#mohyo

“Hello.” Momo propped the phone on her shoulder and pressed her ear against it to hold it in place, while she wiped her hands with a dishcloth. She had been cooking when the call came in.

“Can you come over to my place?” Not a “Hi, how are you? Are you busy? Are you doing okay?” No, none of that, just the same old question. Deep down, Momo knew that Jihyo didn’t care how she was doing because she knew that if she’d answered the call, it meant she wasn’t really busy. Or maybe she was, but she didn't mind putting aside what she was doing.

“Yes, I can.” Massaging her temples wasn’t going to make the guilt she felt about what she was doing go away, but at least it allowed Momo to ignore it for now.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you.” And after those simple words, Jihyo hung up. She didn’t need to say anything else because they both understood very well what this was all about.

Momo turned off the stove, tossed the dishcloth she’d used to wipe her hands into the sink, and grabbed her keys. For a second, she thought about going to change her clothes, maybe putting on something sexier or less scruffy than a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Maybe put on some makeup, at least a little blush and that new lipstick she’d bought last week, but there was no point. She didn’t need to wear makeup or dress sexy for Jihyo because Jihyo was only after one thing from Momo, just one simple thing, and then, once she got it, she’d discard her like a broken toy.

Sighing as she looked at the pot on the now turned off stove, Momo thought that maybe she really was a broken toy. There was no other explanation for running off in such an absurd way every time Jihyo called her, only a broken toy would do that. Or rather, a lap dog begging for some affection while its owner ignored it.

Amid those feelings of guilt that settled in the pit of her stomach and weighed her down, Momo put on the harness, just as she had done countless times in the past and would continue to do in the future. It was better to be prepared; Jihyo preferred it that way, and it was more convenient for the kind of fantasy they’d created between the two of them. Even if it made driving a little uncomfortable, it was better to have the harness and the toy on before arriving at Jihyo’s place. Even though the sweatpants wouldn’t cover anything and anyone could see the outline of the toy under Momo’s clothes.

The trip there was short, it always was. Jihyo didn’t live that far from her, and Momo drove really fast on those occasions. Not even Batman following the Batsignal would have gotten to Jihyo’s apartment as fast as Momo did.

Standing completely upright with her back straight, Momo knocked on the door three times, exactly three times. to announce that she had arrived and that it was her. It was probably a bit silly, since Jihyo wouldn’t be expecting anyone else; that was exactly why she’d called her. But even so, it gave her the feeling that she was doing something more important than just being a sex toy, a broken toy that she picked up when none of the others were available.

The door opened to reveal Jihyo, who was far too dressed up for the occasion. With her heavy makeup and provocative outfit, Momo wondered if she’d gone to a club to hang out but hadn’t managed to find anyone to satisfy her needs. Maybe no guy caught her eye, or maybe none of them dared to talk to her because they felt intimidated. That happened quite often with a woman as voluptuous and imposing as Jihyo.

Jihyo’s top showed more skin than was healthy for Momo to look at right now, not only because of the deep neckline but also because of how short it was.

Momo would have to be pretty cynical to say she didn’t enjoy looking at Jihyo’s breasts, but right now her abs were driving her crazy. Her abs were perfect, that mix of firmness that let her abdominal lines show through, and softness that made them tremble at just the right moments. Momo had to fight the urge to rest a hand on that stomach she loved to caress and kiss so much.

Jihyo’s miniskirt didn’t help much in keeping Momo’s mind off things either. It looked like it was sealed tightly around her skin, hugging her butt perfectly. It left her shapely legs exposed, legs that could drive anyone wild.

Momo was devouring Jihyo with her eyes when she gestured for her to come in, but she turned away without waiting for her to do so. It was obvious that Momo was going to follow her; she’d already made it to her door and wasn’t going to back down without getting what she’d come for.

On the coffee table sat an ashtray with several cigarette butts; that was probably why the window was open and the night breeze was seeping into the room. Rounding out the table’s decor were two empty bottles of soju, enough to lighten the mood and lower inhibitions, but not enough to get drunk. Not for Jihyo, at least, who had an unusually high tolerance for alcohol.

“Hi,” Momo greeted shyly, hanging her car keys by the door.

“Hi,” Jihyo replied, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. “Do you want anything? I have soju and wine… I think I have one beer left.”

“Beer.” The mildest option was best, considering that Momo would have to drive back home afterward. Maybe if she was lucky and Jihyo was feeling particularly needy that night, there might be a second round, but without a doubt, before sunrise, Momo would have to head home.

The prospect of driving home alone after satisfying Jihyo made her take a long swig from the beer can; when they sat down on the couch, she wasn’t able to refuse the joint Jihyo was offering her. Immediately after the first puff, Momo’s mind became deliciously hazy, making her forget the string of bad decisions she was making that night. Smoking weed was certainly one more on the list of bad decisions she was making under Jihyo’s influence.

“You weren’t busy, were you?” Jihyo asked the question as if she cared about the answer. It was a small gesture of consideration she had toward Momo, even though they both knew that Jihyo didn’t care what Momo was doing when she called her.

“No, I was just watching a show,” Momo replied, playing along as she handed the joint back to her. Jihyo took a drag without asking which show, or anything else for that matter. That was the extent of her effort to pretend she cared about interrupting Momo in the middle of the week, late at night, when she was sure Momo had to work the next day.

Momo had never understood how Jihyo could do that. Party for a night or two in a row in the middle of the week, hook up with some stranger, and then show up at work the next day as if nothing had happened. She’d probably be sleepy all day, struggling not to yawn in front of one of her superiors.

Somehow, the cramped space in the apartment felt abysmal when they sat in silence like that, side by side as they smoked. Momo was leaning back with her legs spread apart because the toy was bothering her, while Jihyo sat with her back straight and her legs together, almost as if she were trying to project the image of a good girl who knew how to behave. It seemed more like they were in Momo’s apartment rather than Jihyo’s.

Those quiet minutes just before the storm were so uncomfortable and agonizing. Neither of them dared to make a move; neither said anything compromising or mentioned the real reason why Momo was there so late at night in the middle of the week.

They didn’t have an agreement per se. Hell, they didn’t have anything at all. Jihyo wasn’t even able to admit that they were having sex, much less accept that she enjoyed it as much as she did. After all, Momo was always her last resort, even behind her own fingers or toys. No, Jihyo only called Momo when she couldn’t find someone, a guy, to fuck her the way she wanted, and masturbating just wasn’t enough. But she was never going to face the fact that Momo didn't have a dick and her boobs were almost as big as hers

Although Momo’s feelings were obvious to everyone, since she was terrible at hiding them, everyone had also heard Jihyo say time and time again that she wasn’t like that. Maybe she emphasized it too often to be just trying to convince others, but that was Jihyo. With a string of boyfriends who only lasted a couple of weeks, and just as many flings that weren’t even worth calling boyfriends.

And yet here they were, sitting in an awkward silence side by side. Their arms brushing against each other as they reached for their drinks, or with a touch that lasted longer than it should have as they passed the joint from hand to hand.

And so, almost without either of them realizing it, with their judgment clouded by weed and alcohol, Jihyo’s hand ended up on Momo’s thigh, and Momo’s hand wrapped around Jihyo’s waist. As if it were no big deal, silently and without looking at each other, one hand moved up and the other down until one grabbed the toy and the other a butt cheek.

If that had been a real cock instead of a toy, Momo probably would have come on the spot. The mere sight of Jihyo holding the toy over her sweatpants made her core throb; she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have Jihyo’s fingers wrapped around her flesh, real flesh, not a piece of inert plastic.

At this point, it was still too early for kissing; they were still exchanging heated glances and biting their own lips, but nothing more. It was too soon for Jihyo to stop being aware, or rather to stop caring, whose body she was exploring. They weren’t going to press their mouths together and let their tongues battle for dominance just yet, but they were going to do other things.

As if trying to open a Christmas present without tearing the wrapping, Jihyo slid the sweatpants down and revealed the toy between Momo’s legs. Heavy and rigid, the perfect size for her. The toy stood imposingly, and she wrapped her fingers around it, this time without the constraints of the pants.

Momo didn’t have to guide her head, it was never necessary, for Jihyo to slide into the tight space on the couch and end up face-to-face with the toy. That part always came naturally to her; Momo found it fascinating how Jihyo could kneel or lie down on her lap to take the cock into her mouth. She could never do the same.

For now, she didn’t have to do anything but watch and fondle Jihyo. Her role in this part of the lie they’d concocted was still passive, at least as far as the rest of her body was concerned. Because it took no effort at all to reach out and caress Jihyo’s thigh, while Jihyo’s breath fogged the polished surface of the toy due to their closeness.

By the time Jihyo gave her cock a lick, Momo’s hand was playing with the hem of her skirt, trying to go beyond what was decent. But what decency remained between the two of them in moments like these? Nothing. It was all a very well-crafted lie that, for the sake of something greater, they both refused to break. A fabricated reality in which they lived, unable or unwilling, to accept anything else.

Jihyo’s lips closed around the tip of Momo’s cock, and her heart throbbed. It drove her crazy to see Jihyo like that, but it also filled her stomach with bile to imagine Jihyo doing this to someone else. She loathed the idea that it wasn’t usually in front of her that Jihyo knelt down to fill her mouth with someone else’s anatomy. She didn’t want to think about those things, but she couldn’t help but realize that none of those guys were worthy of feeling that warm mouth close around them, devouring their very beings; and even more tragically, that she would never get to feel that same mouth where she needed it most right now.

Was it pathetic to admit that her cunt was getting wet while at the same time she got angry watching Jihyo suck on a plastic dick? It probably was, but Momo had to accept that that wasn’t the only pathetic thing about her. Maybe it was the least pathetic thing, considering the way she’d run like a lap dog every time her phone rang with the ringtone that only played when Jihyo called.

Jihyo knelt on the couch, partly to suck better, partly to give Momo free access to her ass. The leather skirt was so tight that it was hard to pull up, but when she managed it, she was rewarded with the sight of Jihyo’s perfect butt. A thong, too small to cover more than the bare minimum, ran between her buttocks, framing the woman’s round, firm glutes. Momo wasted no time grabbing a handful of those buttocks while holding Jihyo’s hair back with her other hand, keeping it away from her face so she could focus on the blowjob.

It was obvious that Momo couldn’t feel a thing, but it was also clear just how much of the toy Jihyo had managed to swallow as if it were nothing. Between gasps and other delightful sounds, Jihyo hadn’t let herself be intimidated by the size of the cock, which was now pressing against her uvula and continuing to push forward. She didn’t stop there and went down a little further, just a few inches before pulling back to catch her breath.

Jihyo’s hand wrapped around the base and began to stroke it, aided by the saliva she herself had left on the cock. Momo moaned. Jihyo’s full lips were slightly parted as she breathed, her lipstick slightly smudged. Momo was dying to kiss those lips, to let her own lips finish smudging Jihyo’s lipstick. But it wasn’t time yet; Jihyo wasn’t yet intoxicated enough with lust to let her kiss her. Not there, at least.

Instead, Jihyo lowered herself again to press her lips against the tip, and from there, take in as much of the cock as she could. Her head moved up and down while wet sounds escaped her mouth, making Momo’s pulse race.

Poor Momo. Condemned to a front-row seat watching Jihyo’s obscene performance without being able to feel a thing. At least when Jihyo was riding her, the harness provided some friction against her private parts, but this? This only stimulated her visually and aurally. In any case, she was sure her panties were ruined because of the effect the show was having on her.

To distract herself from the turmoil between her legs, Momo tugged at Jihyo’s thong, which earned her a moan from Jihyo and a squeeze on her thigh, but little more than that. Jihyo kept moving her head with the same energy, making the same sounds, sucking like someone who clearly had much more experience with that than Momo cared to admit.

Was that really that pleasurable? Was it actually that wonderful to voluntarily choke on someone’s anatomy the way Jihyo was doing? That was another thing Momo couldn’t understand about her, the diligence she put into delighting in a phallus, even if it was nothing more than a piece of plastic. As if it were necessary to make it clear to everyone, and boy, was everyone aware of it, just how much Jihyo loved bouncing on it crazy style.

With one last muffled sound, Jihyo finished the blowjob, leaving the cock covered in a thick layer of saliva and Momo’s crotch thoroughly as damp as a swamp after a rainy afternoon.

With a hypnotic, or rather obscene, movement Jihyo wiped away the remnants of saliva and smudged lipstick by sliding her thumb along the edge of her mouth. Her breathing was ragged, and her gaze was fixed on Momo, who continued to grip Jihyo’s buttock as if it belonged to her. It didn’t.

There was no point in saying it out loud because the next step was obvious. Momo’s sweatpants flew off her legs, and immediately afterward, Jihyo was climbing on top of her. With one knee planted on the couch and the other bent to keep her center just a few millimeters from the tip of the toy, Jihyo pulled her thong aside. Momo gripped the dildo, rubbing it between Jihyo’s newly exposed folds. Jihyo gasped and let herself fall.

A single fluid motion was enough to impale Jihyo on Momo’s dick. Her walls stretched and tightened around the intruding dildo, causing a loud moan to escape her. Now sitting on top of the other, Jihyo trembled as she felt the toy fill her in a delicious way. The alcohol and weed were coursing through her system, but now a more potent drug was taking hold of her, the uncontrollable lust of feeling her core invaded by such a massive size.

Unable to wait any longer, Jihyo clung to the collar of Momo’s sweatshirt and began to ride her, moving her hips. She traced circles with her lower body to adapt to the cock she now held inside her. Soon those movements weren’t enough, and Jihyo found herself forced to change the direction in which she rocked her hips. Now back and forth, moaning as the tip of the toy reached the deepest recesses of her being.

For her part, Momo didn’t stay still either. First, she held Jihyo by the hips to help her with the movement, but when it became clear that Jihyo was the one setting the pace, her hands moved upward. Finding the string that held Jihyo’s top firmly in place, Momo pulled on the knot to untie it and free Jihyo’s breasts from the constriction of her top. Instantly, her breasts were released from all restraint, hanging beautifully right in front of Momo’s face, while Momo tossed the top aside somewhere unimportant.

It was a wonderful sight that left Momo completely mesmerized. Having Jihyo lying almost naked on top of her wasn’t as exclusive a privilege as one might expect, but right now, to Momo, it meant the whole world. Her breasts moved in a gentle rhythm, following the echoes of her hips’ thrusts, leaving Momo unsure of where to look. She chose to focus on Jihyo’s neck, where a bulging vein revealed the effort she was putting into fucking herself with Momo’s cock.

It was a quick movement, something that just a few minutes ago would have earned her a scolding, but now drew a sigh from Jihyo. Momo couldn’t hold back any longer and lunged to lick Jihyo’s neck, sliding her tongue upward and leaving a trail of saliva on the other woman’s warm tanned skin. As she moved, she could taste the salty flavor of Jihyo’s sweat, which felt like an aphrodisiac on her tongue, driving her to want more and more. Unafraid of being pushed away, because she already knew that right now Jihyo was intoxicated with lust, Momo continued moving higher and higher up her neck until her mouth found Jihyo’s jaw and gave it a little nibble. It was more of a playful nip with her teeth than anything else, because she was well aware that she wasn’t allowed to leave marks on Jihyo.

Then Momo did something she’d been wanting to do ever since she arrived here, perhaps even since she received the call that interrupted her quiet night. At last, Momo was able to press her lips against Jihyo’s with no other consequence than Jihyo accepting the kiss.

Jihyo tasted like a mixture of tobacco, soju, and marijuana. But there was also the warmth of her breath directly on Momo’s mouth and the silky strawberry flavor of her lipstick. An intoxicating blend, a natural aphrodisiac for Momo, that flooded her system and clouded her senses even further. That, combined with Jihyo’s perfume, a fragrance that smelled of wood and flowers with a hint of what might have been berries, prompted Momo to wrap her arms around Jihyo’s back.

She knew Jihyo wasn’t going anywhere, not right now, but that didn’t stop her from clinging to her, trying to avoid a repeat of past experiences from more inopportune moments. Moments when Momo hadn’t read the situation correctly and, instead of receiving a kiss, had ended up with a door slammed in her face while she desperately tried to pull up her pants. But now it was different; Jihyo was responding to the kiss, playing with her lips, and threatening to bring her tongue into it. Momo let her do as she pleased, and soon Jihyo was exploring the inside of Momo’s mouth, invading with her tongue a place that belonged to no one else, but which she rarely claimed.

Knowing it wasn’t necessary, that Jihyo wouldn’t push her away, Momo cupped one of her breasts with her open hand, trying to cover as much as she could. Instantly, the flesh spilled through her fingers, and a moan was released straight into her mouth. Jihyo’s hard nipple dug into her palm like a red-hot bar, undeniable proof of the electric sensations coursing through her body.

They parted their lips for a brief moment, breathing heavily as they pressed their foreheads together, while Jihyo kept moving her hips, before merging once more in that desperate, hungry kiss that stole their breath away.

Knowing she was free from all restraint, Momo wasn’t content with just groping Jihyo’s breast; she needed more of her. She was hungry for the woman who unleashed those passions within her but refused to acknowledge them. Momo tugged at the hard nipple, and Jihyo responded by biting her lip. Her next move was to tug at Jihyo’s hair with just the right amount of force, enough to drive Jihyo wild but not enough to make her lose control of the situation, a balance Momo had struggled to master through many attempts.

Demonstrating incredible physical agility, Jihyo made a few small jumps, bouncing on Momo’s lap and repeatedly impaling herself on the cock that was invading her core. Seeking support, Jihyo clung to Momo and pushed her against her chest, between her wonderful breasts. Now, instead of pulling, Momo sucked on Jihyo’s nipple, teasing the hard, sensitive bud with her tongue.

Jihyo stopped bouncing and resumed riding, throwing her head back and opening her mouth to vocalize what Momo was making her feel, perhaps a bit louder than she should have, considering it was a weekday. Something that would probably end in a complaint about noise, but that wasn’t Momo’s problem.

If that happened, she’d never find out. She knew perfectly well that Jihyo would never, ever mention anything like that to her, that as soon as she walked through the door to return home, this clandestine encounter would be immediately forgotten; at least as far as Jihyo was concerned. Momo, for her part, would treasure it until she had another chance to revel once more in Jihyo’s perfect anatomy.

With her hands free to do whatever she wanted, Momo clung to Jihyo’s ass, gripping her buttocks with both hands, greedily feeling every millimeter of her skin. Unlike her breasts, Jihyo’s buttocks were firm and smooth, which allowed Momo to squeeze even harder. Her butt was the perfect testament to how much Jihyo took care of her appearance, and Momo was delighted to be able to appreciate firsthand the results of being so meticulous.

If things were different and they were in Jihyo’s bed, maybe right now she’d be admiring that wonderful butt. But today Jihyo seemed to be more in need than usual, so they obviously wouldn’t make it to the bed, maybe Momo wouldn’t even go anywhere at all if she didn’t satisfy her as expected and a second round was needed.

Momo’s playful fingers found the thong and tugged it aside, now giving her free access to Jihyo’s butt crack. Then her fingers ventured further, and Momo reached Jihyo’s sweaty asshole. She caressed her gently there, or as gently as the frantic movements of the woman riding her would allow.

Being pressed more tightly against Jihyo’s chest and having Jihyo tangle her fingers in Momo’s hair to hold her face in place was all the confirmation Momo needed. Tracing small circles over the wrinkled back entrance, she prepared her for what was to come, stretching her out before her next move. Then it was time to apply a little more pressure, to push harder, and finally to feel her finger slide inside.

When Momo slipped the tip of her finger into Jihyo’s ass, just the first knuckle, Jihyo let out a moan louder than the ones before. From the apartment next door, they heard banging on the wall; someone had definitely woken up from the noise they were making and was annoyed. But they didn’t care at all.

Momo couldn’t stop sucking on Jihyo’s nipple and grabbing her ass, while Jihyo seemed like she wasn’t going to stop for anything in the world. Luckily for Momo, Jihyo was riding her with such intensity that the harness provided just the right amount of friction against her private parts to stimulate her as well. Touching Jihyo, being able to immerse herself in her while she had her straddling her lap, was already enough to cause Momo’s crotch to flood. But the way the harness rubbed against her, following Jihyo’s movements, was exquisite and was pushing her to the edge very quickly.

Both were so close, teetering on the precipice of orgasm. One riding, the other being ridden. Both enjoying the moment and each other in their own way, whether consciously or not.

The first to reach the point of no return was Jihyo. Momo saw it coming in the way her movements became more erratic, in the way her anus squeezed Momo’s finger, in the way Jihyo pressed her against her chest. These were all unmistakable signs that Jihyo couldn’t hold on much longer, and that’s exactly what happened. But Momo wasn’t there yet; she still needed a little more. Just a few more seconds, a few more strokes against her soaking-wet crotch, and she, too, would reach release. But of course, Jihyo didn’t care about that. She couldn’t really feel Momo’s body, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have cared.

Jihyo came hard, gasping and moaning as she pressed herself against Momo to withstand the onslaught of sensations flooding her body. Electricity coursed through her entire body in a delightful way, but it was also like being in heaven, floating weightlessly. Her muscles tensed for a few seconds and then turned to clay that crumbled in Momo’s hands.

Suddenly, Jihyo stopped her riding just at the most inopportune moment for Momo. Her core throbbed, constricted by her panties, shielded by the harness that had stimulated her but was now an obstacle to her own pleasure. Momo felt all those beautiful sensations recede from her body just as Jihyo collapsed on top of her.

So close, she’d been so close to coming. But now Jihyo was nothing more than a limp, gasping body on top of her. There was no movement, no stimulation, nothing left for Momo except Jihyo’s weight pressing down on her. So close, she’d been so close, but now the pleasure that had clouded her mind was receding, leaving her painfully aware of that weight in her stomach. It was the kind of thing she preferred to ignore every time she came here and ended up in the same situation.

Between gasps and heavy breathing, Jihyo let herself fall to one side to lie back on the couch. Momo couldn’t help it; she had no power to restrain Jihyo’s movements. Not now, at least, as consciousness slowly returned to her body. Not now that Jihyo had already gotten what she wanted and didn’t need her for anything else tonight.

Without getting up from the couch, her legs slightly apart revealing the aftermath of her encounter with Momo, her skirt wrinkled at the waist, her hair disheveled, Jihyo managed to light a cigarette. Momo hated that; she hated how Jihyo always had to smoke after an orgasm. The smell of tobacco was like the smoke of unholy incense, marking the end of this ritual to which Momo had submitted as a victim, a ritual to which she would voluntarily surrender herself again the next time she was summoned for it.

She couldn’t blame herself, at least not for what she felt. Right now, to her, Jihyo was the most beautiful creature in existence. Sprawled on the couch, nearly naked, with smudged lipstick and tousled hair. But there was also that beautiful blush on her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes she couldn’t hide, the way her lips trembled when she tried to suppress a smile. Momo saw all that and couldn’t blame herself for what she felt toward her, at least not for the positive part of it.

But the inevitable happened sooner rather than later. Jihyo finished her cigarette and suddenly felt vulnerable. She became aware of her nakedness, of who she was with, of what they had just done. The euphoria of pleasure gave way to the serious, somewhat heavy-hearted Jihyo, very different from the Jihyo who had called Momo.

Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes after giving Jihyo that incredible orgasm. Fifteen minutes after making her come like no one else could, Momo had stopped at a red light. She was sitting behind the wheel of her car on her way back home.

The car behind her honked impatiently, urging her to move forward, but tears blurred her vision, and anyway, Momo wasn’t even looking at the traffic light. She let the cars pass her without making a move, unable to continue driving right now. The tears wouldn’t let her see, and her hands were shaking. Right now, she couldn’t move from there.

She could smell Jihyo’s scent everywhere. On her clothes, on her face, Jihyo’s scent was all over her hands, and now her car smelled like her too. Perhaps it was also because Momo was still wearing the harness strapped between her legs; the toy, still dirty and soaked, was steeped in Jihyo’s scent. It was torture she didn’t deserve.

She thought about taking off the toy, about throwing the entire harness out the window and driving off without looking back, but Momo knew she couldn’t do it. If she did, she’d probably end up running back to retrieve it anyway, to put it away and keep it as a treasure, because that was the only thing she had of Jihyo, the only real thing left to her after these encounters.

There was no point in trying to get rid of the toy because Momo knew all too well how her night would end. Wrapped in her sheets with her hand buried between her legs, she’d clean the toy of any remaining fluids and imagine that it was Jihyo she had in her mouth, not a plastic substitute that didn’t even resemble her.

Momo wiped away her tears, put the car in first gear, and continued on her way back home. If she was lucky, she’d manage to get some sleep that night.

A/N:

I was supossed to do other things instead of write, but once again I stumbled with that song (One of your gilrs by Troye Sivan) and ended wondering who in Twice. The next thing I knew was that I was writting Mohyo once again.

I want to take a moment to dedicate this to Pope Leo XIV and the holy war.

I don't know why I keep making Momo so sad. Sorry my love but I can´t stop. You should learn to not expect a happy ending from me, at least not in most of the cases.

dance practice is quieter, slower, and less impactful today.

everyone can tell right off the back that no one is making much of any progress, and so it's cut short. nayeon is the first to leave, having a busy schedule. two thirds of misamo heading out, followed by the others soon after - leaving just you as well as jihyo and momo, who stayed to actually practice.

you lingered, having no schedule to head to, knees pressed against your chest and your head resting on the tops of your thighs as you watched the two ambitious members re-dance beat after beat. their scents coated the room. twice's alphas. the only two in the group, actually. you felt safer staying here, especially because you were currently in the midst of your heat cycle. you'd taken the suppressants, so you weren't worried about being near them, and your softer scent didn't appear to be throwing them off any.

"lets take a break," jihyo nods, cutting off the music and walking over to her bag near you. she crouches, looking up with a soft smile. "hanging in there?"

momo sighed from her position in the middle of the room, glancing back and running a hand through her recently lightened locks. you give a tiny smile and a nod. "...yeah, doesn't feel too weird."

jihyo hums, slipping her water bottle up and taking a slow drink. she sighs as she sets it down. "well, let us know if you start feeling weird, yeah? might need to give you a new dose."

momo stayed quiet during the exchange, but nodded along with jihyo's words, her hand idly rubbing the back of her neck. a wave of her scent pushed, curling intently around you. it felt like a hug, one of which you gratefully accepted. she didn't need to outwardly voice her care for you in order to make it known that she cared. and that - you appreciated.

your eyes danced back to jihyo, who watched the exchange closely. you glanced over her jaw and down to her juncture. the indentation of a soft mark had been made years ago. you'd seen it then - everybody had. but nobody questioned it. nor did they question when momo had entered with her own equally large mating mark. it was quietly accepted and passed on, and anytime the single members of twice needed help during their heat cycles, they knew who to come to.

jihyo's eyes found yours. a slow smile formed. "...why didn't you come to us? when it..started."

you paused, thinking it over. momo and jihyo were both very fine alphas, and they'd so diligently helped all the girls out with their heat cycles when requested. but the thought had hardly crossed your mind. slowly, you shrug. "i'm used to handling it myself, I think? i figured I wouldn't try to take up more of your time. especially with the new comeback, and all the practices we have to do."

"it's better to handle it." momo finally spoke, her voice soft yet lower than usual. she took a step toward the two of you, and jihyo's head snapped over. they shared a look - but momo pressed on. "your heat slows us down, in the long run. don't you think? we can't focus too well, even if you are on suppressants. and all of the omegas today knew about your cycle and were on edge."

your cheeks burn. jihyo scoffs. "they weren't on edge-"

"nayeon's scent spiked everytime she walked near her," momo shook her head. "and jeongyeon kept side glancing her. we should just handle her cycle and get it over with so the practices go smoother."

jihyo squints.

you soften. "she makes a point."

the leaders eyes now shift to you. she sucks in a breath. "but- is that something you'd want..? you've never asked us for something like this. I... I assumed it was very intimate for you."

"it is, but-" you gently shift in your seat, scent wavering. both alphas' noses twitch. "I know you guys. I feel safe with the two of you. and momo's right, I can't keep holding us up in practices because I feel a little hot."

momo's eyes track your every movement. slowly, her voice falls to a whisper. "so it's settled, then?" she looks to jihyo. "we'll help her?"

jihyo sighs through her nose, holding your gaze for a few long moments before releasing the tension in her shoulders and nodding gently. "...we'll help her."

-

the bed dips slowly as momo settles behind you, jihyo leaning against the wall nearby. the suppressants have long worn off, leaving you pliant in the eldest's touch.

her scent is thick and heavy in the walls of the room, roping around you and pressing your body back against hers as she greedily sniffs at your juncture, her hands exploring up and down your waist. you don't need to see, you know she's hard. the feeling of her pressed against your back end makes you weak in the knees - but your eyes are unable to leave jihyo's. she's calculating, squinting here and there as she watches her alpha tease your body.

"you smell divine," momo rasps, sliding your shirt up and off. you whimper as the cold of the room bites your skin, and jihyo subtly reaches for the thermostat, turning it higher. the older alpha drags her hands up your body, sighing into your neck and placing down a series of warm, wet kisses. you tremble slightly, whimpering in her hold. "...so cute.."

her hands meet your breasts through their bra, squeezing and kneading, puffing up your nipples with each tug. she slides your bra up, freeing your chest, and playing slowly with the hardened peaks there. you squirm softly, feeling so exposed - but not because of the way momo touches you, but because of the way jihyo watches.

she can't seem to look away as momo nips your jaw, making you gasp. at the way you head slides back softly, her girlfriend's eyes meeting her own as she teases your nipples and slides her dominant hand down to your panties, pushing past them and putting on and erotic display as your hips buck, a shy moan escaping.

the slick between your legs is wet and heavy with the scent of arousal. it practically coats momo's fingers as she runs her middle and ring up from the bottom to the start of your slit, gathering it up and raising her rhand up and out for jihyo to see.

"look at how wet she is, darling..."

jihyo makes a stiff noise across the room, discreetly looking down and adjusting her pants. you look back over - and it clicks. sure, both women were alpha's, and you, the sole omega in the room. but momo was in charge - not jihyo, for once. the way she had obediently ducked her head said it all, coupled with the fact that she hadn't even joined you at the bed.

she was waiting on momo's every command.

a shot of arousal slipped down to your core, and momo hummed as your scent spiked deliciously. "seems like someone figured it out," she cooed, bringing her hand back to your panties and now rubbing you up and down from the outside. you whimpered, hips bucking. "jihyo's such a cute little alpha, don't you think? especially when she's like this.."

you whimper, but it's clear momo expects an answer. "y-yes.."

"good girl," momo drops the title like it's nothing, her fingers looping around the band of your panties and tugging them clean off. she parts your legs and looks up, her finger hooking and waving over jihyo who obediently strides over, throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. and all it takes is one word from momo. "eat."

jihyo slips onto the bed and down onto her stomach, glancing up into your eyes and then to momo, before she leans in. her tongue is eager, lapping at your slick folds and coating them in her saliva. instantly, your eyes roll back. your thighs tickle with the need to slam shut, but momo keeps them open, applying a warning nip to your jaw - of which you heed obediently. jihyo's tongue, however, is like heaven.

it swirls around your clit and dips back into your folds, lewd sucks and groans tumbling from her lips as she laps up every ounce of your slick arousal, before leaning in even further. her nose brushes up against your clit as she moves, making out with your pussy and pushing her tongue inside of you with ease. you clench around the wet muscle, whimpering at the sensation. meanwhile, momo moves back to your breasts again, teasing and playing with them to work you up.

her erection presses needily against you from behind, an she subtly sits off to the side - giving you all the hint you need. your hand falls over, wrapping around her cock (of which she already tugged from it's confinding boxers) and giving an experimental stroke. momo growls into your ear, and you take it as a good sigh, sliding your hand up and down in a faster motion. from what you heard from the other girls during their cycles, momo appreciated getting all the attention during sex. at first you had shrugged it off as her being more of a bottom.

god, were you wrong.

jihyo continued to eat you out, her own hand slipping down and adjusting herself in her boxers and sweats. she didn't dare touch herself, however. not until momo lowly growled an okay, busy with sucking dark spots onto your neck. jihyo whined into your cunt, reaching and tugging down her panties and boxers. she leaned up on her knees, stroking her cock quickly as precum drizzled.

you were pushed forward by momo, who took up the space behind you, her coxk nuzzling your folds from behind. you hand't eve realized you were on all fours all of a sudden. but momo gave a shove in, fitting half of her thick cock in one go, and you thrust forward from the sensation, taking some of jihyo's cock in your lips. both women groaned, and jihyo's scent coated the walls instantly, being overpowered quickly by momo's stronger, thicker one. the older thrust further into you, making sure her knot was nice and snug, before popping out and back in in the form of shallow thrusts.

"fuck, so wet.." the eldest whispered, as jihyo gently guided you head back and forth on her cock. each thrust made you slightly gag around her, teeth just barely scraping her knot. but jihyo fucking loved it. she whimpered each and everytime you did so, thrusting her hips up.

"a-ah..goddamn.." whispered the younger, her hand sliding to grip a chunk of your hair as you inadvertantly deepthroated her.

momo's cock was thick and filling, pushing you to your limit each and everytime she thrust in, hitting your womb. but god did you love it, she felt so damn good, pulsing within you, nuzzling your walls, kissing your womb, stretching you out like you were nothing but a damn ragdoll. your heat made the warmth in your chest blossom quickly, the effects of your incoming orgasm already taking place as momo made a noise to jihyo, who quickly pulled out of your mouth.

"a-ah..what are you-"

"shh, shh," jihyo whispered softly, watching momo readjust. you were tugged up, the print of her thick cock crowning in your tummy as a big bulge. jihyo moved closer, rubbing her cock's tip against your clit as she slid down to your already full hole. momo lifted you easily, and you had only a second to squint, before you were shoved back down. a loud scream-like moan escaped your lips, and you fell forward slightly against jihyo's strong body as two cocks filled your pussy.

your orgasm rocked through you almost immediately. intense pleasure blinded by pain. jihyo dropped a kiss on your shoulder, her cock pulsing. meanwhile momo rubbed your back, giving you time to adjust. after a few long moments however, the couple used your slick cum to their advantage, lifting you up slightly and seating you back down.

thrusting while two cocks filled you was hard, and their motions became sloppy very quickly. jihyo moved your head, pressing sloppy kisses to your lips, and momo grunted from behind, taking you from her and pressing equally wet kisses against your lips.

you were passed around so easily as they fucked deep into your abused cunt, and it didn't take long for their own climaxes to build. the feeling of being enveloped by your wet heat, along with their cocks brushing together, scents mingling, sent them nearly over the edge. jihyo squeezed your hips, momo reached around to rub your clit, overstimulating you into a brief, quicker orgasm as she slammed you down a final time.

simultaneously, both alphas' bit your neck. you whined out - hot cum gushing into your womb easily. momo was the first to pull off your neck, lifting you up and down quickly. "fuck, take it, baby, take our pups.."

jihyo groaned, tugging off and licking the wound. "gonna get you nice and full..ah, fuck.."

your head went dizzy at the words. your cunt clenched eagerly around them, and both alpha's felt renewed passion enter them. they both tugged out once their knots had shrunken, leaving cum leaking from your gaping hole. gently, momo bent and kissed your head.

"you take us so well.."

jihyo shifted softly, rubbing your twitching thighs. she swallowed, hiding the way her cock hardened, seeing a mix of hers, momo's and your own cum leaking from your reddened pussy. "...again."

momo glanced back, and you whined.

"are you-"

"again."

and this time, it was momo who complied, nodding along. she looked down at you. "rest, angel. let us handle this."

and obediently, exhaustion took over as your eyes slipped shut.

but deep down, a warm sense of appreciation nuzzled it's way in.

The night was electric, intense bass shaking the floor of the club as idols sworn to secrecy danced and drank to their hearts desire. Twice, along with many other groups had decided that tonight was going to be dedicated to relieving all the pent up stress from the packed schedules that had burdened them. It was a quiet Saturday night in Seoul, the streets usually bustling with civilians pushing through crowds were empty. It was 1am, not late but not early. No one inside the club was in a hurry to leave as they had a rare day off tomorrow.

Jihyo sat at the bar, nursing a beer and pretending to listen to whatever Sana was rambling about next to her. Jihyo loved Sana--how could she not--but the bubbly Japanese girl talked so much about nothing. She couldn't seem to organize her thoughts that ran a million miles an hour in her head. But it wasn't that Jihyo didn't wan't to listen to her, she certainly did, it was the fact that a certain brown haired Japanese girls was dancing in the crowd and looking so, so divine.

Momo wore a red fitted dress that hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her full hips and the shape of her chest while clinging tightly to her small waist. God, Jihyo could only imagine what her smooth pale skin would feel like under her fingers, how her perfume would smell as Jihyo left marks on the delicate skin of her neck, how her lips would taste against hers, the sounds she would make pressed up against the bathroom door as Jihyo showed her just how skilled her hands really were. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy when Nayeon pressed up against the girl, hands landing on her hips and pulling her closer.

"You're staring again, Hyo." Sana chuckled over her fruity cocktail. Jihyo hadn't even noticed Sana had stopped talking.

"Am not..." the leader would grumble as her cheeks flushed and her body sank lower into the bar stool. Her gaze still hadn't left the scene of Nayeon and Momo practically grinding against each other on the dance floor.

"You're literally looking at Nayeon-unnie like you're going to march over there and chop her head off. It's really funny," Sana giggled as she took a sip of her cocktail. Jihyo groaned, finally tearing her gaze away from the brown haired goddess on the dance floor. She aggressively dropped her beer against the table with a loud thud before dropping her face in to her hands.

"I wish I was Nayeon sometimes..." She sighed as she rubbed her face tiredly.

"You do know they're not dating, nor sleeping with each other, right?" Sana said as she reached over to hold Jihyo's hand. Jihyo would hesitate to answer, chewing at her lip and staring at the marble bar top. She studied the way the thin black streaks moved through the shiny white stone like a river, refusing to meet Sana's eyes.

"I doubt thats true." She would say with a groan as she clenched her fists. Get it together, Park.

Jihyo picked up her beer with her free hand, downing the last of the golden liquid in the mug before asking the bartender for a refill. Sana shot her a concerned look but shrugged it off, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop their leader.

--

On the dance floor, Momo pressed up against Nayeon with her arms around her neck, Nayeons on her hips.

"Is it just me or is Jihyo like... kind of weird these days?" Momo said into Nayeons ear as they swayed to the rythm. Nayeon quirked an eyebrow despite the younger girl not being able to see her face.

"How so? She seems pretty... oh. Oh." A smirk plastered against the oldest of the groups face, pulling away from Momo ever so slightly to look her in her eyes. Their noses bumped against each other, proximity that would often be deemed as "too close for friends" but was completely normal for them.

"She's been weird alright." She would smile before abandoning Momo and walking over to the table where Jeongyeon, Mina, and Chaeyong sat.

Momo was left confused in the middle of the dance floor but she shrugged it off, opting to go quench her thirst with a shot of soju. She made her way towards Sana and Jihyo who seemed to be in a very one-sided conversation, Jihyo's face in her hands and Sana talking a mile a minute as usual. Momo ignored how when Sana caught her eye she had nudged Jihyo and muttered something that made the leader tense and sit up a little straighter.

Momo smiled politely at the two of them as she stepped in between the barstools, Sana on her left and Jihyo on her right. She leaned over, elbows on the bartop, asking the bartender for three shots of peach soju, one for each of them.

Jihyo gulped, unable to keep her eyes from drifting to the older girls chest, the soft pale skin looking so markable. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sana coughing and kicking her chair, her gaze immediately moving to her hands.

Momo hadn't noticed the leaders gaze but she had certainly noticed her awkward silence. She hadn't had time to dwell on that thought as the bar tender placed the three shots in front of them. Momo handed one to Sana who thanked her with a playful edge and a certain glimmer in her eyes that contained an affection Sana only carried for Momo. When Momo turned to hand one to Jihyo, the leader politely declined,

"I'm alright, I have my own drink." She said, awkwardly picking up her beer.

"More for me I guess," Momo responded with a half hearted smile. She raised her shot glass, clinking it against Sanas,

"Here's to a break!" She said before downing the liquid in a blink of an eye. She didn't hesitate before downing the shot Jihyo had rejected, placing the glass inside of the empty one she had previously drank.

Jihyo couldn't bring herself to look anywhere in Momo's direction, knowing her mind would lead her into perverted fantasies she would not allow herself to have.

--

As the night passed, Momo would come back multiple times for more shots, each time a little less stable on her feet than the last. Jihyo would lose her resolve, the amount of beer she had consumed starting to catch up on her.

"I'll be right back, Sana. Gonna go freshen up a bit." Jihyo said as she felt her head spin. She stood up from the stool, stumbling a bit before stabilizing herself and ignoring Sana's concerned look. Sana nodded and kept silent, watching as the younger girl made her way through the crowd. Something that caught Sana's attention was that Momo was nowhere to be seen. A thought crossed through her head and with a smirk she sighed, leaning against the countertop, "These two idiots," she chuckled to herself.

Nayeon sat on Jeongyeons lap, watching as Jihyo proceeded down the hallway towards the bathroom that Momo was currently in.

"How much do you want to bet that they're going to fuck by the end of tonight?" Nayeon said to Jeongyeon as she leaned against her, head falling on to her shoulder.

"We both know those two losers are going to fuck and ignore each other like the other has the dancing plague after this." Jeongyeon retorted, earning a laugh from Nayeon and Chaeyoung along with a small smile from Mina.

--

Jihyo pushed open the door to the womens bathroom, shocked when it swung open and revealed Momo standing behind it about to leave.

"Uh, sorry Hyo. I was about to leave, you can... you can go." Momo said as she awkwardly stepped aside to let Jihyo in. They both stood there, Jihyo's back to Momo. Jihyo wore a black backless dress that dove deep, exposing her entire back. Momo gulped at the sight of the leaders tanned skin, a sight she had seen many times before yet it felt different right now for some odd reason. She would blame it on the alcohol running through her veins.

Jihyo turned around, walking past Momo and closing the door behind her and locking it with a soft click. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the taller Japanese goddess who's face was soft underneath the dim lighting of the bathroom. She was breathtaking. Absolutely irresistible. Jihyo couldn't contain herself anymore. She slowly made her way towards Momo who would step back to compensate for the closing distance until her back hit the sink, leaving her trapped between the cold countertop and Jihyo. The younger girl looked up at her, her gaze fixed on her lips as her hands moved to rest on her hips. Momo's breathing was unsteady, her heart rate through the roof. She was sure Jihyo could feel it with how close she was.

"Momo..." Jihyo breathed against her lips,

"Jihyo..." Momo would return, unsure of what to do or say.

Jihyo slowly closed the distance between her and Momo, giving Momo the opportunity to pull away while she hesitated as their noses pressed against each other. Suddenly, Momo felt an irresitible pull towards the girl as if she was a siren luring her in with song. Momo couldn't hold herself back anymore, couldn't deny what she wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave her the courage, but she closed the little remaining distance between them, her lips pressing softly against Jihyos. Jihyo tasted faintly of beer and lime, Momo contrasted with the taste of sweet peaches. Momos hands found Jihyo's hair and Jihyo's grip on her waist tightened as she pulled her closer.

The kiss grew heated, filled with passion and lust. Jihyo bit Momo's bottom lip softly, causing a surprised moan to escape the older girl. Jihyo used this opportunity to slip her tongue between her lips, tangling with Momo's soft tongue as she explored her mouth. Momo submitted, letting Jihyo take charge of the kiss. Jihyos hands began to explore, running up Momo's covered stomach, feeling the faint outline of the abs that were concealed by the red silk. The two pulled away for air, Jihyo quickly leaving kisses against Momo's jawline as her hands moved to her full chest, gently massaging her pale breasts over her dress. Momo moaned as Jihyo left wet kisses down her neck, tilting her head to give the younger girl better access as she bit and sucked the sensitive skin.

"Fuck... Jihyo I..." Momo breathed, pressing her hips against Jihyo, desperate for any friction.

"So needy baby... you're so fucking sexy." Jihyo said into her ear, gently biting her earlobe as her hands moved to unzip Momo's dress.

Momo's hips bucked at the nickname, a small whimper escaping the back of her throat and leaving Jihyo with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Jihyo moved away to push the thin straps of Momo's dress off her shoulders, Momo helping her and slipping her arms out of the loops. Jihyo connected their lips again in a searing, passionate kiss. This time, they were more sure of what they wanted, less hesitant. Jihyo's hand found themselves fumbling with the clasp of Momo's bra as she desperately tried to remove the article of clothing, coming to success after what seemed like and eternity of trying. Jihyo's hands immediately began to explore the newly exposed skin, massaging the Japanese girls full chest and playing with her hard nipples.

Momo let out a satisfied moan into the kiss, making Jihyo smile. Jihyo moved to suck on Momo's left breast, her hand playing with the other as to not leave her touch deprived. Jihyos free hand pushed Momo's dress down her hips, leaving the girl in just her black lace underwear. Momo shivered at the cold air coming in contact with her now nearly fulling exposed body. Her back arched into Jihyo's touch as her fingers ran down her stomach, tracing the lines of her abs.

"P-please... Jihyo I need..." Momo struggled, clenching around nothing as she desperately searched for friction.

"Please what, use your words pretty baby." Jihyo said, removing herself from Momo's breast.

"Please fuck me I need to feel you.." Momo breathed, gazing into Jihyo's honey brown eyes. Jihyo's pupils were blown with lust and her eyes glazed over with desire.

"Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Jihyo said with a smirk as her lips trailed down Momo's stomach, hands on either of her shaking thighs keeping her firmly pressed against the tabletop. Jihyo sunk to her knees, kissing the inside of Momo's pale thighs, fingers ghosting over her soaked underwear.

"You're so wet for me baby..." Jihyo breathed in awe. Momo responded with a broken whimper,

"All for you..."

Jihyo could't torture her any longer. Rather, she couldn't torture herself any longer. She pulled Momo's lace underwear down to her ankles, her eyes sparkling at the sight of her dripping cunt. Jihyo pressed a soft kiss against her clit, eliciting a soft breath from the girl above her. Jihyo gave soft kitten licks along her folds, savoring the sweet taste of Momo's arousal. Momo's hips stuttered around her face, desperate for more.

"Please. Please Jihyo I need you." She moaned, grinding against Jihyo's face. And who was Jihyo to deny such a gorgeous girl with incredible manners her pleasure?

Jihyos long fingers ran along Momo's cunt, collecting arousal to lubricate them before teasingly pressing against Momo's tight entrance. Momos head fell back, a soft breath escaping her lips. Jihyo slowly pushed her two fingers into Momo's tight pussy, the older girl gripping on to the table top until her knuckles turned white. "Fuck.." she breathed out.

"You're so tight." Jihyo said against Momo's clit as her fingers worked in and out of the desperate girl. Momo moaned loudly at the sensation. Jihyo smirked before latching onto her clit causing Momo to moan even louder. She was sure anyone who walked past them would be able to hear them but she didn't care, she wanted the world to know how good she was making Momo feel.

She could feel Momo's walls tightening around her fingers, her hips grinding harder and faster against her face. Momo could feel the tension building in her core as pleasure coursed through her veins.

"Fuck Jihyo Im so close." Momo moaned, desperately riding Jihyo's fingers and Jihyo picked up her pace.

"Cum for me baby, I need it." Jihyo panted against Momo's clit as she curled her fingers and pumped in and out of her dripping pussy faster and harder.

After a few more deep thrusts, Momo came hard. Her body shook with her orgasm, her moans loud and echoing off the bathroom walls. Jihyo slowly guided her through her orgasm, slowly pumping her fingers and licking her pussy clean. Momo shook with overstimulation and Jihyo took that as a sign to pull away, leaving Momo feeling empty and clenching around nothing. Jihyo licked her fingers clean while holding eye contact with Momo, butterflies erupting in the older's stomach.

Jihyo leaned in to softly kiss Momo, allowing her to taste herself on her tongue. The kiss was softer, slower, more languid. Jihyo could feel the passion, but it wasn't passion driven by lust, rather, it was filled with emotions and unspoken words.

They eventually pulled away, panting and staring each other in the eyes as their sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.

"I... thank you... I needed that." Momo breathed against her lips. Jihyo nodded, kissing her again instead of responding.

They both hoped they would remember this when they woke up tomorrow with horrible hangovers and unexplained soreness in their bodies.

A/N: If you made it this far, tysm for reading! Please feel free to leave comments/feedback. This is not proofread and was written in one sitting at 1am because my gay mohyopilled brain decided I coudn't sleep before I wrote this lol so pls point out any errors. Hope you enjoyed!!

just as jihyo was about to take a sip of her drink, a hand tapped her shoulder, pulling her focus away from the conversation in front of her.

to celebrate the almost end of their tour, sana had thrown a small party at her house, inviting the members and staff for a casual yet lively get-together.

about an hour into the party, a girl that jihyo recognized vaguely from the a&r team introduced herself, saying how she’d always wanted to meet her and how jihyo was her bias from twice. jihyo couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on her face as the girl blushed from nothing more than mere eye contact. 

she grabbed two cups of juice from the table and handed one to the girl. through small talk, jihyo learned that they shared a surprising number of interests, ranging from snow boarding to going to the gym. 

jihyo laughed out loud as the girl told her a funny story about a cooking disaster, her hand reflexively reaching out to shove the girl’s shoulder in a playful manner. she continued to chat with the girl, oblivious to the way momo’s gaze lingered a little too long or how distracted she seemed as sana tried to tell her something. 

“momoring? hello? are you listening?” sana asked playfully, a teasing grin on her lips. when momo didn’t respond, sana followed her gaze until it landed on jihyo. a knowing smile spread across her face. 

“just go talk to her,” sana said helpfully. momo’s pout deepened. 

“she seems busy right now,” momo said, sighing dramatically as she finally looked away. her shoulders slumped when as she heard jihyo’s laughter again, the sound cutting through the low hum of conversation.

sana gave her friend a look of pity, patting her on the back as she excused herself to the restroom.

momo’s eyes snapped back to jihyo, a sharp gasp coming out of her mouth when she saw the girl’s hand resting on jihyo’s arm. 

something inside her snapped, and an icy cold feeling spread through her chest like poison. before she knew it, momo was already walking towards jihyo.

the both of them turned to look at her, jihyo’s eyes widening in surprise. before momo could question herself or her actions, she grabbed jihyo by the wrist and pulled her away from the girl. 

jihyo hurriedly murmured an apology over her shoulder as she let momo lead her away. the simple act of excusing herself to the girl sent another flash of red through momo’s mind, one that made her walk faster. 

“what’s wrong, momo? are you okay?” jihyo asked, concern lacing her tone when they finally stepped foot inside one of sana’s spare rooms.

“you’ve been talking to her for almost an hour now,” momo said immediately. “you haven’t even looked at me the entire night.”

jihyo’s worried expression quickly melted into amuse, her posture relaxing. “have you been watching me?”

“no, i… just happened to notice. but that’s not the point,” momo rushed before jihyo could say anything. “the point is you’ve been with her this whole time.”

realization dawned on her. 

“momo,” jihyo said slowly, a smirk lifting on her lips. “okay. i’ll spend some time with you then. what do you want me to do?”

jihyo’s gaze dropped to momo’s lips, not failing to notice how momo’s breathing had grown uneven.

“i— i don’t know,” momo whispered.

jihyo laughed. “i think you do know, baby.” she closed the distance between them with each step, driving momo back until her shoulders hit the wall. jihyo’s hands settled at her waist, steady and unmoving. 

“i can’t do anything until you tell me what you want. use your words,” jihyo whispered. the sudden proximity made momo shudder lightly, her legs feeling shaky under her. “come on, darling. we don’t have all night. there’s someone waiting for me outside, you know.”

momo’s jaw clenched at the mention of the girl.

“pay attention to me.”

“i already am, momo.”

momo’s breath stuttered as jihyo leaned in, pressing slow kisses along her jaw.

“jihyo, can you—”

jihyo lightly sucked on her pulse point, elicting a soft whimper from momo. “can i what?”

momo groaned. “i can’t focus when you do that.”

jihyo just laughed against her neck. “you can do it, baby. put that pretty little brain to use.”

momo felt a familiar tug in her lower abdomen at the words, and she had to bite her lip hard to suppress the airy moan caught in her throat. 

“jihyo, p-please touch me.” 

momo’s voice cracked with need. it didn’t help that jihyo’s touches had grown bolder, sliding up to run over the slope of her chest.

“good job, darling. that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

jihyo dragged momo to the bed and pushed her onto the mattress, stopping just for a second to stare at the needy expression on her face. momo’s cheeks were already flushed, legs spread open instinctively to expose the inner parts of her thigh under her skirt. 

“look at you, baby, your legs are already open for me,” jihyo grinned, sliding her hand up momo’s leg. she removed momo’s underwear with one swift motion. 

under the pale moonlight from the window, the space between momo’s legs glistened, her arousal dripping onto the sheets. jihyo slowly dragged her index finger against momo’s entrance, carefully watching the japanese girl under her. momo whined as jihyo purposely avoided her clit, seeming to trail her fingers everywhere but the place she needed it most.

“please,” momo whined. she reached down to guide jihyo’s hand, her hips moving on their own in search of any sort of friction. 

“please what, baby?” 

jihyo held her hands impossibly still, refusing to move until the words came directly from momo’s lips. 

momo leaned her head back in frustration as her walls clenched around nothing. “fuck me, jihyo. please,” she cried out, tired of feather light touches that weren’t getting her anywhere. 

jihyo smirked as she watched momo’s composure break, finally bringing her hands to touch the girl underneath her properly. she slid two fingers inside momo while her other hand rubbed circles into her clit, making momo’s back arch into the bed. 

loud moans spilled from momo’s mouth as the sudden pleasure filled her senses. her mind went blank and all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s fingers pumping in and out of her, every sensitive nerve on fire. 

“shhh, baby. keep your voice down or im going to stop.”

momo nodded frantically — she bit her lower lip hard to stay quiet. she couldn’t have jihyo stop, not when everything felt too good to the point that she could barely remember her own name. 

“do you like this? me giving you attention?” jihyo asked, even though she knew momo was past the point of being able to answer her, let alone form coherent thoughts. momo’s eyes rolled back as jihyo curled her fingers against her g-spot, a scream coming out of her.

jihyo froze — the sound was too loud for anyone to not have heard, even amidst the various conversations outside. 

momo whimpered when jihyo completely removed her hands from her core, her breathing heavy as she struggled to catch her breath.

“why’d you stop,” momo asked breathlessly, her voice whiny with need. she had been so close to cumming, and the abrupt interruption had halted the familiar build-up in her lower stomach. 

“i told you to be quiet,” jihyo murmured, giving momo a look of faux sympathy. she wiped her drenched fingers against momo’s skirt, the action staining the gray fabric a darker shade. when she looked up to meet momo’s eyes, she almost felt her composure break at seeing momo’s eyes well with tears. 

“i-i’m sorry. i’ll be quiet this time. im sorry, please jihyo. i’ll be good, i promise” momo begged, her voice shaking as she bit back the overwhelming urge to cry. she desperately wanted jihyo’s hands back on her, the need so strong that it made her feel dizzy.

jihyo felt her composure break. 

“scream one more time and i stop for good,” she warned. when momo nodded in understanding, jihyo brought her hand back down to momo’s core, rubbing her clit with her thumb. momo’s eyes closed as she felt jihyo’s hands on her again, her legs spreading open wider to allow even better access. 

it took less than a minute for momo to reach the verge of climax again, her body starting to shake in anticipation. the sound of her moans filled the room, growing higher in pitch with each thrust.

momo came as jihyo curled her fingers hard into her, back arching into the sheets as her climax overtook her. white stars filled her vision as jihyo continued to fuck her through the climax, her thighs starting to shake from the overstimulation. jihyo finally removed her hand when momo pushed her away, her body feeling too sensitive to take any more.

jihyo just watched as momo drank in mouthfuls of air, her legs still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm. 

when momo’s breathing finally slowed, jihyo leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“you don’t have worry, momo. you’re the only one i have eyes for,” jihyo said sweetly with a cheeky grin. “plus, you’re cute when you get jealous.”

momo huffed softly, turning her face away so that jihyo couldn’t see the flush of her cheeks.

—

the moment they returned to the living room, everyone went silent. conversations stalled mid-sentence, all eyes slowly turning toward them.

for a beat, nobody said anything.

then jeongyeon broke first, doubling over in laughter as she clutched her stomach. “im nayeon, you owe me 20 bucks!”

nayeon groaned across the room, and the two immediately started bickering. 

when the party finally started to pick back up, sana walked over to the two of them, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“you guys are lucky those sheets were already old,” she said flatly. “i was going to throw them out anyway.”

sana paused to inspect the two of them before continuing. “im glad you guys… whatever, but please don’t do that in my house again.”

jihyo nodded, barely able to contain the grin on her face. she leaned slightly towards momo.

Banner cred: @uzmacchiato

for smut- skip to ⚠️

It was made clear that employees in the agency were required to dish out their best work.

Momo had just landed a major deal with an extremely renowned high-end brand — promising to have top of the line covers and issues guaranteed by the end of this month — sending even the most experienced designers and writers into a frenzy after hearing the news. And of course Jihyo was no exception, this bit of information was something that sparked Jihyo’s ambition. As a new up and coming writer, she wanted nothing more than to succeed, and this opportunity had success written all over it.

The young Korean woman always had an interest for fashion, and the writing that came along with it. It was her first time landing such a major role in a big company like this. Finally having the chance to execute her life long dream of making it in the industry.

Something she had dreamt of ever since she was little. Writing had always come easy to her, whether that was spending her days locked up in her room writing away, or partaking in local publishing competition’s. It had always been a prevalent part of her life, and her adult hood was no different.

But, she had been made weary, Momo had an impossible plethora of expectations and refused to sugar coat them. The devil they all warned her of was described as was cold, calculating and everything that could be difficult about a person rolled into one — to please her was like trying to get blood from a stone, a damn right impossible quest.

Though, Jihyo wasn’t easily deterred, nor was she one to back down so soon over a few supposed rumours. Despite only being a fairly new employee (that hadn’t quite earned her rank or learnt the ropes). She was simply set on her writing making the cut, and for her work to be submitted as the final draft for this grand operation.

Knowing the task wasn’t going to be a piece of cake, she wanted to prepare for the worst. The worst being Momo’s strict standards.

Jihyo spent that entire evening after work navigating the high street. Singling out trending magazines for reference and stocking up on anything she thought she would need to get her through this week. Juggling bags of supplies — that she herself wasn’t even sure she needed. It was clear to see Jihyo was aiming for perfection, and nothing short of it. This project seemed to be everything to her, and to someone who was used to only writing small columns for newspapers, this was a new, exciting, an everything she could possibly dream of opportunity.

Even during the train ride home, she spent the entire journey jotting down her ideas, taking anything that resided in her peripheral vision as inspiration for her new piece. Doing everything she could in her power to make up a unique and original concept to flock in readers, even outside work hours. Hauling her bags of ‘supplies’, that primarily consisted of shopping she’d been carried away with, to her home.

Shopping or not, she had a tendency of getting carried away. Jihyo had always been a strong headed person, one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind even if that meant grave consequences, she simply couldn’t help herself. If something felt slightly off or out of order, she wasn’t one to readily ignore it, even if the whole world told her otherwise. This trait was something she tried changing countless times before, but it was too far gone to change.

Until she met Momo.

———

Down the street was her dingy one bedroom flat downtown; a constant reminder of why she was working so hard in the first place. Her uncharted optimism faded as she saw the familiar worn down exterior, it wasn’t a pleasant sight but she would make do.

Jihyo struggled with her keys, before she ultimately dropped her bags to the ground in a stubborn attempt to force her jammed door open. Lazily flopping down on her couch after having to exert unnecessary force just to get into her own home. It was all she could afford with the savings left from her previous job, rent in the city wasn’t cheap, though it was better than nothing. She made an effort to keep it properly maintained, making it look better by ten fold. With a few tweaks it was quite nice on the inside, but that alone didn’t seem to outweigh its problems.

Seeing this, Jihyo took a deep breath, but the small flicker of hope that came from her hard work was enough to keep a smile lit on her face, albeit a small smile. She was sure she was gonna go to that office and present her work proudly, and that thought alone was enough to lull her to sleep.

———

The next day, Jihyo stood at the doorway, a folder of rough drafts clutched firmly under one arm, whilst her fingers nervously fidgeted at the corners of the notebook, unintentionally crinkling the paper. Her other hand hovered, undecided whether to knock or not. The large brass door loomed ahead, its intricate filigree catching the early morning light, and a polished sign that read ‘editor in chief’ . It was exactly where she needed to be.

Yet, the rumors she’d heard still gnawed at her confidence, making her pause a little longer than she had anticipated to.

Though, at last, she knocked.

An exasperated voice followed shortly after, “The door’s open.” Hearing this, Jihyo took this as a sign to enter, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Momo’s long train of demands; “So for breakfast, I’ve already placed my order and you’re gonna have to pick it up, because they don’t offer delivery, and make me my coffee while you’re at it.” Upon hearing that, Jihyo was left with a dumbfounded expression. It was clear to see she was being mistaken for some run of the mill assistant, not even acknowledging the possibility that she could be the new writer that they had just hired.

“Um…I’m actually here to-,” Jihyo attempted to speak again, before Momo rudely continued her list of demands, “Also, I like my coffee with no sugar just so you know.” The order wasn’t a surprise, a bitter drink for a bitter person seemed fitting, but it was the audacity that still hadn’t settled in Jihyo’s mind.

She stood there collecting her thoughts, her lips parted while her mind raced to construct a new plan that wasn’t the idealistic scenario that helped her fall asleep. “I mean, I could, but I’m here to show you my ideas, my ideas for the big project you set?” The younger woman finally finished, her eyes hopeful in the belief she won’t be dismissed again, going as far as to prepare the coffee as she waited for a response.

The older woman looked up at her again in a moment of ‘ah yes I did say that didn’t I’, and begrudgingly paused the action of her filing her nails. It was the expression of someone who clearly hadn’t anticipated to engage in a conversation this early in the morning. Especially not with someone so bubbly and eager. She took another pause, looking Jihyo up and down once more, though her expression shifted as she really took in her features this time. Jihyo had a good balance of soft and defined, a trait admirable in any face and was hard to ignore.

Leaving even Momo unsure of what her own motives were. To judge her, or check her out, that part was unclear, even on her end, but one thing remained unchanged, and that was her gaze. Her gaze alone that made Jihyo want to dust off her blazer and straighten her posture. Momo had a good poker face that made anyone uncomfortable, which in turn lead to Jihyo having to blurt out a change of topic.

“So… do I start showing them now?”

Momo glanced at the clock and nodded in response, not without rolling her eyes of course, even the prettiest of faces couldn’t change someone within a day. Right?

“Fine show me what you have so far.”

Jihyo smiled politely at the chance, simply enthusiastic to show of the work she spent all evening preparing. Laying out pages upon pages of writing, messy edits etched into them. She was confident her work would result in some sort of praise or admiration but was instead met by a hand tearing the piece she had been most proud of.

“This is a serious project, you do understand right? These ideas are subpar at best and even the handwriting itself is barely legible, and you call yourself a writer?” The disappointment on Momo’s face was evident, emphasised by the dramatic sight of her hand sweeping shreds of paper into the bin. It was clear as day to see the rumours hadn’t been far fetched.

That unjust display left Jihyo in even further utter disbelief, slamming the still hot coffee she had prepared onto the desk in a momentary fit of rage.

It was a small gesture of retaliation. “You could’ve just said it wasn’t what you were looking for-!” She yelled, her tone deflating as continued to hold eye contact, sheepishly wiping the slightly spilt coffee down with a napkin. “Uhh ha sorry about the coffee, but still, you didn’t need to tear it to pieces!”

Jihyo cursed to herself internally, assuming it was one of those moments where she spoke too soon and her words would come back to haunt her.

Momo raised a brow, after her short lived surprise settled down. No one had ever given her a retort in her entire career, let alone a retort yelled at her. Her expression wasn’t clear, no indication of what she was feeling in that moment, causing the shorter women to question her recent outburst even more. Leading her to believe that she was right on track to being fired.

Though that was far from the truth, Momo simply nodded slowly, letting the words process. Jihyo’s outburst proved to her that maybe Jihyo wasn’t as bothersome and eager to please as she expected, and just maybe she was actually someone who this agency needed. Someone who Momo hadn’t sucked the life out of.

Tension hung thick in the air, before a long stretch of silence was broken by a chuckle, then a few more that chained on, being amplified by the baffled expression on Jihyo’s face. “That’s the first time I’ve had someone talk to me like that in a while.” The shorter woman tilted her head in an attempt to find any correlation. “Everyone’s so set on trying to not upset me it gets so boring over the years.” Momo grinned, the first indication of real happiness from this entire interaction, and over the silliest thing? What a surprise.

Which was unexpected, because Momo loved when people listened her, and followed her demands, but something about Jihyo’s feistiness that clashed with her quick apologies made it slightly more endearing.

Suddenly, Jihyo’s worry no longer felt so heavy, as small smile of her own crept back onto her face after hearing the older woman laugh. Despite the shredded bits of work she spent hours on being easily disposed. She couldn’t help but find Momo’s smile a suitable replacement, something about it was so rare, so genuine and so disarming, it mellowed her fiery nature. The idea of making Momo smile had been made out to be impossible, as if the possibility of being eaten alive by her was more tangible.

Both woman feeling something about themselves change.

“And here I thought yelling at my boss would get me fired.” Jihyo added with a nervous chuckle, she wasn’t sure if the smile on Momo’s face was just a glitch in the matrix or not, but what she was really knew was that she was testing the waters now. Whilst simultaneously hoping her light hearted teasing wouldn’t backfire, but it seemed she was safe, for now at least. Momo hadn’t dropped her smirk in the slightest. That was always a good sign from someone like her.

The conversation between them continued, a surprising yet somewhat friendly exchange. A feat deemed impossible by most.

———

Weeks go by and their relationship only grew. Their relationship was different from anyone else in that office. Too close, too intimate that even others had started to notice in things as little as attitude. Momo seemed relatively more patient, well, as patient as someone like her could be that is. But it was enough of a difference that it could be noticed by someone with a keen eye.

From friendly jokes, to small touches that lingered for far too long. Whether it was a hand placed on shoulder with a firm squeeze before departure, or a pair of hands that snuck their way onto the others waist while passing by in a tight space. Insignificant enough to be brushed off as coincidental, but enough for their attraction towards each other to grow.

The very same day they were walking towards Momo’s office after a very long winded meeting. Now caught up in a conversation. A mundane moment of acknowledgment for their changed relationship over the past few weeks, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

Jihyo spoke up first, “You aren’t as strict as you were when you first hired me.” She nudged Momo in the arm, playfully, to emphasise her point.

“Well you’ve gotten somewhat less irritating since we first met.” Momo responded — in her defence, she couldn’t have her indestructible reputation tarnished by some five foot something woman who spoke too much. It was her entire brand after all, a perfectionist with unattainable standards and walls built so high up they were impossible to scale.

But not for Jihyo they weren’t.

-⚠️-

“Less irritating? Oh please you’re just not willing to admit you’ve softened up for me.” Jihyo pressed, wanting Momo to admit she was right. Only to look up and see the Japanese woman’s unamused expression, who if you looked close enough, was obviously trying to hide that tiny smirk that tugged on her lips, a mix of affection and irritation.

And that did something to Jihyo. The obvious restraint behind Momo’s actions made Jihyo want to egg her on even more, to accommodate that strange growing ache between her legs.

Seeing Momo get worked up because of her turned her on beyond belief.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re lucky you’re getting anything decent from me.” Momo added as she twisted the door knob open mid sentence, almost as if ushering Jihyo inside before locking the door with a quick twist. “Trust me I could show you just how strict I could be, hun.” The pet name was a mocking touch to Jihyo’s earlier playful nudging, she knew exactly what Jihyo was trying to do, and she wasn’t one to fall for her little tricks.

Jihyo’s grin grew wider, knowing Momo had caught onto her efforts, given the small steps Momo was taking towards her in order to back her into the desk. But Jihyo simply followed her lead without questioning it, instead testing Momo’s patience in other ways, rather than physical resistance, not that she wanted to resist anyway. “You strict? I bet you don’t even know what that is anymore.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you…”

As soon as Momo murmured that cocky phrase — Jihyo fell back onto the desk with a small thud. The sudden closeness took Jihyo by more surprise than she originally anticipated. And now, she really wasn’t thinking of anything besides how good Momo looked above her. It was a constant reacquiring day dream that had occurred since their first interaction.

But Momo’s mind was completely elsewhere, she finally had Jihyo where she wanted, and that was right below her. Not taking as much time to admire Jihyo as much as she usually would, but she still took her time not being able to help herself. The older woman, gently caressed Jihyo’s cheek, as she leaned forward and held the her down by the shoulders.

Momo’s finger tips were cold to the touch as they gently danced along the Jihyo’s exposed collarbone, resulting in small shiver from the woman laying below her. Making their way back up to brush away any stray hairs that could potentially distract her from her from the mesmerising sight beneath her.

The pads of Momo’s thumbs returned, only to dip into the deepest part of the younger woman’s shoulder blades, memorising every bump and groove of Jihyo’s upper chest. Liking the way Jihyo’s warm bronzed skin felt under her cool pale fingers. A perfect contrast.

Momo’s face edged closer to the point her lips brushed against the curve of Jihyo’s flushed cheek, only to whisper firmly after planting a soft unexpected kiss.

“You want me to prove it, don’t you? You’re painfully obvious you know that right?.” But all Jihyo could do was bite her lip and nod, she finally got what she wanted, and all she had to do was lay back and let everything fall into place.

But boy was she wrong.

The older woman would never let her win so easily.

Bold of her to assume she was gonna get instant release…or any for that matter. Even with Momo’s infatuated gentle caresses. That didn’t mean she would get what she wanted after being so bratty.

—

“You’re gonna have to work for it. Don’t ever assume you’ll get away with just running your mouth.” Momo scoffed, her scoff accompanied by pushing her knee between Jihyo’s legs, applying enough pressure to make her squirm, giving her that short term pleasure she desperately craved.

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jihyo panted, “I never ran my mouth.” She lied, she was more focused on thrusting her hips to gain any sort of friction, rather than continuing her bratty streak or addressing it. Not wanting it to be the factor that made Momo stop that incredible sensation.

Never paying any mind to her shoulders being pinned down, or to how desperate she looked sprawled out on Momo’s desk in broad daylight. Not that she could tell, Momo always had her blinds down.

“Oh please, if you’re gonna lie make it a good one.” Momo seconded by pushing her knee in harder, enjoying the little moans Jihyo was making as she did so.

“Shameless aren’t you? I bet you’re soaking wet to.”

But before Jihyo could protest, Momo lowered her knee and moved her hand under Jihyo’s skirt, tracing along the thin damp cloth that prevented her from going any further. “So predictable.” But Momo’s bold touches stopped there, casually leaning back onto her office chair, deciding now was the time to take back control.

Not without hearing a loud needy whine from Jihyo beforehand.

“C’mere sweetheart, I did warn you’d have to work for it, didn’t I?”

Jihyo nodded in response, her face flushed with arousal, mixed with a pouty lip, but the desperation in her eyes told a different story. “What is it then?” The younger woman huffed, her cheek lying idly on Momo’s lap, her thighs clenched and rubbing together from the absence of pressure that was caused by the older woman’s knee. In hopes that whatever the task was, it wouldn’t delay her own neediness any longer.

But Jihyo never got a response, she was instead met by the sight of Momo unraveling the belt around her hips and spreading her legs ever so slightly. Faint blush tethered Momo’s cheeks to as Jihyo’s desperate expression turned more into something like hunger, but no matter how attractive the women knelt before her looked it, didn’t stop her from from saying her first command.

“I want you to eat me out first.” Momo finished, grabbing a fitful of hair that forced Jihyo to look up at her. Taking a finger and tracing it along Jihyo’s lip. “You do that without touching your self and you’ll get to come as many times as you want, got it.” Jihyo nodded again, suspiciously quick, her mouth open as Momo continued to toy with her bottom lip, unaware of the drool dribbling down her chin.

“You heard me. Wipe the drool of your chin and get to it.”

And Jihyo wasted no time, forgetting her own dripping wetness in favour of doing whatever the Japanese woman wanted. One thing she loved more than letting Momo take control, was doing whatever Momo asked her of, and this was no different.

Instantaneously, being hit by the sweet scent of Momo’s slick as she kissed along her thigh, trying to be sweet about it despite Momo’s rough grip in her hair, a shared moan between them as she pushed her tongue along the entrance of Momo’s pussy.

“F-fuck.” Momo spread her legs further, getting carried away by the way Jihyo’s tongue lapped eagerly, the flexibility of her tongue taking her by surprise. Mumbling short-breathed curses as her other hand, that wasn’t already in Jihyo’s hair, gripped at the chair. Her brows furrowing as she tried to keep control of the situation.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.”

As that raspy breathless sound left Momo’s mouth, it drew the younger woman’s attention back to her own heat between her thighs, but not enough to divert her tongue from curling any faster.

Despite Momo’s warnings, Jihyo found herself pushing her panties aside, the throbbing need that nagged at her core became too unbearable for her to ignore. Slowly inserting a singular finger, curling it in a rigorous and unrhythmic manner after adjusting to hit the perfect spot.

And so, the room echoed with small moans, Momo’s from the pure ecstasy from how surprisingly skilled Jihyo’s tongue was, and Jihyo’s from how there was no longer an aching emptiness between her thighs — and the sweet peachy taste in her mouth.

Momo, too entranced by the sensation hitting her clit she could only squeeze her eyes shut and buck her hips at the pace of Jihyo’s tongue, her juices flowing down the younger woman’s chin and then to her chest, glazing her tanned breasts. Adding a subtle glow when paired with the dim office light. A final touch to the perfect perkiness they already had.

Momo could only moan and grunt louder as felt her stomach tightening, mixed with the sound of Jihyo’s own moans. Who was now inserting a second finger as she felt Momo clench around her tongue, steadying herself with a hand on Momo’s inner thigh, rubbing a comforting thumb on her pussy to soothe the Japanese woman’s nerves.

Earning a small satisfactory whimper from Momo that in turn made her speed up the pace of her own fingers buried deep inside of herself. Causing Jihyo’s entire body to tense up, her knees no longer supported her weight as she came down heavy. Momo’s head had also fallen back unanimously, shaking slightly as she slumped back in her own chair. Gasping as her senses finally came back.

Pulling Jihyo into her lap with a messy, uncoordinated kiss, tasting herself as she slipped her tongue in and held the younger woman’s face with surprisingly careful hands. Only momentarily pulling back to catch her breath.

“Baby that was so-.” Momo paused her praise, her hand no longer caressing Jihyo’s soft locks, instead taking a moment to take in and acknowledge the additional wetness to her own. Far beyond arousal but was dripping down onto her leg exactly where Jihyo was sat.

And suddenly the Korean woman’s equally loud moans made sense.

“You had one rule, and that was to not touch yourself.” Momo’s voice growing eerily calm, making Jihyo sheepishly bury her face into the older woman’s neck, nipping at her jaw as a last resort distraction to get herself out of trouble.

“Answer me.” Momo warned, her hand blocking Jihyo from nuzzling her face back into her neck to avoid the question.

“You did, but it got so unbearable and-.” Was all Jihyo could muster before getting cut off. Knowing she was done for now.

“You want me to be strict but can’t even listen when I give you a simple instruction?” Momo huffed, brushing her hair back as it stuck together on her forehead — caused by sweat from her previous orgasm — though still looking incredibly hot whilst doing so. “Go back to the desk, we’ll figure it out from there.” Pinching the bridge of her nose and she steadied Jihyo onto her feet.

But, Jihyo could only smile like a pervert the entire way there.

To her, it was only going to get better.

——

Momo emerged from the small storage room connected to her office. Her hair now tied up in a pony tail, with the sleeves of her white button down rolled up 3/4 of the way and left open to bring back down her body temperature. A gorgeous black-lace bra beneath the button up accentuating her chest perfectly paired with matching panties. But that wasn’t it — a rather large silk pouch that was set aside.

She looked back up and saw Jihyo swinging her legs off the desk, her cheeks still undeniably flushed and frayed baby hairs sticking to her face. Looking almost sweet enough to have mercy on.

Almost.

“Hands behind your back.” Momo ordered, taking the tie that was once slumped around her shoulders and tying it firmly on Jihyo’s wrist. “If you can’t keep your hands out your pants for a second, maybe this will help.”

With a quick precise movement, Jihyo was face down ass up on Momo’s desk, a humiliating yet arousing position. Only able to shuffle slightly to get herself comfortable, no longer having the assistance of her own hands. Though she didn’t mind considering the ‘consequences’ that were coming.

“You wanted to come, we’ll see how many time you can do that before you can’t walk anymore.” Momo mocked, a tiny smug chuckle followed by her gripping the younger woman’s ass and lifting the pouch back up.

Inside was a strap, roughly 8-9 inches with a thick circumference. Jihyo’s eyes widened at the sight, but her legs squeezing together gave her away. Her breath hitched as she felt the silicone tip teasing her folds, whimpering at the way Momo would press harder each time but would never go fully in.

“Beg and it might just happen.”

Still not satisfied by her own fingers, Jihyo couldn’t help but comply instantly, being embarrassed by begging was the least of her worries when she was positioned like this. “Please, please I’ll-.”

Before she could finish, Momo thrusted in, her habit of shutting Jihyo up mid sentence didnt stop, even in moments like these. The older woman’s hand settled firmly on the small of her back as she moaned loudly, the sound different to when Jihyo had used her own fingers, the pace more rhythmic, yet purposeful.

“That’s it, just take what I give you.” Momo whispered. Quickening her thrusts every time she felt Jihyo clench around the strap tighter, moans and whines blended with the wet sound eliciting from her pussy. Jihyo’s legs trembling to keep herself up right as she felt her first climax coming.

“We’ve barely even started, don’t tell me you’re gonna drop.”

Momo dug her manicured nails into Jihyo’s back, strap sinking in deeper as Jihyo arched and squirmed at her first climax. Whining Momo’s name as went slack against the desk, her legs trembling from cumming but also having to support herself with only her legs whilst bent over.

Still out of breath, Jihyo could barely form anything coherent beyond the sweet sounds she had been making prior, her brain fuzzy with pleasure and the ache in her legs. “Could I atleast lie on my ba-.”

“No.” Momo responded flat out. “If it were that bad you’d have drop by now, and I said we’d stop when you couldn’t stand.” Her tone gentle with an underlying sense of condescension, taking no time to reposition herself, hips bucking back in. “You’re standing, no? You could’ve stopped, but you haven’t.” Momo pointed out.

“But-.”

“But, it just shows how desperate you are sweetheart.” Was all the Japanese woman needed to say before resuming her firm thrusts, fucking Jihyo deeply. Kissing along her back, her lips grazing the younger woman’s ear. “You can do this, it’s all up to you.” Was all should could say before Jihyo came again, this time harder, her stomach not tensing the same but the affect wasn’t any less. The same pitched moan, and the desk more coated.

This time Jihyo’s knees finally buckled, Momo’s arm eloping her just in time. Hugging from the back as she peppered kisses on her shoulder.“Too good…” Jihyo mumbled, too consumed by Momo hugging her tightly, her legs numb from standing and the immense pleasure.

But it was perfect.

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a/n: i feel like I make literacy rates drop whenever I write smut LMAO…😥 (but to be ‘cringe’ is to be free) but I also got a tad lazy at the end

idk if anyone reads these a/n’s but it’s fun rambling