Dahmo one-shots :)

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Momo moved her hands cross Dahyun's bare back. She closed her eyes relishing the feeling of the smoothness of her skin. She ran her fingers down her spine, causing the girl in her arms to shiver. Her fingers brushed against a small mole at the base of her back. She opened her eyes to look at it and smiled. It was incredibly cute, but she wasn't sure if she would tell Dahyun that.

"You have a mole just here." Momo breathed out, running her fingers over it again.

"Do I?" Dahyun asked, her voice a little wobbly. She was nervous. So cute!

Dahyun's own hands were moving across Momo's arms.

"What happened here?" She mumbled, moving back a bit to pull Momo's right arm into view. She ran one finger along the length of a thick white scar that ran from Momo's shoulder to her elbow. She would normally hide it under oversized shirts and hoodies, so Dahyun had never seen it before now when they sat before each other completely naked and exposed.

Momo shrugged, secretly enjoying the younger girl's touches on her scar. She had never been so grateful for it in her life.

"I had an accident when I was seven." Momo explained, leaning her head back on Dahyun's shoulder and breathing in her scent. "I fell off a balance beam at my gymnastics class. I haven't been able to do it since."

"Because you're afraid?" Dahyun moved her head so her lips touched the scar. The place where her lips fell burned. Momo's face flushed red.

"Partly." Momo answered, slightly breathless.

Dahyun's hands moved again, along her arms to her chest, over her breasts and to her stomach. Momo wanted to melt into Dahyun's touch. Her hands were so soft and careful as they touched her. After the short pause, Dahyun spoke again, her hands running up and down against Momo's muscles.

"So that's why you dance then." She guessed. Momo made a noise in response. A little puff of air that tickled Dahyun's ear.

Momo, curious, moved her hands to Dahyun's thighs.

"You have a birthmark." She noted, looking at a strangely shaped patch of discolouration on Dahyun's perfect white skin positioned right below her hips. "It looks like Japan." She laughed, causing Dahyun to smack her in the stomach.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"It doesn't look like Japan." Dahyun whined. "You're just making fun of me now."

Momo giggled and placed a kiss on Dahyun's neck. Dahyun would never get tired of hearing that laugh.

"I love you." Momo said, in hopes that Dahyun would forgive her. "Every part of you."

Dahyun didn't say anything. She just sighed in defeat, running her fingers along the scar on Momo's arm that had made her a dancer. She tried to imagine Momo without the scar, but to her surprise, she couldn't even when she had only discovered it today. But she supposed without the scar, she wasn't really Momo.

She would admit, that maybe she didn't know Momo all that well. Maybe they were rushing into things. Maybe this would all end in disaster, but right now, all she could see was the wall in front of her as she was wrapped in Momo's arms and all she could feel were the careful hands all over her body, all she could hear was their breathing and their heartbeats and all she could smell was the cheap perfume that she had bought for Momo for her birthday that she always seemed to wear.

She loved Momo too.

A/N: Hi and welcome to my outlet of emotions in regards to Dahmo which should be real but probably isn't. All of these one-shots are inspired by prompts from an OTP prompt generator that I put the link to in the description. So none of these ideas are mine :) 

If y'all have any requests at all, you can request to. I have a lot more Dahmo in store... ;)