up thinking about rockstar!momo and designer!jihyo
"I don't know," Momo shrugged, lifting her arms up for the designer to wrap the measuring tape around her chest. She looked so focused with her eyebrows furrowed and the pen between her teeth. "You're literally covered in glitter. You don't look like someone who plays with leather."
Jihyo scoffed, writing down the measure as she shook her head. After she was done, she just went and grabbed Momo's hand, pulling it closer and dragging her whole palm through her exposed collarbones, covering her burning hot skin with the same glitter she wore.
"It's called body shimmer," she lifted Momo's hand easily as if it was her own, showing the glittery trace she left there. All Momo could think of was how soft her skin felt under her hand. "And I wear it so when a hot rockstar touches me, I'll make sure she's marked enough to make other girls stay away."
"Do you think glitter is enough to tell someone is owned?"
"Do you ever wear glitter?" Momo shook her head, the fitting cabin was starting to feel to small. "Yeah sweetheart, maybe we should start sharing."
this fic turned out more unhinged than I initially thought it would... here's the last bit I'll be sharing before I publish the whole thing this week. I'm going to hell and dragging you all with me guys!
CW: spit play, (light) slapping, rough sex
minors and cis men DNI
When the younger girl released her thumb with a pop, there was a knowing smile on her face. “Is it– fuck–” She tried to speak, but Momo's hard thrusts were shoving the words right back into her mouth. She slowed down, giving her some space to talk. “Is it true that you spit in a random fan's mouth during this specific song?” She asked playfully, and they both knew Jihyo already had the answer to that question. Momo still played along, answering with a nod. “Sometimes I do, you'd be the lucky one if you didn't ditch me last night.”
“You think so?” Jihyo tilted her head, blinking cutely as if she didn’t have a single unholy thought in her mind. “Try it.” Little bit Momo knew that was a trap, but fuck– she still did it, grabbing the Korean tight on the face to make her stick her tongue out, just to spit a mouthful over it.
The rest happened so fast, Jihyo kept it all on her tongue before harshly grabbing Momo's face back; opening her mouth with her fingers to spit it right back in. Then she landed a light slap on the rockstar's cheek, making her cock twitch inside her with shock and pleasure. “I think you'll learn,” Jihyo tutted, watching their collected spit drool out of Momo's lips which were parted in shock.
“That was,” Momo gasped, swallowing all she could before picking up her pace. She just wanted to get off, then go again, and again… “That was so fucking hot. Are you out of your mind?”
I feel like Momo having a huge oral fixation that only jihyo can control and handle would be a cherry on top
(Btw do you have any more teasers?😚)
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hii, here's one of my favorite parts I have written so far. I hope this counts~
CW: shotgun/smoke kiss, drugs
minors and cis men DNI
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Momo picked up her shorts from the floor and dropped herself over the couch on the corner, watching the younger woman lay there for a while. They were both trying to catch their breaths, not saying a word until the Japanese decided to break it with a simple: “Can I smoke here?”
Jihyo jumped down the table with a sigh only then, landing on shaky legs as she tried to fix her hair. It looks perfect, Momo almost said. Even with your whole makeup running down your face, you're so fucking pretty. She watched the designer as she came closer, cradling her lap lazily. “Only if you share one with me.”
Momo almost dropped her packet and lighter when the younger woman cupped her face, caressing her skin softly with her thumbs. “You look like you'd enjoy a shotgun kiss.” Of course she did. She was easy, and this woman was wise enough to put two and two together. So Momo nodded, letting Jihyo place a blower between her parted lips and light it herself. It was so hot, she almost choked on the first inhale.
“Hold it,” Jihyo stretched the words, leaning in and pressing a kiss on her lips before she pushed her tongue in to make the older girl part her lips. “Blow.” Not that Momo haven't done this before, she'd been there a hundred times; but mostly, she would be the one who led the game.
Park Jihyo, whom she accused of being boring and too polished to start with– seemed to be determined to prove her wrong. She knew exactly what she was doing and her words were just cherry on top. She inhaled Momo's whole confidence alongside the smoke, whispering: “Attagirl.” Fuck, okay?
Just when she thought they'd be done, the Korean took the cigarette from her, keeping the eye contact as she inhaled deeply. Momo's breath hitched. The way she blew the smoke away from them, holding the cigarette so gently it could fall; Momo thought she'd never sexualized a piece of nicotine so much in her entire life. She craved for a bite of anything that came out of that mouth, patiently waiting as the younger woman shook the ash on the floor. “Open.”
An awful lot of money spent on drugs, Momo thought as she let the smoke fill her lungs. I could've been kissing her the whole time instead.
hi! hope you're having a good day/night. here's another tiny sneak peek at glitter and grease because I'm in a good mood today, and I really want to hear your opinions or predictions on this to get my mind back to working~
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“We need to leave, now,” Mina said as soon as she put down the phone in her ear, looking at Jihyo with her puppy eyes –hoping for her to hear the plea in her voice. “The broadcaster wants to go over the questions and no, I will not allow you to raw dog that interview like you did the last time.”
Momo's been in the industry for long enough to know this last minute change wasn't very professional of them, on top of that it had the worst timing ever. What happened to arriving late to exert our authority? “Find a better way to say I don't trust you, Sharon.” Momo rolled her eyes, preparing to get back into the cabin and change into her own outfits. “Is that okay for you, Jihyo-ssi? Can we reschedule this?”
They got a shrug as an answer, there was nothing else they could do anyway. “Of course, let me do that at least after your kind invitation.” Jihyo gave her an understanding smile, not putting any more pressure on the manager who seemed to be texting at least a thousand people at the same time. “Let me help you undress?”
Jesus Christ, please do, Momo thought. But the words didn't leave her mouth. Mina's distraction allowed them to step back into the tight space together, and Jihyo to lock the door with a loud click. They were so fucked. Because the moment she heard that sound, the Korean's palm landed on the bulge in front of her pants, pretending to pull her shorts down but basically grabbing her shaft in practice. Momo didn't even know that she could get so hard so fast.
“Take your top off,” Jihyo commanded, pulling down her shorts and leaving her in her boxers only. “We probably have a minute until your manager breaks the lock, so just dress up while I take a wild guess on what you hide under there.”
Hiii, how are you??? I hope you’re doing well, I’m good too. I had a small question, will Glitter and Grease be a story divided into chapters? And if so, will we see both points of view, or will it only be from Momo’s or Jihyo’s perspective?
Of course, only if you feel like answering. Thank you so much, I can’t wait to read this amazing idea of yours and to be able to bookmark it. Love you, take care of yourself and have a great day🫂❤️❤️
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hii, thank you, you're as sweet as always. I'm okay. I hope you're doing well too! it seems like I'll be dividing it into two chapters for now. the pov will stay omniscient as always. but so far we're leaning into momo's side more. here's a really short snippet, and I hope you enjoy it. have a wonderful day!
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“Do you think glitter is enough to tell someone is owned?” Momo's answer only made her smile wider, and pull her closer by the measuring tape that was now wrapped around her neck. The pull was gentle enough to be overlooked, but Momo was so ready to take a step forward, she almost collapsed over Jihyo.
“It is when it's on a rockstar who looks like a tough cookie,” One of her hands stilled on Momo's hip, but it didn't feel like a part of this fitting session, at all. “Do you ever wear glitter anyway?”
Momo shook her head immediately. The cabin was starting to feel smaller around them because of how close Jihyo was. She felt her hand on her hip drag to her front, almost touching her there. “Yeah, sweetheart, I thought so.” She leaned in, whispering into Momo's ear right before leaving her alone in that cramped space. “Maybe we should start sharing.”
The second she heard the click of the door, her back hit the wall, whole body relaxing as her chest started to heave rapidly. She didn’t realize Jihyo's effect on her until then, almost suffocating. She wasn't the first woman she flirted with, god, not at all. But there was something so patronizing about her that she couldn't resist.
Usually, she would be the one to just get someone on her knees, begging for a single touch because–of course–she was Hirai Momo. But this woman, she was making her knees give up.
Are you planning to make an AU about it? Because recently I’ve been dying for Mohyo, and this is one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard. If you ever decide to do it, I’m totally ready to read it because I really need it. Btw how are you?❤️
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hii! yes, I really want to write it, I have it all settled in my mind but the I haven't found the right time to start yet. I've been so busy and struggling a little, so I hope I'll get myself together and get to work soon. no promises, but I'll try my best.
thank you so much for asking, I hope your're doing well! here's another line that set the vibes for me:
"Are you fucking hard?" Mina gasps as Momo grabs her leather jacket from the couch and rushes her manager to the exit with a snap of her fingers.
"Yeah, let me put you in a fitting room with such a tease and we'll see how long it takes before you get hard."
