#dahmo fluff

“break’s over. let’s get back to practicing.” 

momo stood up from the couch, arms crossed as she waited for sana and dahyun to follow her lead. she stared down at the two of them, foot tapping impatiently — both were sprawled across the floor in exhaustion, not having moved an inch at her words. 

“just five more minutes,” dahyun whined, rolling over to her side and curling up into a little ball. sana giggled in agreement, but pushed herself up anyway. she planted a hand on the floor, slowly lifting herself into a seated position.

momo sighed. as the leader of their subunit choreography, she wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. they only had four days until their performance, and with the progress they were making, she wasn’t sure if it was enough to meet her expectations.

“how about just 3 more minutes, momoring?” sana asked sweetly, adding in a bright grin for good measure. 

momo warily glanced at the analog clock on the walls. 11:30pm. 3 more minutes couldn’t be that detrimental, right?

“just three more,” momo agreed, tone firm, but the hardness in her voice softened just slightly when she saw an adorable smile of relief spread across dahyun’s face. 

“quick, come here, dahyunnie. i’ll give you a massage,” sana grinned, gesturing for the youngest to sit up. dahyun shot up immediately at the words, scooting across the floor toward sana.

momo had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. the cold feeling in her stomach only spread as dahyun melted under sana’s touch, closing her eyes as her friend’s hands kneaded the muscles in her shoulder.

“that feels so good,” dahyun sighed, a pleased smile resting on her lips. that only seemed to make sana smile wider, her hands working overtime in trying to soothe the sore muscles of the girl in front of her.

momo had to physically tear her eyes away from the pair. instead, she kept her eyes locked on the glowing clock, feeling frustrated at how slow the minutes seemed to move. 

as soon as the clock hit 33, she clapped her hands loudly. sana flinched in surprise at the sudden sound, but momo paid no attention to that. 

“let’s run it from the top.”

—

“sana unnie, you’re not doing that right,” dahyun whined, putting both hands on sana’s shoulder. “we’re supposed to go behind momo unnie and do the leg extension thing.”

sana pouted dramatically. it was quiet in the practice room for a moment before the two exploded into laughter, hitting each others’ shoulders as they doubled over, clutching their stomachs. 

“you— i can’t—” sana gasped, face turning slightly red. she fell to the floor, eyes folded into half crescents as exhilarated giggles shot out of her. dahyun fell similarly, laughing spilling out of her as her shoulders shook.

momo just stared at the two of them, brows furrowed in infinite confusion. did she miss something? whatever it was, apparently it was hilarious. 

“are you two done?”

the laughter immediately quieted down. 

“sorry momoring — that one made a funny face at me,” sana said as she wiped the corner of her eye. 

dahyun, however, only looked up at momo with a stupidly bright grin. 

“you’re so grumpy, momo unnie.”

momo’s eyebrow twitched. 

“no im not.”

dahyun pushed herself off the floor, still grinning as she walked over. she stopped directly in front of momo, tilting her head slightly to the side. 

“see?”

“see what?”

“you’re doing the eyebrow thing.” 

dahyun immediately mimicked her expression, furrowing her brows and crossing her arms stoically. 

sana burst out laughing again, folding in half once more. 

momo’s faced warmed. the edges of her lips subconsciously tugged upwards. 

“cmon guys, just 15 more minutes. get in formation,” momo ordered, finally breaking eye contact with the younger girl. 

“yes ma’am.” dahyun gave an exaggerated salute before skipping to help sana get up. momo watched her go, jaw tightening.

of course. 

—

“dahyun, you’re getting the count wrong,” momo said not unkindly, pointing it out when she messed up the beat for the third time. 

“i am?” dahyun frowned, running over the choreography quickly.

“there,” momo instructed. her steps were half a beat off, barely noticeable to the point that even the trained eye wouldn’t quite catch it. “you’re moving a bit sluggishly. try tightening your core and doing the step just a breath faster.”

before dahyun could respond — probably something quippy — sana opened her mouth. “well, dahyunnie, i think you look great! your hip movement was especially good,” sana winked. it was obvious from her tone that she was teasing. 

“why thank you sana unnie,” dahyun blew her a kiss, playing into the bit. “i think im doing great too!”

momo didn’t even bother hiding her eye roll. they were being impossible. and so blatantly flirty. 

“dahyun, focus. start again from the chest isolation.” 

dahyun pouted, whispered something sulkily underneath her breath, and then complied. 

—

the car ride home was quiet. 

momo had both hands on the wheel, knuckles turning white at how hard she was gripping them. to amplify her frustration, dahyun seemed oblivious to her pettiness, humming as she reveled in the view of the city during nighttime.

momo couldn’t help but steal quick glances at the younger girl. she looked so innocent with her wide eyes towards the window, a hand resting comfortably on her chin. 

she would definitely going to be taught a lesson tonight. 

—

as soon as the apartment door shut behind them, momo pressed dahyun flush against the door, the action drawing a surprised gasp.

“what are you doing?” dahyun whispered, pupils darkening at the feel of momo’s hands on her waist.

momo didn’t reply. rather, she pressed her lips against dahyun’s throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

“unnie,” dahyun breathed, eyes closing halfway. her head instinctively leaned backwards, giving momo greater access to throat. momo jumped at the opportunity, pressing her body even closer against dahyun’s and sucking just beneath her pulse point. she only stopped when she was satisfied with her work, a dark blooming bruise that would take at least two layers of foundation to cover. 

momo pulled away from the crook of dahyun’s neck to really look at the younger girl. dahyun’s eyes were still closed, her breathing heavy as a light flush adorned her cheeks. momo’s eyes dropped to her lips — they were just slightly parted, as if enticing her for a kiss. 

momo leaned in and captured her lips, sliding her tongue into her mouth. the muffled moan that dahyun let out was enough to send a wave of heat throughout her body, concentrated especially near her core. 

“dahyun,” momo panted as she broke the kiss. “tell me — what came after the chest isolation?” with those words, momo placed one hand over dahyun’s clothed chest, cupping her breast through the thin t-shirt. 

momo didn’t fail to notice the way her breath stuttered, eyes going wide at the contact. dahyun audibly gulped as she slid that same hand under her t-shirt, the skin-on-skin touch dampening her already ruined panties. 

“i— unnie—” dahyun managed, heart nearly beating out of her chest as momo trailed her hands slowly to her chest, the sensation dotting goosebumps all over her skin. 

“cmon, think,” momo murmured. “after the chest isolation is?”

dahyun squeezed her legs together, trying to rack her brain and remember the choreography. her mind was a jumble of thoughts: momo, her hands, the way she was so close to her that she could faintly smell her perfume, the step, the way her core throbbed with desire—

“the s-step,” dahyun gasped out, her body jolting alive as momo’s thumb brushed over her nipple. her hips shifted, trying to find some nonexistent friction that would relieve just how badly she was aching down there. 

“mmm good girl,” momo grinned. “i knew you could do it.”

with those words, momo brought her hands out from under dahyun’s shirt and grabbed her wrist. she pulled the flustered girl into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind her.

“i want you to strip completely and lie down on the bed for me.”

dahyun couldn’t strip fast enough, almost stumbling as she practically ripped down her sweatpants and underwear in one go. she crawled on top of the sheets, looking at the japanese girl with hooded eyes. 

“there’s my good girl — i knew you could listen,” momo cooed, smirking at how well dahyun obeyed. 

dahyun’s cheeks flushed a darker shade, a sharp contrast to her pale skin. she felt an overwhelming urge to suddenly cover herself up, feeling particularly bare underneath momo’s hungry gaze — she made no attempt to hide her stare, eyes drinking in the sight before her with such intensity it almost felt tangible. 

momo’s eyes lingered for a while on the smooth expanse of dahyun’s tummy and the way her breasts swelled, nipples peaking from the cool air.

momo took off her own shirt, left in just baggy pants and a bra. she climbed onto the bed slowly, too slowly for dahyun’s liking. a quiet whimper of frustration sounded from her — she was dripping between her legs and momo was taking positively forever to touch her, just looking up and down every inch of her body without doing anything. 

dahyun spread her legs a little wider in the hopes that it would spur momo to move faster. she felt her pulse pick up when momo’s gaze dropped, tongue darting out to subconsciously wet her lower lip. 

she sighed when momo finally made contact with her skin — she was practically shaking from needing to be touched, the desire in her system causing little tremors throughout her body. momo was taking her sweet time, which was both infuriating and a turn-on at once. 

momo started at the base of her neck, gently tracing the hickey she’d marked. her fingers dipped lower, past her collarbones and between the valley of her breasts. then, very slowly, momo lowered her lips to her nipples, eyes still locked onto dahyun’s as she wrapped the hardened bud with her mouth. 

dahyun couldn’t help but groan at the feeling — momo’s lips were so warm, her tongue flicking against her hard nipple in the way she liked. she felt more wetness leak out of her. dahyun tried to bring her hand down to her dripping pussy when it became obvious that momo wasn’t going to touch her.

“nuh uh,” momo immediately slapped her hands away. dahyun whined in frustration — her body was on fire and momo was doing nothing but fanning the flames. 

“unnie, please s-stop teasing. i can’t take it anymore,” dahyun begged, feeling on the verge of tears. 

momo let go of dahyun’s nipple with an audible pop, staring at the way the younger girl’s eyes turned shiny with tears.

“so desperate,” momo tsked, dragging her hands down dahyun’s waist. her hands stopped just shy of her core, smirking at the way the girl under her writhed and tried to direct her hands lower. 

“unnie,” dahyun groaned as she threw her head back, hips rolling upwards as she did so. 

“where did all that attitude from practice go?” momo teased, taking pleasure in how needy the younger girl had become to the point that she was muttering incoherent phrases and begging her unnie to hurry up and touch her. 

at last, a stuttering gasp left dahyun’s lips as momo brought her fingers against dahyun’s dripping entrance. momo’s fingers slid easily against dahyun’s folds, each drag of her finger echoing a wet, squelching sound throughout the room.

momo slid one finger into her, going knuckle deep inside the younger girl. dahyun cried out, her walls immediately clenching. momo dragged her finger all the way out before slamming into her again, this time making contact with the spongy part of her g-spot.

“f-fuck,” dahyun mewled, hands fisting the sheets for support. momo’s pace only quickened, and once she deemed that dahyun was stretched out enough, she added a second digit.

she brought her free hand to circle dahyun’s clit, rubbing quick circles. dahyun was a mess of moans, whimpering and cursing lewd phrases.

“faster,” dahyun gasped, forcing her eyes open. the sight that greeted her was enough to push her closer to the edge: momo’s fingers disappearing in and out of her at an inhuman pace made her muscles tense, and she threw her head back when momo started to curl her fingers upwards.

“o-oh fuck,” dahyun moaned, body feeling limp. all the could feel was momo’s fingers pumping in and out, the coil in her lower abdomen tightening with each second.

“unnie,” dahyun whined, her moans going higher in pitch with each thrust and stroke of her clit. 

“you gonna cum?” momo panted, keeping her frantic pace. she couldn’t answer, too focused on chasing the white-hot pleasure of her release. 

just as dahyun approached her release, her climax about to snap, momo stopped. she pulled out her dripping fingers, wiping them on her pants. dahyun was left trembling, not from blinding pleasure but frustration.

“unnie, what the—” dahyun groaned loudly, immediately squeezing her legs tight and trying to find the lost friction.

momo lifted her hips and pulled her waistband down, kicking off her pants. momo leaned back with her elbows on the bed, the action flexing her toned abdomen.

“im not doing anything to help you cum,” momo murmured, her words evil but tone sweet. “you can either go to sleep unsatisfied or get yourself off on my thigh.”

dahyun couldn’t have jumped up faster — she immediately climbed onto momo’s thigh, hissing as her dripping pussy made contact with momo’s warm skin. dahyun grabbed onto her shoulders for support and started grinding, moving her hips in a way that dragged her clit against the muscles in momo’s thigh at the perfect angle.

momo’s own cheeks flushed as she stared at the girl on top of her, using her thigh to get herself off. dahyun’s eyes were closed, moans spilling freely from her lips.

it didn’t take long for dahyun to reach her climax again. momo could tell by the way her hips started stuttering, moving erratically with no sense of rhythm. dahyun’s arousal gushed past her thigh and onto the bedsheets, coating the covers below.

“unnie— f-fuck!” dahyun cried out, legs clamping around momo’s as her body spasmed. the new wave of wetness that covered momo’s thigh made her own hips lift which made dahyun groan.

dahyun shakily climbed herself off of momo’s leg and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy and pussy still leaking. 

momo gave dahyun just one minute to recover before pulling her own underwear down. she led dahyun’s head between her thighs — she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and dragging it over her drenched folds.