TOP JIHYO SUB READER PASSIONATE SEX HIGH SEXUAL TENSION pwease 🥺
just read your mohyo talk you through it fic for the fourth time
its so freaking good i think u r perfect for writing this request
no pressure 🫶🏻 just write it if u feel like it
In my head, we belong
tw’s// jihyo x fem!reader, dom!jihyo, sub!reader, fingering, oral fixation, friends to ????, stylist!reader, idol!jihyo, lowkey latina jihyo, //
The A/C in your apartment hummed a low white noise as you hunched slightly on your desk, pen in hand, glasses slightly falling off the bridge of your nose, you scrolled through endless pinterest boards you had made the other day, yet nothing was giving you the right inspiration.
You bit your lip out of frustration and you sketched a tiny design in the notepad section of your split screen, using some of the designs are references. You hated it, you scribbled over it and slammed your pen down,cursing under your breath.
Suddenly, your phone rang. You picked it up witho looking at the caller ID, you were used to random business calls throughout the day.
“Hello, this is Y/N speaking.” you answered in a business voice, there was a moment of silence before a husky chuckle was heard on the other end of the phone.
“Hi Y/N-ie.”
You pulled the phone back from your ear, brows furrowing, only to realize it had been on FaceTime this whole time. Jihyo’s face filled the screen — makeup still done up so prettily from her schedule, a wide grin stretched across her face as she dangled her car keys in front of the camera, practically gloating that she was finally off work.
“Oh,” you breathed out, equal parts caught off guard and unbothered, because this was just how Jihyo was.
You propped the phone up against one of your unlit candles —you never bothered lighting them, they just sat there looking pretty and decorative, so they made a perfectly good phone stand— and turned your attention back to your iPad, only half-listening as Jihyo launched into a recap of her day.
“Work was so bad today,” she said, dragging her feet through the parking lot, camera bouncing slightly with each step. “Not like, bad bad. Just.. tiring, you know? Like a good kind of tired.”
“Mm,” you hummed, only catching half of it, eyes flicking between the Pinterest board and the blank notepad.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance,” she said suddenly, teasing lacing her voice as she scanned the rows of cars for hers.
You didn’t answer. You were busy chewing on the end of your Apple Pencil, brows pinched, staring at a sketch you’d already half-decided you hated.
She spotted her white Benz a few rows down and unlocked it with a soft click that echoed through the speaker. There was a pause —the kind that stretched a little too long for the two of you, who usually filled every silence with bickering and nonsense— and Jihyo noticed it immediately once she slid into the driver’s seat.
She propped her phone up on the tiny stand clipped near the steering wheel, took a slow sip from her water bottle, and waited a beat before asking, “What’s up with you?”
You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “Stuck,” you admitted. “On your guys’ concert designs. Deadline’s not for three months but I don’t even have base concepts yet and I feel like shit about it.”
Another pause. A low hum from her end, the kind that meant she was actually listening now, not just half-present like you’d been. The engine rumbled to life.
“Is that it?” she asked. “You doing anything else tonight?”
You shook your head, pencil drifting back between your teeth.
“Alright,” she said, like she’d already made up her mind before she even finished asking. “Give me twenty. I’m gonna grab coffee for the both of us and come over, okay?”
You rolled your eyes, telling her she didn’t have to, that she had way too much free time tonight and was clearly just bored.
“I am bored,” she agreed easily, not even glancing at the screen, eyes trained on the rearview mirror instead as she eased the car out of its spot in one smooth, practiced reverse. “And I wanted to see you. So.”
You watched the way she did it without even thinking —clean, easy, second nature— and something about it tugged at you for half a second longer than it should have.
You shoved the thought away just as fast as it came.
You stayed on FaceTime as she pulled out of the lot and merged onto the street, phone propped against the dash, your face bobbing slightly in the corner of her screen with every bump in the road. The conversation drifted easily, the way it always did with the two of you, it never had a real direction, just whatever came to mind.
“Oh my god, wait,” you said, sitting back in your chair, “Momo brought the dogs over today, right? Tell me what happened.”
Jihyo let out a laugh before she even started, the kind that came from somewhere genuine. “Okay so she brings both of them, right, because she can’t just bring one, that’s not allowed in her house apparently—”
“Obviously not.”
“—and we’re all sat around the sofa in the practice room, we all had our shoes off cause we weren’t really practicing. And out of nowhere one of them just. Walks up to Tzuyu. Stares at her. And pees on her shoe.”
You burst out laughing, pencil falling out of your hand and clattering onto the desk. “No.”
“I’m serious! Tzuyu didn’t even move, she just stood there like—” Jihyo did an impression, deadpan, blank stare, “—like she short-circuited. Momo was apologizing so much, bowing to the dog and to Tzuyu at the same time.”
“Bowing to the dog?”
“To the dog too! She said he probably did it because he was stressed!”
You were full-on giggling now, the stress from earlier melting off your shoulders for the first time all evening. Jihyo glanced at the screen for half a second, the corner of her mouth tugging up at the sound of you laughing, before she turned her eyes back to the road.
“Okay, okay,” you said, wiping under your eye even though there were no actual tears. “What about you, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“Mm, gym probably,” she said, drumming her fingers lightly against the wheel at a red light. “Or the day after. Depends on Jeongyeon.”
“Why does it depend on Jeongyeon?”
She sighed, the kind of sigh that had a smile buried underneath it. “Because I’m the one who convinced her to start going with me, and now I physically cannot make myself go unless she’s there too. It’s so stupid.”
“That’s so real of you, actually.”
“Don’t agree with me, that’s embarrassing.” The light turned green and she eased forward. “What about you? What’ve you been doing besides being stressed at your desk?”
“Studying, mostly,” you said, leaning back, the glow of your iPad still lighting half your face. “Running errands. Nothing exciting. I’ve barely left my apartment except for groceries.”
“That tracks.” The coffee shop sign came into view up ahead, and she flicked her blinker on. “Hold on, ordering.”
She pulled up to the speaker, rolling her window down halfway as a tinny voice crackled through asking for her order. “Hi, can I get an iced matcha with strawberry cold foam,” she said it without even thinking, like it lived in muscle memory at this point, “and a cold brew with mocha, that’s it, thank you.”
You blinked. “You didn’t even ask what I wanted.”
“Because I already know what you want,” she said simply, like that wasn’t a whole thing to unpack, eyes flicking briefly to the camera with a small, knowing smile before pulling forward in line.
The window was still down, and the night breeze caught the loose strands of her hair, sweeping them back from her face as she waited, one hand draped lazily over the top of the wheel. The streetlight above caught the side of her face just right, and for a second you just stared. Forgot you were even holding your phone, forgot the half-finished sketches sitting open behind her face on your screen.
She glanced over.
Caught you.
A slow, teasing grin spread across her face, all confidence, not even bothering to hide that she clocked it. “What,” she said, tilting her head, “do I have something on my face?”
“No,” you said quickly, way too quickly, heat creeping up your neck as you looked away and pretended to be very interested in your Pinterest board again. “Nothing. You just… you look pretty. That’s all.”
There was a beat of silence on her end. When you glanced back up, the teasing grin had softened into something smaller, quieter.. a closed-mouth smile she didn’t seem to be aware she was making, eyes a little warmer than before.
“Thank you,” she said, voice quieter too, before the car ahead of her moved up and she had to pull forward.
She gave the camera one last glance, lingering just a second too long, before facing forward again, hand resting on the wheel as she waited to pull up to the window and grab the coffee.
The rest of the drive passed in easy, looping conversation — nothing important, just the kind of talk that filled space because neither of you really wanted to hang up. But somewhere underneath the bickering and the laughing, there was a thread of something quieter pulling tight, little pauses that lasted a beat too long, glances held a second past comfortable. Neither of you mentioned it. You both let it sit there, humming under the surface.
“Okay, I’m parking,” she said eventually, the engine cutting off, the sound of her seatbelt unclicking. “I’ll just take the stairs.”
“There’s literally an elevator, Ji.”
“I know. I want the extra cardio.” You could hear the grin in her voice, the rustle of her bag, the click of her car door. “Hanging up now, don’t miss me too much.”
“As if,” you muttered, but she’d already hung up, the screen going dark before you could even roll your eyes properly.
You sat there for a second, staring at your blank lock screen, before shaking it off and pushing yourself up to actually tidy the chaos on your desk though “tidy” mostly meant shoving loose papers into a pile and closing out of browser tabs you’d never get back to tonight.
A few minutes later, a knock.
You crossed the apartment and unlocked the door, and there she was. Jihyo, two coffees in hand, hair slightly windblown from the walk up, cheeks just a little flushed from the stairs. And even after all these years, even after watching her get glammed up under a hundred different lights for a hundred different stages, you thought she was always prettier like this. Just her. No styling team, no expectations, no cameras. Just the girl you’d known since you were both barely out of being kids yourselves.
“Hi,” she said, smile breaking across her face as she stepped in, setting the coffees down on the nearest surface before pulling you into a hug, one arm looping around your waist, the other coming up your back.
You caught her scent immediately— that woody, warm perfume of hers, laced faintly with the smell of sweat from dance practice earlier that hadn’t fully washed out yet— and it did something to you, something you didn’t really want to examine too closely. You smiled into it anyway, letting the hug linger half a second longer than it probably needed to.
She pulled back first, eyes bright. “Show me what you have.”
You nodded, leading her toward your bedroom. You dropped into the chair by your desk, grabbing your iPad, while she settled onto the edge of your bed like she’d done a hundred times before, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You rolled your chair a little closer and started rambling, the brief the company had given you, mature concept, heavy on the jewels, structured silhouettes, this reference, that color palette.
“Well,” Jihyo cut in, leaning back on her hands, head tilting, “how about you start with my design. I’m right here, anyway.”
You bit your lip, just slightly, just out of habit while you thought— and you could’ve sworn her eyes flicked down for a second, lingering there before dragging back up to meet yours.
“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat, trying to focus, pulling your knees up onto the chair as you opened a fresh page on the iPad. “So for you — mature, right? What were you thinking, like, fabric-wise?”
Jihyo hummed, thinking, eyes drifting to the ceiling for a second before coming back to you. “I like lace,” she said. “Like— not the soft, delicate kind. The structured kind. With leather, maybe. Something that looks like it could go either way, soft and sharp at the same time.”
You nodded slowly, already sketching loose lines, only half paying attention to what your hand was doing because you were more focused on her voice, the way she talked about clothes like she actually thought about this stuff more than people gave her credit for.
“Leather and lace,” you repeated, mostly to yourself. “Okay. Corset-style top, maybe? With like — “ you gestured vaguely with the pencil, “—a leather harness layered over it. Something with a little bit of edge so it doesn't read too soft.”
“Mm.” She scooted forward slightly, off the edge of the bed, until her knee was nearly brushing yours, peering over at the screen. “Yeah. Like that. I like that you get it.”
“It’s my job to get it,” you said, voice quieter than you meant it to come out, very aware of how close she was now, the warmth radiating off her side pressing lightly against your arm.
“No,” she said, and when you glanced over she was already looking at you, not the screen. “I mean you get me. There’s a difference.”
You swallowed, pencil stilling mid-stroke. “Ji—”
“What,” she said, soft, the teasing edge from earlier gone now, replaced by something steadier, more deliberate. Her eyes dropped to your mouth, just briefly, the same way they had a few minutes ago, except this time she didn’t pretend otherwise. “You always do that. Stop yourself right when you’re about to say something.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do.” She reached over, gently, and took the iPad from your hands, setting it aside on the desk without breaking eye contact. “Y/N.”
Your name in her mouth, low like that, did something to the air in the room.
“What are you doing,” you said, but it came out more like a question you didn’t actually want answered with words.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, a small, almost nervous laugh escaping her, which was rare, because Jihyo was never nervous about anything. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Tonight, mostly.”
“Thinking about what.”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead she reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering against your jaw after, thumb brushing once, slow, over your cheekbone. Your breath caught somewhere in your throat.
“Can I,” she started, then stopped, searching your face like she was looking for permission, or maybe just confirmation that this wasn’t one-sided.
You didn’t say anything. You just leaned in, just slightly, just enough.
That was answer enough.
She closed the rest of the distance, her hand sliding to cup the side of your face as her lips met yours— soft, certain, the kind of kiss that felt like it had been sitting there, waiting, for longer than either of you wanted to admit. You felt her smile against your mouth for half a second before she kissed you again, a little deeper this time, her other hand coming to rest lightly on your knee, steadying herself, steadying you.
When she finally pulled back, just barely, foreheads still close enough to touch, she let out a breath, a quiet laugh following it.
“Took you long enough,” she murmured.
“Took me long enough?” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away completely. “You’re unbelievable.”
You leaned in before she could respond, kissing her again — slower this time, more intentional, your hand coming up to curve around the back of her neck. Her skin was warm under your palm, still slightly damp from earlier, soft in a way that made your fingers want to stay there.
She melted into it almost immediately, a quiet exhale leaving her against your mouth, her hand tightening just slightly where it rested on your knee.
She didn't let you finish your sentence before she was moving, pushing off the bed and into your lap in one smooth motion, the chair creaking under the sudden shift of weight. Her knees bracketed your hips, hands framing your face as she kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue going inside your mouth, like she'd been holding back and had finally stopped bothering to.
You kissed her back just as messily, one hand sliding up her spine, the other still curled at the back of her neck, holding her in place like you were scared she'd pull away and this would all turn out to be some elaborate joke.
It wasn't. The way her fingers tangled into your hair, the small sounds she let slip against your mouth, none of that was a joke.
You both finally broke apart, chests rising and falling, a thin string still connecting your lips for a beat before it snapped. She let out a low chuckle, breathless, clearly pleased with herself, eyes half-lidded as she watched you try to catch your breath.
“Cute,” she murmured, voice rough, before her hand drifted up, fingers brushing your bottom lip slowly, deliberately.
You didn't move, didn't break eye contact, you wrapped her pointer and middle finger around your lips, sucking, pushing them deep into your mouth, watching the way her own breath hitched slightly at your actions.
She leaned in, trailing her lips along your jaw, down the side of your neck, slow and unhurried, like she had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it. Your fingers tightened against her back, a quiet moan slipping out of you that you didn't bother holding in.
“Ji—” you pulled off her fingers with a pop, but whatever you meant to say got lost somewhere between her name and the way she hummed against your skin in response.
“Shh, baby..” she kissed down your clothed body, her arms going to your sides to grope at the covered skin. You bit your lip, unconsciously going to push her head further down, almost impatiently.
“Can i take it off?” she looked up at you, knees probably bruising on the hardwood floor, she didn’t care, atleast not right now. You nodded and that’s all she needed.
You lifted your hips up for her and she slowly took off your shorts, dropping them to your ankles, she looked at the wet patch on your underwear, and then back up at you— her face said it all.
“Shut up.” you bit back.
“What? i haven’t even said anything.”
“Just shut up.”
“It’s cute, i swear.” she smiled as she took both of your knees, spreading your legs, she ran two fingers onto the wet patch, your hips bucked forward.
“Fuck, Y/N.” she smirked as she shuffled your underwear off you, slow, deliberate, almost as if she wanted to savor the moment, your body being something so sacred to her.
She might’ve cummed on the spot at the sight of your cunt, she looked away, swallowing hard, the heat rushing from her face to down her neck and chest.
“What? don’t tell me you’re backing out now, Hyo?” you teased, biting your lip, the breeze from the lack of closed drew goosebumps to your skin.
You didn’t need any kind of warmth though. You needed her warmth.
“Shut up.” she bit back, holding on to one of your thighs for support as she spread your folds, going to your clit and rubbing it in figure eights, applying the slightest amount of pressure onto it, “Is this good, baby?”
She knew it was good, the way you naturally melted into her touch, almost as if you’ve been aching this for god knows how long, the adrenaline rushing to your brain, your mouth feel open, noises falling out. You closed your eyes.
She giggled, “That’s it, mami.” she applied the tiniest bit of extra pressure, spreading you open with her other hand to look at your hole, “Just let go for me, please.. You don’t know how much i’ve longed for this.” she huffed, her other hand going to press her ring and middle finger into you,—just the tip of her fingers— you clenched immediately onto them, almost sucking them in.
“I got you baby.” she finally pushed in with one swift motion, pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy, “You’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl, Y/N.”
You bit your lip hard, but the groan still came out, “My god, Jihyo, keep calling me that.”
“Yeah? you like getting praised?”
You nodded.
“I knew it.” she curled her fingers up, squelching filling the room, “Knew it from how much you’d ask for advice, tell me your goals. Just so you could hear me boast about how proud i am for you..” she pushed up and hit a spot in you that made you try and close your legs. She shoved them open
“Knew it from how much you’d ask me if you were doing good, you just wanted to hear me praise you, huh? You like that?” she smirked, speeding up the pace of her thrusts. Hands on your clit adding slight more stimulation.
You whined, pout on your lips and you bucked your hips forward with every thrust, pushing her fingers knuckle deep into your pussy. “Fucks sake, Hyo.”
“Call me baby.”
“Hm?”
“Be a good girl and call me baby.”
You groaned as she removed her fingers rubbing your clit and replaced it with her tongue. “Oh—Mmph.. Baby… shit!”
Jihyo’s eyes rolled back and she groaned, her tongue sucking gently on your clit as she pumped deeper.
Your noises rose an octave, she knew she was doing well, she knew you were close to climaxing.
“You’re close baby? You gonna cum good for me, huh?”
You nodded.
She hit your thigh lightly, “Say it. Say you need to cum.”
“Jihyo—Baby, ugh… I need to cum, i wanna cum.”
“Cum for me, be a good fucking girl and make a mess on me.”
She kept the pace, earning your orgasm, she drew it out, making sure you get all the stimulation you deserve.
And as you finally came down, she smirked, going up to kiss you, “You okay?.”
You panted, you couldn’t form any words.
The iPad sat forgotten on the desk, the Pinterest board still open, the deadline still looming three months out.
Neither of you cared, not right now.
“Hey,” she mumbled eventually, voice thick with the edge of sleep, “you still stressed about the designs?”
You huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Not even a little.”
“Come on, let me clean you up and i’ll actually help you with this.”
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
pairing; im nayeon x fem!reader x chaeyoung
Sypnosis; nayeon teases chaeyoung by forcing her to watch her and y/n have a good time in bed.
tw!; smut, puppy!chae, dom!nayeon , sub!reader, teasing, praise, slight choking
a/n; thank you so much for the request, I hope this was to your liking and it met the expectations, I tried my best!
(also I was awake till.. 5am trying to finish this up!)
slightly/barely proofread! (im sleepy, enjoyyyy!! I tried my best!)
It was a late night evening, Nayeon was in the kitchen making popcorn, she was preparing for movie night, or so she thought..
Chaeyoung was cuddling with you on the bed.
You gently run your fingers through her hair, earring a small happy squeal from the smaller female in your lap.
Nayeon finally comes upstairs into the room, "Y/n, Chae, you girls ready?"
Chaeyoung sits up quickly, nodding eagerly. Nayeon chuckles softly, placing the popcorn on the nightstand. She gets into bed snuggling close to you.
Chaeyoung pouts slightly, moving more closer to you both, wanting the same attention Nayeon was giving you.
You make eye contact with nayeon as her hand brushes against yours, she smirked, getting on top of you.
You gasp softly, giggling softly, Chaeyoung grows jealous, she lets out a needy whine.
Nayeon turns her head slightly, glaring at chaeyoung, "What's wrong puppy? Is someone jealous?" she smirks wider, then she turns her attention back towards you and kisses you softly.
Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling her closer, Nayeon groans softly in between the kiss. The kiss quickly turned heated, Nayeon slides her hand underneath your shirt, feeling your breast.
Her cold hand teases your nipple.
"m-mmph.."
Nayeon pulls back, looking down at you then pulls your shirt up and begins sucking your breasts, her tongue swirls around your left nipple, you arch your back in response, letting out a moan.
Chaeyoung watches, her eyes widen, she suddenly feels warmth throughout her body.
Nayeon pulls back again as she looks back towards Chaeyoung, she notices a change in her body language. "Something the matter pup?" her voice soothing, but with a hint of coldness.
Chaeyoung locks eyes with her, her cheeks burn, she nods.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"I-I.." she gets nervous, "Use your words."
Chaeyoung's face gets more red, "I-i-i'm horny.. too."
Nayeon lets out a dark chuckle, she hums in response, "well, you can sit there and look pretty while you watch me demolish Y/N."
She let out a needy whine as she pouts, Chaeyoung was inches away from them both, she needed to be in between them both so badly, but she had to obey Nayeon.
Nayeon goes back to her makeout session with you. Your tongues both fight for dominance as Nayeon's hand wraps around your throat softly, she squeezes gently, testing the waters.
You moan softly, she sits up and takes off her own shirt along with her shorts, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Her brown eyes might contact with yours, she slowly starts to pull down your shorts, feeling your heat pulsating through your underwear.
She smirks, biting her lip, as she teases your clit softly. You whimper softly, "Please nayeon.."
Nayeon hums, she loved hearing you beg, it made her more horny than ever.
"Please what?"
"Please.. fuck me.." You bite your lip, holding back a moan, Chaeyoung looks down at your damp patch on your underwear, she slowly moves her hand down to her shorts.
Chaeyoung's breath hitched quietly as she kept her eyes on y/n, she watched Nayeon's hand move swiftly to pull off your underwear, revealing your glistening pussy.
She gasps softly, whimpering.
You buck your hips against Nayeon's fingers, she smirks and slowly slips in one finger then another afterwards, she curled them just right, making you let out a loud moan.
Chaeyoung's hands shake as she watches nayeon.
Nayeon's fingers move fast, "You like that baby?" she coos softly, smirking down at you.
"n-ngh.. yes baby.." you whimpered, feeling her fingers move faster.
As you arch your back, Chaeyoung becomes more antsy, slowly rubbing her own clit, even though she was told not to. She didn't care, she wanted to get off, and if watching her owners get off was the only way.. then so be it.
Nayeon thrusted her fingers deeper into you, kissing all over your body, you arch your back into her, gripping her shoulder, leaving slight scratches on her back.
Nayeon moans in response, then removes her fingers, you whimper in response.
She then hovers her pussy over yours, then begins grinding against you.
You both moan out, Nayeon smirks down at you, gripping your breasts, you moan louder.
Chaeyoung's fingers move faster against her clit, she bites her lip, holding back her moans, she restricts herself from moving completely, trying her best to not move at all.
She slips her fingers inside herself and moves in and out, keeping her eyes on Nayeon and Y/N.
Nayeon continued to scissor with you, she watched your breast bounce along with her own as she moved faster.
your moans grew louder together as Nayeon felt herself getting closer, "Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum if you keep making those sounds."
You moan more, scratching her back, leaving deeper scratch marks on her back.
Chaeyoung grunts quietly, moving her fingers deeper inside herself, she gasps softly, loosing herself in the process.
As she continued watching the perfect sex scene in front of her, she felt herself getting closer.
Nayeon picked up the pace, the entire bed shaking now.
She let out a high pitched moan as she came, you followed right after, letting out a louder moan, gripping her ass.
Chaeyoung shrieked and came all over herself, breathing heavily.
Nayeon pants, landing on top of you.
After a while, she regained some energy and lifted herself up, giving you a deep kiss, you blushed.
Nayeon pulls away smiling, then she slowly turns around to face chaeyoung, but she noticed something off.
She looked at Chaeyoung up and down, noticing her hand in between her legs. That was the first mistake.
Nayeon's blood boiled, she glared at Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung avoided eye contact, she knew she was in for a rude awakening. She gulps slowly, looking at nayeon, as she removes her fingers from in between legs.
"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Chaeng.. why don't you listen to anything that I say pup? Looks like I need to put you in your place." Nayeon says, pulling Chaeyoung by her shirt collar, pushing her down onto the bed, pinning her.
Chaeyoung looked up at her in fear.
You glance over and sit up as well, smirking slightly, you began to kiss and whisper into chaeyoung's ear.
"Prepare yourself Chaeyoung.. this will be a night to remember, after we're done with you~" You whispered softly.
ㅤㅤꕀ ｡ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: MDNI, wlw, masturbação explícita, uso de palavras de baixo calão, titjob (ou tittyfuck, não sei o nome exato), degradação, dirty talk, spit kink de lei.
ㅤㅤꕀ ｡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒: Nada a dizer além de que eu quero ser marmita dela.
Jihyo ama quando a namoradinha dela parece estar no cio.
Você fica tão carente que a bucetinha chega a latejar de tesão para tudo que Jihyo fala ou faz. Às vezes, ela até demora propositalmente a lhe dar aquilo que você tanto quer só pra ver até onde o tesão a leva. Mas a marra de indiferença dura pouco, como ela poderia ver você se esfregando por aí feito um animalzinho carente e não fazer nada?
— Caralho, você é mesmo uma putinha gulosa. — Jihyo afasta o rosto do meio de suas pernas, com as bochechas, a boca e o queixo úmidos, escorrendo fluidos seus, logo dando uma boa olhada em você. Ela mantém suas pernas bem espaçadas para que sua bucetinha continue abertinha pra ela. — Ainda gozando tanto, até parece que essa buceta tava na seca. — Ela ri em zombaria, acerta um tapa na carne úmida, as dobras inchadinhas estalam alto.
— Mais... Porra, eu quero mais, amor! — Exaspera manhosa. Levanta o tronco para olhar direto nos olhos de Jihyo, apoiando-se sobre os cotovelos, uma mão sobe para o seio, beliscando gostosinho o mamilo enrijecido enquanto a outra vai até o meinho das pernas, afastando as dobrinhas meladas e deixando o grelinho bem à mostra pra namorada. — Eu preciso de mais, Jiji. Minha bucetinha ainda precisa tanto de você. — A voz de putinha dengosa sempre vence a mais velha.
— Puta cadela insaciável você, né? — Ri de seu estado mais uma vez, aproxima o rosto de sua intimidade como antes e põe a língua pra fora, bem perto do seu clitóris latejante, mas sem tocá-lo. Deixa a saliva viscosa escorrer até o nervinho e não tira os olhos de você nem por um segundo, observa sua cabeça cair para trás no travesseiro novamente quando sente a babinha entrar em contato ali. — Sorte que a sua Jiji tá boazinha hoje. Vou fazer essa buceta chorar até não aguentar mais.
Jihyo então se ajeita melhor entre suas pernas, agarra os próprios seios fartos, espreme-os um contra o outro e se inclina em direção ao clitóris, onde arrasta devagarinho o biquinho de um deles. Ambas gemem gostosinhas com a sensação, a morena começa a movimentar mais o corpo para roçar melhor o grelinho com o mamilo já tá todo lambuzado.
As mãos firmes de Jihyo logo agarram sua cintura, puxando você para ainda mais perto e aumentando o atrito. Sua mente já não está sã há muito tempo, você geme como uma cadela desesperada, rebolando contra o busto da namorada gostosa. Suas mãos agarram violentamente o lençol abaixo de si, você sente que a qualquer momento pode esguichar naqueles peitos fartos, que sempre a deixam tão realizada e satisfeita.
— Hmm… gosta assim, é? — Ela provoca, aumentando o ritmo da fricção. Ainda que esteja toda melada com seus fluidos, ela cospe novamente na sua buceta para que fique ainda mais escorregadia. — Você vai limpar essa bagunça que tá fazendo em mim depois, viu? E é bom que essa boquinha de cachorra manhosa sirva pra mais do que só fazer barulho, vai ter que me mamar direitinho.
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i get so needy when i see nayeon’s hands, her fingers are so long… i can only imagine how it would feel to have them inside of me curling at the right spot while she nibbles my neck…
