[M] A Fling (1/1)

"I'm not going to keep up with this," Momo sighs, running her hands through her hair to fix her bangs.Dahyun just blinks. It's a habit of hers to blink more than needed whenever she doesn't know what to say. She stays silent. Momo doesn't seem to mind, eyes and ears fixed on the bustling city below them, lost behind a fog of emotions and thoughts. They often go up to the rooftop whenever Dahyun's apartment gets too hot. No one ever goes up there."Keep up with what?" Dahyun eventually asks.Momo doesn't look at Dahyun. She lets the silence reply for her. Because she knows that Dahyun knows exactly what she is talking about.And yes, Dahyun does know. She knew that this conversation was already headed their way the moment they spent their first night together. They'd been so close for those few hours, but at the same time, those hours are now the reason why they have to keep distance. Fleeting glances and unnecessary attitudes are the outcomes of those sweet, intimate touches. Months of subtle flirtations and gazes that are always held for too long.They are on and off. Momo in Dahyun's bed again, Dahyun in Momo's arms again. Sometimes Dahyun is above Momo, pressing their foreheads together while holding her by the hips. Other times, Momo is on top, her fingertips brushing against Dahyun's skin, her hair spilling over their bodies."It's just a fling we're having," Dahyun had once laughed to herself, out on the balcony. And that was the problem. She always laughed about something so serious. They're not normal people, after all. They're idols.Now, Dahyun's breath hitches, her throat is dry. She can't swallow, struggling to find words, only for her mind to settle on. "Why?""Because it's not healthy for either of us," Momo responds simply, finally turning her head to look up at Dahyun, her dark eyes still as foggy as midnight in November.Momo's face is calm and plain, even while she slowly raises a hand to brush a stray hair from Dahyun's cheek. Her thumb skims along the girl's skin, leaving behind a warm and familiar sensation. That makes something desperate light up deep in Dahyun's chest and she catches Momo's hand before it falls down. She holds her cold fingers in her palm, and Momo allows it."I'll admit, though," Momo murmurs, pulling Dahyun closer, "it certainly was fun while it lasted. But it's just a fling, right?"Something breaks, deep in her voice, and then their eyes meet properly. Dahyun clears her throat and flounders, her pathetic tongue searching for words while Momo laughs gently, echoing into Dahyun's ears like a slow lullaby. Momo leans up and plants a kiss on Dahyun's jaw, soft lips pressing against a clenched jaw. When she pulls away, she sees a faint glow amidst the darkness in Dahyun's eyes."I'll see you later, Dahyuni."Momo's arm softly brushes against Dahyun's, and then she's off, walking down the stairs, her short hair jumping behind her. She leaves behind the scent of strawberries.Dahyun wants to follow, to run after her, to tell her that she really does want all of this, want all of her, but she gets up to go back to her apartment instead. To her apartment that will consist of only her this time. She's numb. So, so numb. Numb to time, numb to the biting cold wind, numb to the pain that's choking her. It shouldn't hurt this much. It shouldn't mean this much.The walk back home, the stumble into her room, the brash removal of her suddenly too tight jacket and shoes, it all goes by her with a blur and a gnashing of teeth. Her breath shudders as she trudges into the bathroom, clumsily reaching for the shower head. While the water warms and steam fills the little tiled paradise, she peels off her remaining clothes.Her sweater still smells like strawberries. Through a groggy head and bleary senses, she can still feel the way the sweet smell enters her nose, Momo's scent clinging to the fabric with stubbornness. She hesitates, just for a second, then presses her nose into the sweater, her eyes fluttering shut."Damnit," she whispers to herself, a scowl etching itself into her face. "Why am I like this?""Why are you like this?" Momo asks, her fingers carding themselves through Dahyun's hair.Dahyun can almost see the light frown on Momo's face. Dahyun merely nuzzles into the girl's chest, pressing a kiss to one of the many hickeys she had left along her collarbone."Like what?" Dahyun asks back cheekily, shifting so that she can squish her cheek into Momo's warm, inviting embrace.Momo huffs again and rests her chin on top of Dahyun's head. "You know what I mean.""I don't. So enlighten me, won't you?""You're just so clingy," Momo says, pairing it with an unexpected, amused chuckle.Dahyun tenses ever so slightly at Momo's words. "I don't do clinginess.""Sure, Dahyuni." Momo kisses Dahyun's forehead, another chuckle humming deep from her throat. "Sure."Dahyun wonders if Momo's ears can hear the way her heartbeat is jumping.Dahyun pulls back from the sweater and looks at herself in the sink mirror. She looks at her body, her arms, her waist, and thinks about how it only takes one particular woman to make it all melt into an incoherent mess of vulnerable want. She stares at her flushed skin, watching how steam gradually blocks the view on the mirror.She closes her eyes and imagines Momo. She pictures Momo hugging her from behind, playful fingers tracing along her waist, her stomach, her arms. She can see Momo's palms press along downward, going lower and lower until she's tracing the lines of Dahyun's hips. Momo's fingertips feel like velvet and silk, teasingly brushing between her legs.Dahyun's breath hitches and she chucks the sweater into the sink, an embarrassed yet incredibly aroused flush lighting up her cheeks. She shakes her head to send away the thoughts along with the sensations in her stomach. But Momo is still there."Damnit," she repeats, stumbling back, watching the way her memories fade into wisp, evaporating between the hot mist."I need a shower," Momo says, carelessly throwing aside her clothes as she walks to the bathroom.Dahyun watches Momo walk off, gaze catching on the muscles of her back, her waist, her hips, and especially her ass. And legs. And everything, really. Momo is wearing the underwear set Dahyun had bought her, the black one, Dahyun realizes. She can't decide whether Momo looks good with or without it. Well, it has been a few weeks, Dahyun reasons with herself. She can give it a try. She smiles at Momo, knowing she can't see it."I need one too," Dahyun chuckles, following Momo at a distance. But she has to stop in her tracks when Momo turns around, an eyebrow raised.Dahyun tilts her head slightly. "Do you mind if I join?" she asks, testing the waters ever so slightly.Silence. Then Momo speaks with a twitch of her eyebrow, "It's your bathroom after all, isn't it?"All too quickly, Dahyun catches up to Momo, pulling off her sweater with an eager grin.The water in the shower doesn't feel as hot as it felt whenever Momo was in there with her, but it's still hot enough to keep away the cold night air and burn all of Dahyun's thoughts into pure nothingness. She groans, palming the tiled wall just below the shower head."I messed up," she says, talking to nobody but herself. "Messed up badly."She leans forward, pushing her forearm into the hard tiles. She stares down at the floor, eyes meeting even more tiles. She feels caged in there. Feels trapped and hot and overwhelmed. But it also feels so empty. Empty without her hands rinsing away shampoo from Momo's hair. Empty without her body pressed against Momo's. Empty without her nails digging into Momo's arms as Momo holds her steady from behind, her back arching, her knees quivering.Dahyun's other hand twitches at her side and she gulps heavily, realizing just how much she's already missing the other girl. There's a tingling sensation between her legs again, pulsing with heat and desire, and she chokes on spit, gawking at herself. She's helpless and desperate for Momo, but she's not there. She's not there, she won't be there. It's just Dahyun, her needy body, and the tiled walls that press in further around her pathetic, fallen being."And what should I call you if you're going to insist on calling me doll?" Momo mutters, straddling Dahyun's lap.Momo's pretty lips are curled into a smirk, eyes staring at Dahyun as if she were prey. Dahyun shudders underneath Momo and Momo notices. So, Momo leans in, kisses her, nearly destroys her with how slow she's moving, how closely she skirts to the edge. Momo even tastes like strawberries, Dahyun thinks to herself.Dahyun gasps when Momo tugs at her head, jerking her gaze up so that they can look at each other. Part of Dahyun wants to look back down, right where Momo is sitting, right where her hands desperately grasp at Momo's thighs. The other part of her wants to keep staring at Momo's face, mesmerized by the way Momo has trapped her in a gaze."Ah, I know," Momo says in a teasing manner.Dahyun raises an eyebrow in response and manages a weak smile, speechless amidst the hazy cloud of lust that impairs her usually clear mind.Momo licks her lips. Her expression is sweet, her taunting voice even sweeter. "How about you be my angel?" she whispers. "Since your skin is so pale."Dahyun lets out an infectious laugh. Their noses touch. "I'm not an angel, doll," she teases back despite the longing between her legs that betrays her real feelings. "Especially not yours.""And I," Momo is tugging again, flashing her teeth in a victorious smile, "am not your doll. Not at all."Momo leans in one more time, grabbing at Dahyun's shirt to signal that she wants it off. And Dahyun obliges instantly.Dahyun is playing with herself. Tired of waiting, tired of holding back her desire, she had reached down before she could stop herself. Her body twitches at her own touch, her breast cupped in her palm. She grits her teeth, unable to stop herself from imagining Momo in front of her.If things had never gone the wrong way, what would Momo be doing to her right now? Eating her out while a hand reaches up to massage her breasts? Or pressing her own back against the shower wall, wrapping her arms around Dahyun's neck as she lets Dahyun do all the work? Maybe she would make Dahyun sit on the wet floor and grind against her while drops of water wash over their heads.What would Dahyun be doing? God, she would love to pin Momo against the wall, mouthing along the expanse of her back just to add to the little collection of marks, her fingers finding Momo's open mouth, pressing into her tongue. Or, if Momo were in front of her, she would gladly hang one of Momo's legs over her arm, bucking into Momo relentlessly, so fast and hard that Momo would let go of her dominance and beg for her to be a little gentler. And Dahyun wouldn't be gentler, she would be a lot worse.They were always ready to make each other feel better. They made each other feel used. In a bad way. In a really, really bad way.Dahyun swallows hard again, shallow breaths passing through parted and dry lips. Deep between her lungs, threatening to swell, her cracked heart twists a little further. She needs release, needs her. She needs this, at least.She is going faster now, chasing that high, her mind wandering and wondering. Every path, every memory leads back to Momo. Everything just goes back to her. Dahyun can't get Momo out of her head. She sees Momo's body first, then her hands. She sees her eyes, hears her laugh. Dahyun's voice gurgles out of her chest, a gasp leaving parted teeth. She goes faster, her insides tightening against her fingers.Momo would be so tight, so tight for Dahyun. So hot and ready and willing, just for Dahyun, only for her. Momo would press her lips against Dahyun's, lock her arms around Dahyun's neck as she gets played with underneath. And Dahyun wouldn't let her go. God, no, she wouldn't. She would hold Momo there and tease her with release, just to see the look on her face.And then they would stumble to the bed. How tightly would Dahyun hold her there? Dahyun would push Momo's wrists to the bed and make her sink into the mattress, underneath Dahyun's body, underneath Dahyun's desperate and hungry mind. Dahyun would please Momo until sunrise if she wanted to.Dahyun thrusts into her fingers again, legs trembling with the last bit of their strength. She whimpers, burying her face into the forearm that is pushing against the wall, feeling the tiled pattern imprint itself into her skin. She shudders, getting closer and closer."You're close," Dahyun pants.Underneath her, pressed into the sheets, Momo whines in defiance and then cries out when she feels a particularly slow stroke of fingers inside of her. Dahyun feels it all, feels Momo's heartbeat stuttering, feels her breathing shaking, unable to keep control any longer. Dahyun chuckles, she he can't keep playing the game any longer either."I'm not," Momo gasps, dark eyes glistening beneath fluttering lashes. The hand cupping Dahyun's face says otherwise, moving up to bury itself in her hair again."Yeah, you are," Dahyun whispers. "And you know it."Momo suddenly smiles up at her, soft lips curling into an even softer expression that makes Dahyun's mind go blank. "Yeah, you're right."A guttural cry breaks out from deep within Dahyun's lungs and she cums all over her shaky fingers. She stumbles in her spot, almost losing her footing on the wet tiled floor as she shivers underneath the burning stream, her frustrations unraveling but never fully letting go. She whines as tears start running down her cheeks and she opens her eyes just to look at the floor.No, Momo is not underneath her. Or in front, or even reaching around from behind. It's just Dahyun. Dahyun and her stupid, fickle heart."I'm not going to do this anymore," Dahyun groans, raising her head to let the water beat against her face.She will talk to Momo soon. Tomorrow, if Momo spares her a little time of her day. Or maybe the day after. Or the weekend if Momo is busy? Maybe next week if Momo decides to avoid her this week, like she sometimes does after they have a fight.Dahyun will get the chance someday. The chance to tell Momo that she wants Momo the same way Momo wants her. And when that time comes, Dahyun won't let go of her or let it be the other way around. She will hold the girl close.