Tell me whose fault it is that you’re this desperate."
"It's your fault, Noh Yunah... ahh.. i hate you... ngghh.. but i love this.... no... i love you... so please... ngghh.. keep going"
Moka sobbed out. Yunah’s hand reached down between their bodies, her thumb finding Moka’s swollen, sensitive core and beginning a sharp, rhythmic friction that synchronized perfectly with every deep, heavy thrust. The combination of the internal pressure and the external stimulation was a sensory overload Moka hadn't been prepared for.
"Yunah ya! What... ahh no..!"
Moka whimpered, her face buried so deep in the crook of her neck. Yunah didn't listen. She leaned down, her lips grazing Moka’s burning ear.
"Don't hold it back, Moka ya. I want to feel everything. Show me how much you want this."
As Yunah increased the pressure of her thumb and the depth of her thrusts, Moka felt a sudden, terrifyingly intense build-up. Her back arched violently, her fingers clawing at Yunah's back as her vision went white.
"S-Something... something coming out.. Yunah ya!"
Moka sobbed out in a frantic whishper.
"Moka ya, look at me"
Yunah whispered, her voice a low, honeyed rasp. Moka’s body buckled, a sudden, hot wave of release arching out of her for the first time in her life. She let out a long, high-pitched, muffled cry that she buried in Yunah’s shoulder, her legs locking around Yunah'ss waist in a desperate, shivering clench. She didn't pull away even. She stayed right there. She held Moka through the violent tremors, her own body shuddering as she finally followed Moka over the edge, their shared heat turning the space under the duvet into a literal sanctuary.