Bad Idea! - Mohyo
In which Jihyo thinks Momo talks too much so she shuts her up in a rather unconventional way.
word count: 3.2k+
Warnings: angsty smut, overstimulation, argument gets physical
Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn without plot, Not read over, author wrote this with a raging migraine please tell me if there are any mistakes ><
It was late, the clock on the wall read 12:04am. The dance practice room was hot and stuffy and smelt of sweat. All the members were leaning on walls or laying on the floor, desperately trying to catch their breath and chugging water like they were moments away from shrivelling up and dying. All except one: Jihyo. Jihyo stood staring at her reflection in the mirror, sweaty and exhausted but also determined. She had kept messing up one of the transitions and throwing the entire formation off, either running in to Nayeon or Dahyun and profusely apologizing as the music restarted. She told the girls they were free to leave once they had gone over it one more time, noticing their exhaustion and the time on the clock. She felt bad for making them stay so long, they had been at it since 5:30. They quickly packed up once they caught their breath, a few members lingering around waiting for the particularly slow ones to finish. A familiar calm voice spoke behind Jihyo who stood in the middle of the practice room as the world moved around her,
“Do you want to grab noodles with Nayeon unnie, Sana, and I? It’s getting late,” Mina spoke in her usual composed tone. Jihyo shook her head, looking at the Japanese girl through the mirror,
“It’s alright, I’m going to stay a little longer and try and get the transition down. I can’t afford to hold us back,” The leader would respond, her voice tired and her body tense. She felt Mina’s slender hand resting on her shoulder, warmth seeping through her sweaty shirt,
“Don’t stay too late, okay? Make sure you eat when you get home,” Mina’s words carried a twinge of concern, her face empathetic as she patted Jihyo’s shoulder softly. Jihyo nodded thankfully, offering her a small, reassuring smile.
Mina lingered for a moment before turning to meet Sana and Nayeon who were standing at the door waiting for her. The three exited, shutting the door with a click leaving just Jihyo and the soft hum of the air conditioner. Or so she thought.
Jihyo stared at her reflection in the mirror. The girl who looked back at her was red all over, sweat soaking through her thin grey shirt and short black shorts. She sighed, turning around to begin the music and was met with the sigh of Momo on the couch in the corner of the room. Fuck. Was all Jihyo thought. Great, just great, the one person she didn’t want to have to deal with was sitting on the couch like she owned the place. Which, technically, as the main dancer, she did. Every word she said, every critique she gave, every adjustment she made, the members followed exactly. It was like she ran the place, everyone kneeling down and submitting to her will. Everyone except Jihyo. Of course she listened, but she didn’t listen blindly like the other members. She would argue if she disagreed with something Momo said. None of the others had the guts to do that. Momo didn’t seem to be paying any mind to Jihyo, sitting on the couch in a black sports bra and grey sweatpants rolled at the waist hanging low on her hips, sweaty abs on full display. Her black baggy shirt lay forgotten in a crumpled pile on the opposite side of the couch.
Jihyo rolled her eyes as Momo inspected her nails, deciding it wasn’t worth it to waste time on her. She walked over to the table where the phone sat, pressing play on the section she needed to go over. The familiar melody filled the room, the counts in Jihyo's head, One, two, three and four, five and six, seven, eight and one, two, three, four, five and… Jihyo groaned as she stumbled again, unable to shift her weight in time to properly land on her two feet. Her knees and hands hit the ground with a soft thud but she pushed herself up again as she always did. She couldn’t afford to keep messing up, they couldn’t afford to keep having to wait for her to catch up while the other members repeated choreo they had nailed ages ago a hundred times over. Jihyo cursed to herself in her head, waiting for the music to loop again. The notes began again, Momo silently watching Jihyo, who was too focused trying to fix herself to notice, through the mirror. One, two, three and four, five and six, seven, eight and one, two, three, four, five and… again. She fell to the ground, pushing herself back up. Again, she waited. Her muscles screamed, joints aching with exhaustion. She could feel her elbow flaring up. But she kept going, she always did. One thing about Jihyo was that she never backed down from anything. One, two, three and four, five and six, seven, eight and one, two, three, four, five and…
“You're too tense,” said the voice from the couch when Jihyo fell again. Jihyo looked up, half shocked that the girl was watching and half angered that she had commented. Jihyo didn’t want her help, didn’t need it. At least, that’s what she told herself.
“What?” Jihyo responded as she pushed herself off the ground for the thousandth time today. Her voice was laced with annoyance and arrogance, unwilling to hear the older girls words,
“You think you’re going to mess up so you tense up, almost like you’re preparing to fall. You’re expecting it so you’re doing it. You need to stop thinking you’re going to mess up because if you think, you do.” Momo said plainly, offering unsolicited advice that pissed Jihyo off. Everything Momo did pissed Jihyo off. She was annoyingly perfect, never missing her cues and hitting every move sharp and cleanly. Her body just… listened to her so well. Unlike Jihyo who felt like she was trying to control a body with limbs of cooked spaghetti, twisting and tangling on herself constantly.
“Whatever…” She muttered under her breath, choosing to ignore the older girl's advice. She waited for the music loop, again. One, two, three and four, five and six, seven, eight and one, two, three, four, five and… ‘get your shit together’, she scolded herself, pushing herself off the floor again. Momo had suddenly appeared behind her.
“Your hips,” she said, hands coming to rest on Jihyo's hips. Jihyo went rigid at the touch, if she wasn’t tense before she sure as hell was now. “You need to loosen up Jihyo. The only thing in your way is you,” Momo said sincerely, not criticizing, just pointing out the flaw that Jihyo refused to acknowledge.
“Did I ask for your help?” Jihyo snapped, pushing Momo’s hands off her hips and turning to face her. Momo was slightly taller than Jihyo so she had to tilt her head up to properly look at the Japanese girl. Momo looked a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst but quickly regained composure, having had to deal with this kind of behavior ever since TTT Soulmate and 2wice Date aired. Silence filled the studio as Jihyo stood, staring up at the older girl.
“You know what your problem is, Momo?” Jihyo's voice sliced through the thick tension like a sharp knife, her gaze piercing and furious for no real reason. Momo took a step back to create distance, uncomfortable with how close the angry leader was. She was like a ticking time bomb and Momo did not want to be there when she exploded.
“You’re too fucking perfect. You really are, and you don’t realize that not all of us are perfect like you. Not all of us can just… do things. We can’t all nail choreography the second it’s handed to us, we can’t control every muscle in our bodies, we can’t just… breathe and be perfect! You come in here all powerful and flawless and you point out everyone else's flaws like we don’t see them. You talk too much,” Jihyo ranted, taking a step forward to close the distance again, “You talk and talk and talk and talk and your words take up so much space in every room, it's infuriating! You’re infuriating!” Jihyo said, shoving her finger against Momo’s chest.
Momo stared down at her, face unreadable but mind running a thousand miles a minute. Perfect? Jihyo thought she was perfect? She was flattered and annoyed all at once. She was far from perfect and she knew that.
“I’m not perfect Jihyo. No one is.” Momo responded monotonously, trying to bring the tension down. She took another step back but it was no use, Jihyo took another step forward.
“Don’t start with your bullshit Momo, I’m not in the mood for this,” Jihyo bit back, anger evident on her face. Momo stared at her blankly for a moment before her expression shifted, eyebrows furrowing as she closed her eyes and inhaled sharply through her nose.
“You know what, fine. I’m perfect, and you’re a fuck up,” Momo said as she opened her eyes to stare down at the shorter girl, “But the reason you can’t be better is because you don’t listen to anyone who tries to help you. You take advice like it’s personal criticism and shut down. You could be perfect, at least I thought you could be perfect, but if you never let anyone help you you’re just going to keep failing. No one is perfect on their own.”
Jihyo stood for a moment, angered, taken aback, infuriated, every negative emotion she could possibly think of was what she felt towards Momo in this moment. Her hands moved before her brain could even process what she was doing. Two hands landed harshly on Momo’s shoulders, sending her stumbling towards the wall.
Momo’s back hit the wall with a thud and her eyes were wide, staring at the Korean who was breathing heavily a foot away from her.
“Fuck you Momo, seriously,” Jihyo said as she turned around, back facing Momo but not moving any further. Her breathing was aggressive, her chest rising and falling like waves on a stormy day. Her fists were clenched, her entire body tense as she stood in the heavy silence.
“It was a bad idea thinking I could help you. You’re so stubborn, you never listen to anyone. Anytime anyone offers to help you it's like trying to walk across glass, one wrong move and you break, you explode. You’re a lost cause. It was a bad idea to stay here so late to try and help you. Honestly, have you ever thought that maybe if you stopped being so… god whats the word… narcissistic? I don’t know but you know what I mean. If you ever stopped being so you then maybe, just maybe, you would stop falling? You’re insufferable, I mean seriously you’re a nightmare to work with. Do you ever get tired of only thinking about yourself? I-” Momo’s rambling was suddenly cut off.
Jihyo moved again without even realizing what she was doing. She hadn’t been thinking much tonight, if she had been thinking at all. One second she had her back turned to Momo and the next, her hands on her cheeks and her lips pressed hard against hers. Momo froze for a second before wrapping her arms around Jihyo's waist, pulling her flush against her as Jihyo pushed her harder against the wall. The kiss wasn’t sweet, no, it stung. It was a clash of teeth and tongue and a battle for dominance which neither were willing to lose. Jihyo's hands moved to Momo’s shoulders, her sharp nails digging into her soft skin causing Momo to let out an embarrassing whimper as her fight for dominance faltered. Momo in turn tightened her grip around Jihyo’s waist just hard enough to leave red marks. They pulled apart only when air became a necessity, moving a mere centimeter from each as they stared each other in the eyes. Behind both pairs of eyes was anger mixed with something else, something hungry.
“You talk too much,” Jihyo stated,
“You’re infuriatingly stubborn,” Momo bit back before leaning in to smash her lips against Jihyo’s once again.
Jihyo's hands began to move, settling in Momo's brown hair and tugging slightly, drawing another high pitched whimper from the older girl's throat that pleased Jihyo thoroughly. Her hands then moved to Momo’s exposed torso, dragging her nails along the lines of her abs. Momo subconsciously arched into the touch, much against her will. Her own hands moved under Jihyo's shirt, running up her back and pulling her impossibly closer. Her fingers moved to unclasp Jihyo’s bra, pushing her back slightly to pull her shirt over her head and take off her bra. Jihyo stood, now naked waist up, in front of Momo. Jihyo aggressively tugged Momo’s sports bra off, throwing it somewhere that would be a problem for them in the future.
Jihyo moved to suck and bite the older girl's neck, leaving very obvious angry marks on the delicate pale skin. Another problem for future them. But right now, the future didn’t matter. The future didn’t even exist, right now it was just them and their anger, their stubbornness, their inability to communicate like normal functional bandmates. It wasn’t always like this, they used to be close. That was before everything happened. And then 2wice date aired and everyone saw it, how awkward they were, how they couldn’t look each other in the eyes without blushing and looking away mere seconds later. Then came the teasing from the members. And all of this along with the change that comes with time snowballed into… this.
Jihyo didn’t stop, her nails dug into Momo’s hips as she continued to leave harsh bites along her collarbones. She took one of Momo's breasts in her hand, the other in her mouth. She sucked hard and bit at the soft flesh, moving to do the same to her nipple. Momo let out a cry of pain and pleasure at the sensation. Jihyo was rough, she knew that. Jihyo had always been rough even in their early days and when they weren’t doing this out of hate.
“You’re too fucking perfect I want to ruin you,” Jihyo husked while licking at the dancers abs and staring deep into her dark brown eyes with her own honey brown ones clouded with lust. Momo let out a needy whimper, her hands in Jihyo's hair digging into her scalp and pulling at her hair.
Momo pulled Jihyo up by her hair, eliciting a pained noise from Jihyo herself that Momo quickly swallowed in a desperate kiss. They both knew this was a horrible idea, but if it was so horrible then why did it feel so good, so right? Jihyo pushed untied Momo’s sweatpants, pushing them down to her ankles before her fingers brushed over her underwear, feeling a wet spot. She smirked, pressing her fingers against her clit over the thin fabric of her pink underwear.
“Fuck, Jihyo. Please…” Momo breathed out against her lips, her hand moving to wrap around Jihyo’s wrist as her hips desperately moved in search of more stimulation.
“Please don’t tease me, please I can’t, I need…” She begged. Momo was a beggar and Jihyo loved it. She drank up every plea that inflated her ego. Her lips moved to pepper soft kisses down Momo's neck as her fingers moved under her underwear, feeling Momo’s slick arousal covering her fingers.
“So needy, god I love it when you’re all desperate beneath me. I love finally being the one who tells you what to do. You’re not all mighty Momo, not now.” Jihyo said as two fingers sunk into Momo’s tight hole.
“Fuck!” Momo cried out as Jihyo’s fingers pumped in and out of her at a nearly inhumane speed. Her hands moved to Jihyo’s back, leaving red scratches along her tan skin. Momo’s back arched off the wall, moans loud and echoing through the dance room. Anyone in the rooms next to them would be able to hear her and the thought only made Jihyo want more. She shoved a third finger inside Momo, Momo’s knees going weak as her moans increased an octave.
The sounds echoing in the room were lewd, Jihyo’s fingers fucking Momo senseless, Momo’s moans louder than the music that had been playing earlier, and Jihyo’s cruel and degrading words.
“You’re such a fucking slut, Hirai. You love being ruined, don’t you. For someone who walks around like they own the place you’re really such a submissive puppy,” Jihyo purred against her neck, feeling as Momo’s walls tightened around her fingers, hips desperately humping her hand as she chased the high of an orgasm. Jihyo pushed her body flush against Momo’s, effectively trapping her against the wall. She could feel her forearm growing sore but she could tell Momo was close by the way her head was thrown back and her moans were much, much louder.
“You wanna cum for me?” Jihyo said with a bite to the girl's delicate skin. Momo nodded vigorously much to Jihyo’s dismay. Jihyo slowed her pace, “Beg for it,” She demanded. Momo wasted no time,
“Jihyo please I want to cum for you so bad, please let me cum. Please I’ll be good I promise. I’ll shut up please let me cum- fuck!” Momo cried out as Jihyo increased her pace again, throwing her over the edge and sending her entire body into a state of pure pleasure. She squirmed when Jihyo didn’t slow down, trying to push her away slightly as pained overstimulation shot through her. Jihyo noticed but didn't care, instead kneeling down and letting her tongue run over Momo's folds as her fingers continued their work.
“J-jihyo its too much…” Momo’s voice was broken, her hands in Jihyo's hair both pulling her away and pushing her closer. Jihyo hummed against Momo's clit, causing Momo’s hips to buck aggressively against Jihyo’s face as a broken cry tore through her throat.
“You’ve got another one in you. I know you do, puppy.” Jihyo cooed, staring up at Momo before diving back in, tongue expertly licking at her. If the devil was real, Momo was sure as hell seeing her right now because she was buried between her thighs and torturing her like there was no tomorrow. Momo felt her legs go weak, Jihyo’s free hand coming to support her hips as another orgasm ripped through Momo’s body, tears streaming down her cheeks. This time, Jihyo stopped. Not immediately, she let her ride out her second orgasm, hips bucking uncontrollably against her face and fingers. She pulled her fingers out, leaving Momo whining at the emptiness before Jihyo's tongue licked up the wetness or her orgasm. She stood up, facing Momo and staring into her eyes as she took her three soaked fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. Momo let out a quiet whimper at the sight of Jihyo all sweaty and with her cum covered fingers in her mouth.
“Maybe that’ll teach you to shut up,” Jihyo said lowly as she released her fingers, turning away to grab her bra and shirt and redress herself and leave the practice room. Momo stood, breathless and absolutely spent against the wall. She slid down, her legs incapable of supporting her body weight. She pulled her sweatpants up from her ankles as she stared into space, processing everything that had just happened.
If this is what she got when she talked too much, she sure as hell wasn’t shutting up any time soon.
