#atrid.reqs

They've been too busy to even sleep and eat properly, so sex wasn't exactly their initial concern. Well, it was, for Jihyo. She'd been incredibly frustrated since the moment they landed because everyone was so determined to spend their spare times sleeping instead of joining Jihyo while going out, or in bed. But seeing Momo sleepy like that, her pretty prey who barely said no to her– she thought she could get some stress off with her. TikTok, god, right, they needed to film a TikTok challenge.

“Momo-yah,” She settled on the side of the couch, stretching her words as playfully as she could. “Wake up, we need to film a new challenge.”

Momo woke up at light speed and looked up at Jihyo with a confused expression. “Right now?” Her burrows furrowed, that's when Jihyo knew Momo was about to back off for the first time. “Yeah, PD-nim asked for it.” That was absolute bullshit. He never asked for a challenge overseas, and even if he did, they wouldn't be informed like this. She saw Nayeon dart her a confused look after hearing that stupid lie, but Momo didn't seem to question it further after hearing the name. “Oh, okay,” She sat up, dragging her feet to the middle of the room. “What do we do now?”

Jihyo had to think fast, they only had twenty something minutes left and their clothes were already a whole another story. They were about to put their mics in before hitting the stage too, so they probably had a solid ten minutes on hand. “Restroom!” Jihyo suddenly said, jumping up from the couch to grab Momo by the wrist. “We gotta film it in the restroom.” She heard Nayeon's laugh after that, no one was buying that stupid lie anymore. On top of that, Jihyo was making it a little too obvious.

“Restroom?” Momo followed the younger woman without resisting, only asking the wise questions. “Don't we already have mirrors everywhere? What are we going to film, the toilet bowl?” Ugh, her mouth sometimes worked so much in all the wrong places, and this moment was no exception. So when they stepped into the restroom, Jihyo directly pulled her into a kiss, stuffing Momo's next stupid question back into her mouth. “Oh–” Momo gasped over the Korean's lips, realizing how long it's been since she became the chosen one. “So this is the challenge.” It was, and it would only make both of them think how much they've actually missed each other.

“We shouldn't even be kissing right now, fuck–” Jihyo realized how they were already messing up their makeup, pulling herself back and grabbing Momo's hand. “Just get me off. Need you inside, now.”

It was hard to focus completely when you couldn't even kiss, but the thrill of someone catching them here was almost getting her there. “Are you sure?” The older member said, making Jihyo whine with frustration. “Of course I am,” She led her hand inside her shorts, spreading her legs just a little to make some space for Momo. Her back hit the cold tiles when Momo finally started working her fingers, gathering her wetness and teasing her clit a little before pushing it inside. Right then, Jihyo realized how much she missed being touched– so much that she was ready to explode.

Momo's way of touching was entirely something else, giving her exactly what she wanted without bothering to fight back. Unlike Nayeon, who had Jihyo begging until she actually lended a hand on her, Momo got the job done. And she did it over and over again with the stamina of a devil. It was such a shame they didn't get to go all night after being separated for so long. So she reminded herself to switch the rooms with her roommate for the night.

“I keep forgetting how good you're with your fingers–” Jihyo moaned. Her slick sounds started to fill the restroom as Momo's slim fingers worked their way, thumb circling her clit with precision. “You should remind me more. Ah– shouldn't get so shy around me, Momo-ssi.”

That praise made the Japanese double her efforts, gasping into the younger woman's ear as her arm started to cramp. Her speed and force was almost inhuman, completely focused on pleasing the girl she trapped between herself and the wall. Jihyo wasn’t even trying to suppress her moans, basically letting everyone know how good Momo made her feel. It didn't seem like they were filming a TikTok at all.

“Stop trying to hold it back, Hyo,” Momo whispered, not as proud of being exposed as Jihyo was. She could feel her clench around her fingers, fighting back her orgasm as she dripped down the older woman's wrist. “We need to leave. Come on, jagi, just come for me–”

Jihyo was determined to enjoy it for as long as possible though, a drip of sweat running down her temple. “We should miss out that fucking concert,” She said, something you could only hear during sex from such a workaholic. That was so unrealistic that it made Momo scoff. “Or you should just let them see how good you make me, hmm?”

Momo shivered with the thought of it, her own heat throbbing in need. She wanted to feel Jihyo's wetness on her, humping desperately until she just cummed– like she did. She suddenly collapsed over her, shaking violently as a whine escaped her lips, almost making her choke “Fuck, yes, Momo–” She rode Momo's hand, quickly earning her second orgasm without any help. Her head was spinning, her knees were already weak. That stamina she had during a show was suddenly failing her when Momo was the one who fucked her. Jihyo thought she'd never get used to it.

After getting her through the aftershocks with slow thrusts, Momo gave her a quick peck on the lips and made sure she's okay as she moved to wash her hands. “I didn't know you missed me so much,” She said while watching Jihyo's arousal wash off her fingers. “Are you okay?”

Jihyo grabbed a handful of toilet paper to clean herself up, and gave a warm smile to Momo before stepping into one of the stalls. “More than okay,” She mumbled, locking the door as if the only other person in the room wasn't inches deep inside her a second ago. “I'll tell everyone you're staying in my room tonight.”

She would already decide which one to use before even going live, but manipulate her viewers enough to make them think they were the ones who chose it. After dating her for two months, Momo would figure out some little tips and tricks. But she'd still refuse to be in the same room with her during her lives. It wasn’t because it bothered her, she watched them anyway, but she didn’t trust herself with not jumping her bones while she was working.

The lucky guy today was actually chosen by Momo, that fucking, giant dildo that she unpacked next to her just to tease her. One that was textured and inhumanly thick on the base. Ugh, she'd completely forget about that until the Korean let her dig into her toy storage earlier, giving her a very nostalgic boner before Jihyo gave her a helping hand.

“I'm not really confident about this,” Jihyo placed the toy on the floor, covering it with lube. Momo, without even seeing her, could imagine the cute pout on her face. “You think I could take it all in, daddy?” That damn title. It was making Momo hard every single time. But recently, they've been talking about how Jihyo almost let the word unnie slip out of her mouth. Her sweet, sweet girl… Momo would just pull her into a kiss when she heard that confession.

“Fuck, it's already too much,” Jihyo yelped dramatically, only taking in the narrow head of the length, trying to push it back with her manicured fingers when it slid out because of the lube. The scenery was as sinful as ever, seeing her get low on the floor just to stretch herself to her limit was making Momo throb in her boxers. She didn’t want to touch herself, though. Her precious girlfriend would have to take care of the mess she caused even from behind closed doors.

Momo's hands hovered over the keyboard, sending her a generous amount of tip before asking her to take more. “More?” Jihyo gasped, already wrapping so tight around the toy, halfway there. Her core strength would never fail to surprise the older woman. “Do you really want me to ruin my pussy with this?” Jihyo whined, yet still dropped herself a little lower. “I need to stay tight for your cock, don't you think?”

Momo sighed, knowing those words couldn't have been led to any men but herself only. She pulled down her boxers, revealing her angry red tip of her cock. She didn’t want to ruin her boxers yet. “Ah– you're so big, daddy–” jiji21 wasn't helping with the urge though, she never did.

After fifteen long minutes, the whole toy was lost inside her cunt, and a pool of lube and arousal was created on the floor when Momo was finally done with this. She was so turned on, one touch on her cock would make her embarrassingly explode. On top of that, the jealousy was starting to get into her head, reminding her once again why she shouldn't have been watching these anymore.

“Fuck,” She sat up straight on her chair, trying to distract herself by reading the comments. How could she even take a gigantic thing so well after struggling to take her cock? That would forever stay a mystery for her. “Well, that's a wrap for today, princess.”

She quickly tapped a couple buttons, sending Jihyo the exact amount she set as the goal of the night. She saw her girlfriend's eyes grow with the loud chime, stopping right when the toy hit the deepest spot inside her. “Oh my god– ah– Peach, you could've booked a private session with that money–” Yeah, right, Momo thought. I technically just booked my private session.

But of course Jihyo wouldn't stop until she exploded, doubling the amount Momo sent the moment by squirting all over their carpeted floor. Her knees would give up after that, the huge toy finally wearing her out. Momo thought she'd call it a day and end the live afterwards, but Jihyo, her princess would decide to turn into an absolute menace right at that moment. “That was fucking wild, daddy,” She let the toy slide out with shaky legs, voice still hoarse from all that moment. “Which one should we try next?”

“Next?” Momo frowned, spotting the reason for this behavior immediately. They were both being stubborn –no, Jihyo was just being a brat. After seeing her send that ridiculous amount of money that did nothing but make Momo overwork; she was determined to earn more than she set her mind to. But Momo wouldn't play her last card yet.

“The next toy you'll be trying is right here, Park Jihyo.”

She didn't have to try so hard, she knew exactly how to get her girlfriend to herself even though it meant to piss her off a little. Just a couple tries and clicks, and she managed to disconnect Jihyo's computer from the shared network, knowing it would stop the live show in the blink of an eye.

She removed her earphones lazily, cracking her knuckles before standing up and slowly making her way to Jihyo's recording room. She heard the little curse that left the Korean's lips, making her smile mischievously. This wasn’t the first time she played such a trick on her, but she knew Jihyo wouldn't stay mad at her for too long.

She knocked only twice before her partner opened the door while removing the mask on her face. Her green eyes pierced right through her, indicating that she was indeed frustrated. “You're annoying as fuck,” Jihyo said, letting Momo enter her space. Her scent taking over the small space made the Japanese inhale with hunger. “Did you know that?”

“You adore me,” Momo smiled, making Jihyo fight back her own smile. That was true. She loved her job, but she knew overworking herself just for a couple extra bucks could never compete with being in her arms.

“I do, unnie,” Jihyo let the Japanese take her into her arms, keeping her shaking body still in her strong grip. She was still hard, and this woman didn't even have to look down to understand that. She knew her like the back of her hand by now. “And I think you should check if that toy really stretched me out too much.”

Her camera was off, so at least she was in a comfortable nightgown instead of her sharp fits. “I'm explaining it for the third time,” She said with a tired tone, rubbing the last bit of makeup off her face with the back of her hand. “Check your mailbox, please. I just forwarded the files.”

Momo couldn’t help but think how attractive she looked from here, with her hair covering some of her face, makeup messed up; yet somehow still mouth watering. "Be patient," Jihyo would say as she put her collar on, tightening it a little more than usual like it could tame her better. “If you sit well, mommy will reward you afterwards.”

And Momo was being good, no, she'd been nothing but the best. She brought her coffee, massaged her shoulders, and most importantly kept it in her pants like she was told. But it was getting ridiculous. The more she stared, everything started to seem more sexual. Like the way Jihyo wrapped a strand of hair around her finger, the way she crossed her legs, how she licked her lips before speaking…

And here she was, sitting on the couch, a blanket pulled all the way up to her chin. One of her hands were resting right over her crotch when Jihyo basically groaned with frustration. What else she could do after hearing that sound? She desperately slid her hand into her panties, finding herself more soaked than she thought.

Good thing was, Jihyo was too focused on the computer in front of her, angrily tapping on the table as her coworker tried to get her way with her. So she could get herself more worked up with painfully slow circles, trying to regulate her own breathing at the same time. “You know what?” Jihyo suddenly raised her voice, making the older woman flinch in her place. “I don't want to discuss the same thing over and over again. We still have two topics to figure out, and you're just overcomplicating it.”

It was embarrassing how Jihyo's anger was making her pussy throb, turning her on enough to take the biggest risk and push two fingers inside. She regretted that decision the second her fingers hit her spot, making her bite her own palm to silence it. It only worked for so long.

When Momo was horny, barely anything stopped her from going all the way. Her pace was growing as well as her whimpers, and it would come to a point where they weren’t really suppressible anymore. She let out a weak “Fuck–” with her last thrust, and that would make Jihyo's gaze darted on her in light speed.

She'd never seen this woman reach her computer to mute herself so fast. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” She asked, but she already knew the answer. She looked venomous, ready to get into Momo's system with just one wrong move she made.

“I–” Momo stuttered, unable to stop herself from thrusting, god, she was almost there. “I've been a good girl.”

“You think?” Jihyo spat, turning on her mic just to ask for a quick bathroom break. Momo knew she was in trouble when her girlfriend didn't even bother to stand up and join her in the couch. If she did and fucked her senseless over there, it would be like a degree one damage done. But when Momo was being summoned, it meant she wasn't going to get off anytime soon on that day.

“Please let me finish first–” Momo protested, but Jihyo would land a slap so hard on the table that it would knock down her pencil holder. She gasped, pulling her hand out of her panties, knowing a wet patch was left on them. “Okay, shit, I'm sorry.”

“Was I being too nice to you today?” Jihyo shook her head as Momo approached her in nothing but her underwear, kneeling right next to the table before she had to say anything else. “Is that why you're acting like a spoiled brat? Should I put you back in your cage, stupid puppy?”

Momo couldn’t even look up to her from that moment on, she knew she wasn't supposed to unless Jihyo let her. “No, mommy.” She said, voice barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry.”

“I don't give a fuck about your apology,” The Korean was quickly typing down some stuff on the meeting chat, not even giving Momo her full attention. “Come closer, ask for it. You know exactly what you should be getting, and it won't be an orgasm.”

Momo crawled until she was right in front of where Jihyo sat, tears forming on the corners of her eyes for no reason. Sometimes it happened because she loved and worshipped her so much, sometimes because the need she felt was just too much to handle. Now it felt like both. “I'm sorry,” She mumbled again as if it meant something. “Please slap me.”

Jihyo actually did, landing a perfectly calculated slap on her right cheek and making her head fall back to the side. It didn't hurt in a bad way, it made her want to ask for more. “Look at me,” Jihyo said, grabbing her by the chin. Momo could feel how half of her focus was still on the conversations running in that stupid meeting. “Was it so hard to wait for ten more minutes?”

“I need you,” Momo answered boldly, making eye contact with her girlfriend. “You're so pretty, mommy. I couldn't help–” Another slap stuffed all those words right back into her mouth. She moaned weakly, just for Jihyo to push a thumb between her lips. “Don't talk back to me,” She hissed, making the Japanese suck on her finger. “Stick your tongue out.”

Momo thought this wasn't even a punishment anymore, it felt like a reward instead. She thought Jihyo would just make her drink anything that comes out of her body –which made her unbearably wet. Well, that must've been the point. Getting her so turned on to a point where she begged to cum, but her wish wouldn't be granted. “Please,” Momo whimpered. “Please at least let me tou–”

A palm closed over her mouth as Jihyo reached back to her laptop, unmuting herself just for a second to answer one of her coworker's questions. Momo pushed back a moan, realizing not being the center of Jihyo's attention was the real punishment. “Yes, I replied to them all on time,” Jihyo said, one of her hands still covering her girlfriend's mouth.

“God, these people are going to kill me,” She rolled her eyes before turning back to Momo. “Open,” She did, letting Jihyo spit inside her mouth generously. Momo was expecting a swallow order when her partner actually surprised her with a sharp: “Keep it in your mouth.”

That was new.

It didn’t take her long before she realized what the Korean had in her mind, laying back on her chair as she pulled her nightgown up, revealing her thong. “Spit,” She pulled her underwear to the side, making her intentions clear. “You have two minutes until the meeting ends, if I don't cum, you're sleeping in your cage tonight.” Momo just blinked at her dumbly, trying to calculate if two minutes was enough to even work Jihyo up. “Understood?” Jihyo repeated angrily between her teeth.

Momo nodded, mouth still full yet about to drool from the corners of her lips. She didn’t remember another time where she jumped on her girlfriend's bones so fast, getting her all soaked with her own spit before finally planting her mouth on Jihyo's core. But the younger woman was determined not to focus on the effort she was putting in. “I'll make sure everything is double checked until our meeting tomorrow,” She said, voice not even shaking as Momo's tongue devoured her folds. “Yes, ma'am, I took my notes.”

It was funny how she could call someone ma'am while she had her puppy buried in her cunt, thinking she was its whole world. She doubled her efforts, sucking her clit with determination. When she felt Jihyo leak on her tongue though, she realized she was doing something right.

She couldn’t look up, the time was ticking, but Jihyo was breathing so much faster now. “Yes–” She heard the tiniest yelp before her hand flied to the back of her head, pulling her closer as she rode her face to reach her high. Momo let her, like she did with everything else. Holding her breath as the Korean used her like a toy, only releasing her after her body jerked up violently with her orgasm. “God, yes!”

Yes, indeed, Momo was so glad to secure her spot in bed for the night.

Jihyo let Momo lick her through the aftershocks, trying to pull herself back together as she could hear the meeting wrap up. “Yes, see you tomorrow,” She hardly let out, completely breathless. She didn’t really care what her coworkers were thinking anymore. She closed her laptop with the tip of her finger, letting out a moan in relief.