happy birthday | mohyo
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rating: explicit, f/f, no warnings applied
tags: +18, mohyo, dallas d2 canon compliant, smut, fluff I REPEAT FLUFF, porn without plot, porn what plot, I was bored, cunnilingus, oral sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping/humping, squirting, yearners THEY ARE YEARNING, unnie kink, idiots in love, oral fixation, pet names, jagiya!!, rushed sex, crying after sex, birthday presents, happy birthday jihyo, I'll probably delete this later, sharing these for me and my 5 oomfs, no beta, minors & cis men dni
A/N: hi! as promised, the mohyo fic I've written after jihyo's birthday is here. I've grown to love this fic more, but I'm still not sure if it's good enough to be on ao3... definetely not my best work.
so as I'm still trying to get used to the app, I wanted to use this as a chance to test the waters! it's all calm and quiet here, but if you want to reach out when you read, I'd appreciate it. hope you guys like it!
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Momo stared at Jihyo, who still wore her silly unicorn headband and sash as if it was glued to her body. She loved her like this, all hyped up and cute while begging for the unholiest things one could ever ask for. “You don't want to shower first?”
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“Off,” Jihyo said the moment they stepped into her hotel room, tapping on Momo's shirt which she's thrown over her encore fit. If you could even call it a fit. She barely had anything under it, showing off her back for everyone to appreciate as much as Jihyo did. “Take it off, want to see.”
“We'll be late if we shower first, let's do it after.” Jihyo stepped forward, grabbing the hem of Momo's shirt after realizing the Japanese was zoning out again. She pressed a soft kiss on her collarbone after getting rid of the fabric piece, her heart immediately melting the way Momo blinked dizzily through all that. “Too tired?”
“Never for you,” Momo shook her head in panic, she didn’t want to push Jihyo back, not at all. The fatigue was getting to her a little, but it wasn’t anything she can't deal with for the birthday girl. She had to take off for the Misamo schedules soon, and Jihyo would be too far away to touch. It meant no quickies, no kisses behind the curtains, no sleeping in her arms when she asked for it. So no, she was never too tired for Jihyo.
“Missed you,” Jihyo pressed their bodies together, hands wandering all over Momo's back like it was a territory she needed to memorize, everyday, from scratch. “You didn't even wish me a happy birthday yet.”
“I haven't?” Momo asked, grabbing Jihyo's cheek and pressing a kiss right on the tip of her nose. She looked so much better than she was yesterday, but they would have to spend most of their day in bed with IV to help her recover faster. The fever that kept coming and going was the biggest of Momo's concerns at that moment; so she only realized how dry her celebration was unlike the other members.
It was a kiss on Jihyo's dried lips, breakfast in bed, and a back massage that sadly didn't go far because of the younger's condition. No flowers like Mina did, or a series of sweet messages and organizations like Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung. She didn’t even really remember where her phone was, ditched to the side after sharing one story with a little crown sticker on Jihyo's head. Still, with those silly birthday gears she looked like the prettiest person on earth to her. Of course it wasn’t enough.
“You're right,” Momo mumbled, reaching down to get rid of the unicorn headband and sash that started making irritating sounds.
Jihyo's half up-do and makeup was still perfect, giving her an ethereal view as she looked up with those huge expressive eyes. She was a little tired, face still slightly puffed thanks to her cold but that made her look even cuter as if it was possible. Momo couldn’t believe they were the same age in theory now. “You're right, jagi, let me make it up to you?”
The gift she had originally planned was late, she was trying to make her a set of scented candles but they weren't given enough time at home for her to finish working on them. She didn’t want to get her another watch, as she kept wearing the one she bought last year with so much love. But she knew what made her girlfriend relax and unravel after a long schedule. And Jihyo seemed to be asking for it.
“How do you wan–”
“Bed,” Jihyo answered her question, so sure of herself. Her fingers were hooked in Momo's belt hoops now, slowly dragging it down just enough to reveal her boxers, but the belt wouldn't let her completely get rid of it. Momo leaned in, pressing a tight kiss on her temple. It was rather too domestic considering what they were about to do. Jihyo smiled dizzily with the thought of it, letting Momo inhale her scent slowly and deeply before whispering, “Take me.”
She didn't have to say it twice, Momo always listened. Being easily picked up, having the older girl's nails digging into her thighs would never become a less exciting experience. She whimpered with the overwhelming feeling, the familiar pressure building up inside her embarrassingly fast –which was only natural after suppressing her hunger for so long.
What surprised her was how much she wanted Momo even after devouring her for months. There was something about that silly, handsome face that made her clench her teeth even before they got back together. God, did she love her. She felt like this woman would worship the ground she walked over.
Momo was the best irresponsible decision of her perfectly built life.
The more they would discover their sexuality, the more complicated it would get for them after their debut. They would break the moment where Jihyo couldn’t blame her wet dreams on their friendship anymore. Their first, drunk kiss was still something Jihyo loved replaying in her mind, turning her on so much that Momo would make fun of it for years.
“Help me out,” Jihyo said out of breath, trying to unbuckle Momo's belt with shaky hands, sitting on top of her. She didn't know how they would end up like this, but it was exactly where she wanted to be at that moment. She wanted to kiss her, kiss her to death but this fucking belt–
“Easy,” Momo stopped her, caressing her wrist gently as she reached down to do it on her own. She could see Jihyo's chest heaving so fast as she licked her lips with anticipation. She had always been an impatient girl, but this was just peak. “I'm not going anywhere.”
“Technically, you are,” Jihyo pulled Momo's pants down, leaving her in her boxers, legs spread open for her. She could clearly see the damp spot over them, exposing how she wasn't the only one expecting. Momo squeezed her hip lightly, trying to fix the pout on her girlfriend's face. That would make Jihyo stop for a second. “I'll miss you,” she whispered. Right on Momo's soft spot.
“Come here,” Momo pulled her down by the hem of her crop top, pressing their lips together as tightly as she could. She didn’t give a fuck if Jihyo had a flu and handed it over, she wanted to drink all her sickness away.
Jihyo whimpered softly, letting Momo bite on her lip even though she usually wouldn't allow it. Shit. They had a two-week break, well, she did. In the studio, off the stage. Which meant that no one would give a damn about the marks Momo would leave behind. The thought of it sent a shiver down her spine because of how much she missed it.
She missed Momo's rushed touch on her, soft tongue on her jawline, canine teeth digging into her flesh as if she wanted to get life out of it. It was a birthday gift, her cute, handsome, pretty, strong birthday gift that kissed her like she was the only girl in the world.
“Momo-yah,” She whined, giving her girlfriend's flushed lips a little peck. She didn’t realize that she was basically riding Momo's thigh until then. Stopping the movement of her hips, she rested her forehead on the crook of the older's neck, breathing heavily to not faint with the hint of cold still clinging to her system.
“Unnie, will you let me taste you?”
Momo gasped, feeling Jihyo's hand snake between their tightly pressed bodies, until it ended up over her damp panties. Knowing Momo was usually so sensitive or overwhelmed to have Jihyo's mouth on her, this was a rare occasion where it was really brought up. Jihyo loved it, she was insanely good at it, but that was the problem.
Momo felt like she could die like that. What a way of saying goodbye.
But Jihyo asking for it so kindly, calling her unnie of all the things and looking down at her with such needy eyes -on her birthday too- left Momo no choice but to nod dumbly. Jihyo's smile was so worthy of seeing, one that was bright enough to make you forget all your words.
“Yeah?” Jihyo bit her lower lip, trying to hide her overjoyed expression but it wasn’t working. She gave Momo a happy kiss on the lips, then another one, another one until it got heated again, making them gasp and moan into each other’s mouths. In just seconds, Jihyo's shorts would join Momo's pants on the floor, then her top. Until all that's left was her underwear.
“Hah– baby,” Jihyo grabbed her girlfriend's wide shoulders to get some strength. “I'm so wet.”
Momo could feel it. Jihyo was still humping on her damn thigh as they kissed, the damp cloth being the only thing separating their skins. “Already?” Momo asked calmly, throwing her head back to make more space, to allow Jihyo's kisses trail down her neck. “Cute, ah– have I told you this hair makes you look so cute?”
“Seriously, you're calling me cute now?” the Korean scoffed, sucking on the sensitive skin under her lips, determined to leave a mark. Her straight, long extensions were licking Momo's skin inch by inch with every move. “I'm literally naked on your lap, ready to be fucked, and you think that's cute?”
Jihyo's little obsession with being the hottest girl in the room was paying off sometimes. This demon. She would sit right up, getting rid of her bra in one swift motion. Momo's lips parted open as Jihyo's perfectly tanned chest got exposed, shining with the slightest bit of sweat, making her look more ethereal under the dim lights.
“Do you think this is cute?”
She lost no time pulling Momo's top up, leaning in and sucking on her nipple without even a fucking warning. Momo cried out, her hand immediately reaching the back of Jihyo's head. She would almost growl when Jihyo released her sensitive bud and whispered, “This is cute to you?”
She was trying her best to be smooth and stay cool, but the moment she felt Momo's salty skin under her tongue, she would have to fight the urge to moan. She pulled it between her teeth gently before sucking on it, humming deeply. “This is– is this cute, unnie?”
Momo gulped after hearing the needy tone of her girlfriend's voice. The depth of it would never fail to turn her on, but this was just making her want to flip them over and fuck her senseless. “You fucking won,” Momo said between her teeth, guiding Jihyo's head down as the younger girl changed her target to her abs. Jihyo planted her tongue flat on Momo's belly button, licking her way up wisely like a kitten who's practiced this for years.
“Not cute, jagiya, you're not cute at all.”
The way she kneaded her breasts with one hand wasn't cute, nor the slow pace of her fingers on her cunt over her underwear. Her tongue was so wet and warm over her stomach, Momo thought she could come just from that if she kept this shit going. “Fuck–” Momo gasped. Okay. Nothing, absolutely nothing about her was cute.
Jihyo wasn’t dumb, she had skilled hands and stamina of the devil. She knew how to make herself enjoy it as much as she knew how to make a woman come. So when Momo felt Jihyo's wet core pressed on her leg, she didn't even question how she would get rid of her thong without any help.
Little bit she felt dizzy with the feeling, enjoying the sweet distraction on her skin. Jihyo wasn’t planning to slow down the pace of her fingers, sliding them into her boxers to make direct contact with her wetness. When she collected the gush with her fingers and spread it all over her folds to rub her better, Momo's grip on her hair tightened.
“You're leaving marks, Ji– god!” Jihyo bit on the side of Momo's waist, as if she was a feast. Her stupid, stupid oral fixation was going to get them caught so hard one day.
“Am I allowed to leave marks there at least?” Jihyo whispered over her spit covered stomach, sending a shiver down Momo's spine. It wasn’t really a question, at least not when she was already pulling her boxers down. “You're soaked, you know that?”
“You think I can't feel it?” Momo lifted her legs to help the younger woman, who got off her lap just for a second before she climbed over it again. “Eat me before I change my mind.”
So Jihyo did, she buried herself between Momo's legs, pushing her thighs open as she licked a slow, painful stripe through her folds. Momo almost folded in half, remembering why it became too much for her sometimes. Because the moment Jihyo wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked, she couldn’t help the unmellow sound filling their hotel room. At this point, the whole floor and maybe half of Texas knew what they were doing in here.
Her tongue was burning hot as Jihyo controlled that muscle like a pro. The way she pushed it in as her nose spread her folds open– This was a bad idea.
Momo felt like her orgasm was close, too close, but it was building up so intensely that she knew she would make a mess the moment Jihyo gets bored and decides to ejaculate her. “Baby,” She hardly gasped out, trying to fight back her tears. “I'm going to– oh my god, you didn't even let me use the bathroom–”
Jihyo was smiling. Buried into her fucking cunt, her fingers pressing on her entrance as she fastened up her kitten licks, and she was fucking smiling.
“I decided on my birthday gift,” Jihyo pulled back, half of her face glistening with Momo's arousal. She threw her hair back, and locked their eyes as she pushed two of her fingers inside her girlfriend, slowly.
Momo's mouth fell open to an ‘o’ shape, a moan getting ripped off her throat. Jihyo pressed her abdomen with her free hand, and licked her lips before pulling out her fingers, just to hit back even deeper, right on her spot. “I want you to let go for once, for me. Let me have a birthday feast, hmm?”
Momo nodded without even thinking what she was agreeing to, the only thing she could focus on was how Jihyo would go down on her again. Her eyes were still locked into hers as she absolutely devoured her. That stupid tongue which always stuck out like a habit for sure knew a couple of things about satisfying.
Her fingers were pumping in and out with an impossible pace, but her tongue wasn't really focused on her clit or finishing her. She just kept licking every inch of her with such longing that Momo almost felt bad for not taking more time for her partner. For not letting go. They didn't always have time or energy for this, but knowing how much Jihyo enjoyed it, she could use at least some more of her I feel sick excuses to ditch schedules.
Scented candles were just an extra, they needed a vacation as a gift. A weekend getaway where they weren’t concerned about anything else but each other. Momo promised herself. On their next longer break, when they're both healthy, and when Jihyo's tongue is not flicking over her fucking clit–
They could do that. Any other day.
Right now, Momo knew she wasn't even capable of thinking properly while her hyper girlfriend used every single muscle on her body to fuck up her sanity. Her vision blurred as the pleasure built up, her stomach tensing, making her clench around Jihyo’s fingers. “Wait–” She tried to push Jihyo's head back, but Jihyo would slap her hand softly before whispering, “Wait ‘til I'm done.”
Momo would almost see white.
“Oh my god,” Jihyo moaned, feeling the older woman grip her fingers so hard that she couldn't pull them out. “Fuck, Momo-yah– you're tight.” The nerve endings on her fingers were sending signals directly through her own core. She did her best moving her knuckles inside Momo's heat, using her tongue and free hand simultaneously on her clit to get her there. It wouldn’t take long after that.
Momo's pitched cry filled the hotel room as she broke in her arms, gripping Jihyo’s hair so hard that she knew the poor girl would have a headache later on. Her legs closed around it as her whole body spasmed with the intensity of her orgasm. She would let go as promised, to the point where she squirted all over her girlfriend's face, on the hotel's bedsheets; ruining everything.
And Jihyo genuinely seemed to enjoy it. Because how else could someone look so content after hours of performing and still trying to get over the cold?
She would gently keep circling her clit through her aftershocks, licking up everything she could with a stupid smile on her lips. Momo felt like she was completely spent when she climbed over her and draped her whole body over hers with a tired sigh.
“You did so well,” Jihyo nuzzled her nose into the crook of Momo's neck, spreading all the wetness of the Japanese over her skin. Being flesh to flesh would always make both of them feel calmer and comforted. “Did I go too far?”
“Not at all.” Momo could only let out a deep sound from her chest, cleaning her throat right after. Her eyes were closed shut. She was busy trying to get back to real life and stop the shaking of her legs, but it was useless.
She let Jihyo caress her body, press kisses on her neck and whisper sweet nothings as she gathered herself back. “How are you so sweet?” Jihyo would speak almost in a baby voice as her fingers intertwined with Momo's on the bed. “I could eat you out all day, how does that sound?”
Momo would just giggle softly, as they started bickering about how Jihyo's been extra touchy with her lately. It was just their regular push and pull, peppered with a lot of kisses as Momo used her girlfriend like a weighted blanket, trying to get rid of the post-orgasm fog in her brain. Until Jihyo wanted her, again.
Her touches were getting a little too intimate, that would remind her why they were here at this position to start with. The pretty girl she got to call her girlfriend, the one who murmured sweetly in her arms was born today. Her birthday was almost over, but they still had a celebration to do.
“Momoring,” Jihyo stretched the word sweetly, as she realized how the Japanese was slowly shifting under her. It was only a matter of a second when she flipped them over, making Jihyo's back hit the mattress as she let out a giggle. “Let's stay for a while here.”
“Here?” Momo asked dumbly, cupping her girlfriend's face as she settled on top of her, trapping her hips between her legs. “In Dallas? You wanna stay here?”
“I don't care,” Jihyo pouted, shrugging as the older girl slowly caressed her face with her thumb. “Take me with you, to Europe maybe? Just wanna stay here… in your arms.” They both knew that it was unrealistic when Momo sighed.
Sometimes it was nice, having that personal space, being too busy to think about life– sometimes Jihyo wanted to quit it all just to stay here. When the exhaustion of the concert settled in, she was getting vulnerable in the ways no one else could understand but Momo.
“I'm sorry,” Momo just mumbled, kissing Jihyo softly before whispering over her lips, “I'm sorry, jagi, I know.”
Jihyo lifted herself just enough to interrupt the older woman with a kiss, melting into the way she kept caressing her face as they kissed deeply. It was reassuring, but the gentleness of it wasn’t enough to feed the need inside Jihyo. She wanted Momo so bad, she wanted her to stay. She wanted her scent all over her skin, her grip on her cheek; she wanted to share all of her oxygen with her. It was getting ridiculous. “Not enough,” she whispered.
“Not enough, unnie, need you inside.”
Momo's heart fluttered at the request, willing to go down and grant the birthday girl's wish before Jihyo grabbed her by the arm and stopped her. “Stay here,” she whined, biting her lip when she felt Momo's hand wandering over her crotch. “Keep kissing me.”
It was unexpected, considering how much Jihyo usually loved having Momo's tongue all over her body. Usually, it was Momo who longed for her to the point where Jihyo made fun of her. How the tables have turned because Momo actually had to leave when Jihyo was off to a break was making the older's stomach flip.
She didn't ask for Jihyo to be anything but herself, but sometimes, just sometimes this lovesick girl ending up on her lap was making her heart beat a little faster than usual. She was different when exhausted, sleep deprivation turned her into a kitten. And Momo felt like she could die to have that for twenty more minutes before they fell asleep.
Their kiss was more so spit and bites, Momo teething her perfectly built jawline as her fingers ran through her girlfriend's folds, almost moaning after feeling how wet she was for her.
“Tired?” She asked, circling on the sensitive nub under her fingertips. Jihyo would lose all of her words into a desperate whimper. “Can you take it if I go rough?”
Jihyo locked their eyes together as she nodded, enjoying the fastening touch on her core thoroughly. Really, since how long has she been waiting for this? Why did it feel like an eternity? Why did the time Momo fucked her empty at the backstage bathroom started to feel like a fever dream? Maybe it was just the cold but god– Jihyo didn’t remember another time where she felt desperate so be hers.
She was embarrassingly wet from all that humping and eating Momo out, hips twitching every time her thumb brushed her clit. The lewd sound it made when the older woman pushed two fingers inside her would almost quiet down her moan. Jihyo was ready and burning around Momo's digits, as she stilled inside her until she got used to the stretch.
She thought she was being considerate, until Jihyo lifted her hips and cried– “Fuck me,” The way she stared into her eyes was telling enough. “Fuck me hard, unnie, wanna feel you inside me when you're gone.” Oh god.
Momo couldn’t help the whimper slipping out of her lips.
When she started working her fingers, fast and deep, she thought she was about to come because how gone Jihyo was for this moment. Every time she opened that fucking mouth, Momo just knew that it would be filthier than the last time.
Pushing such a turned on woman to her orgasm wasn’t hard for Momo. She had a slight muscle pain after the concert, but it wasn't bad enough to slow down the unbelievable pace of her wrist. After a while, Jihyo couldn’t even kiss her as she moaned into her mouth. Her nails were digging deep on the Japanese's skin, probably leaving marks on her back– which they would have to cover up later on.
“Momo, please,” She gasped as Momo added a third finger, curling them right on her spot. The stretch, the way her thumb hit her clit every time she thrusted, the speed and force that made the hotel bed shake from its space… Jihyo thought she was about to faint. “Please, please–”
“Please what, jagi?” Momo asked out of breath, but she already knew the answer. She could feel that Jihyo was close, so much that just a curl of her fingers would finish her. And when Jihyo was in that head space, she was the loudest. She just wanted to hear it.
“Please, there, just– ah–” Jihyo's eyes closed shut, finally breaking eye contact and quitting her efforts to stubbornly kiss. Momo smiled faintly, trying to fight through the muscle pain as she kept fucking her. The sounds Jihyo let out in addition to her slick sounds– Momo was ecstatic knowing that she was the one who caused this mess. Their mixed arousals would get the whole bed soaked already, before she was even done with Jihyo.
“Momo–” Jihyo moaned her name again, from the bottom of her chest, and Momo thought she'd never heard her name sound so damn sexy before. She just pulled out her fingers completely before pushing back in with all her remaining strength, making Jihyo start shaking violently in her arms.
She would cry through her orgasms, a fact which took Momo long enough to accept that it was just tears of pleasure. A tear slipped down her cheek as her mouth dropped open, gripping Momo's shoulders for her dear life as the older girl still kept fucking her through her orgasm.
Momo gently pressed a kiss on her cheek, where her tear traced its way, and slowed down her movements. Though she didn’t dare stop even after Jihyo's moans calmed down, determined to carry her to her second orgasm. She knew her girlfriend's body like the back of her hand now, it wouldn't take her long before Jihyo fell apart again.
Just like that, her second orgasm was calmer, more quiet and less earth shattering. It was comforting, even. Momo would kiss her again, whispering, “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” as Jihyo silently kept shedding tears. That attitude surely didn't belong to the girl who fucked her girlfriend senseless seconds ago, but what else could Momo do?
Just looking at Jihyo was making her breathe shakily, her after sex glow making her look even prettier than she was. Momo sometimes failed to believe that she was real. She might've been just programmed to do whatever Jihyo asks her to do and it was never once a burden for her. So what could she do except cherishing every single moment of this precious being? She had no idea.
All she knew for all these years was Jihyo; loving Jihyo. So she kept doing whatever she knew the best.
Jihyo calmed down only when Momo planted her whole body weight over hers with a sigh, squeezing her a little in a very comforting way. Here they were, when the schedules ended and everything else faded in the background, they found peace and only existed as one body– pressed so tight together to the point where Momo didn't know where she ends and where Jihyo starts.
She started feeling a little dizzy, which reminded her that they were still hungry. They desperately needed a shower and some food rather than Jihyo's sweet birthday cake or Momo's arousal. But Jihyo was more than ready to fall into the arms of her sleep and nuzzle into the crook of her girlfriend's neck. “I'm a lucky girl,” She murmured, her voice slightly muffled. “Luckiest birthday girl in the world. Thank you, my love.”
Momo wrapped her arms around the younger woman even tighter and pressed a kiss on her temple. “You make me the luckiest girl everyday,” Jihyo giggled, catching her lips in a loving kiss after Momo finished her words. “Thank you for existing, thank you for being mine,” Momo would whisper.
“Happy birthday, jagiya.”
