A/N: Warning - This chapter is SPICY🌶️ A MiMo Oneshot just for Valentine's Day ❤️
You're on my mind since
You stole my heart, and I gave it to you
I just want you to hold me tight
Embrace me
You don't know me well enough yet
I don't know if you can handle me
If you're serious
Everyday is valentine
❤️
The chill of February wrapped around them as they strolled through the quiet streets of Kyoto, their footsteps light against the cobblestone paths. The city, with its ancient charm and glowing lanterns, seemed to embrace their presence, shielding them in its gentle secrecy. Wrapped in oversized hoodies, their faces masked, Momo and Mina moved incognito, blending into the night like two ordinary lovers stealing away for an evening meant just for them. They sneakily mentioned to the staff that they were taking their small vacations before their schedules in Japan, in separate regions, but with the help of Momo's family, Mina took different means of transportation to meet her in her hometown.
It had been months since they had a moment like this—untouched by the demands of the stage, the flashing cameras, and the ever-present eyes that watched their every move. But tonight, none of that mattered. This was their night. Their secret. Even if both of their family's knew about this romance, this was completely theirs to cherish.
Mina exhaled softly, her breath forming a faint cloud in the cold air as she glanced at Momo. "Where are you taking me first?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.
Momo grinned beneath her mask, her fingers grazing Mina's in the subtlest touch. "You'll see. Trust me."
Their first stop was a tiny takoyaki stall near Nishiki Market, one that Momo had read about in an old Kyoto travel guide. The vendor, an elderly man with a kind smile, handed them a steaming paper tray of golden, crispy octopus balls drizzled with sauce. They huddled together at the side of the stall, Mina pulling down her mask to take a bite, her lips parting in a satisfied hum.
Momo watched her, entranced, before reaching out to wipe a stray drop of sauce from the corner of Mina's mouth with her thumb. "You're adorable," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the market's ambient noise.
Mina smirked, tilting her head. "You just wanted an excuse to touch me."
"Maybe," Momo teased, popping a takoyaki into her own mouth.
They spent hours wandering through the city, slipping in and out of little shops—trying on matching rings in a quaint jewelry boutique, giggling as they sampled sweets from a confectionery, and whispering excitedly as they browsed through vintage vinyl records in a tucked-away store. It wasn't a particularly busy time for the shops, which was perfect for them. Nobody was suspicious of two of the most popular idols in the industry going on a date.
At some point, Mina tugged Momo into a deserted alleyway, pressing her against the cold brick wall, her fingers tracing the hem of Momo's hoodie. "I missed you," she whispered, her lips a breath away from Momo's.
Momo's hands found Mina's waist, pulling her in until there was no space between them. "Oh, did you?" she murmured back before capturing Mina's lips in a searing kiss. This was a thing they did for years. It almost became a competition, of who could steal a kiss first.
The city melted away. Time stood still. For that fleeting moment, they were just Mina and Momo, not idols, not public figures—just two lovers caught in the gravity of each other.
By the time they reached the hotel, their hearts were racing for an entirely different reason.
Momo handed her card to the front desk while Mina kept her hood low, her pulse thrumming in her ears. The moment the elevator doors slid shut, Mina turned to Momo, pressing her against the mirrored wall, her hands tangling in soft blonde hair.
"Someone's impatient," Momo teased, her lips curving into a smirk.
Mina's dark eyes burned with unspoken need. "You have no idea."
The second they stepped into their suite, the world outside ceased to exist. The room was bathed in soft golden light, a king-sized bed waiting for them in the center, framed by a breathtaking view of the Kyoto skyline. The faint scent of roses lingered in the air—Momo's doing, a romantic touch that made Mina's heart swell.
Momo barely had time to set her bag down before Mina was on her, pushing her against the door with a kiss so deep it stole her breath. The loud click seemed muted as they locked the door behind them. Hands roamed freely, desperate and wanting, as they peeled away layers of clothing, revealing feverish skin to the cool air.
Momo gasped as Mina's lips traveled down the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Mina," she breathed, her fingers tightening in Mina's dark hair.
Mina met her gaze, her eyes filled with something deeper than just desire—love, devotion, a quiet longing that only Momo could satisfy. "I want you," she confessed, her voice raw and honest.
Momo's response was immediate—her lips reclaiming Mina's, her hands tracing every inch of skin she could reach, memorizing, worshipping. They tumbled onto the bed, bodies molding together perfectly, moving in rhythm like a song only they knew.
Momo remained on top of Mina's frame, kissing from her neck down to her slim stomach, making sure to cover every inch of her smooth skin on the way. Her waist was bare and ready for her lover to claim. Momo adjusted herself lower onto the bed and held Mina's legs for support. She gazed at her vulnerable expression, eyebrows furrowed, those brown eyes yearning. Momo's blood ran hot every single time. She lowered her head as Mina inhaled a sharp gasp. Momo knew all the ways to pleasure her lover, all the ways to make her body tense up right under her tongue. She's a tease when they go out on their dates, but inside of the bedroom, there was no time for games.
"Don't stop, baby," Mina's words strung bliss in Momo's ear.
She started going faster, her face getting moistened with every movement. "Fucking delicious," her thoughts went rabid.
In these moments, nothing seemed to matter. They didn't care about being idols, dancers, singers, entertainers—this was their escape. They loved and lusted so deeply. Over a decade of memories and hidden emotions meant they had so much to catch up on. Every vacation was theirs to be who they truly were, together.
Mina searched for Momo's hand at her thigh and gripped like she was on the edge of a cliff.
"There...don't stop," she demanded. Momo became heavily turned on hearing Mina say these words, as she was the cause of them. Her tongue moved even faster.
In the split second, Mina threw her head back on the bed and let out a feral moan. This was the loudest she became, only between her and Momo. The ballerina's body trembled underneath, abdomen straining as she reached her climax.
Momo smiled, her mouth still on top of her. She took no time and hovered over, with their faces inches apart. Once Mina was able to open her eyes again, she giggled and turned red seeing Momo's cheeks covered with her own fluids. Her hands reached up and wiped them from her mouth. Momo smirked proudly and licked the palm that was moving on her face. "I missed you," she whispered. The dancer leaned down for a soft, yet tender kiss. Mina returned her own, slow and fervent, as if she was resetting for Round 2. She caressed Momo's neck and gently pushed her head towards her. Their tongues danced in perfect harmony with the open and close of their lips. The room sat still as their lingering breaths amplified.
