Hiii!! I luv ur namo fic ‼️
Could I request a ceo!jihyo and assistant!momo with subby momo (or the other way around i really don't care)?
Totally cool if not! You're a great writer would love to see more of your work ! :>
MOHYO
suggestive + smut | angst if you squint?
“Loving you can’t be hard”
Synop: mohyo break up in an effort to keep their work life productive. Initially trying to keep things afloat, but ultimately end up sleeping together anyway.
A/N: ahhh!! I love me some mohyo!! I did take a while to write, but i got there in the end, despite questioning my ability to speak English. LOL it’s still taking me a while to get back into writing as good as I used to so don’t mind the pacing. (tysm for taking the time to read my work and leaving a request though!!)
Banner cred: @uzmacchiato
Tensions were high, Jihyo and Momo had a messy breakup, that didn’t necessarily end on good terms. Jihyo had always been the type to prioritise her work life and tended to avoid anything that could possibly get in the way of that; that anything was Momo.
She loved Momo deep down, and that was her problem, she loved her far too much, to the point all her thoughts were constantly clouded with the Japanese girl all throughout the day. She had never experienced this feeling before and it’s foreign nature caused her work ethic to suffer immensely. Even after the two of them spilt up, seeing her face felt like a punch to the gut, a constant reminder of their lack of ability to communicate, but she was too stubborn to show it affected her.
Funnily enough, It was something Momo never understood, couldn’t Jihyo balance the two? She never understood or knew about the constant conflicting feelings Jihyo suppressed. To Momo it was all yelling and crying that day, that she herself couldn’t confess, hurt, hurt way more than she was willing to admit.
Jihyo had always been the structure in her life she couldn’t create for herself. She was notorious for her disorganisation, and without Jihyo, it felt like she was barely holding up on her own.
Everything from then on was different, a fragile bridge over a suddenly wide canyon wedged between them.
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“Hirai, the coffee I requested? Plus have you even attempted to sort out next week’s meetings? Jihyo sighed, her tone far from patient, looking up from her computer, just to find Momo with a lukewarm coffee in one hand and a slightly scrunched up timetable in the other. She took another glance, expecting Momo to have walked off by now, but to her surprise, the brunette hadn’t gone anywhere, she was still standing there looking rather disheveled.
Noticing Jihyo’s eyes were now on her, Momo grumbled a small retort through clenched teeth and squinted eyes, trying her best to simulate a somewhat decent smile “Yes…I have done everything.” Despite her clear distaste towards Jihyo in that moment, that was still her boss, ex or not, and she was obligated to being polite no matter how challenging it felt to do so.
“Well it seems you have, but I expect a certain professionalism from staff, you do know that right? Perhaps try a more polished look tomorrow.” Jihyo added snidely, always nitpicking. Momo huffed, she knew could never win when it came to Jihyo, she had always been the type to want the last word and today wasn’t any different.
Though that didn’t excuse the fact she wasn’t dressed improperly by any means, she had a sweet little button down, paired with a jumper and nicely tailored pin stripe trousers, completely normal work attire. It was the fact she was completely drenched head to toe and her glasses were blurred with condensation from the rain, and to make matters worse, her heels were absolutely covered in mud from trying to get that coffee.
Normally Momo was well kept – but she had momentarily forgotten that there was rain forecasted for that afternoon – struggling to keep up with her now doubled work load her boss had ‘kindly’ granted her. Or at least that’s what she convinced herself the problem was, but deep down she knew it wasn’t the immense workload. Really it was the absence of Jihyo who usually warned her, Jihyo who would warmly pass an umbrella into her hand, just in case these things happened, just in case anything happened.
It was that very memory that made Momo want to linger, linger a little longer and forget Jihyo’s flaws and inability to deal with their relationship efficiently. Whether or not the interaction between them was as warm as it used to be, she just wanted so badly for those little moments between them to happen again.
Nevertheless, Momo pushed those memories to the back of her mind and forced out a small ‘yes ma’am, it won’t happen again.’ finding her shoes inherently far more interesting after facing the younger women’s reprimanding tone.
Seeing this, Jihyo nodded slowly, suppressing a small smirk. She clearly enjoyed watching Momo bite back on her tongue, knowing the brunette couldn’t bring fight back, not even considering the fact she would never have even tried to in the first place, given their current relationship.
“You can head back to your desk now.” The Korean women sighed dismissively, waving Momo off in whatever direction her desk might’ve been in. Meanwhile, Momo kept her head hung low, mumbling under her breath, presumably, if not definitely, mocking Jihyo the entire way back.
Though, that act didn’t go unnoticed by Jihyo. She wanted to make sure that slip of attitude would come to bite her in the ass sooner or later.
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As the day progressed, it was becoming more and more apparent Momo would have to stay late again, the impossible mound of paperwork on her desk hadn’t appeared to be getting any smaller and seemingly wasn’t going to any time soon.
Acknowledging this, Momo groaned, mindlessly tapping her pen against the table, her eyes straining as she looked up towards the clock, in hopes she was just living in a strangely realistic corporate nightmare, and this whole situation would all be over soon, blaming Jihyo the entire time.
And yet, despite needing to complete her mountainous load of work, she couldn’t help herself from mumbling a few curses in Japanese, before parodying Jihyo’s constant growing reprimand towards her. Momo loved every bit of this, getting a kick out of Jihyo having no clue as of to what was going on, or so she once thought.
Unknowingly so, the very women – who she happened to be mocking – was leaning against the door frame, with folded arms and a bemused expression plastered across her face. Her tongue clicking in faux disapproval as she made her way over, the sound of her expensive louboutins hitting the hard wooden floor rivalling Momo’s now thumping heart beat.
The Japanese woman was now frozen in place, unsure how she got herself into this predicament, holding her breath as her glasses slid down her nose. Her hands clammy with realisation, unable to push them back up again.
Jihyo, now standing behind her, tentatively placed a cold yet tender hand on Momo’s shoulder. “Hm care to repeat that sweetie? I didn’t quite catch that.” She tilted her head feigning confusion, causing Momo’s shoulders to tense up impossibly so. She knew those footsteps, that voice, it was hard to ever mistake them for anyone else’s.
To put it in simple terms, she was done for.
Fuelled with their recent break up, and her evident mocking. She was sure she was going to be fired, given she no longer had the advantage of dating.
Assuming this, Momo couldn’t look up, her mouth opened for a split second before she immediately pressed her lips shut once more, she knew there was no saving herself now and there was no point in even trying.
Jihyo took her silence as an invitation to lean in, “Just as I thought, not so mouthy now, are you?” Her lips gently skidding along the side of Momo’s face with every word, knowing her presence alone left Momo flustered and unable to breathe at a normal steady rhythm. She pushed Momo’s glasses up, before redirecting the brunette’s face up towards her. “All would be forgiven if you could make it up to me by…hmm” Jihyo paused, taking a moment to falsely ponder before finishing her sentence, “undressing?”
Momo’s eyes widened, she most certainly wasn’t expecting that out of all things.
“Sound fair to you, love?” Momo snapped out of her thought bubble and simply nodded in response. Her eyes big and hands shaky as she started to clumsily unbutton her shirt. She didn’t care whether it was fair or not, especially not when Jihyo ordered her around with that low hushed tone. It seemed as if every conscious thought left her mind in that very instant, taking this as an opportunity to reignite that spark they once shared after weeks of bickering.
It was clear regret was becoming a future concept she would have to deal with after acting so impulsively.
As if she ever would regret it in the first place.
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Not so long after, Momo was on her own office chair completely bare. Her clothes tossed and forgotten on the floor, letting the cool breeze gently cascade over her skin as Jihyo stood smugly in front of her, her fingers purposefully playing with Momo’s hair, letting the brunette pathetically slump against her chest making tiny whimpers.
“Aww, where did all that confidence go sweetheart, you were all bark a few minutes ago.” Jihyo cooed mockingly. Her hands rubbing Momo’s back, trying to somewhat comfort her, after all, that was her baby no matter how south their relationship went. “You can’t just whimper your way out of this, you said it yourself, it’s fair.”
“Sorry.” Was all Momo could mumble in response, trying her best to hide her obviously wide grin, keeping her face buried deep into Jihyo’s chest, under the guise of her sad puppy act, her earlier anxiousness practically evaporating knowing there weren’t any real consequences to fear now.
Sensing the change in Momo’s attitude, Jihyo’s hand immediately stopped its course of motion, raising a brow instead, “Sorry? We both know you’re anything but sorry, but don’t you worry, that won’t last long.”
Momo shrugged, she was clearly under the impression she was going to receive some pleasure and call it a day, but that was far from what Jihyo had in mind. She knew Momo’s resolve crumbled with ease as soon as she was aware of the consequences, but there was no fun in that, Jihyo was gonna hit her when she least expected it.
“You never change do you.” Jihyo rolled her eyes, her mouth colliding with Momo’s ever so suddenly, the kiss wasn’t sweet or soft, it was full of unspoken words, and passion that had been restrained for far too long. Her lips moved with practiced ease, almost hard enough to bruise. Momo gasped into the kiss, her body instinctively arching towards Jihyo’s, her mind completely hazed as the kiss grew longer and firmer.
A slow drag of teeth grazed along Momo’s bottom lip, being quickly soothed by the tip of Jihyo’s warm tongue. A low hum buzzing between them, as the kiss progressed. Momo was melting faster than she meant to, a soft moan rolled out from the back of her throat as Jihyo bit down on her lip. Much harder than before, sucking the flesh gently as if apologising without any words.
Jihyo slowly pulled away, leaving the Japanese woman gasping for air, a slightly flushed face and certainly needy. Her lips had began to throb, slightly swollen, but she wasn’t letting Momo win so easily. Her eyes flicked over Momo’s face, searching for something she wasn’t quite sure of herself, whether that was surrender or anything of the sorts, it wasn’t there.
Anything that wasn’t pure desire at least.
Wordlessly, she pushed the chair back and leaned against the desk instead. Crossing her arms with a small smirk that promised no good. “Come here.” Her voice had gone a few degrees colder again, sounding more like a command rather than a request that left any room for arguments.
Momo obeyed instantly, she had learnt over time certain tones meant business, causing her to rise instantaneously as soon as she heard that command. Crossing the small space left between them with only a few strides, despite feeling endless, she was there in under a few seconds.
“Look at you, trembling again already, and just from my voice? God you really are pathetic no matter how bratty you like to act.” Not wanting to waste much time spent on talking, she slid a hand up Momo’s side, taking her time to appreciate the softness of Momo’s skin, her nails grazing just enough to tease. Her touch, slow and deliberate, re-memorising every curve she once held. Though her hand soon stopped, flattening against Momo’s surprisingly toned stomach, pressing just hard enough to feel the strength of her graciously defined abdomen, her own cheeks reddening before sliding upward once more.
After reaching the underside of Momo’s breast, Jihyo’s fingertips brushed lightly along the supple flesh, causing Momo to instinctively arch back into her touch, earning a soft hum of approval from the younger woman. “That's right,” she whispered near her ear, lips brushing cartilage before nipping lightly. “Take what I give you.” Her fingers twisted gently at a nipple, then rolling it firmly between her thumb and forefinger, it was neither punishment for reacting too loudly or praise for responding so beautifully.
It didn’t matter. They both knew it felt correct and that was all that mattered.
Jihyo soon trailed kisses from earlobe to throat, generously placing hickeys where she felt necessary, spending extra time nipping whenever Momo grew more vocal. “Jihyo…ah, please.” That was all Jihyo had been waiting to hear, backing off at the small plea, her perfectly curated plan falling into place. Waiting until Momo was truly desperate to make her feel the weight of her previous attitude.
“Kneel.” Jihyo countered composedly.
And oh how quickly she gave herself again, heals lowering, eyes locked up as she finally settled on the floor, breathing unevenly from desperation, waiting upon Jihyo’s approval to proceed.
Jihyo looked down – the picture nearly perfect – except one missing thing. She tipped her chin up using two fingers beneath the jaw, forcing Momo to maintain eye contact. “You know what I want… beg, beg for it like you mean it baby.”
“Please!” the word was out before Momo could think any better of it, a soft whispered plea escaping between puffy pink lips.
Jihyo raised a brow at that, keeping her two fingers present beneath her jaw, tilting Momo’s face as if inspecting her handiwork; flushed cheeks, wide eyes, the mark at the juncture of neck and shoulder already darkening, but she wasn’t quite satisfied. “You can do better than that Momo.”
Out of Shame and neediness mixed, a split second of defiance flickered across her face, quickly shut down by the growing heat pooling between her legs, begging her to comply, and the disapproval dripping from Jihyo’s tone wasn’t making it any easier to act out. She swallowed hard, her words straining as if her pride were tumbling down along side her dignity with each passing moment. “Please, just touch me.” Momo whined desperately.
Jihyo’s smile deepened. Letting the silence stretch just long enough for Momo to squirm under it, thighs pressing together instinctively waiting for any sign her desperation was going to be cared for.
“touch you?” Jihyo repeated, voice like velvet dragged over steel, her previous anger that had been lost amidst the earlier pleasure, was now resurfacing as her thoughts organised themselves during this moment of time. Her fingers tightened slightly on Momo’s jaw before releasing immediately after, only to trail down her throat, between her collarbones and last but not least, lowering just before where Momo needed most.
“You lost that right when I heard you mocking me so confidently,” she murmured. “About how hard it is to keep up with me… as if loving me was ever supposed to be easy.” She took a deep breath, knowing it wasn’t in Momo’s nature to speak as cruelly as she was making it out to be.
Then her hand moved again; not down, but back up. A firm push against Momo’s forehead that gently, forced her down onto both knees completely. A small gasp escaped, but no resistance followed. “That’s better, good girl.” Jihyo said softly, her playfulness returning, watching from above as Momo knelt there trembling slightly beneath the cold overhead light.
“You're already shaking,” Jihyo murmured, her voice low and knowing as her fingers pressed just right, “And we haven't even really started.” She chuckled, watching Momo’s face with steady focus, the way her lashes fluttered and how her breath came in shallow, desperate little hitches.”You want more?” she teased, circling slowly over her sensitive clit without giving what was truly needed.
Momo whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes from how long this ordeal had been playing out, shifting slightly into the touch, despite knowing where it would get her. Knowing it wasn’t exactly permission Jihyo gave, but it didn’t matter anymore, she was desperate and she couldn’t take the never ending wait anymore.
Jihyo’s fingers slipped lower then before with deliberate care. Teasing her entrance, not yet entering, simply to feel that slick readiness pulse against her hand, confirming exactly who Momo needed most in this time of need.
Then finally, one finger slid inside, curling purposefully deep, eliciting an involuntary, yet loud noise from Momo. “Ah…Jihyo~” Momo cried, the new overwhelming sense of pleasure sent her on overdrive, all her desires being met at once after waiting so desperately.
“Shhh, you’re doing so well for me.” Jihyo soothed, a mock frown playing on her face, as she gently brushed her thumb against Momo’s warm damp cheek, wiping any previously shed tears caused by her lengthy teasing. Almost immediately, she then added a second soon after, stretching her slowly and methodically, until Momo writhed silently. Fists balling as her head dropped onto Jihyo’s shoulder, shaking as she finally came. Deep laboured breaths ringing into Jihyo’s ear as she came back from her climax.
“That’s it baby, you’re all done.”
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A/N: Hope you had fun reading!! You can always just leave another request!! </33
Ngl, I low-key didn’t proofread this, so there might be some mistakes in it, especially since this was written between the gaps of time I haven’t been studying.
So ignore how sloppy it is T-T
