alisa haiba (27) owns my heart

“You didn’t post anything,” you can feel her pout as she states the obvious, you know it’s not a complaint.

“I’m just keeping the best for last,” you grin. Momo pinches your side and you jerk up a bit without propelling your girlfriend off your shoulder. “Well, if I can do better than Dahyun’s post, that is.”

Your own words hit you only a second too late, and you don’t register Momo’s interrogative oh as she lifts her head to meet her eyes with yours. “What?” You shriek, fainting ignorance knowing damn well Momo is far from stupid and already sees right through your avoidant look.

“What about Dahyun’s post?” She asks.

“Nothing,” you lie, “I liked it.”

Momo is now fully facing you, one leg propped up on the couch and the arm of the same side against the backrest. She doesn’t say anything, but the moment you shoot a quick glance at her Momo huffs. “Are you jealous babe?” she quips.

You huff back at her, eyes not leaving the screen of your phone anymore, but you don’t say anything.

Maybe it was time for you to admit that it wasn’t jealousy, per say, but something akin to possessiveness. The image of Momo’s hand on Dahyun’s bare thigh burned into your hippocampus. You shrank in on yourself, chin nearly merging in between your collarbones as you slowly sank further into the couch.

“Oh my god, baby why?” Momo can’t help but snicker when you dramatically fall down the opposite side of hers. “Come back here,” she leans over and grabs you from under one thigh, pulling you with such force you oblige, soon straddling your girlfriend, facing her.

“Is that what you want?” Momo teases.

“Dahyun was facing the other way round,” you sulk.

“Yeah, but I can see you better like that,” she says, voice dropping an octave lower as she leans in to plant a kiss where your jaw and your ear meet. You hum in satisfaction, hands coming to repose themselves on Momo’s shoulders, her own settling on your waist. “So? Still jealous?” She keeps on kissing down your neck to the vale of your collarbone.

You whimper against her mouth as Momo lightly bites down on the muscle above, “I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” One hand comes sliding down your tummy, untucking your shirt from your pants and reaching back up to your breasts, grazing the underside. You arch at the touch, and Momo presses her hand against your sternum to keep you in place before latching her mouth onto your left nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You gasp, one hand coming up to grip itself in her blonde bob. You try to push yourself onto her mouth, signaling to her to get more into it, but Momo keeps a strong hand between your boobs. The tip of her tongue flicks at your bud in kitten licks, and her mouth barely closes around it.

Momo is not one to tire from foreplay, she could go at it and tease you for several hours on end, and she has done so in the past. But right now, she’s doing this on purpose, because she doesn’t need a reason to taunt you like that.

You whine in protest, “Momo, please…”

“I’m waiting, love,” she replies, moving to nip at your right nipple.

Of course your girlfriend expected you to concede, to admit you were feeling a little jealous upon seeing that picture. Pulling one last time at her hair, you try to get her to look at you, “I was not jealous,” you say resolutely, “maybe just a little possessive…”

“A little?” Momo stops, fighting the urge to mock you with yet another smirk.

“Don’t push it,” you snarl.

As if to mean that’s enough for me, Momo wastes no time and has you remove your shirt completely, followed by your bra removed by her hefty fingers, and dives back onto your tits, suckling at the nipple again.

You cry out, a sense of relief washing over you, soon replaced by the itchy feeling of your growing arousal. A feeling you don’t have to focus on for too long as Momo is already slipping a hand in your pants and underneath your panties, fingers brushing your clit before sliding down your slit.

At the pace she’s going, you think you might combust on the spot. “So wet, just for me,” Momo whispers in your ear, and it’s not helping, just riling you up even more. She notices and slides one finger in your pussy, all three knuckles in. You let out a lengthy moan, tightening your hold on her shoulder and in her hair.

“Careful, I’m not not planning on going bald,” she scoffs, stopping amidst the process of giving you yet another hickey between your tits.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t worry, you’re excused,” she states almost too matter-of-factly as she adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of your cunt.

She sets up a fast pace, sometimes rubbing at the spongy spot inside, coating her fingers in your arousal. Momo avoids your clit, trying not to let the palm of her hand touch it. You notice it rather quickly, moans now substituted by whimpers, seeking more of her, more than just her fingers in your pussy and her mouth on your tits.

You believe Momo takes note of the sudden shift in behavior right away. She takes her free hand and brings it to your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s messy and devouring, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing with each other, mouths agape letting out the sultriest moans out of the two of you.

You had been so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t attend to Momo's. Though she didn’t complain, and never did, you’ve always felt a bit guilty that she would care more about your needs than hers.

“You know where else you could sit for me?” Momo prompts, as if noticing, again, you were drifting off in your thoughts. She let her hands fall to your hips, then lower, grabbing at the soft plush of your thighs. “Where?” You ask, knowing the answer already.

“Take off your pants,” she demands and again, you oblige, moving at light-speed to rid yourself of your clothes. At the same time, Momo lays down on the soft seat cushions of the couch, guiding you back down on her.

Her arms snake behind your thighs, and your knees are on both sides of her head, not too close but apart enough Momo can have you sit on her face as much as humanly possible.

You always hesitate for a second. Despite getting off to the sight of your girlfriend enjoying herself being squished between your thighs, you couldn’t help but need her approval to finally sink down on her face. An approval that came in the form of Momo bringing her mouth to your throbbing clit and pulling you down at the same time, and there’s nothing you can do to keep the moan from coming out of your vocal cords, raw and high-pitched.

One day, that woman is going to literally eat your pussy.

Momo finally gives all the attention your throbbing clit was craving. No teasing needed, she simply wanted, ached, to lose herself into your cunt, tongue switching from lapping between your folds to flicking back at the swollen bundle of nerves above. Anytime you arch your back, you also press harder against her mouth. Momo hums in contentment, one of her hands leaves your ass to relieve herself of some of her own pains and aches.

There is nothing but a symphony of moans and whimpers filling the living room. Pleas run out of your mouth in search of a desperate release, you grind your pussy against Momo’s face and she keeps on sucking at your clit, tongue going back into folds, fucking you relentlessely with it.

“Momo… I’m so close,” you chant her name over, and over, and over again. Momo pinches her eyebrows, as if trying to catch up with you. You take over for her, placing your hand below hers, applying pressure while rubbing her clit in repeated motions, rutting continuously as Momo joins you in your fun, grinding against the palm of your hand.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” she mutters from under you.

That tight feeling in your gut snaps when Momo bites and sucks at your clit again. You cry out your release, and your fingers slip past her folds in one swift motion, making Momo whimper as her orgasm crashes over her as well. Coming down from your high, you lift yourself up, licking at your fingers to get a taste of Momo’s.

You settle over her lap, plopping onto her chest as your girlfriend hugs you, hands running up and down your spine. You raise your head, cradling Momo’s face and kissing her, chaste but longingly.

“Hope the seat was to your confort,” she murmurs mid-kiss.

“That bad?” Jihyo asks, voice soft and laced with concern.

“I’m supposed to graduate next semester,” you start, throwing your pen on your desk, “and I said the same thing last semester.”

You curse at the sky, well, your dorm room’s ceiling. The scene has Jihyo giggling, and you mirror her smile, it helps a bit with the dreadful feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach.

“Baby,” you melt at the pet name, “far be it from me to discourage you from studying right now, I believe you should take a break.”

“I can’t,” you pause, “I don’t want to.”

You see your girlfriend’s face get closer to the camera, and you think you hear the faint sound of her footsteps and a key turning in its lock.

“Because you’re gonna think about it all night, get probably four hours of sleep tops, and miss your first class of the day tomorrow?” she guesses, settling back into her desk chair and adjusting her phone in front of her so you can now see her fully. She’s got one leg propped up on the seat, and her tiny shorts riding up the inner part of her thigh are letting you see her baby blue and yellow flowers panties.

“Hello? Baby, you’re frozen.”

“Yeah, sorry, what were you saying?” You ask, stumbling over your words. You lift your eyes to her face, her hair is tied up in a ponytail and she’s wearing her glasses, a thin and roundish frame complimenting the shape and size of her eyes as they stare into yours. Her neck is exposed, and you see a pink-ish spot near her collarbone, remnants of your latest weekend spent together at her place.

“Case in point,” she pauses, “you should take a break, love.”

The term of endearment makes you whine, a shiver running up your spine to your nape. Jihyo’s tone is sweet, and yet authoritative.

“I’m not good at taking breaks when you’re not there, love.” You emphasize the pet name, trying hard not to crumble under her gaze, now fueled with the idea of a challenge. A look that screams bet.

“Well first of all you can’t possibly be comfortable with that hoodie on. I mean, come on baby, it’s April, the weather’s good. Light even.” And it is a suggestion, your girlfriend is too refined to simply tell you to take your hoodie off. A common occurrence when you started dating, you and Jihyo being downright blunt and short-winded, as if you were in a rush, finding the one weekend you’d manage to have with one another too short to your liking.

While you were still living and studying in different cities, you both got to appreciate and savor those days together.

The more you got to explore each other’s bodies - the tiny lion’s wrinkle making a guest appearance between Jihyo’s eyebrows when giving the first lick at her soaking cunt, or the head thrown back and mouth agape when her fingers poked and rubbed at your g-spot, the more you understood the importance of taking your time, of tiptoeing around, investing more time into foreplay and teasing more than ever now.

“I’m feeling very light,” you grin. Your fingers travel down south, catching the hem of your oversized hoodie and you slowly lift it, revealing your shorts first. Jihyo’s eyes follow your hand, biting down lightly on her bottom lip. She’s attentive, observing and taking in every inch of skin you expose.

You lift the hoodie up to your breasts. Then, sliding both hands underneath it, you grab at them, pulling them up as you keep raising the hoodie higher. As the shirt gathers near your collarbone, you let go of your tits, letting them bounce down.

You can hear Jihyo bite back a mewl through the microphone, her own hand fondling one tit, occasionally pinching the nipple that you can tell are both perking up beneath the fabric of her tank top.

“Copycat,” she smirks when you roll your nipples between your fingers.

“Learned from the best,” you breathe in a whine, staring at her free hand running down her stomach to her shorts. Jihyo lets her hand wander lower, shamelessly palming at her crotch and you watch as her pinky and pointer peek out the sides of the inseam of her bottoms.

“Bet you’d like a taste of me right now, huh?” She taunts.

And you can tell your girlfriend’s panties are drenched just from the dazed look in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks.

While Jihyo’s boobs are a delight for you to touch and gawk at (sometimes, you’re no better than a man), it is also way obvious your girlfriend also gets rapidly turned on and wet just looking at your own. You didn’t think cumming from just mouth and tongue on your nipples was possible until you met her. Jihyo’s skills in that matter were truly unmatched.

“Looks like you’re having a hard time breathing, love,” you tease in return, observing the quick rise and fall of her chest, though you’re no better. “You don’t seem comfortable right now.”

She scoffs, but ultimately decides on baring herself completely to you. Jihyo slides down her shorts and panties at a languid pace, bending down in her chair to gather the underwear and show it off to the camera. She lets it fall between her legs, a playful smile adorning her face, as she settles back into her initial position on the seat. She keeps her top on, an invitation to let your imagination run wild, to let you picture her boobs all round and swollen from arousal and her nipples red.

That’s all it takes for you to start panting, puffing out air as you take in the sight of your girlfriend’s pussy glistening in the lowlight of her dorm room. Jihyo resumes her ministrations, two fingers teasing at her slit, coating them in her arousal to glide them back up her clit. You’re a goner the moment you see her back arching against the backseat, and you finally let go of your tits to undress completely, too hot and bothered at the marvelous sight of your girlfriend getting off to you playing with yourself you don’t think you can hold back any longer.

You’re just as aroused and wet as Jihyo is. Your pussy is throbbing, clenching around nothing, but you don’t give in just yet.

“Keep up with me okay?” Jihyo prompts, and you nod, too focused on the way her fingers prob between her lower lips.

You get both legs to spread wide on the armrests of your desk chair, a hand going down to your soaked cunt, using it as a lubricant to toy at your clit. “You’re the one who should keep up with me,” you jest.

Jihyo doesn’t back down, getting one finger in, and you both moan at the same time. Her pace is slow and steady at first, and you don’t miss out the lewd squelching sounds her pussy makes when she ups her speed, mixed with the whines and moans she unabashedly sings out of her lungs.

For a minute you think about telling her to keep quiet, picturing her stuffing her mouth with the panties on display in front of her pussy. Maybe on another occasion.

You do as you said you would and match her rhythm on your clit, your middle finger circling at the bundle of nerves as fast as Jihyo is now fingering herself. You know the angle is not what you give her when you’re the one stuffing her cunt with your fingers, she’s well aware of it too. Jihyo frowns, it is not enough and it is frustrating, she barely reaches her g-spot, but follows through nonetheless.

When she pulls out to rub at her clit, you put two fingers in and they slide with ease. You moan, there’s still a slight burn and you feel yourself tightening around your fingers. Eyes glued to the screen of your phone, you watch as your girlfriend gets rough on her clit, her moans and gasps less sparse and louder.

“Slow down pretty,” you whimper, “talk to me.”

“Baby, I want your mouth on me,” Jihyo muses. “Fuck, I wish I could sit on your face right now.”

You gasp, going back to massage one tit while circling at your clit again. “I’m the best at it, right? Say it, love,” you demand, and all Jihyo does is nod, eyes shut, she’s pinching one nipple between her fingers, still assaulting her clit, she’s chasing her high. “Look at me.”

Jihyo opens her eyes and what a sight you are. Fucked out, legs spread wide on your chair, boobs bouncing lightly against your arms, your arousal is dripping on the seat of your chair.

Your moans are now as strong as hers, you’re a whimpering mess in front of her and that does it for Jihyo. Your girlfriend has her back arching, she’s doing her best to keep her eyes on you. Her orgasm hits her like a wave against the shore. She grips the armrest, riding herself through her high and more, wincing and whining from the overstimulation.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, the coil in your stomach snaps and it takes all your willpower to not close your legs on your hand at the risk of falling down from your chair.

“You okay, love?”

You can vaguely hear your girlfriend calling for you.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Jihyo huffs, straightens up and moves closer to her phone. You do the same, still fully naked.

“Weren’t you the one telling me to take a break?” you smile.

“It looked like you fainted for a sec,” she retorts, her lips stretching into a tired smile mimicking yours. “I hope it helped though.”

“Don’t worry, it did.”