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The final straw for Nayeon was this: She was just twerking on stage, having some fun, when she accidentally backed into Momo. When she realised it was her girlfriend, she excitedly twerked a little harder to seduce the younger girl, knowing that she loved this. But the look on the latter’s face was too memorable to forget. It was of panic, and… disdain?
Nayeon was still fuming when they went backstage. Of course, being a professional, she did not show it. Not immediately. It was all “thank you for the hard work everyone!” and “thank you again for today!”. All tired, gentle smiles for the team and for the staff.
That is, until she got into her room. She dragged a trudging, unsuspecting Momo into her room at the last minute, away from everyone’s attention. She was rough, pinning the younger girl onto the door right as she entered the room, using their weight to push the door close.
“Look at me.” Nayeon gritted through her teeth, seething with rage and want. “Why have you been avoiding me?” She tucked a finger under Momo’s chin, pushing it up roughly so that the girl would meet her gaze. Even so, Momo’s eyes strained from looking away from Nayeon, infuriating her even more.
“I…” Momo stammered, “I didn’t… I am not…”
“Like hell you didn’t.” Nayeon slowly stroked Momo’s face, feeling the younger girl shudder beneath her touch. “Since the second leg of the tour started, you have been pushing me away. No quality time, no attention, no skinship. No sex! And then today. What the hell was that on stage?! Do you know how fucking frustrated I have been?” She drove her fingers into Momo’s chest repeatedly to emphasise each point.
Momo winced, as though anticipating a hit from Nayeon. But when the hit never came, she glanced up warily at her girlfriend. “I…” Momo stuttered even harder, unable to complete a sentence.
Nayeon sighed, noticing her reactions. She withdrew herself, regaining her standing position, her fingers subconsciously drumming against her own thighs as she pondered out loud, “Do you… just not… maybe find me attractive… anymore?” She asked after a moment.
“No!” Momo reacted immediately, resolutely. “No!… Of course not…” Her voice dwindled after the sudden outburst.
Encouraged by her denial, Nayeon reached out again, this time slowly. At first to tug Momo’s waist loops, then to work her way to her favourite spot, gently caressing it through her pants. “Then let me…” She whispered, calming down slightly.
She could feel Momo’s member twitch against her, along with a groan from Momo herself. Satisfied at the response, she decided to drag on the fun, and decided to pull Momo to the bed instead. The moment they reached the bed, she pushed Momo down, climbing up instead on the younger girl, straddling her between her thighs.
She could feel herself already soaked. But after she was…denied any skinship from Momo for so many days, she must have her fun while she’s given access. So instead of stripping, Nayeon lowered herself onto Momo, slowly grinding against the girl, feeling the friction of their jeans building up the tension within them.
A blossoming patch told her that Momo was started to get excited. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” Nayeon breathes out, among Momo’s whimper as she was getting sensitive from the grinding.
“Unnie…” Momo grabs her thighs, her voice clearly straining.
A slap flew against the younger girl’s cheek. Then almost immediately, a caress in the same spot. Momo whined, in pain and pleasure. “Shh,” Nayeon shushes Momo tenderly, her voice soft but her words not, “Good girls hold out, remember? Don’t spoil my fun.”
Instead, she pulls off Momo’s shirt and bra, her eyes glistening as the younger girl’s breasts swung free. “I’ll never,” she buries her face in Momo’s chest, slowly sucking one nipple at the time, “be able to decide which I like more.” Her hands reach out to massage Momo’s cock. “Top or bottom.”
Nayeon looked up unwillingly when she hears a sob, only to find Momo crying. “Unnie… I…”
Then she felt it. “You came.” Her tone cold. “Already.” Taunting, with a flavour of disappointment.
Momo nodded, a blush creeping up her neck in shame. Her hands dropped weakly against the sheets, and she fruitlessly tugged at her jeans.
Nayeon tutted at the mess under her. “Couldn’t hold it in, could you?” She sneered, climbing off Momo and throwing herself beside her. “What did I say about good girls?”
The moment Momo felt the weight of Nayeon off her, however, she hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, locking herself inside. She ran the shower and stripped herself (whatever’s left of her clothes anyway), refusing to look at the mess she made of herself.
It was not until she stepped in the tub where she was able to breathe properly, feeling the water wash away her tension.
Thinking of Nayeon being right outside sent a bout of shudders down her spine. She slumped down into the tub, slowly letting the water slip over her.
Momo hated herself. It was a recent discovery. Ever since… ever since last December. They spent the last day of December together, and like any other date it ended with a fantastic experience on the bed. Except it did not.
Nayeon was taking charge, as she usually did, and it turned her on so quickly. Momo felt the insatiable pleasure that came with being ravaged by her girlfriend, being treated as nothing more than a mere tool. She took everything and more, begging to be directed, begging to be used, begging to be wasted.
Then it happened. Barely seconds into their play, she shot her load. Unexpectedly. It suddenly felt as though the pleasure was too much to handle, and she could not control it.
Of course then she had to placate a pouty Nayeon, who was far from achieving her goals for the night. Momo brushed it off as eagerness, which made sense since they did not spend much time together in December due to their hectic schedules.
But it happened again. And again. On tour. It was too much, too fast, and way too embarrassing for Momo. She prided herself a good steed, but now she’s like an old car - spluttering in seconds. She was able to hide it from Nayeon, because she manages to get her cock hard again pretty quick. But even then, the monumental effort she puts in to hold back, only to suddenly lose control, was too hard on her.
Sex then started to be a burden for her. Nayeon’s drive was too much for her sensitive member. Momo found herself pulling away, avoiding her girlfriend just to avoid talking about this.
But she has to face it now. Her hand bundled up in a fist, as she pulled herself out from underwater. She’ll probably break up with me because I’m useless, Momo thinks to herself, sighing at her own inadequacy.
It must be a long bath she took, because by the time she got out of the bath, Nayeon had fallen asleep.
The older girl had swopped her clothes with the hotel’s bathrobe, evidently preparing for something hotter in their second round. But all the waiting for the tired girl had lulled her into slumber, right on top on the sheets.
As Momo stepped out of the bathroom decked in a similar robe of her own, the sight of her girlfriend (peeking out from the robe) sent a tingle to her own cock. Fuck. Beetroot red again, she decided the talk had to be postponed to another day.
She quickly wrapped the robe tighter around herself, picking up the rest of her clothes to bring back to her own room.
“Where are you going.” Nayeon’s voice cut through her thoughts. She must have been awoken by Momo’s movements.
“I…” Momo froze, suddenly unsure of whether to leave or to stay.
“Well, that says to stay.” Nayeon pointed at her boner. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Momo sighed, mind decided. “I… don’t feel up to it.” She turned around to Nayeon.
“Oh. Oh, okay.” Nayeon looked away, visibly dejected.
“No! No.. no.” Momo dropped her clothes and ran to the bed. “Unnie.. its not that I don’t want to sleep with you.” Nayeon looked up again.
Momo reached her hands out to hold Nayeon’s in hers, gently stroking the back of her hands. “I… can’t.” Momo mumbled.
“Can’t?” Nayeon tried to pull away but Momo’s grip was firm.
“Can’t.” Momo sighed again. “I can’t seem to control myself… when I’m… excited by you.”
“But that’s great right? We have great sex all the time, you love to be controlled by me.”
“I do!! But its just… I can’t. I can’t be controlled by you anymore. I don’t know why.” She wrapped her hands around her head.
“You can’t be controlled by me anymore.” Nayeon repeated, unsure of what Momo meant. But her girlfriend was evidently distraught by this confession, so she pulled Momo closer to herself, embracing the younger girl, running her arms in comfort down her back.
“I can’t… Even now.” Momo shuffled a little, and Nayeon could understand what she meant. She had blown another load just being embraced by Nayeon.
“That’s fine, Momo-ya.” Nayeon shushed her, all thoughts of sex relegated to the back of her head. She pulled the younger girl closer. “We can just clean it up later. Why not we just cuddle today.” Her voice was warm, soothing.
It seemed to work, because apart from a few sniffles, she could feel Momo leaning closer into her embrace, her breathing calming down slowly.
They fell asleep that night just in that position, with Momo snuggling into Nayeon’s protective embrace, all embarrassing thoughts forgotten.
Momo awoke the next morning to an empty bed, and she panicked for a moment before the events of the day before came back to her.
“Oh, Momo-ya, you’re awake?” Nayeon stepped out of the bathroom to a frozen Momo on the bed. “I only managed to wipe some of you clean, but I think we both need a shower after yesterday.” She commented casually, looking away. “Well, bathroom’s yours, I’m done.”
Sure enough, Momo looked down and she was visibly clean. And also very much hard from her morning wood. No wonder Nayeon looked away.
“Th… thanks Unnie,” Momo stammered, trying to cover as much as possible while she dodged Nayeon on the way to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she quickly hopped into the bathtub and stood under the shower, waiting for the calm to settle. But her earnest prayers were blown away by Nayeon’s throat clearing at the bathroom door.
“Momo-ya…” Nayeon whispered, her brand of gentleness when she is trying to calm Momo down.
“I was thinking…” She peeked her head in after not hearing any protest from within, “why not we make it about you instead,” Nayeon took a couple of steps and tentatively entered the bathtub. “Don’t try to control anything.”
She knelt down in front of Momo, and the younger girl knew immediately what she was offering. “Fuck me, Momo, your way.” She could hear Nayeon’s voice, distant because of the blood pounding in her ears.
Hesitantly, she edged forward, until Nayeon’s lips brushed against her hanging cock. Surprisingly, the contact was pleasurable, but do anything to her. She moved a little closer, and Nayeon willingly parted her lips to accept her cock. Nothing still, although her cock was excited and fully hard now.
She started pushing further, and slowly pulling out. Sure enough, it was manageable pleasure. Something she felt in control of. Momo’s hands tightened against Nayeon’s hair, as the first few strokes gave her the confidence to continue. “Unng.” She wasn’t sure what Nayeon was trying to say, but she could feel herself close now. “Soon, Unnie.”
And when Nayeon moaned against her cock, she could feel her cock reacting at last, filling the older girl’s mouth with her cream.
Momo panted as she emptied herself into Nayeon, drawn but satisfied. “Unnie…” She looked down at Nayeon, who was tired but smiling back at her. “I can do it now.”
Thankfully it was a rest day for them, because the rest of the day passed in a blur.
“Take it, Unnie,” Momo grunted, as she pushed her cock into Nayeon for the last time that day, only to lock eyes with the love of her life to hear her say:
“That’s my good girl.” And Momo offloaded into Nayeon, as they climaxed together and in enjoyment.