Perhaps - Sana X Momo

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A/N: The song above has a personal meaning to me. I was listening to it and I wanted to change the memory so much that I didn't even think for a second before writing this one shot. I hope you'd listen to it while reading this, as it's kind of the effect I was going for. Thanks ❤

P. S : this is one of the shortest things I've ever written, sorry lol

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"Good morning, babe."

"I'm not your babe. You wanted to fuck, so we fucked. Please leave now, I paid for the room."

She watched as the unknown girl hurriedly threw her clothes on, muttering some curses at her before leaving the room. Sana barely blinked, staring blankly at the crumpled, white sheets and the contrast of her naked skin against them. A soft sigh slipped through her lips, perhaps of satisfaction, or maybe of guilt. But she didn't feel either. The girl got out of bed and found herself under steaming water, the bathroom door left open. She simply dried herself off, slipping her clothes on in front of the mirror, eyes tracing over the darkened hickeys on her neck and shoulders. That damned bitch loved to bite, and she wasn't even a good fuck. Sana opened the mini fridge, finding a small bottle of pineapple flavoured tequila. She only took a sip, leaving the open bottle in the room as the door closed behind her.
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"Wanna go another round?"

"No. Please leave."

A sigh escaped the girl's lips, one of guilt and satisfaction. She barely acknowledged the girl leaving after putting on her clothes, only hearing the front door slam shut. Momo laid there a little longer, naked against the sheets, thinking of Sana. She wondered if the girl was somewhere, naked against some other sheets, in another girl's arms, or alone like she was. She wondered if the girl thought of her when she was in the same position, if she felt guilt as well, if she got satisfied from the sex. But Momo knew. Sana's conscience didn't know what guilt was, and the girl... She was just...

"Insatiable.." Momo murmured against Sana's lips as her fingers slipped through the girl's slick folds, making her moan out.

The girl came once, then twice, then passed out when Momo fucked her into her fourth orgasm. She cleaned Sana up well, pulling the covers over her bare skin, staring at the foreign hickeys on her lover's neck. After taking a shower, she left their shared apartment, texting someone on her phone, and barely acknowledging the faint taste of pineapple in her mouth from Sana's kisses.

From Momo: Let's fuck. I'm coming to your place.

Momo pulled up in front of a somewhat familiar apartment. She carelessly made it to the second floor, rapping on the door. A girl opened, clad in her bra and panties, expecting no one else but Momo to be at the door. She pulled the taller latter in, slamming the door behind both of them as Momo stripped down, walking to Nayeon's bedroom with the older girl behind her. They got into the bed, exchanging meaningless smiles. Nayeon was soon on top of Momo, her long fingers buried inside the girl. No words had to be spoken. And Nayeon knew Momo wanted to get the bitter aftertaste of Sana out of her mouth, so she let the girl eat her out like a second meal.

"Why don't you just...end it?"

Momo turned to look at Nayeon, her eyes tracing over the naked body beside her.

"I can't. We need each other."

Momo kissed Nayeon a last time before leaving the apartment, thinking of Sana. She wondered if Sana kissed them goodbye when she was done with them. But she knew. Sana didn't like goodbyes.

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From Sana: Can you come over? I need you.

Sana let the pale girl in, blindly diving into her lips as she backed the latter onto the bed, collapsing on top of her. Dahyun squirmed slightly, adjusting herself. The older girl was impatient, impulsive, desperate for Dahyun's lips to relieve the burning sensation Momo's tongue left in her mouth. Dahyun knew. She let Sana do whatever she wanted to do to her, feeling tears on her neck at one point, followed by a harsh bite and four fingers between her legs.

Sana's vision was hazy as she watched Dahyun give her an unreadable glance before leaving. She breathed in deeply, letting Dahyun's scent invade her senses, and pretending to miss the faded, foreign musk that trailed after Momo's. Sana fell asleep in her mid day haze, not minding the afternoon sun seeping through the white curtains. The warm light blanketed her naked body, a contrast to how cold she felt without Momo's lips on hers or her fingers between her thighs. She suddenly wanted her skin to burn from the sensation as desperately as she wanted it gone just moments before.

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Momo watched Sana's sleeping form, naked and glowing from the sunset beyond the translucent curtains. She thought about Sana. She wondered if the girl would push her away if she joined her on the bed and it wasn't to fuck. She wondered what would happen if she just held Sana in her arms, if she laced their fingers instead of drenching her hand in Sana's dripping orgasm, if they kissed without impulsive lust. She continued to stare, questions at the tip of her tongue. The moon lit the room when the sun's shift ended hours ago, and Momo still sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her lover. Lover. Funny word to describe her. The questions swirled around in her head, finding themselves in Momo's fingers when Sana turned to look at her, eyes hooded with exhaustion. The younger girl didn't need to tell Momo to come closer.

Momo asked all her questions, curious fingers curling inside Sana. Sana's orgasms didn't answer them, but she kept at it, hard, until the girl's tears slowed her down. Momo's fingertips were just barely caressing Sana's folds, making her whimper more vulnerably than she had ever done. She cried out, sobs wracking her body, and Momo eased her into one last orgasm, feeling the girl's cum coat her fingers for the fourth time that night. And Momo knew they were done fucking, because Sana's lucky number was four. She slipped the two fingers into Sana's mouth, letting the girl clean herself off of them. Tears streaked her cheeks, and Momo barely kissed them off. Sana flinched from the contact, feeling Momo's heart in her ministrations. Feeling. Momo's lips stung from the salty tears, and she could feel it. She could feel Sana's pain.

"Sana.. Let's- let's stop, okay?" Momo whispered, her voice raspy in Sana's ear.

Momo tilted her head up to face her. They stared and stared, eyes glazed with pent up emotions, glazed with something akin to love. Perhaps it was love, as their lips met, softly, gently, clean from their lust for each other for the first time. Perhaps it was love, as Sana's hands held on to Momo's neck, and Momo cupped her jaw ever so softly, fingertips barely touching the skin. Perhaps it was love, as they pulled apart slowly, getting lost in the moonlit constellations as they gazed into each other's eyes, the stars not clouded and darkened with arousal for the first time.

"I love you," Sana whispered, leaning into Momo's lips again. The older girl responded tenderly, and it was love.

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