#misamo smut

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MiSaMo Profiles

A/N: How interesting this little experiment was. Thank you for the request, anonymous asker! On to the content:

Overall Notes: The Workshop normally acquires former groups as a whole, and makes a point of separating each of its members into separate training facilities. This way, buyers may be far more assured that their slaves have distinctly developed skill sets, not reliant on one another to be excellent slaves. When it was announced that the Workshop would be acquiring Twice, a large number of requests and bids came in advance, as expected of a group as popular as they were. Among these was a rather compelling offer for the Japanese members, but only if they were trained together. Designer Deep took on this task, and has been quite pleased with the end results. While this may have gone quite well, and may happen again, it will likely be infrequent, as our slaves’ prices do reflect their premium nature. For reference, the following subjects were assigned letters to appropriately distinguish them. Sana is A, Mina is B, and Momo is C. Buyers are of course able to rename the three as desired, but a side effect of this experiment has unfortunately been that each subject has retained a majority of their sense of individuality, and still refer to themselves by their old names.

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Subject Name: Sana

Acquisition: Subject was apprehended in her home, and presented no resistance. She asked several times for the whereabouts of subjects B and C.

Containment: Subject A will not require any special containment procedures for as long as subjects B and C are nearby and frequently accessible. If not, simple locks should suffice.

Features: Unadmitted same-sex attraction, perky demeanor.

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, mild bulking, very mild breast augmentation, nipples pierced by subject B.

Specialties: Oral, general submission, exhibition.

Designer Comments: Subject A is easily the most eager of the three involved in this experiment. Several times after initial containment, she asked about the arrival status of subjects B and C. When reminded that this experiment would be sexual in nature, she became flustered and advised she was only concerned for their safety. However, as training began, subject A did not hesitate to follow orders for physical intimacy, and regularly went above and beyond requirements. When questioned on this during evaluations, she said that she was only trying to help subjects B and C find some enjoyment in this otherwise terrible arrangement. Monitoring systems however note increased heart rate, pupil dilation, and several other deep arousal signs when subject A observes subjects B and C in sexual acts. Though subject is clearly gynephilic, she applies herself thoroughly to all sexual training (she is rather inept at most other tasks), including, and in fact especially, with male-presenting partners. Subject will follow orders to the letter, and has extensive experience in providing oral pleasure.

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Subject Name: Mina

Acquisition: Subject had fled to Switzerland, and was apprehended there with the aid of local authorities. She did not present notable resistance.

Containment: Although subject has not expressed desire to escape, potential buyers should install redundant security measures for containment. Subject has displayed deviant behavior consistent with that of slaves who have successfully escaped in the past.

Features: Uncommonly large glutes and thighs, quiet demeanor.

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, very mild glute augmentation, nipples pierced by herself.

Specialties: Sadism, watersports.

Designer Comments: Starting at acquisition, subject B did not seem nearly as motivated by staying together as subject C, and she has advised that she has never had a high opinion of subject A. This and a lack of qualms about sexual activity have made subject B an ideal dominant in their relationship. If instructed to do so, subject B will enact a number of creative punishment methods for the other two. For example, the subjects’ nipple piercings were her idea, for which she was supplied with the gear to do so personally. One of her apparent favorite activities is to forbid subjects A and C from relieving themselves until they are physically incapable of doing so further and wet themselves. All the while, subject presents herself to her fellow slaves as unable to resist the orders of their superiors, and is in fact a victim. The other two seem to accept this falsehood as objective truth, and have yet to question it due to many years of friendship. Subject B is the most open of the three about her gynephilia with examiners, advising that she finds a great deal of sexual satisfaction in exploitative sexual acts with subjects A and C (she has initiated many such acts, unprompted). However, she is not so androphobic that a male-presenting buyer would have any notable problems initiating a sexual encounter with her.

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Subject Name: Momo

Acquisition: Subject was apprehended in public, and presented somewhat violent resistance until she was advised of the acquisition of subjects A and B. She expressed hesitation, but complied with commands.

Containment: Subject may be safely contained with simple locks as long as her containment includes the other subjects in this experiment, as her primary motive is to stay with them. Otherwise, advanced electronic locks may be recommended to account for unforeseen escape attempts.

Features: Uncommonly large breasts, uncommonly muscular physique.

Modifications: Standard preservative modifications made post-acquisition, mild bulking, nipples pierced by subject B.

Specialties: Humiliation, orgasm denial.

Designer Comments: Subject C initially expressed relief at being allowed to undergo training with subjects A and B. Within a week however, she was requesting more regular therapy sessions, at which she displayed great distress about her situation. She says that she does not want to disappoint her friends or let them be sold separately, but her platonic relationships with them seem to be struggling. This is actually the reaction we expected would be most likely to result from this experiment and we do not find cause for concern. Subject C is highly reluctant to engage in sexual activity, but rarely needs to be forced, and never refuses outright if she's within the vicinity of subject A, B, or both. Her complex state of mind is troubled further by how easily she achieves orgasm, and by her innate sexual prowess. It is quite simple to tell when she is on the verge of climax, and denying it causes her to compromise further on her inhibitions, compounding in effect within a short time frame. We recommend using subject C for your personal physical pleasure while subjects A and B perform for you. Subject C struggles with her mounting physical pleasure and her desire not to think of subjects A and B in a sexual manner. Furthermore, she recognizes subject A’s sexuality, and finds her attempts not to let it affect their friendship quite admirable. She does not seem to recognize the same in subject B.

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Hi! can I request a poly misamo (mimo g!p) with vampire mina, werewolf momo, and succubus sana (if you’re not comfy with writing succubus, pls feel free to change or remove it) where they meet at a bar then start flirting until they end up fucking in sana’s house? Momo being turned on at their scents bc of her sensitive nose, mina teasing them both with her fangs, and sana’s dirty talk making mimo even harder. Thank you and happy halloween!

enjoy! here's part one :)

Devil's Night

3.5k words

CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, Sana has some maybe questionable supernatural abilities when it comes to getting her way...

[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo]

There were, at any given moment, only a handful of safe bars in the city for undiscovered monsters, folkloric creatures and hybrids to congregate for a drink without fearful, judgmental stares from the rest of the human population. 

But in the days leading up to Halloween, it was a little easier to slip undetected among the throngs of people out celebrating. 

It was Devil's Night, the night before Halloween, and Mina felt an invisible, out of character pull toward the dark club she now found herself walking into in the district of the city most known for its vibrant nightlife. The throb of the heavy bass hit her eardrums at the same time her vampiric senses detected the astounding number of beating hearts inside. Once inside, Mina flocked to the bar on the main level and watched the crowd around her with rapt fascination: the shadows of happy, drunken people with sweating drinks in hand, the way lasers and lights hit their faces every so often, the way they erupted in cheers when they recognized the remixed versions of Rezz, Hante and darkwave pop songs that played overhead. 

At the bar, she ordered a glass of ice. The bartender gave her a funny look. “No water?” he’d asked, but complied. Shortly after receiving her cup of ice, Mina headed for the bathroom. 

She ducked into a stall quickly, keeping her face out of view as best she could to avoid the mirrors in front of the sinks as girls nearby touched up their makeup, took selfies and washed their hands. No one noticed her, though. She emerged from the stall shortly after, knowing whoever cleaned up was going to get a real Halloween fright when they found the drained bag of donated blood in the trash receptacle reserved for menstruation products.  

Mina weaved her way back to the bar with her glass in hand. She normally preferred her blood warm and from a willing, living source, but if she wanted to blend in, it needed to look like a dark mixed drink, so she settled for sipping O negative on ice through a straw so it wouldn’t stain her lips and alarm anyone close to her. She wasn’t opposed to drinking alcohol, but alcohol lowered her inhibitions, and right now she needed help to resist the club full of living juice boxes: people full of an array of blood types, some regular and some spiked– those that had all sorts of fun, illicit substances in their systems. 

The vampire licked her lips absentmindedly and staked out a new seat toward the end of the bar, away from the guy who had taken her order. The number of people coming in to dance kept rising. Usually the vampire avoided this kind of environment, but there really was some sort of magnetic attraction to the space she couldn’t shake off. She wanted to stay a little longer.  

She swiveled around on the bar stool, thinking about taking a look at the Halloween drink specials, only to bump into someone next to her. 

“Oh,” she said softly, then found her voice over the blaring club music, “Sorry!”

The woman who she had bumped into turned around. “No worries!” she said, offering Mina a smile. 

Mina, had she still been human, knew her heart rate would’ve spiked after taking in the woman’s appearance. She was stunning. As the woman smiled, the vampire found the corners of her own mouth turning up, too. 

The stranger beside her was everything Mina wasn’t: warm, athletic and rugged. She was dressed as a sexy zookeeper in short khaki shorts, a suggestively unbuttoned khaki shirt with multiple pockets, and a red bandana around her neck. A pair of high heeled Timberland boots finished off her look. Her stylish, shaggy wolf cut framed her face perfectly, and Mina couldn’t help but notice just how well toned the woman’s body was. 

“Wow,” the other woman spoke, giving Mina a not-so-subtle once over. “You must need, like, SPF 500.”

Mina blinked at the other woman. Then she remembered how pale she must’ve looked in comparison. Lacking a reflection (save for when she looked in ponds, lakes, or full bathtubs) made it hard to remember what her features looked like to other people. “Oh,” she said, looking down at her drink. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” 

Momo offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she said. “I just meant, like— you’re really pretty, is what I’m trying to say.” 

Mina perked up a bit at that. “Thank you,” she said, allowing herself to look up into the woman’s golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Momo,” the woman said, switching her drink to her left hand and extending her right out to shake. Mina took it and their touch was like fire meeting ice. She knew her hands were cold all the time, but this woman’s hand seemed far warmer than a normal human’s. Mina’s mouth watered a little, detecting Momo’s steady pulse quickly. 

“And you are?”

The vampire shook off her blood-centered thoughts. “I’m Mina,” she said, offering a shy smile.

“Oh wow, your fangs are great!” Momo said, leaning in as Mina spoke. “And your contacts— where did you find red-rimmed ones? I love a good vampire costume.”

Mina blushed. “I um, I have a friend who does special fx makeup,” she said quickly. It was a complete lie, but what other choice did she have? She never revealed herself during fleeting encounters with humans. 

“Yours are really nice, too,” the vampire added, nodding toward Momo’s eyes. “What a pretty golden color.” 

It was Momo’s turn to freeze for a moment. “Oh these– I mean, thank you,” she said, taking a sip of her drink quickly. 

Mina didn’t miss the awkward beat and felt bad. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to make you self conscious.”

Momo leaned in a little closer, brushing her arm against Mina’s. “No! No, not at all,” she said, thinking quickly, “Just– forgot I was wearing them,” she said with a nervous laugh. 

Mina was about to ask if she could buy her a drink when a voice behind them interrupted. 

“Wow, you two have got to be the hottest couple here.” 

Momo and Mina both turned around to find a dizzyingly pretty stranger before them. She was some sort of demon, it appeared, but a slutty version. The two tried their best not to let their eyes linger for too long, but it was hard not to stare. 

The mystery woman wore ripped black thigh high stockings secured with black garters and recognizable red-bottomed black heels. A shiny black bodysuit covered her top half, but left plenty to the imagination with a criss-cross cutout running down from the top to the middle of the suit. She wore a tattered black cape that barely covered her ass, her deep red lipstick matched the back of her heels, and the dark, almost ombré-esque horns on top of her head were the perfect finishing touch. They looked sturdy and quite well made. 

“Oh,” Mina said, recovering first while Momo’s jaw hung slightly slack. “We’re– we’re not a couple.” She noticed that the new woman’s ears were slightly pointed, too, and wondered what kind of prosthetics she was using. 

The demon girl seemed unphased. “Oh, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice as sweet as it was sultry. “Saves me from embarrassing myself and hitting on both of you, then.”

It was then that Momo finally found her voice. “You can hit on us,” she blurted. 

A small smile crossed the demon’s lips as Momo blushed instantly. “I mean, I-I can’t speak for Mina but…” 

The demon’s eyebrows went up. “So you do know each other?”

Mina watched the girl curiously. “Barely,” she piped up. She felt strangely compelled to keep this conversation going. Despite not caring what most people thought of her, she wanted this girl to like her. “We just met.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully. “I see,” she said, a playful smile still present. “Well if either of you are interested…I’m heading to the bar on the upper level,” she said, flicking her eyes up to the more secluded lounge upstairs. 

“Isn’t that VIP?” Momo asked. “I uh, I don’t think I can get in there.”

“Me either,” Mina said, taking a sip of her chilled blood. She gripped her glass a little tighter while she eyed the demon girl’s exposed upper thighs, trying her best not to think about femoral arteries.

“I can get you in,” the woman shrugged. “It’s no trouble,” she said, eyes roaming over the two of them. “Really.”

Momo and Mina looked at each other. Momo had an amused smile on her face now, and Mina noticed the shade of gold her eyes had been a minute ago was now a little darker. Mina’s breath caught. Colored contacts didn’t normally change color. She couldn’t be inhuman too, could she..?

“I’m in,” Momo said, interrupting Mina’s train of thought. “Mina?”

Mina looked at the two women in front of her. She knew she shouldn’t. It was risky and there was no guarantee that even if things went her way, that either of them would be into what she told humans was her “severe blood play kink.” But getting a drink with two women, especially ones this attractive, was too tempting to pass up. Isn’t this the point of Devils’ Night? she asked herself. To take advantage of the lifting of the veil between her world and humans’? 

“Okay,” she said, surprising herself and sliding off of the bar stool.

The horned demon led the way through the crowd of dancing people in costumes of all kinds. Momo followed after, with Mina bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs, the entrance to the lounge, a burly security guard stopped them. “If you don’t have wristbands already, I’ll need names to confirm you on my list,” he said gruffly.

“Minatozaki Sana,” the demon said sweetly, twirling some of her long, dark hair around her finger. The guard went to check the guest list pulled up on his phone, but she touched his arm lightly, making him look up at her first. “There should be two guests as well,” she said, smiling at him. 

The guard looked at her. He paused for a moment, then blinked. “Two guests,” he repeated monotonously, putting his phone away and allowing them in. He didn’t even check the list. 

Momo and Mina exchanged awe-struck glances before following after her. The second level of the club was much less crowded. The lighting was more dim too, but Mina had no trouble seeing in the dark. It looked like Momo had adjusted just fine, too, as the demon led them to a secluded area around the corner. 

She chose a table that had a long booth on one side and chairs on the other. Momo slid into the booth first, followed by Sana. Mina was going to snag one of the chairs, but was stopped. 

“Sit next to me?” the demon girl asked. It was a suggestion, but Mina’s body reacted as if it were a command and she found herself nodding, abandoning the chair and sliding in next to her so Sana was in the middle. 

Sana beamed. “Are you thirsty?” she asked the two of them. 

“I can get us some drinks,” Momo offered, moving to get up, but Sana shook her head. 

“No, no, you stay here,” she said, and Momo stayed put. 

“Excuse me?” the demon said, catching the attention of a passing staff member. 

Minutes later, two rounds of shots were delivered to their table, on the house, despite the fact that this was very much not one of those clubs with table service or an establishment that gave drinks out for free. 

“Whoa,” Momo said as they each were presented with glasses of water, slotted spoons, two sugar cubes, and two small glasses of curiously green liquor. “Do you like, know the owner or something?”

Sana laughed, wetting the sugar cubes for the three of them so they would start to drip into the green liquid. “Something like that. I’m Sana, by the way,” she said. 

Momo and Mina introduced themselves again, taking in their new environment. Away from the heavier crowds, Momo’s hypersensitive nose wasn’t so overloaded with surrounding scents. She watched as the sugar dissolved through the slotted spoon, disappearing into the drink. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed lightly. It smelled unlike anything she’d ever tasted before. 

The vampire, on the other hand, recognized it almost immediately. 

“Absinthe? Mina asked curiously.

“Very good,” Sana said. “Fitting for Devil's Night, don’t you think?”

Momo hummed, but Mina looked a little anxious. “Devil's Night?” she asked. “You’re…familiar?”

Sana shrugged. “Quite,” she said. “I like to celebrate by window shopping along all of the clubs in the city. If one looks good enough, sometimes I’ll drop in.” 

The vampire picked up her glass and took a sip. She couldn’t believe Sana had ordered two for each of them. The unmistakable anise and fennel flavors took over her tongue immediately. There was no way she was going to finish both given how strong they were. 

Then she frowned. It was like she was only now understanding what Sana had just said. 

“Window shop?” Mina asked, puzzled by the woman’s choice of words. “For what?” 

“A treat, of course,” Sana said, offering no further explanation. She looked between the two of them. “What about you two?” she asked. “Here for Devil's Night or just having a fun Halloweekend?”

Momo’s face reddened a little. “I’m…uh, Devils’ Night,” she said.

Sana’s eyes flicked over to Mina. They seemed to look straight into Mina’s soul, or lack thereof while she waited for her to answer. 

“Same here,” Mina said quickly, hoping the follow up question wasn’t going to be ‘Why?’ 

“I thought you both might be,” Sana said, pausing to drink some of her absinthe. She had long, black acrylic nails that she now tapped thoughtfully on the side of her glass. “Forgive me for asking so soon after meeting, but how do we smell to you, Momo?” she asked with a grin, making the athletic girl nearly choke. 

“S-smell?” Momo asked nervously, tugging at the bandana around her neck a little. She almost reminded Mina a little bit of Scooby Doo in her mannerisms. 

Sana put a hand on Momo’s thigh and leaned in toward her neck. “I’ve always been curious to know what a vampire smells like, if anything, to a werewolf.” 

Mina’s eyes widened at that and she slid out of the booth with lightning speed at the same time Momo was scrambling to get up on the other end. 

Sana just laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Relax,” she said, checking out her nails casually. “I’m not a threat. And I’m not human, either.”

“Then…?” Mina asked. She couldn’t finish her question. Her vampiric instinct was telling her to flee, but she hadn’t run off like she had planned. Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, but she also couldn’t bring herself to sit back down. 

“H-how did you know?” Momo asked. She was sitting at the edge of the booth. Her fight or flight instinct seemed to be stalled, too. 

“I’ll tell you if you drink with me, please?” Sana batted her eyelashes at them. “Just one little drink.” 

Realizing she was probably drawing more attention to herself by standing, Mina begrudgingly obliged and sat back down, sliding back over next to Sana. “Fine,” she said. She reached for her glass, knocking back the first round of absinthe in one go. Her eyes watered and she almost coughed, but she kept it down, clearing her throat once the alcohol was safely traveling down her esophagus. It was over the top, maybe, but now she could at least say she’d had one drink if she needed to hightail it out of there. 

Sana’s eyes seemed to glow. “Wow,” she said. She then turned to the werewolf. “Momo?” 

Momo seemed stiffer than Mina had been, and it took a few seconds before her body relaxed again. Hesitantly, she slid back over next to Sana, too. 

She looked at Mina, who shared her bewildered expression, and then followed the vampire’s lead, downing her first glass of absinthe, too. She grimaced, licking her lips the way a dog would after realizing the treat it had just eaten was stuffed with medicine. 

Sana smirked. “Mm, I love being right,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “A sexy vampire and a sexy werewolf, what luck.” 

Momo and Mina peered at each other curiously. 

“So– your fangs..?” Momo asked.

“Real,” Mina said. She couldn’t believe she was admitting this so freely, in a public space no less. 

“And your eyes… no full moon, huh?” Mina offered up. 

Momo chuckled. “Not tonight,” she said sheepishly. 

“But it will be in like, two days,” Sana said, bringing their attention back to her. “What are you doing out so close to the start of your rut cycle, little werewolf?” she said, using one of her nails to gently touch just under Momo’s chin. She turned Momo’s head, making the werewolf look at her before resting her hand on Momo’s thigh again. 

Momo blushed.  

Sana’s other hand made its way to Mina’s thigh. “You’re taking a risk too, aren’t you? A little vampire on her very best behavior while surrounded by walking blood-flavored Capri Suns,” she giggled. It wasn’t malicious in any way, but Mina still went red, which really only made her look slightly more human as the hint of color made its way to her pale face. 

“Enough about us,” Momo said, feeling suddenly protective of the pretty vampire. “You said you’re no threat or a human. So what are you?”

“Hmm. An appreciator of gorgeous women, for starters,” Sana said, taking her hand off Momo’s thigh to finish off her first glass of absinthe. “Please,” she said, nudging the second glasses toward them. 

There it was again– that invisible persuading force. Momo brought the second glass up to her lips carefully. The alcohol was already running amok through her system. And even though she was still slightly distressed by the mystery woman’s ability to clock her so easily, she was also starting to become slightly aroused. The demon girl beside her smelled sinfully good, as did the vampire, almost earthy, like late fall leaves. 

And not only did they smell good, Momo thought, they were both incredibly attractive. She found Mina alluring with her sleek, perfectly conditioned long dark hair and sharp fangs tucked behind those pretty lips, and Sana’s entire presence was devastatingly sexy. Her costume didn’t help with the werewolf’s arousal, either.  

Mina found herself drinking from her second glass, too. The buzz was hitting her faster than anything she’d experienced when she was human. Like Momo, she was unsettled, but mildly turned on. Momo’s bangs kept getting in her eyes, making her look slightly doe eyed when she looked up, and Sana, whatever she was, was downright delicious, especially with her know-it-all attitude. And both of them had hearts pumping plenty of warm blood through their bodies. 

They watched as Sana then tapped on one of the curled, thick dark horns on her head. “Not a costume,” she admitted. 

“Y-you’re a demon?” Mina asked, shocked. 

Sana pouted. “Don’t say it like that,” she said, her voice darkening for a millisecond. “I’m not scary.” 

She paused. “Well. Not all the time.” She looked up between the two of them to make sure their eyes were on her. Mina and Momo watched, unsure whether to feel horrified or impressed, as Sana showed more of herself to them. The whites of her eyes vanished for a moment, completely overtaken by empty blackness. 

And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over and Sana’s big, brown irises came back into view among the whites of her eyes. 

Momo’s heart rate spiked and Mina sensed it immediately. She found it strangely sexy of Sana to be able to get Momo’s heart racing with such little effort. Vampirism had really changed her turn-ons over the years. 

“S-so what is this, then? What do you want with us?” Momo asked. She peered down at Sana’s hand on her thigh, suddenly afraid of getting hard in front of her and Mina. 

“Aw, am I making you nervous, Momo?” Sana giggled lightly, bringing a hand up to toy with the werewolf’s bandana. She hooked a finger under it, pulling Momo close as if to kiss her. She waited for a second to see how the werewolf would react, and just as she’d thought, Momo inched closer. 

“I just want to have some fun,” she said, barely brushing her lips against Momo’s. Sana turned away from her then to look at Mina. Her eyes moved down between the vampire’s legs while her hand moved up the vampire’s thigh and squeezed it lightly. “With both of you.” 

The demon smirked, removing her hands from both the other two’s bodies and picked up her second glass of absinthe. “I know you two are already interested in each other based off of the way you were gazing at each other when I first saw you,” she said, making the word sound more like gay-zing. “So…is there room for one more?” 

Mina nodded at the same time Momo stammered a shy “Yes.”

“Well then,” said Sana, picking up her remaining glass for a toast. “Cheers to Devil's Night.” 

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Lazy Days

Twice Mina x Male Reader

4K Words

Content Warning: Smut, Fluff

Minors DNI

A/N: This is another request I received almost a month ago. I really hate that it took me so long to get to it especially because it isn't even that long. It's probably cause for the past few weeks I've been stressed and I've had bad headaches which really killed my motivation lol.

Anyways enough of my bitching, I really enjoyed writing this one cause Mina's been wrecking me lately so I hope you guys like it.

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"You let me win, didn't you?"

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"There's no way" You blink, your entire body running stiff as you watch the small pixelated character you created maybe four hours ago shrivel up and die in one of the worst ways imaginable. In the same instance you glance over to your girlfriend Mina, who's sitting right next to you on the couch. Although she doesn't look at you, you can see the smirk on her face and you begin to process that she just beat you. Again. "You've gotta be cheating!" You accuse, pressing the respawn button on your controller.

"No" She insists cutely with her whiny tone of voice "I'm just better than you" The simple shrug of her shoulders has you a bit salty. 

It's been like this all day. You both had today off, so really and truly there was no better way to spend it than to sit around all day playing video games. Truth be told, you were never a gamer before you met Mina. When she moved in with you, she brought her console too and you slowly went from watching her play occasionally to playing with her and even more than her sometimes.

"Yeah right, one more game" You run a hand through your messy hair.

Mina loves how stubborn you are, she sees it as one of your cutest traits. She just knows that although you say "one more game" you really mean "we'll play until I beat you" and it's even funnier that you refuse to admit that part.

Sure enough you end up playing four rounds instead of the 'one' you spoke of earlier "Don't you think we should be doing something else?" Mina mutters, reluctantly pressing the button for a rematch when you lose again. She glances at the time, noticing that you two have been at this all morning and it was just bleeding into the afternoon.

"Like what?" You bite your lip subconsciously, something you always did when you were trying to focus. 

"I dunno, you hungry? We could order something, watch tv, maybe go out later.." She suggests, but you barely hear any of it because not even a second after she finishes her sentence, you manage to finally beat her in the combat game. 

"Ha! See? You're not better than me, look I just beat you" You stand up and point to the tv. Mina only puts her controller to the side and she smiles at you calmly, nodding. It doesn't really matter to you in the moment that you've played maybe a total of sixteen matches, four of which you actually won. You silently appreciate her for not bringing up that part either. "Okay, what were you saying?" You turn off the console and plop back down on the couch.

"Maybe" She looks like she's actually thinking for a moment, then in the same instance she kind of stops and she gets this look on her face. An almost devilish smirk replaces her pondering pout and you're almost immediately intrigued about what's to come "I should give you a reward for winning"

She only has to scoot closer to you and lean her head in a few inches to catch your lips on hers. You kiss her back, hands on her waist so you can pull her to sit on your lap. "What kind of reward?" You decide to humor her cause why not and she can't hide her giggles when she presses on your shoulder to get you to lay back.

"Just lay down" Mina's voice is so wonderfully soft, almost healing to your ears when she says the three words. You first prop one of the throw pillows up against the armrest and you rest your head against it. Still in your lap, Mina leans down to put her lips back on yours and you can't get enough of them. So smooth and tender as you make out in your cozy living room.

When Mina pulls away, she shuffles backwards a bit and with the space she has, she lays flat on her belly between your legs. It's a big couch so she's able to fit there nice and comfy, arms resting on your thighs as she tugs on the waistband of your shorts and you lift your hips to help her out.

 "You let me win, didn't you?" You figure

"Well, how else was I supposed to get your cock in my mouth?" She teases, pulling the garments off your legs. Your cock springs free from its confinements, semi-hard from the bit of kissing you did earlier. 

"You could've just a-asked—" Your tone of voice changes mid-way when Mina wraps her lips around your head, her moist inner cheeks wonderfully stimulating each nerve. 

She releases you with a subtle pop then she curls her fingers around your shaft, stroking up and down. "Where's the fun in that" The way she giggles feels a little more sinister and it genuinely sends a chill down your spine as you grow harder and harder in her hands. 

Mina leans over, sticking her tongue out to flick it against your tip "God" You bite your lip, forgetting to breathe while you make eye contact. It's like there's a greater force gluing your eyes to her making it impossible for you to look away. When she's got your cock at it's hardest—which doesn't take very long at all—she opens her mouth and takes you inside.

The descent is slow and easy for her for the first few inches. She starts to struggle the further she gets down and you're unable to focus on anything but the warmth of her mouth, the saliva coating your entire shaft and the tight squeeze her mouth gives your cock whenever she gags or swallows. It has your jaw clenching already. 

You grasp your t-shirt in your hands then you pull it over your head, stretching the cheap fabric a bit because you were rushing. "Mina" You sigh, as she gets her lips to touch your base. Tears welled up in her pretty eyes. They threaten to fall as she holds herself there and the absolute clutch of her throat is nearly perfect. 

First she has to remind herself to breathe through her nose before she comes up. Mina stops when she reaches the head then she plunges again, sliding your cock down the slot of her throat easier this time around. She manages to get herself in a rhythm, cheeks hollowed as she sucks you off, tongue dragging up and down the underside of your cock. "You're so good at that" You praise, lips parted as you take in the wonderful view.

Mina's so beautiful, you could spend hours just admiring her face, scanning each beauty mark and every subtle blemish on her porcelain skin. "So pretty" You whisper and she hums softly to let you know that she acknowledges your compliment. There's more you want to say but the words get caught up and stuck in your throat because she's got you speechless right now. As her eyes pierce through yours, you hope that she can understand at least a fragment of the love you feel for her in this moment. "I love you" You groan the confession like it's the first time you're saying it.

She comes back up, licking her lips as she wraps her hand around your base. She strokes you slowly and softly, that same shy giggle escaping her lips and you get high on it. "I love you more" Her tongue darts out to lick up the pre cum that's beginning to dribble down your shaft. Then she rubs the pad of her thumb in circles on your frenulum.

A moan escapes your lips and your body begins to squirm as she attacks the sensitive spot there. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering. She fists your cock again, then chases it with her mouth up and down with the twist of her wrists. 

You reach your hand out, running your fingers through her newly dyed ash hair and you brush it to the side when you notice that it was getting in the way. Her hand and her mouth moves together fast and you're not sure how much longer you'll be able to take it for. The way she can have your body almost trembling under her magical touch will always amaze you, no matter how many times she does this.

"M-Mina I'm close—fuck" You warn but she won't slow or stop. In fact, she's squeezing and sucking harder like she needs your load in her mouth as soon as possible. You know she'll swallow it all.

You end up biting into your fist, eyes squinting as your brows knit together right up until you cum. "Shit, I'm gonna.." Your cock pulses out the first few shots which hit the roof of Mina's mouth. She isn't at all phased by it though, in fact, she keeps her movements steady as she milks you for everything you've got, moaning eagerly at the taste. You finish it all off with a sigh and then she finally stops, taking you out of her mouth carefully so nothing spills out. 

Mina opens her mouth, proudly showing you the flood of semen thats pooled up inside where it belongs. Then she closes her lips together and she stops for a moment before she gulps it down. "You're amazing" You pant, watching weakly as she climbs up your body so you're face to face. She smiles before connecting your lips and your hands go to the hem of her top almost immediately and you slip them under just to feel her soft, bare skin on your hands.

She breaks the kiss, then she pulls her top off and her petite breasts are finally free "These too" You pull at the clingy fabric of her leggings, hearing the light noise it makes when it snaps back. 

"You ready for me already babe?" 

"You know I am" a smile grows on her face as she stands up from the couch to shimmy herself out of them, her hips swaying side to side with a naughty purpose. Finally, she steps out of them and kicks them to the side "Wait, leave them on" she stops just as she's about to take her panties off. She's wearing this black lacy underwear that clings to her ass so beautifully, it'd be a crime to remove them when they look so good on her.

Mina only shakes her head, a chuckle escaping her lips as she straddles you again "You're such a weirdo" She mutters, not giving you the chance to respond because she's making out with you again. This kiss lasts a little bit longer because you want to take your time with her perfect lips, sucking and licking on them as it gets sloppier. She begins moaning into your mouth because of the pressure your hard cock provides while it's pushed up against her cunt. "Fuck" She curses, lightly biting your lip as she grinds her hips forwards.

She reaches down, kissing you harder this time as she slides her dampened panties to the side because she doesn't want to spend another second empty. Mina has to hover a bit as she grabs your cock to aim the head with her slick entrance but she's so soaked that it ends up slipping past. You try not to, but you end up snickering and she glares at you before trying again. This time she gets it in, you know that much from the first feel of her tight cunt gripping the head. 

You both exhale deeply as Mina sinks herself down slowly, taking this opportunity to enjoy the stretch of your thick cock. When she's got you stuffed as deep as the position would allow, Mina picks up her hips and begins to rock forwards in slow motions. "So deep in me, it feels so good ah~"

The way Mina moves her body so smooth and fluid has you falling in love with her all over again. You let a harsh slap land on her round ass, hearing the sound of the sharp impact echo loudly in your living room. She yelps loudly, leaning over to hold herself up on your shoulders so she can move faster. Her warm walls hug you tightly, occasionally clenching when she closes the gap between you two. Your cock fits so perfectly inside of her, it's like you were made for each other.

"Mina" You moan once she begins to move her hips in a circular motion. It feels so insane that now you're gripping her ass tightly, probably leaving red hand marks on her pale skin. 

"Like that?" Mina smirks, looking deep into your hooded eyes moaning when your cock brushes past her g-spot. She puts her hands over yours, then guides them both up to her perky tits. You feel her stiff nipples poking your palms as you take the initiative to squeeze and knead the soft flesh thoroughly. "God your cock—it's so" She moans again, throwing her head back so her hair flys out of her face.

This is the perfect visual. Mina's god-like body on top of yours, every dangerous and deadly curve of hers highlighted with the sheet of sweat on her skin. Her eyes closed and her mouth wide open as she moans about how good your dick is, how she can ride it all day long and how it's tearing her apart among another mess of words you can't really make out. You listen good and well to everything she's saying because she absolutely means it, you can tell that much from the utter lust in her tone.

Mina lets herself loose on you like she's been thinking about it all day, thinking about how you'll fill and fuck her with your large cock. You're only able to watch as the subtle indicators begin to show themselves. Like when her moans go up an octave or when her movements become less calculated and more messy and feral. You also notice the way she leans down, capturing your lips once more and you can tell it's a silent plea for you to do something.

So that's exactly what you do. You hold her in place by her hips and you begin to piston your cock into her, your thighs meeting hers to make this thick meaty slapping noise. She nearly screams, unable to focus on kissing you when you're fucking her like this. "Yes! Fuck- Harder!" So much raw force, it's almost punishing. However, your purpose wasn't to "punish" her, it was more so to reward her for everything she did beforehand. 

She understands that.

When Mina buries her head into your neck, you're a hundred percent sure that you've got her right there. She breathes heavily into your skin, moaning and choking on her words with each deep thrust you give her. She hums loud and long "I'm cumming!" and then you begin to feel how tightly her cunt clenches and pulses around your cock as her wetness spills down your shaft. "Fuck- Yes baby!" She begins to shake, her body jerking and bucking in your grip.

With a long sigh, she stops calms down a bit, the aftershocks still causing her body to react occasionally. You give her maybe a second to recover before you slip your cock out of her and flip her so she's on her back. She's so out of it, she doesn't even realize that you've switched positions until you slide your cock back inside of her where it belongs. Mina gasps, feeling your cock reach different parts of her at this angle.

"I can't fucking-" What she's trying to say is that she can't believe that you're fucking her so good. Hard and deep. That's exactly how she likes it as you recall, and you've hardly even given her a moment to recover from the orgasm you just fucked her through. "Cum in me" she looks deep into your eyes when she says it and she's so serious about it.

You lean down, your temple to hers as you nearly fuck her through the couch. You're a little rough on her, you know that because you can hear the springs in the furniture starting to give. It's not really built for this kind of treatment but it's durable and it's been through worse than this.

The more your cock slides in and out of her, dragging all the way back to the tip only to bury itself into her again, the more animalistic you feel. It's the tight grip, her velvety walls and her hoarse voice moaning your name that's got you like this. You want nothing more than to empty your balls inside of Mina, fill her up and keep it lodged so deep that none of it spills out.

You barely even notice when you push her into another orgasm because you're too focused on that distinct feeling growing and burning like a hot ball of fire in the pit of your stomach. "Oh... I'm gonna cum" You grit through your teeth, voice rough just before you nearly growl as you cum again, shooting countless ropes of warm white into her stretched cunt. She gasps, legs shaking as you continue to pound deep and slow into her, making sure you get everything out.

"Yeah, give me everything baby" She coos, fingers interlocking at the back of your neck. 

With a sigh your body finally relaxes and you put all of your weight on her body. When you're finally ready to talk after the long moment of silence you spend in your post-orgasm daze you lift your head and look into Mina's eyes. You know she's expecting your usual "I love you" after sex but instead you decide to mess with her a bit "So... pizza?"

She blinks "What?"

"Earlier you mentioned that we could order something and watch TV, right? I was just suggesting that we get pizza" She gives you an expecting look, like she's not going to give you a straight answer until you tell her what she really wants to hear "and I love you" You add on, leaning down to connect your lips with a grin on your face.

She can't help it when she smiles "Okay pizza then" she agrees.

-

You begin to think that maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to order pizza right before getting in the shower because you're both just stepping out when you hear the doorbell ring. Mina wraps her towel around her body "Well you're gonna have to get it cause I'm naked" She nods to herself as if there wasn't a towel wrapped around your waist also.

"So am I?" You try to argue as she walks into your bedroom. Her calm silence says enough and you figure you should just get the food cause you definitely won't win that fight. When you open the door, the delivery guy looks at you a little weird but you still tip him generously and mutter a small "thank you" at the end of the exchange.

When you get back in your shared apartment, you place the pizza on the coffee table and you turn off the lights before you join her in the bedroom to get into something comfy. 

"I can't believe you're making me watch this" Mina snuggles herself against you, squinting a bit to read the description of the show on the tv screen. You're cuddling and eating on the couch, yes the same couch you just fucked on, it's multi-purpose. You snicker at your own joke before realizing what she's just said.

"So you're genuinely telling me, you didn't enjoy the first season?" You ask, taking a bite of your pizza. It's only got pepperoni on it but it's a classic nonetheless.

Mina shakes her head "No I hated it actually" She corrects you, turning her head with her mouth open. You move your hand away, catching that she's trying to eat your food. She only whines, giving you those adorable eyes.

"There's like seven more slices right there, why do you want to eat mine" You point to it, nodding your head in the direction of the small table before you pick up the remote to play the show. 

It's Squid Game 2 that you're watching as you allow Mina to take a rather large bite of your pizza anyways, despite giving her a hard time about it. "I didn't wanna move" She says as she chews.

"Sure" You scoff, acting like you didn't absolutely love feeding her. Just babying Mina in general is one of your favorite things to do with her. She knows that from the way you swipe off a bit of tomato sauce from the corner of her lip but she fails to bring it up because she too enjoys it.

See there's nothing better than a lazy day in your book. It may have been really unproductive, but sometimes a little bit of a recharge with the person you love the most is the little boost you need to make the most of the following week.

Lazy days are good days

[fudgeez]

May I request the yandre possessive top Sana got jealous seeing her friendly girlfriend talking to someone in the after party of misamo concert so she decided to give her girl a lesson that she would enjoy

Tnx

Only Sana's Love - Minatozaki Sana x Fem Reader

(masterlist)

Synopsis : After-party turns possessive. Sana claims Y/N as her own.

The music pulsed through the room, a vibrant echo of the Misamo concert that had just ended. Laughter and excited chatter filled the air as fans mingled at the after-party.

While Y/N laughed along with the conversation at her table, Sana spoke up. “Darling, I’m just going to congratulate the other staffs and make sure Momo doesn’t vomit,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

“Go ahead, love,” Y/N replied, returning the smile. “Don’t worry about me.”

Sana beamed, clearly wanting to savor every moment of the post-concert buzz. Y/N watched her go, a warm feeling spreading through her chest. She was so proud of Sana and her Misamo sisters. Turning back to her conversation, she resumed chatting with the friendly staff members she had met during the concert preparations. They were a lively bunch, and Y/N found herself enjoying their company.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted her. “Hi.”

Y/N turned to see a woman with a friendly smile standing beside her.

“Hey,” Y/N replied, a little surprised. “You’re with the production team, right?”

“Yeah, I am,” the woman said.

“I’m Y/N, Sana’s girlfriend,” Y/N introduced herself. “And you are?”

“I’m Jamie. Nice to meet you.” Jamie smiled. “I was just saying hi. I really enjoyed the show—you must be proud of Sana.”

“I am. Very much so,” Y/N replied.

Jamie then proceeded to talk about the stage design, the lighting, and the intricate details of the show, which piqued Y/N’s interest. She knew how much effort Sana had put into it.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Sana, who had finished greeting Momo, was scanning the room. Her eyes landed on Y/N, deep in conversation with Jamie.

A flicker of something dark and possessive flashed through her gaze. She watched as Jamie gestured animatedly, Y/N’s attention fully captivated. Sana’s smile tightened.

That’s enough, she thought, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

She began to make her way through the crowd, her movements deliberate and purposeful.

Sana’s once-bright, celebratory expression morphed into a thin, almost predatory line. The sight of Y/N, so engaged with another person, ignited a spark of possessiveness she hadn’t realized was simmering beneath the surface. Jamie’s casual gestures, the way she leaned in slightly as she spoke, only amplified Sana’s growing unease.

Y/N is mine, she thought, the words echoing in her mind with fierce intensity. Only mine.

She moved with practiced grace, weaving through the throng of people. Her eyes never left Y/N, her focus razor-sharp. The music, the laughter, the lively hum of the after-party faded into the background.

As she drew closer, snippets of their conversation reached her ears. Jamie was animated, her hands moving as she spoke about the stage lighting, the intricate details of the production. Y/N, in turn, nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest. Sana felt a surge of irritation. Why was Y/N so interested in something she had already seen? Why was this woman holding her attention?

“Darling.”

Sana’s voice cut through the air, smooth but laced with an undercurrent of steel. Y/N’s head snapped up, her eyes widening slightly as she saw Sana standing beside her.

“Sana! Hey,” Y/N said, her voice warm. “Jamie was just telling me about—”

“Yes, darling, I heard,” Sana interrupted, her voice still smooth but edged with something sharper. She placed a hand on Y/N’s arm, her fingers tightening slightly. “But I think it’s time we went back to the hotel, don’t you?”

Jamie, sensing the shift in atmosphere, offered a polite smile. “It was nice talking to you, Y/N.”

“You too, Jamie,” Y/N replied, a hint of confusion in her voice.

Sana’s smile was tight as she turned to Jamie. “Thank you for keeping her company,” she said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, though her eyes burned with something far less innocent.

With a gentle tug, she steered Y/N away, her grip never loosening. The warmth of the after-party was replaced by a chilling intensity, and Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something had changed.

The hotel room door slammed shut, the sound echoing the finality of Sana’s possessive intentions. The vibrant energy of the after-party was gone, replaced by an eerie stillness, broken only by the sound of Y/N’s shallow breaths.

Sana turned, her eyes—usually sparkling with warmth—now dark with something far more dangerous.

“You enjoyed talking to her, didn’t you?” Sana’s voice was a low, honeyed growl, laced with an undercurrent of something almost menacing.

Y/N, still slightly disoriented from the sudden shift in Sana’s demeanor, could only nod, her throat tight with nervous apprehension.

A predatory smile curved Sana’s lips, a stark contrast to her usual playful grin. “Good,” she purred, her voice sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. “Now, let me show you exactly what happens when you give your attention to someone else.”

She closed the distance between them, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her hand reached out—not to caress, but to grip Y/N’s chin, tilting her head up.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice a silken threat. “Only mine. And I won’t tolerate sharing.”

The playful facade had shattered, revealing the possessive darkness that lurked beneath. Sana’s eyes, usually filled with adoration, now held a chilling intensity—a hunger that sent a wave of fear mixed with something far more dangerous through Y/N.

“Do you understand?” Sana asked, her grip tightening slightly.

Y/N, her heart pounding, managed a shaky nod.

“Good girl,” Sana murmured, her voice laced with dark satisfaction. “Now, let’s make sure you never forget.”

"God, Sana!" y/n gasped, the sound muffled slightly by the blindfold that obscured their vision. The soft, warm press of Sana's lips against their stomach sent a jolt of electricity through their body, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. This was their punishment, a self-imposed penance for a playful transgression, and Sana was relishing the execution.

The deliberate slowness of Sana’s ministrations was a delicious torture. Each feather-light kiss, each warm breath that fanned across their skin, heightened the anticipation, making y/n’s skin tingle with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

She could feel the subtle shift in Sana’s movements as the trail of kisses crept upward, towards their navel, a sensitive spot that always sent shivers down their spine.

"Sana..." y/n breathed, her voice a mere whisper, laced with a plea they didn’t quite understand. The darkness behind the blindfold amplified their other senses, making every touch, every sound, every scent, overwhelmingly intense. The playful nip of Sana's teeth against the delicate skin of their navel sent a wave of heat surging through them. "You're so good..." She murmured, the words escaping involuntarily.

The feeling of Sana's hand, cool and smooth, sliding along their waist, sent a fresh wave of anticipation. The touch was light, almost a caress, yet it carried an unspoken promise, a promise that made y/n’s heart pound against their ribs.

"Sana, please..." She begged, the words a desperate plea for something, anything, to break the tension that coiled within them. The blindfold, the darkness, the exquisite torture of Sana's touch—it was all becoming too much, a delicious, overwhelming sensation that threatened to consume them entirely.

"What do you want?" Sana murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down y/n's spine. With a slow, deliberate movement, she slid y/n's pants and boxers down, revealing the sensitive skin beneath. Her gaze lingered for a moment, a flicker of something intense in her eyes, before she reached out and closed her hand around y/n's cock.

The sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity through y/n's body, a sharp intake of breath escaping their lips. Her back arched involuntarily, a mixture of pleasure and a sharp, almost painful sensation coursing through them from Sana's firm hold.

The pressure was exquisite, a delicate balance between pleasure and pain that made y/n's breath catch in their throat.

"Sana..." y/n gasped, her voice a strained whisper. The intensity of the sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of Sana's hand wrapped around them sending waves of heat through their body.

Sana's thumb brushed lightly against the sensitive tip, eliciting a sharp gasp from y/n. "Tell me," she repeated, her voice laced with a playful edge. "What do you want me to do?"

Her grip tightened slightly, and y/n's body tensed, a wave of anticipation washing over them. The combination of the pleasurable pressure and the slight sting of Sana's hold was driving them wild, pushing them closer to the edge.

"I... I don't know," y/n stammered, her mind a blur of sensations. The intensity of the moment was making it hard to think, to form coherent thoughts.

Sana chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against y/n's skin. "That's alright," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I have a few ideas." She began to move her hand, slowly at first, then with increasing speed, the friction building with each stroke. Y/n's breath hitched, their body trembling with anticipation.

"Fuck, Sana, you're so tight!" y/n groaned, the words a desperate plea as Sana settled onto their cock. A slow, predatory smirk spread across Sana's lips. She knew exactly how much power she held in that moment, how y/n's body was completely at her mercy.

"Tight?" she purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper. "Or just... perfectly fitted?" She paused, letting the implication hang in the air, before adding, "Just for you, of course."

She began to move, a slow, deliberate grind that made y/n's breath hitch. "Tell me," she whispered, her teeth grazing y/n's earlobe, "how good does it feel?"

Y/n's hands clenched on Sana's hips, their body arching beneath her. "Sana..." She gasped, the name a mixture of a plea and a curse.

"That's it," Sana murmured, her voice laced with amusement.

"Beg for it." She slowed her movements, teasing y/n with the near-absence of friction.

"Or, perhaps," she whispered, her voice a silken threat, "you'd prefer I stopped?"

Y/n's eyes widened, a flicker of panic in their gaze. "No! Sana, please," she begged voice thick with need.

"Please what?" Sana asked, her voice dripping with playful cruelty. "Please continue? Please make you scream my name?"

She began to move again, this time with a slow, grinding rhythm that made y/n groan.

"You're so desperate," she whispered, her voice a low, husky drawl.

"So needy. And I love it." She leaned down, her lips brushing against y/n's. "Only I can give you this," she murmured, her voice a promise and a threat. "Only I can make you feel this way."

 A jolt of surprise shot through y/n as Sana's fingers tightened around their neck, not enough to choke, but a firm, undeniable claim.

The possessive grip sent a thrill of fear and excitement spiraling through them. Above, Sana's eyes burned with a dark intensity, her gaze fixed on the vulnerable curve of y/n's throat.

"Mine," Sana breathed, the word a low, guttural growl that vibrated against y/n's skin. She leaned down, her lips tracing a hot, wet path along their neck, leaving a trail of searing kisses. Each press of her lips, each gentle nip of her teeth, was a mark of ownership, a brand that declared y/n belonged to her.

Y/n gasped, their breath catching in their throat. "Sana..." her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desire.

Sana's grip tightened slightly, just enough to remind y/n of her control."Don't speak," she murmured, her voice thick with possessiveness. "Just feel."

She continued her assault on y/n's neck, her kisses growing more fervent, more demanding. She nipped and sucked, her teeth grazing the delicate skin, leaving a constellation of red marks that would serve as a constant reminder of her claim. Y/n could feel the heat radiating from Sana's body, the intensity of her gaze burning into their skin. The combination of the possessive grip, the passionate kisses, and the unspoken threat in Sana’s eyes was intoxicating.

"You're so beautiful," Sana whispered, her voice husky with desire. "So perfect. And you're mine. Only mine." She paused, her lips hovering over a particularly sensitive spot on y/n's neck. "I'll mark you," she murmured, her voice laced with a dark promise.

"So everyone knows who you belong to."

 Sana's words hung in the air, a dark promise that sent a shiver of anticipation down y/n's spine. With a renewed intensity, she increased her pace, the rhythmic friction building with each powerful stroke. She could feel y/n's body trembling beneath her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

"You gonna cum already?" Sana purred, her voice a low, teasing whisper. She leaned down, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "Do you think you deserve it?"

Y/n's breath hitched, their body arching involuntarily. their eyes wide with a mixture of desire and desperation. "Please, Sana," they gasped, their voice thick with need. "I'm good, just for you."

A flicker of satisfaction crossed Sana's face. "Good," she murmured, her voice laced with a dark tenderness. She slowed her movements slightly, teasing y/n with the near-absence of friction, before surging forward again, pushing them closer to the edge.

"Tell me," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell me how much you want me."

"Sana!" y/n cried out, their voice a desperate plea. "I want you so much!"

Satisfied with their response, Sana released the last vestiges of restraint. She moved faster, harder, pushing y/n over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over y/n, their body convulsing as they reached their peak. Sana felt the hot, pulsing surge of y/n's cum as it exploded inside her, the sensation colliding with her own, sending a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her head falling back as she savored the moment, the feeling of y/n's release mingling with her own.

For a moment, they remained entwined, their bodies still shuddering with the aftershocks of their shared climax. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their mingled breaths. Sana gently shifted, pulling y/n closer, their foreheads resting against each other. A soft, contented sigh escaped y/n's lips, and they snuggled deeper into Sana's embrace.

Sana's fingers traced soft circles on y/n's back, a silent expression of affection. "You were amazing," she murmured, her voice warm and tender, a stark contrast to the possessive growls from moments before.

A soft blush crept up y/n's cheeks. "So were you," they whispered back, their voice still a little shaky.

Sana chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against y/n's chest. "I'm glad," she said, her eyes sparkling with affection. She gently brushed a stray strand of hair from y/n's face, her touch feather-light.

A comfortable silence settled between them, a moment of quiet intimacy after the storm of passion. Y/n's eyelids fluttered closed, a sense of peace washing over them. They felt safe and cherished in Sana's arms, the possessiveness from before replaced with a gentle warmth.

Sana continued to hold them close, her hand gently stroking their hair. She kissed y/n's forehead, a soft, tender gesture. "Rest now," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet affection. "I'll be here."

Y/n hummed in response, their body relaxing completely against Sana's. The lingering warmth of their shared pleasure, combined with the gentle touch of Sana's hand, lulled them into a peaceful drowsiness. They drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved, the echoes of their shared passion fading into the background of their dreams.

While y/n slept soundly, wrapped in the warm afterglow of their shared intimacy, Sana's phone buzzed with a sudden, insistent vibration. She carefully extracted herself from y/n's embrace, ensuring not to disturb their slumber, and answered the call.

"Ms. Minatozaki," a clipped, professional voice spoke from the other end of the line, "Job well done. We've taken care of her." A brief pause, and then the line went dead.

A slow, predatory smirk spread across Sana's lips. Her eyes, usually so bright and playful, now held a cold, calculating glint.

Her gaze lingered on y/n's sleeping form, a possessive fire burning in her eyes. "Nothing can separate us," she whispered, her voice a low, almost threatening growl.

"Only mine." She leaned in and softly kissed y/n’s forehead. A silent vow, that she would never let anybody have y/n.

[ghostykapi]

but you can’t touch me (if you love me)

misamo & fem!reader // filth so minors dni

“you know better than to move sweet girl, now stay still”

when you agree to your girlfriends to a bet, you knew better than to push it to the limits. you knew that your girlfriends are the competitive kind, the one that can leave you wondering what dormant devil lies underneath them

you still however lost the bet, and that’s why when one of them enters the room, you wonder if this is where they will start getting their reward.

“good morning my princess!” sana smiles, her energy always unmatched in the morning “i brought you some coffee down the block to start this friday morning”

“thank you sweetheart” you don’t argue when she sits on your lap, and starts kissing you, giggling in between the kisses “don’t you have to go to a photo shoot soon?”

“i do” sana’s hands grab the back of your neck to connect her into a more messy kiss “but my turn is still later this afternoon. i want to have fun with you first”

you work from home, staying cozy in your own makeshift office room, giving her a surge of confidence of what she wants to do. she moves her hands to unbutton your blouse before running them on your chest and tummy, lightly scratching her way down and going back up to do it again and again.

“so cute” sana is a meanie when it comes to teasing you, always managing to turn any of you into a stuttering mess “so fucking cute. gosh i love messing you up”

“sweetie” you’re head is spinning, but it’s still work hours and you’re pretty sure she might be late to work “sweetheart i have a meeting in 10”

“fine i’ll let you go” sana gives you another kiss and fixes your blouse, her hands tracing your fading marks on your neck and collarbone “but i expect good pictures later”

even if sana left to go to work, her teasing comes in form of texts that render your brain into mush in between those zoom meetings.

i miss you princess

i miss making you messy n all worked up for me :((

sweetheart you would be good girl and wait for us right?

you can only sigh and continue to work, as you weren’t allowed to touch yourself or do anything that will help you unless one of them is there

it was after your lunch break that you finally got what you needed

momo is one of the more, generous ones when it comes to bed. just let her hands roam everywhere on your body as she fucks you then it’s all good

“hi baby” you kiss her when she’s behind you, letting you tend to your work on your computer screen “how was work”

“missed you” she pouts, tugging you to your shared bedroom and unto the bed “do you have do some work?”

before you can even reply, she’s already kissing you, pinning you down and effectively trapping you there

“baby i still have to finish something” you try to complain but it falls on deaf ears as momo turns the kisses into a messy make out session

“don’t care” she mumbles while kissing you, her hands already disregarding both of your clothes “got to have you now”

you let her have you, in all ways that makes her happy and makes you feel good. her mouth everywhere on your body as you grip the sheets to keep yourself grounded. her hands playing with your clit, sending you shivering and moaning at the pleasure. her strap, her fucking goddamn strap, is ready and on her. so fucking ready to fuck you deep

“baby” you call out, thighs shaking as she plunges her fingers into you, preparing for what is about to come next “baby come on please”

“please what?” momo circles her tougne around your clit before sucking it, making you scream out in pleasure

“fuck! please just fuck me with your strap mommy!” you give in, already throwing out the rest of your dignity out the window

“that’s what i wanted to hear” momo pulls out her fingers before lining up the strap unto your pussy. she lets you grind unto it before slowly pushing it in

“you look so pretty like this” momo moans as she sinks down, the strap effectively stretching you out “you look so good being stretched out for me”

“mommy” you moan out, letting her hands play with your breasts as you bottom out on her strap “fuck mommy you feel so good”

“yeah?” momo grunts, starting out slowly to help you adjust with the feeling “feel so full don’t you pretty girl? so full of my cock”

that immediately goes straight to your brain as she starts to move a bit faster, her hips starting to gain a sense of rhythm that makes you melt against the sheets

“hngg–ugh–fuck!” you feel your hands twitch against you, seemingly wishing to grab onto momo. she notices it before you can even move

“nuh-uh baby” momo taunts, grabbing both of your hands and pinning it above you head “no touching remember?”

right, the whole reason why you lost the bet is because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“please” you beg as you begin to feel your thighs shake, your back arch, your “please mommy let me cum”

momo grins and starts to move at her fastest and hardest, slipping one of her hands to rub on your clit that sends you screaming

you let go loudly, sure that whoever your neighbors are, they can hear you and will probably file a complaint tomorrow. it takes you a full minute to even regain your focus on momo, who’s diligent to help you clean up and do some aftercare

“good job baby you did so good” momo coos and helps you come down from your high, rubbing her hands on your sides to help you calm down “so proud of you baby for taking me so well”

“thank you” you gasp, the amount of energy taken from you already showing its signs as your eyes start to close “cuddle with me at least?”

“always baby” momo wraps your arms around you, whispering soft nothings as you drift off into sleep

though it doesn’t take long for you to wake up again, when mina’s having the time of her life eating you out

“hmmph–m-mina” you call out, her eyes drinking you up as she sucks on your clit “hngg-oh g-gods why are you so–hng-fuck!–so good at that”

“hello my love” mina sing songs, inserting two fingers to replace her mouth “i think i’ll take my reward right now so be a good slut and take what i’ll give you”

mina is a lot of things and maybe that’s why she loves to make you feel a lot of things. first making you orgasm on her fingers, then on her thigh, then on her face and then now she’s pounding you down on the bed with her own strap.

so yeah she likes making you feel a lot of things, that’s why whenever you are with her, overstimulation is bound to happen.

“not enough” mina moans as she brings you up to your knees, and continues to fuck you, her arms helping you stay upright “i need you wailing and squealing for me”

“hngg-uggghhh-fuck!” your mind is nothing but a mess now, her dirty whispers and moans absolutely not helping you at all with this case

“that’s it” mina smirks as you continue you only let out moans and whimpers “that’s what i love to fucking hear”

mina’s thrusts sends you throwing your head back against her, the loud slapping echoing across the room that makes sana and momo drooling by the door

wait

sana and momo drooling by the door?

“fuck look at her” momo can’t take her eyes off the both of you, hypnotized by the way you beg mina to go harder with only broken moans “she’s taking mina so well”

“that’s not mina anymore” sana makes eye contact with mina, who smirks and makes a show of the new fresh marks she put on you “that’s sharon taking over”

“looks like we’ve got an audience” mina’s voice is nothing but mean and seductive that makes you almost weak on the knees “won’t you let them mark you up? hmm? will you be a good slut and let them play with you?”

you can’t even give a response before the other two join in the fun, their once shocked behavior replaced with a hunger of a predator that wants to play with their prey

momo is quick to latch unto your tits, her hands already all over your chest and tummy. sana prefers to messily kiss you, perfectly invading your senses and rendering you weak

“you look so good” sana praises you, even as the combined spit of both of you cover most of your jaw at this point “such a pretty obedient slut for us”

“fuck i can feel you shaking baby” mina pants, her thrusts not stopping even if her abs are burning “we need you to cum ok? just cum for us. make a fucking mess”

you don’t fully register it, but you were sure to give them what they want and more.

“good job sweetheart, you did such a good job” sana is quick to praise you, proud and a little bit shocked that you just squirted “let’s run you a bath hmm?”

“we’ll order some take out” momo kisses you softly, helping you melt in their arms “you did so good for us baby”

“our love deserves to be pampered tonight” mina sighs into your neck, kissing the fresh marks she added “so amazing for us”

[ot9snumber1]

What about… alphas g!p misamo being so protective and whipped for omega/beta reader? Them absolutely being absolutely willing to do anything for reader even if it meant being edged or putting on a show for reader Hehehehe

anon i love you so much

cw: power bottom reader(?), edging, implied breeding kink

you weren't the most dominant person out there, quite the opposite, actually. being an omega was very convenient for your usually passive nature.

but, something about your three precious alphas makes you love taking the lead. although you aren't the one on top, watching them follow every single order you bark out is just so satisfying.

"momo, off. it's sana's turn." you say sternly. momo whimpers, pulling out of you. she was so, so close... but you said enough, so it's enough. plus, she already came twice! it was only fair that sana had her turn, especially since she was the only one out of the three that hadn't fucked you yet today.

momo joins mina at the edge of the bed, who was sitting obediently after you made her get off you because she came before you said she could. mina was still pouting, but she knew she'd have her turn again later. plus, who was she to disobey your orders?

they both watched sana eagerly get on top of you and push her entire length inside you all at once. "a-ah!" you moan, but swat her lightly. "i didn't give you permission yet."

sana frowns, "oh. i'm so sorry, i-"

you shut her up with a kiss. "it's okay. just don't do that again next time, okay?" sana nods, and starts moving in and out of you slowly. your back arches almost immediately, softly moaning her name as you grasp onto the sheets below you.

the sight makes sana even harder, somehow.

"mina, momo," you say between breathy moans as sana sunk her teeth into your neck. "you can touch yourselves, but don't cum, okay? save it for when it's your turn again."

the two nod and immediately start stroking their cocks to the sight of sana fucking you painfully slowly.

"sana, faster." the alpha immediately follows your orders and moves her hips faster, her hands grasping your waist as her length pounds into you.

your eyes roll back while you whine in pleasure, your hands moving from grasping the sheets to clawing at sana's back. there was truly nothing better than being able to control your three perfect girls.

[versegallery]

oie, poderia trazer icons da mina e tzuyu (twice)? obrigadaa

oii, faço sim 💖

☆ ⌇ mina and tzuyu icons

⌗ like ou reblogue se usar | créditos não são obrigatórios | psd por @colour-source

[alcoholfreenayeon]

misamo sfw/nsfw hcs? i feel like mina would be a subby bottom

A/N:With the two girls in front of her? I feel most people would🤭

MiSaMo HCs

SFW HCs

They understand each other very well and can understand when one of them needs space, support, comfort etc.

Mina is Sana’s emotional support while Sana is Momo’s emotional support. Both the older girls help Mina. Mina is always grateful to have those two by her side.

Momo is the one in the trio who recommends the best places to visit.

Momo and Mina often spoil Sana by cooking her favorite meals, Momo is in charge of main courses while Mina takes care of dessert. Sana washes the dishes, sometimes she does the dessert.

They all go on shopping trips together and end up spending way too much.

Sana is the one who recommends the best places to eat.

They often visit each others parents when they are in Japan.

When they are watching something or even just talking, Mina or Sana always end up laying either on someone’s lap or leaning against their shoulder.

Mina is the one who recommends the best movies and shows.

The subunit formation brought them closer together than ever and they recalled their journey to this point and how they were always so grateful to have each other by their side, the three of them getting quite emotional, promising they’d always be together no matter what.

NSFW HCs

Momo and Sana love to tease and torture their seemingly innocent maknae.

Often touching and groping her subtly when she comes close to them or during concerts.

They can’t help it, they just find her really cute and her shy reactions only encourage them.

Despite all that, Mina is somehow still the one with the dirtiest mind among them. She doesn’t always express her thoughts but when she does do it, there is mischief in their eyes.

As expected, Sana is the one who initiates the most, knowing Mina is an easy target. Peppering her with kisses until she has no choice but to give in.

She then teams up with Sana to seduce Momo who between Mina’s elegant and cute charm and Sana’s sexy advances has little choice but to give in.

Mina thought she knew what pleasure was until she experienced being eaten out by Momo while Sana played with her tits while making out with her. Mina literally saw stars and ended up trying to catch her breath for quite a few minutes, couldn’t think straight and nearly had her body go numb from that much stimulation.

Sana love’s nothing more than coming home to find out her two girls are already getting quite intimate and she just needs to join in.

Momo’s favorite thing is to get seduced by the two pretty girls. She even resists as long as she can to see just how far they’d go to pull her in.

The other members often wonder why those three often end up sleeping in the same room while they are touring. They get told it’s their secret tradition but the others remain somewhat suspicious.

[yuuncyy]

[betweenujb]

had the thought of mina & sana making g!p momo cum until she’s literally shooting blanks, whining and whimpering to stop because she’s so sensitive 😵‍💫

[kirakiraaa42]

Chapter X - Adorable valentine, part II

FEBRUARY 14, 2023 

1:00 pm

The Brit and the idol now arrived at the former's residence. This house was a box house made out of concrete and wood, which made the perfect, simple yet unusual house structure that sets it apart from the rest of the houses seen in Korea. The exterior was fascinatingly designed, and the materials that were made to create this masterpiece brought a combination of modern and natural aesthetic to it.

The house served as a symbol of Axelle's distinctive taste, being a man of simplicity and sleekness. The excitement was written all over Momo's face. She is still clinging onto her boyfriend's back.

"Wow. That's a really good looking house you got here!" Momo looked at the house with marvel in her eyes. "It's so sexy."

"It literally just looks like a box, though." The Brit chuckled, approaching the wooden door.

"I'm not kidding! The house is indeed sexy. Especially the one that is living in it." Momo giggled flirtatiously.

The Brit immediately got the message. "No, I'm not sexy. You are."

"No, you. Ehehe." The idol giggled again.

Axelle then opens the sliding wooden door, revealing the interior of the house. Again, it was made out of wood and concrete again, and it definitely created a sense of welcoming atmosphere, especially the living room.

(IGNORE THE BLURRY BABY)

He then puts his girlfriend down the sofa to relax herself after a long time of shopping him gifts, and excused himself for a moment. While he was gone for a while, Momo looked around the interior and was taking in the environment around her, amazed by how it was constructed. But moreover, she couldn't believe that her boyfriend, who is still a graduating student in college, resides in such a glorious and remarkable house.

Axelle then went back with a wash basin filled with water and soap.

"What are you going to do with that, darling?" Momo curiously asked.

He places the basin on the floor and then removes his girlfriend's shoes, and then puts her feet in, soaking them in the water. "A family tradition. This is how we welcome visitors in our home."

"Really?" Momo tilted her head.

He then kneeled on the floor and looked up at Momo. "No, I was kidding, I just made that up." He then chuckled.

She lightly tapped his head. "야, 바보! (Ya, pabo!) I was starting to think you were actually doing some family tradition!" She then shared a chuckle with the Brit, who then started to wash her feet.

(야 yah = hey)

"But for real. A little soak does feel so good. I should visit your house everyday so that you could wash my feet like this." The idol looked at him soaping her feet, feeling his fingers work their magic.

"As long it's not as stinky as the fish markets back in London." He snickered.

"Hey! You again and your silly little barbs!" Momo laughed. "I don't know if I should be insulted, haha!"

"I'm English. My mouth is a bit sharp sometimes." He commented. "It runs in my blood. But I use this 'weapon' depending on the person."

"That makes sense." She replied.

The Brit finishes washing her feet and leaves the living room, pouring out the water in the bathroom and setting aside the soap. He then returns not a few milliseconds later, and then does the surprising act of grabbing her chin and kissing her briefly.

He pulled away but kept his face close to Momo.

"You're so adorbs, little Axelle. I am really glad you are mine to keep."

"So I guess I'll have to stick with you calling me 'little' all the time?" Axelle asked.

"That is my little rule when we're together. You may be a tall boy, but you have a fragile heart like that of a child." Momo whispered, her aura becoming a bit possessive. "As long as you stay with me, I will make sure that you will be called 'little' for the rest of your life."

He shrugged. "Maybe I'll get used to being babied."

The idol wagged her index finger, playfully scolding him like a little boy. "Tsk tsk tsk. Nuh-uh. What did I tell you about the maybes, darling?"

He definitely did notice the motherly yet subtle dominating tone of Momo, yet he brushes it off anyway. "Sorry. No maybes. Only the yes's."

"Good boy∼" She whispered in a soft, husky voice. "You're sooo easy to talk to. I love that in you, my precious baby boy." She then chuckled seductively, pulling his head in between her clothed breasts.

As his head nestled in that spot, he begins to think for himself, with questions running in his head.

"Why is this... This is so uncertain of me. But why is Momo so tantalizing when she's... dominant and motherly? Is this because I lacked the love that was supposed to be given by my own Mum? Why do I feel so vulnerable? I shouldn't be like this... being babied is a bit cringe... yet why do I feel this way for my darling?"

The idol's lips let out another alluring mirth, caressing her boyfriend's hair. "Oh, Axie. You're sooo cute∼" She then kisses his forehead repeatedly, giving him affection. "I sooo want to take care of you now. My baby boy."

The young man thinks for himself once again.

"Am I being submissive at this point? Now that I think about it, I clearly remembered she gripped my neck last time back at that roof terrace... She wasn't even choking me, but she was so powerful, so dominant, that it makes me want to kneel down to her. But how does she do all of this? How?"

Momo drew his head away from her breasts and brought it closer to her face. "Hey, cutie. What do you wanna do now? We're all alone in your house now... We can do anything here. Tell me, boy."

He looked at the gift bag that was beside Momo and grabbed it, putting the thing beside him. He reaches inside the bag and pulls out the first gift that he grabbed.

"Oh! Strawberries!" Axelle smiled like a child. "And it's four packs! Incredible!"

Momo chuckled. "Yes. I knew you'd like strawberries, so I bought four packs just to be sure." She caresses his hair again. "Now go ahead and reach for the other gifts, darling."

He reaches for the bag again and pulls out the two strawberry Kitkat packs, and the strawberry plushie.

"Wait, no way!" He looked at the three items in his hands. "Nah, wait, hold up. Now I feel bad..."

"Feel bad for what?" Momo chuckled, her hands on her man's back.

"You walked for a long time just to get me these gifts, though. You shouldn't have done that for me. I mean, I should be doing that. I'm a man, right?"

Momo shook her head. "It's a thing here in Korea and the rest of East Asia for a woman to give something to her man on Valentine's, if you don't know that."

"Wait, really?" Axelle raised his eyebrow, culture-shocked by this discovery. "I literally lived here in Korea for 5 years and I had just known that?"

"Hehe. Culture shock much, huh?" Momo leaned onto his shoulder. "But let me tell you something, boy."

Axelle nods, ready to listen to his girlfriend.

"It's not about the gender roles, or who should do what, anyway. In the end, it's about showing my love and affection for you, little one. I take care of you, and you take care of me. Reciprocating. Simple as that." She kisses his cheek. "You got me a soak when we arrived here anyway... and I'm contented with your acts of service. Are we clear?"

Reaching for her hand, he interlocks it with his and kisses it. "Yes, darling. Crystal clear."

"Good." She places a peck on his shoulder. 

To Momo's surprise, yet again, the man hugged her in gratitude. "Thank you so much, darling. I couldn't give you enough gratitude. I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

The idol hugged him back, feeling his warmth in their little embrace. "You are absolutely welcome, my little Axelle."

Afterwards, the Brit turned back on the packs of strawberry and cracked one open, picking one and putting it in his mouth. As he tasted it, he nodded and smiled.

"Yes. I like this." He locked eyes with his woman. "Momo, try one."

"But those are yours, darling." Momo smiled. "I'll pass."

Remembering the thought of being babied by his girlfriend, he uses this to his advantage, and Axelle picked up another strawberry with his two pairs of fingers, putting it close to his face and looked at Momo with puppy eyes.

"Pwease. Twy one stwawbewwy. Pwease, pwease, pwease!" He spoke like he was freaking Tweety Bird.

Momo hung and shook her head, chuckling. "You're so cringe! I hate it but I also love it."

"Just get the fricking berry before I die of embarrassment here!" He half-grimaces and half-smiles, blushing as if he was about to die of cringeness.

"Fine. I'll eat one, I guess." She picked up the fruit from Axelle and takes a bite out of it. She hummed, "Mhm! It's not bad at all! I like it!"

The Brit picked up another strawberry from the pack, and then something clicked. He wondered, "I might feed it to her."

Momo looked at Axelle in confusion and jealousy. "Who's 'her'? Is she a woman, Axelle? Is she trying to hit on you?"

The Brit shook his head and chuckled. "Momo. Don't worry. 'She' isn't a human."

He then puts two fingers on his mouth, and then whistles. In a matter of seconds, the couple can hear thumping noises slowly getting a bit louder up from the second floor's hallway.

A black creature quickly emerged from the room from the second floor, its ears and nose twitching as it heard its master's whistle. She went down the stairs and into the living room. This cute creature is one of the biggest species of its kind, and it had black fur and long ears.

Momo gasped. "A rabbit! It's soooo cuteeee!"

The giant rabbit then hopped on to Axelle's lap.

"Hey, girl! Are you hungry? Who's the cutest rabbit? Yes, it is you!" He cooed whilst rubbing her fur, with the rabbit brushing her head into her master's stomach.

"She's so big! What breed of rabbit is this, darling?" Momo asked.

"Momo, meet Blazar. She's a Flemish Giant." Axelle says elatedly, caressing the fur of his beloved pet. "She weighs 18 pounds. She's so heavy, haha! But I love her so much!"

"Blazar? That's an epic name for a rabbit like her." Momo complimented, noticing the rabbit licking its own front feet.

He discusses the reasoning behind the name. "Yeah. I named her after that thing in space called an 'active galactic nucleus' or something like that, and blazars apparently belong to that kind. I barely have any knowledge about those types of stuff, just thought it would be cool to name her after it."

He then feeds a strawberry to Blazar as a treat. The doe nibbled on the fruit, leaving no speck or remnant behind, and even eating the leaves.

(doe = a female rabbit)

"Can I pet her?" Momo looked at the rabbit, then at Axelle.

The Brit nodded, allowing Momo to pet the big creature. Luckily, Flemish Giants enjoy interacting with people, so Momo was able to pet Blazar's soft head and fur.

"She's so fluffy. You take care of her really well." Momo gently let go of the rabbit, before the latter hopped off of Axelle's lap to sit in her little bed near the sofa.

"I really love that girl. She was my companion when I was in third year." Axelle explains. "Anyway, I should give a proper tour of my house."

"I would love that, darling. Please do show me what you have in store."

Axelle extended his hand out to his girlfriend and the latter eagerly accepted the gesture. The couple began to stroll around the house, with the Brit showcasing every space, nook and cranny that they can see around the property.

Firstly, he led Momo to the back of the house where the pool could be seen. It was incredible, especially that it is encased in an open space to see views of Seoul, but also protected with a ceiling in case it rains. There's even a couch a few meters beside the pool, if one just wants to look at the glistening water.

Axelle then led Momo to the kitchen on the second floor, which also functions as the dining area. Featuring wide windows and a big stove that has mechanical functions, activated with the push of a button, Axelle's kitchen provides a space where eventually, he could have a good time cooking with Momo or even just enjoying each other's company.

As they went through the other spaces and rooms, Momo took in the knowledge and insights she had gained from discovering her boyfriend's own little oasis. She was still fascinated with the structure and the features of everything that was displayed in front of her, but that fascination only amped up because she had Axelle beside her. His class and simplicity was something that she admired so much, and she wanted to make more memories with him in this place.

2:00 pm

At this hour, Momo and Axelle couldn't play the waiting game any longer, so they made out in the bedroom. Momo and Axelle's erotic noises filled the room, with their hands travelling around each other's bodies.

The Brit gently grazed his woman's lower lip, and the idol reciprocated it back, doing the same thing to him, and then eventually moving on to the actual kiss.

"Momo..."

"Axelle..."

The two of them continued kissing, then increasing the intensity of pleasure by cupping each other's cheeks while swirling their tongues. One of the things that made the pair continue with this act was their bodies becoming feverish. Though not scientifically proven to be an aphrodisiac, the aroma of lavender released by the diffuser lingering around the room, had combined with the other intoxicating air, which helped their love and lust grow even stronger.

Being the more dominant one yet again, Momo then pushes Axelle into the bed, making out with him on top for a few seconds more, until the idol removes her own top clothes, again, braless, like the last time. She reclined downward in order for the Brit to have closer access to her titties.

Once he does, he begins to suckle on one of them, whilst kneading the other, playing with the nipple. He did this alternatively.

"I love how you take care of my titties, darling." She moaned. "Please... play with them all you want..."

The Brit kept up with this act for a couple seconds, having been addicted to breasts, as it is his favorite body part from his darling. He then proceeds to flip himself over, orienting himself on top of her...

"Gotcha. My turn."

...and then leaning into her neck to kiss and lick it, whilst grabbing the back of her head.

"あら... You sneaky boy." Momo moaned yet again. "But I'm the one who is queen in your bed."

(あら ara = oh)

Following that, she flips herself on top of him, seemingly like a wrestling bear. Momo did not want to lose to a boy like Axelle, so to stop him from taking over this little session, the idol began to brush her tongue from his chest, making little stops by giving a peck, then doing the same process until she reached his nipple.

Axelle gasped, remembering how Momo played with his nipples that day on the roof terrace. "Shit, not again...!"

Momo was true to her thoughts, and she reached her fingers on the left nipple to rub it while playing with the other with her mouth.

"Dammit..." He blushed, hissing in pleasure. "Why are you always one step ahead of me. You're so bad, Momo..."

Momo continued to perform nipple play on Axelle. She didn't hesitate to reach for his erection as well, rubbing her delicate fingers over his boxers, her mouth still intact and playing with his right nipple.

A few seconds passed again and she pulled away from his nipple, turning his attention to his hard erection. The idol removed his shorts and underwear, throwing it on the floor. She bit her lip upon the sight of his cock, and then held the shaft before moaning out:

"Ffffuck... oh fuck, Axelle. I want your cock. I want it. Mine.  ALL MINE. "

She stuck her tongue out for a moment, producing a gob of dripping saliva to lubricate her man's cock. With the aforementioned body part now being wet with her spit, she began to stroke from the base then up the shaft, then repeat.

Momo kept eye contact with him as she shifted into the next step, licking the pre-cum off the tip as she continued to stroke the shaft. Axelle's tip was so sensitive that he could not help but cover his blushing face with his whole hand, which was deemed impossible to do.

"Momo! It's... Aghhh!!" He groaned. "Fuck, it's too sensitive! Momo, please!"

"Mhm. Keep on begging, boy. I'm going to suck you dry until I am satisfied."

Staying true to her thoughts once again, Momo tucked her hair behind her ear for a second before shoving her mouth into his cock, with the tongue settling on the underside of his shaft. She then began to move her head up and down, making slurping and moaning noises.

She would even cock her head sideways as she kept on bobbing her mouth up and down his cock, and not only were there slurping and moaning noises, but she also gagged in order for the saliva to ooze out. She then repeats the same process, unashamedly swallowing the whole of his length, still locking eyes with her darling.

"Momo... please." Axelle moaned.

She pulled away to relax her throat for a bit, and kept on stroking his cock hastily. "Have you been taking cigarettes again, Axelle? Be honest with me."

"No... I haven't. Since the first day you sucked me off."

Momo giggled. "ベリ ベリ グッド! You're such a good boy∼ Now I can get to taste your sweet, sweet cum. Let it out for me, now."

(ベリ ベリ グッド! = Very very good! In katakana)

"Woman, it's not that easy to bust a nut..." He closed his eyes and scrunched his face as he still felt Momo's hand stroking his cock.

"Then I'll keep on blowing you until you fucking cum for me."

She pulled her mouth out of him as she thought for herself, whilst her hand stayed intact and stroked the skin of his penis.

"So he isn't cumming for me, huh? This boy has great endurance indeed. Maybe if I take it a bit farther... he might. Hehehe. I should make him fuck me. I want to feel him inside of me. I will show my darling that I can make him mine."

The idol turned back to Axelle, letting go of his cock. "Hey. Do you have condoms?" She asked suggestively. 

"Wait a minute. Don't tell me we're going to—"

She put a finger on his lips. "Yes. We are going. To do. IT. If you cannot cum through my blowjob, then I'll order you to fuck me."

She leaned forward again for a sloppy kiss that lasted a couple of seconds, with Axelle even savoring the taste of his own cock from Momo's mouth. She then pulled away from the kiss slowly, leaving a string of saliva hanging on to both of their tongues.

"Now, boy. Get yourself a condom. It's time."

"Okay..." 

Following his girlfriend's command, with a thumping heart, Axelle then crawls on the bed reaching for the drawer beside it, pulling out a condom. Momo chuckled once more, because of the flavor.

"You really do have an obsession for strawberries. You're so cute, darling." Momo bit her fingernail, admiring her boyfriend with alluring eyes. "Let me help you with that."

The idol grabbed the condom away from him and tore the wrapper open with her teeth. She places the tip of the thing onto the head of Axelle's penis, and then unrolls it down the shaft all the way to the base. Now, the Brit's organ is all wrapped in this crimson-coloured, flavored rubber, which made Momo so excited, considering that she was eager to fuck her boyfriend in his very own bed, in his very own house.

After removing every piece of fabric in her upper body, yet again, she took the lead, pushing her boyfriend down the bed, as she began to go on top of his waist while holding his cock, rubbing the tip against her clit. Both Momo and Axelle let out hot, erotic breaths as the former did her act.

"Fair warning... this is my first time, Momo. but shouldn't I go on top of you instead?" Axelle asked, tilting his head sideways.

"No. For now, I will go on top of you. I will make you fuck me so hard, my little Axelle." She declared, a woman true to her word. "Again, I will make you mine. ALL MINE."

Using the swollen head of his wrapped-in-rubber cock, Momo finds the opening of her pussy, which was already dripping wet. Once she did, she moved her own body downwards his waist, feeling her walls being stretched by her darling's length.

"Aaahhh! Ohhhh! Unhhhhh! Ahhhhahhh!" Momo began to groan, her body trembling in intense ecstasy. "Fuck! It's so fucking big, Axelle! Yessss... I want this..."

"Guhhhhn... Ahhhhh! Nnnnhhh!" Axelle groaned out as well.

Momo has successfully inserted herself on Axelle. Hissing, huffing and puffing, she smilingly bit her lip, looking at her man's drunk, twitching eyes. "You're feeling it now aren't you...?" Momo chuckled. "I'm glad to be your first time, Axie∼ Thank you for the golden opportunity, darling. I can finally, FINALLY get you to fuck me REAL hard..."

The main event begins, as Momo bounces up and down on his cock, feeling the whole of its length inside her. Her juicy boobs were jiggling, the face was already red, and almost about to drip with sweat. She also closed her eyes, opening it but with the little disadvantage of them twitching because of the intense pleasure she felt. However, all of this mattered in the end. She wanted to fuck Axelle and make that mark on him. To make him stay. To make him hers.

If there was one thing that each of them took away from each other, it was their own modesty and chastity. Momo already had prior experience, because she had been touching herself way before she met Axelle, but then again, she is still getting used to an actual penis.

Axelle was also feeling his girlfriend's dominance over him as she continued to bounce up and down, hearing her mewl. With having lesser work to do in this position, he just stayed intact, lying down on the bed, all while scrunching his face, letting out huffs from his dry lips.

After a while, he noticed Momo getting a bit tired from all the bouncing considering that she put all of her weight on her bent knees. "Momo, hold still. Let me..."

As if his instinct was telling him a message, he slowly thrusted on her up and down, moving his waist while Momo was still assuming the squat position. He vocalized grunts and breaths, putting all of his weight on his hips in order for him to give Momo the proper sexual treatment that she deserves.

"Axelle." She muttered in a much cuter voice. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Axelle, please."

The couple assumed this position for a couple of minutes more, alternately doing the work in order for them to enjoy their sex, and slowly building it up, especially in the case of Axelle where he does the thrusting much faster.

They haven't even orgasmed yet. Of course, they want to enjoy the sex much longer. The Brit felt that he wanted Momo to rest, so he flipped her over on the bed to make her lie on her back, with him now assuming the top position. Her legs are placed beside Axelle's shins.

"Now would you let me do the work?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, smirking.

She sighed, grinning. "Fine. I'll allow it. Take care of me well, my darling."

The Brit guided his condom-wrapped cock into the idol's clit, rubbing the head against it teasingly. Momo moaned and breathed heavily in response to this act, but it only got louder... as he inserted his organ into her hole.

But to be certain that Axelle is actually engaged in this activity, before he begins thrusting her, Momo asked him, "Wait, Axelle. Before anything else... Are you enjoying this?"

He reclined forward, remaining in his current position. "I don't mean to be poetic, but you tempted me into this first. I can't back down on this anymore, nor do I wish to do so." Axelle declared. "If this means making me yours, then so be it. I gladly and officially welcome everything, your desires and fears, your wants and your needs. And I also wish to become yours. For keeps."

His declaration of love made Momo's heart swell with affection. She couldn't move at the moment because his penis is still inside her and not thrusting yet. However, his words made her cherish this serenely intimate moment with him, realizing and hoping that their bond will grow much stronger, not by the sex alone, but by the way he uses his words and gives her that assurance.

"Thank you so much, Axelle. It means so much to me, you know that?" Momo chuckled. "Now you can go ahead and... fuck me all you want."

He proceeded with the other part of the main event, pulling his cock out and then pushing it again inside her, pleasuring his girlfriend intensely. Momo let out moans, occasionally biting her lip because the arousal was overwhelming her whole body and mind. Axelle closed one eye, and then leaned into her neck to press his lips and tongue against her skin, heightening the pleasure.

From their regular position, Momo wraps her leg around Axelle's back, allowing the latter to deepen the penetration. Their skins are now much closer, an electric feeling surging through each of them as the Brit continues to buck his penis inside his idol girlfriend.

He then gives a sloppy kiss, twirling his tongue against hers, all while making whining sounds, which lasted for a few seconds before pulling away. Axelle's dry lips have become wet with the combined mixture of his and Momo's spit, which he eventually licked off.

To keep the sex more enjoyable, Momo switches back to being the top, straddling on top of her man, resting her knees on the bed, facing Axelle, who is lying on his back again with his knees bent a little. The idol leaned forward a bit, allowing them to have more skinship:

Their bodies resting against each other, Momo wrapping her arms around his neck, and Axelle grabbing her firm, kneadable ass.

With that, Momo begins to grind her hips on top of Axelle's pelvis. His hands were massaging her bouncing ass as well.

He would then later buck his condom-covered cock up her pussy, while Momo remained in her top position, just like last time.

"Fuck, Axelle, you're so good at this already!" Momo huffed, her hot and erratic breath being felt by the Brit's face.

"It seems..." The Brit hissed. "I'm close. So close, darling...! I-I'm about to cum, Momo!"

"Hold it in for me, baby!" She nibbled on his lower lip before saying, "I'm about to cum too! Let's cum together, my darling!"

The Brit and the idol kept on fucking, whilst kissing sloppily, which muffled their noises of arousal. Axelle did not stop pounding Momo, using the strength of his hips, and he isn't planning to...

...until a few moments later, finally, the couple reached cloud nine. Momo let out a satisfying, erotic groan as she clung on to Axelle, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she felt the intense high jolting throughout every corner of her skin.

A grunt came out of the Brit's mouth as he exploded, feeling the same electric feeling as his girlfriend. Every drop of semen filled up the tip of his condom, which made the man clench his eyes, and his blush reddening deeper.

Following the orgasm, Axelle affectionately interlocked Momo's hand with his and kissed her softly, in contrast to the previous sloppy kisses. Love and care permeated every aspect of it.

It was something more fervent.

More passionate.

Something deeper than even mere lust cannot suffice.

An hour has passed. The afternoon sun rays passed through the windows of Axelle's bedroom. The couple took a bath after exerting all that movement, and afterward, bringing out the Valentine's gifts that Momo gave to her darling two hours earlier.

The woman, who was wearing a bathrobe, sat on her man's lap on the edge of the bed. His arm wrapped around her waist, holding the strawberry plushie in one hand, while on the other, a Nutella-dipped strawberry that he offered with sensuality. As an accompaniment to the fruits, there is also a side of Nutella and a dollop of fluffy whipped cream.

"Try this one. It has Nutella on." Axelle says. Momo then opens her mouth, chewing on the chocolate spread-infused strawberry.

"Mmm! It is good, eh?" After swallowing, Momo gives a little peck on Axelle's lips, to which the latter responded with a soft smile.

"You're cute when you eat strawberries." He feeds himself a strawberry dipped in whipped cream.

"Shut up, boy. It's you who's cuter." Momo retorted.

"No, you!"

"Nah-ah! You!"

Axelle playfully stuck his tongue out at Momo, a cringey but also somewhat cute response to her insistence. In return, the idol raised her clenched fist in a threateningly cute manner.

In the end, their little argument/banter on who is cuter would cease for a while, continuing their own little moment of feeding each other some strawberries and the Kitkats on the edge of the bed. 

"Hey, Momo."

"Mhm?"

"Thank you." Axelle smiled.

"For what, Axelle?" Momo caressed his cheek.

"For being here, darling. Aside from the gifts of course." He nestled his head on her shoulder, giving pecks on her cheek. "I actually thought you wouldn't be coming today for Valentine's."

"I was almost about to give up on these gifts because I didn't know where your house was." Momo answered honestly. "I'm glad you spotted me back at the bank. I guess fate really brings us together in such circumstances where we don't expect it."

"You still should've told me you were coming, though!"

"Axelle, it was a surprise! I mean, that's the point, right? Not telling you at all?" Momo softly rebuts. "But then again, I didn't even know where you live. That was my mistake..."

He took hold of her chin, making her face him and then planted another peck. "You know what? How about let's not argue about that? What's important is that you're here and we are spending our Valentine's together."

"You know what, too?" She lightly taps his cheek. "I definitely agree with that. I have no schedule for later until tomorrow, so I could be able to do this..."

The idol stood up and then pushed Axelle into the bed, mischievously smiling. She then leaned down into his neck to suck and nibble on its skin. A gasp escaped from the Brit's lips, not expecting this gesture. He indeed felt a faint pain, which is not even as painful as a bee sting, but wasn't planning to stop Momo. Weirdly enough, he liked how the idol was grazing and sucking on the skin fervently, given that Momo was indirectly marking her territory.

After a few seconds, Momo drew her teeth and lips away, , leaving a love bite on his neck. He gently touched it with his fingers, locking eyes with his girlfriend.

"You're mine."

Axelle chuckled. "You don't have to say it all the time, Momo."

She looked at him with her signature big, beautiful eyes with a hint of darkness, declaring, "I'll say it even a hundred times if it means I get to have you for myself."

The young man didn't even have to speak further to even say anything about her declaration of love. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Momo's waist, closing his eyes to feel the admiration and boldness that she possesses. Not once, he had met someone like her. Someone that isn't afraid to be her true self around her darling. This was a wholesome moment for the both of them, and Axelle hoped that, some day, some month, some year...

He will get to feel more of Momo's love.

"Happy Valentine, Momo."

"Happy Valentine, Axelle."

5:00 pm

Incheon Int'l Airport

"여행객 여러분, 인천국제공항을 선택해 주셔서 감사합니다. 안전여행 하시고 한국에서 즐거운 시간 보내시기 바랍니다. 앞으로도 다시 서비스를 제공할 수 있기를 기대합니다."

("Dear travelers, thank you for choosing Incheon International Airport. We wish you safe travels and enjoy your time in South Korea. We look forward to serving you again in the future.")

Incheon International Airport. Since Seoul, the capital city, does not have an established airport, planes take off and land here. Reports from around the globe have stated that it is one the best airports in the world, considering their quality services, welcoming air crew and advanced accommodations and facilities.

It is currently packed with travelers and visitors to and fro Korea, and beyond the world. Everyone wanted to see the country, its culture, the sights and the great food that it had to offer.

A certain man had just claimed his baggage and is about to leave the airport, having taken an 11-hour flight from the United Kingdom. He was actually born and raised here, and was happy to be back in his home country. But besides that... he is here for an important mission.

"Ahhh..." He breathed in and out, feeling the fresh Korean air. "I'm back, 한국. Sadly, I'm on a very important mission for today. Vacations can wait."

(한국 Hangug/Hanguk = Korea)

From his coat, he takes out what seems to be a very important file, a crucial item for this task. He then begins to speak for himself, as he walks out the door of the airport.

"The flights from Heathrow had to be cancelled, so I was delayed for 28 days, goddammit. Now that I'm here... I can do the task that that Filipino 아줌마 entrusted me to do. By the way... She's super hot. And super dangerous."

(아줌마 ajumma = middle-aged woman)

He then unfolds the file that had a picture attached on the upper left corner.

"Now, she trusts me to take care of her 22-year-old son... Lucky she isn't here to reprimand me again. Why do I have to take care of an adult? What is he, a child?"

He sighed, now focusing on that picture.

"Though, I'm intrigued to see this lad. He interests me. This guy..."

"Axelle Hutchison."

TO BE CONTINUED

[kyunghwannie]

Entangled In A Dance Of Love (Part-2: Confirmation of Love and Heartbreak) [18+]

Ft. TWICE's Hirai Momo, Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader

Genre: Romance and Love Tension- mostly, Smut-15%? (Only with Momo..yet), Love Triangle

Tags: Anal, Titjob, Breeding, Dom!Momo, Roughness(?), Face-fucking, subtle degradation and praise

Description: Well, Why is Momo so hard on you? Who knows what's gotten into her after Sana joined the game.. But you can't deny that there's going to be some confrontation or confirmation but surely a heart break as well.

(This is my first ever smut I've ever written, iam generally a shy person so i tried my best on the smut. Iam still learning on how to write it with good depiction. So bare with me for now)

Stream MISAMO "Haute Couture" album!

Two Months Later -

Time had slipped through your fingers like sand.

Somewhere between the grueling practices, the unrelenting training schedules, and the ever-present pressure of living up to your title as JYP's ace trainee, the days had blurred into weeks.

And now, two months later, you were here-late 2023, sitting in your dorm room after yet another brutal dance session with Momo.

You barely had the energy to lift your arms, much less process how much had changed in such a short span of time.

Momo's training had been ruthless.

She pushed you to your limits-and then past them.

At first, it had been purely professional, her guidance sharp, her expectations high.

But as the weeks passed... something shifted.

It wasn't just about polishing your dance skills anymore.

There was an undercurrent, a silent tension that neither of you addressed but both of you felt.

The way her gaze would linger a fraction longer than necessary.

The way her voice softened-just slightly-when she corrected you.

The way she seemed... almost possessive when others brought up your name.

And then there was Sana.

You weren't stupid.

You had noticed the way she had inserted herself into your life.

Unlike Momo, Sana didn't push you until you collapsed.

She didn't demand perfection.

Instead, she snuck into your world like a warm breeze-effortless, natural, dangerously comfortable.

She'd drop by unannounced with snacks, casually throwing her arm around your shoulder as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

She'd tease you, flirt just enough to keep you on edge, but never enough to make it clear what she truly wanted.

And the worst part?

You didn't know what to do about it.

Momo was your mentor.

Sana was your sunbae.

And you? You were just a trainee-caught in the crossfire between two of TWICE's most unpredictable women.

Leaning back on your dorm bed, you let out a long sigh, staring up at the ceiling.

This was getting dangerous.

But the question was...

Dangerous for whom?

---

You exhaled, staring at the ceiling, letting your body sink into the mattress. Every muscle in your body protested in soreness, a dull ache settling deep into your bones from the past two months of non-stop training.

And just when you thought you could have at least one evening to breathe...

Your phone vibrated.

You barely had the strength to lift it, but curiosity won over exhaustion-a mistake you instantly regretted.

[JYP Training Schedule]

Dance Training (Mentor: Momo) - Last Session of the Day: 6:30 PM

Your fingers went limp, the phone slipping from your grasp, landing on your stomach with a soft thud.

Y/N: "No... no, please... Not today... Not her... Not again..."

You could feel tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

The kind born from pure, existential suffering.

It wasn't just dance training.

It was training with Momo.

Two hours-minimum-of relentless footwork, brutal conditioning, and the suffocating feeling of her sharp gaze analyzing every single one of your movements.

You could already hear her voice echoing in your head-

"Again."

"That was sloppy, Y/N."

"Are you giving up already? I thought you were the ace."

Y/N: "I just... I just wanted a moment to exist..."

You turned your head to stare at the clock. 4:12 PM.

Two hours and eighteen minutes until your inevitable demise.

Your stomach twisted, knowing exactly how the evening would go.

Momo wouldn't go easy on you.

Not even a little.

And worse? She'd be in one of her "moods."

Ever since Sana had inserted herself into your life, Momo had been different. She masked it well-still the same strict mentor, the same composed sunbae-but you weren't an idiot.

She was being pushy, more intense than usual, as if trying to stamp out any external influences-especially a certain Minatozaki Sana.

And that meant hell for you.

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

Maybe if you faked death, you could get out of it.

...No, Momo would probably still drag your lifeless body onto the dance floor.

You stared at the ceiling, lips trembling, tears welling up as a dramatic sense of despair settled deep in your soul.

Y/N: "Why... why must I suffer like this?"

You turned to your side, clutching your pillow like it held the answers to life's greatest mysteries.

Y/N: "I was just an innocent ONCE... a devoted fan... a humble admirer of my sunbaenims..."

A single tear rolled down your cheek as you sniffled dramatically.

Y/N: "I used to be the one watching their performances from behind my laptop screen, replaying their dance practice videos like a student of the arts... And now... now I am the victim of one of them..."

You turned onto your back again, eyes glossed over as you remembered the first time you saw Momo dance. The way she owned the stage, her movements effortless yet deadly, as if she were born to command the rhythm itself.

Y/N: "I admired her... I loved her work... I treated her like a goddess..."

You sat up suddenly, gripping your blanket in sheer betrayal.

Y/N: "So why is she the reason I collapse after every session like a shrimp?!"

You had never doubted your love for TWICE before.

But after two months of merciless training under Hirai Momo...

...you were starting to question if this was what ONCEs were meant to suffer.

Y/N: "I just wanted to support my idols... not be tortured by one..."

The irony wasn't lost on you.

You had spent years as a dedicated fan, hyping them up, watching their performances in awe, admiring their talent.

Now?

Now you were personally experiencing that talent in the most agonizing way possible.

And yet...

Your stomach sank as you realized something even worse.

Even though Momo put you through hell every session...

...you never once considered giving up.

Not because you had to.

But because you still admired her.

Y/N: "Damn it..."

You rolled onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow with a muffled, frustrated scream.

You sat up instantly, heart pounding in your chest as an existential dread settled in.

Y/N: "No... no, no, no, no, no!"

Your hands clutched your head as your brain spiraled into a worst-case scenario. Momo wouldn't do that to me, right?

She wouldn't... she wouldn't make me do that again.

Not "Set Me Free.".

The hell that was TWICE's powerhouse anthem, a song that burned every fiber of your being every time you danced it.

A song that drained the very soul from your body.

A song that, at this point, you had danced so many times under Momo's supervision that even hearing the intro sent a traumatic jolt down your spine.

And yet... what if she made you do it again?

Your breath hitched.

No. No. NO.

Your hands clawed at your blanket as a flashback hit you like a freight train.

- Two weeks ago. -

Momo stood before you, arms crossed, lips curling into a satisfied smirk as you gasped for air, drenched in sweat, kneeling on the hardwood floor of the practice room.

Momo: "Again."

Your soul left your body.

Y/N: "Sunbaenim... I... I can't..."

Your arms trembled as you barely held yourself up, your body on the verge of collapse after dancing Set Me Free five times in a row without a single long break.

Momo tilted her head, raising a brow.

Momo: "Oh? But weren't you the 'Ace Trainee'? The one who can do everything?"

Y/N: "I can... but I also want to live..."

Momo hummed, crouching before you, her sharp gaze locking onto yours.

Momo: "Then prove it."

She reached for the speaker, finger hovering over the play button, and in that moment, you swore you saw your life flash before your eyes.

- Now. -

You shot up from your bed, panting.

Y/N: "SHE WOULDN'T DARE!"

...

...would she?

You grabbed your phone, scrolling to your messages, desperately searching for something-anything-that would confirm today's training agenda.

Nothing.

Y/N: "No. No, no, no, no, no-"

You shoved your blanket off, scrambling out of bed like your life depended on it.

You had to mentally prepare.

If Momo wasn't planning to make you dance Set Me Free tonight, then fine.

But if she was...

You needed to have your will written.

You stepped into the practice room, shoulders still tense from your earlier panic attack over Set Me Free.

The air was still, the mirrored walls reflecting your nervous figure as you set down your bag.

Your legs still felt wobbly, the trauma from past training sessions etched into your muscles, but you tried to shake it off.

Y/N: "Alright... maybe today won't be that bad..."

A loud thud made you flinch.

The door swung open.

Hirai Momo had entered the chat.

And she looked pissed.

You froze, watching as she walked in, a storm brewing in her dark eyes. Her lips were pressed tight, jaw set, and if looks could kill-

Well, you would have been dead before you could even breathe.

Your soul left your body.

You hadn't even done anything wrong today!

...Had you?

Momo dropped her bag, cracking her neck as she eyed you like a predator sizing up its prey.

Momo: "We're doing variations today."

Her voice was calm. Too calm.

That was not a good sign.

Y/N: "V-Variations?"

Momo: "Mhm."

She stepped closer, rolling her shoulders.

Momo: "I want to see how fast you can adapt to different styles of choreography. So we'll be doing various TWICE songs."

...Huh?

Your stomach sank.

Y/N: "Wait, wait, wait. Why only TWICE songs?"

Momo's sharp gaze flickered toward you.

Momo: "What? You have a problem?"

Y/N: "N-No! But- mean, can't we add some boy group songs too? Maybe something with less-"

Momo: "No."

Your words died in your throat.

Momo crossed her arms, her expression unwavering.

Momo: "You think TWICE choreographies aren't intense enough?"

You went silent.

Y/N: "I... I never said that-"

Momo: "Good. Because I'd shut you up either way."

Your soul fled to another dimension.

Y/N: "...I see."

There was no escape.

---

Your chest heaved, lungs aching as you gasped for breath.

Y/N: "Haaah-haaah-hrrgh-"

Your body shook from the exhaustion, sweat dripping from your chin as you leaned forward, bracing yourself on your thighs.

But even then-it wasn't enough.

Your body was starved of oxygen.

Your mouth parted wide, sucking in deep gulps of air, but it felt like you were drowning on land.

Your vision blurred for a second, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you were going to pass out.

Momo: "...Y/N."

Her voice was calm, but you barely registered it over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You slumped forward, catching yourself on your hands, palms pressing against the cold floor.

Oxygen.

You needed more oxygen.

Now.

Your mouth hung open as you desperately sucked in air, but it still felt like you were being strangled.

Momo sighed, stepping closer.

Momo: "You're hyperventilating, idiot."

You barely heard her as your mind frantically tried to regulate itself.

Then-suddenly-

A hand grabbed the back of your shirt, yanking you up.

Before you could react, something cold was pressed against your lips.

Momo: "Drink."

Your fingers trembled as you took the bottle from her hand, water spilling down your chin as you took huge, greedy gulps.

Your breathing finally began to slow, the rush of air into your lungs less suffocating.

Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering closed as the cold liquid cooled your burning throat.

A few more minutes passed before Momo sighed, her arms crossing.

Momo: "Pathetic. I thought you had more stamina than this."

Her words stung-but you were too tired to respond.

Your entire body felt like it was made of lead.

Your arms trembled as you weakly pushed yourself up from the floor, still breathing heavily, your vision slightly swimming from the sheer exhaustion.

Momo had already grabbed her things, a towel draped over her neck, as she headed toward the door.

You didn't even know why-but something inside you twisted painfully.

Even though your body screamed for you to stay still-

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse and breathless.

Y/N: "...Momo-sunbaenim."

She froze mid-step.

You didn't even see her reaction-you were too busy staring at the floor.

Y/N: "...I'm sorry."

Your fingers curled into your sweat-soaked shirt.

Y/N: "I-If I disappointed you today... I-"

You sucked in a shaky breath, still not daring to look at her.

Y/N: "I really... tried my best."

A long silence filled the room.

Momo stood motionless, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

Then-without a single word-

She turned and walked away.

The door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty practice room.

You barely had the energy to react.

You just slumped back down on the floor, your head resting against the cold wall.

Her grip on her bag tightened, her jaw clenching as a sharp wave of guilt slammed into her chest.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Why did she push you so hard?

And why-when she heard you apologize so sincerely, with so much raw emotion in your exhausted voice-

Did she feel like the worst person alive?

Momo: "...I'm such an idiot."

Her eyes shut tight, frustration bubbling inside her.

Momo: "Why am I being so immature?"

This wasn't what she wanted.

She had plans. She had reasons.

But today, she let her emotions take control.

And now, you-had apologized to her, even when she was the one being irrational.

She exhaled harshly, gripping the strap of her bag before walking away-

But the guilt lingered, crawling under her skin like a heavy weight that she couldn't shake off.

A Month Later - Under Her Control

The past month had been... strange.

At first, Momo was just your strict but talented mentor-pushing you past your limits, making sure your dance flowed, your rhythm synchronized, your every step sharp yet fluid.

But somewhere along the way-she started worming her way into your daily life.

At first, it was small things.

Like handing you a water bottle before you could reach for one yourself. Or grabbing a towel and tossing it at you before you even realized you were sweating buckets.

Then it escalated.

Momo: "Y/N, you're eating way too much junk. I'm sending you a proper meal plan."

And the next day-boom.

Your phone buzzed, a detailed meal plan from her sitting in your messages.

And because you were a good student, you followed it.

Then it became clothes.

Momo: "Y/N, are you seriously wearing that?"

You looked down at your black hoodie and sweats. What was wrong with it?

Momo: "You look like a sleepy high schooler. Hold on."

The next thing you knew, she dragged you to a department store, making you try on outfits that-frankly-you never would've picked yourself.

And because you were too tired to argue, you let her pick.

Soon-she wasn't just your mentor.

She was your meal planner.

Your stylist.

Your supervisor.

And somehow-you let it happen.

Not because she forced you.

But because... you were getting used to it.

Hell-was she even controlling you?

Or were you just stupidly obedient?

You had no clue.

But right now-you sat in the practice room, sipping on the protein shake that Momo had forced upon you, staring at yourself in the mirror.

Y/N: "...What the hell happened to me?"

Your hair was neatly styled. Your outfit? Approved by Momo.

Your meals? Decided by Momo.

Your training schedule? Dictated by Momo.

Y/N: "...Am I even my own person anymore?"

The door suddenly swung open, and you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Momo: "Alright, dummy. Time to start."

You sighed, finishing off your drink.

This was your life now.

And you let it happen.

At first, it was just a mentor-student relationship.

Momo was my dance coach. A sunbaenim I admired. A K-pop legend whose movements were so sharp yet fluid that even idols envied her.

But now?

She had become something far more than that.

Something deeper.

Something I couldn't even describe.

I didn't even realize how much she had wormed her way into my life until I looked back and saw just how deeply entangled I was in her presence.

At first, she was just strict and demanding.

But then she started staying back after practice, watching over me as I cooled down, asking if I was eating well, correcting my posture even outside dance.

Then she started sending me good morning texts.

Then reminders to eat on time.

Then checking in on me whenever I got too silent.

Then one day-when I was just sitting in the practice room, drained and lost in my own thoughts-she just sat down next to me and sighed.

Not as Momo the Mentor.

But as Momo the Person.

Momo: "Y/N... you okay?"

I didn't even know how to answer that.

Because truthfully?

I didn't know how I was feeling anymore.

My whole life had been practice, training, expectations, and the relentless pursuit of being good enough.

And somehow, Momo became the only person I could talk to about it.

She didn't push. She didn't force words out of me.

She just sat there-waiting.

And before I even realized, I was confiding in her more than I had ever confided in anyone.

I told her about the pressure, about the expectations, about the nights where I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever be enough.

And she just listened.

Really listened.

And when I was done, she just patted my head and said-

Momo: "You're too hard on yourself."

It was such a simple statement.

But for some reason, it almost made me tear up.

Because for the first time in my entire career-someone wasn't demanding more from me.

She just... saw me.

And that was when I realized-

Momo wasn't just gaining control over my training.

She was gaining control over me.

My habits. My daily routine. My emotions.

And I-being the obedient fool that I was-just let it happen.

Months of Momo slowly taking control of my life.

Months of her presence growing larger, more influential-until she wasn't just my mentor anymore. She was my constant.

She picked my meals.

She picked my clothes.

She picked when I rested-because without her, I wouldn't.

And yet, I never once complained.

Because despite how strict she was, despite how much control she had over me... I trusted her.

She took care of me. She understood me. She was the only person I could confide in.

And that's why-when Sana started spending more time around me-I didn't think much of it.

She was a sunbae too.

She was warm, kind, playful.

She made the long, tiring training days feel lighter.

But what I didn't realize... was that Momo noticed.

And she did not like it.

---

It happened late at night.

I was still in the practice room, running through choreography alone. Sweat dripped from my temple as I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my stance firm despite my exhausted legs.

Then-the door swung open.

And there she was.

Hirai Momo.

Her expression was unreadable.

Her gaze was piercing.

Her stance-too relaxed, too controlled-like a beast preparing to pounce.

Y/N: "Momo...?"

She didn't answer.

She just closed the door behind her and walked forward-slow, deliberate, almost predatory.

I instinctively stepped back.

Why... did she look so intense?

Why did she look like she was about to do something irreversible?

Then, her voice cut through the thick air.

Momo: "You've been spending a lot of time with Sana lately."

I blinked.

That's what this was about?

Y/N: "Oh... yeah. She just-"

Momo: "Why?"

Her voice was sharp.

It wasn't curious.

It was demanding.

I swallowed, suddenly feeling like a cornered prey.

Y/N: "She... checks in on me sometimes. We talk. She's nice-"

Momo: "And I'm not?"

That made me freeze.

Y/N: "What? No, I didn't mean-"

Momo: "Then why do you need her?"

She took another step forward.

I stepped back.

But my back hit the mirror.

Now I had nowhere to go.

I had never seen Momo like this before.

Her eyes weren't just sharp.

They were burning.

Not with anger.

Not with irritation.

But with something deeper.

Something that made my breath hitch.

And before I could even process it-

She placed her hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

I inhaled sharply.

Y/N: "Momo, wh-"

Momo: "Look at me."

I did.

And in that moment-I understood.

This wasn't about Sana.

This wasn't about me spending time with another sunbae.

This was about her.

Her claim.

Her possession.

Her dominance.

And I-the fool who had let her take control of my life-hadn't even realized what was happening until now.

Then she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Momo: "You're mine, Y/N."

My breath hitched.

Her hand brushed against my jaw-light, teasing, but enough to send a shiver down my spine.

She was close.

Too close.

Her scent surrounded me-vanilla, sweat, and something uniquely Momo.

My heartbeat was erratic.

My knees felt weak.

I was trapped.

Not just by her presence, but by her aura.

By the sheer power she exuded.

Then-her fingers ghosted over my collarbone.

Slow.

Deliberate.

I just stood there-helpless beneath her gaze.

And she smirked.

A small, knowing, dangerous smirk.

Momo: "You're such a good boy, Y/N."

Her voice was low, sultry, laced with amusement.

She was toying with me.

And she knew I wouldn't stop her.

Then she tilted her head, brushing her lips dangerously close to my ear.

Momo: "I won't let you go."

I could feel the heat radiating from her-too close, too overwhelming.

Her fingers traced the collar of my shirt, barely touching my skin but leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I swallowed hard.

Y/N: "Momo..."

My voice came out weaker than I intended.

She smirked.

Her hand moved lower, teasing the fabric near my chest, barely grazing my collarbone.

I felt my breathing hitch.

This wasn't playful Momo.

This wasn't strict mentor Momo.

This was something else entirely.

She loved that.

Her lips brushed against my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

Momo: "What is it, Y/N?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my fists clenching at my sides.

I needed to get a grip.

But then-she tilted my chin up.

Forcing me to meet her eyes.

Dark. Intense. Possessive.

My breath caught in my throat.

I could see it.

Desire.

Not just lust.

Something deeper.

Something that had been building for months.

Then-her lips curled into a smirk as her thumb brushed against my bottom lip.

Momo: "You let me control everything, Y/N."

I needed to breathe.

I shuddered.

Momo: "Your food."

Her other hand trailed down my side-slow, teasing.

Momo: "Your clothes."

My pulse spiked.

Momo: "Your training."

Then she leaned in, her lips barely an inch from mine.

Momo: "So why not this too?"

My mind went blank.

I felt her fingers slide under the hem of my shirt-just barely, just enough to test me.

To see if I would stop her.

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

Because the truth was...

I didn't want to.

And she knew it.

Her smirk deepened.

Her nails lightly dragged against my stomach, making me tense.

Then-she finally closed the gap.

Not a kiss.

But a whisper.

Right against my lips.

Momo: "Tell me to stop."

I couldn't.

I didn't.

Because at that moment...

I wasn't sure if I even wanted her to.

---

(A/N: Bare with my smut scene. Iam still learning to write beautifully and shy shy shy person hehe)

The dance studio is quiet now, the mirrors fogged with the ghost of your sweat-drenched rehearsals, the floor still vibrating with the memory of Momo’s sharp critiques. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, her gray tank top clinging to the curves of her perky breasts, damp from hours of drilling you. Her eyes—normally playful, even when she’s yelling—glow with something darker, hungrier. You’ve seen her like this before, but not like this. Not with her teeth digging into her full lower lip, not with her legs shifting restlessly under those high-waisted leggings that cup her plump ass like a second skin.

Momo: voice low, her Japanese accent thickening with tension “You… and Sana. You laugh with her. Let her touch you. Fix your hair. Her hands clench into fists at her sides. Why do you let her get so close, Y/N? Hmm?” 

Your throat goes dry. You’ve spent months memorizing the way Momo’s hips pop during choreography, how her toned stomach flexes when she demonstrates a move, how her perfect, pillowy lips purse when you’re not giving 200%. But this? This is new. Her jealousy coils in the air like smoke, mingling with the musk of your exhaustion.

Y/N: “Momo…Sana-sunbaenim and i aren’t close in that way...

Her pupils blow wide. In one fluid motion, she’s on you—hands fisting your shirt, slamming you against the mirror. The glass chills your back as her nails scrape down your chest, her knee wedging between your thighs, pressing greedily against your hardening bulge. Her breath hitches, warm and sweet against your neck.

Momo: growling, lips brushing your earlobe “Prove it.” 

Her tongue is in your mouth before you can blink—hungry, demanding, tasting like coconut water and mint. You groan, hands sliding down to knead the supple swell of her ass, squeezing until she whimpers. She breaks the kiss, panting, and yanks her tank top over her head, revealing pert, pink-tipped tits that bounce lightly as she shoves you to the floor. You land with a grunt, staring up as she peels her leggings down mile-long legs, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong soaked through at the center

Momo climbs over you, her pussy hovering inches from your face

Momo: “You want to worship me, Y/N? Start here.” 

You don’t hesitate. Gripping her hips, you drag her down onto your tongue, lapping at her slick folds. She moars—a high, broken sound—as you suck her clit, your nose buried in her pelvic bone. Her thighs tremble, her hands fisting your hair as she grinds against your mouth, juices dripping down your chin.

Momo: voice shaking “F-fuck, just like that! God, your tongue—ahn!—should’ve shoved my panties in your mouth weeks ago…” 

You flip her suddenly, pinning her beneath you. Her tits jiggle as her back hits the floor, nipples pebbled and begging for your mouth. You oblige, sucking one while your hand snakes between her legs, two fingers plunging into her sopping cunt.

Y/N: muffled against her breast “You’re the only one I want, Momo. Only you.” 

She arches, crying out as your thumb circles her clit. Her hips buck, fucking herself on your fingers, those dancer’s legs hooking around your waist to pull you closer. 

Momo: “I need your cock. Now. Don’t care if it’s my pussy or my ass—just fuck me!” 

You flip her onto her stomach, spanking her round ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She gasps, spreading her legs shamelessly, her tight little asshole winking at you. You spit into your palm, slicking your dick—throbbing, leaking pre-cum—before pressing the fat head against her puckered entrance.

Y/N:  “This what you want, Momo? You want me to ruin this perfect ass?” 

Momo: face mashed into the floor, voice garbled but fierce “Fucking break me, Y/N—nngh!” 

You slam home in one brutal thrust. She screams, her walls clenching like a vise around you, but you don’t stop. Can’t stop. Her ass swallows you whole, every snap of your hips earning a ragged moan as her tits sway beneath her, nipples scraping the floor. She reaches back, clawing at your thigh.

Momo: sobbing “D-don’t you dare hold back! I’ll fucking kill you if you—AHHH!” 

You lean over her, one hand fisting her hair, the other groping her tit as you piston into her. The slap of skin echoes off the mirrors, her creamy cheeks reddening with every impact. She’s babbling now, a mix of Korean and Japanese curses and pleads for more, her asshole milking you relentlessly

Y/N: “Momoring-! Hnngg, iam close.."

Her body seizes, her scream ricocheting off the walls as her pussy cums, her ass squeezing you like she’s trying to drain your soul. You follow, burying yourself to the hilt as hot ropes of cum flood her depths. She collapses, trembling, as you pull out, your baby batter dribbling from her gaping hole.

---

Later, as you both lie tangled on the floor, her head on your chest, Momo traces the bite marks she left on your collarbone. Her voice is soft now, almost shy.

Momo: “Sana… she doesn’t make you cum like that, does she?” 

You sigh, tugging her closer.

Y/N: “No has Only you, Momoring.” 

Momo: “Oh? Iam Good. Now… let’s see how many times you can make me scream before the cleaners show up.” 

Dragging you up, Momo’s painted nails dig into your shoulders as she pushes you onto the studio’s leather couch, her eyes glinting with predatory intent. Her tits—full, peach-perfect, still glistening with sweat from your earlier pounding—brush against your chest as she straddles your lap, her core grinding against your already hardening cock. She grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head, her voice a velvet command.

Momo: “You don’t get to move. Not until I say so.” 

You nod, breath catching as her thumbs flick over your nipples, her lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. She smirks at your shiver, then rises to her knees, dragging her tits along your shaft, the soft weight of them making your hips jerk instinctively.

Momo: slapping your thigh “I said still, Y/N. Or do I need to tie you to this couch?” 

Her breasts engulf your cock, the slick heat of her cleavage squeezing you like a vice. She rolls her hips, making her tits bounce rhythmically, the pink peaks brushing your tip with every sway. Pre-cum beads at your slit, smearing across her skin as she leans forward, her breath hot in your ear.

Momo: “This what you wanted? To watch Twice’s main dancer turn herself into your personal fucktoy? She licks a stripe up your cock-slit. Bet Sana’s tits couldn’t even wrap around half of this monster…” 

You groan, fists clenching as she works you faster, her japanese tits jiggling obscenely, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. Her dominance is intoxicating—every command, every touch, a reminder that she owns this moment… owns you.

Y/N: “Momo, I’m close—fuck—!” 

Momo:slowing her pace, smirk venomous “Uh-uh. You cum when I tell you to cum.” 

---

She releases your wrists abruptly, slithering off the couch to kneel between your legs. Her hands grip the base of your cock, stroking roughly as she tilts her head up, lips parted. The sight of her—makeup smudged, hair messy, those doe eyes locked on yours—sends a vicious throb through your dick.

Momo: “Cover my face. Now.” 

You don’t hesitate. Pushing her aback to pump your cock in her cleavage once more before pulling out, aiming for her smug, pretty face. Thick ropes of cum stripe her cheeks, her eyelids, her tongue as she sticks it out greedily. She moans, lapping at the tip, swallowing every drop that lands in her mouth. 

Momo:  “Look at me. Perfect, right? Bet you wanna take a photo for Sana… show her who you really belong to.” 

You’re still panting when she stands, marching you toward the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She spins you around, your back pressing against the cold glass as she drops to her knees again, her cum-streaked face staring up at you devilishly. 

Momo: “You’re gonna fuck me in front of this mirror. And you’re gonna watch.” 

---

Giving you a few minute of dirty talk, She stroked your bulbuos cock, already hardening again. Rising fluidly, she hikes one leg around your hip, guiding your tip to her soaked entrance. The mirror fogs where your palms press against it, Momo’s reflection a blur of golden skin and messy blonde hair as she sinks onto you with a cry

Momo: clawing at your shoulders “F-faster! Don’t just stare—fuck me like you mean it!” 

You obey, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes, your eyes locked on the mirror. Her tits bounce wildly, her ass clapping against your thighs as she throws her head back, swearing in a mix of Korean and Japanese yet again. Her hands fly to her nipples, pinching them hard as she rides you, her cunt fluttering around your cock.

Momo: “See that? She grips your chin, forcing you to look at your reflection—your cock disappearing into her glistening pussy. That’s where you live now. In. Me.” 

You spiral closer to the edge, but she senses it, suddenly pulling off and spinning around. Her back presses to your chest, her hand snaking behind to grip your shaft, guiding it back into her ass without warning. You shout, the dual sensation of her tight heat and the lewd mirror image overwhelming.

Momo: panting “Don’t you dare cum yet. I want your dick down my throat first.” 

---

She drags you to the floor, lying back with her head hanging off. You loom over her, cock glistening with her juices, and she opens her mouth like a starved thing, tongue out, eyes blazing.

Momo: “Facefuck me. And if you make me gag, I’ll bite.” 

You hold her hair rather gently, sliding into her throat with a groan. She takes you greedily, gagging slightly but never breaking eye contact, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as you thrust deeper. Her tits heave with every ragged breath, her hands squeezing her own nipples roughly, and you can feel her vibrating around you—a submissive paradox, still utterly in control

Y/N: “Momo—I can’t hold back—” 

Momo said glaring up at you, lips stretched obscenely

Momo: “Do. It.” 

You explode down her throat, her neck working to swallow every drop. When you finally pull out, she coughs, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, then licks it clean, smugness radiating off her like heat

Momo: “Now… clean me up. My pussy is dripping again with your generous work.” She spreads her legs, fingers parting her swollen lips. “Use. Your. Tongue.” 

---

Momo’s fingers are knotted in your hair, yanking your face upward until your eyes water. She’s perched on the edge of the studio’s grand piano now, legs spread wide, her puffy, glistening cunt inches from your mouth. The scent of her arousal—musky, addictive—hits you like a drug, your cock twitching helplessly in your pants. She smirks, grinding her hips forward, her swollen clit brushing your lips.

Momo: voice sharp, commanding “Lick. And if you stop before I say, I’ll make you choke on my strap-on for a week.” 

You dive in, tongue slashing up her slit, lapping at her juices like a man starved. She hisses, thighs clamping around your head, cutting off your air as you suck her clit into your mouth. Your nose buries into her soaking folds, her taste flooding your senses. She rocks against your face viciously, grinding her pussy into you, her moans sharp and needy. 

Momo: panting “Fuck—yes! Harder! Bite it, you coward—ahn!” 

You nip her clit gently, and she shrieks, slamming your face deeper into her cunt. Your jaw aches, but you don’t stop, tongue flicking her entrance before plunging inside. She gyrates, fucking herself on your mouth, her hands raking through your hair hard enough to tear strands out.

Momo: “That’s it—! Make me cum so hard I forget my fucking name!” 

Her thighs quake, her orgasm hitting like a freight train as she jerks your head side to side, milking her pleasure from your tongue. You lap at her greedily, swallowing every drop, until she shoves you back, gasping. 

---

Before you can breathe, she’s on her knees, not letting your cock rest as she started slapping against her already cum-streaked face. Her eyes blaze as she grips your shaft, slapping it against her cheeks, smearing your pre-cum with her saliva. 

Momo: “You wanna fuck this throat? Prove you deserve it.” 

You nod frantically, and she snarls, slamming her mouth onto your dick. Her throat opens, taking you to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You gag, reflexively bucking upward, but she pins your hips, nose buried in your pelvis as she gags, tears streaming down her face. She pulls off just to gasp, “Harder!" 

You fist her hair, fucking her throat like a toy, her mascara running, lips bruised and shiny. She gags, spit dripping down her chin, but never breaks rhythm, her nails digging into your thighs. The wet, obscene sounds of her throat stretching around you echo off the piano’s polished surface.

Momo: between heaving breaths “Cum—ghck!—cum down this throat or I’ll never let you touch me again!” 

You explode, hips stuttering as you pump her mouth full. She swallows every drop, coughing violently when you finally pull out, her voice hoarse but triumphant. 

Momo: “Good boy. Now… breed me.” 

---

She climbs onto the piano bench, ass in the air, her pussy glistening, still twitching from your tongue. You grab her hips, lining up, but she stops you. 

Momo: glaring over her shoulder “Ask.” 

Y/N: voice wrecked “Please, Momo… let me fill you up. Please.” 

She smirks, reaching back to spread her drooling cunt..“Beg harder.”

Y/N: “I need to cum inside you—please—I can’t think about anything but your fucking pussy—” 

Momo: cutting you off “Then take it. Breed me like the slut I own you to be.” 

You slam into her, her walls clenching like a fist as you fuck her with desperate, jackhammer thrusts. The piano keys jangle discordantly beneath her trembling hands, her tits swaying wildly, nipples scraping the wood. She screams your name, her cunt gripping you like she’s trying to suck your soul out through your dick.

Momo: “G-gonna put a baby in me? Huh? Do it—fill me till I’m dripping!” 

You grunt, knotting inside her as you cum, pumping her full even as she climaxes again, her juices mixing with your spend. She collapses onto the piano, gasping, your cum already leaking down her thighs. 

Momo turns to kiss you, ferocious and sweet

Momo: "I fucking love you so much.."

---

The room was silent except for the sound of our heavy breathing.

Bodies tangled.

Skin damp with sweat.

My chest rose and fell erratically as I lay sprawled on the cool floor, my limbs utterly spent.

And on top of me—Momo.

Equally breathless.

Equally wrecked.

Her face was buried in my neck, her hair sticking to my skin.

She didn’t move.

Neither did I.

For a while, we just existed.

In the aftermath.

In the silence filled with unspoken emotions.

Then—her arms tightened around me.

Momo: "You okay?"

Her voice was hoarse. Soft, but laced with exhaustion.

I swallowed thickly, my throat dry from everything that just happened.

Y/N: "I… yeah."

It came out more like a breath than a word.

Momo finally lifted her head, her deep brown eyes meeting mine.

Something flickered there.

Something gentle.

Something warm.

A complete contrast to the way she had just ruined me.

Her fingers brushed across my cheek, her touch softer now.

Momo: "You're shaking."

I blinked.

But now that she pointed it out—yeah.

I was trembling like a damn leaf.

She frowned.

Then, before I could react, she shifted, pulling me into her arms as she flipped onto her back, bringing me on top of her.

My head landed against her bare chest, her heartbeat steady and calm against my ear.

I sighed.

Letting my body relax into hers.

Y/N: "…You’re warm."

Momo chuckled.

Momo: "So are you."

I felt her hand rub soothing circles against my back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns.

It was comforting.

So much that I nearly melted into her touch.

A deep yawn escaped me, exhaustion creeping in fast.

Momo hummed, her lips pressing lightly against my forehead.

Momo: "You did good."

A warm feeling spread through my chest at her praise.

Y/N: "You too…"

Momo chuckled again, the sound vibrating against my cheek.

Then—she pulled the blanket over us.

When did she even grab it?

I didn’t know.

Because I was already drifting.

Momo exhaled softly, shifting slightly before whispering—

Momo: "Sleep, Y/N."

I wanted to say something.

Something witty.

Something snarky.

But all I managed was—

Y/N: "Mmm…"

Momo smiled.

I felt it against my skin.

Then—she held me closer.

The silence between us stretched for what felt like forever.

Momo’s grip on me never loosened, her arms still locked securely around my waist. Her fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along my bare skin, as if grounding herself.

I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

But I could feel the weight of it.

Something heavy. Something serious.

And then—I asked it.

A question that had been lingering in the back of my mind since the haze of exhaustion had started to clear.

Y/N: “…What will we do now?”

Momo stilled.

Her fingers stopped moving.

She didn’t answer immediately, her breath warm against my temple as she mulled over her response.

And then, after what felt like a small eternity, she finally spoke.

Momo: "I’ll handle it."

There was an edge to her voice.

Something firm. Unwavering.

Like she had already decided.

Like she had already claimed me.

The air shifted.

Her hold on me tightened, her presence demanding in a way I had never felt before.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of just how intense this moment was becoming.

Then—her next words came.

Words that felt like a command.

Momo: "Focus on loving me."

My heart skipped.

My eyes widened slightly.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her dark brown eyes searching mine.

Something about her stare made me feel bare.

Momo: "Do you love me?"

Her voice was low.

Not a whisper.

Not loud.

But it held weight.

A question that left no room for games.

I sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling like the air in the room had gotten too thick.

Love?

I hadn’t even had time to process what we had just done, and now this?

I felt her fingers press against my jaw, tilting my face toward hers as she waited.

She was serious.

And yet, despite the suddenness, despite the intensity—

Maybe I was.

Maybe I did feel something.

Something undeniable.

Something that had been building from the very first moment she stepped into my life.

So, I gave her the only answer I could.

Y/N: "Maybe… I’m reciprocal."

It was soft. Uncertain yet honest. And that seemed to be enough.

Because Momo’s lips curled into something dangerous.

Something possessive.

And then—she leaned in.

Her breath fanned against my lips, her fingers tightening around my jaw just enough to make me shudder.

Terms of Loving Momo

Momo lay beside me, her body still warm, pressed close as if she had no intention of letting me go anytime soon. Her fingers, slow and deliberate, traced the ridges of my collarbone, down to my chest, before stopping just over my heartbeat.

Her breathing had calmed, but her grip on me remained possessive.

She was thinking.

And then, she spoke.

Momo: "If you’re going to love me, you need to know what that means."

Her voice was firm but not cruel.

It wasn’t a demand, but a declaration.

She didn’t want a half-hearted answer.

She didn’t want uncertainty.

She wanted assurance.

Her eyes locked onto mine, waiting to see if I understood.

I swallowed, feeling my throat dry, but nodded anyway. "Tell me."

A slow, almost dangerous smile played on her lips as she adjusted herself, shifting so that she was hovering slightly over me, her arms caging me in.

Momo: "Good."

Then—the rules came.

1. No Lies, No Secrets

Momo: "If you love me, you don’t get to lie to me. Not about the small things. Not about the big things."

Her fingers slid down to my wrist, where my pulse was still racing.

Momo: "I want to know everything. What you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. What you want."

Her eyes darkened, her expression serious.

Momo: "If something’s wrong, you tell me. If you’re upset, you tell me. If I do something that hurts you, you tell me."

Her voice softened just slightly, but her fingers tightened.

Momo: "I won’t play guessing games, Y/N."

A lump formed in my throat.

She meant it.

This wasn’t just about trust.

It was about respect.

I nodded. "I understand."

She studied me for a second before continuing.

2. I Am a Priority—Not an Option

Her fingers trailed back up, resting against the side of my neck.

Momo: "I’m not saying you can’t have your own life."

Her thumb stroked over my skin slowly.

Momo: "But if you love me, you don’t put me second. You don’t make me an option while you figure things out."

Her expression hardened slightly.

Momo: "I refuse to be a second thought."

There was a vulnerability behind those words.

A truth she wasn’t saying outright.

She had probably been made to feel like an option before.

She wasn’t going to let that happen again.

I inhaled, pushing myself up slightly so that I was no longer lying down. "I wouldn’t do that to you."

Her eyes softened—just barely.

Momo: "Good."

Then, her lips curled into something more playful.

3. You Don’t Get to Look at Anyone Else

She tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at her fully.

Momo: "This one is obvious."

Her voice dropped, turning dangerously sweet.

Momo: "Your eyes? They’re mine."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw.

Momo: "Your hands? Mine."

Another brush of her lips—this time against my throat.

Momo: "Your thoughts? Your body? Your time?"

Her breath was warm against my skin.

Momo: "Mine."

My breath hitched.

She meant every word.

4. I Set the Pace

She pulled back just enough to look at me again, her gaze locked onto mine.

Momo: "I don’t like rushing things."

She studied my expression, as if making sure I was really listening.

Momo: "That means I decide how fast or slow this goes. If I want to take my time? You let me. If I want to keep you waiting? You wait."

I blinked. "Even if I’m dying?"

A small smirk.

Momo: "Especially if you’re dying."

I groaned. "That’s cruel."

She only grinned.

Momo: "I like watching you squirm."

I swallowed hard.

I didn’t doubt that.

Not even a little.

5. You Don’t Break My Heart

And then—her expression shifted.

Her teasing faded.

Her grip loosened slightly, but her voice turned more serious than ever.

Momo: "This is the most important one."

She leaned in closer, pressing her forehead lightly against mine.

Momo: "I don’t care how strong I am. I don’t care if people think I can handle anything."

Her fingers curled into my shirt, gripping it tightly.

Momo: "If you ever break my heart, I will never forgive you."

A lump formed in my throat.

I wanted to say, “I would never.”

But something told me she had probably heard those words before.

And that they had probably meant nothing.

So instead—I said something else.

Something I knew I could promise.

Y/N: "I’ll be careful with it."

Her breath hitched—just slightly.

And then—she sighed.

Momo: "You better be."

Conflicted Thoughts: The Minatozaki Sana Problem

Momo was asleep, curled up against me, her breathing soft and even. The warmth of her body and the weight of her arm draped over my chest should have lulled me into a peaceful rest. But my mind wouldn’t stop running.

I stared at the ceiling, heart still trying to process the whirlwind of everything.

And then—Sana came to mind.

Y/N (in mind): "Shit."

I had been so wrapped up in Momo’s storm, in the way she took control of me, of us—that I hadn’t stopped to think about the chaos I was walking into.

Sana… She wasn’t dumb.

She was playful, teasing, and at times, chaotic. But she wasn’t dumb.

She had been watching me.

I had seen it—felt it.

The way her eyes lingered, the way her jokes sometimes carried a hint of something deeper.

The way she stuck around a little longer than necessary whenever we talked.

The way she reacted to Momo's presence around me.

And now that I thought about it—Momo had noticed too.

That was why she had been so aggressive.

That was why she had pinned me down with her emotions, her control.

She wasn’t just trying to claim me.

She was trying to beat Sana to it.

I let out a slow exhale, gripping the sheets.

Y/N (in mind): "Sana-sunbae… I wasn’t too dumb to notice that you… might have a thing for me."

The problem was—Sana wasn't someone who took defeat well.

She wasn’t the type to back down when she wanted something.

Sana was competitive.

She was possessive.

And yet—she was sensitive.

For all her flirting and confident demeanor, she was the kind of person who, once she realized something she wanted was out of her reach, would break down.

Y/N (in mind): "And if Momo’s revelation hits her… it won’t just be jealousy. It’ll be heartbreak."

I turned my head slightly, watching Momo’s sleeping face.

She looked peaceful.

Composed.

But earlier—she had been terrified.

For all her dominance and control, there had been something fragile in her voice when she had told me her rules.

She was afraid of losing me.

And now, I feared the same for Sana.

Would she fight for me?

Or would she cry herself to sleep the moment she realized she had already lost?

I bit my lip, torn.

Y/N (in mind): "Shit."

This wasn’t just a love story anymore.

This was a battlefield.

The Moment Everything Changed

The air in the room was warm, thick with the remnants of what had just happened. Momo’s body was still tangled with mine, her breath slow and even against my skin.

I hadn’t moved much, still too caught up in my own whirlwind of thoughts about Sana.

And then—the door clicked open.

Sana: “Y/N-ah! I brought—”

Her voice was cheerful. Giddy, even. The kind of excitement that was infectious, like she had been looking forward to seeing me after practice.

But the moment her eyes landed on us—her whole body froze.

Her smile faltered.

Just slightly. But I saw it.

The way the corners of her lips twitched.

The way her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before something—something else—crossed over her expression.

I didn’t move.

Momo didn’t either.

She was still draped over me, her bare shoulder peeking out from under the sheets, her legs tangled with mine.

There was no way Sana could misinterpret this.

There was no way she could pretend she didn’t see it.

And yet—for a second, she tried.

Sana: “Oh…”

She let out a soft laugh—forced, nervous.

Sana: “I, uh… I thought you’d still be practicing.”

Her eyes flickered between us, searching.

For an excuse.

For an explanation.

For something that would make this make sense.

But there was nothing I could say.

Nothing that would soften the reality that she was standing in front of.

Momo shifted slightly, lifting her head.

Her eyes locked onto Sana’s, and for the first time in a long time—there was no teasing.

No playfulness.

Only silent acknowledgment.

And Sana understood.

The realization hit her like a bullet.

Her fingers trembled around the snack bag.

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something—but she didn’t.

Because what could she say?

That she had been too late?

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.

Y/N: “Noona, I—”

(A/N: The OC is a 97 liner. Thats why Momo and Sana or older to him)

Sana smiled.

It wasn’t her usual bright, dazzling grin.

It wasn’t the kind of smile that made people feel warm inside.

It was the kind of smile that people used when they were trying not to cry.

Sana: “It’s okay.”

She took a step back.

And then another.

Sana: “I should go.”

Her voice was quiet, too quiet.

The way her eyes glistened under the soft lighting of the room made something in my chest tighten painfully.

She turned toward the door.

And then she was gone.

Just like that.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the silence.

Momo let out a small breath, but she didn’t move.

Neither did I.

Because this wasn’t over.

This was just the beginning.

To Be Continued....

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New Collaboration (Twice NSFW Smut)

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Mina Myoi x Sub!Male Reader

Tags: 4.5k words, age-gap, multiple creampies, possible breeding/impreg

While at a popular variety show, you found yourself backstage waiting for your cue. It was a chance for you to perform alongside your favorite artists and one of them was Mina from TWICE. The atmosphere was tense, a mix of adrenaline and nerves. You'd only seen her through watching other variety shows or managing to catch brief glimpses of her at awards shows. But there she was, standing amongst the other TWICE girls.

You could see the rest of them leave for the bathroom as Mina stayed behind to watch over their belongings and their cue. You decided that this was your moment to make the connection. You walked up to her, braving through your nerves and fear.

"Hey, I'm Y/N," you said, extending your hand to Mina. She looked up from her script, her eyes wide as she recognized you. She smiled warmly, shaking your hand. "Nice to meet you in person. I'm Mina. I've been following your debut for a while and I'm a huge fan of your work."

You smiled, your cheeks turning a bright red. Mina Myoi, popular idol from TWICE knows of your work? Your eyelids fluttered, slightly taken aback by her open admiration. "Y–You know about me? I'm so honoured! I'm such a big fan of you...r work with TWICE and MiSaMo!" Nice save.

Mina giggled at your obvious nervousness and the two of you began chatting. The topics ranged from the things you'd be doing on the show to what you think of the industry so far. The nerves set in as you realized how close you were to performing. You found yourself gradually moving closer to her. Mina appeared to be doing the same, her eyes locked onto yours, neither of you aware of the distance between you closing.

The sound of a bell ringing in the distance broke the trance, signaling that it was time for you to take the stage. You took a deep breath, glancing at Mina before giving her a confident nod. "Good luck," she whispered, a playful smile on her lips as the other TWICE girls returned to stand around her.

You gave her a nervous but thankful smile and sauntered off, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. As the show went on, you subtly glanced at Mina a few times, her beauty somehow shining through all eight other members. It was as if no one else existed for those very brief moments. You admired how she commanded the stage, the energy she radiated. The feeling only grew as you made your way backstage after your performances.

"You were amazing out there!" Mina congratulated, rushing over to you as soon as you were both backstage. She hugged you tightly, her scent enveloping you as she lifted you off the ground slightly. "I'm so proud of you."

You blushed, the sincerity in her eyes warming you from the inside out. As the other TWICE girls went to rest in the designated backstage room, Mina stayed with you. The two of you sat down in a secluded area and ended up chatting for hours. 

Your heart swelled as you struggled to contain yourself. You got to, not only talk with your all–time favourite idol, but she hugged you really nice and tight too. As the night began to wind down, you found yourselves alone, the cast and crew dispersing to prepare for their next filming. That was when the topic of age differences came up naturally.

"So, you're, what, 19?" Mina asked with a playful grin. You nodded, chuckling at the surprise on her face. "And here I thought you were a little older. You're quite mature for your age."

"T–Thank you," you replied with a humble smile. "You're...?"

"The ripe age of 27," Mina said, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at you. "But I guess it's the experience that counts, right?"

"27?! No way! I could've sworn you were my age," you teased before continuing, "but yeah, you could say that." You couldn't help but let your gaze linger on her face for a while. Such smooth skin... such pretty lips... You stared at her for a considerable amount of time before snapping out. "You've been in the industry a while, and I could learn a lot from you."

Mina's eyes sparkled, and she leaned in closer. "Anything you want to know, you just have to ask." Her lips grazed your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as she whispered, "And sometimes lessons are best learned by doing."

The closeness between the two of you was undeniable, and the air around you felt heavy with tension. You subconsciously leaned towards her as she did the same. The scent of her perfume mingled with the lingering smoky scent of the stage, creating an intoxicating mix. You could feel your heart racing, the heat in your cheeks increasing, turning them red.

Mina's hand brushed against yours, and your eyes met, locked in a heated gaze. Both your lips were inches away from one another, something in you just wanted to pounce forward and claim her in a deep and passionate makeout. The weight of the moment was suffocating, yet exhilarating. The silence stretched, and the tension built, growing thicker by the second.

Just as your chest tightened, and it felt like your heart would pound right out of your chest, the sound of voices echoed through the backstage area, snapping you both out of your trance. Mina quickly leaned back back, the grin on her face replacing the intensity that had been there just moments before.

"Guess I better get going," she said, straightening her outfit. "The girls are gonna get cranky if I leave them for too long... but you've got a bright future ahead of you. I'm looking forward to seeing what you do next."

She gave you a final warm smile before she slipped away, leaving you standing there, your mind reeling with the encounter. The memory of Mina's voice, her touch, the intensity of those stolen moments would linger, pushing you to dream and fantasize about what could be. Your admiration for your favourite idol might have just developed into a full blown crush.

Months passed, and you found yourself 'crossing paths' with Mina at various events. Crossing paths in the sense that you'd steal brief glances at her while in a massive crowd.  But each time, the lingering eye contact and flirtatious smiles sent your heart racing. You found yourself always glancing toward her, trying to catch a glimpse of her in between your own performances. There was something about her that drew you in, and you wondered if it was mutual.

After one of M Countdown's award shows, you found yourselves waiting backstage once again. The anticipation of the night's events, and the memories of your previous encounter, made your nerves skyrocket. Mina spotted you and walked over with a bright smile, separating herself from the rest of TWICE momentarily. Her confidence commanded the space around her.

"Oh my, you look amazing tonight," she complimented, her eyes looking you up and down before settling and on yours and never leaving. "It's been a while since we've seen each other. How have you been?"

"I've been doing pretty well," you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. "A little busy, but it's been great. How about you?"

Mina laughed softly. "Y'know, same old, same old. But I'm glad to see you doing well. You've got a lot of fans out there rooting for you."

"Likewise for you too. Hell, I'll always root for you... and TWICE... yeah."

Mina let out a sultry giggle as the two of you began chatting about various things, from the music you both enjoyed to the latest scandal in the industry. Mina's hand brushed against yours as she gestured, and a jolt shot through you, making you wish that contact would linger. You could feel the tension build between you, the air thick with unspoken desires.

"You know, we should do something together," Mina suggested, her voice soft and sultry. "A collaboration, maybe. I bet it would be amazing. Fans might like that as well, what do you think?"

"T–That would be incredible, I'd love to," you stammered, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Your eyes met hers, and the intensity was palpable. You could feel every nerve in your body tingling, as if electrified by her presence.

A few more comments were exchanged, small jokes shared, and the tension between the two of you grew. Mina leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "I think I'll be staying up late tonight, and the girls are gonna be out... Want to join me?"

Your breath hitched, and you could only manage a nod, your mind reeling at the possibility. The heat between you was almost unbearable, and it felt like the world had slowed down, leaving the two of you to exist in a bubble.

"Excellent, I'll see you back here once the place has cleared up a little~"

The conversation ebbed away, replaced by the chaos and noise of the after–event. The weight of the moment hung in the air, heavy and thick, as Mina departed with a wink and a smile.

The night continued to unfold, and you found yourself seeking her out, unable to shake the pull she had on you. Your heart raced with anticipation as you waited for the event to come to a close, dying to deepen connection with her.

The event finally came to an end, and the guests began to disperse, leaving behind the echoes of their laughter and conversations. You met with Mina at the decided spot before she led you back to the hotel she was staying at. Her hand clasped yours as you walked through the empty halls.

"I think a collaboration between us could work perfectly," Mina said as she unlocked the door to her hotel room, gesturing for you to enter. "You have quite the unique sound, and I think our voices would mesh well together."

As you crossed the threshold, the room was dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the city skyline outside. Mina closed the door behind you, the quiet of the moment hanging in the air.

"Have a seat and we could talk about it. Could I get you anything to drink?" she suggested, motioning to the couch. You shook your head as you sat down, your heart thudding in your chest.

"So... what kind of vibe are you going for?" you asked, trying to keep your mind focused on the task at hand, the desire for her still palpable.

"Hmm... How about something that showcases both our styles," Mina replied, taking a seat beside you. "Maybe, a mix of hip–hop and R&B. The lyrics could focus on breaking free from societal expectations and finding one's true self. The chorus should be catchy yet poignant, with a hard–hitting beat."

The two of you continued to discuss ideas, concepts, and possible producers for the collaboration. The conversation flowed effortlessly, your minds mingling as easily as your bodies seemed to desire. As you talked, Mina's hand crept closer to yours, her fingers brushing against yours every now and then.

"Okay! Now that that's settled, I'm really excited to get started on this," you said, the passion in your voice reflecting your feelings for the project, as well as the woman beside you.

"Me too," Mina replied, her voice low and sultry. "Let's celebrate the start of our collaboration~"

Her hand found yours and her thumb began to trace circles on the back of your hand, the contact both calming and arousing. You could feel the heat radiating from her touch as she leaned in, her lips inches from yours. Your eyes were locked on her lips... something about them looked so... delicious... 

"To new beginnings," she whispered before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss was soft, tender, and as it deepened, it grew more intense. Mina's hand traveled up your arm, her fingers lightly brushing against your neck.

You could feel her breasts pressing against your chest as she climbed atop you, the heat of her body igniting a fire within you. As the kiss continued, her hand slid under your shirt, tracing gentle circles on your skin. The pleasure from her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel your body responding to her touch, your arousal growing with each passing moment.

"Are you ready for our next chapter?" Mina asked, her breath hot against your ear as she nibbled on your lobe.

Your body ached for more, more of this stunning older woman you've admired for so long. The beginning of this new chapter had you both on the edge, ready to embark on a journey of passion and collaboration.

Nodding, you surrendered yourself to the moment, your body eagerly responding to Mina's touch. She guided your hand to her breast, letting you feel her firmness through her top. Her nipple hardened against your touch, the silky texture of her shirt doing little to dampen the sensations.

"Mhmm, just like that," Mina moaned softly, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of your shirt. She peeled it away, her eyes fixated on your body as she revealed it to her.

The heat between the two of you grew, and Mina's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles that sent shivers through your spine. You let out a soft moan, your body arching into her touch, the need for more becoming almost unbearable.

"So responsive," Mina whispered, her voice laced with desire as she began to unbutton your pants, her nimble fingers sliding beneath the waistband.

"God– fuck, Mina–" you let out a loud moan as her hand found you, her touch adding fuel to the fire already burning bright within you. She began to stroke you through your underwear, her thumb teasing the tip. The rhythm of her strokes increased, and you found yourself writhing beneath her touch, unable to contain your pleasure.

"Mina..." you groaned, your voice thick with arousal. "I want more..."

With a wicked smile, Mina stood up, pulling you with her. She guided you to the bed, her hand stilling on your chest as she undressed. The sight of her slowly freeing from her clothes was intoxicating, and you let out a low, appreciative moan.

"Mina... The woman that you are..." you exhaled, your voice pleading.

"Patience, my dear," she said, her voice sultry and full of promise. "I have a feeling our collaboration will be a hit."

With that, she climbed onto the bed, leaving you hanging, eager for more. The anticipation and the teasing had you on the edge, desperate for the physical expression of your newfound partnership.

Mina laid herself down on the bed, her body twisting and turning ever so slightly, making your cock visibly harder and harder each second. She seductively sat up and beckoned you with her finger, inviting you closer. You climbed onto the bed next to her, your eyes taking in the sight that is Mina Myoi.

"Come here, baby," Mina whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Let's make some music together."

You couldn't resist, moving closer, and before long, your lips met hers once more, the kiss deepening, your tongues entwining. Mina's hand found its way to your now hard erection, gripping it firmly, her thumb gliding over the head.

"Oh, Y/N, you're such a good boy. You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" she purred, her voice a mix of lust and admiration. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

You fumbled with your pants, quickly shedding them and your underwear. The anticipation built, and you found yourself hovering over her, your cock at the entrance of her wetness. Mina's legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Please, I need you– Mommy Mina needs you, baby," she moaned, the vulnerability and desire in her voice sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you began to enter her, the tight warmth enveloping you. Mina's moans grew louder, filling the room. The age gap between the two of you seemed to melt away, replaced by the shared experience of lust and desire. Within seconds, you had bottomed her out.

"Fuck– I didn't think you'd be this big, Y/N. I can feel your cock throbbing inside me," she cried out, her nails digging into your back. "Harder!"

You complied, beginning to thrust into her, the rhythm growing more intense as you both found your pace. You could feel the slick wetness enveloping you, the pleasure building with each movement. Mina's moans grew louder, her head thrown back, her body arching to meet your thrusts.

"Oh, Y/N, baby, you feel so good," Mina moaned, her voice thick with lust. "You're so hard... So deep... Ravage my pussy, baby~"

Her hands found your chest, fingers tracing circles, eliciting a shiver from your spine. She began to rock her hips, her movements rough and desperate. But after a while, she made you slow down. It was as if she was savoring the sensation, prolonging the inevitable.

"Mina, you feel amazing," you groaned, your voice rough with desire. "I–I need more of you."

Mina's movements grew more urgent, her hips slamming back against yours. You could feel your own body responding, the pleasure building once more.

"God, Y/N, I'm close... Don't stop, Y/N," she urged, her voice breathless. "Give it to me."

Mina's body shuddered against yours, the intensity building between you both. Her movements grew more frenzied, her moans more desperate. You could feel the pressure inside you, the need to release, to fill her, to claim her as your own.

"Y/N– gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... I'm so close," Mina cried out, her voice thick with lust.

You could feel her pussy tightening around you, squeezing every inch of your length, spurring you on, driving you closer to the edge. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies connecting, the wet slap of skin against skin, the cries of pleasure.

"Mina, I can't hold back," you groaned, your voice thick with desire.

Mina's nails dug into your back, her body arching, inviting you to take her to the precipice.

"Y/N, give it to me, fill me up," she urged, her voice thick with need.

With a final, powerful thrust, you let go, your release spilling into her, the pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. Mina's body followed, her own climax hitting her like a freight train, her body convulsing, her release coating your length.

"Oh, Y/N, yes, I'm cumming– Y/N! FUCK!" she cried out, her body arching, her nails digging into your back some more. "Fuck, yes, that feels so good."

The two of you clung to each other, your bodies trembling, the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Mina's breathing grew heavy, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

"That was... wow," she panted, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You found yourself wrapped in her embrace, the two of you still joined, the sweat glistening on both your bodies. Mina's hand found your cheek, her thumb brushing away a droplet of sweat.

"Y/N... that was amazing," she breathed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "...but I need more. Mommy Mina needs more~"

Before you could even catch your breath, Mina rolled you onto your back, her body straddling yours. She began to grind her hips against you, her wetness coating your still–hard cock. The sight of her, the feeling of her body against yours, sent shivers down your spine.

"I want to feel you all night," Mina purred, her voice dripping with lust. "You're going to breed me, baby. Make me a real mommy, alright?"

Her words sent an electric jolt through you, the idea of impregnating this woman, this idol, almost too much to bear. Mina positioned herself above you, her wetness enveloping your cock as she sank down onto you.

"You're so big for me, baby... I'm so full," she moaned, her breasts swaying above you as she began to ride you leisurely, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Mina–" you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Please, don't stop–"

Mina's hips began to move faster, her moans growing louder, filling the room. You could feel the pleasure building once more, the thrill of being at her mercy intoxicating.

"Mina, I'm so close... Fuck– you're so tight," you warned, your body tensing with anticipation.

"Cum for me, Y/N," she ordered, her voice a mix of desire and command. "Give it to me. Fill me to the brim."

You couldn't resist, the order sending you over the edge. Your hips bucked against her, the pleasure cascading through you as you came once more, filling her even more deeply than before.

"M–MINA~!" you cried out, your body trembling. As you both came down from the high, Mina's body shuddered, releasing her own pleasure in waves. Her juices coated your cock, the warmth and tightness of her pussy as she came almost overwhelming. You could feel her squeezing you, milking your cock as she rode out her orgasm.

"Oh god, you're incredible..." Mina panted, her eyes locked with yours, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.

"Mina... I... mmf..." you whispered, your own breath coming in ragged pants.

But before you could fully recover, Mina's hand found your softening cock, stroking you gently until it began to harden once more. Her eyes were filled with lust, the desire for more evident in every line of her body.

"You're not done with me yet, are you?" she purred, the promise of more in her voice.

You exhaustedly shook your head, your cock returning to its hardened stature. Mina took the lead, turning over, her body arching, inviting you to take her from behind.

"Get on your knees, baby," she commanded, her voice a mix of lust and desire. "Fuck me like the breeding stallion you are."

You obeyed, positioning yourself behind her, your cock meeting her wet entrance once more. Mina's nails dug into the sheets as you began to thrust into her from behind, the new angle setting off a fresh wave of pleasure.

"Oh god, yessss~ Y/N, you feel so good... fuck me... impregnate me," Mina moaned, her voice thick with lust.

Her words sent shivers down your spine, the taboo nature of the idea driving you wild. The thought of breeding Mina, this stunning woman, filled you with a primal drive.

"Mina, I'm going to cum again–" you warned, your voice thick with pleasure as you began to thrust harder, faster.

Mina's moans grew louder, more desperate. "Cum inside me, baby. Anhh... Fill mommy up~"

You didn't need any further encouragement. Your thrusts grew more frenzied, the pleasure building once more. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies connecting, the wet slap of skin against skin, and the cries of pleasure.

"Oh, god, Mina–!" you cried out, your body trembling as you poured yourself into her once more.

As your release filled her, Mina's body shuddered, her own pleasure peaking, the waves of orgasm washing over her.

"Oh, Y/N, baby, yes... Y/N, you're going to make me a mommy, aren't you? I can feel it in every thrust. I'm all yours, baby~ Take me." she cried out, her body arching as she came.

"You're mine," she whispered, her body still straddling yours. "And I'm yours..."

"But I want more," she continued, her voice thick with lust. "I'm not done with you yet, Y/N."

Mina disentangled herself from your embrace, her eyes filled with desire as she shifted to straddle you, sitting on your lap. Her hands roamed over your chest, her lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. You could taste the lingering sweetness of their previous lovemaking, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you inside me again, Y/N," Mina breathed, her voice heavy with lust.

You were so obviously drained and tired... But Mina Myoi is asking YOU for a god–knows–what round... You'd be insane to turn that down... You helped her lower herself back onto your cock, the familiar warmth enveloping you as she took you in. This time, Mina chose a more sensual pace, rocking her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her breasts swayed with each movement, her nipples hard as they brushed against your chest.

"Oh, Y/N, you feel so good– Just like that–" she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Your cock is perfect."

Mina leaned forward, trailing kisses along your jawline, her lips finding your earlobe, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The sensation only served to heighten the pleasure of her movements.

"I want to feel you deep inside me, Y/N. Breed me like the wild animal you are. Bottom. Me. Out."

The words sent a jolt through you, the primal desire to claim her as your own pulsing through your veins. You reached up, grabbing Mina's hips, helping you both find a faster, more vigorous pace.

"Mina, I... I'm getting close again," you warned, your breath coming in ragged pants.

Mina's moans grew louder, her body arching with each thrust. "Don't stop, Y/N. Fill me up. Knock me up, baby~"

You couldn't hold back any longer. Your thrusts grew more urgent, the pleasure building once more. Mina's nails dug into your chest as her own climax approached.

"Oh, god, Y/N, I'm... I'm cumming– I'M CUMMING~!" she cried out, her body tensing, her pussy tightening around you as her release washed over her.

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, you bottomed her out once more as you proceeded to cum inside her, the sensation of flooding her to the brim spurring you on.

"Oh fuck– Mina–!" you cried out, your body trembling.

The two of you clung to each other, riding out the aftershocks of your pleasure. Mina collapsed against your chest as you flopped backwards onto the bed. Her breathing was heavy, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm.

"Let's just lay here, Y/N," she whispered, her hand reaching up to caress your cheek. "Let's just enjoy each other for now... You made Mommy Mina very happy today..."

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into a hot, passionate makeout, savoring the taste of each other's lips.

As the two of you lay entwined, sweat glistening on your bodies, your hearts beating in unison. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of your breathing, the aftermath of your passionate encounter settling around you. And in that moment, there was nothing but the two of you, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[ New Collaboration Pt. 1 – See Pt. 2 ]

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LOST THE GAME - JAKE. S

SUMMARY : what was supposed to be the least interesting class of your semester turned out to be the most passionating one when you met jake sim and his tendency to tease. but two could play a game, right ?

-> pairing : college mate!jake x fem!reader

-> words count : 15k

-> genre : college au, smut

-> warnings : switch!jake x switch!reader, teasing, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praising, dry humping, marking, hair pulling, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, use of 'good girl', 'good boy' and 'slut', oral (f. and m. receiving), deep throating, cum play, manhandling, quick mention of choking, fingering, begging, riding, panties sniffing, jake is down bad for yn (yes, that's a warning), nipple play, jake is asking consent a lot and it's sexy.

+ the way i'm depicting jake does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : here we are, my not so little gift for you for valentine's day ! i hadn't planned something at first, but it turned out that i finished this not too long before so i decided to post it on this day. it's the first really long fic that i'm posting here, but i enjoy writing them so much ! shoot out to @xhdream that started it all by sending me a gif of jake during our christmas family gathering and messed with my mind 😭😔. this ended up being really self-indulgent but i hope you'll like it as much as i do !

-> masterlist | enha masterlist

PLAYLIST

🎵 lost the game by two feet

🎶 meddle about by chase atlantic

🎵 i'll make you love me by kat leon

🎶 more by i.m

🎵 it's not easy for you by misamo

🎶 more than friends by isabel la rosa

Leaving all your friends and family for college was not easy. Your freshman year was really hard, having to manage your classes and doing a part time job to be able to afford your rant, and being in a brand new city you didn’t know anything about, nor had any friends to help and support you. You felt on the edge of giving up just before your finals, but that was when you met your best friend, Yeji. She really was a gift, always smiley and willing to cheer you up. Without her, you really didn’t know if you could have continued university, or got your life back together at all. 

But now, here you were, currently in your third year at college, happy and confident about your future. And you really didn’t want to mess it up, so you remained serious, and worked hard to have the grades you got. Even if for some people, psychology was not a “real” major, it was for you, and it was what you wanted to do for your whole life. And you sometimes wondered how they could say that when you had to take science classes. At first, you were not so excited to follow them, thinking that it would be just another thing you would have to study just for the exams and never remember again, but someone made you change your mind. 

Jake was not in the same major as you, that was why you didn’t see him before the start of this semester but he immediately caught your eyes. Well, it would have been hard not to notice him, or you would’ve been blind, because he was really good looking. He was the cliché of the hot college fuckboy, the one so many rumors were spread about, the one who had supposedly hooked up with half of the campus. 

Despite that, you were not one to have prejudices against people you didn’t know, so you gave him a chance, mainly because he was attractive and exactly your type, and also because he seemed to be the only other student to be invested in this class. Surprisingly, he was always participating, sometimes before you even had the chance to do so, and he was doing his work everytime. And so on, he became even more your type because smart people were automatically the most fuckable in your eyes. 

However, you tried to not let your interest in him show. It seemed like he already had an ego, you were not here to fuel it even more. So you stuck to staring at him during your shared classes, under the excuse that you were only closely listening to his answers to your professor's questions. That was until he suddenly decided to sit down by your side on one random Thursday. 

“- Is that seat taken, or can I ?”

You lifted your head, even if you had grown familiar to the sound of his voice by now, seeing Jake, waiting for your approval with a grin on his face. Well, he was asking kindly and really, you could not refuse to have your crush sit with you. You simply nobbed, taking off your bag from the chair so he could sit down. 

“- Thanks !

- No problem.”

Regardless of the confidence you were trying to keep on, you were feeling incredibly nervous. It was the first time you and Jake were this close. Sure, you had talked to each other before, picking up on something one of you had said in class to add other information or to correct each other. But that was it, nothing more. So to suddenly have him so close to you was very strange, but at the same time, you were giddy, like a high-schooler confessing her love to her first crush. 

“- Did you understand the paper we had to read for today ?”

Jake's voice straddled you as you were lost in your thoughts, but you quickly composed yourself again, doing your best to hold his intense gaze. 

“- Yeah. Or at least, I think so, but I struggled a little bit at first. Why did you want to know ?

- Well, you’re the only one except me that seems to give a damn about this class, and you’re smart, so I thought that maybe you could help me, because I didn’t understand anything !”

You chuckled at the defeated tone he used for his last words, perfectly getting his disappointment of not assimilating a new thing immediately, it was frustrating. But at the same time, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of Jake having noticed you. And he was saying you were smart on top of that ? What started as a not so good day was turning into a much better one. 

“- Of course, no problem. We have some time left before Mr. Lee arrives, so maybe we could go over the paper and you stop me every time there’s something you didn’t get ?

- Works for me ! Thank you Y/N.”

The way he said your name had you fighting demons not to blush and try to concentrate on bacteria and immune system instead of his bright smile and beautiful face. But it was not easy to stay focused when he brought his chair closer to yours so he could have a better view of the drawings you were making to materialize what was explained in the paper. You could feel Jake’s warmth through your clothes and it was so hard to resist the urge to turn your head and just look at him. Thanks to some magical forces surely, you got to the end of it when your professor entered the classroom, greeting his students. 

“- It’s so much easier when you explain everything to me, you’re very good at that, you know ?”

And he was at it again with the compliments, and you were trying to repress a stupid smile from eating up your face once again, whispering when you answered him in order not disturb Mr. Lee, who had already started today’s lesson. 

“- I’m glad I could help.”

Jake's response came in the way of a smile before the two of you started to take notes of what your professor was saying, not having much time to discuss throughout the class. These lectures were always very intense but also very interesting, so you didn’t mind the fast rhythm with which you were approaching each subject. You thought about asking Jake his number at the end of the class, just in case he had another problem with something related to this class of course ! A few years back, you wouldn’t even have dared to consider something like that, but right now you were thinking “why not ?” If anything, he would say no and end of the story. So as you were packing up your things, you started to get your phone out when you were interrupted by Jake once again.

“- I have a class now, but if I could have your number it would be very helpful, because there’s still some things I can’t get a grasp of, if you don’t mind of course !”

You smiled back, taking his phone and typing your number in the new contact he had created before handing the device back to him.

“- Actually, I was going to give it to you anyway. You’re pretty smart too, and you’re funny so it’s not a waste of time.”

Jake chuckled as he put his phone in his back pocket after checking the time. He was going to be late to his next class, but who cared when he finally got to talk to the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the year ? Certainly not him. 

“- I’ll make it worth it, promise ! Huh, I really have to go but I’ll text you later pretty.”

With a wink, he was gone and left you behind with a beating heart and a stupidly big grin stretching out your lips. 

From this day on, Jake sat next to you every time you shared your science classes. And even if the seat was empty last week because Yeji was sick that day, she happily let the guy take her place with a knowing look on her face, wiggling her eyebrows every time he walked in and greeted you. You acted annoyed every time, but really, it was funny how supportive she was - sometimes, you worried that she was more excited about the whole situation than yourself. 

“- Is it Jakey again ?”

You rolled your eyes as you picked up your phone from the kitchen counter where Yeji and you had spread all your work sheets and textbooks to study. It was Sunday, and you often reserved it to work together and then relax with a movie, while doing each other's skincare and gossiping. 

When you first came to the city for college, you had rented a small apartment with another girl you didn’t know. At the end of your freshman year, she left and since Yeji was searching for a new place to stay because her last roommate was insufferable, you had proposed to her that you live together. She really was the best friend you could ask for, and also the best roommate. But sometimes, just sometimes, you wished she didn’t know you so well as she fake gaged when you laughed at the last text Jake had, indeed, sent to you. You wrote a quick answer before going back to your cognitive psychology assignment. 

“- And what if it is him ? You’re jealous ?

- Of a man ? Never !”

Both of you laughed at her remark, not able to hold back yourselves after being focused for such a long time and having spent the whole afternoon studying. 

“- No but seriously, what do you think of him ?”

You were not one to let other people direct the way you acted or lead you on to choices you wouldn’t have made by yourself but you valued Yeji’s opinion, and she always had something to say about your crushes. Sensing that the subject was no longer meaningless, your best friend put her pen down, thinking for some time about your question.

“- Well, you know all the rumors about him right ?”

You nodded. Of course you knew, especially since you started to talk with Jake two months ago, you paid a lot more attention to the conversations of other students about him. They were all saying that he was a typical frat boy, going to parties, not caring about going to school, and fooling around with every girl he found attractive. But you already knew that a part of that was not true. He was often sending you some parts of texts or lessons he didn’t understand for you to explain, he was really invested in what he was doing, and he had even told you that he was not here to skip classes.

“- And you also know that Lia is friends with his roommate Jay ?”

Again, you nobbed. You knew Lia too, because she was one of Yeji’s childhood friends. You were a little less close to her but she really was a very sweet girl, and you loved to spend time with her. 

“- She told me that Jake was not how everyone is depicting him. Apparently, it’s only because he’s spending time with Heeseung and his frat, and because he hooked up with a random girl at a party during our freshman year. And from there, people created him a reputation, and he never really tried to deny it because, well, everyone would assume that based on his looks and who he’s hanging out with. 

- I guess, yeah. I thought that too when I first met him. And that doesn’t surprise me, he cares too much about his studies to be a frat boy.”

Yeji laughed again, detaching her long, ginger, hair from the hair clip that was holding them in place.

“- I agree, he’s too smart too, and too sweet with you. He genuinely seems like a good guy, and not every guy out there gets your humor so…”

You threw a random highlighter in her direction, pretending to be vexed by her comment.

“- And I didn’t see you smile so much since that dick left you this summer, so I sadly have to validate him.”

Yeji let out a defeated sigh while shaking her head, making you smile again. It was true that you had a hard time because of your “ex”, if you could really label him like that. He was just a guy you met at a party just after your finals were over, and from there, you started to be in some kind of situationship, that was becoming serious for you, but not for him apparently since he left you over a single text and not even an apology. But you were fully over it now, and ready to welcome someone in your life - and bed - again. 

“- I’m glad you’re thinking the same.”

She simply gave you a smile before stretching her arms over her head, repressing a yawn as she did so. 

“- I’m thinking about wrapping up this study session and getting on to the movie.

- Oh my god, yes, thank you ! My brain stopped working one hour ago !”

You both started to tidy up the counter, putting your sheets back in your binder and your pens back in your case. 

“- You order while I’m hopping in the shower ?

- No problem ! Pizza and sushi ?

- You know me so well !”

You giggled as Yeji disappeared in her room, closing the door behind her and letting you finish with your mess. When your phone received another notification, you picked it up again, not holding back your smile when you saw Jake’s contact name popping up this time. 

jakey :  wow ! working on a sunday ? you have a stronger will than me ! you :  ahah only because i’m not doing it alone !  otherwise, i would lie in my bed all day, not doing anything lmao what are you doing ? jakey :  [attachement : 1 image] just relaxing while watching a movie it’s pretty boring tho…

You were not expecting this photo to be a shirtless one of Jake, sprawled out on his bed, and looking at the camera with a pout on his face. You had to pick up your jaw from the floor and mentally stop yourself from drooling over his abs, and his chest, and his arms, and the gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. Was that flirting ? It was, for sure. Why would he send you that if it wasn’t ? But how could you respond to that ? Sending a picture of the same type seemed a little too provocative, and you didn’t want to interpret the signs wrong. If he was doing this after only two months, what would he be willing to do in a few weeks ? You were curious to see how far he would go to seduce you. 

jake :  why are you not answering pretty ? too busy checking me out ? 😉 you :  in your dreams. jake :  oh yeah, don’t worry about that, my dreams are already filled with your cute face.

You didn’t dare ask him what he meant by that, busying your mind by ordering your dinner and trying to get the image of Jake’s chest out of your mind.

The whole task of not getting your hopes up revealed to be a lot more difficult than you thought it would be when the universe seemed to team up against you. Or at least, you saw it like that as your professor was listing the groups for the new project of the semester.

“- Y/N and Jake, I want you two together for this. Usually, I’d put you in a weaker group to help but I’m very curious to see what you can do when working hand in hand. And that’s all for today everyone, I’ll see you next week and don’t forget to tell me the angle your presentation will address.”

You couldn’t believe that Mr. Lee really did this. It was not that you were horrified by the idea of having to work with Jake, it was the contrary, really, but it also meant spending a lot of time together, because you wanted your presentation to be perfect. You would have to go to the library together, or go work at his dorm, or invite him to your apartment, and all that will certainly not help you to stop your little - or rather big - crush on him, and neither will it help you to stay focused. 

“- You don’t seem so delighted by the news, pretty.”

His voice interrupted your thoughts, and you lifted your head to meet his pouty face, the one he always had on when he was trying to get your attention. It was cute. And his puppy eyes were too. And there, you were feeling all fuzzy inside once again.

“- Who would be delighted to know that we have a presentation that counts for half of the final note to do before the end of the month ?

- When you put it this way… But I was not really talking about that.”

You sighed as you stood up, checking the time because you had to join Lia and Yeji at your favourite café soon. 

“- I know Jake. I have to go but I’ll text you later to let you know when I am free so we can start to work on that. Bye.”

Jake stood there, mouth slightly open as if he wanted to add something but couldn’t with how fast you left. All this made him wonder if he read the signs wrong or not. He didn’t imagine the way you were often staring at him. He didn’t miss the few times your eyes flicked down to his lips when he was talking to you. He didn’t imagine the way you were shivering every time he touched you, intentionally or not. He didn’t miss how you were always smiling when he was teasing you, even if you tried to look annoyed. 

Or was it only pretending ? Jake didn’t know anymore. But you were not the type of girl to do that, right ? He watched you from afar since he saw you for the first time in this science class, noticing how kind you were with everyone, how funny you were, how pretty you looked, and he also noted how many boys tried to hit on you, and how many of them you sent away. 

That was why he approached you as a friend. Because at least, even if he didn’t succeed in charming you, you could be friends. And it worked until now, you were getting closer and he even saw you blush one or two times when he made a flirty joke. So he didn’t understand why you were like that today. Maybe it was only a bad day for you, you seemed off and didn’t participate as much as usual. It should be that, yeah. That, or Jake was a total fool. 

“- You know the rules Y/N ! You’re late, you pay !”

You sighed but got your wallet out. You were rarely late anyway, so it was not often that you had to pay for the three of you. Your two friends had already ordered your favourite drink and you made your way to the counter to pay before returning to your table and finally relaxing for the first time since you woke up. 

“- You seem exhausted today.”

You nodded at Lia’s word, taking a sip of your caramel latte before answering her indirect question. 

“- I am. I’ve been running all day ! I was late to my first class because my bus times changed and I didn’t know, so I had to wait for the next one and you know Mr Kim, he hates it when we are late and he literally humiliated me in front of the whole class. Then, I realized that I had forgotten the assignment that I had to hand back for one of my lectures, so I had to rush home to get it on my lunch time and couldn’t eat. And the cherry on top is that Mr Lee paired me up with Jake Sim for our next presentation.

- Wow ! That’s a lot, my dear !”

You nodded again, leaning against Yeji’s shoulder to seek some affection and comfort. 

“- Well, all that sucks, but I don’t see how having to spend more time with your crush can be a bad thing ?

- It’s not ! That’s the worst part, I think that he thinks that I don’t want to work with him because I was so dry when I talked to him today, and he looked like a kicked puppy and now I feel guilty.”

Lia reached over to stroke your arm and try to make you feel a little bit better. She knew that you could spiral about the smallest thing you were saying or doing sometimes, overthinking every interaction you had with other people.

“- Just apologize next time, and that should be good. This is nothing that you can’t fix.

- Why are you always right ?”

The blonde shrugged before taking a sip of her own drink, while Yeji led the conversation to how her own day went. But you couldn’t stop thinking about how Jake’s smile fell when he sensed that you were not as enthusiastic as him to work together. You took your phone out, opting to send him a text now, even if you knew that he would not answer right away because he still had some other classes. 

you :  i am free this weekend and wednesday afternoon to work on the project. and sorry if i was too harsh earlier, i just had a really bad day, it was nothing against you. 

You shut off your phone, not expecting a notification to light up the screen just seconds after your last message, trying to hold back a smile from stretching your lips. 

jakey :  this weekend seems good, but i’m going back to my parents so we’ll have to facetime 😉 don’t worry about that pretty, i figured it was not me you were mad at i’m here if you need to talk. you :  i’m good now, but thank you, you’re sweet i’m staying here so call me when you have a moment. and stop texting while you’re in class, idiot !

As he answered you again just to tease you, the weight on your chest flew away. Jake really was a sweet guy, you just couldn’t believe that he was interested in you. He was popular around the campus, whether because of all the rumors about him - mostly false, but they were spreading fast - or because he was incredibly handsome, and a lot of girls were after him, numerous of whom were prettier than you. That was why you had so much trouble understanding why he chose to text you so much. It was not like you to doubt yourself like that, but for some reason, Jake was making you really nervous. Maybe because it was the first time in a while you were really interested in somebody, past just physical attraction, and you didn’t want to fuck it up. 

You read Jake's last text again, the one in which he was telling you that he was going to call you in five minutes, just the time for him to gather all the things he needed to work, and you couldn’t stop biting your nails. There was no logical reason for you to be so stressed out about facetiming with him, especially since it was only to talk about a school project, but you were. You checked your appearance in the little mirror above your desk one more time, but didn’t really get the time to fix your hair, your phone ringing straddling you as you picked up the call immediately, setting up the device against your laptop so it would stay in place without you needing to hold it. 

“- Hi pretty !

- Hi Jake, how you doing ?”

You tried to ease your mind by making small talk with him, but you were distracted every now and then by how veiny his hands were, or by how comfortable his thigh looked to sit on, pressing your own together to stop the warmth spreading in your lower half. It was really not the moment to think about that, even if it was not the first time nor would it be the last. 

“- Did you have an idea of how we could talk about this in an original way ? Because I’m warning you, I don’t want this to be only a boring, classical presentation.”

Jake's deep voice as he chuckled sent your mind to other places you shouldn’t go while working on a science group project. 

“- I should have known you’ll be like this. I’ll send you the research I’ve done so far and you tell me if you see something interesting.”

This was enough to get you to concentrate back on what you had to do, and as soon as you chose your angle, you started to work properly, sometimes making comments that made the other laugh. However, Jake was not able to focus on the article in front of him, too immersed in the contemplation of your figure to get anything done. 

Why did you have to wear this fucking top ? The straps wouldn’t stop falling off from your shoulders, showing a little more skin of your cleavage everytime it did, before you’ll put them in place again. And he could see that you were not wearing a bra, your nipples poking through the material of your top, allowing him to think about how much he wanted to see you naked, how much he wished he could touch them, lick them, suck on them. Your hair were put up in a messy ponytail, and with your glasses on and the serious look on your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to fuck you from behind for some obscure reasons. 

And well, it seemed like he got a little too entranced by his own thoughts because Jake could feel his cock twitch in his pants. Swearing under his breath, he turned around in his desk chair to grab a pillow from his bed and put it on his lap. He didn’t want you to notice that he was hard, the risk being that you would take him for a pervert, which he maybe was but he didn’t want you to think that of him. He was trying to be the perfect, sweet guy. He wanted to take you on proper dates, and offer you flowers before initiating anything sexual between the two of you, even if it was you he saw every time he was jerking off, even if he sometimes had to go to the bathroom after your shared classes because the vision of your thighs in a skirt was enough to make him pop a boner. 

Sadly, the shuffling sounds he made while reaching for his pillow intrigued you enough for you to lift your head and look what Jake was doing, seeing him quickly put the cushion on his lap before going back to taking notes about the article. You weren’t thinking about something naughty for once, only up to tease him a little bit. 

“- What’s with the pillow ? Are you hard or something ?”

Your smirk widened when you saw his ears grow red. It was the first time you were witnessing a blushing Jake, and well, the view was interesting and too funny to let it slide. 

“- Don’t tell me you really are ?”

Jake didn’t dare to look at you anymore, his gaze lost in contemplating one of the posters on his walls, so much more interesting right ? How could he explain himself to you without saying anything disrespectful, because the thoughts he was having just before weren’t really ones a well-mannered and polite guy should have. All he wanted right now was to be swallowed by the floor and bury himself six feet under.  

“- What were you thinking about ? Me ?”

At the way Jake lowered his head even more, you figured that it was, in fact, you that got him hard. And what was supposed to be a silly little joke turned into a whole lot more. The way your laugh died in your throat when you realized made Jake feel even more nervous that he had really made you uncomfortable and that you wouldn’t want to see his face ever again. 

“- I-I am really sorry… Please, don’t think that I'm a creep Y/N ! It’s just… Fuck ! You’re just so hot with your glasses, and your top won’t stop showing your skin, and that’s so embarrassing but it turns me on how smart you are and you explain to me all these things like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever come across.”

You couldn’t believe what you just heard, and it was apparently showing as Jake spared you a glance and turned away immediately, groaning about how stupid he was, and that you could insult him as much as you wanted if it made you feel better. 

“- Jake, just stop and look at me.”

It took some seconds for him to do so. It was a good thing you didn’t decide to end the call and your friendship with him already, he was not going to talk again and push his luck. When his eyes finally landed on you, he gulped loudly, trying to stop himself from getting turned on even more by the intense look you gave him. 

“- Show me. 

- W-What !?

- Show me what I do to you. And maybe I’ll show you what you’re doing to me.”

It was Jake's turn to not believe his ears. He must have looked so dumb, with his mouth hanging open and blinking repeatedly without saying anything because you chuckled cutely at him, pushing your chair back a little. And this time, when you let the straps of your top fall down, it was done on purpose, encouraging Jake to throw away that damn pillow and allow you to take in the appealing view of his boner. He was wearing these grey sweatpants again, and you couldn’t help licking your lips when you imagined how big his dick would be. 

“- I wanna see more, this is not enough for me to forgive you.”

Even if his heart was about to burst out of his chest, a little smirk started to spread on his face. He wasn’t in a position to negotiate, but he liked the game you were leading him into. And your wish was his command. Without a word, Jake got rid of his shirt, throwing the piece of clothing away before looking back at you, happy to find you biting your lips while checking him out. 

“- Like what you see ?

- Don’t be so cocky, you still have to make it up to me.

- And what do you want, pretty ?”

You pretended to think about it, using it as an excuse to drool over his abs a little longer. Because yeah, Jake was insanely hot, and even if you didn’t want him to see how affected you were, your drenched panties should be enough of a clue. 

“- I want to see you jerk off for me. And I want you to tell me all the things you’ve been thinking about doing to me.”

Jake immediately stood up from his desk chair, throwing his sweatpants and boxer away while a quiet “fuck” fell from his lips, bringing a smirk to your face. This was getting way more interesting than science. When he sat down again, you only needed to tilt your head to the side for him to start stroking his cock slowly, releasing a sigh that had you pressing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure you felt building up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his hard dick, wondering about how good he would fill you up, how good he would feel inside of you. 

“- So ? Aren’t you going to say anything ?”

The sound of his hand around his cock was starting to resonate in his room, spreading his pre-cum onto his shaft and going faster. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about you wanting to know his fantasies about yourself, sitting there so prettily but still fully clothed, while he was jerking off for your eyes only. 

“- I-I thought a lot about… About fucking you, especially when you’re wearing these damn skirts.

- What about my skirts ? Don’t you like them ?”

If he wasn’t already blushing, he was definitely right now, not only because of his confession, but mostly because your pouty lips had him thinking about sliding his cock between them and he felt close to cumming already just because of this, just because you were playing with him and he loved it a little too much.

“- Fuck ! I do, I do, but they make me want to eat you out so bad, you have no idea how hard it is to sit next to you when you have them on.”

Jake closed his eyes for a few seconds, missing your proud smile as you watched his face scrunch up in pleasure. Since he did nothing but listen to you – and make you even more wet –  you decided to reward him by removing your tank top, letting him finally see your breast. 

“- You’re so hot Y/N… I wanna touch you…

- But you’ll just have to watch for now, okay ?”

For now ? Jake didn’t want to dig on what you meant, too entranced by the sight of your hands coming up to play with your nipples like he dreamt about doing, forcing another moan out of his mouth. How bad he wished he was the one massaging your boobs right now, how bad he wanted them in his mouth and your hands tugging on his hair. 

“- I want to see more of you, pretty, please…”

Your eyes shifted from his dick to his face, your mouth watering at his fucked out look zeroing on your hands on your chest and fingers pinching your nipples. But hearing Jake beg for you was too pleasing, you needed more of his pleas, more of his airy moans. It was like a drug you were slowly becoming addicted to. 

“- Beg some more, and I’ll think about it. 

- Please Y/N, please, it’s not fair, I want to see your pussy, been dreaming about it, please.”

The fact that he didn’t even hesitate before doing it made your head spin with want, clouding your mind with lust as you got rid of your clothes too and sat down in front of the camera again. 

“- Shit ! You’re so fucking hot pretty, making me want to fuck you so bad. 

- I really wished you were here Jake, wished you could be the one touching me like that.”

As you were talking, you spread your legs for him, your feet sitting on your desk so he had a full view of your soaked pussy and your little fingers playing with your clit. 

“- Is it enough for you ? Or do you want even more ?”

The way Jake’s tongue poked out of his mouth to lick his lips had you thinking back to him eating you out, and how good that would feel. A soft whimper escaped you when you slipped two fingers into your hole, too excited to wait for his answer. The way he was lazily stroking his cock was driving you insane, and you didn’t care if you looked desperate for him anymore, because you were and all you wanted was him right now. 

“- Would feel so much better if it was your fingers…  

- You don’t know how much I want that… You’re so wet, you’re dripping everywhere baby, fuck ! I want to lick your pretty cunt so bad….”

Another moan rolled off your tongue, closing your eyes for a second before opening them again because you didn’t want to miss the show Jake was putting on for you, his hand moving way faster now that he got to witness your naked body and the sinful vision you offered him. Your fingers couldn’t reach that spot you knew he could have, knew that his long hands would be perfect for you. 

“- You want that pretty ? Want me to eat your pussy ? 

- Oh god, yes ! Please Jake, I need it, I need you…”

The way you were saying his name, full of lust and desire, had him coming close to the edge already. He wished he was with you right now, wished he could hear you scream it again and again, wished you would beg him more and more. 

“- I need you too, need you to sit on my cock and ride me.”

He was sitting in the perfect position for you to do just that, and the image wouldn’t leave your mind. You abandoned your nipple to play with your clit, your thighs shaking as you approached your climax. 

“- I’m so close, feels so good… 

- Me too… Cum for me Y/N.”

This was all you needed for your orgasm to wash over you, clenching so hard around your fingers you could barely move them anymore, circling your clit until it felt too much. Jake had to bite his lips and quickly remind himself that he was not home alone to hold himself back from releasing a litany of filthy moans as he spilled all over his abs, covering them in his release that you wanted to lick off from his body so badly. 

During a moment, the only sound was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to get a hold of what just happened. As you were about to say something, a knock against your door interrupted your thoughts, eyes widening in surprise. You rushed to end the call with Jake, not even taking the time for a goodbye before dressing up quickly and trying to not look like you just had the best orgasm of your life as you opened the door of your bedroom. 

“- Are you alright ? I thought I heard you scream…”

You smiled innocently at your Yeji, hoping that she would not interrogate you further because your legs were still weak and trembling and your face was obviously flushed.

“- Oh, yeah, I just hit my toes against the bed, that’s why.”

Luckily, she seemed to accept your excuse and you plopped down on your bed after closing the door behind you. What the fuck just happened ? Did you really have sex over a facetime with Jake ? It was usually something you dreamt about but that never occurred in real life. But with the way he was blowing up your phone, there was no way this was not true. 

If you thought that this would ease the tension between the two of you, you were definitely wrong. Because when you saw each other for the first time after this one call, you felt ten times more attracted to him than before, almost getting wet just seeing him smirk at you as you entered the classroom. Sure, you had texted each other during the week, but neither one of you dared to address the subject directly, too embarrassed and afraid that it would ruin everything. 

But you couldn’t lie : you wore the shortest skirt you owned today on purpose, only because you wanted a reaction out of him. And a reaction you got. As soon as Jake took in your entire outfit, his gaze darkened, mouth opening just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick his lips as if he wanted to devour you. If you weren’t wet already, now, your panties were definitely soaked with the way he was eying you up and down. 

“- Hi Jake ! How was your weekend ? Must have been great to see your parents.”

He didn’t expect you to strike up such a casual conversation with him, but his mind was already far away, staring at the way your skirt rode up your thighs when you sat down, revealing even more of your skin. Jake had to turn his gaze away from you for a few moments to focus back on how to form sentences and answer you. 

“- It was cool, yeah. And how was yours ? Did you have fun ?

- Actually, it was very fun. Something interesting happened.”

The grin stretching out your lips didn’t go unnoticed, Jake’s eyes zeroing on them and wishing he could kiss you right now, wishing he could have you grinding down on his lap and making out with him. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Mr.Lee entered the classroom loudly, as usual. 

“- Hello everyone ! Today you’re gonna work on your projects, and I’ll come see where all of you are so I can help you if you need it.”

Working together turned out to be way more complicated than you thought it would. Jake wouldn’t stop subtly caressing your arms or your hands, coming way more closer to you than necessary when you had something to show him, his thigh pressed against yours underneath the table. But two could play a game, right ? Too bad you dropped your pen on the floor and had to get up to pick it up. Too bad your skirt was so short that when you bent over, Jake could catch a glimpse of your panties. Too bad the hand you landed on his thigh to get his attention was so close to his crotch. 

By the end of the class, you were just dying to come back home and relieve the unbearable heat you were feeling, almost squirming in your chair. If he had you wrecked with only that, you didn’t dare to think of how good he would actually be able to ruin you. But what was infuriating was how he didn’t even seem to be affected by the whole situation, despite his leg bouncing up and down, and his lips swollen from biting them. Still, you wanted to get back at him. After all, it was his fault if your call took another turn, and it was his fault your panties were ruined right now. 

With how fast you escaped the classroom, Jake didn’t expect you to ask him to meet up, especially in an area he knew was unknown by most students. His body was tingling in anticipation, wondering what you were going to do next. Maybe he loved this little game too much, and maybe it was risky because he almost popped a boner in class, but it was worth it if it was for you. 

“- What do you want pretty ?

- Give me your hand.”

You could see that he was confused, but he did what you asked nevertheless, so you could place something in his palm, closing his fingers around what seemed to be a piece of fabric, which was a little damp. 

“- You feel how wet you made me ? This is what you do to me Jake. Now, enjoy your next classes.”

He watched you go away, definitely hard this time when he realized you really gave him your panties, and that the material was, in fact, soaked in your juices. Behind you, you heard him swear loudly and rush to his class to not be late, a smirk spreading on your lips. It was his turn to suffer a little. 

Jake didn’t even take the time to greet his roommate when he came home, tracing a beeline to his room and locking the door before he dropped his bag on the floor. He got out your panties that were stuffed in his pocket, the fabric still a little wet. You were the reason he didn’t pay attention to his last class of the day, not able to understand a single thing his professor was saying. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted to jerk off with them, couldn’t stop thinking of you going home with nothing underneath your skirt. 

That was enough to make him hard all over again. Quickly, Jake got rid of his jeans and underwear, laying down on his bed with a hand already wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Without an ounce of shame, he lifted your panties to his nose, inhaling your scent and immediately moaning. He was already addicted to this, to you, to the way you were playing with him. 

Jake could already feel his tip leaking pre-cum, and he knew that he was not going to last long, especially after you had edged him all day. It was as if he could still feel your hand on his thigh, too close to his crotch for his sanity. And every time you touched his arm to have his attention, it was like your fingers were leaving a trail of fire behind them, a shiver running down his spine every time your warmth left him. 

The smell of your juices was driving him insane, sticking his tongue out to lick it off the material. He sped up his movements unconsciously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, incapable of holding back his moans anymore. He didn’t care if Jay could hear him or not, he didn’t care if what he was doing was disgusting, if he was a creep for loving it all. You already tasted like heaven like this, and he knew that as soon as you’d let him go down on you for real, he would never want to pull out from your pussy ever again. 

Once he could taste nothing but his own saliva that had completely drenched your panties, he wrapped it around his cock, the friction feeling so much better than his own hands, but not coming close to what yours would feel, he knew it. His mind couldn’t stop drifting away to a sick scenario in which you were watching him do all that, in which you were telling him how disgusting he was, in which he was begging for you to touch him. The thought was enough to push him over the edge, moaning your name loudly as he came all over this stomach and your panties. 

“- Fuck…”

Without a second thought, he reached for his pants on the floor, getting his phone out to take a picture of the mess he had made. The material was still wrapped around his cock, making sure you had a great view of his abs covered in his cum and his tip still leaking. As soon as he hit “send”, Jake plopped down on the sheets again, closing his eyes for a while. He knew he had to get up, take a shower and do his homework, but the only thing plaguing his mind was you. Only you. 

Of course, the teasing didn’t stop there, neither of you being able to stop. You had sexted each other during classes, not paying any attention to the actual lesson, too busy telling the other the dirtiest things. It felt even better when Jake did it during your science class, blowing up your phone with messages filled with praises of how gorgeous you looked today, of how your outfit was suiting you perfectly, of how much he wished he could fuck you on your desk right now, of how much he just wanted to get out of here and show you how good he could make you feel. 

You had not given up on your skirts and dresses, which were getting shorter and tighter as time went on. And Jake had not given up on putting his hand on your thigh, which was getting closer and closer to your core everytime you were sitting side by side. The flirting comments he whispered in your ears got more and more unhinged, and the pictures you sent to him got more and more revealing. Jake had started to save them in a locked file, but always making sure to send something back so it was fair - and not at all because he loved the idea of you drooling over his body, or touching yourself while looking at his nudes. 

And even if Jake loved the game, he couldn’t wait for the moment he would finally have you. Because he was so close to breaking down the act when you sent him an audio message of you moaning his name, going on and on about how much you wished he was with you right now, about how much you needed him. It was late at night, and Jake was ready to go to sleep, but he was quick to slip his hand in his underwear, jerking off to the sound of your whines and begs that he listened to on repeat from this moment on. And he was seeing so clearly the sinful image of you fingering yourself that hadn’t left his mind since this video call, the same image that was imprinted in his memories. 

He was almost ready to go out at 1am and come to your apartment, but he was too tired and mostly, he wanted to win, even if it was pointless because he knew that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So he settled on sending you a video just when he was coming, while telling you how bad he wished you could be riding him right now, how bad he wished he could fill you up with his cum. And you replied with a close up of your wet pussy that ended up in his locked file. 

It was also very fun to talk casually in front of everyone else, as if Jake wasn’t fucking you with his eyes, as if you hadn’t sent him another filthy text last night where you were calling him your good boy. The sexual tension between you and Jake was so high that neither Yeji or Jay could even bear to look your way without being disgusted - their words, not yours. And the way you were both always smiling, giggling and blushing everytime the other sent you something had your two friends desesperate for you to finally fuck each other and stop flirting in front of them - again, their exact words. You knew Yeji was happy for you and just liked to tease, but you were just as eager as her to get laid. 

But you will not be the one to give up. You wanted Jake to surrender before you did. Why ? Just because it was much more fun that way. Hence why you were standing so close to Jungwon. And Jake was clearly not having it, watching the two of you from his seat in the classroom, jaw clenched and gaze burning a hole in your friend’s back. The way you were touching his arm and laughing at his jokes shouldn’t have made him jealous. After all, you were not his, you were not his girlfriend, and he didn’t even kiss you yet. But still, it didn’t stop him from wanting to swat Jungwon away from you when he hugged you. 

Your innocent smile as you sat next to him and asked him how his day went so far did not help. He could see right through you, could see that you did that on purpose. And this time, it worked. Jake didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want this to stop, but he had to do it or he would go insane. While you were cautiously taking notes, he took his phone out, accustomed to texting you during class by now. During a little break, you looked at your phone and grinned seeing a new message from Jake, asking you to join him in the same corridor you gave him your panties a few weeks before. You had to bite your lips to not let a big smile invade your whole face, because you knew very well what it meant, your body tingling with excitement. 

At this point, Jake had no self control anymore. All he wanted was you. All he needed was you. And he was not going to survive if he didn’t actually have you in the next few minutes. However, a small part of him was anxious, overwhelming him with the doubt that maybe, just maybe, you really only wanted the game, and not him. He should have heard your footsteps resonating in the empty hallway, but he was into his thoughts and only did acknowledge your presence when you came into his view, not letting him utter a word before you grabbed him by his jacket and kissed him. His brain stopped working, wide eyed and not moving until you let him go. 

“- Are you okay ?”

Jake shook his head at you, before reaching to grab your waist, pushing you against the nearest wall, lips only inches away from yours. 

“- No… You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day Y/N, I want you.

- Then take me.”

That was all he needed to lean in and kiss you again, harder, messier as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You moaned against his lips, tugging him closer to you by his jacket and he took the hint, pushing his body impossibly close to yours. The way he was kissing you, as if he had an insatiable hunger for you, had you wet in seconds, and you could feel his boner pressing against your thigh, an obvious proof that you were just as desperate for this to happen. 

Neither one of you was thinking about the fact that you were in a hallway, and that anyone could walk in on you, heavily making out. It didn’t matter to Jake, too lost in the taste of your lips and tongue against his to care about anything else. He finally had you all for himself, finally had you where he wanted, finally had a taste of you. And he already knew that he was going to get addicted, that he wouldn’t want anyone after you because it was like you were made for him. Eventually, you needed to breathe and had to detach yourself from his lips, Jake chasing yours and letting a quiet whine escape him when you started to grind your hips against his. 

“- Fuck… Do you feel how bad I need you pretty ?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself with making sentences, not when he was holding your gaze and all you could see in his eyes was lust and desire. This look alone made you want to drop on your knees for him right now, and the way he started to pepper your neck with his kisses didn’t help either, taking a hold of his hair and moving faster against him. 

“- I need you too Jake… Need you to use me…

- Don’t say that if you don’t want to get fucked for everyone to see.”

His voice had dropped lower, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck where you knew for sure he had already left some hickeys. And he didn’t feel guilty at all. He wanted everyone to know you were his, even if you technically weren’t. Jake knew that if he didn’t leave now, he would never have the strength to do so. 

“- I have to go pretty…

- I know…”

You knew but you kissed him again anyway, hoping that the taste of his lips against yours would linger for as long as possible. When Jake finally had the courage to stop you, he was already ten minutes late for his next class and cock hard as a rock in his pants, but who cared if he got to have you all needy and desperate for him - as if he wasn’t just as needy and desperate for you. 

“- Come over at mine tonight, okay ? I’ll kick Jay out, and I’ll be all yours pretty.

- Okay, text me later ?

- I will.”

Jake pressed one last kiss on your forehead before he started to run for his class, praying that it would be enough for him to calm down and stop thinking about all the things he was going to do to you. 

Jake was probably more nervous right now than he had ever been in his entire life, and he had had many situations to be anxious about. However, the fact that you were going to come over in less than five minutes made his palms sweat and his heart beat faster. He didn’t really know why he was feeling so panicked, because you obviously showed him on numerous occasions how much you were yearning for him too, there was no way you would stand him. But if he did something wrong ? If it was not what you had expected and you decided that you didn’t want to see him again after that ? 

This last idea in particular was running in his head. Because he didn’t want to have you just for one night, he didn’t want to fuck you and then let you walk away as if he wasn’t crazy over you, as if you didn’t make him feel shy everytime you smiled at him. But the more he was thinking about it, the more his heart ached at the scenario. So he stuck to trying to distract himself on his phone until you arrived. 

He didn’t really do anything in particular, didn’t litter the whole place with rose petals and candles, but everything was cleaned perfectly and he even cooked so you had something to eat if you happened to be hungry. It was strange to be suddenly so anxious about meeting up with you. Because he was not nervous when he texted you all his fantasies about you, he was not nervous when he sent you pics and videos of his dick, he was not even nervous when he made out with you in this corridor later. But now, he could feel his hands shaking as he tried his best to open the door for you without looking like a complete idiot. But how was he supposed to stay calm and collected when you were standing at his door, wearing a little black dress that took his breath away. 

“- Are you going to let me in or not ?”

Jake finally snapped out of his haze hearing your teasing tone, and he had to mentally restrain himself from letting his eyes wander all around your silhouette. And immediately, he forgot all about being anxious, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it quickly. Your whole body felt on fire from his hands on your waist alone. 

“- I’ve waited so long for this, pretty, wanted you since the first day.”

Your own hands came to play with his hair, bringing his face closer to yours, grinning as he tried to focus on your eyes and lips at the same time. 

“- Yeah ? Wanna show me how much ? 

- I’m going to make you feel so good, make you scream my name for all the neighbors to hear.”

You licked your lips, your gaze locking with each other. Slowly, Jake’s face got closer to yours, one of his hands leaving your waist to rest on your cheek, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. He wanted all this to be perfect, wanted to take his time with you, wanted to hold you close to him and satisfy every one of your needs. But as soon as he got another taste of you, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more, all the teasing from these past months reaching its climax as he devoured you, his tongue passionately dancing with yours. 

You couldn’t hide anymore the effect he had on you, the slightest brush of his thigh against yours having you sighing in his mouth. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him, more of his skin against yours. That was why you let your hands drop from his neck to the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers underneath the material, finally able to touch the beautiful abs you could only see in pictures and videos. 

Jake’s eyes landed on the hickeys he left earlier, smirking at the fact that your dress didn’t hide them at all. And he made it his mission to cover the other side of your neck as well, his kisses trailing from the corner of your mouth, along your jawline and finally landing on the sensitive skin that he immediately started licking and nipping at. He was used to hearing your little whimpers of pleasure, but it was even more addicting to hear them when he was the one provoking them, even better when he could feel your hands tugging on his hair, even better when he could grip your ass at the same time. 

“- Jake… I need you…

- Mh ? But you have me pretty…”

You could feel his grin against the skin of your neck as he kept sucking on it, his hand slipping underneath your dress to feel your bare skin. He could be as cocky as he wanted, in the end he was getting even more hard just by kneading at the plush flesh of your thighs. And you knew that, and you wouldn’t let his arrogance be. One of your hands came up to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes while the other slid down to his crotch, squeezing his hard on enough for Jake to let out a gasp of both surprise and pleasure. 

“- Don’t get so confident baby, you know how good I am at edging you and you don’t want that now, do you ?

- No…”

His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parted, breathing heavily and eyes wide open. You were sometimes getting more assertive in your texts, but to really experience it was different. He loved when you were begging him, but if you wanted him to play in your fantasy and dominate him, you could bet that he would be the best sub ever. 

“- Good boy. Take me to your room.”

That was all Jake needed to carry you through his apartment, managing to get to his bed while kissing you again, and again, and again. He laid you down on his sheets, unaware of how hot you thought he was for being able to do that so effortlessly. You wanted to get on top of him and worship him all night. But for now, you simply watched him discarding his shirt and sweatpants on the floor, biting your lips at the sight.

“- Come here.”

And he did it, caging you in with his arms before going back to kissing you while you let your hands roam around his body, touching up every inch of skin you could reach - his back, his arms, his abs, everything. You needed to have his skin against yours, to really feel him. His own fingers were sliding underneath your dress, caressing your thighs, your ass, your lower back. But all these clothes were getting annoying, he wanted to see you, have your whole body in display for his gaze only. He needed to see in person what you had shown him so many times in pictures and videos. 

“- Can I take these off ?”

You simply nodded, a sigh of relief coming out of your mouth when Jake helped you get rid of everything you were wearing, starting from your jacket that you didn’t even have the time to discard because he immediately jumped on you. Then, he threw away your little boots and your socks, and finally your dress, revealing the black, laced lingerie set you had on. Another smirk played on your lips when you saw shock as well as lust play in his eyes. 

“- You like it ?”

His hands were almost shaking as he put them back on your body, grazing the skin with his fingers slowly. If he liked it ? He could feel his cock twitching at the view alone. You were like a sinful goddess, and you were here for him only, sprawled out on his bed, waiting for him to make you feel good. 

“- Fuck, yes, you’re so hot pretty… Can I touch you ?”

You smiled at him, finding his carefulness even more attractive. As an answer, you took his hands in your own, guiding them to your breast, letting him massage it over your bra as he looked at you like you casted a spell on him. And truth be told, you might have done just that because he soon found himself unable to keep his hands for himself. In the span of a few seconds, Jake had pushed your boobs out of the coffin of your bra, his lips coming down to play with one of your nipples while his fingers were giving attention to the other. 

Your hands quickly came back down to grab his hair, whines leaving your mouth every time his own closed around your nipple. Your mind was already clouded with pleasure and desire, having waited for too long for exactly that to happen, and you didn’t have any patience left : you wanted his cock, and you wanted it now. In one swift movement - and because Jake didn’t expect you to do that - you managed to get him on his back where you were laying seconds before, straddling his lap. Immediately, he found your waist again, his big hands tugging you closer to his cock, where he needed you.

“- If you wanted to be on top, you could’ve just said that, princess.”

You wanted to kiss that stupid, proud grin out of his face, but instead you decided to strip him from his underwear, finally getting to see his cock for real. And it was even more pretty, even more bigger, even more perfect for you. 

“- I just need your cock, I don’t care how, I just need it.”

How eager you were to touch him too had Jake groaning and releasing a moan as soon as you started to stroke his cock. He loved the fact that you simply took what you wanted from him, and he was ready to let you use him in any way you wished if that made you happy. However, all the times he imagined how your hand would feel around his dick couldn’t compare to how it really was, to how good it really was. 

“- Do whatever you want to me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to lower your head and be at the same level as his cock, sticking out your tongue immediately and coming to lick his flushed tip. The sight was unholy, tempting him to push the rest of his shaft in between your lips right now. Jake couldn’t even recall all the times he closed his eyes and thought about your mouth closing around his dick instead of his hands. And now you were really there, spitting on it and spreading your saliva before taking him in your mouth. 

He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his hands coming down to take a hold of your hair, following the movement of your head. The feeling of having you suck his dick couldn’t compare to anything he had fantasized about before. And if you weren’t so busy trying to fit his big cock in your throat, you would have teased him because he looked so fucked out already and you hadn’t done anything yet. Little by little, you managed to fit all of him down your throat, and the moan he let out at you hollowing your cheeks, making you even more wet if possible. 

“- Fuck ! Your mouth feels so warm, so good…”

Even when you started to bob your head up and down, he didn’t look down at your face, but you wanted his full attention, wanted to see him lose all his composure. Your hands were resting against his thighs, and you started to graze his skin with your nails, effectively getting him to open his eyes and focus on you again. Another moan left his lips just from seeing you like this.

“- Please, don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, feeling his grip on your hair tightening as you took him all the way down once more. If Jake wasn’t trying to not lose his mind over how well you were taking him, he would have loved to wipe the smug expression out of your face. But for now, all he could do was moan and whine and look at you through hooded eyes, loving how much of a mess you were, with a mix of saliva and pre-cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. He couldn’t resist anymore the urge to thrust his cock up in your mouth, closing his eyes again at the feeling of your tight throat around him.

“- Wanna cum in your mouth so bad pretty, can I ? Please, please, let me…”

You hummed in agreement, far too fucked out yourself to do anything else than taking what he was giving to you. At this point, he was simply using you for his own pleasure but you just let him because you loved it, loved how he claimed you by ruining your throat. 

“- Shit Y/N ! Gonna fill you up, yeah ?”

A moan escaped you, the vibration sending Jake over the edge, his hips halting their movement, buried deep inside of your warm mouth and spilling his load right there, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow it all. Jake felt on cloud nine, and he knew that he would not need anyone else for the rest of his life because you were definitely made for him, perfect for him. You got one second to breathe when Jake pulled on your hair, taking you away from his cock and bringing you up to his lips, kissing you deeply and tasting himself on your tongue, loving the nasty mix of both your saliva and his cum. When he finally let you go, you couldn’t help but zeroing again on his red, swollen lips that he was biting while looking intently at you.

“- You did so well for me, pretty, such a good girl.”

His forehead was pressed against yours, cupping your face, thumbs whipping away the tears who had rolled down your cheeks. You felt even more turned on by how thoughtful he was, by his praises, by his sweet gestures despite being so rough with you.

“- Need you Jake…

- Want me to return the favor ?

- Yes, please…”

You felt so desperate for any kind of touch, your body tingling with anticipation as Jake switched position and laid you down on the bed again. He’ll get you to sit on his face another time, when his mind will be clear enough, when he’ll have the patience and self control to make you cum at least two times. He quickly got rid of your bra, even if you looked heavenly in them. But the sight of your naked body was even more appealing. Soon, his hands were all over you again, roaming around your skin and making you shiver. His lips found purchase on your neck again, littering it with more of his kisses and marks. 

“- Don’t tease, please, I want you so bad…”

A single swear escaped Jake’s lips as he helped you out of your panties, bringing them to his nose and making a show out of sniffing them and groaning at the intoxicating scent, allowing you to picture how he looked when he had jerked off with your ruined underwear. Then, he threw them away somewhere in his room, not caring where it landed and grabbing you by your thighs to bring you close to his face, holding them wide open for him. The view of your bare and wet pussy had him getting hard all over again. 

“- Such a pretty cunt baby, bet you taste just as sweet.”

His praises had you shying away from his dark gaze, but you were not able to hold back your little whimpers. Jake chuckled lightly before diving straight into your wet folds, having had enough of teasing you when he was just as desperate to taste you as you were to feel him. The second he licked up your wetness, it was over for him. He could be as cocky as he wanted but not when he felt his cock throbbing only at the taste of your pussy, not when you were invading all his senses as he buried his face between your plush thighs, sucking harshly on your clit. 

Every moan that came out of your lips only spurred him on to continue, to go harder. When he felt you squirming around, he made sure to grip your thighs and keep them in place for him to have better access to your cunt. The way his skillful tongue was taking turns between playing with your clit, licking up your folds and going inside had you losing your mind already, both hands coming down to tug on his hair as if you wanted to keep him there forever. 

“- Fuck ! Jake…”

He opened his eyes again at hearing your cries of his name, diving in your lustful gaze. Your parted lips allowed you to whine out everytime his mouth was on you, your cheeks were dusted pink because of the unbearable heat of your body and your hair was a tangled mess, thanks to Jake’s hands earlier. But to him, you never looked better, an heavenly sight for only him to witness. 

“- Feels good pretty ?”

You nodded along, a quiet whimper echoing through the room at the loss of contact with his wet muscle. 

“- Yes ! Yes, so good…”

Jake knew that, but to hear you say it had a smirk playing on his lips, and you couldn’t even be mad about it because he was looking insanely hot doing it. You could feel the pad of his fingers creeping up the skin between your knees and hips, so slowly it made shivers come alive on your whole body. And when he was almost touching your wet folds, he started all over again with your other leg, this time going as far as debuting at your ankle, and coming up even more lazily. 

“- Please…

- Please what, pretty ?

- You know what I’m talking about !”

Your pouting face was too cute for Jake to not want to tease you more. He loved it when you made him go crazy, loved when you were getting him hard in the most inappropriate situations because you sent him a picture of your boobs. But it was also enjoyable to have you in the palm of his hand, dying for him to touch you. He rested his hands on the insides of your thighs, so close to where you needed him and yet so far away. 

“- Hum, I don’t think so baby, you need to use your words if you want something.”

The grin on his face got even wider when he witnessed the way your hole clenched around nothing at his demanding tone, at his deep, low voice. He suspected that you had a thing for it since you were always biting your lips when he facetimed you early in the morning or late at night with his hoarse voice. 

“- Come on, don’t get shy on me now, you told me a lot more worse before.”

You did. You definitely did with all the filthy texts you exchanged, and all the photos, videos and audios you sent, and your panties which were still sitting in one of his drawers like the ultimate proof of how naughty you were. 

“- Want your fingers…

- Here we go. That wasn't so difficult, princess, was it ?”

You shook your head no as Jake dived back into your cunt, his lips finding their spot back on your clit, while his hand finally reached your wet folds. His touch was as light as a feather, but still enough to tear a noise out of you, still enough to make you crave more. All it took was a slight tug on the strands of hair you were still gripping and suddenly, you could feel one of his fingers entering you slowly, so as to not hurt you. 

“- Good ?”

You nodded energetically, releasing a sigh of relief to have something filling your empty pussy, and you didn’t even need to tell Jake for him to understand that you wanted more, inserting another finger while still playing with your clit with his tongue. And when he started to pump his fingers in and out, you knew that you wouldn’t last long, especially not when he seemed to have figured out exactly how to make you lose your mind. You couldn't stop the noises from coming out of your mouth anymore, pushing Jake's head even closer to your core if that was even possible, grinding on his face as pleasure coursed through your veins and the knot in your stomach snapped. 

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and you almost didn't feel his gentle kisses on your inner thighs to help you come down off your high. What you did feel though was him pulling out his fingers and bringing them to your lips. He smiled sweetly at your obedience, watching you through his lashes as you opened your mouth and let him bury them inside, even moaning around his fingers just like you did around his dick.  

“- So good for me, fuck, you're so pretty…”

He wanted to lick off your lips the string of saliva connecting them to his fingers, wanted to make out with you and your pussy for the rest of his life. Silence came back in his room, only broken by your heavy breathings, looking into each other's eyes as if you could read your minds. 

“- You’re gonna fuck me or not ?”

Your teasing smirk and the challenging tone of your voice brought a grin on his face, which widened at the strangled moan you let out when he grabbed your hips and forced you to turn around, getting you on your knees, ass up and pushing your head down his pillow. He was doing with his hands everything he did with his words : ordering you around, telling you how to place the camera so he had the best view of your dripping cunt, not letting you cum before he did. Without letting you have any more time to think, Jake was pushing the tip of his cock between your folds, sliding right in with how wet you were. You couldn’t see him from your position, but you could hear his deep groan as you clenched around him. 

“- All you need is a little bit of dick to shut your big mouth uh ?”

You wanted to protest, to say no, to answer something that would have made him shut up, but all that came out of your lips was a cry of his name as he thrusted all the way in. If he wasn’t holding your hips up, you would’ve collapsed, overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure in your body at feeling so full suddenly. 

“- Yeah, that’s it, just a slut who needs to be fucked.”

As much as Jake wanted to sound composed, his voice was shaking, and the moan that left him just after was really far from composed. The feeling of your tight, warm, velvety walls had him wondering why he waited so long before fucking you because it had to be what heaven felt like. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, only to thrust back inside roughly, the sound of your whimpers mingling with his deep groans. 

“- Fuck ! You’re perfect for my cock, pretty little pussy.”

At this point, you could only whine in his pillow, mumbling on and on about how good he felt, about how you had wanted this for so long. And Jake wanted to be cocky about it, wanted to tease you for being so desperate for his cock, but he wasn’t doing any better, barely resisting the urge of painting your walls white on the spot. You had told him so many times over text and even during your calls how much you wanted him to fuck you raw, how much you needed him to fill you up to the brim, it was the only thing he could think about right now. 

“- You want me to fill you up with my cum ? Is that what you want ?”

You moaned in response, your brain too mushy to think about anything else than the way the tip of his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over. But that didn’t seem to satisfy him as he pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Another noise fell out of your lips at his rough actions and you could feel the smirk on his lips when they brushed against your ear while he was talking. 

“- Words pretty.

- Yes, fuck ! I want your cum Jake, want it all, please !”

- Such a good little slut, shit !”

You felt your eyes watering again with the increasing speed of Jake’s thrusts, the rush of pleasure through your body too good to resist anymore. Your orgasm washed over you before you could even register it, leaving you a moaning and incoherent mess in his hold. The feeling of your cunt getting even more tight was enough for Jake to cum too, spilling his load inside of you with a throaty groan. 

You were tired, but still, the tingling sensation in your core was there. You wanted more of his cock, more of his moans, more of his hands on you, more of him. A quiet whine fell from your lips when Jake started kissing your back up and down, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the skin he had marked. And you knew all of this was supposed to be sweet and caring, but all it did was turn you on even more, your cunt squeezing his cock that was still buried inside. You felt some of his cum spilling out and sliding down your thighs, followed closely by a swear from Jake.

“- You’re getting me hard again pretty…”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, lips swollen and red from his kisses, and hair a mess because of his hands. And Jake could swear it was the most divine you’ve ever looked - when he had just ruined you.

“- Let me ride you then. 

- Fuck, yes.”

You chuckled at his eagerness when he pulled out from your leaking cunt, trying not to drool at the sight as he plopped down on his bed, grabbing your thighs and bringing you on his lap. But you couldn’t really make fun of him when you had dreamt about this for just as long. You traced along the marks that already started to blossom on his skin, grinning proudly at your work and loving how sensitive Jake was, taking a deep breath as you took his cock in your hand, brushing the tip against your entrance. 

“- Y/N… Please…”

The way the word came so easily to him paired with his whine of your name convinced you to not make him wait any longer and to sink on his dick instead, both of you moaning at the feeling. It felt so much deeper this way, and you knew only from the photos that he was big, but you were only acknowledging just how much now. 

“- Feels so good Jake, love your big cock…”

He desperately wanted to answer something, wanted to tell you how delicious you were, but you took his breath away when you started rocking your hips back and forth. And suddenly, the only thing he was able to think about was you. His hands were on your waist, but he didn’t have enough consciousness left to even help you bounce up and down, simply staring at you, mesmerized. 

A flood of dirty words was coming out of your mouth, praising him and his dick, telling him how good he felt, how handsome he was. And Jake loved the attention, loved to feel your hands dangerously close to his neck, close enough for him to want your fingers wrapped around his throat, close enough for you to purposely restrict his breathing a little without really choking him. Only the squelching of your mixed juices and the ones of your cries of pleasure could be heard in the room, both of you too fucked out to care about anything else than your release. 

“- Can I cum inside again, pretty, please ? Please, let me…

- Yes, want it so bad !”

Jake closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm approaching, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts. He was only able to do it a few times before his cock twitched, cumming deep inside. He kept you down on his lap until he felt on the verge of passing out. The erotic moans and whimpers he let out triggered your own climax, and everything was even more intense because of the slight overstimulation. You grinned your hips against him a few more times before your arms and legs gave out and you collapsed on top of him, his arms immediately wrapping around your sweaty body. 

You closed your eyes for a moment, and you were almost ready to fall asleep when Jake moved you off of him and stood up. You whined and grabbed him by his wrist, trying to pull him back to the bed with you. 

“- I’m just going to take something to clean us up pretty, I’ll be quick, promise.”

Jake smiled fondly at your pouty lips before kissing them and running to the bathroom to find a towel. He rapidly cleaned your skin, delicately whipping it down and handed you one of his shirts to cover up when he saw you shiver. He discarded the towel on the floor, not having the energy to do anything else than going to sleep with you in his arms right now. He slipped under the covers after having put on some shorts. 

You directly snuggled up to him, hiding your face in his neck and breathing his scent in. And Jake couldn’t help the big smile stretching out his lips when he tightened his hold around your waist and distinctly heard you hum against his skin.

“- Y/N ?”

You lifted your head when he broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you, taking in his soft smile, his shiny eyes and his disheveled hairs. Maybe he had looked more put together before, but to you, he was the most beautiful like this. 

“- Will you be my girlfriend ?”

And you couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile and shake your head. Sometimes, he was very silly. Sometimes, he could be considered childish. But he was able to bring back sunshine when your days were filled with gray clouds, and he could make you laugh anytime you felt down. Your hands came up to cup his face, delicately brushing your thumbs against his cheekbones. 

“- You know, you’re very charming Jake Sim, it’s hard to resist you.”

This time, it was him who hid in your neck, holding you even tighter if it was possible. And you giggled heartedly, a sound that Jake would never get sick of hearing. And maybe he had lost your game, but he had won something even more precious. 

BONUS : 

You picked up your phone when getting out of the store, holding a little plastic bag with everything you needed to cook a delicious breakfast for you and Jake. Speaking of whom, you had a bunch of messages from him, asking where you were, and if you had ran away. Texts saying how sorry he was if he was too pushy last night, that he would let you as much time as you wanted if it was what you needed. And endless apologies, over and over. You only answered with a quick message letting him know that you would be back quickly.

Meanwhile, Jake was really panicking. When he woke up and felt the space beside him empty and that your clothes weren’t littering the floor of his bedroom anymore, all remnants of sleepiness left his body, immediately looking around the apartment to see if you were anywhere. It was stupid, he knew it, if you had left, it was certainly for a good reason, but he couldn’t help asking himself if maybe you had come to the conclusion that you didn’t want to be with him. He sat down on one of the kitchen stools, biting his nails while waiting for you to say something else but you didn’t, and stress took over him again. 

When you pushed the door open, you were only met with Jake's worried look waiting for you in the kitchen. He was only wearing the same pair of gray sweatpants as last night and you couldn’t stop your mind from going back to how good it all felt, but the object of your fantasies stopped your thoughts from going too far.

“- Where were you !? 

- I was at the store down the street, to buy us breakfast.”

You lifted your bag and dropped it on the kitchen counter before making your way over to Jake until you could run your fingers through his hair. The hands of the boy came up to rest on your waist, only noticing now that you were wearing his clothes, his heart beating faster at the view. 

“- Didn’t you see my note ?”

You looked around and saw that it was still where you had left it, immediately showing it to Jake who was getting more and more embarrassed for getting so worked up over something so stupid. 

“- I’m sorry, I just thought that maybe you didn’t mean what you said last night and that you realized that this morning and decided to leave…”

Jake hesitantly looked up at your face to find you smiling fondly at him. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, and another one, and another one, until you had peppered his whole face with kisses and made him giggle shyly.

“- You’re an idiot if you think you’re going to get away from me so easily, I’m not letting you go. 

- Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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THE HUNTER'S BARGAIN (SMUT)

Succubus!Mina x Succubus!Momo x Succubus!Sana x Demon Hunter!Male Reader

AN: Oh God MISAMO Succubi! This story is probably one of my favorite to write hehe. Enjoy!💗

The ruins were quiet when you entered, sword drawn and senses alert. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the cracked altar, where offerings once lay for gods that no longer listened. Now, only whispers echoed here. Faint, feminine ones.

You weren’t surprised.

You’d been tracking demonic energy for weeks—always one step behind the trail of vanished men and melted sigils. But this… this felt like bait. And you, like a fool, walked straight into it.

The scent hit first—cloying sweetness, like roses laced with blood and something far more carnal. Lust. Heavy, oppressive, impossible to ignore.

And then you heard them.

A giggle. A breath. A sigh.

"You made it, hunter," came a smooth voice from the shadows, low and elegant, silk-wrapped steel.

Mina stepped into view first. Graceful. Regal. Wearing something sheer that clung like fog, her eyes unreadable but gleaming. Her horns curled like a crown, her tail swaying with lazy authority.

"We were starting to think you’d never come," said another voice—lighter, sing-song, with a mischievous lilt.

Momo lounged on the broken edge of the altar like it was her throne. Her smile was wide, eyes glittering with amusement. One of her legs swayed back and forth as if bored… or anticipating something delicious.

Then came the third.

"Don’t be mean, Momo," Sana cooed, stepping close enough that you had to grip your blade tighter. She was close—too close. Her fingers brushed your chest, and her smile was far too tender. "He came for us. He couldn’t resist."

You shoved her back.

"You’re demons," you snapped. "I don’t need a reason to kill you."

Sana didn’t even flinch. If anything, she looked delighted.

"Ooh… feisty."

Mina’s head tilted. "But we’re not here to fight, little hunter. We’re here to make a deal."

You scowled. "I don’t make deals with parasites."

"Then make an exception," Momo purred, slipping off the altar and circling behind you, breath warm against your ear. "We only want one night. Let us devour you, and we’ll tell you where the high demon is nesting. You’ll get your victory… and a taste of something sweeter."

Sana twirled a finger in your hair. "Just one night. No tricks. No bindings. Just you… and us."

You could lie to yourself and say you were resisting for justice, but your fists were clenched because your blood was burning. Their presence wasn’t just seductive—it was invading. Magic hummed through the air like the thrum of a drumbeat deep in your chest. Your skin tingled where their gazes lingered.

"I could snap your neck right now," you growled.

Mina stepped closer. "Then why haven’t you?"

You met her gaze. Her lips curled slowly. A cruel little smile.

"...Fine," you bit out. "But I want the truth. About the demon."

"You’ll have it," Mina said, lifting a hand and tracing a glowing rune in the air. It shimmered gold for a second, then burst into flame.

"The circle is sealed," she said. "Now you can’t run."

Momo giggled. "Not that you’ll want to."

Sana leaned into your side, fingers snaking beneath your jacket. "Let’s see what a hunter tastes like."

You reached for your blade again—but it was too late. The circle had sealed.

Their eyes glowed.

Your fate was sealed.

The rune-circle flared beneath your feet.

A blinding rush of heat surged through the stone floor like a living thing, humming up your boots, coiling around your calves, licking higher with each second—like a serpent made of magic. You staggered slightly as the sensation wrapped your thighs, your spine, until it reached the base of your neck and burrowed into your skin like a lover's breath.

It wasn’t pain.

It was possession.

You weren’t afraid—but you were definitely hard. Painfully, shamefully hard. The kind of arousal that made you feel hunted from the inside out. Like your own body had betrayed you the moment they looked at you.

And they knew it.

“Mm, what’s this?” Momo’s voice sing-songed behind you like the sound of wicked wind chimes. Playful, cruel, curious. She stepped into your space with no hesitation, arms coiling around your waist. Her nails dragged across your abdomen, trailing lower.

“All that bravado,” she purred, “but you’re already twitching for us.”

Her fingers traced the outline of your cock beneath your gear—blatant and bold—and you clenched your jaw, fighting the involuntary jerk of your hips.

“Tch—get off—” you growled, trying to twist away. But she only laughed, soft and breathy, and began mouthing at your neck. Her lips grazed skin like silk, then bit down hard enough to leave a mark.

You didn’t know if it was a threat or a kiss.

“Momo,” came Mina’s voice from the front of the room—slow, regal, honey poured over ice. “Don’t break the toy before we’ve unwrapped him.”

Her tone was light, but you heard the command in it. And Momo heard it too.

“Fine,” she said with a mock sigh, licking the shell of your ear one last time. “I’ll be gentle… for now.”

“He’s not a toy,” Sana whispered suddenly from your right.

You hadn’t even noticed her move closer. Her voice was reverent. Starving. One hand brushed your cheek with surprising softness, the other already working at the buckles of your armor—like she'd memorized the way you were put together.

“He’s ours.”

The chest plate hit the stone floor with a heavy clang, echoing like the toll of a bell.

Your breathing grew shallow as their hands moved in tandem—slow, methodical, and maddeningly intimate. Each strap unbuckled, each piece of leather peeled away felt like another wall crumbling. Bit by bit, they unmade your armor, not like enemies disarming a warrior, but like lovers undressing their prize.

You stood there—bare, hard, and surrounded.

Still, you glared at Mina. The last thread of control.

“This is what demons do, huh?” you hissed. “Trap and seduce?”

Mina stepped into your space, and your heartbeat spiked. Her presence was overwhelming. A woman born of dark royalty, magic bleeding from her skin like perfume. She raised her hand and touched your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“No, hunter,” she murmured, voice velvet-dark. “This is what you chose. You could’ve walked away. You wanted this. You wanted us.”

You hated how your knees almost buckled at her tone.

Her voice poured into your head like wine—warm, drugging, delicious—and you could already feel yourself sliding under. Trembling, not from fear… but from anticipation.

“You act like this isn’t what you’ve dreamed of,” Mina whispered, leaning in so close her lips brushed your ear. “Being touched. Worshiped. Ruined.”

Behind you, Momo laughed.

“Mina’s right. You’re so easy to read,” she giggled. “Wanna bet I can make you cum with just my mouth? I’ll edge you until you beg like a good little mutt.”

Sana’s arms looped around your chest like vines made of silk, pulling herself flush against your back. Her lips found the nape of your neck. “Don’t listen to her, baby. You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you everything. I’ll ride you until you cry for it.”

You shuddered as her nails raked down your torso—light, then rough. Every nerve was singing. The magic circle pulsed with your heartbeat, and somewhere deep in your soul, you knew this was more than just physical. They weren’t just touching you. They were claiming you.

Then Mina guided you backward. The altar was cold stone, but you barely felt it. Your mind was heat and heartbeat and the brush of her fingers against your thighs. She pushed your legs apart and knelt between them with the ease of a queen descending to claim her throne.

She looked up at you.

“Don’t look away,” she whispered.

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Her lips descended. Slow. Sinful. She didn’t dive in. She savored you. Her tongue dragged a long, deliberate stripe from the base of your cock to the tip, pausing to press a soft, reverent kiss there.

“You taste like anger,” she murmured, voice low and hot against your skin. “I’ll fix that.”

Then her lips wrapped around you, and you nearly lost it right there.

Her mouth was perfect. Warm. Wet. Unyielding. She took you halfway, tongue flicking beneath the head with practiced cruelty. Her throat contracted when you tried to buck. Her hands held your thighs down with elegant force.

“F-fuck…”

Mina smiled around your cock.

Before you could lose your mind, Momo straddled your lap. Her skin was flushed and golden in the firelight. Naked. Hungry. Her hips rocked in lazy, teasing circles against your thigh.

She grinned, watching Mina’s pace, then leaned close.

“She’s good, right?” she whispered. “But I’m better.”

Her fingers pinched your nipple, and you gasped, body twitching.

“You’ll really lose it when it’s my turn.”

You whimpered as Mina slid deeper, suction tightening, her throat working around you like velvet heat. Then—pop—she pulled off with a delicate gasp, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

And Momo shoved you down flat onto the altar.

“My turn~”

She didn’t waste time. Her body was all movement, all pressure. She rocked her soaked folds against your cock, coating you in her slick arousal. But she didn’t let you in. Not yet.

You tried to thrust up.

She smacked your thigh.

“Uh-uh,” she giggled. “Not until you beg. Say please, hunter. Say you need it.”

You growled, grabbing her hips, trying to wrest control—but she only smiled wider, like that was exactly what she wanted.

Then, without warning, she sank down. All of her. In one smooth, wet plunge.

Your head hit the altar with a groan.

“Oh fuck—”

“Yessss,” Momo moaned, rolling her hips. “That’s it. Stretch me. Fill me. Fucking use me.”

The rune circle throbbed with each thrust. Every movement echoed in your bones, magnified by the magic. You couldn’t tell where her heat ended and yours began.

From the edge of the altar, Sana watched with wide eyes and flushed skin, fingers buried between her thighs. Her voice was low, broken with breath. “You’re so beautiful like this. Ruined. Shaking. Desperate.”

Momo leaned down and bit your lip.

“Don’t finish yet,” she whispered, eyes glowing. “We’re not done with you.”

She pulled off, slick and gasping—and just when your orgasm threatened to snap—

Sana was there.

Her body coiled over yours like vines in bloom. She grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and kissed you so hard you saw stars. Then she aligned herself—and slammed down onto your cock.

You choked.

“I need it,” she moaned, trembling. “I’ve needed you for so long.”

You tried to speak. To push her back. But she caught your face between her hands and rode you like you were the only thing keeping her alive.

“Mine,” she snarled. “You’re mine now.”

Her nails raked blood across your chest. Her pace was desperate—sloppy and perfect. She kissed you between every moan, her voice breaking.

“I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” she hissed, hips slamming into yours. “I’ll fuck you until you forget every other name but mine. You love this. You love me. Say it.”

You couldn’t.

You came.

Harder than you ever had.

Your body arched. Your scream echoed through the runes. And Sana collapsed against your chest, twitching through her own orgasm, sobbing your name like a prayer.

But the circle didn’t break.

Because Mina was already crawling over you again, her fingers glowing with summoned power.

“Oh no, hunter,” she purred, straddling your hips with slow grace. “We said one night…”

Her smile deepened.

“Not one round.”

The air reeked of sex, sweat, and something older. Darker. A magic that curled around your spine like smoke.

You should’ve been done. Spent. Empty.

But the circle pulsed again.

And Mina's voice cut through your haze like the whisper of a blade.

“Don’t fade yet, hunter,” she purred, her bare thighs straddling your hips again. Her cunt hovered just above your cock—still twitching, still hard. “We’re not even close to done.”

Your hands clenched against the stone.

“No,” you growled.

Mina raised a brow.

“No?” she echoed, amused.

You sat up fast, forcing Sana off your chest and catching Mina by the shoulders before she could mount you again. She gasped—just barely surprised—and you pushed her back, flipping her onto her back. For a moment, just a breath, you were in control. Your body moved on instinct, adrenaline cutting through the afterglow like a blade through silk.

“You think I’m just gonna lie here and let you use me?” you hissed, looming over her. “I’m not some toy for you to—”

Before you could finish, something snaked around your wrist.

You barely had time to look down before another slick, smooth appendage looped around your other arm—tightening—and then more coiled around your ankles, dragging your legs wide open.

“What the f—?”

They were tails.

Prehensile. Velvet-slick. Unbelievably strong.

Momo stood behind you, smirking as her long, shadowy tail wound around your chest like a rope, yanking you backward until your spine hit the altar. “Aw, you thought you had a choice?” she teased. “That’s cute.”

Her tail stroked your abs, down your hip, before sliding deliberately along your shaft. You twitched—still sensitive, still hard.

“You came once,” Sana whispered, her own tail curling around your thigh like a snake ready to strike. “That doesn’t mean we’re done.” Her voice dropped, trembling with need. “You’re still hard. Still leaking. Still ours.”

You thrashed against their grip, muscles burning with resistance. “Let me go.”

Mina leaned over you again, her tail slithering around your neck like a choker—tight enough to warn, loose enough to tease. Her hair brushed your cheek as she whispered:

“You can fight us all night, hunter. We like it when they struggle.”

Then you screamed—because three slick tails coiled around your cock.

Not tightly—perfectly. Stroking. Twisting. Teasing.

You tried to buck, but Momo's tail wrapped tighter around your chest, pinning you down. Sana climbed onto your chest, straddling your ribs as she kissed you with wild, open hunger. Her tongue tasted like sin. Her hands cradled your face like she was holding a holy relic.

“We’ll edge you for hours,” she moaned against your lips. “We’ll make you cum without ever touching you directly. We’ll break you, baby.”

Mina’s tail squeezed gently at the base of your cock while the tip rubbed lazy circles just beneath your tip.

“You’ll beg us to let you finish,” she whispered. “And we’ll still say no.”

You were panting now, head thrashing side to side. Your cock pulsed under their touch—every stroke, every squeeze, too much and not enough.

“You’re not ready to cum yet,” Momo sang. “Not until you’re crying. Not until you’re ruined.”

You shouted in defiance, hips jerking—only for their tails to tighten and stop you cold. One stroked your tip with obscene gentleness. Another dragged along the underside of your shaft, teasing your most sensitive spot.

It was hell.

It was heaven.

“I can feel it,” Mina whispered, mouth at your ear. “You’re close again, aren’t you? Already?”

You bit your lip. Blood beaded.

Sana cupped your face. “Let go,” she whispered. “Or don’t. Either way… we’ll make you ours.”

The rune-circle glowed brighter.

And your body betrayed you.

Your cock throbbed violently—but they stopped.

Everything stopped.

No stimulation. No release. Just that ache. That overwhelming, unbearable need.

You snarled, desperate, humiliated.

Mina laughed softly.

“Round three, then.”

Your breath came in ragged gasps. Sweat pooled beneath your back, chest heaving like you’d fought through hell—and maybe you had. But you were still hard. Still bound. The succubi’s tails slithered over your body like serpents of living silk, every twitch, every stroke a cruel tease.

Your cock was flushed, twitching, leaking—angry red and glistening under the altar’s glow.

“You’re such a mess,” Momo purred, crouching over you like a beast in heat. “All that fighting, and now look at you. Cock begging. Body shaking. And we’ve barely even started.”

She mounted you again—fast, without warning. You gasped as she slid down your length, wet heat engulfing you with a tight, greedy grip.

“Fuck—Momo—”

Her hips rolled smoothly, grinding against your pelvis in slow, intoxicating waves. Her hands flattened on your chest as she leaned over you, eyes locked to yours.

“But you don’t get to finish,” she whispered with a smirk.

Before you could respond, she lifted off. Pulled off. Her folds slicked your shaft, and your body screamed for release—but it never came.

You thrashed, moaning through your teeth.

“No—!”

Sana was already there to replace her. She was trembling with need, her thighs soaked, her mouth slack with hunger. She slid onto you slowly, her eyes fluttering shut with every inch she took.

“I need this,” she moaned. “I need to feel you inside while you suffer—while you belong to us.”

Her walls clenched around you in maddening pulses. You tried to thrust—anything to reach the edge she teased—but her tail coiled tighter around your hips, holding you still.

Then she moved.

Not with rhythm—but chaos. Wild, frantic, desperate bouncing that made you twitch on the brink of orgasm so violently, your vision blurred.

And then she stopped.

Pulled off.

Your scream echoed through the chamber—raw and animalistic.

“Please—fuck—”

“Not yet,” Mina cooed, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. She wasn’t riding you. Not yet. Instead, she held a blade.

Not metal.

A curved, obsidian dagger that shimmered with demonic runes.

“You’re resisting again,” she whispered. “Let’s fix that.”

You didn’t even have time to flinch before she dragged the blade along your collarbone—slow, deliberate. It wasn’t deep, but it burned like fire. You howled, back arching off the altar as blood trickled down your chest.

Mina kissed the wound, moaning softly.

“First mark,” she whispered. “You’ll wear more.”

Another cut—your thigh this time. Momo ground down on your lap harder as she watched your skin split.

“Yes,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Scream for us again.”

And you did—another guttural cry as Mina carved a third mark over your ribs. Each wound bled slowly, the rune-circle glowing brighter with every drop.

Sana’s lips found your neck, and her fangs—small but razor-sharp—bit down.

You shouted, jerking beneath them.

“I want to hear more,” she growled against your skin. “You scream so sweet when we hurt you.”

They took turns again.

Momo climbed back on, hips pistoning in quick, furious thrusts. She rode you to the very edge—and then lifted off right before you could cum. Her tail wrapped tight around your shaft again, holding you in that painful, impossible place between ecstasy and agony.

Sana straddled your hips, her pussy so hot it burned. She rode you slow, her nails digging into your bloodied chest, every bounce making you twitch uncontrollably—until she stopped again, laughing when you sobbed.

“You want to cum?” she asked softly. “Then beg.”

But you couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t think.

Only Mina remained.

She stood at the edge of the altar, watching the carnage she orchestrated. Her body was flawless—lit by magic, glowing like a goddess of sin. She approached slowly, dragging her nails across your marked chest, letting your own blood paint her fingers.

“Your body’s almost broken,” she whispered. “But not yet. I want to see what happens when we ruin your soul.”

She sank down onto your cock—perfect, deliberate, inch by inch until her thighs met yours. And this time—she didn’t ride you.

She fucked you.

Hard.

Vicious.

Relentless.

Her tail wrapped around your throat. Momo and Sana’s tails returned to your shaft, pumping in rhythm with her thrusts, squeezing, teasing, stretching you beyond reason.

And you cried out—not just from pain. From desperation. From need.

You were right there.

So close.

But Mina leaned down, lips brushing your bloodied mouth.

“You’ll cum,” she whispered. “When we say you can.”

And then she stopped.

You weren’t sure how long it had been. The circle pulsed like a second heartbeat beneath you, raw magic binding your limbs, seeping into your skin, your bones. You were slick with sweat, streaked with blood, and your cock was still hard—red, twitching, aching like it might burst.

You had begged.

Once.

And they smiled when you did.

Now, Mina knelt over you again, her cunt glistening with your torment, her thighs trembling. She was soaked, ravenous, her eyes glowing bright as embers. Momo and Sana flanked you, each of their tails still wrapped around your cock, alternating soft strokes and brutal squeezes—every touch designed to edge, not release.

But something shifted.

You could feel it.

They were done teasing.

“You’ve lasted longer than most,” Mina whispered, cupping your face with a blood-slick hand. “But even you have limits.”

Her tail tightened around your throat, cutting off your words as she lined herself up with your cock and slammed down.

You choked—half on your breath, half on the heat of her. Her walls milked you instantly, dragging your swollen length into a velvet vice of pulsing, wet heat.

Momo’s mouth found your nipple, teeth grazing. Sana’s tongue traced one of your bleeding wounds, moaning like she was tasting something divine.

“You’re gonna cum for us now,” Sana whispered, straddling your face. “And we’re gonna drink every drop.”

You tried to resist.

But your body betrayed you again.

Your hips bucked.

Mina moaned, hard and loud, riding you with brutal purpose now—no rhythm, no grace, just pure, relentless use. Her hands pinned your shoulders, and the three of them moved in unholy harmony.

Momo’s tail squeezed the base of your cock, then pumped, twisting.

Sana’s thighs clenched around your face, dripping onto your mouth, her moans cracked and high as she grinded on your tongue.

Your vision blurred. Your body tensed.

And then—

“Now,” Mina snarled.

Your orgasm tore through you like a storm.

You screamed.

Loud. Raw. Unfiltered. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was exorcism. The first pulse of cum hit Mina deep, and she shivered, eyes rolling back.

The second didn’t go to her.

She pulled off just in time.

Momo was already there, mouth wide open, catching the next shot of your release with a lust-dazed giggle.

“Fuck yes—he tastes divine—”

Sana was next, lowering her mouth over your tip just in time to catch the third pulse. She moaned around you, eyes fluttering shut, tongue swirling.

“More,” she gasped. “More. Give us everything.”

You couldn’t stop.

Even if you wanted to.

Your cock kept twitching, kept shooting, your body convulsing under their worship.

Mina leaned down, catching the last strings of your cum with her tongue, licking up your length like it was sacred.

Then she smiled.

“You came,” she whispered. “Good boy.”

But they didn’t stop.

“Oh no,” Momo whispered, already climbing over your lap again. “We’re not done. Not until you're empty.”

You whimpered—yes, whimpered—as your over-sensitive cock was guided back inside Momo’s dripping, needy pussy.

And she rode you hard.

No warning. No buildup.

She bounced with wild, frenzied rhythm, her nails digging into your thighs as she fucked you past your own climax, using your twitching, spent cock like it was still hard.

But it was.

Somehow, impossibly, the circle kept you hard.

Sana sat on your face again, grinding with abandon, crying out as she came—once, then again—each orgasm drawing more energy from you.

Your arms wouldn’t move.

Your hips trembled uncontrollably.

And Mina?

She watched.

One hand between her thighs, the other drawing runes across your chest in your own blood.

“You’re ours now,” she said softly. “Drained. Broken. Marked.”

Momo screamed as she came again, soaking your lap, body twitching as she collapsed forward.

Sana followed next, twitching violently, her juices dripping down your chin.

And still… they wanted more.

Mina climbed on, once more.

Slow this time.

Cruel.

She fucked you with purpose—to leave her mark deep inside, to own your last ounce of energy.

You sobbed against her chest, unable to move, unable to stop the final orgasm being ripped from your soul.

You came again—dry this time, painful, shaking—and Mina came with you, her cry a chorus of power and corruption.

When she slid off you, your body collapsed.

Eyes glazed.

Chest heaving.

Cock soft, twitching, stained with cum and blood.

“Good boy,” Mina murmured, brushing your soaked hair back. “You gave us everything.”

“And we’ll take more,” Momo added, licking her fingers.

Sana kissed your cheek, soft and sweet, as you slipped into unconsciousness.

They were still wrapped around you.

Their marks bled softly.

And the circle glowed—sated.

For now.

You woke to darkness—thick and wet, like the inside of a mouth. The rune-circle had dimmed to a low, pulsating glow beneath your body, casting everything in a red sheen like dried blood under moonlight. You were lying on something soft now—pillows, fur, silk. A nest.

And they were still with you.

Mina’s body was curled at your side, her hand resting on your chest, fingers idly stroking one of the wounds she’d carved into you. Momo lay draped over your legs, her lips parted in sleep, still wet with your release. Sana’s arms were tight around your head, your face buried against her breasts, her breath soft against your ear.

You ached. Everywhere.

Your cock twitched—spent, raw, but already hardening again under their presence.

You swallowed, throat dry.

“…The Demon King,” you rasped.

Mina stirred.

“Hm?” she murmured, not opening her eyes.

“Our deal,” you said, more firmly this time. “You were going to take me to him.”

Momo giggled, not even bothering to sit up. “Aww, he remembers.”

“You made a pact,” you growled, trying to sit up—but your limbs felt heavy, wrapped in silk and tail. Even your voice lacked conviction. You could feel it—them—still inside you somehow. Still draining you slowly, inch by inch.

Sana kissed your temple, voice thick with honey and sleep. “Mmm. We said we’d take you after we had our fun.”

“This is our fun,” Momo added, licking your thigh.

You turned to Mina, anger barely keeping you coherent. “You lied.”

Finally, she opened her eyes. No guilt. Just that slow, dangerous smile you were learning to hate.

“We never lie, hunter,” she said sweetly. “We just leave things… unsaid.”

Her hand slipped lower, dragging a lazy finger down your stomach, to your cock—which, traitor that it was, was already standing again under their heat and scent.

“You really think the Demon King cares about you?” Mina whispered. “You think he’d let you touch him? You think he doesn’t already have a thousand slaves to bleed dry?”

Momo’s mouth wrapped softly around your tip, just a flicker of tongue. Enough to make you moan.

“You need us,” Sana whispered. “You belong to us.”

“No—” you groaned, trying to move, to pull away—but your arms were pinned by soft thighs, tangled tails, velvet kisses.

“You came so hard for us,” Momo giggled between licks. “Came so much. And you’ll keep doing it. Again. And again. And again.”

Mina leaned down until her lips brushed yours.

“Let us show you what forever feels like.”

You tried to resist.

But then—

Their tails bound you again. Ankles. Wrists. Throat.

Momo stroked you to full hardness with slow, devastating precision.

Sana kissed her way down your chest, licking over old wounds and new ones as her nails dug in again—marking you fresh.

And Mina—oh, Mina—straddled your chest and looked down at you like a goddess over a willing sacrifice.

“Don’t worry, hunter,” she whispered, lowering herself just over your face, her wet folds hovering, dripping. “We are the rulers you belong to now.”

Momo’s relentless rhythm never faltered, her breath hitching with each movement as she teased and taunted, spitting on your cock, slick and warm. Meanwhile, Sana’s hands left fresh marks on your skin, each scratch burning as she claimed you in her own way. And Mina, with a soft laugh, slid herself against your mouth, the heat of her pussy consuming you as you struggled beneath their control.

It hit you all at once: you were never going to escape. The mission, whatever semblance of it there was, was long forgotten. You had given up the fight, letting yourself sink deeper into their world. Three succubi, each with their own brand of temptation, had you. And you, helpless, let yourself fall into their grasp. They were far from done with you, each of them using you, bending you to their will. You didn’t know when—if ever—they would stop, and that uncertainty, that endless desire, kept you trapped in their cycle.

[butterznack]

baby, I’m good

Pairing : Hirai Momo x afab!reader

Summary : Dahyun’s latest post on Bubble got the better out of you, but Momo reminds you there’s more than one place for you to sit on her.

Genre : smut, established relationship

Warnings : 18+, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), face sitting, clit stimulation, nipple stimulation

a/n : a little something for Momo day <3 (better late than ever lol) Dahyun’s bubble post got me feeling something like, make some room for me pls i swear i’ll behave >.<

There is no reason for you to feel jealous over Dahyun’s birthday post to Momo. All Twice members are close to each other, both in body and mind, and it isn’t as if you had never fallen victim to Jihyo’s drunken behavior and her accidental smooches at the corners of your lips, or Nayeon’s sticky fingers on your ass.

The photo isn’t recent, Momo had gotten a new haircut in preparation to MISAMO’s comeback, and so you pay it no mind, taping on the like button below the picture before switching to a different social app.

It isn’t long before Momo makes a grand entrance, waltzing past the entryway and straight to the living room where you are.

“Hi baby!” She chimes, bending down to trap your face in her hands and reach out to your lips, kissing you firmly but lovingly.

“Happy birthday love,” you greet her back as Momo pulls away, dropping next to you on the couch.

“What are you doing?” She rests her head on your shoulder, cheek pancaked onto it.

“Just looking at the stuff the girls posted for your birthday,” you smile, recalling one of Jihyo’s story of your girlfriend sleeping at a restaurant, a napkin tucked in the collar of her shirt that emphasized the comic aspect of the situation.

“You didn’t post anything,” you can feel her pout as she states the obvious, you know it’s not a complaint.

“I’m just keeping the best for last,” you grin. Momo pinches your side and you jerk up a bit without propelling your girlfriend off your shoulder. “Well, if I can do better than Dahyun’s post, that is.”

Your own words hit you only a second too late, and you don’t register Momo’s interrogative oh as she lifts her head to meet her eyes with yours. “What?” You shriek, fainting ignorance knowing damn well Momo is far from stupid and already sees right through your avoidant look.

“What about Dahyun’s post?” She asks.

“Nothing,” you lie, “I liked it.”

Momo is now fully facing you, one leg propped up on the couch and the arm of the same side against the backrest. She doesn’t say anything, but the moment you shoot a quick glance at her Momo huffs. “Are you jealous babe?” she quips.

You huff back at her, eyes not leaving the screen of your phone anymore, but you don’t say anything.

Maybe it was time for you to admit that it wasn’t jealousy, per say, but something akin to possessiveness. The image of Momo’s hand on Dahyun’s bare thigh burned into your hippocampus. You shrank in on yourself, chin nearly merging in between your collarbones as you slowly sank further into the couch.

“Oh my god, baby why?” Momo can’t help but snicker when you dramatically fall down the opposite side of hers. “Come back here,” she leans over and grabs you from under one thigh, pulling you with such force you oblige, soon straddling your girlfriend, facing her.

“Is that what you want?” Momo teases.

“Dahyun was facing the other way round,” you sulk.

“Yeah, but I can see you better like that,” she says, voice dropping an octave lower as she leans in to plant a kiss where your jaw and your ear meet. You hum in satisfaction, hands coming to repose themselves on Momo’s shoulders, her own settling on your waist. “So? Still jealous?” She keeps on kissing down your neck to the vale of your collarbone.

You whimper against her mouth as Momo lightly bites down on the muscle above, “I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” One hand comes sliding down your tummy, untucking your shirt from your pants and reaching back up to your breasts, grazing the underside. You arch at the touch, and Momo presses her hand against your sternum to keep you in place before latching her mouth onto your left nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

You gasp, one hand coming up to grip itself in her blonde bob. You try to push yourself onto her mouth, signaling to her to get more into it, but Momo keeps a strong hand between your boobs. The tip of her tongue flicks at your bud in kitten licks, and her mouth barely closes around it.

Momo is not one to tire from foreplay, she could go at it and tease you for several hours on end, and she has done so in the past. But right now, she’s doing this on purpose, because she doesn’t need a reason to taunt you like that.

You whine in protest, “Momo, please…”

“I’m waiting, love,” she replies, moving to nip at your right nipple.

Of course your girlfriend expected you to concede, to admit you were feeling a little jealous upon seeing that picture. Pulling one last time at her hair, you try to get her to look at you, “I was not jealous,” you say resolutely, “maybe just a little possessive…”

“A little?” Momo stops, fighting the urge to mock you with yet another smirk.

“Don’t push it,” you snarl.

As if to mean that’s enough for me, Momo wastes no time and has you remove your shirt completely, followed by your bra removed by her hefty fingers, and dives back onto your tits, suckling at the nipple again.

You cry out, a sense of relief washing over you, soon replaced by the itchy feeling of your growing arousal. A feeling you don’t have to focus on for too long as Momo is already slipping a hand in your pants and underneath your panties, fingers brushing your clit before sliding down your slit.

At the pace she’s going, you think you might combust on the spot. “So wet, just for me,” Momo whispers in your ear, and it’s not helping, just riling you up even more. She notices and slides one finger in your pussy, all three knuckles in. You let out a lengthy moan, tightening your hold on her shoulder and in her hair.

“Careful, I’m not not planning on going bald,” she scoffs, stopping amidst the process of giving you yet another hickey between your tits.

“Sorry,” you breathe out, “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t worry, you’re excused,” she states almost too matter-of-factly as she adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of your cunt.

She sets up a fast pace, sometimes rubbing at the spongy spot inside, coating her fingers in your arousal. Momo avoids your clit, trying not to let the palm of her hand touch it. You notice it rather quickly, moans now substituted by whimpers, seeking more of her, more than just her fingers in your pussy and her mouth on your tits.

You believe Momo takes note of the sudden shift in behavior right away. She takes her free hand and brings it to your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss. It’s messy and devouring, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing with each other, mouths agape letting out the sultriest moans out of the two of you.

You had been so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t attend to Momo's. Though she didn’t complain, and never did, you’ve always felt a bit guilty that she would care more about your needs than hers.

“You know where else you could sit for me?” Momo prompts, as if noticing, again, you were drifting off in your thoughts. She let her hands fall to your hips, then lower, grabbing at the soft plush of your thighs. “Where?” You ask, knowing the answer already.

“Take off your pants,” she demands and again, you oblige, moving at light-speed to rid yourself of your clothes. At the same time, Momo lays down on the soft seat cushions of the couch, guiding you back down on her.

Her arms snake behind your thighs, and your knees are on both sides of her head, not too close but apart enough Momo can have you sit on her face as much as humanly possible.

You always hesitate for a second. Despite getting off to the sight of your girlfriend enjoying herself being squished between your thighs, you couldn’t help but need her approval to finally sink down on her face. An approval that came in the form of Momo bringing her mouth to your throbbing clit and pulling you down at the same time, and there’s nothing you can do to keep the moan from coming out of your vocal cords, raw and high-pitched.

One day, that woman is going to literally eat your pussy.

Momo finally gives all the attention your throbbing clit was craving. No teasing needed, she simply wanted, ached, to lose herself into your cunt, tongue switching from lapping between your folds to flicking back at the swollen bundle of nerves above. Anytime you arch your back, you also press harder against her mouth. Momo hums in contentment, one of her hands leaves your ass to relieve herself of some of her own pains and aches.

There is nothing but a symphony of moans and whimpers filling the living room. Pleas run out of your mouth in search of a desperate release, you grind your pussy against Momo’s face and she keeps on sucking at your clit, tongue going back into folds, fucking you relentlessely with it.

“Momo… I’m so close,” you chant her name over, and over, and over again. Momo pinches her eyebrows, as if trying to catch up with you. You take over for her, placing your hand below hers, applying pressure while rubbing her clit in repeated motions, rutting continuously as Momo joins you in your fun, grinding against the palm of your hand.

“That’s it baby, come for me,” she mutters from under you.

That tight feeling in your gut snaps when Momo bites and sucks at your clit again. You cry out your release, and your fingers slip past her folds in one swift motion, making Momo whimper as her orgasm crashes over her as well. Coming down from your high, you lift yourself up, licking at your fingers to get a taste of Momo’s.

You settle over her lap, plopping onto her chest as your girlfriend hugs you, hands running up and down your spine. You raise your head, cradling Momo’s face and kissing her, chaste but longingly.

“Hope the seat was to your confort,” she murmurs mid-kiss.

“You can’t imagine,” you chuckle.