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Focus.

When you said it like that, it always sounded like an easy thing to do. You just had to gather your stuff, settle down to a comfortable desk, grab some notes and go over the same things until your stupid, slow working brain memorized everything. Well, that was what Nayeon kept telling Jihyo.

For Jihyo, it felt like a modernized way of torturing someone. How could someone, anyone sit on the same uncomfortable seat for three hours without even feeling the need to pee? Jeongyeon did it easily, Nayeon somehow managed just to come off a little smarter. And Jihyo… All Jihyo wanted to do for three consecutive hours was to slap them on the face. Why would she ever agree to do this in the first place?

She wasn't aiming for an A+, duh, but she really needed to pass this class to graduate. For that, she could just flirt her way out of this situation, or stuff in some key information in her stockings last minute to cheat gracefully. But here she was, sitting between her best friend and her crush just because they were too nervous to have a study date alone. At the library. Where you didn't even get to speak. A fucking date.

They would have to get Jihyo a fucking library card beforehand–which she would probably never use again–and make her waste twenty minutes looking for her Apple pencil under the huge pile of clothes at her dorm. It felt like premeditated murder, these two slowly killing Jihyo's will of living by making her study. It was just diabolical.

She couldn’t believe how easy it was for Nayeon to adapt either. No, she couldn’t even recognize her. Her partner in crime, whom you would never see attending any class, the person who was always present by her side at every party in the campus was now passionately studying? There was no way love could change someone so much so quickly. She would even become friends with the librarian just because Jeongyeon was the summa cum laude. It was just ridiculous.

Hah. Jihyo thought she would never, ever let this happen to herself.

But today, it felt like life had chosen a very interesting way of proving her wrong. Because that one librarian, who stared at Jihyo a little too long–two seconds, to be exact–would be the reason she would choose to stay that day instead of finding a way to escape. 

Hello, handsome.

It was the best word to describe the beauty that stood in front of her. A beauty that smashed the gender construct, one that sent a shiver down your spine because how effortless it appeared. Wearing a tight gray sweater vest with a tank top inside, pants just a shade darker, fit complete with some chelsea boots. Her specs confidently sat on the tip of her nose, as if she refused to push them back. Jihyo had to fight with the urge to reach and do it herself. Ms. Hirai. The tag on her chest said, but Nayeon was surely advanced enough to call her Momo unnie.

Thinking of that name as she sat down, imagining how her deep voice filled her ears made her jelly in her place. Nayeon would have to punch her on the shoulder at least twenty times because how long she kept staring, but it didn’t really change anything. Jeongyeon would offer to move upstairs, but Jihyo was a little too passionate about staying here where she could perfectly see the librarian's desk. Her excuse? Eye candy. Nothing else.

But that eye candy was making her press her thighs together every time the woman leaned in to put a returned book into a cart, flexing her perfect wide shoulders and arm muscles. Her brain wasn't processing anything but to be held by those arms and being fu– “She definitely thinks you are a pervert by now, Park Jihyo.”

Yeah, so there was that. These two idiots who couldn't even manage to go on a date alone, interrupting her staring session instead of being grateful, just because she squirmed in her place and spoke so much. What else could she do? The brown micro skirt she put on would always work if she sat right, but this woman wasn't even looking at her way.

Feeling needy and neglected, all she could try was breaking the number one rule of a library and getting a shush in return. Not that it was working, but god, even the thought was turning her on.

She wasn't always like this, at least not when she didn't want to eat someone to the bone. She'd always been well taken care of, never once struggled with getting the girl she wants.

They were long standing campus legends by now, who wouldn't skip a single gathering as if their lives depended on it. It required socializing, and socializing brought enough people to hit it off. But since Nayeon seemed to be retiring, she would have to find her own way as she walked with her stupid best friend down this path. Until their finals come to an end.

It's ride or die, they have always said. But Jihyo had no plans of quitting riding even if she got stuck in a library for two weeks. Sorry, Nayeon.

Jihyo was loud by nature, every word of her echoing loud and harsh off the library walls. The death silence was interrupted by this party animal who didn't belong there every now and then. She giggled, she coughed like a kid, she flipped her pen and dropped it a lot. It was easy to say that she was used to speaking over the chatters and music, not the quiet paper sounds. 

Ugh, Jeongyeon already didn't like her because she thought Jihyo was the one to blame for Nayeon’s bad reputation–which was totally delusional–but after today, she would definitely start hating her. Park Jihyo: nothing but a distraction, too hot to be handled by anyone at this point.

Even the way she tapped on her iPad's screen was louder than it was supposed to be, making Nayeon give her dead stares every time she reached for her pen. Jeongyeon would sigh at the way she pulls her skirt up when Momo comes near the shelf in front of them, replacing a returned book. Until she finally, painfully got what she'd been itching for.

Jihyo was just laughing at the way Nayeon stared at Jeongyeon, so focused and so in love in the younger's words. But that loud, melodic laugh wasn't the thing that gained Momo's attention. What startled her was Nayeon kicking Jihyo's bare leg under the table, and making her moan.

Even the paper sounds went silent when Jihyo let out that obscene sound on purpose. Of course, it was calculated. If her laughter wasn't enough to get her pretty ass kicked out of here, her moan certainly should have been. At that moment, all the heads would turn her way; and no, Momo wasn't able to ignore it this time around.

“Fucking slut, what are you doing?” Nayeon whispered between her teeth, but all Jihyo cared about was the librarian's reaction. She was standing in front of a big shelf, looking for something until the sound interrupted her and she looked back above her shoulder.

She was mad.

Hirai Momo calmly put the book she held back on the rack, and mouthed something Jihyo couldn’t really understand. It felt like a curse, though. Worse than Nayeon’s, well deserved considering how Jihyo would waste her patience in such a short time. But even after all that, the only thing Momo would give her was a big shush.

Jihyo thought it would be enough, enough to make the librarian perceive her now. But Momo would go back to whatever she was doing in full focus, and never look at her way again on that day.

It could just be a one day thing, Jihyo reassured herself. Maybe it was a bad day, maybe she didn’t look like Momo's type with that skirt, maybe she wasn't annoying enough to be warned, maybe, maybe, maybe…

So to erase those maybes, she tried everything on her sleeve to get Momo's attention on week one. She put on an oversized hoodie one day, the tiniest shorts she could’ve found the other. Put her hair in a ponytail on a Wednesday, let her curly locks fall down her shoulders as they closed the week. She kept her mouth completely shut for one hour straight, just to talk Nayeon's head off for two hours. But it wasn’t really getting anywhere, at least not at the speed she was used to. She was getting some warnings here and there, even some threats of being kicked out… But a stare longer than two seconds? Not really. 

Plan A. On week one, she used every outfit combination she could’ve found, yet the only positive thing she could receive was a welcome nod by Momo; which she gave to everyone else. It wasn’t special. She was trying her very best to show interest, leaving some heart shaped post-its between the shelves even, but for what? Just to be brutally ignored like that? 

“You have to focus, but it seems like you're doing everything else.” Jeongyeon would start scolding her after three days. She still didn't trust Jihyo enough, but they were slowly getting used to each other. At least Jihyo's intense bias over their librarian didn’t seem like the end of the world anymore. She just didn't get it, which was fine. Nayeon called it successful bonding.

“I am focused,” Jihyo said on day four, tapping the tip of her pen on the old, scratched wooden table. Her eyes were locked into her target, Momo, who was reading a thick Greek Mythology book with the softest expression on her face. She looked ridiculously cute in her baby blue shirt.

“Yeah,” Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, trying to keep her tone as low as possible. Nayeon was too busy trying to solve the test in front of her. “on an entirely different topic.” 

“But Jeongyeon-ah, my scenery is so beautiful.” Jihyo rested her chin on her palm, licking her lips at the way Momo pushed her glasses back. That first sentence, they were used to hearing it by now, but when she let out the second one, Nayeon didn't hesitate a second landing a heavy punch on her shoulder: “It makes me wet.”

Jeongyeon just scrunched her nose, trying not to picture anything Jihyo says like she’d been doing for the last couple days. Nayeon would quietly curse before hitting Jihyo again, “You are disgusting.”

She didn’t get why her friends were so mad anyway, besides, this woman was helping her become a better version of herself. She would make her skip the last two parties on campus and stay at the library to study instead. Well, she wouldn't study. Her Pomodoro technique worked more like thirty minutes of staring at her, and five minute breaks to study, just to seem more nonchalant. And despite that not being quite ideal, it was an improvement for sure. Maybe she could get used to this?

Until week two, she was painfully ditched. What the hell.

Their finals were about to start, the number of parties Jihyo would miss were now four. However, just when she was getting used to this, Nayeon and Jeongyeon would suddenly decide that changing the location to one of their dorms could work better now. Bullshit.

Jihyo was wise enough to get that they were finally fucking, and she was the only one who's left alone and untouched just because Nayeon decided to become a pretentious nerd. For a week. Just one.

Which meant… freedom. Technically. She could’ve stopped going to the library now, throw her notes to the side and slide into the nice student's DMs with an offer good enough to help her get some tips. Yet, she just couldn’t handle defeat. Wasn't she good enough? For sure it couldn't be that.

After some point, it would stop being a cute little hunt and actually become a serious topic for Jihyo. She could easily go and make the first move, but after being ignored for so long she just wanted Momo to do so. Was it so hard to say just a little ‘hi’ to a pretty woman? A ‘hi’ would be enough for Jihyo to go all in, but it just wouldn't come.

“Is she taken?” She would think of asking Nayeon after a week, when they were laying on her dorm bed, sharing a bottle of wine. The older girl would just giggle and hit her arm, showing every type of support she wouldn’t when Jeongyeon was by their side. “As if it ever stopped you!”

Right. She had a point. So it was game on.

Plan B. She saved the date. It was a warm day, right before the finals week. Instead of her iPad, Jihyo grabbed two notebooks and a pink pen with a feather on top before finding herself right in front of her handsome crush at the reception desk. It was the lunch break, yet this pretty nerd was too into her book to taka some time off and have her meal. Perfect.

Jihyo could volunteer as a snack.

Momo was too busy to even look up, just extending a hand to take the book that didn't even exist. “Hello, Miss Hirai,” Jihyo chirped, holding onto the notebooks in her arms even tighter. She hated how this woman made her nervous like an amateur. “I need your help… with something.”

I need you to fuck me.

“Yeah?” Momo's body stiffened after she realized it was Jihyo, and her eyes on the book lost its focus for a second, still, it wasn’t enough to make her look up. Good, Jihyo thought. At least she had an effect on her, whether it was negative or not. “What's it?”

“I need help finding this book,” She threw her long hair back, showing off the pink, revealing top she wore. It was Nayeon's, a little tight for her, but her friend was insisting on how this was the one that made Jeongyeon fall for her. Whatever.

Momo didn't even look at her anyway. She was going to think this godly blessing was straight if it wasn't for her nicely trimmed nails and the carabiner she carried all the time. And that gay face? No man really deserved that.

“I don't remember the name of it, I only know the section… I think.” The thing was, she didn’t know shit. Except that Momo looked so delicious today with her messy hair and black shirt, a long, silver chain getting lost between the valley of her breasts. Jihyo wanted to pull her from that chain and kiss her breathless.

“Did you check the section?” Momo sighed loudly as she slowly stood up as if she knew why Jihyo was here, finally giving the young girl a short stare. Jihyo almost let out a big ‘yes’ when she caught Momo gulping. Fucking finally. Nayeon’s butch bait bodysuit: one, Hirai Momo: zero.

“It's going to take us a long time if you don't specify your search.” Well, that was the point! Jihyo was confident, she only needed half an hour between the shelves to find herself bent down and fucked stupid on a random desk, in front of everyone. More so, she was certain.

“What's the topic again?” Momo asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer before starting to walk as if she knew. Jihyo had to run on her heels to catch up with her fast pace. She would have to throw her notebooks and pen to the first desk she saw and cause a hassle.

“Was it a long one, a short one? Do you remember the cover, at least?”

“Sex education,” Jihyo said playfully, but she wasn't expecting Momo to stop all of a sudden. She would crash on her back, which forced her to stop as a gasp fell from her lips. “The length… depends.”

“What do you mean by ‘depends’?” Momo turned to her, looking right into her eyes with a frown before she grabbed the younger girl by the shoulder, just to gently push her out of her way. Jihyo's mouth parted slightly as she forgot everything she'd planned, staring up at Momo dumbly.

It was a nice reminder. This mind shutting beauty was the reason why she'd been so stubborn from the beginning. She genuinely didn't remember a time where she needed someone so much. Maybe in high school?

Momo didn't wait for her answer, passing by and walking towards the ‘sex education’ section, rolling up her sleeves just to look for a book that didn't even exist. “Do you remember its color, at least?” The color of a nonexistent book, sure.

“A beautiful brown,” she suddenly made up, before turning it into the wisest yet corniest pick-up line she ever could. “Like your eyes. But yours are definitely more captivating.” Of course she would get ignored once again.

Momo huffed, slowly kneeling down, tracing the binds of the books with the tip of her fingers like they were something fragile. It seemed like she'd known all the books and their placements like the back of her hand by now. Jihyo watched her with her heart beating in her throat, affectionately. Was it too obvious that she wasn't actually looking for a book?

“Here,” The librarian snapped her fingers after finding whatever she's been looking for, handing it to Jihyo: Safe Sex: 101 “I highly recommend it.”

Jihyo's laughter filled the library, suppressing Momo's shush, but she would quiet down after seeing the librarian's angry face. “You are the worst nightmare a librarian could ever have,” 

Momo stood up, finally snapping, closing the gap between them. She was whispering now as they were loud enough to disturb people before –people who were actually here to study. The Korean thought her face was even prettier up close.

“Did you know that? It's impossible to get you under control, isn't it?”

It actually wasn't, Momo just didn't know how to do it. A small shush wouldn't go a long way. But if she grabbed her tight by the root of her hair and whispered ‘bark’ in Jihyo's ear; she would do so. It was all about the technique.

“My my,” Jihyo giggled once again, reaching for the librarian's shoulder, shaking off some nonexistent dust. “Turns out you're not just hot but funny too.” Their bodies were too close now, chests almost touching each other. They could feel the heat radiating from each other’s skin if they focused enough. Just focus. Right.

“You could've kicked me out,” Jihyo said, raising the book on their chest level to use it like a separator. Because she wasn't quite ready for the horny mess she'd become if they touched even a little. “You didn't want to.”

“I asked you to.” Momo raised her eyebrows, she was breathing slowly as if she didn’t want to give into the younger girl's intoxicating perfume, creating a pure aphrodisiac effect. “You didn't want to.” Jihyo repeated, slowly hitting the book over the librarian's chest. 

“No, Jihyo,” Momo's whisper felt like she was using the last bit of her patience this time. “Besides, I have asked you a million times to leave. You just don't listen.”

Jihyo.

She didn’t care about the rest of those words, not at all. All she could think of was how Momo cared enough to learn her name. To say it, in the sexiest tone ever, like she was the only one. So her dearest librarian was not just throwing that library card aside like Jihyo thought she was. And that delusion was enough to fuel the younger girl's hunger.

“Say it again,” She whispered, letting the book between them drop over their feet. “My name, say it again.”

Momo scoffed, rolling her eyes when she felt the girl's hand intertwining with hers on her side, but she didn’t pull back. Her hand was small and warm and soft and... she just smelled so good to push back. “I didn't know you cared enough to know my name.”

“I know everyone who steps a foot in here, Park Jihyo,” That slow caress on the back of her hand was gently melting her now, sending waves of pleasure right through her core. She knew Jihyo wasn’t someone she could just shake off, but apparently she wasn't planning to give in so easily either. Her nervous stance was telling enough, so to cover it up, she played her very last you're not special card. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

“Not at all,” Jihyo purred, finally closing the gap between them and pressing their chests together. It felt like a jolt of electricity hit them both, letting out the tension of a whole week. “You look very wise,” She kept going with the most suggestive tone ever, making Momo gulp once again. Seriously, how could anyone even use that tone out of bed?

“All those books you read,” She caressed her fingers one by one now, as if she wanted to imply something further. “So long…” Were they seriously talking about books now? She wasn't sure about that. Her mouth opened in shock, but she couldn’t really say anything. She was trying to process all the deranged words Jihyo lets out every time that pretty, glossed, plump lips get parted… Fuck. 

Jihyo felt like she could see her mood shift in real time, the way she sneaked into her blood system, taking over her completely. She would be lying if she didn’t think those bony hands intertwined with hers were giving her some kind of power. To hold someone so cold so close to you, where you can simply lean in and kiss them, was the most empowering thing ever.

Especially after spending a whole week doing nothing but to study–if you could call that studying–and miss out on campus drama just to get there. She felt ecstatic.

Jihyo had always been greedy, but for a second, she felt like just a kiss from Momo would be enough to save the day. It was a rare thought, one that her biggest loves would fail to give. The thought of having those soft, pale lips over hers was so weakening by itself, it was almost embarrassing. She tried to ignore it. But before their lips connected, she felt the older woman gently unlink their fingers, and took that hand to grant Jihyo's dirtiest, biggest wish.

She touched her. It was a factory reset.

Jihyo's eyes grew in shock when the cold fingers ended up under her skirt, slowly caressing her inner thigh before landing on the wet spot of her underwear. She didn’t even remember what it would take for her to get so wet like this. “Jesus Christ,” Momo whispered, face still resting as if her fingers weren't rubbing over a pretty girl's lace underwear. “You could've just asked.” 

I asked for this, Jihyo reassured herself to stay still on her legs, to not faint with excitement. I wanted it, I got it, nothing new. Get your shit together. But it wasn’t really working considering how she was already feeling on the edge. Knowing that they were in public, open to be perceived by a random student anytime didn't help her either. 

Jihyo's mouth parted, she really wanted to say something, but it was just a gasp that was later muffled under the librarian's lips. Her eyes closed into the kiss as she allowed her tongue, the lingering taste of coffee in her mouth getting her more alarmed than no amount of caffeine could do.

The hand over her underwear snaked in gently, the kiss making them move until Jihyo's back hit the bookshelf. Over the sex education section, to be exact.

“Unnie–” Weakly left Jihyo's lips the moment their lips parted, feeling the tip of the Japanese's fingers over her entrance, spreading her gush all over her cunt. “Oh, god.”

“You piss me off so much, Jihyo,” Momo said with the same, still face. “I should've just banned you from here.” Even that passionate kiss wasn't really enough to soften her resting bitch face, not enough to give Jihyo the smile she'd been looking for, for so long. It felt like she didn’t really care, and somehow it felt hotter than the case she would. Jihyo and her obsession with getting the mission impossible.

“But who am I to say 'no' to a pretty slut, huh?”

That moment made Jihyo take all of her words back about the technique. Momo knew better than anyone else to make Jihyo do it, turning her into putty under her hands. And unlike she thought, she didn’t really have to grab her tight by the root of her hair and whisper ‘bark’ in Jihyo's ear. Hiding behind that mythology book and glasses, she for sure had some godly ways to get the campus’ princess whimpering for her between the library shelves. 

It was crazy how the tables had turned, the one who always had everyone wrapped around her finger was now melting over just two digits over her cunt.

Momo didn't lose any time pushing those fingers inside her, gasping over the Korean's lips when she felt zero resistance. She was knuckles deep, wrapped around the young girl's tight, burning walls like it was molded for her fingers. She was dripping.

“Are you always like this?” Momo whispered, pressing a kiss on Jihyo's cheek as she curled her fingers to the spot. “Walking around like a dripping mess?”

“For you,” Jihyo whimpered, trying not to give into just a couple thrusts so easily like that. But Momo's thumb was over her clit, drawing delicious circles as she fucked her slowly. Usually, she hated it, hated how intense it felt when someone used her slowly. But for once, she was so pent up that it didn't really matter; it was pushing her closer to the edge every time Momo hit deeper, savoring the movement. So when they sped up just enough, she couldn’t control the moan escaping her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, there–”

“Siren,” Momo whispered after shutting Jihyo's mouth close with her palm, a faint smile appearing on her face after hearing her voice. That face was so pretty to ignore, so easy to give into. Jihyo thought she could finish herself off by looking into those deep, dark eyes only. Feeling her inside was just spoiling.

“I was reading about them when you first caught my attention, moaning like that.”

Jihyo cried, head falling back as her legs started losing its strength. How could she stand still when the only thing that stood between them was Momo's absurd mythological metaphor?

“Are you serious?” She growled, the pressure building in her abdomen was starting to get her dizzy. She heard bells ringing in her ears, eyes rolled back as the Japanese fucked her harder, enough to make lewd noises that didn't belong in that dead quiet library.

“Yeah, and I thought you must be one,” Momo bit down her jawline, keeping her steady with her free hand as she realized the younger girl was losing her balance. “You could indeed be the death of me like one. What if they see us like this?”

Jihyo did not care. Just like no one gave a fuck about the Safe Sex book that now laid next to their feet. Nothing about this was safe. She couldn’t focus on any of that mythological bullshit Momo was dumping all over her either, not when she was stretched by two fingers.

Dangerous creations, the dangerous side of female allure; who lured sailors to destruction by the sweetness of her song… Whatever. Fucking nerd.

Yet after a while, she couldn’t deny; being praised like that in such a unique way still turned her on so much. 

“What are you talking about–” Jihyo said, just out of self respect. “Yes, gonna come!” Please, keep talking. Her voice was so deep, so smooth when she talked her bullshit like that, Jihyo thought she could listen to her everyday and get turned on just by that.

Who was she fooling? Everything about her was enchanting to her at this point. Not because Momo was some kind of Greek Goddess, but she was, to her.

And when she almost got there, hips jerked forward just once as her mouth fell slack, ready to moan; that–so to say–goddess would pull back. Jihyo didn’t remember another time where she felt so out of her mind, so undone, ready to snap any second. “Unnie–” A mixture of a cry and gasp left her lips, but it was interrupted again with two fingers landing over her tongue, making her suck on her own musky taste. This couldn’t be all, right? Jihyo thought this had to be a joke.

“Shhh,” Momo shushed her as she locked their gazes together, wiping the tear that trailed down the Korean's cheek with her free hand. Jihyo sucked her fingers out of instinct, hoping that behaving could bring her neglected cunt some sort of relief.

“It's a library, young lady, please keep quiet.”

Jihyo held onto the bookshelf on her back when the librarian completely let her go, watching her walk away as she picked up the book on the floor and wiped her wet fingers clean on her pants like nothing had happened. She wouldn’t look back once, not that she needed to. She knew what a mess she had left behind very well. A mess that was now furious, panting heavily –but instead of oxygen she felt like breathing fire.

The confusion hit her next, not because she's never been left undone before–she'd faked enough orgasms to know what it felt like–but this was just unexpected.

Clearly, you were expecting for a fiery closing act after trying so hard; not for a hot and skilled lesbian to leave you throbbing like a wet puppy. If she didn’t like the way those damn fingers felt inside, maybe she wouldn’t feel the need to go and scream Momo's ears off.

Now, she thought a strong ‘How dare you?’ could work. Enough to get people's attention and maybe to get Momo fired. How fucking dare you? Who even are you? Do you know who I am? How could you leave me hanging like that?

Instead, she fixed her appearance as well as she could and walked back to where they started; just to see Momo gone. Her desk was empty, there was no one else substituting, and the only thing left from her was the Sex Education book, placed neatly as if she wanted the Korean to take it. She stomped, making the little sound echo in the mostly empty library. 

It wasn’t funny anymore, because Jihyo really, really wanted to choke her.

“I'm going to kill her,” Jihyo found herself in the green area of the campus, screaming at Nayeon even though she wanted her to be Momo so badly. Her best friend would close Jeongyeon's ears instead of herself. “I just can't decide if I want to hit her stupid head with a book or kiss her to death.”

“Lower your decibels, explain calmly,” Jeongyeon said, not looking up, focused on braiding Nayeon's hair for the third time since she had arrived. They were splayed on the grass with some snacks by their side, but Jihyo didn’t have enough comfort to even put her ass flat on the floor. She would have to sacrifice her underwear on the way, so it wasn’t really an option anyway.

“Why?” Jihyo skipped Jeongyeon's demand, walking back and forth in front of the couple, not caring about the wandering eyes on her. She still felt the cold sweat on her back, and the warmth of her cheeks. She oozed afterglow, except there was something off. She was stuck between feeling good–because Momo wasn't really a stranger anymore–and devastated because of the sexual need her own fingers wouldn't be able to feed.

Who pissed thee Park Jihyo off like that? Yeah, that must've been the question. This young woman would always bring sunshine and rainbows to every occasion, and you would rarely see her sulking unless she had to deal with a school related topic. So the question was actually fitting. “Why would she do that? Don't I look good today, Jeongyeon-ah?”

“You look like a legit snack in that top, honey, there's no one in the world who could say no to that cherry pattern on it, see?” Nayeon answered instead of Jeongyeon, pointing at her–soon to be–partner with her thumb. She then handed Jihyo a pack of trail mix. “You look pale, was it that bad?”

“Bad?” Jihyo said before popping an almond in her mouth. “It was the best thing ever, unnie. My underwear is in a trash can back there. She just… didn’t let me finish.” That confession made both of the girls react differently. Jeongyeon would grimace whilst Nayeon gasped in terror, like it was the scariest story she'd ever heard.

“Kill her,” Nayeon suddenly agreed, receiving a soft slap on her shoulder from the girl behind her. She made a desperate attempt to take her words back, but no one really cared. “I mean don't kill her, obviously.”

“What do I even do?” Jihyo whined, filling both of her cheeks with snacks. Nayeon laughed at her so loudly that even the ones who weren't staring at them were interested in their drama now. “You know I have a short temper,” Jihyo pouted, ready to cry fake tears any second. “Everybody knows I have a short temper.” 

She wasn't exactly wrong, that was why all of her relationships had started in a blink of an eye and ended as rapidly. She hated that phase where you're supposed to get to know each other, hated every night you didn't even get to kiss, hated edging.

If Momo gave her that orgasm right then and there, she probably wouldn't visit that library ever again. But this push and pull was making her wonder more about her, worse, she was starting to want not just the sex but this mysterious woman who had the patience of a saint. She wanted to actually sit and listen to more of those stupid mythological facts like it mattered. And she hated it with all her being.

“Whatever you do, just don't drunk call your ex tonight,” Nayeon sing-songed before they lost her to a notification on her phone. It felt like her best friend was taking this little edging as rejection, but they needed to deal with that problem alone, where they had some alcohol and privacy. “Give her some time, enjoy the ride, baby.”

Jeongyeon seemed to be thinking about what Jihyo said for a while, couldn't move on easily like Nayeon did. “She seems to like being in control,” She suddenly mumbled, almost talking to herself. Those words made Jihyo freeze in her heels.

Wow. This wisdom kind of explained her academic success, and Nayeon's unending hunger for her. “You should give her some.”

“Oh my god,” Jihyo gasped, her brain suddenly unlocking plan C instead of switching to depression mode. If Momo wanted to play a game, it was time to remind her that a game was for two. “You just gave me the best idea ever.”

“Whatever you're thinking, it's probably far from what I meant, Jihyo-ssi,” Jeongyeon grunted, trying to escape from Nayeon's kisses on her neck. “Just– let me focus, ugh. Jihyo, please don't do something stupid.”

Of course, when would she even do anything stupid? Jihyo would never. She had to completely ignore the fact that Jeongyeon probably meant ‘take a step back.’

“Love you too, Jeongyeon-ah–” She bent over quickly, pressing a short kiss over the older girl's cheek before running away from them, back to her dorm. She needed to dig into some drawers and buy a pack of batteries, just in case.

She looked behind her shoulder as she walked, and shouted, making sure the whole campus heard it: “Im Nayeon, you should marry her!”

Plan C, it was. It started off with Jihyo resetting her mind, acting like she'd never had Momo's skilled fingers inside her– at least she was working on it. Next day, after drunk crying over this situation two times on Nayeon’s shoulder, she was ready to act on it again. She made it to the almost empty library during lunch time with a skirt shorter than the last, and a dream. 

The weather was too nice to be stuck in that clammy library, but their dear librarian seemed to prefer getting lost between those shelves over a hint of sun and fresh air. The Korean found her with a cart full of books next to her, in the very corner of the hall. There was just a sophomore sitting two tables away, but other than that, the area was empty.

She was wearing a black tank top, showing off a dainty shoulder tattoo Jihyo hadn't seen before. There was a lollipop in her mouth, probably warding off the need of a cigarette. Just imagining sharing a blower with her sent a shiver down her spine. Her carabiner was present over her crinkled jeans, carrying a baseball cap this time. 

Jihyo's first instinct was to move quickly, pull that lollipop out of her lips and pop it into her own mouth before Momo could even claim her presence. Peach-Mango. Not her favorite, but she could deal with it.

“Good afternoon, the best librarian in Korea,” She said with her mouth full, happy to catch the older woman off guard. Good job, Jihyo, just act like nothing has happened.

The librarian pulled herself together faster than expected, and licked the sweet taste off her lips before mumbling: “Shut up and help me.” So Jihyo would. She was handed a big batch of books, struggling to balance herself after realizing how heavy they are.

“Oh shit,” she whispered, handing Momo one of those books with a shaky hand as she tried to carry the batch with the other. “These are heavy, unnie. Couldn’t you just pick them up from the cart?” Of course she could, yet she didn't want to.

The thing about Jihyo was crystal clear: She didn’t know how to give up. Momo was testing her patience, testing her strength and apparently all those days she slacked off the gym, but there was no use. There could be a hundred books stacked on top of her head and this girl would manage to carry them princess style if it meant to get Momo's trust in the end.

They spent fifteen minutes barely talking, more like Jihyo trying to start a small talk but getting turned down by Momo's cold answers, until there was only a small stack of bound books left in the young girl's arms.

She cleared her throat, fully aware that this could be her last shot for today. “Momo unnie,” She mumbled sweetly, warming up the scene. “You said you can't keep me under control, right?”

That question surprisingly made the librarian look back at her with an unreadable expression on her face. It felt like she wasn't bothered by a stupid question from Jihyo for the first time, she seemed rather curious because of how open-ended it was.

“Ah, about that,” Momo turned back to the shelf with a frown. “I stand by it.”

She removed three anthologies from the same rack she was trying to reorganize and dropped them in Jihyo's arms without a warning. Those stupid books did not look so hard to lift when Momo did it, Jihyo thought, stumbling on her heels, “Jesus Christ, enough of this, ugh–” She bent over and dropped those books back into the cart with a grunt, enough was enough. 

“I brought you something.”

Momo didn't scold her for giving up, nor kicked her out for not helping anymore. The corner of her lips curved up slightly like she enjoyed torturing the young girl. This wasn’t exactly a preferred way of torture for Jihyo, though, so she reached for her denim skirt's pocket and pulled out the small device. This could be the only torture she liked. 

“Here, are you familiar with it?” She raised the pink controller on her face level, waving it slightly to get some attention. Momo's eyes grew in shock after realizing what it actually was, and Jihyo could swear that she saw a hint of blush on her cheeks. “I'm wearing it.”

“Get that thing away from my face, Park Jihyo,” Momo said between her teeth, trying to focus back on the books. She was miserably failing, confusing the order of them and dropping some on the floor like they were made of fire. Jihyo smiled in victory, because she knew this would happen. She'd lived through every scene in her head, trying to figure out the best solutions to every problem Momo could have caused.

While they were on it; Nayeon swore she would ace every single one of her classes if she put the same effort into them, and Jihyo just giggled as she plugged in the charger of the device. There was no way out.

“Fine,” Jihyo said, so sure of herself. “I'll give it to someone else then. How about this girl–”

Everything else happened at light speed.

“Don't you–” Momo suddenly quit the books and grabbed her by the wrist, trapping the vibrator's controller between their faces. Oh. She was mad. It wasn’t exactly the reaction Jihyo was expecting, but it felt even better. Her smile grew even wider.

“Are you jealous now?” Jihyo raised her eyebrows, trying to get rid of Momo's grip but it was too tight that she felt a faint ache around her wrist. “It hurts,” She said, the playful smile on her face still present. “Unnie–”

The librarian didn’t answer her question, didn't say sorry, she just snatched the controller from her hands and turned back to her books as she mumbled: “Go, sit.”

Jihyo thought she'd cummed right then and there with anticipation. It wasn’t like Momo had done anything with that controller, not yet. But this was yet another goal reached, enough to make her start shaking in her place like this was her first time. “There,” Momo waved her off, pointing to an empty table, far away from her work area but still in the range of visibility. “Get a damn book, and don't even think of making any noise.”

Jihyo pouted playfully, caught Momo by the wrist and whispered: “Kiss?” She was clearly testing the Japanese, but it would actually work. Momo, without changing the cold expression on her face, leaned in and gave her a short peck on the lips before shoving her away.

“Sit over your cardigan, I won't clean after your mess.”

Jihyo did as she was told, gulping when she felt the toy inside her shift deliciously. She might've successfully broken Momo's demeanor again, but the rest wasn't really planned. 

It was an old vibrator–a gift from a stupid yet generous ex–that she'd chosen to wear, with three settings, dual stimulation and a controller that caused so many range problems. But when used right, it served perfectly well to a point where Jihyo couldn’t remember keeping her mouth shut when it was running. So choosing this specific one at a library was actually setting herself up for failure. Momo was probably going to make her eat that library card this time, just to make sure she never steps foot in here again.

“‘Don't make any noise’ my ass,” Jihyo whispered to herself, opening a young adult novel she's randomly picked –from the middle, just to seem like she's been reading for a while. “Let me put this on you, and you'll see if that's even possible.” 

But there was nothing to fear, really. She had a ridiculous amount of time to prepare herself. 

Five minutes passed without any action, then ten, twenty… Jihyo would actually start reading that corny book after a while, and she was getting impatient. That sex scene in the book didn't really entertain her, and the stillness of the toy inside her was nothing but frustrating. 

She could’ve sworn Momo was organizing the same rack for the tenth time, and she wasn’t sure if this break was to prepare herself for the action or just simply make Jihyo insane.

After a while, she made an attempt to stand up and leave. She was so sick of waiting for someone who didn't even look at her. This is it, she thought, I am going to the club tonight and getting myself someone who will worship me–

Unless. She would collapse back over that seat the moment she stood up, feeling the vibration of the toy take over her whole body. 

A weak “Ah,” left her lips, her head snapped and met Momo's eyes, directly. She was resting a shoulder on the bookshelf, pretending to read a book but it was too clear that those pages were just hiding the little controller behind it. Momo shrugged with the same dull expression, and shushed. That sound was enough to make some students look back at her.

She grabbed the table by the corners tightly, and inhaled as Momo switched up the settings. The pulse was on, medium intensity, enough to make Jihyo's head fall down to the table. Calm down, you've handled worse in public, calm the fuck down.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea because of how kissable the librarian looked from this angle. Why would she even give her something that allowed them to stay so close yet so far?

She closed her eyes weakly, resting her head on her arm, pretending to be taking a nap or something. But she knew the Japanese could see her face, and her face told everything, embarrassingly so.

“Please,” she mouthed, realizing how she'd taken Momo's silence as gentleness. She didn’t have a bit of mercy, pressing those buttons like Jihyo's whole body was just a toy for her to play with. “Please, unnie, slow down.”

What was the point of begging if it didn't work at all? Jihyo gave up after a while, accepting the way Momo basically experimented with those buttons with a frown on her face, testing her limits. When she finally hit the highest setting, the Korean just felt grateful for the cardigan under her, because it was a dripping mess down there. And if she kept it up like that, she could explode. She needed to.

She pressed her legs together with a desperate attempt to feel the toy better, but the grip on her clit was shifted now, distracting her from her release. She took a second repositioning it and pushed a sweat damp hair off her face, staring blank at the book in front of her.

Her whole body was in a bright red shade, she could feel it. She was sweating in a way you couldn't just call normal in the cool, perfectly ventilated library. Just one stare at her and she was doomed, she wasn’t hiding shit.

Momo loved it. She switched the intensity to the lowest again, probably just to see her reaction. It was just a sweet buzz keeping her in the mood, but not enough to finish. Jihyo fixed her stance a little, her hair too, wiping off sweat from her nape before the older woman went with it again. This was the only push and pull she appreciated, not the other way around. Not like yesterday.

Today felt like a dream.

That perfect headspace right before her orgasm was present for god knows how long –maybe for ten minutes, but it felt like hours. But when the pulse got turned off and intensity switched to the highest, Jihyo's back arched; realizing this was about to be the last hit. They both knew it, Momo didn't need to look at her face to see Jihyo just couldn't take it anymore. She didn't even need to hear her whisper: “God, yes.” After all that edging and not touching herself for the sake of enjoying this plan to the fullest, it was almost world-shattering.

It was supposed to be. That was the plan.

She wasn't expecting to feel a taller presence by her side when she was at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump any second. She wasn't expecting Momo to turn off the controller and put it in front of her with a soft thud. And no, she definitely wasn't expecting this demon to mumble: “Finish yourself off, don't expect me to do everything.” like it was a fucking joke.

Jihyo couldn’t fight back the shocked whimper leaving her lips, lifting her head from the table, ready to give Momo a stare that would hopefully kill her. But she was walking away already, so it was only her back.

She tried to regulate her breathing and think despite the frustration fully present between her legs. She didn’t want to grind on that toy or turn on the vibe to finish it off, no. She wanted revenge, and her fuzzy brain thought shouting at the young sophomore at the next table was a bright idea.

Momo was already back with her work by then, and Jihyo thought she was calm and collected enough to form words. She probably smelled like sex, but that was the least of her concerns. Her concern was a Japanese librarian who was too cruel for her liking. Jihyo just wanted to show how she hated these games unless it was played in her way. 

The one who caught her eye was a short, tattooed queer with their headphones on, drawing non-stop since Jihyo had arrived here. They seemed a little shy to even look at her, someone she would absolutely hit it off with. So it was a win either way. “Hey, you!” Jihyo approached them, leaving her cardigan on the seat to actually make Momo clean after her pretty mess.  

“Yeah, you,” Jihyo nodded when they looked up with a confused expression. Her voice was loud enough to get everyone's attention, even Momo's. She could feel her piercing gaze on them as Jihyo threw her hair back, clearly flirting, bending down to get closer to the student.

“You wanna kiss me?”

The nod that came as an answer was almost immediate; they reached up as Jihyo leaned over the table and grabbed them by the collar, crashing their lips into the hungriest kiss this library had ever witnessed. They were a good kisser, thank god.

Kissing one of the most popular girls of the campus was an experience to say the least, Jihyo wasn't really expecting to be rejected. But it was messier than she thought it would be. She whimpered at the bite on her bottom lip, finally closing her eyes into the touch. See, she wanted to yell at Momo. It wasn’t that hard, not at all. She could have just acted like she wanted this, at least.

“Good god,” she whispered afterwards, blinking her eyes open. She was still dizzy, whether it was from her unfed hunger or this breathless kiss they just shared. “What's your name?”

“Chaeyoung,” they said, breathless. And when Jihyo felt ready to move on, fall in love again and start a new life with this sweet person; they heard that weakening voice. Oh, fuck me, Jihyo thought. You'll never let me get over you, huh?

“You two, out,” Momo said with the angriest tone Jihyo had ever heard of her. It was almost a growl, loud enough to make the bookshelves shake against its presence. “Leave your library cards on the desk before you leave.” 

A normal person would be upset to be kicked out of a library, or to get banned forever for disobeying one of the biggest rules of it. But instead, Jihyo was on cloud nine when she grabbed Chaeyoung by the wrist and rushed out of the library without even looking at Momo. She wanted to look back so bad, but her little act wouldn't get a seamless finish if she did.

Right before they left, she threw both of their cards on the desk, and made sure the little rattle it had caused would make Momo lose it completely. 

Now, you chase after me, Jihyo thought as she pushed Chaeyoung into the first bathroom stall they came across to.

I'll wait for you.

•

Jihyo waited.

So much that she only lifted her head off her comfy pillow when Nayeon came banging on her dorm's door. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nayeon would scream as she stepped in with her partner by her side. “Where is your spark, dumbass?”

Well, there was nothing to be excited about; the finals were almost here, and she'd been stuck in her room for the last two days. Which felt like the end of the world to everyone else but her. In her defense, she was recharging before the exams. She wasn't even studying, just sleeping like the unwanted girl she was. Sigh. It didn't sound like Park Jihyo by any means.

It was weirdly healing at first, but reflecting over everyone she touched to get Momo out of her head in a single day was slowly burying her deeper and deeper into that mattress. She could have everyone else with a blink of an eye, but not her? It was haunting her in her dreams.

“We were at the library earlier, saw your girl,” Nayeon jumped next to her in the bed while Jeongyeon quietly took over the bean bag in the corner. “She looked exceptionally hot today, just wearing a sports bra and all. You should've–”

“Baby, cut it straight to the case.” Jeongyeon said between her teeth, but neither could point out if it was out of jealousy or pity. Jihyo seemed to be in pain, almost physical. She kept rocking in her place, eyes red and ready to spill more tears any second. “Poor girl is suffering already.”

Nayeon rolled closer to her in bed and draped an arm and a leg over her, hugging her best friend tightly. “Come on, honey, you never cry over someone!” Well, technically she wasn't crying over someone. She was suffering because there was still someone left on earth that didn't answer her needs when she wanted to. That was the problem. Miss Thing figuring out real, adult life.

“Don't you wanna know if she ever asked about you?”

“Well,” Jihyo sniffed, finally looking at her friend's face. In a normal scenario, she wouldn't feel the need to ask, she knew. But that stubborn lady had been nothing but a professional at ignoring her existence so far. “Did she ask about me?”

“Cute,” Jeongyeon giggled at her reaction, complimenting Jihyo like it was a common thing for them. Her red cheeks and messy bun probably made her look like a mess, a cute mess. At least this situation was somehow bringing them closer, even though it was only because the older girl felt sorry for her. “She sent you something. Give her the book, Nayeonnie.” 

It was a Greek Mythology book, the same one Momo was reading when Jihyo first approached her. She frowned, checking the cover to see if there was anything written on it. There wasn't. But inside, between the ‘Sirens’ section to be exact, was a neatly folded paper piece. It was cheesy as hell, but she couldn’t help the smile on her face. This silly nerd. She gently put the book aside before showing it to the girls.

“What is it?” Nayeon tried to peek behind her shoulder as she unfolded it, just to find an almost empty paper with a sentence in the middle of it. Her handwriting was beautiful, tiny letters placed carefully in perfect Korean.

Meet me at the parking lot tomorrow? 7 p.m.

Just like that, it felt like the first day she'd seen Momo all over again. The same excitement, same butterflies reminding her that all was not gone. She shrieked, handing the note to Nayeon as she dropped herself on her back, staring at the ceiling with the biggest smile.

“Parking lot?” Nayeon laughed, kicking Jihyo's legs with her own. “She's wiser than your last long term relationship, Jihyo-yah, she's already got your exhibitionist ass figured out.”

“We're talking about the campus’ parking lot, right?” Jeongyeon asked in awe, playing with one of a hundred bear plushies Jihyo had lined up in the corner of her room like soldiers.

“Do you want to get banned from school in your last term? Because the library staff wasn't so kind while cancelling your membershi–”

Nayeon threw her a pillow from where she laid and shushed as her eyes were almost popping out of her head. She reached to cover Jihyo's both ears with her palms. “No, Jeongie-bear, she'll be okay, right? Tell her she'll be fine.” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Jeongyeon rolled her eyes, internally praying for them to not get caught. Jihyo seemed too excited to be stopped anyway. “As long as you don't do it at my wedding or something.”

“Our wedding,” Nayeon corrected her, jumping off the bed and comfortably settling on her girlfriend's lap instead. “Seriously, Jihyo-ssi, if you ever attempt that I will be your biggest nightmare.”

“Who gives a fuck about your wedding, oh my god,” Jihyo grunted, kicking her feet excitedly before she finally got out of bed after long hours. She didn’t even really remember when she'd last drank a sip of water, it made the whole world spin around her. “This somehow feels better than a marriage proposal.”

And she treated it as such. On the next day she woke up early, put the prettiest clothes on, spent two hours doing her makeup and wore her favorite perfume. After two days of hibernation, if she didn’t get Momo, the worst case scenario was to join the pre-finals house party one of the seniors were hosting.

“We'll get you the prettiest girl in the room if this one ends up being a failure again,” Nayeon promised to go with her just in case they had another crisis. “I promise. Do you need my lucky bracelet?”

She was wearing that bunny charmed bracelet on her way to the parking lot now, and the way it jingled gave her a sense of joy. “Don't get mad at her,” She could still hear Jeongyeon's voice in the back of her ear as she stepped into the cold, indoor parking lot. “Stay calm, talk to her. Make a little Mythological reference or something.” Oh, Jeongyeon-ah. Absolutely not.

The parking lot was huge. She had no idea how to find her, didn't know her license plate either. Momo was a wise girl for sure, but Jihyo would come to accept that this idea wasn't the brightest.

She tried to observe everything, adjusting the chilly atmosphere, looking for a place she could at least sit and wait. But the moment she rested her hip on a truck, a melodic whistle filled the whole area. Habanera from Bizet's Carmen. What a surprise.

The whistle was a little shaky but still good enough for Jihyo to catch the song, until the source of it actually stood in front of her. She tried to hide the overjoyed expression on her face, eyeing her multi-talented hunter from head to toe. Of course she could whistle and find her like a damn wolf.

“So you can do anything but make me cum, huh?”

“Thought you wouldn't come,” Momo shrugged, trapping Jihyo between herself and the car. It almost made the younger girl gasp in surprise because of how sharp the movement was. It felt like the woman who's been avoiding her at all costs was gone, replaced with someone whose eyes saw no one else but Jihyo. “You look so beautiful.” 

“Why? Did you do anything to make me run away from you?” The Korean asked teasingly, shivering after feeling the cold knuckles brush up and down her leg. Momo leaned in, nuzzling into the crook of her neck before pressing a tight kiss right under her ear. “You tell me,” She whispered. “Did I?”

“Already forgot about it.” Jihyo slurred over with a weak voice, melting over the car behind her, slowly giving into the touch crawling up her inner thighs. The Japanese's woody perfume filled her lungs to the fullest, until her whole system started begging for her touch.

She couldn’t recall another time where the simplest touch made her knees give up. Was it her voice, her handsome face, her scent, her wisdom, or worse– all of them?

Momo scoffed, wrapping a strand of Jihyo's curled hair around her finger, playing with it as their eyes met for the first time after two days. “You know what I couldn't forget?” She asked, caressing her cheek with the back of her hand. “The way you kissed them just to make me jealous.”

“You really are the jealous type, Momo-bear,” Jihyo pouted fakely, trying to ignore how every inch of skin Momo had touched was practically burning. The hand between her legs was wandering around her crotch now, ready to meet her dripping core any second. “Do you wanna hear how I fucked them, then? How they made me cum like you failed to do–”

Momo's two fingers found their place on her clit like it was practiced, stuffing those assertive words back into her mouth and turning them into a moan without even trying. “Those are pretty bold words for someone who's showing up without wearing any underwear, Jihyo-ssi.” She tutted and shook her head with an exaggerated demeanor, circling the sensitive nub under her fingers like it was nothing but a toy. “You're soaked. For them? I don't think so.”

They were doomed. Jihyo was so hungry for this cocky, handsome librarian that frustrated the shit out of her and it usually meant big trouble. It meant she really didn’t have any fucks to give about anyone seeing or hearing them; she was going to fuck her right here. Lost in those thoughts, her lips were parted with a gasp, desperate to receive a kiss from the older woman.

Lucky her, she was destined to get anything she asked for with a snap of her fingers on that day.

Their combined moans filled the parking lot as their lips met in the messiest kiss ever; their teeth crashed, noses bumped like neither have kissed a girl in their entire lives. The starvation made it run wilder, shaky hands getting lost between hair strands and spit covering half of their faces like it could suppress the need between their legs.

“Wanna know what took me so long?” Momo asked, breathless. One hand kept Jihyo pressed to the red truck as the other helped her hike up her skirt up her waist. Jihyo was still dumbfounded by the intensity of that kiss, it felt more like devouring each other to the bone. She nodded fastly, humming just in case the librarian misses it because how focused she was on her breasts at that moment.

The sheer lace black top and bikini she wore left very little to the imagination, displaying her breasts to the hungry eyes upon her perfectly. Momo leaned in, and pressed a kiss over the rhinestone pendant getting lost between her breasts. “Because,” Momo whispered before gently tugging on the chain with her teeth. “I wanted you to finish in my mouth.”

Holy shit. The Korean was staring at the action between her breasts until then, but those words made her head fall back and hit the window behind her with a loud thud. Two fingers running through her slit was definitely a factor but her words, they made her feel unspeakable things. “Still mad about it?” Not at all, she wasn’t.

Whether it was the truth or a perfectly built lie, this woman had her wrapped around her finger like she'd known her deepest fantasies for years –and it felt both scary and impressive. “No,” Jihyo whimpered, grabbing the root of Momo's hair as she bit her breast over layers of cloth. She really wanted to take her time and get her boobs sucked on a normal day, she really did… but here? That had to wait for a while. “Please– just eat me out.”

It was so unusual yet so intoxicating how Momo just did anything she asked her to, right away. But when she finally got on her knees, Jihyo thought she ascended.

Seeing her like that, holding her down by the hair made all those failed attempts worth it. She looked up at her eyes with such hunger, like she'd been starving for longer than they've known each other.

“Do you know how pretty your stupid face looks from here?” Jihyo mumbled, slowly caressing her hair. She almost sounded frustrated, failing to fight back the frown on her face. “Just go for it and hide it already, or I might fall in love.” 

It was a corny lie–it was supposed to be–a beautiful, white one that gave the librarian enough push. But when she felt Momo's tongue press flat on her core, she started to think she could indeed fall in love with her. If it meant to have her plump lips suck on her clit with just the right pressure, she could settle down and even study. Well, she would have to. Because there was no way she was going to pass tomorrow's finals, not when her head was full of Momo, Momo, Momo…

Those thoughts spilled out of her mouth as moans, she cried out loud “Unnie, please–” for enough times to make the older girl pull back and warn her. “This isn't your fucking library,” Jihyo whined as she guided Momo's head lower, eyes rolling back the moment she pushed her tongue inside her. “You can't just, ah– shush while you're torturing me with your tongue like that.”

“This is torture for you?” The Japanese whispered, spit connecting her bottom lip to Jihyo's drenched crotch as she spoke. Yet another scene that would be carved into the depth of the younger girl's imagination, one that she would get off to a million times until Momo's name just became a memory.

This fucking woman. Jihyo thought she would be the most annoying person on earth if she had just half of her skills, and she suddenly came to understand the source of that confidence. Momo was made to give. She explored every inch of her folds for her own enjoyment, but knew where Jihyo needed her the most, like the back of her hand. She didn’t fight back the desperate grind of the young girl's hips, trying to meet them as much as she could as she seeked friction. “Fuck me,” Jihyo breathed out between her moans.

That made her take all of her words back, because this must have been sweet torture. The moment Momo pushed two fingers inside, stretching her open to fit a third one with her next thrust; Jihyo knew she would be addicted.

Those fingers worked their way wisely to the depths of her wet heat, causing obscene sounds she'd never heard from herself before unless she was masturbating. Fuck, it was just water, no resistance. To get so wet in public like that was too much even for her to handle, especially when every footstep she heard was making her hold her breath. The hard thrusts and hungry sucking sounds were enough to give away what the hell was happening, though. She felt like Momo's very last meal, licking every drip she caused with a smile on her face. 

“You taste so good,” Momo almost moaned, licking a long stripe through her slit before locking her mouth around the bundle of nerves. Her fingers didn't even stop for a second, trying to reshape her insides; Jihyo was sure. “Your scent, Ji, it makes me so fucking high.”

Whether it was for kissing, sucking or talking, it was no wonder that this woman was a damn professional with that mouth. Jihyo fell for it every single time, both for the mythological bullshit and this filthy stuff that could have thrown her off another time. It worked like magic on her, made her want to kiss and thank that skilled mouth and just cum– “Please,” she begged. “Right there, unnie, there– oh god!”

She finally came, making a huge mess; and it didn't even feel real. It was a million times better than expected.

They were wrapped by that sweet saccharine scent now as Jihyo's voice broke into a weak moan, almost collapsing on the floor if it wasn't for Momo pulling her fingers out and holding her upright. She could feel her release flooding over the librarian's expecting tongue, grip getting even tighter in her hair, trying to fight back the aftershocks while Momo was busy cleaning it all up. “Fuck,” she whispered weakly, feeling a tear drop on the concrete floor. “Fuck, fuck.”

She was utterly overwhelmed, trying to push Momo back but falling miserably as the older girl kept licking and sucking her despite Jihyo being a shaky mess. She just slowed down her movements enough to help her get there again, but the ringing in her ears was present. 

“How many people do you think saw you breaking apart on my tongue like this?” Momo asked before pushing her tongue inside her as if she wanted to get more of that musky taste. “I counted four footsteps, do you think you can take four today, hmm?”

Jihyo thought she fucking asked for this. She was ruined after just one orgasm, but knowing that they were already caught–embarrassingly so–was somehow tempting her to go again.

“You were so eager for just one a couple days ago, let me have you for a little longer to make it up.” As an answer, she just nodded, biting the back of her hand to quiet it down a little. Momo didn't have mercy on her, not in the slightest bit.

Jihyo could've sworn she'd seen many cars pass by them, but it could be just her vision going white every now and then. She'd quit counting her orgasms after three, she wasn’t in a place to do so. It wouldn’t even take Momo long considering the security wasn't there to get their ass yet. But it felt like years. “Gonna come,” Jihyo remembered repeating over and over again. “Can't get enough of you”s were told next, with a “Make me your slut” as the cherry on top.

Just her skilled tongue on her, not even her fingers, and the tight grip on her hips. She would give her the best orgasms of her life, making every second she'd wait and work for it worth it. Again and again and again.

After a while, she was just trying to get back to herself, thinking the best part was already served when the older woman completely cleaned her up with her tongue; but then it hit her. She looked down, realizing the reason of delay of Momo's movements, just to catch her right hand in her pants, touching herself as she still kept pressing lazy kisses all over her folds. God. Jihyo thought she cummed right there, once again.

“Shit,” She whispered, massaging her scalp slowly, pulling her closer to her cunt like she wanted to keep her buried there. “You are so fucking hot, unnie.” Momo just moaned in return, that vibration sending shock waves through her whole body. By the way her grip weakened, it was easy to tell that she was close. Just by eating Jihyo out and touching herself with the same drenched hand she fucked her.

“Close?” Jihyo asked, still trying to catch her breath after tearing her throat out with whines and blabbers, grabbing the older woman by the cheek and making her look up in her eyes. Her hips twitched after the cold air replaced the warmth of eager lips.

She gently swiped her thumb under her chin, soaked in her gush, and pulled her bottom lip down with her long nail before forcing her head even higher. Momo didn't protest, for the first time she didn’t have the strength to. “Then look at me, so I can see that pretty face as you cum.”

It didn't take long after those words, her sweat damp forehead was now buried in Jihyo's equally ruined inner thigh, taking shaky breaths while her whole body perched around the edge of her release. She rocked her hips over her working hand, letting out the weakest grunt as the orgasm ripped through her. It was calm but strong enough to make her bite Jihyo's flesh hard enough to bruise, just to keep her own mouth shut. 

Jihyo hissed in pain, head once again hitting the car's window as her eyes fluttered closed. Her whole body felt limp, all those orgasms taking her whole strength away as the adrenaline faded. They were a beautiful mess, nestled between a stranger's car and a column, making enough noise to suppress the sounds of an engine starting. An engine starting.

Her head immediately snapped up, just to get blinded by the car twenty feet apart from them turning on its headlights. She accidentally locked eyes with the black haired girl in the driver's seat. She was oddly familiar, probably one that was going to the party. One that Jihyo definitely kissed at some point in her drunk life.

“Fuck,” She mouthed, pulling Momo up from her collar to hide herself as quickly as possible. It would take the older girl a minute to realize what was happening, but she didn’t resist the dried lips pressing against hers, melting into her grip.

“We are so doomed.”

Momo tried to hide Jihyo's stance behind her wide shoulders, but it was kind of useless. She laughed into the deep kiss, her brain was still fuzzy post-masturbation, and she had no fucks to give about a student spotting her between a pretty girl's legs after all the damage was done. 

“Then let's get out of here before someone reports it.” She just said, but made no attempts to put those words into action. Instead, she held Jihyo by the cheek, staring at every inch of her ruined makeup like it was still the prettiest thing in the world –until the red Corolla drove out of the lot after giving them a small yet warning honk. They were doomed for sure.

Jihyo was spent and it wasn't hard to tell from the way she let her whole weight rest on the car. She let the librarian fix her top and pull down her skirt, clumsily fixing her hair after zipping up her own jeans. She wondered what her aftercare would look like if she was in her bed instead of a dark, cold parking lot. But it gave her a heart-wrenching preview when Momo took off the sleeves shirt she wore and wiped the sweat on Jihyo's neck before using it to clean the mess between her legs. 

“I don't think I can walk right now,” She mumbled, suddenly realizing those high heels she wore wouldn't carry her well on shaky legs. “Do you think we'll get caught if we wait for longer?” She didn’t have to talk or wait further though, because Momo simply scooped her up, sweeping her off of her feet. The gasp Jihyo let out melted into a laugh when she realized what was happening.

“Then you don't have to walk.” Momo made their way out of the lot, pressing a kiss on the young girl's hair before she let herself relax in her arms completely. She would have tried ghosting her long before if it meant to see the soft side of Momo's like this. She was just so, so lovable.

“Which block you are staying in?”

“Westgate,” Jihyo pursed her lips for a kiss, smiling after realizing how her lips still tasted of nothing but her own arousal. “I'm staying alone,” Momo rolled her eyes at the nuance. “I don't know if you like cramped dorm beds but I sneaked in a bottle of vodka and some strawberries and–”

“Park Jihyo!” Momo groaned in shock, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. She wasn't expecting to go back to the dorm rooms she once stayed for a girl who didn't know how to keep it in her pants, not at all. But when she kept nuzzling her into her neck and kicked her feet on her grip happily like that, the Japanese thought she had no choice but to say “Alright.”

“What? Don't you like chocolate covered strawberries? I have a very lovely way of serving them,” Jihyo nagged at her again, this time making both of them burst into a laugh. “Even a boring librarian can't say no to body shots, can you?” Momo fought back, they kept bickering like that for a while, dissapearing into the dark of the evening before they reached for another, long kiss.

“No parties tonight either?” Momo asked as she pushed her dorm room open with her knee. Jihyo smiled. 

“No parties tonight.”

•

The sound of Jihyo's alarm clock blared out, making her groan and look for her phone on her bedside table with her eyes closed. It wasn’t there. She had to sneak under the arm thrown over her and actually look for it under a pile of clothes to turn it off.

As her body slowly came back to life, she realized it wasn't her alarm clock but her ringtone instead, and it was still the middle of the night as she could tell by the moonlight creeping through her windows. The body in her bed shifted uncomfortably, whimpering before pressing a pillow over her head. “Please, turn it off,” She begged. “It's so annoying.”

What a great way to wake up.

One missed call from Bunny. The phone stopped ringing the moment she grabbed it, just for Yoo Jeongyeon’s name to appear on her screen right after. It was literally 4 a.m. It was either Nayeon getting drunk and calling just to say ‘I love you’ or it was the end of the world. It had to be. Frustrated, she muted her phone and texted Nayeon back:

STOP CALLING ME. I WOKE UP.

It took Jihyo a moment to realize those two calls weren't the first attempts to reach out to her, a flood of messages on her notifications screen greeted her. She lazily walked back to her bed, resting her body on the headboard before figuring out what this fuss was about. Some were just message requests from Instagram, some were finals results, but a big portion of them included Nayeon's texts in capital letters, clearly having a crashout.

It started with ‘WHAT HAVE YOU DONE’, kept going with ‘YOU PROMISED ME THAT NO ONE SAW YOU’ and a ‘WHY DO YOU HAVE A SCANDAL ON THE GOSSIP WEB’ text was stuffed between a hundred curses just for the plot. Ugh, Jesus Christ. So this was the case.

She'd thought it was all figured it out when Momo said half of the security cameras of the parking lot were broken. So technically, no legal actions could be taken about it. She'd thought no one else would make a big deal out of it since she literally had their little intruder, Miss Red Corolla in her bed last night. But one way or other, just a whisper was enough to make a rumor spread all around the school.

And sometimes you had to face the consequences. 

To be honest, Jihyo didn’t care, not really. It was her last term, and her legacy could only live for so long. Considering that she didn't even know if she'd passed those exams to graduate yet, she couldn’t care about people talking behind her back. Besides, she looked cute that day for anyone to see, even cuter with a girl between her legs.

But to deal with Nayeon's loud ass and receive a ‘fix this or let it haunt you forever’ ultimatum from Miss Yoo Jeongyeon somehow sounded worse than any of it. “Mina-yah,” She grunted, rubbing her sleepy face as the girl next to her squirmed. “You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone.”

“What's wrong?” Mina lifted her head up with eyes half closed, flipping in bed just to make Jihyo start to remember the bits of last night. Her milk white body was covered in hickeys, short hair messed up, still sticking to her nape with sweat. Nothing, Jihyo told to herself, licking her dried lips. Nothing about you could ever be wrong, baby.

But Mina was wise enough to puzzle the pieces together even with her half-asleep brain, rubbing her face before lazily tucking herself back under the covers. “I didn't tell anyone,” She mumbled, pressing Jihyo's hip a small kiss as it was the only place she could reach. “I told you. It has to be someone else snitching on you, hmm?”

Jihyo closed her eyes and sighed. She trusted her. It had to be someone else, and in the end she had no one to blame but herself and Momo for this mess. What a beautiful mess, though.

She'd never seen her after spending two days together, fucking like animals–everywhere and nonstop–but the memory of her still lingered with a sweet taste in her mouth.

She was the one who forced her to go take her most important exam on the morning of their first incident, she was the one who helped her prepare some last minute cheat-sheets and picked her up from class after every test. Momo was an angel, and it took Jihyo three days to realize she didn’t really deserve her. Not before she's ready to settle. But one, very selfish side thought of calling her again. She missed her touch, a lot.

So it was Chaeyoung who soothed her need first, then their girlfriend Mina. Here they were now, tangled in a mess of relationships where Jihyo still remembered how Momo tasted like. She massaged her temples, grabbing the phone she threw on the matress to at least check her test results amongst all the chaos. Maybe, just maybe, despite fucking and drinking all night long the night prior, she would manage to graduate from this damn school.

She had to skip some really weird notifications to click her mail box. After checking the results, she straightened on the bed with her heart beating in her throat. Even Nayeon's continuous ’someone wrote: the meal was too good, it was heard from the east wing LMAO’ and ’you deserved it, silly’ messages couldn't distract her at that moment. 

Instead of replying to them or answering her calls, she opened Twitter, and quickly sent a tweet before throwing her phone to the side.

@ohgodjihyo

Guys, can you believe that I got a B+ AND great head?

She then snuggled Mina with a relieved sigh, giving her a deep kiss under the sheets, knowing that she wouldn't be sleeping in this dorm bed for another term. Maybe yearning for a librarian and being stuck amongst thousands of books for a while wasn't bad, after all.

Momo was going to be so proud of her.