mic check: one, two, fuck u
╰┈➤ g!p dom!momo x mean sub!chaeyoung
╰┈➤ on stage, momo and chaeyoung turn their hatred into fake fanservice, hiding petty sabotages and hissed insults behind smiles for the crowd. the second the lights go down, that toxic adrenaline explodes into a backstage brawl that quickly shifts from a physical fight and argument to an aggressive, desperate sex.
╰┈➤ physical fighting, vulgar language, hate-fucking, p in v, big dick momo (wowie), tummy bulge and uhm idk yayness
╰┈➤ I SWEAR I'LL DO FLUFF AFTER THIS I THINK IM WRITING TOO NUCH SMUT BUT THIS WAS LKKE THE GREATEST IDEA I'VE CAME UP AND I LOVE MOCHAENG AAA. about the fighting part, it's based from my experiwnce....heh
the bass from moonlight sunrise was vibrating through the stage floor, but for momo and chaeyoung, the music was just background noise to their own private war. they were currently at the far edge of the stage, cornered by a cluster of screaming onces who were losing their minds because.. well.. it's momo and chaeyoung being near them.
momo had her arm draped heavily around chaeyoung’s shoulders, laughing brightly as they posed for a fan’s phone. it looked like the ultimate display of affection, but chaeyoung could feel momo’s fingers digging into her collarbone with a grip that was meant to bruise.
"you’re sweating like a pig, chaeng." momo whispered, her voice a low, honeyed venom that was completely drowned out by the roar of the crowd. she punctuated the insult with a 'playful' slap to chaeyoung’s stomach—a sharp, open-palmed strike that landed with a sickening thud against the thin fabric of her stage outfit.
chaeyoung didn’t even flinch, her dimples remaining perfectly in place for the camera, but her eyes flashed with a dangerous, cold heat.
"and you’re still half a beat behind on the chorus!" she hissed back, waiting until momo turned to wave at the balcony before she retaliated. she reached up as if to fix momo’s hair, but instead, she grabbed a fistful of the hair at the nape of momo's neck and gave it a sharp, violent yank.
momo’s head snapped back, her laugh hitching for a split second. to the fans, it looked like a goofy moment of chaeyoung being a brat and the screams only got louder. nayeon, passing by them to throw a signed merch shirt into the stands, just shook her head and chuckled into her mic.
"these two, always playing around.." she joked to the audience, completely oblivious to the way momo was currently grinding her teeth, her hand already moving to deliver a much harder 'playful' shove to chaeyoung’s shoulder. chaeyoung almost winced after the impact but kept her composure.
to onces watching, it was the peak of the night, momo and chaeyoung were constantly 'playing' with each other, chasing one another around the stage like a couple of hyperactive kids. but if any fan had been close enough to see the way their eyes actually looked when they locked, the fantasy would have shattered instantly.
momo was being a menace. she caught up to chaeyoung near the center stage and hooked an arm around her neck, pulling her into a "playful" headlock that was just a little too tight to be comfortable. she used her other hand to ruffle chaeyoung’s hair with aggressive, jerky movements that were definitely going to ruin the stylist’s hard work. "you’re acting like such a brat today, chae!" momo laughed into her mic, the sound sweet and light for the crowd, even as she used her hip to shove chaeyoung toward the edge of the stage.
chaeyoung didn't miss a beat, she played along, letting out a fake, high-pitched giggle as she struggled to get free. the moment she slipped out of momo’s grip, she turned around and landed a sharp, stinging slap right on momo’s bicep. it sounded like a loud thwack that was luckily drowned out by a drum fill, but the force of it made momo’s arm go red immediately.
"oops! my hand slipped," chaeyoung chirped, waving a peace sign at a nearby camera while her eyes screamed for momo to try her.
it became a cycle of "affectionate" violence. every time they passed each other, there was a shove that almost sent someone into the backup dancers or a "playful" pinch to the waist that was meant to leave a mark.
momo caught chaeyoung during a lull in the song, pulling her into a side-hug and digging her knuckles into the top of chaeyoung’s head in a rough noogie. the fans screamed, thinking it was adorable, but chaeyoung was grinding her teeth so hard her jaw ached.
she retaliated by "accidentally" swinging her elbow back as she turned to wave at the fans, catching momo right in the ribs. momo let out a huff of air, her idol-smile twitching for a split second before she recovered. they were basically brawling in slow motion, disguised by the glitter, the lights, and the rehearsed smiles.
while the rest of twice was busy being genuinely sweet to the fans, momo and chaeyoung were just waiting for the final bow so they could drop the act and actually finish what they’d started.
the playful violence was getting so obvious that even jihyo, who was busy leading a sing-along on the other side of the stage, couldn't ignore it anymore.
seeing momo about to land another heavy-handed pat on chaeyoung’s head, the leader walked over with her 'mom' persona in full gear, putting on a show for the fans.
"momoring. stop picking on the baby!" jihyo scolded, pointing a finger at momo with a mock-serious expression that had onces laughing.
she put her hands on her hips, blocking momo’s path and lecturing her about being a good unnie. to the crowd, it was a classic, cute twice moment of the leader keeping her members in check.
behind jihyo’s back, chaeyoung saw her opening.
secure in the knowledge that jihyo was effectively acting as a human shield, chaeyoung’s fake-sweet idol smile morphed into a purely mocking one.
she leaned out from behind jihyo’s shoulder just enough for momo to see her, sticking her tongue out and narrowing her eyes in a hideous, taunting face. she even mouthed the words, 'you’re in trouble!' while miming a crying motion with her fists at her eyes.
momo’s blood absolutely boiled. she had to stand there and take jihyo’s fake lecture, nodding sheepishly for the cameras while chaeyoung was right there, literally inches away, making fun of her in the most infuriating way possible.
momo’s hand delivery-twitched at her side, her knuckles white as she forced herself to look remorseful for the fans.
when jihyo finally turned away to wave at a different section of the crowd, chaeyoung didn't stop. she did a little victory dance right in momo’s personal space, bumping her shoulder into momo’s chest with a smug, biting smirk that said, 'i won.'
momo didn't say a word. she just leaned in, her eyes darkening as she caught chaeyoung’s gaze one last time before the music hit the final beat.
the look she gave her wasn't playful anymore, it was a promise.
"keep laughing, chae.." momo whispered in chaeyoung's ear, the low vibration of her voice cutting through the fading music. "we’re going to see how funny you think this is in about five minutes."
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the concert finally ended.
the second their heads cleared the stage floor and the lift hit the concrete with a heavy, mechanical thud. the smiles didn't just vanish, they were incinerated.
the roar of the fans was nothing but a muffled, rhythmic vibration through the walls, but inside the narrow, blue-lit tunnel of the wings, the silence was sharp. chaeyoung didn't even wait to unclip her in-ear monitor. she whirled around, her chest heaving with enough force to make the sequins on her corset shimmer under the dim safety lights.
"don't you ever pull a stunt like that again," chaeyoung hissed, her voice vibrating with a jagged, raw anger that made the nearby staff members instantly look the other way. "you almost sent me off the edge of the catwalk during 'this is for'. do you have any idea how fucking close that was?"
momo didn't back down, she surged forward instead, her boots clattering against the metal floor as she invaded chaeyoung’s personal space. she was taller, sweat-soaked, and radiating a dark, aggressive energy that made the air feel thin.
"maybe if you weren't so busy playing to the cameras like a desperate brat, you'd actually remember where your feet are supposed to be," momo snarled back, her face inches from chaeyoung’s. "i didn't pull a stunt. i simply corrected your position because you were blocking the formation."
"corrected me?" chaeyoung let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the equipment cases. "is that what we're calling a shove now? you’ve been looking for an excuse to put your hands on me all night. you’re a loser, momo. you hide behind professionalism just so you can bully me in front of twenty thousand people."
"i don't need an excuse to put my hands on you, and we both know it," momo growled, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous register that made the hair on the back of chaeyoung’s neck stand up. she stepped even closer, her physical presence looming, heavy and suffocating. "you spent the entire encore trying to make me look like a fool. sticking your tongue out behind jihyo? digging your nails into my arm? you're lucky i didn't snap your neck right there on the center stage."
"then do it now!" chaeyoung screamed, the frustration of the last two hours finally boiling over. she reached out and shoved momo’s chest with both hands, a hard, desperate push that barely moved the older girl. "stop acting like you're in charge of me. you’re just another member, momo. you aren't my boss, and you sure as hell aren't my owner!"
momo’s eyes went so dark, the resentment and the adrenaline-fueled aggression finally snapping. before chaeyoung could even draw another breath to insult her, momo lunged. she grabbed chaeyoung by the shoulders and slammed her back against a stack of heavy flight cases, the metal corners rattling with the force of the impact.
"i'm not your owner?" momo whispered, her voice a terrifying, calm contrast to the violence of the movement. she pinned chaeyoung’s arms down, her weight crushing the smaller girl against the hard plastic of the cases. "then why are you shaking, chaeyoung? why is your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest the second i get close to you?"
then, chaeyoung swung first, a frantic, adrenaline-fueled shove that sent momo stumbling back against a row of heavy equipment cases. the metal hardware rattled, a sharp, cold sound that echoed through the narrow corridor.
"you think you can just manhandle me because the cameras are off?" chaeyoung snarled, her breath coming in jagged hitches. she didn't wait for an answer, lunging forward to grab the front of momo’s shirt, her knuckles white as she tried to shake the taller girl.
momo’s reaction was instantaneous and predatory. she she used chaeyoung’s own momentum against her, pivoting and slamming her back against the nearest flight case. the impact knocked the wind out of chaeyoung, but she didn't stop fighting, her hands coming up to claw at momo’s wrists, digging her nails in with a desperate, sharp intensity.
chaeyoung lunged at her, her hands catching the collar of momo’s leather stage vest and yanking her forward with enough force to snap a button. "i’m so sick of you!" chaeyoung snarled, her voice cracking with the sheer volume of her rage.
she swung a frantic, open-palmed strike that caught momo across the face—not a playful slap this time, but a hard, stinging blow that echoed through the empty hallway.
momo’s head snapped to the side, and when she looked back, her eyes were void of any warmth. she tackled chaeyoung.
the two of them went crashing into a row of heavy equipment trunks, the metal latches screeching as they skidded against the floor.
they continued fighting, pulling hair, slapping, even moving somewhere more secluded for some reason.
momo used her strength to pin chaeyoung’s shoulders, her knees digging into the concrete on either side of the smaller girl’s hips. she was breathing like a wounded animal, her sweat dripping onto chaeyoung’s flushed, angry face.
"get off me!" chaeyoung’s voice was a ragged scrape in the quiet room. she shoved hard against momo’s shoulders, but it was like trying to move a wall of solid muscle. "you’re always doing this. always overstepping because you think your seniority gives you the right to breathe down my neck."
momo didn’t budge. she just dug her knees in deeper, pinning chaeyoung’s thighs down. "i overstep because you’re a liability lately. you’re messy, you’re late to mark, and then you have the nerve to roll your eyes at me when I try to fix it on stage."
"oh, poor momo! is your perfect little formation getting ruined?" chaeyoung sneered, her fingers hooking into the collar of momo’s stage top, tugging downward until the fabric strained. "maybe if you weren't so busy trying to show off, you’d realize nobody cares about your 'perfect' marks. you're just a control freak who can't stand when things don't go your way."
the grip momo had on chaeyoung’s wrists tightened, her knuckles turning white. "i’m the one who keeps this group together while you’re off in your own world. and tonight? when you pulled my hair? you did that on purpose just to see if i’d snap."
"and look at you," chaeyoung laughed, a sharp, mean sound that vibrated between their pressed chests. she bucked her hips upward, intentionally grinding against the heavy, hard weight of momo’s length. "you snapped. you're pathetic. you're so worked up over a dance move that you’ve got me pinned to a floor like a damn animal."
momo’s breath hitched, the sudden friction making her jaw set so hard it looked like it might break. she leaned down until their noses were touching, her eyes scanning chaeyoung’s face for any sign of actual fear, but all she found was that same, stubborn fire.
"you want to see 'animal'?" momo whispered, her voice low and dangerous. "you’ve been poking at me all tour, biting at my heels like a brat. you wanted this fight, chae. you wanted to see what happened if you finally pushed me over the edge."
"i wanted you to leave me alone!" chaeyoung yelled back, though her hands had stopped pushing and were now balled into tight fists against momo’s chest. "i wanted you to stop looking at me like you own me!"
"but i do," momo said, her voice dropping into a flat, terrifying calm. "every time you look at me on that stage, every time you try to piss me off, it’s because you want my eyes on you. you're starving for it."
chaeyoung tried to spit a retort, but her voice died in her throat as momo shifted, the sheer size and heat of her making the small space feel like an oven. the fight wasn't over, but the air was shifting—the anger was still there, but it was turning into something much heavier and harder to breathe through.
the room was getting hotter but chaeyoung wasn’t done. she lunged upward, her teeth catching the skin of momo’s shoulder through the thin strap of her top. it was a hard, frustrated bite that left Momo hissing through her teeth.
"you little whore!" momo growled. she didn't pull away, she used the momentum to shove chaeyoung back down, her hand tangling deep into the short, messy hair at the back of chaeyoung’s head.
momo lunged, her entire weight a crushing force that drove chaeyoung back until the edge of a heavy equipment flight case bit into the small of the younger girl's back.
the metal trim was cold and unforgiving, but momo was a furnace, her hands coming up to slam against the lid on either side of chaeyoung’s head with a deafening crack.
"you’re a pathetic, talentless brat," momo hissed, her face inches away, her features distorted by a cold, sharp fury. "you spend every second on that stage trying to sabotage me because you know you’ll never have half the discipline i have. you’re lazy, you’re messy, and you’re a goddamn liability to this group."
chaeyoung didn’t flinch, she leaned forward meeting that heat with a look of pure, concentrated venom. "and you’re a fucking machine," she spat, the words landing like slaps. "a hollow, boring puppet. you’ve got nothing behind those eyes but the choreography someone else told you to do. you’re so goddamn desperate for perfection because you’re terrified that without it, you’re absolutely nothing. you’re a placeholder, momo. a pretty face that does what it’s told."
momo’s eyes turned darker. her hand shot out, not to hit, but to seize chaeyoung’s jaw, her thumb digging into the soft skin of her cheek with bruising force. she forced chaeyoung’s head back, exposing the frantic pulse in her neck.
"i’m the person keeping your career alive," momo growled, her voice dropping into a guttural, dangerous register. "while you’re busy acting like a 'rebel' and missing your marks, i’m the one cleaning up your messes. you’re a child playing at being an artist. you’re lucky i haven’t choked the life out of your ego months ago."
chaeyoung let out a jagged, ugly laugh, even with her jaw pinned. she reached up, her nails clawing at momo’s wrists, leaving red welts against the pale skin. "then do it. stop talking about it and actually do something for once in your life that isn't scripted. you’re a bitchass coward, hirai. you’re a control freak who’s too scared to actually lose it."
she leaned in, her voice a poisonous whisper. "you hate me because i’m the only thing in your life you can’t fix. i’m the one person who looks at you and sees how empty you really are."
momo’s composure shattered. she let out a sharp, animalistic sound and wrenched chaeyoung’s wrists upward, pinning them flat against the flight case with a force that made the metal groan.
she crowded into chaeyoung’s space, her muscular legs forcing chaeyoung’s knees apart, pinning her completely.
"you’re a disgusting, ungrateful little bitch!" momo snarled, her chest heaving against chaeyoung’s. "you want to fucking talk about empty? you’re the one who can’t stop looking at me. you’re the one who follows me around like a dog just to get a rise out of me. you’re starving for thi-"
"i’m starving for you to get out of my sight," chaeyoung shot back, her voice shaking with the sheer volume of adrenaline. she tried to spit, her face contorted with loathing. "you’re a bully. you’re a freak. i hate the way you breathe, i hate your stupid face, and i hate that i have to share a stage with a talentless hack like you."
momo didn't respond with words. she tightened her grip until chaeyoung gasped, the sound of their heavy, synchronized breathing the only thing filling the cramped, dark space.
the hatred was so thick it was suffocating, a toxic cloud that made every nerve ending in chaeyoung’s body scream. they were two seconds away from a fistfight, or something much more violent, and neither of them was willing to be the first to back down.
chaeyoung didn't wait for another word—she lashed out, her palm connecting with momo’s cheek in a sharp, stinging crack that echoed off the concrete.
"don't you EVER talk to me like that," chaeyoung hissed, her voice trembling with pure, unadulterated spite. before momo could even blink, chaeyoung lunged, her small fists thudding against momo's shoulders and chest in a frantic, uncoordinated blur of motion.
she wasn't fighting like a professional, she was fighting like a cornered animal, desperate to leave a mark.
momo's head snapped back from the force of a punch that caught her square in the jaw. for a split second, the shock on her face was palpable, but it quickly melted into a terrifying, cold rage. she didn't hit back—she used her size.
she caught chaeyoung’s wrists mid-swing, the force of the impact nearly knocking both of them over.
"you fucking twat!" momo sneered, her voice a low, dangerous rumble. she shoved chaeyoung hard, sending her stumbling back into a stack of empty equipment crates.
chaeyoung didn't stay down. she scrambled back up, her hair a tangled mess across her face. she dove at momo again, her nails digging into the skin of momo's neck, dragging down until they drew thin, angry red lines.
they collided with a sickening thud, falling into a heap on the floor.
it became a frantic, ugly scuffle on the cold linoleum. they rolled over each other, a mess of tangled limbs and muffled grunts of pain.
chaeyoung’s elbow caught momo in the ribs, making the older girl wheeze, while momo’s knee jammed into chaeyoung’s thigh with bruising force. they were tearing at each other’s stage outfits—sequins ripped off and scattered like jagged glass, lace sleeves shredded as they pulled and shoved.
chaeyoung managed to get on top for a moment, her hands clenching into the fabric of momo’s top as she tried to shake her, but momo was stronger. she bucked her hips, flipping them over until she had chaeyoung pinned flat against the floor, her weight crushing.
"stop it! just stop!" momo yelled, her voice raw. she grabbed chaeyoung’s shoulders and slammed them back against the ground once, twice, trying to knock the fight out of her.
chaeyoung’s head lolled back, her breathing coming in jagged, shallow sobs of pure frustration. she tried to bring her knee up one last time, but it was a weak, pathetic effort.
her muscles felt like lead. the fire that had been driving her for the last ten minutes suddenly flickered and died.
she went limp. her hands, which had been clawing at momo’s arms, fell uselessly to the floor, her fingers twitching against the cold tile.
her eyes, glassy and bloodshot, stared up at the dim flickering light on the ceiling.
momo stayed over her, her own chest heaving, sweat dripping from her forehead onto chaeyoung’s ruined makeup.
she looked down at the girl beneath her—bleeding from a split lip, skin turning purple where momo’s grip had been too tight, completely broken.
the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, agonizingly loud gasps for air.
the rage was still there, simmering under the surface, but the strength to act on it was gone.
they were just two people bleeding on a floor, surrounded by the wreckage of their own hatred.
momo looked at chaeyoung’s bared throat, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird. she realized then that chaeyoung had stopped fighting. she had given up.
and as momo’s eyes darkened, she realized she wasn't ready to let her go.
momo didn’t say a word. she didn’t need to. the silence was louder than the shouting had been, punctuated only by the wet, ragged sound of their breathing.
seeing chaeyoung finally go limp—the "rebel" finally crushed under the weight of momo's physicality triggered something dark and opportunistic in her.
she shifted her weight, pinning chaeyoung’s hips even more firmly against the cold floor. with a slow, deliberate movement, momo reached up and grabbed both of chaeyoung's wrists, which were still lying uselessly on the tile.
she wrenched them together and pinned them high above chaeyoung’s head with just one hand, the grip so tight it was meant to leave a mark.
chaeyoung let out a weak, broken sound—half-gasp, half-sob but she didn't struggle. she just looked up at momo with wide, hazy eyes, her spirit completely spent.
"finally.." momo whispered, her voice a terrifyingly low, steady growl. she leaned down, her sweat-dampened hair curtaining their faces, isolating them in a dark little world of pain and adrenaline. "all that talk, all that biting and scratching and here you are. broken."
momo used her free hand to grab chaeyoung’s chin, forcing her to look directly into her eyes. there was no mercy in momo’s gaze, only the cold triumph of a victor. she trailed her thumb over chaeyoung’s split lip, pressing down hard enough to make the blood well up again.
"you wanted to see what happens when i stop being 'perfect'?" momo’s eyes dropped to chaeyoung’s mouth, her expression turning predatory. "this is it. you pushed me until i snapped. now you have to deal with the consequences."
without waiting for a response—not that chaeyoung could give one, momo slammed her mouth down onto chaeyoung’s. it was rough, punishing, and tasted like salt and copper.
she bit down on chaeyoung’s lower lip, a mirror of the bite chaeyoung had given her earlier, demanding entry with a territorial aggression that made it clear the fight wasn't over—it had just changed forms.
chaeyoung’s body gave a frantic, involuntary jerk under her, but with her wrists pinned and momo’s heavy frame crushing her into the linoleum, there was nowhere to go. she was completely at momo’s mercy, and they both knew it.
the kiss was purely about finishing the fight they’d started. momo’s tongue pushed past chaeyoung’s lips with a bruising, territorial force, tasting the copper of blood and saliva.
chaeyoung made a muffled, frustrated sound into the kiss, her head thrashing against the hard floor as she tried to pull away, but momo’s grip on her jaw was a vice.
momo leaned more of her weight into chaeyoung’s chest, effectively knocking the air out of her and forcing her to stay still.
"don't even." momo growled against her lips, her voice thick with a dark, adrenaline-fueled triumph. she pulled back just an inch, her eyes searching chaeyoung’s face for any sign of the mean defiance that had been there minutes ago. "you wanted to see me lose it, so don't you dare try to back out now."
she didn't wait for a retort. momo’s hand let go of chaeyoung’s jaw only to dive down, her fingers tangling into the lace of chaeyoung’s stage top and giving it a violent, sharp yank.
the sound of the expensive fabric rustlung as it tore open echoed in the cramped space, exposing chaeyoung’s skin to the biting chill of the storage room air.
chaeyoung’s eyes went wide, a flash of genuine shock breaking through her exhaustion, but momo didn't give her a second to process it.
she slammed her mouth back down, her kiss even more frantic and punishing than before. her free hand moved with a rough, impatient urgency, mapping the lines of chaeyoung's ribs.
it was messy and desperate. there was just no rhythm to it—just two people using their bodies to hurt and dominate each other because words had failed them hours ago.
momo pulled back again, her breathing a series of ragged, jagged hitches. she looked down at the wreckage of chaeyoung beneath her—her wrists still pinned, her top shredded, her mouth swollen and red.
"you're nothing," momo whispered, her eyes dark and fixated on the pulse jumping in chaeyoung's throat. "and right now, I'm going to make sure you never forget exactly who owns you when the lights go down."
momo’s hand dropped from chaeyoung’s ribs to the waistband of her own performance trousers, her knuckles grazing her own skin with a rough, impatient heat.
she wasn't hiding anything anymore. as she shifted, the heavy, unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of her pants pressed hard into chaeyoung’s hip.
the sheer, solid weight of it was an ultimatum. chaeyoung’s breath hitched, a strangled sound catching in her throat as she felt that rigid length through the layers of their clothes.
it was a blunt, territorial reminder of the physical disparity between them—a weapon momo was fully prepared to use to finish this.
momo's eyes tracked the way chaeyoung’s body instinctively shivered. she shifted her hips again, deliberately grinding her thick, heavy bulge against chaeyoung’s thigh. "still think I'm just a 'puppet'? still think I'm boring?"
momo released chaeyoung’s wrists, but only to pin her shoulders down, her fingers digging into the muscle. she leaned down, her voice a poisonous, hot vibration against chaeyoung's ear. "you've been acting like such a big girl all night, chaeyoung. i hope you can actually handle me."
she didn't use any finesse. momo’s hand reached down to free herself, the sudden, aggressive presence of her length making chaeyoung’s eyes go wide.
momo wasn't looking for pleasure, she was looking for a total breakdown of chaeyoung's ego.
she wanted to feel the moment chaeyoung finally realized she had no cards left to play.
"you’re going to be quiet," momo warned, her eyes locking onto chaeyoung’s as she positioned that aching, rigid length at the clothed entrance. "if you make a sound and the staff hears us, it’s your reputation that burns first. i’m just giving you what you’ve been begging for." she says as she pulled both chaeyoung's pants and underwear down.
momo tapped the tip on chaeyoung's wet slit, rubbing herself onto it. chaeyoung just gritted her teeth, holding back a grunt as she felt the warm heat of it.
momo drove forward with a sudden, brutal thrust that forced a sharp, broken sound out of chaeyoung’s throat.
the pace was immediate and frantic, a direct continuation of the blows they’d been trading minutes ago. momo’s hips moved in a fast, punishing rhythm, her heavy, big cock hitting home with a force that rattled chaeyoung’s entire frame against the hard floor.
there was no rhythm to it other than aggression, it was pure, unadulterated friction.
chaeyoung’s hands came up, her fingers digging into momo’s shoulders. she was still trying to be "mean", her face twisted into a scowl, her eyes narrowed with a lingering, bitter anger.
"ngh... i-i still hate you," she hissed, the words coming out in jagged, breathy stammers. she tried to push back, to maintain some semblance of a fight, but her body was failing her.
the exhaustion from the punching and scratching had left her limbs heavy and her muscles shaking. she was "weak"—every time she tried to shove momo off, her arms just gave way, leaving her pinned and vulnerable.
she was mad that her body was reacting, mad that the sheer, rough friction was making her head light despite the venom still in her heart.
"hate me then," momo growled, her voice a guttural rasp. she didn't slow down, if anything, the insult made her pound her cock faster and harder.
she grabbed chaeyoung’s chin, forcing her to look at the cold, predatory triumph in her eyes. "hate me while you're taking every bit of this. hate me while you're pinned to a dirty floor like a dog."
momo’s cock slammed against her with every relentless stroke, the sound of their bodies colliding loud and rhythmic in the small room.
chaeyoung’s head lolled back, her mouth hanging open as she struggled to breathe. she was trying so hard to stay defiant, to keep that "mean" edge, but the physical onslaught was overwhelming.
every time she tried to spit another insult, it was cut off by a gasp as momo hit a particularly deep and sweet spot.
her tummy even slightly bulged with the shape of momo's dick. the scene was obscene and disgusting almost if chaeyoung wasn't receiving this.
momo was gonna finish what they started. with one hand still pinning chaeyoung’s wrists and the other digging into her hip, momo drove forward with a series of deep, punishing thrusts that left chaeyoung gasping for air, her back arching off the cold linoleum in a final, involuntary twitch of submission.
with a low, guttural growl, momo came hard inside chaeyoung, hot sticky cum spilling deep in her. she slumped forward for a split second, her forehead resting against chaeyoung’s sweat-soaked shoulder, their hearts hammering against each other in a jagged, violent rhythm.
there wasn't cuddling, no aftercare.
suddenly the heavy thud of footsteps in the distant hallway snapped the silence.
"momo? chaeyoung?" a staff member’s voice called out, muffled by the heavy storage door. "we’re leaving in five! get to the van!"
the panic was instantaneous. momo scrambled off chaeyoung, her movements robotic and frantic. she didn't look at the girl on the floor as she zipped her trousers, hiding her cock that was slowly softening.
she wiped a smudge of ruined lipstick from her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes darting to the door.
"get up," momo hurrieed, her voice back to that sharp, commanding tone. "now!"
chaeyoung moved like her limbs were made of lead. she sat up, her face a mess of smeared eyeliner and a split lip that was already starting to puff up.
she looked down at her shredded lace top, a flash of genuine panic crossing her eyes before she masked it with a sneer.
"i'm going to tell them you tripped me," chaeyoung groaned, her voice still shaky as she grabbed a discarded backup hoodie from a nearby rack to hide her torn stage outfit.
she stood up, leaning against the equipment case for support, her legs trembling visibly.
"tell them whatever you want," momo snapped, checking her reflection in a piece of polished metal equipment. she smoothed her hair, the "perfect dancer" mask sliding back into place with terrifying speed. "just get your shit together before you walk out that door."
they stood there for a heartbeat—two idols, bruised, bleeding, and absolutely loathing one another before momo turned the handle. they walked out into the bright hallway just as the staff rounded the corner, their faces neutral and distant, the toxic secret of what just happened buried under layers of professional polish.
the walk to the van was a blur of fluorescent hallway lights and the forced, practiced nods they gave to the passing staff. they moved in perfect, synchronized silence—the same way they did on stage, but the air between them was practically vibrating with the leftover heat of the floor.
as they climbed into the back of the blacked-out suv, the heavy door slid shut with a final, echoing thud, cutting them off from the bustling world of the venue.
the van was dark, smelling of leather and expensive air freshener.
chaeyoung slumped into the corner seat, pulling the oversized hoodie tighter around her frame to hide the wreckage underneath.
she didn't look at the window, she looked straight at momo, who was sitting directly across from her.
momo was perfectly composed, her hands folded in her lap, looking every bit the untouchable dancer. but beneath the edge of her collar, the red, jagged marks of chaeyoung’s nails were still visible, a violent contrast to her pale skin.
their eyes met—cold, hard, and utterly devoid of anything resembling an apology. chaeyoung’s lip curled into one last, silent sneer, her gaze dropping pointedly to Momo’s lap before snapping back up to her eyes.
it was a reminder of exactly how low they’d both gone.
momo just stared back, her expression flat and uncompromising, a silent promise that the next time they were behind a closed door, the fight would be even worse.
the van pulled away, and they both looked in opposite directions, the silence of the vehicle heavy with a hatred that felt more like a permanent bond than a break.
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a/n: i feel like i cluldve done better than ts but wow i wish was in chaeyoungs place!!!
a/n again: im nkt satsified w the smut scene but it ok righr guys
