hai tumblr! i'm gianna, i like to write so im going to start posting short works on here. i write a lot of mohyo so thats mostly what i will post but im open to anything! fyi i am an adhd disaster so i can be a lot sometimes, apologies. feel free to message me, i promise im nice! ^^
aquarius, intp 5w4, 19 (07)
fandoms: TWICE, arcane, atla, lok
REQS:
disclaimer!!! I will only write wlw works as that is all i am comfortable with. I would prefer to keep my works about twice, but any other fandoms above are okay!
will do: member x member, rarepairs, smut/fluff/angst, au's, g!p, kinks to an extent, omegaverse
will NOT do: threesome/non-monogamous smut, scat/piss kink, pregnancy, x reader, anything straight, extreme gore/violence, major character death
reqs should take about 2-ish weeks depending on length/content and how busy I am. I am a student-athlete so I can be very busy, therefore causing delays in works.
dni: cishet men (sorry not sorry), racists/homophobes/fascists, bad people in general.
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I studied for 10 hours today instead of being a loser adhd lesbian disaster who cant do shit except thing about hot girls being gay together. someone be proud of me this is an accomplishment 🥹
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synopsis. momo doesn’t care what happens, as long as she has jihyo.
⋆˚࿔ content. angst. miscommunications. unintentional leading on. situationships. slightly internalized homophobia. sneaking around. based off of "the cut that always bleeds" by conan gray.
notes. toxic wlw age gap yuri </3
slow tracing.
momo's woken slowly by the soft touch of the woman in her bed. freshly tanned skin, a warm look in her eyes. home. for a moment, at least. she breathes out slowly, giving a small blink up at her leader. jihyo looks down quietly, the pads of her fingers continuing their slow journey across momo's jaw line. it makes the older's breath just barely hitch, as she leans into the touch. the corner of jihyo's lips lift.
those damned lips. the ones that had charted across momo's skin just hours before, kissing and parting so that whispers of claiming could escape. pressing the older down onto her mattress as she shot euphoria throughout her body. now they laid in the afterglow of both their encounter and the rising sun. jihyo had woken up first, and stared down at momo as if she were a damned goddess.
momo breathes out slowly, as her thumb skids over the older's bottom lip. she whispers against her finger. "you stayed?"
and just like that, the environment switches. jihyo's brows furrow briefly before her face relaxes, and she forces a slow nod. her eyes fall from momo's to her lips and then away - as she pulls away. momo's arm tugs around her, desperately trying to tug her back into the moment, and sympathetically jihyo squeezes her arm, but reluctantly slips out of it.
"do you want to shower?" the younger speaks slowly, disregarding momo's words and soft noises of protest. the warmth leaves the bed along with her, and momo watches as she goes, popping into the bathroom. the sound of running water falls.
momo leans back against her bed, reaching her hand up and rubbing her forehead slowly. a decently sized sigh escapes. jihyo was always like this. ebbing away like the flow of water, making decisions that she ultimately ended up regretting. the only issue was - momo was one of those decisions.
she wasn't stupid, despite the beliefs of others, she knew jihyo was... the way that she was. but someone the Japanese just kept getting tugged back into the situation...ship. it had it's moments of relationship, where jihyo would bring her gifts and cuddle her in bed, meet her eyes during practice and send her that cute, shy little expression she always did. and then it had moments of situation, wherein at some points momo felt more like an after thought. like now.
"love," jihyo poked her head out, her face soft and bare. momo's heart surged, she answered with a gentle raise of her brows, and jihyo murmured. "waters hot. whenever you're ready."
and the older would drag herself out of bed, watching jihyo disappear back into the bathroom. she's briefly glance down at her bare form littered in soft hickeys and the indents of jihyo's teeth on her inner thighs. a part of her would swell with pride at the sight, but a majority would ache, knowing that in a few weeks? they'd be back to how they always were. awkward. distant. jihyo would make comments online about how out of all the members - momo was the one she felt so awkward with. but did she not press the olders body against a wall days prior? did her lips not whisper of love?
momo pushes into the bathroom, finding her silhouette shrouded in the steam of the shower. she swallows at the sight and glances in the mirror. the night last night was over too late, making her under eyes droop with tiredness. that always happened when she was with jihyo. stepping forward, she slipped into the shower, and couldn't help the way her arms automatically went around the shorter girl, dragging her body in close. her chin rest against her head, and for the briefest of moments, jihyo tensed.
momo almosted panicked. almost. but by now she was too used to it. to the push and pull of being with but also not being with jihyo. of knowing her body by heart, but not her mind.
"our schedule is packed today," after a while, jihyo relaxes, rubbing her lover's hand slowly. "will you stay the night?"
momo sighs into her hair. "I don't know, nayeon mentioned-"
"stay." jihyo cut her off, turning around. she looked up slightly into momo's eyes, her hand reaching to trace her jaw again. momo pressed into the touch, and jihyo's voice came softly. "I love when you do that, baby. you're so cute...won't you stay the night?"
momo felt compelled.
her head slowly nodded, hands tracing over jihyo's bare hips. she pressed their forms together, leaning and kissing the youngers neck slowly. and jihyo's breath hitched, as she pressed deeper into momo. warm water hit her back like gentle pellets, so momo shifted them to be turned away from the shower head. jihyo melts in her hold, and shifts momp's head to face her.
"you know I love you, right?"
she speaks softer. momo releases a slow breath. "I love you too."
they both knew only one of them actually meant it. momo wouldn't get any better anticipating jihyo's inevitable departure, feeling her slip the moment they moved in the shower to actually bathe. and in the coming days that followed; sleepovers would be less frequent as jihyo drifted off, construed in her own emotions and feelings and not quite placing any of them at the same standard as momo. and momo would cry, and cry. all she knew was crying sometimes.
crying, and holding onto nayeon, or sana, or anyone else who'd hear her sorrows. she couldn't articulate well, but she recognized the pain. relationships had never been good for her, anyway.
jihyo would become a lover, a friend, and then a coworker easily. and momo would remain the constant she always was. she knew her feelings and knew them well. knew that she loved jihyo. loved her touch. craved it, actively. craved her. but she also knew jihyo.
and as blunt as the woman could be?
she never understood her own feelings enough to tell momo how she truly felt, let alone herself.
and so the rhythm would pick back up, with sorrow and with doubt. and weeks could at any point turn into months or maybe even a years worth of time. something could change during a show, and the next moment momo would wake up in her lover's bed, feeling the gentle strokes of her fingers against her back. jihyo's lips - those damned things - would pepper her like a canvas, marking up her territory. momo would feel, again, as if the world finally valued her.
because her own world was back with her.
jihyo's body would remain empty of marks, but her words would carry on.
"I love you, momo."
"do you know how much I love you?"
"come over tonight, please."
"I miss you."
fights could result in the lasting situation fizzling to bones again - but in tandem, momo would wind back up at jihyo's apartment the next day. in her bed. in her life. but still? never quite in her heart. the one awkward member of twice that jihyo just couldn't remain consistent with. and even if momo knew it was bad for her, as nayeon had stated multiple times, she needed jihyo. part of her cherished jihyo as if she were her idol. hers.
she needed her there in her life for stability, for care. even if it meant losing herself.
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if you’re doing reqs then something with Jihyo’s exhibitionism could be fun lol. the girls have talked about the long waiting time with nothing to do while on tour, hence all the tiktoks. maybe jihyo uses the excuse of “making tiktoks” to drag momo somewhere private while everyone is in the concert waiting room
hii, I only had a chance to finish this. I love this idea so much, I wish I could write a whole feast about it but this should do for now! Also I hope the little nahyo mention somehow makes it up for that one request I couldn't write
these drabbles might dissappear any second because I'm not so happy with them, but I highly encourage you to go and read glitter and grease chapter 2 lmao. I hope you have a great day/night!
[atrid reqs #3 out of #3]
minors and cis men DNI – words: 1.1k – tags: hirai momo/park jihyo, canon compliant, backstage sex, semi-public sex, quickie, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering
“Thirty minutes!” Jihyo heard one of the staff shout from the other side of the green room, as the makeup artist touched up her face with a powder. But all she could think about was the Japanese woman who sat with her legs crossed on one of the couches, taking a nap before they started. Her arms were tied on her front, accentuating her perfect breasts in her white fit. She was wearing pigtails after a long time, but it still didn't make Jihyo think of cute things at all.
They've been too busy to even sleep and eat properly, so sex wasn't exactly their initial concern. Well, it was, for Jihyo. She'd been incredibly frustrated since the moment they landed because everyone was so determined to spend their spare times sleeping instead of joining Jihyo while going out, or in bed. But seeing Momo sleepy like that, her pretty prey who barely said no to her– she thought she could get some stress off with her. TikTok, god, right, they needed to film a TikTok challenge.
“Momo-yah,” She settled on the side of the couch, stretching her words as playfully as she could. “Wake up, we need to film a new challenge.”
Momo woke up at light speed and looked up at Jihyo with a confused expression. “Right now?” Her burrows furrowed, that's when Jihyo knew Momo was about to back off for the first time. “Yeah, PD-nim asked for it.” That was absolute bullshit. He never asked for a challenge overseas, and even if he did, they wouldn't be informed like this. She saw Nayeon dart her a confused look after hearing that stupid lie, but Momo didn't seem to question it further after hearing the name. “Oh, okay,” She sat up, dragging her feet to the middle of the room. “What do we do now?”
Jihyo had to think fast, they only had twenty something minutes left and their clothes were already a whole another story. They were about to put their mics in before hitting the stage too, so they probably had a solid ten minutes on hand. “Restroom!” Jihyo suddenly said, jumping up from the couch to grab Momo by the wrist. “We gotta film it in the restroom.” She heard Nayeon's laugh after that, no one was buying that stupid lie anymore. On top of that, Jihyo was making it a little too obvious.
“Restroom?” Momo followed the younger woman without resisting, only asking the wise questions. “Don't we already have mirrors everywhere? What are we going to film, the toilet bowl?” Ugh, her mouth sometimes worked so much in all the wrong places, and this moment was no exception. So when they stepped into the restroom, Jihyo directly pulled her into a kiss, stuffing Momo's next stupid question back into her mouth. “Oh–” Momo gasped over the Korean's lips, realizing how long it's been since she became the chosen one. “So this is the challenge.” It was, and it would only make both of them think how much they've actually missed each other.
“We shouldn't even be kissing right now, fuck–” Jihyo realized how they were already messing up their makeup, pulling herself back and grabbing Momo's hand. “Just get me off. Need you inside, now.”
It was hard to focus completely when you couldn't even kiss, but the thrill of someone catching them here was almost getting her there. “Are you sure?” The older member said, making Jihyo whine with frustration. “Of course I am,” She led her hand inside her shorts, spreading her legs just a little to make some space for Momo. Her back hit the cold tiles when Momo finally started working her fingers, gathering her wetness and teasing her clit a little before pushing it inside. Right then, Jihyo realized how much she missed being touched– so much that she was ready to explode.
Momo's way of touching was entirely something else, giving her exactly what she wanted without bothering to fight back. Unlike Nayeon, who had Jihyo begging until she actually lended a hand on her, Momo got the job done. And she did it over and over again with the stamina of a devil. It was such a shame they didn't get to go all night after being separated for so long. So she reminded herself to switch the rooms with her roommate for the night.
“I keep forgetting how good you're with your fingers–” Jihyo moaned. Her slick sounds started to fill the restroom as Momo's slim fingers worked their way, thumb circling her clit with precision. “You should remind me more. Ah– shouldn't get so shy around me, Momo-ssi.”
That praise made the Japanese double her efforts, gasping into the younger woman's ear as her arm started to cramp. Her speed and force was almost inhuman, completely focused on pleasing the girl she trapped between herself and the wall. Jihyo wasn’t even trying to suppress her moans, basically letting everyone know how good Momo made her feel. It didn't seem like they were filming a TikTok at all.
“Stop trying to hold it back, Hyo,” Momo whispered, not as proud of being exposed as Jihyo was. She could feel her clench around her fingers, fighting back her orgasm as she dripped down the older woman's wrist. “We need to leave. Come on, jagi, just come for me–”
Jihyo was determined to enjoy it for as long as possible though, a drip of sweat running down her temple. “We should miss out that fucking concert,” She said, something you could only hear during sex from such a workaholic. That was so unrealistic that it made Momo scoff. “Or you should just let them see how good you make me, hmm?”
Momo shivered with the thought of it, her own heat throbbing in need. She wanted to feel Jihyo's wetness on her, humping desperately until she just cummed– like she did. She suddenly collapsed over her, shaking violently as a whine escaped her lips, almost making her choke “Fuck, yes, Momo–” She rode Momo's hand, quickly earning her second orgasm without any help. Her head was spinning, her knees were already weak. That stamina she had during a show was suddenly failing her when Momo was the one who fucked her. Jihyo thought she'd never get used to it.
After getting her through the aftershocks with slow thrusts, Momo gave her a quick peck on the lips and made sure she's okay as she moved to wash her hands. “I didn't know you missed me so much,” She said while watching Jihyo's arousal wash off her fingers. “Are you okay?”
Jihyo grabbed a handful of toilet paper to clean herself up, and gave a warm smile to Momo before stepping into one of the stalls. “More than okay,” She mumbled, locking the door as if the only other person in the room wasn't inches deep inside her a second ago. “I'll tell everyone you're staying in my room tonight.”
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