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twtsana · 1 year
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just like ― 幸福
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otwicepairing · 2 months
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samo/∞
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twthirai · 9 months
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just like - 愛 ♥
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twtmomo · 1 year
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just like - 愛 ♥ ︎
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hemomartin · 2 months
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Twice Samo - Momo taking care of Sana
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w-cvpid · 9 months
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samo lockscreen!!
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seollenda · 2 years
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hiii i’m so glad ur back omg!! i saw reqs were open was wondering if you could write something w samo where sanas getting rly flirty w some other idol (wendy as of right now could be a good one 😭) and momo is super sure they are together and starts distancing herself :( ANGST TO HAPPY ENDING PLS PLS
hope you don’t mind i’m starting with a headcanon structure to get in the groove of things!! samo has my heart forever and alwayssss thank you for the prompt ❤️❤️
samo have always been some sort of ~thing~ but it’s obviously hard as idols to be anything open and resembling normalcy
it’s extra hard on momo, tbh, because sana is sana, and she’s affectionate and sweet and flirty and always well meaning and adored
and she’s so sweet to momo and loves on her but momo can’t help but feel some twinge when she sees speculation about sana or sees her play it up in the way she’s so good at
sana’s confidence has bloomed as of late, and this means she’s just radiant and momo can’t keep herself off her when she can
sana loves the attention
“i love you,” she tells her every day, over breakfast, whispered at any time of day, when tangled together in front of the tv, in her embrace when they’re alone and sana gives herself over to momo and only momo, always momo
but sana is sana
and love falls so earnestly and readily from her lips
and flirting so second nature and adored by all
so when the flames of…something are fanned and momo knows the other idol is in The Sphere that otherwise remains so insular and careful
and she hears inevitably that wendy is just a little infatuated
isn’t it natural for momo’s heart to twist a little
for her to see the dots connect
sana coming home from little outings with seungwan with cold-blushed cheeks and a cheerful chatter about their day
she loves to tell momo, nobody but momo
until that twinge turns to something tighter and colder
it’s the least pain if momo is slow and careful about it
when sana doesn’t seem to notice momo spending more time away
busy in dance rooms or taking up sullen space in chaeyoung’s apartment
or being pitiful in dahyunies place
sana doesn’t say anything
but momo can’t carry on
until one evening, she’s at her doorstep
ringing the doorbell and peering brightly into the camera with a plastic bag of jokbal
at a time of night at which she knew momo was awake
momo can’t turn her away, so when sana hurries in with a sweet kiss momo looks away to hide tears
“momo,” she says quietly, taking her hand
her eyes, bright with tears, isn’t what momo could’ve hoped to see
let me go, she wants to beg her. hate me, tell me you don’t want me anymore.
but she only presses a tentative kiss to that softest point on her cheek
her breath tickling across momo’s skin
and she knows she could never not want her
“if you don’t want me, tell me,” she says. her voice breaks
momo can barely draw a breath, her hands at sana’s cheeks and neck
“you don’t want me,” she mumbles
and sana is bewildered and frantic and firm in her kiss, clumsy and missing her lips the first time and then exact the second time
“momo, all i want is you.”
“i thought…you and wendy,” momo inhales shakily
sana stares at her for a long moment, sniffles and breaks into a weary smile
“oh, momoring,” she says. “don’t you know all i talk about is you?”
momo’s heart races, shaking her head, but sana nods, a tired smile on her cheeks, eyes bright and adoring
momo feels like she’s going to melt away in this spotlight
“do you know what seungwan unnie said?” sana says, tracing the line of momo’s jaw and wiping away a tear track
momo feels like the world has shrunk before her and buried itself in her chest and she can’t think past it’s spinning
everything a pinprick
“she said to go get my girl.”
and momo is taken, of course
because who wouldn’t be, when in the hands of minatozaki sana
the only subject of this gaze
for their moment, the only in the world
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twicearoundthesun · 2 years
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39 of it's ok too, please
39. "Here, let me carry you"
Listen i can not believe the first thing that popped to mind for these angst prompts was college au, but here we are. Enjoy the pining.
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Sana wasn’t even drunk.
That was the pathetic part. Not a drop of alcohol in her system. She’d just been in such a rush to get the hell out of there, she’d managed to miss the curb and completely twist her ankle.
She could easily call someone for help; Dahyun was doing absolutely nothing tonight, she’d proudly told her when Sana asked her plans. She could have had such a nice, calm night with her lovely little baby dubu.
Jihyo and Jeongyeon had offered their plans, too. An arcade across town, which sounded like a ton of fun. The two of them and a few drinks was never a bad combo, they’d find fun in anything.
But nope. She had to go to this party, because to her stupid brain the only thing that mattered was spending time with one person.
One very, very uninterested person, according to the last twenty minutes of her life. One very forgetful person, evidently, who can’t remember to lock the fucking bathroom door when she’s getting busy with that orange-haired girl from her econ class.
So she didn’t want to call someone. She wanted to sit here in self-pity, under the yellow streetlight on a curb on frat row, because the universe so clearly wanted her to suffer and she was going to let it win.
She let her head fall into her hands.
“…Sana?”
Oh, fuck.
“Hey, I’m, uh, I’m really sorry about before. I must have forgotten to hit the lock, I was, uh, a little… distracted.”
Sana winced. Cleared her throat and took a deep breath, spoke as cheerfully as she could manage to the cobblestone street.
“No, Momo, my bad. I should have knocked. Didn’t expect anyone to be- Didn’t expect that.”
“Really, I…I’m sorry you had to see that. I understand if it’s… awkward and you don't want to see me.”
“I didn’t really see anything, Momo, her head kinda blocked everything.”
Momo couldn’t hold back the awkward laugh; Sana could tell she tried to.
“Right. Yeah. Well I mean, you probably never wanted to know what my face looks like when-”
“Momo, please stop talking.”
“Yeah. Yup.” There was certainly a bit of alcohol in her system.
There were a few more seconds of silence. Sana still hadn’t looked at her.
“Sana?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you sitting here?”
Sana took a deep breath and finally turned to face her. Beautiful as ever, despite being completely disheveled. She swayed slightly in the way she did when she was more than a few shots in. Her makeup was a little smudged and she nervously played with the hem of her jacket. Sana tried very hard to forget the look on Momo's face when she’d walked in on such a private moment – and tried to ignore the pang of jealousy for not having been the cause of it.
“I twisted my ankle.” She said plainly.
“Oh my god – are you okay? I can get help-”
“I don’t need help. I’m just waiting for the pain to go away a little so I can call an uber and get home.”
“Sana-”
“You know me, Momo, I’m clumsy. It isn’t broken, it’ll just hurt for a bit.”
Momo was thinking hard, Sana could tell, looking up the street and trying to form any sort of plan.
“The youngests’ dorm is close. We can bring you there. Here, let me carry you.” She came closer, arms set to wrap around her. Sana could smell the tequila on her breath.
“I don’t want to be carried.” She said softly. “I want to sit here and breathe. Go back to your friend, have a good night. It’ll be good for you to unwind.”
“I’m not just going to leave my best friend sitting on a curb with a sprained ankle twenty minutes after she’s walked in on me having gross frat house bathroom sex. That sounds kinda like the worst night ever.”
Despite herself, Sana chuckled. Momo seemed reassured by this, and took the initiative to sit down next to her.
“Were you running because of the…”
“Because I walked in on you having gross frat house bathroom sex? Yeah, maybe.” Sana said. Momo snorted. As always, she found herself settling back into their old routine easily; teasing Momo, laughing with her. Gazing into those concerned eyes and wishing she could read minds but being so, so glad she couldn’t. And feeling tears burn behind her own.
“No, not entirely.” She continued. “I should have.. stayed home. Spent a good night in.”
Momo nodded. A few seconds of silence went by. “You seem like you need it lately.”
“Hm?”
“You just seem… I don’t know. There’s less laughter in your eyes, lately.” She whispered. She tossed a pebble onto the street. “You seem so… lifeless, sometimes. And… I don’t know.”
She didn’t answer. How was she going to explain away this one? She stared at the rock Momo had just thrown. Chewed her lip, and tried not to let the dams break. Her chest ached, her eyes burned.
Momo took a deep breath. “Is it me?” It was almost too soft to hear.
“What?”
“You seem so sad around me. I mean, I asked Dahyun, and she said she doesn’t really think you’ve been acting different. A-and it feels like you avoid me. I… listen, Sana, whatever I did-”
“You didn’t do anything, Momo.” Sana finally met her eyes again. They were shining with tears.
“You can tell me. Really, I-” Her voice broke, and so did Sana’s heart. “I’m so sorry, for whatever it is. You’re my best friend, Sana. I wouldn’t ever hurt you on purpose.”
Her best friend.
“Momo, no.” Her own voice was thick with emotion, now. “You’re perfect. It’s me, I’ve just been in my own head.”
“About me?”
Yes.
“No. It’s only to do with me, no one else. Please don't worry.”
“I can't not worry. You can tell me, you don’t have to deal with this alone. We’re best friends, we tell each other things. I just can’t stand to see you so upset. Please, let me help.”
They’re best friends, they tell each other things. Sana nodded.
“Momo. I love you.” She whispered. Offered a little smile and saw no recognition pass behind Momo’s eyes: fully the reaction she expected.
“I love you too, Sana.” She answered without a second thought.
It was an entirely different sentence coming off of Momo’s lips. And that hurt, more than her ankle, more than the burning embarrassment as she ran from the party.
“I know you do.” She whispered, still forcing a smile. She felt tears burn behind her eyes. She nodded. “I love you,” She said again. And Momo pulled her into a tight hug.
“Please, let me help. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Sana shook her head. She’d just told her. And Momo wouldn’t register it, not in a million years, because Sana loving her romantically wasn’t anywhere near on her radar.
“What can I do, Sana?”
“Just hold me.” She whispered. “Please.”
She felt Momo nod. She tucked her head into her chest, breathing in the familiar smell of sweat and alcohol and perfume and laundry. Felt the familiar hand rub up and down her back.
“I love you too, Sana, I always will.”
Closed her eyes and just let herself pretend for a little bit, sitting on the curb in the yellow street lamps.
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sunmiyane · 10 months
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tostyzmiodem · 2 years
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my loves
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mohizicons · 2 years
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follow members on instagram: 
momo: momo
nayeon: nayeonyny
mina: mina_sr_my
dahyun: dahhyunnee
chaeyoung: chaeyo.0
sana: m.by__sana
jeongyeon: jy_piece
tzuyu: thinkaboutzu
jihyo: _zyozyo
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ot9snumber1 · 6 months
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more prrv!samo pweaee
anything for you! 🫶
cw: samo being pervs, thigh riding, dubcon
"unnie?" you gasp as sana starts bouncing her leg while you were sat on it. her hands snake their way to grab your waist and you try your hardest not to moan.
"don't struggle, baby." is all she says in response. "momo needs to take pictures of you, okay?"
you're confused, a bit scared, and most importantly incredibly wet. you were sure sana could feel your wetness on her bare thigh, which might explain why she was guiding you back and forth on it.
momo comes into the living room, her pink polaroid camera in hand. "ah, sana! i told you not to start without me!" she pouts. you're only left more confused as the seconds pass.
"but she just looked so cute!" sana says as her hands tug your skirt up, your hips completely moving on their own now. "look, she's even wearing those panties we like! i couldn't help it!"
you're too distracted by the fact both momo and sana have looked under your skirt before to notice that momo had already captured a photo of you. you only realize what both of them are doing when momo pulls the polaroid out and waits for the picture to show.
"y-you've been doing this for a while...?"
"mhm!" sana grins, sitting up properly to start nipping at your neck. "you got a problem with that?"
you should. you should have a problem with the fact momo and sana have been observing you. you should have a problem with sana forcing you to ride her thigh or momo sorting her new picture into a thick binder full of, what you assume, are other pictures of you.
"i guess not." you groan quietly as sana keeps her thigh moving while you rocked against it, blushing when momo breaks from her focus to smile at you.
"aw, you were right, sana. she is a lot cuter when she's awake." momo coos when she walks in front of you, cupping your cheeks in her hands and squeezing lightly. you're not sure if you're creeped out by the fact they've done this while you were sleeping or more aroused from it.
"momo..." you whine suddenly, making the older girl lean down to kiss you sweetly. "don't worry. me and sana have been taking care of you, baby." one of her hands leave to go under your panties and rub your clit lightly while sana's go under your shirt and squeeze your tits.
"this would make a really good picture." sana whispers, her teeth still gnawing at your neck.
momo nods. their perverted behavior was only going to get worse now that you were aware of it. and with the way momo applied the perfect amount of pressure onto your clit and sana was practically chewing your neck up... you didn't really mind. (you wanted to encourage it, even.)
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otwicepairing · 2 months
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samo/∞
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momomoring · 4 months
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lol in a silly goofy mood rn thinking about gp!momo and how much she likes it when sana rides her.
momo’s sitting in a chair, eyes screwed shut, hands gripping sana’s waist so hard it’s leaving bruises. sana’s straddling momo’s lap, fucking herself on her dick. she’s so wet it’s dripping down momo’s length and making a mess in her lap.
sana has a hand on the back of the chair, just beside momo’s head, and her other hand gripping her shoulder for leverage every time she lifts up and forces herself downwards on momo.
her dick stretches sana out, hitting every single spot inside of her so good her eyes roll back. she’s nearly dizzy with how good it feels, momo’s dick pulsing inside of her, needy little whimpers falling out of momo’s mouth.
it’s kind of pathetic, how much momo likes this, sana controlling both of their pleasure but primarily seeking her own. how momo just lays there, hands gripping sana harshly but barely doing anything to help her fuck herself on momo’s dick.
the coil in sana’s stomach tightens, and it gets harder to lift up, to keep the consistency of her movements. she falls forwards, lips finding momo’s neck, mouthing at her pulse point, teeth biting down and tongue smoothing it over. momo lets out a groan, thrusting upwards. sana gasps against momo’s neck at how her dick goes even deeper, stretches her even further.
“just like that,” sana chokes out and momo, like the good girl she is, thrusts upwards again, those hands on sana’s waist finally useful for something.
sana’s cries grow louder as momo continues fucking up into her, guiding her sloppy movements. momo grunts with the effort, her shoulder muscles working and flexing under sana’s hand. momo’s teeth are gritted with the strain but she loves it, the way it makes sana moan brokenly, hands gripping her and fucking herself desperately on momo.
“i’m so close,” sana says, voice shaking and unsteady. momo groans, trying not to come as she shifts closer, an arm wrapping around sana’s waist, her other hand sliding around to rub harshly at her clit as she thrusts into her. sana nearly screams, the stimulation on her clit overwhelming and intense, but it’s everything she needs and she comes, body convulsing and shuddering.
she clenches around momo’s dick as she continues fucking herself wantonly, momo’s thumb rubbing her clit. the tightness of sana’s wet pussy is all momo can think about, her dick throbbing inside of her as she fucks into her harder, chasing her own orgasm.
it happens within seconds after momo stops trying to prevent it, spilling into sana, warmth exploding as she cries out. her hold on sana tightens as her head falls forwards so that her forehead can rest on her shoulder. sana groans with the feeling and shifts on momo’s dick, milking it for what it’s worth.
and finally, momo leans back, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. her hand finds its way to sana’s stomach and she rubs at her lower stomach, her dick and cum still inside of her. the corner of her mouth quirks upward in a smirk.
“you look pretty like that,” momo says.
sana hums, leaning closer to kiss her lazily for a moment before mumbling against her lips, “so do you.”
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imnayeons · 9 months
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hemomartin · 2 months
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Twice - With You•th [Saidahmo version]
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