Fans erupted as Momo gently pressed her lips to Sana’s cheek. Sana immediately squealed and giggled as a reddish blush covered her cheeks, while Momo’s face showed a wide grin, her eyes crinkling into crescents. 

The other members laughed at Sana’s giddiness; she seemed to have been struck by lightning full of energy. Jihyo even fanned herself dramatically while Jeongyeon wolf-whisteled. The stage buzzed with laughter… all except for Nayeon.

From the back, Nayeon watched the scene unfold—Momo’s proud grin and Sana’s giggles—and something small twisted inside her chest. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her bottom lip only for a second before flashing her trademark bunny smile and darting towards Momo. 

“I want a kiss too!” Nayeon said cutely, her eyes sparkling with joy. Her voice rose up a few octaves, the sound confident and demanding attention. The crowd’s cheer grew louder as Nayeon leaned towards Momo and presented her cheek expectantly. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a playful smile appeared on her lips, almost daring. 

But before Momo could even react, Sana squealed again and threw her arms around Momo’s waist. “Uh uh! Momo’s mine!” Sana declared adorably as she dragged Momo away from Nayeon. To Nayeon’s surprise, Momo let herself be dragged away, looking like a smiley doll in Sana’s arms.

The fans screamed even louder and cameras flashed in a rapid succession. Someone shouted “SaMo forever!” and more laughter rippled across the crowd. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu doubled over laughing.

Nayeon froze on stage, her smile dropping from her face. However, her shocked state only lasted a few seconds before she put on a practiced smile. She laughed loudly and put on a pout, pretending to be a part of the fun. But her laughter sounded a bit too strained to be genuine. 

From where Nayeon was standing, she could only see the back of Momo’s head and the way her shoulders shook from laughing, totally unaware of how tightly Nayeon gripped her mic. Sana still had her arms all over Momo, her fingers wrapped around the exposed part of Momo’s toned abs. 

When Nayeon’s eyes finally met Momo’s still smiling ones across the stage, Momo mouthed a quick “sorry,” with a grin that was equivalent to the light of a thousand suns. Nayeon shook her head lightly with a bright smile in response, but she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Momo obviously had no idea what she'd done. 

For the rest of the fanmeet, Nayeon laughed and smiled like always, but every time Momo and Sana got all over each other, Nayeon’s smile faltered. Every touch or joke shared between the two of them made her muscles tense. She tried to forget about the two of them and by teasing the other members and interacting with fans, but she still couldn’t hide the way her legs bounced relentlessly—the only sign that she was annoyed.

------after the fanmeet------

The cheering faded hours later, replaced by the low hum of the SUV’s engine. They usually took the team’s large van to get back to their homes, but it was currently in the shop for some tire malfunction. Nine people in one car was absolute chaos. There was barely enough space for all of them in the back seat. Tzuyu and Mina even had to sit on the floor. 

Nayeon was squished in the middle seat between Jeongyeon and Dahyun (who was sitting on Jeongyeon’s thigh), and Sana and Momo. Sana straddled Momo's right thigh, her head comfortably leaning on the window next to her. Jihyo drove while Chaeyoung sat in the passenger seat, the prize of winning the nine-way rock-paper-scissors game the members played for shotgun.

“Hey, careful,” Momo said softly to Sana as the car hit a bump. She placed her hands around Sana’s waist, steadying her so that she didn’t fall into Tzuyu. Nayeon’s eyes flicked down automatically.

She told herself she wasn’t staring and that she didn’t care—the members had always been touchy. But her attention stayed glued to that simple, casual touch for a few seconds too long.

“You guys are really touchy today,” Nayeon said, trying to make her tone sound light and teasing. She reached over before she could stop herself and tugged Momo’s clasped hands away from Sana’s waist.

The car erupted with laughter. Momo blinked at Nayeon, confused at what her unnie was trying to get at. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something in response, but before she could, Sana grinned and pulled Momo’s hand back around her waist. “We’ve always been touchy!” Sana said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Momo looked back and forth between Sana and Nayeon before shrugging. She had no idea what Nayeon meant by that. 

“I’m just joking,” Nayeon said with gritted teeth. She leaned back into her seat, stealing quick glances towards how Sana kept whispering in Momo’s ear, making her laugh.

After a few more minutes of Sana and Momo’s touchiness, Nayeon felt her anger bubble up more and more. She felt a strong urge to do something that would remind Momo that Sana wasn’t the only one who could touch her. 

Discreetly, when Momo’s and Sana’s lively conversation fell silent, Nayeon slowly slid her large hand onto Momo’s thigh, her movements hidden by night. Momo immediately jolted at the touch as she whipped her head to look at Nayeon.

Nayeon stared straight ahead, pretending as if she wasn’t doing anything. A small smirk formed on Nayeon’s face as she casually initiated a conversation with Jihyo, talking about some new vocal warmup that she had seen online. As Nayeon was actively talking, she slid her hand up Momo’s thigh, stopping just at the hem of her short skirt. 

Momo coughed, her face turning bright red.

“Momo, are you okay?” Sana said with genuine concern in her voice. Sana turned herself in a position where she could actually see Momo’s face and inspected her blushing cheeks, touching her face as she did so. At that moment, Nayeon slid her hands up even higher, her fingertips now brushing against the edge of Momo’s underwear. 

“I-I’m fine,” Momo responded, her wide eyes looking straight at Nayeon. Nayeon could feel the younger girl’s burning gaze on her skin.

Nayeon squeezed Momo's thigh and inched even closer to Momo’s core. Momo let out a choked groan. 

“Are you sure?” Sana asked again, her brows scrunched with worry.

“She’s probably just tired,” Nayeon answered for her, making eye contact with Momo for the first time since she started touching her leg.

Even in the dark, Nayeon could make out the dilated pupils of Momo’s eyes and how her breath came out in shaky exhales. Nayeon smirked again before letting her hand fall back to her side. Momo let out a relieved sigh, as if she could finally breathe again.

------

“Bye guys! Good job today!” Jeongyeon yelled through the window. “Bye!” Chaeyoung yelled cutely as she waved cheerfully.

Nayeon and Momo were the first ones to be dropped off at their shared apartment.

Nayeon yelled back “Goodnight!” before grabbing Momo’s wrist tightly and dragging her into the elevator.

The trip up to their apartment was quiet and tense.

“Unnie, why did you do that in the car?” Momo asked quietly, her voice full of curiosity. Nayeon could feel Momo's eyes on her face, but she didn’t answer.

“Unnie, are you mad about the kiss thing?” Momo asked again, but to no avail. Momo’s shoulders sagged, upset at the thought that her favorite unnie was angry with her. Nayeon kept herself composed, her face showing no emotion until the elevator reached their floor and they walked into their apartment. 

Immediately, Nayeon turned around to face Momo and pushed her against the wall. Momo’s eyes widened in surprise at Nayeon’s rough movements. 

“What was that at the fanmeet?” Nayeon questioned angrily as she stared at Momo’s face intently with dark eyes. “So you are mad about the kiss thing?” Momo said with an innocent tone, her face confused.

Nayeon inched her face closer to Momo’s, a dangerous smile on her lips. “Yes, Momo. I am mad about the kiss thing. Did you know it’s going viral on Instagram and Naver right now?”

Momo shook her head no before contemplating. Her face lit up. “Wait, isn’t that a good thing? That means our fans liked it!” Momo exclaimed excitedly. Nayeon couldn’t help the dark chuckle that left her throat. Momo was going to be in so much trouble tonight.

“Do you think this is a good thing, Momo?” Nayeon asked cautiously as dragged her pointer finger along the side of Momo’s throat. The younger girl immediately blushed at the touch. “Isn’t it?” Momo answered a beat late, her breathing uneven. “Not good for you,” Nayeon whispered angrily in Momo’s ear before latching her lips to the base of her throat.

Momo leaned her head back against the wall, exposing more of her throat to Nayeon.

“Unnie,” Momo said breathlessly as Nayeon sucked harder against the delicate skin. “You’re going to leave a… m-mark.”

Nayeon smirked against Momo’s neck and sucked even harder. Momo groaned and writhed under Nayeon—she had always been sensitive at her pulse point. Nayeon finally let her lips fall from Momo’s neck after a dark red mark bloomed. She looked at the younger girl’s state and felt her core drip with arousal. Momo’s dark hair was disheveled, her cheeks red and knees buckling. 

“God, you’re so pathetic,” Nayeon said as she forced Momo’s chin up, her gaze intense and steady with desire. “I bet you’re dripping right now.”

Momo swallowed thickly. “Unnie please,” Momo pleaded. “I need- I need you to-” Momo stammered out before Nayeon’s harsh words interrupted. 

“Girls like you don’t deserve anything.” 

Momo’s bottom lip stuck out, her eyes almost filling with tears. Nayeon cooed at the sight. 

“You should’ve thought about that before you kissed Sana on stage and let her grind all over you hmm?” Nayeon let her finger drop from Momo’s chin and let it drag over her clothed chest, her fingers gently running over the curves of Momo’s breast.

“I didn’t! It was just fanservice, unnie. I don’t even think of Sana like that,” Momo said desperately. Suddenly, Momo leaned up to plant a kiss on Nayeon’s cheek, her body pressing against Nayeon’s as she did so. “I kissed you too. Please please please, unnie.”

Nayeon laughed at Momo’s antics. “Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?”

Momo nodded frantically, her chest bouncing as she did so. Nayeon smirked and immediately dragged the younger girl to the bedroom. 

Nayeon pushed Momo on the bed but suddenly got up, leaving a confused Momo aching on the sheets.

“Eh?” Momo said, her voice laced with both disappointment and desire.

Nayeon laughed. “I can’t let you get off with no punishment.”

Momo whined. 

“Strip and wait on the bed, but don’t you dare touch yourself.” Nayeon commanded. Momo nodded and immediately got to ripping off her clothes.

“I’ll be back after a shower.”

------

Momo had laid on the bed, completely still, for what seemed like hours. She could hear the water running and her unnie’s faint humming coming from the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she could wait—her juices had already drenched the sheets below simply by thinking about what Nayeon was going to do with her.

Though Nayeon had strictly told her not to touch herself, Momo couldn’t wait any longer. She decided to play with herself just until she heard the shower stop running. She slid her hands toward her core, a relieved groan escaping her lips as she did so.

------

When Nayeon entered the bedroom, she was met with a naked Momo on top of the sheets, her small hands in between her aching core. Small moans left Momo’s throat as she touched herself, her little body writhing on the bed. Nayeon growled at the scene.

“I told you not to touch yourself, slut” Nayeon said angrily as she slapped Momo’s hands away from herself. Momo whimpered at her unnie’s roughness.

“You took forever,” Momo said breathlessly as she clenched her bare thighs together, looking for any sort of friction. Nayeon immediately pushed Momo’s legs apart, her eyes widening at how the younger girl’s juices were dripping all over her thigh.

“God, you’re fucking leaking. Is this all for Sana?” 

Nayeon slid her fingers against Momo’s dripping slit, collecting the beads of arousal.

“Answer me,” Nayeon ordered.

“Y-yes,” Momo said, her thoughts all mush. She barely registered the older woman’s question, her mind too clouded with lust. “Yes?” Nayeon said furiously, her lips twisting into a scowl. Nayeon immediately removed her hands from Momo’s body. 

“No! I meant n-no,” Momo whined as she reached for Nayeon’s hands. She needed something, anything that would help relieve the ache between her puffy lips. 

“Please, unnie,” Momo begged in a pleading tone. “Please… please touch me.” 

Nayeon scoffed as she watched the younger girl twitch on the bed, her cheeks flushed pink. Then, after a few seconds of thought, Nayeon leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

“Hands up,” Nayeon said. “Unnie, please” Momo whispered as she lifted her small hands up in the air. The handcuffs closed with a clink and Momo’s hands were sealed. 

“Please what?” Nayeon asked tauntingly as she pushed Momo’s cuffed hands above her head. “I thought you were going to be good for me hmm? Are you too much of a slut that you can’t go a few minutes without someone touching you?” 

“I-I just needed you so bad, unnie,” Momo whimpered.

Nayeon looked at the younger girl under her before roughly capturing Momo’s lips with her tongue. As she made out with the younger girl, Nayeon slid her hands back to Momo’s core. She had somehow managed to get even wetter.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Nayeon purred. “You’re look so wasted and I’ve barely touched you.” Nayeon rubbed circles into Momo’s clit before slipping a long finger inside her. 

“Unnie,” Momo moaned erotically, her back arching. 

“You’re so tight that no one would ever expect I fuck you like this every night.” 

Momo cried out as Nayeon curled the finger inside of her. Her eyes rolled back as Nayeon pumped another finger into her at an unforgiving pace. 

“Unnie… unng it feel so good,” Momo moaned out, her breasts bouncing. Her moans grew higher in pitch as she approached her climax. Just as Momo’s pussy clenched around Nayeon’s fingers, Nayeon abruptly pulled her fingers out. Without breaking eye contact, Nayeon shoved her fingers into her mouth and tasted Momo’s juices.

Momo groaned in frustration. “I was so close, unnie,” Momo said with her eyes closed, her lips swollen and parted in an “o” shape. 

“Don’t expect to come from me for a month,” Nayeon said before rolling to her side of the bed.

“Unnie!”

------

nayeon was unusually bored. 

with a rare week off, she should’ve been having lots of fun.

but with momo in paris, she found herself slumming around in their shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. 

she scrolled past a ‘cute cats’ compilation video and let out a soft laugh. when the next post came into view, she shot up from the couch. 

an impossibly wide grin encompassed her face at the sight of momo, posing for pictures at her miu miu event. 

then… her jaw dropped.

nayeon didn’t know how long she spent staring at that single picture of momo. she couldn’t wrap her head around just how good the younger girl looked. 

momo’s hair, which she had recently dyed, looked so perfect on her — the caramel color helped accentuate her choice of outfit, which was an extremely short brown dress. her signature bangs framed her face, and her look was topped with a pretty leather handbag. 

momo looked like a living doll, standing so cutely on the carpet. a small smile was across her face, one that made nayeon’s heart swell.

momo looked so good. too good, even. nayeon’s eyes dropped again to the end of momo’s dress. 

she hoped the japanese girl was wearing something under — the dress looked impossibly short, so short to the point that if the wind blew just a bit, the hem would lift with ease.

the nature of the dress and the look on momo’s face was a stark contrast. she swallowed hard in an effort to dissipate all her inappropriate thoughts. 

as an attempt to distract herself, nayeon clicked on the comments, wondering what onces thought about momo’s carpet look.

the comments were… what she was expecting but also not. 

she’s unreal

our momorin looks so pretty!

she’s so pretty

nayeon couldn’t help but roll her eyes at some of the comments. marry me momo? nayeon scoffed at the absurdity of the comment. 

she felt her blood boil when she read the further comments. 

im her boyfriend btw

i’d do anything for a girl like that

men. she felt the urge to reply to every single comment, wanting to point out just how wrong they were. she hated the way they talked, unfiltered and bold as if they were the ones who owned momo. 

nayeon went down a spiral, reading every single comment that was attached to posts about momo’s miu miu look. some made her laugh, but most made her stomach clench in an uncomfortable way.

momo looked too good, and it seemed that everyone knew it. 

nayeon scrolled endlessly through twitter, instagram, and naver, wanting to punch something at every lustful comment. 

at one point, her fully charged phone died — she had to run to her room to grab a charger before continuing her spiral. 

when the screen blinked back to life, nayeon didn’t even give her phone a second to load. she went back to it, her thumb moving almost aggressively, as if she was trying to outrun the crawling feeling under her skin.

more posts. more pictures. more comments.

she told herself she’d stop after the next one… but she didn’t 

she’s mine back off everyone

nayeon cursed the username under her breath, her grip on her phone tightening slightly. 

“like fucking hell she is,” she muttered, scrolling further away. 

whoever she’s dating is the luckiest man alive

that one made her pause. luckiest man? her jaw set — she didn’t even realize she’d stopped breathing for a second until she exhaled sharply through her nose.

“you don’t even know her,” she mumbled, as if the comment could hear her. the next comment read:

imagine coming home to her everyday… holy shit

“oh, you’re funny,” she said flatly, but her stomach twisted anyway.

it was stupid. they were just comments — random people, random men, all saying random things.

then why did she feel so angry?

she clicked open another post. the momo in the photo smiled softly at her, glowing effortlessly like she always did. nayeon stared for a while, dazed. her expression softened for half a second before tightening again when she glanced at the replies. 

momo come home with me. i’ll show you just how beautiful you are 😉

nayeon’s eyes narrowed. 

“are they insane?” she muttered, sitting up straighter. her chest felt tighten again, irritation bubbling up faster now. 

she jumped when her phone started vibrating — someone was calling her. 

“nayeon! i know you’re doing nothing at home since momo’s gone, so jihyo and i were wondering if you wanted to go out tonight! i—”

“sorry im busy with something.” 

nayeon didn’t even recognize her voice. it was lower than usual, laced with frustration and something else.

“you are? i know you’re just lying on your couch right now,” jeongyeon said a bit suspiciously.

nayeon quickly looked down to herself. yup — that was exactly what she was doing.

“im— uh doing some deep cleaning. our apartment’s kind of dirty. sorry! maybe next time. bye!”

nayeon quickly ended the call, needing to go back to looking at momo’s pictures.

…and that’s exactly how she spent the next few hours — obsessing over momo’s miu miu photos and reading the comments. 

sure, she felt a little insane but for some reason, she felt obligated to. it was as if seeing the photos of momo from every single angle made her superior to those stupid men and stupid comments. 

at one point, nayeon couldn’t resist the urge to text the japanese girl. she probably wouldn’t reply — she tended to ghost everyone when busy with work, but it was worth a shot.

the text read ‘momoring i miss u :( come home soon.’

to no surprise, there was no response. nayeon sighed, suddenly feeling very alone in the big apartment. she couldn’t wait for momo to come home… which would be in approximately twenty hours. 

twenty hours.

—

nayeon’s phone suddenly buzzed with a notification. momo had posted on instagram.

nayeon quickly unlocked her phone, navigating to momo’s instagram page. she stared at each photo for at least a minute — her momo was so beautiful.

momo had replied to her text as well: ‘unnie, i miss you too! i should be back in 12 hours :D see you then!”

twelve hours. 

she could wait. nayeon shut her phone off and set it to the side. she closed her eyes, trying to imagine momo’s presence. she already knew what she’d do as soon as the younger girl arrived home. 

—

nayeon stared impatiently at the door. she had done everything to distract herself, all from organizing her enormous closet to going on a short walk near han river. 

she had eventually settled back home, her foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. her entire body felt restless. 

any minute now, her momo would open the door, and the smell of her flower perfume would flood the apartment. 

about 10 minutes later, the door clicked open. nayeon nearly jumped up in relief.

“unnie, i’m home! i missed you so much! i got a box of those french macarons that you like so much—”

momo barely had any time to set the box down. 

nayeon crossed the room in a matter of mere seconds.

“momo.” 

there was something different in the way nayeon said her name. it was so raw and tight that it made momo blink.

“unnie? what’s wro–”

nayeon didn’t even let the girl finish. she closed the space between them, wrapping her arms tightly around momo’s neck. nayeon’s lips connected to momo’s, the kiss immediate, firm, and desperate.

momo froze for half a second before melting into it. her initial surprise faded into softness, her free hand instinctively clutching nayeon’s shirt. 

nayeon’s lips moved almost too fast for momo to adjust, her tongue exploring every inch of momo’s mouth. momo whimpered quietly when nayeon bit down on her lip, the sensation both new and pleasurable.

when they finally pulled apart, momo’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes wide.

“unnie…?” she whispered, her breath uneven. “what was that for?”

nayeon exhaled, her face still close to momo’s.

“i saw the photos you posted on instagram. and your red carpet photos.”

“oh,” momo tilted her head, confused. “did you not like them?”

nayeon laughed darkly at that — poor momo had no idea.

“i liked them. i liked them too much,” nayeon muttered, her hand moving up to cup momo’s jaw. “so did everyone else.”

“really?” momo lit up visibly. “they did?”

an incredulous look flashed across nayeon’s face.

“don’t lie, momo. you knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

“huh…? doing what?”

nayeon ignored her question. 

“have you seen the comments?”

“o-only a few,” momo stuttered, unsure of what nayeon was trying to hint at. “they said they liked my hair.” a small smile formed on momo’s lips as she recalled the comment. 

“do you know,” nayeon paused to stare straight into momo’s eyes, “what some of the comments said?”

“what did they say?” momo’s voice was full of curiosity and naïvety.

“they were all lusting after you, thinking about how fuckable you looked.”

momo gasped at the use of nayeon’s language.

“they were drooling after you, throwing themselves at you like they had a chance. which they fucking don’t because you’re mine, right baby?”

momo nodded immediately.

“good girl,” nayeon purred. she latched her lips to the base of momo’s throat, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “either way, i’m going to make sure you never forget.”

“how?” momo whispered, though she had a feeling she knew.

“im going to fuck you senseless until all you can remember is my name,” nayeon promised. she grabbed momo’s wrist and brought it down to the noticeable tent in her pants.

“look what you did,” nayeon murmered, smirking at how flustered momo got when she made contact with her hard-on.

“unnie,” momo whimpered. she squeezed her legs tight, her eyes glued to the way her hand rested over nayeon’s obvious print. 

nayeon led momo to the couch — the very same one where she had desperately waited for the japanese girl to return. 

“take off everything and lay down on the couch, baby.”

momo quickly stripped, gasping a little when she laid down on the cool leather couch. nayeon stared blatantly at the sight in front of her, her eyes wandering all over momo’s body.

“you look so fucking pretty like that, lying down with your pussy dripping.”

nayeon slid off her pants, her cock springing up to her abdomen. she positioned herself on top of the younger girl, teasing the tip of her dick against momo’s dripping entrance.

then, without any sort of warning, nayeon shoved all her inches inside momo, slipping inside with ease. momo mewled as she felt nayeon bottom out, filling her up all the way.

momo’s hands grasped the side of the couch as nayeon started to pound into her. momo couldn’t stop moaning at the feeling of her tight little pussy getting stretched out.

“what would they think,” nayeon grunted, “if they saw you like this, taking my cock so well.”

nayeon’s hand roamed all over the japanese girl’s body as she fucked her at a relentless pace, traveling from her chest to her abs.

“so pretty and all mine,” nayeon groaned — momo was so tight around her, squeezing her cock with a vice-like grip.

nayeon’s hands eventually settled back onto momo’s chest. she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the way they bounced with each hard thrust. momo threw her head back when nayeon pinched her nipples, her back arching into the couch. momo’s pretty moans filled the apartment living room, the sound raw and uncontrolled. 

“unnie unngh it’s so deep,” momo whimpered, her brows drawn in together.

“i know baby, it feels good doesn’t it?”

momo could only nod because moans kept spilling out of her lips — she was hardly in a state to form coherent words. 

nayeon lowered her other hand to momo’s clit, rubbing the sensitive bud with her thumb. momo’s moans went higher in pitch — every sensitive part of her was being touched.

“mmmh f-fuck, unnie— i think im close.” 

momo could barely keep her eyes open, her eyelids feeling too heavy from the overload of pleasure.

“then cum for me baby,” nayeon panted, her thumb moving even faster against momo’s clit. momo squirmed under the touch, squeezing hard around nayeon’s base.

“unng unnie!” momo screamed as she came, her body shuddering as she reached her climax.

the sight of momo’s eyes rolling back, her back arching hard into the leather couch was enough to send nayeon over the edge. with one final thrust, nayeon came inside momo, filling her up with her seed.

“unnie,” momo whimpered, the sound breathless.

nayeon pulled out slowly, watching as her cum leaked out of momo’s pussy. it dribbled onto the couch, making a mess. 

“you’re mine,” nayeon whispered before pressing a light kiss to momo’s lips. “i missed you so much, momo.”

“i missed you too, unnie.”

the way that momo looked at her made her heart flutter.

“and thank you for the macarons, momo.” nayeon laughed as she kissed the younger girl again. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

—

after a much needed shower, the two of them lay tangled in nayeon’s sheets, legs brushing every time one of them shifted. they laughed, voices soft as they traded stories about the two days they’d spent apart. 

“you spent how many hours reading comments?” momo burst out laughing, rolling onto her side and grabbing nayeon’s arm.

“shhhh,” nayeon huffed, but she was smiling, her cheeks a little warm as she nudged the japanese girl. “i was just curious, okay?”

momo’s laughter lingered longer than nayeon expected, dissolving into little giggles even after she tried to stop. nayeon watched her for a second — the crinkle of her eyes and the way she hid her smile in the blanket — before reaching over to tap her shoulder. 

“can you pass my phone?” she mumbled, pointing lazily to the nightstand. 

momo passed it over without question, still smiling to herself. nayeon unlocked it, and after a second of hesitation, opened instagram. she left a quick comment on momo’s post:

pretty momoring

a quiet ding sounded from somewhere in the mess of blankets. momo blinked, then reached around until she found her phone. she lit up immediately at the notification.

“ah,” she grinned, her thumbs already moving.

she sent her reply just as quickly — ‘thank you, unnie 🩷’ — before tossing her phone aside again like it didn’t matter at all. 

because it didn’t, not when she could curl closer to nayeon. momo tucked herself against nayeon’s side, sighing contentedly.

momo slammed hard into a solid body, her books scattering all over the floor.

“oh my god! i-im so sorry!” momo yelped. she looked up to see who it was she’d run into.

of course, it was jihyo, the most popular girl in the school who for some reason hated her guts. 

“ugh, watch where you’re going for fuck’s sake.” a scowl was on her lips. 

“i’m so sorry,” momo apologized again, feeling her cheeks heat up. jihyo scoffed as if she was the most pathetic thing in the world and walked away without another word, stepping on one of momo’s books on the way.

the japanese girl sighed. she crouched down to collect her books, her glasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose.

—

momo always sat in the front of the class — it was easiest to learn when the teacher was right in front of her. her nose was currently buried in a book, waiting for class to start. 

from behind her, she heard her name and a series of giggles following it. there was more shuffling behind her before she felt a hand tap her shoulder. momo quickly turned around, surprised that the hand belonged to sana minatozaki. a wide smile was on the girl’s face and she held out a small envelope. 

“there’s going to be a party at my house tonight if you want to come,” she said sweetly. momo just stared at her. why would the most popular group bother inviting her to some party? when sana didn’t immediately laugh in her face, momo realized that she should at least say something.

“uh– i– thanks. i’ll t-think about it,” momo stumbled through her words. she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before shyly reaching out to grab the invitation.

sana beamed another bright smile at her before skipping off to where everyone else was sitting. momo cautiously looked over to the group, her heart drumming in her chest when she caught jihyo’s gaze. the girl had an unreadable expression on her face, though she quickly turned around when she caught momo looking at her.

“there’s no fucking way that hirai momo will come,” jeongyeon whispered into jihyo’s ear. jihyo stole another glance at the japanese girl in front who had already returned to reading her book.

“she better not. why are you inviting her anyways, sana?”

“i don’t know, won’t it be so funny if she actually decides to come?” sana covered her mouth to stifle her giggle. “and who knows, maybe we’ll see her wear something besides that monsters inc hoodie.”

—

momo was pacing in front of her dresser. for some reason, she had decided to go to sana’s party. it was a friday night after all, and she had already finished all her homework during lunch. but… maybe that was to change if she couldn’t find anything decent to wear.

“what do people even wear to parties?” she muttered to herself, grimacing at the bright floral dress in her hands.

“momo, what about this?” her sister barged into her room with a short black dress, the one with an impossibly low neckline. momo blushed immediately at the thought of wearing it.

“i couldn’t! it’s too…” she trailed off, still shaking her head no. her sister just laughed.

“at least try it on first.”

—

the fabric of the dress seemed to cling to every curve of her body. it also brought a lot of unwanted attention to her… chest area. 

“see, isn’t it perfect?” her sister clapped her hands.

“uh i-i don’t know…” momo turned around to inspect the back of her dress and immediately yelped. it did very little to cover anything — she could basically see the cheeky parts of her ass every time she moved. 

“well, if we don’t go now, you won’t have anyone to drive you. i have somewhere to be by 11.”

momo looked at herself hesitantly in the mirror before nodding. “okay, i guess this is fine. i mean it’s kind of—” she blushed as she thought of the word to describe herself in the dress.

—

the japanese girl nervously tugged her dress lower. the house in front of her was huge — almost the size of a mansion. 

“have fun!” her sister called before speeding off to her date. momo nervously walked in through the double french doors. loud bass resonated throughout the walls and she could already see the empty cups of alcohol stationed around the house.

“hey! there’s drinks over—” sana greeted her enthusiastically before trailing off. “hirai momo?!” sana’s eyes widened, her voice pitching up a few octaves.

“oh— u-uh hi. thanks for inviting me,” momo said nervously, her cheeks heating up at the way sana’s gaze dragged itself all over her body.

“wow, you look great,” sana practically purred, her voice now taking on a sultry tone. “here, come this way.” sana put a hand on her lower back under the guise of leading her to the living room area.

“guys, look who came,” sana said as she wrapped an arm around momo’s waist. jihyo’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. she hadn’t expected momo to come at all, let alone wearing that. jihyo’s eyes narrowed at the way sana clung tightly to the blushing girl. 

“nice dress, hirai,” jeongyeon whistled. momo shyly ducked her head in thanks.

once everyone had made small talk, sana led momo to the bar, claiming that she would make her a really good drink.

“since when did sana have the hots for momo?” jihyo slurred to jeongyeon, feeling a bit of unease at the way momo laughed at something sana said. jeongyeon just shrugged, taking a long swig of the drink in her hands. 

jihyo’s eyes blatantly gazed at momo’s backside — she’d never known that momo’s figure looked like that from all the baggy clothing she wore. she could see the smiles of her ample cheeks from all the way over at the couches and the smallest sliver of her underwear from how short the dress was.

she could see the way sana’s hands slid even lower, close enough that her palm was over momo’s ass. momo seemed oblivious to sana’s passes, still talking excitedly about something. her hands were moving as she continued to speak, naïve the way sana eyed her cleavage from above.

jihyo stood up and sauntered over to the bar area. “sana,” jihyo interrupted cooly, making the two girls stare up at her. “i think mina’s looking for you.”

sana gave a confused look, scanning her eyes through the crowd. “i’ll be right back,” she whispered into momo’s ear before excusing herself quickly.

now that momo was alone with jihyo, she turned quiet again, her gaze down at the colorful drink in her hands.

“i didn’t think you’d be one to drink,” jihyo said smoothly. momo looked at her again in surprise.

“o-oh i don’t. i’m just holding it in my hand because s-sana gave it to me.” momo set the cup down on the table and shuffled awkwardly. 

it turned quiet again.

“so,” jihyo cleared her throat. “you and sana a thing?”

momo’s eyes turned comically wide at her words. “w-what?!” she sputtered, shaking her head avidly. “we’re not! i m-mean she seems nice but i don’t really know her, so…”

jihyo hummed thoughtfully. “if that’s the case then, why don’t you follow me real quick?” the tanned girl grabbed onto momo’s wrist and dragged her upstairs through the crowds of people.

—

“w-what are we doing here?” momo asked breathlessly. jihyo locked the door behind them, leaving the only source of light to be the moon that shone in through the curtains. 

“lay on the bed, momo,” jihyo said. her voice was unlike any that momo had heard before — it was smooth and velvety, not laced with the usual frustration or disdain in her tone. 

“i– okay.” momo slipped off her heels and laid on the bed, looking expectantly at jihyo with wide eyes. “what do you want me to—”

jihyo crashed her lips onto momo’s, pressing her body on top of the other girl. momo froze for a second before trying her best to reciprocate the kiss. she could taste the bitterness of alcohol on jihyo’s tongue.

“you’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” jihyo panted as she broke the kiss. momo just looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded with lust and innocence at the same time. 

“no n-never.”

“well let me teach you, baby,” jihyo slurred, looking adamantly at the girl under her. “that okay?”

momo nodded, biting back a whimper when jihyo pressed her palm against her clothed core.

“good girl. let’s get this slutty dress off you, hmm? i can’t believe you fucking wore this to a party.”

jihyo pulled the body-tight dress off of her, biting her lips when she realized that momo wasn’t wearing any sort of bra.

“fuck,” jihyo whispered as she squeezed momo’s breasts together. momo squirmed under her touch — she’d never been touched like this outside of her imagination. jihyo rubbed her thumbs against momo’s nipples, toying with them until they became hard under her touch.

“you know everyone was looking at you right? especially sana,” jihyo said, her touches becoming a bit rougher as she mentioned sana. soft moans escaped momo’s lips as jihyo continued to knead her chest.

“i didn’t know,” momo eventually whispered. she tried to push jihyo’s hands lower, needing her touches elsewhere. 

jihyo scoffed and stopped her movements, making momo whine. “you’re telling me you came to this party wearing barely anything and you didn’t fucking know what you were doing?”

momo’s eyes remained closed, her mind to foggy with pleasure. “jihyo please, i d-don’t know. please touch me.”

jihyo bit back a laugh. for someone who kept her head in a book all day, momo was surprisingly touch-starved. she dragged a long finger over momo’s clothed core, finding the flimsy piece of clothing already soaked in its entirety. momo squirmed and twisted at even the smallest touches — it made jihyo feel somewhat smug to relish in the fact that she was the first one to ruin momo like this, to touch her in her most private places. 

when she thought she’d teased momo enough, she finally removed her underwear. jihyo drew light circles into momo’s clit, smirking as the japanese elicited a loud moan. then, without any sort of warning, jihyo shoved her middle finger inside momo — she was wet enough that her finger slid in easily.

“you’re so tight,” jihyo groaned. momo’s walls squeezed around her finger so tightly, and jihyo could even feel her arousal dripping around her hand as she continued to pump in and out.

“o-oh god— feels so good,” momo whimpered. moans continued to spill out of her lips in the pace that jihyo hit against her g-spot.  

“yeah, that’s it baby. you’re taking me so good,” jihyo cooed as momo continued to moan uncontrollably, her body squirming from the new sensations of pleasure. momo’s hips lifted as soon as the praise left jihyo’s mouth.

“you like that, don’t you?”

“mmmh it feels so good,” momo cried out, her hips arching into the bed. all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s finger going in and out of her dripping hole, filling her up with a sensation she didn’t know she was missing. 

“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl,” jihyo praised as she sped up her hand. 

“jihyo,” momo gasped. “i think i’m—” the japanese girl’s moans became higher pitched, her thighs beginning to shake.

jihyo pumped even harder until momo’s eyes rolled back to her head. momo grabbed on tightly to the sheets as she climaxed, a string of loud curses falling from her lips. jihyo took her fingers drenched with momo’s juices and sucked them clean, moaning a little at the taste. 

“oh my god,” momo whispered as her eyes fluttered open. she could still feel the way her core pulsed and the way her heart drummed loudly in her ears. jihyo was looking over at her with a smirk, a satisfactory look in her eyes.

“let’s get you dressed, baby.”

—

“hey where were you guys?” sana questioned. she couldn’t help but notice how flustered momo looked and how she walked with a slight limp to her leg. momo’s face grew even more pink at the question, looking anywhere but sana’s eyes. 

“i was just helping her meet new people,” jihyo said quickly, wrapping an arm around momo to keep her steady. “i think she just got too excited.”