#moji

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It was made clear that employees in the agency were required to dish out their best work.

Momo had just landed a major deal with an extremely renowned high-end brand — promising to have top of the line covers and issues guaranteed by the end of this month — sending even the most experienced designers and writers into a frenzy after hearing the news. And of course Jihyo was no exception, this bit of information was something that sparked Jihyo’s ambition. As a new up and coming writer, she wanted nothing more than to succeed, and this opportunity had success written all over it.

The young Korean woman always had an interest for fashion, and the writing that came along with it. It was her first time landing such a major role in a big company like this. Finally having the chance to execute her life long dream of making it in the industry.

Something she had dreamt of ever since she was little. Writing had always come easy to her, whether that was spending her days locked up in her room writing away, or partaking in local publishing competition’s. It had always been a prevalent part of her life, and her adult hood was no different.

But, she had been made weary, Momo had an impossible plethora of expectations and refused to sugar coat them. The devil they all warned her of was described as was cold, calculating and everything that could be difficult about a person rolled into one — to please her was like trying to get blood from a stone, a damn right impossible quest.

Though, Jihyo wasn’t easily deterred, nor was she one to back down so soon over a few supposed rumours. Despite only being a fairly new employee (that hadn’t quite earned her rank or learnt the ropes). She was simply set on her writing making the cut, and for her work to be submitted as the final draft for this grand operation.

Knowing the task wasn’t going to be a piece of cake, she wanted to prepare for the worst. The worst being Momo’s strict standards.

Jihyo spent that entire evening after work navigating the high street. Singling out trending magazines for reference and stocking up on anything she thought she would need to get her through this week. Juggling bags of supplies — that she herself wasn’t even sure she needed. It was clear to see Jihyo was aiming for perfection, and nothing short of it. This project seemed to be everything to her, and to someone who was used to only writing small columns for newspapers, this was a new, exciting, an everything she could possibly dream of opportunity.

Even during the train ride home, she spent the entire journey jotting down her ideas, taking anything that resided in her peripheral vision as inspiration for her new piece. Doing everything she could in her power to make up a unique and original concept to flock in readers, even outside work hours. Hauling her bags of ‘supplies’, that primarily consisted of shopping she’d been carried away with, to her home.

Shopping or not, she had a tendency of getting carried away. Jihyo had always been a strong headed person, one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind even if that meant grave consequences, she simply couldn’t help herself. If something felt slightly off or out of order, she wasn’t one to readily ignore it, even if the whole world told her otherwise. This trait was something she tried changing countless times before, but it was too far gone to change.

Until she met Momo.

———

Down the street was her dingy one bedroom flat downtown; a constant reminder of why she was working so hard in the first place. Her uncharted optimism faded as she saw the familiar worn down exterior, it wasn’t a pleasant sight but she would make do.

Jihyo struggled with her keys, before she ultimately dropped her bags to the ground in a stubborn attempt to force her jammed door open. Lazily flopping down on her couch after having to exert unnecessary force just to get into her own home. It was all she could afford with the savings left from her previous job, rent in the city wasn’t cheap, though it was better than nothing. She made an effort to keep it properly maintained, making it look better by ten fold. With a few tweaks it was quite nice on the inside, but that alone didn’t seem to outweigh its problems.

Seeing this, Jihyo took a deep breath, but the small flicker of hope that came from her hard work was enough to keep a smile lit on her face, albeit a small smile. She was sure she was gonna go to that office and present her work proudly, and that thought alone was enough to lull her to sleep.

———

The next day, Jihyo stood at the doorway, a folder of rough drafts clutched firmly under one arm, whilst her fingers nervously fidgeted at the corners of the notebook, unintentionally crinkling the paper. Her other hand hovered, undecided whether to knock or not. The large brass door loomed ahead, its intricate filigree catching the early morning light, and a polished sign that read ‘editor in chief’ . It was exactly where she needed to be.

Yet, the rumors she’d heard still gnawed at her confidence, making her pause a little longer than she had anticipated to.

Though, at last, she knocked.

An exasperated voice followed shortly after, “The door’s open.” Hearing this, Jihyo took this as a sign to enter, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Momo’s long train of demands; “So for breakfast, I’ve already placed my order and you’re gonna have to pick it up, because they don’t offer delivery, and make me my coffee while you’re at it.” Upon hearing that, Jihyo was left with a dumbfounded expression. It was clear to see she was being mistaken for some run of the mill assistant, not even acknowledging the possibility that she could be the new writer that they had just hired.

“Um…I’m actually here to-,” Jihyo attempted to speak again, before Momo rudely continued her list of demands, “Also, I like my coffee with no sugar just so you know.” The order wasn’t a surprise, a bitter drink for a bitter person seemed fitting, but it was the audacity that still hadn’t settled in Jihyo’s mind.

She stood there collecting her thoughts, her lips parted while her mind raced to construct a new plan that wasn’t the idealistic scenario that helped her fall asleep. “I mean, I could, but I’m here to show you my ideas, my ideas for the big project you set?” The younger woman finally finished, her eyes hopeful in the belief she won’t be dismissed again, going as far as to prepare the coffee as she waited for a response.

The older woman looked up at her again in a moment of ‘ah yes I did say that didn’t I’, and begrudgingly paused the action of her filing her nails. It was the expression of someone who clearly hadn’t anticipated to engage in a conversation this early in the morning. Especially not with someone so bubbly and eager. She took another pause, looking Jihyo up and down once more, though her expression shifted as she really took in her features this time. Jihyo had a good balance of soft and defined, a trait admirable in any face and was hard to ignore.

Leaving even Momo unsure of what her own motives were. To judge her, or check her out, that part was unclear, even on her end, but one thing remained unchanged, and that was her gaze. Her gaze alone that made Jihyo want to dust off her blazer and straighten her posture. Momo had a good poker face that made anyone uncomfortable, which in turn lead to Jihyo having to blurt out a change of topic.

“So… do I start showing them now?”

Momo glanced at the clock and nodded in response, not without rolling her eyes of course, even the prettiest of faces couldn’t change someone within a day. Right?

“Fine show me what you have so far.”

Jihyo smiled politely at the chance, simply enthusiastic to show of the work she spent all evening preparing. Laying out pages upon pages of writing, messy edits etched into them. She was confident her work would result in some sort of praise or admiration but was instead met by a hand tearing the piece she had been most proud of.

“This is a serious project, you do understand right? These ideas are subpar at best and even the handwriting itself is barely legible, and you call yourself a writer?” The disappointment on Momo’s face was evident, emphasised by the dramatic sight of her hand sweeping shreds of paper into the bin. It was clear as day to see the rumours hadn’t been far fetched.

That unjust display left Jihyo in even further utter disbelief, slamming the still hot coffee she had prepared onto the desk in a momentary fit of rage.

It was a small gesture of retaliation. “You could’ve just said it wasn’t what you were looking for-!” She yelled, her tone deflating as continued to hold eye contact, sheepishly wiping the slightly spilt coffee down with a napkin. “Uhh ha sorry about the coffee, but still, you didn’t need to tear it to pieces!”

Jihyo cursed to herself internally, assuming it was one of those moments where she spoke too soon and her words would come back to haunt her.

Momo raised a brow, after her short lived surprise settled down. No one had ever given her a retort in her entire career, let alone a retort yelled at her. Her expression wasn’t clear, no indication of what she was feeling in that moment, causing the shorter women to question her recent outburst even more. Leading her to believe that she was right on track to being fired.

Though that was far from the truth, Momo simply nodded slowly, letting the words process. Jihyo’s outburst proved to her that maybe Jihyo wasn’t as bothersome and eager to please as she expected, and just maybe she was actually someone who this agency needed. Someone who Momo hadn’t sucked the life out of.

Tension hung thick in the air, before a long stretch of silence was broken by a chuckle, then a few more that chained on, being amplified by the baffled expression on Jihyo’s face. “That’s the first time I’ve had someone talk to me like that in a while.” The shorter woman tilted her head in an attempt to find any correlation. “Everyone’s so set on trying to not upset me it gets so boring over the years.” Momo grinned, the first indication of real happiness from this entire interaction, and over the silliest thing? What a surprise.

Which was unexpected, because Momo loved when people listened her, and followed her demands, but something about Jihyo’s feistiness that clashed with her quick apologies made it slightly more endearing.

Suddenly, Jihyo’s worry no longer felt so heavy, as small smile of her own crept back onto her face after hearing the older woman laugh. Despite the shredded bits of work she spent hours on being easily disposed. She couldn’t help but find Momo’s smile a suitable replacement, something about it was so rare, so genuine and so disarming, it mellowed her fiery nature. The idea of making Momo smile had been made out to be impossible, as if the possibility of being eaten alive by her was more tangible.

Both woman feeling something about themselves change.

“And here I thought yelling at my boss would get me fired.” Jihyo added with a nervous chuckle, she wasn’t sure if the smile on Momo’s face was just a glitch in the matrix or not, but what she was really knew was that she was testing the waters now. Whilst simultaneously hoping her light hearted teasing wouldn’t backfire, but it seemed she was safe, for now at least. Momo hadn’t dropped her smirk in the slightest. That was always a good sign from someone like her.

The conversation between them continued, a surprising yet somewhat friendly exchange. A feat deemed impossible by most.

———

Weeks go by and their relationship only grew. Their relationship was different from anyone else in that office. Too close, too intimate that even others had started to notice in things as little as attitude. Momo seemed relatively more patient, well, as patient as someone like her could be that is. But it was enough of a difference that it could be noticed by someone with a keen eye.

From friendly jokes, to small touches that lingered for far too long. Whether it was a hand placed on shoulder with a firm squeeze before departure, or a pair of hands that snuck their way onto the others waist while passing by in a tight space. Insignificant enough to be brushed off as coincidental, but enough for their attraction towards each other to grow.

The very same day they were walking towards Momo’s office after a very long winded meeting. Now caught up in a conversation. A mundane moment of acknowledgment for their changed relationship over the past few weeks, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

Jihyo spoke up first, “You aren’t as strict as you were when you first hired me.” She nudged Momo in the arm, playfully, to emphasise her point.

“Well you’ve gotten somewhat less irritating since we first met.” Momo responded — in her defence, she couldn’t have her indestructible reputation tarnished by some five foot something woman who spoke too much. It was her entire brand after all, a perfectionist with unattainable standards and walls built so high up they were impossible to scale.

But not for Jihyo they weren’t.

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“Less irritating? Oh please you’re just not willing to admit you’ve softened up for me.” Jihyo pressed, wanting Momo to admit she was right. Only to look up and see the Japanese woman’s unamused expression, who if you looked close enough, was obviously trying to hide that tiny smirk that tugged on her lips, a mix of affection and irritation.

And that did something to Jihyo. The obvious restraint behind Momo’s actions made Jihyo want to egg her on even more, to accommodate that strange growing ache between her legs.

Seeing Momo get worked up because of her turned her on beyond belief.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re lucky you’re getting anything decent from me.” Momo added as she twisted the door knob open mid sentence, almost as if ushering Jihyo inside before locking the door with a quick twist. “Trust me I could show you just how strict I could be, hun.” The pet name was a mocking touch to Jihyo’s earlier playful nudging, she knew exactly what Jihyo was trying to do, and she wasn’t one to fall for her little tricks.

Jihyo’s grin grew wider, knowing Momo had caught onto her efforts, given the small steps Momo was taking towards her in order to back her into the desk. But Jihyo simply followed her lead without questioning it, instead testing Momo’s patience in other ways, rather than physical resistance, not that she wanted to resist anyway. “You strict? I bet you don’t even know what that is anymore.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you…”

As soon as Momo murmured that cocky phrase — Jihyo fell back onto the desk with a small thud. The sudden closeness took Jihyo by more surprise than she originally anticipated. And now, she really wasn’t thinking of anything besides how good Momo looked above her. It was a constant reacquiring day dream that had occurred since their first interaction.

But Momo’s mind was completely elsewhere, she finally had Jihyo where she wanted, and that was right below her. Not taking as much time to admire Jihyo as much as she usually would, but she still took her time not being able to help herself. The older woman, gently caressed Jihyo’s cheek, as she leaned forward and held the her down by the shoulders.

Momo’s finger tips were cold to the touch as they gently danced along the Jihyo’s exposed collarbone, resulting in small shiver from the woman laying below her. Making their way back up to brush away any stray hairs that could potentially distract her from her from the mesmerising sight beneath her.

The pads of Momo’s thumbs returned, only to dip into the deepest part of the younger woman’s shoulder blades, memorising every bump and groove of Jihyo’s upper chest. Liking the way Jihyo’s warm bronzed skin felt under her cool pale fingers. A perfect contrast.

Momo’s face edged closer to the point her lips brushed against the curve of Jihyo’s flushed cheek, only to whisper firmly after planting a soft unexpected kiss.

“You want me to prove it, don’t you? You’re painfully obvious you know that right?.” But all Jihyo could do was bite her lip and nod, she finally got what she wanted, and all she had to do was lay back and let everything fall into place.

But boy was she wrong.

The older woman would never let her win so easily.

Bold of her to assume she was gonna get instant release…or any for that matter. Even with Momo’s infatuated gentle caresses. That didn’t mean she would get what she wanted after being so bratty.

—

“You’re gonna have to work for it. Don’t ever assume you’ll get away with just running your mouth.” Momo scoffed, her scoff accompanied by pushing her knee between Jihyo’s legs, applying enough pressure to make her squirm, giving her that short term pleasure she desperately craved.

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jihyo panted, “I never ran my mouth.” She lied, she was more focused on thrusting her hips to gain any sort of friction, rather than continuing her bratty streak or addressing it. Not wanting it to be the factor that made Momo stop that incredible sensation.

Never paying any mind to her shoulders being pinned down, or to how desperate she looked sprawled out on Momo’s desk in broad daylight. Not that she could tell, Momo always had her blinds down.

“Oh please, if you’re gonna lie make it a good one.” Momo seconded by pushing her knee in harder, enjoying the little moans Jihyo was making as she did so.

“Shameless aren’t you? I bet you’re soaking wet to.”

But before Jihyo could protest, Momo lowered her knee and moved her hand under Jihyo’s skirt, tracing along the thin damp cloth that prevented her from going any further. “So predictable.” But Momo’s bold touches stopped there, casually leaning back onto her office chair, deciding now was the time to take back control.

Not without hearing a loud needy whine from Jihyo beforehand.

“C’mere sweetheart, I did warn you’d have to work for it, didn’t I?”

Jihyo nodded in response, her face flushed with arousal, mixed with a pouty lip, but the desperation in her eyes told a different story. “What is it then?” The younger woman huffed, her cheek lying idly on Momo’s lap, her thighs clenched and rubbing together from the absence of pressure that was caused by the older woman’s knee. In hopes that whatever the task was, it wouldn’t delay her own neediness any longer.

But Jihyo never got a response, she was instead met by the sight of Momo unraveling the belt around her hips and spreading her legs ever so slightly. Faint blush tethered Momo’s cheeks to as Jihyo’s desperate expression turned more into something like hunger, but no matter how attractive the women knelt before her looked it, didn’t stop her from from saying her first command.

“I want you to eat me out first.” Momo finished, grabbing a fitful of hair that forced Jihyo to look up at her. Taking a finger and tracing it along Jihyo’s lip. “You do that without touching your self and you’ll get to come as many times as you want, got it.” Jihyo nodded again, suspiciously quick, her mouth open as Momo continued to toy with her bottom lip, unaware of the drool dribbling down her chin.

“You heard me. Wipe the drool of your chin and get to it.”

And Jihyo wasted no time, forgetting her own dripping wetness in favour of doing whatever the Japanese woman wanted. One thing she loved more than letting Momo take control, was doing whatever Momo asked her of, and this was no different.

Instantaneously, being hit by the sweet scent of Momo’s slick as she kissed along her thigh, trying to be sweet about it despite Momo’s rough grip in her hair, a shared moan between them as she pushed her tongue along the entrance of Momo’s pussy.

“F-fuck.” Momo spread her legs further, getting carried away by the way Jihyo’s tongue lapped eagerly, the flexibility of her tongue taking her by surprise. Mumbling short-breathed curses as her other hand, that wasn’t already in Jihyo’s hair, gripped at the chair. Her brows furrowing as she tried to keep control of the situation.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.”

As that raspy breathless sound left Momo’s mouth, it drew the younger woman’s attention back to her own heat between her thighs, but not enough to divert her tongue from curling any faster.

Despite Momo’s warnings, Jihyo found herself pushing her panties aside, the throbbing need that nagged at her core became too unbearable for her to ignore. Slowly inserting a singular finger, curling it in a rigorous and unrhythmic manner after adjusting to hit the perfect spot.

And so, the room echoed with small moans, Momo’s from the pure ecstasy from how surprisingly skilled Jihyo’s tongue was, and Jihyo’s from how there was no longer an aching emptiness between her thighs — and the sweet peachy taste in her mouth.

Momo, too entranced by the sensation hitting her clit she could only squeeze her eyes shut and buck her hips at the pace of Jihyo’s tongue, her juices flowing down the younger woman’s chin and then to her chest, glazing her tanned breasts. Adding a subtle glow when paired with the dim office light. A final touch to the perfect perkiness they already had.

Momo could only moan and grunt louder as felt her stomach tightening, mixed with the sound of Jihyo’s own moans. Who was now inserting a second finger as she felt Momo clench around her tongue, steadying herself with a hand on Momo’s inner thigh, rubbing a comforting thumb on her pussy to soothe the Japanese woman’s nerves.

Earning a small satisfactory whimper from Momo that in turn made her speed up the pace of her own fingers buried deep inside of herself. Causing Jihyo’s entire body to tense up, her knees no longer supported her weight as she came down heavy. Momo’s head had also fallen back unanimously, shaking slightly as she slumped back in her own chair. Gasping as her senses finally came back.

Pulling Jihyo into her lap with a messy, uncoordinated kiss, tasting herself as she slipped her tongue in and held the younger woman’s face with surprisingly careful hands. Only momentarily pulling back to catch her breath.

“Baby that was so-.” Momo paused her praise, her hand no longer caressing Jihyo’s soft locks, instead taking a moment to take in and acknowledge the additional wetness to her own. Far beyond arousal but was dripping down onto her leg exactly where Jihyo was sat.

And suddenly the Korean woman’s equally loud moans made sense.

“You had one rule, and that was to not touch yourself.” Momo’s voice growing eerily calm, making Jihyo sheepishly bury her face into the older woman’s neck, nipping at her jaw as a last resort distraction to get herself out of trouble.

“Answer me.” Momo warned, her hand blocking Jihyo from nuzzling her face back into her neck to avoid the question.

“You did, but it got so unbearable and-.” Was all Jihyo could muster before getting cut off. Knowing she was done for now.

“You want me to be strict but can’t even listen when I give you a simple instruction?” Momo huffed, brushing her hair back as it stuck together on her forehead — caused by sweat from her previous orgasm — though still looking incredibly hot whilst doing so. “Go back to the desk, we’ll figure it out from there.” Pinching the bridge of her nose and she steadied Jihyo onto her feet.

But, Jihyo could only smile like a pervert the entire way there.

To her, it was only going to get better.

——

Momo emerged from the small storage room connected to her office. Her hair now tied up in a pony tail, with the sleeves of her white button down rolled up 3/4 of the way and left open to bring back down her body temperature. A gorgeous black-lace bra beneath the button up accentuating her chest perfectly paired with matching panties. But that wasn’t it — a rather large silk pouch that was set aside.

She looked back up and saw Jihyo swinging her legs off the desk, her cheeks still undeniably flushed and frayed baby hairs sticking to her face. Looking almost sweet enough to have mercy on.

Almost.

“Hands behind your back.” Momo ordered, taking the tie that was once slumped around her shoulders and tying it firmly on Jihyo’s wrist. “If you can’t keep your hands out your pants for a second, maybe this will help.”

With a quick precise movement, Jihyo was face down ass up on Momo’s desk, a humiliating yet arousing position. Only able to shuffle slightly to get herself comfortable, no longer having the assistance of her own hands. Though she didn’t mind considering the ‘consequences’ that were coming.

“You wanted to come, we’ll see how many time you can do that before you can’t walk anymore.” Momo mocked, a tiny smug chuckle followed by her gripping the younger woman’s ass and lifting the pouch back up.

Inside was a strap, roughly 8-9 inches with a thick circumference. Jihyo’s eyes widened at the sight, but her legs squeezing together gave her away. Her breath hitched as she felt the silicone tip teasing her folds, whimpering at the way Momo would press harder each time but would never go fully in.

“Beg and it might just happen.”

Still not satisfied by her own fingers, Jihyo couldn’t help but comply instantly, being embarrassed by begging was the least of her worries when she was positioned like this. “Please, please I’ll-.”

Before she could finish, Momo thrusted in, her habit of shutting Jihyo up mid sentence didnt stop, even in moments like these. The older woman’s hand settled firmly on the small of her back as she moaned loudly, the sound different to when Jihyo had used her own fingers, the pace more rhythmic, yet purposeful.

“That’s it, just take what I give you.” Momo whispered. Quickening her thrusts every time she felt Jihyo clench around the strap tighter, moans and whines blended with the wet sound eliciting from her pussy. Jihyo’s legs trembling to keep herself up right as she felt her first climax coming.

“We’ve barely even started, don’t tell me you’re gonna drop.”

Momo dug her manicured nails into Jihyo’s back, strap sinking in deeper as Jihyo arched and squirmed at her first climax. Whining Momo’s name as went slack against the desk, her legs trembling from cumming but also having to support herself with only her legs whilst bent over.

Still out of breath, Jihyo could barely form anything coherent beyond the sweet sounds she had been making prior, her brain fuzzy with pleasure and the ache in her legs. “Could I atleast lie on my ba-.”

“No.” Momo responded flat out. “If it were that bad you’d have drop by now, and I said we’d stop when you couldn’t stand.” Her tone gentle with an underlying sense of condescension, taking no time to reposition herself, hips bucking back in. “You’re standing, no? You could’ve stopped, but you haven’t.” Momo pointed out.

“But-.”

“But, it just shows how desperate you are sweetheart.” Was all the Japanese woman needed to say before resuming her firm thrusts, fucking Jihyo deeply. Kissing along her back, her lips grazing the younger woman’s ear. “You can do this, it’s all up to you.” Was all should could say before Jihyo came again, this time harder, her stomach not tensing the same but the affect wasn’t any less. The same pitched moan, and the desk more coated.

This time Jihyo’s knees finally buckled, Momo’s arm eloping her just in time. Hugging from the back as she peppered kisses on her shoulder.“Too good…” Jihyo mumbled, too consumed by Momo hugging her tightly, her legs numb from standing and the immense pleasure.

But it was perfect.

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a/n: i feel like I make literacy rates drop whenever I write smut LMAO…😥 (but to be ‘cringe’ is to be free) but I also got a tad lazy at the end

idk if anyone reads these a/n’s but it’s fun rambling