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kittenminari · 2 years ago

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On her lunch break that day, Momo made sure to contact the landlord, to tell him about their bathroom’s newfound issue. It was nothing extreme, just a busted showerhead and a leak in its hose. But Momo was getting tired of the lowered pressure and the constant dripping even when the water was supposedly off.

Thankfully, he got back to her email quick, and by the time Momo was home, showered and fed, she was able to browse for a new model.

Not long into her search, the couch dipped and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She couldn’t help the little smile that crept onto her face.

“The landlord gave us permission to get a new one to install,” Momo continued to swipe through the online listings, “so I was wondering which one we should get so I can pick it up tomorrow. Maybe one a bit bigger than the last…”

Momo’s brow furrowed in concentration. There were several good choices by her standards. But she wanted one that would last long, wouldn’t clash with the aesthetic of their bathroom and wasn’t too cheap. She wanted to use up as much of the landlord’s supplied funds as she could.

“Do you think…,” Mina’s voice came hesitantly, making Momo look up at her, “…would it be ok to replace it with one that’s a little… different?”

“Like what?”

Mina’s eyes darted between Momo and her phone. With a look that cute (though there wasn’t much change, Momo was just whipped for her wife) there was no way Momo couldn’t hand her phone over. Mina seemed on a mission as she was scrolling, obviously knowing what she was looking for as she expanded each listing, flitting through the description before moving onto the next. But finally, finally, she found one she liked.

“One like… this.”

She handed the phone back to Momo before quickly looking away, busying herself with her hands.

Momo was a bit confused at the reaction… that was until she saw the description. “Oh, I see.”

“Yes…” Mina still wouldn’t look at her.

Momo knew Mina by now. She could already assume her motivations for this little change. Yes, Momo was oblivious from time to time, but she’d seen and heard enough about the… recreational benefits of handheld showerheads. They had a basic one already, sure, but the one Mina wanted?

It was advanced to say the least.

But Momo had no reason to embarrass or ask about it. Mina would tell her in her own time. Either that or Momo would find out in a more interesting way.

So she played it off like usual.

“Sure thing baby. Seems reasonable, and it fits in the budget the landlord gave us. I’ll pick it up tomorrow and hopefully they’ll get someone to have it installed the day after.”

Her wife peeked up at her then, battling her eyelashes, studying Momo’s face as if waiting for something. A bright smile is all Momo offered, no teasing or judging to be found. “Sounds good?”

“Yeah, good,” Mina nodded, no longer hunched in on herself.

After that, they made their way to bed so Momo could get up early to beat the weekend department store rush. It was a bit hard, ignoring the unfortunate pun. Thinking about why Mina had wanted that specific model, and what she would do turned her on to no end.

But thankfully, Momo managed to get in bright and early the next day, only an hour after the doors had opened.

“Not this one… not this one…” Momo walked through isles that seemed to go on forever. Was there really that much need to have every shape, color and model in store? Eventually, she gave up and flagged down one of the employees to help and…

It turned out they actually didn’t have the one Mina had requested in stock.

It was hard to pretend like her heart didn’t sink upon hearing it. Even when she was kindly showed other options, she wanted to hide away and give up. But she couldn’t. Something little voice tingling in the back of her head told her not to give up so easily.

This was for her wife! And nothing would stop her that easy.

She searched high and low, reading box descriptions and looking at designs until…

She found one.

The perfect one.

She read over the box’s description a few more times just to make sure it was similar enough to the one Mina wanted. It was… and with five additional settings too? Mina would definitely enjoy it.

Momo made her purchase with ease, and rushed back home, eager to get Mina’s approval.

“I’m back!” she called out as she kicked off her shoes. Mina’s head popped cutely around the corner in seconds.

She was still in her silk pajamas, sleepily trudging over to Momo. “Welcome back-“

“Before you say anything,” Momo interrupted, “I couldn’t get the exact one you wanted…” she watched Mina’s face, a flash of something behind her eyes, “but…”

She stepped closer with the box in hand, holding it up for Mina to see.

“I got this one instead. I think it’ll still be good. What do you think baby?”

Mina blinked her eyes a few times, trying to get them into focus to read. Momo watched her, eyes trained for any little reaction. Well, she was very pleased to see that telltale glimmer behind her wife’s eyes, the way her bottom lip twitched before it was tugged ever so slightly between her teeth.

Yep, this was the one.

“Good?” Momo ducked her head down to search Mina’s eyes and catch her attention.

Her head snapped back up, blushing at her own reaction, looking away like she always did when she was flustered. “G-good.”

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The first few days ran by like normal.

Or normal as far as Momo could tell.

The shower was fixed the day after she had went to the store, and it worked just fine. It was sleek and bigger than their last one. On days where Momo was tense in her shoulders after a long day of work, she appreciated the varied pressure settings she could choose from (and wondered if Mina had appreciated them yet too).

She and Mina often showered together, and nothing about that had changed. Everything was as it always was.

Until one night, when Momo had come home early, getting a project done earlier than she had predicted. When she walked in, Mina didn’t greet her like usual.

“I’m home!” she called out, waiting for Mina’s head to peek around the corner like usual. But kicking off her shoes and taking off her bag didn’t magically summon her to the doorway. From afar, she could hear the hazy sound of water, which told her all she needed to know.

If Mina was having her own private time, she didn’t want to disturb her. But she was curious if her purchase was being put to good use. She tiptoed her way down the hall, over to the cracked bathroom door, unable to stop herself from stalling in front of it.

Sure enough, she could hear the slightly blunted sound of water against a body, which would be normal if not for the sweet, breathy moans that came only a second later, dampened by the drumming of water.

Music to Momo’s ears.

She gave herself a mental pat on the back before entering their bedroom, chest puffed up and head held high, and got changed.

She imagined what she’d be up to, spreading her pussy lips open, angling the stream of water right to her pulsing clit. She wondered what setting Mina would have it on. Maybe she’d warm herself up, then go harder. Or maybe she’d like it hard right from the start, overstimulating herself from one orgasm into the next.

She was just about to reach down and palm at herself through her shorts when the door creaked open.

Mina startled upon seeing her, her hair still a little damp and shining, only a towel wrapped around her.

“Y-you’re home.”

Momo leaned back against the pillows, arms stretching behind her head. “Yep, I got home a little early. Thought I could help you out with dinner later,” she beamed, unable to wipe the grin off her face.

“Ah,… how long have you been here?” Her hand clutched at the towel even tighter, hiding herself like she was hiding her shame.

But she had no reason to. Momo knew it all, and she was over the moon about it. “Hmmm, about thirty minutes now?”

That answer made all the color rush to Mina’s face, blush deep and dark as she realized what that probably meant for her and her not-so-secret bathroom activities.

“I’m sorry if you heard-“

“No, don’t be embarrassed!” Momo sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, “I’m glad you’re having fun with it, don’t mind me.”

She wouldn’t outright mention the fact that Mina doing such a thing with her purchase gave her a strange sense of pride (along with turning her on). But Momo wondered if Mina could see the slight print in her shorts as she got up off the bed to get close to her.

Momo kissed her right there, placing her hand over Mina’s shaking one, lowering it so she could lower the towel as well. It flopped to the ground, and Mina sunk further into the kiss, further into Momo.

“You’re gonna get me all dirty again,” Mina spoke against her lips.

Though it wasn’t a complaint, not with that sultry tone. If anything, it was to get herself more worked up.

“I guess I am.” Momo gave a quick bite to her wife’s lip, making her yelp. She slid her hand down Mina’s back, grabbing a handful of the pillowy softness of her ass.

“Let’s make it a late dinner today, hm?”

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kittenminari · 3 years ago

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“Your hair looks good like this! The partial-dye thing really suits you.”

That simple compliment should’ve been coming from Nayeon’s mouth, yet it wasn’t. Not that there would be any point to it when she was witness to the style change in the first place. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was just about everything else.

She was being ignored, forgotten about, and quite frankly she couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing than that. Nayeon grumbled something awful from where she stood in the corner, gaining some unwanted stares and whispers from the men sitting nearby.

Ok, so maybe it could get more embarrassing.

She was the one matching with Momo right now. Sure, the streaks in her were only a subtle light brown (as she couldn’t do anything outrageous for work) but they had planned this out. They had gone to the hair salon together and it was their thing.

But here this person was… touching all over her hair, threading her fingers through blonde-streaked locks… her Momo’s hair.

Whatever. She was fine. That was enough lurking in the corner for one evening. More people were starting to stare.

She walked up to the counter, heels clicking with feigned confidence. It wasn’t her favorite spot like normal, but it would do. Her mind was too focussed on ignoring the sting left by Momo who still hadn’t noticed her.

But that was fine too. She would just wait for Momo to mention her to this mystery woman. To speak up after hearing her name mentioned and giddily boast about who she was and how much she was definitely not-Momo’s-girlfriend-though-they-might-as-well-be.

But… Momo kept talking, without a mention of her name or even looking her way. Which she found pretty unfortunate. Now Nayeon just felt silly. Even sillier when Momo’s coworker walked over to her, greeting her with a polite smile and asking if she’d like her usual.

She was turning 32 this year. Not old, but far too mature to be this childish. And over what? Momo talking to someone? Some, by all means, attractive someone who looked young, fit, well rested and not bogged down by a boring office job? Someone who Momo was now smiling brightly at and coming around the counter to hug and practically lifting her off her feet with her strength…

Ok, maybe she could feel just a little jealous. She could be allowed it just a bit.

To top it all off, it was Valentine’s Day too. Maybe, just maybe, she wanted a little love and affection sent her way. Not that they had made any plans in the first place. After all, seeing Momo wasn’t always set in stone on weekdays. They both had work, and it wasn’t as if Nayeon came into the store every day.

And again, Momo wasn’t even her girlfriend. Not technically. Just someone she went on dates with and had mindblowing sex with. As much as she wouldn’t like it to be the case, Momo hadn’t even mentioned or brought up the topic of them being an official couple. They weren’t that far in age, but Nayeon couldn’t always wrap her head around the way dating had changed over a measly few years. It took a long time to become a real thing, right? You did all the dating and sex and all that first, and later the relationship would come. If you were lucky. Maybe Momo was still testing her out, and all she could hope for was to be lucky.

She wanted to be lucky.

“Oh Nayeon!”

Finally she heard the voice she was longing to hear. Her head snapped back up to where the woman towered over the counter. She looked just as pretty as always, and the dyed streaks really did suit her. That was when it dawned on her that Momo’s companion had left. And only now was she paying attention to her.

Momo waltzed over with Nayeon’s order as happy as could be, placing the steaming bowl right in front of her. She watched the steam rise, letting it fog up her glasses a bit before removing them.

“Good job at work today, you’ve been working hard lately. I um…,” Momo scratched at her cheek, leaning over the counter, “I made it a little special for you today.”

It dawned on her that while it was her usual order, it was much more decorated. The portion was bigger than usual, to start. The narutomaki were shaved into little hearts, and sakura petals hooked over the edges of the bowl, just slightly gracing the broth. It looked incredibly picturesque, and Nayeon couldn’t prevent the warm buzz of happiness in her chest, no matter how hard she tried. Though it could only spread so far, with the prior events dampening her mood. She was grateful, however. Part of her wanted to stew in the negativity just a bit more so she could truly understand her feelings.

“Do you like it?” Momo asked, now busying herself with a scrap of paper stuck to the counter, scraping at it subconsciously. “It was hard to get the petals but I managed. They’re edible by the way! I wouldn’t just put flowers in your food without it having some sort of purpose. But also you don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to that’s ok-“

“I love it…,” Nayeon sighed gently. She found Momo’s rambling cute, as always. But she was already preparing to ask the question at the forefront of her mind, “did your friend from before like it too? I’m guessing you made her a bowl too.”

The scratching stopped. Momo’s head shot up. “Oh, you saw Seulgi?”

Of course she had. She was standing there for the longest.

“She comes in every once in a while. She actually still hosts at this one place I cooked at…” she trailed off for just a moment, a far away look in her eye. But then her shoulders perked up again.

“Oh but I didn’t do that! She did order one of the specials we have today, but this one is just for you Nayeon.”

And again, Nayeon felt silly. She should have just laughed off whatever bad feelings she was… feeling. Just let it go. Because clearly, she was overthinking. Maybe she just needed some rest.

She wondered if she should go right home after eating, before Momo continued.

“Um anyway…,” her face seemed to redden a bit, and not from the heated air of the restaurant, “I wanted to ask you something. I don’t know if I mentioned it but I worked this past Monday so I have off tomorrow….”

Nayeon nodded, remembering the text Momo had sent her earlier that week.

“-And I was wondering if you wanted to stay the night? I don’t have to close so I’m getting off in about an hour. I was thinking we swing by and pick up some of your things. I know you have work but I don’t have to be here at like 8 am or anything, so what if I woke up to make you breakfast instead? Send you off to work well rested and well fed. And have dinner waiting when you come back.”

In all honesty, Nayeon wanted to cry right then and there. Waking up and coming home to someone was something she dreamed about, but never voiced. She liked being alone, sure, but never for too long. Sometimes the emptiness of her living space got too much to bear. So this? This was…

“Bad idea?”

Nayeon blinked herself out of the grey drab of her living room until she was back seated in front of Momo.

“No. No! I want to, that sounds lovely Momo.” She meant that seriously and genuinely.

“Good, good,” Momo motioned to the bowl of food, “take your time eating of course, and I’ll let you know when we can head out!”

She gave a smile that left Nayeon feeling healed, even if it might just be temporary. She ate her meal eagerly (and wow, it really was delicious) and watched Momo work, being attentive to each customer she interacted with. Momo was just friendly, right. That’s how she always was. Even if she was a bit intimidating, the regulars all new how kinda and personable she was. And Nayeon knew it best.

The next hour went by in a blink, and soon Momo was all packed up, greeting Nayeon at the counter so they could head out together. The cool night air on the walk to Momo’s van was a good refresher, and Nayeon even chose to keep the windows down as they chatted on the drive over.

Momo pulled up to the apartment complex slowly.

“Don’t take too long,” she laughed, pulling her phone from her pocket, “I want a little snack when we get home. My dinner break was early.

Nayeon rolled her eyes, but leaned over to give Momo a peck on the cheek. “I promise I won’t…”

Her words trailed off as she looked down at Momo’s phone. Not too long, for it to be weird, but long enough that she could confirm what she was seeing, and it wasn’t just the fact that her glasses were not on and in her purse.

Rigidly, she pulled away, giving Momo a curt nod before leaving the van. She could practically see the question mark forming over the woman’s head, but she just wanted to leave for a bit. Just a moment to gain her bearings again. It felt like she was holding her breath as she ran up to the second floor, hastily pulling her keys from her purse to unlock her door. It took a her a few tries, and for a second, she thought she had the wrong apartment all together.

But eventually she, came tumbling in, letting out a loud sigh, choking the rest of her emotions back. If she did all that, who knew how long she would take.

She ignored how dull her apartment was. That would make her even sadder. Honestly, she didn’t know what was more upsetting. The fact that she got worked up again or the reasoning behind it all. She saw those messages, full of hearts and a sweet ‘see you tomorrow.’ And on today of all days.

Maybe she should be grateful that her contact was just her name. Just Seulgi and nothing else. Maybe it meant they were just in the beginning stages of flirting, and Nayeon could have a chance to-

“No!” she spat into the empty apartment. She was doing it again. Overthinking. There was an explanation for it, she knew. She was just being insecure again. And unnecessarily so. Friends sent messages like that sometimes. Hell, she’d sent messages like that before, back when she had lots of people like that to send messages to. It was fine. She would pack her things and be right back out in a second, like she was doing right now.

Packing her things did soothe her a bit. She took the time to breathe, to rationalize things. This was just a mix of jealousy and her usual hangups. She’d be ok. Right.

Now… she was calm.

Some Valentine’s Day this was. Though that sentiment wasn’t directed to herself. Some Valentine’s Day for Momo. The woman had to work and still found a way to make Nayeon feel special. And what had she done? Be jealous, take longer than expected when Momo was still sitting outside hungry and then have a breakdown of some sort. She’d make it up to her one way or another. Somehow…

An idea came to Nayeon after another moment of thought. A way for both of them to unwind and let out a little stress. And what better day for it than today. She felt better emotionally, and if she started to feel too bad again, she could just nix the idea. But for now…

She went to her closet and gathered the necessary things, hastily burying them under her work clothes. She didn’t want to leave Momo waiting any longer.

Though when she got back to the car, Momo seemed a little concerned.

“Are you ok?”

Nayeon nodded, the perfectly poised like the picture of maturity and levelheadedness. “I am. Why?”

“Well… you left kind of weirdly and then you took a long time. Are you sleepy? Or…,” Momo’s hands gripped the wheel tighter, “did you want to call it off?”

“No, no. I’m ok. Yeah, just a little sleepy. A lot of work and all that.” She smiled, hoping the flash of her teeth would be enough to assure Momo.

Even if it wasn’t, Momo went a long with it anyway. Though she watched Nayeon for a few more seconds before nodding and driving off. And she could swear she saw Momo giving her little glances the whole drive over.

Entering Momo’s apartment was an equally quiet affair. She offered to let Nayeon shower and change while she ate a little something, which Nayeon happily agreed to. That gave her a chance to fully and completely calm herself again. For real this time. If she was a smoker, she might have lit up a cigarette to help a bit more.

Instead she settled for this, and tried not to get stressed again when Momo walked past her quietly when she came into the living to, on the way to take her own shower.

She busied herself again, going to the kitchen to clean up the few dishes Momo had made. But she did so with almost too much time to spare.

That was where the tv came in handy, though that ended fast. A drama that she was paying next to no attention to, aside from its sex scene, reminded her of her plan. If she was going to surprise Momo, it’d be better to wait for her in her bedroom.

So that was where she headed off to, relaxing against bedsheets that seemed impossibly warm for no one laying in them. She would’ve fallen asleep if not for Momo appearing in the doorway. Her hair was freshly blowdried, fluffed up and not in a ponytail (which Nayeon loved). Her face was flushed, which Nayeon figured might be from the steamy heat of the bathroom. But Momo’s ears were also red, which usually only happened when she was crying or blushing. With her eyes trailing down, Nayeon realized it was most likely the latter, because Momo had waltzed in there wearing only her boxers.

“Oh… you look pretty,” Momo muttered, eyes darting away.

But did she really? Her hair was a mess from air drying, all her makeup was scrubbed away, and she was here in a silk button up that way too big for her.

Sure, if she really thought so.

“Come here,” she patted the spot next to her on the bed. It comforted her to know that, while Momo was being quiet right now, she wasn’t hesitant on being next to her. In only a few quick strides she was next to her, kneeling on the bed. She held onto the hand that Nayeon had outstretched.

“We can go to bed now if you want unnie. I know you’re tired today, and I just want us to relax and spend time together.” She moved to reach over to the dim light of bedside lamp. “Just let me turn out the-“

Without even thinking, really, Nayeon pulled Momo back around. Lips crashed against lips, and Momo was quick to reciprocate. Though she pulled away when she came to, realizing what was going on when Nayeon’s hand followed the path of wispy hairs down to her waistline.

“Eh?” Momo questioned after another peck to her lips, “Are you not tired?” Momo eyes were wide as one of Nayeon’s strong hands reached into her boxers and wrapped around her semi-hard cock.

“N-Nayeon.”

Nayeon found it amusing. Seeing Momo try to thrust her hips up, even with the iron grip currently on her dick. She wanted to be a little mean, within reason of course. She let Momo keep trying, pathetically whining all the while. Amazing coming from someone of her size and stature. She wondered just how needy she would get if she pulled her hand away.

So she did just that.

Momo’s reaction was immediate.

“Nayeon! You can’t leave me hanging like that!” she whined louder, eyes glistening.

“Needy baby,” Nayeon laughed. She got up from the bed, leaving Momo there teary and confused. But it wasn’t for long. She kept her head high as she waltzed over to her overnight bag, digging inside, but not saying a word. She wanted the anticipation to set in just a bit. Wanted the lust-laced tension to simmer deep in Momo’s stomach.

So by the time she pulled out the offending object, Momo’s favorite dildo already attached to Nayeon’s harness, Momo was on the verge of bubbling over.

It came in the form of another needy whine, squirming against the sheets and a visible pulse of her cock beneath her boxers. She could imagine what was going through her head right now. Right now, she was probably remembering every ridge on the faux cock. The way it always slipped inside her so smoothly. How it thickened up in the middle of the length, stretching her ass just the way she liked. And how she’d get to feel all of that again.

Nayeon kept her eyes on Momo as she stepped into the harness and tightened the buckles. The woman laid out for her looked good enough to eat. She licked her lips.

“Boxers off for me.”

Momo blinked once, twice, before she realized what was being asked of her. Then she scrambled to get her underwear off like her life depended on it. Nayeon laughed at her fumbling, walking back over to the bed (not forgetting to grab the small bottle of liquid they’d need). She sat at the end casually, like Momo wasn’t there hard and waiting.

But they wouldn’t get to the best part just yet.

From beneath hooded eyes, she watched Momo. Watched for every small, subtle reaction in her body with each button she undid on her nightshirt.

One. There was a hitched breath passed Momo’s lips.

Two. Her throat jerked as she swallowed.

Three. The heaving of her chest became more noticeable.

Four. Her abs tensed, going rigid.

Five. Precum pearled at the tip of her achingly hard cock.

The silk of Nayeon’s shirt spread apart like curtains.

“Here.”

Momo wasted no time doing as ordered, scampering over on her hands and knees, dick swinging back and forth in her loose boxers, to reach her prize in the form of Nayeon’s breasts.

They were modest in size. Momo’s chest was bigger than hers, in fact. But it sure felt good to get a wet, hot mouth there. And Momo was always happy to deliver.

She laved her tongue over the puffy nipple, earning a moan from Nayeon. One she really didn’t want to let out just yet. She wanted to appear unaffected and in control for as long as she could. The next moan was blocked by her bitten lips, but her body still twitched from the pleasure.

Her attention switched to the other, to which she gave a quick bite. Whatever little spark of brattiness there was quickly tamped out when Nayeon dug her long fingers through Momo’s hair. She was always so easy to soothe with the gentlest of pats to her hair, body melting like butter. Better het, dripping down like the messy drool from all the sucking she was doing to her bitten nipple. So messy, but it turned Nayeon on that much more.

She gave a gentle tug to Momo’s hair, gaining her attention. The woman pulled away, looking up into Nayeon’s eyes from where she was bent down.

In the process of that, she must’ve caught sight of the toy jutting from Nayeon’s lap again. Because she couldn’t help but give quick little glances downward, probably in hopes that Nayeon would ask her to address it next. Her own silent form of begging.

And Nayeon was obsessed with it.

“Want it?”

Momo nodded her head so aggressively Nayeon thought she might strain her neck. She put a stop to it by shifting her hips up, and pushing Momo’s head down.

“Then suck it.”

Nayeon watched as Momo opened her mouth wide, slowly sucking her way down the toy, filling her mouth inch by inch. She reveled in the wet sounds, clit pulsing when Momo started to choke a bit. It wasn’t the first time Momo had sucked off her strap before they fucked, but each time seemed better than the last. And this time, Momo put even more work into it, noisily slurping and gagging on the toy, eyes watery as she looked up at her.

She pulled away with a cough, a thin strand of spit snapping with the distance.

Part of her wanted to ask Momo if that was all or the best that she could do. But the side of her that wanted to have Momo bent over and begging won out.

“Turn around for me, pretty girl,” Nayeon commanded, both sweet and firm.

There was no surprise that Momo did so in a flash, so excitedly that she let a little chuckle leap from her chest.

Nayeon smiled to herself too, despite the dominating act she was putting on. She slicked reached for the bottle she brought over, lubing up a finger to warm Momo up.

“You can start with two,” Momo piped up, shifting back a little bit more.

She considered teasing Momo more for trying to call the shots, but instead she settled for gripping at her ass forcefully, spreading her open even more.

She let out a yelp that Nayeon found incredibly satisfying. Even more satisfying was the quivering moan Momo let out when Nayeon got closer, easing her fingers in as she adjusted her position.

She relished in the warm tightness around her fingers, in the way that Momo was always so quick to adjust to it. Not for her to sound dramatic or cringeworthy, but she really was amazed by Momo’s ability to take things the way she was. She fought against saying “it’s like you were made to take my fingers,” because she knew something better was in store. When she was satisfied with how loose Momo was, she smeared the rest of the lube onto her strap, stroking it off as she poured on more.

The sheets under Momo’s fists pulled in tighter. She knew what was coming next, Nayeon could tell. Just wanting and waiting to be ruined.

And ruin her she would. Momo was hers, after all.

“I hope you remember how big this one is,” a the smirk obvious in Nayeon’s tone, “if not well…”

‘You’re in for it.’ The words left unsaid. But Momo knew what she was up against. And Nayeon knew that she knew. It was her favorite one for a reason.

The head of the cock clicked wetly against Momo’s hole.

“I’m gonna start, ok?” Nayeon realized she sounded out of breath without doing anything yet. The excitement was getting to her too. She barely waited for Momo to finish nodding before wedging the head in with a slick pop.

The moan Momo let out in response was filthy. Already, her knees were trembling, making the mattress shake too. And she hadn’t even gotten to the thickest part of the toy yet.

She reached underneath Momo to grip her pulsing cock, something to warm her up as she kept pushing in.

“That’s it Momo,” Nayeon cooed, “take it like a good girl.”

Need dripped from the next clipped moan she got in response, heavy and hot. Nayeon could feel her clit throb in time with her pulse, the weight of everything making her head spin. Emotions came rushing back to her all at once.

Then something snapped.

She was at her desk, watching. Tired. But working. And watching. In the break room, off in the corner. Not joining in the conversation, but watching. Then to that damn dull apartment, staring outside the window. Lonely, but watching. Then she was back in the ramen shop, her sanctuary. Full of color and life. A bright smile, but not directed at her. So there she stood, just watching. Jealous, but not speaking up. Watching. Doing nothing but watching and never taking.

But now was her time to take, wasn’t it?

She pulled her hips back, then gave her first real thrust into Momo. A solid slam of her hips. Momo let out a noise that Nayeon’s heard many times before. That familiar whiny timbre that no stranger would never expect to come from her. Her own special way of saying ‘it feels good, keep going.’

And so Nayeon did.

She kept her first few movements short but fast, already setting the pace for the night. It was unlike her usual slow starts, but Momo seemed to enjoy it anyway. She took her hand off of Momo’s cock to grip both aides of her hips, leaving it to pitifully bounce and sling precum on the sheets with every thrust.

As she went on she started to put in more force, managing to push Momo forward despite her being the weaker of the two. She loved that she had the power to do that, to make Momo feel that good. It was something reserved just for her.

“Who’s the only one who can fuck your ass this good?” Nayeon rasped, gripping tightly, lest Momo slip away from her.

“Y-you Nayeon!”

That’s what Nayeon wanted to hear. She leaned onto Momo, hugging her waist tight. “That’s right, you’re all mine. Mine, mine, mine-“

A soft hiccup.

A noise unfamiliar to Nayeon. One that stopped her right in her tracks. Her heart dropped into her stomach, every part of her hoping she’d heard wrong. But Momo’s shoulders shook. In fact, her whole body was quaking now that they were still.

“Oh god.”

Nayeon pulled out of Momo, making her whimper. She was about to beg for forgiveness to throw everything away and just hold Momo in her arms until she could feel how sorry she was.

“I’m-“

“Wh-what? Why’d you stop?”

Ironically enough, Momo’s question made Nayeon freeze yet again.

“Unnie, why’d you stop?” She whispered, turning around just enough that Nayeon could see her tear stained face. It made her nothing but more confused.

“Are you… aren’t you crying?” Nayeon asked, trying not to tear up herself, “I thought…”

“Huh? I mean yeah but… it’s good, these are um…” Momo managed to push herself up, wiping away a few tears, “in a good way? It’s a lot but it feels amazing.”

She sounded certain, which shocked Nayeon.

“Really?” The airy relief evident in her voice.

She felt… a strange mix of emotions. Though most of them were positive. She took the chance to look at Momo. Really look at her. It was enough to bring the warm, tender feeling in her body back. Even with her mussed up hair and mess face. This was the woman she loved.

“Yeah really,” Momo pouted, those dreamy doe eyes begging Nayeon for more, before she turned again, back into position. “Now keep fucking me, I was really close.”

It danced in Nayeon’s head, the thought of making Momo cum just from going to town on her ass. Not so much a distraction as it was something that fueled her actions that much more. She quickly got back into the swing of things, even pushing Momo down onto her chest as she fucked into her once more. Slower this time, but just as deep and forceful.

She knew she probably looked silly, perched up on her toes to get a better angle. But it was worth it if it meant she could put that much more effort into her thrusts, to make Momo go crazy with what she was feeling.

“Unnie…” Momo whimpered into the wrinkled sheets, “unnie, please.”

Her muscles flexed with the arch of her back, and Nayeon couldn’t resist them. Her fingers danced across her back, worshipping each ridge, each hill. Her hand moved it’s was down until she came to the small of her back. Then it took its journey back around Momo’s body to take care of her neglected dick, still just as hard as when Nayeon had touched it before.

“Unnie…” Momo sighed, “go harder again, please?”

This time, she allowed herself to take. Made the conscious decision to do so, uncontrolled by any emotional whims that weren’t her love for Momo.

The base of her harness met the toned muscles of Momo’s ass, hard and fast. In seconds she was back to the pace she was before. But this time, she let herself truly appreciate every bit of the moment. There was nothing to prove, only love to make.

“So good, so good. Unnie… gonna cum.”

“Oh yeah?” she jerked Momo off faster, “gonna cum for me?”

“Unnie,” Momo sobbed, “ah- I- the tip please, you know-“

Momo couldn’t get the words out, but Nayeon knew. She knew exactly what she meant.

Her practiced hand shortened its motions, quickly fisting the sticky head of Momo’s cock, perfectly synched up with her thrusts.

“Fuck!” Momo cried out.

Nayeon let out a hum of approval as thicker, sticker warmth gathered in her fist, spilling through her fingers as Momo’s body tensed. Each thrust came gentler than the last, fucking Momo through her release until she was satisfied. Another minute passed, just both of their heavy breathing and the ringing in Nayeon’s ears and the beat of her heart. Then she pulled out of Momo, slow and steady.

Her first priority was easing Momo’s hips down, so she could relax. As soon as that was out if the way, she became hyperaware of just how good the pressure of the harness felt against her aching clit. She shifted it enough to slip a hand into her panties, gathering some wetness to fumble with her clit, all while she replayed everything in her mind. Momo’s moans, her neediness, her obedience. It didn’t take long for her to double over in pleasure, curling in on herself while her thighs tensed.

When the last waves of pleasure subsided, she sat back on her arms, her head lolling to the side as she relaxed.

“Did you just do it by yourself?” Momo panted out the question, still not quite done catching her breath, “Unnieeee, I could’ve done it for you.”

Nayeon wasn’t having it. She shook her head sternly, before leaning down to kiss Momo’s cheek. Then she slipped the harness off, tossing it on to the ground to worry about later.

Right now, she just wanted to cuddle her Momo. She laid back, scooting herself up while Momo moved herself down. Like they always did, Momo laid her head against Nayeon’s chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart.

“Sorry I was so loud,” the apology came out rumbled against her chest.

Nayeon just laughed. “You’ve never been quiet during sex. Why are you apologizing now?”

“But I feel like I was worse this time,” she whined. She kicked her feet in complaint.

“Well maybe. Though if the sex hasn’t clouded your brain enough, you’ll remember we’re at your apartment, not mine.”

Momo shot up so quick the air around her whipped. “Dammit!”

“Really, how could you forget,” Nayeon snorted, sitting up as well, “this is your bed we’re in, and it looks nothing like mine.” She lifted up the pink and lavender sheets as to make her point.

“Ugh… I don’t know,” Momo hid her face in her hands before falling back against the bed, making Nayeon bounce up from the force. When she caught her balance again, she looked down at Momo. Her ears and nose were red, and her eyes swollen from the tears.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nayeon asked, just to make sure.

“I am, I promise,” Momo grabbed Nayeon’s hand, “It’s not the first time I’ve done something that rough before.”

Nayeon raised an eyebrow at that “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve had experiences with it from time to time.”

‘With Seulgi?’ A voice in the back of Nayeon’s mind asked. But Nayeon’s mouth stayed shut. She decided to ask something more normal and sane instead.

“How was it?”

“Do you mean in the past or now?”

“The past.”

Momo closed her eyes to think, leaving the room in silence for just a few seconds.

“Well… it usually started out strange.” She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on Nayeon’s thigh. “Most people don’t assume I bottom, and then when I say it well… it chased a few away.” Her finger traced circles on Nayeon’s knee. “But others were into it. Though it sometimes ended on a bad note. Sometimes rougher than I like.”

“I’m sorry Momo.” Guilt started to run through Nayeon’s veins. Sure she hadn’t hurt Momo, but what if she had?

“Ah it’s ok. It’s the past,” Momo nodded. Then she turned onto her back, still treating Nayeon’s thigh like her personal pillow. “And you know what?”

“What?”

“I had a lot of fun doing this with you today. It wasn’t too much or too little. I enjoyed it…

even if it was out of nowhere.”

Her brown eyes were dazzling, looking up into Nayeon’s as if she was the only woman in the world.

Nayeon wanted to see if she was truly lucky.

“You should be my girlfriend,” she spoke, testing the waters. She tried to keep a straight face, not breaking Momo’s gaze. She feared if she looked away, whatever little chance she had would flitter away, and Momo would disappear. With how long it took, she expected rejection. But nothing could’ve prepared her for what Momo said next.

“Eh? I thought I was already your girlfriend.”

Nayeon’s mouth hung open, speechless.

“What?” Momo sat up quickly, “Are you really not my girlfriend? Well you’re saying weren’t before, but now you want to be? Eh? What?”

“Well! We never talked about it!” Nayeon sputtered, “I thought you might be seeing other people!” She flipped the bedsheets up, unsure who she was mad at when the true answer was herself.

“No! Of course not! I don’t want to date anybody else but you!”

Cool water poured over the raging fire inside of Nayeon, her face settling into a fine red shade as the steamy tension seeped out of her. What replaced it was laughter. Laughter from both of them that came in waves, all the way from the kiss they shared after their confessions, to the time they went to sleep.

It was the night Nayeon figured she could properly call herself lucky. Lucky and free of all regrets. Even as she woke up an hour later than intended, with Momo being no help and there being a very noticable lack of breakfast made. She eventually settled for begrudgingly calling in sick, though she guessed having a day in with Momo was well worth it.

They made breakfast together (more like lunch by the time they pulled themselves out of bed), showered, watched whatever they could find on tv, and wrapped it all up with a bow in the form of more sex. Nayeon went home that day very happy, very well rested and feeling less alone, even when she went home.

Things carried on as they usually did the next day. She went to work like she did every weekday, though she got up a bit earlier to take the train in, making the active choice to take in the sights. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was nice, in a way. At work, she got everything done as needed, and even chatted with a few of her coworkers on her break. It went by much quicker than usual, and in no time flat she was taking the train over to the ramen shop.

She stepped through the door way, moving the curtains aside, looking around for that special someone of hers.

And when she finally caught sight of her, she was talking to her friend again. Rather intensely, she might add. It was…

Cute.

She made her way over to her usual seat, which was thankfully free, while wondering what Momo was rambling about so excitedly.

She watched curiously as Seulgi put a hand up, stopping Momo from talking, before reaching into her bag. She handed Momo a folded cloth over the counter. She cradled it gently, as if it was some delicate material, which piqued Nayeon’s interest even more. She waited to see if she would unfold it, which she did, and all it was…

Was an apron.

“Man, this really brings back memories,” Momo laughed. She tied it around herself, over the one she normally wore.

“All I need to do is iron the logo on and perfect,” she twisted around looking down at if from every angle she could, “That’s what they do to all the cheap aprons here anyway and-“

In the middle of her movement, her eyes drifted over to the familiar seat on the right, seeing it occupied by a woman that Nayeon would describe as good looking, but a little flawed in personality. She had a tendency to overwork and overthink. But she always meant well. And that woman hoped her girlfriend new that.

Momo’s smile got ten times brighter, and Nayeon’s heart grew ten times bigger.

“Ah, by the way,” Momo motioned Seulgi over to Nayeon, “I never got a chance to introduce you to my girlfriend.“

Nayeon really was lucky after all.

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