as above, so below

Nayeon hummed under her breath softly, her hand reaching down to caress her lover’s ruddy, sweaty cheeks, her glossy smirk bringing out a slight dimple.

Strands of Momo’s dark hair stick to her flushed skin, her eyes glossy and keen. Nayeon’s manicured nails, ruby red and glistening, trailed down her neck, tugging at the delicate tight gold necklace clasped around Momo’s sensitive skin. Her long red nails scrape against Momo, as she leans closer, her breath inviting goosebumps to rise all over her lover’s skin.

It had been a spur of the moment gift, just because, an impulsive purchase she was so thankful for now—it suited Momo so well, the crystal pendant laying in the hollow of her lover’s neck. A tiny trill of possessiveness made her grin as she tugged the pendant with her fingernail, tutting under her breath.

All mine.

“What was it you said again? I don’t think I heard you right, the first time.”

Momo’s response is muffled by a piece of Sana’s silk lingerie, her cheek squished against their powder white sheets. The tangy, sweet taste of her lover and partner in crime is dulled by the silk fabric of the thong it rests on. It made Momo wriggle needily against her restraints, prompting a quiet chuckle from Nayeon. It was no use. Nayeon made sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Huh? What was that, baby?”

Nayeon continued to taunt Momo as she leans forward, tilting her head to the side as she smiled sweetly, a smug smirk on her lips as Momo pouted.

“Aw. I can’t hear you. Speak up,” Nayeon hummed with a sardonic smile, her plump red lips and pearly whites beaming at Momo. “We’ve talked about this. How important it is to use your words.”

She tries again, but fails, a small trickle of drool slipping from her lip as Nayeon shakes her head, drawing closer to her on the bed. Her white blouse is slightly unbuttoned, and she catches Momo staring.

“My eyes are up here, princess. Pay attention.”

The fragrant notes of her amber and jasmine perfume make Momo’s knees buckle as she tries to stay upright. All she wants is to revel in it, roll in Nayeon, nuzzle their faces together until Nayeon’s makeup was smudged and she had that satisfied gleam to her eyes.

Momo’s knees dip into the bed as Nayeon moves her this way and that, like a doll, her movements are secure, but sudden. Momo doesn’t know what to expect next.

The pink ribbon in her hair is at odds with the scene before her, and Nayeon would pluck it out, but she thinks better of it as she adjusts the towel underneath Momo’s hips. It’s cute.

A quiet amused hum leaves Nayeon’s glossy lips as she wraps her hand around Momo’s wrists, tugging them down.

The longer the silence stretches, the higher the anticipation builds. The worn black rope is soft against her wrists as Nayeon ties careful knots behind her thighs, tying her hands to her ankles.

Momo wanted something “special”. And it’d been so long…