✧*̥⋆ How you study together!⋆*̥✧
✧*̥⋆ Female Class 1-A; pt 1 ⋆*̥✧
Mina Ashido:
Mina just waits till the last day to study and calls you to join her. Pop quizzes and smaller tesstarent ussualy an issue for her so she doesnt bother studying for them but if you guys have a bug exam coming up shes defonetly gathering a study group or making her own.
Studying with Momo or the bakusquad was a norm for her and everytime she makes a study group you're always informed first.
Just make sure to remind her of test dates or she won't be able to study at all.
Ochaco Uraraka:
Ochaco didn't have the luxury to be fancy when it came to studying so she couldn't rewrite the notes or use sticky card but she did have a technique. You and her always recited the notes out loud taking turns correcting the other or adding on to missing information while doing some light training to keep yourself motivated.
Sometimes if you guys were already sore from training she'd have you lay down with her outside and quietly lay down together while quizing each other and giggling at the small mistakes you both made.
Tsuyu Asui:
Asui's definetly smart enough to pass without studying but she liked reviewing the material anyway. She liked to use flashcards more often, memorizing certain dates and words with their meaning so that she could hop through the information when given on the test.
She always split the flashcards half and half with you so that you both get to review the information while also carrying your own part of the workload.
Momo Yayaorozu:
Momo probably goes all out when studying. She hosts study group with anyone that needs help and color codes everything from dates to key words and even has separate notes for each year. Studying with her is like having the textbook besides with how much information this girl stores in her head.
She did make studying enjoyable though with how supportive and sweet Momo was you count help but feel motivated whenever you worked together with her.
Kyouka Jirou:
Jirou likes to plan the specific days she studies on to make sure she has time for everything else. If you wanted to study with her or if she offered you to come study with her, you'd have to have a specific date of when you want to meet up. She's very simple when setting up notes, she explains them to you as best as she cans while you correct any mistakes and you both take turns.
At the end of each session you liked to sit down with her a little as she shows you a new music piece she was working on.
Toru Hagakure:
Oh youhave to carry when it comes to Hagakure. It's not that she foesnt study it's that she struggles with it. You both have to find ways to make the topic more fun to sit down and discuss for studying or else you'd end up procrastinating the whole process. Using cute stickers and notes was susually the way to grab Hagakures attention so you settled on buying a small pack and using it to separate the notes you had to read off.
If that didn't work you both just ended up joining a study group so you could atleast pass the test.
whiney sub alpha momo going into heat and not being able to control herself around you and the members:(
pairing. sub!hirai momo x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. begging, dry humping, teasing.
momo can be an alpha who gives off vibes of authority and dominance because that’s how she wants to be seen in front of everyone else, but that’s just a facade, like others, because she’s truly a mess who becomes weak for you once she enters her heat cycle. she loves to prove herself as an alpha leader in front of everyone else because it’s very important to her to project a strong and stern image, therefore, no one can know that she becomes a pathetic little submissive whenever she’s alone with you.
it’s so funny when she struggles with the task of looking cool and awesome in front of her group members, but at the same time, she’s dying to get her hands on you because she’s dying to kiss you and touch you as much as she wants. she doesn’t quite know how she manages to control herself because she really tries her best not to jump on you and grope you while kissing you intensely.
but sooner or later she ends up letting her desires win and take control of her because she really needs to get her hands on your body :( and it’s all pure suffering for her because you just end up laughing at her, choosing to ignore all of her attitudes because honestly you enjoy acting totally naive and pretending you don't know what's wrong with her when she’s literally hugging you with the sole purpose of grinding her hips against your ass in a pathetic attempt to provoke you and give you the message that she wants attention.
The Mitsubishi Evo sits low and mean on the quiet morning road in Tokyo, matte black panels swallowing the weak light, blue accents cutting sharp lines along the sides and the hood scoop. Custom carbon fiber mirrors, widened arches, the subtle growl of the tuned exhaust even at idle. You’re behind the wheel, one hand loose on the shift knob, the other resting on the thigh of the girl in the passenger seat.
Momo. Twice’s Momo. Your bratty little girlfriend who somehow decided an older guy with ink covering both arms, half his chest, and crawling up his neck was the one she wanted. She’s in a short white skirt that rides high when she sits, black crop top that shows the flat plane of her stomach, hair still a little messy from sleep. The city is just waking up—delivery bikes, early salarymen, the distant hum of traffic—but this stretch of road is empty enough.
She shifts in her seat, knee bouncing. “You’re driving too fucking slow, Daddy.”
You glance over. Her lower lip is pushed out, eyes half-lidded, already restless. “We’re in a residential area. You want me to floor it and get us pulled over?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, blunt, voice low and spoiled. “Right now. In this car. Before the streets fill up.”
Your cock twitches hard in your jeans. She’s been like this since last night—teasing, grinding against you in the elevator of the hotel, whispering filthy things against your ear until you had to shove her off and tell her to wait. She doesn’t like waiting.
You pull into a narrow side street lined with parked cars and shuttered storefronts, the Evo’s engine settling into a low idle. The windows are tinted dark. Still, anyone walking past could glance in if they tried hard enough. Risky. Exactly how she likes it.
“Get over here,” you say.
Momo doesn’t hesitate. She climbs across the center console, knee between your legs, skirt already riding up to show the black lace of her panties. She straddles your lap facing you, the steering wheel pressing into her back. Her hands land on your chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that peek out from under your shirt collar.
“You’re so hard already,” she murmurs, grinding down against the thick ridge in your jeans. “Big fucking cock just for me. My old man with all those tattoos. Makes me wet every time I look at you.”
You grip her hips hard, fingers digging into soft skin. “Take it out.”
She does, quick and eager, popping the button and zipper, shoving your jeans and boxers down just enough. Your cock springs free—long, thick, already leaking at the tip, the veins standing out against the dark ink that runs down your lower stomach and the top of your thigh. She wraps both hands around it and strokes once, twice, watching the way it pulses.
“Fuck, Daddy… it’s always so big. I don’t know how it fits.”
“You know exactly how it fits.” You slide two fingers between her legs, push the lace aside, and find her already slick. She gasps when you push one finger inside, then a second, curling them. “Dripping for it. Bratty little cunt couldn’t wait until we got back.”
She rocks against your hand, chasing the friction. “Because you keep teasing me. Driving around in this hot car looking like that. All those tattoos. Older. Mean. I need it.”
You pull your fingers free, slick them over the head of your cock, then line up. She lifts herself, holds the base, and sinks down in one smooth, greedy motion. The stretch is immediate—tight heat swallowing every inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. A broken moan spills out of her.
“Shit—so deep.” Her forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’re splitting me open.”
You don’t give her time to adjust. Hands on her hips, you lift her and drop her back down, setting a rough, shallow rhythm that makes the Evo’s suspension creak softly. The windows start to fog at the edges. Outside, a bicycle rolls past. Neither of you stops.
Momo braces on your shoulders and rides you harder, skirt bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side. Her pussy clenches around you every time she bottoms out. “Harder. Come on, Daddy—fuck me like you mean it. We’re in public. Someone could see.”
You growl and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet car. “You want them to see? Want some salaryman to look in and watch you bouncing on this cock?”
“Yes,” she breathes, eyes glassy. “Let them watch your bratty girlfriend take every inch. Let them see how you own this pussy.”
You shift, angling her so you can reach deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to pinch a nipple. She cries out, loud, then bites it back into a whimper. The risk is real—any moment a pedestrian could pass close enough. It only makes her wetter. Slick runs down your shaft, coats your balls.
You push her off suddenly, turn her around so her back is to your chest, and pull her down again. This angle is different—deeper, the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with every bounce. She grabs the steering wheel for leverage, ass working in your lap, the blue-and-black dashboard framing the view of her arched back and the ink on your arms wrapped around her waist.
“Look at you,” you murmur against her ear, voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the middle of Tokyo like a good little slut. So tight. So fucking needy.”
“I’m not good,” she pants, pushing back harder. “I’m a brat. I do what I want. And what I want is this cock filling me up until I can’t walk straight.”
You reach around and rub tight circles over her clit while you fuck up into her. Her thighs start to shake. The car rocks subtly with every thrust. Somewhere down the street a door opens and closes. Footsteps. You don’t stop. Neither does she.
“Gonna come on it,” she gasps. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s big cock right here where anyone could see—”
Her orgasm hits hard. She clamps down, pulsing, a broken moan muffled against her own arm as she tries not to scream. You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own, the wet heat of her milking you relentlessly.
When she goes limp against you, you lift her off, spin her again so she’s facing the passenger seat on her knees, ass up, chest pressed to the leather. You climb over the console just enough, shove back into her from behind, and start pounding. The position is awkward, cramped, the roof low, but it lets you drive deep and hard. One hand fists in her hair, the other holds her hip steady.
“Take it,” you grunt. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you asked for.”
“Yes—yes, Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside. I want it dripping out of me when we drive again.”
The filthy words push you over. You bury yourself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as you empty thick ropes deep into her pussy. She moans at the heat of it, pushing back to take it all. You stay locked inside her for long seconds, breathing heavy, the windows fully fogged now.
When you finally pull out, cum follows in a slow, messy trickle down her inner thighs. She stays bent over for a moment, catching her breath, then crawls back into the passenger seat with a satisfied, wicked little smile. She doesn’t bother fixing her panties or skirt properly. Just sits there, legs slightly spread, the evidence of what you just did visible if anyone looked close enough.
You tuck yourself away, wipe the fog from the windshield with your sleeve, and put the Evo back in gear. The engine rumbles to life. Morning light is stronger now. More cars on the main roads.
Momo reaches over and rests her hand on your thigh, fingers tracing a tattoo. “Drive us somewhere else,” she says, voice still rough. “I want to do it again before the city wakes up completely. Maybe with me bent over the hood this time. Or in the back seat. Or—”
You cut her a look. “Insatiable brat.”
She grins, sharp and sweet. “Your insatiable brat. And your cock is still half-hard. Don’t pretend you’re done with me.”
The blue-and-black Evo slides back onto the quiet Tokyo road, exhaust murmuring low. You can still feel the heat of her around you, still smell sex in the cabin. And she’s already shifting in her seat, restless again, ready for the next quick, risky round before the streets get too crowded to hide in.
𝆹𝅥 Implied that reader is a yokai/doopelganger and a yandere too, kind of suggestive
If it wasn't because of Seiko's quick thinking Momo would have died in that first time you tried to attack her, and yet she still cursed herself at not being able to completely save her granddaughter from the thing that was after her, after all you have got close enough to grow attached to her, Momo was your prey now and you weren't going to back off until you managed to consume her completely, to take her life and humanity
Seiko knew it was safer to keep you close, to let you have a place with them for now, after all it was better to have you under control than letting you be free and try to attack Momo again, and while she wasn't happy at the start at least you weren't causing much troubles, just by being close to her you were able to stay calm
But no matter how much Momo acted annoyed or tried to push you away it didn't took long before the curiosity grew in her, after all you always had your eyes on her, you always lingered close and followed her around the house, and you even learned from her how to act more like a human, your ultimate wish was to devour her humanity and take her place, to become her just to be able to devour everyone in her life too, so learning how to be human was just part of your nature, everything you learned was by and for her
You learned to put your feelings and desires into words and actions and that just leads you to become incredibly clingy towards her, in no time it became almost routine for you to express the immense “love” you hold for her, she was your prey, the one you choose and were so eager to taste, the only one you had eyes for, you loved her so much that you would learn to mimic her perfectly over time, a love and devotion only an inhuman thing such as yourself could ever hold, all for your little prey
Seiko warned her about you, about the tricks of your kind and yet your words were louder, your praises echoed in her mind more than the warnings, your hands holding her close, lingering in her skin with that predatory hunger became more than she could ignore, more than she could ever hate
The more time it passed the closer you two grew to be, you were under the watch of Seiko so you wouldn't do anything reckless or stupid, but when Momo started to accept you to be closer it was in your nature to take that opportunity, you glued to her side like a leech, you hold her close at every chance she gave you, you kept singing praises in her ears, kissing every single inch of her skin you could reach because goodness time was only making her more tantalizing, the wait was becoming a bittersweet agony but just by having her closer you could handle it all
And despite how much Momo despised it at the start it was just matter of time for her to change the way to see you, perhaps it was the praises, the way your eyes were always on her, dangerously sweet and intense, maybe it was just that she was getting used to it, whatever it was she was starting to understand your way to love her, to understand it in the way she was capable to understand the twisted and obsessive love you professed for her, to understand it in the way that she was starting to feel the same. It is confusing and a strange mix of fear and excitement but she was slowly growing to love you with the same inhuman intensity
Even if in your eyes she was your prey, someone you will devour someday your presence in her life was becoming everything, you had forced your way into her life and now she can't imagine a day without sharing the bed with you, without noticing the way you look at her, like if she was the only thing that mattered in this world for you, even when you were in a crowd your eyes never left her, you didn't cared about other humans, not yet, and when you started to put yourself in between her friends and her when they became part yokai all because she was yours and only yours it was too much to handle
Whatever it was, wrong or right, dangerous or not, Momo doesn't question it anymore, it isn't in her to question you any more, not when she has fallen in an obsessive love for you herself, when she has grown to love you with the same intensity and when she has forgotten the original threat you were, when she has fallen in love so deeply and obsessively that not even her is willing to let go of you now
A/N: I have to thank my thirsty writing for this, Doresain and Thing (from Steampianist) too, both were a big inspiration
I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but I thought I'd ask. If you are, could you do Momo x shy/fem reader where Momo is a cocky/womanizer on campus(uni) but she only has eyes for reader, always trying to impress her, yet reader just doesn't fall for the attitude yet cannot stop looking at her, catching her eyes during or after class until, one weekend they bump into each other at a shared dormitory or anywhere and the tension is so thick that smut and smexy times happen. Momo can be dom, there can be lots of praise etc.
If u can't do this request and/or are busy I get it. just thought I'd ask! hope you have a great day!
let me be your woman
pairings . womanizer!dom!momo x shy!fem!reader
synopsis . as the cocky, untouchable womanizer of the university, momo is used to getting exactly who she wants. except for you. no matter how hard she tries to impress you, you look right through her attitude—even if you can’t help but catch her eye across the lecture hall. the thick tension finally boils over on the first weekend of the semester, when momo catches you stumbling up the dormitory stairs with a heavy box, she uses it as the perfect excuse to follow you into your room. and this time, she isn't leaving until she gets what she wants.
warns . smut. some cussing. praise kink. body worship. fingering. cunninglius. pet names. (pretty girl, puppy, cutie, darling). aftercare
a/n . dw im still very open <3 working on 2 fics!! c: 1 smut 1 fluff yeyy !!! cant promise ill get them done by the end of the week LOL but hehe
everyone on campus knew exactly who hirai momo was.
she was the star athlete, she was incredibly gorgeous, and she made it absolutely no secret that she loved women.
more than that, she was well known as the biggest, most shameless womanizer at the entire university.
flirting was like a second language to her. she did it completely without thinking, as naturally as breathing.
she would flash a dazzling, charming smile at the barista pouring her morning coffee just to watch the poor girl fumble the cup.
she would casually wink at her classmate sitting next to her, or hold doors open for random women just to enjoy the way their faces turned bright red.
momo never really stayed in serious or long-term relationships. she was famous for short, incredibly intense romances that lasted only a few weeks before she smoothly and politely moved on.
she was never mean or cruel about it, but she still left a very long, very dramatic trail of swooning, slightly heartbroken girls all over campus.
you knew all of this from the rumors, and you were completely determined not to become just another nameless notch on her bedpost.
your defense strategy was actually quite simple: be entirely invisible.
during every single lecture, you purposefully chose a seat in the back corner, kept your head down, and tried your absolute best to blend directly into the background.
you were smart enough to recognize that momo was objectively hot, but you constantly reminded yourself that her smooth lines and heavy stares were just a practiced routine.
she said and did the exact same things to every girl she wanted.
but then, the routine broke.
momo noticed you, and suddenly, her entire world narrowed down to just one target.
it started a week ago during a deeply crowded afternoon lecture.
momo was sitting near the front, surrounded by her usual group of popular friends, loudly laughing and soaking up every ounce of their undivided attention.
for a brief, split second, you happened to look up from your notebook and your eyes accidentally met hers.
you got shy, blushing but you just stared right back at her just to let her know you're not easily captivated.
you deliberately gave her a quiet, completely unimpressed sigh before looking right back down to continue writing your notes despite blushing.
that absolute lack of interest bruised momo’s massive ego...
she was used to everyone fawning over her, and your quiet defiance drove her absolutely insane.
from that exact moment on, momo stopped looking at anyone else in the room.
well, now she only had eyes for you.
every single class after that, she tried her absolute hardest to impress you and break your cold exterior.
she would purposefully choose seats where she knew you would have no choice but to see her.
when the professor asked a difficult question, momo would confidently raise her hand and give the perfect answer, leaning back in her desk with a cocky smirk.
during breaks, she would stretch her athletic arms or casually play with her hair, doing everything in her power to look attractive.
and every single time she did something impressive, her eyes would instantly dart across the room to your specific corner, silently begging for your approval or a reaction.
but you refused to give her the satisfaction.
you kept your face perfectly neutral, refusing to fall for her cocky attitude or her smooth charms.
still, despite your best efforts to stay detached, you couldn't completely stop looking at her either.
you found yourself catching her eye during lectures, and even long after the professor dismissed the class.
it turned into a silent, thrilling war between the two of you.
three times a week, her eyes would lock onto yours from across the crowded hall, and you stubbornly refused to be the first one to look away.
the unspoken tension between you became so incredibly thick that it felt hard to breathe, a silent intense game of chicken that left momo completely frustrated and utterly obsessed with you.
once momo’s radar locked onto you, her mission to impress you spilled out into the rest of campus life.
everywhere you went, it felt like the university’s star athlete was suddenly putting on a private performance just for an audience of one.
when you walked past the campus quad during the afternoons, momo would be there playing soccer or tossing a football with her friends.
the moment she spotted you moving along the sidewalk, her entire demeanor changed.
she would immediately push herself harder, sprinting faster, scoring goals with dramatic flare, and pulling off athletic moves that had her friends cheering.
but the second the play was over, momo wouldn’t look at her teammates.
her head would snap directly toward you, her chest heaving as she wiped sweat from her forehead, giving you a sharp, cocky grin that practically screamed, 'did you see that?!'
even in the crowded cafeteria, she tried her luck.
you would be sitting alone at a small corner table, quietly eating your lunch, when momo would walk in with her usual massive entourage.
she could have sat at the big, popular tables in the center of the room.
but, she purposefully led her friends to the table directly across from yours.
she would sit facing you, laughing loudly at jokes, leaning back confidently in her chair, and flexing her toned arms as she ate.
every time she spoke, her voice carried just a bit louder, clearly trying to get you to listen.
but your defense mechanism was like ironclad.
whenever you caught her looking, you would slowly raise your eyes, look her dead in the face with a completely bored, unimpressed expression, and then "calmly" go back to scrolling on your phone or reading your book gay panicking internally.
you could see the subtle twitch in her jaw every time you dismissed her.
it was working.
the untouchable, smooth campus heartbreaker was flustered by a single girl who refused to give her the time of day.
which brought you to the first saturday of the semester.
the stifling summer heat was bouncing off the brick walls of the dormitory building.
you were currently standing at the very bottom of the central staircase, staring up at the three long flights of concrete steps that led to your new room.
at your feet was a massive, taped-up cardboard box containing almost everything you owned—heavy textbooks, winter clothes, and desk organizers.
it weighed a ton.
taking a deep, bracing breath, you bent your knees and hoisted the box into your arms and instantly, your muscles strained.
the cardboard was slick under your fingers, and the box was so tall that it blocked your forward vision.
you could only see the steps directly beneath your shoes.
one painful step at a time, you began the agonizing trek upward. left foot, right foot!
your breath came in ragged gasps, your arms were shaking crazily under the crushing weight, and sweat was beginning to sting your eyes.
by the time you reached the landing of the second floor, you felt like your arms were about to snap off.
you stopped for a brief second to readjust your slipping grip, your fingers frantically digging into the tape to keep the box from crashing down.
unbeknownst to you, someone had been leaning against the vending machines on the second floor, drinking a sports drink.
it was momo, obviously.
she had been taking a break from her weekend workout, wearing athletic shorts and a sleeveless tank top that put her incredibly toned shoulders on full display.
the moment she heard your heavy breathing and saw you struggling with a box almost the size of your entire torso, her eyes lit up.
this was the ultimate, perfect opportunity s6he had been waiting for all week to finally play the hero and force you to look at her.
a small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she watched you struggle.
she wanted to see how long your stubborn pride would last, and she was secretly waiting to see if you would finally break your rule and call out to her for help.
you, however, had absolutely no idea she was there.
all of your focus was poured into the brutal physical torment of moving that box.
your arms were shaking so bad now that the cardboard was vibrating against your chest.
your quads burned with every single step you climbed.
you passed the second-floor landing and began the final, steep trek up the stairs toward the third floor.
your vision was cut off by the top of the box, forcing you to blindly feel for the edge of each concrete step with the tips of your shoes.
just a few more steps, you repeated in your head like a prayer. just ten more steps and i can drop this thing.
but your body was hitting its absolute limit.
sweat ran down your forehead, stinging your eyes and causing you to blink rapidly.
in that one split second of distraction, your foot didnt lift quite high enough.
the tip toe of your shoe clipped the hard edge of the concrete step.
your balance instantly vanished. your stomach dropped into a cold, terrifying pit of panic as the sheer weight of the heavy box pulled your upper body backward.
you were completely airborne for a terrifying second, falling backward down a steep flight of concrete stairs with a massive weight pressed against your chest.
you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut tightly as you braced yourself for a bone-breaking impact.
the painful crash never came.
a sudden, powerful force slammed into your back, halting your dangerous momentum instantly.
momo had moved with an explosive speed of a professional athlete.
before you could even register that you were falling, she had bounded up the steps and thrown her entire body behind yours to catch you.
her strong, toned arms wrapped around your waist from behind, her chest pressing firmly against your back to anchor you safely against her.
the sudden, intense heat of her body heat radiated through your oversized sweater.
"i’ve got you," momo breathed right against your ear, her voice surprisingly deep and completely steady.
before you could even process the shock of her touch, momo effortlessly reached around your sides.
her steady hands gripped the bottom of the massive cardboard box.
with a single, fluid flex of her biceps, she lifted the crushing weight completely out of your trembling arms.
she didn't stumble under the load.
she shifted the box into her own arms, holding it against her chest as easily as if it were filled with feathers.
you stood frozen on the stairs, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs from the adrenaline of almost falling.
your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps.
slowly, you turned your head around to look at her.
momo was standing just one step below you, looking up with a cocky, breathless grin.
her dark eyes were sparkling with absolute triumph.
she had finally broken through your invisible walls, and she was looking at you like she had just won the lottery.
"you really should be more careful, cutie," momo said, her voice dripping with smooth amusement.
she adjusted the heavy box in her arms, her biceps flexing effortlessly right in front of your face. "a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be doing such heavy lifting. you could have really hurt yourself but lucky for you, i happen to be very good with my hands."
your face flared a deep, burning crimson.
you were incredibly annoyed that she was using a cheesy, practiced pickup line right after saving you, but the sudden physical closeness was making you painfully embarassed.
your heart hammered against your ribs, and you hated how easily she could make your blood run hot.
"i didn’t ask for your help, hirai," you muttered, turning around fully to face her on the stairs.
you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the furious blushing of your cheeks.
you wanted to look intimidating, but your voice lacked its usual bite. "and i don’t need you to be... 'good with your hands' around my things. give it back, i can carry it myself."
momo barely budged an inch, taking a deliberate step up and closing the physical gap between you until you could smell the faint, clean scent of her body spray.
she looked you up and down, her dark eyes lingering on your lips for a second too long before meeting your flustered glare.
"oh no, really?" momo teased, leaning in close enough that her breath brushed your ear. "because from where i was standing, you looked overwhelmed and your legs were shaking so bad, i thought you were about to collapse. besides, i like a challenge so right now, i’m really enjoying holding onto what’s yours."
the sexual innuendo was so blatant it made your stomach do a nervous flip.
the air between you instantly became thick, heavy, and suffocatingly hot.
she was playing a game, testing your limits, and using her physical dominance to fluster you.
you looked down at her shoes, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact because of how intense her gaze was.
"s-shut up," you squeaked out, biting your inner cheek to stop yourself from showing how nervous you truly were. "just... put it down."
"aw, make me," momo replied instantly, her voice dropping to a low, challenging purr that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
she flashed a cocky smile, clearly thrilled by the shy, red flush creeping up your neck. "look, your room is just down the hall, right? lead the way, sweetheart, let me carry the heavy stuff for you. truust me, i have plenty of stamina, i can handle whatever you throw at me."
you let out a huff, trying to play off your extreme shyness as pure annoyance.
you stomped your foot slightly on the concrete step. "you’re literally unbelievable."
"i’ll take that as a compliment, puppy," she chuckled, her eyes darkening with a sudden, deeper intensity as she gestured with her chin toward the hallway. "after you."
knowing you couldn't actually force the box out of her strong grip—and too embarrassed to keep arguing in the open stairwell—you turned on your heel and began walking down the corridor.
your knees felt weak. you could hear the heavy, steady thud of momo's shoes right behind you, her eyes practically burning holes into your back as you approached your door.
you reached the end of the quiet hallway and stopped in front of your bedroom door.
your hands were shaking so much from pure nervousness that you almost dropped your keys twice before finally getting the lock to turn.
your palms were sweaty, and the intense heat of momo’s body right behind you was making it incredibly hard to focus.
as the door swung open, you immediately turned around and stepped into the doorway, using your own body as a physical barrier to block the entrance.
your face was still burning a bright, furious red, and you could feel your heart pounding against your ribs.
you gripped the edge of the doorframe tightly, trying to look firm despite your shaking knees.
"ookay.. you brought it to my door," you said, your voice breathless and tight with shyness as you held out your trembling arms. "t-thank you, now give me the box and go back to your friends."
momo stood perfectly still, looking down at you with a sudden shift in her expression.
the playful, cocky smirk she had been wearing on the stairs vanished, replaced by a heavy, intense look that made your breath hitch in your throat.
"why do you do that?" momo asked softly, her voice dropping to a serious, quiet tone that vibrated right through your chest.
"uhm.. d-do what?" you whispered, your grip tightening on the wood of the door frame until your knuckles turned white.
"ignore me," momo said, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. she forced you to back up slightly into your room just to keep from touching her chest. "every single class, you look right through me. i watch every girl on this campus twist themselves into knots just to get a second of my time, they laugh at my jokes, they try to sit near me, and they blush if i even look their way. but you? you look at me like i’m invisible. it really drives me absolutely insane."
"because you're a damn playgirl, momo," you blurted out, your defensive wall finally cracking under the sheer intensity of her dark eyes. "you say the exact same smooth things to everyone. i’ve heard the stories and i’m not going to be just another nameless name on your long list."
a dangerously dark smile spread across momo’s lips, her eyes softening into something possessive. "sweetheart... you think i look at you the same way i look at them? i haven’t looked at another soul since the day you looked at me in that lecture hall. you’re the only one i want."
before you could process the heavy weight of her words, momo used her frame to decisively push her way past you.
she stepped right through the doorway and into your private bedroom, her shoulder brushing firmly against yours and sending a jolt of electricity straight down your spine.
she walked over to your desk, casually set the massive cardboard box down with a dull thud, and turned around.
with a deliberate movement of her foot, she kicked your heavy dorm door shut behind her.
the sound of the lock engaging echoed through the sudden, stifling silence of the room.
the hallway noise was completely cut off, leaving the two of you entirely alone.
the atmosphere in the room instantly shifted, turning incredibly thick, heavy, and hot with tension.
momo didn’t take her eyes off you as she slowly walked back over, her footsteps sounding heavy against the floor in the small space.
she stopped directly in front of you, the height difference making you feel small and flustered.
you were trapped between the solid wood of the closed door and the undeniable presence of the woman who had just admitted to being obsessed with you.
"well," momo whispered, her voice a low, commanding murmur that seemed to fill the entire room.
she reached out, her fingers trailing lightly along the line of your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact despite your instinct to look away from your intense shyness. "who knew you were this cute up close."
your breath hitched completely as she closed the remaining distance, her shadow towering over you.
you squeezed your eyes shut, your heart hammering against your ribs, fully expecting her to tease you even more.
momo leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, sudden kiss.
the shock of it made you gasp, and momo immediately used that moment to deepen the kiss.
her lips were incredibly soft but firm, moving against yours with desperate hunger that told you exactly how long she had been holding back.
her hands moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, her long fingers tangling into your hair to hold you perfectly still against her.
a quiet, helpless whine escaped the back of your throat. the sheer intensity of her touch sent a wave of liquid heat crashing straight down to your core.
your hands, which had been pressed flat against your chest in defense, instinctively reached out to grab the soft fabric of her tank top, clinging to her as your knees threatened to buckle.
momo groaned against your mouth at your compliance, her grip tightening as she pulled your hips flush against hers.
the weight of her body pressed you firmly back against the hard wood of the locked door, trapping you within her embrace.
every single defense mechanism you had spent the last week building up dissolved into nothingness under the scorching heat of her mouth.
when she finally pulled back just a fraction, her lips were slick and your chest was heaving for air.
momo rested her forehead against yours, her dark eyes almost black with desire as she stared down at your swollen, ruined lips.
"good girl," momo murmured, her voice a rough, breathless growl that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
she let out a low chuckle, her thumb wiping a trace of spit from the corner of your mouth. "i knew you’d taste this good.."
momo kissed your lips again, not giving you a chance to breathe for air.
while your lips were still burning from her mouth, she slipped her hands down to your waist, lifting you slightly so you had no choice but to wrap your legs around her hips.
without breaking the kiss, she carried you effortlessly away from the door and over to the small dorm couch.
she sank down onto the cushions, keeping you firmly planted right on her lap.
you gasped as her lips finally left yours, your face flushing an incredibly dark, furious red.
being forced to sit straddling her lap made you feel exposed.
the heat of her thighs pressed against yours, and your intense shyness made you try to look away, your hands trembling against her shoulders.
"look at me," momo commanded softly, her voice a low, heavy purr.
when you hesitantly met her dark eyes, you saw they were clouded with desire.
momo reached up, her long fingers hooking under the hem of your oversized sweater.
with a smooth, practiced motion, she pulled it up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor.
you shivered as the cool air of the room hit your bare skin, making you instinctively try to curl in on yourself from sheer embarrassment.
but momo wouldn’t let you hide. her hands came down to rest heavily on your waist, holding you still.
she let out a low, shaky breath as her eyes raked over your body, staring at you with an expression of pure, unadulterated reverence.
"so beautiful," momo murmured, her voice thick and rough. "you’ve been hiding all of this from me under those big sweaters? what a waste."
before you could squeak out a response, momo leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of your neck.
you let out a soft gasp as her warm lips pressed a firm, slow kiss right against your pulse point.
a soft shudder ran down your spine as she moved with agonizing slowness, her tongue licking out to taste your skin before sucking a dark bruise right where your neck met your shoulder.
" ngh.. m-momo..." you whimpered, your fingers desperately digging into her shoulders.
the overwhelming intensity of the moment was battling with your shyness, making you feel as though you might melt.
"shh, just enjoy it," momo whispered against your skin, her hands sliding up your back to pull you closer, ensuring there wasn't an inch of space left between you.
.omo’s fingers slid smoothly down your back, finding the clasp of your bra.
with a quick, practiced flick of her hand, the hooks parted.
the sudden release made you freeze.
panic and a fresh wave of intense shyness crashed over you, and your hands instantly flew down to your chest.
you crossed your arms tightly over yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to cover your exposed skin.
your chest was heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, and you felt vulnerable sitting exposed on her lap.
"hey," momo murmured, her voice dropping into a low, soothing vibration.
she didn’t force your arms away, she brought her warm hands up to cup your burning cheeks, gently tilting your face up until you were forced to open your eyes and look at her.
her dark eyes weren’t mocking or teasing anymore, they were filled with a heavy, thick lust and absolute admiration.
"don’t hide from me, puppy," momo whispered, her thumbs softly wiping the tears of sheer embarrassment from the corners of your eyes. "look at how much you’re blushing for me. it’s so hot.. you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
you let out a quiet, shaky whimper, your heart hammering against your ribs so hard you were sure she could feel it through your skin.
"you’re so perfect," momo growled softly, her gaze dropping down to where your hands were still guarding your chest. "let me see you. please."
hearing the confident, untouchable campus heartbreaker actually say please really melted the last of your resistance.
slowly, your tense shoulders relaxed, and you let your arms drop heavily to your sides.
momo’s breath hitched completely. her eyes widened as she took the sight of your breasts in, her gaze burning like wildfire against your bare skin.
her hands slid down from your face, her palms tracing a slow, agonizing path down your neck, over your collarbones, and finally settling firmly on your boobs.
your skin broke out into goosebumps at the contrast of her warm hands on your chest against the cool air of the room.
"genuinely beautiful," momo breathed, a dark, heavy smirk returning to her lips as she leaned her forehead against yours. "see? i told you i’d make you look at me and you're being such a good girl for me right now."
momo noticed the way you still shivered slightly, your shoulders tense with lingering shyness.
a soft, knowing look entered her dark eyes.
"but if you're going to be this exposed for me, it’s only fair i do the same," she murmured, her voice a low, gravelly hum against your ear.
without breaking eye contact, momo reached down and gripped the bottom hem of her sleeveless tank top.
with one fluid, athletic motion, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor to join your sweater.
your breath hitched, and your throat went dry.
now that she was shirtless, you were looking directly at the stunning reality of her athletic frame.
her shoulders were broad and toned, her collarbones sharp, and her abs perfectly defined from years of intense sports conditioning.
the raw, physical presence of her was overwhelming, especially since you were still straddling her lap, your bare chests only inches apart.
"better?" momo teased, a cocky but incredibly warm smirk playing on her lips. "now you don’t have to feel so lonely."
momo leaned forward and the moment your bare skin finally pressed flush against her warm, smooth chest, a jolt of excitement shot straight down your spine.
you let out a quiet gasp, your hands instinctively rising to press flat against her chest.
at first, you just wanted to brace yourself, but as your fingers touched her bare, smooth skin, you couldn't help but feel how incredibly soft yet firm she was.
your fingertips traced the line of her collarbone and slid down across her chest, marveling at the heat radiating from her.
you felt a heavy thump against your palm—momo’s heart was hammering just as violently against her ribs as yours was.
momo let out a low, shaky soft hum at the sensation of your hands on her bare skin. her eyes darkened more, losing all traces of playfulness.
"mhm, just like that," she breathed, her grip tightening on your hips as she leaned her forehead against yours. "touch me, puppy. don’t stop."
your face flared a deep, burning crimson at her praise, your fingers twitching against her skin as you grew increasingly flustered by your own boldness.
you slid your hand down and ran it across momo's hard abs, tracing the lines.
you bit your bottom lip, overwhelmed by how intensely she was watching you react to her body.
"look at you," momo gigglef, her voice dripping with absolute adoration. "you’e doing so good for me, even when you’re this shy."
her hands slowly slid down from your waist, her palms tracing the curve of your hips with an agonizingly slow pressure.
your skin broke out into fresh goosebumps as her long fingers finally reached the waistband of your shorts.
she hooked her thumbs just under your shorts, pausing for a single fraction of a second to look up into your eyes, giving you one last teasing, dominant smirk before she began to slowly slide them downward.
momo didn’t hesitate anymore, her thumbs firmly gripped the fabrjc of your shorts, and with one smooth, steady downward pull, she slid the fabric completely over your hips and down your thighs, removing your very last layer of defense.
a gasp escaped your lips as the cool air of the room hit your lower half.
the sheer vulnerability of being completely bare in her lap made your pussy throb with a heavy, aching heat.
your face was burning so hot you almodt felt dizzy, and your hands instinctively moved down to cover yourself again, your knees trembling against her sides.
but momo didn't let you hide this time, taking your hands and placed them on her shoulders.
she leaned her torso forward and buried her face directly into your chest, pressing her lips right against the soft skin of your breasts.
you let out a soft, pleasured whine, your back arching slightly as her tongue licked a wet path across the sensitive underside of your breast.
the physical sensation was so intense it made your head spin.
momo’s hands locked tightly onto your hips, anchoring you firmly to her lap so you couldn’t pull away from the friction of her mouth.
she moved higher, her warm lips and teeth grazing over the nipple, making you shudder violently from the sudden wave of electric heat.
"ahh.. m-momo..." the name was barely a breath, hands finding purchase on her shoulders.
the weight of her focus was heavy, and the silence of the room seemed to amplify every sound.
she wrapped her lips around your nipple, sucking like a hungry cub as she fondled your other breast with her free hand.
the sensation was too much, you were overwhelmed with pleasure and you were pressing your chest firmly on momo’s face.
momo’s tongue flicked over the nipple, while her other hand pinched the other one eliciting a soft flinch and whine from you.
the sharp, stinging pinch against your left nipple made your hips jerk off her lap, a high, broken sob tearing out of your throat.
but momo’s hand on your waist was like a vice, pinning your ass flat against her lap so you couldn’t wiggle away from the torment.
her tongue kept flicking rapidly over your right nipple, wetting the swollen, dark red peak until it was completely slick, before she suddenly clamped her teeth down and bit it.
"haa! m-momo, stop-!" you choked out, your fingers digging so hard into her bare shoulders that your nails left white marks on her skin.
instead of stopping, momo let out a dark, muffled growl right against your skin.
she swiped her tongue over the bite mark once before sliding her mouth down your ribcage.
her wet lips left a glistening trail of saliva straight down your stomach, making your abdominal muscles contract and shiver violently.
your chest was heaving, covered in a mix of your sweat and her spit, completely exposed as you sat straddling her.
momo’s free hand let go of your breast and slid heavy and warm down to your thigh.
she hooked her fingers behind your knee, forcefully tugging your leg wider until you were open to her, your clothed pussy pressing directly against her stomach through her thin athletic shorts.
you could feel the intense, burning heat radiating from between her legs, and the friction alone made a thick wave of slick leak out of you, dampening your thighs.
"shit," momo rasped, finally lifting her head. Her face was completely flushed, her lips slick and shining with your spit, and her dark eyes were blown out black as she stared down at your dripping heat. "you’re soaking wet just from me touching your chest, puppy. such a sensitive girl."
before you could cover your face in sheer embarrassment, momo’s palm slid up the inside of your thigh.
she hooked a finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down, letting it pool around your thighs.
then, her long fingers brushed directly against your soaking wet folds, smearing your own slick all over your entrance in one heavy, deliberate upward stroke.
you let out a sharp breath, your hands flying up to grip her shoulders as the sudden contact sent a jolt through your entire body.
the intensity of the moment made your head roll back, your eyes fluttering shut as you struggled to process the overwhelming sensation.
momo lets out a satisfied chuckle as she feels your hips instinctively tilt up, seeking more of her heavy touch.
instead of giving in immediately, she pauses her thumb, leaving her long, slick fingers resting right at your opening.
"you’re shaking," momo whispers against your neck, her breath hot against your skin.
she presses the pad of her middle finger firmly against your aching cunt, testing the friction. "and you’re so incredibly wet for me. look how beautifully you open up when no one else is watching."
momo circles the tight heat of your opening once, then slowly, deliberately pushes the first knuckle of her finger inside.
the fullness makes your breath hitch, your eyes flying open to look at her.
momo watches your face intently, tracking every expression as she slowly sinks her finger in all the way to the base, stretching you open with agonizing slowness.
"that’s it, sweet girl, take it all," she murmurs, her free hand sliding up to gently anchor your hip in place so you can't pull away from the sensation. "good girl, look how perfect you fit around me."
you let out a broken, high-pitched whimper as your body adjusts to the deep, unyielding reach of her finger.
sitting flush against her lap like this, your hips tremble, instinctively trying to lift up and away from the intense sensation.
but momo’s grip on your waist tightens, her strong hands anchoring your hips firmly down against her thighs so you can’t escape.
"shh, stay right there for me, puppy," momo commands softly, looking up at you with dark, focused eyes.
she keeps her inside finger perfectly still, letting you get used to the deep ache of it, but you feel the smooth tip of her ring finger press right against your opening, slick with your own heat.
"you’re so fucking tight, but you can handle more than this. you’re built so perfectly for me.
with a slow, fluid upward push, momo slides her second finger right alongside the first.
the added stretch tears a sharp gasp from your throat. your head thrashes back, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life as your walls tightly clamp down around her fingers.
it’s an incredibly intense, deep sensation that makes your thighs shake against her sides, but momo immediately leans forward, tilting her head up to press a soft, reassuring kiss to your exposed throat.
"oh, look at that. you took them both so beautifully, pretty girl," she murmurs against your skin, her voice thick with praise as she feels your internal muscles twitching around her sleek length. "so, so good for me. now sink down, darling. let it slide."
once she feels your weight settle and relax into the stretch, momo hooks her fingers slightly and begins a slow, agonizingly deep curling motion.
she pulls upward, her slender fingers targeting your sweetest spot with a steady, deliberate rhythm.
with every upward stroke, your body reflexively sinks heavier onto her hand, turning your gasps into sexual whimpers right into her ear.
the steady, curling rhythm inside you is already pushing you to your limit, but momo is far from finished.
keeping up the fluid strokes with her fingers, she extends her thumb, pressing it directly against your swollen clit.
a high, breathless shriek rips from your throat, your whole body jolting violently against her lap.
you try to squeeze your eyes shut and muffle the sound against her shoulder by biting, mortified by how loud you just were, but momo’s thumb immediately begins to rub in a tight, relentless circle.
"don’t hide that pretty voice from me," momo commands, her tone a dark blend of authority and pure adoration.
she uses her free hand to grip your chin, gently tilting your face up so you cant hide your burning blush. "i want to hear exactly what i’m doing to you, pretty."
you try to bite your lower lip to stay quiet, but the double friction is entirely too much.
momo’s slender fingers stretch you deeply from the inside while her thumb grinds against your puffy nub.
every stroke forces a flurry of helpless, high-pitched whimpers from your lips, your shyness melting away under the overwhelming pleasure.
"yss, just like that, baby," momo murmurs, watching your eyes roll back as a heavy shudder rolls through your hips.
she deliberately presses harder on your clit with her thumb, speeding up the rhythm just a fraction. "listen to how loud you are for me. you are being such a good girl."
hearing your voice break is all the encouragement momo needs. her eyes darken further with intent, and for a few blissful, agonizing seconds, she increases her pace.
her slender fingers strike inside you with a sharp, wicked speed, while her thumb grinds against your clit in fast, merciless circles, dragging you right to the absolute precipice of your release.
your toes curl, your hips stuttering helplessly against her lap as your vision begins to blur.
you can feel the climax rushing toward you like a tidal wave.
and then, abruptly, she stops.
momo slips her slick, slender fingers out of you and pulls her thumb away.
the sudden, freezing absence of friction makes your breath hitch in a strangled gasp.
you let out a soft, involuntary whimper of protest, your hands instantly clutching at her shoulders as your body practically begs for the rhythm to come back.
"ah-ah, not yet, puppy," momo murmurs, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looks at your flushed, dazed face. "you don’t get to cross the finish line that easily."
momo grips your waist with her hands. instead of just moving you, she slides her own body out from under you, easing you back onto the cushions of the couch.
your legs naturally part as momo slides down off the cushions, dropping gracefully onto her knees on the floor directly between your thighs.
sitting back on the couch with your knees hooked over her shoulders, you look down at her, breathless and trembling from the sudden shift in momentum.
from this angle, momo looks up at you like a devotee at an altar, her dark eyes reflecting nothing but absolute hunger and focus.
she reaches up, her long, slick fingers trailing a line of your slit down, making you shiver. "there," momo whispers, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that sends a thrill straight down your spine.
she leans in closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as she looks up into your eyes. "this is much better. now i can see every single expression on your pretty face while i worship you." she bit her lip.
"the way you’re looking at me right now," she says softly, her voice barely a murmur. "it’s perfect. i want you to stay exactly like this. don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to.
you can barely nod, your fingers digging into the couch cushions as you try to obey her command to stay still.
but the sight of momo looking up at you from between your thighs, unbothered by her own reputation and entirely consumed by you, makes your chest heave with erratic breaths.
"good girl," momo murmurs, a devastatingly soft smile melting her cocky smirk as she praises your obedience.
slowly, deliberately, she leans forward, her hands sliding up to cup the backs of your thighs, holding you open for her.
you let out a small, breathless whine as the heat of her face nears your sensitive skin.
she leans all the way in and presses the warm, damp flat of her tongue directly against your swollen clit.
a sharp, high-pitched gasp echoes through the room, your hips jerking off the couch cushions.
the sudden, intense heat of her mouth is entirely different from her fingers, sending an immediate, electric shock straight to your core.
your head falls back against the cushions, but momo’s hands tighten on your thighs, grounding you.
"look at me, baby," momo orders against your skin, her voice muffled but fiercely dominant.
you force your eyes flutter open, looking down through a haze of tears to see her looking right back up at you.
with unwavering eye contact, momo begins to trace a slow, agonizingly wet stroke upward, lapping up the slick excess she left behind. her tongue is firm and deliberate, mocking the frantic rhythm of your racing pulse.
every time you try to turn your head away or hide your face from the sheer intimacy of it, momo uses a long, sweeping stroke of her tongue to drag a broken whimper from your throat, anchoring your gaze right back to her dark, blown-out eyes.
"look how beautiful you look when i do this," momo murmurs, pausing just long enough to breathe the praise against your aching center before diving back in, her tongue switching to a faster, swirling rhythm. "so damn sensitive. you’re taking it so well for me, pup."
the double onslaught of her swirling tongue and her piercing, dark gaze is already pushing you past the point of no return.
your hips are trembling against the cushion, unable to hold back the desperate, high-pitched noises tearing from your throat.
momo drinks in every single sound, her expression a mix of dark satisfaction and absolute devotion. sensing that you are balanced right on the razor's edge, she decides to push you over.
without breaking eye contact, momo slides her free hand between your thighs. her fingers are already slick with your heat, and with one smooth, deep thrust, she drives two of them all the way inside you.
a loud, strangled cry rips from your chest, your hands flying fown to grip her hair as your walls instantly clamp down around her knuckles.
the sudden, dual sensation of her mouth grinding against your clit while her fingers stretch and curl deeply inside you is a total sensory overload.
"oh my god.. momo—please—i-i can’t—" you sob out, your back arching from the couch cushions as your vision begins to whiten at the edges.
"you’re doing well, pretty girl. don’t close your eyes," momo commands, her voice a gravelly, intense growl against your skin.
she ruthlessly increases the pace, her slender fingers hammering a deep, relentless rhythm inside you while her tongue laps at you with merciless, driving speed. "come for me, puppy. let me taste how good you taste."
the tension in your core snaps. you let out a loud, undone scream as a massive, shattering orgasm rips through your body.
your hips arch off the couch, pulsing frantically against her mouth as wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure crashes over you.
inside, your muscles squeeze around her fingers in tight, helpless spasms, spilling your slick heat all over her hand.
momo holds you firmly through the storm of your release, burying her face deeply against you to lap up every single drop of your climax, riding out the tremors of your thighs until your scream dissolves into heavy, exhausted sobs.
as the white-hot intensity slowly begins to fade into a warm, buzzing afterglow, momo finally eases her fingers out with a wet squelch.
she leans up, resting her chin on the edge of the couch between your trembling legs.
her lips are wet, her hair is beautifully messy, and as she looks up at your spent, dazed face, a soft, genuinely tender smile replaces her usual cocky smirk.
"oh you tasted good," momo whispers fondly, getting up and reaching up to gently brush a stray, sweat-damp curl away from your face. "absolutely breathtaking for me. such a good, sweet girl."
momo gently eases herself up from the floor, her movements gentle so she doesn’t startle you out of your dazed state.
she disappears into the attached bathroom for a brief moment, returning with a warm, damp washcloth.
kneeling back beside the couch, she uses the cloth to gently clean you up, her touch tender and a stark contrast to the fierce intensity from just moments before.
every swipe of her hand is soft, accompanied by quiet, soothing hums whenever a lingering tremor shakes your thighs. once she finishes, she discards the cloth and slides onto the couch cushions right beside you.
without a word, she hooks her strong arms under your waist and pulls your very spent body directly onto her lap.
you melt into her chest, your face burying into the crook of her neck as she wraps a soft throw blanket tightly around the both of you.
momo traps you in a warm, heavy embrace, one of her long hands slowly sweeping up and down the length of your back while her other hand gently strokes through your tangled hair.
"breathe, pretty," momo murmurs softly against your crown, her lips pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. "just relax."
for a long time, the only sound in the dorm room is the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest beneath your cheek.
the adrenaline fades, replaced by a heavy, protective warmth that makes your eyes feel droopy. momo continues her soothing patterns, tracing mindless, comforting shapes against your spine, giving you all the time you need to let your racing heart finally settle back to a normal pace.
but as the physical fog begins to lift, the reality of what just happened starts to crash down on your mind.
the quiet defiance you usually hold onto in the campus hallways feels stripped away. you think about momo’s reputation—the whispers in the lecture halls, the trail of broken hearts left in her wake, and the smooth, effortless way she commands attention wherever she goes.
you had spent weeks trying so hard not to fall for her arrogant charm, trying to be the one girl on campus who didn't give her the satisfaction.
yet here you are, undone on your couch with her, wrapped tightly in her arms after letting her push you to your absolute limit.
a cold spike of anxiety suddenly pierces through the warm afterglow. your fingers tighten against the fabric of her bra, clutching it a bit harder as the heavy silence in the room begins to feel suffocating.
momo notices the subtle shift instantly. the soothing strokes on your back pause for a fraction of a second before resuming at a slower, more deliberate pace.
"what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, pup?" she asks, her voice incredibly low, stripped entirely of its usual cocky bravado.
you swallow hard, your throat feeling tight. you keep your face hidden against her neck, unable to look her in the eye just yet. "momo..." your voice comes out as a quiet, fragile whisper that barely carries across the room.
"i’m listening, darling. tell me." you take a deep, shaky breath, forcing the words out before your shyness can lock your jaw tight. "are you... do you do this with everyone?" you pause, your heart hammering against her ribs a different reason now. "i just... i need to know if i’m just another toy to you. another girl you wanted to break down just to see if you could."
the entire room goes completely still. the hand stroking your hair stops completely. for a terrifying, agonizing moment, momo doesn’t say a single word.
you immediately regret asking, a wave of mortification washing over you as you prepare yourself for a smooth, practiced dodge or a casual laugh that would confirm your worst fears.
you try to pull back, suddenly desperate to escape the suffocating closeness of the blanket and the heavy embrace. but momo’s grip tightens instantly. she doesn’t let you pull away, she shifts her weight, her hands moving up to firmly but gently cup both sides of your face.
she forces you to lift your head, tilting your chin up until you have no choice but to look directly at her.
the expression on momo’s face isn’t smug, amused, or arrogant. her eyes are wide, swirling with an intense vulnerability that you have never seen on her face before.
the confident campus heartbreaker is gone, replaced by someone who looks genuinely hurt that you could even think that.
"hey. look at me," momo commands, her voice shaking slightly with an unexpected weight. she uses her thumbs to gently wipe away a stray tear that had slipped down your flushed cheek. "look at me and listen to me very carefully. you are never allowed to think that. do you understand?"
you blink up at her, your lower lip trembling slightly as you look into her wide, earnest eyes.
"everyone on that campus thinks they know who i am, and honestly, i let them think whatever they want because it’s easier," momo confesses, her voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register. she leans forward, pressing her forehead gently against yours, her breath hot against your lips. "but i have never looked at anyone the way i look at you. i have never spent weeks trying to catch someone’s eye after class just hoping for a single glance back. i don’t care about anyone else in those halls. only you."
she slides one of her hands down to rest directly over your heart, feeling the frantic, rapid thumping beneath your ribs.
"if i just wanted a toy, i wouldn’t be kneeling on a dorm room floor begging for your attention," momo whispers, her gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes with fierce, unyielding intensity. "i wanted you because you’re the only one who sees past the attitude. you’re the only one who actually matters to me. this wasn’t a game to see if i could break your defiance. this was me trying to show you that i’m yours, if you’ll have me."
the sincerity in her words hits you like a physical wave, shattering the lingering walls of your insecurity. the heavy, defensive guard you had kept up for weeks evaporates, leaving you feeling raw but incredibly safe in her space.
"i don’t want anyone else, pup," momo murmurs, her thumb softly smoothing over your cheekbone, her touch worshipful. "i only want you. please believe me."
you let out a long, shaky breath, the tight knot in your chest unraveling. slowly, you lean forward and press your face back into the crook of her neck, your arms wrapping around her shoulders to hold her just as tightly as she is holding you.
"okay," you whisper against her skin, the word full of quiet relief. "i believe you, momo."
momo lets out a long, heavy sigh of her own, her entire athletic frame relaxing beneath you as she pulls the blanket tighter around your shoulders.
she rocks you gently on her lap, resuming the slow, soothing strokes against your back, cementing the deep, unspoken promise that she isn’t going anywhere.
with the heavy weight of your insecurity lifted, a deep, bone-deep exhaustion finally catches up to you.
your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, the steady, rhythmic thump of momo’s heart beneath your cheek acting like a perfect lullaby.
momo notices your breathing slowing down, turning shallow and relaxed against her neck.
she lets out a soft, incredibly fond hum, her arms tightening securely around you as she adjusts the throw blanket to ensure you’re fully covered from the cool night air.
"sleep, pretty girl," she whispers into your hair, her voice dropping to a barely audible murmur. "i’m not going anywhere."
you let out one final, contented sigh, pressing yourself as close to her warmth as physically possible.
surrounded by her familiar scent and the protective hold of her arms, you finally let yourself drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep.
held tightly in the arms of the campus heartbreaker—who now belonged entirely to you—you finally found complete peace.
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a/n: god freaking damn it why cant this happen to me
momo and aira never thought they'd ever get along with each other when they first met! but through you, even those two ended up becoming friends!
at first, they just tolerate each other. both are in love with you, both want to date you and when you suggest a polyamorous relationship, they act like it's a good idea, despite knowing how little they like one another…
looking back, it probably wasn't a smart move. but everything did end up working out, even if it took some time
while they split their time with you up for a while, taking turns taking you on dates, there are also times that they need to be present at the same time
but the more time momo and aira spend with each other, the more they slowly begin to bond and get along. until eventually, they actually become friends
there's still a bit of jealousy here and there, but mostly the two of them can now laugh about it!
both momo and aira are very affectionate people, though aira even more than momo! they love to cuddle, kiss and hug! and aira even loves doing it with an audience, to show you off to others!
hear me out pervy sub momo that keeps stealing reader's worn underwear and when she finally gets caught and reader confronts her it ends up with momo getting fingered until she's crying from overstimulation
roommate!momo having a huge crush on you, but she’s too pathetic and a loser to even try to make a move on you :( she’s seriously had these feelings for you since the first day you starting sharing an apartment, and she’d love to at least be able to talk to you, but she’s too shy! unfortunately, she barely has the guts to say good morning and good night to you, she can’t even interact with you because she’s like a rat; whenever either of you cooks, she ends up eating alone in her room... and eating while thinking of you ends with her unable to stop herself from slipping a hand inside her pants and touching herself, thinking about how beautiful and charismatic you look even without trying to do it on purpose.
it’s a shame that one day you end up discovering her perverted acts just when she's in the middle of one of them... it’s really embarrassing because it’s more than just a low blow to be caught touching yourself, so she wants more than anything than to die! why did you decide to enter her room without even knocking first? your regret is really evident on your face when you try to apologize to her, but your empathy vanishes the moment you notice she was touching you because she seemed to be wearing the underwear you’d left in the laundry basket that same day...
she feels completely ashamed when, instead of reprimanding her and confronting her about her actions, you simply choose to join her in bed. and she can’t even try to ask you what you’re thinking of doing because she's speechless the moment you take her wrist, moving her hand away from her own cunt because it's obvious that it's now your job to take care of it.
