#twice momo x reader
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keep you in my mouth (and hope to never take you out)
hirai momo x f!reader
synopsis: at first it’s a party. then it’s a study session. then it’s like you’re addicted to her, and you find yourself caught up in everything that is hirai momo.
tags/warnings: ambiguous location but college/university setting, alcohol, drugs, parties, mentions of throwing up, smut (strap, cunnilingus, overstimulation, begging), fluff!, light degradation (reader is referred to as whore and slut lul), friends to lovers, switch!momo ??? idk but momo’s the best girl :]
a/n: i haven’t written for fun in… over 5 years? not since i was in high school… so i'm extremely out of practice SORRY! i’ve definitely regressed (T_T) i wanted this to just be a quick way to get back into writing, so its not all that articulate or anything. i started this last thursday when i was off work bc i was sick and bored, and i was gonna post it over the weekend but then with seollal and going back to work, i kinda forgot about it. partially ib my own college experience :p i feel obligated to say don’t do drugs and don’t drink underage but…! title from flashing room by 2am club. not proofread!
the resounding thump of the bass sinks into your skin, replacing the steady beat beneath your ribs.
you feel a body next to you—someone’s pushing past you across the room, their sweat smearing across your exposed forearm. it’s damp and uncomfortably cool, an off-putting and striking contrast to the heat of the crowd. you stop dancing and frown. you turn to your left, pinching a piece of your friend’s shirt between your fingers, wiping the sweat onto the dark fabric. chaeyoung stops moving to the music and swats your hand away.
“what are you doing?”
“someone touched me,” you wrinkle your nose. “it was sweaty.”
“so you wiped it on me instead?” the shorter girl glares up at you, though her eyes twinkle with mirth—or maybe it’s just the reflection from the led light strips on the walls. she pulls out her phone to check the time. “i need another drink before we go. c’mon, let’s go find tzuyu and dahyun.”
you shrug as the two of you link fingers and begin to find your way back to the makeshift bar for more drinks. you’re already drunk—yooyeon’s playing bartender tonight and you’ve been taking advantage of it as much as possible.
“ladies,” yooyeon greets as you approach her table. she spreads her hands over a few stacks of cups filled with red liquid. “what can i get you this time?”
the options are pretty limited. actually, there’s really only one option: a delightfully strong mixture of jungle juice made oh so lovingly by yooyeon and jiwon.
“you’re hilarious,” you say flatly as you roll your eyes at her. she just cackles and starts fixing up two new cups. “have i ever told you that you’re my favorite bartender?”
“that’ll break jiwon’s heart,” she replies with a laugh. “but i won’t tell if you won’t.” she holds out the drinks with both hands.
chaeyoung accepts one of the cups and takes a long swig. “hey, we’re actually probably heading out soon. going to a kickback with some friends,” she says to yooyeon. you take the other cup and swallow some of the jungle juice. it’s your third cup of the night, so maybe you’re just drunk, but it tastes divine. you’re pretty sure that, at the very least, it tastes better than the tequila shots you’d downed earlier with chaeyoung before leaving your apartment.
yooyeon pouts. “why?” she leans in towards the two of you. “don’t go. you guys practically just got here.”
you shake your head. “no can do. we promised jihyo we’d go to her place tonight.” on another night, you might stay, watch jiwon do a few lines in the bathroom, drink more alcohol until your vision starts to blur, maybe let yooyeon or jiwon—or both—put delicate hands up your shirt and leave bruises on your hips. tonight, though, you’re going to a kickback held by one of your closest friends, jihyo, and you’ll consume enough substances to ensure you wake up with your head pounding, mouth dry, body aching all over.
it’s going to be fun, you think to yourself. you chug some more jungle juice, finishing your cup more quickly than you’d intended. chaeyoung’s texting tzuyu, instructing her to meet you guys by yooyeon’s setup. as the alcohol sets into your bloodstream, your skin warms, a muted blush settling on your cheeks.
chaeyoung spots tzuyu and dahyun walking towards yooyeon’s table and waves them over. yooyeon pours two more drinks and offers them out to your friends as they approach.
“thanks yooyeon!” tzuyu happily tips her cup back into her mouth. dahyun does the same, though she only takes a small mouthful. you’re pretty sure she’s sober. you’ve been at the house for about an hour, but you know she’s only been occasionally stealing sips from everybody’s drinks instead of just getting one of her own. really, you’re a little grateful that she’s not drunk—you know that by the end of the night, most of you will be too inebriated to get home properly without help. dahyun’s always been a little less raucous than the rest of the girls, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. dahyun hands her barely-touched cup to you to finish and you flash her a playful grin with a wink.
“finish your drinks and we’ll go. i’ll go ahead and call an uber now,” dahyun directs while pulling out her phone. the rest of you nod and tap your cups together in a cheers. a few moments pass before dahyun slips her phone back into her pocket and announces, “okay, he’ll be here in… six minutes. jihyo said nayeon and mina are already there.”
yooyeon makes eye contact with you. “will you guys come back later?” her eyes are hopeful, bright—she’s more a puppy than a party girl. but you’d rather be with your other friends, so you just shoot her an apologetic expression.
“not tonight,” you shake your head. “but maybe we’ll see you later this weekend or something?”
before yooyeon can respond, you hear someone squeal from a few feet away. “guys! what are you doing here?” you all turn to find sana skipping towards your group, a huge smile on her face.
“sana!” the four of you yell simultaneously, pulling her into hugs with each of you. she’s beaming wildly. you didn’t know she was here; if you’d seen her earlier, you would’ve dragged her onto the dance floor and probably made her your drinking buddy. sana’s a little older than you and she’s infinitely cool. you’d met her at a party last year, where she’d pulled trig for chaeyoung after knowing her for about an hour. you’d all instantly fallen for her, and she was a welcome addition to your group. sana was confidence and optimism wrapped in sex on legs—but she was also undeniably cute, with her bubbly personality and squishy cheeks. she’d easily become one of your closest confidants, spending time with you every week, showering you with affection and giving you advice whenever you were struggling. her status as a social butterfly also meant that she has a lot of other friends, so your group of four—you, tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun—had rapidly expanded to a group of ten, with sana bringing her best friend momo into the fold, then jihyo, mina, jeongyeon, and nayeon with them. but sana’s infinite list of friends turns her into a pretty busy girl, so when chaeyoung had invited her out with you all tonight, she’d politely declined, stating her previously-arranged plans with momo and jeongyeon.
“i thought you were hanging out with jeongyeon and momo?” you look at sana in excitement.
“i am! well, jeongyeon had to go home early because she’s got a test tomorrow morning, but momo’s here. she’s talking to yoona right now,” sana points a few feet away at momo, engrossed in conversation with another girl you vaguely recognize. “wait, this is great! we can all hang out!”
“actually,” tzuyu interjects, “we’re leaving right now. but we’re heading to jihyo’s! nayeon and mina are there right now. will you come with us?”
“i’m down, but let me ask momo,” she giggles before bounding towards the older girl. she taps the girl on the shoulder and yoona offers them both a wave, walking off to find her friends in another room. sana starts to talk to momo; after a moment, she points over at your group and momo turns to glance at you all. her gaze seems to drag over you slowly. then she looks back at sana and says something, prompting sana to grin and tug at her arm, dragging the girl towards you. dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu all give her a quick hug and big smiles.
momo pulls you into a hug last, her firm arms wrapped around you tightly as sana exclaims, “momo said she’s down to go to jihyo’s!”
“we should probably head outside, then,” dahyun suggests. “it would suck if we missed our uber.” you all nod and start to find your way to the door. you quickly turn towards yooyeon and send her a wave. the girl perks up and shoots you a smile before you turn back around and follow chaeyoung out the house to the front.
you all stand outside, chatting idly amongst yourselves as dahyun watches for the right car to pull up. eventually, she spots what must be your uber and walks up to the vehicle, waving at the driver as they roll down their window. the rest of you trail behind her.
“for dahyun?” when the driver nods, she continues, “uh, so we have six people, actually. is that okay?” dahyun smiles sheepishly at the uber driver and bites her lip. he looks at you all warily and sighs.
“yeah, sure. it’s not like we’re going very far, i guess.”
tzuyu climbs into the passenger seat while chaeyoung scoots into the middle seat in the back. dahyun takes the seat to the right of chaeyoung, with sana climbing into her lap naturally. you quickly realize your predicament as the rest of the girls settle into the uber. you turn to momo and say, “you can sit on me. if that’s okay.”
the girl’s cheeks instantly turn the prettiest shade of pink you’ve ever seen. “oh! um, okay. sure. thanks.”
you open the door on the left and climb into the last seat. once you’re seated, you look back at momo and smile. she quickly gets in, sitting awkwardly on your lap. you reach for the door handle with one hand, close the door, then snake your hand around the girl’s waist, pulling her towards you more tightly. she squeaks a little, but shifts her body more to settle comfortably against you. your uber driver eyes you all in the backseat with a tired expression before driving off slowly.
“this top looks really good on you, by the way,” you say, lips twitching into a small grin. you play a little with the ends of her hair before dropping your fingers to brush along her shirt. she stares at the floor.
“thanks,” she replies quietly. her cheeks are red when she looks up and her eyes dart away when she notices you’re looking at her face.
the rest of the ride is filled by your friends’ conversations and your driver’s playlist coming low through the speakers of the car, your fingers rubbing circles into momo’s hip soothingly as you feel her take quiet, even breaths. you’re almost disappointed when the uber stops in front of jihyo’s apartment.
when you arrive at jihyo’s door, jihyo welcomes you all with a hug and ushers you inside. she leads you to the kitchen, where nayeon and mina are chatting next to the table covered with an array of drinks. you greet nayeon and mina with hugs as well, chatting with them for a minute before you decide to make a few cherry bombs for everyone. the girls seem to have found their spots in the apartment: tzuyu, dahyun, and chaeyoung are sitting on the floor in jihyo’s living room while sana and momo fumble with jihyo’s speaker system, squabbling over jihyo’s phone to try to queue up a few more songs. nayeon, jihyo, and mina continue to chat while they watch you in the kitchen as you mix cherry vodka with redbull. when you’ve prepared a few shot glasses, you offer them to nayeon and jihyo, knowing mina won’t be drinking. you all quickly down your shots and nayeon and jihyo excuse themselves to go find a game to play, leaving you in the kitchen with mina. she offers to take two of the shots over to sana and momo, and you agree. you grab the remaining three shots, find dahyun, chaeyoung, and tzuyu in the living room, and watch as they knock back their cherry bombs.
you plop down on the floor next to chaeyoung, letting out an excited giggle when she produces a small tin from her pocket and pulls out a perfectly rolled joint. as she lights it and begins to take a hit, you look towards the speaker where you spot sana and momo laughing with mina. you observe them for a moment before you feel chaeyoung tapping at your shoulder, offering you the joint. you take a hit and hand it back to chaeyoung. dahyun and tzuyu get up; you vaguely register them saying something about finding some ping pong balls. you and chaeyoung chat quietly, asking “would you rather” questions, passing the joint back and forth until eventually it’s reduced to nothing and you’re forced to stub it out. by now, the combination of the weed and alcohol has you feeling light and slightly dizzy, but it’s pleasant and you’re smiling a little dopily. chaeyoung pulls you up with her when she sees tzuyu across the room, setting up a table to play beer pong.
“tzu! i wanna play!” chaeyoung exclaims happily. “can i play?”
“sure,” the taller girl agrees easily. “you can be my partner. y/n, wanna play?”
“wait, who else is playing?”
tzuyu shrugs. “go find someone!” you glance around; mina’s sitting on the couch with dahyun, both tapping away at their phones. nayeon and jihyo are sitting at the table in the kitchen, already playing some kind of card game. you start to walk off to look for sana and momo and tzuyu calls after you, “oh, get sana! she needs to get on our level!”
you find sana in the kitchen with momo. you quickly grab another cup, mixing vodka with soda haphazardly, taking a big gulp as you bound up to sana. “i’m drunk,” you state the obvious with a giggle. “and you need to catch up! let’s play beer pong with chae and tzuyu!” you point your cup towards sana, who giggles back at you, takes the cup, shares a look with momo.
“thanks, y/n!” she hums as she sips at the drink. “actually, i think you might regret recruiting me for beer pong,” she winks at you and hands your cup to momo, who tilts her head at you for approval. you nod quickly and she takes a long drink before handing the cup back to you. “but momo would love to be your partner tonight!”
you beam at the other girl hopefully. “would you really? please?” momo looks at you with wide eyes, seemingly caught off guard. she sneaks a glance at sana, who just bats her eyes innocently.
“oh, sure,” she agrees quickly. “i’m down.” you cheer as you grab her hand and guide her towards the table where chaeyoung and tzuyu are setting up the cups and pouring beer into each one. you chug a bit more of your drink, which has dwindled down to just a few more mouthfuls. you offer the rest to momo, then pout when you realize you don’t have anything else to drink, making sana laugh from behind you. she walks back to the kitchen as you and momo take your places at one end of the table, chaeyoung and tzuyu at the other. it’s decided that you and momo will go first. momo gestures at you to go ahead, and you grab one of the ping pong balls and eye the pyramid of cups across from you.
before you can toss the ball, sana returns with two new drinks, places one on the small table by the couch. she points at it and says, “that’s for you, y/n. when you’re done playing.” she takes a sip from the other drink still in her hand.
“thanks,” you nod at her words, focusing intently on your form. you decide to just go for it, casually arching the ball forward, watching as it sinks cleanly into one of the cups in front of tzuyu. “yes!”
momo whoops. “nice.” she offers her hand out for a high-five. tzuyu takes the cup, removes the ball, drinks the beer. momo quickly finishes off the drink you’d given her, adding it to the cup tzuyu drank to start a stack on the side, then moves to take her shot. she hesitates for quite a while before eventually throwing the ball. it bounces off the side of one cup, but falls into the one next to it. you cheer loudly as momo’s eyes widen and she turns to face you, a giddy expression on her face. you sneak a quick peck on her cheek, delight in the way the skin pinkens immediately as momo looks at you bashfully. chaeyoung takes the cup out, removing the ball before downing the contents inside. she boos half-heartedly but she’s smiling as she hands both ping pong balls back to you.
you immediately toss one across the table. it bounces off a cup and drops onto the table. you pout. “ugh. got too cocky. redeem us, momo!” but momo misses her shot, too, so you hand the balls to chaeyoung and tzuyu.
tzuyu tosses her ball quickly and it immediately falls into a cup in front of you. you grab the cup, take the ball out, drink the beer, add the cup to the stack. chaeyoung takes her position, squinting momentarily across the table before shooting the ball, landing it in a cup next to momo. the older girl grabs the cup, takes the ball out and hands it back to chaeyoung before tossing the beer back into her mouth. a droplet of beer shines at the corner of her mouth. without thinking, you lean forward and wipe at it with your finger before popping it into your mouth to clean it off. momo stares at you, but you don’t seem to notice. tzuyu and chaeyoung take their shots again. tzuyu lands her ball in a cup—momo drinks it quickly—but chaeyoung misses hers. they hand the balls back to you and momo. you arc one ball perfectly into a cup. momo’s turn is kind of disastrous; she throws the ball towards the cups, but it ends up smacking chaeyoung in the tit.
“sorry!” momo squeaks. chaeyoung just laughs and waves her off. the game keeps going, but it quickly becomes obvious that chaeyoung and tzuyu are going to win. you only land your ball into the cups two more times, and momo misses every shot she takes, looking all the more distracted as each round passes. eventually, you and momo lose pretty spectacularly. jihyo and nayeon push you both out of the way to take on chaeyoung and tzuyu.
disgruntled, you grab the drink sana made for you and take a gulp. “i can’t believe we lost!” you wail as momo follows you to the kitchen.
momo shrugs. “we’ll get ’em next time,” she promises, wrapping her arms around you from behind. you settle against her with a sigh.
“you’re so…” you gesture a little vaguely at her body, “comfy?” you finish, pulling momo’s arms around you even tighter. “like, you’re firm. you have really nice muscles and... you know. but you’re super cozy.” she hums in your ear as you lift your cup to your lips again.
“thanks,” she laughs. “i mean, i eat a lot. but i work out a lot too.”
“oh, i’ve noticed. your body always looks so good,” you continue absentmindedly before you pull away from her to look her in the eyes, slightly embarrassed. “i—it’s not like i stare. i just mean i wish i had your athleticism, you know? i don’t really know how to work out, and i don’t have a whole lot of stamina.” that causes momo’s mouth to twitch into a subtle smirk and you flush. your tongue suddenly feels very dry, and you’re not exactly sure it’s cotton mouth.
“well, maybe i could help you with that,” momo quips before she steals a bit of your drink and starts to move to the music blaring from jihyo’s speaker, and it pushes you to dance as well. after a song or two, momo’s hands make their way around your waist and you let your arms wrap around her neck, your cup dangling over her shoulder. it registers in your mind that you like this—like momo pressed against your body, like big brown eyes twinkling as she grins at you, like momo’s laugh vibrating against your chest. you smile at her as you dance together, your friends jumping and singing along to the music around you as they toss ping pong balls at each other.
everyone else seems to be preoccupied, not paying any attention to you and momo. you hardly realize that momo’s been guiding you towards the bathroom until she pushes the door open, closes it behind you, shoves you against the wall. her eyes bore into yours, looking for your approval before she leans in to kiss you. you close the distance, bringing a hand up to cradle her jaw. it feels incredibly intimate as she runs a hand from your neck down your side, eventually resting it on your hip. you continue to kiss her softly, sighing into her mouth as she lets out quiet hums of approval. after a while, she licks into your mouth, nips at your bottom lip, and you gasp as things begin to progress quickly from there.
her teeth tug at the skin of your throat. you try to suppress a moan, but it rips out of your mouth before you can stop it, and momo laughs, kisses you again. “maybe,” she breathes against your lips, “we should get out of here.” you nod enthusiastically, connect your lips again, savor the taste of her peach chapstick. you follow her out of the bathroom. you go to the front door, grabbing your belongings while momo walks up to the rest of the girls, all still either dancing or playing beer pong, says to them, “i think y/n isn’t feeling great. maybe she drank too much? and i’m kind of tired anyway, so i’m gonna take her home. we’ll see you later.” she leans in to whisper something privately to sana, who squeals and shoves momo’s shoulder. then sana waves you both off, turning back to cheer jihyo on as she tosses a ping pong ball into a cup.
and then you’re out the door, stumbling as you walk the few short minutes to momo’s place, giggling as momo pulls you into her arms every few steps to kiss you exuberantly.
you’ve never actually been to momo’s apartment, you realize. it’s nice; it’s relatively simple, a comfortable lived-in vibe filling the space. in the back of your mind, behind the haze of tequila shots, jungle juice, cherry bombs, beer, and weed, you remember that this isn’t just momo’s apartment—this is also sana and nayeon’s new apartment, the three having just moved in together recently.
you follow momo to one of the rooms, presumably hers. as she punches the numbers into her keypad, you take a moment to check your phone. you have a text from chaeyoung.
text me when you get home please, it reads.
not sure when i’ll be home but i’m okay! i’m at momo’s, you respond before following momo through the door.
quietly, you take a moment to observe momo’s room. it’s cozy, photos adorning the walls along with a bunch of figurines momo must like. there are a few drawings hung on the walls, too, and if you lean in, you can see on each of them a signature that looks kind of like momo’s name.
before you can get a closer look, though, momo’s running her fingers down your arm, pressing feather-light kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders. you turn and wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a proper kiss as she settles her hands along your waist. she kisses you with vigor, smiling as you respond just as fervently. she pushes you lightly, the backs of your knees hitting her mattress, making you fall backwards onto the bed. she makes quick work of your clothes, pulling your top and pants off as she kisses down your skin. momo takes her shirt off and you stare at her muscular arms and abs in reverence. your jaw drops when she pulls off her bra next; her boobs are actually perfect. it’s like she’s not even real. she smirks as she pulls her pants down her legs and kicks them to the floor, shaking you from your daze. then she crawls back on top of you, leaves another hickey on your chest, strokes your hair.
“if you wanna stop at any point, just tell me.” her voice is gentle but insistent, and you nod.
“same here,” you respond, and she sends you a little smile that’s entirely too cute for her own good.
she undoes the clasp of your bra, throws it somewhere to the side and momo descends immediately, full lips around your nipple, sucking hard and assertive, the other one rolled between two fingers. after you begin panting, she switches sides, makes sure to pay attention to both of your breasts as you let out lewd moans and sighs.
you lose yourself like that for a while as she pleasures your tits before eventually she removes her mouth from your chest, shifts up a little, grinds down on your thigh—you can feel the heat from between her legs, the soaked fabric of her panties pressing down onto your skin. you let out a whine.
“you sound so pretty for me, baby,” momo breathes into your collarbone. she sucks a dark hickey at the base of your throat. you moan again, the sound vibrating against momo’s lips. you let your hand drift down towards her clothed core, rubbing circles against the wet spot on her panties. she lets out a whimper, and you push her a little so she sits up. you easily pull her panties off, let them fall to the floor. you use your fingers to tease at her folds, coating them in her slick. you start to rub circles on her clit and she lets out a series of breathy, high-pitched whines. you keep going like that for a while, momo pulling you down to make out with her as you stimulate her clit. soon, momo’s body is shaking. “i need your fingers in me, y/n,” she chokes out.
you hum. “ask me nicely.”
“please, y/n. please fuck me with your fingers.” you lick your lips and nod.
you start by easing one finger inside her, thrusting in and out until she’s whimpering softly. then, you add another finger, curling them both upwards as you sink them into her pussy, caressing her g-spot. momo groans, low and sensual, as you start to fuck into her with your fingers. with each thrust, your palm makes contact with her clit, and eventually her head starts to loll back, loud moans rising out of her mouth.
you think you could get addicted to this—her sounds, her heat, her pleasure. it’s enough to get you dripping.
“i’m gonna cum,” momo gasps out. “oh, fuck—i’m—”
you nearly cum when her orgasm takes over, grunts and whines falling from her lips as she shudders and gushes onto your fingers. you slow down, rub at her clit gently a few times before eventually pulling your fingers out. you shove them into momo’s mouth. “suck,” you command, and she does so immediately, tongue flicking around your digits. “good girl.” you take your fingers out and immediately pull her into a kiss, licking into her mouth and tasting her cum on her tongue, sweet and tangy and a little salty.
yeah, you could definitely get addicted to this.
for a while, you kiss her like that, her heavy breathing eventually evening out as she recovers from her climax. slowly, momo slides her hand downwards, stopping at the edge of your panties. she circles the hem of your underwear, presses a kiss into your neck again. your breath catches in your throat. you’re positively soaked. momo moves down, settles between your thighs. she kisses at the wetness on your panties, reaches up, pulls them down your legs, over your thighs, tosses them away from the bed. she kisses your clit and you whimper. you look down and oh—she makes eye contact with you, smirks, licks into your slit, collecting your slick on her warm tongue.
momo sucks at your clit just as unrelentingly as she had your nipple, and you’ve always been so sensitive. you’re moaning, breath ragged, body shaking as momo licks at your cunt.
you’re so drenched, momo easily slips two fingers in and starts pumping them in and out. the feeling of her fingers curling into your g-spot makes you gasp, and she keeps darting her tongue against your clit, licking against your labia, spreading your wetness around her mouth. you moan loudly and your hands fall to grip at her head, grasping into her hair.
you let out a strangled, “oh fuck, momo, oh my god—” as her fingers fuck into you, tongue licking broadly against your folds and flicking against your clit. her lips wrap around your bud and she sucks, the sensation sending you over the edge. “momo, i’m gonna cum, ’m gonna—fuck—”
your body goes slack as you cum powerfully, momo still lapping at your folds, sucking around your clit and thrusting her fingers into you. eventually, she pulls away, lets you lay there as you recover, brushes your hair out of your face. she gets up off the bed and says, “be right back.” then she’s rummaging through her drawers as you close your eyes, trying to catch your breath.
you notice her shadow looming over you when she returns. “so,” momo breathes out, tugging at your hair. you let out a whimper. “i have something else i’d like to try with you, if you’re up for it?” you open your eyes and look at her, see the harness and pink silicone dildo in her hands. instantly, you sit up and surge towards her, kissing her desperately. she pulls away with a laugh and says, “i’ll take that as a yes, then.”
before you know it, you’re face down on the bed, on your hands and knees, elbows resting on her pillow, back arched and legs spread. momo runs her hands down your back as you shiver, grips your left hip, uses her other hand to rub the tip of the shaft along your dripping slit. she teases you leisurely and you quickly begin to grow impatient. you whine pathetically, “more. i need all of you. please, momo.”
momo’s mouth quirks up in satisfaction. “you’re a greedy little whore, huh?” but she complies, places the head against your pussy, pushes the tip in, doesn’t wait for you to adjust and slides the length all the way into you in one movement. you grasp tightly at the sheets beneath you, letting out a low moan. momo slowly pulls out, looks smug at the slickness spread along the strap, pushes back inside you with a giggle. she pulls out again, repeats the action, thrusting harder and quicker each time, hands gripping your ass firmly. she’s found a good rhythm and she lets out a deep groan. you feel yourself clench at the sound, thighs quivering as pleasure surges throughout you.
she continues to fuck into you deeply until eventually your arms begin to give out; she slows momentarily, pulls out completely, grabs your hips and flips you over so you’re on your back, staring up at her. she lines up the dildo against your cunt again, buries the shaft in you, but she doesn’t move. instead, she smirks down at you as you begin to whimper desperately.
“what is it, baby? use your words.”
“momo,” you gasp out, “please move, please.”
she tilts her head. you’re squirming, trying to fuck yourself on her dick, but momo’s strong, holding you in place, preventing you from finding your own pleasure. “beg properly,” she drawls, “and maybe i’ll think about it.”
“will you please move, momo? i’ll do anything, baby, please, i need your cock so bad,” you cry. “please fuck me, please i’ll be such a good slut for you, momo, just please move, please.”
“how cute,” she coos before she starts fucking you at the same pace as before, hitting hard and deep inside you every time. you’re gasping and grunting each time she thrusts, her round eyes shining in amusement as she stares down at you. you eventually break eye contact when you glance at her body.
the sight of momo’s toned abs and round tits glistening with a thin layer of sweat nearly makes you lose your mind, and you claw desperately at her arms. she starts rubbing at your clit with one hand, the other holding you down securely by your waist. the combined stimulation sends you into overdrive, and your breath hitches, vision begins to blur, body shakes frantically with momo’s name falling from your lips repeatedly as your orgasm ripples through every part of you.
as you come down from your high, momo slips out of you, making you exhale sharply as you adjust to the loss. you feel completely wrecked, pussy raw and sore from the intensity of momo’s actions. she quickly leaves to bring you some towels and a glass of water. she returns with a soft expression; the two of you lay together as she gently, carefully wipes you down. you sip at your water gratefully, finishing the entire glass, but you can feel fatigue engulfing your body. she practically carries you to the bathroom, where she lends you a spare toothbrush and leaves you to use the toilet. when you’re finished, she really does pick you up this time, setting you gently on her bed, pulling the sheets up over your body. you barely manage to whisper out a “thank you” before you’re passed out, surrounded by momo’s scent and breathing peacefully. momo just smiles, tucks your hair behind your ear, presses a soft kiss against your forehead. as you fall into a deep slumber, she gets up, folds your clothes and puts them in a tote bag, finds your phone. noticing your almost-dead battery, she plugs it into a spare charger. then she crawls into bed next to you, turns off her light, and falls asleep to the soothing rise and fall of your chest next to her.
you roll over, eyes sticky with exhaustion and haziness. your body aches, and you reach a heavy hand out to find your phone. you feel around for a few moments before your phone is pushed gently into your hand. startled, you blink a few times and sit up.
momo lays next to you, body half-covered by the sheets, lips cut into a smirk. “good morning,” she husks quietly. “sleep well?” you stare at her for a moment. you’re aware that you’re both still naked, and you try not to think about her flawless chest and delicious abs.
“uh, good morning. yes. yeah. uh, i… i did. did you?” your brain feels all jumbled and looking at momo doesn’t seem to help.
“sure did,” she drawls with a grin, all teeth and rosy cheeks. “your phone’s being blowing up all morning, by the way.” you look down at the device and unlock the screen. your notifications are flooded with missed calls and texts from your friends—sana and chaeyoung’s names seem to take up the majority of them. noticing the time, your eyes widen comically.
“holy shit,” you breathe, head snapping up to look at momo. “uh… fuck. i am so sorry.”
her head tilts, adorably confused. “what for?” she shifts forward, reaching for your torso. she tugs at you a little until she’s snuggled against your body, burying her head into your side and wrapping an arm around your midsection.
“uh.” it seems to be your favorite word this morning. “for staying here so long? i didn’t mean to fall asleep here, i swear.” momo just laughs softly and closes her eyes.
“i don’t mind,” she sighs into your skin. your heart starts to beat a little faster.
“are you sure?”
she hums. “yeah. i even made breakfast, if you’re ready to eat. i wouldn’t have done that if i weren’t okay with you staying here.” her tone is teasing, but you can feel the sincerity in her voice. it makes you blush.
you squeak, “you made breakfast?”
“mm,” she responds. “just before you woke up. should still be warm. you still like waffles, yeah?”
“uh,” you repeat. you mentally kick yourself—where is your eloquence? “waffles are… good. hey, is sana here? and nayeon?”
her lips twitch. “would i have made breakfast naked if they were?” you turn bright red. “nayeon decided to head over to jeongyeon’s last night,” momo continues, “and dahyun took sana home with her and tzuyu. neither of them will be back until later.”
“oh, okay,” you exhale. “right. so, uh…” you don’t quite know how to say the words.
“hey, if you’re worried about this ruining our friendship,” momo starts, fiddling with her fingers, “we don’t have to make it anything more than just a hookup. we don’t even have to mention it again, if you’d like. i don’t mind. it’s your call.”
instantly, you flush, embarrassed that she’s read you so easily. “i’m sorry,” you say quickly. “it’s just—last night was incredible, beyond incredible, and you were so good, really, but i just don’t want this to make things weird between us. you’re one of my best friends and i like being with you, you know?” stop talking, you think. momo raises an eyebrow and you can’t help but continue, “not like that—or, well, maybe like that, if that’s something you want, because i definitely wouldn’t be opposed.” oh my god, stop! talking! your cheeks are hot and you look down at the floor.
momo lets out a laugh and reaches for your hand, prompting you to look back up at her. “y/n, it’s okay. i’m not, like, offended or anything. i totally get it. i’d never want to jeopardize our friendship, either. but it doesn’t have to make things weird. because i also like being with you, whether it ends like it did last night or not. no pressure. we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. we can just go with the flow.” she sends you a comforting smile. “how about we eat breakfast now? before it goes cold.”
“sure,” you agree, “but i might need help walking over there.”
momo’s proud smirk that follows replays in your mind even weeks later.
when you’d come home the day after jihyo’s kickback, chaeyoung had asked about your sleepover at momo’s, but she didn’t seem to think much of it. miraculously, none of the girls had noticed the array of hickeys that momo had left all over your body, or wondered why you’d spent the rest of the weekend entirely in bed, only moving to get ready.
before you’d left her apartment that day, you’d mustered up the courage to lean in to kiss her, and momo had closed the distance before saying goodbye sweetly. you’d given in and texted momo not even two hours later, and ever since then, you’ve been chatting back and forth with the older girl, messages flirtier than they’ve ever been, tension accumulating as the weeks go by. you see momo a lot when you hang out with your friends, and nobody seems to think anything of it when she intertwines her fingers with yours or pulls you into frequent hugs, hands gripping at your waist. you hang out with her alone, too, though it’s all been completely friendly so far, with only your texts to insinuate there might be something else between you. you won’t say it to her, but you really wouldn’t mind if she just kissed you sometimes, or edged you in the bathroom during lunch, maybe.
on one morning, between classes, you go for coffee with her and sana—invitation extended by momo followed by a mouthwatering mirror pic of her, post-workout, abs gleaning with sweat and thumb hooked into the front of her joggers, along with the message working on my stamina. needless to say, you’d nearly forgotten about the coffee entirely.
“you guys seem to have gotten really close recently,” sana remarks as momo goes to pick up your orders. the two of you sit at a table, observing the oldest girl as she thanks the barista and starts to carry the tray back over to you.
“well, we were close before,” you say, trying to not sound too affected. “but i guess we have been hanging out a lot more recently.” momo takes her seat then, passing out your drinks and pastries. sana just hums and fails to hide a smile behind her cold brew. you cough.
before you head to your next class, sana pulls you aside as momo’s tossing away your trash. “just so you know,” she whispers, “i think you should go for it. if you like her, i mean. you’re totally momo’s type.”
before you can respond, momo’s standing in front of you, doe eyes sparkling as she swings her bag over her shoulder. sana winks at you.
you bid them both goodbye and make your way to class. it’s kind of funny—the entire time, all you can think about is sana saying you’re totally momo’s type. you try to ignore how the thought sets your skin on fire.
you have statistics class with tzuyu, jihyo, and momo every tuesday and thursday at 10 a.m.
only now, you start to notice momo—she always sits at the end of the row next to tzuyu, while you sit in between tzuyu and jihyo. momo’s quietly immersed in her phone most of the time. she doesn’t really take notes, or even listen to your professor. in fact, whenever your eyes find her, she’s always staring into space or typing something on her phone. sometimes you catch her with her notebook open and pencil scrawling something across the pages, but you can see she’s just doodling. you wonder what her grade is. after all, you spend half your time in this class playing games and texting with tzuyu, and the both of you are barely clinging to a low B as it is. jihyo, on the other hand, is always focused—her hard-earned A is the reflection of her determination and work ethic.
you subtly begin to switch seats with tzuyu so you can sit next to momo. tzuyu doesn’t really seem to notice or care, but one day, after a couple weeks, jihyo asks you about it as you slide into a seat, five minutes early for class.
“why are you sitting there?”
“huh?” you say smartly, pulling out your notebook and pencil. jihyo does the same, but she gives you a look.
“tzuyu usually sits next to momo. what, you don’t like sitting next to me anymore?”
“oh! no, that’s not it. uh, i guess i just didn’t notice.” you hope it comes out as casual as possible. jihyo gives you another look, which you ignore, and pulls out her stuff, settling into her seat.
“momo! hey!” at jihyo’s words, you nearly break your neck looking up so quickly. jihyo tries to stifle a guffaw.
“hey jihyo,” momo glances towards you and her eyes sparkle more brightly. “hi, y/n.”
“hi momo,” you reply breathlessly. again, you pay no mind to the giant grin jihyo’s sending your way.
momo drops into the seat next to you, scoots a little closer to you, her leg brushing against yours. your breath falters slightly. jihyo suppresses a cackle; you ignore her resolutely. “are you guys ready for the test next week?”
“wait, there’s a test next week?” you squeak.
“hey, you should’ve been paying attention,” jihyo tsks. “i invited you the other day to come to my study session. at least tzuyu actually showed up.”
“well, we can still study until the test,” momo offers. she glances at you. “y/n, what do you think?”
“oh, uh,” you look at momo. “sure. i could use the extra help. i mean, tzuyu and i…” you peek over at jihyo sheepishly. “well, yeah. i could use the extra help.” momo lets out a laugh and you blush.
jihyo rolls her eyes. “oh, now you want to study together? hey, you missed your chance.”
you wince. “sorry about that again. it’s just… well, i just didn’t feel like studying.” momo can’t help but giggle again at that. secretly, you’re preening inside at the sound.
“you can study with me,” momo leans closer to you. you stare at her, brain faltering at her close proximity. “i might not be a genius like jihyo, but i’m good. good enough to have an A, at least.”
you’re about to respond when tzuyu hurls herself into the seat between you and jihyo. “hey guys! did i miss anything?”
“hey tzuyu,” momo looks at her. “no, not yet. we were just saying we should study together again before the unit test, maybe next week?” you all agree and begin to make plans, but quickly quiet down when you notice the professor walk in.
the entire lecture, all you can focus on is momo—momo’s leg, pressed against your own—momo’s fingers, tapping every so often along the desk—momo’s perfume, something sweet and citrusy and a little powdery—momo’s jawline, sharp and gorgeous—momo’s eyes, huge and twinkling—
you don’t even notice when class ends, only registering it when momo’s standing up to leave, waggling her fingers teasingly at you as she exits the hall. jihyo and tzuyu gesture for you to hurry up and gather your things. you look down at your notebook, page completely empty save for the words stop staring at me in momo’s cute handwriting scrawled next to a heart.
jihyo and tzuyu exchange a look as you stare at the paper. when you peer up at them, jihyo just laughs. tzuyu rolls her eyes but sends a soft expression towards you. you suddenly feel very dizzy.
you’d spent the week trying to study to prepare for your statistics test, but you didn’t seem to get very far. now, you’re standing in front of momo’s door, textbook in hand with your bag slung over your shoulder as you knock gently.
jihyo and tzuyu had chosen to study on their own, with jihyo ultimately deciding that you would be too distracting for tzuyu to focus if you were together. she’d offered to study with you separately, but you’d instead jumped at the chance to ask momo to study with you. jihyo hadn’t tried to convince you otherwise, just giving you a knowing wink, and momo was more than happy to say yes.
the door opens to reveal a barefaced momo, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, doe eyes blinking at you behind big round glasses, fluffy hair falling softly around her face. your heart bursts at the sight. she beams at you before pulling you into a hug, shutting the door behind you.
“hey, you,” she greets you fondly. “ready to study, buddy?” you roll your eyes but laugh anyway.
“i guess,” you respond. “but to be completely honest, i’m pretty lost on this whole unit. and not just because i usually spend half of lecture beating tzuyu at candy crush.” momo raises an eyebrow at that. “i mean, i’m not stupid or anything, but it kinda just doesn’t click for me. just to warn you.”
momo just shrugs, gives you a comforting smile. “that’s okay. i’m pretty patient.”
you follow her to her room and you settle on the floor, pulling out your materials. for a while, you’re determined and fully concentrated on your studies. momo’s not wrong: she’s extremely patient, and the way she explains things is direct and simple, and somehow, things start to fall into place, and you grasp the concepts from the unit fairly quickly.
but after a couple hours, your focus begins to waver, and you find yourself incredibly distracted by the slope of momo’s nose, the mole on her neck, the rosiness of her cheeks—
“you’re staring,” momo singsongs, breaking your train of thought. her mouth is configured in a lopsided grin. you blink. “again.”
“sorry,” you say, not feeling very sorry at all. “you’re just really… you know. pretty.”
“i’m pretty?” she smirks at you, leans into your personal space. you nod dumbly and she giggles. she tilts her head forward to capture your lips in a kiss, and you can’t help but sigh. despite her flirty behavior, it’s been almost two months since you’d last kissed, since you’d spent the night with her after jihyo’s party, and you missed it. you missed her.
the two of you collapse onto her bed and kiss lazily for a while; you relish in her gentle touches and natural beauty. she’s so pretty. she’s certainly handsome, too, you think. she’s honestly just the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. her lips are soft and full, dragging lightly along your jawline before she nips at your throat. you whimper quietly as momo bites down on you again.
statistics long forgotten, you take your top off, toss it to momo’s floor.
momo’s plump lips are pressing hot, wet kisses against the column of your neck. you try to keep your composure, but a guttural moan makes its way out of your mouth and you instantly flush red. momo pulls at your pants, tugging them and your panties down your legs.
momo eats you out until you’re trembling, chest heaving and nothing but moans and broken speech falling from your lips. her lips and chin glisten with your slick, but she just gives you a quick kiss before leaning back down and attaching her mouth around your clit again. you fall apart once, twice, three times—your clit throbs intensely, painfully, too sensitive to keep going. but you don’t tell her to stop, so momo doesn’t stop, and you really like that she doesn’t stop. by the time you’re shuddering your way into a seventh orgasm, you’re limp and mumbling incoherently. momo finally lets up, licks into your mouth instead, your own cum coating your tongue as she kisses you wetly, desperately.
you go home that night feeling complete—and momo completes you again and again and again for hours when you show up at her place a week later, a giant A displayed at the top of your statistics test.
you’re pretty sure you’re addicted to momo.
you hang out with the older girl constantly. you go to movies together, study together, eat meals together. you don’t even go out to parties anymore, unless it’s held by one of your friends, choosing to go out with momo instead. you can’t remember the last time you saw yooyeon or jiwon. it hardly matters when you’re settled between momo’s thighs, lips wrapped around her clit, the sweetness of her cum dancing along every corner of your mouth.
eventually, you’re ending every other night in momo’s room. it doesn’t always involve sex—really, you just feel like being around momo. it’s nice. momo certainly isn’t complaining.
she starts to keep a toothbrush for you in her bathroom, and your clothes begin to mix in with her own closet.
chaeyoung doesn’t text you asking when you’re coming home anymore. instead, she asks if you’re coming over. whenever you swing by what’s technically your apartment with momo in tow, chaeyoung beams hugely at you, gives you a wink or a thumbs up. it’s only mildly embarrassing.
you’ve never had a friend quite like momo—she’s in a league of her own. she’s easily the best hookup you’ve ever had. you feel lucky just to be friends with her.
you think about momo’s taut abs, the way her skilled tongue curls inside you, her incredible stamina. you think about her contagious laugh, her alarmingly loud sneezes, her focused expression when she’s cooking something in the kitchen. you like all of these things about momo. you decide that, yeah, momo feels right. your head starts to spin when you think about what that means.
it dawns on you that this was what you’d been feeling every time you think about momo—want, pure desire, love. you’ve never craved anything or anyone like this before. you never felt want like this, love like this—it never felt right, not unless it was momo.
you’re at dinner with jeongyeon when you finally get the bright idea to actually tell momo you love her.
really, it’s more like jeongyeon hands you the idea on a silver platter.
“you seem happy,” jeongyeon says before biting into a dumpling.
you hum. “i am happy,” you say, not at all surprised to find your thoughts immediately drifting to momo. you begin to space out a bit as you think about all your recent memories with her; it’s not just the sex that’s good, but she makes you feel alive. when you’re with her, you forget about the rest of the world. it feels good to be around her. even just thinking about momo makes you feel at ease, content.
jeongyeon smiles at you, eyes softening. “so you and momo made it official then?”
that jolts you out of your reverie.
“momo—official—we aren’t—what?” you splutter incredulously. you stare at jeongyeon. she just blinks at you.
“you and momo,” she repeats, slower this time. “aren’t you guys, like, dating?” she says it so casually, in between bites of meat—you feel like the world has stopped spinning. “did she finally ask you to be her girlfriend?”
“momo and i are not dating,” you choke out nervously. “where in the world did you get that idea?”
jeongyeon stops chewing, swallows haltingly. “you’re kidding, right?” she sits up straighter, looks you in the eyes. “you guys aren’t subtle. like, at all. you know, we’re polite, not blind. those hickeys aren’t invisible, and you only got away with faking sick so many times before it tipped us off that something was up. plus, you’re always looking at each other with heart eyes. it’s kind of sickening, actually.”
you sit in silence as you absorb this. after a beat, you croak, “so, all of you… know about the sex?” she nods. “i see. well, honestly, i love her. but i’m worried that she’s not there yet.”
jeongyeon looks at you. “y/n, i’m pretty sure everyone knows that momo loves you. like, i’m not kidding, but she’s had a crush on you since you met. just ask sana. she’s been playing wingwoman for momo for months and it was like you were completely blind until the first time you and momo kissed. you know sana called me that night, drunk in dahyun’s bed, both of them shouting at me to start planning the wedding? mina helps momo pick out outfits for your dates. nayeon buys extra groceries because you practically live at their apartment now, and don’t think chaeyoung hasn’t noticed that. don’t even get me started on the updates jihyo and tzuyu send every week.” she decides to make it very clear to you. “momo talks nonstop about you, and the sex isn’t even a quarter of her rambling.” she rolls her eyes, but her lips stretch into a tender smile.
“oh. i guess i should probably do something about this, huh?” you rub your fingers at your neck as jeongyeon just rolls her eyes again.
“yeah,” she responds. “make it simple and just tell her ‘i love you.’”
you unlock momo’s room when you return from dinner and march up to momo, who’s laying on her bed, listening to music and staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. “i love you,” you say to her, feeling completely breathless. she sits up, looks extremely confused, but smiles blindingly at you. “i’m sorry i didn’t say it sooner.” you pause. “all of our friends seem to be under the impression that you love me back, so…” you trail off shyly.
“well, they’re not wrong,” she laughs out. “i do love you back.” you’re blushing, but momo just reaches towards you, pulls you onto her bed next to her. “no need to be sorry, by the way. i told you i was patient.”
that night, you see stars over and over and over as you and momo make love for hours until you’re both ready to pass out.
when your eyes finally shut, the last thing you register before you drift to sleep is momo whispering against your lips, “i love you.” and you think love might just be your new favorite word in the world.
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Can I request a momo NSFW alphabet?
MOMO NSFW ALPHABET
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Warnings: Everything that comes with a NSFW alphabet. Literally there’s nothing weird in there, it’s just plain NSFW.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
She’s so clingy. She loves to cuddle with you and hold you close to her heart, as you are the most precious little thing for her. She draws you a bath, cleans you with a rug, and also kisses your forehead.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also on their partners)
Hers: Her abs. Imagine licking those… 🤤 She’s worked hard for them, of course it’s going to be her favorite part of hers!
Yours: Your ass. She loves grabbing it and resting her head on it when she’s tired and you’re laying on the bed.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)
She loves to watch you eat her cum. It’s so… dirty and sexy. When the syrupy liquid dribbles down your chin, it turns her on again, so prepare to eat her out even more.
D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)
She’d love to have you seat on her face. It’s just the perfect position to grab your ass! Can you blame her for wanting that?
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
She’s definitely experienced, not as much as her Unnie, Nayeon, but she is experienced. I don’t see her as having that many sexual partners before, but has had her fair share.
F = Favorite position
Doggy. She just loves hitting it from behind. She loves the feeling of your warmth on her hips, especially when she has a strap-on. She adores seeing your ass bounce as her hard, fast, thrusts make it jiggle.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Momo is not as serious when it comes to sex, sure, it’s especial to her to share this moment with you, but she can also laugh or giggle when she makes you embarrassed.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
As I said in the Mina one, Japanese girls are not groomed down there, so she’s quite hairy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.)
She likes it when you’re the romantic one, as she really doesn’t care about how the moment comes, what matter to her is how it goes.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
She usually masturbates when she’s very busy and can’t blow steam with you. She prefers to use her hands instead of toys. They just feel weird on her.
Kink = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Body worship. Momo treats you like a goddess, and that doesn’t stop in the bedroom. She loves every inch of you, and wants you to know that.
L = Location (Favorite places to do things)
Anywhere. Everywhere. If it’s a place she can bend you over, she’s happy.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going).
She’s mostly motivated to do it when she sees you doing mundane stuff that shows your figure off. Example: when you bend over to pick up a pencil that had fallen off a table. She got the perfect view of your ass, as you were wearing her hoodie, and underwear underneath it. Though she wished you were wearing nothing underneath…
N = No (Turn offs, things they refuse to do.)
Hitting you. Momo loves you and worships you!! How could you expect her to do such a thing?!
O = Oral (Preference in receiving or giving, skill, etc.)
Receiving. She loves the sight of you buried deep between her thighs.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Fast and rough. She loves the feeling of your ass bounce against her strap-on.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Definitely into them. It doesn’t really matter how much time she spends doing it, as long as she can be with you in the most intimate way, it’s a win for her.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Now, Momo isn’t that into taking risks, she’s more into doing it when you’re both comfortable. Also, she’s kinda possessive, so she won’t like it if you’re both caught in the act.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last).
She’s a dancer, so she can last several rounds until she needs to stop, I’d say 3 rounds before she needs to rest.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
She owns a few toys, like strap-ons, dildos, vibrators… She likes using them on you and watching you squirm.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease).
She LOVES to tease, but doesn’t like being teased herself. She’s a pro at dirty-talking, and she has you blushing in an instant.
V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make).
She’s quiet, and she doesn’t like making sounds or hearing herself make sounds, so she prefers to focus on you and hear you make lewd noises.
W = Wild card
I’m convinced that if Momo was a guy, she’d be HUNG. We’re talking like 8.5/9 inches. She just gives that kind of energy 💋 So yeah, my wild card is that the toys she owns are BIG. So she prepares you for it and makes sure your cunt is ready.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
She has a relatively normal sex drive, she’s more into spending time with you than having sex with you.
Z= = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward).
She has trouble falling asleep, so she often cradles you in her arms and lays there, hearing your breathing and feeling the rise and fall of your chest. It eases her, and really helps her to fall asleep, too.
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Hi~ it’s been a WHILE, but I’m back, amidst of my semester at college and my depression getting worse, but I’m fine now, literally wrote this all in one sitting, so sorry if it’s bad :c
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in an attempt to be discreet, you tug your skirt the slightest bit higher as you walk towards her office. you’ve been summoned, technically, and even though you just saw each other this morning, you hope what ever she needs from you is anything but work related.
you gently make your way inside, but momo is nowhere to be seen. as you scan the office, you realize the glass door beside her desk is wide open. initially panicking, you speed walk outside, to be met with the relieving sight of your lover leaning against the rail, looking out to the city.
“hey” she smiles, making a grab for your waist when you join her.
“is everything okay?” your hands caress her shoulders, waiting an answer.
“splendid” she sighs, trying to mask her frustration with a smile and dancing the tip of her finger by the small slit showing skin. “just needed a little break”
you giggle and welcome her lips when they reach you, placing your pointer and middle fingers on her jaw, holding her in place. she’s had a hell of a day and she’s letting it all out on you, with the way she kisses you, the way she grips and squeezes all parts of you and how she needs to have you closer.
even as she turns you around and yanks your tube skirt and thong just a little above your ass cheeks, she presents two of her fingers for you to wet with saliva, and when she’s satisfied with your job, she leads them to your entrance and gently thrusts them inside. momo hums in delight as she feels your cunt clench around her. she pressed loud, wet kisses behind your ear as some breathy sounds escaped you.
“i can’t wait until we get home” she groans against your ear “but for now, this should suffice”
being so exposed had you pushing your ass back to her for more while you moaned as loud as you liked. you were standing right outside on the 8th floor, not very discreet either way as her office is also glass.
but that’s what edges you closer, the thought of anyone walking in to reach her and accidentally just seeing the two of you. thinking of one of your coworkers getting turned on had you feeling tickes in the pit of your stomach.
and the way you weren’t even touching her yet she was enjoying it just as much as you, making lewd noises and staring at your cunt as she quickly thrust her fingers in and out, watching as it swallowed them whole.
it was the quickest of quickies, and just as you were coming, shaking in her hold and having to swallow repeatedly to get yourself on track, you hear a smidge of employees through the wide open glass door, looking for momo for some opinion on something you quite couldn’t catch due to the ringing in your ears.
momo helps you fix your outfit and cant help when her hands cup your cheeks and her lips meet yours in a quick set of pecks “see you at home gorgeous?”
“actually, i was thinking we could maybe do something at my place?” her eyes widen adorably at the thought of something different, at the thought of you being comfortable with her to begin and share your own little side of things.
“sounds great” she smiles and you can see the adrenaline and excitement written across her eyes. “i’ll see you there” she presses a couple more pecks on your lips before she hurries out of her office to satisfy the employees.
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tinted windows
hirai momo x fem!reader // smut (minors dni)
“take momo to the gala,” sana said “it’ll be a good idea,” sana said.
panting from the friction of momo’s thigh tensing in between your legs, you’re almost one hundred percent sure that this is not what your best friend meant.
you don’t know how the kissing started or why it didn’t stop. you don’t know what you said or what momo said or what the two of you did before this, what changed in two and a half seconds that made you press your lips against momo’s right before the two of you are supposed to go into the gala that you’re hosting.
this is mad, you think, even as one of your legs wrap around momo’s waist. i’m going mad and that’s why this keeps happening.
but mad or not, you’ve somehow found yourself sitting in momo’s lap, wedged between momo’s chest and the steering wheel, hands in her hair and mouth on your neck now. you feel like you did when you were a teenager back in boarding school, still fully clothed and grinding down on momo like you are, pressing against her, trying to breath normally. it’s not the first time something like this has happened, far from it, actually, but it’s getting just a tad bit ridiculous just how weak you’re beginning to turn whenever you’re in momo’s presence.
you can’t help it; from the moment momo had walked out wearing the dark blue suit you’re tugging on right now, hair gorgeously messy, this had been inevitable.
and judging by the new and unfamiliar bulge that you can feel through momo’s dress pants, momo had been expecting this as well, and she had come prepared.
“we shouldn’t do this here—” momo tries to say, but she’s out of breath, muttering the words against the underside of your jaw where her mouth has latched, lips trailing against hot skin. you can’t stop trembling and have to clench your hands even tighter in momo’s hair, nails scraping against her scalp, to keep from nearly falling over.
“the windows are tinted, momo,” you point out slyly, then breathe in sharply from the sting of the skin momo has just scraped her teeth against, sucking what’ll undoubtedly be a very noticeable hickey in a few hours. your knee hits the gearshift, and leaning down to find what you need is just pushing your hips together harder, tighter, and now momo’s hand is fisted tight in your own hair, just enough to hurt.
“we can’t— y/n, what if someone catches us?” but momo isn’t putting up much of a fight against you, even though you know she can, her breath hot against your neck.
your fingers finally curl around the lever that you were searching for, and with a quick tug, the driver’s seat falls back, reclined far enough so that your position in momo’s lap has turned into a straddle. you arch your back just a bit, letting momo get a more-than-perfect view of the cleavage peeking out from your tight red dress. it works, momo’s eyes drifting down, her fingertips digging into your hips.
the sharp grip on your waist is enough to send your thoughts spiraling to momo’s nails dragging down your sides, forcing your mouth to momo’s, pressing deep into the back of your neck, and the fire between your legs has kicked it up a notch.
your dress is bunched up around your waist now, courtesy of momo’s hands pushing the fabric up and pulling you down, lips gliding against the soft skin of your chest. a hand finds its way underneath your dress, reaching up to toy with one of your breasts, and you fumble for a grip on momo’s hair as her lips work their way down, yanking the fabric down and out of the way so she can replace her fingers with her mouth.
soft lips latch onto a sensitive nipple and you fall forward, letting out a shaky exhale as you focus on the feeling of momo’s hot, wet tongue, a calloused hand sliding up your back to make you arch even closer. it takes you a few moments to remember that you want to fuck, not waste your time getting hot and bothered enough to explode before going inside the gala like this, sweaty and panting, adjusting your clothes and pretending as though the two of you are late due to ‘traffic.’
so, you pull momo’s head away with a sharp tug of your hair, even when your breasts ache for her mouth again, even when momo smirks, pinching and twisting your nipple just painful enough to make your hips jerk in response, a startled sound escaping your lips. “enough of that,” you say, but it comes out more as a breathless gasp, and momo’s eyebrow lifts in response. you ignore it, shifting back as though it lessens the ache between your legs. you bite back a groan and says hurriedly, “if these pants don’t come off in five seconds, i’ll get myself off right here and you get nothing.”
momo is grinning wickedly at you, as if knowing how much of an empty threat that was. “yes, ma’am,” she practically purrs in your ear, tugging at her belt, and — god there’s only so much you can take. you grab at momo’s hands and yank them away to replace them with your own, not-so-subtly rubbing yourself against momo’s tense thigh in the process.
as soon as momo’s dress pants are off, or at least yanked down far enough, you’re settling back down into momo’s lap, moaning at the feeling of the extra appendage that momo had generously thought to include in your activities for the night.
“so, you just assumed we would end the night this way?” you question as you grind down onto the strap, feeling it’s hard length slide against you through your lace panties. “i’m disappointed you think that of me, hirai.”
“that’s funny—” momo retorts breathlessly, her lips quirking up as you continue to grind against her, “—considering you’ve already proved my point.”
“shut up,” you snap, and kiss her again before leaning back. momo closes her eyes for just as long as it takes your free hand to slide down, tugging harshly enough on her boy shorts that she has no choice but to raise her hips up to help you out. still, you struggle in the small space to get them off, and momo bemusedly at you as you fumble and grunt in frustration.
“having problems, y/l/n?” she teases, voice raspy.
you ignore her, thinking, fuck it, and raise up onto your knees, yanking the boy shorts out of the way while simultaneously somehow avoiding hitting your head on the roof of the car. momo would never let you live that down.
triumphant, you lower yourself onto momo’s lap again. your hand automatically reaches for the dildo strapped to momo’s hips, but then you realize, with a hot flush that travels down your entire body, that there are no straps. the other end continues directly inside of momo, and when you tug it once, then twice, momo groans, lips falling against your neck with a curse.
“y/n,” she pants, eyes meeting yours. belatedly, you remember your own needs, your soaking underwear, and whimper in frustration. you’re aching, thighs clenching.
momo’s hand is between your legs now, moving the damp fabric of your panties aside, and you moan and fall forward at the first brush of momo’s fingers through your folds. “fuck, you’re wet,” she mutters distractedly, almost to herself, before her fingers slip seamlessly inside of you. she pulls them out just as quickly to rub and tease and oh—
your will to make this last as long as possible escapes you completely, vanishing as soon as momo looks at you like that. with a smirk, momo retracts her hand and grips the cock between her legs with glistening fingers.
“fuck me,” you purr, right as the head of the dildo comes into contact with your folds as momo positions it from underneath you. momo’s other hand slides from your hip, down your thigh, fingers brushing lightly against your clit to pull out another gasp from your lips.
the two of you moan together the moment you sink down slowly, letting yourself adjust to the length. the stretch burns deliciously as you take it inch by inch, before finally taking all of it in one swift motion, each groaning at the skin-to-skin contact. your walls clamp down hard around the cock and you pant into momo’s ear as you adjust to the thickness of it, momo’s hands gripping onto your waist.
this feeling, of momo inside you, the clench of her fingers on your hips, the desperate urge to lean back and rock, to writhe — you give up trying not to, just listening to what your body’s telling you, and fall forward. momo’s arms wrap around you, hands on your lower back, holding you.
then the two of you come up together, momo shifting so that the two of you can both sit as comfortably as possible in the small space of the car. you whimper reflexively at the motion, the movement of the cock inside you, the hard grip of momo’s hands. momo doesn’t stay up for long though, before she leans back against the seat, and you find yourself grasping onto toned biceps. it makes you moan to lift off of her, but falling back down again is even sweeter.
“god,” you gasp, riding momo slowly at first, relishing in the feeling of the cock moving inside you, rubbing against your walls before bottoming out over and over again. momo’s hand comes up to grasp at the back of your neck, inching her fingers up until they can comfortably fist in your hair.
momo’s own hips are rising up to meet yours each time you sink down, your moans filling the silence in the car, moving rhythmically. when you roll your hips, momo groans as the part inside her shifts, and you smirk.
it’s wiped off a second later when momo’s response is to bring two fingers back between your legs, circling your throbbing clit, teasing you and just barely brushing over the sensitive nub. momo pushes up again, the dildo slamming back inside of you in the process, to latch her mouth onto your neck again, leaving bruises over the soft skin of your throat.
it’s only when you catch a brief glimpse of yourself in the semi-fogged up window’s reflection that you realize just how wrecked you are — dress bunched up, your thighs are shaking around momo’s, the cock inside you stealing almost every ounce of coherent brain function, hair sweaty and sticking to the side of your face.
“momo,” you moan, without realizing you’ve done it until the sound fills up the steamy, hot air around you both, riding momo’s cock even faster, your hips slamming down perfectly in sync with the way momo desperately thrusts up into you.
a sharp sting brings everything into sharper focus for you a moment later. momo releases her teeth from your neck, pulls your hair again, and the pain only adds to the steady thrum between your legs as you clench around her, throbbing, feeling your orgasm building up and up with each delicious thrust.
your nails leave wrinkles in the fabric of momo’s suit jacket as you whimper brokenly, drawing momo in deeper, harder. “oh, god, i—”
it’s always like this, when you’re right on the edge: time seems to freeze over for a second, just long enough to savor the moment of being so, so close. just long enough for momo to grab one of your hips, slamming you back down, still with two fingers rolling over your swollen clit. your whole-body flushes with heat and pleasure, radiating from between your legs where momo is still moving inside you, and you can only cry out again.
you’re trembling everywhere, throbbing so hard and so deeply that you have to scramble for purchase and finds momo’s hands, clenched tight in yours. and just like every other time, you’re beyond sure that nothing else has ever felt this fucking good before.
momo mutters a few more curses under her breath, and then her nails are digging into the back of your hands before she lets them go to pull you onto her. you whine softly when it only draws out the aftershocks, the feeling of the cock shifting inside you, pressing against your front wall, momo breathing hard against your temple as she loses herself in her own orgasm.
the two of you stay there, riding out the aftershocks for a few moments until a car alarm goes off in the parking lot, bringing you both back to the present. you push yourself up, groaning softly as the dildo slips out of you, leaving you empty.
“well, that was really…” you trail off, but momo nods, reaching up to brush the sweaty locks out of your face.
“yeah,” she agrees, blowing out a deep breath. then her eyes widen, her fingertips coming up to press against your neck and chest, looking sheepish. “uh— i might have, um—”
you know immediately what she’s referring to without even having to look at yourself. there’s no doubt there are several hickeys scattered across your neck and cleavage, courtesy of momo’s enthusiasm and her habit of getting carried away in inconvenient moments.
“don’t worry about it.”
“shouldn’t we try to… you know, hide that before we go in?” momo tries to ask, but you just shrug, pulling your dress back up.
“well, now that would just defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?” you retort slyly, smirking when momo just blinks at you. you grunt as you climb off of momo’s lap and back into the passenger seat, legs already sore, and slip your heels back on. all the while, momo is still reclined in the driver’s seat, her pants still around her ankles, shirt wrinkled.
“ms. hirai,” you drawl with a teasing eye roll, pressing a finger to momo’s chest. “we don’t want to be any more late than we already are, do we? get yourself together.”
by the time momo is buckling her belt back up and stumbling after you, you’re already halfway to the door. “hey! at least wait for me, we came together!”
you only smile. “we sure did,” you remark, looking back just in time to catch momo’s direction.
“wait— hey— that’s not what i meant!”
author’s note: i didn’t think i’d start a new fic so fast, but i just had this urge.
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Dare pt 3 - Hirai Momo
Requested: Momo gets dared by the other members to find the easiest person she thinks will sleep with her(ends up being reader). They eventually end up dating and falling in love. But reader eventually finds out about the dare and confronts Momo. Angsty.
Momo x f!reader
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“Crazy, right?” Momo said as a gleeful smile adorned her face and she chugged down a glass of beer that had been sitting in front of her.
The other girls were in awe of what they just heard.
“So tomorrow we’re flying out to Jeju to spend the weekend together and I’m finally going to confess”.
A couple of weeks ago, Momo had been dared to sleep with someone as a game between the girls. No one thought she was going to be able to successfully carry out the deal, they knew she wasn’t built like that.
However, Momo met you. Not only did she cross her path with the one who would make the others shut their mouths, but you were the girl that stole her heart after the first time her lips touched yours.
Momo believed in destiny. She knew everything happened for a reason and the reason she was dared to do stupid things was to find you, to gather the courage to ask you out, take you home and realize everything she was waiting for was you.
“You were supposed to sleep with someone, not make plans to spend the rest of your life with her!” Nayeon teased as she recognized the look on her roommate’s face.
“It just happened,” Momo replied, her mind wandering again to the thought of you. “I guess I have to thank you for that”.
Nayeon laughed out loud. “Anything for my Momoring!”
“What do you plan to do?” Jihyo asked, ready to know every detail of whatever the older girl had in mind.
“I don’t wanna do anything over the top. I booked a dinner at a really nice restaurant and I’m going to pour my heart out under the moonlight”.
Eight girls squealed at such remarks.
“Who knew Momo unnie was this cheesy!”
*
Everything seemed like a dream.
You were standing in front of the most beautiful beach house you’d ever seen.
As you stepped over the threshold of the house, your senses were immediately enveloped in a symphony of sensations. Your eyes widened in awe as they took in the breathtaking view that stretched before you.
The expansive windows framed an unobstructed panorama of the azure sea, its waves dancing in a joyful rhythm against the shore. A pristine stretch of sandy beach lay just a few steps away, inviting you to indulge in the pleasures of the sea.
And the most beautiful girl in the world was holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you watching you in awe, just like you were.
“You…” you muttered, “you didn’t have to…”
Momo smiled pleased. “Yes, I did. I wanted us to have a very special weekend,” she replied, her hands taking yours and placing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I think…” she continued, a bit timidly this time, “we’ve spent so much time together, yet we have a lot to learn about each other…”
The remark made you blush a little as you left your bag on the living room floor.
“Let’s make time for everything this weekend, alright?” she proposed, her voice regaining the confidence you loved so much.
She pulled you into her as your hands were still tangled together to taste your lips one more time. You wrapped your arms around her neck, allowing her to roam her hands on your sides, to your breast to finally cup your face.
“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered as you looked intently into her eyes.
Stars swam in them. She looked at you with adoration as her lips caught yours one more time.
Your hands quickly found their way under Momo’s shirt. As your hand made contact with her skin, a choked gasp flew from her mouth that you took as a sign to sneak your tongue in, deepening the kiss the way you knew she loved.
“Don’t you wanna see the bedroom?” Momo asked out of breath, already excited about what was ahead for the both of you.
An eager nod was enough for her to take you there.
You were ready to have the weekend of your life.
*
“This way, please,” a man dressed in a tuxedo signaled with his arm for you to follow him.
Once again, you couldn’t believe your eyes.
As you stepped through the ornate entrance of the exclusive restaurant, your breath caught in your throat.
The opulence of the surroundings was utterly mesmerizing.
As you walked across the polished wooden floor, your heart raced in anticipation of the view that awaited you. And then, as you approached the table, the sight that unfolded before you left you utterly speechless.
The table was set impeccably, adorned with fine china, delicate glassware, and flickering candles that added a warm and intimate ambiance. The sound of soft music played in the background, a gentle melody that serenaded your senses and complemented the soothing symphony of the sea.
You opened your mouth to praise Momo for doing all of this.
“Shh,” she simply said, a smirk still dancing on her lips. “We deserve all of this”.
You nodded shyly, taking the seat next to her.
“I…” she started talking, her gaze fixed on you but her hands portraying nervousness. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about what we have”.
She gulped, looking at your face, trying to catch any sign of what she was saying didn’t make you uncomfortable at all.
“It’s only been a few weeks that we know each other, yet when I’m with you I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she continued, her hand found yours intertwining your fingers. “I’m not the best at expressing myself but I’m going to do my best, alright?”
You nodded sweetly as she cleared her throat.
“Being here with you, under this moonlit sky and beside this mesmerizing sea, has made me realize something profound. It's not just the beauty of the scenery that has taken my breath away tonight. It's the way you make everything around you seem even more enchanting. Your presence, your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you're passionate about – it all brings a kind of magic to every moment we share."
You looked at her, your eyes shimmering with a mixture of surprise and emotion, and she continued, her voice steady with sincerity.
"I've treasured every moment we've spent together, each memory we've created. And in those moments, I've come to understand that what I feel for you is more than just a moment. It's a connection that goes beyond words, a bond that's been growing stronger with each shared smile, every heartfelt conversation, and every stolen glance."
Her glassy eyes found yours once again, the overwhelming feeling of pouring her heart out was a lot for her to take.
“I don’t know how you did it, but you made me fall for you, hard. Now I can’t imagine my days going by without seeing you or listening to your voice”.
A huge smile plastered on your face, almost ready for what was coming.
“Y/N,” she continued, a slight shade of pink adorning her cheeks, “I wanna be your girlfriend, officially. I want us to hold hands in the building and let everyone see we’re each others’. I don’t want to keep hiding and meeting like we’re sneaking off”.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you finally muttered. Your own eyes filled with tears realizing the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met was on the same page as you.
No more words were needed between you two. You had found each other forever.
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Part 4 (last part)
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Drunk in love
Synopsis: The girlfriend you've had for a few months had only showed but a little emotion to you. At first, you thought she asked you out as a joke until a little video was sent to you by one of her friends.
Warnings: A little make out session
Genre: Fan-fiction, fluff, gxg, non idol AU
Pairings: Hirai!Momo x Fem!Reader
A lonely night with just you sitting on a chair, looking out at the beautiful city view from the balcony as the peaceful wind howled. Your 6 months girlfriend, Momo had already left to celebrate her birthday with her friends. Though, you didn't mind since the awkward tension between the two of you had already dissolved the moment she walked out the door.
Ding!
Your eyes furrowed in confusion at the sudden text message that showed on your screen. The person from your contact name read 'Momoring'. You opened up the text message that she had sent, hesitating afterwards since you'd now just realize it was a video.
"Could it be.." You didn't wanna jump on the overthinking wagon but situations like this usually occurred when someone was cheating but after putting all your trust in Momo, you thought it was best to click on it.
It showed a recording of Momo sitting on the couch with a pillow on her hand, whining and mumbling about something and the only clear thing you heard was your name.
"Momo, say it again more clearly!" Nayeon, probably the one recording since you could figure out the evil laugh that she had let out whenever she'd scheme something evil against all her friends.
Momo shifted against the couch, eyes still closed yet she looked like she had enough energy to pull a prank against someone. Truthfully speaking, you had never seen this side of her. She always seemed to wear a stone cold mask that hid a precious smile behind, her friends have always told her that she had a horrible case of being an introvert but oh how bad did she want to show you the love and affection you deserved.
“Y/N.. please don’t go..” Momo began, arms flailing around as if she was on a spaceship. “I still haven’t gave you a ring pop to prove that this marriage was true!”
Though you were laughing at this newly found cutness of her, you couldn’t help but realize the little tone of embarassment she was hiding—Despite being drunk. Guess she still has the bits of pride that she would stubbornly never let go of.
Her friend group began laughing as Momo cried onto the pillow, mumbling more words against it as if it was you she was hugging. Nayeon, who had held Momo’s phone poorly while recording, adjusted it to face her in order to dramatically whisper a ‘you better thank me later’. Though you did feel bad for the older girl, you had let your mischievous thoughts take control of you and replayed that video for far too many times.
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After drinking a whole bottle of champagne, you were still surprisingly sober despite feeling a little woozy. The video Nayeon sent had stayed on your mind—rent-free and you weren't complaining. It had already passed an hour before Momo would come back like she would usually and the rain that had occurred 30 minutes ago was the only thing that worried you.
Yes, you were most definitely not ready to take care of a drunk Momo but an even more drunk and wetter Momo who could possibly have her chances of getting sick in the morning along with an headache felt like some sort of nightmare to you.
Ding dong
The door bell rang. You hurriedly ran to the door and made eye contact with your girlfriend who luckily had been carried by Jihyo, the only sober one in the party you assumed.
"Y/N! Thank god you're not asleep. I'm sorry about her being wet right now, I couldn't control her since I had been taking care of the others and when I found her, she was outside cursing the universe for her lack of physical touch and affection." Jihyo basically rapped.
You smiled, grabbing onto Momo who's mouth was now nuzzled against your neck. "It's fine, at least she wasn't hurt. Thanks for bringing her here Jihyo!"
Jihyo nodded with a smile, heading back to her own car. Probably a long night for her since she had to drop off the other girls to their own apartments. Though you didn't want to admit that you liked the idea of taking care of Momo, you had let out a giggle when she accidentally tickled you the moment she tried to adjust her head against your neck in order to find a comfortable position. You had been too close, too close to the point that you accidentally inhaled the foul smell that Momo gave after drinking too many beers.
Luck came around when you brought Momo at ease to the shared bed that you two never really shared since she got too flustered to the point that she would make excuses in order to sleep on the couch. As you were about to grab a warm towel to clean her after using a dry one in order to not get the bed wet, she grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed—using the rare opportunity to wrap her arms around you before nuzzling her nose against your neck.
"Momo let go, I need to grab a warm towel." You got ready to scold the older girl in order to clean her up and for making you wet.
You cursed to yourself for wrapping a towel around her in order to not get the bed wet but you should have known she was gonna pull something like this.
Momo sighed, feeling content at the feeling of finally getting to hold you. "Later."
You had finally realized that she had been faking the whole drunk thing the moment Jihyo gave her to you. After a whole 20 second of trying to escape her grasp and failing, you decided to stay still and enjoy the new feeling. That only lasted a few minutes when the exact foul smell came back, making you pinch your nose.
"Okay, yeah no. We will continue this if you decide to take a shower." You managed to softly kick Momo off the bed.
She pouted but nonetheless, still got up in order to shower. You stayed in the shared bed and closed your eyes, wanting to sleep after a long night of taking care of that big baby. You didn't hear anything, not even Momo getting out of the showering—you were absolutely too focused on the nice feeling of getting a rest along with the coldness that came from the air conditioner.
"Now you're hurting me, are you seriously trying to sleep without me? It is my birthday and we haven't done anything together.." Momo chuckled, drying her hair with a towel yet you didn't notice it due to the fact that your eyelids were shut closed.
You laughed, liking how it wasn't as awkward as it'd used to be when it was just the two of you. "Dunno, thought you'd sleep on the couch."
It was a bit quiet after you said that, you thought you had just hurt her feelings but what you didn't know was that Momo had already schemed an evil plan. She had jumped on the bed and made herself comfortable, you flew into the air for a bit before landing again—letting out a yelp.
Now that the two of you were laying down, you told Momo to get closer, eyes still closed. Despite finding the action cute, she got closer and you finally said what you had wanted to say the whole day.
"Tomorrow if you want.. we could go on a date to the zoo."
She smiled, liking the idea of finally getting the chance to spend time with you. Momo pulled you close to her and once again, wrapped her arms around you—almost as if it was a sign to let you know that she liked the idea of going on a date with you to the zoo.
"Doesn't that mean something else too?" Momo asked hopefully.
You opened your eyes and made eye contact with her. You raised your eyebrows, letting her know that you were confused and wanted her to continue.
She rolled her eyes jokingly and opened her mouth to finish what she had to say. "Birthday girl wants a kiss."
To say you were shock was an understatement, she definitely caught you by surprise and now you were turning red thanks to Momo.
Momo puckered her lips jokingly, making you roll your eyes but since you hadn't given her a proper birthday—you leaned in and kissed her in order to wipe the smug look she had on her face. This time, you had caught her by surprise and since you were the only one with your eyes closed, things changed when Momo leaned in too in order to gain more access to your lips.
It turned sweet for a bit until she bit your lips, making you open your mouth due to the little pain she gave and that was her opportunity to slide her tongue in. Surprisingly, it did get heated at that very moment—it went from a sweet birthday kiss to a make out session but none of you were complaining.
Later after few moments of hair tugging and saliva sharing, you pulled out first in order to gain oxygen and so did Momo who swore she could have lasted longer if you hadn't stopped the kiss. But again, she wasn't complaining.
"If I had known you were a little freak, I wouldn't have initiated that kiss!" Momo pouted but still managed to defend herself. "But you love me, plus I heard first kissed are a lot sweeter when tongue is involved."
You rolled your eyes at her dorky antics yet a smile was the only clear thing she could see in her point of view.
"No one says that but fine, whatever. Happy birthday, I can't believe this is the first time you've pulled like kind of stunt after being shy for months." You giggled at your own joke.
Momo smiled, running her hand thought your hair as if she was trying to caress it but failed miserably, making your hair a mess and you swore you saw a smirk form. "I guess it's the effect you have on me."
"Believe me, I would have initiated something like this if I knew that I would have managed to date a goddess like you." You were a bit flustered at her smooth flirting but acted like it didn't have a single effect on you.
"Also-" You flicked her on the forehead, now wanting to sleep after a long night of having to take care of a drunk and then a sober Momo.
"Sleep."
Momo did eventually listen and slept, arms wrapped around you with her nose nuzzled onto your neck—you guessed that this new habit of hers had occurred because she liked the vanilla scent you gave off. Without realizing, the two of you had fallen into a deep slumber with a smile on Momo’s face as she had finally did something romantic with her partner.
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Flashing Lights ft Momo, Mina
length: 13.9k words✦
Momo, Mina & Male Reader.
genres: threesome, anal, voyeur, hard sex, double blowjob, creampie, striptease, oral sex, facefuck, bi, double footjob, thighjob, daddy kink, titjob, dirty talk ✧
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Budapest was one of the most amazing and historically rich cities you have ever visited on your vacation, but the tourist spots had run out, and with that the possible activities were reduced to a very few, among them, the well-known nightlife of Budapest. the Hungarian capital.
You went from disco to disco, from pub to pub, and despite the fact that a couple of these places had resulted in a very gratifying experience for you, you were looking for something more, something that marked a before and after on that vacation trip. You were completely alone in the city, so you didn't really have a guide or someone to show you in detail all the possible places you could go, much less the ones that were most hidden from the public eye.
You had been your own tour guide for the entire week you were there, and you were determined to continue to be so even if it cost you to get into some dangerous place controlled by some random organized crime gang. That was how you embarked on a tedious search to find that place you wanted to find so much.
In order to do this, you had to get quite far from the city center. You had rented a car from the first day you arrived, so it was not difficult for you to move freely through those unknown yet charming streets. You drove for hours on a clear and silent Sunday night, turning corners and stopping at various alleyways to no avail.
Feeling defeated and with no desire to continue searching, you were already preparing to return to your hotel. Grim-faced and slumped-shouldered, you U-turned a corner, that's when you saw it at the end of a blind street, a glitzy, elegant establishment that immediately caught your eye. It wasn't too big, and it didn't seem to be too crowded either, judging by the number of cars that were parked on the curb.
From a distance you couldn't make out what was on the few but striking signs that adorned the front of the place, it was when you parked behind one of the nearby cars that you realized (with your poor eyesight) that the signs were neither written nor in Hungarian or English, but in Japanese. Now, that was a peculiar place. Your brain told you that the most logical thing was to turn around and go back where you came from, but your heart screamed that you risked discovering what was behind all of that, besides, in the worst case it was as easy as getting out of there and going back to your hotel... right?
You were completely unaware of what the hell it said in the signs, and you were lazy to take out your phone just to use Google Lens, you could perfectly well be getting into a human slaughterhouse and you weren't going to have a fucking idea until you had an electric saw on your neck. Even thinking about all that, you got out of your car confident and determined, heading to the mysterious establishment.
The windows were tinted jet black, and the door didn't give much information about what you were going to find inside, either, the only thing you knew was that the owners of the place had to be quite wealthy, since the facade was made of obviously expensive materials, dark varnished wood, you didn't know the type, and black marble with small golden veins that reminded of gold nuggets.
You didn't know if it was open or closed, in fact, you knocked a couple of times without getting a response from inside, but the signs were perfectly lit and you were listening to music inside, so you decided to stop by. Bad mistake, at first.
As soon as you entered, you entered a wide corridor with shiny marble walls, adorned on each side by traditional Japanese lamps that illuminated the space in purple, under your feet a black carpet stretched that led to the end of the corridor, which you noticed that there were stairs that led to a floor below.
As you walked down the hall to take the stairs the sound of the music got louder and louder, and the reverberation of the place made you realize how big it was and how deceptive it was from the outside. You went down one step at a time, somewhat fearful of what you would find when you got to the floor below, but when you did you couldn't be anything but speechless.
The place reminded you of a nightclub, but it certainly wasn't, it also reminded you of a kind of private club, with a large bar, pool tables, and darts, but nothing further from what it really was. There were Asian women in provocative outfits of all kinds, from super-tight latex bodies to more revealing outfits like sexy lingerie or straight underwear that left little to the imagination. Some were waitresses, others were in charge of the bar serving drinks, and others were in charge of giving dances and acting as escorts for visibly wealthy individuals.
Astonished as well as confused, you took a few steps forward without anyone noticing your presence yet. Not knowing quite what to do, you put your hands in your pockets to walk towards the bar and ask for something to drink, but a hand on your shoulder stopped you, which pulled you and made you turn around. You came face to face with a stocky Japanese gorilla with a very unfriendly face, dressed in a classy suit and with a prominent beard.
"What the hell are you doing here kid?! Huh?!" he asked in heavily accented English, grabbing your sweater with both hands. The music was pretty loud, but the man's screams still stunned you.
"Uhm… the door was open," you said innocently, knowing you could get your ass kicked for your insolence.
"Out there it says: 'ENTRY WITH PRIOR RESERVATION ONLY'!!" he shook you hard, and you began to realize that you had entered the wrong place, full of the wrong people, "and you look so fucking broke to pay for being here."
"Oh, so that's what the signs said, dammit," you sighed, "so why the hell don't you have a bouncer at the entrance?" you asked, not wanting to offend or cause a conflict, but the Japanese man didn't take it well, his eyes filled with fury, and he raised his fist to punch you, but was interrupted by a female voice.
"Takashi-kun! Tomeru!!" the woman behind you exclaimed, speaking in Japanese. The man immediately released you, bowing to the person you couldn't see.
"Momo-sama! Hontouni sumimasen!" you were smart enough to at least know that he was apologizing. You stepped aside, so you could finally see the woman. You were completely stunned by such beauty.
The woman was dressed in a sleeveless black jumpsuit, high heels and long gloves of the same color. Her wolf cut and her slightly damp hair fit perfectly with her beautiful face, sharp features and deadly gaze. Her bare shoulders were unbelievably sexy, and you didn't need to see much to realize how big her chest was.
"Ima sugu koko kara deteike!" she exclaimed again, standing next to you without even seeing you yet.
"Hai, okusama!" the man replied with his head still down, turning to walk away. You just saw everything, without understanding a damn what they were saying.
"Please excuse him, he takes her job too seriously," she said now in perfect English, turning to look at you.
"No problem," you said, smoothing your hoodie, "but my question was genuine, why don't you have anyone at the door?"
"Because no one ever got here by chance, and the people who do never get in," she crossed her arms, staring at you. You started to get nervous, "now tell me, what are you doing here?"
"I'm a tourist here in Budapest," you started, glancing at her in short intervals, "I've visited every possible tourist and night spot, and since I still have a few days left here, I went looking for something new," Momo laughed.
"Yeah, you did have to search quite a bit to get here then," she said with a smirk, looking you up and down, "I don't know if you're very brave or very stupid, if I hadn't been here Takashi would have given you the beating of your life."
"I was just curious, and I don't know fucking Japanese to figure out what it said outside."
"You do know that Google Lens exists, right?" She asked that just to reconfirm your stupidity, she didn't give you time to reply, "You know what? Normally I'd kick you out of here nicely, but you caught me in a good mood today, and you're pretty cute..." She took a discreet step towards ahead, closing the distance between you but not too much, "where are you from?"
"I'm from the UK, beautiful," you said, trying somehow to flirt with her. She nodded slowly, still looking into your eyes.
"Do you know how many men I've slapped for trying to flirt with me while I was out of their reach?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and pressing her tongue against the inside of her lips.
"I don't know, will I be one of those men?" You looked at her in greater detail, her sexy bare neck and shoulders mesmerizing you.
"Not for now..." she noticed how you looked at her since you weren't being discreet at all, "just don't be smart with me."
"I'm a good boy, don't worry," you smiled.
"Very well, good boy, why don't we go to my office?" your inner self screamed with joy at that moment, you went looking for copper and found gold.
"To your office?"
"I'm the founder of this place, Hirai Momo, my pleasure," she held out her hand, and you shook it in complete bewilderment, now that was a twist, "follow me."
You followed the Japanese woman from behind, taking the opportunity to take a better look at your surroundings. You could perfectly tell how successful and famous that place was among the people of power, wherever you looked you would find some luxurious object or some detail that made you realize the amount of money that flowed between pockets. The men passed for every possible race, not just Asian, but every one of them seemed to have enough money to buy a fancy house on a quiet weekend, you could tell by the quality of their suits, how shiny their watches were, or the type of drinks that were on the tables in front of them.
Momo took some stairs that led to an upper floor, where you entered a long corridor where the red lights were dim but bright enough for you to see the sway of her sexy hips as you walked behind her.
"This is all built underground?" you asked, as she stopped in front of a door.
"Yeah, it saves us a lot of potential inconvenience to the neighbors," Momo replied with her hand on the knob, "but it was fucking expensive."
She opened the door, and you entered a spacious room that was mostly lit by the dim ceiling lights and the light emanating from the massive aquarium Momo had embedded in the wall to the right. The first thing to enter were two long light gray sofas with a marble table in the middle, and in the background on the left, two individual sofas in front of the woman's long desk, with nothing more than a Mac and few decorations on. Floating above the desk, a rectangular ceiling lamp. And in the corners of the room, 4 plants of the same type. Finally, a big detail that caught your attention was the pole that was installed to the right of the desk, but you decided not to comment on it.
"Wow, you're doing well, aren't you?" you asked, looking at the aquarium to your right.
"Contacts are everything, you start with a small grain of sand and end up with the sahara desert right in front of your nose," Momo went down two steps and passed between the coffee table and the sofa, "would you like something to drink?"
"What do you offer, Miss Hirai?" you asked, watching her walk towards a pantry to the right of her desk. You walked down the same steps, standing there with your hands behind your back.
"Whatever you want, sweetness," she turned to look at you with a peek over her shoulder and then to the pantry, "Gin, Whiskey, Vodka, Red Wine, Rum, Cognac..."
"A red wine is perfect and it's the fastest to serve for you," you looked around, looking again at the pole and then at Momo, wondering what possible use she had for it, but the answer seemed more than obvious.
"How thoughtful," she said amused, "Le Lucere or Pinot Noir?"
"I'd love to know about wine, so I'll leave it up to you," you laughed.
"Le Lucere will be," she agreed, pulling out the sleek black bottle and two glasses for red wine, "my god, sit down, you make me nervous standing there," she said as she walked towards you.
"Sorry, I never do anything in someone else's place without permission," you sat down on the sofa to the left, and Momo immediately sat next to you, much closer than you expected.
"Same there," Momo said, placing the bottle and glasses in front of you, then opening a small bowl that was on the table and taking out a two-stroke corkscrew, "my mother always said that someone else's place was sacred and should be respected as such," she began to pull the cork out of the bottle, and you couldn't help but observe how attractive she looked.
"Wise woman, definitely."
"Yes she is," she nodded, concentrating on applying force to remove the cork, "I wonder how she would react if she found out that I get all my money from an adult club and not a wheat processing plant."
"That's a big difference, what if she finds out?" wanting to take a shot, you raised your left arm and brought it up to rest on the back of the sofa, just behind Momo's back. She didn't seem to notice at first.
"She won't, I have enough money to cover up my lies," she replied, finally pulling the cork out and setting it aside, then began pouring the wine into both glasses.
"How humble," you teased, taking the glass of wine as she held it out to you.
"I didn't work so hard to get where I am to be humble, honey, cheers," she raised her glass in a toast, and you clinked it.
"Cheers, beautiful," you both smiled, and took a sip of the wine at the same time.
"Tell me, what are your impressions of Budapest so far?" She leaned back and turned on her side to face you, deliberately pressing into your arm and crossing her legs.
"Wow, I mean... the city is beautiful, especially at night," you said, "the people are very warm and friendly, and I love the architecture."
"Any favorite place?" she asked, staring at you as she took another sip of her wine, you imitated her.
"It will sound very typical, but Buda Castle blew me away. Fisherman's Bastion is also beautiful."
"Oh yeah, this city is full of amazing places," she nodded, "did you come with any family or...?"
"I came alone," you took another small sip of the wine.
"That's weird…" she peered up at you, "usually guys like you bring their girlfriends on these trips."
"I don't have a girlfriend, and if I did I certainly wouldn't be trying to flirt with you," Momo laughed.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" she asked amused, "wow, I certainly hadn't noticed," you noted the clear sarcasm in her voice, "you'll have to do a better job of making that clear to me."
"And how could I possibly do that? I feel like if I try anything you'll kick my ass out of here."
"Well, you have two advantages: you already took the first step..." she placed her free hand on your arm and rubbed it slowly with her finger, "and you're too cute for me to want to reject your advances."
"Do you want me to get right to the point then?” You took another sip of your wine before setting it down on the coffee table.
"Yes, please, I'd love to know if you're worth it or not," unlike you, she drank the remaining wine in one gulp, then set the glass aside from yours.
"Alright, so let me tell you that you are fucking hot, beautiful and that your back and shoulders have me mesmerized," Momo looked a little surprised as you added things, but in the end she had a small mischievous smile on her face.
"So I'm fucking hot huh?" Momo made a short pause to slowly approach your face and raise part of her thigh over yours. Your sixth sense automatically kicked in, "Anything else to stand out about me, pretty boy?"
"First of all... can I even touch you?" you asked, your gaze alternating between her lips and her eyes.
"I don't know, try it and we'll see what happens," she murmured, shrugging her shoulders for a second, and then finished by bringing the rest of her leg up on top of yours.
"Well..." you placed your hand on her thigh, steadying it and pressing it against you, Momo smirked, "your legs are quite fleshy and toned, do you do gym?"
"Occasionally... keep going," she moved even closer to your face, now almost touching your lips.
"You also have lethal hips..." you said, raising your hand to her hip and then leaving it on her waist, "and some tits that at first glance already look delicious..." there you took your hand to one of her tits, giving it a gentle squeeze over her jumpsuit and causing Momo to bite her lip and stifle a moan.
"Fuck..." Momo responded by taking her hand directly to your cock and giving it a hard squeeze before straddling your lap, "you are such a fearless motherfucker, and I love that," Momo grabbed your face with both hands and suddenly smashed her lips against yours.
Stunned at first by your unexpectedly quick advances, Momo locked her thighs on either side of your hips, and took control of the kiss, directing it into a fiery exchange of saliva that heated the air in a matter of seconds. She let out little muffled moans against your lips, moving her hips very slowly back and forth, pressing into your growing bulge.
Coming out of your little trance, you finally took action on the matter and first took your hands to her waist, raising them slowly and ending up squeezing both of her tits firmly. Momo began to move with a little more intensity, and she separated from your lips to now dive into your neck, distributing little kisses and bites that made you gasp. Your hands now went to her ass, and you were met with a pair of firm, round buttocks which you also began to massage as she ground her hips against your bulge.
Things started to get wilder with each passing second, Momo was extremely turned on and you couldn't be anything but incredulous about your abilities to have managed to seduce a millionaire Japanese hottie. She reached inside your cargo pants and boxers and grabbed your hard cock, massaging it gently as she pecked your jaw. You kept grabbing her ass and every possible corner of her body.
"Can I suck your dick, pretty boy?" she asked in a whisper against your ear. You were about to agree, but then another presence disturbed your private moment.
"Momo-chan! Kore wa watashi no ude no naka de kay-" the girl who came in speaking Japanese to your right let out a small squeal of surprise seeing the two of you on the sofa, "Hontouni sumimasen!" she brought her hands to her eyes to cover them and curtsied.
Once again, you were blown away by another Japanese beauty. The girl was wearing a lilac feather coat, a small pink checked corset top, a short pink skirt, pink semi-transparent high stockings, and pink high heels. Her shiny straight black hair, her creamy perfect thighs, and her sexy abs left you speechless.
"Minari!" Momo squealed with a scowl, "What did I tell you about not knocking before coming in here?" Despite being upset and dissatisfied with the girl's presence, she didn't get off of you.
"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again..." she stood up again, you and she exchanged glances for a few long seconds, and then she saw Momo. Her English was quite excellent, practically like a native. Momo noticed the little exchange of glances between the two of you.
"Now that I think about it... your presence is quite timely, Mina-chan," Momo said, focusing her gaze back on you with a mischievous little smile on her face.
"Ah... that's good to know," Mina nodded, but then she frowned in confusion, "Why?"
"Do you have a client to attend to right now?" Momo asked.
"Īe," she denied, "I just finished a dance for one, I have the rest of the night free."
"You see, darling..." Momo caressed your shoulders with both hands, "Minari is one of my best workers, she's exclusive, expensive, and no one even has the right to touch her no matter how much money they drop..." she leaned forward to give you another short kiss, "Mina-chan, do you like him?" she asked Mina.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Mina intertwined her hands on her belly, staring at you from top to bottom, as much as Momo's body on you allowed her.
"Don't play dumb, Minari, does he seem cute to you? attractive? hot?" Momo pushed, extracting information from Mina.
"Well... he's certainly attractive," Mina agreed, "but no part of his body is visible to me to tell if he's hot or not..." she put a finger to her mouth to nibble on, after throwing that hint at Momo.
"Oh, sure," Momo nodded with a giggle, "well, do I have your permission, pretty boy?" Momo saw you.
"For what?"
"Show her your big hard cock..." she reached between your bodies and squeezed your cock through the cloth, "which by the way is about to go through your pants and mine."
"Only if she agrees," you nodded towards Mina, who was watching everything intently.
"Mina-chan, do you want to see our guest's cock?" as she was asking Mina the question, she grabbed your sweater and pulled it over your head to remove it, leaving you naked from the waist up.
"I..." Mina's cheeks slightly flushed after seeing your naked torso, "yes, I'd love to."
Momo wasted no time in getting down to business. She got off your lap and knelt on the floor between your legs. She brought both of her hands to the hem of your cargo pants, and looking straight into your eyes, she pulled them along with your boxers to your ankles with a single yank. Your erect, throbbing cock was released, and Momo gasped in amazement.
"Woah... Sugoi," Momo murmured with her eyes locked on your cock, she grabbed it with one hand and held it upright for Mina to see, "Well? What do you think?"
"Fuck... that cock is magnificent," Mina gaped, then bit her lip, "Are we going to fuck him?"
"You just do what you always do and then we'll see what happens," Momo wasn't looking at Mina, but at your cock, which she gave a slow lick from base to tip. You gasped.
"Should I start now?" Mina asked.
"No, come with me, I need to change my clothes," Momo said.
"Change your clothes? Will you do the thing?" Mina raised both eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh yeah honey," Momo stood up, "come on, you wait for us here pretty boy," she winked at you, and walked towards a door behind her desk.
Mina walked down the two steps and slowly walked right in front of you, staring at you and your cock with a sensual look before following Momo. You stood there alone, still unable to believe where the hell you got yourself and how incredibly lucky you were.
About 10 minutes passed when Mina came out of it again, now she had a remote control in her hand, which she used to change the light settings in the room. Now these have been changed to a combination of crimson and fuchsia flashing lights. You could still see Mina perfectly, but the lights on her added a more intimate and sexy touch to the atmosphere.
She put the remote down on Momo's desk, and then went to a sound system she had installed on the wall next to the pole. After a few seconds fiddling with things, the music finally began to play quite loud in the room, completely overlapping the music outside. The song played on the stereo was Hotline Bling. And at that moment Momo also left the room where she was, and you gasped.
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Momo came out taking slow, sexy steps with her eyes on you to the beat of the music. For the first time you got a glimpse of her incredibly hot body, short black corset that made her boobs show off, tight shorts that molded perfectly to her wide hips and glossy boots. Her legs were perfect, and the little you saw of her abdomen had you salivating in your mouth.
You didn't know who the hell to set your sights on, because while you were watching Momo get on the pole and start with basic and slow movements, Mina was walking towards you with the look of a predator. She finally stopped in front of you, and you had no choice but to focus all your attention on her.
Mina pushed the table back, making enough space for herself to start dancing to the rhythm of the song. You locked eyes the whole time, and the first thing she did was take her feather coat off of her, she tossed it aside, and she started moving her hips in the sexiest way you've ever seen a woman do. She turned after a few seconds, and focused on moving her butt for you, with her hands on her head to hold up her hair so you could see her neck and shoulders. She then leaned all the way down, giving you a glimpse of her sexy white thong under her skirt and shaking her ass to turn around again.
Turning around, Mina took in your erect, throbbing cock, she licked her lips, and while she made sure to enjoy herself as she danced, she removed the little top that covered her chest to free the pair of her small round tits. She was now only naked from the waist up, and that was enough to make you want to fuck the brains out of her.
Mina grinned from ear to ear, watching your cock twitch and your mouth part. She took a step forward, and leaned forward so that your faces were level, you felt her breath against yours, and unexpectedly she placed a peck on your lips before straddling your lap. Meanwhile, Momo was at the top of the pole, watching you closely, circling it and exposing her body from every possible angle.
"Hey, eyes on me," Mina said, grabbing your chin and making you see only her.
"Fuck, whatever you say cutie," you gasped placing your hands on her waist, feeling your cock press against her pussy over the fabric of her panties.
"Feel very fucking lucky..." Mina began to move on your lap with sensual movements to the rhythm of the music, her modest tits right in front of your face, "The only people who can touch me are myself and Momo-chan."
"Have you guys fucked already, then?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, at that moment the song changed to Stargazing by Travis Scott. You could tell these songs were from Mina's personal playlist for her dances.
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"Occasionally," she admitted, dancing on your cock with her hands on either side of your face, she leaned forward, pressing her bare chest against yours to give you another, longer peck, "but she's always busy just like me."
"That's a shame," you leaned in to kiss her again, and she returned your advances caressing your shoulders and then the sides of your torso, letting small gasps against your lips, "you have a body to die for."
"Enjoy it while you can then, because I think you're the first man to touch me in years," she smiled, and plunged back into your lips in a kiss that you didn't part from for a few seconds.
Your hands went to her tits, squeezing each one and caressing her small nipples with your thumbs. Mina pressed harder against your cock, grinding her hips back and forth as she kept up with the music. You left her tits for a moment, letting them squash against your chest so you could now grab her ass and give each butt cheek a hard squeeze.
"Mother of God, you have an amazing ass..." you murmured against her lips, feeling the soft flesh against your fingers, "that skirt hides it pretty well."
"Want to see that ass bounce on your cock, honey?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"I don't even know why you ask," you gave her one last kiss before she got off your lap and stood in front of you again.
Mina turned around again, this time to hike her skirt up to her waist and slowly lower her panties just inches from your face, exposing every inch of her ass, along with her butthole and her pretty wet pussy. When she threw the panties on the floor the famous change of beat of the song was present. Mina flexed her legs, put her hands on her knees and began to twerk just above your dick, not touching it at first.
"Spank me pretty boy," she said looking over her shoulder at you as she shook her ass hypnotically, now brushing your cock against her buttocks. You did so, giving her left buttock a strong spank to then take your cock, straighten it up and rub your tip between her folds. Mina stopped twerking, and biting her lip began to lower her ass slowly, impaling herself inch by inch on your hard cock.
"Oh what the f..." you pursed your lips and stifled a long moan, watching as your cock was engulfed in her warm, soft folds, and then her wonderful round ass resting against your pelvis.
"Oh my gosh…" Mina moaned as she felt how your cock caressed every corner of her pussy walls. The song changed at that moment, and the vibes changed completely, now it was Love Is a Bitch by Two Feet. Momo had been the architect of that change, you saw out of the corner of your eye how she returned to the pole, and having a more suitable music for her, she began to undress slowly and sensually to the rhythm of the music. You couldn't help but see her at all times despite the fact that Mina had started to move up and down on your shaft.
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Momo's body was the perfect definition of delicious in every possible way, she started taking off her corset, knowing without even looking at you that you were watching her. The black corset fell to the floor, and your cock throbbed inside Mina's pussy when Momo's two delicious melons were exposed, perfect size and pretty nipples. Her black shorts followed, and then her black lace panties. Momo's perfect and toned abdomen was exposed, as was her round ass, which had almost nothing to envy Mina's. She just kept her boots on, and with that, she got on the pole again to dance to the sensual music.
You focused your eyes back on what was happening on your lap. Mina was clinging to your knees with both hands, her pink skirt wrapped around her waist and her ass bouncing faster and faster against your cock, which completely disappeared between her buttocks with each of her movements.
"Twerk on that cock baby," you growled, biting your bottom lip, spanking her butt cheek then grabbing onto it with your hand. Mina immediately obeyed, and she began to shake her ass and move her hips now slowly, following the rhythm of the music for a few long seconds in which you almost ascended to the spiritual plane.
"Fuck, I didn't know how badly I needed a good cock inside me until now," Mina moaned, then went back to jumping on your cock and completely ignoring the music.
You gave Mina another spank, making her shriek and begin to continually crash into your pelvis. Your hands went to her waist, clinging tightly to it and tempted to pull at her gorgeous, shiny hair, but you didn't want to go too far with a girl who wasn't even planning on fucking you in the first place.
Mina's moans increased with the passing of the seconds, she had her nails dug into your thighs, and her buttocks jiggled like jelly thanks to the constant and aggressive crashes against your pelvis. She looked desperate for more pleasure, because of this, you leaned forward to grab her thighs and put her feet up on the sofa, each heel now on each side of your legs. Her hair (which had a delicious floral scent) fell over your face almost completely obstructing your vision, but you didn't mind that at all.
In this new position, Mina clung to the back of the sofa above your shoulders, and she began to jump on your cock again. This time you had access to her breasts, which you squeezed and massaged before pinching her nipples. Mina could only moan like crazy, frantically jumping on top of you and twisting her back.
She had been doing the hard work for a few minutes already, so you saw fit to take the helm now. You put your hands under Mina's thighs, gripping your fingers to them at the level where her pink stockings ended, made her stop, and you began to pump your hips quickly up and down, hammering Mina's dripping pussy.
Mina fell back, her back now against your chest and her head on your shoulder. She brought her right hand to the side of your face, rubbing her thumb over it and looking into your eyes between moans as you pumped your hips as fast as possible. You wrapped your arms around her slender body, hugging her and giving her all your warmth, then shared a torrid kiss with her.
"Oh shit baby don't you dare to fucking stop!" Mina squealed against your lips, her thighs trembling and her breathing extremely agitated, "I'm so so so sooooo close !!" Her lips met yours again, and you concentrated on pounding her pussy as hard as you could so that in a matter of seconds, Mina exploded with pleasure.
Her cries of pleasure were muffled against your lips, from which you did not want to separate for a second while she writhed on top of you and ground her hips against your cock, which was being squeezed by her throbbing pussy walls. You squeezed her breasts. hard, and she stuck out her tongue to swirl with yours between angelic moans.
"Can I cum inside?" you whispered against her lips as you pumped a little slower, and she bit your lower lip with a small smile.
"Fuck, you're bold aren't you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a somewhat tired look.
"Yes, I've been told that before," you gave her another kiss, and she clung to your face with both hands.
"Do it, but you better fill me right to the fucking bottom," she whispered, and you clung to her waist to resume your frantic pumping.
It didn't take you long to reach your orgasm too, it only took a few pounds against her extremely wet pussy for you to explode inside her between loud moans that you didn't bother to hide. Mina moaned with you, and rubbed your chin as you shot your load into her. You pumped slower, making sure that all your hot liquid filled her pussy very well, and after a few seconds, you slowly came out of her with a little 'pop'.
"Does that seem full enough to you, baby?" you asked with a small smile, while you felt some drops of your cum fall on your pubis.
"Actually yes, cutie," she reached a hand between her legs, and scooped up some of the cum that spilled from inside her pussy to bring it to her mouth as she looked into your eyes. She swallowed it all, and then she got off of you to sit off to the side, "Momo-chan, why don't you come help me clean up?"
Momo, who had stepped down from the pole and who had one hand between her legs with her gaze fixed on your cock, nodded immediately and approached you with slow steps of a hot model. She looked into your eyes, and you took the opportunity to get a close look at her statuesque naked body, especially her pretty and visibly wet pussy.
She didn't take her eyes off of you as she knelt on the ground in front of Mina, only as she dove right into her pussy, lapping up every drop of your cum and eating Mina's pussy in the process. Mina moaned, caressing Momo's hair as she wiped her clean.
"Damn, you sure are fucking delicious," Momo said, licking her lips and wiping her chin with the back of her hand, "but I need that cock in my pussy right now."
Momo stood up and straddled you quickly, bracing her thighs on either side of your hips and pressing her pussy against your lying cock, which soon began to return to its full hardness. From there Momo looked like an absolute goddess that you were willing to pray to every day of your life, her abdomen was perfect, creamy and toned, and her tits were without a doubt one of the most beautiful you have ever seen. That's how you let her know, taking your hands to her breasts to feel them, and they did feel like two soft cotton clouds, which barely fit in your hand.
"Her tits are amazing, aren't they?" Mina teased next to you, patting one of them gently to make it bounce, Momo giggled.
"I don't even know what to say… fuck," you gasped, putting your hands on her waist.
"You don't have to say anything, shut up and enjoy the best ride you'll ever have," Momo said, lifting her hips up and grabbing your cock to impale herself deep on it, "Fffffuck!" she moaned out loud, once your cock had disappeared inside her.
"I'm going to pass out thanks to you two, for God's sake," you moaned, closing your eyes for a moment and throwing your head back. Momo felt tighter, which was driving you completely crazy.
"Pass out once you cum inside me, pretty boy," Momo said leaning forward, pressing her big tits against your chest and grabbing your face to kiss you, as she began to move very slowly up and down, taking every inch your hard cock in and out of her tight pussy.
Your lips and Momo's became involved in a fierce battle that even involved your tongues, you muffled moans against each other, and you began to cover every inch of her body with your hands, feeling every muscle and every piece of skin from her back, to her shoulders, her legs and finally her ass, which moved sensually on top of you.
You squeezed both buttocks hard, and after a few seconds you separated from her lips to now attack the rest of her face with multiple wet kisses, going down her long neck, her shoulders and finally ending up on her wonderful tits, which you were incredibly happy to put them in your mouth, first the right one, taking as much as your mouth allowed and sucking it as if it were a delicacy, then sucking on her nipple and giving it quick licks that made Momo moan louder as she moved slightly faster on your cock.
Momo clung to your neck with both arms, one hand on your shoulder and the other on the nape of your neck, burying your face deeper against her tits, which you were eating like you hadn't even had breakfast that day. She seemed to love having her tits eaten like that, as she tangled her fingers in your hair and squeezed your cock even tighter with her pussy. Her hip movements increased in speed with each passing second, but she made sure not to lose even a bit of sensuality, in a perfect combination of rhythms that drove you both crazy.
You surrounded her body with your arms, and letting yourself be carried away by your carnal impulses, you began to pump your cock up and down, Momo stayed still, and let out a growl followed by a long moan while you pounded her pussy as fast as you could, which was already faster than she was moving. The sounds of your flesh crashing against hers overlapped with the music, which was now I Want Someone Badly by Jeff Buckley, and you muffled your moans against her soft mounds inside your mouth.
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Seeing how Momo's entire body bounced thanks to the pounds she was receiving from below was one of the most hypnotic experiences you'd ever had. You wished you could see how her buttocks jiggled, but you were content to see how Momo's heavy tits bounced.
"Fuck, you sure know how to move those hips honey," Mina said from one side of you, who just watched everything carefully.
"Holy shit yes! Of course he knows it!!" Momo yelled releasing everything she had been wanting to vocalize since a few minutes ago when you were destroying her pussy, "But I'll make him fucking cum myself."
Momo separated you from her tits and pushed you so that you supported your back flat on the back of the sofa, she also made you stop moving your hips, and planted both boots on each side of your hips to start crashing violently against your cock up and down, determined to nail you to the seat with such force that you were going to be split in two. You gasped for breath, squeezing her tits with both hands as she bounced back and forth.
"I won't last much longer..." you said under your breath, but Momo heard you thanks to a small moment of silence in the song.
"Then let's fucking cum together baby," she put her hands on your neck, smirking at you as she bit her bottom lip and bumped into your slightly sore pelvis.
It only took you a few crashes to reach your second orgasm of the night, you jokingly said you were going to pass out, but it wasn't so funny when this time you had such an explosion of pleasure that your vision blurred for a few seconds. Momo cummed seconds later, and she pushed down hard to rest her ass against your pelvis as you shot your entire thick load into her tight Japanese pussy. She moaned loudly, unconsciously cutting off your breath with her hands and moving very slowly now in sensual spasms.
"What the fuck whas that..." you said in a low voice, once Momo had let go of your neck and returned her knees to each side of your torso, letting herself fall forward and resting her head on your shoulder while you still inside her.
"I told you, the best ride you were going to have in your life," Momo murmured in your ear, and then she placed a little kiss on your neck. She slowly lifted her hips, pulling your cock out of her pussy so all the cum flowed free. Mina quickly got off the sofa, and she knelt between your legs to lick Momo's pussy, scooping up all your cum and swallowing it without hesitation. She also made sure that your cock was clean, not taking it to her mouth but licking every inch of it with great dedication, including your balls now emptied by two hot Japanese girls.
"You'll be back tomorrow, is that clear?" Mina said from behind you, then stood up and spanked Momo, "I'm sure there hasn't been a more delicious and incredible cock than yours, and we certainly won't waste it."
"I'll come back as long as the boss agrees," you said with a smile, resting the neck on the backrest and closing your eyes to relax.
"If it were up to me I would let you live in here and make you my sex toy," Momo said, hugging your torso with both arms, "so that's a yes," she laughed.
After about 10 minutes the three of you returned to normality, Momo and Mina were already fully dressed and like new just like you, and they accompanied you to the exit to say goodbye with a kiss on the cheek each. You drove back to your hotel with a big smile on your face, proud of yourself and your patience for having waited so long for that damn place that marked a before and after on that trip.
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When you arrived the next night Mina was already waiting for you just downstairs, tonight she was wearing a different outfit, as expected. This time she was wearing extremely short jean shorts with no safety pants underneath, a cropped white T-shirt, and thigh-high fuchsia heeled boots. Her hair was also different, this time she had four braids on each side of her head, adorned with small jewels that you assumed were diamonds.
"Hello there, pretty boy," she said, leaning against the wall, looking you up and down.
"Oh, what a nice surprise," you said with a smile, offering her your hand to take hers and place a little kiss on it.
"Let's go inside, Momo-chan is waiting for us," she pushed herself away from the wall and hugged your arm for you to walk with her into Momo's office.
In there everything was in the same arrangement as the night before, same lights, and same erotic atmosphere. Momo was waiting for you sitting on the sofa opposite the one you were on last night, cross-legged and wearing an outfit almost as hot as the one she wore yesterday during the pole. She was wearing a loose-fitting, open white chiffon blouse, tight shorts and a black leather top, and black velvet high-heeled boots that were slightly shorter than Mina's.
"Just in time, sweetie," Momo said looking at you with a small smile, "I was starting to get a little horny with the sexual flashbacks," as you and Mina got closer, you noticed the peculiarity that this time the coffee table was completely empty. except for one thing: a bottle of lube.
"I see you prepared for this occasion huh?" you asked amused, pointing to the lube with your chin.
"I just want to do a little experiment today, if that's okay with you," she stood up and walked slowly to stand in front of you, Mina behind you.
"I can imagine where the shots go..." Mina grabbed you by the waist, you turned over your shoulder, meeting her face to give her a small kiss on the lips and then place your hands on Momo's waist, bring her closer to you and press Momo's tits against your chest, "so yeah, I'm in."
Momo put her hands on your shoulders and leaned forward to meet your lips with hers. This time there was no foreplay of any kind, and the atmosphere heated up very quickly in a very short time, you and Momo shared a wild and indelicate kiss, while Mina behind you kissed your neck and put a hand inside your pants to grab your cock, squeeze it and then start massaging it.
Your hands ran through Momo's body, caressing her slender legs and then squeezing her ass to start undressing her completely, making sure to leave only her blouse and black boots on her. Mina did the same with you, taking off your hoodie and your pants until you were only in your boxers, you took off your shoes, and immediately afterwards, Momo herself took charge of lowering your boxers to your ankles, releasing your cock ready for the Japanese hotties .
"Only you are missing," Momo said to Mina, who was still fully dressed. You turned around, and you both began to undress Mina while each of you kissed one side of her neck. Momo took off her top and bra, and you took off her jean shorts and pink panties, leaving her completely naked except for her boots.
"Momo-chan..." she gasped, while Momo played with her pussy with her fingers and you kissed her tits, "I want to suck his cock."
"We want to," Momo corrected her with a smirk, grabbing your cock and giving it a couple of slow strokes. Mina also added her hand on your balls, massaging them very delicately, "go sit down pretty boy."
"At your command boss," you nodded, going to sit on the sofa where Momo was sitting before.
Both naked beauties walked side by side to stand in front of you, they stared at you for a few seconds, and then they faced each other to share a hot kiss that made your cock throb. They touched each other, Momo played continuously with Mina's ass, and Mina played with Momo's tits, all this while they knew that all your attention was on them.
After a few seconds in which they both separated in search of breath, they knelt between your legs, Mina on the left and Momo on the right. Mina started by giving you little kisses on your inner thigh, and Momo grabbed your cock with one hand to start spreading little kisses from your balls to your tip. After a few seconds, they switched roles, Momo kissing your thigh and balls while Mina kissed and licked your shaft and tip.
A chill ran down your spine when you felt the hot breath of both girls against your crotch, Mina and Momo smiled, and both now concentrated on sucking and licking your balls. You gasped, and leaned both arms on the back of the sofa while both mouths left your balls well salivated, while Momo's hand gave slow strokes to your cock.
"Do you want to go first, Minari?" asked Momo, giving a kiss to the tip of your cock.
Mina didn't even answer, she just took your cock with one hand and brought it right into her mouth, making you moan and frown. She began sucking on your tip slowly, swirling her tongue around it as she moved her hand up and down. Momo just limited herself to watching with desire as Mina looked into your eyes as her mouth went down your shaft more and more.
Mina's mouth reached a little more than half of your cock, she placed her hands on your thighs, and between subtle beautiful moans she began to move her head up and down, sucking your cock so well that it made you shudder and moan. Momo smiled at your reactions, and she began to kiss Mina on the shoulder while she was concentrating on giving you a slow and sensual blowjob but also with a lot of saliva.
"Fuck," Mina gasped taking a breath as she pulled you out of her mouth, little strings of saliva between your tip and hers lips, "Momo-chan, your turn,"
Momo took you directly into her mouth with a deepthroat that took both you and Mina by surprise. You growled, feeling the tip of your cock touch Momo's throat for a few long and torturous seconds as her saliva spilled out the corners of her mouth. When she pulled you out of her mouth for air, she didn't give herself even five seconds of rest before diving back into your cock, this time to give you a frantic, messy blowjob.
While Momo slurped like crazy on your cock, Mina straightened up a little to be able to reach you and join her lips with yours, you moaned against her lips, and she caressed your chest with her hand affectionately. After a few seconds, Mina knelt down next to Momo again and focused on sucking her balls, slowly rising until she met Momo's mouth going up and down.
In a sudden coordinated attack, Momo slowed the pumps of her head so Mina could join her tongue on the back of your shaft, running up and down over your drenched cock. Momo took you out of her mouth, and found Mina on your tip to share a torrid and sloppy kiss with your cock in between, using their tongues too to make you feel like you're in heaven.
"Holy fucking shit!" you growled, bringing a hand to your mouth as Momo and Mina feasted on your cock.
Mina took you into her mouth once more, and sucked on your cock for a few more long seconds until Momo finally stood up, grabbing the bottle of lube from the table behind her.
"Okay, enough," Momo ordered, breathing hard and her face red with pleasure, "you're going to fuck my ass, right now."
"And then mine," Mina said, "you better do a good job, I fucking love anal."
"Oh you do?" you asked, biting your lip and giving her a little spank to her bare ass, Mina smiled.
"Fuck yes I do daddy," she said in an extremely sexy voice that made you gasp.
"Come here right now, boy," said Momo, who was lying on her back on the opposite sofa, her head resting on one of the bracers and her legs wide open.
You stood up and went with her, who handed you the bottle of lubricant so that you could do what you wanted with it. Having the green light with her, you opened the bottle and the first thing you did was pour a little on each tit, to leave them very slippery and shiny. Momo smiled, and played with her own tits spreading the lube, while you now poured it over your cock and her butthole.
"Come on, put it in daddy," Mina murmured in a seductive tone, who had joined you on the couch. She was kneeling behind you, her face to the side of yours.
You took your cock in one hand and brought it to Momo's butthole, applying just a little pressure so that it began to be swallowed up by her incredibly tight walls. Your shaft slid all the way in in less than a minute, and both you and Momo moaned in pure ecstasy at the pleasurable sensation.
"That dick is stretching me out so fucking good! Fuck!" Momo squealed as your cock rested deep in her ass. You held onto both of her creamy thighs, pressing them back and beginning to slowly rock your hips back and forth, making sure every inch of your cock entered and exited inside her.
"Fuck..." Mina moaned in your ear, "that looks delicious daddy, pound that ass hard."
Momo's tits began to bounce faster and harder as you increased the speed, and with it increased even more Momo's loud and high-pitched moans, which were like music to your ears as you pounded her ass. with every inch of your cock.
"Holy fucking shit..." Momo gasped under her breath, being shaken like a rag doll by your cock, "Holy fucking shit that feels so fucking good!!" she shrieked, arching her back and then biting down hard on her lip.
"Choke her, she loves that," Mina muttered with a giggle, watching you turn Momo into a complete mess.
You complied with Mina, bringing your right hand to her attractive neck and applying considerable pressure with your fingers around it. Momo tightened her ass around your cock, and her mouth gaped as she had her breath cut off thanks to your hand. Mina was right, she absolutely loved it, her brow furrowed, and her cheeks turned red.
Her oily tits looked too hot while bouncing to not give them their proper attention, so you brought your free hand directly to one of them, squeezing and holding onto it as you pressed hard on her neck. A small bead of sweat trickled down your temple from the constant shaking. You gave the tit you were squeezing a hard slap that made Momo growl, who closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"Oh she's so fucking close.." Mina said, giving you little kisses on your neck as you pumped against Momo's ass, "don't stop daddy…"
You gave Momo another slap on the other tit, which now had a small red mark thanks to your hand, and then you brought your other hand to her neck to lean on it and hit her ass as fast and hard as possible as you could. It was a matter of seconds for Momo to explode.
It took a lot of effort to keep her still on the sofa without knocking you both to the floor, her spasms were so strong that you had to forcefully hold her with your whole body. You let go of her neck, to now immerse yourself in it with little kisses and bites, Momo was finally able to scream as much as she wanted, sailing through her intense orgasm.
From that position, Momo wrapped both legs around your torso, enclosing you between her thighs so that you could continue pumping in and out of her ass.
"Fill my fucking ass with that hot load..." she murmured, biting down hard on her bottom lip and wrapping her arms around your neck to kiss you.
Not more than a minute passed after that order when you felt the tingle going down your abdomen, and after a few more thrusts you began to shoot all your seed into Hirai Momo's ass. She let out a long moan of satisfaction, feeling how you filled her with thick hot liquid. You slowed down considerably, giving her a few more thrusts before standing back up and slowly pulling out of her ass, letting your cum immediately spill onto the couch.
"Okay, my turn daddy," Mina gently bit your ear, and pulled you off the couch with her.
"Fuck, you're not patient at all, are you?" Momo asked, still out of breath. She brought two fingers to her own ass and scooped up a large amount of your cum to take straight to her oiled tits, adding to the glistening coating of fluids.
"Not after he fucked you this good," Mina replied, getting to her knees and hands on the cold floor, you picked up the bottle of lube and knelt behind her.
"How much do you like anal?" you asked Mina, seeing her round and perfect ass below you, to start pouring lube on her bottom and then on her butthole.
"Every day when I get home I fuck my ass with a 7 inch dildo," she said bluntly, "does that answer your question?" she asked back as you smeared the lube over her creamy buttocks.
"I hope I'm as good as that dildo then," you chuckled.
"We'll see about that," she looked over her shoulder at you, shaking her ass slightly, "now put that dick in there daddy," she asked, biting her lip.
"You calling someone daddy?" Momo asked from the sofa with a mocking smile, legs crossed as she looked at you, "this is historic."
You didn't give Mina time to respond, you positioned the tip of your cock in her butthole, and a single slow thrust was enough to easily slide right to the bottom of her ass. Your cock disappeared between her gorgeous ass, and you two moaned out loud. Her butthole felt differentially better than Momo's, but clearly you weren't going to express that out loud, you simply dedicated yourself to enjoying it in complete silence.
"Oh shit!" Mina whimpered, dropping her head and resting her cheek against the floor, "feels just like my dildo!"
"Are you sure about that?" you started moving slowly, making sure she felt the full thickness of your cock stretching her butthole and making an outrageously hot scene.
"It feels better that my fucking dildo, fuck!" She covered her mouth with one hand as she scrunched up her face in pleasure, and you gave her a hard spank to her right buttock to make her squeal.
"That was just what I wanted to hear," you bit your lip, grabbing onto Mina's waist with both hands and beginning to pound her ass slowly but hard, making her bubble butt jiggle and shake with the rest of her body.
"To think that Takashi was about to kill him," Momo giggled as the two of you were in your own bubble.
You gave Mina another spank, harder and spicier, and then you started moving exponentially faster and faster, soon your cock was hammering into her ass at a high enough intensity level to make her start screaming and biting her knuckles. Mina's ass crashed hypnotically against your pelvis, and you couldn't help but hold on to her buttocks with both hands as you began to hammer with all your might.
"Ffuuuck!!" Mina whimpered with her hands planted on the ground, desperately searching for something to hold on to, "just like that daddy, give it to me daddy!!"
Prisoner of your deepest carnal instincts, you dared to do what you wanted to do so much yesterday. You took Mina's braids with both hands, and giving a strong pull back, you made her slightly arch her back with a torn cry of pleasure. You wrapped a small part of her braids around your hands, and with that you continued to fuck her perfect ass with all your might.
The sound of your bodies colliding took over the entire acoustic space of the office, even echoing off the walls and making the experience even hotter than it already was. You didn't want to let go of her braids even remotely, that way her back looked fucking sexy as did her ass, and if all that wasn't enough, her fuchsia boots also added a perfect touch to the equation.
"Cum all over this cock baby, come on!" you growled, pumping at full speed in and out of her slippery ass, "Cum and you'll have this fucking load as deep in you as you want."
"Yes daddy!!" Mina squealed, and you undid one of her braids so she could turn around and you could see the reddened, twisted face of hers, "Please give me your whole fucking load! FUCK!!" She growled from deep within her, and then clenched her ass in anticipation of what would be her orgasm.
Mina reached her peak of ecstasy in a violent and intense way, she pushed her ass back, preventing you from moving for a moment while her body shook like crazy between strong spasms and squeals of pleasure. Seconds later, even through her orgasm, Mina started fucking herself against your cock.
"That's it baby, drain daddy's balls very well," you gasped pursing your lips, letting Mina's ass bounce over and over against your cock until you felt your orgasm close, that's when you took control again.
You clung to Mina's waist again, and a few frantic pumps were enough for one last strong thrust forward, you will begin to shoot thick strips of cum inside Mina's perfect ass, who smiled seductively, looking back at your cock buried between her buttocks.
"Oh god daddy… you're filling me up sooo fucking good," Mina moaned under her breath, taking control once more and rocking her ass against your cock as you let the last drops of cum inside her.
At that moment, several loud knocks were heard on the office door that made all three of you jump.
"Momo-sama! Koko ni anata no sonzai ga hitsuyo desu!" said a voice familiar to you from behind the door.
"Fuck, Takashi really is the man of opportune moments," Momo said sarcastically rolling her eyes, “Sugu ni ikimasu!”
"Aw... you have to go, sweetie," Mina wailed, and you pulled your cock out of her ass still with a racing heart and heavy breathing, "an important client is coming, surely I should go too."
"No problem," you assured, massaging her buttocks and squeezing them one last time as you watched your cum spill from her butthole to the floor with a grin.
"Come back tomorrow, okay?" she said, kneeling up so she could breathe properly, "we're not done with you yet."
"No?" you asked, standing up and looking for all your clothes.
"Absolutely not," she denied, scrambling to her feet, "we still have you to thank for being such a good boy to us these two days," she smiled.
"Very good, very good," you nodded with a smile, "do you need help?"
"Actually yes, but come with me to the bathroom, we'll clean the three of us together," she approached you and grabbed your hand, leading you and Momo to the bathroom.
You, Mina and Momo were in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, washing your bodies and removing all kinds of bodily fluids from them before going outside. The two of them didn't have time to say goodbye to you that day, but you went back to your hotel happy knowing that the next day would probably be the best of all.
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The next night there was no one waiting for you just downstairs, the only one who stood out among all the girls and customers was Takashi, who just waved you in the direction of Momo's office. You bowed respectfully by way of thanks, and he bowed back as you walked past him.
When you entered Momo's office, apparently the fun had already started without you. Momo and Mina were on one of the sofas, both completely naked and sharing a torrid kiss. Mina was on top of Momo, with a thigh between her legs rubbing against her pussy, and both sets of tits pressing against each other. You cleared your throat to get their attention.
"Am I interrupting something, ladies?" you asked with your hands in your pants pockets. They broke the kiss, and turned to see you with an excited smile.
"We were waiting for you, honey," Momo said, winking at you, her hands on Mina's waist.
"I got horny and couldn't help but eat her pussy," Mina admitted with a giggle and biting her lip, "sorry daddy."
You went down the two steps, and stood a meter from them.
"How about you come here and help me?" you asked, and they stood up to go with you.
They both stopped in front of you, and the one who took the lead to kiss you was Mina, who took you by the face and crashed her lips against yours in a kiss that little by little became more and more intense. Momo got down to business with Mina, removing absolutely every possible garment from your body until the three of you were completely naked.
Momo was the next to kiss you, and while you were in a wild exchange of saliva you started to touch both of them, your right hand on Momo's sweaty tits and your left hand squeezing Mina's ass, while both of them had their hands on your now completely hard cock.
You tried to take your hands to her pussies, but Momo stopped you.
"Uh-uh, this isn't about us, honey," she shook her head, moving her hand slowly over your cock, "you'll be the only one tonight."
"Are you serious?" you asked, and they just nodded, little smiles on their faces.
"Of course we are, now sit there, you'll like this," Momo stepped aside and pointed to the sofa, you went to sit down, attentive to the Japanese's next move.
Mina went to sit right next to you, and she began to give you little kisses on the neck while she caressed your chest with her hand. Momo took out another bottle of lubricant, exactly the same as last night but completely new. She stood in front of you, and while she looked you in the eyes, she began to pour large amounts of lubricant directly on her tits, you were mesmerized, watching as she then spread it until she left her like two shining pearls.
"Ready to get completely drained tonight, daddy?" Mina whispered in your ear, while Momo knelt between your legs and took your cock to put it between her breasts.
"Fuck, I'm more than ready," you gasped, watching as Momo pressed her tits together around your cock, you automatically felt like heaven, and closed your eyes with your mouth parted as Momo began to move her chest up and down, making a meat sandwich with your throbbing cock as the filling.
You locked gazes with Momo as her lubricated tits did wonders for your cock, which she made completely disappear between her mounds with each pump, only the tip being visible each time she moved up. She smiled, moving her chest a little faster, making you moan and cling your fingers to Mina's thigh, who kept kissing your neck and now your clavicle.
You took Mina from her face and made her look up to crash your lips against hers and drown your moans in the middle of a kiss that she was happy to reciprocate. Momo, meanwhile, was now moving frantically up and down, using her tits as the perfect sex toy.
"Do these big tits feel good around your cock, pretty boy?" she asked even knowing that she wasn't going to receive an answer since you were submerged in a torrid kiss with Mina, but that didn't matter to her, it only increased her desire to make you feel even better.
"Make sure you don't cum on her tits, daddy," Mina murmured against your lips, "she and I agreed that I would have your first load."
"Let him have fun with my tits for a few more seconds, Minari," Momo said, tightening her grip on her own tits so she could press them harder around your cock, "I'm sure he's enjoying it, isn't he?"
"Fuck of course I do," you moaned, throwing your head back with a ragged breath.
It took about a minute for Momo to release you, finishing with a big spit on your dick and taking it to her mouth to suck it for a few seconds and then stand up.
"It's your turn, Minari, finish it," Momo smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and shaking her tits from side to side for you.
"With pleasure," Mina said, "lie down daddy, please."
You nodded and lay down on the sofa, resting your head on the armband while Mina was kneeling between your legs. She stood up for a moment, picking up the bottle of lube and pouring the thick liquid directly onto her thighs. You already knew what was coming.
When Mina's thighs were slippery and shiny she put the bottle of lube down on the coffee table and climbed on top of you. She pressed her chest against yours, and reached behind her with one of her hands to take your cock and put it right between her thighs.
Her creamy smooth thighs tightened around your cock, and you moaned loudly as Mina began to rock her hips up and down, fucking your precum-soaked cock with her thighs slowly at first. She looked into your eyes, your vision obstructed by her hair, which fell free over the sides of your faces; she smiled seeing your face twisted with pleasure, and cradled each side of it with her hands to give you an affectionate kiss.
You couldn't stop moaning in the middle of the kiss, prisoner of the immense pleasure you felt from having your cock fucked by a pair of perfect legs. She caressed your cheeks with her thumbs, and after a few seconds of leisurely rhythm, she began to move her hips faster and faster, which she knew how to do more than well.
"Oh my fucking god Mina," you gasped under your breath against her lips, but she kept kissing you, "it feels so fucking good, I'm so close."
"Good to know, pretty boy," she murmured now pecking your cheek and chin, "Cum all over my perfect thighs."
Mina concentrated on moving her hips as perfectly and precisely as she could, stimulating every part of your cock with her thighs until when you least expected it, you erupted incredibly hard. You shot your entire thick load between loud moans, which you were sure had not only landed on her thighs, but her buttocks as well. You squirmed under Mina, since she hadn't stopped moving for a single second while you came, which caused a slight overstimulation that you certainly didn't complain about.
"Mother of God," Momo said in surprise from somewhere to your left, "I've never seen so much cum come out of a cock."
"I agree," Mina agreed with a proud little smile on her face, "I feel all my thighs and ass warm."
"Let me help you, cutie," Momo said, and as Mina turned to face her, brushing her hair out of your face, you could see Momo kneeling down to one side of you to begin cleaning Mina's thighs and buttocks clean. She had swallowed every single drop of your load.
"Now it's Momo's turn, darling," Mina whispered in your ear, "destroy her mouth and that pretty makeup."
Mina got off of you, and went to sit on the opposite sofa to rest a bit, leaving you alone with Momo, who was looking at you from top to bottom biting her lip.
"Can you get up, pretty boy?" she asked teasingly, "you look like something out of Project X."
"As long as it's to fuck your mouth and leave you in a mess," you replied boldly, a small smirk on your face.
"Oh, you're looking forward to it aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow, "Come here and test me then, honey."
Momo left the sofa space and knelt on the floor, quite close to the place where you had fucked Mina's ass last night. You stood up, and went to stand right in front of her with your cock all drenched in fluid floating over her beautiful face.
"Don't spare her, daddy," said Mina to your left, leaning back on one of the sofas as she watched you, "that bitch doesn't deserve it."
Momo only saw you anxiously, licking her lips and waiting for you to bring your cock just a little closer to her mouth. So you did, taking your shaft with one hand and taking it inside her mouth so that she would clean it completely between sucks and licks. When your cock was completely hard and clean again, you stopped her.
"Stay still, hands behind your back," you ordered Momo, and she immediately obeyed her command, bringing her hands behind her back to then open her mouth wide and fully stick out her tongue. her for you
"My goodness, what a submissive," Mina teased, and you swiped the tip of your cock against Momo's tongue a few times, before placing a hand on the back of her neck and sliding your cock into her mouth.
You knew about Momo's ability to support a cock deep in her throat, so you didn't hesitate for a second to fill her entire mouth with your length in the first thrust. Momo's nose rested against your pubis, and you left it there for a few seconds in which you had your mouth ajar to let out a gasp. You placed your hands on either side of her head, and soon began to slowly move your hips back and forth.
You kept the pace slow and steady for just under thirty seconds, just letting Momo warm up for what was about to come. You continued to cling to the sides of her head, and with your feet firmly planted on the floor, you began to move your hips faster and faster, fucking her impassive throat between moans that increased in volume with the passing of the seconds.
It wasn't long before your cock started to get soaked with Momo's saliva, which was starting to spill out of her mouth and onto her perfect tits. Momo had no problem having her throat hit at that speed, but you were doing it so hard and fast that even she started making soft gagging sounds.
You took one hand from her head to flex a bit and give one of her tits a hard slap, intending to make Momo moan around your cock and send vibrations all the way down your shaft. Meanwhile, you used your other hand to grab a handful of Momo's raven hair and use it as a grip to move her head in conjunction with your hips to reach just a few inches deeper into her throat.
Your goal of leaving her a mess was beginning to be fulfilled, saliva was spilling everywhere and falling everywhere, and Momo's makeup began to run in the form of small black drops that ran down her cheeks along with her tears. You caught eyes with Mina, and she gave you a mischievous smile of approval.
"Give that bitch your load daddy, use her like a pathetic cum dump!" Mina encouraged you from the sofa, and you slapped Momo's tit again while you grabbed onto her hair with such force that you felt like you could rip her scalp off.
It didn't take more than a minute when the blood began to pump rapidly towards your cock. You didn't think about it at all before you did it, and you certainly didn't realize it, but instead of slapping her tit, you slapped her cheek hard (so hard that her skin was completely red). Luckily she loved that, so she moaned even louder around your cock, and that was enough for you to explode inside her mouth.
You pursed your lips and growled, pushing your cock deep down her throat to shoot the first drops of your load in there, then slowly moving your hips and starting to squirt all of your seed into her mouth. Momo's tears kept running down her cheeks, as she did her best job swallowing every drop of your cum, but still letting some spill out of her mouth and onto her tits.
You finally came out of her mouth, and Momo took a gigantic gulp of air, coughing over and over again with her gasping breath, her mouth and chin soaked in fluids and her makeup completely ruined.
"Fuck, you were serious about destroying me, right?" asked Momo looking up at you.
"Your little friend helped with it," you said, also gasping for breath as you looked at Mina,
"I'll take care of that little slut later," Momo said with a sigh.
"Aha, are you ready for our final little game or not?" Mina asked Momo.
"I am, but our boy needs to rest for a moment, don't be an anxious bitch," Momo said standing up and grabbing your face hard to give you a deep kiss. You took advantage of the moment to massage her tits, and give her a small spank on her buttock.
After that you three rested for about 10 minutes, just making out and playing with each other's bodies until you felt able to take one more round again.
"Okay, I'm ready girls," you said, sitting on the couch with each next to you, Momo on your left and Mina on your right.
"Well, I certainly don't think you are, honey," Momo said amused as she exchanged glances with Mina, who nodded and reached for the bottle of lube to sit facing Momo, feet on your thighs. Momo imitated her, and to your surprise, they started pouring lubricant on their pretty feet.
"Oh shit..." you whispered, watching both pairs of feet turn pearly shiny and slippery. Mina then poured lube over your cock, using her hand to spread it well over your length and over your balls as well.
"Ready?" Mina asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," you admitted, relaxing with your back against the headrest, and they both laughed before taking their positions.
They both leaned back a bit, so that they could slightly extend their legs and start working with their feet on your cock, and you didn't know how badly you needed to experience something like that until you felt their toes move along your entire length. You let out a long, deep moan, raising both arms behind your back as Mina and Momo gave you an amazing double footjob.
"He's enjoying it…" Momo said proudly, using one of her feet to stimulate your balls as well, while the other moved up the side of your cock. Mina had taken the other side with one of her feet, and her other foot stimulated your tip.
"Fuck yeah..." Mina nodded, biting her lower lip, working her feet all over your cock as if she had done it a million times before.
You were overwhelmed by such an incredible sensation, the two coordinated to stimulate different corners of your cock with their toes, the main focus of attention being your tip, on which all the slippery fingers swirled and made you squirm in your seat.
You considered yourself a man with a strong and resistant psyche, but faced with such a sensation there was not a single man on the face of the earth who could be strong enough to be able to endure it for much longer.
You clenched your fists tightly, and began to breathe heavily with your mouth half open. Momo and Mina noticed your obvious arousal, and they used both their feet to give you a perfect and fast footjob that made you moan even louder. You couldn't take it much longer, it only took a few more movements of her feet around your cock for you to explode as hard as the first time.
Your cum flew everywhere at first, but then it started flowing like a strong waterfall to fall on both pairs of feet, completely staining each of their toes as they moved their feet now slowly, making sure to milk you the best they could. .
"Fuck yeah baby..." Momo gasped, "you came almost as much as when you painted Mina's ass."
"Did you enjoy it daddy?" Mina asked, "my princess feet did the best they could."
"I don't even know what to tell you... mother of god," you gasped, utterly exhausted and with your soul nearly ripped from your body.
"Your cock speaks for itself, you don't have to say anything," Momo and Mina set about cleaning your cock, each taking a side and taking turns bringing your cock into their mouths one last time until they cleaned you again.
"We're going to miss you around here daddy..." Mina said a bit sad, remembering that you were a foreigner and that you were only there on vacation. You will be back in the UK soon.
"I'll be back, Minari," you assured, using her pet name, "rest assured I'll be back..."
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fight night
hirai momo x f!reader
synopsis: momo makes sure you hit the canvas, and the bed.
warnings: strap-ons ; breeding kink mentioned ; just dirty, filthy, disgusting smut >:)
a/n: started writing this at around 10 am btw
“i want another round! let’s go for another round!”
despite how enthusiastic it sounded, it certainly won’t be the last time you hear that sentence tonight.
“momo,” you call out to her from the opposite corner of the ring, raking your hand through your slicked hair, muddled with all of the sweat procured from the intense sparring session you just went with her just now, “i thought i told you that i was only gonna do four rounds with you tonight.”
she tosses her headgear into the middle of the ring, a glove at her side with the wrist-wrapped hand sliding across the divot in her abs. “just one more bout, we’ll do a minute this time since it’s already late.”
watching your girlfriend move up the ranks in her weight class for the boxing division that she was competing for, in the slightest, was probably one of the most frightening experiences momo has put you through since the start of the relationship with her.
that being said, momo is, and always will be, a fighter - there’s even times where nothing else matters if she gets beat down to the ground by someone else because fighting is the only thing she knows how to do. she’ll get up, and keep going - to no end, even if her body is screaming against it at will, it’ll be until the very last bell when she gets her final say.
“fine, just this once only because ryujin isn’t here with you today.”
momo squeaked over before running across the opposite end to trap you in a hug, sweaty lips against yours while your free hand sweeps her lower back. she deepens the kiss but forces her weight on you, just enough for your back to meet the ropes, letting a small groan escape into her mouth.
you’re not the one at fault to get momo riled up with moments like these, but for the sake of your girlfriend’s sanity, you made sure to not be in the gym with her that much - especially with the goddamn sparring sessions because she’s always looking to see if you’re watching her beat or get beat.
a simple two tap out signals momo to stop for a second, landing another few kisses swiping your bottom lip, “fuck–momo, it’s not that big of a deal.” you say, calloused ridges of your palm feeling the subtle warm heat on her cheeks to the touch. “let’s get this last round in baby, then we can have our fun.”
“oh yeah?” momo challenges, her free hand beneath shorts kneading your ass, a light gasp of the chipped armor she finally manages to break, “and what do i get for knocking you out in sixty seconds?”
“well…” it’s a tempting proposition, she knows your body equally as hers. the subtle touches in areas that lifts that sly smile of yours, the moans that shake loose off her lips when you’re all over her aching, needy–
“if you can knock me out by then, i’ll be free of use for you when we get home.”
momo coos, finger and thumb at the peak of your chin when the soft chuckle leaves your lips. “i do like the sound of that.”
“if you don’t, then nothing will happen.” you add, pressing a finger to her chest, pushing her away to the other corner. “i’m not like your sparring partner ryujin, so i don’t plan to go easy.”
“you were never an easy girl to appeal to.”
“tell that to richard’s fighter that put a number on you three weeks ago.”
“oh, fuck you.”
“you probably will.” quipping, “headgear on, we don’t have all night.”
—
momo is structured, but always forgets.
and she definitely forgot about the right hander you had when she’s on the ropes.
stumbling out, and you’re laughing, mocking her. you’re all for the taunting and trash-talking. it’s something you picked up from momo’s trainer, jihyo, constantly berating her all of the different kinds of things that even whittled down to ‘you’re shitty because you’re fucking breathing!’ there’s so many stories you’ve herald from the other fighters in the gym, so you’re working your magic to get momo to let her frustrations out.
“you call that a southpaw? c’mon, where’s the momo that i know who can land a better hit than that?! is it because i’m your girlfriend and you’re giving me slack?”
momo wipes her chin, studying everything that you’re currently modeling right now. your left hand is up to your midsection, right hand lowered, shoulders slumped like they’re relaxed, skipping in place on the balls of your feet, staying light and quick. it’s only been ten seconds into the round and momo needs one way in.
“you’re all talk for someone that’s not a boxer.” she says, gloves hitting against each other signifying that she’s good to go.
“don’t go easy on me.”
you get complacent, momo surges forward with a low blow to your stomach. luckily your right hand swings forward to parry the hit before reeling back to the flying left hand momo sends after. right hook is sent to momo’s head and she takes it, good, shuffling back against the corner where you’re in the driver's seat. she has to play defense, and you have free reign with firing the relentless jabs to any open area on momo’s body.
momo’s hands shield her face, elbows protecting her stomach as best as she can while you’re sending a flurry of hooks left and right. she sees the window of opportunity when you’re sending another uppercut when she hits the area where your liver was at, making you slightly disoriented. that was the second she needed, and all of the sudden the momentum shifted in momo’s favor, sending a right hook, a left jab, two quick hit in the same area again before the haymaker right to the left side of your face.
that was momo’s strength, her fast reflexes and punches gave you little to no time to adjust and before you knew it, you’re doubled back on the canvas, falling to the right before rolling over and laying upwards.
—
you’re zipping up your duffel bag when momo hugs you from behind, with an ice pack in her hand. you hum at the peace offering, taking it and putting it on your forehead to soothe the pain from momo’s killer hook.
it was so cute to see your boxer girlfriend tend to your care and yes, she felt bad. she needed the motivation after taking that loss in that fight with the up and comer making a name for themselves in the boxing scene. the loss was hard for momo at the time and she really took it to heart, but like all things in life, we move forward.
“sorry,” momo says, palming your head while you give her a soft smirk, accepting her apology right away before she schpiels out on how - “i didn’t mean to hit you that hard, and you were giving me a lot of crap which was annoying and—”
“momo,” hand up to stop her from tumbling her words, “it’s fine. it’s okay, you gave me a run for my money.” and momo shuts up, defeated that she beat up her own girlfriend out of a bit of anger. “besides, you’ve been slacking since the third or fourth round, so you made it up with that.”
“did i?”
“you really couldn’t tell?” you ask her, tapping her cheek to cheer her up. “i could see it in your body language.”
“i know.”
“and i did challenge you to something, so i didn’t forget.”
“you also said that.”
lowering the ice pack from your forehead, you lean in for a chaste kiss. momo flings the small towel over her neck so that her hands can slide into your waist. the touch and feel of her hands all over you was comforting, eagerly like it’s the last thing she wants to lose on her mind: feeling you, tender lips, that breath caught from the bottom of your throat, hands on her neck keeping her gravity centered towards you.
momo being cool, swings the towel from her neck around to yours when you try to pull away, trying to keep her sanity in check before the booming call of lust shelters her heart for wanting, needing, satisfying. the lip lock and swipe of her tongue only makes you take into her, the downfall of that euphoric bliss flooding over you like a fucking flood, hands roaming freely over her soaked back.
she’s quick to attack your neck, inciting a soft moan–her favorite sound–from your lips before you tap her breast twice, pulling away with lidded eyes and the intertwining line of saliva now visible in the small space between heads.
“remember, free use.” you whisper, permissively, and momo is reminded of the reward she earned.
—
(look, it goes without saying: some things are quicker to come sooner than you actually realize. sure, the detailing of momo’s rough hand all over your thigh on the car ride back would be enough information with additional detail to suffice, but really - this is just the blip or flashforward in the event. besides, who really wants to speed things up in the rush of a fucked mind waiting to happen–
oh wait, that’s you.)
—
the term gentle is completely thrown out of the equation. it’s also apparent with the fact that your back hits the door leading into the shared bed of you and momo’s. arms are discarding things everywhere, you yelp into her mouth at the fact that she’s quick to rip off that large shirt in one take, pushed onto the bed while momo slips out of her leggings and shirt - she never liked the idea of wearing bras especially when it came to going out (risky, but she could care less.)
sprawled, you twitch at the reemergence of momo’s hands canvasing your body, exposed and open for her to drink in the sight.
“too stunned to speak?” you finally say, hands upheld like a model in a photoshoot, catching a glimpse of momo licking her lips ready to tear anything in it’s path. and you’d let her. take you in for something that’s cast aside and make you whole, like new. you’ve broken her down to the point where she could give you everything you wanted, and she will.
momo leans down, sinking by the feel of her lips on the little spot underneath your ear, eyes wobbling shut while you hum with a sound of satisfaction, melting into putty by the second. you know she likes this, to have control, to be in the front of this bout where she belongs because by the end of everything, you’ll be sputtering her name out like there’s no tomorrow.
“i’m gonna use you to fuck myself in every way.” she stops to say down the canal of your ear.
fuck.
“how are you gonna do that?” eyes tracking her silhouette in the darkness while your hands nestle themselves over your chest, thighs pressed together to sate the ache that’s bothering between your legs. “tell me more baby, i wanna know all of the things that you’re gonna do to me.”
“you said free use, so i’ll do anything to get myself off to you.”
“anything?”
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
fuck.
you lean back as deep as you can, momo elevates herself over your body, and your hands naturally find their way clutching her ass, dropping kisses up her inner thigh. not even letting her speak, but already ahead of the curve of what she wanted.
“you-fuck, i fucking hate-” momo snaps, trying to ignore the humming of momo’s skin laving your tongue at the moment, gripping your hair suddenly to stop you before pressing your head back into the mattress. “always having your way with things, huh?”
“got a problem?”
“this is your doing. now open.”
“mo–”
she shuts you up with the harsh grinding of her cunt at max speed, the subtle slide of her wetness soaking onto your face. she tastes good, there’s no denying that, but shit the post-workout meal and shower can wait, because this was entirely better than whatever was the initial plan before coming home.
“yeah–yeah, yeah, yeah, hng–fuck, y/n.” momo gasps out while her hips buckle from the pressure, dropping forward while your hands hook around the midpoint of her hips and legs meeting, giving you an anchor for you to pleasure her. momo looks from under, only seeing the top of your head, moving left and right repeatedly, cupping your face while you keep your head up into her cunt.
“christ baby, your fucking mouth–”
“mmmmph.” you manage to say, mouth full of pussy that grips your tongue so well. you could lose and back out now, flip her over and just fuck momo, but she knows that you’ll do the honor system justice, staying true to your word. momo’s fingers are on her clit, nearing that peak she desperately deisred, shooting up right again and forcefully fucking your face with her cunt, whining and whimpering before she clenches her legs against your head, as if it was a watermelon in between, screaming.
momo collapses behind, ass on your stomach while she tries to recover from her climax, chest heaving while lickking the slick off of your face, sucking shamelessly and the noises that momo hears coming out of your mouth are completely fucked, she’s just left staring.
there’s a pause, an intermission that only lasts for a few seconds - that fucking pit stop that sounds stupid as it is, and momo has something in her hand that sends your cunt aching again for more.
a vision–a vision out of your wildest dreams. there was only one instance of this occurring and count yourself fucking lucky, because it’s happening again.
“please,” you’re asking momo, the urgency of fulfilling your fantasies coming to life again-you’re gonna do it right? right? a break in the script to rewrite it into something new. “i know you’ve been waiting for–”
“jesus fucking christ, y/n.” momo swears, sounding helpless, but the feeling of it has never felt better. “you’ve been waiting for this to happen again, haven't you? for me to use this in your poor little pussy for my own sake. always getting what you want–”
fuck. fuck. fuck. for fuck’s sake godddamnit–shit–
“please,” you’re asking again. “free use baby, just use me. this pussy is yours to ruin.”
momo lets the urge finally take over, splitting your legs apart before diving in to get some of that craving that she’s been holding herself back for a bit, spitting on your cunt before slipping a finger in your folds. you’re squirming at your touch, mind racked with the unnecessary teasing that’s pulling on you, to get riled up before–
“you want it so bad don’t you.” the head of the silicone cock tapping along your walls, dipping an inch just for good measure, and jesus you’re already annoyed by it. “i’m gonna ram this little pussy of yours.”
she slides - all the way in. you don’t even know if this was real life or a dream.
the languid moan of being filled up to the brim, slick coating the plastic in you like it’s the one thing that only matters and for this time, it did. momo strokes out before letting the first rail back leaves you choking for a second. “my little slut enjoying this now?”
“god, momo, ma-” you barely manage, shimmying down on momo’s silicone cock, fucking yourself down the length, cunt gripping with all of its strength. momo internalizes this, testing the limits of how much your pussy could handle, but why play it safe - that’s not the whole point of getting here in the first place.
“how does my cunt feel, ma’am?” you ask, wanting everything from momo, waiting for her to give it a few blinks to settle. starting with more fewer strokes, then upping the tempo, and up, and up–
“you look amazingly pretty,” momo breathes out, coming as a growl in your ear when she lays on top of you, hips hitting that spot inside you perfectly, the sounds coming out of you for momo to hear only makes her want more. she’s going slow, deep, soft, and then–
“harder, ma’am. please. just fuck me.”
she gets you. it doesn’t take much for momo to give in, letting the strap swallow you up in the same repeated manner. the beat of momo’s heart synchronizing with yours while the slaps of skin fill up the dim room. there’s steady pace, the back and forth banter of grunts and moans leaving yours and momo’s lips.
your pupils are blown out, half smiling, half gasping, looking up with every bit of strength left to see momo turn you undone. “so–hn, fuck–yes, i can’t–keep dicking me like that.” you croon, the sharp inhale leaving your lungs as momo’s strap sinks into you again and again and again and again.
“imagine how good–” momo breathes out, “if i had a real dick, instead of a strap?” and the delirium tumbles down. “stretching you out so good–so well. my perfect slut.”
“god, momo, i–”
“you’re perfect for me. my fucking cocksleeve.”
in the name of the lord of heaven above.
“such a good girl, my good slut, god, i want to stay inside you forever.”
your eyes meet hers, smiling astonishingly beautiful while being fucked. “is this what you wanted?”
“y-y/n—”
your legs wrap around momo’s hips, keeping the pace up of her thrusting inside of you. “filling me up? the idea of cumming inside of me so badly? dumping so much to the point that you could leave a baby in me instead of this plastic strap?”
momo nods, not letting up her strokes, fucking you fast and deep, slamming like it took everything out of her. “breeding…” momo husks out, “sounds so fucking good…”
“c-close, mo. i’m shaking.”
“cum for me darling, you’ve earned it.” momo says to you, lips on yours again while she continues to fuck her strap into your tiny cunt, slowing her pace when she feels you clenching around the plastic. she’s quick to knead your breasts while you’re sobbing, savoring the feeling while the lingering orgasm leaves your hips.
momo lets out something breathy, unrestrained, relaxing when she hears the whinpers leave your lips, sliding her strap out of your well-fucked pussy. you have a sleepy smile in appreciation mixed with satisfaction when she hobbles over to your side, arms scooping you into an embracing hug while you’re leaving peppered kisses on one side of her chest.
“amazing.” you barely say, and momo just chuckles.
“we’re definitely doing this again.”
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TWICE Momo FLUFF ALPHABET
Warnings: None
WC: 1.3k
A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)
She loves being active with you, so doing exercise, walking her dogs, or dancing with you are her favorite activities.
B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)
She loves your smile and your laugh. She thinks it’s the prettiest thing she’s heard.
C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)
She’s always there for you, helping you, giving you messages, head pats, kisses, anything you ask for! If you’re having a panic attack, she knows exactly what to do (since she’s had a fair share of those in her life) and helps you through them.
D-Dreams (how do they picture the future with their s/o?)
She pictures a future where you both get married. She doesn’t necessarily want kids, but she would love to just spend the rest of her life by your side.
E-Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or rather passive?)
She’s the dominant one for sure. I think she manhandles you sometimes, when she just loves to have you in her arms, and she doesn’t know her own strength, so of course, she does it unintentionally.
F-Fun (what do they do for fun with their s/o? what’s their idea of a fun day out?)
Walking the dogs through the park, or having a picnic with you would be her idea of a fun day out.
G-Gratitude (how grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)
Momo is extremely grateful for the things you do for her, especially when you take care of her, since she sometimes forgets to take care of herself. She smiles when she sees you cooking for her, or cleaning the house for her, she just feels so grateful to have you by her side… it’s so cute in her eyes.
H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)
I think she’s an oversharer, not that she’s aware of it, she just loves talking to you and sometimes she just shares everything, even things you’d think are mundane, she shares them with you.
I-Inspiration (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?)
Momo is an introvert, so if you’re an extrovert, you usually help her with her interactions with people. If you’re an introvert too, you both change each other or help each other overcome your shyness, or awkwardness, since one of you has to be the extroverted one when you’re in public, it’s often her that takes said role, since she likes seeing your shyness.
J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)
Momo is not a jealous person, since she trusts you. Her job as an idol has hardened her in the jealousy aspect, since if you’re an idol too, you’d also have millions of fans dying to get your affection, so she often reminds herself that she’s your number one. Your only number one.
K-Kisses (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?).
Momo kisses passionately and lovingly. She’s a good kisser since she’s had her fair share of ex-partners to practice with.
Speaking of kisses, your first kiss was… disastrous. You both were dancing and you accidentally fell on top of her, kissing her. It was rather cute seeing how you both were blushing messes afterwards, but at least you got your first kiss out of the way.
L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)
She confesses when she’s too emotional to think about it. For example, on SIXTEEN, she’d confess to you after she was eliminated, her emotions getting the better of her. She’d kiss you backstage, her tears staining your face.
—I’m sorry. —She cried. —I just- — She stammered, more tears streaming down her face.
—It’s okay, Momo. I- I love you. — You said, hugging her, putting your hand on her head, comforting her.
M-Mornings (what’s it like waking up with them? do they sleep late or wake up before the sun rises?)
She seems like those people who stay up late talking on the phone or watching movies, so she loves to stay up late doing those things with you, only to refuse to get up the next morning. I think she’s also a blanket hogger, leaving you cold at night, but she compensates it by hugging you close to her body in her sleep.
N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)
She uses the typical relationship names with you, like baby, love or sweetheart. She enjoys calling you baby girl.
P-PDA (how are they with PDA? is it fun to them or are they more reserved with their affection?)
In public she holds your hand or links arms with you, but in private she’s far more rough with her affections, such as passionate kisses, or simply hugging you all the time.
Q-Quirk (some random thing they do when they’re with you for no reason in particular)
Biting you. You know when cats love you so much that they bite you? Yeah, that’s Momo. She just has so much cute-aggression with you, since she just wants to squish you and love you, she can’t help it and bites you.
R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)
She’s rather creative when she’s in love, finding ways to make you happy or put a spin on dates. She just tries to be original as she loves to see your surprised face when she takes you somewhere new.
S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals do they believe in them?)
YES. 100% your biggest cheerleader. If you want to do something she’ll be there supporting you all the way.
T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship or do they prefer a certain routine?)
She likes to try new things, but she ultimately prefers the routine. She’s sometimes too tired or gets home too late, but she always makes sure to make time for you, watching movies, or cooking with you are things she likes to do.
U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)
She’s empathetic and understands your feelings. She sometimes gets emotional seeing you get emotional.
V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?).
Her relationship with you is so important to her… she takes everything you say in her heart, even mundane or things you’d consider useless, she loves to hear you out and keeps all your words in her heart. She loves you to bits and would die for you.
W-Wild card (a random fluff headcanon?)
Loves to massage you. If you’re like me and have chronic pain, she’s always up to giving you a massage all over your body. At first she was a newbie at it but with time and practice she got better and now she knows how to treat your pain.
X-XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)
100% a cuddle bug. She loves to kiss you and to cuddle with you.
Y- Yearning (how will they cope when they are missing their partner?)
Always talking to you through KakaoTalk or through facetime. You also always interact with her in her VLives, and fans don’t notice that she suspiciously always reads your comments since you always change accounts. It’s quite funny seeing your relationship go under their noses.
Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)
Yes. She has made big sacrifices in her life for her career, why would her relationship be any different? She’s willing to do anything for you, even come out publicly about your relationship. Yes, she’s that in love with you.
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All Mine
Momo x Reader
Words Count: 1.7k
A/N: I just wanted to write this to get rid of the idea. And also yes, I should be writing other things like the chapter of the stories i still didn't update. But here I'm, writing obscenities.
As always, I hope you have fun reading this.
You were sure that you were the luckiest person in the world, there couldn't be anyone luckier. Right in front of you you had your girlfriend with her chest pressed against the bed, her back arched at an angle that only someone with her flexibility could reach; and her ass up. Her knees were well planted on the mattress, wide apart from each other. Which was why her plump buttocks parted naturally as well, letting you clearly see her sodden vagina and her tight rear entrance. The full sight of having Momo in that position was a wonder, a delight you dare say.
"Are you going to fuck my ass, or am I going to have to go out and find someone else who does?" Momo moved her butt impatiently from side to side trying to get your attention.
"You'd love that, right?" You gave her a spank that resounded throughout the room. Despite having a very athletic body and well-toned musculature, her butt was still very soft, so the hit made her buttock tremble as if it were made of jelly. A delicious peach flavored jelly. "You'd like to go hunting and fuck as many people as you can."
"Yeah." Momo replied with a mischievous smile on his lips. "But it's still more fun when you fuck me."
“I love so much that you are a hopeless slut.” You leaned in to put your face inches from your girlfriend's crotch, from where you could smell the delicious scent of her holes. You two had been fucking for a while now, and even though she had come a couple of times, you knew that when she was in the mood for anal it wasn't over until you filled her ass. The very thought of fucking that wonderful tight asshole again was enough to make your cock throb, and when you were in front of Momo it seemed to have a life of its own.
You spread her cheeks with both hands for better access before taking a long lick from her clit, past her soaking vagina, to the puckered opening of her ass. The taste of her juices was quite a delight, nothing that even the best dessert in the world could match. You could spend hours eating her pussy, to the point that your girlfriend came so many times that she ended up with cramped legs due to spasms. But now the cavity that interested you was not that.
Your tongue swirled around her anus, licking and salivating as much as you could. Savoring even the most remote confines of her, as if you hadn't eaten for a week. If you loved the taste of her vagina, then you had to invent a new word for what you felt for the taste of her ass. It was without a doubt your favorite, and Momo loved how obsessed you were with it.
Now the tip of your tongue was entering her anus, doing all the work to dilate it as much as possible. You could hear loud moans from her, indicating that you were doing a wonderful job. But unfortunately you were aware that your saliva was not enough to lubricate such a perfect ass, if you did not want to hurt your girlfriend you had to use real lubricant. Which is why you reluctantly parted from her anus and grabbed the bottle of lube you had next to you. Then you let a thick stream fall on Momo's anus.
"Be careful, it's cold." She complained when the viscous liquid touched her skin. Without giving importance to her words, you began to spread the lubricant where you had been leaving your saliva before. Using your middle and ring fingers you made sure to drench and massage her anus, drawing circles over her wrinkled entrance. When you decided that your care, added to what your tongue did before, was enough, you put both fingers inside it. The sudden intrusion made Momo moan in surprise, and in the wave of pleasure that ran through her body.
Knowing that she could take it perfectly, you began to put your fingers in and out, fucking her ass at a steady pace. For her part, she let herself be loved and only her moans told you that you were doing well, that she was enjoying it a lot. You even dared to separate your digits a bit, wanting to maximize the pleasure she felt and dilating her entrance even more.
"I love having your fingers inside me, but that's not what I want right now." Your impatient girlfriend said between moans, urging you to fuck her in a different way.
"Always so impatient my love." You took out your fingers out making a fart noise when all that was left inside was the lube you left behind. You took a few seconds to watch her anus slowly close in the absence of your fingers, before positioning yourself to penetrate her. "Spread those buttocks for me."
"If I do, are you going to hurry?" Despite always bothering you, you know that her impatience is due to the fact that she loves you very much, and of course you couldn't love her less than she loves you. How else could you have done so many dirty things together?
You watch in delight as she uses both hands to spread her cheeks apart, causing her anus and vagina to open up a bit in a rather obscene way. Knowing that this is your cue, you smear some lube on your cock and rub the tip against her anus. The touch is so pleasant that you have to force yourself not to cum before even penetrating her. But after having spent so much time fucking the truth is that you were already close to your limit.
Using pressure you work your way into her anal cavity slowly, stretching her walls an inch at a time. You feel as though you had lubricated it well, the pressure on your penis is overwhelming, you moan yourself as you enter it. “I love fucking your ass so much.”
"I know, I'm irresistible." You were going to laugh at your girlfriend's words, but just at that moment she squeezes her anus to maximize the pleasure of both of you. You let the air out of your lungs in a loud moan, causing Momo to laugh. “Are you about to cum yet?”
You spank her again before responding. "You know yes." You begin to move slowly, fucking her ass at a pace that was obviously not enough for both of you. “I never last too long fucking you from behind”
Momo lets go of one of her buttocks and uses his right hand to rub her clit as she slowly picks up the pace of your thrusts. I know, it's my ass you fill when you cum.” So knowing what she's doing she's squeezing and releasing her anus with a random rhythm that drives you crazy. You can hear her laugh as you speed up the pace with which you fuck her in revenge for the wonderful things she was doing with her body.
Now all that can be heard in the room is the slapping of your hips against her ass, and the moans from both of you. Sweat soaks your forehead, and you can see how also covers your girlfriend's back with a thin layer. That well-toned back that you loved to kiss and massage, but now was not the time to think about those things. It was time to focus on other things just as loving, like fucking your girlfriend's ass as fast as possible.
Her anus was swallowing your cock completely and then you would pull it out until you almost withdrew from it, to put it back all the way to the base. And despite clenching and releasing her ass muscle she never stopped massaging her clit. Even now she had inserted two of her fingers and was fucking herself trying to match the pace of your thrusts.
"Babe... I'm close." You heard her say it in the most loving way she could, which made it all the obscene. "Fill my ass with your hot milk please."
"Is that what my bitch wants?"
“Yesssss… Please cum inside my ass.”
"Your wishes are orders my Queen." After those words you increase the pace of your thrusts to the point where your hips ached, but that didn't matter when it came to pleasuring your beloved. You knew she was close, and certainly you were about to cum too. You weren't going to last much longer and you both were aware of that.
Already with erratic thrusts, while she continued using her fingers to fuck her vagina, you continued penetrating her ass. But you knew that this was already your limit. With one last strong thrust you left your cock inside Momo and came inside her tight ass. You held on to her hips to keep from falling as the orgasm clouded your vision and sent spasms through your entire body. Between your moans you could hear how she was also enjoying her own orgasm, and you could also feel it because her anus was tighter than ever. Smothering your cock as her juices trickled down her thighs.
When all your milk had spilled inside your beloved's rectum, you carefully withdrew. Her anus took a few seconds to close completely, during which time some of your semen squirted out.
Then they both collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Thus, all tired and sticky, you hugged her from behind and covered her shoulders with kisses.
"That was incredible. My last orgasm was the strongest of all.”
"I know, you almost squeezed my dick."
"Exaggerated." Between giggles Momo rubs her butt against your now flaccid penis, just to annoy you.
"Do you want me to clean your ass?" You ask her while you continue kissing her shoulders.
She interweaves her fingers with yours before responding.
"No, thanks. I love how feels your semen inside me." She lifts your hand to kiss it before placing it back on her lap. "We better go to sleep."
"Honey, it's three in the afternoon."
"Do you have something better to do?" You burst out laughing at her question, and before you know it you snuggle up to her and settle in for a nap you certainly needed to pull yourself together. God, how you love this woman.
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dreamer girl
hirai momo x fem!reader ; smut ; wc: 5.4k
synopsis: momo has a sex dream which has her rethinking her roles in bed, it even makes her realize she’s into a lot of things she thought she would never be intrigued with.
warnings: smut with no plot i just wanted her crying (^‿^) ; kink discovery!!! ; almost somnophilia?? ; reader being called “miss” and “ma’am” ; mommy kink ; overstimulation kinda ; bondage ; ummmmm did i miss anything ; momo is a bottom!!! ; whipped momo ; kinda filthy idk i got carried away ; cursing lolll
a/n: the first half of this was written right before i fell asleep i apologize, but it gets better (i think)
momo was always known to be the more dominant girlfriend, not that it was explicitly said or anything—she just had that rep.
to be fair, it was true. her hand would be on your waist when you were out together, ensuring that everyone knew you were hers. she’d drive you everywhere and you were content being her passenger princess, enjoying the occasional squeeze and caress of your thigh every now and then. typical pillow princeess, spoiled, and bottom girlfriend treatment—you loved it.
it was safe to say that momo wore the pants in the relationship, but she was a sucker for you behind closed doors. you’d pamper her endlessly and to your amusement; she’s incredibly easy to fluster.
now, what’s also behind closed doors is what happens in bed (and on the couch, the kitchen counter—pretty much any space in your house where you can be held against—basically anywhere, but bedroom can be used as an umbrella term in this case.) momo can be pretty versatile when it comes to sex; she can be the sweetest soul ever, whispering sweet nothings and endless praises while her fingers pound into you ruthlessly. there are also moments where she’ll be holding you by the throat and making you scream, teasing you endlessly and degrading the hell out of you while stripping your orgasm away, she loves the control she has over you in bed and she knows you like it. momo loves it.
most of the time—if not all the time—momo is in charge when in bed and sure, maybe you’ll finger her or eat her out here and there, but it’s usually her taking the lead, always pleasing you.
momo is content that you easily submit to her and you’re fine with letting her ruin you; after all, no one else can do it like her. momo’s pretty content with this dynamic, she’s never had to think twice about it.
not until recently.
momo does not know how she had gotten here, there’s no memory that had led up to this moment.
you’re sitting on the couch with the tank top that momo adores on you and it shows a bit of your stomach, your collarbones, and your toned arms; your girlfriend is all worked up just from the sight of you like this.
momo is on the ground—on her knees—and your gaze is lowered down on her. your eyes hold a strange allure, something lustful, and hungry; momo feels small in the position she’s in, she’s never seen you like this, but fuck does it make her all nervous seeing you in this new light. she ignores the discomfort building up on her knees as she kneels before you.
“you look so pathetic like this.” you say, voice low and dangerously sweet, opposing your words. momo whimpers unintentionally and you laugh at her. “i haven’t even touched you yet, don’t tell me you’re all riled up from this?”
“i— no,”
you grab her face so her cheeks are squeezed between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, her lips squish a bit and she lets out a small, nasally whine.
your jaw tightens and you correct her, “no miss.”
momo is not used to this side of you—not used to you being so stern—but holy shit she’s entranced. her body tenses up and she gulps lightly.
“s-sorry miss…”
you loosen your grip. “that’s more like it.”
momo’s breath quivers when you rub her bottom lip with your thumb, pushing it down slightly while looking at her with a lidded, lust-filled stare.
“i wanna have my way with you, you’ll let me do that, yeah?”
“yes miss, whatever you’d like.” momo responds almost immediately; it comes out rushed and breathless. you giggle at this adorable, needy version of momo.
“what a good girl…” you coo, “let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? rather i’d make a mess out of you there than here.” you say, and momo nods eagerly.
when the two of you make it to the bedroom, you quickly order her to take off the shirt she has on. your girlfriend is quick to follow your commands, and when you tell her to lie down on the bed she does as told.
you walk up towards her then situate yourself so you’re straddling her, your core just barely making contact with hers. leaning over, you press a kiss to her forehead and back away, bringing your hand up to her face to cup her chin.
“you look so adorable, baby.” you mumble, sliding your hand down her neck slowly. momo’s tummy hitches when you trace down to her collarbone and she moans softly. just before you trail down to the prominent line that separates the muscles at her core—
momo wakes up, a sharp breath slipping past her lips.
she blinks once, twice, then shifts in the bed. her eyes are squinty when she opens them despite the room being pretty dim.
there’s a weight on her shoulder and she turns to see you sleeping peacefully, feeling the soft breaths you let out on her neck and the way your chest heaves up and down against her. you shift closer to her in your slumber, lazily draping your arm across her torso and snuggling her like a teddy bear.
your girlfriend smiles softly and kisses you on the forehead groggily before closing her eyes again, she almost forgets about the thrilling dream before she falls asleep.
almost.
momo spends a minute or two replaying the scene in her head. she hates to admit it, but the thought of her submitting to you turns her on more than she’d figure it would and makes her ponder for a while before she actually falls asleep. she thinks about the way you looked at her, how you called her a “good girl,” and the tone of your voice. after a couple of minutes of her furrowing her brows, shifting her hips around, and trying to shake off the thought of you being all commanding; momo is finally drowsy enough to fall asleep again.
a week after momo has this enticing dream, you’re sat on the couch with her head on your lap. your fingers twirl her hair around subtly, every other minute they dig deeper and massage her scalp gently.
your pointer brushes along the curve of her jaw, then runs down her neck and onto her jawline. you rest your hand there, rubbing her soft skin lightly before going back to massaging her scalp. with this action, momo shifts in her place a bit, and a slow, pleased breath leaves her lips.
you giggle quietly. “damn, must be comfy huh?” you mumble, continuing to massage her head how she likes it.
momo shifts again, and this time you catch her thighs rub from the corner of your eye. your brows furrow just barely when momo sighs, mumbling something you can’t seem to catch. you take your hands out of her scalp and watch her squirm more, her lips part as her brows crease. she continues to rub her thighs together, even biting her lip in her sleep. you tilt your head, looking at her with curiosity, and then everything clicks:
she’s having a sex dream.
a small laugh leaves your lips and you rest your hand against her cheek while her features etch into a familiar expression of bliss while her breaths get shakier. you watch with interest, curious and honestly pretty very turned on by the way she’s squirming; it’s different than her usual riled-up self, a little more needy, almost—compliant?
“y/n— i, i mean— miss, sorry miss…” she says under her breath, but loud enough for you to hear. your brows raise and you look at her with surprise.
miss?
there’s a blatant moan that leaves her mouth and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “p-please, please miss, i’ll be a good girl for you… please…”
“holy shit,” you mutter, watching your girlfriend rut her hips up and lean her head back slightly. “oh my god?”
something about this momo makes your own hips move up involuntarily and your top teeth trap your bottom lip as they subtly bite down. your hand finds itself inching down to momo’s thigh, and your thumb rubs small circles against the skin below where her shorts end; momo groans at the contact.
your middle finger finds its way in between momo’s legs and lightly grazes against the cloth covering her heat—it’s damp, no, it’s soaked.
“fuck,” you sigh, “bet you feel good in that dream, yeah?”
“y/n, please…”
before you can touch her where she needs it—before you can touch her properly as she sleeps, not just a feathered touch—momo jerks and sits up, groaning then rubbing her eyes. she turns so that she’s sitting like you; legs dangling off the couch and back facing the cushion behind her. she sits up properly while she recovers from her quick nap; and her tremendously appealing dream.
her cheeks grow even warmer when she sees the hand that is still in between her legs. “w-what, what are you doing?” she stutters, flustered from the dream and how wet she is.
you chuckle and decide to tease her just a bit, “were you having a sex dream about me?”
momo pauses, eyes widening. she chokes out a response, “i um, well, yeah… was i—”
“you called me miss, what’s with that?” you ask, watching her whole body tense up and eyes dart away from yours.
momo shakes her head then rubs her eyes, shifting away from your spot on the couch. you’re not going to take that as a response.
you lean closer and place a chaste peck to her jawline, then mutter in her ear, “c’mon, you seemed like you were enjoying your dream, it was cute.”
“y/n i—” she starts, shivering when your lips graze her earlobe and your breath hits it suddenly. “it’s just a dream i mean, i just—”
“too scared to admit something babe?” you laugh, “it’s okay if you want to bottom, not judging ever. actually, i’d be more than happy to switch roles y’know. i wanna make you feel like that, can i?””
your hand snakes around her waist and slides under her shirt, the feel of your skin on hers makes her breath tremble. momo whines when your lips tease her jaw again.
“it’s stupid, y/n, really.” momo tries, “it was just a silly dream.” she argues. your girlfriend inches away from your touch and starts to stand, you catch her by the wrist and grip it firmly.
“not so fast momoring.” you say sternly, looking at her with a quirked brow. you stand up swiftly and push her down onto the couch, standing in front of her now and looking down, eager for an answer. “you’re going to tell me what you were dreaming about.”
momo looks up at you and something about how helpless she looks turns you on more than you’d like to admit.
“words momo, use your words and tell me. you can do it, yeah?”
her hips subconsciously shift when you say that, and she continues to avoid your gaze, frantically looking around the room, the floor, and anything but you. her unusually timid self makes you laugh at the sight of her—sleepy and bashful, also pretty turned on from the way her thighs rub against one another—and then you use your hand to tilt her head up so she faces you.
“words, or i can stop what i’m doing, you want me to stop?”
“no, please no.” momo responds almost immediately and unintentionally—she said without thinking—almost as if she were out of breath. you laugh in response, tucking her hair behind her ear. “it’s just… embarrassing…” she adds.
“just tell me about it and we can make your dream a reality, yeah? seemed pretty good from the way you were moaning my name, baby.” you tease, “now, speak up.”
momo hesitates for a moment, looking at you and folding from the sultry voice you talk to her with, low and alluring. she darts her eyes away quickly and then returns to the burning eye contact. she gulps lightly, then starts to speak with a trembling voice,
“i um, you… i,” she clenches her jaw before starting again, surprised at how she’s obeying to you so easily. “first i was on my knees—for you—in the bedroom.” she looks down quickly, jaw tensing when she cringes at her words. her mind is a mess and her heart beats at an abnormal pace, but she’s way too turned on to turn back now.
you snicker, “were you now?”
“yeah.” she admits. your hand slides to her neck and your fingers play with her hair subtly, she continues, “and… you told me to call you miss and ma’am—which i did do—and, fuck this is really embarrassing y/n, it’s all stupid, really—”
“ah ah, keep going.” you say in amusement, breaking the eye contact so you can look at how her lip’s part and jaw tighten.
“you took care of me,” momo finally says, “really well.”
“yeah? want me to take care of you like in your dream?” you ask, and she nods eagerly.
you smile proudly at how brave it was to admit this to you, and you’re glad because holy shit did it sound intriguing and as her girlfriend, you have to make her dreams come true.
you bite your lip while tilting your head slightly, then simply say— no, you order: “bedroom, come.” and momo follows you when you start to walk towards the shared room, feelings of excitement flowing throughout her body. there’s no way her sex dream is about to come true.
the door closes behind you and you turn to see your girlfriend standing there nervously, looking at you eagerly with a lust-filled, yet anxious stare.
you take a step forward and her breath quivers, you smile at the sight. “down on the bed, sit.” you order, momo listens competently and does as she’s told. “good girl.”
now with that remark momo feels her tummy do a flip and her pussy throb, the way you say it with that low, seductive voice kills her. it makes her knees weak. you walk up and trace your finger up her neck, and with the way her muscles contract subtly when she tenses up, you can tell she’s already sensitive and on edge. it’s ironic seeing she’s the one who usually has you like this.
“now tell me more about your dream, give me the full details.”
“i told you, you made me feel good… y/n please, it’s embarrassing—” momo is cut off when you harshly hold her face up, her cheeks being squished by your fingers when you do so. a low whine escapes her lips and she grips the sheets, looking at you with puppy eyes that make almost make you laugh.
“god you’re pathetic, so shy it’s almost annoying. now, miss or ma’am from now on, since you’re being so incompetent.” you scoff. “when i tell you to do something you do it. got it?”
momo nods quickly.
“and now i’m telling you— no, this is an order: tell me about your dream, momo.” you say sternly, and momo gulps, looking at the desire and lust in your eyes.
she’s not used to this side of you, not used to this bossy type of y/n and it’s making her wetter than she had anticipated. momo hesitates and tries to maintain eye contact with you, but it’s hard.
“sorry miss,” she says in the cutest voice ever, so desperate, so obedient. you could get used to this.
for the most part, you’re being so stern with her because it’s really fucking hot seeing her like this, seeing her fold under you so easily when you’re the one who’s usually in this position. you also need to know more about her dream because one: how will you know what she really wants from you, how you can please her to the best of your ability. two: you want to know more of what’s going on in that dirty little brain of hers., what fantasies you’ve been unaware of.
momo cannot believe she’s submitting so easily to you, and there’s no escape from this confrontation of her little sex dream. so, she does what she has to, what you ordered her to do—all because she’s a good girl, your good girl.
“my wrists,” she begins, struggling to recollect the memories from her dream due to how flustered she is. momo can feel her cheeks literally burning, and the way your eyes drill into hers does not help her state right now. “they were tied with the black tie i wear to work and i was naked, you were touching me, ruining me.” momo locks her eyes with yours and her brows give in, relaxing as she fully gives herself to you with that helpless, needy expression. “i was being good and you said i was a good girl too, yours. you left me a mess, left me crying.” and after saying all of this, after recollecting the memories from her very enticing dream, she musters up the courage to ask, “can you take care of me like that? please?”
her pride and whatever embarrassment she had from earlier is out the window at this point; now the only thing she wants is you to ruin her, she doesn’t care how flustered she’ll be after this, the only thing taking over her is the hungry desire for your care and touch. just like that damn dream of hers.
you smile, satisfied with this more detailed answered. “of course baby, as long as you’re good for me.” you assure, cupping her cheek and letting her ease herself into your palm. “you can do that, yeah?”
“yes ma’am.”
“good.”
you take your hand off her cheek and she whines lowly, earning a small chuckle of amusement from you. turning around and taking a few steps, you reach for where momo hangs her work tie on the hook drilled into the door, then grab the fabric hung on it. you wrap it around so that it’s resting around your neck untied. momo watches you attentively, focusing on the way your hips sway subtly, eyes the way your fingers play with the fabric as you walk back to her.
“clothes off.”
“yes, ma’am,” momo responds, quickly taking off her t-shirt and shorts. you bite your lip when you see her nipple just barely poking at the thin bra she has on, leaving a small—yet noticeable—small bulge in the fabric that covers her breasts. your eyes run down her body, pleased to see the damp fabric that’s darkened by her arousal, which paints a smirk on your face.
“you’re so pretty baby, i’m gonna ruin you, ‘kay?
“yes, please, do whatever ma’am.” she says, hands gripping the sheets to contain her eagerness. “i’m all yours.”
“i’m glad you know your place.” you mutter before placing your hand on the center of her upper chest, just under her collarbones. you ease her into lying down onto the bed—making her shift over a bit so her shoulder blades press against the headboard—and straddle her. “my good girl.”
to be completely honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure where you’re going with this, and really, you’re using what momo does to you against her, she’s better at this dominance thing than you are. your first instinct is to close the distance and kiss her, locking your plump lips against her soft ones. your girlfriend whines into the kiss, hands desperately clawing at the exposed skin that isn’t hidden by the crop top you have on. she lets you take over and lead the kiss, following your lips when you decide to linger and then pull back half an inch or two. she’s desperate for your touch and whining each time you tease her, it’s amusing.
you start to suck at the skin on her neck, earning a choked-out groan from momo and a string of curses when your hands start to add stimulus by rubbing circles down on her inner thigh. you pull away from her skin and gaze at the artwork you’ve left on her neck. momo looks at you with the neediest look you’ve ever seen; it’s incredibly tempting and makes you want more.
“so cute.” you mumble. momo sighs, resting her head against the headboard before you press another kiss to her jaw. your hands slither to around her back and your fingers unclasp the navy bra she has on, it falls down around her, leaving the top of her body uncovered. “i’m gonna ruin you.” you say, almost as if it were a promise; a very dirty promise.
you kiss her deeply again, letting her chest squish into yours as you do so and she’s so sensitive that the small amount of contact makes her groan weakly.
“mommy, please… need you, please” her voice breaks slightly, so desperate for attention her sensitive tits that push against you. what she calls you catches you off guard, and it even takes momo by surprise, it just left her mouth on accident. she pauses in place after processing what had slipped past her lips, quickly backing down from embarrassment and her voice shakes when she catches herself, “i-i didn’t mean to say th—"
“shh, shh baby,” you assure, growing needy yourself from what slipped from her lips. “miss” and “ma’am” were already hot enough coming from momo, but “mommy?” holy shit that made your head spin, and it’s the last thing you would’ve thought you were into—but now you’re sure you’re into it after hearing her say it like that. undoubtedly, it’s undeniable that you’re into all of this.
“be patient baby, mommy knows what she’s doing, ‘kay? i’ve got you.”
momo lets herself relax again knowing that you don’t mind her slip-up—one that made your pussy pulse severely—and she lets you make your previous marks darker, you make sure it’ll take at least a week for them to fade away.
you’re pretty new to all of this, new to being in control, the new title you’re being given, this momo; everything is all so thrilling and you fucking love it.
finally, you decide to give momo what she wants, she’s been so obedient and patient, you might as well be generous.
“sit up for me princess, hands behind your back.” and momo does exactly what she’s told just like the good girl she is.
you pull the tie off of your neck and hold it with both hands, bringing it over momo’s head and behind her so you can wrap the tie around her wrists, restraining her hands with a secure knot when you finish tying. now momo’s completely under your control, and her hands are all tied up, meaning you can do whatever. it makes her cunt pulse so badly and she desperately needs you to ease that.
you start by pecking her lower neck sensually, then you start planting kisses down to her breast and eventually latching your mouth onto it. momo moans immediately—and very loudly—as soon as your lips make contact with her sensitive area. your tongue abuses her nipple, swirling around it while you suck and stimulate her; momo might cum just from this, and she’s baffled at how sensitive she is for you.
she shivers when your hand slides up her torso, twitching when your fingers graze along her abs. she continues to moan, it’s more of a whimper at this point from how fucking delicate she is, and she can’t do anything about the overwhelming sensation due to her hands being unable to grip at your skin or hair.
you pay attention to the other tit, giving it the same treatment as you did with the other: sucking on it, swirling your tongue around, leaving marks, and making her breath stutter. momo’s back arches as you leave a trail of kisses down her abs, whining strangled “mommy’s” and begging you to fuck her good.
she’s lightheaded when you press your fingers against her panties, and when you slip them off she whimpers pathetically; it’s adorable.
momo sighs desperately, pretty much begging every time she says something coherent. “a-ah, p-please mommy i’ve been good…”
without warning your lips clasp onto her pussy, and momo’s wrists strain against the tie wrapped tightly around them. she twitches when you eat her out, your nose pressing to her clit every now and then while your tongue fucks her into oblivion. momo tries to hold back her orgasm, i mean, you’ve only toyed with her tits so far and you’ve been eating her out for the past (what momo thinks, though her mind is really fucked right now) thirty seconds, and her breath is already erratic.
“m-miss, fuck, m-mommy p-please i-im—"
her attempt to hold back her climax fails when you suck on her clit and she feels herself shudder as she cums into your mouth. her thighs close around you and words twist at her throat; she practically sobs as you lap up all her arousal. you look up and catch the way her tummy quivers when she breathes, the way her head rests against the headboard while she collects herself.
when she looks down, she looks at your eyes peering back into her own, lust filled and lidded.
“you sound so pretty all riled up baby.”
a smirk finds its way to your lips and you trail back up her body with kisses, making your way back to your chest. before you indulge into her sensitive tits again, you decide to be a tease and brush your fingers over, they spring back into place from how hard they are and you smile. you flick them and momo lets out a choked-out moan. then, you make her scream by suddenly pinching the hardened bud between your fingers, you like this helpless momo. she’s unable to do anything about your teasing and touching. you place hand in between her thighs and two fingers run up and down her folds, teasing her entrance while you kiss her lips hungrily.
she struggles to kiss you back properly, distracted by the sensation down at her core. when you pull away she whimpers, then moans when you stick two fingers in. her head leans into you and she groans into your skin breathlessly, “m-mommy, agh keep going… so good miss, fuck,”
“mommy making you feel good?” you ask, and she nods against you, making you smile. “my pretty girl, so good for me just as she should be.”
you plunge into her harshly, fingers making contact with the sweet spots of her walls that make her bite into your shoulder. at this point, her wrists are going to have crimson marks from how much they’ve been pushing and struggling against the fabric that restrains her.
her breath grows heavier and tears start to form from how overwhelmed and sensitive she is, the word “please” is repeated at least ten times as you fuck her relentlessly. she’s quick to cum again after you thrust into her with your fingers again—this time pretty harshly, the top of your palm abusing her clit as you do so—which makes her back arch dangerously and tears roll down her cheeks, her flushed, hot cheeks.
holy shit. you think, looking at her state. her face is rosy, her pussy is already starting to swell, and tears form in her eyes again; she looks so goddamn pretty like this. you want her sobbing.
without warning, you shove two fingers back in and momo yelps, her body jerking from the sudden pleasure.
“w-wait, m-mommy— ‘s too much—”
“shh shh baby, i know you can take it. you’re a good girl right? gonna take it for mommy?”
momo closes her eyes tightly and catches her breath. she nods, then responds with a strained voice, “anything f-for you,”
“good girl.” you say, and you decide to push her limits a bit, adding a third finger to her battered, swelling pussy.
this is what has tears flowing down and despite the sobs, momo doesn’t want it to stop; she’d cry even more if you were to take your fingers out, if you were to stop abusing her core with those fingers of yours. her mind is so foggy, everything starts to get dizzy and you simply watch your girlfriend squirm and lose herself from your touch.
“so much, ah— m-mommy ‘m gonna cum, c-can i cum? please? please let me…” she begs.
“of course you can sweetheart, mommy is going to take care of you, always.” you assure, kissing her cheek and tasting the slight saltiness from her tears. “cum for mommy, yeah? you’ve been good.”
your fingers move in and out of her cunt with a sharp rhythm and curl at the spot that earns the loudest lewd noises. her breath hitches again and a knot forms in her stomach. she groans, cries, and whines—all at once, somehow—and you feel her walls tighten around all three fingers.
momo cums and a loud cry—practically a scream, one that might have your neighbors asking what’s going on—escapes her, the loudest of the night probably. her hips jerk up, she twitches, and tears fall onto her collarbone and chest. she falls limp against the headboard when you take your fingers out and her breath is still heavy, but she recollects herself.
with your thumb, you wipe away a few of her tears and kiss her incredibly swollen and red lips softly. she whines quietly into you as you do all of this, you caress her neck and help her relax after her overwhelming climax.
you pull away and admire your girlfriend: flushed cheeks, puffy lips, pink nose, and dampened cheeks from the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down.
you undo the knot of the tie tightened around her wrists and throw it somewhere to the right. momo brings her—now free—hand up to her face and wipes her tears away, sniffling lightly. you smile at how adorable she looks; she’s all ruined and littered with deep red marks all over her neck, body, and inner thighs.
“c’mere.” you mumble, settling yourself beside her. you put out your arms and momo weakly leans into you against your chest, you pull the (now slightly dampened at the bottom) blanket over yourselves.
“was i good?” momo asks genuinely. you smile and kiss her forehead, then push her hair out of her face.
“more than good, you did great.” you assure. momo moves her head so that it’s situated in the crook of your neck, and she kisses it softly; a small giggle leaves your lips. “did you always have dreams like this?” you ask.
“once,” momo mumbles, “i woke up in the middle of the night from it last week, but that’s it. only that dream and… earlier…”
“would you have told me about these dreams if i didn’t catch you sleep-moaning?” you say teasing her with the last part of your response.
momo thinks to herself for a brief moment, then says, “i don’t know, it’s embarrassing.”
“no, not at all.” you say, “i didn’t know you had a mommy kink—i didn’t know i had one.”
“me neither… it just, slipped out.” she says, “ugh, this is so embarrassing, stop.”
you laugh and kiss her head. “well, i liked it a lot. you clearly liked it too.”
“uggghh.” momo groans.
“c’mon, am i wrong?”
momo pauses for a bit.
“no.” she responds.
you decide to leave momo alone and give her a little breather after fucking her to tears and teasing her about her newfound kink. you massage her scalp and feel her fully relax into you, her eyes close and she kisses you one more time.
“momoring, before you sleep.” you mumble, she hums. “can we do this again?”
she responds quickly, “please.”
you giggle and smile again, pressing her naked body closer to you and closing your own eyes. momo is glad that her dreams came true, and she hopes there are more dreams like these that can be fulfilled in the future.
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Death of Peace of Mind
(Dom!Momo x Fem!reader)
Word Count: 4.6k
Pure Filty Smut/Maybe fluff if you squint?
Summary: You spend the afternoon being a brat to Momo via text and you pay for it later.
TW: this is literally just fucking. If that’s not something you want to read, please don’t! Strap ons, mommy kink, breeding kink, Momo is a top!, reader is a brat. Yeah.
A/N: Thanks to Momo brain rot for this happening and the moots for listening to me ramble about this for days. @nr1chaedickrider for the breeding kink ideaaaaaaaa.
“Alright babe, I’m leaving for practice…I have a meeting afterwards so I’ll be out a little later than usual.” leaning down to kiss you goodbye as you lay on the couch.
She’s wearing a black cropped tank top that leaves nothing to the imagination, abs and arms out for the world to see. Dad hat holding her hair out of her face and some leggings that hug her figure so beautifully that it makes your mouth water with the thought of tasting her.
Grabbing the back of her head, taking her hat off and pulling her closer to you creating a little more passion, shifting to sit up, holding her tightly while biting down lightly on her bottom lip and tugging.
Momo moans into your mouth, getting lost in you for a moment as you maneuver her on top of you, her knee between your legs and her body pressed against yours. Grinding down on her thigh lightly and running your nails softly over her muscular back in an attempt to snare her into your trap.
“I have to go, my love. You make it so hard to leave when you’re so needy for me. I’ll take care of you later, okay?” whispered merely centimeters away from your lips in a sultry tone, before she stood up and tried to head for the door. Hand not willing to let her go as you yank her back to you, causing her to stumble and fall on top of you.
Momo giggles, caressing your face as she kisses you passionately causing your hips to start lightly rocking against her body again, desperate for her touch.
“Do me a favor, baby?” innocence lacing the tone of her voice as she gets up grabbing her keys and heads for the door.
“Hm?” eyes filled with hunger as you follow her with every movement, hoping she will skip practice and stay between your legs.
“Don’t touch yourself while I’m gone.” Blowing you a kiss with a cheeky smile and stepping out of the door.
Scoffing and rolling your eyes, looking at the clock to see it was only 3:45pm. Even more frustrated knowing she won’t be home until 9ish tonight, you pout to yourself, missing her touch.
You flick on the TV for background noise so you could scroll through your phone and try to keep your mind off of your loving girlfriend.
—
7:30pm on the clock and your want for her only gets deeper, unable to keep her out of your head space for long. The fire in your stomach aches, thinking of the ways she could defile you and resisting the urge to slide your hands down the front of your pants.
Momo was always so sweet and gentle with you, having a dominant streak in the softest way. You wanted to see how far you could push her and if she would actually break when you did.
A smirk on your face as you open your messages, knowing she would be in her meeting around the rest of twice and her managers discussing their latest come back. You were going to insert yourself into her thoughts.
You: Baby
Momo: Hi honey, almost done
You: I need you
Momo: What's wrong, my love?
Momo: Is everything okay?
You: I miss the way you say my name
Momo: ??
She had to know what you meant but you were going to make sure she knew what was going to happen when she got home.
You: I miss the way you taste
Momo: Y/n…don’t start this right now…I told you I’d be home later to take care of you.
Putting your hand into your underwear and snapping a picture of what seems to be you touching yourself and sending it to her. Imagining her face when she sees it, in a room full of people that know her well enough to know when she’s flustered. Her turning bright red in anger thinking you’re doing exactly what she told you not to do.
You: *photo*
Momo: *thumbs down react*
Momo: Y/n…I told you not to touch yourself and you’re doing it anyway?
The plan to push her buttons was in full motion, sensing her annoyance already seeping into the tone of her texts.
Usually, you were on your best behavior for her but not today. She left you aching and unattended, did she really expect you to wait?
You: Maybe…what are you going to do about it? You aren’t here to stop me.
Giggling at provoking her, hoping you’d get an amplified version of your sweet adoring girlfriend.
Momo: You better stop or I won’t give you what you want when I get home.
You: Make me 😏
Imagining the fire behind Momo’s eyes with her jaw clenched in anger made you drip with anticipation of her arrival home. A new game ensued. How many of her buttons could you push before she got home? How angry can you make her before she gets here?
Momo: Fine. If you want to fuck yourself, do it.
Sighing immediately, was she really going to give in so easily and let you get away with this? It barely even started. Glaring into nothing as you toss your phone on the table, only to hear it vibrate again almost immediately.
Momo: You better not stop.
Momo: You aren’t allowed to cum. I want you ready for me when I get there.
The knot in your stomach tightens at the response you weren’t expecting, realizing she was just as ready to play this game as you were as another ping comes through.
Momo: That’s an order.
A smirk made its way to your face, snapping another picture of your waistband, no hand present down the front this time and sending it off.
Half lidded eyes anticipating her response, hips starting to move on their own without any stimulation, just thinking about what she would do to you if you kept annoying her this way.
Momo: Then I won’t help you cum later.
Momo: Why would I want to help a brat who doesn’t want to help herself?
Momo: Maybe I’ll just get you all riled up and leave you soaked and useless, ruining your panties for me.
Momo: I won’t give you anything you want, slut.
Oh, she is pissed. She’s only ever called you a slut once before and you had to beg her to do it. After years of trying to break her of her soft-top tendencies, she was finally catching onto what you wanted from her and applying it full force.
Whimpering into the quiet room you were laying in, a wet spot accumulating quickly underneath you, imagining her with her hands around your throat as you formulate your response carefully.
You: You wouldn’t be able to resist me dripping for you.
You: You think just because I push a few of your buttons, you won’t make me cum?
You: Aren't you going to take what’s yours?
“I wonder how far I can take this…” thinking out loud as you type out your next message. Momo was already furious with you, why not see how far you could push before she broke.
You: Or should I get someone else to take care of me, since you won’t?
Holding your breath as you wait, only having to wait a few seconds before the messages roll in.
Momo: …Someone else?? Oh, honey.
Momo: You are mine. I’ll be sure to remind you of that later.
A wave of heat flushes through your entire body, you loved how possessive over you she was. Always lightly marking you up anytime she could, even in public when someone looked at you a little longer than needed. Momo would pull you a little closer and bite down hard enough for you to moan in an act of dominance.
Maybe this time her marks would be darker.
Momo: You are lucky you aren’t here.
Momo: I’d have you under this desk on all fours, centimeters away from my pussy. No touching. No licking. Nothing.
Momo: Just making you watch me fuck myself.
Momo: Maybe I’d let you suck in my fingers, just to remind you of my taste.
Eye wide at the response, mouth open in pure shock at what she just said to you. You’d never seen her react this way before and you were very eager to explore it.
You: Come home, now.
Hastily typed out. Aching at the idea of Momo fucking the brat out of you.
Momo: No.
Momo: But maybe I’ll show you what I mean when I get there…I’ll make you wish you never started this.
Momo: Don't test me.
Thinking about how you could provoke her more when a lovely idea pops into your head. You slide your sweats off, pull your panties to the side and run your fingers down your slit and gather your slick, spreading it over your folds. Parting your lips, taking a picture of it and sending it off to Momo.
You: *photo*
Momo: My pathetic little whore.
A chill down your spine causes you to squirm senselessly at her response, moaning lightly into the empty room as she stokes the fire building within you.
You: Yes, baby?
Momo: I bet you’re clenching around nothing just thinking about me.
Momo: I’ll get you so god damn close and then ruin every orgasm you have.
Momo: Keep going to see how this ends for you.
Smirking and knowing you have her exactly where you want her.
You: I want you to ruin me and I’m going to push you until you give me exactly what I want.
Momo: Oh baby, I’m going to ruin you.
Momo: But don’t cry when I don’t let you cum.
You: I’ll cum before you get home.
Relentlessly poking at the tensions building between the two of you, glancing at the clock to see 8:18pm. She’ll be on her way home soon and maybe you’ll ignore her until she’s in front of you.
Momo: You better fucking not.
Momo: I swear y/n if i come home and you are anywhere near close to cumming, you’ll regret it.
Five minutes goes by and your phone is vibrating without any break in sight, just watching her messages come in and giggling to yourself as her rage shows its face.
Momo: You desperate little brat, you better not be doing what I think you’re doing.
Momo: You have 3 minutes to answer me or you’ll regret it!
Phone ringing as Momo calls you, smile across your face as you try to answer the phone with a careless tone.
“Hello?”
“What are you doing?” tone riddled with animosity.
“Laying on the couch watching TV…what are you doing?” Nonchalantly thrown back at her.
“Excuse me?” Scoffing at the audacity of you being so calm after what you pulled during her meeting.
“You’re just going to pretend like you didn’t jus- you know what…I’ll see you soon.” hanging up the phone immediately.
You’re surprised as she ends the call abruptly and try to patiently wait for her arrival, deciding to add a little spice to this already heated situation.
Running upstairs and stripping almost completely nude, leaving a trail of clothes behind you. How mad would she be if she came home and saw you touching yourself over your underwear on her side of the bed?
—
You didn’t start until you heard the front door open, slowly sliding your fingers down to your cloth covered folds. You’re absolutely sopping wet when you hear her exclaim at your trail of clothes, followed by an annoyed chuckle.
“Oh…you fucking bitch.” Grimaced through teeth, followed by heavy footsteps up the stairs. Excitement quickly spreads across your face, hastily trying to hide it before she sees.
The bedroom door flies open, slamming against the wall as Momo steps through the threshold with her jaw clenched, brows furrowed, and a scowl that could’ve turned the meanest person into a crying mess.
“What the fuck do you think your doing?” calmly said through gritted teeth as she watches you rub your clit through your soaked underwear.
“Baking cookies.” taking your finger and bringing it to your mouth to slowly suck the slick that seeped through the fabric of your panties off of them, making direct eye contact with a flushed Momo.
“Did you want a taste, baby?” smug in your expression, so proud of how livid she looks, when suddenly a slight smile forms on her face.
This causes your gaze to drop instantly as she goes into your closet and pulls out one of her black silk ties. Leaning nonchalantly onto the frame, making direct eye contact with you as she loops the smooth fabric within itself to create a pair of make-shift handcuffs, slowly sauntering over to you as she tightens a few of the knots before stopping short at the edge of the bed.
“Get up.” cold as ice from her lips, one her eyebrows raised at you as she gathers her hair and pulls it up into a small ponytail, a few locks hanging to shape her face.
Completely stunned by the energy she’s emitting, unable to do anything but gawk at how enticing she looked when she was this angry. Watching it steam off of her when she suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, causing you to squeal out of shock.
A hand slides from your stomach up your chest, fingertips dancing on your skin as she clamps her hand around your throat and pulls you up into a seated position, squeezing lightly and getting an inch from your face.
“Since my little slut thinks it’s okay to do whatever she wants, regardless of what I say, I’m going to show you what being a defiant whore gets you.” grabbing one of your wrists as she crawls into the bed behind you, pulling your arm with her and fastening it next to the other one, tightening just enough so you can’t wiggle out.
This new side of Momo had you leaking for whatever was next, watching her remove the black tank top and leggings, exposing her bare breasts and red thong with a sizable wet spot on it.
“Seems like you might like me being a defiant bitch…” slyly said as you tug at the restraints, unintentionally making them tighter as you pull.
Chuckling to herself as she pushes you down onto your back by your chest, going over to the nightstand to pull something out of the drawer where you keep the toys. She throws something on the bed, you were too focused on her to even know what it was.
“Awh, look at how your pussy weeps for me. Aren’t you just a perfect little slut for Mommy?” dragging a single finger up your drenched underwear causing a whimper to erupt from you as she licks your nectar off her middle digit.
“Is my baby so needy? Desperate for me to touch her? You’ll watch before you touch…If I allow you to touch.” climbing over top of you and hovering her cunt so close to your face as she teases you.
“I’ll just fuck myself over your face and make you watch. I’ll make you regret defying me” as a hand descends down to her slit, lightly rubbing her swollen clit over the lace that barely hides it.
Your entire body is on fire as you watch the way she rocks her hips over your face, thighs clenched as she makes sure to be louder than normal for you, torturing you with her moans as she grinds on her own hand, smacking your thighs behind her to stop you from gaining any pleasure by your own doing.
“Please” urgently escapes your lips before you can stop it as you tilt your neck up, trying to taste her. Warm breath causes her to let out a string of whimpers before finding a seat on your chest, legs starting to tremble as she speeds up the pace she’s tracing her slit.
Feeling how warm her slick is as she toys with her clit over the fabric right in front of your face. She’s got the most desperate look in her half lidded eyes as she pulls her panties to the side and makes you watch her spread her wetness around her folds.
“That’s right - fuck -, you better fucking beg.” gasped through blushed cheeks. She’s dripping onto your chest as you squirm underneath her, pulsating the words you rarely heard in the times you’ve seen Momo get a little more aggressive than usual.
“Please, I’ve waited for you all day…I need you.” aching as you plead for her to give you something, anything, to satiate the burn between your legs, slowly starting to thrust your hip light.
“…mmm, do you really think you deserve it after what you did? After all, you can’t do one little thing for me - shit- …why should I reward a disobedient brat like you?” cursing at the sensation she was giving herself.
“Be-...because you love me…?” pouting underneath her, catching her a little off guard. She slows down in her stutter, grabbing you hair roughly as she scoots up closer to your chin.
“Open your mouth.” Harshly stated through gritted teeth, eyes glaring down at your fuck me eyes and smirk of defiance, clenching your jaw just to show her you are, in fact, going to make her work for this.
“ I said, " Open. Your mouth.” half hissed as she tightened her grip on your hair, pulling you up to her drenched core. Sticking your tongue out immediately and tasting the sweet juices of a livid momo.
Scooting closer with legs on the sides of your head, she grinds into you at full force, clit hitting your nose and gliding down to your chin. Simply using your face the way that she pleased when she picks up her speed, how was she already this close?
Her flavor permeates your senses, dripping down your neck as she rides your tongue faster, leaning back to lightly tease your clit over the ruined panties you were wearing, causing you to moan desperately into her core.
Shuttering at the vibrations, bucking her hips faster as she lets out one of the most guttural moans you’ve ever heard from her. Moving your face as fast as you can against her, attempting to help her ride out the feeling, her clenching as your tongue passes her entrance.
“Fuck…now you want to be good for me?” harshly questioned as she gets up off your face and removes her underwear for good. Standing naked before you, muscles on display for you to see before she kneels down between your legs, throwing them over her shoulders and bringing her face to your cunt.
“Do you think you’re desperate enough to cum like this?” taking a long lick right up the center of you.
“Or should I be nice and remove these?” lightly slapping your clit, not allowing you to reply, as she pulls the elastic- completely snapping it to remove your panties, nails leaving marks on your hips as she watches you drip for her, leaking effortlessly onto the sheets.
“Such a shame you lost your touching privileges…I’d love for you to grab my head and ride my face the way you usually do, but I think tonight I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.” breathed out onto your cunt before she sticks her tongue out, lightly teasing by softly tracing only the tip on your lips, grazing past your clit gently just to hear you whimper for her.
Thrusting as much as you could underneath her grip and she teased you, giving you the smallest stimulation she could just to make you insane, knowing exactly how needy and desperate you were for her. She couldn’t help but make it worse.
“Please Mommy. - mmhm- I need yo-” cut off by the feeling of Momo’s tongue coasting through your folds with ease. Mixing her saliva with your slick, moaning while she explores every part of your cunt. Lapping up your heat and making her way to your clit, lightly suckling on it before backing away completely.
“Momo -please- I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be good, just please touch me.” aching as you make your offer to your counterpart, whose head is tilted, lips pursed and hunger in her eyes as she looks up at you from between your legs.
“Whatever I want?” questioned back at you before she chuckles to herself, not breaking eye contact.
“I think we knew that was going to happen with or without that offer, honey.” batting her eyelashes at you before winking and slithering closer to you.
A loud gasp from your lips as Momo’s tongue finds your clit again, stimulation immediately causing you to moan her name loud enough to suck harshly at you. A groan from her as she slides 2 fingers into you so easily she doesn’t even need to wait for you to adjust.
“Needy slut’s been thinking about my mouth all day, hm?” between licks as she starts to roughly curl her fingers up, no build up to the pleasure she was giving you. Intense, rough, fast thrusts overstimulating you into speechlessness as your entire body tenses. You’re about to cum and you can’t even tell her.
She realizes what’s happening but it’s too late. You’re already arching your back at the rush of adrenaline when she removes herself from you, fully. Ruining the rest of the orgasm for you, completely causing you to shriek loudly as tears filled your eyes.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” as you try to break your restraint so you can take control.
“I told you that I wasn’t going to let you cum.” smacking your pussy again before grabbing the toy she removed from the drawer.
Your eyes focus on what she’s got in her hands as she’s placing it inside of herself, and adjusting the straps and the front so it grinds when she does. Immediately, you realize it’s the one you never use. The one that’s a little bigger than you prefer.
Approaching you again, strap lining up with you as she slides up across your clit, jolting and groaning curses underneath her. Shockwaves from the orgasm she just stole from you returning, quaking as she slides it back down, teasing you until you start bucking your hips at her.
“Awh, is my spoiled brat rutting against me? So desperate to cum?” catching the tip of the strap at your entrance just to tease you, pausing for a second as she spits on your swollen pussy, making eye contact with you as she does.
Getting up to cut off your pleasure yet again, you are instantly frustrated and on the brink of tears, letting out a wail; you’re beyond words at this point.
Momo rolls you over and arches your back for you, placing a pillow underneath your stomach for leverage. Grinding her strap along your slit again before sliding all the way inside you, bottoming out completely, causing a languid moan to erupt from both of you.
“I don’t care if you cum, I’m going to use you until I do,” laying against you and gnawing at your shoulders, being sure to mark you up while she slowly starts to slide in and out of you. Tapping your hips to signal you to make a wider stance as she sinks into you with great force. Slamming over and over again causing you to jolt everytime she hits your cervix.
Vision is blurred, words slurring and completely a mess as she continues quickly pounding you. You’re incoherently moaning and squealing as she slides past every single sensitive spot inside of you. Grabbing your restraints, pulling you up by them as she rails into you aggressively, chasing her own pleasure.
“You’re just -shit- a fucking toy…for me to…cum in” the sound of skin slapping and guttural noises fill the room when your brain registers what was just spoken. To cum…in? Oh!
“Fill me, Mommy! -fuck baby- Make me yours!” Whimpered out, grinning to yourself as you felt the knot of your stomach tighten. She pounds incessantly into you, clenching around her as she starts pistoning her hips harder.
Momo pulls you flush against her and wraps her forearm around your neck, halfway choking you while one of her hands finds its place on your lower stomach to hold you in place.
Soft grunts falling from her mouth as she bites into your neck harshly before whispering, “gonna fill you.”
The build up inside you is quick as you involuntarily clench around her again, almost stopping her movement in its tracks, seeing stars as you gush around her muted movements, practically screaming as your body twitches against her.
“Good girl,” as Momo’s dominance falters along with her pace, becoming sporadic in nature as she tries to hold you up, attempting to force her orgasm away so she can overstimulate you. Ramming into you with no rhythm at all causing euphoria in your stomach as you clench around her again.
“You’re so lucky this is a strap,” gasping as she tightens her grip on you.
“I’d breed you like the little bitch you are, if I could.” nails digging into your skin, leaving crescent shaped indents along your hip.
“Cum in me” breathed between jolts as she gave her last few hard strokes before she let out a snarl, climaxing as she continued to rock into you, letting you fall back onto the bed as she rode it out in you.
Both of you completely fucked out as she pulls the strap out of you. Letting out a whine at the empty feeling as she unties your hands and picks you up bridal style, only to lay you down on your side of the bed, laying by your side, holding you and shifting hair out of your face.
Kissing you passionately for the first time that night and brings you closer to her. You can’t help but feel a sense of calm facing each other and laying in one other’s arms.
“So…breeding kink, huh? That’s new.” teasing her through your sleep laced voice.
“Don’t ruin the moment, I’m still not happy with you.” Kissing your forehead and smiling, despite her words.
Raising your hand up and pulling her face down to connect your lips, pulling her close to you and grinding down onto the cum soaked strap she was still wearing.
Momo’s hand finds its way to the strap and points it up as you grind causing it to slip inside you. Legs now holding onto her torso as she lightly pumps her waist forward into you.
“Fuck, it hurts so good.” whimpered into her ear, continuing by snapping her hips into you.
“I told you, you couldn’t resist me…why did you even try?” as your third orgasm was approaching, she’s circling your swollen clit with her fingers and watching your face contort with her movements.
“I’m gonna cum,” when she pulls out again, removing her hand from you, quickly undoing the leather on her sides and discarding the harness and source of pleasure to the floor, huge smile on her face.
The absolute earth shattering quack inside of you is almost unbearable as she turns to face the opposite direction, wiggling into her spot and letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Momo…you’re kidding, right?” in disbelief, thrusting your hips into nothing as you whine for her.
“Remember this the next time you decide you want to be disobedient.” sharply exhaled as she drifted into a soft sleep.
Death of Peace of Mind - Part 2 - Sugar
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Dare pt 4 - Hirai Momo (last part)
Requested: Momo gets dared by the other members to find the easiest person she thinks will sleep with her(ends up being reader). They eventually end up dating and falling in love. But reader eventually finds out about the dare and confronts Momo. Angsty.
Momo x f!reader
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(A/N: I hope you enjoy this!)
Part 4 - Last part
“Good morning, love,” Momo whispered against your skin leaving a kiss on your naked shoulder.
As you slowly stirred from your peaceful slumber, the rhythmic symphony of waves crashing onto the shore created a tranquil background melody, like a lullaby that gently released you from the realm of dreams.
“Morning,” you whispered back, turning around to steal a kiss from her lips.
A kiss that escalated quickly and in less than a couple of seconds had you straddling Momo’s waist. Her hands traveled from your thighs to your ass as you moaned at the sensation.
“You never get enough,” she smirked, as your kisses went down to her neck.
It made you chuckle before sucking on her pulse point.
Neither of you had ever been this happy as you were up to that moment.
Your kisses kept going down as you took one of your girlfriend’s nipples into your mouth, nibbling a little on it, making Momo’s moans get progressively louder.
"Y/N…" her voice sighed, a mixture of longing and disbelief coloring her words, "oh my gosh..."
You couldn't help but grin at the way she reacted, her emotions so palpable in that moment. Her gaze met yours, a playful glint dancing in her eyes, as if she held a secret that was just about to spill.
"Thank goodness I went along with that ridiculous bet," she continued, her lips curving into a fond smile.
Your eyebrows arched with genuine intrigue. "Bet?" you queried, your lips trailing a path from her neck to her mouth, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss before pulling back slightly to study her face. "What bet?"
A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she leaned into your touch, her fingers tracing tender patterns on your arm. "A silly bet I made with Nayeon," she replied, the memory of it causing amusement to dance in her eyes.
Leaning closer, she pressed another lingering kiss against your lips, savoring the connection. "I bet her that I could... find someone to sleep with within a week."
Your own chuckle echoed hers, curiosity piqued as she propped herself up on her elbow to better focus on you.
"And how did I come into the picture?" you asked, your voice laced with playful intrigue.
Momo shifted, her gaze locked onto yours, a mixture of warmth and mischief in her expression. "You, my dear, are the unexpected twist in my story," she confessed, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. "The week I embarked on this absurd challenge, I met you."
Your brow furrowed in puzzlement as you tried to piece everything together, the realization dawning upon you slowly. "Wait... so, you're saying that when we... that night we spent together..."
Momo's laughter danced in the air, and she nodded, her eyes shining with a mixture of fondness and playfulness. "Yes, that night was all thanks to Nayeon's bet," she admitted, her fingers finding their way into your hair, tangling gently as she held your gaze. "And believe me, I thought you were incredibly attractive, but I had no idea if you'd actually agree to come home with me. The moment you agreed I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Not only did I win that bet, I also got you, love."
A flicker of understanding began to dawn, the fragments of her confession finally fitting together to form a picture that sent a chill down your spine. As her words wove a narrative of chance and daring, a realization washed over you, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.
You gestured between yourselves, encompassing the shared intimacy that had grown between you. "So... all of this," your voice wavered, the weight of the revelation palpable, "was just a result of a bet?"
The room seemed to hold its breath, the charged silence thickening as seconds ticked away. Your own voice, now tinged with a mixture of anger and disappointment, broke through the stillness. "Answer me, Momo." Your words hung in the air like a promise unfulfilled, the edges of your emotions frayed. "Was all of this just a game?"
In that suspended moment, a fragile tension stretched between you, a bridge between the reality you had crafted and the foundation that had been built on uncertain ground. And as the seconds slipped by, your resolve grew stronger, your heart heavy with realization.
With a mixture of heartache and determination, you rose from your place beside her, the weight of the truth now too much to bear. Without another word, you turned and walked away, leaving behind a room heavy with unspoken regret and a connection that had been both genuine and betrayed.
The door clicked softly behind you, sealing the tumultuous emotions within the room you had just left. The space outside felt liberating, yet the turmoil within you still churned as you tried to come to terms with the revelations that had shattered the fragile cocoon of trust you had nurtured.
With each step you took down the hallway, the echoes of her confession reverberated in your mind, a relentless chorus that seemed to amplify the ache in your chest. The past and the present intertwined, a tangle of emotions that left you questioning what was real and what was mere illusion.
As you walked, consumed by your thoughts, the sound of hurried footsteps approached from behind. Momo's voice, a fragile plea, broke through the barrier you had constructed around your heart. "Y/N, please wait."
You paused, your back turned to her, an unspoken battle raging within you. The part of you that had once been drawn to her, that had shared moments of intimacy and connection, warred with the newly-formed walls of caution and mistrust.
Her voice trembled as she spoke, her words a tapestry woven with remorse and a desperate yearning to mend what had been broken. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen like this."
Torn between your own emotions and her sincerity, you turned slightly to face her, your eyes holding a mixture of pain and skepticism. "Sorry? Do you realize what you've done?" Your voice carried a bitterness that mirrored the betrayal you felt.
Momo's gaze, wrought with guilt, met yours, her vulnerability exposed. "I know, and I regret it more than words can express. But please, you have to understand that even though the circumstances were wrong, my feelings for you are real."
A cascade of conflicting emotions swirled within you – the desire to believe, the remnants of affection, and the newfound wariness. "Real? How can I trust anything you say when you've treated me like a pawn in your game?"
Tears glistened in her eyes as she took a step closer, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Y/N, I fell in love with you. I regret the bet every single day, but I don't regret being with you. Please give me a chance to prove that my feelings are genuine."
You held her gaze, wrestling with your own heart. Her words resonated, tugging at the remnants of the bond you had shared. But the betrayal was still raw, the wounds too deep to ignore. "Momo, what you did... it shattered the trust I had in you. I don't know if I can ever trust you again."
Her lips quivered as she reached out a hand, as if trying to bridge the gap that had formed between you. "Please, Y/N, I understand if it takes time. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. I love you, and losing you is the biggest regret of my life."
The sincerity in her eyes was undeniable, the pain she felt palpable. But as much as you wanted to believe her, the shattered pieces of your trust remained scattered on the ground, an unfixable puzzle. With a heavy heart, you stepped away from her outstretched hand, a mixture of sadness and resolve in your voice. "Momo, I wish it were different, but I can't just forget what happened. I can't go back to how things were."
Her tears fell freely as she watched you, her heartbreak echoing your own. "Y/N, please..."
You shook your head, your voice firm despite the turmoil within. "I need to protect myself now, Momo. I can't risk my heart again."
With those final words, you turned away from her once more, leaving behind a shattered connection and aching hearts. The echoes of your footsteps mingled with her sobs, the hallway bearing witness to a love that was both beautiful and irreparably broken.
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call me at midnight
momo misses you - but in a completly different way than you thought.
I got a special inspiration for this >_<, something short bc im working on lots of other things ; phone sex ; bottom!momo (omg what????) ; degradation ; praising
men dni.
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Twice's fifth world tour through many countries, almost all continents and even more cities.
Of course you're happy, it's incredible that her group is so popular.
But you are someone who misses other people very quickly.
Momo is no exception to this.
You lie awake in your bed, the clock reads 9 pm.
You're scrolling through social media when you decide to call Momo.
Even though she's on another continent and there's a big time difference, that doesn't stop you.
It rings once, twice, three times, and before it can ring a fourth time, she answers.
"Y/n!" she says, and you can tell from her tone that she has a big smile on her face.
"How are you?" you ask her, hoping not to interrupt anything important.
"Fine, we have several hours of rest, so I'm resting in the hotel room," she answers.
"Good for you" you say.
The two of you make small talk, Momo tells you funny things she has experienced - you listen.
But the mood begins to change a little (or completly) when you begin to compliment her.
"I've seen videos of the tour, you dance really well," you say, hearing her giggle.
And you know you've hit a nerve, you know how her brain melts when you compliment her in any way.
"Thanks," she says, but you don't stop.
"I wish I was here with you to show you how much I enjoyed your performance," you say in a lower voice with a flirtatious undertone.
You hear Momo start to breathe more heavily.
And you know exactly what she's doing when she says -
"Please keep talking."
Her voice is high as she finishes her sentence, her breathing not in time, but irregular.
"Why should I?" you ask, feeling the smile that comes to your lips.
"I need it," she answers, you are silent.
And Momo realizes that she knows what you want to hear.
"I need you," she says, a whimper at the end of the sentence.
Your smile widens as you laugh a little.
"You're really pathetic, Momo, you know that?"
You hear a moan, more unclean and heavy breathing.
And even though it's obvious what Momo is doing, you still ask -
"You're touching yourself, aren't you?"
She answers with a moan and you feel your cheeks turning red.
"You got horny because I complimented you?" you ask teasingly, stressing the complimented.
"Mhm-...y/n please," she replies.
"How pathetic that you get horny so quickly, Momo," you say with a little laugh.
You hear more whimpering, more moaning and more heavy breathing.
"I love it, honestly, what would the others think if they saw you like this? See how you immediately start touching yourself when I just say a few things to you?" you tease.
You smile as you hear her breathing quicken as she whispers "please-" and "I'm close-" several times.
"That fast?" you laugh.
"Do I make you that horny?" you ask, even though you know the answer.
"You're a little perverted, Momo," you say, and she moans louder.
You stop talking and listen to her.
"Please - y/n... fuck-..I'm -"
Your cheek gets redder and redder, and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, but you decide to ignore it.
You listen as she gets louder, her sounds getting higher and higher as she cums.
It's quiet for a few moments as she calms down.
"How was it?" you ask.
"Good, very good," she answers, still slightly out of breath.
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Momo and The Scent In The Dance Room
Male Reader X Momo
Word Count: 4.8K
A/N: The inspiration for this was to give more attention to the scents/smell of smut activities which I believe to be the most neglected of the 5 senses in writings, including my own. I could see why as it’s difficult, and often a bit too raw and dirty to write out but I enjoyed the writing this one, finding it a good challenge. If you have any thoughts or feedback I’d love to hear from you.
Also Happy Late Birthday Momo you are the cutest 🍑 in the world!
Scent is the most under appreciated of all the senses in the act of sex. Now you and your girlfriend Hirai Momo were guilty of also ignoring this powerful sense, focusing more on the touch, sight, taste, and hearing when alone in your bedroom.
But this all changed the night you stayed behind with Momo at the dance studio, you and your girlfriend shifting between different positions, bodies moving on instinct to the music being played on the speakers. The sound of your guys’s sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor blended in with the pop song being played loudly as the two of you moved to the rhythm, eyes on your own reflections in the gigantic mirror in front of you.
You were a couple of steps behind of course, which should be expected as your girlfriend is the dancing queen. But what surprises you most is how her speed hasn’t slowed at all despite the overwhelming heat in the room. Raising the temperature to such levels was her idea, some days choosing to keep it very cool and on this day very warm. This was Momo’s way of really pushing her body, making sure she has the ability to dance regardless of temperature.
“No more, I need a break,” you pant over the music. Momo doesn’t hear you or maybe she does but doesn’t acknowledge, her eyes still on her reflection and caught in a trance as her body grooves to the beat.
As you rest your back on the corner of the wall you take the chance to observe your charming girlfriend. She’s wearing a regular pare of sweats but what catches your eyes is how drenched her ass is from all the sweating and how you could make out the lines of her panties underneath. It didn’t help that she has a visible wedgie, her panties and pants having their fabric pulled into her ass, something that some may find embarrassing to watch but you find rousing. It is quite common in explosive dancing for your under garments to find themselves in uncomfortable positions and adjusting it continuously could become a hassle, so just leaving it be until after the session is over isn’t a bad idea.
Your eyes then move to the mirror where you see her reflection, watching attentively as the dance choreography involves a lot of lifting of the arms which allows you to catch continuous sights of her underarms, completely drenched with sweat and glistening under the light of the dance studio.
She was so seductive in these moments and watching her in her element like this, a sweaty and dirty mess that she was made it hard to turn away the dirty thoughts that were appearing.
The music finally comes to an end and Momo bends down resting her hands on her knees, sweat drops dripping from the tip of her nose, abs soaked as well with her navel visible from the tank top she’s wearing, abs tightening as she takes sharp intakes of air.
At this point the yearning for your girlfriend increases, you becoming more eager to quench this thirst that no doubt has been made in part by the rousing heat in the room, your body wanting nothing more than to cool down by removing your clothing and preferably hers as well.
“Ah, that was good,” Momo huffs as she picks herself up. “We’ve been going at it for a few hours now. I think that should be good.”
“I didn’t know this is what you go through each day,” you comment as you wave your shirt back and forth trying to find some coolness in this heat.
“I thought I’d make it extra rough since you wanted to join in today,” she teases, walking over to the wooden table by the doors entrance, pausing her phone to prevent the next song from being played.
Her back is turned to you as you watch with your heart racing, her bra strap visible from under her top, the drenched sweatpants, and the bitter scent in the air of her and your sweat combined made for a tantalizing experience. Maybe it was the pheromones that were guiding you but either way you bring yourself over to her, caressing her ass with your hands as you pressed light kisses to her neck.
“I mean… I wouldn’t mind doing something else that’s a bit rough,” you whisper into Momo’s ear as her eyes flutter, a low moan escaping her lips as you can see clearly she’s in heat herself and wants you just as bad despite not showing any clear signs earlier in the day, but then again you do know of Momo’s habit. Sometimes she’d watch you when you didn’t know, mesmerized by the way you move, your smile, and by the overall energy you bring. You typically wouldn’t even know about it until the clothes came off and you two would engage in some pillow talk.
“I-It’s getting late… and besides, this is the trainees room,” she stutters out unconvincingly as you know she wants this just as bad as you do. This was her way of playing tease, push and pull.
“The windows are tinted,” you grunt in her ear, tongue cleaning up some of the sweat on her shoulders but ends up making it a bit more messy. “And besides it’s late at night. It’s probably just you and me in the building. You’ve got the keys, no?” Turning her around so she now faces you, smirking when she gives a reluctant nod with eyes fluttering, her face reddened and her lower lip quivering.
“You’re just so fuckable,” you whisper as you bring your lips onto hers, initiating the first romantic encounter you two have had all day, knowing just how much Momo was aching for this as well. She was a homebody after all and loved being alone in your embrace, sometimes just watching tv with your cock warming her core or yours fingers lightly rubbing her cunt as you laid in bed after a tiring day.
Not being able to touch you all day as she was focused on her dance routine and on giving you the dancing experience made her an erotic mess, the anticipation building within her for this moment. Momo gets extremely horny on the days she does her intense exercise routines.
She knew what she was doing of course when she’d flash you her backside throughout the day, clear visible lines of her panties moistened and being pulled into her ass, her towel completely dry as she hadn’t bothered wiping off the sweat that had accumulated knowing you had your eyes on her throughout the day.
You guys had you lips locked, Momo being the first one to slip in her tongue, showing that despite the initial protest she was more than willing to help push the pace.
You and Momo stand in the middle of the room, tongue to tongue with your bodies pressed to each other. You can feel the sweat off Momo’s damp clothing as you press to each other, the sweat proof of the physical work the two of you have been putting in for the last few hours.
You tug at Momo’s tank as she raises her arms giving you room to pull it off, though it takes some tugging as it sticks to her body, the material of the shirt hugging at her due to the excess sweat. She tugs at yours as well as you break the kiss, throwing your own shirt off to speed up the process. Momo steps back and begins to unclasp her black bra, dropping to the ground as she lightly kicks it to the side.
“In a rush are we?” You tease as she rolls her eyes, your eyes glued to her full breasts with their firmness in shape, the nipples a bright pink which slowly harden from the sudden exposure out of her bra. She bends down to deal with her sneakers and you get the full view of her drenched cleavage where the sweat looks to have built up, tiny individual drops rolling down ever so slowly and coming into contact with her areola before dripping to the ground. Your desire to have your mouth nibble at her perfect perky pink nipples leaves you with a growing bulge in your sweatpants.
You proceed to quickly tear off your own undergarments, tossing them to the side and not even taking the time to untie your shoes properly, instead opting to rip them off roughly and toss them anywhere that wasn’t directly in front of you.
You were left in your birthday suit, your massive erection pointing directly in Momo’s direction who has her shoes and socks off, but struggles with the sweatpants which stick to her toned legs as did the tank to her upper body earlier. The sweatpants turns inside out as she forcefully removes it off her feet, the inside of the sweatpants showing small patches of sweat that had built up over the dance session. You don’t opt to help her with removing her clothing, but rather stand there stroking your cock slowly, pre cum beginning to droop on your palm leading to the head of your cock to become quite sensitive as the liquid sticks to the tip.
This was a a sight you wanted to savor, your beautiful girlfriend a sweaty mess trying her quickest to get her clothes off so she could be stretched by you.
Just watching made your mouth dry despite the recent mouth-watering tongue to tongue action you two had when you were tongue deep in her mouth and vice versa. You watch as your girlfriend slowly takes her panties off with the wetness from between her crotch sticking to the fabric of the panties, breaking apart the further she pulls them down before she tosses them aside where they land next to her bra. There was a very obvious patch of her juices covering the area where the cunt sits on her panties and you were definitely going to find an excuse to keep those for later.
You walk slowly to Momo, hands immediately caressing her backside as your mouth crashed with hers, no longer dry as your tongues swirl in each others mouth, breath hitching between you two as you both need to break to take a sharp intake of breath. “Are you trying to eat my mouth?” She says playfully in between the kiss and all you can do is grunt in response, finding the taste of her mouth ecstatic and the sound of your entangled tongues lewd and lascivious. Your cock rested on her stomach causing the tip of your throbbing penis with its growing precum to touch her abs, causing a jolt to run through you due to the sensitivity of your cock’s head, your precum sitting nicely atop her naval area.
As you pull away you’re suddenly reminded of the dance practice where your eyes were pulled to her armpits. How nice they looked every time they were exposed and how you, in that moment, understood why some people really find armpits very attractive. Might as well give it a try.
You lift her arms up as she looks at you confusingly with a pout and her brows furrowed, pressing your tongue against her glistening armpit as she lets out a cry, not expecting the sudden sensation.
“N-not there babe,” Momo sighs as you let your tongue lather her underarm, Momo fidgeting under the ticklish touch of your tongue. This was a completely new experience for the two of you. The thought of eating her armpit out as though it was her cunt was never something that really crossed your mind but the way it was saturated with sweat as she danced just looked so… beautiful.
It doesn’t make sense, but then again it’s late at night in a dance studio and you two are naked in a room brimming with humidity. Now was not the time to worry about being “normal.”
Momo squirms as you continue to flicker your tongue at her armpit. Your other hand slides down Momo’s abdomen until you reach her cunt, using your fingers to rub at her folds as her whimpers now become drawn out moans, her hips bucking as the pace with which you rub her sensitive area hits a frantic pace.
Her armpit itself was smooth with there being a salty taste to it, unsurprising as it was where the sweat had built up throughout the dance practice.
You could feel your hands moistened from her cum as you finally pull yourself off of her underarm, gauging Momo’s reaction to see how she took that sudden fondling. Her red lipstick was slightly smeared with the plumpness of her lips sharing a resemblance with her throbbing pussy lips which itself was heavy with arousal, hair a disheveled mess with her bangs sticking to her forehead messily, and breathing heavy with her knees lightly trembling from the pleasure. You took that as a very good sign.
“That’s off the bucket list,” you joke as Momo responds with “Never knew you wanted to fuck my armpits.”
“Neither did I,” you whisper to yourself, surprised at you own sudden attraction to her underarm.
“Wait a second babe, I’m sweating up a storm here,” Momo says breaking the hold you had on her to make her way to the thermometer on the other side of the room when you stopped her, grabbing her by the wrists and turning her around. You wrap your arms around her legs before lifting Momo up as she lets out a shuddering cry at suddenly being lifted in the air.
“It’s kinda nice like it is, don’t you think? Makes this more hot, figuratively and literally,” You ask as you see her pull a sheepish smile while shaking her head, probably thinking how big of a perv you are but knowing that she was one too deep down.
With that reassurance Momo wraps her legs around your waist as you walk over to the long table where your phones and other gadgets sit and set her down.
Momo’s bare cheeks on the table causes a chill to run through her body as you spread her legs, bending down and planting a trail of kisses along Momo’s inner thighs, taking your time to get to her pretty pink pussy.
It’s a much dirtier scent than that of which you’re used to when having sex with a clean bathed Momo who typically smells of her peach creams and high end perfumes.
This on the other hand is more erotic and defiled, a scent of a woman who is at her most raw and most dirty, who has spent the last few hours engaging in intense bodily work which is responsible for this bitter scent which you find utterly arousing. It’s a musky smell that is quite strong on the nose, a bitter tinge to it but you find yourself loving even this part of your dancing queen girlfriend. This smell is raw, more carnal and frankly for some, maybe even gross.
This is the reality of sex outside of scented perfumes and shampoos. This is an unclean eroticism, the dirtiness of it feeling deeply primal. Momo herself doesn’t seem to care or worry that her scent may be coming off as more harsh than usual as her mind is simply on the toe curling pleasure that you are putting her through. And you don’t care either as you find the scent intoxicating and this entire situation exciting, wanting nothing more than to ravish Momo as though you two were wild animals wanting to engage in each others body in their most dirty state.
You press your mouth to her cunt and immediately taste the zesty and salty pussyfolds that are lubricated with her juices but also moist from sweat. “Fuck baby, do it like you always do,” Momo groans as her hands begin to softly tug at your dampened hair.
“Of course, love. I know just how you like it.”
First you inhale and then blow at her cunt, causing her to squirm at the sudden cool air and causing her to let out a whimper, her legs tapping quickly on the wooden floor, loving the feeling as goosebumps being to appear throughout her body. You lift her legs up so they’re now resting on your shoulders to give you deepest access to her folds. First you nibble at her clit, sucking on it as your fingers pump her inside, your hand moistened more and more each time you plunge in and out.
“Keep going babe,” Momo begs and you continue to give her what she wants. You trace around Momo’s pussy with your tongue, the salty taste being quite strong to swallow but you don’t mind in your current state of impassioned ecstasy. You take time to tease her as well, taking your mouth off of her lower lips and instead using your tongue to lap at her inner thighs.
“Not right now, Y/N,” she whines as you smile to yourself while nibbling the inside of her thigh before returning to the intoxicatingly musky cunt in front of you.
You let your tongue rest just above the clit where her neatly trimmed hair sits, now a disheveled mess from being drenched in sweat, and proceed to go up and down in a completely straight line as your tongue lathers up her sex, Momo letting out desperate, filthy noises in response. You go low enough to where your tongue is now lightly brushing against her taint. You flick at it, letting the tangy scent so close to her nether area intoxicate you with its strong aroma. Momo can only let out soft whimpers in response.
Now you return to her swollen cunt where you part her lips and stick your tongue into her hole, starting off slow and controlled before going frenetic, licking up and down the entire cunt, even the very few trimmed hair she has down there getting caught up in your frantic pace.
“Fuck baby just like that,” Momo moans having her hands in your sweaty hair, gently pushing your face closer to her sex as she grinds her hips into your mouth. When Momo grinds into your face with her hips like that you know she’s getting desperate, wanting you to use your tongue to go deeper, make her pussy a sloppy mess.
You include your fingers as well, pumping her inner hole as your let your tongue nip at her bud that has slightly swelled due to arousal. Her wet juices and the sweat mix together to create a torrent of wetness that engulfs your fingers. Each time you pull out your finger it’s more damp than before, the wetness from her slit steadily increasing in quantity.
You lift yourself up, immediately crashing your lips onto hers, giving her the opportunity to taste herself, a little kink you know she has. Something about the idea of tasting herself always turned her on and the fact that the mediator is you makes it even better.
Tongues collide and you stay in this position allowing Momo to taste the lewdness of her most precious area. She moans into it and grabs the back of your neck with one hand, the other helping her keep balance as she leans back slightly on the table, desperate to get more of the taste that has her addicted, the mixture of her cum mixed with your hot breath, the bitter smell of her sex and the sharp scent of your sweat.
You step back from the kiss as her hot breath lingers on your face, admiring the work of art in from of you. Momo’s bangs were stuck to her forehead due to the lather from the sweat. Her cheeks flushed, sweat soaking her toned body with drops slowly tumbling down falling into her naval area, the small amount of pubic hair she has around her cunt being a mess from the mixture of sweat, your spit and her wetness.
There’s also a noticeable moist smudge where Momo’s ass sits on the table, accumulating over the time she’s spent sitting there as her body heat increased from the sex and the room temperature. The humidity of the room has turned you both into a sweating mess, but that only increases the carnal pleasure of the whole situation.
“I need to cum baby. You’ve made me wait long enough,” Momo hums to you as she lays down on the table, legs spread in the air with her hole in complete view, her folds wet and slathered in her cream.
“It’s getting hot in here. Let’s finish this up,” you reply with a low growl, using the heat of the room as the excuse for why you’re in a hurry, when the reality is that you don’t know how long you’ll be able to last without cumming.
You align your cock with her center, rubbing the head against the lips of her pussy, the warmth emanating from her slit and the friction of your most intimate parts causing the two of you to moan out, the noise coming from her closer to gasps and hums as the long night of pleasure has made her very sensitive down there.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” Momo spits as she lightly kicks at your abs with one of her legs that’s swaying in the air. You laugh at this, so deeply in love with this woman whom you have done so many dirty, perverted things with because she draws these parts out of you that you never knew you had.
And right now with her laying on the table, both her upper lips and pussy lips swollen, sweat covering her breasts and abdomen, and her bottom lip quivering in anticipation, you knew what you wanted most was to make this a night she’d never forget.
To have her remember that on this night you had reduced her to a sweating fuck bunny who didn’t care what smell she was emitting or what she tasted like. In this moment she was cock hungry, hungry for your cock, and all she wanted was for you to imprint yourself into her forever.
“Alright love, I’ll give you just what you want,” is your response as you bury your cock into her in one fell swoop, giving her no time to adjust as you immediately begin plunging yourself into her.
“Fuck you’re so big baby,” Momo sobs as your hands grip her waist, hands having a difficult time holding onto her as they begin to slip from the sweat, but you immediately adjust yourself anytime that happens, loving the way your hands sink into her sides making her slim abdomens that much more prominent.
She wraps her legs around your waist, making your heart throb furiously. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing you little fuck bunny,” you groan out as Momo gives you a little smirk in between her gasps and moans, knowing that the feeling of her legs wrapping around you is all it takes to push you over the edge.
Your pace becomes accelerated, the table wiggling under the pressure as Momo lets out high-pitched shrieks, feeling the heat pooling in her lower back, not just from the pool of sweat beneath her on the table but from the approaching climax causing her body to tremble.
Your hands grip Momo’s tits and begin to roughly pinch at her nipples, angry at yourself for not giving these beautiful bosoms more love earlier. The aggressive tug on her nipples has her cry out from the sting that now reverberates throughout her body but her focus is turned to the pleasure that’s about to burst like a dam within her.
“I’m gonna cum!”
Momo screams as you feel her clench around you, walls fluttering around your cock.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too love,” is all your able to breathe out as your hips stutter, one last powerful thrust into Momo’s cunt as you spill yourself inside of her, body convulsing from the sheer pleasure. Your eyes drift to Momo who is breathing heavily, mouth wide open and eyes directed to you in a loving gaze.
You pulled your cock out and watched as your cum slowly drifted out, grabbing your towel which was nearby to wipe your falling semen.
“That was crazy,” Momo breathes out as she sits up and lifts herself off the table, falling into your arms as you two share a sheepish smile, embarrassment settling in after that animalistic fuck session.
She lets out an audible gasp when she turns around and sees the state of the wooden table that you two just fucked on.
“Is all of that seriously my sweat?” She asks in confusion pointing at the part of the table on which her ass sat and her back rested on, completely drenched with sweat. Well it’s not just sweat, some pussy juice too you thought to yourself.
“Good thing your towel’s still dry,” you chuckle, using her towel from before to wipe the table clean, though there’s not much you can do about the smell.
Momo goes to the corner of the room where she had thrown her clothes. She lifts her panties up and notices the damp patch where her slit directly sat, feeling bashful at the physical proof of her smutty behavior.
“Save that for me,” you yell looking in Momo’s direction as you roughly throw on your under garments, in too much of a daze from the pleasure to care about the dampness of the clothes that makes them feel heavier than usual.
“Save them?” Momo asks brows knitted in confusion.
“Yeah… I uh… think I’ve got a thing for smells now,” you explain bashfully, realizing how embarrassing it is to tell the girl in front of you how turned on you are by her bodily scent.
“I just think you smell hot,” you blurt out, eyes directed to the floor. You look up and glance at Momo’s face to gauge her reaction to your sudden confession, but to your surprise she wasn’t looking at you but rather around the room, nose continuously sniffing.
“Speaking of smells… what are we gonna do about the room?”
Good question. Your guys’s nose had adapted to the tangy, bitter smell of sex in the air but what would the inhabitants tomorrow think? It was pretty obvious that a cunt was ravished in this room judging from the scent.
Oh well, not much you can do today.
You pick up your phone and see that the time is well passed midnight. That would be a problem for the two of you trying to get back home in damped clothing. You suddenly got an idea.
“Let’s just sleep over.”
“Huh?” Momo responds in confusion.
“Why not? It’s super late and it’s not like we can clean the smell in this room. None of us brought any perfume with us. Might as well wait until it’s gone in the morning, and we can then empty it out for the trainees.”
You could see on Momo’s face that she wasn’t entirely convinced, looking at you completely deadpan.
“They’ve got a shower here, don’t they?”
Upon hearing that you see Momo’s eyes flash, giving in to your idea.
“Well.. alright. I don’t think it’s a bad idea to stay especially since it’s so late and our clothes are so dirty. But we have to be up by 8 and empty out, you hear me?”
You nod your head, knowing that the doors open at 8 for the rookie trainees while Momo and the rest of the more seasoned veterans have 24 hours access with their keys. The only rule was that certain rooms had to be emptied by 8 in the morning, one of them happening to be the room you two were in.
“Let’s hope the smell clears up by morning,” Momo murmurs as she begins to put on her panties, causing you to internally groan, hoping those would be the pair that you’d get to keep as a memento for today.
“I’ll hop in the shower. By the time we wake up tomorrow our clothes should be dry,” she states, fully clothed and keys in hand.
“You know, now that I’m thinking we do have this place all to oursel-“
“No way mister.”
She cuts you off with a stern face. You knew what her answer would be, going for round 2 here being counterproductive to wanting the scent of sex in the air removed, but you thought you’d give it a try.
Momo gives you a smile, finding your behavior enduring. “I’m off then, bye.”
She blows you a kiss as you wave her off. It was an exciting day and you got to see a side of yourself that you didn’t know you had, while also seeing a side of Momo you hadn’t seen before. Or better said… hadn’t smelled before.
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