Spy Games [Chapter 1] : More Than It Seems
Characters: Twice Momo, Male Reader
4579 words
Authors Note: This is literally the first fiction writing I have done since I was a little kid writing stories about a town full of hamburgers. I was inspired to try my hand at writing by the plethora of amazing kpop smut writers out there right now, but by @lockefanficâ, @nsfwtwicecatcherâ, @nsfwflintâ, and @ggidolsmutsâ in particular. If there are any similarities between my writing and theirs, please forgive me as Iâve spent more hours than Iâd care to admit âresearchingâ their work.Â
One thing that amazes me is how the hell everyone cranks out thousands of words with such frequency, as this post isnât even 5k and it took forever to write. I canât begin to explain how much respect I have for all the authors out there who can write so much and maintain such high levels of quality.
As a new writer, I welcome any and all feedback! Feel free to drop me a line if you have any critiques, or if you just want to chat!
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âComing up on the target now.âÂ
âRoger that, remember the office is on the top floor. Let us know when youâre inside. And remember, no elevators...â teases your handler, Choa.
âThanks for the reminder,â you reply sarcastically.
You survey the skyscraper against the night sky--it would be impressive if it werenât one of a hundred just like it downtown Seoul--and wonder what you had done to deserve getting the short end of the stick. Of course, you knew there was a reason to avoid the elevators: they sat directly in front of the buildingâs concierge and the cameras in the lobby, while the stairwell lay in a remote part of the first floor. The logic behind your impending hike didnât make the reality any less abhorrent.
âMeanwhile, Seolhyun gets to infiltrate an organization in the Caymans. Just my fucking luck.â you grumble to yourself.
âOh, stop whining, you big baby,â says Choa, reminding you to keep your thoughts to yourself.
You sneak past the lobby and towards the back of the floor you find the entrance to the stairwell in a poorly lit area.
âBeginning my climb.â you report, shaking out your legs as you prepare to go up.
âSir, I-Iâm getting some interference over comms,â chimes in the timid voice of the girl you knew to be your newest team member, Yoo Jeongyeon. âIt could just be local chatter, but I want to make sure itâs not someone trying to listen in.â
âProbably nothing to worry about, but weâll let you know if thereâs anything you need to worry about.â Choa assures you.Â
As you climb up the stairs, you wonder why anyone would want to listen in on this particular mission. This was a run-of-the-mill operation to investigate money laundering at an accounting firm. Youâd infiltrated foreign governments, broken into and bugged the offices of billionaire CEOs, and tailed enemy agents. You could understand people wanting to hear those comms, but this? Either someone wanted something to listen to as a sleep aid, or this mission was more interesting than it looked.
A tip had come in through one of the new girls at the Intel Desk reporting that there was some fishy activity related to organized crime going on at the accounting firm. This was routine and youâd gone on dozens of similar recon missions before: break in, find suspicious intel, get out. But if someone wanted so badly to hear what was going on, the new girl may have stumbled onto something worthy of a promotion. Hayoung, you think her name was. Her chestnut, shoulder-length hair along with her well-endowed physique reminded you of a young mother, but her mature beauty belied her young age. You had caught yourself more than a few times fantasizing about her in your off hoursâŚ
You stop mid-way in the stairwell, scolding yourself for losing focus. Too often over the course of the last year you found yourself fantasizing about the women in your life. Sure, before the incident with Eunha you had sexual thoughts about your coworkers--you were surrounded by beautiful women, after all. But recently you noticed that your life was increasingly preoccupied with sex: both in your thoughts and the real-life exploits you carried out.Â
Much longer than a few minutes later, you reach the 63rd floor out of breath and sweating, wishing more than ever that it was you and not Seolhyun lounging on the beach. You take a moment to compose yourself before peeking out into the office floor to see if the coast is clear.
âWe may have a problem, boss. Jeongyeon looked into the comms disturbance and someone much more sophisticated than the average joe is definitely trying to tap in,â Choa says. âJeongyeonâs kicking their ass right now blocking their access, but thereâs only so much she can do alone. Eventually weâre going to lose control of this channel.â
âDammit. I knew something was off with this op,â you grumble. âIf they want to listen in to whatever I find, it must be important. Weâll go dark. Recon says this should be a quick in and out anyways. Iâll tag you once Iâm out.â
âBe careful. Signal us if anything goes wrong. Just donât do anything stupid.â replies Choa.Â
âWhat do you think they pay me all this money for?â you tease, wanting to put her nerves at ease. âSee you on the other side. Over and out.â
You could hear the concern in her voice. Even though keeping you safe was part of her job, you knew she cared about you. You also knew as well as she did that anything could go wrong even in the five minutes it would take you to break in, especially when it appeared that someone knew exactly what you were doing.
You switch off your comms link and head out the door and into the office.
It looked exactly as you expected--rows and rows of non-descript cubicles, with a princely office lined with glass walls occupying the far corner. Jeongyeon had retrieved the floor plan by hacking into the buildingâs security database earlier in the week, and you knew after her effort tonight in detecting and fending off the comms interference that Choa would want you to acknowledge the work the new girl had been putting in. She certainly was more skilled than the five previous team members youâd fired after Eunha, but you found it difficult to bring yourself to praise her. The Ops Officer position she occupied was a sore point for you, after all.
You deftly pick the lock on the corner office door and immediately sit down in front of the terminal on the desk, logging in with the security bypass Jeongyeon drew up.Â
Again your thoughts drift to Eunha. Eunha was your longtime Ops Officer--highly skilled, you trusted her more than anyone. It also helped that she was your fiance. It made you sad to think about her; about what could have been, what should have been. Over the past year, you were constantly reminded of her absence by the utter incompetence of her replacements. You suppose it was nice that at the very least, Jeongyeon didnât give you many opportunities to bemoan her performance in the same way--to remind you of Eunha.
You shake your head, compelling yourself to rise out of your funk and get on with the mission.
As you scroll through files, you stop on one with a familiar signature. Reading its contents, your eyes open wider--suddenly you understand why someone would be interested to listen in to your communications. You quickly save the file to your flash drive and stand up to leave, only to be startled by a figure in the doorway.
âCare to tell me whatâs on that?â comes a familiar voice from the darkness that you knew to be Hirai Momoâs. Momo was an agent for a foreign espionage agency--you had as friendly a rivalry as you could have when working for different governments.Â
âWhat was the point of trying to hack our comms if you were just going to show up and ask me that?â
âI had no intention of coming until you decided to ghost your girlfriends,â teases Momo. âBesides, I like showing you how much better I am at sneaking around.â
Momo flicks on the light and she comes into focus. The Japanese government made a good decision when they hired her, you think. She was built for the job of a seductive spy. Her perfectly toned legs had a lovely sheen all the way up to her short skirt, while her cleavage suggested that her tits were ready to burst out of her tight, patterned blouse. Where most of your attention was drawn, however, was her lustrous blue hair, which fell to her shoulders.
âI may actually need your help with this, once you see whatâs on it,â you say, nodding your head at the flash drive.
âOh, so youâre willing to give it to me? I thought I was going to have to fuck you for it,â she says sarcastically. You knew behind the humor was more than a nugget of truth, though. Sex had been the primary vehicle for information trading with Momo over the years. You decide to test your reading of the situation.
âJust because I need your help doesnât mean Iâm giving it for freeâŚâ
Momo brings her thumb to her mouth and bites gently as she ponders your not-so-subtle proposition. She takes her turn to look you up and down, making you feel more than a little self conscious in her gaze of judgment. After so many years in the dangerous world of espionage, there were only a handful women who could make you feel so small. Then again, Momo was no regular girl.Â
Once sheâs satisfied she has properly appraised your worth, Momo lets go of her thumb and straightens her blouse.
âFine,â she says matter-of-factly, âletâs get to it,â unbuttoning her blouse as she walks towards you.
You are surprised by the lack of fight she put up, but you thought it best to keep that to yourself. Her tone reminds you of a business meeting--that is, if you hadnât seen her pull her top off as she approached you. She sits in your lap on the chair, wrapping her arms around your neck as you meet her lips for a kiss. Momoâs mouth was familiar to you, introduced to you many times throughout your career. It seemed like every time you ran across her you had sex. One thing you adored about your relationship with her was that it was absolutely without strings attached. You fucked for work, but just because it was part of the job didnât mean you both didnât enjoy it.Â
Momo, however, was loath to admit the pleasure she got out of her liaisons with you. Call it pride, call it being professional, whatever--Momo refused to act like sex with you was anything other than work, no different than working in a spreadsheet.
You feel her reach down to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them as she sinks to her knees in front of you. You smirk--her eagerness to please you betrayed her air of ambivalence.
Momo wastes no time getting down to business. You are certain the Japanese trained her very well in tender foreplay, but it seems she doesnât care much for subtlety at the moment. Instead, she utilizes a more direct method to extract your pleasure--one that must have required its own fair share of training--as she spits on your cock before immediately forcing it as deeply in her mouth as she can take it. One, two, three bobs is all it takes for her to reach the base of your cock, her nose buried in your pelvis.
âFuuuck me, thatâs good,â you groan as you hold her head in place for several seconds, and Momo replies in turn with a cough that spits a healthy serving of saliva on to your cock. You release your grip on the back of her head to give her a chance to breathe, but she surprises you when she simply continues to work her mouth on your increasingly saliva-drenched cock, swirling her tongue around your base. Most of the other women you had slept with in recent months would be gasping for air by now, but Momoâs demeanor was cool, calm, and collected. Almost as if she was reading your mind, Momo paused her slurping and pulled her mouth off your shaft--but not forgetting to continue stroking it with achingly deft corkscrew motions.
âWhatâs the matter? Girls in your department not able to take care of your cock like a real woman?â Momo clicks her tongue and grins. âIâve told you for years, youâd never be treated so poorly if you came to work for a professional outfit like ours.â
âShut up and suck my cock.â
Momo shrugs, and gets back to the task at hand. Slobbering even more as she takes you into your mouth again, you pause to thank your lucky stars that you had a job that paid you in part to fuck women like Momo. You gaze upon her face, which has become just as messy as your cock. Momoâs sloppy blowjob has not only left liberal amounts of spit on your cock, but on her face as well--with strands of her blue hair plastered to her cheeks. Even though you thought it impossible, you feel your cock get harder at the sight of Momoâs messy face.
For several minutes, Momo continues inhaling your cock as you find yourself nearing the point of no return, you yank Momoâs head off your throbbing cock in order to prolong your session. A bit too forcefully, it seems, as Momo falls over onto her side.
âWhat the fuck!â yelps Momo as she picks herself back up, glaring at you. âI suck your cock and you thank me by throwing me on the ground?
âI didnât mean to, Iâm just not ready to cum yet. We both know you wouldâve ignored me if I had asked you to stop.â
âI guess youâre right about that,â Momo replies sheepishly. You knew from previous run-ins with her that she loved nothing more than swallowing cum. Even though you had just denied her that favor, you were already thinking about how to make it up to her in a few minutes.
âHow about I repay your kindness? Get up on the table and let me eat you.â
âLetâs skip the pleasantries. Iâll get up on the table, but youâre going to fuck me.â
âSomeoneâs eager to see whatâs in this thumb drive,â you tease, inadvertently reminding yourself that this was a transactional liaison. You suspected that Momoâs interest in you extended beyond her desire for the information at hand, and part of you yearned to take her outside of the confines of work. Youâre skeptical such a day would ever come, however, given how ambitious Momo was.Â
You knew her story--she applied for a job in the Japanese spy agency several years ago, making it all the way through the process before being cut at the very end. She ended up receiving an offer shortly after one of the other finalists died in a âtraining accidentâ, but Momo lived with a chip on her shoulder ever since. She lived and worked with a pathological drive to prove the agency wrong in their original decision to cut her. Already the youngest lead operative in her countryâs history, she had an eye on the directorship and seemed destined for it. So, you supposed, it was nice to be able to fuck her before she became famous.
Momo hops on up on the desk, hiking up her skirt to reveal a delicious-looking blue thong that matches her hair. She looks behind towards you with lust heavy in her eyes as she pulls her thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy--already dripping, you noted.
âI donât have all night.â
More than happy to oblige, you line your painfully throbbing cock up with her pussy and you can feel the warmth radiating from it. You take a second to appreciate Momoâs incredible physique as your hands graze downward from her upper back, to her hips, and finally to her ass. As you rub it, you cannot help but appreciate how sublimely taut it is.Â
âJeeze, you act like this is the first time youâve seen a woman naked,â Momo jabs, interrupting your reverie.
You are starting to get annoyed with Momoâs demeanor. It was nothing new, really--she always carried an air of superiority--but it nonetheless grates on your nerves to see her be so dismissive. You are mature enough to understand that at least a part of this aggravation had to do with the fact that you knew Momo slept with plenty of men for work. Not so mature, however, to be able to stifle the primal urge deep inside of you that wanted Momo to see you as the best of all her lovers. More than ever, it seemed that sexual vanity mattered a great deal to your self-confidence.
With a renewed sense of purpose and your cock in hand, you enter Momo slowly with a long stroke until you fill her to the hilt. In unison with your initial insertion, Momo lets out a whine that crescendos as you bottom out.
As you begin to thrust in and out Momo settles in and widens her stance ever so little, which has the added benefit of allowing you to go even deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Momo was not a girl of surprises. Her face was gorgeous, capable of angelic beauty and fiery lust. Her body reflected the many hours she spent in the gym with ample breasts, insanely tight abs, and a toned ass to match. Her pussy feels exactly as sublime as her beautiful face and incredible body suggested. The perfect combination for a woman who used her body to seduce and take advantage of brainless men. You decide to push out your mind the realization that at this very moment, you are in fact one of those men.
You wanted to make sure Momo felt each and every drive into her hot flesh. Momo continued to moan quietly, each breath punctuated with a new thrust and the sound of your skin meeting hers.
âLooks like someoneâs gotten real quiet all of a sudden,â you say, noticing her haughty attitude had subsided as pleasure took you both over.
âOh, get over yourself,â Momo says, looking back at you with rekindled determination in her eyes, âyouâre no better than half the guys Iâve been with. Iâm here for the file, not for whatever you call this.â She cooly turns her head to face front again, leaving you seething.
Your twinge of annoyance was now a bubbling boil.
You slow down before withdrawing your cock from her warmth--Momo lets out the faintest whine of disappointment, betraying her dissatisfied front.
Just as Momo turns her head again to complain, you quickly slam your cock deep inside her. Momo yelps, and you notice her eyes bulge as you move your hips in a circular motion with your cock filled to the hilt, scraping deep inside her pussy. After several seconds of this you grab a makeshift ponytail out of her hair and yank backwards, causing her to gasp and arch her back instinctively. As much as she bothered you with her air of indifference, you had to admit that the image in front of you was the stuff of dreams.
Taking advantage of the highly erotic sight before you and the increased leverage offered by your grasp of her hair, you began to truly fuck her with quick and powerful strokes.
âTake it, Momo,â you grunted, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.
Momo said nothing, emitting only breathless gasps from her open mouth. You noticed that their intensity was gradually increasing, so you increased the speed of your shaft penetrating her young, sinful body. You knew she was enjoying this, but you wouldnât be satisfied until you broke her facade. You wanted her to lose herself to you.
You speed up even more, and the volume of your skin slapping together increases as her pussy drips wetter and wetter, mixing with your leaking precum. You are slamming your cock into her now, and Momo has to grab on to the table to steady herself. Slowly but surely her pretense was crumbling.
âYou want it, donât you Momo? You want more?â
âFuck yeah,â Momo gasps hoarsely, struggling to speak with her hair being pulled, âGive it to me...o-oh...fuck, give it to me!â
Satisfied that she had succumbed to her pleasure, you relax your grip on her hair slightly and lean over to growl in her ear.
âIâll give it to you. Iâm gonna make sure you remember this, make sure every time youâre with another man you wish it was me.â
Momo acknowledges your promise with a deep groan, giving you great pleasure as you resumed fucking her gorgeous body.
Your eyes drift downward to her glorious ass, now shining with sweat and jiggling violently with each crash of your cock inside her. Inspired by the sight, you release her hair and put one hand on her hip and begin striking her ass with your other. Momo shrieks in surprise, but quickly looks back at you with lidded eyes while biting her lip to tell you she wanted more.
Again you oblige, and it was quickly becoming clear that lust and pleasure were staging a coup of Momoâs senses. Sheâs making lots of noise, but nothing intelligible. Nothing but guttural moans interspersed with high-pitched squeals. You continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks--noticing a deep pink beginning to form on both. Sheâd most likely be dealing with soreness for several days after this, you think.
âYou wanna cum, Momo? Cum for me, I know you want to.â
âMmmmm...Ah, ah, AH! Unggghh,â comes Momoâs response.
âCome on Momo, fucking cum baby...cum all over this cock,â you shout, sincerely hoping there was no one working in an adjacent floor to hear.
âFUUUUCK!â Momo screams eloquently, suddenly dropping her head as her body begins convulsing. You knew what to expect having slept with her before, but you are nonetheless surprised to see how completely overtaken her body was by pleasure. Her upper body jerks spastically as her legs tremble with your cock plunged deep inside her pussy, all the while letting out a high-pitched whine that turns into a soft whimper. Just a few minutes before she was defiant and happy to throw insults at you...now she was a mewling, writhing mess incapable of speaking. The dark, primal part of you is satisfied by her tacit recognition of your talent.
After a short while, Momo begins to compose herself and lifts her upper body from the table. You take it as a sign to slowly resume taking your cock in and out of her. You decide to give her now glowing pink ass a rest and caress her back, tracing long lines with your nails.
âMmmmm, that feels good,â Momo says, her eyes still closed, âyou fuck me so good.â
You slowly begin ramping up the pace, rolling your hips with each stroke. You want to make sure your cock pleases every inch of Momoâs pussy, and make sure it craves you when sheâs alone at night.Â
After several minutes of this tender, softer version of lovemaking, Momo comes back to her senses. She arches her back again and turns her head to gaze in your eyes as you continue to take her. She begins to move her ass back and forth on your cock in unison with your own strokes.
âOh my god, you feel so good in my fucking pussy! Every...fucking...stroke!â Momo gasps, the final words punctuated by the force of her majestic ass crashing against your cock.
âYouâre a bad girl, Momo,â you tease, âyou like being taken and shown whoâs boss, donât you? You like me grabbing your hair and slapping your ass?â
âYes!â she gasps, âYes I love it! Mmmmm...I want you to fuck me until you cum. Fuck me until you cum!â
There was no command in the world easier to follow.
Satisfied that you had fulfilled your vain, immature desire to see her acknowledge your skill as a lover, you now focus yourself on extracting pleasure from the young woman beneath you. You settle into a pace with rough strokes, fiercely pounding her over and over. Your pleasure rises with each thrust, aided not only by the mindblowing caress of her pussy, but by the incredible sight of Momo on all fours before you moaning with each strike of your cock inside her.
âFuck Momo...I donât think I have much longer, Iâm gonna fucking cum so hard!â
âYes,â comes the response from Momo, âYes, yes! Fucking cum baby, I want your cum so bad!â
A few more thrusts and you can feel the point of no return coming. For a brief moment you contemplate cumming inside Momo, to truly claim her. You quickly reconsider, wanting to give her what she truly wanted--to swallow your load.
And so, you quickly withdraw your cock from Momoâs now sopping wet pussy and she instinctively turns around and drops to her knees on the floor. Stroking your cock with great fervor, her mouth wide open begging for what was to come.
âPlease give me your cum, please, please! I want it...I need it! Cum for me!â
Your head tilts backward as a long groan escapes your lips. Your cum explodes from your shaft, shooting long, thick ropes of semen into her mouth and onto her cheeks and nose. Over and over, your cum splashes on her beautiful face until you finally reach the end of your orgasm, panting and exhausted. Momoâs face is a pornographic picture of lust, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallows the mass of cum you deposited in her mouth.
âI fucking love your cum,â Momo says as she wipes the remaining cum off her face with her finger and promptly brings it to her tongue before swallowing it down as well.
âIâm glad we were both able to get what we wanted,â you say, struggling to catch your breath.
âSpeaking of getting what I wantedâŚâ Momo says, nodding her head to the part of the floor where the USB drive now sits, evidently thrown from the table during the session that had just taken place.
âRight,â you say, suddenly remembering youâre here for work, âmake a copy and letâs get out of here.â
âGreat,â says Momo, still on the floor with a satisfied smile of content on her face, âHey, I meant what I said about having you join our team. As much shit as I give you, we could really use someone with your talent.â
âThanks, but I think Iâm better off staying put. Donât think the Korean government would let me live if I tried defecting.â
âProbably true,â says Momo as she begins picking up her clothes, âNever hurts to ask, though.â
***
A few minutes later, you and Momo had both gotten dressed and copied the file onto a drive for her. Momo disappeared into an adjoining hallway and you set off to traverse the stairwell again. As you prepare yourself for the descent, you also steel yourself for the repercussions of giving the intel to a foreign spy agency. With the information you saw in the file, you knew the Japanese would have to be looped in sooner or later. If it was going to happen eventually, you thought it made the most sense to entrust that intel to the agent on the other side you knew would make sure things got done correctly. As logical as it seemed to you, however, you knew it wouldnât be taken well back at the office.
You click on your comms link, now knowing thereâs nothing to fear.Â
âHey Choa, Iâm on my way back to the rendezvous.â
âOh thank god! That took forever, I was about to call for a tac team!â Choa sighs with audible relief, âI take it you got everything you needed?â
âGot more than I needed, actually,â you say, nervous about Choaâs reaction to what you say next, âListen, thereâs one small thing you should know...â
âYou did WHAT?!â
















