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Stress was a natural part of this job.
Being an idol was insanely demanding: physically, mentally, and especially emotionally. If they didn’t have a way to deal with their stress, they could break at any possible moment.
They all had different ways of dealing with it: binge watching dramas, picking up new hobbies, spending time with nature, reading, pets, video games, all kinds of things.
None of those things were exactly enough for Jihyo.
Especially after debut, especially as things just got harder and harder and Jihyo could feel herself threatening to implode from the constant pressure.
Until one day, when Jeongyeon wasn’t in the dorm, Jihyo stayed up with Momo to comfort her after a particularly difficult day of practice.
The two cried in each other’s arms, something that happened way more often than they could have ever expected. And in the darkness, after they were dried of their tears, something deep inside Jihyo stirred when Momo just stared back at her with stars in her eyes and the faintest of moonlight outlining her face.
Their faces drifted closer, closer, until Jihyo could feel Momo’s breathing against her skin. And although it was unknown territory for both of them, when their lips connected, something clicked and ignited inside Jihyo’s brain.
They kissed for the first time that night. Made out for God knows how long. Had sex together for the first time, too. It was possibly the best way for Jihyo to get rid of her pent up stress, the way the two would take turns coming undone.
And it wouldn’t be their last night together.
Though it was tricky at first, the two would find ways to be alone and do it again, and again.
“It feels so good,” Jihyo could hear Momo say in her head, her pitch high, her voice trembling like nothing she’s ever heard before. “I want more.”
How could she say no?
Eventually it turned into a routine. They often talked about it like it was an appointment that needed to be kept weekly, like something bad would happen if they didn’t follow through.
Even after the most exhausting of dance practices or the most brutal of video recordings, if there was a promise for rest the next day, they would follow through with their routine.
Jihyo has memories of everyone being knocked out in the van on the ride back to the dorm and a single text from Momo that read, I need you tonight.
How could she say no?
And as much as Jihyo would tease Momo for being so needy every week, Jihyo would be lying if she said she was just doing this for the older girl.
It was her favourite form of stress relief, after all.
Even when the two started dating others, they kept their little arrangement, though they couldn’t meet as frequently. Still, they didn’t fail to check in whenever they could.
And even then, the dating didn’t last very long.
Once again, in the throes of comforting each other after a difficult breakup, they fell into bed, fell into their easy routine.
It was the only time Jihyo called her unnie. The only time they’d call each other babe and baby.
And so their routine went on. For years and years.
Now that Jihyo was living on her own, it was easy for Momo to just tell Nayeon that she had plans, and the two would fall into their routine. Momo cooks them dinner, they talk, then Jihyo pulls her into her bedroom and cooks them breakfast the next day.
Even during their world tour, the two would find a way to sneak in one session a week or every other week, when their schedules would make it too difficult.
Jihyo would knock on Momo’s hotel door when she was sure the rest of her members were asleep. Sometimes, Momo would knock on her door before she even stepped into the shower. They would do their routine together, maybe three or four times over despite the fatigue from their performances.
Despite the ache in her muscles from all of her dancing, despite the roughness in her throat from all the singing, Jihyo always found a way to make Momo come first, and always found herself screaming Momo’s name into a pillow when it was her turn.
However, things start to change in more recent years.
It’s nothing entirely new. Momo had this way of always getting jealous when Jihyo would play around a lot with the other members. Especially when she would play along with the ever so flirtatious Sana.
At first, Jihyo found it pretty amusing. As their arrangement would play out, Momo would be all pouty, refusing to look Jihyo in the eyes despite meeting her anyway. Jihyo would have to coax an explanation out of her and Momo would often say she’s just grumpy from being tired. Eventually, Jihyo would get the answer out of her and she would give Momo small reassurances, despite this arrangement not really having a label at the end of the day.
“I don’t kiss her the way I kiss you,” Jihyo would purr into her ear, “And I don’t let her touch me the way that you do.”
However, in more recent years, that stopped being enough. Ever since Soulmate and the staff matching the two, they have become quite awkward in front of the camera. The members didn’t fail to poke fun at it and the staff enjoyed the dynamic too.
They played along for the most part, but it would sometimes come out weirdly when they would meet.
One night, in the middle of dinner, Momo suddenly asked her, “You’re not repulsed by me, right?”
Jihyo almost dropped her glass at that, taken aback by the sudden question.
“Momo, if I was repulsed by you, I don’t think you’d be here today, or last week, or the week before that, or would be invited next week.”
She tried to laugh it off, but she couldn’t avoid the questions still lingering in Momo’s eyes.
With a sigh, Jihyo interrupted routine by spinning Momo on her bar stool and sitting in her lap. She cupped Momo’s cheeks and looked her straight in the eyes. They were glossed over, like tears were on the verge of spilling out. An ache rang through Jihyo’s chest, she wouldn’t have any of this.
Jihyo knew then, that this was probably more than stress relief for her, that it could possibly be more for Momo too. That, she wasn’t exactly sure of.
What she knew was that Momo stopped looking so sad when Jihyo kissed her. She knew that she appeased the older girl when she licked her bottom lip and slipped her tongue in, tracing the inside of her mouth and conveying again and again how much she wanted her. How much she still wants her, how much she will always want her.
Momo was rougher with her that night, and it was the first time she left marks. On accident or on purpose, Jihyo wasn't entirely sure, but she did feel a sort of anger and desperation behind her every move.
It was then that Jihyo wasn’t entirely sure what more Momo wanted from her.
All she could do was continue to be available.
When the current tour started and the two had to also focus on their respective debuts, it became harder to meet. Of course, they still found their ways, with Momo calling Jihyo in the middle of the night and sending her photos that drove Jihyo insane.
What really struck her though, was the I miss you, Momo would text one day along with a selfie of her in bed.
Jihyo responded immediately, telling Momo she missed her too, how she wanted her company in bed at that moment.
And as innocently as it started, it didn’t take long for Jihyo to pick up her phone and hear Momo’s familiar whines, her moans, her heavy breathing and her desperate pleas.
When Jihyo comes simply after Momo whimpers her name, she knew that it was over for her, that this was something inescapable.
And when Momo returns from Japan and visits her on set, filling her with an unexplainable happiness, when the two fall into bed again later, desperate to touch each other and break routine by fucking first, then dinner after, Jihyo truly understood that there couldn’t be anyone else other than Momo.
The thing was, she wasn’t sure if Momo understood that.
The jealousy becomes more evident when Jihyo starts to really take on more work after her official debut and network with others, finally letting her extroverted self shine more and more with each week.
Momo comes to her in a sour or cold mood, and she’s much rougher with Jihyo on those nights. And as much as Jihyo enjoys when Momo plays it a little rough, a part of her wonders if she should be worried.
Jealous Momo wasn’t new, and Jihyo took care to make sure that things don’t seem any different than they were before. Despite whatever mood Momo was in, by the end of their night, it was still Jihyo who kissed her tenderly, slowly, a reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was still Jihyo who kissed her chest, her collarbones, her shoulders, her neck, then every inch of her face. It was still Jihyo who would make her come undone.
How could she make it more obvious, the feelings that she only had for Momo?
By the morning, Momo was still holding onto her with a grip so tight that Jihyo couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she’d tease in the quiet of the morning.
Momo would just stare into her eyes, caress her cheek, and then proceed to squeeze even tighter, her mouth now on Jihyo’s bare chest. She wouldn’t break eye contact and start with small, kitten licks before her eyes would become hooded and dark.
And they would then add a morning round or two.
The jealousy continues to grow when Jihyo takes on the prestigious role of Tiktok-san and finds a lot of amusement in asking different members to do challenges with her. This expands beyond her members as she also includes staff and eventually other idols.
At first, Jihyo was certain that their on screen chemistry was going back to normal, that veil of awkwardness finally shedding. However, after their last few concert dates and the official start of their new album promotions, Momo starts to really bother Jihyo.
The first incident is after one of their Latin American performances. Momo came storming into her hotel room while she wasn’t even done getting dressed for bed.
It also wasn’t a night for their arrangement, but Momo had come anyway and without answering Jihyo, she kissed her passionately, angrily.
“H-Hey, are you okay?” Jihyo would struggle to say as Momo hurriedly undressed her while nipping at her shoulder.
Momo didn’t answer, and instead, trailed a combination of wet kisses and sudden bites down Jihyo’s body. She knew exactly where it felt best, knew exactly how to make Jihyo’s knees weak. Amongst her gasps and groans, Jihyo felt a little lost.
Suddenly, Momo picked her up and tossed her onto the bed before throwing her own clothes off and straddling Jihyo while pinning her down.
It was then that Jihyo noticed that Momo was crying.
“Hey, baby, are you okay?” Jihyo asked immediately, feeling Momo’s tears drip down to her face and neck.
“Y-You want me , right?” Momo asked with a shaky voice, her whole body trembling. “You want me, and not her, right?”
Jihyo’s eyes widened at the realization. The kiss on camera.
“Momo, you know that wasn’t real,” Jihyo reassured her, trying to move her arms. It was useless, Momo was really holding her down.
“That’s not an answer to my question,” Momo cried, her eyes shutting tight as more tears fell.
“Momo…”
“No, no, call me unnie, call me baby, please,” she finally leaned down and started kissing Jihyo again, softer this time.
“Unnie, baby, you know I want you,” Jihyo managed to say as Momo moved on to leave lighter licks where she bit earlier. “Not her, only you.”
Momo didn’t give Jihyo a chance to reciprocate that night, only worshipped Jihyo’s body over and over again. Whispered her name over and over again, savoured every sound she made and held her impossibly close afterwards.
The second incident happens after their album live.
Jihyo thought that Momo was over her jealousy of Sana.
This time when Momo stormed in, there were no words exchanged, just silence.
There is no anger in the way she moves tonight, just a coldness. It worried Jihyo, but she tries to be gentle. She asked often throughout the night if Momo was okay with this all, but would only be met with slight nods.
“Baby, I need a strong confirmation if we can continue. I don’t want to force you to do anything,” Jihyo said hesitantly as she removed her clothes. She could tell by the way Momo watched her every move that she was still very much in the mood for something. Even with her cold shoulder, her hungry eyes were something she could never hide, their predatory stare never failing to cause a throbbing in Jihyo’s core.
And while her jealousy was frustrating, Jihyo enjoyed how much Momo wanted her. How even after all this time, even while quietly bitter, Momo would never fail to eat her with her eyes.
Jihyo kissed Momo softly as she took off her clothes, watching her expression carefully. They make out for a while, slowly but intentionally, and though Momo seemed to be suppressing her moans, Jihyo knew she was riled up.
“I’m here for a reason, Jihyo,” Momo huffed eventually, allowing the younger woman to remove the rest of her clothes. “I want to continue, of course.”
Jihyo raised her eyebrow at how stiff Momo answered her, but still pulled her over to her bedroom.
“Do you want me tonight, Momo?” Jihyo asked as soon as Momo sat in her bed, but looked away. “It doesn’t seem like you want me.”
Jihyo did her absolute best to sound cute, and it seemed to work when Momo immediately looked guilty.
“Of course I want you, babe,” Momo mumbled as she pulled Jihyo closer to sit on her lap.
When Jihyo straddles her thigh and Momo feels how wet she is, she has to hold back a shudder and takes a sharp inhale of breath.
“And I want you, too. So badly,” Jihyo moaned as she rocked back and forth on Momo’s thigh, covering it in her wetness. “So please look at me and make love to me like you mean it.”
After that, Momo’s coldness shattered immediately and though she didn’t ever tell Jihyo what bothered her that night, it only took one monitoring of their Youtube live to tell Jihyo what was wrong.
When things seem back to normal the week after, Jihyo doesn’t know how much longer she can take all these sudden bouts of jealousy.
She’s been patient and has indulged Momo. Even though Jihyo understands her behaviour, it’s not an excuse to keep unleashing her bitter feelings of jealousy on her. She wants to ask a member for advice, but the two have kept their arrangement a secret for so long.
Jihyo makes the mistake of trying to talk to Sana about it during a company dinner. Even though she recognizes Momo’s jealousy, it’s a fact that Jihyo and Sana are extremely close.
So she doesn’t think much of it when she starts whispering to Sana to ask if she could give her some advice later. It doesn’t help that they’ve also had a few drinks.
She also doesn’t expect Sana to place a hand on her chest and giggle, then say way too loudly, “Oh babe! You know you can come to me for anything.”
And although it’s a perfectly innocent response, especially with how excited Sana gets when drinking, it doesn’t fail to set off Momo.
A chair suddenly drags out from under the table. Nayeon turns and places a hand on Momo's arm, “Whoa, you okay?”
Jihyo feels her stare from across the table and the girls begin to look confused when Momo suddenly turns around then storms out without a word.
Jihyo gets up immediately, makes sure to grab their coats, and asks one of the managers if they could get a ride home, not caring that the rest of the girls are just watching her run after Momo. Whatever questions they have, they can be attended to at another time.
When she leaves the restaurant, it’s raining horrendously outside and Momo is just standing there, dazed in the middle of the sidewalk.
Jihyo pulls on her sleeve and Momo turns around, her body drenched and her tears clear despite the amount of rain falling around them.
Momo doesn’t say anything and just continues to cry. Jihyo pulls her into a hug immediately and nearly loses all the air in her lungs when Momo squeezes her as tightly as possible.
“Momo, let’s go back to my place, okay? I already asked for a driver.”
Momo just nods against her shoulder, continuing her silence and sniffling.
It doesn’t take long for her to start shivering, and Jihyo hands over Momo’s jacket. They have to wait for a few minutes, and Jihyo is just holding Momo’s hand, using her thumb to rub comforting circles over the back of her palm.
When a manager finally comes out, Nayeon and Sana are there too.
Momo stiffens at the sight of them and so does Jihyo for a moment, but when Nayeon and Sana see them holding hands, they simply nod in understanding and turn back.
Jihyo asks for the manager to bring them to her place. Momo refuses to speak the entire time, and the manager looks between the two of them with concern.
“We just need to talk,” Jihyo says sternly, looking at their manager through the rear view mirror. “She’s not feeling well, so if possible, we’d like to start later tomorrow.”
Momo sinks further into her seat out of shame, but still refuses to say anything, instead focusing her gaze on the window.
Their manager looks between the two of them again before saying, “Take tomorrow off. I’ll tell the other girls too. You all deserve a bit of a break.”
Jihyo smiles a little at that, “Thank you.”
—-
When they get back to Jihyo’s place, she starts to set up some boiling water for the two of them and they take off their wet clothes immediately.
Jihyo doesn’t want to force Momo to talk, so she just gently grabs Momo’s hand and lightly leads her to the washroom.
“Come, let’s shower. I’ll wash you first, then you can wash me, alright?”
Momo nods at her, but her expression doesn’t change.
They wash each other in silence, and though Jihyo is annoyed by another one of Momo’s outbursts, she doesn’t let it take away from the intimate moment. She enjoys it when they shower together. She loves scrubbing Momo, massaging her under warm water, and loves the soft sounds she makes when she washes her hair. She also loves feeling taken care of when Momo washes her. The older woman is always thorough and takes the moment very seriously. That is, if she’s not hungry for something else.
When they’re done, Jihyo hands Momo a towel and doesn’t say anything else, giving her the space she needs. At this point, Momo is very familiar with the place and so Jihyo trusts that she knows where to get the things she needed.
Jihyo puts on an oversized shirt and a pair of panties, then quickly dries her hair before she goes to finish making their tea.
As she passes by her room, she tells Momo, “I’ll be here with some barley tea when you’re ready to talk.”
She doesn’t look into the room or wait for an answer, instead she busies herself with the tea and some desserts. She had bought some mochi ice cream the other day, one of Momo’s favourites.
It takes about 10 minutes before Momo appears in her kitchen, dressed in one of Jihyo’s favourite tank tops and a pair of shorts. She doesn’t look at Jihyo as she wanders to the island, but her eyes noticeably light up at the sight of the mochi ice cream next to her steaming tea.
Jihyo smiles at that, feeling pride in knowing Momo so well.
“It’s for you, enjoy,” Jihyo says before she digs into her own cold treat.
The two drink and eat in silence until Jihyo’s phone pings. Momo looks over at the phone when Jihyo looks at it.
“The members are just asking about you. I’ll let them know you’re just heading to bed,” Jihyo answers Momo’s unasked question and swiftly types a response.
Momo makes a soft noise of confirmation before continuing to eat, her eyes not leaving Jihyo as she types away.
Then, Jihyo smiles brightly, “Sana is joking that you probably drank too much, and Dahyunnie says that she swears that you didn’t drink anything.”
When Momo twitches at the sound of Sana’s name, Jihyo sighs before putting her phone down and pushing it away from her.
“I’ll look at that again tomorrow. I would rather focus on the two of us,” Jihyo says as she reaches a hand out to Momo.
Momo lets her take her hand, but Jihyo flinches at how cold it is.
“Baby, are you okay?” Jihyo asks as she rubs warm circles into Momo’s hand.
The older woman starts to tremble then, but she allows Jihyo to hold her hand and warm it up. She almost twitches again when Jihyo blows warm air on it too.
“If you’re cold, you should have put on a sweater,” Jihyo scolds before getting up and walking around the island to grab Momo some new clothes.
However, Momo grabs Jihyo’s arm and tugs her closer before wrapping her arms around her waist, digging her face into her back.
“Don’t go,” Momo mumbles before squeezing tightly. “I’m not cold, j-just nervous. Don’t worry about me.”
Jihyo turns around after that and allows Momo to bury her head into her chest. She wraps her arms around Momo’s head and runs her fingers through her still slightly damp hair before placing a kiss on the top.
“What’s gotten you so nervous?” Jihyo chuckles a little, especially when she thought that Momo was mad at her.
There's a pause, but JIhyo just waits, always knows that there's not really a point in rushing Momo.
However, what she says next is nothing that she could ever have expected.
“I think…we might need to stop our arrangement,” Momo says slowly, her face burying deeper into Jihyo.
What?
Jihyo stiffens at that and Momo feels it immediately.
“I-it’s just that I feel like I’ve been unfair to you,” Momo starts to babble, her grip on Jihyo’s shirt beginning to tighten. “I know you must be holding back after all this time, just to appease me and to honour our old agreement.”
Jihyo starts to feel a little faint, was this really happening?
“I know you probably want to move on to better things, someone that you can be with seriously, and that makes you happy.”
Jihyo notes the way Momo’s voice continues to tremble more and more with each word. And then, her shirt begins to dampen.
“Thank you for indulging me all this time. It made me really happy to be with you like this, but I can’t do it anymore. It’s getting too hard, going on like this while you’re interested in someone else.”
Oh. Not this again. Jihyo gently pushes Momo back at that, and through teary eyes, Momo looks up to see Jihyo’s furrowed brows.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jihyo growls, trying her best to control her volume and overall anger. “I’m interested in someone else?”
Momo wipes at her eyes with Jihyo’s shirt despite the younger woman looking like she’s about to blow her top. Jihyo almost scoffs at that.
“It’s Satang, isn’t it?” Momo says in the softest and most fragile voice. “It’s okay Jihyo, you don’t have to keep pretending to want me.”
Jihyo lets out a breath she’s been holding and the anger bubbling in her chest threatens to escape. She then grabs Momo by the collar and forces her to stand up.
“Momo,” Jihyo starts when she's on eye level with her. She tightens her grip on her shirt and pulls her closer. “Momo, I already told you so many times. I’m not interested in Sana.”
Momo flinches at the sharpness of Jihyo’s tone but she doesn’t back down.
“Jihyo, it’s okay , you don’t have to keep preten-“
“MOMO! ” Jihyo interrupts her, pulling Momo dangerously closer so that their faces are almost touching. “Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!”
Her other hand comes up to also grab her shirt and though she suddenly feels a bit weak, she shakes Momo lightly, “Why can’t you understand that there’s only ever been you? What am I supposed to do to make you believe me?”
In all of her huffing and puffing, Jihyo doesn’t realize that she’s crying now, too. Momo stares back at her incredulously, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.
“Babe, baby, my Momo, how can you doubt me so much? How can you think I could possibly think of anyone else when I have you?!” Jihyo’s voice gets slightly louder, slightly more shrill with each word, but she doesn’t care.
“But Jihyo…”
“No! No buts, Momo. What do you want me to say? What do you need me to promise?” Her vision begins to blur with tears, but her grip on Momo doesn’t loosen at all. “Do you want me to tell you I love you? Do you want me to tell you that I have always loved you? Do you want me to tell you that I have never imagined a future without you in it? Do you want me to confess in front of everyone? Tell the whole world that you’re mine and I’m yours? Do you want me to-“
Before Jihyo can continue her rant, Momo wraps her arms around her neck and pulls her in for possibly the most messy and passionate kiss she could muster. She drowns out Jihyo’s words with her lips and with her tongue, wraps it around Jihyo’s before she practically sucks out any remaining anger with her love.
“Unnie,” Jihyo whines as they take a second to breathe. “Momo, I have always loved you, you have always been mine. I never lied, I never pretended.” She pulls Momo in for another long-winded kiss, her tongue trying to gather every remaining tear before she showers her with butterfly kisses all over her face.
“Jihyo,” Momo whimpers as Jihyo moves to kiss her ear and then her neck. “That’s…that’s all I wanted to hear from you.”
Jihyo chuckles breathlessly as she shakes her head. “I never thought that I had to say anything, I thought you always knew.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I doubted you, I’m sorry I got jealous. I’m sorry to have caused all this drama. I’m so-“ Momo gasps before she can finish her sentence when Jihyo bites hard into her collarbone.
“Shut up, no more apologies necessary,” Jihyo says sternly before lightly licking the area she bit. “Just promise me you won’t get jealous anymore, at least to the point where you act all mad again.”
Momo sighs and squeaks a little when Jihyo’s hands start to wander beneath her tank top.
“I can’t promise I won’t be jealous,” she mumbles as Jihyo feels her up. “But I promise to trust you. To trust this...and us.”
Jihyo kisses back up her neck before joining their lips together once more.
“I love you, Momo,” she says, her eyes fixated on Momo’s.
Momo stares back, her eyes still glimmering with remnant tears, “I love you too, Jihyo.”
And with a surprised yelp from Momo, Jihyo picks her up bridal style and begins to walk towards her bedroom.
“Now let me remind you of the things only you get to see.”
Once inside her bedroom, Jihyo tosses Momo onto her bed, closes the door and starts removing her clothes.
Momo quickly removes her own, not looking away from Jihyo for even a second.
The two maintain eye contact as they strip themselves, Momo biting her bottom lip at the intense look Jihyo is giving her.
Jihyo climbs onto the bed and pushes Momo down onto it before swinging her leg across her torso and straddling her. Momo gasps at the feeling of Jihyo’s wetness against her abs before placing her hands on Jihyo’s thighs and squeezing.
However, Jihyo grabs both of Momo’s hands and places them on her neck, then down her chest, down to her navel, then back up to her breasts. She keeps Momo’s hands at her tits, and Momo instinctively thumbs at Jihyo’s nipples that are already hard.
“It’s for you, it’s always been for you,” Jihyo murmurs as she grinds lightly against Momo. “I only get like this for you.”
Momo gulps hard at Jihyo’s desperation, at her dedication to showing Momo just how much she wants her. Jihyo’s hands feel hot on her own as she squeezes her tits, soaking in Jihyo’s soft moans.
“You make me so wet, baby,” Jihyo groans, sliding her core downwards so she can lean forward and kiss Momo again, and again, and again.
“I only ever want you: your eyes on me, your touch, your lips, your tongue. I would never want anything else,” Jihyo whispers into Momo’s ear, her breath so warm, her words resonating throughout Momo like a song.
This invigorates Momo, and she decides then that there’s no more room for doubt, no more room for thinking there could be anything other than this, anything other than Jihyo writhing against her, wanting her, needing her.
So with a new found strength, Momo flips them over so Jihyo is beneath her now. She leans down and kisses Jihyo aggressively, teeth clashing and her tongue desperately trying to explore every last crevice in her mouth. Jihyo gasps at her onslaught, craning her neck and arching upward, becoming Momo’s next target.
Momo peppers kisses all over her neck, trailing down until she can lick into the dip of Jihyo’s collarbone. She sucks lightly, harshly, leaving her marks wherever she can. Now that she knows, now that she’s sure, she wants to mark Jihyo as much as possible, whenever possible.
After she licks down between the valley of Jihyo’s breasts, Momo hears a faint whimper from the woman beneath her.
“Suck on them, baby. I need you right now, please,” Jihyo calls out desperately, her voice sending electricity down Momo’s spine.
With a renewed sense of energy, Momo kisses the inside of Jihyo’s breasts before circling her tongue over her nipple. She takes her time at first, going between circling and flicking the nub over and over again, soaking in all of Jihyo’s sounds. Then, with all her might, she sucks on the erect nub while her hand plays with the other nipple.
Momo always enjoys her time with Jihyo - if she was honest, it was probably what she looked forward to the most every week. Having Jihyo like this, becoming like putty under her touch, having this powerful and incredibly beautiful woman all to herself - it made Momo feel incredible. And now, now that she knows that this is more than an arrangement, that Jihyo is hers and hers alone, Momo feels unstoppable.
As she moves from one breast to the other, her hand begins to trail down Jihyo’s torso. She rubs gently at her taut abs before lightly grazing her pussy in order to grab at her thigh. Momo squeezes it, and smiles into Jihyo’s tits when the woman beneath wraps her arms around her and starts to claw at her back.
Momo massages Jihyo’s thighs and teasingly goes closer and closer to her core. When she feels how wet the inside of her thighs are, Momo shudders and decides that it’s not worth teasing her anymore. Easily, she fits two fingers into Jihyo’s cunt - it feels so hot and she’s so wet that she’s squelching with each push and pull of Momo’s fingers.
“Fuck,” Jihyo gasps as she scratches harder into Momo’s back. She starts to twitch with every thrust of Momo’s fingers, but the older woman manages to hold her down easily.
Momo begins to curl her fingers upwards, exactly where she knows Jihyo likes it while sucking hard on her nipples. Jihyo begins to thrust up her hips in time with each flick of Momo’s wrist, each movement more urgent than the last.
Jihyo becomes louder and louder, and after leaving a bite on the top of her tit, Momo goes up to kiss her. She takes Jihyo’s moans, muffles them temporarily with each kiss. And when she feels Jihyo’s walls begin to tighten, she maneuvers around to kiss her neck and suck diligently on her pulse point. Jihyo bites down hard onto Momo’s shoulder as she comes with a scream, before falling back onto her mattress with a light thud.
Momo rubs Jihyo gently as she comes down from her high, capturing her lips again. The two smile into the kiss, and Momo spares a laugh, feeling ecstatic.
“Why are you laughing?” Jihyo asks with a wide smile, breathless and sweaty and so, so beautiful like this.
Momo just continues to giggle, “I just love you so much.”
Jihyo rolls her eyes affectionately, her insides melting at her lover’s words, “You act like this is our first time.”
“Every time feels like the first time with you,” Momo says with adoration laced in every word. “I don’t know how you do it babe, but you always make me feel so good.”
Jihyo laughs at that to hide her embarrassment at the praise. She then grabs Momo’s arms to distract herself and squeezes her biceps.
“You haven’t even had your turn yet,” she says, flush evident from the tip of her ears to her chest. “And what’s with you being so sweet suddenly?”
“Hey, I’m always sweet,” Momo narrows her eyes at Jihyo before sticking out her tongue playfully.
“Don’t I know it,” Jihyo’s voice lowers by several octaves, before she takes Momo’s tongue into her mouth, smiling when the older woman moans suddenly.
As they make out, Jihyo adjusts their positions so that she’s on top. When they gasp for air, Jihyo moves to kiss Momo along her jaw, relishing in the sounds of her cute whimpering with each flick of her tongue.
God, she always loved the contrast of Momo dominating her in bed, unrelenting in her ways, but then becoming so soft underneath her. She licks along the shell of Momo’s ear as her hands wander all over her body, massaging and squeezing her all over, touching every place she knows Momo is sensitive. Her hands graze the sides of her breasts and she pinches Momo’s hardened nipples, earning a high pitched moan.
“Unnie,” her sultry voice calls into Momo’s ear, “How are you so adorable? And you’re all mine.”
Her hot breath causes Momo to squirm, and Jihyo wonders if she’s extra sensitive tonight. Curiously, she takes her time kissing and nipping down Momo’s neck, spending extra time where she knows Momo likes it best, but not applying too much force. The noises Momo’s makes begins to drive her crazy though, but she’s patient, knowing that this will pay off in the end.
“Jihyo,” Momo pants as the younger woman reaches her shoulders, “Babe, I need you to go faster.”
Jihyo chuckles lowly at that, her hands running up and down Momo’s curves as her tongue reaches her breasts. She kisses the mole on her chest before slowly making her way down to her nipples. Her tongue ghosts along the edge of her hardened nubs, but don’t quite touch them as she begins to squeeze Momo’s thighs, spreading her legs apart. Even though she doesn’t touch her core, Jihyo can feel the heat emanating from it.
“Can you be patient for me, baby? I just want to enjoy you like this.”
While biting her bottom lip, Momo nods through hazy eyes. She takes a deep breath as she tries to not lose control.
“Good girl,” Jihyo coos as she continues to take her time.
She kisses all around Momo’s chest, the side of her boobs, in between, underneath, and when she finally starts to suckle on her nipples, Momo hisses and arcs her back. It doesn’t last long though as Jihyo continues her descent down Momo’s body.
As she grows more impatient, Momo tangles her fingers through Jihyo’s hair and tries her best to push her down as subtly as possible, her breathing getting heavier the lower Jihyo goes.
When Jihyo finally comes face-to-face with Momo’s pussy, she uses her hands to spread her legs even further before tightly tucking her arms under Momo’s thighs.
She licks her lips at the sight of Momo’s dripping cunt, her fluids overflowing and staining Jihyo’s bed sheets. Before diving straight in, Jihyo kisses her inner thighs and leaves a few hickies, each little suck causing Momo to twitch more and more. And when she blows against her glistening core, Momo starts rolling her hips, desperately seeking relief.
Jihyo licks her outer lips, up and down and comes dangerously close to her clit but doesn’t ever touch it. She has to tighten her hold on Momo as she continues to squirm. Then, when Jihyo finally licks the centre, her tongue gathering Momo’s wetness from the bottom to the top, she moans at the sweet taste.
Momo squeals and even tries to close her legs at the overwhelming sensation, but can’t with Jihyo’s tight hold. The slow pace is gone as Jihyo eats Momo out vigorously. She’s done this plenty of times before, but Momo tastes better than ever.
“Ji…Ji…!” Momo struggles to say Jihyo’s name as she relentlessly licks her core all over. Her moans get louder and louder as she bucks her hips in time with Jihyo’s firm strokes of her tongue, and she feels so, so close.
Then, Jihyo wraps her lips around Momo’s clit and starts to flick the nub lightly before sucking on it suddenly, causing Momo to convulse at the sensation. She curls her toes and feels her orgasm rip through her, but then Jihyo inserts two fingers while continuing to lick rapid circles over her clit and Momo practically screams as she comes again and feels smaller waves wash over her body.
With a smile, Jihyo eagerly laps up the excess juices and leaves a few kisses before she crawls up and collapses onto Momo. The two turn to the side and continue to kiss slowly and softly, their bodies shaking slightly and covered in sweat now.
Momo is still trembling from her orgasms, but finds the strength to wrap her leg around Jihyo. Although they’re spent, they continue to make out.
Their limbs tangle into each other, and when they’re finally done kissing, they just look into each other’s eyes wordlessly.
They both knew then that things really have changed. This would no longer just be an ambiguous arrangement that came out of necessity. Rather, they are just two lovers sharing the same bed.
And soon, they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
—-
The next morning, the sun's bright rays woke up Jihyo immediately. She stretches, but is limited in her movements due to Momo’s tight hold on her. She smiles down at her, looking so peaceful after such an intense night.
She kisses Momo on the forehead, causing her to stir slightly in her sleep.
“Unnie,” Jihyo coos, laughing lightly when the older girl groans in response. She gives her lover another kiss before running her fingers through Momo’s hair. “Sleep more, if you need to.”
Momo nuzzles her head into Jihyo’s chest, pulling the smaller girl closer to her. Jihyo loved how clingy Momo could be, even after a night of many promises. It made her feel so, so loved.
“If you squeeze too tight, I won’t be able to breathe,” Jihyo chuckles, rubbing calming circles onto Momo’s exposed back. “I promise baby, I’m not going anywhere.”
Momo leans back and loosens her grip before looking up at Jihyo, blinking slowly. She smiles at her softly, her barely open eyes filled with so much love and happiness. Jihyo swears that it’s sparkling a little thanks to the sunlight peeking from the windows.
“Thank you for yesterday, babe,” Momo mumbles as she tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She yawns before continuing, “I don’t think I realized how much I needed to hear you say ‘I love you’. I’m sorry I had so much doubt and…jealousy.”
Jihyo lets her words hang in the air for a bit as she strokes Momo’s hair. She thinks back to last night and the past incidents, thinks about how things could’ve been easier sooner if she just made things clearer.
Still, when the lines have been blurred for so long and things have always kinda felt automatic, why would she have felt it necessary when she thought it was obvious all this time?
She thought she knew Momo’s heart well, thought that things were enough as they were. She knows now that there is still so much to learn, still so much to explore.
But it’s okay, because they have each other and all the time in the world.
“Momo, I told you it’s fine,” she starts slowly, alternating between stroking Momo’s hair and rubbing more soothing circles onto her back. “I should’ve known that actions weren’t enough and I’m sorry I got frustrated that you couldn’t just understand me.”
Momo makes a little grunt of affirmation, and Jihyo decides then that she’ll do just about anything to make sure Momo always knows how she feels.
“But if you need me to tell you over and over again, I can,” she promises with a wide grin.
“Can you tell me every day?” Momo asks, her eyes so wide that Jihyo fears she’ll get lost in them.
“I will tell you every single day,” Jihyo chuckles before kissing Momo’s forehead.
“Will you also tell me that you’re mine every day?” Momo asks a little quietly this time, a bit bashfully as her cheeks are dusted in pink. “That I’m yours?”
Jihyo feels her heart squeeze at Momo’s words and it compels her to lean down and capture her lips. The kiss is soft, tender, and Jihyo feels like she can chase Momo’s lips forever.
“Of course, baby,” Jihyo practically whispers, a little breathless after they part. “I can show you every day too, if that’s something you’d like.”
Suddenly the sleepiness washes away from Momo’s eyes and Jihyo can’t help but burst into laughter when the older woman suddenly gets up and pins her down.
“I thought you were sleepy?” Jihyo inquires with a roll of her eyes.
“Days off are rare lately,” Momo argues before throwing their blanket off. “And days off spent entirely with you are even more rare.”
Jihyo raises an eyebrow, “Who says you get to keep me for the whole day?” She smirks at Momo, but flushes immediately when she gets pushed more firmly into the bed.
“I thought I got to keep you every day?” Momo challenges her with a low voice.
Jihyo just laughs at that and shakes her head, “I’m all yours, Momo. Show me what you got.”
“And I’m yours, Jihyo.”