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“You and Momo will tag along tomorrow, yes?” Jeongyeon asks as she brings her car to a halt in front of Jihyo's apartment. “I’ll be picking up Sana and Nayeon from the airport.”
“Yup.” Jihyo unlocks her seatbelt and starts gathering her things, opening the passenger seat door. “I have nine alarms set so we’d be up on time. You know how hard it is to wake Momo up.”
“That woman slept through Chaeyoung messing with airhorns,” Jeongyeon recalls with an amused shake of her head, her fluffy brown ears folding back as she lets out a small laugh. “Are you sure those alarms will be enough?”
“Yes, Jeong. There's no need to worry.”
“So you'll be all set to go by 9:30 tomorrow? You two better not be late or else we'll get stuck in traffic—”
“I know, I know.” Jihyo nods, stepping out of the car and taking her gym bag with her. “See you tomorrow, then.”
Jihyo waves Jeongyeon goodbye, watching her leave until her car turns the corner and out of sight. They had just been together for an impromptu gym visit so they’d have something to do because Jihyo was getting restless.
It's not that being at home is boring for Jihyo, she usually has Momo and Nayeon to play around with. But with Nayeon’s current hectic work schedule, who was usually in charge of planning their little daily excursions, and with Momo preferring to laze around at home, Jihyo didn't really have an outlet for all her stored energy. Sure, the cuddles and the lazy kisses she gets are lovely and Momo tries her best to accommodate Jihyo's wants, but Jihyo just has too much energy she needs to burn that cannot be fixed by a simple walk in the park that Momo offers. Hence, her gym trip with Jeongyeon, who was suffering the same energy surplus problem since Sana is away with Nayeon.
Besides, Jihyo likes going out of the house alone sometimes because Momo usually ends up napping somewhere in the house, oftentimes cutely calling for Jihyo or Nayeon in her sleep. That side of Momo is downright adorable and it fills Jihyo with the most intense cuteness aggression— the urge to kiss her all over until they're both breathless becomes insurmountable.
She never says it out loud though— Momo had recently started insisting that she wanted to be treated as someone cool, not cute— and she doesn't want Momo and Nayeon to find out that deep down she's still a huge softie. Jihyo too had been trying her hardest to build a hot, nonchalant, gym girl image for a while now. Getting outed as a sweet sap would decrease her awesome points.
Still, with an excited swish of her tail she walks up the steps to their apartment, eager to see Momo’s adorable face.
“Puppy?” Jihyo calls when she enters the house. Momo usually naps in the living room, but Jihyo sees and hears no one. The only thing on the couch is Momo’s favorite plush, its owner nowhere to be found. “Puppy, where are you?”
Jihyo drops her bag by the console table, quickly checking her phone to see if Momo had sent her a text about going out of the house for a while. She finds none when she checks. And Momo never leaves the house without notice, so she's probably just home. Although where exactly, Jihyo is still unsure.
“Momo?” Jihyo opens the door to the balcony, thinking that Momo must've dozed off in the cot they set up on a sunny spot. Unfortunately, neither the tips of her fluffy ears nor the end of Momo's golden furred tail could be found.
Jihyo checks the rest of the rooms, but finds no one there. Her room is empty with the bed still made, and so is Momo’s pink colored room. She scours both the levels of the house. In the kitchen and the pantry. Past the living room and inside their little library. Checking the garage and their little garden in the backyard.
She finds no sign of Momo.
That leaves Jihyo with one place left to look, one where they're not supposed to enter.
Jihyo goes to Nayeon's room, slowly pushing the door open, and there she finds the person she’d been looking for. Right in the middle of Nayeon's baby blue queen sized bed is Momo, curled up in a ball, peacefully sleeping.
“Puppy,” Jihyo walks to the bed, sitting down by the mattress's edge to tap Momo's leg. “Puppy, you know we're not allowed to be in here, yes?”
Momo doesn't answer, she's still fast asleep, her expression peaceful and unaware of Jihyo's presence in the room. Jihyo doesn't try waking her again and watches her for a while, just enjoying the view. Momo looks so comfortable, her cheek squished on the pillow, snoring softly without a care in the world.
It doesn't take too long for Jihyo to start feeling drowsy, Momo’s sleepiness turns out to be infectious— she's tired as well, after she had just spent an entire afternoon doing tiresome workouts. And Momo just looks so warm and snuggly that Jihyo couldn't help but want to join her.
Slowly, Jihyo crawls to Momo's spot to bury her face in the crook of her neck and wrap her arms around her waist. She settles down, careful not to pinch Momo's tail. There's still more than enough room in the bed for them to lie down comfortably without invading each other's personal space, but Jihyo wants none of that. She likes feeling the warmth of Momo's body on hers and hearing her heartbeat as she falls asleep.
“Kitty,” It's dark outside already when Jihyo hears Momo whisper as she peppers soft kisses all over her face. It’s effective in coaxing Jihyo out of her catnap. “I missed you, pretty kitty.”
Jihyo purrs, stretching to expel the remaining dregs of sleep in her system. “Did you now?”
Momo hums, leaning forward to capture Jihyo's lips in a languid kiss. She slips a hand under Jihyo's shirt, letting it wander around her body. “Very much. I wanted to wait for you by the door, but you took so long and I got really tired so I decided to take a nap for a bit.”
“In Nayeon-unnie's room?” Jihyo asks with a raise of her brow. “You know we're now allowed in here, right?”
Momo pouts, her tail thumping guiltily. “I-i just miss her a lot—we haven't had a sleepover with her for months now. And I wanted to sleep somewhere that reminds me of her presence.”
Jihyo presses a kiss under Momo’s jaw, trying not to coo out loud at how adorable she is. “Months is way too much of an exaggeration, darling. She's only been away for four days.”
“You know what I mean, Jihyo.”
Jihyo laughs softly, but she does understand what Momo meant.
Nayeon had gone on her trip with Sana four days ago, but she hasn't hung around much with the two of them like these past couple of months. They used to all sleep in the same bed, either in Jihyo's or Momo's room, with Nayeon’s room marked as off limits to everyone else to serve as her private sanctuary or as an office for when she works late nights so she won't disturb the others. It used to be a rare occurrence, but with Nayeon's promotion and her having to lead a very important conference in Japan, her staying in her room to work on her reports became more frequent. Their little dates, to eat out or to watch movies, became less and less constant as well. Nayeon was completely apologetic, also expressing her disdain for being kept away from her darlings, but they had no other choice. For weeks Nayeon was like a phantom, off to work early and stuck in her room late into the night, with Jihyo and Momo barely even getting a glimpse of her shadow most of the time.
Jihyo can relate to how much Momo misses her, feeling the same way even if she doesn't want to admit that.
“You're such an adorable sap, puppy.” Jihyo pulls her in for another slow kiss, smiling into it when Momo lets out a small whimper when she nips at her bottom lip. “Missing Nayeon this much and breaking her rules just for a whiff of her scent.”
“I’m not adorable nor am I a sap,” Momo protests, swatting Jihyo's hand that reaches up to pinch her cheek. Her tail swishing and ears twitching in slight annoyance.
“She's going to scold you for breaking the rules, you know.” Jihyo warns her, but only in jest, her pitch black tail swishing with impish delight. “Might punish you for being a disobedient puppy.”
The thumping of Momo's tail changes from annoyed to a worried rhythm, her ears pulling back as she stares at Jihyo with wide eyes. “She wouldn't do that…”
“Won't she?” Jihyo asks, biting back the laugh she wants to let go of. “You do know she hates it when we ignore her rules, baby. I bet she won't let you off that easily.”
Momo whines, her tail now perfectly still and tucked in between her legs. “Jihyo…” Her tone is pleading, her expression a mix of asking Jihyo to stop teasing and to help her out.
“You look so cute when you're worried.” Jihyo coos and laughs out loud now, drowning Momo's protest by taking her lips in a forceful kiss, her cuteness aggression overpowering her senses. “It makes me want to take you when you're so helpless like this, puppy.”
“Jihyo,” Momo pouts, “You're supposed to be helping me out here. You slept here too, you're going to be scolded too.”
“I wasn't the one who slept in this room first. I can just tell her that you made me do it.” Jihyo gives a final nip on Momo's lips before dragging her teeth down the woman's jaw and column of her neck. “And I am helping you out, puppy. Helping you relax and take your mind off of your impending doom.”
“Jihyo, please.” The puppy begs when Jihyo sinks her teeth a bit harder by her collar bone. “Please, kitty.”
“Please what?”
“Help me come up with an excuse. I don't want Nayeon to be angry at me.”
Jihyo pauses her quest of biting Momo all over, looking up to meet Momo’s eyes. “So do you want me to stop this, puppy? We won't be able to focus on coming up with ways to get you out if I don't stop.” She toys with Momo further by slowly making a show of unbuttoning the woman's top. “Are you sure you don't want this? Tell me to stop and I will.”
Jihyo watches as Momo's breathing grows labored, her golden tail thumping on the bed with excited uncertainty. “I— Jihyo—” Momo arches her back when Jihyo starts palming her chest, squeezing and dragging her nails on the sensitive buds. “Jihyo, fuck— D-don't stop.”
Jihyo stops, contrary to Momo’s words, shifting her position so she can be fully above Momo. “What was that, Momo? I couldn't hear you.”
“Don't stop. Don't you dare stop.”
“But I thought you wanted me to help you not get scolded by Nayeon?” Jihyo feigns cluelessness, cocking her head and making her ears move with false curiosity. “We have to brainstorm to make a convincing excuse.”
“What if we just don't tell her? She– she doesn't have to know that we were in here.” Momo suggests sheepishly, her ears moving guiltily, grabbing a fistful of Jihyo's shirt to pull her closer. “She won't get mad if she doesn't know.”
“My, my. What a bad influence you are, puppy.” Jihyo grins triumphantly, leaning down to press her lips on Momo's chest. “Telling me to lie. And to Nayeon of all people.”
“You're the one making me do this.” Momo hisses when Jihyo scrapes her teeth on her now hardened nipple, grabbing a fistful of hair to pull Jihyo back. “Don't act like you're innocent, kitty. You know what you're doing.” It's clear Momo intended it to be a contentious reply, but it only comes out as cute.
“Me? I’m just following your wishes.” Jihyo latches on Momo’s chest again, teasing her with her tongue and teeth. “You know the innocent little cat is always powerless against the big bad dog. I can't defy your wants.”
“Liar.” Momo leads Jihyo's hand to the band of her shorts, letting her fingers slip under the waistbands. “You always know how to have everything done your way.”
“Does that mean you really don't want this then?” Jihyo hovers her hand over Momo's underwear, feeling the heat from her core. “We really should stop before you end up causing more trouble.”
“We should,” Momo visibly tries to put on a stoic face but her tail betrays her, wagging frantically in earnest. “We should really stop. I-i need you to get off.”
Jihyo watches Momo, amused at how she's trying her hardest to be rational but her body betrays her, leaning into the featherlight touches, her tail wagging a mile a minute whenever she feels Jihyo. “On second thought, Momo. I think I know what you should do for Nayeon to not get mad at you.” She slowly takes off Momo's shorts, making a show of it by raking her nails down Momo's well toned legs and leaving bright pink streaks in her wake.
“What is it? What should I do?” Momo squirms as Jihyo digs her nails hard onto the flesh of her thigh.
“Submit. Like the good little puppy that you are.”
“How exactly am I supposed to do that?”
“I can show you. You can try following along, can't you?” Jihyo begins stroking Momo over the fabric of her now soaked panties, “Do you want to do it? Consider this as practice, so you'd know what to do for Nayeon-unnie.”
Momo nods, raising her hips to chase after the friction Jihyo had offered. “Please.”
“Good girl.”
Jihyo finally lets her fingers slip inside Momo’s underwear, letting her warm palm brush against Momo's clit. She laughs when she sees her buck at the contact.
“You're so wet already, puppy. Does this turn you on? Does the idea of me fucking you on Nayeon's bed excite you that much?” Jihyo parts Momo’s folds, not inserting her digits yet, toying with the woman below her as she whimpers. She gathers the slick around her fingers. “Are you thinking of me or are you thinking of her?”
“Both,” Momo rasps, taking Jihyo's hand and pressing it to her core. “Hurry up, Jihyo.”
“Greedy. And impatient.” Jihyo tuts, withdrawing her hand. “You do know Nayeon dislikes greedy and impatient little puppies, right? If you talked to her this way she’d stop and leave you unsatisfied. You’d be in worse trouble than you already are if you act like this when she gets back.”
“S-sorry.”Momo's eyes widens, her tail swishing nervously. “I’ll be good. I promise.”
Satisfied, Jihyo pulls off Momo’s underwear leaving her fully bare beneath her. The air is knocked out from her lungs momentarily as she soaks in Momo’s beauty. “Let's do it Nayeon's way, yes?” Jihyo scoots down when she finally catches herself, peppering kisses down Momo's abs until her head is in between her thighs. “She always likes to get a taste of us before doing anything else.”
“Jihyo– ahhh–”
With a quick kitten lick up Momo's core, Jihyo gets a good taste of her. She hums, going back down to suck on Momo's clit before letting it go with a pop. “You're so good, darling. Do you like this?”
The sound that leaves an already dazed Momo's mouth is barely audible, her tail moving frantically as if to rush Jihyo.
“Use your words, please. Nayeon loves it when you're loud.”
“I-i love it. More. Please, with your tongue, kitty.”
“Louder.”
“More, Jihyo. I want more.”
Jihyo starts lapping broad strokes like the way Nayeon does, her warm tongue flat against Momo’s dripping center. She licks and sucks hungrily, letting her nose brush against the sensitive nub. Momo is trembling, hips jerking to chase after the heat of Jihyo's mouth.
“K-kitty–”
“Yes, puppy.”
“Your fingers. Inside. Please.”
“You're so eager. So adorable.” Jihyo gives in to Momo’s request, not feeling too cruel at the moment yet to deny her of it. Her finger slips in with no resistance, Momo’s warm walls clamping around her. She thrusts slowly, matching it with the pace of her tongue on Momo. It's an unhurried pace, just enough to rile Momo without making her reach her climax too fast. “Nayeon would love to see you like this.”
Jihyo adds another finger, picking up the pace, thrusting and curling as Momo clenches down. Momo whimpers, her eyes rolling back as she grips Jihyo's hair tightly. One of Jihyo's kitten ears is pinched in her hold but Jihyo doesn't mind. She pushes her fingers in until she's knuckles deep, drinking in the sight of Momo slowly unfolding.
“You need more, don't you, needy girl?” Jihyo asks with a pout, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips when Momo nods desperately. “I'm sadly not as blessed as Nayeon with her long fingers,” She apologizes with a laugh. “I think she keeps her new strap-on in here. Maybe she wouldn't mind if we borrow it. It'll help you practice the ways you can take it if we can give it a test run.”
“Inside her closet, there's a hidden compartment. There's a box where she keeps everything.” Momo answers, moving her hand to play with herself as Jihyo looks for Nayeon's stuff.
“How come you know this thing is here?” Jihyo pulls out a box from behind a few coats, eyeing a masturbating Momo with a lustful gaze, as she pulls out Nayeon's favorite toy. “She never told me.”
“That's because unnie thinks you’d go overboard if we're left alone unsupervised.” Momo confesses, watching Jihyo stroke the glittery blue phallus with glee. “I think she might be right. You look like you're plotting something.”
“I can put this away if you don't want this.”
“Don't you dare.”
Momo helps Jihyo into workings of the harness, her trembling hands moving a bit too sloppily and slowly for someone so desperate for it. She tugs on the base of Jihyo's tail jokingly before tightening the last of the straps.
“On your back, Hirai.” Jihyo instructs, helping build a little nest of pillows for Momo to rest on comfortably. She grins when Momo spreads her legs apart so eagerly without prompting. “You're so good, puppy. You're not even embarrassed to show how ready you are. Don't forget to do this with unnie, she’d love to see you like this, and she’d definitely let you off the hook faster.”
Jihyo rubs the toy on Momo, forgoing the use of lube, and only letting her slick coat it instead. Jihyo slaps Momo’s core with it, the head purposefully grazing her clit. Momo whimpers and presses herself harder against Jihyo, wanting more. She tries to guide the toy inside her but Jihyo smacks her hand away.
“Patience, Momo.” Jihyo says strictly, playing with Momo by pushing a quarter of its tip in and out of her. She lets Momo get only a taste of it, not planning to satiate her hunger just yet. “We're doing this the Nayeon way, remember.”
“But—”
“Puppy,” Jihyo says with a tone of warning.
“Please, Jihyo. Just fuck me,” She begs.
Jihyo laughs at Momo’s misery, giving her a few kisses as consolation. “You're so irresistible when you're like this. Do this again for Nayeon-unnie and she won't have any other choice but to forgive you, bad puppy.” She tightens her grip on Momo's waist and bites down hard on her shoulder. “Ah, I wish she could see you right now.”
As if on cue, Momo’s phone rings. An incoming call. She sees the contact photo immediately, and so does Momo by the way her eyes grow large with fear.
“Answer it.”
“But then she'd find out what we did— what we're doing.”
“What you did. But I’m here to help you, Momo. I have a plan.” Jihyo rolls her eyes, her tail flicking lightly on her side. “All you have to do is to do as I say. Take the call, but don't show me yet unless she asks for me.”
Momo takes the call, and Jihyo slips in half of the toy inside her— staying still, letting Momo feel its girth stretch her. The poor puppy whimpers in surprise, biting back a moan, just as Nayeon's voice comes through the speaker.
“Momo-yah,” Nayeon’s voice fills the quiet room. By her voice alone, Jihyo can tell she's grinning widely. “I miss you, baby.”
Momo tries to answer, holding the phone so close to her face, when Jihyo decides it's a good moment to begin thrusting, pumping in and out of Momo with vigor. “I, aah, m-miss you too, unnie. S-so much.” The quiver in her voice is evident.
“What are you up to?” Nayeon asks sweetly and innocently, unaware of the scene happening beyond the camera's field of vision. “Resting?”
“Y-yeah.” Momo answers as spritely as she can, visibly doing her hardest to not make her eyes roll back at Jihyo's ministrations. “I h-had a nap.”
“Are you not feeling well, puppy?” There's worry in Nayeon's tone. “You're red in the face and you're sweating bullets.”
“I’m totally, ah, fine. It's just a bit, ah, hot in here.” Momo uses her free hand to claw at Jihyo, her thighs wrapping around her waist in the attempt to slow her down, urging her to stop. Jihyo instead chooses to fill her up, with one quick motion burying the toy up to the hilt inside of her. “F-fuck,” She barks, loud enough for Nayeon to hear.
“Momo-yah?” Nayeon calls out as Jihyo starts moving again, with double the intensity she had moments ago.
“Yes, u-unnie— haah, fuck! J-jihyo—” Momo lets go of the phone, grabbing Jihyo by the collar to kiss her fervently.
“Are you in my room? Is Jihyo with you?” Nayeon asks, her voice partially drowned out by the filthy mewls leaving Momo’s lips as Jihyo continues. “Park Jihyo, Hirai Momo, pick up the phone or else.”
Jihyo fishes the phone in between a couple of pillows, holding it up to show herself before cooly answering, “Hey, unnie. I miss you.” She halts her movements, pulling out of Momo, ignoring the puppy’s groans of protest.
“Kitten,” Nayeon greets Jihyo with a smile, her front teeth sticking out like a bunny’s, giving Jihyo a moment to admire her (Jihyo has never gotten over the amazement of how much she looks like a bunny despite being fully human). “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Don't lie to me, Jihyo-yah.”
Jihyo pouts, her ears flattening, “Fine.” She flips the camera to show Momo who is desperately trying to rub herself on the toy again. “This needy puppy broke your rule, unnie. I left her for a while and I found her here in your room, sleeping. I did try telling her to leave, but she didn't listen. I had no choice but to discipline her for being a bad girl.”
“Hey! That's not the whole truth!” Momo whines, trying to use her hand to obscure the camera pointed at her.
“With my new toy? I don't recall telling you where I hid that, kitten,” Nayeon laughs.
“Momo tattled,” Jihyo says, stroking it playfully to show off at Nayeon. “She was desperate for it. I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed it, since I’m doing the punishment your way, unnie.”
“My way?”
“Just like how you’d do it when we're disobedient.”
“Really now?” The interest in Nayeon's voice is obvious.
“Yes, unnie.” Jihyo spreads Momo's legs apart, stopping her from trying to chase the friction she needs. “Are you busy? Why don't you stay and watch? You can tell me what to do if you want.”
Nayeon nods enthusiastically, instructing Jihyo to drop the call momentarily and transfer to a laptop for a better view. When they call again, Nayeon is on a bed, half naked as she rubs lazy circles on herself.
“Jihyo, kitten, don't you think you're a bit too overdressed for the occasion?” Nayeon points at Jihyo's workout clothes. “I want to see you too, baby.”
“But—”
“Strip, Jihyo.” It's more of a command than a request now and Jihyo has no other choice but to comply. “Momo, go help her.”
They work in tandem, Momo unbuckling the straps as Jihyo tugs her tank top and bra off. Momo sneaks in a couple of nips at her abs after she pulls off Jihyo's shorts and before she helps refasten the toy back on.
“Good girls,” Nayeon praises, staring intently at them. “Now give unnie a show. Surprise me.”
Momo bites her lip, taking a good look at Jihyo's bare form, lying back down, all ready for her to use according to how Jihyo and Nayeon see fit.
“Turn around, puppy.” Jihyo flips Momo with surprising ease, pulling on her tail to get her to put her ass up. “Let unnie see your pretty face while I fuck you. She likes that.”
“Ah, Momo-yah.” Nayeon clicks her tongue, “You're in for a treat, baby. Jihyo looks wholly devilish right now.”
Jihyo takes it as her cue, burying the toy deep inside of Momo, taking her from behind, thrusting at a quick pace without a word of warning. Momo lets out a choked sob, frantically clawing at Nayeon's sheet to get a grip, burying her face and drowning out her noise by hiding on a pillow. Jihyo rocks them both at an unforgiving pace, hands firmly on Momo's tail and waist just in case she can't keep herself upright, muttering a few orders here and there to remind Momo to let Nayeon see her face as she comes undone.
It doesn't take long for Jihyo to notice the telltale signs that Momo is about to reach her orgasm— the shallow breathing and her walls clamping down on the toy and making it slightly harder to move fast. Nayeon notices too, pausing her own activities to say something.
“Jihyo, stop.” There's rustling on Nayeon's end as she adjusts herself. “Don't let her come just yet. She needs to deserve it.”
“Why?” The voice that comes out of Momo is embarrassingly desperate and whiny, chasing her breath. “Unnie, please.”
“You're in no position to make demands, puppy.” Nayeon reminds her. “Besides, Jihyo has been the one doing all the work for you. Let her have a bit of fun.”
“But, I’m so close.”
Nayeon ignores the complaints, addressing Jihyo instead. “I bet making the puppy suffer made you wet, kitten. You like it like that, don't you?” She says with a lick of her lips. “Since you've been unnie’s responsible girl, why don't you let yourself have fun, yeah? A reward for being so responsible while I’m away.”
“She's far from being the saint you think she is.” Momo cries, taking it upon herself to finish what Jihyo started, riding her own fingers again. “She's mean and she lies and—” The words vanish when Jihyo kisses her again, rougher with more teeth and tongue, an unsaid warning to shut up.
“There are cuffs in my box. Restrain her, Jihyo. She's acting difficult tonight.”
Jihyo gets off Momo, rummaging through the box until she finds a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. Despite protests, she ties Momo up to the head board, arms high above her head as she sadly looks up at Jihyo for mercy. Unfortunately for her, it is too early for Jihyo to feel merciful.
“Let her wear the strap, kitten. Ride her for me, and don't let her off the cuffs. She doesn't deserve to touch you yet.”
Jihyo struggles with putting it on Momo, having trouble with getting the harness around her waist with her thrashing tail in the way. She succeeds in doing it on the third try, after Nayeon had dropped a little threat of withholding more treats.
She shifts to straddle Momo, pausing momentarily to check if they're still within Nayeon's view. She starts grinding on the toy, now coated with a mix of her and Momo’s slick, feeling its length against the entrance of her soaked cunt. Her tail swishes behind her in anticipation, moving in between Momo’s thighs, making the woman buck beneath her in the hopes of it providing her even the smallest bit of friction.
She guides the tip to her core, giving Momo a full view of her, taking it slowly inch by inch, whining softly as it fills her up. She starts riding, unhurried at first, letting herself adjust to the toy’s size. Momo begins pleading, asking Jihyo or Nayeon for her freedom, begging to be allowed to touch Jihyo. Jihyo only grinds harder, offering no compassion, one hand planted firmly on Momo's abs for support while the other occupies itself with her throbbing clit. Momo helps her as best as she can, thrusting her hips in sync to Jihyo's speed, despite being stuck in quite an uncomfortable position.
Jihyo sees Nayeon in her periphery, the older woman fingering herself faster with her long, slender fingers. Jihyo's walls clench as she entertains the thought of wanting those slick covered digits inside her mouth.
“Kitten,” Nayeon moans, her high happening sooner than Jihyo's. “Let Momo finish you off. Why don't you let her taste you?”
“As you w-wish, unnie.”
She leaves the toy and deposits herself right on top of Momo’s eager tongue, gasping in pleasure when the woman wastes no time tasting her. Jihyo is so close, her pace turning sloppy. She takes hold of one of Momo's fluffy golden ears, harshly tugging to guide Momo to her clit. There's a small yelp of pain from Momo but she doesn't pause from her ministrations.
“Unnie,” Jihyo turns to her laptop, looking at Nayeon for permission.
“No need to ask me, kitten. Do whatever you want.”
“You're so good with your tongue, puppy.” She cries, sensing the inevitability of her orgasm. “I’m gonna— fuck, Momo-yah.”
Momo unravels Jihyo with one final lick up her slit, cum dripping down the restrained woman's mouth and chin. Momo laps it all up, like a thirsty dog under the summer sun, wasting not even a single drop.
After grinding out the last waves of her orgasm, Jihyo gives Momo a thank you kiss. Breathless and sweating, she gets a taste of herself on Momo's tongue.
“That was beautiful, kitten. Ten out of ten. No notes.” Nayeon laughs. “How about an encore?”
“What would you like to see?” Jihyo laughs along, already gearing to heed to Nayeon's desires.
A whine from Momo gets both their attention, her cuffs clinking against the metal of the headboard, “But what about me?”
“What about you, puppy?” Jihyo traces a thumb on the swell of Momo’s breast.
“Unnie promised. She'd let me have a turn when you're done.”
Jihyo hums, “I don't recall unnie saying that. Did you tell her that unnie?”
“I did not,” Nayeon says. “I said you didn't deserve it yet. Have you done something to make you deserving, puppy? Come and tell unnie.”
“I let you cuff me even if I really wanted to touch Jihyo! I was a good puppy, unnie— I did as I was told—”
“Do you think that's enough?” Nayeon's tone grows cold. “Need I remind you that you entered my room even though we have agreed that it's out of limits. And you told Jihyo where I keep my box—”
“Quite unfair that you told her and not me by the way,” Jihyo interrupts.
“We’ll deal with that later, kitten.” Nayeon waves her off, continuing her task of berating Momo. “Momo, you broke my trust—”
“Unnie, please. I’m sorry.” Momo tears up, resisting weakly against her shackles. “Please.”
Momo looks at Nayeon, then at Jihyo. Her pitiful eyes staring deep into them, tears beginning to roll down her flushed cheeks. She looks pathetic, whining and with her hair and furry ears damp with sweat, looking like a kicked puppy left out in the rain.
Nayeon sighs, “Jihyo? What do you think? Should we forgive her?”
Jihyo nuzzles Momo, cupping her face gently. She might like teasing Momo but she never likes seeing her cry. “We should, unnie. I think she's learned her lesson.” She looks for the keys, finally freeing Momo. “If she promises she won't do it again.”
“I won't. I promise, I won't!”
“See, unnie.” Jihyo kisses Momo’s wrists, trying to soothe the bright red marks from the cuffs. “I’ll make sure she won't break your rules next time..”
“Ah, Jihyo you're no fun. At least try to hold out a bit longer, you give in way too easily.” Nayeon rolls her eyes and shrugs, “But go on then, kitten. Give the puppy what she wants.”
Jihyo takes the harness off of Momo’s hips, tossing it somewhere across the room, retiring the toy for the night. She spares a glance at Momo's needy core, licking her lips in anticipation. She gives what Momo needed: the chance to finally release. Jihyo treats her with her mouth and fingers again, working in and out of Momo’s folds twice as unforgiving as she did earlier.
Momo's pupils are blown, mouth hanging open, knuckles white as it grips the sheets. Jihyo overloads her senses, going faster and faster, until she reaches her release. Momo’s tail halts its wagging, legs tensing, and eyes rolling back as she drips on Nayeon's sheets.
Jihyo doesn't show any signs of stopping, maintaining her pace, sporting a devilish gleam in her eyes.
“Wait! J-jihyo.” Momo grabs her shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscles. “Oh, f-fuck.”
Her second release comes faster, more intense, draining the remaining energy left in her body. Momo falls back down on the bed, legs trembling and chest heaving as she gasps for air, her ears flat on her head in defeat. Jihyo crawls up and takes the space beside her, curling into her side.
Jihyo feels the soreness starting to creep into her limbs, a combination of the tiredness from her workout earlier and now her romp with Momo making her body feel like it's made of lead. She presses closer to Momo, not minding that they're both sweat soaked, seeking for more of her warmth.
Momo wraps an arm around her to pull her closer, giving her a soft kiss on her temple. She lets Momo's hands wander around her naked body, gentle fingers gliding along her peaks and curves, now only with intentions of admiring every inch of her and nothing more. The action is calming and hypnotic, making her eyes grow heavier by the second.
“Hey!” Nayeon reminds them of her presence, their call still ongoing. “I’m still here.”
The women on the bed laugh guiltily, both their tails moving apologetically, “Unnie, we miss you. I wish you were here,” Momo says sweetly.
“I miss you too, puppy.” Nayeon sighs. “But don't worry, it won't be long now.”
“We can't wait to see you tomorrow,” Jihyo says with a yawn, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Ah, yes. You two are going with Jeongie to pick me and Sana up at the airport, right?” The older woman smiles softly, finding Jihyo's yawn contagious. “You should rest now then, Jeongie will surely bite your ears off if you two don't wake up and meet her on time.”
“We really should.” Jihyo agrees, about to end the call.
“But I am hungry though.” Momo suddenly pipes up, patting her bare stomach. “We haven't eaten yet.”
“Doesn't Jihyo count?” Nayeon says with a loud cackle, head thrown back as she laughs at her own lame joke. “You ate her well.”
“Unnie!”
Momo and Jihyo turn red in the face and it makes Nayeon laugh even harder. “I’m joking, darlings. Let me order dinner for you two.”
They bid their goodbyes a little while later, Nayeon opting to sleep immediately since her day had been packed. While Momo and Jihyo finish freshening up just in time for the food Nayeon had bought to arrive.
They eat quickly and in silence, ready to be back to the comforts of their bed, feeding each other a bite or two from their plates. They finish and clean up in a flash, ready to return to the comforts of their bed and drift off to sleep.
They had agreed they'd sleep in Jihyo's room, having left Nayeon's bed a mess and too lazy to clean it up at such an hour. They did promise they'd tidy it up first thing in the morning.
With both types of hunger satiated, they trod to Jihyo's room and collapse on the bed, sleeping as soon as their heads hit the pillow(or in Jihyo's case: when she rests her head on Momo's bicep). Both drifting off into a restful night’s sleep.
Jihyo wakes up grateful that she set nine alarms the day before. She had slept through all of them, but the final one managed to wake Momo, who then in turn woke Jihyo up with frantic wags of her tail and taps on the face.
“Shit,” Jihyo keeps repeating to herself as she rushes Momo into getting ready before Jeongyeon arrives.
They shower together, hurriedly sudsing and rinsing each other off, their fear of getting scolded by Jeongyeon much greater than the urge to indulge themselves into doing another round of fun under the rushing water. They dress in a hurry, randomly pulling clothes from their closet and putting it on, without bothering to check the clothes they got. By the time they heard Jeongyeon’s impatient honks outside, they had just managed to slip on their shoes.
“You two look terrible. Like you got all ready with the help of a tornado.” Jeongyeon laughs when she catches sight of them walking to her car. “Your shirt is on backwards, Momo-yah.”
“We woke up late,” Jihyo tells her while brushing the damp fur of Momo’s ears.
“Oh, I’m sure. I bet you two had a really fun night” Jeongyeon glances at Jihyo through the rearview mirror. “Momo even left you a souvenir.”
Jihyo opens her phone camera to check, spotting a deep purple mark peeking through the strap of her tank top. She whips her head to face Momo, glaring at her. Momo’s response is only a roguish smile and a sly wag of her tail.
“Jihyo! Momo!” Nayeon greets them with a squeal, letting go of her bags and opening her arms wide for a hug.
Momo runs to her first, almost making Nayeon lose her balance when their bodies collide. She wraps the older woman in a bear
Jihyo walks behind her, exchanging a few pleasantries with Sana before pressing a gentle kiss on Nayeon’s cheek.
“Kitten,” Nayeon pulls her off to the sides after Momo had skipped away to chat animatedly with Sana and Jeongyeon. “Isn’t there something that you should tell me?”
Jihyo tilts her head in confusion. “About what, unnie?”
“Disciplining Momo, my ass.” Nayeon scoffs, giving Jihyo a teasing tug on her tail. “You just wanted to fuck Momo on my bed.”
“Hey, I can hit two birds with one stone, unnie.” Jihyo wraps her arms around Nayeon's waist and then kisses her deeply. Her voice turns deeper, more sultry. “I can't wait to do it with you too.”
“Don’t even try to think that you'll be able to get your way with me like you do with Momo, kitten. You have to pay for ruining my pretty sheets first, those were my favorite.”
“And how exactly will I pay for it, unnie?”
“I came across this quaint little shop during my trip and I bought something that I really wanted,” There's an evil gleam in Nayeon's eyes as she whispers to Jihyo. “A pretty little collar and a muzzle with your name on it.”
Jihyo mirrors the look in Nayeon’s eyes, her tail swishing with a mix of fear and anticipation.
It seems like they're all in for another exciting night.