[One-shot] While music plays
Title: While music plays
Pairing: Momo/Mina
Rating: M
She was completely focused. Not minding the heavy bangs bumping against her forehead, sweat sliding down her neck, she continued like her entire life depended on it. Swift moves, even quicker pulse. But no thoughts. No worries. No outer world.
When Momo danced, time stopped.
Her limbs moved on their own, eyes locked with her own through the looking glass, the mirror that gave back her own reflection. The music dominated her, every beat possessing each and every single one of her cells. She could feel the dancing in her fingertips. She could feel it in her lungs, in her shoulders, on the small of her back. She could feel it on her heart. And it was everything.
Momo lived for her dancing. Twisting her neck left and right, her blonde hair gyrating around her like an aura, she felt the dancing. It was her freedom.
When the music ended, everything stood still. The universe seemed to have lost its direction. But after a few seconds of deep silence, Momo took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and remained like that for a minute, focusing on the sound of her breathing and the soft movement of her shoulders while she breathed.
Momo opened her eyes after those precious instants of perfect calmness, very slowly. She looked at her reflection then, her pupils unashamedly going up and down her image in the mirror. A thin layer of sweat had turned her body into a shiny, warm figure, and that made her smile.
"Wow, that was a good workout. I liked it." She let the words roll out of her tongue, Korean still very foreign to her. She practiced a couple of times, staring at herself while pronouncing the syllables carefully. I liked it. But she still thought Japanese was easier.
She grabbed her towel and her bag with everything else from the corner and started to make her way out of the room. Momo stared at her reflection while walking out, her now long, blonde hair smiling back from the mirror’s parallel universe.
The shower was a whole other world. With her eyes closed, she let the warm water slide down her body, from the nape of her neck to the soft spot beneath her knee. After dancing for such a long time, her body was worn out. But no matter what, she knew she could still go and continue right then. It was dancing, after all. It was how she breathed.
Smooth towel around her body, Momo made her way to the dressing room and opened her locker. Throwing a couple of simple pieces of clothing on, she suddenly stopped mid-action when she started to hear the faint music. Classical music.
The mischievous smile that appeared on her face was priceless.
Locker shut closed, her belongings save inside, she looked at herself in the mirror while fixing her hair. Wow, she looked hot. With her hair wet, her eyes open and her cheeks flushed because of the exercise. She approved.
Momo stopped in front of the practice room that she had left barely ten minutes ago. A very different kind of music came out this time, but she knew exactly that that was what she had been waiting for. The Japanese girl stayed still while looking through the glass, her eyes tracing every curve of the body moving to the music inside. Momo’s eyes were wide open, not missing any detail. Her mouth opened in awe when she saw the girl inside perform a pirouette. Not that she hadn’t seen that before, but she was still amazed every time. It wasn’t her style at all, so she had never been really sure about how she found that so beautiful.
Wrong. She knew why. Momo didn’t find ballet that beautiful. She found her dancing ballet that beautiful.
The girl with the dark red hair.
Mina.
The younger girl seemed to have music flowing out of her veins while she danced, beauty emanating from her. Beauty in the form of discipline and patience.
Momo seemed to go back to reality from her awestruck state after a few minutes. Her awed smile became a proud one, then changed to a smirk in the blink of an eye. She looked down at her clothing to see how presentable she was for Mina, then blushed at her own thought. When had Mina started to hold so much power over her?
Momo took a deep breath and intertwined her own hands, moving them nervously. She laughed at herself. What’s wrong with me?
"Whatever, let’s do this," she muttered to herself, Japanese flowing out freely without thinking.
She opened the door slowly, silently, and entered. The wooden floor of the practice room creaked slightly when she shifted her weight, but Mina didn’t stop, nor did she even glance at her.
Even though she was surrounded by mirrors, Mina didn’t make any sing of having noticed Momo entering the room; she continued dancing. Her fouetté followed by a pas de bourrée that ended with her beloved attitude. And she stayed there, with her leg bent up in the air and her back perfectly arched in a moon-like shape.
Momo used the opportunity of a static Mina to approach the other girl from behind. She stood behind the younger girl, her eyes in line with the dark red ponytail and her torso turned so she wouldn’t touch Mina’s leg. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, and when she opened them again she caught Mina’s eyes staring back at her through the mirror.
Classical music still playing, Mina didn’t even blink when Momo slid her hands on the girl’s hips. The shorts and short-sleeved t-shirt she was wearing for practice suddenly seemed very scarce clothing for Mina. But no matter where her thoughts were, she didn’t unlock her gaze from Momo’s.
Momo clenched her hands slightly, just so her nails replaced her fingertips in caressing Mina’s waist through the thin layer of cotton. The blonde girl asked herself if that was the glint of a repressed smile in Mina’s rosy lips.
Mina’s focused and straight face flinched when her mouth opened in shock. Momo’s fingertips had moved under the hem of her shit with no hesitance, but she didn’t want to stop. Her leg, which had still been up in the air, faltered a little, and she took a deep breath. But Momo, her hands soft as butterflies, had another plan for her. Slowly, like she was afraid of making any sudden movements, Momo released one hand from Mina’s warm skin and moved it towards the girl’s bent knee, right next to her head. Her fingers caressed the soft spot behind Mina’s knee, and that’s when the ballerina lost it. Her shiver came accompanied by a soft moan, sweet music to Momo’s ears. The blonde girl used her hand to lower Mina’s leg slowly while moving her face closer to the girl’s neck.
When Mina felt warm lips in that very sensitive spot on her neck, she knew there was no turning back. Momo dropped her leg inches away from the floor, but her ballerina instinct would not let it bump against the wood, so she lowered it with perfect balance.
When Momo started to nibble on Mina’s neck, the younger girl looked at the mirror, staring at their reflection. She saw Momo’s dark eyes full of wanting, and her very own, who looked just the same. Her pale skin made her blushed cheeks stand out much more, but she had surpassed the point in which she could control her emotions. She was past that turning spot.
Mina opened her mouth slightly, unconsciously, while watching Momo kiss her neck, the tip of the girl’s tongue feeding on her warm skin. After shivering for the thousandth time, her mind seemed to resume working properly, and she realized what she wanted. No. What she needed.
Urges stronger than her will, Mina turned her head slightly, putting them both in the perfect position she had been waiting for. She could feel Momo’s soft breathing on her nose, tickling her cheeks when the older girl hesitated for an instant.
Too late. Mina moved forward, clashing their lips together. After a couple of seconds, the ballerina started nibbling on the other girl’s lower lip, causing Momo to emit a series of moans that would stay engraved in her brain forevermore. Mina used her tongue to part Momo’s lips, the blonde’s presence making her feel bolder than ever. When had she tried to become the dominant one? But when Momo’s arms lost strength and released the girl’s waist, Mina knew she had her opportunity. In a streak of wanting, she bit on Momo’s tongue, hard, the action eliciting a longer moan and back arching from the blonde girl. Apparently feeding on her lips, Mina couldn’t control her own actions, desire going further than her rational mind could reach.
The tables were turned.
Mina had her hands on Momo in no time, her pale fingers swift as wind while taking the peach girl’s clothes off. The blonde girl’s red bra was exposed in all its glory, the most perfect body Mina had ever seen right in front of her. No matter how it wasn’t her first time contemplating Momo’s strongly-defined abs, the soft curve of her breasts, Mina was still mesmerized about the girl’s sublime body.
" You are perfect," she managed to say in between heavy panting.
Momo smiled softly, but she shook her head in disagreement. She looked right into Mina’s dark eyes, the two girls sharing an intimate gaze. The world around them had stopped existing: nothing else mattered right then. The music was a faint sound that helped to get them on their very own bubble. She lowered her lips towards the girl's face, kissing Mina's nose. The freckle on her nose; the one on top of her lip. Soft spots that made Mina who she was. The intimate contact was broken when Momo pulled back with a smirk, leaving soft affection in the past.
Momo winked at Mina out of a sudden, swiftly moving up the younger girl’s neck. The pale, smooth skin there was waiting for her to nibble on it, to scratch it softly with her teeth. Mina shivered at the actions, but Momo didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. When she took the girl’s earlobe in between her warm lips, using her tongue to pleasure it like she knew would turn Mina crazy, the red-haired felt her knees go weak. She held onto Momo’s waist for support, but the blonde betrayed her and lowered her body to the wooden floor, Mina ending up lying right beneath Momo. They weren’t on equal footing anymore.
The older girl moved back to contemplate the body under her. She moved so her legs would be straddling Mina’s hips, the girl’s torso right in front of her for her to study carefully. She wanted to remember every detail, every second. Ever sound, every expression that Mina made because of her.
She lowered her upper body over Mina, the loose locks of still-damp hair tickling the younger girl’s cheeks softly while they shared a gaze and their breaths. Using those heavenly-sculptured abs, Momo held her body merely an inch from Mina’s, so close that she could count the girl’s eyelashes. Mina held her breath when Momo licked her lips, the sexual tension filling the air too much for her to bear.
Momo had her left hand on Mina’s neckline, the pressure soft but strong, so the girl had nowhere to go. Her other arm was over there, grabbing the girl’s wrist, immobilizing her completely. The glint of a smile appeared in the blonde hair’s lips, excitement and anticipation because of having Mina right there for her.
Slowly, very slowly, Momo slid one of her hands down Mina’s body, resting it on the girl’s waist. Her fingertips flickered around the hem of the girl’s shirt, toying with it. Something clicked in her mind, and she lowered her face even more, millimeters between their lips.
Surrounded by an atmosphere full of piano music, they felt like they were on their very own bubble, away from the world. Mina’s eyes were wide open, trying to guess what Momo’s next movement would be.
"I can’t bear you having so many clothes on right now," she breathed against her, and Mina almost hit her peak then. Momo was really taking it too slow.
"Hurry up then," Mina hushed back. The sound of her voice, husky with lust, made Momo smile in anticipation, the corners of her mouth twisted in an evil grin. Mina wondered what was going to happen next.
In less than half a second, Momo had pulled Mina’s upper body up in between her arms, using her hand to release the red hair from the rubber band that tightened it into a ponytail. Then her hands seemed to lose control, roaming freely against Mina’s shirt. Momo pulled the hem of the piece of clothing upwards, raising an eyebrow. The younger girl got the sign and lifted her arms, helping Momo get her out of the shirt that was in between their skins.
"Much better." Momo looked at Mina’s chest appreciatively, and the younger girl blushed up to her hair roots. Without any further comment, Momo got back to making Mina go crazy. In a matter of seconds, her lips were kissing their way down the red-head’s cleavage, Mina’s arousal more and more obvious every second through the soft cloth of her lacy black bra. She arched her back in pleasure, Momo using that movement to sneak her hands on Mina’s back and unclasp the bra, leaving the girl’s breasts exposed for her to see and explore.
Momo’s kisses reached the waist of Mina’s shorts, obvious tension filling the room. The blonde girl lifted her eyes from the girl’s body to look right into her eyes, looking for confirmation. When Mina, her lips parted in expectation, nodded softly, Momo knew what she was supposed to do.
She played with the zipper of Mina’s shorts for a while, making the girl excited and nervous, before she decided to get rid of the remaining clothes. In less than a minute, Mina’s naked body lay under Momo’s, which was barely covered in her underwear.
"Like what you see?" Mina looked at Momo expectantly, and the older girl licked her lips before answering.
"A lot."
Momo slid her fingers up Mina's leg, resting them in the soft spot of her inner thigh. Mina moaned in response, unconsciously parting her legs even more, and that gave Momo all the access she needed. Mina lost control of her body when Momo scratched her back while using her tongue to make her go wild, the red-haired girl's hips moving on their own. The younger girl couldn’t help the sensations any longer, every trace of intended domination forgotten since she stared to arch her back in an impossible way, her legs clenched together tightly because of Momo’s hungry actions.
Uncontrollable moans went out of Mina's lips, frantic sighs of anticipation filling the room while Momo just smirked. When she laughed against Mina's soft flesh, that sent the girl over the edge, arching her back in a way only someone with her flexibility could manage. Mina closed her eyes while letting her head rest on the wooden floor, taking a deep breath.
When she opened them, she caught Momo staring right into her eyes, their sweaty bodies sliding easily over each other. Mina bit her lip, thinking, and in the blink of an eye their roles were switched. The younger girl positioned herself on top of Momo's waist, her nails leaving a red welt down the blonde girl's back. Momo's moan was a combination of shock and a sudden strike of pleasure from Mina's harsh actions.
It barely took Mina a few seconds to get rid of Momo's underwear, impatient as she was. The girl with sun-kissed hair was usually the dominating one, but she could get submissive as ever when she needed release. And that was what was happening. Momo's deep voice begged Mina to take her already, to which the younger girl just arched an eyebrow to tease her.
She went harder than Momo had, and the scream that left the blonde girl's lips was enough proof of it.
"When did you even learn to do that?" Momo asked after her body had stopped shaking, but Mina just smirked in response.
They stared at each other hungrily, panting heavily; Momo hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath for such a long while. She ran her nails up and down Mina’s bare back, the mirrors around her making the situation incredibly more exciting. The two tangled in each other's body; contact as intimate as it could get.
The door opened wide open out of a sudden, getting both girls to gasp in surprise, and a baby-faced girl with silver-y pigtails appeared, arching an eyebrow.
"Again?"
Pairing: Momo/Mina
Rating: M
She was completely focused. Not minding the heavy bangs bumping against her forehead, sweat sliding down her neck, she continued like her entire life depended on it. Swift moves, even quicker pulse. But no thoughts. No worries. No outer world.
When Momo danced, time stopped.
Her limbs moved on their own, eyes locked with her own through the looking glass, the mirror that gave back her own reflection. The music dominated her, every beat possessing each and every single one of her cells. She could feel the dancing in her fingertips. She could feel it in her lungs, in her shoulders, on the small of her back. She could feel it on her heart. And it was everything.
Momo lived for her dancing. Twisting her neck left and right, her blonde hair gyrating around her like an aura, she felt the dancing. It was her freedom.
When the music ended, everything stood still. The universe seemed to have lost its direction. But after a few seconds of deep silence, Momo took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and remained like that for a minute, focusing on the sound of her breathing and the soft movement of her shoulders while she breathed.
Momo opened her eyes after those precious instants of perfect calmness, very slowly. She looked at her reflection then, her pupils unashamedly going up and down her image in the mirror. A thin layer of sweat had turned her body into a shiny, warm figure, and that made her smile.
"Wow, that was a good workout. I liked it." She let the words roll out of her tongue, Korean still very foreign to her. She practiced a couple of times, staring at herself while pronouncing the syllables carefully. I liked it. But she still thought Japanese was easier.
She grabbed her towel and her bag with everything else from the corner and started to make her way out of the room. Momo stared at her reflection while walking out, her now long, blonde hair smiling back from the mirror’s parallel universe.
The shower was a whole other world. With her eyes closed, she let the warm water slide down her body, from the nape of her neck to the soft spot beneath her knee. After dancing for such a long time, her body was worn out. But no matter what, she knew she could still go and continue right then. It was dancing, after all. It was how she breathed.
Smooth towel around her body, Momo made her way to the dressing room and opened her locker. Throwing a couple of simple pieces of clothing on, she suddenly stopped mid-action when she started to hear the faint music. Classical music.
The mischievous smile that appeared on her face was priceless.
Locker shut closed, her belongings save inside, she looked at herself in the mirror while fixing her hair. Wow, she looked hot. With her hair wet, her eyes open and her cheeks flushed because of the exercise. She approved.
Momo stopped in front of the practice room that she had left barely ten minutes ago. A very different kind of music came out this time, but she knew exactly that that was what she had been waiting for. The Japanese girl stayed still while looking through the glass, her eyes tracing every curve of the body moving to the music inside. Momo’s eyes were wide open, not missing any detail. Her mouth opened in awe when she saw the girl inside perform a pirouette. Not that she hadn’t seen that before, but she was still amazed every time. It wasn’t her style at all, so she had never been really sure about how she found that so beautiful.
Wrong. She knew why. Momo didn’t find ballet that beautiful. She found her dancing ballet that beautiful.
The girl with the dark red hair.
Mina.
The younger girl seemed to have music flowing out of her veins while she danced, beauty emanating from her. Beauty in the form of discipline and patience.
Momo seemed to go back to reality from her awestruck state after a few minutes. Her awed smile became a proud one, then changed to a smirk in the blink of an eye. She looked down at her clothing to see how presentable she was for Mina, then blushed at her own thought. When had Mina started to hold so much power over her?
Momo took a deep breath and intertwined her own hands, moving them nervously. She laughed at herself. What’s wrong with me?
"Whatever, let’s do this," she muttered to herself, Japanese flowing out freely without thinking.
She opened the door slowly, silently, and entered. The wooden floor of the practice room creaked slightly when she shifted her weight, but Mina didn’t stop, nor did she even glance at her.
Even though she was surrounded by mirrors, Mina didn’t make any sing of having noticed Momo entering the room; she continued dancing. Her fouetté followed by a pas de bourrée that ended with her beloved attitude. And she stayed there, with her leg bent up in the air and her back perfectly arched in a moon-like shape.
Momo used the opportunity of a static Mina to approach the other girl from behind. She stood behind the younger girl, her eyes in line with the dark red ponytail and her torso turned so she wouldn’t touch Mina’s leg. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, and when she opened them again she caught Mina’s eyes staring back at her through the mirror.
Classical music still playing, Mina didn’t even blink when Momo slid her hands on the girl’s hips. The shorts and short-sleeved t-shirt she was wearing for practice suddenly seemed very scarce clothing for Mina. But no matter where her thoughts were, she didn’t unlock her gaze from Momo’s.
Momo clenched her hands slightly, just so her nails replaced her fingertips in caressing Mina’s waist through the thin layer of cotton. The blonde girl asked herself if that was the glint of a repressed smile in Mina’s rosy lips.
Mina’s focused and straight face flinched when her mouth opened in shock. Momo’s fingertips had moved under the hem of her shit with no hesitance, but she didn’t want to stop. Her leg, which had still been up in the air, faltered a little, and she took a deep breath. But Momo, her hands soft as butterflies, had another plan for her. Slowly, like she was afraid of making any sudden movements, Momo released one hand from Mina’s warm skin and moved it towards the girl’s bent knee, right next to her head. Her fingers caressed the soft spot behind Mina’s knee, and that’s when the ballerina lost it. Her shiver came accompanied by a soft moan, sweet music to Momo’s ears. The blonde girl used her hand to lower Mina’s leg slowly while moving her face closer to the girl’s neck.
When Mina felt warm lips in that very sensitive spot on her neck, she knew there was no turning back. Momo dropped her leg inches away from the floor, but her ballerina instinct would not let it bump against the wood, so she lowered it with perfect balance.
When Momo started to nibble on Mina’s neck, the younger girl looked at the mirror, staring at their reflection. She saw Momo’s dark eyes full of wanting, and her very own, who looked just the same. Her pale skin made her blushed cheeks stand out much more, but she had surpassed the point in which she could control her emotions. She was past that turning spot.
Mina opened her mouth slightly, unconsciously, while watching Momo kiss her neck, the tip of the girl’s tongue feeding on her warm skin. After shivering for the thousandth time, her mind seemed to resume working properly, and she realized what she wanted. No. What she needed.
Urges stronger than her will, Mina turned her head slightly, putting them both in the perfect position she had been waiting for. She could feel Momo’s soft breathing on her nose, tickling her cheeks when the older girl hesitated for an instant.
Too late. Mina moved forward, clashing their lips together. After a couple of seconds, the ballerina started nibbling on the other girl’s lower lip, causing Momo to emit a series of moans that would stay engraved in her brain forevermore. Mina used her tongue to part Momo’s lips, the blonde’s presence making her feel bolder than ever. When had she tried to become the dominant one? But when Momo’s arms lost strength and released the girl’s waist, Mina knew she had her opportunity. In a streak of wanting, she bit on Momo’s tongue, hard, the action eliciting a longer moan and back arching from the blonde girl. Apparently feeding on her lips, Mina couldn’t control her own actions, desire going further than her rational mind could reach.
The tables were turned.
Mina had her hands on Momo in no time, her pale fingers swift as wind while taking the peach girl’s clothes off. The blonde girl’s red bra was exposed in all its glory, the most perfect body Mina had ever seen right in front of her. No matter how it wasn’t her first time contemplating Momo’s strongly-defined abs, the soft curve of her breasts, Mina was still mesmerized about the girl’s sublime body.
" You are perfect," she managed to say in between heavy panting.
Momo smiled softly, but she shook her head in disagreement. She looked right into Mina’s dark eyes, the two girls sharing an intimate gaze. The world around them had stopped existing: nothing else mattered right then. The music was a faint sound that helped to get them on their very own bubble. She lowered her lips towards the girl's face, kissing Mina's nose. The freckle on her nose; the one on top of her lip. Soft spots that made Mina who she was. The intimate contact was broken when Momo pulled back with a smirk, leaving soft affection in the past.
Momo winked at Mina out of a sudden, swiftly moving up the younger girl’s neck. The pale, smooth skin there was waiting for her to nibble on it, to scratch it softly with her teeth. Mina shivered at the actions, but Momo didn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. When she took the girl’s earlobe in between her warm lips, using her tongue to pleasure it like she knew would turn Mina crazy, the red-haired felt her knees go weak. She held onto Momo’s waist for support, but the blonde betrayed her and lowered her body to the wooden floor, Mina ending up lying right beneath Momo. They weren’t on equal footing anymore.
The older girl moved back to contemplate the body under her. She moved so her legs would be straddling Mina’s hips, the girl’s torso right in front of her for her to study carefully. She wanted to remember every detail, every second. Ever sound, every expression that Mina made because of her.
She lowered her upper body over Mina, the loose locks of still-damp hair tickling the younger girl’s cheeks softly while they shared a gaze and their breaths. Using those heavenly-sculptured abs, Momo held her body merely an inch from Mina’s, so close that she could count the girl’s eyelashes. Mina held her breath when Momo licked her lips, the sexual tension filling the air too much for her to bear.
Momo had her left hand on Mina’s neckline, the pressure soft but strong, so the girl had nowhere to go. Her other arm was over there, grabbing the girl’s wrist, immobilizing her completely. The glint of a smile appeared in the blonde hair’s lips, excitement and anticipation because of having Mina right there for her.
Slowly, very slowly, Momo slid one of her hands down Mina’s body, resting it on the girl’s waist. Her fingertips flickered around the hem of the girl’s shirt, toying with it. Something clicked in her mind, and she lowered her face even more, millimeters between their lips.
Surrounded by an atmosphere full of piano music, they felt like they were on their very own bubble, away from the world. Mina’s eyes were wide open, trying to guess what Momo’s next movement would be.
"I can’t bear you having so many clothes on right now," she breathed against her, and Mina almost hit her peak then. Momo was really taking it too slow.
"Hurry up then," Mina hushed back. The sound of her voice, husky with lust, made Momo smile in anticipation, the corners of her mouth twisted in an evil grin. Mina wondered what was going to happen next.
In less than half a second, Momo had pulled Mina’s upper body up in between her arms, using her hand to release the red hair from the rubber band that tightened it into a ponytail. Then her hands seemed to lose control, roaming freely against Mina’s shirt. Momo pulled the hem of the piece of clothing upwards, raising an eyebrow. The younger girl got the sign and lifted her arms, helping Momo get her out of the shirt that was in between their skins.
"Much better." Momo looked at Mina’s chest appreciatively, and the younger girl blushed up to her hair roots. Without any further comment, Momo got back to making Mina go crazy. In a matter of seconds, her lips were kissing their way down the red-head’s cleavage, Mina’s arousal more and more obvious every second through the soft cloth of her lacy black bra. She arched her back in pleasure, Momo using that movement to sneak her hands on Mina’s back and unclasp the bra, leaving the girl’s breasts exposed for her to see and explore.
Momo’s kisses reached the waist of Mina’s shorts, obvious tension filling the room. The blonde girl lifted her eyes from the girl’s body to look right into her eyes, looking for confirmation. When Mina, her lips parted in expectation, nodded softly, Momo knew what she was supposed to do.
She played with the zipper of Mina’s shorts for a while, making the girl excited and nervous, before she decided to get rid of the remaining clothes. In less than a minute, Mina’s naked body lay under Momo’s, which was barely covered in her underwear.
"Like what you see?" Mina looked at Momo expectantly, and the older girl licked her lips before answering.
"A lot."
Momo slid her fingers up Mina's leg, resting them in the soft spot of her inner thigh. Mina moaned in response, unconsciously parting her legs even more, and that gave Momo all the access she needed. Mina lost control of her body when Momo scratched her back while using her tongue to make her go wild, the red-haired girl's hips moving on their own. The younger girl couldn’t help the sensations any longer, every trace of intended domination forgotten since she stared to arch her back in an impossible way, her legs clenched together tightly because of Momo’s hungry actions.
Uncontrollable moans went out of Mina's lips, frantic sighs of anticipation filling the room while Momo just smirked. When she laughed against Mina's soft flesh, that sent the girl over the edge, arching her back in a way only someone with her flexibility could manage. Mina closed her eyes while letting her head rest on the wooden floor, taking a deep breath.
When she opened them, she caught Momo staring right into her eyes, their sweaty bodies sliding easily over each other. Mina bit her lip, thinking, and in the blink of an eye their roles were switched. The younger girl positioned herself on top of Momo's waist, her nails leaving a red welt down the blonde girl's back. Momo's moan was a combination of shock and a sudden strike of pleasure from Mina's harsh actions.
It barely took Mina a few seconds to get rid of Momo's underwear, impatient as she was. The girl with sun-kissed hair was usually the dominating one, but she could get submissive as ever when she needed release. And that was what was happening. Momo's deep voice begged Mina to take her already, to which the younger girl just arched an eyebrow to tease her.
She went harder than Momo had, and the scream that left the blonde girl's lips was enough proof of it.
"When did you even learn to do that?" Momo asked after her body had stopped shaking, but Mina just smirked in response.
They stared at each other hungrily, panting heavily; Momo hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath for such a long while. She ran her nails up and down Mina’s bare back, the mirrors around her making the situation incredibly more exciting. The two tangled in each other's body; contact as intimate as it could get.
The door opened wide open out of a sudden, getting both girls to gasp in surprise, and a baby-faced girl with silver-y pigtails appeared, arching an eyebrow.
"Again?"