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“Careful,” Momo whispered in Dahyun’s ear. “You almost dropped my phone.” She tsked in her ear and bit it. Dahyun’s reply was wordless, yet hardly an attempt to push back on a whimper with a bite of her lip.
Momo watched her carefully. In the mirror, Dahyun’s body rolled into her hand. Her hand holding the camera was steadier than the rest of her body. Her blush was deep and her lip still trapped between teeth, quivering all the same. Momo smirked, licked her lips, snatched Dahyun’s other hand running to cover her mouth, brought it to her waist instead, urging her to grip.
“Oh baby you can hold it better than that.”
Dahyun locked eyes with her in the mirror, shaking her head. “Momo, please.”
“You were doing so well. You don’t want us to get caught, right?”
Dahyun shook her head again.
“I’d hate to stop when I can tell you’re getting close.”
Momo bit the side of her arm, tasted her skin for a moment long, then slowly pulled her fingers out and lifted Dahyun off her lap.
“No,” Dahyun whined quietly. She gripped Momo’s wrist, but Momo already had her fingers in her mouth before Dahyun could tug. She pouted watching Momo suck her fingers clean. In such a way that immediately had Momo wanting them back inside her.
She pulled herself out of Dahyun’s weak grip. “Turn around,” she whispered, hands at her hips to urge her on. Dahyun was quickly situated on the fitting room bench with her ass up, half bare with her impeding underwear. “Hand me the phone.”
Dahyun looked over her shoulder as she gave it to her. Momo aimed the camera where her eyesight had landed. “Look.” She pushed the underwear down slightly with one finger.
“Mhm,” Dahyun moaned in incentive, Momo’s fingers barely rubbing at her clit. She pressed in, then retracted her touch when Dahyun jumped.
“Tell me, are you gonna keep quiet?”
“I can.”
“Even when I make it hard?” Momo leaned into her, pinning her to the wall above the bench. She kissed the back of her neck. “I love it when you want to be my good girl.”
Dahyun shivered. “Fuck.”
Momo leaned back. “You’ll be good?” She rubbed at Dahyun’s ass.
“Uh huh.”
“And you’ll do as I say?”
“Anything.”
She moved her hand to lightly snap the band at Dahyun’s hip. “Take this off so I can see.”
Dahyun pulled down her underwear, slowly for Momo to film. She left them at the bottom of her thighs, enough to give Momo the access she needed. Momo panned the camera up to Dahyun’s face, strained, pouting and pleading quietly.
Momo let a finger slide between two wet lips where the camera couldn’t see, but only her, just for a moment, getting lost in Dahyun instantly rocking back into her. She caught herself on the fifth pass of Dahyun’s hips and a soft moan touching her lips. Momo moved her fingers away altogether. A moment's clarity, a pout returned to Dahyun’s face. Momo rubbed her lower back, reminding her.
“You have to keep quiet.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Please.”
“You sure?”
Dahyun shook her head and pushed her ass toward her hand, laying on her arms.
“Momo, I need you,” she whimpered so quietly Momo almost didn’t hear it. But she did.
She slowly slipped two fingers inside. Dahyun accepted them greedily, clenching desperately, silent begging Momo to move once she was full with them.
Momo fucked her hard, tense, demanding. Pant after pant, muted, spread into Dahyun’s arm, heavy and weighing her down. Momo’s camera closed in on her fingers gradually speeding up, fluttering down. Another cry almost escaped Dahyun, but it didn’t seem to rouse any traffic outside the door. Or Momo hoped not as she continued on carelessly.
The risk was worth the way Dahyun was squeezing her fingers, soaking them, throbbing and running hot in her palm. Dahyun had come the hardest since Momo started this practice of cornering her in various semi-public spaces and filming their endeavors. As Momo often did, she got so turned on by it she considered leaving it out of order, having her absolute way with Dahyun right then and there.
Whether it be the looming threat of legal ramifications, or their friends finding out they'd been sneaking around like this again, or the enticement of using their plethoric toy collection at home, Momo let the logical part of her brain win her out. Somewhat.
She was on her knees in a matter of seconds, letting Dahyun grind into her face. Momo drank her up, barely letting a drop get past her hand. She’d loudly dropped her phone on the floor at some point. It took Dahyun what felt like considerable time to stop trembling. Momo wasn’t helping; she hadn’t it in her to not draw it out, to not taste her selfishly. It was the part she missed most of all, getting to put her mouth on Dahyun. Sometimes, Momo could come from that alone.
Even so, getting themselves together afterward was lacking a mess. Momo’s only oversight–admitting to Dahyun that she’d accidentally ended the video when diving to eat her out.
“Shameless,” Dahyun chastised Momo, taking a sanitary pack from Momo’s purse rather than her own, pulling a wipe to clean the bench, then threw it in a nearby trash bin. She tugged at Momo’s shirt and countered her unconvincing look of innocence, eyeing her up and down knowingly. But soon turned her focus to small, slippery buttons.
Momo couldn’t help but to giggle at the small bunch of focus folded in the skin between her eyes. “Stop laughing,” Dahyun rolled her eyes and smacked Momo’s arm. “So I can finish these.”
Momo swallowed a couple chuckles to allow Dahyun to fix her shirt. Done, Dahyun tapped her chest and turned to the shirts hanging next to them.
“You still want try these on?” Dahyun asked.
“Um,” Momo closed her eyes for a moment and chuckled. “No.”
Dahyun scoffed and picked the hangers off the wall. “You risk getting the wrong size–”
“I know my size.”
“And still expect me to buy them.”
“You offered!”
“When?”
“When I ate you out yesterday morning,” she said quietly.
“When I’d just woken up.”
“You were begging.”
“Like, I said,” Dahyun leaned in against Momo’s lips and whispered, “Shameless,” before she backed away. She let the air hang in between them where Momo had tried to bring their lips together. Momo didn't realize at first that Dahyun had left the fitting room. Only once it clicked did she follow her way out.
“I’ll pay you back.” Momo said once caught up to Dahyun at the register. She kissed her cheek seeing she’d already paid.
Dahyun smiled. “I know.” She handed Momo the bag for her to carry. “By trying on everything I bought you.”
“Everything? I only got a few shirts,” Momo muttered. She opened the bag to see what she'd forgotten she wanted. She gasped.
“Dahyun!” Her eyes were wide, looking at the endless silk lace while Dahyun smirked. “When did you get these?”
“Maybe you’ll start paying attention whenever we shop together.” She headed toward the escalator, leading to the mall exit.
For a second time, Momo had to remember to follow her. “Maybe I won’t.”