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sydflow · 11 months

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Flippin' Demon Dog

Momo x gn!reader

-pure fluff

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: The demon dog isn't so demonic? Huh?

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Boo loved to cause trouble; that little furball really was a devil sent straight from hell. His poor brother, Dobby, would end up all rough housed by the end of the day.

But even then, Momo loved the dog as if he were her own child. It was hard for her to take him on walks; he would find ways to tangle her up and then escape. Like that one time at the park, he ran around her as she stumbled over his leash before falling, her grip loosening. Boo took that moment and ran straight into the nearby pond to attack the ducks. Fortunately, no feathers were damaged that day, but Momo did suffer a pretty nasty bruise on her hip.

Every time she brought Boo to the dorms, he would make a scene. He would destroy the pillows, chew on shoes (Jihyo almost cried when she discovered that her favorite sneakers had been transformed into a new pair of slides), and bark at everything and anything. The dishwasher, the fridge, out the window—he would run and drop things along the way. He would torture the unfortunate members until they managed to lure him into Momo's room and lock him in for the remainder of the night.

Even though you had been visiting the dorms for a month, and had been dating Momo for five, you had never seen her dogs. But you were fond of the way she talked about them and how much love she expressed whenever she would gush and show you pictures of them. Although you were able to see Dobby clearly, most of Boo’s pictures were just a brown, furry blur.

You never had a pet dog, so you were always cautious around them, unlike others who would grab a dog by the cheeks and squeeze them when passing by. You preferred using a softer technique, such as a gentle pat on the head or perhaps just a simple wave to the dog's owner. But hearing Momo talk about her dogs got you really excited to meet them, even if you were nervous of Boo’s energy. And on a random Thursday, Momo decided to invite you over. Saying that she’s bored and the members are planning a movie night and that she very dearly misses you.

So off you went to meet the girl of your dreams. Momo had completely forgotten she had brought Boo and Dobby with her, and the only thing on her mind was you. She skids towards the door when she hears the doorbell ring and giddily opens the door. "Hey baby!"

She engulfs you in a bear hug as you wrap your arms around her, snuggling into her warmth. She helps you take off your coat and notices you're still wearing your work clothes.

"Go to my room and take out a pair of pjs; the girls are getting everything ready. White dresser, second drawer from the bottom. Meet me in the living room, lovey" You slighty blush at the nickname and Momo pinches your cheeks before letting you go. You walk past the living room, waving and greeting the girls, before making your way to Momo’s room.

As soon as you enter Momo’s room you begin to rummage through her pajamas before finding a fluffy pair and putting them on. Midway into your pants, you hear a soft yip behind you. The sudden sound startled you as you quickly turned around to see where the sound came from.

And that’s the moment you make eye contact with Momo’s dog. You can tell by the fur color that Boo is the one awake. Dobby peacefully sleeps next to where Boo has just woken up. Momo’s words echo in the back of your mind:

Boo’s always hyper, but he’s the most hyper when he wakes up.

Shit. You begin to feel nervous and uneasy as he takes small, extremely condescending steps in your direction.

"H-hey little guy" You stammer out. Slowly, you reach down to softly pet his head, and he comes closer to smell your hand before rubbing against it. You were confused by what Momo meant when she said he was so hyper. Boo is absolutely adorable. You giggle when he licks your hand, and you begin to become less cautious when patting his head. You start to rub behind his ears as he leans closer to you. And you totally forget about going back out to start movie night and instead choose to spend some time doting over this lovable dog.

Momo, however, noticed how long you were gone.

"Gosh, I’m so tired," Jeongyeon groans, falling onto the couch, "Momo’s fucking demon dog ate my lunch, and I had to make another one, twice!" she scoffs.

Then it hits her, "I sent y/n to my room." All the girls stare at her, wide-eyed.

"You just sent your partner to their death," Dahyun mumbles.

"I was just starting to like them too," Tzuyu grumbles, sitting on the couch, crossing her arms.

Momo rolls her eyes at them before making her way into her room.

She dreads the thought of hearing growls from her room. But the deafening silence that appears seems to worry her even more. God damn it, she’s too late. She'll have to find a place to bury the body.

Quickly, she pushes the door open and witnesses a sight that she’d never thought she would see. Boo was letting you pet him, like you were actually caressing him. He nuzzled into your lap as you smoothed his fur.

"Y/n," she whispers. Both you and Boo look up at her, and she finds the sight so adorable.

"Hi Momo, you didn’t tell me you brought your dogs with you." You stand up with Boo in your arms. "He’s so cute." Boo softly yips once again as you begin to dot on him. "Oh yes, you are such a cute little puppy, so gentle and soft." He licks your finger when you poke him on the nose.

"Ah haha" Momo’s confused and worried laugh breaks your attention: "The girls are ready for movie night, so I suggest leaving the calm and charming," She grits the words through her teeth, "Boo here, so he-"

"Aww Momo, please," you whine, "can we watch the movie with him? I promise he won’t be bothersome, right boo?" You turn to the dog.

Did he just fucking nod? Momo thought her right eye twitched a bit. He’s trying to steal my lover; what a mutt. Her fists slightly clench. "Yes, of course, anything you want, love." She feigns her preppy attitude while you follow her to the living room. Boo still in your arms his head on his shoulder as he looks back at Momo. He pushes his tongue out, which causes Momo to glare at him and do the same.

"Holy shit," Jeongyeon says, once you walk in, everyone’s eyes zero down onto the dog in your arms.

"They tamed the beast," Sana mutters, and they all watch as you set Boo on the floor before taking a seat on the couch. They all watch as your arms make their way to lift him up, and they all wince at what’s to come. But there’s not a single growl, bark, or bite, just a content grumble as you begin to pet him.

“So what are we watching?”

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Sweets for my Sweet

day 10 and im still tired but we carry on!! i hope you all enjoy this one!!a hirai momo x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

Momo giggled cutely as she watched you spread the blanket onto the living room floor. You grunt as you do it continuously to make sure the fabric is flat on the ground, and after the nth time, the Japanese woman couldn't help but laugh.

You look over your shoulder with an amused smile before complaining, "You could help your amazing girlfriend of three years you know, Momoring."

She shakes her head, walking up behind you, a hand pressing onto your back, patting it gently. "I like making you work for my attention." Momo explains before plopping onto the couch in the living room as you set up your home date. "Yeah, like I didn't do that before we got together." You mutter only for Momo to whine, making you laugh heartily.

You glance over at her pouting face before you shuffle your way over to her. Your hands cup her jaw and coo at her faux sad face, pecking her lips delicately thrice before she giggles. Returning to press the fabric onto the floor, keeping it in place with a series of pillows before you.

You scatter a series of bowls, saucers, and two wine glasses around the floor. Satisfied with your work, you smile before pouring the wine into the glasses you prepared. "Tomi 2013...From our first date."

Momo smiles before finding her place beside you, taking the glass from your hand. You whisper, "Happy anniversary, sweetness." Your glasses clink together as you do, sipping the wine after.

"Happy anniversary Y/n." The dancer replies before pressing her forehead to yours, the smell of the wine fusing with her breath. She presses her lips to yours quickly before pulling away to look at the array of fruits you prepared earlier in the day. "Strawberries dipped in chocolate? Banana and whipped cream? What do you want, sweet Momoring?"

Momo laughs before taking another sip of wine, "Surprise me."

You roll your eyes, "Still making me do all the work, pretty girl?" Your girlfriend leans closer to you in a challenging manner. You feel goosebumps rise on your arms as Momo says, "What can I say, you always look good when you're in control."

You smirk and pluck a strawberry from the top of the bowl, swirling it in the thick chocolate substance. Momo eyes how you slowly guide the fruit into her mouth. As it presses to her lips, she takes a tentative bite, moaning at the sweet and savory taste mixing in her mouth.

You pull your hand away, taking a bite from the same piece. Before sipping down your wine, and Momo can't take her eyes off your throat, the way it looks as you swallow...imagining what else you could do with your mouth.

She is cut out of her thoughts with your voice.

You cover you mouth while you chewed heartily on the strawberry in your mouth, "Can you pass me that bottle, sweetie?" Momo eyes the half full glass and an idea sparks in her head. She smirks and picks the cup up, swirling the dark red liquid in the bottle before lifting it to press to her pink lips.

Curiosity fills you as she crawls over to you, her cheeks puffed with the rich liqueur. Before you can ask anything, her lips are on yours, clumsily pushing her tongue between your lips. A gasp falls from you as the liquid trickles into your mouth, hints of strawberry and Momo's peach lip gloss adding to the taste.

Overtaken by a sort of thirst, you lick her lip taking any residue of the drink on your tongue. Momo moans softly before you pull away, a smirk forming on your face. Your girlfriend bites her lip as you whisper, "I'm never drinking anything any other way again..."

You both laugh softly before you lean forward taking her lips against yours. Wanting to deepen the kiss, you place your hand on the back of her neck. You sit up to get a better angle at Momo's lips. The room around you both getting hotter and hotter as your mouths and tongues moved in tandem.

You pull away, moving your gaze to the untouched bowls of sweet toppings you'd prepared for the evening. You lean over to pick up the bowl of chocolate, swirling your index finger in it. Upon pulling your finger out, you see Momo's eyes glued to your finger.

"Some sweets are just better with partners..." You smear the chocolate on your girlfriend's awaiting and trembling lip. Shuffling impossibly closer, your lips a mere breathe away from her own. Not waiting for a response, you suck on her lower lip. Your tongue working dutifully to lap up every bit of the sweet, sticky substance.

The dancer can only moan as you assault her lip. When you pull away, she sees the clouds in your eyes and it floods her pants with need. You repeat the process on her neck, trickling the dark chocolate down her skin, quickly licking up her neck.

"So sweet, Momo...Simply delicious..." You whisper against her pulse, sucking and making sure to leave your mark. Momo only nods and clutches your shoulder with a spell of bliss over her mind. "Y-Y/n..." She moans as you hum against her skin.

You look up and her mouth is agape, hair beginning to become disheveled, and her pale cheeks tinted a tomato red. It makes you grin wickedly. "I-I want more..." She asks softly, her voice small and very obviously embarrassed.

You nod against her, hands busy unbuttoning her silky top, her own busy pawing at your back. Wordlessly begging you to hurry. When her shirt slips off her shoulders, you stare at her in awe, heavy breasts nipples hardening from being exposed to the open air and her taut stomach flexing from restraining herself.

"Excited are we sweetie?" You ask, your hand palming her chest. She breathes a desperate moan. "Y/n..."

You reach over the blanket to get the can of whipped cream as you lay Momo on her back. You place a kiss in between her two mounds, "Tell me if you want me to stop, understand Momo?"

She nods frantically and with her go ahead, you spray the cool cream onto her stomach all the way up to her right boob. You feel her shudder in your arms from the cold substance. Your quick to lick the cream up her body, making sure that every bit of it is in your mouth.

You give extra attention to her nipple, suckling and nipping making the dancer cry out and her hand is on the back of your head. The hand that rest on the small of her back slithered to her front as you grab her cunt in your hand, groaning at the dampness that soaked through the expensive fabric.

Momo releases a loud whine as you tease her dripping cunt.

"Am I going to have to clean this up too or...?" You emphasised by grinding the heel of your hand into her throbbing clib Momo rolls her eyes to the back of her head and pulls you back up, her lips over yours instantly. You feel her lips upturn her sticky body sidles up to yours. "I can think of a few things you can clean up first, baby."

You grin excitedly, like a kid on Christmas, your head dipping down to her legs, whipped cream can in hand, "Happily, sweetness."

again, not super explicit but honestly i liked this one while i was writing it HAHAHAH tell me what yall think of my kinktober roster and if im doing a good job :"") anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this and i will see you all soon!! take care my lovelies, i love you all so, so much!! - r

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jihyology · 1 year

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THE TASTE ON YOUR LIPS | hirai momo.

HELLO!! @serpendity-stuff I was your secret Santa, I hope you enjoy this, and merry christmas!!

— WARNINGS: fluff, momo ate some of your pizza 💔

You always stared at the stars wistfully, eyes alight with a twinkling shine.

In ways, they vaguely emphasised the roles each soul had in the universe, but instead, a serene version not plagued by the immorality of sticky and tarred mindsets.

Regardless, each star had its own shine, even without the effect of amplified constellations.

You suspected twice was the constellation you held a role within, all prominent within their own rights; but a beacon of solace altogether.

A buzz softly fizzed against your leg, and your awed stare broke reluctantly from the window before you; turning instead to the vigorously humming phone left discarded on your pillow.

“Hello?” You hummed, voice calm and soft.

“I’m outside,” a voice abruptly croaked, “open up— the pizzas getting cold.” You heard Momos voice crackle from the speaker. You slightly chuckled at the whine she let out; no doubt pouting as she shuffled the sleeves of her shirt to generate heat.

“Okay, okay, I’m running, I’m running,”

You huffed slightly, grimacing at the slight ache in your legs. You couldn’t have said how long you had been staring through your window, but you were certain it must’ve been a while.

“Well, didn’t they just send the prettiest delivery girl.” You hummed, opening the wooden door widely for your grumbling best friend to walk through, her cheeks rosy and pigmented.

“Less talk, more eat.” She glared faintly, composed of hunger and humor. You shook your head, rolling your eyes with a small smile.

“Me or food, who are you choosing?” Momo frowned, squinting as she gave you a once-over. Her eyes comically darted between you and the discarded pizza box she almost protectively hovered above.

“Food. You can’t survive without food.”

You gasped theatrically, a hand clutching onto your heart, and knees buckling dramatically beneath you, making you grip onto your table for stability.

“Momo. . . How - how could you?” You brokenly whispered, falling in a heap on the cold tiled floor.

“Get up, you big toddler.” She laughed slightly, kicking your side lightly. “I’ll eat all of this without you.” She motioned to the closed box on the table.

“I don’t think so, peaches.” You quickly jumped up, practically diving onto the box in-front of her. You opened it quickly, humming at the smell of the pizza, when you were with momo you always shared a certain pizza; as a sort of compromise between the two of you.

“Momo.”

She winced.

“Why is it missing two slices?”

The Japanese woman fumbled slightly, a petrified expression painting her features.

“I- uh- those greeds! They ate some of our pizza, we should sue.” She squeaked out uncertainly, her cheeks suspiciously puffed, as she shook her head slightly.

“Open your mouth.”

“Mmph.” She shook her head again, lips pinched together.

Wordlessly, you shifted in your place to face her, and abruptly pounced on her. A small squeal escaped her, and the two of you shuffled around on the thin sofa you sat on.

“Open—“

“No—“

Finally, the two of you stopped your movement, now aware of the position the both of you were in. You were looming over Momo slightly, legs straddling her.

Momo gulped loudly, swallowing the remains of the pizza she had eaten. The action pulled your attention, and your eyes flickered go her lips.

The two of you remained silent, engulfed with the heavy breaths falling from eachothers mouths. Heat fanned against your cheeks in patters, scented with faint mint and banana.

Her nose was a hair away from your own, and the vaguely frozen feel of it was quite the contrast from the warm air.

“That was the ultimate betrayal, you know.” You whispered, and you felt Momos gaze fall onto your lips.

“How about we kiss and make up?” She softly spoke back. Shakily, you nodded, breath hitching.

“How about it.” You hummed, and within a second Momos lips were firmly against yours.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When She Compares You To Her Ex ~ Twice Reaction

Nayeon:

It took a moment for you to realise what you heard Nayeon say, taking a deep breath as you spun around to face her. “Say it again,” you told her, wanting to know that you were right.

“Y/N, don’t do this,” Nayeon told you, resting her head into her hands dejectedly.

Your head shook straight away back across at her, “tell me what you just said to me again, tell me how much you hate that I’m not as chatty as H/E/N was.”

“I don’t want to say it again,” Nayeon told you with a sigh, “I shouldn’t have even said it for the first time to you.”

“I can’t believe you decided to just say that to me.”

Nayeon struggled to know what to do as you looked away from her. “I can’t say sorry enough, it was so stupid of me.”

“I’ve done nothing to you,” you reminded her, something that she knew too. “You always told me that our relationship was a fresh start for you.”

She nodded in agreement with you, “it is a fresh start for me, I guess for some reason H/E/N just popped into my head.”

“Really?” You chuckled, “just a sudden reminder that they’re better.”

“They’re not better than you Y/N.”

Jeongyeon:

Your hands ran through your hair as Jeongyeon spoke, trying your best to keep yourself relaxed. “If H/E/N was so good to you then why don’t you go back to them instead?”

“Why would you say that?” Jeongyeon quizzed, looking cluelessly to you.

A roll of the eyes followed from you at how oblivious Jeongyeon was. “Do you not hear yourself making the constant digs at me about H/E/N, Jeongyeon?”

“When? I’ve never compared you to H/E/N,” she defended, surprised when your head shook back at her in response.

“You don’t even realise you’re doing it to me, do you?”

Jeongyeon shrugged as she struggled to know what to say, “if I’ve ever compared you to H/E/N, then I never meant to do it Y/N.”

“You do it so much it’s become a habit for you,” you identified, “all this time and you’ve never once realised how much it hurts me to be compared.”

Her head nodded as Jeongyeon listened intently to you, “if I ever do it again, tell me, and I’ll make sure that I apologise.”

“Every time?” You questioned, “because I could be doing it quite often.”

“Every single time you can do it.”

Momo:

The moment that you heard Momo, you stood up from where you were, quickly looking around for your bag. “I shouldn’t be here,” you muttered to yourself as you moved.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Momo called out as she watched you move.

You looked back at her momentarily, “if you’re just going to keep sitting there and talking about H/E/N then what’s the point of me being here?”

“I’m not just talking about H/E/N,” Momo told you, surprised to see your head shaking back across as she protested.

“It’s all you’ve done today, what has gotten into you?”

A slight sigh came from Momo as she looked across at you, “I didn’t realise that I was doing it, I guess that it just came out.”

“Just came out?” You challenged, “I could appreciate if that happened once, but it’s about five times you’ve done it tonight, let alone the other times.”

You caught Momo’s head nodding out of the corner of your eye, “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you, but please just stay.”

“Will you stop talking about H/E/N?” You asked, “focus on me?”

“I promise that I’ll do that.”

Sana:

Your head shook in disbelief as you heard Sana speak, knowing that she knew exactly what she’d said too. “Why would you say that?” You asked, deciding to keep your voice calm.

“I didn’t mean to,” Sana mumbled, unable to bring herself to look at you.

After a few moments, you stood up from where you were sat. “I make one mistake and the first thing that you think to do is compare me to H/E/N?”

“I just didn’t know what to say,” Sana tried her best to tell you, “I should’ve thought and not said that at least.”

“Is this how it’s going to be when I’m not good enough?”

Sana’s head shook back at you straight away, “it was a one-time thing, I’d never say anything like that to you and really mean it.”

“If you didn’t mean it, then why say it?” You questioned, watching on as Sana stuttered, struggling to know what the right thing to say was in reply to you.

Sana looked back to you with a sigh, “I wish I could answer you, but I really don’t know why I said that just then.”

“I don’t know if that’s better,” you admitted, “I just don’t understand.”

“All that I can say is sorry Y/N.”

Jihyo:

You kept your eyes looking forwards as you heard Jihyo walk into the room, occupying yourself with your phone instead. “I’m busy,” you spoke as you felt her come closer.

“Don’t be like that,” Jihyo asked of you as she took a seat at the end of the bed.

Your head shook slightly as you felt the bed dip, letting go of a sigh. “If you’ve come here to tell me that you’re sorry or that you didn’t mean it, save it.”

“Of course, I’m sorry,” Jihyo quickly told you, “I shouldn’t have said what I said, there was no need for me to do it.”

“I can’t exactly argue with that, there really was no need.”

Jihyo shifted her body so that she was facing you properly, “I get why you’re mad, I don’t expect things to go back to normal either.”

“How can things just go back to normal?” You enquired. “How many times have I done something, and you’ve compared me to what H/E/N used to do.”

Jihyo struggled to know what to say as you asked your question, “not as often as you think that I have done.”

“You’ve still done it though,” you whispered, “and that’s what hurts me.”

“I know, and I really am sorry.”

Mina:

You could tell that Mina wasn’t exactly impressed as she walked into your apartment, looking around at the mess. “I’ve not had much time to be able to tidy I’m afraid.”

“Even H/E/N wasn’t this messy,” Mina jokingly remarked back to you.

Unlike Mina though, you weren’t laughing, the expression on your face blank. “I’m sorry that I can’t compare to H/E/N if that’s how you’re feeling then.”

“H/E/N?” Mina asked you as you quickly began to move around your apartment and put things where they belonged.

“You said H/E/N’s name, don’t even pretend like you didn’t.”

A faint sigh escaped from Mina, “I’m sorry, I thought it was a funny thing to say, but quite clearly it wasn’t a funny thing at all.”

“I don’t want to be like H/E/N because I’m Y/N,” you pointed out, “if that’s something you find hard, then maybe we need to rethink a few things.”

Mina began to move to help you to tidy up too, “I won’t mention H/E/N’s name ever again, there’s no need to.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, “I don’t need to be compared to anyone else.”

“Of course, no one is like you Y/N.”

Dahyun:

No one quite knew where to look as Dahyun mumbled to herself, with everyone hearing her. “Excuse me?” You asked her, feeling Momo’s arm move around you.

“What?” Dahyun innocently asked, feeling you and the girls staring at her.

A shake of the head came from Jihyo who was on the other side of you too, “do you not realise what you just said? Or are you just pretending it didn’t happen?”

“Me?” Dahyun quizzed, looking around to see everyone nodding back at her, completely taking her by surprise.

“Why did you decide to say Y/N isn’t as funny as H/E/N was?”

The smile on Dahyun’s face dropped as everyone carried on nodding. “Did I really say that? Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea that I said that.”

“It’s not the first time,” you told her, feeling the other members move around you. “If I don’t make you smile, or laugh, then what’s the point of us Dahyun?”

Her head shook as she began to panic, “you do make me smile, and laugh, you’re the funniest person that I know.”

“Don’t say that,” you scolded, “because I know that you don’t mean it.”

“I do, I made a mistake Y/N.”

Chaeyoung:

Your smile was sheepish as you met Chaeyoung’s eyes, noticing her laughing across at you. “I don’t understand,” you admitted, knowing that she was confused as you shrugged.

“How do you not get how to do it?” Chaeyoung asked you, almost in disbelief.

You shrugged once again as your eyes briefly looked over the instructions. “I just don’t get all the pieces, why do they have to give you so many?”

“You’re as bad as H/E/N was when we used to try and build things to put up in my dorm,” Chaeyoung hummed to you.

“It’s nice to know that I’m not any worse than H/E/N was at least.”

You placed the bits that you were building down, pushing it away from you. “What are you doing? You can’t just give up because you’re struggling.”

“This isn’t what I’m struggling with,” you swiftly replied, “what I’m struggling with is you feeling the need to constantly see me in H/E/N’s shadow, Chaeyoung.”

As you stood up from the ground, Chaeyoung’s eyes followed you. “Where are you going? Are you leaving this?”

“I need space,” you told her. “Maybe you can give this a go instead of me.”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Tzuyu:

There was a tension in the room as soon as Tzuyu arrived home, offering you a weak smile. “What are you doing here?” You snapped, opting not to entertain her at all.

“This is my home too,” Tzuyu reminded you as she took a seat in the room.

A sigh came from you knowing that you couldn’t argue with that. “Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather be with H/E/N instead, I bet their place is nice.”

“Why would I want to be at H/E/N’s, I’ve not spoken to them for months,” Tzuyu groaned, giving you your moment to get a dig in.

“If you don’t want to be with them, why are you talking about them?”

Tzuyu’s head nodded slowly as she began to figure how upset you were with her. “I didn’t mean to say what I said Y/N, it just came out a little bit wrong.”

“It came out of nowhere,” you whispered, feeling Tzuyu coming towards you, “this is our relationship, it has nothing to do with how you and H/E/N were.”

Her head continued to nod in agreement with you, “I can’t say sorry enough, you’re right, I should separate the two.”

“I’m not H/E/N,” you reminded her, “it would do you good to remember that.”

“I promise that I will from now on.”

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jinlias · 2 years

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kinktober day 7 - office sex w momo

“surprise” you smile small at your girlfriend walking through her own office, her own small growing when she sees you sitting on her desk. “how’d i know your first stop would be here and not home”

“actually according to our shared calendar, you were supposed to be in a meeting” she reciprocates your smile and places the gift basket on the couch.

“sorry i didn’t send a gift basket” you shrug, kissing her puckered lips when she reaches you, momo watches intently as you untie the velvet coat

“ah well, you know sara, always a suck up” the ceo shrugs back, eyes still stuck on the coat and when it spreads open, on your torso. “way better than a gift basket”

“mhm?” you peck her lips “thought so” your hands wrap around her neck as the kiss deepens. her own hands caress your thighs, squeeze here and there almost as if taking you in and making sure you’re real and not a dream while she’s still on that plane on her way to you.

“i missed you so much” she whined, letting you pepper kisses along her jaw. “next time you’re coming with me”

“who’s going to do your job while you’re gone?” you joke as she lays you down on the desk, lips still tangled with yours as her hand reaches behind you and fumbles with something in her drawer.

“sara” the two of you cackle at her response and because of it, it takes a minute for you to notice what she’s fumbling with.

“do you- seriously still have those here?” your head falls back with a giggle, but momo just shrugs.

“how else would i relieve all the stress from running a multi-million company?” the ceo reminds you of all the times she calls you up to her office just to relieve all the pent up stress by fucking you, sometimes with the strap she just stepped into. she presses kisses up your neck, with her fingers pulling your underwear to the side to rub the tip of the toy up and down your folds.

“that’s what i’m here for” your hands graze gently up her shoulders to her jaw, your thumbs caressing it as you kiss her. you’ve missed her so much and the way she slowly and torturingly penetrates you drives you to intentionally tug on her lip, hard enough to make her hiss.

“c’mon angel, you’re louder than that” she nibbles on the skin of your neck, her thrusts slow but deep.

“mm yes” your hands get curious again, and this time they squeeze her tits over her clothes, realizing she probably wasn’t wearing anything under it, they move to get rid of the straps of her red jumper, lowering it and setting her breasts free. “but i’m not looking to give everyone a show. not today. i want you for myself, at least until everyone else notices you’re back”

“love when you’re possesive” her hips speed with your low whimpers, the way you squeeze her nipples and sometimes tug on them, making her puddle of slick double in size. “i would’ve bred you already if i could. that way everyone would know you’re mine”

your feet tangle behind her back, pulling her closer and deeper in you. “everyone already does” you moan at the feeling of her nails digging in your asscheeks, her thrusts getting rougher with time.

“a little reminder wouldn’t hurt” when she chuckles you can feel her lips vibrate against your skin, and her warm breath makes you shiver, wanting her even closer. because even if it was only a couple of days, it felt like torture, not being able to sleep next to her, to touch her whether it was platonic or not, to kiss her or even hug her.

you can tell she feels just the same way when she copies your actions of tightening the embrace even as she kept fucking you, how she presses wet kisses all over your upper body, repeats over and over that she missed you, that she loves you even as you tug on her hair to kiss her because you’ve craved her lips in the minutes they’ve been away from yours. the intimacy of it all is what makes both of you climax, safe in each others arms after just days of being apart

#you know what im not apologizing for the fluffy end #DEAL W IT #jinlias kinktober 2022 #twice x y/n #twice imagine #twice smut #twice x reader #momo x reader #momo imagine #momo smut #ceo!momo #mmj

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lustfultwicesnaps · 2 years

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I have a question for u, would you want to squeeze Jihyo breasts or momos?

Wow, now that's a hard question. Jihyo has obviously lovely breasts, but I can't help but admire momo’s because they're so lovely too. But I feel like jihyo‘s a little more conservative than jihyo, so I’ll have to pick momo, I still obviously love jihyo she’s the prettiest. Maybe I’m wrong lol, I honestly try not to pick favorites but I do like making list.

#answered #momo smut #hirai momo smut #twice smut #twice girl #twice girls #twice girl group #twice girlfriend #kpop smut #kpop idol smut #female kpop idol #female kpop idol smut #momo imagine #momo scenario #hirai momo imagine #hirai momo scenario

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

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saiidahyunie · 11 days

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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.”

#hyunie #kpop imagines #twice imagines #momo x reader #twice x reader #hirai momo #twice momo #twice smut #momo smut #kpop smut #gg smut

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mina-saiyat · 1 month

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at the miu miu afterparty where momo minnie and wonyoung are free use whores for the rich execs and sponsors, minnie and wonyoung are already passed out after being fucked by a couple men each. since momo is an experienced whore that's been used at multiple fashion shows she has the stamina to keep pleasing dozens of men, and the ones that were lining up for the other two are now surrounding momo for a bukkake orgy like it's a japanese porn. now she has to service hundreds of men all alone and swallow all their loads and covered all over her body like the japanese slut she is.

https://twitter.com/godmitzu/status/1765024368923459689

Minnie and Wonyoung were exhausted. They lost consciousness after being fucked by several men and collapsed on the carpet. But they still had weak smiles on their faces, as if they were still immersed in the afterglow of their climax.

In contrast, Momo seems to be doing it with ease. As an experienced slut, she has participated in many fashion shows and has amazing endurance and skills. She can please dozens of men in a row without getting tired. At this moment, the men who were still waiting in line for the other two people gathered around, ready to enjoy Momo's service.

"Ugh...so full...um~" Momo let out a blushing gasp and deliberately twisted her round and upright hips, letting more semen spray on her white breasts and slender legs. . The sound of thrusting and water filled the room one after another, as if I was in a scene from a Japanese porn movie.

Momo opening her red lips and swallowing the penises of one man after another. Her eyes were charming, and she was caressing the men's bodies while sucking. With each powerful penetration, she let out a breathy moan, as if telling of infinite happiness. Soon, several men erupted with white liquid on her face, but Momo did not avoid it, but calmly swallowed it all.

As more men finished releasing, Momo's body was soon covered with a thick layer of white filth. But this did not affect her mood at all, but made her look even more slutty. She teased the remaining white turbidity on her lips with her fingers, and cast seductive glances at the men around her, indicating that they could enjoy herself to their heart's content.

This is undoubtedly a crazy orgy feast, with hundreds of men vying to enter Momo's body and leave their mark in her womb. However, Momo has no fear and still maintains amazing enthusiasm and focus, serving every visitor wholeheartedly. Minnie and Wonyoung have passed out from exhaustion, but momo is still full of energy and ready for the next man to arrive. A charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she reached out to hold the other person's high-spirited desire, and manipulated her up and down skillfully...

"Hmm...harder..." Momo deliberately intensified her moans, guiding the man's movements. She felt waves of heat pouring into her body, which was soon filled with the desire of the next man.

The men lined up one by one, waiting to enjoy Momo's plump body. They roughly turned her over on her stomach and penetrated her from behind. Momo raised her ass high and swayed to the rhythm, letting more cum spray onto her ass and back.

Momo became more and more courageous as she fought. Her body had been played with by countless men, but she still maintained a high degree of excitement and concentration. She knew that as long as she pleased every man, they would generously give her more resources and exposure. This was the opportunity she had dreamed of.

"Oh baby, you're so good at this." A man praised Momo while pushing against her cervix. Momo swayed her waist in time with his rhythm, making his desire go deeper.

"Mmmhmmm... thank you sir." Momo whispered in his ear, then opened her mouth and swallowed the other man's semen on her face. There was thick white liquid all over her face, hair, and cleavage, but she didn't care. She just smiled and invited more men to join the carnival.

A deep roar sounded in the room, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping. Men are vying to conquer this sexy and coquettish woman, but Momo handles every one of them with ease, as if this is her job.

Finally, the last men also ejaculated all the essence inside Momo. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Although her body is exhausted, she knows that her hard work has not been in vain - she has proven that she is a professional ambassador and the true queen of Miu Miu.

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miinatozakiii · 5 months

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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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sydflow · 2 years

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hi, i hope you’re well. can i request a fic where momo forgets anniversary with fem!reader because twice celebrating their 7th anniversary??

also, can i be 🍙 anon??

you just forgot?

Momo x fem!reader

- angst n fluff

a/n: hello! and welcome to my page 🍙 anon! 🥳 this got out pretty late

The longer your phone has been on, the hotter it gets from watching Momo and her members live. You watch her talk and have fun with no care in the world. Really? you sigh. Doesn’t she have two minutes to text you? She hasn’t even picked up her phone yet. It’s okay. Right? It's a busy schedule for her, she needs to celebrate two anniversaries.

You know she's busy, you know she's tired. But can’t she, just? You know, send a quick text? Even a short simple, ‘happy anniversary, baby!’ would be enough, then it would seem like she remembered.

After a few minutes, Sana nudges her, and points her chin towards her phone, Momo looks at her phone, then back at Sana, before picking it up, looking down at the screen her eyes widen, and suddenly she's excusing herself from the live.

A couple seconds pass before she’s back on the screen saying a rushed goodbye to her fans, this time with her coat on. You smile a little before leaning back on your sofa, guess she remembered.

Thirty minutes later, you’re met with the front door slamming open and a worn out Momo. She was catching her breathe, leaning against the wall, one hand grasping onto three shopping bags the other holding onto a cake.

“Momo?” Her eyes meet yours flashed with fear, she looks down afraid of looking you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget, I really didn't-"

Quickly you make your way towards her, keeping your face stoic and softly taking the cake from her hands, and placing it on the counter. She follows you like a lost puppy setting the bags after you. Again she avoids eye contact.

"Momo" you sigh, your hands leaning up to brush a tear from her cheek, "It's okay"

She sniffles, "It's not okay! I forgot our anniversary! There is no excuse for that, there shouldn't be an excuse for it!"

"And I thank you for understanding that, but how’d you to remember?"

"My mom texted me, wishing us a happy anniversary"

"That's nice of her", you begin to take the contents out of one of the bags. Every item was one of your favorites, may it be color, snacks, or drinks. You liked everything, and it was really hard to keep a smile from forming on your face.

Momo decides to hug you from behind, nosing at your neck, "Will you forgive me?" The question almost strikes a nerve, she forgot your anniversary and is asking for forgiveness straight away "no, I won't"

"What! Baby!" she pleads, "please let me make it up to you! I'll do anything, please!"

"Well" you remove her arms from your waist, turning around and nudging her out of the kitchen, "It's only 10 and I really wanted to watch that one movie I was talking about the other day" you walk her towards the hallway, "plus, you are like super sweaty and need to shower, and maybe, just maybe after the movie" you lean to whisper in her ear, "we could do something fun, then you might be forgiven" She shivers before sprinting away, you let out a soft laugh quickly covering your mouth hoping that she didn't hear it.

Making your way back to the kitchen you begin to take everything out from the other two bags, and in one of them, you find an empty tube of red icing. You look back at the pink box which contains the cake to open it, inside there's a heart-shaped cake, and in sloppy icing written in the middle is, 'happy first anniversary!'.

"I hate how much I love you, Hirai"

#🍙 anon #momo x reader #twice x reader #twice imagine #twice imagines #momo imagine

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Mary Sue

a short little fluff piece because prior to writing this i got severely depressed because of some personal matters, but i wanted to post something for you all to enjoy 😁 for those who dont know, mary sue is a character trope for someone who's practically perfect in everything they do to the point its almost irritating but it comes with good hijinks soooo ye HAHAHAH highschool!au hirai momo x reader disclaimer/s : none, just wholesome fluff

You were seen as the most well-rounded student of your highschool. Not only were you president of the student council, MVP for the baseball team, member of the school's dance society, and offering tutoring sessions for your friends and classmates, but you were the top of the class too.

It was almost irritating how amazing you were and your friends loved to tease you for it.

You walk into the classroom, uniform and hair perfectly kept, always looking your best. A small group of other girls from other classes fawning over you outside the classroom. You smile at them and wave curtly, and the mere polite action is enough to set them all off.

You chuckle to yourself before you're greeted by your friends. Eying the crowd that had formed outside, Jeongyeon smirks up at you as you slip your bag onto your table. "Ooooh, once again Y/F/N has the attention of each lower classman in the proximity."

You look back at the doorframe, younger teens giggling and whispering among themselves. You raise your brows and wave again, making them squeal with delight.

"I swear you're better than a cup of coffee to those girls, N/n." Jihyo teased as you slipped yourself atop Momo's table. You smile down at her before she looked up at you warmly, ignoring the comment Jihyo threw your way. You greet her casually, "Good morning Momoring."

You catch a hint of pink tint her cheeks before you turn back to your other friends. "They may be interested but I have my sights elsewhere." You explain ambiguously as you leaned up against the window beside Momo's table.

"Oh by the way Y/n? Can you help me after school? The history lessons are grueling this term." Nayeon asked as she fell in Jihyo's lap, wrapping an arm around the other girl's neck. You think for a moment before nodding, "Yeah sure, I'll just stop by the council office and drop off my festival proposal. Then I can help you out while administering training for the freshman on the baseball team."

Your friends look at you in awe, you look at them curiously. "How do you have time for all of that?" Jihyo asks amazed, you quirk a brow before smiling. "It's a matter of time management."

"It's not just that! You're good at all of your activities too, and you always look fresh. It's impossible." Sana adds from behind Momo who's rather preoccupied on her phone camera, fixing her bangs.

"You know what, I bet you're a bad kisser!" Jeongyeon called out making you throw your head back cackling. While everyone took the joke and laughed alongside you and Jeongyeon, Momo mumbled mindlessly, "Well that's simply untrue."

A silence echoes throughout the group. Your eyes bolt open as release an unwittingly nervous laugh while Momo just looks up confused at the sudden silence.

By the time she realizes what she says, she's rushing out an unheard explanation, "No, no, no! Wait let me explain!" A chorus of women teasing you both.

"You two have kissed?!" Jeongyeon's hands are on your shoulders quickly, shaking you playfully. "When? Where? How?"

"Well..." You trail off staring at Momo, who's now covering her face in shame.

You sat beside Momo on the floor as the books in front of you both sprawled away from her. She groans and throws her head back as you looked at her practice test. You cringed at her answers as you begun correcting them.

"I did terribly didn't I?" Momo asks hopelessly as you finished checking the paper. You sigh and scratch the back of your neck, looking back at her silently. She knew what that look meant. The dancer felt tears prick the back of her eyes before she took a deep breath and fell back onto the floor.

While she got lost in her own self-loathing, you fell back with her, lying beside her. "The school is going to kick me off the dance team. There's no way my grades will pull up in time at this rate..." You look over at her, propping yourself onto your elbow.

"Yeah, with that thinking..." You mutter making her shove your shoulder gently, you laugh gently before you see the pout on her lips. You take a deep breath before you pull her into your arms, like you did a million times before. Momo was your team captain and friend after all.

Well...among other things.

You stroke her short, dark hair before you spoke again, "You aren't hopeless. You are intelligent and hardworking. You're amazing, Momo..." You trail off, your lips pressing on the top of her head. "I wish you'd see yourself the way I see you..."

You felt her shoulders tense up and as you were about to cover your tracks, cheeks lighting aflame, Momo on top of your pounding heart. She'd always seen your in-control and calm demeanor, but seeing you like this? So flustered and fidgety? It made her smile.

"And how do you see me, N/n...?" You laugh softly as Momo gets off of you, sitting back up excitedly. You don't meet her eye, you can't. The nervousness and butterflies that fluttered in your stomach and your chest made it almost impossible to do anything but lay there silently.

She whines cutely before pulling you up making you laugh nervously, you quickly attempt to return to tutoring her, rambling about statistics in a feeble attempt to brush off the situation. Momo however, wouldn't let you do that.

She pulls the notebook out of your hand and your mouth glues shut as Momo stares at you. As she watches you fiddle with the drawstrings of your hoodie.

"You like-like me, N/n?" She asked as you pulled on the strings covering your face from her gaze. "Don't say it like thaaaat!" You whined hiding your face, embarrassment running through your veins.

You hear Momo's melodious laugh permeate through the air, it was the most heartwarming sound. You'd often crack jokes and make an adorable fool of yourself just to hear it when you two were together in the group or during practices.

You're fully aware that its a crush, everyone has them.

But you have to wonder why they have to feel so intense.

As your trying to calm yourself down internally and just return to helping Momo study for her tests, you suddenly feel her hands take yours as she tugs your hood back. Your face quickly being in front of the dancer's, you're about to jump back when she puts her hands on the back of your neck, stroking up and down.

It's comforting in the best ways.

Momo smiles warmly, leaning in, just enough for her breath to mingle with yours. "Did you really think I'd felt any different?" She makes a point by connecting your lips with hers, it's passionate yet so pure. It's everything you'd imagined when you thought of kissing Momo, from the softness of her lips to the taste of her peach lipgloss.

Momo pulls away whilst she smiles against your lips before you peck her soft ones again, and again. She giggles before placing her thumb over your lower lip. Her eyes trail up, "How is it possible you're good at that too?"

You grin proudly, kissing her lips again gently before pulling her into your lap. Picking the notebook back up from the floor. "You really know how to kill the mood, huh?"

"Do you want to pass this test or not?" Momo sighed but nodded eagerly. "Now every question you get right later, I give you a kiss. Every one you get wrong, is how many times you pay for our meals together." You look up at her with a warm smile.

"How does that sound, Momoring?" She grins, "You teach, I listen."

"Good."

"...and it sort of started from there...We've been going out for a few weeks now..." You finish while you looked down at Momo who's now looking up at you with pink cheeks. You smile before leaning down to peck her cheek.

"Wait so it still begs the question is Y/n not good at anything?" Momo smiles and pipes up, "Expressing her feelings has to be the only one." You groan as the rest of the girls laugh. Immediately, you make a point to snatch her phone from her hands. She fusses before you place the gadget in your pocket.

"Thats for exposing us and making fun me." You pout, making Momo coo softly, standing only to be able to reach your hair and run a hand through it. Your ears perk up and turn an embarrassing shade of red. The girls watch in awe as your cool and in-charge attitude melts away as the shorter dancer touches you gently. "Can I have it back, please N/n?"

"I do not like you Hirai Momo." You stress before handing her back her phone. She giggles before pecking your lips suddenly, your eyes going wide and you hear the crowd outside gasp in shock. Momo giggles before taking her seat.

"Well we've found, Y/n's weakness then." Jeongyeon butt in teasingly.

"You talk again, you're benched for the entire season."

well again, this took so much longer than i'd liked it to but i do have a lot on my roster for the next few updates!! i hope you all enjoyed this and i know the concept was a little basic but i think it's good to throw in a cute little fluff piece in every now and then, don't yall think? anyway, i intend to do better in my next update!! i will see you all vv soon, keep safe and i love each and every one of you with everything i have 💓 i'll see you lovelies soon - r

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jihyology · 2 years

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PETALS IN A THORNS STEAD,, hirai momo.

WARNINGS: hanahaki au, unrequited love, momo goes through it, an attempt at angst, mention of needles, momo uses a drip, just loads o’ errors.

It had been a few days since momos last visual appearance in your life, the two of you glided through the small time slot; like sand in an hourglass. The interaction hadn’t been too out of the ordinary; but apparently, it had smoothened down a slope, forming a path easily followed by the last of her presence full stop. You can’t recall what you had done, and any possibilities were easily nipped in the bud. You weren’t always oblivious, but momo had blinded your senses this time.

You knew her better than any other, but maybe that knowledge simply wasn’t enough for the highest score this time. Because, maybe if you had payed more attention, you would have witnessed the signs of the flower growing further from her stomach, and impaling her chest with its thorns.

You didn’t have a green thumb, by any means, but you always tried removing weeds by their roots. Lack of experience had caught up to you, and had stung the person you had cherished for so long.

You thought of momo as your sister, and protected her with those feelings injected into your head. No matter what, you found yourself using your body to shield her from any minor inconsistencies. Now, though, the armour you once had wrapped around your body had bent into a gaping hole, perfect for a shot to skim you, and find a home in her.

Momo wasn’t a necessarily stupid individual, but rash decisions were common ground within her mind. To be perfectly honest, you were sailing smoothly on the sea of ideas surrounding anything from jokbal to a plane ride to, or from, Uruguay. The boat you had landed yourself in continued to sail the vast body of water, but it never quite reached its intended docking station.

Fear was found in everything, even fictional places. There’s always going to be a crack in the ground that concrete cannot smoothen. It was an inevitable occurrence in your minds journey, and it wasn’t one you had expected so soon; now you had passed the property of the Bermuda triangle.

The effects had taken place almost immediately, and it had practically given you a jump scare. It wasn’t sugarcoated, and it wasn’t wrapped in a pretty red bow.

It wasn’t a thought to be taken nicely, and to let sit for a bitter taste. It was bitter through every phase.

What if momo were adorning the curse of unrequited love? Hanahaki.

Your chest was shaken, like a tree latched into a tornado; your body took the mould of a fragile leaf, pushing you with a hurried gust of despair. You let yourself follow its guidance, sucking you into a vortex of darkness; you had completely submerged yourself in the y/n-shaped hole in the soggy, soiled, floor.

You weren’t sure how much time the trip to momos housing development had taken from you, and you didn’t spare it even a millisecond of thought. Your only focus was momo.

You had a key to momos apartment, per her request, that you rarely liked to use. You didn’t really want to ever see momo at an in-opportune time, and the same applied still. But, you soldiered through.

The click of the lock, and crack of the door pulled you from your trance-like state, instead pushing you into a high-alert one. You knew momo never really frequented her living room, instead seeking the comfort of the room that held her bed.

Your shoes clacked against the laminate flooring, letting it be the only sound heard within the spacious place. It was rarely ever this desolate, the hirai was almost always flanked by a loud presence; which usually dominated the room even just her scent was infusing. But, everything was now monotone. The sky was painted pale grey, the walls of the home were darkened with the lack of warmth, and even you were ranging a place on the wheel, paling further by the second.

You climbed the stairs swiftly, letting out huffs of breath when done. The panic tightened your chest, and climbing the steep stairs had basically tied the knot. It was only a few short strides from then out, the hallway of her apartments second floor was only small, letting space bleed into the bedrooms.

With a sigh, you opened momos bedroom door.

Whatever you were expectings candle flame blew out, and a higher flame took its place. Momo led in bed, asleep; with not a thorn in her arm, but a needle. The room took form of a slightly lifeless one, letting the monotone colour palette once again thrive. Everything seemed still, not a thing moving, and it seemed as if momo was not breathing.

Your legs tugged you towards the side of the bed momo leaned toward, you sat on an unoccupied piece of bed, letting your hand rest atop momos. You were cautious of the drip connected to momo, it honestly made you queasy. Once you had found a way around that inconvenience, you partially caved in on yourself, screwing your eyes together tightly.

Your fingers played with the dark-haired woman’s own, they looked so pale; making you sigh in despair. She wasn’t even awake, and yet you knew exactly what she had gone through.

Pain, sadness, numbness, anything bad really, she had endured. On her own; without you by her side. It was true to say the concept hurt you, you were always sure to let momo know she gained your loyalty; and to let her know she could trust you.

“Oh, peaches, I’m so sorry,” you exhaled, bringing your head down to rest delicately on your entwined hands.

You wished so badly you could’ve known she was circling the drain. But you were numb to the possibility of love being the one to break your forces.

Momo stirred, a small snore trespassing her mouth, and her eyes flickering. Her iris’ lacked their usual spark, and it tore your heart to see.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” She croaked, making you spring into the action of handing her a glass of lukewarm water. She gave a simple tilt of her lip, obviously trying to smile but not having the energy.

“That, of all things, doesn’t matter, mo. The better question is why didn’t you tell me?” You softly asked, feeling the sting of tears rushing to your waterline. Momo avoided your gaze, preferring to look at the drip attached to her being.

“Momo, please.” Your voice cracked, making momo pull her stare to your face. She looked drained, and you were sure she was. You weren’t angry, it wasn’t your right to be, but it upset you to know she hadn’t trusted you enough.

“I couldn’t face you. The last time I saw you was the day I had the surgery. I didn’t expect you to put the pieces together so soon, I just felt like there was never going to be a chance between us, anyway.” She whispered, a plaster of guilt fused to her face. You didn’t recognise it, though; you were frozen in time.

You. You were the reason for this? That was it; you were now fully sobbing. All of that pain you knew she had gone through, it was all of your own creation. She dealt with this, momo dealt with this because you didn’t love her the same way she loved you. You felt physically ill.

You loved momo, you always had, but the form of which was the loves downfall.

Who would’ve thought; bruised leaves and crushed petals hurt worse than the thorn.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When The Two Of You Hold Hands For The First Time ~ Twice Reaction

Nayeon:

The swing of Nayeon’s arm kept catching your attention as the two of you walked, lifting constantly. As you walked, you took a small step towards Nayeon, close enough for your hands to brush, and then connect.

“Much better,” you smirked as you felt her eyes suddenly turn to look at you.

“What was this for?” Nayeon grinned, more than happy to feel your hand holding on tightly to her own.

“Just because,” you laughed, looking around the park where the two of you walked. “There are plenty of other couples around, why not join them?”

Nayeon didn’t quite know what to say, but her smile said a lot for her. “Are we a couple?” She quizzed, keeping her eyes firmly on you as she searched for answers.

“We’re as good as,” you mused, relieved to see the grin on her face, “this feels like I’m making something official with you.”

“I’d like it if you did,” Nayeon responded, catching your bright smile too for the first time, “I want to be a couple like them.”

“I guess this makes us official then.”

Jeongyeon:

Her eyes were engrossed on the film that played, hand resting on the arm between the two of you. A shaky breath came from you as you built up plenty of courage before deciding to reach across and hold her hand.

“Don’t mind me,” you whispered as Jeongyeon’s eyes looked to you straight away.

“Your hands are warm,” Jeongyeon whispered too, surprised by how nice it felt to have your hand on hers.

“I’d been sitting on them for a while to make sure they weren’t cold to scare you,” you admitted, watching the smile on Jeongyeon’s face grow.

She appreciated the effort that you went to in order to make her more comfortable beside you. “It worked,” she spoke, keeping her voice quiet still with others around you.

“Shall I keep my hand here for the rest of the film?” You asked her, wanting to make sure that Jeongyeon was happy.

“Yeah,” she responded without even having to think, knowing that she was definitely comfortable with you holding her hand.

“I was hoping that you’d say that.”

Momo:

Your hand grabbed onto Momo’s as you noticed a quiet spot in the venue where you could stand. You didn’t even realise what you had done until you stopped, noticing Momo looking down at your grip.

“Sorry,” you told her, quickly adjusting your grip so that you could let go of her.

“Don’t,” Momo told you, grabbing your hand and placing it back where it was straight away, “and don’t say sorry.”

“I just wanted to make sure you followed,” you explained, slightly nervous to suddenly be holding onto her hand. “Are you sure that you don’t mind?”

Momo’s head nodded straight away as a chuckle escaped from her. “Y/N, I wouldn’t have put your hand back if I didn’t want you to hold onto me,” she reassured you.

“It feels funny,” you admitted, slowly getting used to things. “I always wondered what this sort of moment would be like.”

“I think I could get used to it,” she teased, nudging against your side, “the first time is over, there’s no need to panic now.”

“You’re right, I’m a lot more settled now.”

Sana:

Panicked eyes looked across at you as Sana’s ankle continued to be checked out by the medics. You knew that she was searching to you for help, leaving you reaching out for her hand, making her feel looked after.

“You’ll be alright,” you whispered, watching the first tear roll down her cheek.

“I’m scared, I don’t want to be on the side,” Sana told you, unable to bring herself to look down at her ankle.

“You won’t be, you’re in safe hands,” you assured her, “and even if you are, I’ll be right here to take care of you and make sure that nothing bad happens.”

You lifted up your intertwined hands to make sure that she saw them. “What would I do without you here?” Sana asked gripping even tighter onto your hand to keep you there.”

“I think you’d be alright,” you told her, knowing that Sana was too busy to really pay attention to your hands.

“Will you come with me if I need to go somewhere?” Sana asked you, following your gaze down to your hand that was in hers.

“I won’t let go wherever you go.”

Jihyo:

You had no real idea as to what Jihyo was saying as she continued to fret and vent beside you. As she continued to stress herself out, you knew that you needed to calm her down somehow, deciding to grab her hand.

“Stop worrying yourself,” you told her, hearing her stop under your touch.

“Sorry,” she groaned, relaxing slowly, allowing your grip to reassure her and help her to calm down as well.

“You need to look after yourself,” you told Jihyo, placing your other hand over the top of hers too. “I know the pressure is tough, but you’ll hurt yourself soon.”

A sigh came from Jihyo, staring across at you as she knew that you were right. “I’m sorry for going on for so long, I’ve probably made you dizzy by talking for so long tonight.”

“It’s alright, it’s good that you got it off your chest,” you smiled, “you know that I’m here for you, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Jihyo assured you straight away, “honestly I don’t know what I’d have done recently without you right by my side.”

“I’ll stay right here; I’ll always help you.”

Mina:

Your eyes could look nowhere else as Mina moved alongside you, her hand was the only thing that you were focused on. As your confidence grew, you finally did what you wanted to do, reaching across to her.

“Hi,” you stuttered as your action immediately caused her to look around.

“Hi,” she laughed, as shy as you were, relieved to see that it was you that was holding onto her hand.

“You don’t mind, do you?” You asked her, nodding down at your intertwined hands that were in between the two of you. “It just felt like the right thing to do.”

Her head shook back at you, allowing her smile to grow. “I definitely don’t mind,” she assured you, “I think it feels right too, I never expected your hand to feel so comforting.”

“You’ve definitely got a dancer’s hand,” you laughed, admiring the dainty hold that she had against your hand.

“It feels nice,” she whispered, surprised herself by how comfortable she felt suddenly holding your hand, “it’s a nice surprise for me.”

“In that case, I think I’ll hold your hand more often.”

Dahyun:

You felt pretty helpless as Dahyun wiped underneath her eyes, trying to regain her composure beside you. As you watched her, you noticed her hand just beside you, reaching out and taking a hold of it.

“You’re not alone,” you told her, a weak smile on your face to offer too.

“Thank you,” Dahyun told you, sniffing back the tears as she found comfort from the feeling of your hand on hers.

“It’s alright to get upset, you can let it all out around me,” you added, finding a surprising confidence from the feeling of being able to hold her hand and reassure her.

Dahyun’s smile slowly turned up as she too felt reassured knowing that you were by her side. “I didn’t think that the business of work would get to me as much as this.”

“You work hard,” you reminded her, “it’s alright to say when you’re finding all of that a hard thing to get on with.”

“You’re right,” Dahyun agreed, holding on a little tighter to your hand, “thank you for letting me get upset around you, it means a lot.”

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m here for you.”

Chaeyoung:

You rushed up from the sofa as you watched Chaeyoung struggle to carry the many things for the studio that she had in your arms. You stretched out to take some things from her, only as you did, your hand brushed hers.

“Sorry,” you told her as you tried to take one of the boxes from her hold.

“It’s alright,” Chaeyoung chuckled, feeling the linger of your hand against the back of hers, her smile instinctively growing.

“Do you want me to take anymore?” You asked her, not quite knowing where to look as you too felt the feeling of her hand replay again and again in your head.

Chaeyoung’s head shook in reply to you, “don’t be nervous,” she told you, noticing the slight panic in your eyes as you realised that you’d touched her hand for the first time.

“That wasn’t quite how I imagined my first time making contact with your hand to be,” you admitted, giggling shyly.

“Let’s just say that it doesn’t count,” Chaeyoung suggested, “I mean it wasn’t really a hold, it was more of just a stroke, it’s not the same thing.”

“I’d like that, I definitely didn’t hold your hand then.”

Tzuyu:

As soon as your eyes landed on Tzuyu, it was instinct for you to reach your hand out to her to make sure that she didn’t get lost. Her hand slid into yours straight away, picking up her pace to be able to reach you.

“Are you alright?” You asked her once you had her back in front of you.

“Y-yeah,” Tzuyu stuttered, looking down to notice your hand still in hers, having forgotten to let go of her whilst rushing.

“Sorry,” you whispered as you realised what she was looking at, attempting to let go of her hand, only for Tzuyu to grab back hold of your hand straight away.

Her smile widened as she looked back across at you, “don’t apologise,” she told you. “It feels nice holding onto your hand,” she assured you, tightening her grip on you.

“I agree,” you whispered, suddenly losing all confidence as you intertwined your grip in tighter with Tzuyu’s at the same time.

“Thank you for pulling me through the crowd,” Tzuyu told you as the two of you fell silent, “I thought I was going to get lost for a moment there.”

“I’ll always reach out whenever you need me.”

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