#Hirai Momo smut

[sinswithpleasure]

You Can Watch, But You Can't Touch [At Least, Not Yet]

Tokyo, a city that never sleeps. 

You've been a regular participant of the bustling nightlife for years, being a bartender for one of the most famous bars along Golden Gai. Many famous patrons have come and gone—you've hosted not only Japan's best, but Hollywood's best as well, and with the way you conduct your business—sweet talking the patrons whenever they strike your fancy—you're no stranger to bedding some of these celebrities. However, you may have just gotten yourself the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Hngh, my God~!"

"Mmf, aah, fu~ck~."

"Oh fuck yes, yes…"

You have no idea how you'd managed to sweet talk your way into the situation you were in now. You're in the suite of five-star Park Hyatt Hotel, in front of TWICE's Myoui Mina, Minatozaki Sana, and Hirai Momo. All three women are naked in front of you, and you're not wearing any clothes either, all of you having discarded your clothing on the way in. 

"Come join us here, Takagi~." Sana's saccharine voice, dripping with sexual desire, calls you forth to get on the massive bed, where all three women lie side by side. You don't know where to look—all three beautiful Japanese goddesses have their hands between their legs, fingers plunging deep into their dripping pussies. You field a glance towards all three women, and your cock twitches when Sana returns you a wink, Mina licks her lips after staring at your hard cock, and Momo blows you a kiss. Precum drips from the tip as you watch Mina fondle her breasts, soft moans escaping her lips as she tugs at a nipple between her fingers. 

Wet squelches echo around the room, mixed with the varying sets of moans. Sana is unabashedly loud, her sweet whines and moans music to your ears, going straight to your cock. Momo's pleasure is vocalized in her low sultry voice, every thrust of her fingers into her dripping cunt punctuated by a low hum. Mina is the softest amongst the three, just as she would be, but she sounds no less sexy—her angelic voice is something you've enjoyed whenever you listen to TWICE's music, but here, that same voice conquers your mind through soft, breathy moans. 

"Takagi~," Mina's moan of your name has you twitching once more, your cock at its stiffest. You shift closer to the three idols, and Mina stares intently at your cock as you move, her fingers plunging faster into her cunt. 

"Takagi, please join us, mmf~... Join us and stroke your cock for us, please~!"

There was no way you were denying yourself the relief you needed, and neither would you deny Mina the pleasure of having her request fulfilled. You grab your cock and slowly lather your precum across your length before gently stroking your cock for the idols to watch. You softly grunt as the pleasure seeps into your system, and you watch as the eyes of all three women burn with lust at your display. 

"Takagi, who's your favourite out of the three of us?" Momo's signature low voice cuts through your pleasure, and you turn to look at the oldest of the three. The oldest girl has one hand on her left breast, and she kneads it gently, the flesh spilling from between her fingers. You're momentarily stunned by that display—to see Momo's huge breasts like that so intimately, you'd be an idiot not to enjoy it for as long as you can

"Answer me, Takagi~. Momo-onee-chan's waiting~." 

"I— I…" You're unable to even formulate any coherent sentence—Sana chooses that moment to moan your name, which draws your attention to her. She flashes you her million-dollar smile, ever full of mischief, promising nothing but seduction in this instance. You're fully aware you're being toyed around by the three Japanese megastars, but you're powerless to protest, and neither do you wish to as well. 

"Ta. Ka. Gi. Answer Momoring's question, please~."

"I…, oh God, fuck—" You partially moan out of pleasure, and out of indecision—not on who's your favourite, but on whether your answer would have any repercussions. Tonight could go anywhere—the only thing you'd known was that you were chosen by MiSaMo to be their sexual partner for tonight, but you weren't sure about the details. Even on the extremely short drive here to the Park Hyatt from the bar, all you were allowed to know about tonight's experience was that you would "enjoy tonight thoroughly and fully", or so Sana said. 

"Please tell us, Takagi?" You have no idea how Mina manages to look cute as she puts on her aikyo (愛嬌) for you even as she's fucking herself, pouting and whining while her fingers plunge deep into her pussy and draw more and more of her arousal to stain the sheets below. You nearly cum at the sight, and all three women giggle when you rip your hand away from your cock, your hips jerking as a few drops of hot, thick semen drip from your tip. 

"Oh, Minaring, look at what you've done!" Momo giggles in amusement, bumping the youngest of the trio with her elbow. "You've just made Takagi cum a little."

"Guess we know who's the favourite now, Momoring~."

You're absolutely embarrassed—you thought you'd be able to edge yourself, but Mina just being herself has you unable to control yourself fully, and you'd just lost a bit of your precious load you were saving for them. Sana must have sensed your disappointment. 

"It's okay, Takagi. Minaring has this effect on people. I'm sure you have more cum in those big balls for us, don't you~?"

"Y-Yes!" Eager to prove, to please, you begin to stroke yourself again, this time reaching below to fondle your balls as well. The low groan you let out draws giggles from the stars opposite you, and you open eyes that you'd closed in pleasure. In front of you, Mina has changed her method slightly—she rubs circles on her clit, her pussy still leaking and dripping. Next to her, the whirr of a vibrator starts up—Momo holds a Hitachi wand to her clit, and she throws her head back, moaning, her free hand on Mina's leg now after letting go of her breasts momentarily. Now, you get to look at the oldest girl's breasts without any obstruction—she arches her back at a particularly strong burst of pleasure, and you gawk at her heaving breasts jiggling as she bucks her hips, deep moans serving as vocal evidence of the sexual relief she enjoys. Sana is the only girl still fingering herself, but now she has three fingers in her, her eyes switching between you and her group mates, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she whines and moans in pleasure watching everyone else masturbate together with her. 

"Takagi…" Mina's call for you is breathy, shaky from the pleasure coursing through her veins. You're forced to rip your hand away from your cock again, lest you tip over the edge. This does not go unnoticed—Sana and Momo are giggling again at your obvious weakness for Mina. Mina continues, unfazed. "Let's—mmf~—strike a deal." 

"W-What?" You're dying to hear what Mina has to say. It'd probably be worth it, but you know that it'd probably be difficult, considering your current situation. 

"If… If you—oh~!—you last… l-longer than the three of us, we'll—fuck—I…" Mina trails off as she pushes her fingers back into her cunt again, before pulling them out. 

"What she means, Takagi…" Sana takes over for their youngest. "...is that if you manage to edge yourself until all three of us have enjoyed our orgasms, you'll get to fuck the three of us."

"A—Are you sure?" You can't believe your ears—this sounds too good to be true. 

"Are you calling me a liar?" Sana's grin promises she isn't offended—she's just teasing, as usual. "Of course we're sure. If you last long enough, we'll fuck you. One by one, in any position and hole you want."

"We'll even go again, if you can keep up." Momo adds on as she winks, her vibrator turned off for this negotiation. "Something tells me you can."

"Takagi." Mina's soft call gets your attention. "If you finish last, I'll fuck you first."

You'd have been a fool not to agree. The three idols grin, and Momo's vibrator clicks on again as you begin to stroke. This time, a second and third whirr join the first—Sana has another Hitachi wand in her hands, and a dildo in the other. She pushes the dildo in her as the toy comes into contact with her clit, and she lets out a long moan at the pleasure. Next to her, Mina also now has a vibrator—a dildo with a clit massager—and she toys around with it, stimulating herself with different angles. All three women moan your name, staring at you, blatantly displaying their desires and fantasies as they pleasure themselves, and you jerk yourself hard and fast at the sight in front of you. Precum coats your tip, and you spread it all across your cock as you jerk, eyes locked on the idols in front of you. You feast on the sight of Sana and Mina with their arms pushing against either side of their breasts, squeezing them together, before looking at Momo's massive chest jiggling as she writhes in pleasure.

"Takagi, oh God~." Momo calls for your attention. "I want your cock in me so bad, fuck…" 

"Oh yeah?" You can't help but indulge in the dirty talk. "What else?"

"I need that cock shooting into me, Takagi. I love the feeling of it, the warmth of semen filling me up." Momo begins to finger herself again as she turns up the vibrator. "Especially when these two watch me take it."

A blush spreads across Mina's face at Momo's words, whereas a smile spreads across Sana's. 

"That's right, Takagi. Momo lo~ves being bred by thick hard cocks like yours." Sana grins even as she fucks herself, her sentences punctuated by the occasional moan. A pout forms on her face at the next sentence. "And she always wants us to watch, because she loves making us jealous." 

"Don't lie, Sattang. You love watching me cum on hard cocks as much as you love cumming on them too." Momo's rebuttal has Sana giggling, and your brain is filled with the thought that this was a regular occurrence. You groan at the thought, your cock twitching as more precum bursts from the tip. 

"Oooh, Takagi liked that, Momoring~." 

"Mmm, of course. Bet you he's wondering how many men we've fucked like that."

Your eyes betray your curiosity—something all three girls pick up.

"We're not kissing and telling, Takagi~." Sana's quick to tease. "But I'm going to say… the most we've had was sex with three different men at the same time each, one after the other." A wink accompanies the reveal, before Mina moans again. She is clearly revisiting the experience—

"Oh yes, those three…" Momo joins in to add further context, just to rile you up further. "Their cocks were just as long and thick as yours, Takagi. They fucked us so good that we weren't able to get up for a while."

The image of Mina, Sana, and Momo next to each other, semen dripping from their used pussies, naked bodies glistening with sweat as they are right now, nearly has you cumming. You once again edge yourself, whimpering at the denied orgasm. 

"I think you'd be happy to know that our Minaring here…" Sana fields Mina a glance, "...liked it the most. Every time she came…"

Sana's voice drops low, as if to let you in on a secret.

"She squirted all over her partners."

"Oh f—, no, no!" Your cock visibly twitches at the imagery of Mina's squirting orgasm, and to both your pleasure and disappointment, you're barely able to finish your speech before spurts of semen burst from your tip, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Shot after shot of semen sprays through the air, with your first five shots spray onto Mina's body, and the next five spraying all over the bedsheets, more semen firing from the tip.

The moment your hot semen sprays all over Mina's breasts, tummy, thighs, and ass, the youngest Japanese girl shudders, eyes rolling back in her head in a picture-perfect ahegao. She orgasms hard—the toy in her pussy is expelled out of her body onto the bed as her hips buck hard, and a long gush of squirt showers everyone on the bed. Burst after burst of Mina's juices rain over you, and your cock twitches again, just a little painfully after that intense orgasm. The Japanese girl writhes, shudders, and bucks as her orgasm takes her, and when she falls still, a panting, exhausted, sweaty mess, you can see the satisfied grin on her face, her eyes meeting yours. 

"Takagi, you failed." Momo's the first to get up, and Sana follows after. Both girls stop pleasuring themselves, and they share a look to each other before grinning. 

"I see you're still hard." Sana licks her lips at the sight of your cock, strings of semen clinging to the tip. "A pity we're not going to be able to help you with that…" 

You must've looked so pathetic and lost that Sana and Momo end up giggling at your predicament. All is lost, you think, until Momo speaks. 

"We'll give you one more chance, Takagi. Would you like that?"

"Y-Yes, please, anything!"

"Hehe, so eager and needy for our pussies…" Momo bites her lip, eyes raking over your body. "You're lucky we want to fuck ourselves on that cock as much as you want to pump our tight cunts full of cum."

Both girls give their youngest member a look. Mina is at her sexiest right now, her wanton body spread open for everyone to see. Her pussy clenches on nothing, slick dripping from her hole, semen staining her thighs, ass, and body. The afterglow of her orgasm is evident—she looks so fucking hot like that. 

"Since Mina offered…" Sana turns back to you with a bright smile, not unlike those you'd see on variety shows, or in TWICE TVs. "If you can show us how well you can fuck her, we'll fuck you."

You need no further invitation. Mina welcomes you eagerly when you crawl over—she spreads her legs wide for you, and she begs you with her eyes and hands. The look she gives you is of pure submission, and you look below to see her spreading her pussy open to welcome your cock. Both Sana and Momo crawl up to either side of you, and they watch you rub your hard cock against Mina's pussy, drawing soft moans from her. 

"Takagi, in me, please~!" Mina's quick to beg, the desperation eating away at her patience.

"Put it in, come on." With a soft push on your back, you penetrate Mina for the first time. Mina loudly moans as you stretch her walls—she's a tight fit, but you slide in with not much resistance, with how wet she is. Inch after inch, your cock disappears into her, and you swear you're in heaven. The pleasure you derive from her walls squeezing you, mixed with the natural scents of Sana and Momo beside you has you almost delirious—you can't believe this is truly happening. When you hilt, you groan loudly, and Mina whines as your cock twitches deep in her. 

"Go on, fuck her. Show us how a man like you fucks a woman, Takagi."

You're unable to keep your groan soft when you pull out of Mina's cunt and thrust back in. Mina joins you in vocalizing her pleasure, and she pulls you in to plant her lips on yours. You're surprised, naturally, but you adapt quickly—soon enough, her tongue is against yours in a hot, openmouthed kiss. You begin to pick up the pace—slow thrusts grow quicker, though you're still ensuring to keep it soft to let Mina adjust to the stretch. 

"Faster."

At Momo's command, you begin to increase the strength of your thrusts. The claps of your pelvis against Mina's ass are steadily getting louder, just as Mina's moans do as well.

"Takagi, fuck her. Make her scream." Sana crawls next to you, her low whisper next to your ear. The hot breath against your skin has you shuddering. "Look at Mina, moaning like that whenever you stretch her. She loves it, wants it, needs it, even craves for it." Sana's smile is audible in her speech. "So fuck her."

Momo is next—you feel her breasts press against your back, and she grabs you on your hips, her lips just right next to your other ear. You're starting to get dizzy with the pleasure of all three women being this close to you. Sana nibbles your earlobe, and Momo kisses you on the neck, leaving little hickeys trailing. 

"Look at her, look at how you're bulging her tummy. Look at how wide she spreads her legs for you, how much she begs you to fuck her. Come on, fuck her like you mean it."

You finally give in to your baser desires. You send thrust after thrust into Mina, the strength of each snap of your hips only increasing. The young star beneath you cries out in pleasure as she writhes, shakes, trembles at the sensations that course through her. 

"So big, so good, Takagi~!"

Mina's name might as well have been a mantra, with the claps of your body meeting hers keeping the tempo. You're not able to do much of anything else—her tight walls squeeze you just right, the warmth of her body wrapped around your shaft only enhancing the pleasure of sex with her. You only fuck her faster and harder when you have bursts of energy, and when you hear both Sana and Momo join Mina in moaning, you open your eyes to feast on the sight of all three women in pleasure, be it through toys, or you.

"Yes, just like that, fuck her, yes!"

"Mmf, Takagi, keep going~!"

Mina's call for you comes a second later. 

"You heard what Sattang and Momoring said, Takagi. Please use me, fuck me, make me scream!"

With these final instructions, you begin to pound Mina. The other two women clearly appreciate this—they finger themselves harder, moans more drawn-out, and Mina, most of all, loves it. You feel her walls tighten and get wetter around you, and her moans grow in frequency and pitch as she draws closer and closer, the claps of sex louder and louder—

"TakaGI, I'M—!!"

Mina never finishes her sentence—she wails in pleasure instead as she hits her peak. Her hips buck hard, and squirt gushes into the air as your cock falls out of her, twitching hard. You were close, so close, and you grip Mina forcefully by the hips to hilt back into her. The feeling of her squirt gushing against your body paired with the tight squeeze of her walls as well as the friction of penetration causes you to explode deep within her. You freeze as your thick, hot semen paints Mina's walls and womb white, blast after blast of your cum shot deep into the youngest's body. At the same time, Sana and Momo orgasm right next to the both of you, twin jets of squirt showering both you and Mina as you ride out your orgasms. 

When you pull out from Mina, exhausted, you fall onto the stained sheets, uncaring of where you lie. Immediately, your semen bubbles out of Mina's freshly-used cunt and drips down her skin, and both Sana and Momo reach between their youngest's legs to taste your cum. 

"Mm, Takagi, you're delicious…" Sana licks her lips as her eyes twinkle, and Momo only grins at you, her stare just as lustful. 

"Good job, Takagi…"

Both Japanese women tug you, and they lead you to a drier part of the bed. They both take turns making out with you, and you're ready to go in a matter of minutes. 

"I see you're ready~." Momo takes her position as she straddles you and lines your cock up to her cunt. Sana swings a leg over your face, and you know you're in for even more fun. 

The last you remember is Sana and Momo sinking down on you, and at that moment, you swear that Heaven is a place on Earth.

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[ze-ppe-li]

G!P Nayeon would call you every time she's at dance practice, without anyone looking at her, she'd jerk herself off while telling you on the phone how much she wants you. Has anyone see her? Screw them, you are definitely more important, and she is more than excited to come home to fuck you.

G!P Jeongyeon would deny your orgasms if you have not behaved well in public, your hole would already be completely lubricated, begging for her cock to fill it, and after a lot of teasing, just when you're about to cum, she pulls out, adoring the way you whine so that she lets you come.

G!P Momo is the definition of "sub in the streets, dom in the sheets", the way your ass rocked against her thigh made her let one or another whimper out of her mouth, but when you arrived at her apartment, oh god, at that moment she took off her skirt, revealing her very marked erection through her panties, obvious sign that in the next moment your pretty mouth would be brutally fucked.

It was adorable the way G!P Sana begged you to ride her, her high-pitched moans, flustered cock rubbing against your soft pussy not letting it slip inside. Your girlfriend could be very cute sometimes, but other times she could become a total vixen.

If you don't know how to deepthroat, G!P Jihyo will train you, she was definitely more than amused by the sight of you on your knees, your soft fingertips passing through her balls, and her hand in your hair. Once you are ready, she won't stop sliding her cock in and out of your throat until your mouth kisses her pelvis, and your chin is pressed against her heavy balls.

While G!P Mina was playing videogames, you were under her gaming desk, with her cock in your mouth. Your girlfriend hardly spoke to you much, so you had to somehow make her talk to you at least once. And what better way to achieve that was to suck her dry until she tells you "it's too much"? That was one possibility, the other was that she would get up from her chair and fuck you right there.

At this moment G!P Dahyun's cock was in your hand, while your tongue was lapping at her pretty pink asshole. Your tongue ran up and down her rosebud, teasing her quivering entrance with the tip. As you rimmed her, your hand didn't stop jerking her off, all this causing her to let out a cute moan and spurt hot ropes of cum that fell into your hand and part of your hair.

At a dinner that you had with some friends, and G!P Chaeyoung couldn't stop quivering, since at that moment a cock ring surrounded her tip, pre-cum leaking from it. It was a bet you both made, and she had to decide between this or kissing Mina in the lips. Either way, she was lucky that no one was paying attention to her, because her constant hip wiggles and her barely-audible moans could expose her at any moment.

G!P Tzuyu was obsessed with the way your ass cheeks bumped against her pelvis, cock deep inside your rectum. Normally she used to let you ride her and take you in your pussy, but it wouldn't hurt to vary a little. Her beautiful breasts were pressed against your back, balls against your cunt and nylon-covered legs on the sides of yours. Occasionally one of her hands would move down towards your crotch, inserting a finger inside your pussy.

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[unstable-samurai]

Until You're Mine (Jealous Girlfriend) - smut

Momo x Male Reader

Word Count: 4k

Tags: toxic relationship, jealous girlfriend, non-linear story, possessive girlfriend, first sex, penetration, boobjob, facial

She was awake when he arrived. She heard the door latch turn twice as it was unlocked. There were always two turns, fast and firm. Y/N saw her lying on the couch, watching another animated movie. It was the kind of movie she looked for when she really needed to be distracted, her escape valve or something, so seeing her there in front of the TV close to midnight (it was much later than that, but he had no idea), turned on na emergency light in his mind.

Normally he was the owl of that house.

“Hey baby, why’re you still awake?” he asked. “I said you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I just felt like watching a Studio Ghibli film. Only that.” She explained without looking at him.

No fucking way it was just that. She was frowning. One of those moments where Momo turned into a bomb and it was up to Y/N to disarm it without it exploding. The problem was that this was an impossible task to do, any wire he cut would result in an explosion. And that was the last thing he wanted. His head was already a battlefield in itself. That damn company party had exhausted his social battery, which wasn’t much anyway. Y/N didn’t have the courage to provoke an aerial bombardment that night.

"OK. Is the film already close to the end? I can see it with you.”

He sat on the left end of the sofa, Momo didn't mind moving his legs so he could have more space.

“Did you have fun there?” she asked.

"Yes. Was cool."

"Just that? No details?" she questioned him quite insistently.

“You’re watching the movie, I don’t want to disturb you. In the morning I’ll tell you everything.”

Y/N had his head focused on the bath he was going to take in a while and how he was going to sink his head into the pillow. No more plastic masks, fake laughs, shallow people, please.

She paused the movie.

“What a ridiculous excuse. It sounds like you were trying to hide the things that happened at the party.”

“No, it doesn’t sound…” He was almost sure of it.

“Yes it does, you bastard.”

“It wasn’t even a party. We were all among work colleagues.”

“I've been to enough parties to know that it was YES a party. Loud music, drinks, pool, snacks. The complete package.”

“It’s a damn modern company, okay? They please the employees and pretend to be cool so that we forget the slavery we are subjected to on a daily basis. You kids had fun on Saturday and you’ll work overtime on Monday, okay?”

“Wait, I made a mistake. In fact: VIP package. They even hired prostitutes. Five star service.”

“Are you high or what?”

He was too tired to read the signs.

“I saw the way she kept touching you. The giggles... As if you were the funniest clown on the planet and she was a fucking hyena.”

Y/N abruptly stood up from the couch. He had finally understood everything. The last spark of his neurons, probably.

“There were no prostitutes. And I wasn't chatting up with any girls.”

"Oh, really?" She stood up too. “Let me refresh your memory, dear: short black hair, horse smile, lilac dress, can't stand alone unless she's supported by a man, small tits... Seriously, I don't know why she decided to wear that dress with cleavage if there was nothing there to show. Someone should tell her the truth. So, does this remind you of anyone, my love?”

The fucking bomb exploded in his hand.

“That was Rachel, a friend from work. How the hell did you see what was going on at the party?”

Momo laughed sadistically. Her wickedly beautiful eyes looked at him with intensity as she asked:

“Are you afraid?”

"No. I didn't do anything wrong to get scared. Did someone record me at the party?”

"Yes. And it wasn't just that. I also saw the stories of those who were at the party and you appeared in some of them in the corners. I saw everything.”

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Here's a little overview of this relationship: A year and a half of dating. They met through mutual friends and the first deep contact was delayed, but when it happened it ended up becoming a path of no return. Y/N avoided her as much as he could, not in a way that would be noticeable and make him seem rude. But we were talking about an incredibly beautiful woman, aware of her attractiveness and unfettered by modesty. She was with a group of eight other beautiful and popular girls. Yes, she was elite. High caliber, my friend. Well, he was... quiet, an avid reader, calm and sometimes melancholic, but he loved being with his friends and enjoying them on the weekends, respecting his limits, of course. When he saw Momo for the first time he cowardly ignored her. She looks stunning in front of his eyes, wearing a short denim skirt, a baby tee that leaves her sculpted abs on display and her hair flowing in the wind as she dances. There was no way to predict that the plan would backfire; by not noticing her, Y/N became one of the few guys who didn't try to flirt with her. Apathetic guy, but handsome enough to take risks, the little boy who only swims in the shallow end, a plastic armor he forced himself to wear.

The reason? Momo didn't know, but she wanted to find out.

On one of the many night outs where they bumped into each other, Momo skillfully simulated an intimacy that clearly didn't exist between them, talking to Y/N closely, fake accidental touches, and killer eye contact. Abruptly, intimacy between them was forged and evolved in a short space of time. After a while it was no longer strange when they were among friends and Momo sat on his lap, or when she felt tired and rested her head on his shoulder. And Y/N could play hard to get, but he loved the attention he got from Momo, the controversial “bad bitch” (as some girls who didn't like Momo called her), the most attractive girl he knew was always glued to him, and the sexual chemistry that grew over time intoxicated his ego. Being with her made him feel good and more confident and also… shit, she was more than a superficial person or 'just another one of those teasing girls' like a lot of guys used to think. She had a unique way, attitude and things to say too.

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“Were you acting like a stalker all night? Seriously, watching stories of other people trying to see me from the corners is a fucking weird thing.”

“And you've been acting like you don't have a girlfriend all night? I almost called Jihyo to drive me to this party to say a few things to that bitch. But I’m not that kind of girlfriend.”

“What is the reason we are arguing? This shit doesn't make sense. I'm exhausted..."

“Have you forgotten your promise? You told me you would arrive early...”

“I didn’t look at the time when I was there. I thought it was still early when I was leaving the party.”

A cynical laugh escaped Momo's mouth.

“You didn't even bother to look at your fucking cell phone to see the time. What is your problem?"

Y/N sighed. He should have already known that going to this party wouldn't be a good idea.

“You know I only went to the party to establish some contacts with the other branch. The damn job forces me to maintain a good relationship with everyone.”

"Poor boy! Does it also force you to talk to sluts?”

"This again?!”

“A little bird told me you were too close to each other on the couch.”

“Who was this damn person?”

“Why blow the heroine’s cover? Maybe she’ll be there again at the next parties.”

“Would you like it if I hired someone to follow you around?”

"Go ahead. I have nothing to hide, because I have consideration and respect for you, asshole!”

“According to you, I cheated you just by sitting on a couch talking to a co-worker. A colleague who can help me move up in the company as she has just been promoted.”

“Apparently it’s not just at work where she likes to be promoted.”

"What do you want from me?" he asked, feeling defeated.

"You know what I want."

“Honestly, I don't know. God must be punishing me for some sin I committed, that’s the only explanation.”

“Make me your girlfriend or your tormentor. You decide." She took a step forward. “You know I could be with anyone. But I'm with you ‘cause I love you, silly.”

If only there wasn't something genuine about it all.

‡

Being alone with her knocking down topic after topic like dominoes was so fucking enjoyable, the way she laughed, the way she listened to him (Momo didn't interrupt him even during the long pauses he took when he needed to organize his line of reasoning, a mere peculiarity of his but which never went under her radar), the way she could be incredibly silly at times and, even without sharing many common interests, Momo liked having him explain things that were previously uninteresting to her. This attention he received was blinding and addictive. Growing up in a harmful and neglectful home, neediness was his compass and his weakness. But he never showed signs. Y/N was good at disguising it... He thought so.

Their first sex was an unforgettable moment, a path of no return, in the same way that a criminal remembers the moment of the crime that sentenced him to prison. It occurred when they were on a camping trip, good friends gathered, each to their own tent, campfire, marshmallows, snacks, stupid horror stories, and wine. One of the few moments where he felt slightly intimidated around her, as he felt Momo watching him like a predator, and after each glass of wine she became more and more intoxicated, grabbing Y/N from behind and wrapping her arms around him. “It’s very cold here” she whispered in his ear. And Y/N couldn't tell if it was the wind or Momo's velvety voice so close to him that made him shiver.

The hours passed incredibly quickly, eventually everyone retreated to their tents, and eventually there was a slow cessation of the noises of people, finally leaving only the cold whistle of the wind, the rustle of leaves in the trees that surrounded the hill where they were camped and the symphony of insects orchestrated by crickets and cicadas.

He heard sneaky footsteps. It was certainly someone who needed to take a piss and didn't want to wake the others. But the footsteps got louder and louder until he noticed that someone was actually coming to his tent, stopping in front of the entrance. The flash on his cell phone was on (he was reading a book and the damn camp lamp was emitting a horrible orange light), so he pointed the light at the entrance of the tent and saw a very familiar silhouette.

“It’s me, Momo. Let me in!" she whispered. "Quickly!"

Y/N lowered the zipper, opening the way for her.

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“I was sleepless so I decided to come and check on you.”

"I am well thanks."

She was wearing comfortable clothes. Striped pajama pants, a sweatshirt that was too big on her and her hair loose and messy. Y/N noticed that Momo had removed her makeup. It was the first time he had seen her like that.

"What are you reading?" Momo asked as she sat down.

“Tropic of Cancer, by Henry Miller.”

"Cool! What is it about?!"

How the hell was he going to explain this?

“About a guy living in Paris.”

"It seems good. Read a chapter to me.”

"How old are you?"

“Don’t be annoying. Let's do it like this: I point the cell phone's flash at the book and you hold it while you read to me. This way we can read lying down.”

Hard to refuse, hard to say 'no' to her.

‡

“You know I love you too, Momori.” he said

Momo was wearing his long-sleeved shirt, she loved that shirt and, truth be told, it looked incredibly good on her. The legs so sensually exposed... Was that still a discussion?

“Sometimes you make me doubt this love, baby. Do you like making me look crazy? I swear to God you love seeing me jealous. When I get like this, does it make you horny?”

“No” he lied to one of the questions.

“You know how I am, Y/N.” One more step forward. She could touch him if she wanted. “And I only ask one thing: don’t talk to other girls. We establish a limit and then cross it, what is the purpose?”

Now closer he could smell her, her body that was warmed by the blanket. Nipples hardened through the fabric of her clothing.

“You look so beautiful...” he blurted out of her mouth.

“But I don’t think I’m beautiful enough for you since you try to be with other girls when I’m not around.”

"Is not true. I only have eyes for you, Momori.”

With a decisive gesture she grabbed Y/N by the collar of his social shirt. A noise escaped his mouth. Slowly she ordered:

“Say you are mine. Say you belong to me.”

‡

He felt her head moving on his chest, he thought she was just looking for a comfortable position, until he was surprised by a kiss on the neck. And another one. And another, and they were getting more and more intense.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he lowered the book, the air escaping from her mouth.

“This book is really interesting and even put me in the mood to do something more fun.”

"What are you talking about?"

He had his hands pressed into Momo's arms, but he made no real effort to push her away.

“I know what you think about me. I know what you want from me. Don’t try to hide it now.” Her voice breathy and wavering. “I want to fuck you so bad, fuck!”

"Here?"

"Now!”

Y/N turned Momo around, placing her back on the floor and then getting on top of her.

“Momo…” His head was a hurricane. Was this really happening? “I've imagined the two of us doing this, but I never thought it could actually happen.”

There was a pause that was filled by a kiss.

“I don’t think you know how hot you are. Other girls were also eyeing you, so I decided to act quickly.”

Y/N lifted Momo's sweatshirt, and was able to appreciate and touch her abs for the first time. Kissing her abdomen was like an achievement, she knew how beautiful it was, that's why she never made a point of hiding it. The soft, slightly sweaty skin met his lips in a mix of sensations.

He lifted her sweatshirt a little more, exposing her juicy boobs. They were big, he knew that, but the first glimpse paralyzed him for an instant, he was amazed, and his hand filled with desire wasted no time in grabbing one of the tits while his mouth sucked the other..

“Oh, Y/N” she moaned.

The cell phone's flashlight went out as they rolled from side to side in the camping tent. Surrounded by the weak orange light of the camp lantern, the senses now seemed more heightened, the touches more intense and brazen, the breathing more labored and an uncontrollable lust, noticeable in several ways, such as Momo's pussy that wet his fingers when he touched her down there.

‡

“I belong to you” he declared. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I am only yours, Momori.”

She smiled satisfied.

"Sit down!" she exclaimed harshly, and pushed him onto the couch. Momo certainly knew how to impose herself when she wanted, the mechanism of submitting him to her will through horny never failed. Sitting on his lap, she said: “You like to make me suffer, you know that? You like having your girlfriend mad so she can have hard sex with you and get you back on track. So depraved, baby!”

It was partly true, although he wasn't consciously acting to make her jealous. The problem was that this wasn't a difficult task, the girl was possessive as hell, so the options fluctuated between becoming a puppy on a leash or floating on the waves of a tide that could occasionally get... Aggressive.

"Do not say that. I don’t like making you feel bad.”

She kissed him, she felt Y/N getting excited down there.

“And yet you hurt me.”

He couldn't refute it, so her tongue had another use; warm and wet, she played with Momo's tongue. She sighed when he lightly bit her lower lip, slowly removing the pressure, enjoying her taste like a professional taster.

“It was never my intention,” he said. “Your jealousy is sick.”

“Living with you is hell, you know that?” she revealed. “But you always make me feel so surrendered." Momo slowly touched her nose to Y/N's. She whispered: "It’s a fucking hell, baby.”

Instead of responding, he decided to dedicate a series of kisses to her neck. Momo loved it, it was her weakness. She smiled while letting out small moans of satisfaction.

Momo stroked his dick and under the fabric of his underwear and pants he was already completely hard, waiting for her. She rubbed her hand on his dick eagerly while he felt her breasts and left hickey marks on her neck.

“Oh baby, I want your cock in my pussy so bad!”

‡

He covered her mouth with his hand while he penetrated her deeply. The friends' camping tents were close to Y/N's, and Momo was moaning loudly, so it wouldn't be difficult to hear her in the silence of the night.

“Shhh! You can’t make noise like that!” he said breathlessly.

“It’s fucking hard. Your dick is really big.”

At one point she crossed her legs around Y/N's waist and he could feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter. Immediately Y/N laid his body under hers, penetrating her with force, feeling her pussy swallow his cock eager for pleasure. She moaned loudly, Y/N sucked on her tongue in an attempt to suppress some of the noise, Momo's eyes rolling back in pleasure as her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, as if she could never have him inside enough. Each thrust was an explosion of raw sensation, her insides wetting his cock urgently as he fucked her with wild love, each movement driven by desire that had been postponed for too long.

“Lie on your side!” Y/N asked.

He watched her with burning lust, his eyes fixed on her pert ass, eager to possess her in a different way. With one quick movement, he positioned himself behind her, his cock pulsing with anticipation as he slid in, feeling enveloped by the warm wetness of her wet pussy. He gripped Momo tightly, his hands marking her skin as he fucked her sideways, each thrust sending waves of electric pleasure throughout her body. Momo's moans filled the air, soft and sweet, mixing with the sounds of the wet friction his dick made as it slid inside her. All the touches, the intimate conversations, the looks that met and lost each other when they were in the circle of friends, the jealousy they hid from each other when one of them was talking to someone else, all these things led them to this moment , and now they assumed this feeling… making love.

Momo showed some of her talent when she rode his dick with her back to him, Y/N's body rippling with desire as she rode him with full force. Her hips moved with an erotic cadence, his cock disappearing inside her with each thrust as if he were plunging into a warm ocean. He squeezed Momo's fat ass, guiding her movements as she gave herself over to the frenzy of sex, her moans intensifying with each thrust – fuck if anyone would hear. The tension between them was palpable, the air in the tent stifling as they neared their climax. And then, finally, Momo squirted, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, as Y/N watched her in wonder in the light of the camp lantern, her silhouette writhing with pleasure, so perfect, so sensual that he could fill her of cum at that moment.

Something he didn't do.

Things happened so fast that Y/N didn't have time to put on a condom. Well, truth be told, he DID NOT have a condom in his tent (not the kind of thing you think about taking on a camping trip with friends when you're a single guy).

“Cum for me, baby” she asked, her voice full of lust. “Where do you want to cum?”

“On your tits.”

It was one of Y/N's fantasies, it usually came to his mind when he saw Momo with cleavage. Now it all seemed so intentional...

Y/N stood on top of Momo, his desire burning so strong he could barely think straight. With shaking hands, he grabbed Momo's massive boobs, feeling his hard-on grow as he squeezed them tightly. Y/N wanted to feel every inch of that soft flesh surrounding his thick cock, he wanted to sink into that delicious sensation until he lost his mind. And then, without further hesitation, he began to move frantically, sliding his hard cock between Momo's breasts with great desire. Loud moans echoed through the tent as he gave in to the pleasure of that sensation, losing himself in the sensation of heat and pressure.

“You gonna cum for me, huh?” she asked between moans, making a point of maintaining latent eye contact while smiling naughty.

“Yeah, I'm gonna cum for you, baby! You're gonna make me cum, Momo.”

“please please, cum for me!! Yeah! Cum for your naughty babygirl...” she begged, hot as fuck, while biting her lower lip like a horny bitch.

And when Y/N finally reached the edge he let out a primal groan, his orgasm exploding in a hot shot over Momo's boobs and face. She looked so beautiful like that in the light of the camp lamp. Y/N brushed her face with his dick, making a nice mess on that adorable little face, and she smiled while this happened, Momo smiled until he finished his art, she finished the job by licking what was left on the head of his dick.

Uninhibited from any shyness, thanks to the endorphins his brain had released, he smiled at her, finding her the most beautiful woman in the world, and into Momo's precious eyes, Y/N confessed: 'I wanna love you.’

‡

It's common to look for culprits in a dysfunctional relationship, who manipulates who, the prisoner and the jailer and all that old story. It's hard to admit that sometimes there is a dark pleasure in predicting events, returning to the same place that is your refuge and your sentence. Most people shoot at "emotional dependence", but few dare to target "connivance". Y/N felt like he was part of the second option. Repeat the fucking pattern, see the wheel spin in the same direction, the same trip as before. It's your pit of lies and acceptance, man, you smell the stench and yet you insist on moving forward, it's not much different than a dog licking its own vomit. At the end of the day, no one will tell you that you deserve better.

If you really deserve it.

"I remember what you said to me that night in the camping tent." She whispered, lying under his chest. "When we had sex for the first time. 'I wanna love you'. That's what you said. Your voice was so sweet and calm. I think that's when I realized that my feelings for you were really special."

The two were snuggled in bed, protected from the cold by the blankets, completely naked after having sex. This was always how fights ended, and the question that arose was: what's the next thing, now? An apology? Unfounded promises about how to improve as a person? Affectionate words to dissolve what was said during the fight? It was a mystery box.

"Those were the words? I honestly don't remember the exact words clearly."

"That's exactly what you told me. I slept with you in the camping tent feeling very happy."

"I was happy to be with you too."

"But at that time I didn't realize that you were actually still trying to fall in love with me. You wanted to love me, but you didn't really love me yet."

"I was a little confused at that time."

"What now? Are you still trying to love me?"

"I love you, Momori. but at the same time... I don't think we work together.”

"We agreed to it then. And honestly, does it matter?"

"I don't know. I feel like it doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah! And look, we're not the only couple to go through problems like this. We're not alone in this, baby. Forget that Hollywood bullshit about perfect couples. It's not real. It's okay for me to stay like this, as long as we stay together."

"We always fix things."

"Making love is a great way to solve problems. That's our formula."

"Come here, my love" he said.

A/N: sorry for any grammar errors 🖖

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[b1mbodoll]

i love ur works so much ㅠㅠ

could i req for some noncon/dubcon with momo? her with 10thmember!maknae!reader n just sneaking up on r while she's doin something mundane and r's jus soo confused because why is her unnie doing this to her :(?? why does it feel good???? (n then maybe after she goes to jihyo for advice because she doesnt know how to feel about the experience but jihyo just takes advantage of that n fucks her too!!)

pairings: hirai momo + park jihyo x f! reader

warnings: g!p + noncon + gaslighting + victim blaming + creampies + degradation + mommy kink + virginity ment

💌: this is wordy and idk how much sense it makes but i tried!!!!!!! enjoy

debuting with twice as their maknae means you’ve been in the industry since you were young, having to drop out of school n focus on your career as an idol. you’re so innocent n its obvious when your older members make dirty jokes n ur silent, looking like a confused puppy as the girls continue joking around.

momo is the most affected by your innocent nature, her cock hardening when she thinks about how you don’t even know what sex is n if she wanted, she could ask you to touch her cock n you’d do it bc you dont realize its inappropriate.

she’s finally had enough of you strutting around in the tightest outfits, fabric clinging to your skin n decides to have sex with you. she tells you her dick hurts so bad n she needs to fuck your tight little pussy to make the pain stop. momo grins wickedly when you cry n tell her that you’re sorry but she can’t use your pussy n ur not ready to have sex.

“quit crying, slut. ‘s not gonna make me stop.” she’s being so mean, not bothering with prepping your cunt n it’s so deliciously painful when she slides in. your sobs only grow louder when she calls you a dumb whore n tells you that no one is gonna believe you if you snitch on her. momo’s torment lasts for what feels like forever before she sends you to your room with your womb full of cum.

the next day you go to jihyo, informing your leader of what momo did to you and she laughs condescendingly, says it’s your fault that momo did those things to you bc you were teasing the older girl. jihyo’s no better than momo n she forces you down on her cock, wails of pain escaping you because she’s so much thicker and it hurts. makes you call her mommy and says that you better get used to taking dicks cus theyre never gonna stop fuckin u ><

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #twice #hirai momo #park jihyo #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo smut #park jihyo x reader #park jihyo smut #twice x reader #twice smut #💌.degradation #💌.noncon #💌.manipulation #💌.mommy kink #💌.g!p

[dollfacedsl1ut]

Imagine the kitten hybrid! reader asking Momo to fuck her during her heat

Content: knotting, breeding, horny reader, semi public sex, mirror sex, hair pulling

▸ word count : 600

▸ a/n : i hope this one is good omg

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You walked in the club hoping you’d get lucky enough so someone would help you with your rut the club wasn’t the best option but there were odds that this would work the music blared in your ears as you felt your rut take over your body you stumbles to the bar as a thin line of sweat formed at your breast line you ordered a shot of tequila hoping it would calm you down..

Well you were wrong the buzz kicked it as your rut was becoming unbearable holding your face in your palms you felt a tap on your shoulder a woman with messy black hair stood behind you, it felt like her eyes made holes in your skin she examined you before smiling “your rut started?” you nodded shakily “can you help me with this please” your voice barely was heard with the loud music but somehow she did and grabbed you by your wrist bringing you to the bathroom the music was still loud but you would hear her perfectly fine “I can help you with your rut but you have to promise you’ll come back” her hands gripped your shoulders “I promise“ even if you just lied straight through your teeth she smiled turning you over facing the mirror her cold hands trailed over your body stopping on your ass leaving a few hits hard enough to sting but still soft enough so that no bruises were left

She lifted you dress above your hips your legs shook as the cold air blew pass your bare clit, you felt her hands rub circles on your clit as her other hand pulled her cock out from her shorts, rubbing her tip in your silk lubing herself up in the slightest her tip prodding your entrance in a swift motion her cock was wedged in your cunt stretching your walls, her thrusts were fast and sharp the sounds of skin slapping echoed in the empty bathroom you clawed at the sink airy moans slipped past your lips she yanked your hair up forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror “you’re so pretty kitten” a hand tangled in your hair keeping your head up you watched yourself in the reflection your mascara ran down your face as your tits bounced with each thrust your felt your release approaching as your tightened around her, she choked on your grunts feeling your core forcing her to cum inside you she reached over telling your sensitive clit “let me cum please” your voice was shaky as her thrusts got faster your body shook with the force as she let go of your hair planting both hands on your hands with a tight grip the feeling of her balls slapping against your clit repeatedly triggered your orgasm w white ring formed as she looked down at your tight cunt sucking her in she leaned forward gripping your breasts as she released her knot her enlarging as your legs went weak as she held you up “we’ll be here a while kitty” your head rested against the cold sink as your brain went foggy.

After a while her knot went back to normal she pulled out as her cum leaked out your cunt trailing down your thighs she left a soft pat on your bottom using a few paper towels to wipe the cum off, she pulled your panties back up placing a kiss on your cheek “I’ll see you soon kitty” you heard the bathroom door unlock and close after her, until then you realized you never got her name

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#twice #twice smut #momo #hirai momo #twice momo smut #momo smut #hirai momo smut #twice momo #smut #kpop gg #Kpop gg smut

[pupyuj]

thinking about nayeon and momo inviting innocent reader to their dorm, enjoying a fin night with drinking some alcohol, reader falling asleep and then... dom!namo fucking sub!reader, knowing how the reader has a silly little crush on them :(((....

[cw: dubcon, somnophilia almost??]

hehehe what if ur like a new solo artist under jyp and you have admired nayeon and momo since before you were even a trainee :(( saying that they were your inspiration for working hard to achieve your dreams and ofc nayeon and momo would take notice of this bcs they wanted to treat their cute little junior with care and love!! 🥺🥺 imagine how happy you were getting texts from your lovely nayeon-sunbaenim, inviting you over to her and momo's place for dinner and to hang out!! you would never waste an opportunity to become friends with your role models so ofc you accepted the invite just like that!!

everything seemed normal until the two of them insisted that you stay for the night bcs they were scared that something might happen to you if they let you go home alone at such a late hour :( reluctantly deciding to stay and texting your manager about it,, momo lending you some of her casual clothes to wear for the night which you looked so adorable in that momo took a few pics :(( finally they brought out the drinks and that was when the night started 🫣 you couldn't remember much... just that you started feeling woozy and sleepy after a few shots... and the two of them carrying you into one of the rooms and laying you down on the bed...

you couldn't really hear the things they were whispering in your ear, something about you looking so pretty and lovely... and after that, they were both touching you so eagerly 🫣 momo pulling off the shorts you borrowed from her and burying her face between your legs, then nayeon silencing your whines by kissing you,, her lips felt so soft and tasted so sweet :(( so ofc you would kiss her back, barely aware of what was really happening and how exactly it was happening... you only knew that you felt really warm, so the unnies must be taking really good care of you! 😳

momo making you come on her tongue 😩 nayeon reaching down to touch your wet pussy and having a taste of your juices herself :(( then momo gets rid of her own shorts, lifting your leg up and rubbing her cunt against yours :((( hnggg moaning like crazy bcs of momo and also bcs of nayeon's hands underneath your shirt, pinching your nipples while exploring your mouth with her tongue :((( being brought to tears when you came again, this time with momo :(( feeling your head spin even more as you tried to calm yourself down,, only hearing nayeon telling you that you've done a good job for them :((

you definitely woke up confused as to why you were half-naked with your seniors on their bed 😳😳 ofc you weren't stupid, the three of you could've done only one thing that night after you got drunk.. and then that sinking feeling settles in your stomach bcs you knew you fucking messed up :(( but the unnies wrap their arms around you tightly, effectively pushing those thoughts away and convincing you to deal with them later... for now you should just enjoy this moment 🤭

#twice smut #twice imagines #twice x reader #hirai momo smut #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo imagines #im nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon x reader #momo smut #nayeon smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[vex91]

Hirai Momo - She doesn't have to know

Pairing: Hirai Momo x Female Reader

Fandom: Twice

Summary: Momo starts having troubles in controling herself around Nayeon's younger sister which leads to a secret moments between them behind Nayeon's back.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Momo

A/N: My first smut had to be Momo okay? I'm not sorry! There will be a part 2✌✌ Please don't attack me if it's bad, like I said before it's my first smut I've ever written!!

Part 2

3rd's POV

It was wrong.

Momo knew that.

But the temptation was too strong. Having to look at you, your lips, your body and not being able to touch you was too much of a torture for her.

Everytime she had to look away she excused in her mind as being considerate but it never made her feel better. The only thing that could fully satisfied her and make her feel better is getting a taste of you.

But she couldn't. You were Nayeon's younger sister, her bandmate's sister, her best friend's sister. Wanting you felt wrong but she still wanted it.

Whenever she looked at Nayeon, she felt guilty. Guilty of all times she jerked herself off to the thought of you, to the thought of your taste, thought of your body and thought of your moans and screams of her name. She never heard them but still couldn't stop herself from imagining them in her head every night.

All these nights. All these days that she was forcing herself to look away made her lose control that night.

You came to the dorms after Nayeon invited you to their movie night and it seemed like luck wasn't on her side because on finished seat arrangement, you were sitting next to her. Since Momo spend all this time trying to not want you, it was harder for her to control herself. You just by sitting next to her made her dizzy from your sweet scent.

At some point during the night Sana wanted to check something on her phone that was laying not far from you so she asked you to pass it to her. Since Sana was sitting on Momo's other side, you passed it to her in front of Momo. Everything would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that you accidentally brushed your hand against the front of her sweatpants. It was enough to make her hard.

She wasn't planning to get hard because of Nayeon's sister when Nayeon was literally in the same room that night but it happened and she couldn't stay in that room in this state so she stood up and excused herself, walking out of the room and going to the bathroom.

Being the caring person you are, you went to check up on her. You knocked on the door and after you heard an okay from inside, you walked in. When you walked in you saw Momo facing the other direction with her body, she only looked in your direction while staying in the same position.

"Momo? You're okay?" You asked her and she only answered with a short fine. It didn't convinced you so you started getting closer. "You sure? It doesn't seem like it. You know that I'd like to help you in whatever you need" You said making Momo's breath to hitch, all sorts of scenarios of you helping her came to her mind and none of them was innocent.

"I-I'm fine, really. You don't have t-" She stopped herself when she felt you behind her, really close.

No matter how good Momo is at controlling herself around you, she's still a human who has needs. And she was ignoring hers for too long it seemed.

"You want to help?" She asked you lowly making you confused of her sudden change. Your confirmation was enough for Momo to quickly turn around and pressed you against the wall with her own body. Face close to yours, she looked into your eyes and you saw it. The lust in her eyes and the hardness down in her sweatpants, it made you gulp because of the sudden arousal that you felt.

"I ask you again. Do you really want to help me?" Momo asked you, emphasizing a word really. You thought about this for a few seconds before you whispered "Yes Momo, I want to"

It was enough for her to connect your lips in messy and hungry kiss that made you're heart speed up. While you were trying to keep up with Momo's speed and intensity, Momo couldn't seem to stop. She was keeping herself in check for so long that she just couldn't stop now.

Momo tapped you on your leg, signaling you to jump which you did. She took you into her room and locked the door while still kissing you. Momo putted you down and turned around to press your front against the door while she pressed herself against your back.

She started grinding her hard cock against your butt, you both still fully clothed but it still made you moan. Momo groaned from hearing you, already loving how you sound and speeding her movements up.

None of your clothing was pulled off yet and you both already were groaning messes. When the clothes started becoming a bother for her Momo pulled you to sit on her bed while she took of your shirt and pants leaving you in only your underwear. Not long after she took her own shirt off making you gulp when you saw her abs.

Then she took your hand and guided in onto her hard cock that was hidden under her sweatpants. You took of your bra and got on your knees in front of her while pulling off her sweatpants.

When her pants and boxers were fully pulled off, your mouth dropped. She was pretty big.

You started stroking her slowly, earning a low grunt from her. A few seconds later you decided to speed up your movements making her thrown her head back with a moan. You continued your actions making Momo a moaning mess but not for long because when she felt like she is getting closer to her climax, she stopped you and signaled you to lay down on her bed.

She positioned herself in between your legs and took your panties off, licking her lips at the sight.

"So wet for me huh? You want my cock?" She asked you to which you frantically nodded, she chuckled "Well sorry doll but you will have to wait, I need to have a taste of you first" She said and you whined, getting more wet.

Momo touched your clit lightly, earning a moan from you making her chuckle "I love your sounds so much baby but maybe you should be careful. There are still people down there, you wouldn't want them hearing you right? Or maybe you want them to hear huh?" She teased you making you whine more.

Momo turned her attention back to your clit and started licking and sucking it like a hungry animal. You became a moaning mess because of Momo and she loved that. You tasted so good, Momo couldn't get enough but she pulled away when she couldn't stand the feeling of not being inside you.

When she started to stand up to find the condom, you stopped her. "Don't! I want to feel you inside me without it" You said making her even more aroused. It wasn't a smart idea but she just couldn't think about it at the moment so she went back on top of you and positioned her cock at your entrance.

Momo slowly started entering you making you both gasp at the feeling. It wasn't anything like she imagined before, it was the real thing and it felt even more amazing than she thought that it would be. The feeling of your walls inviting her in made her crazy. She pushed herself inside slowly until she was fully inside you, then she stopped to let you get used to it and when you did, she was ready too.

But before she could start moving you both heard knocking making you panic slightly. "Guys? You okay? You disappeared for a long time" You heard Nayeon's voice. Momo stayed calm "Yeah, I just felt kind of... bad and Y/N went to check up on me. I'm staring to feel better so we should be back soon" She yelled. It was silent until you heard Nayeon's okay and heard her footsteps getting further away.

You sighed but it quickly turned into a gasp when you felt that Momo started moving. It didn't took her long to speed up her movements "We don't have a lot of time unfortunately" She groaned, feeling too bliss at the moment. You nodded, your moans enough for her to hear and not the girls down.

You started reaching your climax and you felt that she was too. "Inside" You whispered in her ear making her go even faster, not long after you cummed. The feeling of your walls clenching around her were the last straw for her. With the last thrust she came inside you making you both moan in pleasure.

Momo collapsed on you and pulled you into her chest.

"What if my sister finds out?" You asked her while you snuggled into her chest. Momo thought about it for a few minutes.

It felt wrong. Fucking you not far from your sister. But it felt so right at the same time.

Now that she got to taste and feel you, Momo won't be able to keep herself in check anymore.

"She doesn't have to know"

#vex writes #twice x reader #twice reactions #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo #hirai momo smut #twice smut #smut

[wintersera]

same brain omfg,, reader getting passed around like a blunt (yea i do not have a better analogy for that) and being used by THEE hottest girls in the current kpop scene 😩😩 NEED,,,

cw: none lmao

EXACTLY LIKE???? one day in the mubank practice rooms yujin is cornering you bc she’s violently sexually frustrated and she knew you were the ‘slut’ of this gen. ends up with you covering your mouth bc she’s fingering you with three fingers in your cunt while her managers are looking for her LMAO

and then the next day idk, lets say the sunbaes knew about the whole passing around thingy, MISS HIRAI MOMO SUNBAE COMES UP TO YOU??? not thinking much about it bc you’re always with 4th gen idols and she was your sunbae who possibly didn’t know about your title 😭 but then it finally clicks and all of a sudden you’re invited to her apartment??? your face planted into her bedsheets while she’s fucking you from behind??? yeah i’m gna have to write something abt this fr,,,

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included yujin for you pookie bc i know you love her like the way i love winter <33

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!! #twice smut #ive smut #hirai momo smut #ahn yujin smut #ive x fem reader smut #twice x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

[jenniejjun]

Oi lindinha, tu poderia fazer algo com a Momo ela dom e a leitora toda carente querendo muita atenção kkkkkk ? 🥺

𝐎𝐇, 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃.

PAR: hirai momo x leitora!fem

GÊNERO: smut e fluff

avisos: a momo chupa seu dedo em algum momento (nem perguntem), momo!soft!dom, leitora!sub, algumas lágrimas já que a leitora entra em uma espiral breve, orgasm denial, nipple play e nipple sucking, overstimulation, uso de vibrador, scissoring (de novo porque eu amo cachorrice), fluidos corporais sendo espalhados (saliva)

gente, eu, genuinamente, achei que não ia conseguir fazer isso porque tava com medo de parecer como todos os outros smuts que já postei aqui mas gostei bastante desse. inclusive, a relação da leitora com a momo me deixou 🥹 das ideias!! recomendo vocês ouvirem need da taylor swift pra ler essa, porque essa música descreve muito a vibe que eu construí pra essas duas. é música unreleased então paciência comigo. mas, eu espero você goste anon e que seja tudo que você tinha em mente!!

Tudo teria começado com uma mensagem de texto.

Você não era ingênua o bastante para achar que não sabia o que estava fazendo, provocando Momo daquele jeito mas ficar em casa como a namoradinha troféu que era também entediava de vez em quando. No momento, a namorada trabalhava enquanto você passava pelos canais fechados da TV.

Por curiosidade, abriu o vídeo que mandara horas atrás. Você estava sentada na cama de vocês, os lençóis emaranhados ainda mostrando a atividade de mais cedo. Trajando um moletom rosinha do guarda-roupa dela, você cruzou as perninhas e começou a gravação silenciosa. Os cabelos foram presos com uma presilha e você infiltrou as mãos dentro da blusa grande de frio, passeando-as pelo tronco desnudo e encostando na renda do sutiã que trajava por baixo de tudo aquilo. Querendo que a imaginação de Momo voasse longe com aquilo.

No corte final, apenas a visão de seu pescoço para baixo ficava visível mas você fez com que, de alguma forma, seu lábio inchadinho fizesse uma aparição sapeca quando o mordeu. Levantando a blusa de moletom, vagarosamente, e então puxando a renda do sutiã para cima em conjunto, você libertou os seios molinhos.

Os biquinhos ainda estavam suaves, a protuberância não tinha se formado com a excitação e você se aproveitou disso massageando-os de forma sensual para a câmera. Sentindo as auréolas endurecendo nos seus dedos conforme você girava os botões acesos entre seus indicadores e polegares.

Foram exatos vinte segundos disso antes de você decidir dar um fim ao vídeo e mandá-lo direto para a namorada. A visualização eminente de Hirai a assustava, o silêncio era ensurdecedor e só podia significar uma coisa. Você sabia que sua namorada era incapaz de ser cruel, mas não consistia de que era inábil de vingativo. Como se pudesse lê-la, Momo lhe respondeu com um sucinto e simples “logo estarei em casa”.

Então ali estava você, esperando. Carente. Já havia feito de tudo. Tomada um banho com os sais de pétalas de rosa que Momo e você tinham comprado no fim de semana passado, feito sua skincare rotineira e penteado os cabelos. Cheirava ao perfume perfeito de rosas e Chanel No. 5. O relógio marcava 6:16, o que indicava que sua mulher estava a caminho e muito provavelmente subindo pelo elevador do prédio nesse exato momento.

Certeira em sua dedução, a tranca da porta apitou poucos segundos depois de você se arrumar no sofá e a figura de Hirai Momo adentrando seu apartamento te arrebateu. O terninho preto aberto com a combinação da blusa branca e o batom vermelha te deixavam um pouco sem fôlego, mesmo que fosse o uniforme habitual dela. Mesmo assim, Momo nunca falhava em te deixar embasbacada.

Você estava sentadinha em cima das pernas, um conjunto branco de seda preparado só pra recebê-la. Um shortinho e um sutiã. Porém, ao contrário do que acreditava, Momo lhe lançou um sorriso antes de atravessar a sala direto para a cozinha te deixando ali, confusa e com o seu centro pulsando em antecipação.

“Amor?”, você decidiu segui-la e a encontrou depositando a sacola que ao menos tinha visto nas mãos dela antes. O paletó preto esquecido em uma das cadeiras. “Você ‘tá brava comigo?”

Momo te encarou abstrusa com a pergunta, o sorriso dócil jamais deixando os lábios pintados antes de te puxar para perto e enlaçar sua cintura. “Por que eu estaria? Vem cá, vamos comer.”

Selando sua boca demoradamente, você passou os braços pelo pescoço dela se moldando a sua forma. Finalmente tendo o contato quente da língua dela na sua, as mãos delicadas e firmes dela em você te faziam ver estrelas mas a pequena sessão de carícias durou pouco sendo interrompida pela mesma.

“A comida vai esfriar, vem.”, insistiu ela.

Durante a refeição de Jokbal, você não conseguia tirar seus olhos dela. Ela fingiria que nada havia acontecido? Talvez a castigasse e você estava errada, Momo sabia ser cruel? Ou então, estava guardando todo o tesão para o momento mais importuno que achasse. Somente você sabia como sua namorada gostava de tomar riscos de vez em quando. Você honestamente não sabia, mas precisava tentar, ao menos, perguntar. Existia um pedacinho de molho no canto da boca dela e com isso, tirou proveito para se aproximar dela e limpar com seu próprio dedo.

Ela corou um pouquinho, agradecida, antes de sugar seu polegar para dentro da boca dela. O pequeno círculo vermelho aumentando a sucção te fazendo fechar repentinamente as pernas. Momo não parecia inclinada em parar, contudo. Os olhos te encarando fixamente.

“Ah… Momori, você tem certeza de que não está… Brava comigo?”, era estranho tê-la te chupando assim e vocês nem estavam transando mas com a maior naturalidade, Hirai largou seu polegar dando um pequeno beijinho nele e voltando a sorrir meiga. Você quis explodir.

“Já é a segunda vez que você me pergunta isso, meu amor. Tem alguma coisa te preocupando?”

Você, você quis responder mas se limitou em suspirar fundo e tomar coragem para dizer. Eram namoradas há tantos anos, não existia momento em que Momo não fizesse você se sentir em casa. Ela era sua casa. Estar perto dela era quase como que uma necessidade. Você sempre esteve perdidamente apaixonada por essa mulher que mal consegue proferir uma palavra em sua língua materna.

“Você tá tão estranha, bê… Desde que mandei aquela mensagem. Tá tudo bem se você não gostou, não mando mais. Você tava no trabalho, foi meio sem noção mesmo né?”, já começou se desculpando mas Momo não aceitou. O ato já era tão costumeiro que você mal percebeu quando ela te passou da cadeira para o colo dela.

Seus bracinhos rodeavam o pescoço dela novamente. Se aproximando, a japonesa deu um cheirinho gosto no teu pescoço que te fez arrepiar. Soltar um gritinho estridente com a sensação da boca dela na tua clavícula. Momo mordeu ali rapidinho só porque podia.

“Oh, meu bem… Eu queria te surpreender. Te pegar de surpresinha, talvez quando eu saísse do banho. Hm? Me esfregar nesse seu corpinho.”, ela entoou as possibilidades. De certa forma, você não estava errada. Ela realmente ia esperar um momento importuno para te provocar. Sorrindo com a contestação de seu conhecimento em Momo Hirai, deixou com que ela estalasse mais beijinhos por toda a extensão de seu pescoço. “Sentiu tanto assim minha falta? ‘Tava tão necessitada de mim que botou esses peitinhos pra fora só pra me chamar a atenção, né, amorzinho?”

“Eu tava tão entediada. Pensando tanto em ti, Moguri, não deu pra segurar.”, você justificou manhosa.

Não deixou que ela falasse nada, juntou os lábios em um beijinho gostoso e lento onde permitiu que suas línguas se enroscassem. A dela massageava a sua conforme as mãos espertas apertavam suas costas, você infiltrava seus dedos pelos fios pretos dela. O único som presente na cozinha era o da respiração de vocês que ficava mais pesada durante o beijo. Soltando uma lufada de ar, você chupou a língua de Momo abrindo os olhinhos e encontrando ela de encarando.

Os olhos gritavam o desejo que estava emanando entre vocês, sem aguentar você arrastou a boca para o queixo dela deixando uma trilha de saliva que brilhou com a luz branca da cozinha de vocês.

“Tadinha da minha princesa, você se tocou pensando em mim, foi?”, ela quis saber e quando você negou, ela xingou baixinho. “Você é perfeita, sabia?”

Ela sempre fazia questão de dizer mesmo quando você não acreditava, mas dessa vez, não houve tempo para que a contradissesse. Momo te levantou e se levantou em seguida, roubando mais um beijo quando você gemeu em protesto do afastamento.

“Eu quero você.”, resmungou carente.

Ela riu, achando você uma graça como de costume. “E eu você, mas antes eu preciso tomar banho, princesa. Me espera no nosso quarto, tá bom?”

Você não queria mas não era como se tivesse escolha, Momo havia acabado de sair de um turno exaustivo na empresa onde trabalhava e embora fosse uma figura de respeito lá dentro, evitava dar motivos para que duvidassem de sua capacidade como mulher de negócios. Logo, isso significava inúmeros dias cansativos onde você recebia sua namorada de braços abertos para o conforto de sua casa.

Ela merecia um tempinho só dela.

Por isso, você esperou pacientemente. Arrumou o quarto rapidamente, mesmo sabendo que ela já teria visto toda a bagunça que havia permanecido ali, jogou os lençóis sujos na máquina e os substituiu por novos aromatizando o quarto no processo. Foi quando parou para olhar o quarto e seu resultado que sentiu braços molhados lhe envolvendo e a presença reconfortante e cheirosa de Momo atrás de si. Pelo canto de seus olhos, era capaz de ver a Hirai de toalha. Os cabelos molhados e a cara lavada. Tão linda quanto fica quando acorda.

“No fim das contas, eu consegui te pegar de surpresinha quando sai do banho.”, ela murmurou baixinho no seu ouvido. Você mordeu o lábio para esconder o sorriso safado, revirou os olhos com o tesão. “Deita lá pra mim.”

Você nem precisou de um segundo comando para pular na cama entusiasmada, arrancando um risinho da mulher. Encarou o momento em que a toalha caiu no chão revelando o corpo nu da namorada para si, os peitos redondinhos e perfeitos com os biquinhos rosados. O monte vênus parecia incomodá-la, mas você não precisava que ninguém te dissesse o quanto ela te queria.

“Isso é muito injusto, tá?”, você proferiu deixando que ela subisse na cama e se aproximasse de você. Engatinhando, parecia uma gata naquela visão. Você abriu as pernas para ela. “Você tá aí toda gostosa e eu tô aqui.”

“Tá toda gostosa também, quer que eu prove pra você?”, ela questionou e você assentiu. Não era boba. Mas nem ela. “Vai ter que pedir.”

“Eu peço.”, admitiu sem vergonha. Jogando os cabelos para o lado, deixou que ela tirasse o sutiã que trajava. Seus seios pulando para a fora da peça que os segurava. Os mamilos não pareciam mais com os do vídeo, esses estavam duros de volúpia. “Por favor, amor. Mama eles até eles ficarem vermelhinhos, até eu te pedir pra parar. Por favor, por favor, por favor, por favor.”

Momo mordiscou sua boca antes de confirmar o que você já sabia que ela te daria. Balançando as mamas, você jogou a cabeça para trás esperando a sensação molhada que veio em intervalos. Espasmos percorriam seu corpo quando você se permitiu olhar e pegou as lambidinhas que mulher deixava em seus bicos pontudos. Rodando um na mão, chupou o outro com força de vontade. Percorreu a língua pela carne dura, empurrando o mamilo para lá e para cá.

Você apertou as pernas necessitando de fricção, um gemido altinho escapou.

“Por favor, amor.”, implorou chorosa.

“Shh, calma. Calma.”

Ela continuou chupando, cuspiu algumas vezes nos brotinhos sensíveis espalhando sua saliva por eles como uma forma de aumentar a sensação excitante. Porém, o combo que quase a fez perder a estribeiras foi a mordida suave que Momo deixou no mamilo direito. Você soltou um som que mais parecia com um ganido cruzando os calcanhares, que com muito esforço foram separados, e caiu de costas na cama.

“Eu vou gozar!”, anunciou e Momo negou com a cabeça condescendente. Arrastando uma linha de saliva de seu busto até seu queixo e então, para dentro de sua boca. Você chupou obediente. O corpo pelado da mulher montava sua perna e você sentia a umidade que te deixava louca. “Momo…”

“Mas já? Tsk, poxa, vida… Ainda não. Aguenta mais um pouquinho, tá?”, ela pediu com a voz doce.

Como poderia negar? Anuindo sem muitas opções, você levantou o quadril em um pedido silencioso para que ela tirasse aquele shortinho ensopado de você e logo, sua buceta encharcada sentiu o friozinho do quarto. Inconscientemente, você espasmou com o estímulo inexistente. Observou conforme Momo se levantava e ia até a cabeceira do quarto, de lá, voltando com a varinha mágica de vocês.

Um vibrador rosa e grandinho, com a cabecinha mais potente que você já tinha visto. Só de se recordar, virou a cabeça para o lado choramingando.

“Ah, vida! A gente nem começou.”, tranquilizou ela ligando o aparelho. O grave zunido se fez presente no quarto e você fechou os olhos com força já imaginando o pior, ou melhor, que poderia acontecer. Momo sentou entre suas pernas. Era uma visão, os cabelos pretos caiam para frente cobrindo esporadicamente os peitos. Um mamilo visível pelas cortinas negras, outro não. A pele cremosa brilhando com um pouquinho de suor e loção hidrante.

A mão dela que não segurava o vibrador afastou suas pernas, as abrindo o máximo que conseguia antes de posicionar o vibrador ligado nos lábios menores de sua vagina, arrastando todo o aparelho do clitóris até sua abertura. Acumulando o líquido viscoso ali. Era uma sensaçãozinha gostosa de tremor que seria muito bem-vinda se você já não estivesse sensível com a brincadeira de mais cedo.

Levantando a cabeça, você revirou os olhos soltando gemidinhos agudos e entrecortados. Estava inquieta, não sabia se olhava ou se deixava a cabeça pender para trás então fazia um misto dos dois. Sentia como se o ar estivesse sendo arrancado de você, por isso, o peitoral subia e descia com agressividade e você esperneava levemente se Momo fosse boazinha o suficiente para soltar suas pernas ocasionalmente. Tentava fechá-las, mas somente recebia a pressão em sua virilha para mantê-las abertas.

“Para, para, para, para. Por favor, amor, eu…”, a frase seguiu inacabada quando você lastimou apertando os lençóis ao seu lado. O vibrador estava constantemente em cima do seu clitóris agora. Em um grito silencioso, você abriu a boca tentando se virar para o lado para agarrar o travesseiro quando a estimulação cessou novamente. “O quê? Por que? Ah não. Momori, gatinha..”

Momo estava parada sob você, o vibrador agora desligado em mãos. Você chorou, ao menos sabia que tinha isso em você. Lágrimas escorreram de seus olhos até seus cabelos.

“Mas você me disse que queria parar…”, analisou a japonesa.

“Eu tava errada, não sabia o que tava falando. Por favor!”

A Hirai riu de você, não de uma forma cruel que te faria sentir diminuída, mas do jeito dócil e gentil dela de sempre. A mesma Momo que riria de qualquer piada sem graça sua só porque foi você quem contou. Da mesma forma, você fungou afetada.

“Você quer gozar?”, ela indagou cafajeste.

Se sobrepondo sob os cotovelos, você confirmou com a cabeça. Sem emitir som, apenas os olhos pidões e vermelhinhos. Ela negou e você franziu o cenho.

“Por favor.”, insistiu.

“Não adianta implorar, ainda tem um caminhozinho pra gente percorrer até você poder gozar. Eu consegui esperar então você também consegue.”, ela lembra.

Por um momento, você pensa que ela está sendo amarga pelo que você aprontou mais cedo e talvez seja. Mas ainda assim, não te faz ver a razão de tudo isso. Você tenta se remexer inquieta e ela para seus movimentos com a mão, rindo. Leva dois dedos até a boca e chupa suficientemente bem até que estejam bem molhados antes de esfregar eles em você. Seu quadril pula sem consciência e você geme alto. Está inchada, consegue sentir o prazer latejando em sua vulva. Ligando o vibrador novamente, Momo insere ele entre vocês antes de sentar em cima da bolinha.

Assim, a vibração passa dela até você. E assim, sente como se tivesse chegado ao paraíso. Sente como se fosse morrer ali mesmo, da melhor transa que já tiveram. Pois, a jovem japonesa rebola para frente e para trás em cima maldita bolinha vibrante fazendo ela escorrer entre as gotinhas brancas de vocês.

“Pensei nisso o dia inteiro, sabia? Desde que você me mandou aquele vídeo, esses peitinhos balançando e eu só podia pensar em como queria eles na minha boca.”, ela incitou. Pegando nos seus peitos e os torcendo levemente nas mãos, já você tentava segurar-se pateticamente nela enquanto ofegava e gemia ao mesmo tempo. “Foi um dia longo, bebê. Não via a hora de chegar em casa e te ter assim pra mim, manhosinha e louquinha pra me dar. Porque você quer. Não quer me dar?”

“Quero. Quero muito. Mete em mim, linda. Vai, só um pouquinho.”, seus sussurros incoerentes foram encontrados com um ‘não’ suave da parte dela fazendo você choramingar.

“Tudo no seu tempo, boneca.”, ela afirmou sentando firme. A vibração escorregou para sua entrada e você quase gozou, se não fosse por sua extrema força de vontade e o quase gritinho estridente que soltou. “Segura.”

Momo, de repente, desligou o vibrador o dispensando. Seu corpo permanecia tendo espasmos quando você olhou para baixo e você reluzia tanto que não sabia se estava suada ou se o pré-gozo de vocês já começava a se misturar. Todavia, não perderam tempo reparando nisso quando Momo se virou de lado e sentou-se em cima de sua entradinha molhada. Buceta com buceta se esfregando. Ela levantou uma de suas pernas, a deixando apoiada no colchão para segurar e cavalgou.

Os tecidos dançavam criando as sensações eletrizantes que te percorriam e a ela. Seus sons se misturavam e você já deveria ter uma noção que soava quase obscena agora, algo que os vizinhos claramente reclamariam depois. No entanto, focou apenas na maneira como sua namorada revirava os olhos e gemia baixinho com a fricção gostosa de suas intimidades se tocando e levou uma de suas mãos até seu seio beliscando.

“Momo, por favor. Eu não aguento mais.”, postulou sôfrega e finalmente, a mulher anuiu em compaixão. Levou uma de suas mãos até seu rosto e se inclinou para frente para beijá-la.

“Vem pra mim, você fica tão linda gozando que chega até ser pecado eu te negar isso mais uma vez.”, admitiu. Sob seus lábios, você soltou todos os sons possíveis enquanto sentia ela te levando ao ápice com uma frequência maior. Aumentando a velocidade para que você chegasse lá mais rápido.

Não demorou muito pra acontecer, seu orgasmo chegando tão arrebatadoramente que mordeu seu lábio sem querer arrancar sangue. Contudo, Momo lambeu antes que pudesse escorrer para fora de sua boca. Você estava destruída, desgastada na cama e se recuperando dos jatinhos que ainda espiravam de você involuntariamente em pequenas quantias quando sentiu os dela vindo também.

Momo gozou te beijando, uma mistura maluca de dentes, saliva e um pouquinho de cabelo que no final, acabaram por fazer as duas rirem. Ela se jogou ao seu lado, um lenço já em sua mão como sempre fazia quando terminavam as relações. Te limpando suavemente e se desculpando sempre que você pulava em surpresa ou dor.

Você, no entanto, sorria boba e divertida. “Quem diria que um vídeo de peitinhos te deixaria assim. Acho que devo fazer isso mais vezes.”

Momo apertou o lenço em sua buceta fazendo choramingar manhosa, ela riu jogando ele fora.

“Não seja má comigo, você gostou.”, afirmou jogando uma das pernas pelo quadril dela. Assentindo, Hirai te abraçou com os lábios carnudos traçando um caminho de beijinhos pelo seu rosto.

“Gostei, você sabe que eu amo seus peitos. Só que um aviso seria bom da próxima vez, algum dos meus colegas de trabalho poderia ter visto.”, alertou ela de olhinhos fechados.

“Talvez, eles só ficassem com inveja do que você ia ter te esperando quando chegasse em casa. Ou se for uma garota bonitinha, você podia a chamar.”, brincou piscando.

Sabia exatamente como judiar da namorada que abriu um dos olhos beliscando sua bunda nua, virando o jogo e ficando por cima de você. “Tá merecendo uma chave de buceta bem dada nessa sua cara, não acha não?”

Você sorriu sapeca. “Só se for sua.”

Os vizinhos, com certeza, reclamariam no dia seguinte mas a necessidade entre vocês duas era maior do que qualquer notificação de incômodo ali.

#₊‧ ˖ ࣪ ་ 🐇 works by vivi #hirai momo #hirai momo smut #momo smut #twice smut #momo twice #twice #twice fluff #twice reactions #twice headcanons

[lustfultwicesnaps]

What do you think about smoking after sex? (all members if possible)

Genre: Smut, Question/Reaction

Pairing: Dom Twice and Female reader

Name: Im Nayeon

Scenario: “Well honestly I think it’s kinda funny and cute when a bottom smokes afterward especially if they’re giggly and silly too.” Said Nayeon

Name: Yoo Jeongyeon

Scenario: “I don’t really like my submissive smoking, I’ll be so worried about their health the whole time we’re together.” Said Jeongyeon

Name: Minatozaki Sana

Scenario: “We’re both adults if you’re gonna smoke you’re gonna do it, but you better come back and apologize to your king afterward for leaving.” Said Sana

Name: Hirai Momo

Scenario: “Smoke before, during, and after, a cigarette or blunt shit let’s have a few drinks together too.” She said laughing a bit, “I don’t care really I’ve seen people do both and it doesn’t really matter to me.” Said Momo

Name: Park Jihyo

Scenario: “They can do it if they want, but I don’t really like the smell of cigarettes and weed. I honestly want them to do it before and wash up right after.” Said Jihyo

Name: Myoui Mina

Scenario: “Ummm, I actually kinda like the smell of it, so smoking after we have sex wouldn’t bother me. One time while I having sex and the submissive was smoking during it, and I got a contact high from it and it was a pretty fun night.” Momo said smiling softly.

Name: Kim Dahyun

Scenario: “It can be quite peaceful setting actually, after sex siting together on a hotel back watching the sun rise while my sub smokes and we talk. A lot of time submissive are pretty quiet, and they can get pretty talkative afterwards.

Name: Son Chaeyoung

Scenario: “I remember when a bottom I was messing with was trying to hide they smoked, it was so funny hearing them tiptoe around.” Said Chaeyoung while chuckling, “I kinda find it adorable now, let's watch a movie together and cuddle together while you’re smoking I have an ashtray on my nightstand.”

Name: Chou Tzuyu

Scenario: “Oooo do you smoke sweetie? Come on tell me the truth about it I won’t tell anyone else I promise, would you wanna have a late-night slumber party it’ll be so fun together.”

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[lavenderbexlatte]

day 15: lingerie

twice 1.4k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Hirai Momo suggestive/SFW

🖤 warnings: lots of staring, a secret lingerie kink, or maybe just a big crush on momo who even knows~🖤

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You've never felt less professional in your life.

It's the very essence of your job to look at pretty people. Being an assistant DP means your life is full of spotless sets, glittering lights, and beautiful, beautiful people. And usually, it's all mundane.

People can get used to anything, after long enough. And you'd thought you were used to pretty people.

This shoot isn't even anything special.

You've done dozens of lingerie shoots. Even a few kink shoots for adult websites, with even less clothes than the models are wearing today. And usually, any twinge of interest in the people wearing those clothes is absolutely killed by the alternately boring and stressful demands of your job. It's hard to be horny when you need to hold reflectors for eight hours straight.

But this client is unbelievable.

She's independently famous, something outside of modeling, but you're pretty sure you've never seen her before today.

You wish you had, though, because she's stunning.

The line being advertised is some very expensive lingerie brand that you've also never heard of, delicate luxury fabrics that the wardrobe girls have already complained about. Apparently they're only allowed to use certain kinds of thread to tailor them up, something about weight and fabric pulling. The intricacies of fashion are above you, but that's fine. The models look great.

Especially this girl.

You're sure your face is extremely unprofessional, as she takes off the big teddy bear coat covering her outfit and steps onto the set.

Her abs catch your eye first. You don't see many models with visible abs that seem like they're the result of effort, rather than simply body composition.

Wouldn't matter to you, either way, because her face is equally as stunning, and you can't fake that. Intelligent eyes and a sneaky smile, glossy black hair with stair bangs.

Ridiculously pretty.

"Are you ready?" asks the director.

This girl nods. "Ready."

"Anything uncomfy?"

"No."

"Then let's get going."

It's a businesslike exchange, polite and short, and usually you'd be right there with everyone else. Your boss, the DP, who's calling lights and judging the placement of fake plants. The director nudging and complimenting the model into different spots on the tight set.

Usually, you'd be just as busy. But you're just kind of...watching.

Watching, as this girl in her thick garters and black bustier bends and smolders and tosses her hair for the camera.

Someone finally says her name, and it's the makeup artist, darting to the edge of the set between shots.

"Momo, can I fix your lipstick?"

You think her lipstick is perfect, personally, but whatever. The makeup artist smooths a little brush over the model's full bottom lip, taking away some imperceptible imperfections, and you just watch, like an idiot.

Really, you never thought you had a thing for lingerie.

It's part of your job to see it in detail, like this. It's part of life to see it at all. You're  person in society. Clothes never really did it for you, even intimate clothes.

Must be the girl, then.

It must be.

"Let's do the warm light, next," the director decides. "Can I get the reflector in here?"

Shit. That means you.

The unwieldy gold fabric circle is admittedly pretty neat, a tool that reflects the studio lights back with a warm gold-colored tint. And this one is handheld, which means that someone has to stand next to the model and angle it just so, to get the perfect lighting.

That someone is you.

And in you go, hauling the reflector.

"Up close on the left, please. Her right," the director tells you. "Thanks."

You can't see any flaws in her lipstick up close, either. Momo gives you a very interesting, oddly knowing kind of smile, as you hover beside her with your reflector. It's a few moments of taking direction - a little right, a little up, closer...not that close you're in frame - and then just holding the pose until the director decides to let up.

Usually you'd be counting the seconds, as your muscles stiffen up from staying in the same awkward spot, praying for the shoot to end.

But right now, you're focused on not being super weird.

You need to watch her, to make sure that the light doesn't change. You need to be aware of the glare off the silvery hardware of her garters, to move the screen around if she changes poses. That, of course, means you kind of need to stare at her.

And Momo seems to like that you're staring at her.

Maybe you're reading into it, just wishful thinking. But every time she adjusts, and you adjust with her, trying to look at her just enough but not too much, Momo...looks at you.

It's a smirk, it's definitely a smirk. Not a smile. Sneakier than that. She's smirking at you.

That probably means that you're being obvious, and she can tell that you're interested in her. Or at least intrigued by her. She's so pretty, pretty enough that you probably wouldn't be brave enough to approach her at a party. Pretty enough that she's probably used to people reacting to her like this.

It doesn't help that she's only wearing lingerie.

"Anything else you wanna try?" the director asks.

This director is a nice lady, accommodating even when she has to rush through bookings like this to meet deadlines, so this is one of the usual questions. Letting the models suggest poses and concepts helps them take some control over their gigs, a rarity in the fashion world that moves so fast and objectifies so quickly. You usually appreciate it a lot.

But today, Momo hums her consideration, and looks at you.

"What do you think?" she asks.

You startle. "What?"

"Is there any position you think would look good?"

Momo is grinning at you, an innocent smile, but her eyes are glinting. She absolutely knows what she's doing, and she's doing it on purpose.

The director doesn't even blink. "Any ideas?"

"I mean, I-" you stammer. "No, everything has been good, yeah-"

"Then we're finished," the director decides.

Embarrassing, but you're safe now.

Or, you're safe for the next ten minutes.

Sets move fast, and it's only a matter of seconds before Momo has retreated to the greenroom with her manager, and the next girl is brought out. This girl is also very pretty, but you don't have the same brain-melting reaction to her. Which is a fucking relief, because it means that you didn't suddenly get weird.

As the next shoot starts, the DP calls you over.

"Can you go get the colored screens? We're gonna need red for this girl."

"Sure," you agree.

So you take the gold reflector, and the regular silver one, and walk to the supply racks to find the primary-colored ones. You'll grab red, and blue for good measure...

"You got a second?"

Oh, no.

You turn around, and there's Momo, wrapped in her teddy bear coat again, leaning against the doorway to her closet-sized greenroom.

"I guess," you say, nervous.

"I just wanted to know if you liked this outfit."

While you still have the presence of mind, you put the reflectors in their spot on the wheeled rack in the hallway.

That's a good call, too, because as soon as your eyes are on Momo again, she drops the coat.

And there's that lingerie set, again.

"It seemed like you liked it," she adds.

She's still standing like she's on set, posed against the doorframe, her fluffy coat piled at her feet. It's ridiculous that someone can be this hot. You're mesmerized by the dip of her skin around the tight band of the garters, the smooth lines of her cleavage over the top of the bustier, her abs...

"I liked it. I like it," you say.

You probably sound way too eager, but it's too late to try and fix yourself.

Momo tilts her head, looking purposefully, artfully curious. "Would you wanna touch it?"

You wheeze.

"The outfit, I mean," she says mildly. "Of course. It's really nice. You could touch it."

You're not entirely sure what's happening, or why, but there is some higher power smiling down on you right now, and you're not about to waste it.

Fingers of one hand tugging at the thigh strap of her garter, the other hand smoothing a path up the expensive silk and lace of her bustier. She's all but laughing at you and your eagerness, and she lets you crowd her backwards into her greenroom. You at least have the presence of mind to not want to get caught.

"This a normal thing for you?" Momo asks.

You relish the chance to answer. "No!"

"Huh." Her face is far too satisfied. "Must just be me, then."

The feeling of the delicate material of her lingerie under your hands does feel fantastic, but you think she's probably right.

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[starnhearts]

KINKTOBER DAY THREE

alpha! momo x omega! f! reader | today's prompts were omegaverse and breeding | reader is referred to with she/her and has female anatomy | WC: 1056 | sorry if this one isn't as good, i had to try and get this done pretty fast!

MINORS DNI

Fuck.

Y/N was out of suppressants and she felt her pre-heat starting.

Y/N had been on suppressants for years now. It wasn’t anything special, it just kept her from being able to get pregnant or having heats. It was still obvious she was an omega, no added scent-blocking or anything, but it kept her from having to take time off to handle her problems. 

Momo would ask so nicely about when or if she wanted to pause taking them, Y/N would always just laugh it off. They could just have regular sex without Y/N being in heat. Momo never seemed particularly upset by this, she understood how much of an inconvenience heats could be.

But this is the first heat Y/N’s ever had with Momo, and she was busy practicing. Which left Y/N waiting, having to helplessly try and ease the arousal with her fingers and the selection of toys she had.

It doesn’t work, obviously. It hardly even takes the edge off. Y/N needed Momo in her, right now. Her cunt ached, Y/N felt like there was electricity flowing right down to her core, it was almost painful how badly she needed her alpha in her. Her mate.

The front door jingled open after what felt like centuries, revealing a curious Momo standing at it. Y/N lets out a soft whine, Momo instantly taking off her coat and rushing to the bedroom.

"Y/N..?" she breathed, eyeing her, Y/N not having the shame to stop furiously rubbing at her clit and piping a toy inside of her dripping cunt. Y/N just whimpers, looking up at Momo with her puppy eyes. "Did you stop taking suppressants?" 

"Forgot them." Y/N mewled, only able to speak between her whines and pants. Y/N is unable to ignore the tent in Momo's pants, growing more desperate for her cock as she looked at it. Momo's scent was invading Y/N's nostrils, a bitter scent of coffee flooding the room, stronger than Y/N's scent despite her heat.

"Y/N, can I please..?" Momo trailed off, voice airy and desperate as she struggled to finish her sentence. Y/N is barely able to whimper out a small plea before Momo is stripping herself of her clothes, revealing her muscular figure. Momo practically jumped into the bed, climbing on top of Y/N and pulling the dildo out of her gently. She's sure the ruts must cloud alpha’s minds as much as heats cloud omega’s with Momo’s eagerness and lack of hesitation to cut to the chase.

Momo licks a stripe up her neck, sucking and biting all over her neck, careful to avoid where her mating bite should be. Y/N is confident it will leave a mark, especially with her graciously her alpha seemed to use her teeth. Momo doesn’t waste much time, thrusting her cock into Y/N, teeth still grazing against her neck. Y/N gasped, her walls quickly adjusting around Momo’s size. “You’re so tight..” Momo groaned, bucking her hips forward into Y/N’s cunt.

“Momo..” she whimpered, hands gripping into the sheets. Momo chuckled at this, pressing the rest of her length into Y/N. Y/N doesn’t need much time to adjust, long stretched out by this point. Y/N takes a deep breath, the feeling of her alpha inside of her clouding her mind. Momo takes this as a sign to give Y/N a little more, snaking her hand down to her throbbing clit and pressing her finger against this. Y/N, nothing but sensitive from her heat, lets out a high pitched squeak, eyes shutting. “Fuck! More, please!”

“Of course, baby.” Momo purred, pressing against her clit with more strength this time,  rubbing her finger up and down. Strings of moans fall from Y/N’s mouth, pleasure running straight through her veins. Momo slowly thrusted her cock in and out of Y/N’s dripping heat, her length always pushing against her center earning a sharp moan from Y/N. “I’ve waited for this for so long.” she mumbled, Y/N unsure that the comment was even for her to hear.

Momo rolled her hips into Y/N a little faster, taking her time to work up to a faster pace. Y/N’s cunt was dripping wet, easy for Momo to thrust in and out of. Y/N was always excited to spend time like this with Momo, but today was so much better than she could have thought. 

“Feels so good!” Y/N groaned, Momo’s thrusts worked up to a frantic pace, mercilessly ramming into Y/N. Y/N’s pussy clenched around Momo’s cock, loud moans spilling from her lips. Her legs had started to shake and tension had began to build inside of her, taking absolutely no time for her to become desperate to cum. “Alpha! Fuck, I’m close!” she yelped, words barely understandable as they tumbled out of her lips.

“Shit, me too.” Momo groaned, her free hand gripping onto Y/N’s hip and holding onto it, her other one grinding down harder against Y/N’s clit. Momo’s thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier, no longer a clear rhythm to her thrusts. “Do you want me to pull out?” she whispered, her head ducked right by Y/N’s, hot breath hitting her ear.

“F-fuck, no!” Y/N said, her breaths becoming labored and frantic. “Please don’t.”

“Oh?” Momo said curiously, refusing to wipe the grin off her face. “My omega wants to be bred full of my cum?”

“Yes! Shit, alpha! Yes!” Y/N moaned out.

“Say it.” Momo ordered, tone still light and teasing yet there was no mistake she was being serious.

“Please breed me!” Y/N whimpered, voice desperate as ever.

This seemed to drive Momo off the edge, the alpha letting out a loud moan before her body gave out, filling Y/N’s cunt with pumps of hot cum. Y/N cums with a shudder not shortly after, body finally relaxing.

Y/N initially tries to pull away, before discovering that Momo’s knot was deep inside of her stomach, leaving her attached to Momo for an hour or so.

“Love you.” Momo purred, arms wrapping around the omega. The omega hums in return, eyes growing heavy as she finally falls asleep for the night.

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[babybeastluv]

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[miinatozakiii]

vixen

hirai momo x fem!reader ; pining, fluff, angst, smut

wc: 14.7k

synopsis: when your boyfriend takes you to meet his family the last thing you had expected was to be eyed up and down by his step-sister – and honestly, you’re checking her out too.

warnings: smut!! ; fingering ; oral ; making out against the door, on the couch, in the elevator ; some soft sex ; reader has a *gags* bf ; momo is readers boyfriends’ very hot step sister ; not too happy with the pacing ; pining pining and pining ; brief implied homophobia ; anything else I didn't mention ; not proofread

a/n: i’ve never had a bf ever in my life or even talked to a man romantically so sorry if the whole having a bf part is really bad (lesbian since birth basically)

literally nothing could have ever prepared you for this moment. nothing.

the woman standing right there in front of you, a foot away looking down at you from the door; she’s gorgeous, she’s fucking hot. 

you’re meeting your boyfriend's family for the first time after dating for three months, yeah you were nervous about this whole meeting, picking out appropriate clothes for dinner with his parents and sibling. it was normal to feel this way, however, you’re much more nervous as the woman in front of you scans you down. 

those cheekbones could have been carved by aphrodite herself, sharp and perfect. her eyes, a dark brown, send a shiver down your spine. her lips are a tempting shade of pink, parting just a bit the more she takes in your presence. she gives you a curious look, you can't help but avert your eyes and your gaze inevitably travels, trailing down her crop top, lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of abs peeking out–

“and you are?” she clears the air, looking you up and down with the same hint of interest.

clearing your throat, you respond, “oh, hi. i’m um, thomas’s girlfriend…” 

the word girlfriend rolls off your tongue weirdly in the presence of whoever she is. you’re indicating that you’re taken, taken by… thomas.

“ahhh,” she says so casually, it still makes your breath hitch right then and there, the tremble of her voice vibrating in the air and reaching your ears like a cold brush of wind. then she smirks, and your knees go weak. “you’re y/n? i didn’t know he managed to get with someone so–” she eyes you up and down, smiling wider now. “--striking.”

you don’t know what to say, don’t know how to react because jesus fucking christ the woman of the century has just complimented you. you’ve just met her and weirdly enough she has you like putty.

“momo?” you hear a deep voice shout from inside the house. 

the familiar face of your boyfriend appears seconds later, he smiles at you, pulling you in by the waist - you almost trip. and then he kisses you on the lips, deeply. the fact that the woman from before is witnessing this makes you cringe internally, so you pull away for a bit, stopping his advances with a hand on his chest.

“hey, babe, not um, now.” you whisper, earning a strange look.  

“oh, okay.” he says dissapointedly. you turn to the side, looking at the woman again. your boyfriend raises his brows in disinterest. “oh, her? she’s my stepsister.”

the stepsister (the prettiest woman you’ve laid eyes on) looks at you again. her eyes go from your eyes to your lips, down your body and back up to your eyes. her brows raise up in interest, amusement – something along the lines of that – before she introduces herself.

“momo.” it’s such a simple name, but it fits her image. you’d love to know this momo more. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“yeah, likewise.”

she smiles at you, almost like she knows she has you under a spell.

“thomas been treating you well?”

“oh, yeah.” you look over to your boyfriend, he’s rolling his eyes at momo. “he’s great.”

momo snickers, “uh huh, sure. i bet.”

“oh stop that.” thomas says, “you’re being annoying.” he puts his arm around your waist again before tilting his head to the side and winking at you. “let’s go to my room.” 

you nod and he leads you down up the stairs, still, you manage to catch another glimpse of momo before you head up. she looks at you with narrowed eyes, complimented by a grin that shows a bit of her teeth. 

your clench your jaw before redirecting your attention.

–

the fact that you’re thinking about your boyfriend's step sister more than him the whole time he’s entertaining you in his room is a little concerning.

even when he shows you his stupid trophies and pictures of his lacrosse team, you can’t shake momo off your mind.

momo, momo who’s probably the prettiest person you’ve seen. she looks nothing like thomas, clearly not because if you’re being honest, his visuals don’t have a chance against hers. it’s terrible though, you shouldn’t be thinking this, you can’t.

but even when your boyfriend is kissing you suddenly, sliding his hands up your torso and shifting his lips to your jaw, you still think of her. 

–

thomas sits you down at the dinner table, squeezing your hand as you situate yourselves.

thomas’s dad sits in front of him and his stepmom – you assume, she has similar features as momo – sits on the same end of the table. 

in front of you is momo, of course.

if you were to lift your head up, even shift your look up, you’d meet her features. 

as she sits at the dinner table, engrossed in her phone as she waits for the food to cool down. your boyfriend's parents initiate the conversation, delving into inquiries about your life, your background, your family, etc – basically throwing around questions you’d expected. they come across as warm and inviting, particularly momo's mom, whose voice is sweet and genuine – contrast to thomas's dad's straightforward and blunt tone.

“so, what are you majoring in?” momo’s mom asks.

“public health, i also used to minor in art… but it didn’t really fit.” you answer. 

she raises her brows, looking at momo now. “did you hear that honey? she used to do art. my daughter does something in that field, what was it?”

momo looks up and into your eyes, making you shrink in your seat.

“architecture and graphic design.” she says, tilting her head. “what classes did you take when you minored?”

“oh, um, intro to art history and the basics, you know… um…” you start to trail off, watching as the woman in front grins wider.

“that’s cool” she says simply. she thinks it’s cool, this is great.

thomas speaks up, chicken and rice still half eaten in his mouth, “yeah, art is cool but it’s not gonna get you paid.” his tone is judgemental, making you frown. “momo spends all her tuition on classes that teach you how to draw a stick figure on a laptop and make buildings with popsicle sticks.”

momo grimaces. “oh shut up, at least everyone that takes art isn’t an egotistical snob.” 

her mom butts in, “hey, let’s not fight at the dinner table in front of our guest.”

thomas puts his hands up in defense. “right, sorry for reminding you that i have a secure job and career coming my way. my bad little sis.” he grins, raising his brows. “y/n has a good path too, not as good as business, sorry babe, but still, good money – at least after you go to medical school or whatever.”

“hey, thomas…” you respond, voice small. he’s unbelievably obnoxious right now. “i think… art is cool momo.”

momo looks at you again after your words of reassurance, smiling. you could be delusional, maybe just a little, but you swear there’s a little flush on your cheeks. you might just be delusional, though.

as dinner progresses, you make a point to compliment thomas's dad on his delicious chicken recipe, eliciting a bright smile from him, probably the first of the evening. momo's mom shares more details about her, capturing your attention more than any information that’s dropped about thomas. you like how momo get’s a little more timid when anecdotes are dropped, you don’t pay attention to any shared of thomas other than the time he got hit by a seagull when he was four. that made you laugh, it made everyone laugh.

the night comes to an end with thomas’s arm around your shoulder, the feeling of it heavy and a little overwhelming, but he’s your boyfriend and you’re in front of his family out for display, so you decide to ignore the weird feeling in your heart – especially the discomfort when momo manages to meet the scene.

thomas is later sent to do the dishes, giving you more time to converse with his parents one on one. they seem to genuinely enjoy your company. his dad's smiles become more frequent, and his stepmom expresses her fondness for you, commenting on how cute and wonderful you are.

you spot momo in the corner of your eye wiping the table down, her tricep flexing when her arm moves forward, the small curve of her bicep prominent when she brings her arm back. you decide – after seeing this sight – that you want to talk to her, alone.

you walk towards her, standing just by the side of the table. feeling the new presence creep in, momo turns to her left, catching you in her vision.

the sight of you there, clad in a loose sweater and shorts, makes her smile a little.

“hi.” you greet, offering a small smile back.

“hey.”

“do you need help with that?” you ask her, “i feel bad just letting you two do the work.”

“i’m almost done.” momo shrugs, then begins to wipe again. “don’t worry about it, you’re our guest y/n.”

you frown slightly, feeling helpless as you stand there, watching momo wipe down the table silently.

“by the way,” she starts, making you perk your head up. “why do you like my brother? how did you two even meet?”

“oh,” you shrink when momo’s eyes meet yours. “my friend introduced me to him when we went out to eat. he made me laugh a lot and, i guess i thought he was cute–”

but wow, if i knew you were even cuter? i don’t know what i’d do.

“--and he’s funny. we went on a few dates later on and now, now i’m here.”

momo hums, looking at you with narrowed eyes now. “well, i’m glad he makes you happy. you guys are cute.”

you respond with a “thanks.” before momo turns to finish off the last side of the table, but before she can do that, you invade her personal space a little. she’s surprised when you’re leaning in, lips near her ear and muttering, “i’m sorry for how he acted earlier, i thought it was really rude, i’ll talk to him about that. i think architecture and graphic design are really cool, my friend chaeyoung is an art major actually.”

when you pull away, faces a hand width apart, the two of you find yourselves staring at each other for a bit. momo chuckles, her smile even wider now.

“wow, you’re really cute y/n. no wonder my brother pursued you.” her words ring in your ear as if you’d been thrown against some giant bell. you find yourself blushing and look away. momo begins again, “it’s fine though. he’s my brother, he’s always like that – it’s how siblings are.”

“right, sorry i just, i thought it was rude.” 

“he’s like that.” momo shrugs, “i guess he’s nicer to you than he is with me.”

“oh, maybe.”

she places her hand on your shoulder, her very nice-looking hand with nude colored polish and visible veins running on the top of it. you almost shudder, the contact makes you stiffen up a bit.

“don’t overthink it.” momo suggests, “he’s just a guy. he’s like that, don’t worry, seriously. i’m not going to cry myself to sleep because some 5’7 guy made fun of my major.” 

you giggle at her joke and find yourself being pulled into someone seconds later – to your dismay.

“alright, that’s enough of bothering my girlfriend.” he teases, kissing your forehead. “let me drive you home babe, that okay?”

“yeah of course, let me get my bag.” you kiss him on the cheek as well. 

momo begins to walk away from the scene and you feel a twinge of disappointment. you kind of hoped to have more conversation with her, but there’s always more opportunity considering the fact that you’ll probably be over more.

part of you has to remind yourself that the reason you’ll be over is to hangout with your boyfriend – not to learn more about momo.

–

you’ve lived alone for a few semesters, the first two being the year you shared a dorm with yeri. you were sent on a scholarship, almost a full ride, so your parents decided to be generous since you pretty much lived out their expectations.

having your own place also meant having a whole living place to do whatever you want. you had a single bedroom apartment to yourself, no bathroom to share, no roommate to bicker with over stupid little things like dishes. sure, it got pretty lonely without your best friend, but she visited often anyway. now that you have your own place, the world is basically your oyster. you missed yeri a good amount of the time – at least she didn’t have to have that fear of walking in on you and thomas getting a little… intimate. 

thomas hovers over you, his grunts muffled into your neck as he desperately thrusts into you. it’s not the worst feeling – his dick inside – but it’s definitely worse than the foreplay, which says a lot.

now that you and thomas have more time and space to get hot and heavy, he never takes it for granted, and you’re never against it, wanting your boyfriend to feel good.

and when he cums – not really minding that you didn’t do the same – he kisses you on the lips sloppily, muttering a few curses against your lips while you send your hands down his back, falsely scratching at the muscles he’s worked for as if you’d felt the same sensation as him.

(you like him a lot, really, enough to the point where you’ll fake pleasure.)

“fuck, baby,” he sighs as he flops down next to you, catching his breath. “that was so,” he kisses the corner of your lips, “amazing.”

maybe for you.

“mhm,” you hum, he smiles at you, and it’s kind of cute, so is the ruffled hair. thomas can be cute sometimes.

the sound of buzzing fills the now quiet room. thomas looks over to his left, reaching for his phone, then tenses his jaw a bit. you quirk a brow, turning over to place your arm over him and before you can even ask – he sits up.

“baby.” he turns, looking down at you with an apologetic expression. “i’m sorry, i have this thing to go to.”

“now?” you prop yourself up on one arm, your palm holding your cheek as you question, “what thing?”

“business, you know.” and you for one, do not know. what business does he have at three – almost four – in the afternoon? he runs a hand through his hair before kissing you on the forehead, whispering a, “i’m sorry, i’ll text you later, okay baby?”

“um, okay.” you mumble, looking at him confusedly as he finds his boxers, slipping them on before checking his phone again.

“seriously, i’ll text you.”

“okay thomas, have fun.”

you lie there, your eyes half-closed, listening to the rustling of fabric as he retrieves his jeans and t-shirt. just before he leaves, you hear him mumble a "love you," and then the door shuts, leaving you alone, naked in your own disheveled sheets.

turning over, just enough to let the afternoon light seep through the blinds and into your eyes, you pull the blanket up and over you, engulfing your whole body. 

your phone makes a loud ding from the bedside table, prompting you to open your eyes a little so you can check whatever the notification is. you lazily scoot your head over to peek at the screen, reading the words on the screen–

your eyes widen at the “cafe pop up at the park!!! spring flavors!!!” reminder, instantly giving you a burst of energy despite the activity from before.

then it hits you; you haven’t done shit today, nothing at all. waking up with thomas was one thing, but not enough(clearly), and then that movie you can’t even remember the plot of since thomas was too busy eyeing you, feeling you up, rubbing your thigh and fuck, you really wanted to finish that movie. some stupid rom-com that you were invested in, thomas seemed to be interested in something else.

you force yourself up and the blanket falls down to your stomach, your tits out on display now and you can see a faint hickey on the left side of your chest in the mirror across from you. you comb your fingers through your hair, fixing it up before heading to your bathroom.

this is better than being a bum for the rest of the day anyway.

–

the ten minute walk to the infamous park – adorned with beautiful cherry blossoms, blooming tulips, and public spaces to gather and catch up – makes you forget about everything that had happened before.

there are various friend groups around, each holding a cup of coffee with the words “kim’s kaffeine,” belonging to the new cafe that opened months ago, the same cafe hosting a little pop-up to promote their new blend.

once you reach the cafe, there’s already a line – maybe seven or eight people – unfortunately. 

still, you decide that it could be worst, considering it’s a pop up and at the newest cafe. recently you had seen a promotion video of the place on instagram, so it’s not surprising that there’d be a wait that would take more than ten minutes. 

after scrolling through texts in he groupchat with your friendgroup, looking at their various reels sent and stupid debates on where to hangout next; you look up and finally it’s your time to order. you were here for one thing, that popular latte they’ve been advertising and of course that’s what you had ordered. 

it takes about five minutes for the barista to finish up your drink, and when she’s done, she calls out your name with enthusiasm and smiles at you once you walk over, quickly rushing a “thank you!” before tending to the next order. 

you swirl the coffee around and take a sip, relishing the taste and considering coming over more often. usually you’d be underwhelmed by foods or drinks that had gained so much attention, but this particular beverage really met your standards. 

without thinking, you turn around swiftly and manage to run into a woman. you hear her gasp as soon as you two clash and feel the iced coffee from your drink seep into your clothing.

you look down to see a damp, rosy region on your t-shirt and a few drops on your white shoes.

“oh my god im so sorry–” her voice is laced with panic, and then she looks up, looking horrified when she processes just who she’s run into. “y/n?”

mouth agape and eyes widening, you pause in place as you stare at the woman: momo.

she’s an inch taller, eyes angled downwards in the slightest to meet yours apologetically. she reaches for the pocket inside her blazer, pulling out a napkin before handing it to you. 

“momo?” her name rolls off your tongue almost like a question, but also as if you were happy to see her despite the circumstances.

(you are, in fact, happy to see her despite your t-shirt being stained with half your cherry blossom latte.)

“y/n, sorry, i was rushing and i didn’t see you.” her voice is bashful, eyes tearing away from yours as she takes off her blazer, which reveals a black tank top underneath. she hands you the blazer, insisting, “here, take it – for the trouble of course. i’ll get you another drink.”

shaking your head and waving your hand at her, you flash a smile and quickly respond, “no, no it’s fine. it was an accident, no need to–”

“no, please, let me.” momo butts in, “i know the owners, i mean, i was the one who designed the posters and menu after all. i also know the barista really well, she’ll give them for free.”

you can’t really argue with her after that, so you reluctantly nod. “right, okay.”

she puts her hand on your shoulder, looking relieved. your eyes meet her hand, the hand on your shoulder. your shoulder. her hand. on you. 

“i’m sorry again, here–” momo puts the sleeves of the blazer on either shoulder before making a little knot, which covers the stain solidly. “this should do it.”

she grins at you, looking proud of her work (she’s done the bare minimum, but somehow cutely) and you can’t help but grin back after seeing her like that. the glasses she has on make her seem a little dorky, which is honestly adorable to you, making your smile grow even wider – a toothy one. 

warmth spreads across your cheeks, and you even feel your ears grow a little warm too. “thanks momo.”

-

momo was right; not only did you get your drink, but it got upgraded from a small to large, with an extra shot of espresso, and it was all free.

she interacted with the barista freely, joking around and even getting teased. the barista had sent you a cheeky look – one which you ignored – when she realized that momo was ordering for you as well. 

“one large iced cherry blossom latte! one hot, large mocha!” the barista had shouted soon after. once you and momo had received the drinks, the barista smiled at you widely, eyes moving back and forth between the two of you with a little smirk. “you two enjoy the rest of the evening.”

“thank’s dahyun, see you soon.”

“yeah yeah, thanks for leeching off my business.” the barista jokes, rolling her eyes at momo. “and have a good one, momo’s friend.” 

caught off guard, you laugh, “thank you, you too!” before momo reaches for your tricep and lures you away from cafe. you turn around to see the barista – dahyun you assume was her name – waving, adding a little wink to the mix.

you and momo find yourself walking over to a bench, and once you sit down she immediately apologizes.

“i’m so sorry again, i’m so dumb.” she pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. “so sorry.”

“don’t say that, trust me it happens to a lot of people.” you assure, giving her a smile. you take a sip of your latte, smiling even wider as you sit next to her. “thank you for the drink – and the size upgrade. your friend is very sweet.”

“it’s no problem, i mean even if it weren’t for free i’d pay for it. you’re thomas’s girlfriend after all.” 

you turn away from her, snickering before you look down at the drink in your hand. “is that all you see me as?”

“what?”

“your brother’s girlfriend?”

“no, not at all.” momo pauses, turning to face you instead of the little boy playing with his dog across the park. “do you see me as just his sister?”

“not right now, no.”

“not now?”

your faces meet each other now after you turn, smug smirks that mirror each other. momo laughs and all you can do is laugh too.  

“i mean, last time i just saw you as thomas’s really pretty sister. now all i see is momo, the person who spilled coffee all over me.”

she pushes your shoulder playfully, rolling her eyes to hide how flustered she is after hearing you call her “really pretty.”

“oh stop that.” momo sighs, “i’m sorry, again.”

“apologize again and i’ll spill coffee on you.” you warn teasingly, making momo laugh again. 

silence falls over for a short moment as the two of you people-watch. momo sips on her mocha, and you catch her in your peripheral, waiting for her to continue the conversation or say something else.

she’s interesting, you note, with the way you’ve already warmed up to her. she’s a stark contrast from her brother; talking to her is definitely less stressful. you can speak your mind and joke freely. 

momo doesn’t look at you when she suddenly asks, “are you doing anything? or did you only drop by to get coffee and go back?”

“oh, no not at all. i’m pretty much free, thomas had something to do so…” you force a smile, pursing your lips together a bit. “why do you ask?”

“i came here to study for a project actually. do you want to accompany me?” 

you grin at her, crossing one leg over the other before you respond, “of course,” because what else do you have to do? and besides, momo’s company would be much better than walking around the park alone.

“great.” momo says, then stands, grabbing your wrist and urging you up with her.

–

–

she leads you down the park, a little deeper where there’s less families and more students trying to study in an area that’s full of sunlight.

the two of you walk beside each other and halfway through the walk momo pulls out a small notepad, then fishes for a pen in her bag. you observe carefully, watching her take notes of her surroundings and sketch small designs of what looks to be some type of public architecture. momo sits you two down by a concrete bench, right in front of a singled out tree that’s surrounded by grass and the wooden trail through the park.

her tongue sticks out as she sketches, then her glasses slip down her nose and you’re quick to push them back up with your finger. momo looks at you in surprise, a small blush painted on her cheeks as she mutters a small “thank you.”

momo’s really cute, which is a little conflicting for some reason. 

you’ve been silent most of the time, not really saying anything because momo hasn’t either, and because you’re too busy watching the way her expression’s change as she thinks to herself, finding the purse of her lips and those scrunched brows oddly alluring – and that smile of yours hard to fight back.

“what are you working on by the way?” you ask, which makes her perk her head up in surprise.

“oh, it’s for a project. we’re proposing architectural designs and ideas that might be considered – like, they might actually build it.” momo explains, then scoots over so that your shoulder is touching hers, showing you the notepad. there’s a sketch of the tree and around it are sketches that you can’t really make out. shecontinues, “surrounding it are little sitting areas, maybe to protect the tree and prevent it from deteriorating, i don’t know.” she puts the pen to her bottom lip, thinking to herself again. “there’s not a lot of seating in this particular area because they don’t want to get rid of the natural aspect, but that means it’s not as versatile because people don’t want to stay in a spot thats–”

momo looks up at you, second guessing herself. 

you look away from the notepad and back at her, tilting your head in confusion. “why’d you stop?”

“sorry i just– you know, i feel like im rambling.” momo chuckles awkwardly, looking down at her notepad once again. “it’s just something for my class–”

“no, i like it, keep talking.” cutting her off, you reach out for her hand to stop her from closing the notepad. “it’s interesting, and i like your rambling so…”

your hand is on her’s, spiking both your heartbeats. momo gulps lightly, giggling her nervousness off again.

“you’re so strange y/n.” momo teases, smiling down at the pen in her hand. “anyway,”

she continues on about her ideas for eco friendly study areas, small structures and designs that are fit for the elderly and others that are fit for the younger generation. she’s really lively about it too, using her hands ask she talks, her expressions growing more animated. 

you find yourself propped up on both hands while you sit, body leaned back as you listen and watch her with stars in your eyes.

“momo.”

she hums, looking up from her notepad. “yeah?”

“are you single?”

she freezes, her cheeks starting to flush as she looks away. she starts to laugh under her breath, shaking her head before responding, “what kind of question is that?”

“just curious.” you admit. “you’re pretty and youre passionate about this and it’s really adorable. i kinda just started thinking if you were single or not because if you are, that would be unbelievable.”

your compliments are like bullets, and you just keep shooting and shooting until her knees and body grow weak. momo doesn’t know how many more shots she can take.

“well, i guess you might not believe me then.” she mirrors the way you sit, then turns her head to face you. “i’m very much single.”

“you’re kidding.”

“no.” she looks away again. “you sound so patronizing right now.”

“hey , hey, i’m not making fun of you or anything – i just think it’s weird that no one has made a move.” you say, and momo looks at you in a way that asks for more. you sit up again, slouching a bit as you rest your elbow on your knee. “you and thomas are so different you know, but you both have one common trait from what i’ve observed so far: you both are oblivious.”

“what?”

you shrug, then state simply, “just an observation.” momo opens her mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. instead, she looks at you again, watching you smirk like you haven’t sent her brain into a swirl. “anyway, tell me more about your architecture stuff.” you tilt your head and laugh lightly. “i think your ramble is much more interesting than anything business related i’ve heard from thomas.”

“business majors…”

“business men.” you correct.

both of you laugh harmoniously, playfully shoving each other in the process and it seriously feels just right.

-

after getting her number, you discover that she even rambles through text. she shares her thoughts and feelings in a stream of consciousness that makes you laugh. her messages are filled with blurbs about things that have made her happy or pissed her off, the level of openness and expressiveness contrasts sharply with thomas. 

her candid messages and pictures, plus the willingness to share her emotions freely make you realize how much you appreciate that quality. you can't help but wish that thomas were a little more like her, it’d make him just as cute. 

a few days later, while you’re with thomas, momo gets the courage to ask you out to the park again, sending a little text that reads “coffee? won’t spill it on you this time…” and you can’t help but smile at your screen. 

thomas notices the change in expression, raising a brow in suspicion.

“and who’s got my girlfriend smiling at her phone like that?”

you shake your head and grin to yourself. “your sister, actually.”

“momo?”

“yeah, she’s nice.” 

he looks at you from the bed, watching you sit back in the office chair in your room as you reply to the text. your fingers tap against the screen, and your smile grows wider with each second. he can’t help but notice the way your eyes light up, the joy on your face undeniable as you exchange messages. his brows crease as he sits up, looking at you like you owe him an explanation.

you look back at him with a confused stare. “something wrong?”

“when did you hang out with her?” 

“oh,” your face lights up again. “i went to the park after you left for your business thing, and then she bumped into me and spilled coffee all over my shirt.” your tone reflects the scene like it’s some sort of thrilling story, even though it isn’t – at least to thomas. to you, it was a memory you had thought about a little too much. “it was really funny, she’s adorable, your sister is, haha. anyway– she got me some coffee and we just strolled around and hey, architecture is really interesting! i don’t know why you bashed her that one time at dinner.”

thomas lays back down, rolling his eyes and picks his phone back up again. you tilt your head as he responds, “she’s a loser, you know.” the features on his face contort into something not so short of resentment.

“you’re just saying that because she’s your sister.”

he sends you a weird look, nearing a glare, then adds, “not just that.”

you can’t help but giggle at him, finding the chance to poke at him and tease him. your hand meets your opened mouth as you gasp dramatically. 

“you’re jealous.”

“what? no.”

“oh you’re so jealous– that’s adorable!”

thomas loosens up as you laugh at him, immediately making your way over to the bed and pinching his cheek as he pretends to be annoyed by it. you kiss his knuckles, your lips soft on his rough skin before placing his hand on your cheek. 

“your sister won’t take me away from you, and besides, this is a good thing! i’m getting along with family.”

he sighs before bringing his arms out and pulling you closer. “yeah, whatever.”

placing your head on his chest, you let him gently rake his hand in your hair, waiting for him to fall asleep.

the signature snoring – loud and honestly, quite bothersome – fills the room, prompting you to fish for your phone blindly. it’s on the table, still there as you left it, meaning momo had been on read. the thought of her being left with the text “read” at the bottom of her own message makes you pout, so you end up with an apology, a response, and a stupid emoji in order to make up for it.

on the other end of the line, momo watches her phone light up, redirecting her attention from the book in her lap.

the contact reads “y/n,” and the mere sight makes momo smile. she picks up the phone, nearly on the edge of her bedside table, and reads your little text. a small chuckle leaves her lips as she fixes the glasses to sit on the bridge of her nose, the frames just barely reflecting your text:

[11:30pm]

y/n: 

sorry for the late response :( 

your brother is jealous that you’re using my time for him

kidding lol

anyway, coffee sounds great, i look forward to that.

tomorrow in the afternoon? let’s get lunch while we’re at it

sleep tight, momo

😛

momo grins, immediately typing up a response.

[11:33pm]

momo: 

let’s meet at kim’s and find our way out from there

i’ll see you there, 3pm sharp

you sleep well, y/n

your eyes had been closed, kind of, just not enough for you to not notice the light from your phone after momo sends her message. you’re quick to grab your phone, your tired features unlocking it and displaying her text in the small default font of your phone. you grin again, placing the phone back on the bedside. 

the thought of a little “date,” with momo doesn’t sound too bad, it urges you to fall asleep faster. little do you know, your limbs start to loosen up and your body slowly strays away from thomas’s, turning ever so slightly to the point where it faces the ceiling. 

–

sitting down at a small two seat table in front of the cafe, the sun shines down on you in fragments. the sky is adorned with clouds, they’re scattered all over, but not to the point where you might wonder whether you’ll need an umbrella or not.

it’s not even three yet, but still, you worry.

you worry a little more than you should. worry that momo may not show up, won’t give you that smile that shows her teeth, her eyes won’t slim as she does so – and who knows, you worry that it might even rain despite the forecast assuring semi-clouded skies, a faint breeze, and warm, wonderful weather.

without thinking, you fidget with your fingers before fixing the collar of your t-shirt for absolutely no reason.

“y/n! hey!” a voice calls out, heard from your left and just the sound of momo’s voice reaching your ears makes your turn in her direction.

you’re greeted by a smile as she walks over, and then brown eyes drill into you through black frames and it brings a little warmth to your cheeks. you figure it might be the warm weather, the sun shining – but momo seems to radiate much more than what had been forecasted.

“momo, hey.”

she’s wearing a gray tank top that showcases a small display of her tummy – you note that, making sure to revisit the landmark once you get the chance since it’s oddly enticing – and a light flannel over it. hair flows down to her shoulders, she scratches the dip of her collarbone and it moves a strand. for a moment, you wonder what it’d be like to be the one moving her hair out of the way, how soft the skin of hers feels like if you were to just graze your fingers across.

“hi y/n.” she fixes her bangs. “did you order anything yet? you better not have, you know my perks.”

“relax, relax.” you start to stand, chuckling. “i wouldn’t do that to you.”

“that’s what i thought.”

she tilts her head and signals for you to follow her to the line. thankfully, it’s not busy, lending the chance for you two to be those people who stand and observe the menu carefully with expressions that make you both look more considerate about your choices than you really are.

(at the end of these few seconds, you’ll both be ordering something you’ve already had, nothing out of your comfort zones.)

her barista friend isn’t working that day, but momo manages to playfully banter and immediately, the barista present laughs along with her, waving her hand and you hear a faint sentence that guarantees free drinks.

this time you order a small, iced caramel latte, while momo orders an iced white mocha instead. 

momo waits with you, standing a little close. you watch the barista intently, zoning out a bit as she steams milk and swirls the metal jug around. the woman next to you finds herself staring at you while you’re distracted, eyes tracing you, cherishing the moment to just look at you.

“i like your face.”

you’re quick to snap your head in her direction, immediately responding with an unbelievably flustered sounding “what?”

momo freezes, waving her hands in the air and trying to fight back the flames of embarrassment that threaten to have her cheeks burning. “no! no, no. that came out wrong, sorry, thinking out loud. i just– you have pretty features and… yeah. god that sounded so weird, don’t take it the wrong way.”

“i won’t, i won’t.” you chuckle, raising a brow mischievously which causes momo to gulp. “but i will be using this against you. it would be funny if both siblings were in love with me, wouldn’t it? his pretty sister drooling because of me, how adorable.”

momo rolls her eyes, shoving you with her own shoulder playfully. “oh shut up. i’m not in love with you.”

“right~ it’s okay momo,” placing a hand over your heart, then the other on her shoulder before you lower your voice and push your bottom lip out teasingly. “don’t fight it, stare at me all day if you’d like, gorgeous.”

“gosh, you’re a handful.” momo groans. “i don’t know how my brohter handles you.”

“he–” you cut yourself off, recollecting every moment shared with thomas. 

you struggle to remember when you’ve flirted so… easily. really, you aren’t much of a flirt, but with momo in front of you, looking so good, it’s just relaxing and easy to talk to her; your stupid remarks flow out of your mouth without thinking, but none of what you say isn’t true. and then you start to wonder whether this is morally wrong, flirting with your boyfriend’s stepsister, but really, it’s playful—even if you can’t help but be a little attracted to her. 

honestly, you don’t know how thomas handles you either because you’ve never been this teasing, never been so relentless and filled with stupid remarks. the worst you’ve done is tease him for being jealous and maybe call him hot once or twice. 

– manages.” you continue, looking away from her. “um, enough about him. let’s… let’s get lunch? i would kill for some cold noodles.”

momo sips on her drink, then chuckles. “whatever you want.”

and then you two end up having more than lunch together, finding yourselves in momo’s car while she drives both of you downtown. the two of you explore shops because hell, why not. everything you do with her that afternoon – and into the evening – is spontaneous. 

the minutes pass, and with each store you visit, you find yourself a little closer to momo. your shoulders brush, and your hands accidentally graze each other's skin with every few steps. every touch is like ice water trickling down your back, sending shivers. you start to step in a way that makes your knuckles brush against hers more frequently. there's a pang in your heart, and the thought of maybe linking pinkies, arms, or really anything—anything physical with momo—crosses your mind. the proximity feels electric, and the idea of a small, intentional touch becomes increasingly enticing.

momo is dragged by the wrist into some sunglasses store, following you in while giggles escape from you.

a variety of sunglasses are given to her so she can try them on for you, and each time you look at her with admiration, some sort of pink dusting your cheeks, momo can’t help but laugh and smile like a little kid.

there’s this wall, a wall of tension that’s thinner than thread and both of you are waiting for it to break down – momo’s the one to obliterate it.

she grabs a pair of sunglasses with square-ish frames and tinted, green lenses. you’re standing in the mirror, fixing some strands of hair that fall loose when you feel someone creep up behind you.

momo’s hands reach over your shoulders and one side of her face peeks out from behind you in the mirror. she places the sunglasses she’s brought on your face, fixing how it sits on your nose bridge before placing her hands on your shoulder. momo’s head is still close – even closer when she uses her right hand to tilt your head to the left, facing her completely.

her features become more apparent: the subtle curve shaping her nose, big brown eyes focused on you like a camera about to capture a moment, smooth cheeks, and parted lips revealing her oddly perfect teeth. her rosy lips hold you captive until she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. your eyes shoot back up into hers—those honey-like eyes that leave you speechless and rooted to the spot. 

“these suit you well.” momo says softly. you wonder if your heart is beating louder than her voice.

you’re still stuck in place, faces four or five inches apart when you struggle to mutter out, “oh, thanks.” 

momo smirks like she knows what she’s done to you, moving away and taking her hand off your shoulder, to your dismay.

"you should buy them. here, hold on." she presses the edge of her palm against your face, lifting the sunglasses to hold your hair in place. the rush of heat in your cheeks intensifies, and just when you think you couldn’t feel more flustered, she gently pulls out a few strands of hair to frame your face better. “there we go, the green compliments your eyes.”

it feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach.

momo pulls away, smiling at you. all you can do is gulp.

“maybe i will.”

her eyes scan you up and down before momo fixes her flannel, then she leaves you in front of the mirror as if she hasn’t just rocked your world.

–

after your first (intentional) hangout with momo, the words “coffee?” and “are you free?” are a common text between the two of you.

from short coffee runs to various cafes after classes to walking in the park at night on a weekend, the two of you become attached quickly. 

eating with momo is your favorite thing to do, probably, and it’s really not the food that you like; the way momo stuffs down food like it’s going to grow legs and leave her only adds to your interest in her.

the thing is, momo listens. she’s aware and attentive, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, she’s not a man-baby like thomas. spending more time with her makes you smile, makes your cheeks burn, makes you feel heard and seen. you start to point out thomas’s flaws everytime you’re alone with him the more you spend time with his sister, and it throws you in for a loop.

hanging out with momo is different than hanging out with anyone, really. you’ve noticed that even when she rambles, she’s attentive to you and your reactions, always waiting for a response and reading your features with every word uttered. 

even worse, or maybe definitely  better; the mention of momo is becoming more frequent whenever you’re with your other friends. they’ve started to notice just how special she is to you. they see the way your smile and laugh come more easily when she’s around, and especially how a natural blush appears on your cheeks whenever her name comes up.

being around momo is wonderful, amazing really – like a fresh breeze that picks you up as if you were a feather.

it’s great, perfect – right until the revelation hits, the one that picks you up and throws you to the ground like some wwe wrestler. 

it can’t be, this can’t be.

you’re at thomas’s house, not with him though, instead you’re with momo.

your visits at your boyfriends house become more frequent; you’d spend three or four hours on a free day there and at least an hour would be with momo. sometimes you’d spend all those hours with her.

she sits next to you on the couch in the living room on her phone as you scroll through movies to watch. 

here’s another thing you like about momo; she’s the type of person who’ll actually watch a movie, and even better, she’s into the same media you’re into. it’s a completely new experience. she’s someone who cares.

she even puts down her phone when you start the movie, even if it’s one she’s watched before. tonight you’re watching lost in translation for the first time, momo tells you that it’s good. you trust her judgement.

with each minute that passes, the urge to scoot closer grows heavier. from your peripheral, momo doesn’t budge. she’s lounged lazily against hte couch, that impeccable profile of the side of her face trying to steal your attention away from the tv in front of you. her hand rests tantalizingly on her thigh, so close yet so far from simply making contact with you. 

and you figure you might go crazy from just sitting there and watching the movie, oddly enough, right until she turns to you, noticing how stiff you are.

“hey, you wanna sit closer?” she asks, you nod like an idiot. 

scooting over, your arms press together. she looks at you, scanning your features and you scan right back, eyes stalling at her lips – plump and soft up close – before she turns back to watch that stupid movie. 

you wonder to yourself, the ache in your heart is like a slap to the face, is this how thomas feels? is that why he’s so eager to be so touchy with you? because everything he does to you, you want to do it too, oddly enough; you really want your hands on her, to be close in any way possible, and honestly she looks really good. good isn’t even enough to describe what you see right now – what movie were you even watching before?

“something on your mind?” she’s looking at you again now, head tilted down as she looks at you through her lashes and you feel yourself shift your hips involuntarily.

“oh, just zoned out.” you assure, pursing your lips together into a forced smile.

she tilts her head and smirks so that her teeth show, earning a quick breath from your lips.

“is the movie getting boring for you? i really liked it to be honest.” 

you shake your head. “no, no, i just– um, my legs–” your legs are tapping up and down against the carpet under your feet. “does the couch have a leg rest? um, there’s just, yeah i just need–”

“it’s broken right now.” momo says, frowning. “i have an idea though.”

“and what is that?”

her grin widens, more teeth showing and you feel that rush of heat in your cheeks again – nothing foreign when near momo. 

she abruptly grabs just below your thigh right under where your knee bends, moving your leg up and over to rest on her lap. she taps your other leg – right on your thigh and you swear there’s a small noise that gets stuck in your throat – which prompts you to rest it on her lap as well. 

“sit back and relax, i can be innovative.” she jokes.

“whatever miss architect,” you laugh, shaking your head. “you gonna make a leg rest out of your lap for your next assignment?”

“oh, no. this one’s exclusive only to you, lucky girl.” she smirks at you knowingly, then rests her hand on your thigh. turning back to the tv, you’re left speechless, gulping, and tense in your spot. 

your teeth trap your bottom lip; you’re head over heels for her, it strikes you like a blow to the stomach.

the flutter in your abdomen, the burn of your cheeks, and all your admiration – it all makes sense now, it’s clear as day the more flustered you get from momo rubbing circles into your skin.

as you two continue to watch the movie, you try not to shift too much in your seat from the weird, hot sensation you feel in the moment. it’s difficult, all too difficult to ignore the concerning rate of your heartbeat or the little pulse in between your legs when momo sinks her hand higher, her skin smooth against your own as she moves it mindlessly, tantalizingly. 

you’ve found your answer, the answer as to why thomas doesn’t arouse you or leave you breathless like this. you’re not sure whether it’s a good thing or not.

your mind runs in circles, you feel your head spin, and it stops whirling once it reaches the idea of momo kissing you, hands falling to your skin and leaving you breathless. she’s still in front of you when you daydream of this, and you realize once she looks you dead in the eye, raising her brows.

–

fucked, that’s what you are. 

getting fucked? yeah, about to as well, probably.

thomas has his hands around your waist, messily fumbling with the edge of his shirt as he roughly slides his tongue into your mouth.

he’s not a good kisser, not really. his short, sweet ones are nice, the small, rare pecks to your lips are not bad. honestly, you like the quicker ones the most. but right now you can’t really breathe, he’s practically devouring your mouth, not in a good way. you can’t reciprocate the kiss with how bombarded your tongue is, the texture of it all throwing you off so much that you have to place a hand on his chest and push him away for a bit.

he raises a brow, “what?” sounding almost offended, a little annoyed too.

“just,” a sharp breathe leaves your lips, “needed to catch my breath. actually– i just, i don’t know if i can do this right now.”

thomas just stares at you for a moment, then scoffs. you watch him tense his jaw, turning away from you and disappointingly and muttering a small “okay.”

“babe, i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” he lies, you can hear the irritation in his voice. 

for some reason, you can’t help but feel off when he touches you or shows affection, anything intimate. you can hold his hand and throw on a smile, kiss him quickly on the cheek or anywhere else – only if it’s brief and swift – and go out with him. the thing is, he doesn’t care for that these days and it’s getting more blatant with each passing day. the only time he seems interesting and pays the slightest bit of attention is when it’s heated.

you haven’t felt anywhere near horny for at least a month with him – it’s been dying down since that first encounter with momo.

–

thomas noticed the change in your relationship with his step-sister, finding it off, but not really paying attention to the detail of it until recently. he noticed that the time you’d usually spend with him would be shared with his step-sister – and your lowered (almost nonexistent) libido was the biggest deal for him.

he finds himself pissed, confused, and sexually frustrated. not the best state for a man, not at all. of course, he doesn’t draw it down to square one – him – and instead tries to find reasons for why you’re being so difficult. everything leads to momo, it’s all started since then – everything. 

a few days later, he sits beside you on his couch in the basement. his arm is around your shoulder as you two watch the movie – a crime show he likes.

his fingers graze your shoulder, revealed by the tank top you wear. 

“baby,” 

your turn your head to answer, “hm?”

“you and momo been getting close, huh?”

giggling softly at the mere mention of your name, you nod. “yeah, she’s lovely.”

“sure.”

you punch him playfully on the chest, earning the tilt of his head. he almost looks offended.

“she is! don’t be so mean to your sister.” you emphasize their relation, because siblings are supposed to be relatively nice to one another (is what you assume, because you have none yourself). “she’s so sweet and funny.”

“she’s a leech, you know. not good to hangout with people like that.”

your body faces him more after the comment, you frown. “what?”

thomas looks back at the screen, watching the detective in the show connect different points from the cases he’s been going through. “a leech. her mom married my dad because he’s rich, and now she gets to live comfortably with that stupid, childish career plan of hers. all she does is take.”

“thomas, what the fuck?”

he rolls his eyes and looks at you again, raising his brows and shoving his face closer to you. “l-e-e-c-h. leech. just wanted you to know who you’ve been spending your time with because ever since you’ve met her you’ve been getting so distant and shit. she’s really stubborn you know, and really, i’m trying to protect you babe. not a good influence.”

scoffing, you remove his arm from your shoulder, scooting away from him and looking at the smug smirk on his face in disbelief. 

sure, you didn’t know the full details of how they became siblings, but still, that’s fucked to say about someone who’s been so sweet to you. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you.”

“it’s the truth.”

“you’re fucked thomas, you are fucked.” you reprimand, “why would you say that?”

“oh sorry, my bad!” he says sarcastically, raising his hands up in the air. “i’m sorry she’s been taking all the fucking time away from you, that bitch.”

you push yourself away from him, standing up. your expression shifts to one of frustration, brows crunched with a trembling bottom lip. he looks at you, raised brows and a shit-eating look that you want to slap off.

“okay, if you’re jealous, i understand that, really. but calling her a bitch? a leech? what the fuck is wrong with you? i know you’re siblings but that’s far.” 

he scoffs, then chuckles unbelievably. “what, you defending the person who’s stopping you from fucking me?”

you want to puke. struggling to contain yourself, your hands shake as they ball into fists, and tears prickle in your eyes.

“fuck you, thomas. fuck you,” is all you can say. he's unbelievable, absolutely terrible and it’s clear as day now, if comparing him to momo didn’t make it apparent already. he's so fixated on this one thing, his lust-driven desires – not even bothering to deny how fucked up and in the wrong he is. 

“it’s true.”

“you know what’s true?” a tear rolls down your cheek before you poke the inside of your mouth with your tongue angrily. “now that i think about it, maybe i spent so much time with momo because she liked being around me, actually took interest into my wants and needs and interests unlike you. you’re really this mad? because i don’t want to makeout with you every two seconds? because i’m – if not before – repulsed by your dick inside of me? for fucks sake thomas, you’ve made me cum like three times total. fuck you.”

he stands up, oh now he’s offended, all from the mere mention of anything sex-related. he walks up to you, looking down at you with a disgusted, angry look.

“you’re so lucky y/n. you know there’s a line of girls waiting for me and it’s a fucking privilege to be with me like this. i’ve been so goddamn patient with you and your fucking priorities. you want to insult me because you don’t feel good? yeah, sounds familiar don’t you think? so all that shit coming out from your mouth–”

your hand comes into contact with his cheek, making a loud clap in the process. 

thomas’s eyes widen, his face turned and angled at the ground. 

his cheek burns, and he presses his hand to his skin. he looks at you in disbelief, watching tears fall and fall until your staring at him with trembling features and visible regret – not from slapping him, but for putting up with him.

“we’re fucking done, fuck you thomas, fuck you.”

“you bitch –”

you scoff, turning around and running up the stairs. 

the bag you had brought is still in the living room, but the last place you want to be is in the same house as thomas – his house – so you’re rushing towards the door, opening it and slamming it close once you’re out.

tears continue to fall, you wipe away at them desperately and sniffle a bit. you can’t be crying over someone like him, you can’t. 

momo pulls up to the house in her car, only to spot you storming out with a disappointedg, bothered expression.

she stops just in front of the driveway, you spot her too. your nerves seem to settle, and surprisingly; you’re relieved just to see her from the window rolling down. immediately, your tears stop flowing down your face, your nose is less runny, and you quickly compose yourself.

“y/n?” 

“can i get in?” you stop her before she can really question you, ask why your nose is pink, why your eyes are a little red and watery, or really the evidence of a post-crying y/n. “can we just–” you speed over to her car. “get out of here.”

momo shifts the car to park immediately. “yeah, of course, where to–”

“just drive.” you say, opening the door and settling in the passengers seat. “please.”

“okay.”

momo does what you’ve practically ordered her to because one: you’re a mess. and two: she would do a lot of things for you. as soon as you’re situated in the car with your seatbelt buckled, momo shifts the stick to “drive” and presses down on the gas. 

she turns over to you swiftly, only to see you looking forward with a dazed expression. 

momo drives, well, somewhere. she takes the bigger road and finds herself turning into random neighborhoods, glancing over when she hits stop signs to see you looking out the car window. when she’s had enough, the red light at the busy intersection giving her a little time to pry, she places her hand on yours. 

your head shoots in her direction, your eyes locking onto hers. she takes in your post-crying face, noting the remnants of tears but also the effort you made to appear relatively normal again. it's a stark contrast to the vulnerable state she found you in outside her house.

before momo can ask you anything – you beat her to the punch.

“we broke up.” 

momo lets out a breath. “oh gosh, y/n, i’m so sorry–”

“don’t be, your brother is a terrible person. i’m just, sorry for myself. i can’t believe i put up with him.” the light turns green, momo steps on the gas again. “can you take me home?”

“yeah, yes. of course y/n.” she looks at you again, giving you a comforting smile. you manage to smile back. 

she shuffles her hand so that your fingers intertwine, squeezing subtly to offer comfort. she drives one-handed for the rest of the way to your apartment, her thumb rubbing against your skin absentmindedly, providing a soothing, repetitive motion that grounds you both in the moment and really, you feel much better already.

she reaches your complex, then parks in the designated lot. you lead her over to the elevator, then to your place. you left your bag at thomas’s house, but luckily, your keys were still on you.

you two are inside in no time and momo simply watches you flop onto your couch, leaning your head back into the cushions defeatedly. 

she sits down next to you without asking, and without any warning, you place your legs on her lap like you’ve done before. momo watches as you close your eyes, relaxing into the material beneath you. she gently rubs her thumbs along your thigh, comforting you with the small, soothing motion.

“he got mad at me because i didn’t want to fuck him anymore.” you speak up, opening your eyes and watching momo nod. “he’s an asshole.”

“i know.” momo agrees, “he’s terrible.”

“why didn’t you warn me?”

“y/n,” she begins, then sighs. “i’m not a homewrecker. plus, he’d whine to his dad like a man-baby.”

“fuck him.” you groan. “i can’t believe i fucked him. he’s pathetic.”

the tone of your voice slowly simmers down to something more casual, shifting from the brink of tears to general insults. momo continues to soothe you with her touch, her thumbs still rubbing gentle circles on your thigh, providing a steady source of comfort.

“do you feel better?” she asks you again.

looking at her, you’ve honestly just pushed aside the events from before. she’s here with you and that’s all that matters.

“yeah, thank you. you’re so sweet to me.”

she chuckles softly, then her expression shifts to a pout as her phone buzzes. glancing at the screen, she bites her lip nervously. curious, you scoot closer and catch a glimpse of the notifications: one from "mom" and another from "thomas."

“they’re going to be on my ass, especially my brother.” momo frowns. “i should go before thomas bothers you more, i’ll try to diffuse the flame.”

her hands leave your thigh, and disappointment washes over you, making you pout as well. she gently moves your legs off her lap and stands up, her eyes scanning the texts with a stressed look on her face.

she makes her way over to your door, it renders your heart weak. the one person you need with you is momo, especially now, you need her.

“momo, stop, wait.”

you pause her, and she turns around, her eyes meeting yours. for a moment, you both just stare at each other, eyes locked in an unspoken exchange.

she’s a step away from you, you can tell she doesn’t want to leave you alone here. she grips the phone in her hand tightly.

your eyes steal a glance at her lips before your own our on hers. 

she reciprocates immediately, her hand finding the base of your neck as you two exchange a kiss. when you pull away, she looks at you like you're insane—right before pulling you back in by the waist and closing the distance again.

the timing is awful, but so right at the same time. 

her lips are just as soft as they look, just as you had imagined. she brings her hand to your cheek as you desperately grip onto whatever she's wearing. she smells like peaches, and her lips taste like them too. you kiss her again and again, pushing her against the door. then, with a sudden move, she grabs you by the waist, turning you both around and pinning you against the door instead.

you can’t help but groan, feeling your breaths grow heavier as soon as she swipes against your bottom lip, curving her fingers to tilt your jaw up. you two exchange saliva for a minute, tongues against each other, exploring and savoring each other before momo pulls away, halting everything.

“y/n, wait.” she says breathlessly, “i– i have to, you know, go.”

“i need you here with me momo. i need you.” you move over to peck her again, holding the base of her neck.

to fight the urge to go on, she looks away from you. “you’ve just broken up with thomas, i– i can’t. and i have to resolve things, i’m sorry.”

“momo, are you serious?”

you want to cry. she can’t leave you, she’s the only thing you need right now, the one person who can ground you after everything that’s been going out. she’s the reason you went out more, started exploring new places and everything about her screams that she’s the one you should’ve been kissing and loving this whole time.

“i wish i weren’t.” she looks into your eyes. “i’m so sorry.”

–

momo doesn’t text you the rest of the night and you have no clue what to do with yourself.

you lay on the couch, unable to pick yourself up and go to your room. the ceiling is the only thing you can see and momo’s the only one on your mind. you lift up your hand for the first time in a while, bringing two fingers to gently settle on your lips, lips that momo kissed. 

god, everything about the kiss was fulfilling, it was perfect. 

the thought of staying in your apartment alone all night kills you, especially with so much pent up inside of you. you reach out for your phone, unlking it and scrolling through your contacts to find someone who can listen: yeri.

–

momo grits her teeth as soon as she steps into the house. 

her mom watches her angrily storm through the hall. “thomas is in his room.”

she rushes up the stairs, practically knocking the door open with how aggressive and angry she is in the moment. she watches thomas lay there, on his phone like nothing had happened. 

he spots momo and looks up like he’s just been pestered. “yes?”

“what the fuck happened between you and y/n?”

he yawns, then puts his phone down. 

momo bites down on her teeth, clenching her jaw. just the sight of him there makes her thoughts scream at her to punch him in the face, but momo doesn’t, because that’s something an immature, impatient man-baby would do; that’s what thomas would do.

“she dumped me because i insulted you, guess she can’t handle truth.” he laughs like it’s a joke. “fucking bitch slapped my–”

“don’t call her a bitch.”

“oh? what’s this? defending the bitch now?”

momo moves her lower jaw in an attempt to suppress her anger. “fuck you, seriously. you’re an ass you know?”

“you’re an even bigger one for being the reason y/n wouldn’t fuck.”

she can’t believe what she’s hearing. you were right, you were so right. all he is is a lust-driven prick who’s the reason some of your hangouts with her have been you complaining about him. he’s never really loved you, not at all. 

momo wonders how someone who’s dad had been able to treat her mother right, could love her wonderfully and provide so well, could have a son like this. the sight of thomas after hearing what he’s said – especially about you, calling you a bitch and all – makes her sick to the stomach. it’s difficult to hold back from punching him in the face and kicking him where he’d suffer the most.

he perks his head up. “oh, forgot to mention: picking up your brothers ex-girlfriend after they’ve broken up isn’t the best look.”

“i don’t care what you tell your fucking dad, he actually has morals and a heart. you’re a snob.”

“you’re a desperate little bitch, i knew something was going on between you as soon as she had hung out with you the first time. y/n is a fucking homosexual because of you.”

“or maybe it’s because your tiny ass dick can’t satisfy her, or the fact that you’ve never treated her well, you selfish fucking– ugh.” momo stops right there because it’s no use wasting all her anger on thomas, he’s just a guy after all.

“well, you’re a fucking whore. if anything happens with you two after, i wouldn’t be surprised. all you are is desperate and jealous, getting with her would prove that.”

she watches him poke his tongue at his cheek, then leaves the room, annoyed and frustrated.

momo considers texting or leaving a call, but decides to drop it, afraid of saying something she shouldn’t say or making things worse due to her emotional state. 

–

the two of you see each other two days later because momo’s conflicted, wanting you to take time for yourself, and you are simply someone who’s longing for a person you’ve recently realized you’re in love with.

the whole time away from her is grueling even though she had texted you.

when both of you meet for lunch you fight the urge to hug and kiss her. 

she looks wonderful walking into the small sit-down restaurant, a tank top – your weakness when it’s on momo – and sweats on. she’s stunning, especially those lips of hers that you can’t stop staring at because you’ve had the privilege and lucky chance to kiss them.

momo on the other hand fights back the urge to kiss you too, because after her anger had fizzled out, that had been the only thing on her mind prior to seeing you at the table for two.

“hi.” momo greets.

you force a smile. “hey.”

she sits down in front of you, then looks at the menu in front of her. “is everything okay?”

“it’s alright.” you say, only alright because one: your ex boyfriend is a fucking bitch and two: momo hasn’t been there when you needed

sure, it was relatively very strange to move on so quickly from your whole thomas situation, but it’s justified because hell, you’ve basically been dating momo simultaneously without realizing you had been in love. 

and now that you’re aware, so aware that it keeps you up at night, you’re hoping for something to happen.

“have you talked to thomas?”

“i’d rather not. he’s not worth my time.”

she looks up at you again through her eyelashes. “you’re right.”

“momo,” she flips through the menu and you focus on each movement. “i really want to kiss you again.”

“y/n, you just broke up with your boyfriend.”

“if this is because of me dumping thomas then throw it out the window.” you respond sternly, almost mad and it catches momo off guard. she looks at you with surprise, stopping her little act of trying to act uninterested. 

she can’t give in; it would only prove thomas right. yet, what you feel is genuine, and what momo feels isn’t born of desperation. the time she’s spent with you has nurtured her admiration and her growing affection for you. momo cares deeply about you, and her feelings are sincere, not driven by a sense of urgency or lust like your ex-boyfriend. she can’t recall the last time she enjoyed someone’s company so much or wanted to be with them constantly. from the start, she sensed something different about you—how you made her ponder at night, made her blush, made her fall head over heels for you.

you continue, “because kissing you was the best thing to happen to be, even after everything that happened – and that says a lot. momo, i’ve liked you for probably so long and i’m a dumbass for realizing it just now, so please, please just consider it.”

“y/n, i’ve thought about it ever since.” her response earns the raise of your brows. “i’ve dreamed about doing that since our first encounter, and i wish it were in a better situation, so let’s just… take it slow from here.”

taking it slow is a much better option than anything that involves cutting her off, so you smile and nod.

–

the rest of the day is spent with her, both your uncovered feelings allowing you to fully bask in each others presence without anymore concealing. it feels right, talking to momo about everything you’ve felt recently and simply being around her.

and then you both find yourselves glancing too long at each others lips but not commenting on it, despite the easy going time spent together, there’s a thick tension hanging in the air.

the tension is even worse when momo drives you back to your apartment complex, and even heavier when you two step into the elevator.

momo is not a woman of her word. she wanted to be the bigger person by “taking things slow,” but she can’t fight back the urge when you’re alone together, your features drawing her in.

“oh fuck this,” momo groans, pulling you by the wrist and turning you to face her. you look more beautiful than anyone she’s ever seen, your lips are calling her name.

before you know it, momo’s planting her lips on yours and you melt right into it.

“what–” you gasp when you pull away, “happened to taking it slow.”

“fuck that, i can’t if it’s you.”

that’s how you find yourselves stumbling out of the elevator into the empty halls, eager to savor each other’s presence after the arduous forty-eight hours apart. you manage to make your way to your apartment door, fumbling with the key as momo kisses the edge of your jaw, both of you entering messily, unable to keep your hands off each other like horny teenagers in the janitor's closet in highschool.

every kiss that followed felt like cool raindrops during the burning summer day. it’s electrifying, all of it, really.

you’ve never felt this satisfied. nothing really processes other than the pounding pulse from in between your legs, and momo’s lips bruising your own as she pins you against the door after it’s closed. crazy with want, you let her do anyhitng, let her kiss you anywhere. 

she’s in control when your tongues find their way back to each other, fingers bruning as they tighten against your skin, squeezing on it just above your hip bone. she kisses like you’re going to leave her grasp any minute, holding you close and pressing herself against you.

she starts to trail down to your neck in a way that thomas has never done before. she’s not attacking your skin like a desprate, thirsty dog, but like someone who knows what they’re doing. she definitely knows what she’s doing, the way she earns all these gasps and whines proves it.

“wait,” you gasp, then she pulls away, only to watch you hurriedly taking off your top. “continue.”

she chuckles before leaving opened mouth kisses against you, simultaneously moving you two to the couch. 

her fingers render you weak, like putty in her hands while you desperately grip at her hair. she moves you over and sets you down on the couch, gazing as she towers over you.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous,” momo slides her hand down the side of your torso. “you know that?”

“stop, you’re so– fuck you.” 

momo giggles before kissing you again, then retreats from your lips. your arms are around her neck, playing with strands of her hair before she asks,

“you’re okay with this, right?”

you giggle against her lips before pecking her again. “momo, i don’t think anyone has made me this weak – espseically thomas – i’m so wet it’s almost embarassing.”

“oh yeah?” she says teasingly. 

“just  shut the fuck up and fuck me already.” you rush out. 

momo grins against your lips as she kisses you again, and then you feel her hand trail down to your sweatpants. you gasp loudly when she slips her hand inside, pressing against your panties, and you break away from her lips in surprise. 

“you are very wet.”

“thanks,” she presses harder which earns a twitch and a gasp, “s-smartass.” 

her fingers slide your panties to the side of your folds, giving her access to slide up and down with ease. you can’t help but whine lowly at the feeling, biting your lip to conceal your excitement.

she inserts two fingers in, making your head shoot back into the cushion of the couch. you curse when she thrusts in, your walls pulsiate around her, clenching. 

“fuck,” she bites her lip. “you feel so good.”

you gulp roughly. “you– shit momo, keep that going.”

you gasp audibly the more she fingers you, the repetition of her name making her smile against you as she kisses your skin. she’s blazing against you, your bodies so hot against each other despite the clothes in the way. you grip her hair, close your eyes, and shift your hips up the more she pleases you. your back arches, momo keeps you situated in place with her free hand, then slides it over to palm your clad chest.

“m-momo, fuucckk–” 

momo feels you grip her shoulder tightly and watches you throw your head back. your legs close around her when her palm hits the nub above your folds again, and then she moves her palm in a circle over your clit aggresively, earning one last cry from you before your mind goes blank.

you let your head rest back for a while more as you catch your breath. you feel momo massage your thigh as you come down from your high. momo presses more kisses on your neck, letting her hand trail up your body and reach your head, raking her fingers through your hair. 

she pecks your jaw. “how was that?”

“holy shit,” you sigh, bringing your head back up to look at her. momo’s pupils are dilated beyond oblivion, and her flushed skin prompts you to bring a hand to caress her cheek. she looks adorable, even after she’s made your legs shake. “so good.”

she laughs and it’s like angels singing from above. you might melt.

“let’s clean up together, if you’re cool with that.”

you blink. “like, shower together?”

“yeah – unless that’s too forward!” she catches herself. “sorry, maybe too forward, i just want to make sure you’re okay and–”

momo is cut of when you kiss her, and then you pull back. she feels your thumb graze her cheek. 

“it’s perfectly fine momo.”

“okay, and then maybe if you want we can get food or something,” she begins, brushing her fingers against the skin of your shoulder. she moves over to play with your hair and looks at your lips. “or if you’re too tired then we can just sleep.”  

you pull her in for another kiss, that’s all you can really answer with for now. she reciprocates, following the slower tempo of your lips. 

you part from her. “i think i just want to kiss you more for now,” then you catch yourself. “wait, i haven’t even done anything to you yet, oh my god–”

“no, no. i’m already pleased enough hearing you say my name so much.” she assures teasingly. momo presses a kiss to your nose before mumbling, “let’s go with what you want.”

“you’re so lovely.”

“thanks y/n.” 

a hand finds it’s way to just below momo’s jaw on her neck, and momo’s hand slides down to the skin on your rib.

you smile, momo smiles.

you kiss her, she kisses back.

–

a groan leaves your mouth when you wake up. you feel someone clinging onto you and look down to see a face that brings a lazy smile to your lips.

momo’s head is on your shoulder, features pointing to the base of your neck. her breath is warm against you, and so is her body, and so is your heart. 

you rake a hand through her hair and she starts to shuffle against you. 

“y/n?”

“oh, momo, sorry to wake you.”

“no, i kind of woke up earlier.”

“are you lying?”

“no, not at all.”

she lifts her head up and you meet the messy hair framing her face, puffy cheeks, and partially squitned eyes. she’s adorable, you note, just naturally so. 

your bodies are naked, flushing against each other under the sheets because momo got needy and wanted to hear you screaming her name again. of course you didn’t complain, because if anything, you wanted it too. 

momo’s attentive to everything she does, and you find out that she’s like that with what she does to you. with every motion, touch, and anything intimate, she’s making sure you’re into it, making sure you’re left gasping and whining under her. she’s aroused from you feeling good, that’s all it takes for her to be wet herself.

her eyes meet the skin above your chest. “that hickey is pretty dark.”

“and who is responsible for that?”

momo rolls her eyes. “let me give you some more.”

you’re not arguing against that.

it’s ten in the morning, both of you had just woken up and momo is slipping under the blanket. her head makes its way in between your legs and the thrill of not knowing what she’s doing under the blanket makes you blush. and then you feel a hand on your upper leg, her fingers ticklish adn making you giggle. 

you let out a loose groan when momo licks up your entrance, the grip on your legs grows tighter. momo’s tongue moves inside you, then tends to your clit; her tongue moves in ways that has your voice ringing out, reverberating in the room.

and when you cum, so wonderfully when it’s momo who’s making you do so, you shake and arch even as momo keeps going. she slows her tempo down before kissing the inside of your thighs, seconds later she peeks out the covers and you can’t help but laugh at the way she emerges.

“we’ve just woken up and you’re already wet.”

you scoff playfully, ruffling momo’s hair. “again, who’s fault is that.”

“mine but,” she hovers over you before kissing your lips. “you like it.”

she sits up now, straddling you in a way. “now let’s get breakfast, eating you out is great but my stomach might yell soon.”

you laugh at her. “you’re like a vacuum.”

“well who else is going to finish your food, y/n. be grateful. besides, you like that too.”

–

you like momo a lot, that’s for sure.

you like the way she asks how you are, how she listens to you, and how she’s given you aftercare for the first time since the first time you fucked thomas.

momo’s like a breath of fresh air. it feels different being with her, like a wild animal feeling tenderness and care for the first time – different, calm, and nice. the more you spend time with her after this, going on more dates and rambling your tongues off until you’re both tangled up and passed ou ton the couch; you can’t help but realize that she’s who your time belongs to.

she’s nothing like thomas, light years away from being any similar to him. it’s satisfying watching him watch the two of you bond like you should, his presence reminds you that momo’s the upgrade you need, and he can’t do anything about the fact that he’ll never compare to his step-sister.

—

–

it’s a few months later after your first encounter with momo – almost two months after you slept with her – the two of you walk with your arms linked through the same park near your place.

she orders you coffee and you fish out pastries from your bag to share. she leads you to the same place that she had brought you to when you had first met, sitting the two of you down in front of the same tree.

momo pulls out her sketchbook, you lean on her when she unlinks arms.

“y/n,”

you peer at her curiously. “yes?”

“remember when i was talking about that design when we first met? the little seating area around that tree right there.” she points over at the little area where the tree stands. “it was for an assignment, but i tweaked some of the model and idea, looked over at some materials and–”

“what are you getting at?”

momo’s smiling big, so big that all her teeth show and her eyes almost close. 

“they’re going to add it.”

“what?”

“it’s happening, we talked to the park management and they really like my idea.”

your eyes widen and jaw slacks open. momo laughs as you hug her pulling away and then kissing her on the lips proudly.

“oh my god? oh my god. momo! i’m so proud, oh my gosh…”

she giggles before kissing you again. “thank you baby. i actually wanted to thank you.”

“what?”

“if it weren’t for you who listened to all my stupid rambling and listened so well, i don’t know if this would’ve happened.” momo begins, looking down at the paper and pen in her hands. then she looks at you with those big eyes of her, softening upon meeting your features. “and i know so much has happened and you’ve always been so great and–” 

she pauses, inhaling deeply.

“i just love you so much.”

she’s sitting there, looking at you with so much emotion, and you feel like a star in the sky has just been picked out and placed right in front of you. 

“momo, i love you too.”

if the world fell apart right this moment, you’d cling onto momo like your life depending on it. your hands find their way to her cheeks, you hold her face in your hands like she’d crumble if you let go – then, you kiss her, soft and sweet.

she moves her hand out of the way and you gasp. 

her cup of coffee tips over and leaks over, creating a palm sized stain on your coat. you watch as momo’s face contorts into one of panic, and then she picks up the cup, moving you away from the spill. you can’t help but laugh; you’re laughing at how she reacts to the situation, but also how perfect it is considering how your first time spent together – alone – had happened.

“i’m so sorry.” stars litter her eyes when she says it, you simply pull her in by the collar and kiss her again.

“you’re perfect.”

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[b1mbodoll]

i can see momo and ntr together! i think she would like the idea of fucking her brother’s gf because it’s her favorite hentai type!!

pairings: hirai momo x f! reader

warnings: infidelity + g!p + creampies + anal + groping + degradation + hentai-esque dialogue

💌: whoever sent this please let me kiss you bc ur so right

momo’s obsession with ntr hentai is so worrying. she never considered acting on it until her brother introduced you to the family and she knew she had to have you. takes her time with you, waits until you warm up to her a little bit before testing her luck and her actions start to become more and more suggestive. calls you all sorts of romantic petnames n even tries groping you, grabbing your tits n playing it off as a joke.

speaking of touching you inappropriately, she presses herself right up against your back and ruts her cock between your asscheeks, groaning when you push back against her because now she knows it’s okay for her to to continue.

when she gets you alone in the house it’s like every ounce of self control she had went out the window and momo finally fucks you. makes you tell her she’s fucking you better than her brother ever could and blows her load when you sob while admitting it.

“has he ever fucked you here?” she questions, slipping a thumb in your asshole. you shake your head in response, whining as she lines her cream covered dick with the tight rim and pushes in. “can’t believe ‘m the first to ever fuck your asspussy,” her teeth are clenched, the feeling of your walls so overwhelming she feels like she could cum at any moment.

“tell me i’m better than him, slut.” her thrusts become sloppy and her words cruel as her orgasm approaches. “whose cock do you prefer, say it.” she spits, slowing her pace as she waits for an answer.

the lack of movement from momo makes your eyes widen, wanting nothing more than to have her cum dumped in your ass. “you’re better, momo! want your dick to fill me up!” you cry, “please cum inside my asspussy i need it! can’t live without your cock.” her cock twitches and she speeds up the pace again, she’s so deep inside you swear you can feel her in your tummy.

momo fills you up so well, the amount of cum is unreal and it’s so thick too, makes your empty cunt cream around nothing and she teases you for cumming untouched.

#wrote this bc the thunder is so scary rn lol #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #hirai momo #twice #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo smut #twice x reader #twice smut #💌.anal #💌.creampies #💌.degradation #💌.g!p #💌.infidelity

[pupyuj]

older stepsis!momo punishing reader because she failed her math test..

(no g!p)

ohhhhh wait i like this.. 👀🤭🤭

maybe momo worked hard tutoring you before your test :(( she has always wanted you to do your very best and as your big sis, she felt like it was her responsibility to help you! but like.. she hand her hand on your thigh the entire time she was tutoring you, staring at your lips every time you were talking, and giving you kisses every time you answered something right, each one in various places: your ear, your temple, your head, your cheek, your jawline, your nose... until eventually momo just full-on kisses you on the lips,, and you didn't fight against her bcs you always did think your big sis was pretty, and you liked kissing her...

and then she moves on to having you sat on her lap, groping your tits while you tried to focus hard on your practice questions.. squirming, trying to ease that feeling in your cunt but it was so hard when momo was simultaneously kissing your neck and squeezing your boobs underneath your shirt :((( then she sneaks a hand inside your shorts, feeling your wet panties, gently rubbing her fingers against the fabric to help you out a little.. but it distracted you more than anything ���‍💫

momo making you turn your head from time to time so she could kiss you,, your legs now wide open and she's playing with your clit while you're whimpering in her mouth it all felt too good :(( both of you freezing up every time you hear footsteps outside the room,, fearing that your parents will catch you but it turns out being nothing and momo goes back to teasing you :(( atp you were the one tutoring yourself while your big sis was just feeling you up sjdbfbekfdjf 😭

momo risked a lot there, so imagine how she feels when you failed the test by a few points?? she would be so mad :( any trace of your sweet and funny older sis momo being gone :(( "did you just use me, (y/n)? are you a fucking bimbo now?? a stupid whore??" she was saying, one hand squeezing one of your boobs too hard and the other pulling your hair back,, she had you pinned against your study table, with your back against her,,, frantically shaking your head and denying everything she was saying,,, that it wasn't your fault but she gets even more heated,,

"oh sorry, was i distracting you, then?? don't forget you fucking wanted that, (y/n)."

then she's bending you over :(( your bare ass and cunt in full display for her,,, momo guiding you through correcting the questions who got wrong,, slapping your ass or your pussy whenever you answer too slowly or you still don't get it right,,, your parents happened to be out of the house... so momo didn't have to worry about covering up your mouth to silence your whines, your pleads for her to stop...

big sis momo comes back when she hears your sobs,, feels guilty bcs she actually hurt you,, ends up backhugging you and kissing your tears away, "sorry... i'm sorry, baby... i went too far, i know..." and she's caressing the spots where she hit you, frowning and scolding herself in her head for losing it over such a trivial thing :((( then she's taking you to your bed, laying down and placing you on top of her, kissing your lips gently,, "you have to do better next time, okay? your mom won't like it if you fail any of your classes, you know? i'm only helping you..." she was saying, hugging you tightly while you rest your head on her chest,,

her making you promise to ace the next test, and in return promising you that she'll give you double the reward that you deserve 😵‍💫 that was all the motivation you needed really! just the idea of your big sis fucking you for being her smart and obedient little sister 🤤🤤

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