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Sana’s stressed. With the extra workload given to her by her boss and with finals just around the corner, she’s been a little angsty. Getting frustrated at small insignificant things. Like when she bumps into a table rushing to the library or whenever she’s around her friend. Momo. She loves her friend dearly but she’s a little slow. And Sana cannot take that right now. She still tries to be patient around her but eventually she ends up ignoring or snapping at her. Whenever they hang out Sana ends up with her head stuck inside a book while Momo watches whatever show is on, craving the usual affection from her friend. That’s what’s happening right now. Sana hogging the blanket preparing for her mock test tomorrow while Momo mopes and scrolls through channels to find something to watch.
It’s not the first time Sana’s been this stressed but usually she has a different outlet. Sex or masturbation. She’s been too busy to find someone and for some reason the second option hasn’t been great to her. She’d spend way too much time trying to get off, which hasn’t been working adding onto her stress.
A soft rustling sound comes from Sana’s side. She feels a pair of cold legs entangling with her own. Sana lets out an annoyed groan. Putting down her book. Momo giggles before grabbing onto Sana’s now free arm.
“It's so cold,” Momo whispers into her ear. Her hot breath tickled Sanas ear. Sending shivers up and down her spine. They ended up cuddling for a few minutes before the skin to skin contact was enough for Sana. Somehow Momo’s hand ended up slung across her waist. She picked the wrong day to wear a cropped shirt, since her cold fingertips make constant contact with her bare waist. Momo’s head nestled in between Sana’s neck and shoulder. Giving Sana a strong whiff of the older girls' flowery shampoo. Sana felt uncomfortable and hot, slightly pushing Momo off her shoulder.
“Can you get off,” Sana spat out. Trying to remove herself from the blanket. Getting further away from Momo.
“Please can we cuddle?” Momo gave her puppy eyes, the light illuminated from the TV somehow made her eyes seem bigger, making it harder for Sana to deny. She let’s put another loud groan before moving back to her old position grabbing her laptop with her.
“Sana, can’t you deal with your stress?” Sana rolled her eyes. “If I could I would’ve” she mutters. “Is there anything I can help with?” Sana knew Momo meant reports for her job or any upcoming assignments but she can’t help but think of her best friend’s head between her thighs licking and suck-. Sana brought her hand up and slapped her forehead. She shouldn’t think about Momo in that way. Even though she has before, she had more morals than to think about it with the girl right next to her.
“No, there isn’t”
“Please I wanna help you Satang,” Momo buries herself into the crevice of Sana’s neck. Momo’s soft plump lips brushing against her sensitive neck. “What do you usually do to relieve stress?” Sana’s heart raced and her annoyance grew. Why can’t Momo let this go? “We can do that, I’ll help you,” Momo kept asking to help, begging and assuring Sana that she could help, breaking Sana’s last strand of sanity.
“I masturbate” Momo’s body went stiff next to Sana’s. Sana’s ears started ringing. Why did she say that? She wants to do nothing more than crawl into her comfortable bed. Letting her worries wash away. After what seemed like hours of an unbreakable silence Momo spoke up.
“I’ll give you an orgasm” Sana starts choking on her spit. Staring into Momo’s genuine eyes.
“No” Sana whispers, she secretly wants it but taking advantage of her friend is something she will not do. Momo blushes hard and covers her face with her hands.
“I don’t know why I said that”
“It’s okay we can just forget it” Sana sighs again, her own thoughts jumping to conclusions, the intolerable feeling between her thighs grows.
“Has um, it not been working?” Sana blushed harder, she doesn't want to be discussing this right now.
“No,” Momo may be her closest friend but she doesn't want to tell about how she spent an hour and a half playing with herself, before her hand gave out leaving her a panting and sweaty mess.
“I can leave you alone for like twenty minutes or so,” Momo quickly jumped up, prepared to head for the door. “You can, um do your thing then we can be near each other without you being mean,” she stutters
“It's not that i don't have time, I just can’t.” Sana squeezes her thighs together, hoping that Momo will just let it go.
“Then I'll give you an orgasm,” Sana rapidly shakes her head. “Please?” She begs again kneeling down placing her hands on top of Sana’s thighs.
“Ugh,” Sana groans, thinking of any reasons for Momo to not. There's so many and yet she can't say any. “Fine” Momo grins before slowly moving her hand up towards the band of her shorts. Sana lifts her hips, allowing Momo easy access to her center. Feeling nothing but embarrassment when Momo’s eyebrows shot up staring at the wet patch on her pink underwear. She blushes harder covering her face.
Momo moved closer towards her center, giving small kisses as she moved higher and higher. She gave a small kiss through her clothed clit before practically ripping Sana’s underwear. Throwing it somewhere behind them. She forces Sana’s legs to spread wider, giving her a perfect view of Sanas glistening cunt.
Momo blows cold air at her hot center, seeing Sana twitch in response, giggling at her reaction. She takes an experimental lick between her folds, pressing her tongue onto Sanas sensitive nub. Savoring her sweet taste. She kept running her tongue up and down teasing her needy entrance. Making the younger girl a panting and moaning mess. When Momo started to pull away Sana whined and pushed her head back to her center. She immediately lets go.
“Sorry”
Momo looks up with her nose and lips smeared with Sana’s wetness. “It’s fine I don’t mind” She places Sana’s hand to the back of her head as she continues helping her friend. Sana pushes Momo closer and locks her between her thighs, not allowing her to leave at all. Fuck, why is she so good at this? It doesn't take long for Sana’s to start shaking, squeezing Momo’s head more. After thrusting her tongue in and out a couple more times Sana can feel all of her worries melting away.
After trying to keep quiet for the few minutes of Momo fucking her with her tongue she couldn’t contain it anymore. She starts moaning Momo’s name like a mantra. She rolls her hips closer to Momo’s mouth finally achieving her peak. She came hard, suffocating Momo for a few seconds and slowly releasing her grip on Momo’s hair. Her chest heaves, recovering from her high.
“Thank you,” Sana stutters out, making Momo smile. Things stay quiet only the sound of Sana’s heavy breathing can be heard. Then Momo smirks before slowly unbuttoning the buttons on her short sleeved shirt. Making sure Sana watches her every move. She allows the shirt to slide halfway down her torso revealing her in a black bra. Sana ogles at her friend’s chest feeling the same urge come back at a shameful speed.
Momo leaned forward connecting their lips. Sana moaned at the taste of herself on Momo’s lips and tongue. Their kiss was all tongue and teeth. Sana nibbled onto Momo’s lower lip. She can feel a pair of cold hands grazing up her inner thighs.
Then Momo inserts one finger inside her needy entrance, “How do you usually do this?” Momo questions. Even though she had no idea what she’s doing, Sana felt pure bliss.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she moaned, feeling another finger slipping in. “Fuck, you’re good at this” Momo smirks, speeding up her pace. Sana fully lays down onto the couch. Her legs start twitching, and that’s when Momo stops. Sana whined. “Why” Momo brings her fingers covered with Sana’s slick up to her mouth, sucking them, locking eyes with her.
“I want to watch you,” Momo innocently says.
“Watch me do what?” Momo brings Sana’s hands over to her cunt. Getting the message Sana hesitantly rubs her fingers up and down her slit. Momo watches intensely as Sana rubs her thumbs over her clit before sliding her own fingers in shutting her eyes. Sana thrusted her fingers in and out, moving her hips to gain some rhythm. The idea of her best friend watching her pleasure herself was something that inevitably turned Sana on. Heat flowed through her whole body.
“Look at me Sana.” When did Momo’s voice become so rough and sultry? Sana had no choice but to obey and lock eyes with her friend. The sound of the TV washed out by Sana’s moans and wetness. The same feeling comes rushing back. Sana spreads her legs wider, wrapping Momo’s body between them.
“Fuck, im going to come.” Sana stuttered out.
“Good.” Momo intensely watches. Her eyes flickering between Sana’s pleasured face and her fingers disappearing inside her. Sana tried maintaining eye contact with Momo but her eyes started to roll back in her head. Her back arches again, this time as she came liquid shot out. Staining her couch and Momo’s stomach.
If Sana had any shred of shame before it all went away the moment she felt her best friend's tongue lapping at her folds. It just came back. Then the realization of what just happened hits her. The intriguing look on Momo’s face as she wipes her stomach made Sana want to crawl into a hole and die. She’s never squirted before. She covers her face hoping it'll be enough to hide from the embarrassment she feels.
“Are you being shy now?” Her mocking tone somehow turned on Sana again. “Don’t be, that was so hot.” Momo removes Sana’s hand from her face leaning in for a kiss. A small peck, but it still made Sana’s heart race even faster. “Do you feel better now?” Sana nods. “Can we cuddle and continue watching glee?”
“Sure.” Sana doesn’t know how Momo is taking this so well. She puts her shirt back on getting a towel and wet wipes to clean Sana’s couch as much as she can. All with a straight face.
Everything proceeded as normal. Momo acted like she hasn’t tasted her friend or hasn’t seen the faces and heard the noises she makes while in pleasure. It took Sana a lot of pondering to finally realize that she might have feelings for her best friend. And once she found out everything got worse. Sana started avoiding more physical touch with her, since the slightest touch from Momo would cause goosebumps to erupt and heat to spread all over her body. She tried to limit the amount of time they spend together since seeing Momo lick the cheese dust from Cheetos off her fingers and crumbs off her lips was apparently too erotic for Sana to take.
Sana doesn’t know how this wasn’t driving Momo mad as well. Despite wanting to help Sana relax, Momo has made everything worse. Now Sana’s more wound up than before. She’s falling behind in even more classes since her mind is constantly occupied by her newly discovered crush. She couldn’t even pay attention to her favorite class today since before the class she had lunch. She couldn’t take her eyes off the way Momo was eating an orange. How she ate the orange had to seem seductive to other people too right? Her habit of only sucking the juice inside left Sana a sticky mess. The way her long and slender fingers bring the small fruit up, resting between her pink and plump lips. Her teeth biting into its soft skin, the juice coating her lips. Reminding Sana the image of her glistening lips after eating her out.
Sana was too engrossed in watching the slow motion scene in front of her, forgetting to continuously put food onto her spoon. Practically feeding herself air. Her other friends started to get concerned when Sana’s face turned completely red when she accidentally caught a glimpse of Momo’s cleavage when she bent down picking up the napkin she dropped.
Now the uncomfortable feeling between her legs made it antagonizing to just sit in this boring class. She desperately wanted to touch herself. She hasn’t since she did it in front of Momo. And that was almost a week ago. Since technically she made herself come last time it should work now right?
Nope. Immediately after her last class Sana headed to her dorm, hoping to finally touch herself. It’s been over an hour and she still hasn’t came. Despite her room being cool, sweat trickled down her forehead. Showcasing the effort she put in for the past hour. Her fingers were starting to cramp up. Her clit throbbing and swollen. The reason why Sana can't come is because her mind runs off. She starts thinking about upcoming work and assignments due. Which doesn’t exactly turn her on.
Sana sighs and ultimately gives up trying to reach her peak. Her sticky hand rests above her stomach while Sana catches her breath. Maybe Sana should find someone at a nearby bar. If she lives this sexually frustrated any longer then she might go mad. Or perhaps Sana could ask Momo for her help again?
But Momo was her best friend and despite Sana feeling amazingly good during and after the chance of losing her would mean practically losing her other half. They've been friends for so long it'd be weird to live life without her. Contemplating shit like this is why masturabting doesnt work for her when she has a lot on her mind. Instead of thinking about the possible outcomes Sana should be thinking about Momo's wet, hot and skillful tongue and the way she worked Sana into her first orgasm in weeks. Her soft plump lips that Sana actually got to feel onto her own.
While drifting off to thoughts of the older girl. Sana’s hand slowly worked its way back down, pressing onto her needy clit. Her mind filled with memories of that night. And finally she starts to feel the familiar sensation coming back. She imagines her fingers as Momo’s, moaning and panting her name. Begging her to go faster.
Too consumed with the thought of her best friend fucking her again and her much needed orgasm creeping its way up. Sana didn’t even hear the front door opening. Or the loud “Sana,” by said friend.
A loud knocking and the door slowly creaking a second after immediately makes Sana cover her naked lower body with her duvet. “Sana, why are you already in bed?” Momo walks in, eyes glued to her phone. Not noticing that she just interrupted the possibly first successful session of Sana’s.
“I felt tired?” She answered, her voice sounding a little scratchy from suppressing moans and grunts for the past hour. Momo hums and walks over to Sana, still not noticing the flushed and disheveled girl below her. “Do you feel like eating pizza tonight?”
“Mhm, sure.” Momo finally noticed something was up, by the increased pitch in her friend’s voice. She puts her phone down on Sana’s mattress, slightly bending down getting closer to Sana.
“Are you sick?”
“What?”
“You look feverish.” Momo places the back of her palm to Sana’s forehead. The contact with her cold knuckles made Sana whimper. Momo freezes in place and her eyes shoot open.
“Were you doing anything before I came in?”
“I was trying to sleep.” Momo rests her other hand on Sana’s upper leg. Drawing small circles closer and closer up her thigh. Sana bites her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans.
“Can I pull down the blanket?” Sana’s heart starts plummeting down to her stomach. And her pussy starts clenching at nothing at the mere thought of Momo helping her finish what she started. She nods, not trusting words to be properly formed right now,
Momo slowly pulls down the comforter, making Sana’s heaving chest more noticeable. Once she noticed that Sana wasn’t wearing any pants Momo let out an undisguisable noise. “Do you want my help?” Sana quickly nods up and down, bringing her hands up to cup Momo’s face kissing those soft lips she’s been thinking about for days.
A loud groan released from Momo’s throat as she slowly worked her hands up. Touching the warmth and wetness of her center. She slides her fingers up and down Sana’s slit, coating them with Sana’s slick. “Was it not working again?”
“It wasn’t,” Momo hums and starts leaving kisses down Momo’s throat. Attacking it with small hickies. “It’s ok, I’ll help you.” Momo declares before easily sliding her finger in. Sana spreads her legs wider, giving Momo easier access. She slides the tip of her fingers in and out teasing the younger girl.
“Can you hurry up? I’ve been waiting for so long.” Sana whines. Momo giggles at her and gets on her knees. She grabs onto Sana’s legs letting them rest on her shoulder. She pushed her face closer to her core, observing the wetness that coated her center and the wet spots around her thighs. She drove her tongue inside, swirling it buried inside of Sana earning a sharp moan from the younger girl.
“M-more.” Sana locks her fingers in Momo’s hair pulling it. Momo hummed and the vibration caused a tingle up her spine. She takes her tongue out, and plunges one digit into her entrance. Feeling her tighten around Momo’s finger. She pushes another finger in while lapping eagerly at her bundle of nerves. She rubs her tongue in slow circles.
Sana has given up on trying to be quiet. If she wasn’t moaning or borderline screaming Momo’s name she was panting or groaning. Momo continuously thrust her fingers hitting her sweet spot and sucking her sensitive nub. It didn’t take long for Sana to start clenching and thighs shaking.
Her back arches and she finally comes when Momo moves her hand up and applies pressure onto Sana’s stomach. Momo removes her mouth from Sana and gives her a few slow thrusts to help her through the aftershock.
“Thank you, again.” Sana perked up on her elbows making eye contact with Momo’s darken eyes and playful smile. She makes a show of sucking her fingers, making Sana’s clit twitch a little.
“You taste really good Satang.” Her sweet voice suddenly made Sana feel guilty for using her friend to get off. “Do you want the usual? I’ll go order it now.” Sana nods.
“Maybe eating pineapple on pizza is what makes you taste so sweet,” Momo laughs while getting her phone and leaves the room. Sana is left flustered shaking. God she is not making this easier for Sana.
Sana takes a slice of pizza onto her plate and joins Momo on the couch. Momo picks off the pineapple, giving it to Sana. “Thank you.”
“You’ve been thanking me a lot.” She teases making Sana blush. “I’m just thankful.”
“Mhm, you’re welcome.” Momo takes a large bite of her pizza. With her mouth a little full she asks a question “You can ask me any time to help.” She swallows food. “I don’t mind.”
“It’s fine.” Momo turns to face her. “I mean- I just don’t want to bother you with this.” She slowly nods. “I’ll find another outlet.” Momo’s eyes filled with confusion as she tilted her head.
“Like crocheting?” She asks with uncertainty. “No, not a hobby. After I finish the project for Mr Park I’ll have free time to go out again.” She hopes Momo would understand without further explanation.
“So drinking?” Sana sighs. “Never mind.” Momo scoots closer to Sana; the warmth of her arm pressed against her is all she can think about. “Tell me.”
“I’ll have more time to go find someone.” A look Sana doesn’t recognize flashes over Momo’s face. Her lips slightly pouted and curved downwards and her usually bright eyes carried some new emotion Sana’s never seen before. “Why? You have me now,” the coldness in Momo’s voice surprised Sana,
“I can’t ask for your help every time.” Momo groans loudly and in one quick movement straddles Sana. “But I want to,” in shock Sana just leaves her hand up in a surrendering pose. “I don’t want you to go to other people.” Momo moves Sana’s hand down to her waist.
“Can’t you figure it out by now?” Sana is extremely confused but at the same time giddy that her crush was this close to her(even though she just ate her out this small action made her heartbeat faster).
“I like you Sana.” Sana might as well be dreaming. “You like me?!” Momo chuckles, “Well, no.” Now Sana is confused again along with a small pang in her heart. She looks deep into Momo’s eyes “I’m in love with you.”
“That was so cheesy.” Sana laughs, feeling her spirits soar. “Shut up.” Momo playfully hits her shoulder. “I like you too.”
“I’m not sure whether or not I love you- I mean I do but I mean in that way. But I probably do too? I just found out I like you a week ago. I need time to process,” Momo laughs before giving Sana a peck on her lips. Despite it being sweet and gentle it was definitely the most favorite of their shared kisses.
“Do you maybe wanna go on a date some day?” Sana giggles.
“Yes.”