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“Momoooo!” Despite the loud party music reverberating in the house, the voice floats through clearly to Nayeon and Momo’s ears. The call is drawn out in a way that only alcohol can bring on, and the two perk up curiously at what this is about. The owner of the voice lets her presence become known from behind, her arms draping over the both of them with more dependency than what’s usual.
“Sana, what’s up?” Momo inquires, before realizing as Sana takes a step that she is currently not the most stable. Her quick reflexes, honed by years of football, allows her to catch Sana right before she stumbles further forward than she intends to. Momo uses her strength to brace Sana’s weight against herself, grabbing hold of her hand to keep it anchored on her shoulder. “Nevermind, more important question: does Jeongyeon know where you are?”
“See, what I came here to say will explain that. We’re running out of drinks. I have an extra batch in the basement, but it’s in a heavy crate.”
“And you need some muscle,” Momo supplies the rest.
“Mm-hmm. Jeongie will help!” Sana beams like she just presented a silver lining to Momo, who only rolls her eyes. “You know she’s so strong?”
“Yes, actually, I do. We’re on the team together, remember?”
“I can help too if you need it, baby.” Nayeon chimes in.
“No, no, we got it babe. I’ll be back soon.” Momo assures with a chaste kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. She almost falls forward from having leaned in, Sana’s near-dead weight swaying with her and pulling her along. She would have definitely taken all three of them down if she hadn’t placed a foot forward in time, stabilizing her and Sana. Nayeon places her hands on Momo’s shoulders in an attempt to help, shooting a concerned look at their friend.
“Yeah, I think she might need you more right now,” Momo mutters, “Do you mind?”
“Of course not. Come on, let’s get some water in you.” Nayeon coaxes Sana out of Momo’s arms, and thankfully starts walking on her own. Nayeon definitely wouldn’t know what to do if Sana needed more support than just holding her hand, her strength flimsy next to Momo’s.
She walks them to a quieter corner, holding a cup that she raises to Sana’s lips every once in a while to force her to drink the water.
Nayeon has managed to make Sana drink about half the cup—which took much longer than it sounds—when Momo returns with Jeongyeon, squeezing their way out of the crowd. Relief washes over Momo’s face when she spots them in the corner, having probably searched for them for a while, but Nayeon finds herself fixated on something other than those eyes.
Somewhere between leaving to find Jeongyeon and coming back to them, Momo had taken off her varsity jacket, now only in a black tank top. Her arms strain as she pushes the bodies away from her to get past them, and as she approaches it becomes increasingly apparent that she’s sweaty, her arms glistening from the moisture under the roving lights.
She’s pulled out of it by Jeongyeon swooping in and wrapping her arms around Sana. “Hey, I’m back,” Jeongyeon coos at her girlfriend. “Did Nayeon almost drop you at any point? You can tell me.”
Nayeon’s jaw drops, feeling scandalized, and Jeongyeon’s arm meets Nayeon’s hand in a hard swat. Jeongyeon recoils at the sting, shooting Nayeon a sour look that only dignifies her further. “Still think I’m too weak to carry your girlfriend, Jeongyeon?”
A quip back sits poised to be shot from Jeongyeon’s tongue, but it’s interrupted by Sana tugging at her shirt. “Jeong, I’m hungry.”
“I think they should have some bread in the kitchen,” Momo suggests helpfully. Jeongyeon nods in thanks. And as quickly as that, she forgets all about the challenge from Nayeon, fully focused on doting on her girlfriend.
“Did you wait long, baby?” Momo asks Nayeon afterwards.
“A little, but it’s okay, I needed to make Sana drink more water anyway. I missed you, though.”
Jeongyeon pokes her head into their space, matching the distance of Nayeon and Momo’s heads with each other, which is to say: she comes annoyingly close. “If you’re done having a conversation with Momo’s arms, I’d like to have that cup, please.” She gives Nayeon a deadpan look. Nayeon stares right back, hoping her nonchalance would deny Jeongyeon’s accusations in front of Momo—assuming she hasn’t already noticed.
Nayeon pushes it into her chest begrudgingly, willing her to leave them be. Staring at Momo’s arms demanded some privacy. Especially if she’s going to appreciate them in other ways.
“Bye Nayeon! Bye Momo!” Sana shouts cheerily as they walk away, having no true idea of the ordeal Jeongyeon is about to go through trying to get them both out of there. They disappear into the same crowd Momo and Jeongyeon appeared out of mere moments ago, and Nayeon prays they make it out as a pair, knowing how chaotic weaving through a dense space can be.
“Hey.” Momo places a hand on Nayeon’s lower back, smiling fondly at her. The dress she has on is backless, and the direct contact reignites memories of Momo having it there in other contexts—pulling her close, making her arch backwards as Momo pushes her tongue into her mouth.
“Hey.” Did she get to respond right away? She’s not too sure. “You took off your jacket.” She places her hand on Momo’s bare arm, accentuating the comment.
“Yeah, I broke a bit of a sweat bringing the drinks up. Started to feel warm.”
Nayeon hums absentmindedly in acknowledgement, rubbing gently at Momo’s skin. Maybe she gives it a gentle squeeze too. It’s firm under her touch.
“Babe?”
“I-I’m listening,” she tries to say matter-of-factly, but Momo only grins, clearly not buying it. She looks so attractive. Nayeon crosses her arms, resisting the urge to keep ogling. Momo is too dangerous when she gets cocky. “If you broke a sweat just bringing up a crate with someone, maybe you need to tighten up on training.”
“Are you suggesting I’m rusty?”
Nayeon shrugs, pretending to scan the crowd. “Maybe.”
“Right… Is that why you were feeling me up just now?”
“Don’t delude yourself.” She responds with an offended scoff.
“Oh, I’m delusional?”
“Yes, yes you are.” Nayeon tuts, chin raised.
Momo retracts her hand from its spot on Nayeon’s back, proceeding to untie her jacket around her waist. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind, then, if I put this back on—”
“—No,” Nayeon says hastily, stopping Momo in her tracks. “Do not do that.”
Momo giggles, tightening the sleeves to secure them back in place. “Alright,” she says, far too amused.
Nayeon rolls her eyes, not willing to admit her defeat. “You know what, I think I see Mina in the crowd. I’m gonna go dance with her for a bit.”
“Fine, have fun.” Momo resigns, stepping back to find herself somewhere to sit.
“Momo,” Nayeon scolds, “letting me go without a kiss?”
A laugh breaks out of Momo’s throat, and it’s so unfair how attractive it is to Nayeon. “Oh, I’m sorry, how dare I?”
“Mm, come here.” Nayeon hooks a finger into the waistline of Momo’s jeans, pulling her in as she catches her lips. The kiss is deep and lingering, and Nayeon relishes in the softness of her lips against hers. She’s so gentle, even now. Nayeon wants to rile her up.
Probably sensing the expiration of what was supposed to be a chaste kiss, Momo begins to pull away. But Nayeon is having none of it. She intends to make things even. So, she moves her hand to Momo’s neck to keep her in place. There’s a wet sound when she releases Momo’s lips from hers, momentarily watching her girlfriend’s face before prodding her tongue into her mouth. The music may be loud, but the satisfied groan that Momo hums around Nayeon’s tongue is impossible to miss. That’s about what she was aiming for.
Nayeon pushes Momo’s shoulders away, signaling for them to stop. There’s clear confusion in Momo’s eyes when it meets hers. “What—”
“I’ll be back in a bit.” Nayeon pats her shoulder with a satisfied grin, letting her stare linger on Momo as she slowly turns away.
Her girlfriend is being incredibly unfair, Momo thinks, frustrated. She looks down at her pants, considering herself lucky that she didn’t get too turned on and got hard. It’s not like it’s been a while since they last did anything, but Nayeon is so addictive. Momo could have kissed her forever, memorizing the feel of her tongue, the landscape of her mouth, the melody of her whines. But it seems she would have to play for a little longer. Suddenly feeling like an awkward bystander without Nayeon, Momo spins around in search of a chair she could rest on.
There is one thankfully not far, which she drags to the same corner she’d been at so Nayeon could easily find her again later. And speaking of which, Momo squints her eyes at the crowd, trying to spot where her girlfriend had gone off too. Surprisingly enough, she does find her with Mina, dancing to their heart’s content near the edge of the crowd.
She loves watching Nayeon dance. Her girlfriend lives for it, feeling the energy in the crowd and even relishing in catching people’s attention at times. Not that she ever entertains them if they try. She’s Momo’s, after all. Momo bites her lip at the thought, watching Nayeon roll her body to the music, running her hands down her body once in a while. She’s so attractive, god. And she knows it—Momo has always loved that about her. She can’t tear her eyes from Nayeon when she turns to face away from her in the distance, giving Momo a clear view of the smooth skin of her back. It flexes at certain movements, lean muscles showing through as they’re pulled taut. Just last week that was the very sight she had on her bed, Nayeon straining to reach back and touch any part of Momo as she pounded her into the mattress with her cock, begging to have her load. Every time she would thrust Nayeon would be a mess of broken moans, begging her to fuck deeper still. Momo still remembers the feel of her pussy clenching hard around her cock, so damn wet she could see the stickiness of it gathering at the base.
Fuck. Momo shifts in her seat, feeling embarrassed at how she’s getting worked up by just watching. She forces her eyes to scan elsewhere in the room, although she will admit her gaze never stays away for too long.
She’s in the middle of studying the design of the wallpaper when she hears the recognizable sound of Nayeon’s heels, clacking at the specific pace at which she walks. “Had your fill, baby?”
Nayeon nods. “I could’ve gone for longer, but my feet are starting to hurt a little.” She looks down at her feet as she speaks, bending her ankle a little as if to lift the weight off her foot.
“We can go home if you want?” Momo says in concern.
“No, no,” she hurries to say, waving off the offer. Why does she have a grin on her face? “I think I just need to take a seat for a bit.”
“Okay, I’ll get you a chair, wait here—” Momo leans forward to stand up, but Nayeon pushes her back into place.
“No need, baby. I think I’ll just,” She turns slowly, keeping her gaze on Momo’s lap, and lowers herself onto it. “... do this.” And as if this wasn’t close enough, Nayeon scoots higher up Momo’s lap, pushing herself squarely into her crotch.
“N-Nayeon.” Momo grunts, hands flying to Nayeon’s hips to brace herself.
Nayeon raises her arms, scooping up her hair from behind her neck and laying it over one shoulder. A whiff of Nayeon’s shampoo brushes Momo’s senses, and she takes it in gladly, appreciating the intimacy of her scent.
“Yes, Momo?” Nayeon asks teasingly, peering over her shoulder to watch Momo, who is helplessly steeling herself to the sight of Nayeon’s bare neck and back so close to her. Nayeon holds her gaze, challenging her to do anything. But two could play it that way.
“You looked pretty on the dance floor,” Momo comments casually.
Nayeon glows with a beaming smile at the remark. “Had to show off for my audience.”
Momo knows her girlfriend is talking about her, of course she is. But she also knows something else Nayeon enjoys. “Uh-huh, I know you love it. Drawing people’s attention, keeping their eyes on you.” She rubs her thumb against Nayeon’s hipbone. “I saw how you swayed these hips, where those hands were going sometimes.”
“Not my fault people stare.”
“Mm, no, of course not,” Momo indulges. “It’s only natural if you have a dress as nice as this one on. And a back…” She moves one hand behind Nayeon, placing one lithe finger between her shoulder blades. “... this sexy.” The finger slides, down, down her spine, and Momo relishes in the way it arches under her touch. “Right?”
Nayeon’s response comes as a moan along with a shift in her lap, and while that is technically a triumph in this little game, Momo questions her methods as she feels the friction of Nayeon’s ass against her cock. Still, she refuses to let on, not quite done drawing this out. She continues to trace Nayeon’s spine, watching carefully for her reactions.
When Nayeon throws her head back in obvious frustration, her thighs rubbing together, Momo grins. “I love when you do that.”
“Do what?” Nayeon questions indignantly.
“When you throw your head back, and your back arches… and your eyes shut trying not to look too turned on.”
“Momo.” Her name slips out as a weak protest laced into a moan, and fuck, Momo wants to hear more. She leans forward, gripping Nayeon’s hips and pulling it towards her cock, knowing Nayeon can feel her bulge by now. She places a wet kiss squarely on Nayeon’s spine, then darts her tongue out in a slow, languid lick upwards.
Almost instantly, Nayeon pulls away, her weight lifting off Momo’s lap. Momo panics for a second, worried she went too far, but all doubt is washed away from her at seeing Nayeon’s eyes, needy and wanting. She takes Momo’s hands and pulls her up, dragging her up the stairs. All the while, Momo tries her best to cover the bulge in her jeans as they weave past strangers, hoping no one was paying them enough attention to really see it.
She knows exactly where they’re going. Nayeon has quite an aversion to bathrooms at parties, way too afraid of the potential grossness of sharing the same one with a house full of drunk college students. And don’t even get her started on the possibility of walking in on at least two people getting it on in there. Knowing this, Sana had lent them the key to her own personal bathroom in the house, available for them to use exclusively. Momo and Nayeon fleeing to said room to have sex is definitely not part of the intended benefits of it, but that’s nothing a good post-sex cleanup can’t make up for.
When they reach the door, Momo hands Nayeon the keys she’d been keeping in her pocket, and watches on with much amusement as she rushes to unlock it. “Someone’s excited.”
“Shut up, this is your fault.” The door swings open and Nayeon takes her by the arm and shoves her roughly inside, closing the door once they’re both in.
The bathroom offers a rather small space, which is something both she and Nayeon do find an inconvenience, but whereas Nayeon would easily resolve it by simply using Sana’s ever-so-tempting bed, Momo decidedly would not, feeling too put off by the idea of having sex on a dear friend’s bed.
That said, Momo admits she’s unsure how they’ll manage the rather small space when she scans her surroundings, but it seems it’s decided for her when Nayeon crashes into her back roughly, kissing all over her neck and behind her ears. Momo stumbles forward and onto the sink at the impact, bracing herself on the counter. It’s so sexy how pushy Nayeon is like this. She turns her head to the side, asking for her girlfriend’s lips on hers.
She doesn’t wait long for it, Nayeon’s lips crashing harshly into hers in a second. She feels a gentle pull on her lower lip as Nayeon sucks it into her mouth, and she cups her face to keep her there. Nayeon sounds heavenly, moaning against her lips and already breathing heavily.
She could never make Nayeon understand how soft she feels when they’re like this, how she bends and folds so easily against the feel of Nayeon’s lips, wanting to be whatever is needed of her. There is nothing else—not the stuffiness of the bathroom air, the dull thud of the music shaking the walls, or the coldness of the tile under her hands—except the warm wetness of Nayeon’s tongue brushing impatiently at her lips and igniting it to life, and the desperate tug of her face to hers, like she can’t exist in this moment if not anchored on Momo’s lips.
“I love you,” Momo mutters, not wanting it to go unsaid.
Nayeon bites her lip, and Momo loves how it shows off her teeth. She’s beautiful. “I love you too, baby,” she responds, the end muffled into Momo’s lips, not having the patience to even finish her sentence. With another kiss to her lips, she says, “Unzip your pants.”
The words send a hot pulse straight to Momo’s cock, and she holds Nayeon’s gaze as she unbuttons the top and drags the zipper down. Nayeon grins, hooking her fingers under the waistband of Momo’s briefs, then pulls down both her pants and her underwear in one go. Momo flushes at being suddenly exposed, her cock throbbing in anticipation as the cool air wraps around it. Nayeon eyes it as it bobs down from its own weight, licking her lips.
“Fuck, baby, so hard for me.” Nayeon whispers into her ear, palming the head of her cock and spreading the dampness of it down her shaft. Momo’s hips buck instinctively, feeling so, so sensitive.
“Don’t act so surprised, you were the one grinding your ass on me earlier. You’re not su— ah,” Momo winces, feeling Nayeon’s hand squeeze her cock and stroke upwards, loosening as she reaches the head. She gets the feeling that if she tried chasing it, Nayeon would only pull away more. “Nayeon…”
“Oh, I know. But I didn’t think you’d be leaking this much,” she replies innocently as she thumbs a bead of precum forming at the head, rubbing it in lightly. “Aw, poor baby, and look how red and swollen your head is,” she continues in mock sympathy. Momo watches as her soft tip gives under the pressure of Nayeon’s finger, slickened by her own mess.
Momo watches it all with stern eyes. “Please, Nayeon.” She could bend over the counter and pull her underwear down, she could go on her knees and and wrap those pretty lips around the base of her cock, or, fuck it, even just the head, or she could stroke Momo’s cock as roughly as she wanted in this moment and it would be the last thing Momo ever asks for. She just needs anything.
Nayeon giggles in her ears. “So polite.” Finally, fucking finally, Nayeon puts both her hands around her cock, wrapping tightly around it. “Go on then, fuck my hand.”
Momo’s hands tighten on the counter, giving a tentative push of her hips to test it. Nayeon squeezes the length, letting it slide under her slim fingers. She pulls her hips back, leaving only the tip in, before thrusting again. Her head peeks out just past Nayeon’s fingers as her hand hits the base of her cock, and it’s mesmerizing how they widen to accommodate Momo’s girth. God, it was hot.
“You feel so good.” Momo says, almost as a sigh, relieved at the stimulation after so much teasing. She maintains slow, firm thrusts into Nayeon’s fists, moaning everytime the head grazes through Nayeon’s fingers. The pace is fast enough to tighten the coil building up in her core, but slow enough that she has to strain in frustration to not to go any faster.
But she could think of another thing that would help this along. “Can you, um…”
“Hm?” Nayeon hums curiously, ever so attentive to her words.
“Like, twist your hand, when I—” In time with her thrust, Nayeon twists her hand just like she asked, granting another layer of sensation on her cock. “Fuck, just like that.”
She just hopes the music is still blaring outside, because she can no longer hold the moans spilling from mouth. Momo speeds up her thrusts, fully aware and maybe a little embarrassed at how messy Nayeon’s hands have gotten despite the total lack of lube. Nayeon’s hands begin to push forward along with Momo’s hips everytime she hilts, losing all restraint over the force of her hips. The wet noise resounding at every push of her hips is nothing short of obscene, and it only urges her to go faster, feeling herself throbbing at the noise.
“That’s it baby, use my hands like a perfect little fucktoy for you.” Nayeon coaxes, voice too sultry to be fair.
She falters at the words, somehow getting harder still. How is she supposed to last if Nayeon says it like that? She holds onto Nayeon’s hands, helping them keep still as she fucks relentlessly through them, her head laying back against Nayeon’s at the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. Nayeon, I c-can’t stand, please.” She feels her knees weaken as she nears the edge, unable to focus on anything but using Nayeon’s hands to empty her balls of cum.
In an act that Momo doesn’t know if she’s exactly thankful for, Nayeon starts moving her own hands now, stroking her cock in pace with Momo’s thrusts. “You’re gonna cum just like this or not at all, understand? Are you gonna be a good girl?”
Momo takes in an unsteady breath, trying to hold back her orgasm. “Mhm, I’ll be good.”
Nayeon nips at her ear, sucking a definite mark at the skin underneath it right after. “There’s my girl. You can cum, baby.” She places one hand underneath the head, as if ready to catch her load.
“F-fuck!” is all Momo manages before she’s consumed by the pleasure, desperately fucking into Nayeon’s fist to milk herself of every drop she could offer. When she’s near the end, she simply pushes forward, letting Nayeon’s hand rest at the base of her cock as the last few spurts dribble out of the tip.
Nayeon waits a moment before releasing her softening cock, listening to Momo’s breaths go from being held in tension, to quick labored pants, and finally slow deep breaths. “Hm, shame.” She lifts the hand that had caught a lot of her cum up to her mouth, and Momo follows it curiously.
“What do you mean?”
“Your cum.” She sucks a finger heavily coated in the mess, making a show of licking it clean. It comes out seconds later with a wet pop. “Put it in my mouth next time.”
Without removing her gaze from Nayeon’s lips, Momo grabs her neck and pulls her in a feverish kiss, tasting the saltiness of her cum on her tongue. Momo presses her into the wall opposite the counter, taking and taking until she’s left with only Nayeon’s taste underneath the sticky mess she had indulged in.
Nayeon takes Momo’s hand and guides it under her dress, pulling her panties aside and pressing her fingers against her core. Momo slides her fingers along the folds, and it’s nothing short of sinful how smoothly it glides against it, the stiffened bud of Nayeon’s clit pressing back against her. Nayeon’s jaw falls open with a broken moan, her thighs squeezing together and holding Momo’s hands in place.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Nayeon nods fervently, grinding her hips to get more friction. Her clit slides from the tip to the base of Momo’s soaked finger, and the needy whine that escapes her throat confirms it all the more.
“I want you to fuck me.”
The door beyond the bathroom opens, sharpening the music filling the room, followed by irregular yet rushed footsteps. They freeze.
“Sana— Sana, no, don’t go to bed just yet—” Jeongyeon’s strained voice, muffled by the bathroom’s walls, drifts in the air after the door is closed back shut.
Fuck, they’re here. “Why not?” Sana petulantly retorts, clearly tired.
“You need to wash your face, you have makeup on. Come on, you can do it, okay?”
Not needing to exchange any more words, the two rush to make themselves decent. Nayeon pulls several tissues from the roll in a panic, shoving it at Momo and gesturing at the floor, her girlfriend flushing at the sight of a few drops of cum that had escaped Nayeon’s hand earlier. She lunges at the doorknob, opening it rather aggressively to find Jeongyeon’s hand suspended over where the knob on the other side would have been, her eyes flicking between the two of them.
“Momo? Nayeon?” It’s Sana who speaks up, squinting her eyes at the two.
“Did you two just fuck in Sa—” Jeongyeon demands, but Sana cuts her off.
“Don’t—please, I’m too tired to be made aware of… whatever this is…”
Jeongyeon eyes them in disapproval. “Clean up. Now. I need to help her wash her face so she can sleep.” She stretches her arms out to grab the doorknob, staring them down until the door itself cuts off her line of sight as she swings it closed.
“It’ll be like we were never here!” Nayeon shouts.