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Momo hated weddings. She didn’t hate the concept, well, not that much. But even the idea of attending one sent shivers down her spine.
For her, weddings meant hundreds of people suddenly gaining interest in her life, her job, her relationships, and even her own marriage which she wasn’t planning in the upcoming sixty years. It meant too many questions all at once, people being annoyingly cheerful, a new suit -one that’s nice and expensive- and even a tie if it was a close friend’s wedding.
After a ton of events she had to suffer through, she would find the cure. Alcohol was free, but she refused being alcohol free. Treated the event like a night-out with friends. With enough glasses of whatever's in the menu, she would actually become a more easygoing person, someone who’s bolder and surprisingly; someone who isn’t insufferable to be around.
She would laugh off the stupid questions, and even flirt her way with them if it was a pretty girl who kept asking. Perks of being a functional drunk, she would experience a free match making service instead of a boring event –one that was sickeningly romanticized.
Just don't overdo it. Jeongyeon would ask her twenty times before the event. She’d seen Momo go too far a couple times before, and she wasn’t willing to let it happen on her own, happiest day.
I'm not asking you to not drink at my wedding, I just don’t want to see you fucking a girl on the dance floor.
Momo took it a little too seriously, to the point where it became painful staying sober. Because the only people she was close to were her coworkers, and none of them were there to accompany her.
Well, one was getting married, and the other two had to take a seat at another table because they were late. Ridiculously late. They would blame the traffic, but Momo just knew they would lose thirty minutes making out before leaving.
She was having her second glass of champagne, slowly, determined to keep it up. When she turned back completely, she could easily make eye contact with Tzuyu and saw the back of Chaeyoung, but they were nowhere even near her to have a small talk.
So one hour into the event, she actually offered her seat to an ajumma who wanted to see the brides better, getting further away by her friends but somehow taking the best seat in the hall she could ever dream of. The moment she’d taken her place, settling down with her almost empty glass and car keys, her breath hitched.
Lord, Jesus Christ, God Almighty. She started questioning her sanity– what if she’d counted her glasses wrong? What if she was so drunk to the point where she could’ve been hallucinating? Because, ugh, she didn’t think anyone could look so pretty attending a wedding party that wasn't hers.
By looking at her dress, she immediately noticed that she was one of Nayeon’s bridesmaids, as Jeongyeon would mention they would wear rainbow colored matching dresses. Which sounded kind of cheesy back then, but now, in that strapless, bright yellow dress; this woman didn’t even look like part of a rainbow. She was the sun herself, a goddess.
Momo needed a drink, no, two. Three. She didn’t care how many it would take her until she gathered enough courage to talk to her, or touch her. She stopped the waitress that was passing by, and grabbed a glass.
Chugging it down immediately, she was already feeling better and more in her element than she was a second ago as she felt the liquid giving her a slight burn. She could feel some old, judging eyes on her when she quickly snatched another glass before the waitress could even move on– but she didn’t care. God, she needed to relax.
Sipping her drink rather slowly as she sat back, her gaze locked on the woman that was watching the brides with the softest expression on her face. Momo couldn’t really tell what was in her mind from this perspective, all she could think about was how dreamy she looked. Like a Disney princess; chin resting on her hand, hair perfectly framing her small face and diamonds adorning her tan arms and neck.
No ring.
All those glamorous accessories would cast no shadow on her natural beauty, though. It felt like a punch to the gut. She had to drink that feeling away too, until there was nothing left but the low buzz of the music in her ears and even more dreamy side view of that woman. Momo could swear it wasn't the champagne. It was more like... she got prettier the more she stared.
She was starting to realize how flawless her skin was, how it kept shining as the spotlight changed from time to time. Then, she had the prettiest smile. That little nose scrunch of hers as she smiled at Nayeon and Jeongyeon was making Momo feel sick.
She had no idea how they hadn’t come across each other before, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to forget such a beauty if they ever did. She could’ve been a friend from college, Nayeon’s childhood friend or just a coworker. Considering how Nayeon’s been a model, she wouldn’t be surprised if this woman wasn’t a stranger to the industry.
She amused herself for a while, trying to convince herself that she actually cared about what this goddess was doing with her life. Until she realized she could live without even knowing her name. She could just stare at her forever, worship her with her touch or tell her how beautiful she looked without a break.
The alcohol was working perfectly. It was slowly starting to clog up the sensible side of her brain, leaving her with all the unholy thoughts you weren’t supposed to have at a wedding with a general audience.
But she looked good, right? She would get so many compliments on her look today already, making her a nice option for the woman in front of her. Well, she could have the blond man right next to her, or the pretty girl that kept touching her arm as she talked from time to time– but definitely not before Momo tried her chance.
She was trying not to seem like a freak who kept staring at her, to focus on the main deal –the wedding, of course– but it was getting harder with the fast consumed champagne kicking in. More like kicking her ass.
Maybe it was the way that the woman didn’t even look at her way once, or the way her eyes turned into crescent moons as she laughed, or the deep sound of her laughter that made Momo clench her teeth... Nonetheless, her blood was pumping the color of that yellow dress by now, Momo just knew.
Her phone buzzed in her inner pocket, separating her from her thoughts on how she should be approaching her at first. It was Chaeyoung, checking on her just to see if she kept the promise she’d made about the dosage of her alcohol.
You better not be smashed, unnie. Chaeyoung was still texting. Why did Jeongyeon's aunt take your seat? Where the hell are you?
Momo cleared her throat as if she was getting ready to speak, and sent an answer quickly. She didn’t want to miss another sweet gesture of the woman in front of her.
I switched seats and got the best
scenery ever. Do you know what it
feels like being so close to heaven?
Gotta be kidding me.
Are you high?
Momo didn't answer, just raised her phone a little, and tried her best to take a picture without looking. Acting like the lilies decorating the table was more interesting than the woman at the next table was a struggle, but she thought She did just fine.
LOL. Isn’t that one of
the bridesmaids?
If you quit drinking, you
might realize she's been
literally staring at you.
The first text, Momo couldn’t care less about it. It’s not like they had a rule for not hitting on the bridesmaids or anything, right? Jeongyeon, on the other hand, would just ask for her to not fuck anyone on the dance floor. She wouldn’t say anything about not fucking anyone at all, wouldn’t specify any other location either. So she would be just fine.
But the second one. It took her a minute to process what her coworker was actually blabbering about before she thought of checking the picture she sent.
She zoomed in under the table, and realized the woman was staring right into her camera lens as if she knew. She zoomed out, and zoomed back in as if it could change anything. It didn’t. The embarrassment creeped in. Her lips parted in shock, and her head darted up so fast that it almost made her dizzy.
And their eyes met.
Fuck.
Momo was right between wanting to die and using this as a chance to actually talk to her. First one meant never getting to have her, second one could end up with her getting scolded in the middle of a wedding. She spent ten seconds weighing the pros and cons, not averting her gaze from the woman’s for a second. Then, a miracle happened. The princess gave her the prettiest, brightest smile ever.
Momo didn’t give herself a second to think before clumsily standing up from her seat and finishing her leftover champagne on the go. She was just planning to say hi or invite her for a smoke break, but the woman was nice enough to ask the girl next to her for a seat switch.
“Well, hello,” she laughed out as Momo sat down, turning her body completely toward her way. From up close, Momo thought it would be easier to believe she was real, but it didn't even come close. Her energy was more radiant, her skin looked even smoother, and then there was this scent. It was intoxicating, almost addictive.
The woman continued, throwing her hair back as if she realized how her perfume would slap her in the face in every move. “So did they approve?”
“Excuse me?” Momo asked, not quite getting the question. This time she knew it wasn’t her being drunk, she was not that gone yet. But still, the question didn't make sense.
“You took a picture, texted a little. The one who saw me, did they approve?”
Turns out, she was not just pretty but wise too. All this time, Momo believed that she was taking secret glances, seeming nonchalant, thinking she didn’t even look at her once. But maybe it was exactly the other way around.
“I–” She stuttered, and looked around as if she was searching for something until the other woman pressed her own champagne glass to Momo’s lips, which was almost full. She knew exactly what Momo was looking for.
“Relax,” she said. Brushing some nonexistent dust off Momo's shoulder after making her grab the glass. That little contact was enough to make the Japanese take a big sip. “I’m just kidding. I hope you sent the picture because you like me and you're not like... a very hot matchmaker.”
“I like you, a lot.” Momo said immediately. They locked eyes for the first time then. She had nothing left to lose. “Sorry about the picture but I didn’t remember seeing a prettier thing in my life.”
“So you find your tongue with alcohol, don’t you?” The woman reached forward, and brushed Momo's jaw with her thumb instead of shaking hands like she thought they would. “Park Jihyo. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Momo,” She almost whispered, gaze dropping down to Jihyo’s lips after that fleeting touch on her jaw. “I think I heard your name before, Jihyo.”
“Nayeon’s infamous college sidekick,” Jihyo giggled, licking her lips in full realization of Momo’s focus. “Jeongyeon didn’t really like me before we got closer. Maybe she complained about me.”
Momo couldn’t focus on anything she said, more like she didn’t care. The credits for the night were already running on the back of her mind before her favorite show started. “Hmm,” she said. Still staring at how Jihyo’s lips were shining thanks to her gloss and spit. “Whatever.”
“So do you like bad girls, Momo-yah?”
That question was far from being serious, because Momo actually knew Jihyo. It would all fall into place after a while. She's heard about her enough to know that she could be a good girl when she wanted to. They would tragically never get to meet before, though.
The couple’s best friend from college, troublemaker, party hopper of the time who ended up as a business executive after they graduated. Insanely disciplined, sometimes annoying but according to Jeongyeon; the craziest character development she’d ever seen in her life. Main character syndrome.
Plot twist, she was gorgeous. Still had that playful hint under her now perfectly built facade, which made Momo push even harder.
“I do,” she nodded, reaching the table to put her glass down for the first time that night. When her hand brushed against Jihyo’s accidentally, she just left it there, fingers slowly creeping on top of the Korean's until they ended up holding hands. “You don’t seem like one. Makes me wonder what makes you so irresistible.”
Jihyo laughed softly, and caressed Momo’s thumb with hers. It made the Japanese actually stare at their hands on the table, seeing how perfectly they fit together, and how Jihyo’s tan made great contrast with her pale skin. She couldn't help but think how they would look tangled under the sheets.
The woman kept talking about her past, until Momo started to think about how she wanted to be her future. Preferably for the next hour, and maybe for the night.
She told her a stupid story from college, talked about her job, but Momo’s cloudy mind replayed the same request over and over again: She wanted to kiss her so bad.
Boy, wasn’t she talkative. Usually, Momo loved it. She loved her partners to tell her more about them, as it helped carry the intimacy further. But right now, Jihyo didn’t need to keep that pretty mouth working to improve the intimacy. She wanted to shut her up with a kiss, drink her words, exchange her laughter with moans. They could talk about each other’s favorite color later.
Jihyo actually did end up asking about colors, grabbing her tie and actually gaining back Momo's attention. But unfortunately, she wouldn’t pull her into a kiss like this scene would usually end up, they both knew the setting was not right.
“You’re also wearing yellow today,” She dropped back the tie, but that little pull was enough to give Momo a preview of what was about to happen. “Do you believe in fate?”
Momo couldn't help the laughter that fell from her lips before she playfully mumbled, “I believe in lust.”
When she reached forward and put her hand on Jihyo’s knee over the soft fabric of her dress, her asking eyes found the Korean’s. “Do you mind?”
Jihyo’s first answer was physical, she just put her free hand on Momo’s, caressing her skin slowly but surely. Now they were sitting knee to knee, hand in hand, bodies so close that even Jeongyeon’s eighty year old aunt could see the tension from miles apart.
The very little hint of morality left in Momo made her want to punch a wall because how nasty her mind was despite the aged audience –because among all those strangers, all she could think of was the warmth of Jihyo’s skin under her hand; how Jihyo’s palm was burning despite the coolness of the hall. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel around her... damn it.
“I don’t mind,” Jihyo said after a while, as if she finally decided what she wanted to do with Momo. It wasn’t like choosing a suitable choice for a long term relationship anyway. It was about how their skins felt against each other, how the Japanese kept staring at her with the most intense gaze she’s felt for a long while. She made her wanted, like she was the prettiest woman on earth.
That’s always been enough to get her on her knees before, in practice. She had nothing to lose. “I can play along like the old days. For you.”
“Nayeon will kill you,” Momo smiled warmly, driving her hand up and down Jihyo’s thigh. “Old habits don’t die fast, do they?”
“Jeongyeon will kill you,” Jihyo shook her head with a chuckle, and cupped Momo’s chin. Momo was convinced. She was either drunk as hell that it started setting her skin on fire, or Jihyo actually burned where she touched. Like the sun. There was something so devilish and fiery about her that made Momo forget about the existence of others.
“Like I give a fuck.” She spat, and the moment she leaned in to kiss her, Jihyo stood up in a rush. She would grab her by the wrist and pull her up with a force Momo didn't know she had in her. “Not here,”
So where? She could at least have a small kiss here, in front of everyone and bet no one would give a damn when Jeongyeon was giving her welcome speech. But the way Jihyo rushed her out of the hall with the strongest grip made her realize they were way past the kissing chapter.
She could take a better look at the princess walking before her right now. Their height difference -even though Jihyo was wearing heels- was perfect. By Jihyo reaching just a little on her tiptoes, Momo could easily grab her by her waist. Ah. Match made on a godly level.
Her hair didn’t even have a strand falling out of place, her back muscles twitched deliciously in every movement. Feeling the force on her wrist, it was obvious that she worked out. She didn’t even let it loose for a second. It could be the tension of the moment, but Momo didn’t warn her, just let her mark her wrist however she liked.
“Am I still drunk or are you seriously manhandling me right now?” She asked as they finally passed by the tables. Jihyo was still in full focus when she snapped back, “Do you mind?” With the deepest tone she’s heard of her that night. Momo could read the need in it easily, which sent a shiver down her spine.
“Suit yourself, princess.”
Momo kept following her, eyes catching Chaeyoung last second before they finally stepped out of the hall. The younger girl would mouth pretty when their eyes met.
Nice catch– no. Nicest catch she could ever ask for. They could easily agree on that, so much that Chaeyoung wouldn’t give her a deadly gaze like she was supposed to.
“Nayeon will give a fifteen minute welcome speech after Jeongyeon finishes,”
To their chance, the restroom was newly cleaned with a retractable barrier still in front of the door. Jihyo -who was already too wet to care about some cleaning products- sneaked behind the barrier and pulled her into the restroom before she locked the door two times behind them.
That would give them enough time. It had to.
“Hope you can finish me faster than that.”
“What are you doing–” Momo hardly balanced herself on her drunk feet, grabbing the corners of the sink as Jihyo threw her hair back, tugging on the hem of her jacket. “Take off your jacket,” she ordered, but Momo didn’t really think they had time for that.
“I don’t think that we need to take our clothes off, baby,” Momo muttered, but Jihyo just sighed and looked at the floor. The pet name and all the loudness of the hall becoming a hum behind the door was enough to ease her into the moment.
“I can’t get my dress dirty on the floor,” she tugged again, gesturing Momo to give it with her index finger. “Come on, Jeongyeon’s almost done.”
“Holy shit, are you planning to–”
“You’re wasting our time.” This time, Momo listened. She gave her jacket to Jihyo and watched her as she spread it on the floor, dropping to her knees right after. She did it with a second thought, reaching for her belt buckle with practiced ease. Momo thought after tonight, this was the closest she’d ever get to heaven.
After letting her best friend’s best friend give her a head at a wedding full of elderly, god would surely make her take turns with the demons at the gates of hell. This was the closest she’s going to get, the closest. Unless.
She saw it happen in real time, Jihyo’s mouth falling slack the moment she grabbed Momo over her boxers. “Are you sure this is soft?” she gasped, almost afraid to take it out of her underwear. “Why would you even drink to get someone when you’re hiding this underneath?”
Momo let out a breathy laugh, feeling Jihyo weigh her cock on her burning palm before she pressed a kiss on it over the cloth. It wouldn’t take her long before she got hard because of how pretty her scenery was. Jihyo, grabbing her, skin to skin– licking her lips before she rubbed her wet lips on her head. “Ah– Okay, fuck.”
The next kiss Jihyo would leave was on the back side of her shaft, following its length with her lips before spitting on the head and spreading it all over. Momo's hips twitched as Jihyo pumped her length, getting hard almost immediately.
She wanted to keep watching the way her eyes water and cheeks hollow, she really did. But when Jihyo finally took as much as she could in her mouth and sucked her hard, her head fell back with a moan getting ripped off her chest.
Jihyo just hummed back, sending another shock wave through Momo's body with the vibration. The Japanese thought there were no words to explain how good Jihyo’s warm tongue worked on her, how her mouth could barely fit in half of Momo but kept helping her with her hand. She was trying her best to take her more every time she bobbed her head, inch by inch, trying to do better.
This was exactly why Momo wouldn’t believe her when she implied that she was a bad girl. Funny thing. Momo has never had anyone be so good for her. “Good god–” She whimpered. The hand that was gripping the sink tightly flew forward the back of Jihyo’s head, and when she felt the tip of her cock press into the girl’s throat, she couldn’t help but dig her fingers down her scalp. “Good girl, Jihyo, oh my god.”
Those words brought her back to reality, her drunk ass finally realizing that it wasn’t just a thought but actual words that left her mouth. To her surprise, Jihyo would actually smile around her cock before she let it out with a slick sound, a sinful spit still connecting her cock to her puffy lips. “Oh, you like it?”
Momo was one lucky woman.
“Yeah, fuck baby, I can’t think,” Momo shook her head, still feeling the pressure of Jihyo's lips around her. Like that wasn't enough, her hand kept working stupidly fast and good, Momo could see her precum getting lost between Jihyo’s knuckles. She was making a mess. It was just too much, too embarrassing. “Jihyo, I don’t think I can– if you keep going–”
“Don’t you dare cum before fucking me,” Jihyo slowed down her movements, locking eyes with Momo. The Japanese’s chest was heaving rapidly, hair sticking to her forehead with sweat. “Please tell me you brought condoms.”
“In my pocket, uh... my jacket’s. You’re basically sitting on it.” As Jihyo started looking for the package, she couldn’t help but wrap a strand of hair around her finger, playing with it. It was soft. “I don’t want to rush you.” She mumbled, speaking without thinking again. Her beauty was captivating, more dizzying than any glasses she had. “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Give me just two minutes with this pretty cock and I'll be fine,” Jihyo sing songed, finally finding the condom and successfully ripping it open with her teeth after struggling with the slipping of her fingers. “Just so you know, I like it rough.”
Everything was better than she could ever dream of.
“Ah– great,” Momo hissed, feeling Jihyo’s hands on her again, making her wear the condom tight around her shaft. It felt suffocating, she longed for the rawness they had a second ago already. But it had to work.
“Let me do the rest.” And Jihyo actually would let her. The only negative part of leaving her mouth and mind empty was how much she spoke. Jesus christ. Non-stop, asking for things, and if not, moaning and whimpering. Momo would have to figure it out with experience.
“Nayeon’s halfway done, she’d read the same speech to me like five times now.” She smiled, playing along as Momo walked over her, making her step back until there was nowhere left to go but the cold marble wall on her back.
“Shit– do you always take your time like this?” She giggled, clearly enjoying getting trapped between the Japanese and the wall. Her hands wouldn’t stop a second, caressing her wide shoulders and neck.
Momo had plans, and not a single one of them required being slow or gentle. She was barely standing still on her feet, blood boiling with the need of fucking her hard, freed cock into Jihyo. “Do I need to fuck your mouth to make you shut up?”
“God, yes, you should.” Jihyo whispered in need, leaning in for a kiss. Their moans echoed past the stalls the second their lips connected. Without a warning, Momo bunched up Jihyo’s skirt and lifted her by the hips, her surprised whimper got muffled between their lips. Those strong legs would wrap around her waist without even being asked as if they belonged there.
“You are–” Jihyo gasped, still savoring the champagne she tasted on Momo's tongue. The older woman’s kisses were now on Jihyo’s chin, her jawline, anywhere she could reach.
“You’re wrinkling my dress, Momo-yah.”
“Are you kidding me?” Momo looked up to the ceiling, trying to find the last drip of patience inside her burning body. Their sexes were inches apart, the only thing separating them being Jihyo’s stupid little underwear. A wrinkled dress was the least of her concerns. “You're lucky I'm not ripping it off right now.”
“Yeah?” She would feel Momo rub her cock over her underwear, somehow finding such a delicious spot that it stuffed words right back her throat. “Fuck, hah... You're so hot like this.”
The cold wall on her back did nothing to cool down the heat between her legs. She held her breath to the way Momo kept her up with one hand and worked with the other one to pull her thong to the side. She was soaked, Momo teasing her entrance with her fingers just made it worse.
Her trying to act nonchalant wasn’t working anymore. “More, baby, more,” She gasped, holding onto the older woman’s shoulders with all her life’s worth. “Come on, we have to– fuck! Fuck me,”
“Just touched your cunt and you're already blabbering,” Momo leaned in, whispering before she pressed a kiss on the shell of her ear. The scent of her shampoo was so sweet, she wanted to stay this close forever. “Not so talkative right now, are you princess?”
Her body felt loose enough to both stay on her legs and satisfy a woman shamelessly at the same time. She could feel the way Jihyo melted under her palms every time she got a little meaner, how a little pushing made her gush all over her fingers. “You’re more than ready for me.”
Jihyo just gasped with anticipation when she felt Momo on her entrance, her wetness making it easier to be one without a force. Suddenly, she felt like she was being split in two, thought it was all of Momo, this was the farthest they could get... But it wasn’t even close.
Her scream got silenced by the Japanese, palm pressing hard over her mouth. “Shut up and take it all like a good girl,” She lifted Jihyo up and thrusted again, deeper. “The other restroom won’t be enough for all these guests. We wouldn't want them to watch you get railed, do we?”
Jihyo’s eyes finally fluttered open, meeting Momo’s intense gaze. Those big browns were full of tears now, pupils huge and mind lost between pain and pleasure. She just moaned deeper into the palm over her mouth, and nodded.
Momo was pistoning in and out harder now, doing all the job by lifting Jihyo by the hips yet showing no signs of exhaustion.
“So tight that can't even take it all,” Momo groaned, finally opening Jihyo’s mouth just for her to fill the restroom with her moans.
She loved her sweet little sounds– no, she adored them. But she wasn’t sure how many guests would appreciate live porn happening as a wedding show.
“Shhh,” Momo rubbed Jihyo’s lower lip with her thumb, before she pushed it in. The Korean sucked on it almost on instinct. “You gotta watch your mouth if you really want to keep going.”
Jihyo nodded dumbly again before she accidentally bit on the thumb in her mouth after one, hard thrust. It was getting slower but deeper every single time. Momo was getting tired of this position, she could tell.
Jihyo’s body, on the other hand, wasn’t carrying herself anymore. The way she draped over the older’s shoulders wasn’t helping either. So it happened.
Momo completely stopped giving a fuck, flipping Jihyo over and bending her over the sink so hard that she knew her stomach would carry the bruise that marble sink would cause for so long.
“You are going to get us caught!” Jihyo shouted, words getting lost into a moan when Momo pushed inside again, but this time, she could swear it was about to rip her fucking insides.
“You are going to get us caught if you keep moaning your head off like that,” Momo grunted, slowly gaining back her pace with a tight grip on Jihyo's ass. “Ah– I don't care. Let them hear how good I’m fucking you.”
Momo didn’t know if Jihyo even understood anything she said. She was splayed all over the marble counter, hair messed up, forcing herself to look back but falling forward every time Momo pushed in a little deeper. Her cheeks were flushed into the most beautiful shade of red, mouth slack, drooling over the hand she tried to cover it with.
Funny enough. Asolutely neither of them gave a fuck about being caught.
But the thought? It was thrilling. Sure.
Jihyo would feel proud if someone caught her like this because god, she's never been taken so well before. It was delicious in a way that would make your mind freeze.
“Momo, please,” Jihyo cried when she felt the grip on her waist get more firm, the coil in her stomach was tightening to a point she couldn’t ignore anymore. Fucking hell, she was about to cum so hard. “Please, please, please, oh my god,”
She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore. Momo was doing everything so perfectly that she didn’t even need her guidance like the ones she normally would. But the words were slipping out of her tongue uncontrollably, like the way she made a mess around Momo’s cock, or the way she moaned so loud that there was no way someone wasn't aware of it right now.
“You’re making me insane, Jihyo, so pretty,” Momo whispered between gasps as she tried to keep up the same pace, trying her best to get Jihyo there before she breaks apart herself. “Prettiest little cunt– need to cum so deep inside you,”
“Do it, please do it, ah, ah– gonna come!” Momo could fucking feel it, how she started clenching around her as if she wasn't tight enough before. Then she saw her fall apart right before her eyes, and her heart swelled at how pretty she looked like that too. Mouth still agape, moan getting stuck in the back of her throat, a tear clinging to her lash for its dear life.
Jihyo tried to push Momo back as the orgasm took over her body, but the only response she’d receive for it was the older woman yanking her head back, pressing their bodies together even better as the Korean started shaking uncontrollably in her arms.
“Look at yourself,” she said, staring at their reflection in the mirror and still fucking the beauty in her arms through her orgasm. “So fucking dumb for my cock, baby. Do you have any shame?”
Jihyo hardly opened her eyes, their gazes meeting almost immediately in the mirror. “No,” she spat, pressing her back even harder on Momo’s chest to stand as aftershocks still made it hard for her to do so. Momo was slower now, thrusting slower but deeper. “Who the fuck cares, I think I just died.”
Momo laughed so loud, thinking it was almost time to call it quits and leave before things got more complicated. But when she wanted to pull out, Jihyo trapped her in. “Hell no,” she leaned back, trying to hug Momo by the neck. “Need you to come inside.”
“Ji–”
“I’m clean,” Jihyo whispered between her teeth, almost frustrated, letting Momo pull out just to reach back and throw the condom somewhere over the newly cleaned tiles. She would have to sell indulgences for that later. “I already sucked you. You don’t have to fucking jerk yourself off.”
She knew what Momo wanted, Momo knew exactly how bad she needed to feel Jihyo raw; so she couldn't even resist before it happened. The younger girl aligned their sexes perfectly and took it in all by herself, inch by inch until there was nowhere left to move.
The relieved gasp leaving her lips was absolutely nothing compared to the deep moan Momo would let out. And just when she was ready to go again, they heard a knock on the door.
Jihyo froze, but Momo couldn’t even mind a bit. She thrusted in so hard that the younger woman would have to bite her own palm to keep herself from moaning. Momo could swear she just saw a tear drop on the counter. She couldn't even blame her, it was getting impossibly hard to just shut up now.
“Hello, is the cleaning over yet? The queue for the other one is too long!” Damn it. Of course Jihyo couldn’t do anything about the queue when she was getting fucked stupid, bent over like a rag doll.
“Occupied. Use the other one–” Momo shouted, but Jihyo, fucking menace Jihyo decided to milk her at the same time, and she couldn’t help a moan getting ripped off her chest. Shit.
“Oh, fuck it.” The woman in front of the door cursed silently but surely. “Fuck!” Momo gasped out just a second apart. It was obvious whatever’s been going on in there, and they knew when news spread, they spread fast. The speeches were done, the clock was ticking.
“Fuck,” Momo repeated the curse as the intruder walked away, pounding Jihyo even harder with the adrenaline of the moment. The way her velvety walls clenched around her was enough to get her close to the edge, already.
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Jihyo’s terror filled glance softened when Momo answered the woman that passed by with a delay. “Fuck it. Yeah– I’m fucking trying to.”
In no time, the restroom was filled with the sounds of their sexes again; filthier, wetter and louder this time.
Jihyo didn’t even try to hide her moans anymore. She stopped counting her orgasms as they became so frequent that she was starting to get numb. Then there was the way her veins basically printed into her insides...
She didn’t know where Momo ended and where she started anymore. It was all in a haze.
“Baby, you have to finish, please,” Jihyo said weakly, not even trying to peel her torso off the counter anymore. Her legs wouldn’t function, arms tied behind her by Momo god knows when. “‘M close again, so close,”
She took a deep breath when Momo's movements finally started to get unregulated, which made her fall off the rhythm too. But the Japanese was wise enough to reach down with both hands.
One of them found Jihyo's clit Momo felt bad about neglecting, and other pressed hard on her abdomen. Her eyes rolled back with satisfaction after feeling her own thrusts, circling the sensitive bud under her thumb with the last drip of her sanity.
Jihyo apparently didn’t have any left, turning into putty under that devastating grip. So wet, everything felt so wet. Even the Korean’s brain felt like sweet liquid, ready to pour out as tears if Momo went hard on her again that evening.
“So fucking good,” Jihyo grunted between her teeth, one hand pathetically pressing against the mirror, other gripping the sink by the side. “Shit– Look... what you... do to me,”
Oh, Momo could see. She could see it, feel it, even smell it as the whole room was filled with their sex, the scent of Jihyo’s arousal wetting her appetite even further, like saccharine.
“How am I supposed to get enough of you?” Momo moaned, fastening the pace of her fingers, slipping them through her folds before she found her clit again. That alone was enough to release a lewd, slick sound, making Jihyo whimper in embarrassment.
“I'm going to kill Jeong for not introducing you to me before– such a beauty, what a slut–”
“Give her– hah– give her some credit for that,” Jihyo said, eyes getting closed shut as her stomach tightened with that familiar feeling. “Look how we ended up, my god– yes, there!”
Who could have guessed? Momo had to give herself a credit instead for changing seats, for snapping that picture, for drinking more, for not stepping back at all until she had the girl she yearned for pinned under her, crying. They had such a perfect chemistry that it was overwhelming.
From that moment on, words started barely making sense. Momo’s lips started pouring out filth, pushing Jihyo to the edge just with her words. “Gonna fill you up so full,” she remembered saying, rutting inside the younger woman as she pulled her up into a tight hug, far from being innocent.
Jihyo used the last drip of her strength to let herself fall apart at the same time with Momo, cumming so hard over the fingers on her cunt, until their fluids made a mess on Momo’s pants and her beloved dress. This was a mess. The best one she’d ever let happen since the college parking lot scandal that haunted her for years. Her blood pumped younger suddenly.
Momo kept fucking her slowly, savoring the moment with her warm breath just an inch behind the Korean’s ear. “Heaven,” she whispered the thoughts that's been on her mind from the start, hugging Jihyo’s chest so tightly that the younger girl thought her ribcage was about to fucking explode. “This is the closest thing we’ll get to heaven, isn’t it?”
Jihyo just hummed weakly, eyes closed, body still twitching every time Momo moved. “Hmm, wanna keep you forever like this,” To the contrary, Momo pulled out slowly, letting her cum drip all over the marble floor. It was too much, all the pent up stress and her desperate need for Jihyo seemed to be pouring out of her.
Jihyo was too worn out to protest for the upsetting emptiness, she just let Momo do whatever with her from that moment on. Suddenly changing positions, the cold marble under her bare ass made her jump.
How gently she flipped her over, lifting and making her sit on the sink because she knew her legs were still too weak was almost too touching. Post orgasm wasn’t really surprising, suddenly everything felt too sentimental. “Let me clean you up a little,” Momo offered.
Jihyo was expecting her to get some toilet paper and all, but how stupid she had to be.
Momo’s plan was entirely different, she could tell when the Japanese lifted one of her legs and let it drape over her shoulder. All she could do was stare into her eyes dumbly, spread open on a damn sink countertop.
“We’re going to get kicked out of this hall, aren’t we?” Jihyo shook her head with a chuckle, a shaky breath escaping her lips when she felt Momo press a kiss on her inner thigh. The other one was being caressed thoroughly.
“We’ll probably get banned too,” Momo nodded, pressing another kiss, but right on Jihyo's core this time. “But I might as well taste you beforehand, hmm?”
“Take your time,” Jihyo giggled, hips jerking up when she felt Momo's tongue on her entrance. “Of course you have a skilled tongue too,” Her hand found the back of Momo’s head on instinct, ruffling her already messed up hair. “Just don’t get me started again, please.”
Momo wasn’t really good at not teasing, turning Jihyo on again when the girl thought she wouldn't be able to take any more. Five orgasms, lucky five. The sixth one would be the very end of her.
Normally, Nayeon would be getting all giddy and excited for her when she told her about such a mindblowing experience– but since she was going to kill her after today, she would have to wait for her in hell to actually tell how good she’d been fucked. So delicious, enough to erase all the regrets.
That was what Momo was thinking too, buried between Jihyo’s thighs, trying to lick up every sip of it as if the way they became one in Jihyo could be something sacred.
For her final act, she collected a gush of liquid on her tongue with one, long lap, and climbed over the Korean to kiss her– sharing the musky taste without a second thought.
Jihyo moaned into the kiss after tasting herself on Momo’s tongue, grabbing the older woman by the jaw so tight that she almost tripped over her. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Momo was kissing her with salt and sugar on her lips, devouring her as if she’d been yearning for her for years. What the hell.
“Insane,” Jihyo whispered out of breath, feeling Momo’s hand on her cheek, covered in her own slick. She let her spread it all over her face as she pushed her thumb in between her lips again, making Jihyo suck it. “You are,” Jihyo sucked again, “fucking insane.”
Her makeup was ruined, her hair was a mess, dress was stained with all the gush you wouldn’t be able to mistake with anything else; but all Jihyo could think of was how Momo was staring so deep into her soul as Jihyo licked around her finger one last time before releasing it with a pop.
“Not enough?” She cocked an eyebrow, caressing Momo’s cheek gently before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The older woman was still leaning over her on the sink when she shook her head fastly. “Not at all.”
Before they got to pull themselves together and actually found a solution for this unyielding hunger, they heard a loud banging on the door, making the younger girl flinch a little on the counter.
Well, it was probably supposed to make them panic and rush out, but they chose to keep eye contact as they broke into a laugh. They knew who was standing behind the door.
“Park Jihyo, Hirai Momo, if you don’t come out right now I swear to god–”
“Will be out in two minutes!” Jihyo sing songed, laughing as she lifts herself on the sink to kiss Momo. She inhaled her earthy scent as they shared a lewd kiss, letting Momo grab her by the neck as if her life depended on that touch. The bride had to wait.
“I’m going to cause a fucking murder scene in two minutes, Jihyo! Open up the fucking door!” Nayeon kept banging, but Momo was too busy moving forward to Jihyo’s jawline with her kisses.
“Will you fuck me in the car?” Jihyo asked playfully, making Momo look up to her with a faint smile, eyes locked on her lips.
“I will.” Of course she would. She wouldn’t lose a chance putting hands on this woman anywhere in her life. Besides, knowing that the epitome of perfection craved her the same way she did was flattering her too much that her ego would swell just enough.
“Hmm,” Jihyo pouted, thinking of another question. Momo wouldn’t lose a second stealing a short kiss from her pursed lips. “Will you take me home?”
“Open up the fucking door, people are waiting in line!” Nayeon banged again, they could hear the rustle of other people approaching now, as if they could scare them off more than Nayeon did. Go ahead, try, Momo thought. Nothing could take away from the intimacy they were swimming in at that moment.
Momo just kept watching Jihyo with her heart beating out of her chest, pressing a kiss on her temple before she answered, “I’ll take you anywhere.”
Jihyo giggled, very well aware of the fact that this was one of the best sexes she’s had. But she truly didn’t remember another time where she felt so worshipped and understood that it made her shake like a leaf under one's gaze. At her best friend's wedding hall’s restroom.
“Take me out of here first.” She gave Momo one of those smiles that made the older woman dizzy, and slowly jumped down the counter into her arms, knowing that she would hold her no matter what.
“So, Momo-yah,” she asked, letting her skirt drape back down the floor in all its grace. It was all wrinkled though. “Do you still not believe in fate at all?”