Momo x Nayeon Shots

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Warning: Futanari + older Momo. If you're uncomfortable with it, get out of here now.

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"Damn, what a great timing", the Japanese groans as her stomach grumbled.  She's feeling hungry. Eh? She always munches on food, her workmates even teases her about it but nobody else could question her except for their boss. Her boss.

This time it's got to be real hunger. She's famished, considering that she hasn't really eaten for breakfast and skipping over dinner last night due to work she had to finish for the deadline. She was too exhausted to even reheat any food available in the fridge.

"Are you ready to order ma'am", the waiter approached her, asking her with a thick accent. She was already inside a restaurant just waiting.

"Well, my girlfriend's still in the washroom. I have to wait for her, you know, asthma", she placed her hand on her chest. "Do you know what's asthma?"

"It's when you have difficulty breathing", the guy smiled.

The Japanese shakes her head, "Asthma. I have to asthma girlfriend."

The waiter almost hit her for laughing too much. Is it that funny? Well maybe, the guy almost in tears. The waiter left after saying that he'll be back when her girlfriend's back. A few more minutes, her girlfriend was back and sat across from her.

"What's with the smile, Momo-ssi", her girlfriend's brows raised, confused of her toothy smile.

"i'm just happy my boss is treating me for lunch. I haven't eaten breakfast."

The latter was not amused from hearing that, lightly squeezing her hand that was atop the table. "I told you not to skip breakfast, right? If you keep doing that I'm not letting you get back home when your sister's not around, Hirai."

"Yes, Ms. Im Nayeon."

"I'm serious or I'll have to kick you back to Korea or better yet in Japan. You can choose."

Momo chuckled at the latter's expression. It was now her turn to give the woman's hand a squeeze, "I came here 'cause I don't want to be away from you. I'll stay in with you, for good. Does that sound better?"

"Way way better", Nayeon showed her bunny smile that Momo loves, earning a gentle pinch on the cheek from her girlfriend. Just then, the same waiter that approached Momo has gotten their orders.

"I think he likes you", Nayeon was glaring at the waiter's retreating back. "All smiley smiley", her tone says it all, she's really jealous.

"Ey", Momo brushes her thought away, "When you were away he asked my order, I said I have asthma."

"Asthma? Since when", the Korean was seemingly concerned for her lover.

"I had to ASTHMA girlfriend before ordering", Momo cheekily smiled, followed by a playful wink. Nayeon covers her face in embarrassment, telling Momo how lame she really is with her puns.

Their meal went on, talking about random things like Nayeon wanting to have her hair dyed red and Momo just agreeing and even telling her how hot she'd probably look. They also talked about their business since they're partners in handling the firm but as they have agreed upon before venturing out to any of their businesses, they wouldn't really talk much about those businesses unless they're in their workplace or if it's something important. They can't just have their lives revolve around work, especially the fact that they're in one field, one workplace.

"It's gonna be long weekend, do you want to somewhere", Momo starts to ask when when arrived back in the office.

"Why not? We've been drowning ourselves with work", Nayeon wiggles her eyebrows, probably excited from the idea Momo has. Besides, they have no time to do anything with just the two of them. Nayeon was mostly busy with her clothing line in Korea, having the need to travel every now and then from Australia since they're residing in the country. Momo on the other hand, the one fully managing the architecture firm.