synopsis: neither you or your girlfriend, momo, thought you'd ever be working together at the same time and same place... a fashion show proves you two wrong and leaves you both unbearably eager
warnings: ...smut ; sub!momo & dom!reader ; r receiving momo giving ; r is a model and momo is momo ; momo is desperate and compliant and an EATER in this one can i get a #hellyeah ; idk what else to put ; smut! ; kinda fluffy here and there you guys know how i am ; anything else not mentioned ; NOOOTTT proofread
a/n: hey.............. always been a fan of vs looks and shows respectfully and wow ny mm jh tzu looks have me on the floor..... enjoy!
momo nearly stumbled over her words mid-singing as soon as you passed her the first time.
she had only seen the side of your face, you couldn’t spare her a glance just yet and still, she nearly made a fool of herself. if it weren’t for jihyo’s glance that she caught, she would’ve stopped completely just to look at you.
this was the first time you and momo had ever been able to meet in the middle at work. you, her girlfriend, her victoria’s secret runway model girlfriend, had the chance to stunt a new set for their annual fashion show. you had been anticipating this moment, especially after hearing that your lover would be performing right there with you.
once it was your time to shine, you walked down the runway confidently. you were clad in a lacy baby pink set with matching angel wings to top it off. your makeup complimented your features perfectly—you felt pristine. as soon as you posed, an inviting smile graced your lips, loud cheers erupted from the crowd, and the flashes from cameras made you shine even brighter.
walking back excited you more than anything—even more than your spotlight and the show itself.
you had been daydreaming about the look on momo’s face when she saw you on stage as soon as you were notified she would be performing with you. the thought of her reaction was nothing compared tot he real thing. seeing her reaction now, in real time, was just as cute as it was arousing.
even as she danced you could see her taking you in as much as she could. her eyes seemed to caress you, tracing over every curve of your body intimately. it almost felt like her hands were really on you.
(how she wished they were.)
passing by her, one of your feathers tickled her shoulder. you let yourself look back, just enough for her to see the smirk from one side of your face, and took in her look as well.
her body moved on its own, her muscle memory had kicked in when her brain wasn’t fully there.
you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want her all to yourself right then and there. the outfit she had on made you think many things that had to do with you, her, and your dressing room. her bra matched your outfit; you wondered how good it’d look on her while she paid attention to you a little more intimately and how deep her blush would be taking your garments off.
and when the show started to close, you made sure to be within distance of momo as you waved to the crowd and cameras. cheers, whistles, and confetti lingered in the air while praising you, the other angels, and the twice members.
you caught momo’s glance once, twice, and even a third time. you two smiled at each other—friendly, subtly, and hungrily—before enjoying yourselves until the show finally ended.
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once you were backstage, you were separated from momo and her group. one of the staff handed you and the others matching robes—pink and cute—before you and the angels in your group left to the dressing rooms. the hall was filled with laughter and a harmony of your voices blended together while singing the songs twice had performed.
once you reached your room, your manager sent a text:
manager: great job y/n
manager: so much traction on social media!
manager: my sister is obsessed with your look
manager: you must be hungry. you wanted burgers, right?
you grin at the messages. oh, how lucky you were to have such an easygoing, supportive manager.
you: god, i’d kill for a cheeseburger right now
you: please and thank you so much
manager: of course
manager: food is on me, i can get back to you in thirty minutes?
manager: after party starts at 12, that’s up to you
manager: they’re saying you have about forty-five minutes to relax and do whatever before we leave
you: perfect
you: i need some time to myself
you: i just want to scroll through social media right now
manager: oh, you should
manager: your ego would be overjoyed
you: hah
you: i’ll do that then
your manager sends a final thumbs up. you relax in your seat and check yourself out in the mirror before taking a few selfies—some are for instagram, and some are for momo’s eyes only.
as soon as you take your last few pictures, momo texts you, funny enough.
momo: hi
momo: open the door
your brows raise in amusement and surprise. she must’ve been quite eager considering it’s only been ten minutes since you got off the stage.
y/n: maybe if you say please
momo: please?
you smile at your phone, immediately getting up to let your girlfriend in.
when you open the door, momo’s eyes seem to light up. she’s wearing the same robe as you and has pink slides on as well. she looks at you with a bright smile on her face. you can tell she’s holding herself back.
“hey stranger.” you greet with a giggle.
“hi. you look beautiful,” she says with a smile. her eyes are trying to figure out what part of you to focus on. “can i come in—please?”
“since you asked so nicely.” you tell her, moving out of the way for her to step inside.
as soon as she’s past the entrance, she closes the door. you’re not surprised, and more than pleased, when she immediately pulls you by the waist and crashes her lips onto yours. it’s a little clumsy, it always is when she’s excited, so you smile into it.
your arms wrap around her neck while deepening the kiss, sighing softly as momo’s fingers press into your skin.
she pulls away, though very briefly, to tell you, “you looked so good.”
momo kisses you again, giving you time (not that you needed it) to think about a response to her compliment.
“and you—” she pecks you again before you continue, “looked even better.”
she scoffs playfully, “you lie to my face a lot, you know?”
“i’m not lying.” you roll your eyes, pulling away completely now to gaze at her. you move one hand over, then run a nail against her cheek softly. “your makeup is cute.”
“you think?”
“well, maybe cute wasn’t the right word… your makeup is hot.”
momo laughs, then kisses you again. you let it go on for a few seconds more, with momo growing needier with each one, before unwrapping your arms and stepping away. she whines lowly, looking at you with a confused expression.
“what are you doing?” momo asks.
“you didn’t let me take in the view,” you tell her. “not enough at least. you’re needy, aren’t you?”
she swallows shallowly and tenses her jaw in the process. she is, but you know your sweet momo isn’t good at admitting things.
you bite your lip just from the sight of her.
she watches you carefully while you turn around and head to your seat. you sit down, crossing one leg over the other as you stare at her.
“take your robe off.”
“hm?”
“do i need to say it again?”
“i— no.” momo murmurs, shaking her head.
your smile grows and your lips part ever so slightly as she complies. she undoes the belt knot, then slips it off with one motion, letting it drop on the floor. you watch the opening loosen up, parting to reveal part of the outfit she had on stage. she slips off the robe completely, setting it on the vanity. her gaze deepens on yours when she meets your eyes again.
you can’t help but bite your lip again. your eyes run down from her face down to her cleavage, then to where her outfit ends. the fabric hugs her figure beautifully.
“shit,” you mumble.
she smirks. “like what you see?”
“don’t get cocky. come here.” you say in a tone needier than before. “don’t make me repeat myself.”
she steps closer, her hip swaying just a little more than usual, until she’s right in front of you. you reach out to run on hand along her curves, starting from the bottom of her chest and ending at her mid-thigh. you bite your lip again.
“down,” you say, uncrossing your legs and spreading them out teasingly.
she nods, getting on her knees while keeping her eyes on you the whole time. when she’s on the ground, she places her hands on the side of your calves, keeping her eyes right on yours. she slides them up to your knee, her manicured nails brushing against your skin.
you move to reach over and caress her jaw. you stroke your thumb against her bottom lip before pushing down on the middle of it. you grin, satisfied from her obedience.
“you have twenty-five minutes. can you make it work?”
“that’s more than enough time.” she responds, growing impatient.
“good girl,” you purr. you slip off your robe and shift your hips up. momo stares at the lacy panties you have on—the same ones you showed off confidently on the runway—and her eyes seem to sparkle while she does so. you smile and sink your fingers into her scalp, luring her closer. “now make it work.”
she nods eagerly. ““mhm.”
momo doesn’t waste a second. she starts by kissing the inside of your thighs, her eyes closing while she hums into your skin. your other hand grips the armrest of your seat and your legs spread on their own; momo doesn’t have to do much for you to budge.
the soft feeling of her lips ends at the beginning of your inner thighs. she looks up at you then—the way you stare so intensely, the mild crease in your brow—then to the fabric covering your core.
“are you going to just stare?” you ask her. it’s a little harsh and demanding just as it is desperate—momo shivers, the area between her legs growing wetter by the second.
“no,” she says before pressing a kiss on the cloth, right where your clit is. you gasp at the feeling. momo can’t help but smile at the way you twitch.
she leans back to slip your panties off, licking her lips once you’re fully exposed in front of her. you’re visibly aroused, your cunt pulsing right in front of her like you’ve been craving her and only her the whole night.
momo doesn’t waste any time. her tongue meets your clit and you sink your nails into her hair. you let out a small gasp when she starts working at your entrance, lapping up your arousal relentlessly—ravenously.
you’re trying to keep your composure, trying to look at her with the straightest face you can but you just can’t. your head tilts back as she indulges. the sounds of your breath, momo’s groans, and her tongue and lips against you fill the room. she’s drunk just on you.
“oh fuck–” your chest heaves up and down faster, heavier. momo doesn’t stop. “m-momo,”
she hears your groans and decides that you need to cum as soon as possible. she has you memorized like a book she’s read thousands of times, tending to your clit just how you like it. she swirls her tongue around it, sucks harshly, and stimulates it until you’re moaning louder and louder just for her.
“god, shit, just like that,” you sigh, “c-close,”
momo savors the way you let yourself go. you shake and grip her tightly as the tight coil in your core releases. you’re fuzzy for a moment, time slows, and momo brings you back down to earth.
“shit,” you say as you try to recover from your high.
she kisses your skin softly before pulling back to look at you. she looks like a puppy.
you breathe in and out a few more times before you say, “did i tell you to stop?”
“no, sorry.” momo says, getting back to work.
she makes you see stars again twice. she had been drowning in pleasure, maybe even more than you, just from tasting you more and more. the second time you came, she hadn’t even noticed despite the strangled moan that escaped and the way your legs jerked. the grip she had on your thighs had been so tight that she couldn’t even tell.
you don’t even have time to recover from the second orgasm. she doesn’t stop, she doesn’t even look up, she just eats. you can’t even think straight while she stimulates your entrance and slips her tongue inside. the sound of her groans are muffled by your arousal and god it’s all leaving you breathless by the second.
“m-momo, a-ah, i–”
you cry out so loud once you cum for the third time that you genuinely have to cover your mouth as soon as it slips out. momo looks up for the first time since your last orgasm, brows raising in surprise at the sight of you.
she watches you twitch and jerk through the aftershock of your orgasm. your breaths are shaky and your voice quivers as you try to formulate proper words.
“y-you,” you’re cut off by a small, rocky gasp. “you must’ve been eager.”
“when you walked that stage, all i could think about was how good you’d taste.”
“yeah? god, you’re eager.” you laugh, brushing out the hair from her eyes. her hair is tousled from how much you pulled on it earlier—you feel pretty bad for the person who had done her hair, it must’ve taken a while. “i love you so much.”
she chuckles, getting up to kiss your lips. you cup her face gently and feel her melt into your touch.
“i love you too, and i’ve missed you a lot you know?” she says, her voice and gaze softening. “seeing you on stage made me… horny, yes, but also very proud. i can’t believe my girlfriend walked the victoria’s secret stage.”
you press a kiss to her nose and giggle. “you’re so romantic. i’ve missed you so much more, momoring. i felt so happy seeing you on stage, you truly belong there.”
your phone buzzes against the vanity and you reach over to check it.
manager: hey, there’s a bit of a delay since every model seems to want the same meal as you
manager: i’ll be there in fifteen more minutes—roughly
a smirk tugs at your lips. you show momo the message and she laughs, immediately placing kisses on your neck.
“i can do a lot in fifteen minutes.” she mumbles against your skin.
“mhm, maybe make that ten.”
“are you testing me?”
“get to work before i kick you out.” you scoff.
momo nips at your skin slightly, making you hum. “whatever my angel wants.”
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