#mohyo

Knowing her wife, Jihyo expected to find a chubby man with stained clothes who reeked of sweat. To her pleasant surprise, when she opened the door, she found none of that; in fact, it was the exact opposite of what she’d imagined. Standing in her doorway was a beautiful woman wearing blue overalls tied at the waist. The sleeveless shirt she wore exposed her arms, revealing powerful biceps that gave away the fact that she worked out quite a bit. Or perhaps they were simply that way because of her hard work.

Indeed, the morning heat was taking its toll on her gentle face, producing a thin layer of sweat that glistened on her features. Even so, the stranger still looked beautiful. Her eyes were kind, and her slightly chubby cheeks looked even fuller because of the wide smile she was giving Jihyo.

“Good morning,” the stranger greeted her. “You called me about a problem with… the plumbing?” She ended more as a question than a statement, accompanied by a little chuckle. As if forgetting why she’d been called was something funny.

Jihyo couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, responding with a smile. “It’s the sink, actually.” She rested one arm on the doorframe and leaned her weight against it while bringing her other hand to her waist, as if she were posing for a photo shoot or something similar. Her actions immediately had the desired effect.

The stranger swallowed hard, taking in Jihyo for the first time, and not just her face. The outfit the woman had chosen for that morning was certainly revealing, to say the least. Jihyo knew she had a hot body and loved to show it off; after all, she spent too much time at the gym not to brag about her own physique.

That morning, Jihyo was wearing a sheer dress made of a lace-like fabric with intricate patterns. These patterns revealed her tanned skin and the bra and shorts she wore underneath, which were part of the set. But of all that, what caught the plumber’s attention was the neckline. Jihyo was beautiful, too, but her prominent cleavage was completely distracting the stranger. Jihyo knew it and resisted the urge to lick her lips so as not to give herself away in front of a stranger that she liked the attention from.

Jihyo didn’t want to act like a slut, much less in front of someone she’d just met, but turning heads and drawing attention was her way of getting revenge for the many ways her wife neglected her. If her wife didn’t appreciate her spectacular figure enough, Jihyo was going to show her that others certainly did. Even if her wife wasn’t there to see it.

“Why don’t you go inside and check it out?” She clearly couldn’t because Jihyo was standing there blocking the door. “I don’t want you to get heatstroke because of me.” The stranger ran her hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat, while nodding in agreement. “This way.” Jihyo finally cleared the way, motioning for the woman to enter the house, and closed the door once she was inside. “The kitchen is this way.”

Jihyo led her, walking a few steps ahead without turning to see if she was following or not. She could hear her work boots echoing against the wooden floor and the metallic clinking of the toolbox behind her. Jihyo was more concerned with swaying her hips as she walked because she was sure the stranger had her eyes glued to her butt, it was impossible for her not to. A little more showing off wouldn’t hurt anyone, and besides, Jihyo was happy to have a beautiful woman and not a chubby, dirty man behind her. At least her wife had gotten that right, for a change. 

Of course the woman noticed Jihyo’s hips; it was impossible not to. The dress and the way she moved them as she walked made it almost impossible to look anywhere else, unless you were staring at her butt. Jihyo was proud of what she’d achieved at the gym, of the way her butt looked now. Her wife had once teased her because her butt was small and didn’t stand out, but now everyone drooled over how shapely it was. A great result of Jihyo’s hard work and stubbornness.

But the other thing Momo inevitably noticed as she walked through the house were the framed photos hanging on the walls here and there. In them, a young Jihyo could be seen, always accompanied by another woman. As they made their way through the house, the plumber saw how the photos told the couple’s story up until their wedding day. After that, there weren’t many more photos.

“Here it is.” Jihyo pointed toward the sink once they reached the kitchen. “It’s a complete mess.”

“Let me check it out first. It doesn’t look that complicated.” The plumber approached the sink to inspect it and had to wrinkle her nose when she smelled the foul odor coming from it. Whistling under her breath, she stuck her hand into the stagnant water and fished around as if that would solve the problem. “I think the pipe is clogged. I’m going to have to open it up to clean it out and see what’s going on.” She wiped her hand on her overalls before continuing. “Ma’am, this is going to take a little while, so if…”

“No ‘madam,’ just call me Jihyo.” For some reason she was standing dangerously close to the sink, leaning on the countertop actually, and that startled the plumber when she turned to give her diagnosis. “By the way, you haven’t told me your name.”

“Momo, my name is Momo. Ma’am… Nice to meet you.” The woman gave her a wide smile that made her look a little silly, but Jihyo had to admit that maybe that was part of her charm. Maybe. “As I was saying, I have to open up the pipes to check them. It might get a little smelly in here.”

“Don’t worry, it already stinks enough. I don’t think it’ll get any worse.” Jihyo waved her hand, as if shooing away the bad smell or Momo’s doubts. “It’s been like this for a week, so I’m used to it by now.”

Jihyo walked around the kitchen island, eventually leaning over it with her arms resting on the counter. Making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere, and also exposing more of her cleavage as she leaned forward. Momo had a hard time trying to look away, so she decided it was better to focus on her toolbox; looking for what she needed to unclog the pipes instead of staring at her client’s breasts.

After tying her hair into a bun and rummaging through her toolbox for a while, Momo found what she needed to get to work. Kneeling on the kitchen floor with half her body inside the cabinet housing the sink, she carefully inspected the pipes until she decided which one to remove first so as not to flood the kitchen with stagnant water. As a precaution, she placed a bucket she’d asked Jihyo for and removed the first section of pipe. Instantly, a flood of dirty water poured into the bucket, splashing Momo in the face. She grimaced but kept working under her client’s watchful gaze.

Jihyo didn’t understand a thing Momo was doing; she knew nothing about plumbing or that sort of thing, but she didn’t miss a single detail of her actions. Not because she thought she had to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t slacking off and wasting time, but because she had decided to treat herself to the spectacle of watching Momo work. Every time she strained to loosen a pipe or reached up to grab a tool from her box, her muscles tensed, revealing just how strong her biceps were and how hard her arms were in general. 

It didn’t hurt anyone for Jihyo to stand there watching, taking in the show, while listening to the things Momo muttered to herself. The poor thing was so immersed in her work that she probably wasn’t even aware that Jihyo was feasting her eyes on her arms, wondering how Momo’s calloused hands would feel against her skin. She didn’t miss a single detail of her movements or her butt, which, despite being hidden by the overalls, was quite visible. A little fantasy on a random Tuesday morning didn’t hurt anyone. On the contrary, it actually stimulated Jihyo and made her forget the foul smell that filled the kitchen.

“I think it’s done,” Momo announced, emerging from under the sink. Her face, arms, and shirt were splattered with dirty water, causing the fabric to cling to her body in places, making it look tighter than it actually was. The splashes and sweat gave Momo a somewhat disheveled look, perhaps wild or raw, which Jihyo chose to ignore, just as she had ignored how it made her feel. “Now all that’s left is to try it.”

Momo turned on the sink faucet and watched closely as the water pooled for a few seconds before beginning to flow freely down the drain, disappearing through the pipes to some remote place. She had done it; Jihyo’s sink was fixed. Now all that was left was to get rid of the water in the bucket so the kitchen would stop stinking.

“Wow! You really did it.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, so close that she could smell her perfume. It was much nicer than the smell of the water in the sink. “If you give me your details, I can transfer the payment to you, or would you prefer cash?”

“To be honest, I’d rather freshen up first. But a bank transfer is fine.”

Momo handed her a card with her account number and details before Jihyo showed her where the bathroom was and gave her a clean towel. After a few minutes, which Jihyo used to pay for her services, Momo returned to the kitchen, now free of stains and sweat.

“If you don’t need me for anything, I should go,” Momo said, scratching the back of her neck. The way her arm looked even more massive from that distance distracted Jihyo for a few long seconds.

“If it’s not too much trouble, could you get rid of the bucket? Just throw it on the plants in the backyard, please.”

It was such a small thing that Momo saw no reason to refuse; nothing stopped her from doing a small favor for a customer satisfied with her work. Taking the bucket, she went from the kitchen straight to the backyard and then came back in empty-handed. She had left the bucket outside just in case it stank too.

“I really should go now. I have a few things to check on at my shop.”

“Oh, but I can’t just let you leave like that.” Once again, Jihyo was dangerously close to Momo, as if she’d decided to ignore the boundaries of personal space. “Can I offer you some lemonade or something to drink? I’d feel bad if you left like this after working so hard.”

Momo swallowed hard, making an effort to look anywhere but at Jihyo’s cleavage, which was proving quite difficult given how close she was.

“Lemonade would be fine,” she finally managed to say.

With a smile, Jihyo turned and went to open the fridge, bending down to look for the lemonade pitcher. This time, Momo couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. She’d spent the whole morning trying not to stare at her like a pervert, trying not to look at Jihyo’s cleavage or think about the sway of her hips; but seeing her bent over like that made it impossible for her to keep turning a blind eye.

Jihyo undoubtedly had the best butt Momo had seen in a long time, and from the way she lingered over taking out the pitcher, it was clear she wanted Momo to notice it. The fabric of her dress had clung to her body, clearly revealing the shape of both her buttocks, making it obvious that her shorts weren’t able to fully contain them.

She was really going to need that lemonade because her mouth had gone dry. Momo had to get out of there as soon as possible or she was going to do something crazy that would end with her getting slapped, or maybe something worse. But when Jihyo stood up with the pitcher of lemonade in her hand and kicked the fridge door shut, Momo’s legs wouldn’t respond. Much less was she able to run away when Jihyo set the pitcher down on the island and stood in front of Momo again, invading her personal space once more.

Her heart skipped a beat when Jihyo raised an arm and ran her hand just a few centimeters from Momo’s ear; Momo thought she was going to touch her. But what was actually happening was that Jihyo had opened a cabinet behind Momo, looking for a glass to pour the lemonade into. But soon none of that mattered.

The glass was too far away, the cabinet was too high, or maybe it was simply because Momo was in the way, but when Jihyo stretched too far, she slipped and fell onto Momo. To keep Jihyo from ending up on the floor, Momo grabbed her around the waist with both hands. What she couldn’t prevent was Jihyo’s chest colliding with her own.

For the second time that morning, Momo failed miserably at her self-imposed task of not looking at Jihyo like a pervert. When she looked down to check if the woman was okay, all she saw was her prominent cleavage pressed against her, giving her a perfect view of the valley between Jihyo’s large breasts. Faced with that, Momo couldn’t help but hold Jihyo tighter and press her against herself.

A strange, involuntary sound escaped Jihyo’s lips as she felt her body being handled like that. Momo’s powerful hands held her tightly, preventing her from falling, but at the same time keeping her from pulling away, from going anywhere. 

Momo was squeezing harder than she should have, but it wasn’t in Jihyo’s plans to complain about it. Instead of pulling away, she stared intently at Momo, studying her face as she lost herself in the depth of her kind eyes. Eyes that now shone with an intensity different from what they had shown until now. That kindness was still there; her gaze conveyed calm, but it also revealed a desire that had suddenly grown and was spreading like wildfire inside Momo.

Slowly lowering her outstretched arm, Jihyo wrapped it around Momo’s head, playing with the hair behind her ear. “Maybe I have another job for you…” Her voice was almost a purr.

“What would that job be?” Momo was regretting not having gotten to try the lemonade, because her mouth was as dry as if she’d been walking through the desert.

Jihyo leaned close to her ear to whisper, as if trying to hide from the world what she was about to say next. “How about you check my pipes? All of them.”

She let the sentence hang in the air without pulling away from Momo; she didn’t even try. It would probably be useless anyway, because the plumber had a firm grip on her and didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go. Her hands were firmly on Jihyo’s hips, making it look more like she was about to hug her than prevent her from falling. A hug that they were both well aware they shouldn’t share.

“I should start checking right here… If that’s okay with you.”

“You can check here… In the bathroom, in my room. Wherever you want.” Jihyo didn’t dare brush her lips against Momo’s cheek, that would be too much, but that didn’t stop her from breathing right into her ear. As if she were trying to show her without words but actions just how fast her heart was racing right now.

Momo could not only see Jihyo’s closeness, but she could also feel it. In the way her hips responded to her grip, in the way Jihyo breathed against her ear, or in the sweet scent of her perfume; which was a far cry from the smell of sweat and work that Momo carried. The plumber allowed herself to be intoxicated by that mixture of scents and sensations that was Jihyo, trying to control herself so as not to squeeze her hips any tighter for fear of hurting her. She knew this was wrong, that Jihyo was a married woman. But if she wasn’t going to worry about her wife, Momo certainly wasn’t going to either.

Realizing exactly what Jihyo’s proposal was about, that it wasn’t about a plumbing job, Momo leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make sure to check every single one of your pipes.” That was how they stopped pretending, stopped testing the waters, and simply let themselves be carried away by the circumstances.

Jihyo not only brushed her lips against Momo’s cheek, but quickly found Momo’s lips to lose herself in a shared kiss. Right now, she didn’t want to think about the possibility of her wife coming back and finding her in the arms of the person who was supposed to fix the sink. No, right now it was more important to focus on Momo’s lips, on how her tongue was trying to invade Jihyo’s mouth, or on how her hands had started to move from her hips. 

Momo’s tongue finally made its way into Jihyo’s mouth, or perhaps it was Jihyo herself who let it in, to immediately dance together with hers, twisting in a warm, wet whirlwind. Meanwhile, Momo’s hands weren’t staying still either, positioning themselves on Jihyo’s back to hold her in a different way but still preventing her from pulling away.

Their breaths mingled as they melted further and further into that forbidden kiss. Letting themselves be carried away by desire and ignoring the logic that told them this was wrong. But Jihyo needed some adventure in her life, a change for a change’s sake, and Momo wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity if a woman as beautiful and fiery as this threw herself into her arms. Neither of them could let this opportunity pass, even if it meant losing their marriage or their job. Pleasure, lust, sin, that was all that filled their minds, clouding their judgment and pushing them a little further.

Between gasps, Jihyo managed to pull away slightly. “Let me help you find where you need to check.” With those words, she took Momo’s hands in hers, feeling how rough they were from work, and guided them down to her butt in a clear invitation to explore her anatomy more closely. Momo didn’t waste any time and squeezed the buttocks that Jihyo was so kindly offering her. 

The married woman let out a sigh that died on Momo’s lips. The plumber was strong enough to lift her just by grabbing her ass, but instead she was too busy kneading Jihyo’s well-toned buttocks. Countless hours at the gym had built up that ass and shaped it into the form it had now. The perfect size to fall into Momo’s hands, to fit between her fingers and spill out from between them when the woman squeezed her ass. Touching Jihyo’s butt was a full-fledged delight, an almost religious experience. But even more so was the way Momo’s caresses stretched Jihyo’s dress, making her cleavage look more prominent.

Between kisses, Momo could appreciate Jihyo’s bust, seeing that her breasts threatened to escape from the bra that held them captive. Nothing would have pleased Momo more than to have one of those breasts in her mouth to play with the nipple, whose edge peeked shyly out from the bra, revealing a light brown color. To suck on it and perhaps bite it, even to venture to leave marks that Jihyo’s wife would find later. 

“Did you find the problem yet?” Jihyo’s voice was a whisper between ragged gasps and passionate kisses. 

“I have to look deeper.” Momo played along, pulling her dress up so she could finally touch her skin properly. 

Indeed, the shorts she was wearing weren’t able to contain her buttocks and left half of them exposed, but the dress did the job of covering what the shorts couldn’t. Now, with the garment out of the way, Momo was free to knead Jihyo’s ass however she wanted, squeezing and spreading those delicious buttocks, molding them with her caresses and earning a moan from Jihyo. But she couldn’t stop there. 

Momo growled softly, sliding her hands down, slipping them under Jihyo’s shorts without a shred of hesitation or remorse. She grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing so hard it made Jihyo moan again, feeling how the soft skin yielded under her caresses as if it were wet clay. She spread her buttocks urgently, tracing the thin line of the thong that hid the small, tight anus beneath.

Meanwhile, Jihyo was melting in Momo’s hands, feeling her fingers explore her flesh and take possession of her. Feeling her own heart pounding against her ribs in a way it hadn’t in a long time. The flame of passion was burning fiercely within Jihyo, making her look like a lit torch in the middle of a dark cave. Her ragged breath was dying in Momo’s mouth along with the soft moans caused by Momo’s caresses on her body. 

Urgency and greed were taking hold of Momo, making her want more of Jihyo, needing more of her. Without hesitation, she dared to pull down Jihyo’s shorts, sliding them down to mid-thigh with quick movements that at times became clumsy due to urgency and excitement. As expected, Jihyo didn’t protest as Momo undressed her in the middle of her own kitchen. She didn’t seem to mind that someone she’d met less than an hour ago was exploring her body so deeply. But to tell the truth, Jihyo hoped Momo would explore her in more detail and not stop at the surface.

“I need you out of those shorts.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order. One that Jihyo obeyed by pushing the garment down herself so it gathered around her ankles, because Momo’s hands seemed glued to her ass. Then she simply kicked the shorts aside, leaving only her thong on, which covered absolutely nothing of her anatomy.  

Jihyo kissed Momo’s neck, clinging to the sides of her shirt so she wouldn’t slip again. Momo growled, unafraid to look vulnerable or to show how much the woman in her arms affected her. She had driven her crazy from the moment she opened the door to welcome her, and now she no longer needed to keep those impure thoughts about a married woman at bay. 

Demonstrating the strength in her arms, Momo lifted Jihyo and practically carried her by the hips until her feet barely touched the floor. She carried her over to the island, where she sat her on the quartz countertop with her legs spread and her dress rolled up to her waist.

“I think I’m starting to get a handle on the problem?” Momo’s hands were forced to leave Jihyo’s butt, but that didn’t mean they were moving away from her. There was plenty to touch, plenty to grab, like the married woman’s prominent cleavage.

As Momo trailed a path of kisses down Jihyo’s neck, past her collarbone until she reached her breasts, Jihyo felt things were getting serious. Which was stupid because right now she was wearing only a thong from the waist down, and Momo had already groped her entire butt. But being in a thong wasn’t the same as having her breasts exposed and a practically unknown woman sucking on her nipple.

Jihyo might have worn a similarly skimpy bikini bottom on some beach in a tropical paradise when she was feeling especially daring, or if her wife had asked her to. But that was very different. It was a beach at a tourist destination, a place where people went to have fun and tan their bodies in the sun. That had nothing to do with the kitchen in her own home, let alone having another woman eating her tits.

The moment Momo’s mouth found her nipple, Jihyo surrendered completely. In reality, she had already done so the moment she slid onto Momo, but now she abandoned any pretense of hiding how much she was enjoying this. Momo’s warm tongue worked on her hard nipple, drawing out moans she had no interest in suppressing. There was no point, since the only person who could hear those sounds was Momo, and Jihyo was sure she didn’t want to miss them. After all, she was the one to blame for Jihyo being like this.

The sweet notes of Jihyo’s perfume mingled with the soft scent of her skin, overwhelming Momo’s senses in a blinding way that led her to sink deeper and deeper into the married woman’s cleavage. Her soft breasts welcomed her with enveloping warmth and hard nipples, which Momo was caressing with her tongue and gently biting.

Jihyo pressed Momo’s head against her chest, between her breasts, to which Momo reacted by groping for her thighs. Her hands didn’t take long to find them and move dangerously close to Jihyo’s crotch, protected only by the pitiful excuse for underwear that was her thong. Such a tiny garment wasn’t going to keep Momo at bay, and frankly, at this point the thong was nothing more than a tiny triangle of fabric soaked in Jihyo’s nectar. 

Momo confirmed this when she gently pressed against Jihyo’s covered pussy. Instantly, her fingers felt the married woman’s wetness, unmistakable proof of just how much Jihyo was enjoying this illicit encounter.

“There’s a leak here I need to fix.” Two of her fingers pressed against the ruined fabric, but it was when they slid over it that a shiver ran through Jihyo’s body. From her spine to the deepest corners of her being, Jihyo felt her body melt with pleasure.

“Then go down there and check it out.” Just as Momo had done earlier when she demanded that Jihyo take off her shorts, Jihyo now took her hand and ordered her to go down and dive into the wetness of her center. Because no one in the world would have thought that was a request, Jihyo had issued a full-fledged command. An order that showed she wasn’t just going to stay there at Momo’s mercy for her to do whatever she wanted with her, but that she was going to actively participate.

Following the married woman’s orders, Momo reluctantly pulled away from her breasts to kneel down, coming face-to-face with Jihyo’s crotch. Just as she had knelt to fix the sink, she now did so to immerse herself in a different kind of wetness. One that was undeniably a thousand times more pleasurable and delightful. 

With her thumb, she pushed aside the ruined fabric, finally revealing before her the work of art that was Jihyo’s cunt. Soaked, throbbing, and burning with the fire that this illicit encounter was igniting within her. Momo could do nothing but lick her lips at such a sight, as if she were a cat eyeing a juicy fish. Or rather, like a wild feline stalking its prey, about to pounce on it and sink its claws into its tender flesh.

The calm before the storm was a few agonizing seconds during which only Momo’s breathing could be heard in the kitchen, before she finally decided to dive between the legs of a woman she hadn’t even known an hour ago. A married woman who was half-naked on the kitchen island of the house she shared with her wife. Something Momo shouldn’t be doing, but to her, it seemed like there was nothing else in the world right now.

Momo’s flat tongue landed on Jihyo’s folds, causing another moan; one more of the many Momo had elicited from her in such a short time. Something else to add to the list of things Momo had done to her that made her melt like a candle under the summer sun.

Jihyo’s nectar flowed copiously from her center, which had become a spring from which Momo quenched her thirst. Jihyo was the forbidden fruit of pleasure and lust. A ripe, juicy fruit that throbbed at Momo’s touch, releasing more and more nectar as she licked.

As if that weren’t enough, the plumber decided to push Jihyo a little further into madness. With the same finger that had earlier pushed aside the thong, Momo now caressed Jihyo’s clitoris. The bundle of nerves gave in to her caresses, sending electric sensations that made Jihyo’s toes curl and a lump form in her throat. A dry moan, almost like a growl, escaped her mouth unexpectedly.

Despite it being her first time with her, Momo quickly found Jihyo’s sweet spots. She quickly grasped where to lick and when to suck, how to move her thumb, and how deep to go with her tongue. Jihyo was an open book to Momo, who had become an avid reader of this forbidden tome. Turning page after page without missing a single detail of the reactions her reading provoked in Jihyo, who shuddered and moaned especially loudly when Momo applied more pressure to her clitoris.

Gushing like a broken pipe, Jihyo braced her hands behind her, leaning her full weight onto them and, consequently, onto the counter of the island. If her wife found her like this, lying on her back with her legs spread so the plumber could eat her pussy, it would definitely be the end of their marriage. Luckily, her wife had decided to go out and leave her home alone; now she had to face the consequences of her actions.

It was almost pathetic that Jihyo was already in heaven with so little. Just a few licks and a few strokes on the bundle of nerves that was her clitoris, and she was already moaning pitifully as her pulse quickened to the rhythm of the woman’s licks between her legs. So little caused so much in her that it was evident how neglected she was, how much her wife had been ignoring the book of Jihyo’s pleasure.

Without thinking, she grabbed Momo by the head. As if her hand were a claw and she were an eagle firmly gripping her prey so it couldn’t escape. But was it really necessary? No, of course not. Momo had knelt down willingly and had plunged into the depths of Jihyo’s crotch, seeking her own pleasure as well. Momo was satisfying her hunger, but holding her like this gave Jihyo a sense of control that she liked. It was like holding the leash of a puppy you knew wasn’t going anywhere.

If it weren’t for the fact that it would make her fall off the island, Jihyo would have been grinding her center against Momo’s face. Just as she was, supporting her weight with one hand and holding Momo with the other, it was the perfect position to do it. To let herself go, once again, and use the plumber’s face to give herself pleasure.

Momo took the hand holding her head as yet another confirmation of how well she was doing. That she was making the right decisions when licking, sucking, or penetrating with her tongue. That her thumb, instead of causing discomfort, was delivering nothing but pleasure. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s hand confirming this, but also the heat of her pussy, the small tremors in her thighs, the way her moans had risen in intensity until reaching a brazen volume. It wasn’t just Jihyo’s sweet moans bouncing off the kitchen walls, but also the way she pressed Momo’s head against her body.

Perhaps Jihyo couldn’t grind against her, but that didn’t stop her from pressing Momo deeper into her crotch. Now Momo ate with greater greed, with more brazenness, and in a more reckless manner. Jihyo’s nectar dripped down her chin, staining her neck just as sweat had done before.

There was no longer room for her hand; there was only room for her face and her hunger for the married woman. Momo pressed her face against her, practically devouring her, making wet noises as she ate her pussy. She took both of Jihyo’s thighs behind the knee and spread them as far as she could without hurting her. Pulling her, she drew her closer until Jihyo’s ass was on the edge of the precipice, practically about to fall off the island. She was only staying on the furniture thanks to Momo’s hands.

Maybe it was that wild hunger with which she was eating her pussy, or the pornographic sounds Momo made while doing it. The way the plumber’s tongue explored her insides without restraint, and her lips kissed her wet folds. It could have been being literally on the verge of falling, held up only by her hand and because her legs were draped over Momo’s shoulders. It may have been each of those things or all of them at once that pushed her over the inescapable precipice of sexual climax.

Pushing Momo’s head against her body, Jihyo came all over her face. Her pussy throbbed against Momo’s face as if trying to communicate with her in Morse code, while her nectar flowed in copious amounts, staining her entire face. Momo didn’t protest or try to pull away; she simply stayed there, drinking as much as she could with the same hunger with which she had been eating. Feeling Jihyo convulse and throb against her face.

The pleasure made her close her eyes and throw her head back like that as the orgasm hit her hard. Countless waves of pleasure coursed through Jihyo’s body, making her shudder and curl her toes. She had to make an effort not to crush Momo’s skull or break her nails against the deck of the island, she was clenching so hard. Her mouth was open as if she were about to moan, but at that very moment, when the pleasure was at its peak, Jihyo didn’t let out a single moan. She froze in silence, trying to withstand the onslaught of the orgasm, while the sun filtering through the sheer curtain created patterns on her face and bare chest.

Those were glorious moments until the pleasure began to subside and Jihyo came down from the clouds to realize she was barely keeping her balance, at this point only aided by Momo. Her legs were still draped over Momo’s shoulders, and if not for that, her ass would have slipped off the island long ago. Using the sink faucet as an anchor point, Jihyo sat back down properly, or as close to it as she could manage. After all, sitting on the kitchen island with her legs spread and her bare chest exposed wasn’t exactly what you’d call normal, especially when there was someone between her legs who wasn’t her wife.

Finally, Momo was free to pull away, to stand up, to breathe normally. Her face was covered in Jihyo’s fluids; it was obvious at a glance how they had dripped down her chin and fallen onto her shirt as well. The fluid stains mingled with the water from the sink, making it clear that Momo needed a change of clothes urgently. But even more urgent was catching her breath, because her chest was rising and falling as if she’d run a marathon, when in reality she’d only been devouring Jihyo. To her, both activities seemed equally physically demanding.

“I think that leak is fixed now.” The mischievous tone of those words didn’t go unnoticed by Jihyo, who was still catching her breath.

With her head still tilted back and her eyes closed, Jihyo gently bit her lower lip, as if trying to stifle a sigh, before saying anything. “There are still places you should check.”

“I don’t know if I should…” Momo was still hungry, but doubt suddenly crept into her mind.

“I insist you should check every corner, every pipe…” Jihyo let the words slip out as she moved her feet, which dangled from the island without quite touching the floor, playing with them with a joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Maybe my room is a good place to keep looking.”

“Do you have problems there too?” Momo’s confidence wavered as she played along with Jihyo.

“You have no idea.” Jihyo tugged on Momo’s shirt to pull her closer, making her take up the space between her legs again. With her other hand, she wiped Momo’s face, or at least her mouth, before leaning into her lips and whispering against them. “Are you going to let me show you?”

Momo couldn’t help but kiss Jihyo, sending her doubts about what she was doing back to the depths of her mind. The married woman’s offer was too tempting, too good, to think twice about accepting it. She’d already made her come once, and that “search” in the bedroom promised more orgasms for both of them. 

The disparity in their clothing had to be remedied promptly. While Momo was still fully clothed, Jihyo was missing her shorts and had her breasts exposed, plus her dress was hiked up to her waist. So she lifted Momo’s shirt, breaking the kiss just to pull the garment over her head and toss it somewhere she didn’t even bother to look. Her nimble hands then found the clasp of the bra and got rid of that garment as well. The plumber’s breasts now hung freely for Jihyo’s hands to do whatever they wanted with them.

Being naked from the waist up but still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her work boots gave Momo a peculiar look, something you didn’t see every day. Her bare torso was beautiful. Momo’s arms were defined by her work, but the way her abs were defined was the result of something entirely different. It was clear at a glance that despite her somewhat unkempt appearance, Momo took the time to work on her body. Her powerful yet still feminine appearance combined with her work clothes to give her a somewhat raw aura, a kind of roughness that was driving Jihyo crazy. 

Clearly, Momo’s breasts were firmer than Jihyo’s. She confirmed this herself when she squeezed one, feeling the flesh of her breast spill between her fingers yet still retain its shape. Momo moaned into Jihyo’s mouth; she, too, was in need. The poor thing had eaten her cunt with a voracious hunger, receiving nothing in return but Jihyo’s moans and fluids. She had neglected herself in her quest to give the married woman more pleasure; that was something she needed to be rewarded for right now. 

Jihyo let herself fall from the counter, pressing her weight against Momo, grinding her wet center against her thigh and adding a new stain to the jumpsuit. This time it was something different from the water from the pipes, but it flowed in a similar way. 

“Bedroom… Now.” Amid kisses and sighs, the words managed to leave her mouth, but her lips couldn’t leave Momo’s. Momo held her firmly and pressed her thigh against Jihyo’s soaked center, not caring about the new wet stain forming there.

Finally, Jihyo managed to break free from Momo’s grip, not without a great effort of will on her part, and ran first out of the kitchen, then up the stairs. Momo lagged behind, standing in the same spot before deciding to go after Jihyo.

It was obvious that Momo didn’t know where the master bedroom was, or any other room for that matter, but Jihyo had left a trail of clothes for her to follow. She had gone up the stairs, Momo knew that because she had heard her, and halfway up she found Jihyo’s heels.

With every step she took, the wooden stairs creaked under the weight of her work boots, signaling to Jihyo that Momo was following the clues she had left behind. Just like Hansel and Gretel, Momo found more items of clothing along the way. First the dress, then the discarded bra a little further on showed her which direction to take. At the end of the hallway, she found Jihyo’s panties hanging from the doorknob of a half-open door, like a clear invitation to venture into the deepest recesses of the house. “The X marks the treasure,” Momo whispered to herself as she pushed the door open.

Knowing she was trespassing, the plumber crossed the threshold with a firm, determined stride. This was territory where she shouldn’t be, but she had been invited nonetheless. Momo was like a vampire lurking in the night until the maiden invited her in, except it was mid-morning and Jihyo was by no means an innocent damsel. Perhaps she was the exact opposite.

From all the clothes strewn along the path, Momo knew Jihyo was naked, but she hadn’t expected to find her like this. Jihyo was in her bed, the same one she shared with her wife every night, propped up on a pile of pillows. Her legs were spread wide, brazenly exposing her still-damp pussy, as if it were the final invitation Momo needed to erase all her doubts.

“With all that clothes on, you won’t be able to inspect it properly.” The words floated over to Momo, and then she realized she was still wearing the overalls tied at the waist and her boots. She must have looked comical, admiring Jihyo’s nakedness with her mouth slightly open, when she herself was topless and in her work clothes.

Never in her life had Momo undressed so quickly. The boots flew off her feet, and when she took off the overalls, Jihyo smiled at the sight of a damp spot on the plumber’s panties. She had caused that. Momo’s ruined panties ended up in an unorganised pile with the rest of her clothes. 

Now in the same state of nudity as Jihyo, she climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the married woman. Momo moved like a wild animal ready to attack its prey; and in fact, she was. She was ready to pounce on Jihyo and devour her once more, but the woman had other plans for her. She made that clear by grabbing Momo by the face and pulling her toward her to kiss her. Instantly, the two melted into a desperate kiss, letting their tongues battle for a few moments before pulling apart again to catch their breath.

Momo didn’t waste any time and went to kiss Jihyo’s neck, while she played with her hair and held her by the back. Momo’s back was stronger than Jihyo had thought; she could feel her muscles under her palm and trace them easily with her fingertips, drawing lines across Momo’s skin as she focused on kissing Jihyo’s neck.

“Let me return the favor,” the married woman whispered into Momo’s ear, as if speaking those words in a low voice would hide the fact that she was cheating on her wife. “You’re already so wet, and just from eating me.” Jihyo took the opportunity to slide the hand that had been on her back down to Momo’s crotch, where her fingers felt the wetness of her center. The plumber found Jihyo’s lips and moaned right into her mouth as she felt her soaked folds. 

“I have a better idea.” Momo’s trembling voice did nothing to hide that she was resisting the urge to let herself go and accept Jihyo’s offer, but at least right now she needed more than just her fingers. She needed a different, more special touch, something gentler.

Gently, Momo pulled away from Jihyo, kneeling in front of her. The mattress sank under her weight as if it knew she didn’t belong there, as if it wasn’t used to supporting her weight. But it could also just be that Momo was putting all her weight on a single point. In any case, ignoring her struggles, Momo took Jihyo by the thighs and pulled her, sliding her so she was lying more flat but with her head still resting on the pillows. Immediately, her fingers wrapped around the married woman’s delicate ankle and lifted it to spread her legs and expose her center.

Jihyo let the other woman do whatever she wanted with her; she had long since surrendered to her in this lustful and illicit adventure. She didn’t protest when Momo dragged her or when she lifted her leg; she just looked at her with that special gleam in her deep brown eyes, one that had recently awakened. Momo had already proven she knew what she was doing when she went down there to devour her with eagerness and skill, so why not continue to trust her abilities?

With her eyes half-closed, Momo admired the chaos that was Jihyo’s crotch, glistening with a mixture of her own wetness and Momo’s saliva. Carefully, the plumber slid a foot over Jihyo’s outstretched leg and straddled her thigh, still keeping her ankle raised. Now it was Momo’s wetness that clung to Jihyo’s skin. Her center seemed to burn against the married woman’s thigh; her firm muscles offered a resistance that Momo appreciated. Finally, some friction where she needed it most.

Meeting Jihyo’s eyes, Momo slid up her thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, until there was no more leg to rub against. Then their centers met, and Momo felt Jihyo’s delicate lips against her own.

There was hunger in Jihyo’s gaze, a hunger that overwhelmed Momo but at the same time drove her forward. Jihyo’s deep brown eyes looked deep into Momo’s, connecting on a level beyond mere gazes. She didn’t blink, but she did narrow her eyes when Momo began to move, rubbing her center against Jihyo’s. They continued to stare intently at each other even when they had to open their mouths to moan. Nothing could break their eye contact.

Their centers rubbed together in a wet kiss, charged with lust and hunger. Momo’s hips moved rhythmically while Jihyo lifted her own to increase the friction. Their moans blended into one, like a symphony musicalising their illicit encounter, interrupted only occasionally by small gasps from the effort of burning their centers together.

Eating Jihyo’s cunt had been a wonderful thing, but it had deprived Momo of seeing her reactions; now that she was naked on top of her, that had changed completely. Now Momo didn’t miss a single detail of the reactions she was causing in the married woman. Every tremor of her lips, the blush on her cheeks, the intensity of her gaze locked on hers. Everything was captured by the plumber’s eager eyes, which suddenly weren’t satisfied with just looking into Jihyo’s eyes, she also wanted to devour her with her gaze, and one could say she was already doing just that.

The plumber had a feast before her eyes, and that only made her even hungrier. Jihyo’s body trembled at the movements of her hips, causing her breasts and abdomen to quiver to the rhythm set by Momo with each rotation of her core. It was clear that the woman exercised a lot, but her body still had that softness just in the right spots. 

Jihyo reached out to grab the hand Momo still had free, the one not holding her ankle, to give her more stability and a point of anchor so she could move her hips more frantically. Their fingers intertwined as Momo picked up the pace and Jihyo used her other hand to play with her breasts, putting on a show that made Momo’s heart skip a few beats. How was it possible that this married woman looked so spectacular and immaculate in a situation like this? If it weren’t for the fact that she was already married and cheating on her wife with Momo, she would have thought she’d found the perfect woman.

Jihyo’s hand looked small as it intertwined with Momo’s. The plumber gripped it tightly, making her biceps stand out even more and showcasing the toned muscles of her arms in all their glory. As her calloused hand clung fervently to the married woman’s, her abdomen contracted and stretched with each new rotation of her hips. The mere sight of Momo’s toned abs contorting made Jihyo bite her lower lip.

The support provided by Jihyo allowed Momo to apply a little more force, pressing herself a little closer against her while Jihyo herself pushed her hips upward in search of Momo. The pressure continued to build in their cores, as did the wetness and heat, causing their lips to slide more easily together in that obscene kiss they were sharing. Soon the heat and pressure became too intense to contain. Their cores throbbed with fervor, making their swollen lips burn with the fire of lust. A fire that was consuming them both.

With spectacular synchrony, they both let themselves go at the same time, plunging into the river of lust and letting themselves be swept away by the current of pleasure. As if they were one, the orgasm hit them at the same time, causing their bodies to tremble and their moans to lose any composure that might have remained in them. But despite the waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies, neither stopped pressing against the other, thrusting their hips to soothe the heat of their throbbing centers. 

When it became undeniable that they were being dragged into the void of the climax, their gazes met again and remained locked as pleasure took over their bodies without restraint. One’s gaze fixed on the other’s, looking directly into her being, scrutinizing the deepest recesses of her soul. All while wave after wave of pleasure washed over them completely.

Momo released Jihyo’s leg and let herself fall gently onto her, with half her body on top of the married woman’s, though their legs were still intertwined. Her breathing was ragged, not just from the effort of grinding against the other woman, but also from the adrenaline and the excitement of the orgasm. The plumber watched as Jihyo’s chest rose and fell as she tried to fill her lungs with air, and without a second thought, she reached out to capture one of her breasts with her mouth, giving small sucks and nibbles that made Jihyo moan softly.

The married woman interlaced her fingers with Momo’s hair, and after letting her lick a few times, gently pulled her away from her breast. The plumber didn’t have time to protest because Jihyo pulled her in for a passionate kiss. This time it was she who invaded Momo’s mouth with her tongue to explore its depths and make their tongues battle once more. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that they were trying to catch their breath; all that was on their minds was the need to never part from each other’s lips.

Jihyo let go of Momo’s hair, and Momo took the opportunity to straddle the woman’s abdomen, staining it with her fluids. Jihyo didn’t care; she no longer cared if the plumber’s scent lingered on her body, all the better if it did. All she did was run her hands over Momo’s toned back, tracing the defined muscles with her fingers, feeling them tense and flex under her touch. Always moving downward along a path that inevitably led her to grab, with open, greedy hands, a handful of Momo’s ass.

The plumber moaned into the housewife’s mouth, feeling her core grow wet again despite still recovering from her recent orgasm. Her breasts rubbed against the other’s as they moved to adjust their lips to the kiss they were sharing. Only a few moments had passed, and they were already trying to devour each other again.

Then Momo felt trapped in the claws of a predator. She had entered the room willingly to consummate the illicit act to which she had been invited, and it never crossed her mind that she was walking straight into the lair of a beast. She had already seen in the kitchen just how insatiable Jihyo was, the sheer magnitude of the hunger she felt. Even though Momo was the one who had steered the action in a certain way, it had all happened on Jihyo’s turf. Maybe Momo wasn’t the predator she’d thought at first; maybe this married woman hadn’t fallen from the sky as a reward for her, but was instead using her to sate a hunger her wife was no longer able to satisfy. That was most likely the case, and honestly, Momo couldn’t care less. All of that was worth it for the pleasure that was setting her body ablaze. At the end the vampire was just a poor bat blinded by the incandesce of Jihyo's lust.

Momo was in Jihyo's claws and that was how being gently Jihyo moved Momo’s body, and Momo let her do whatever she wanted without protesting; it was already too late to start complaining. Soon the plumber found herself lying on her back with her head resting on the pillows and her thighs spread apart. Jihyo was beside her, but their bodies weren’t at the same level. She had broken the kiss to position herself slightly higher than Momo, and instead of her lips, she offered one of her breasts, which Momo accepted willingly.

Now the tables had completely turned from how things had been in the kitchen. Even though Momo had one of Jihyo’s breasts in her mouth, it was Jihyo who was now in control of the situation. It was her hand that wandered down Momo’s thigh, caressing her skin, sending shivers wherever it went despite the heat radiating from her fingers. That hand felt like a silent promise yet to come; both knew what the final destination was, but neither said a word. Momo simply lay there, sucking on the breast that had been placed in her mouth, while Jihyo traced patterns on the inner side of her thigh.

It was all part of the game, of how Jihyo had let herself fall into the plumber’s arms and was now taking control. Her hand moved slowly but surely toward Momo’s center, feeling the heat radiating from the anticipation of not knowing when the inevitable was finally going to happen. Then Jihyo’s fingers finally reached the woman’s wet folds, sending a small shiver through her body as she closed her eyes to withdraw from this world and surrender herself completely to Jihyo’s hands.

For some reason, Momo thought the woman would be rougher with her, that now that she was completely in control and Momo had surrendered so passively to her caresses, she would show her no mercy. But quite the opposite; her touch was gentle, gentle yet determined. Jihyo didn’t hesitate for a moment as her fingers caressed Momo’s folds, soaking up in her love juices and spreading them across her center. Doing whatever she wanted with the plumber’s vulva. 

When it all began, Momo had pounced on the woman like an animal in heat, but now she lay like a kitten in Jihyo’s arms. Her moans were muffled by the breast in her mouth, and her folds were being explored by an expert hand. Her hips moved almost of their own accord, and Jihyo immediately withdrew her hand, making it absolutely clear who was in control, who was setting the pace here. Momo had no choice but to focus on sucking while the hand resumed its mischief on her throbbing center.

Jihyo’s new target was Momo’s swollen lips. She caressed them, drawing out more muffled moans. She traced them with her fingertips and rubbed them, playing with them as she felt her owner melt in her hands. Then she found her clitoris and attacked it too, rolling it gently between her fingers, taking care not to overwhelm Momo with the caresses she was bestowing upon her.

Even though the plumber was soaking wet, Jihyo brought her fingers to her mouth, more to taste Momo’s nectar than to add saliva. She was sure that the Momo’s own wetness would be enough for what she had in mind, so she focused on savoring her nectar and swallowing it all, hungrily cleaning up every last trace of her essence, using her tongue to trace between her fingers and leave nothing behind.

One of Jihyo’s hands caressed Momo’s hair, occasionally brushing across her forehead, while the other, without any shame, returned to rubbing her cunt. This time, just two fingers slid between her folds, drawing circles and applying pressure, masturbating Momo in a delicious way. With expert, precise movements, as if she knew her lover’s anatomy perfectly, she stimulated her until her fingers were once again soaked in her nectar, drenched in her essence. Then, without warning, and while her other hand gently caressed the woman’s forehead, Jihyo pressed those same two fingers into the opening of her center and invaded Momo’s pussy.

The inside of the plumber’s pussy felt velvety, with a warmth that welcomed Jihyo’s intruding fingers, making them feel right at home. Momo clung tighter to the nipple in her mouth because it was the only thing left for her to do. Just as Jihyo had spread her legs in the kitchen so Momo could eat her out, now Momo had to play her part and spread her legs so the married woman could try to even the score of orgasms.

“Try,” as if Momo weren’t already melting from the heat spreading from her core and coursing through her entire body. Jihyo’s fingers spread apart inside her and probed her depths, caressing her walls. Filling her up and then closing in, so her pussy would never get used to the stimulation it was receiving. By the time Jihyo started literally fucking Momo’s cunt with her hand, Momo had already become a whimpering mess. Nothing remained of the resolve and determination she’d shown in the kitchen; now she simply lay in a married couple’s bed, a marriage she wasn’t a part of, while Jihyo cheated on her wife with her. “While she’s using me to be unfaithful,” Momo told herself, but what does it matter if being used feels this good? Maybe Momo wouldn’t mind if Jihyo used her a few more times if she took care of her this well again.

The plumber’s moans were muffled by Jihyo’s breast, but her body was making another sound; or rather, both of them were. The fingers felt so good inside her, giving her so much pleasure, that her center was completely soaked and now squelched with every thrust of Jihyo’s fingers. The woman was truly doing whatever she wanted with her. Giving her relentless pleasure while caressing her forehead with her other hand to calm her down. A duality of sensations that was driving Momo absolutely insane.

As Jihyo spread her fingers while continuing her relentless assault on Momo’s pussy, the pleasure Momo was receiving reached a new peak. Then she had the brilliant idea of using her thumb to caress Momo's clit while her fingers continued going back and forth. With this last action the inevitable didn’t take long to happen, and when Momo could no longer process the sensations invading her body, she exploded. She literally exploded, shooting a stream of fluids from her cunt as her body trembled. 

Jihyo held her in place but didn’t stop giving her pleasure. In a way that was now somewhat torturous, she continued fucking Momo, causing her fluids to splash everywhere. She didn’t care that her forearm or the sheets were getting even more stained, that they were becoming more deeply imbued with the plumber’s essence. Faced with that, Momo was unable to keep clinging to the breast she had in her mouth, and now, free of all restraint, her moans echoed unabashedly as she melted in pleasure. Something totally unimaginable when Momo walked through the door of the house to simply repair the sink.

When Jihyo’s fingers slipped out of Momo’s center with a squelching sound, a final shudder ran through her. A moan, almost a cry of protest for the emptiness, escaped her lips. Her body had endured so much in such a short time that she simply collapsed. As Jihyo continued stroking her forehead and whispering something she couldn’t quite make out, Momo fell asleep.

The next time Momo opened her eyes, it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened. She almost felt bad for falling asleep like that after staining Jihyo’s bed, but no one could blame her for that after the way Jihyo had made her feel. When she finally came to her full senses, she realized she was still in bed, in the exact same spot where she’d fallen asleep, but Jihyo had slipped a towel under her so her body wouldn’t be in contact with the stained sheets while she slept.

Jihyo was there too, right in front of her. Lying on her side, looking at Momo, with her hair pulled back in a bun and a cigarette between her fingers. The smoke hid her features for a second as it escaped her nose, but then it drifted gently toward the window, which was now open. Momo snatched the cigarette from between her fingers and took a drag before handing it back to her. Instead of taking it, Jihyo leaned in to kiss Momo but stopped when her lips were almost pressed against the other woman’s; then they passed the smoke from one mouth to the other as if Jihyo were sucking Momo’s soul out. Maybe that’s what it really was.

“How long did I sleep?” Momo asked, stretching.

“A little over half an hour.” Jihyo handed the cigarette to Momo, and this time she smoked it properly. “You were sleeping so deeply that you didn’t even wake up when I put the towel on you.”

“Thanks for that. It’s been so long since I came like that.” Momo let the words slip out, a little embarrassed for the way she exploded and drenched Jihyo and her bed. Her cheeks turned red but she ignored it and instead rolled over to lie on her back and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey.” Jihyo took her hand. “It’s the least I can do for you.” Momo’s heart skipped a beat when their fingers intertwined and Jihyo lay down beside her, leaving the cigarette forgotten in the ashtray on the nightstand. “Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Just hope the neighbors don’t see us. I wouldn’t know how to explain to them that I go out with a toolbox only to turn around and knock on the door.” Momo wrinkled her nose in an amused gesture.

“We’ll figure something out if that happens.” Jihyo rested her head on Momo’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Next time I can be a pizza delivery girl, or, or…” Momo wasn’t able to finish that sentence because Jihyo kissed her gently on the lips.

“Looks like you really enjoyed it.” 

“It was a good experience.” Momo let out a sigh before continuing. “I never thought playing like that would be so much fun.”

“We should thank Nayeon for the suggestion.” Momo shuddered slightly when Jihyo said the name of their relationship counselor, but other than that, she didn’t react. “We’re going to get through this,” Jihyo said after a moment of silence. “Therapy is going well. We have a new house in a new neighborhood, and we have each other.”

The truth was, the house wasn’t new at all. It was old and in need of many repairs, just like their marriage. But the foundation was solid, and they both had the will to set aside their differences and work together to fix it; again just like their marriage. As Jihyo said, therapy was improving things between them, and this little role-playing game had helped them forget the constant fights and the cutting remarks they’d gotten used to hurling at each other during the worst part of their relationship. Now, just like the house, their marriage was blossoming again.

“We should take a bath.” Jihyo stood up, pulling Momo with her. “We need it.”

“We should also go out for lunch somewhere nice.” They hugged each other at the foot of their bed. “Maybe you could wear that dress again…”

“Forget it.” Jihyo planted little kisses on her wife’s lips. “It’s too low-cut; I feel like my boobs are going to pop out at any moment.”

Momo laughed at the image that had formed in her mind, but instead of saying something obscene that would surely have earned her a scolding from Jihyo, she simply grabbed her by the butt and lifted her off the floor. Her wife caught on and helped by taking a little hop, ending up wrapping her legs around her wife’s waist and clinging to her neck with her arms.

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.

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

momo slammed hard into a solid body, her books scattering all over the floor.

“oh my god! i-im so sorry!” momo yelped. she looked up to see who it was she’d run into.

of course, it was jihyo, the most popular girl in the school who for some reason hated her guts. 

“ugh, watch where you’re going for fuck’s sake.” a scowl was on her lips. 

“i’m so sorry,” momo apologized again, feeling her cheeks heat up. jihyo scoffed as if she was the most pathetic thing in the world and walked away without another word, stepping on one of momo’s books on the way.

the japanese girl sighed. she crouched down to collect her books, her glasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose.

—

momo always sat in the front of the class — it was easiest to learn when the teacher was right in front of her. her nose was currently buried in a book, waiting for class to start. 

from behind her, she heard her name and a series of giggles following it. there was more shuffling behind her before she felt a hand tap her shoulder. momo quickly turned around, surprised that the hand belonged to sana minatozaki. a wide smile was on the girl’s face and she held out a small envelope. 

“there’s going to be a party at my house tonight if you want to come,” she said sweetly. momo just stared at her. why would the most popular group bother inviting her to some party? when sana didn’t immediately laugh in her face, momo realized that she should at least say something.

“uh– i– thanks. i’ll t-think about it,” momo stumbled through her words. she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before shyly reaching out to grab the invitation.

sana beamed another bright smile at her before skipping off to where everyone else was sitting. momo cautiously looked over to the group, her heart drumming in her chest when she caught jihyo’s gaze. the girl had an unreadable expression on her face, though she quickly turned around when she caught momo looking at her.

“there’s no fucking way that hirai momo will come,” jeongyeon whispered into jihyo’s ear. jihyo stole another glance at the japanese girl in front who had already returned to reading her book.

“she better not. why are you inviting her anyways, sana?”

“i don’t know, won’t it be so funny if she actually decides to come?” sana covered her mouth to stifle her giggle. “and who knows, maybe we’ll see her wear something besides that monsters inc hoodie.”

—

momo was pacing in front of her dresser. for some reason, she had decided to go to sana’s party. it was a friday night after all, and she had already finished all her homework during lunch. but… maybe that was to change if she couldn’t find anything decent to wear.

“what do people even wear to parties?” she muttered to herself, grimacing at the bright floral dress in her hands.

“momo, what about this?” her sister barged into her room with a short black dress, the one with an impossibly low neckline. momo blushed immediately at the thought of wearing it.

“i couldn’t! it’s too…” she trailed off, still shaking her head no. her sister just laughed.

“at least try it on first.”

—

the fabric of the dress seemed to cling to every curve of her body. it also brought a lot of unwanted attention to her… chest area. 

“see, isn’t it perfect?” her sister clapped her hands.

“uh i-i don’t know…” momo turned around to inspect the back of her dress and immediately yelped. it did very little to cover anything — she could basically see the cheeky parts of her ass every time she moved. 

“well, if we don’t go now, you won’t have anyone to drive you. i have somewhere to be by 11.”

momo looked at herself hesitantly in the mirror before nodding. “okay, i guess this is fine. i mean it’s kind of—” she blushed as she thought of the word to describe herself in the dress.

—

the japanese girl nervously tugged her dress lower. the house in front of her was huge — almost the size of a mansion. 

“have fun!” her sister called before speeding off to her date. momo nervously walked in through the double french doors. loud bass resonated throughout the walls and she could already see the empty cups of alcohol stationed around the house.

“hey! there’s drinks over—” sana greeted her enthusiastically before trailing off. “hirai momo?!” sana’s eyes widened, her voice pitching up a few octaves.

“oh— u-uh hi. thanks for inviting me,” momo said nervously, her cheeks heating up at the way sana’s gaze dragged itself all over her body.

“wow, you look great,” sana practically purred, her voice now taking on a sultry tone. “here, come this way.” sana put a hand on her lower back under the guise of leading her to the living room area.

“guys, look who came,” sana said as she wrapped an arm around momo’s waist. jihyo’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. she hadn’t expected momo to come at all, let alone wearing that. jihyo’s eyes narrowed at the way sana clung tightly to the blushing girl. 

“nice dress, hirai,” jeongyeon whistled. momo shyly ducked her head in thanks.

once everyone had made small talk, sana led momo to the bar, claiming that she would make her a really good drink.

“since when did sana have the hots for momo?” jihyo slurred to jeongyeon, feeling a bit of unease at the way momo laughed at something sana said. jeongyeon just shrugged, taking a long swig of the drink in her hands. 

jihyo’s eyes blatantly gazed at momo’s backside — she’d never known that momo’s figure looked like that from all the baggy clothing she wore. she could see the smiles of her ample cheeks from all the way over at the couches and the smallest sliver of her underwear from how short the dress was.

she could see the way sana’s hands slid even lower, close enough that her palm was over momo’s ass. momo seemed oblivious to sana’s passes, still talking excitedly about something. her hands were moving as she continued to speak, naïve the way sana eyed her cleavage from above.

jihyo stood up and sauntered over to the bar area. “sana,” jihyo interrupted cooly, making the two girls stare up at her. “i think mina’s looking for you.”

sana gave a confused look, scanning her eyes through the crowd. “i’ll be right back,” she whispered into momo’s ear before excusing herself quickly.

now that momo was alone with jihyo, she turned quiet again, her gaze down at the colorful drink in her hands.

“i didn’t think you’d be one to drink,” jihyo said smoothly. momo looked at her again in surprise.

“o-oh i don’t. i’m just holding it in my hand because s-sana gave it to me.” momo set the cup down on the table and shuffled awkwardly. 

it turned quiet again.

“so,” jihyo cleared her throat. “you and sana a thing?”

momo’s eyes turned comically wide at her words. “w-what?!” she sputtered, shaking her head avidly. “we’re not! i m-mean she seems nice but i don’t really know her, so…”

jihyo hummed thoughtfully. “if that’s the case then, why don’t you follow me real quick?” the tanned girl grabbed onto momo’s wrist and dragged her upstairs through the crowds of people.

—

“w-what are we doing here?” momo asked breathlessly. jihyo locked the door behind them, leaving the only source of light to be the moon that shone in through the curtains. 

“lay on the bed, momo,” jihyo said. her voice was unlike any that momo had heard before — it was smooth and velvety, not laced with the usual frustration or disdain in her tone. 

“i– okay.” momo slipped off her heels and laid on the bed, looking expectantly at jihyo with wide eyes. “what do you want me to—”

jihyo crashed her lips onto momo’s, pressing her body on top of the other girl. momo froze for a second before trying her best to reciprocate the kiss. she could taste the bitterness of alcohol on jihyo’s tongue.

“you’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” jihyo panted as she broke the kiss. momo just looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded with lust and innocence at the same time. 

“no n-never.”

“well let me teach you, baby,” jihyo slurred, looking adamantly at the girl under her. “that okay?”

momo nodded, biting back a whimper when jihyo pressed her palm against her clothed core.

“good girl. let’s get this slutty dress off you, hmm? i can’t believe you fucking wore this to a party.”

jihyo pulled the body-tight dress off of her, biting her lips when she realized that momo wasn’t wearing any sort of bra.

“fuck,” jihyo whispered as she squeezed momo’s breasts together. momo squirmed under her touch — she’d never been touched like this outside of her imagination. jihyo rubbed her thumbs against momo’s nipples, toying with them until they became hard under her touch.

“you know everyone was looking at you right? especially sana,” jihyo said, her touches becoming a bit rougher as she mentioned sana. soft moans escaped momo’s lips as jihyo continued to knead her chest.

“i didn’t know,” momo eventually whispered. she tried to push jihyo’s hands lower, needing her touches elsewhere. 

jihyo scoffed and stopped her movements, making momo whine. “you’re telling me you came to this party wearing barely anything and you didn’t fucking know what you were doing?”

momo’s eyes remained closed, her mind to foggy with pleasure. “jihyo please, i d-don’t know. please touch me.”

jihyo bit back a laugh. for someone who kept her head in a book all day, momo was surprisingly touch-starved. she dragged a long finger over momo’s clothed core, finding the flimsy piece of clothing already soaked in its entirety. momo squirmed and twisted at even the smallest touches — it made jihyo feel somewhat smug to relish in the fact that she was the first one to ruin momo like this, to touch her in her most private places. 

when she thought she’d teased momo enough, she finally removed her underwear. jihyo drew light circles into momo’s clit, smirking as the japanese elicited a loud moan. then, without any sort of warning, jihyo shoved her middle finger inside momo — she was wet enough that her finger slid in easily.

“you’re so tight,” jihyo groaned. momo’s walls squeezed around her finger so tightly, and jihyo could even feel her arousal dripping around her hand as she continued to pump in and out.

“o-oh god— feels so good,” momo whimpered. moans continued to spill out of her lips in the pace that jihyo hit against her g-spot.  

“yeah, that’s it baby. you’re taking me so good,” jihyo cooed as momo continued to moan uncontrollably, her body squirming from the new sensations of pleasure. momo’s hips lifted as soon as the praise left jihyo’s mouth.

“you like that, don’t you?”

“mmmh it feels so good,” momo cried out, her hips arching into the bed. all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s finger going in and out of her dripping hole, filling her up with a sensation she didn’t know she was missing. 

“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl,” jihyo praised as she sped up her hand. 

“jihyo,” momo gasped. “i think i’m—” the japanese girl’s moans became higher pitched, her thighs beginning to shake.

jihyo pumped even harder until momo’s eyes rolled back to her head. momo grabbed on tightly to the sheets as she climaxed, a string of loud curses falling from her lips. jihyo took her fingers drenched with momo’s juices and sucked them clean, moaning a little at the taste. 

“oh my god,” momo whispered as her eyes fluttered open. she could still feel the way her core pulsed and the way her heart drummed loudly in her ears. jihyo was looking over at her with a smirk, a satisfactory look in her eyes.

“let’s get you dressed, baby.”

—

“hey where were you guys?” sana questioned. she couldn’t help but notice how flustered momo looked and how she walked with a slight limp to her leg. momo’s face grew even more pink at the question, looking anywhere but sana’s eyes. 

“i was just helping her meet new people,” jihyo said quickly, wrapping an arm around momo to keep her steady. “i think she just got too excited.”

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!!