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nayeon was unusually bored.
with a rare week off, she should’ve been having lots of fun.
but with momo in paris, she found herself slumming around in their shared apartment, scrolling mindlessly through her phone.
she scrolled past a ‘cute cats’ compilation video and let out a soft laugh. when the next post came into view, she shot up from the couch.
an impossibly wide grin encompassed her face at the sight of momo, posing for pictures at her miu miu event.
then… her jaw dropped.
nayeon didn’t know how long she spent staring at that single picture of momo. she couldn’t wrap her head around just how good the younger girl looked.
momo’s hair, which she had recently dyed, looked so perfect on her — the caramel color helped accentuate her choice of outfit, which was an extremely short brown dress. her signature bangs framed her face, and her look was topped with a pretty leather handbag.
momo looked like a living doll, standing so cutely on the carpet. a small smile was across her face, one that made nayeon’s heart swell.
momo looked so good. too good, even. nayeon’s eyes dropped again to the end of momo’s dress.
she hoped the japanese girl was wearing something under — the dress looked impossibly short, so short to the point that if the wind blew just a bit, the hem would lift with ease.
the nature of the dress and the look on momo’s face was a stark contrast. she swallowed hard in an effort to dissipate all her inappropriate thoughts.
as an attempt to distract herself, nayeon clicked on the comments, wondering what onces thought about momo’s carpet look.
the comments were… what she was expecting but also not.
she’s unreal
our momorin looks so pretty!
she’s so pretty
nayeon couldn’t help but roll her eyes at some of the comments. marry me momo? nayeon scoffed at the absurdity of the comment.
she felt her blood boil when she read the further comments.
im her boyfriend btw
i’d do anything for a girl like that
men. she felt the urge to reply to every single comment, wanting to point out just how wrong they were. she hated the way they talked, unfiltered and bold as if they were the ones who owned momo.
nayeon went down a spiral, reading every single comment that was attached to posts about momo’s miu miu look. some made her laugh, but most made her stomach clench in an uncomfortable way.
momo looked too good, and it seemed that everyone knew it.
nayeon scrolled endlessly through twitter, instagram, and naver, wanting to punch something at every lustful comment.
at one point, her fully charged phone died — she had to run to her room to grab a charger before continuing her spiral.
when the screen blinked back to life, nayeon didn’t even give her phone a second to load. she went back to it, her thumb moving almost aggressively, as if she was trying to outrun the crawling feeling under her skin.
more posts. more pictures. more comments.
she told herself she’d stop after the next one… but she didn’t
she’s mine back off everyone
nayeon cursed the username under her breath, her grip on her phone tightening slightly.
“like fucking hell she is,” she muttered, scrolling further away.
whoever she’s dating is the luckiest man alive
that one made her pause. luckiest man? her jaw set — she didn’t even realize she’d stopped breathing for a second until she exhaled sharply through her nose.
“you don’t even know her,” she mumbled, as if the comment could hear her. the next comment read:
imagine coming home to her everyday… holy shit
“oh, you’re funny,” she said flatly, but her stomach twisted anyway.
it was stupid. they were just comments — random people, random men, all saying random things.
then why did she feel so angry?
she clicked open another post. the momo in the photo smiled softly at her, glowing effortlessly like she always did. nayeon stared for a while, dazed. her expression softened for half a second before tightening again when she glanced at the replies.
momo come home with me. i’ll show you just how beautiful you are 😉
nayeon’s eyes narrowed.
“are they insane?” she muttered, sitting up straighter. her chest felt tighten again, irritation bubbling up faster now.
she jumped when her phone started vibrating — someone was calling her.
“nayeon! i know you’re doing nothing at home since momo’s gone, so jihyo and i were wondering if you wanted to go out tonight! i—”
“sorry im busy with something.”
nayeon didn’t even recognize her voice. it was lower than usual, laced with frustration and something else.
“you are? i know you’re just lying on your couch right now,” jeongyeon said a bit suspiciously.
nayeon quickly looked down to herself. yup — that was exactly what she was doing.
“im— uh doing some deep cleaning. our apartment’s kind of dirty. sorry! maybe next time. bye!”
nayeon quickly ended the call, needing to go back to looking at momo’s pictures.
…and that’s exactly how she spent the next few hours — obsessing over momo’s miu miu photos and reading the comments.
sure, she felt a little insane but for some reason, she felt obligated to. it was as if seeing the photos of momo from every single angle made her superior to those stupid men and stupid comments.
at one point, nayeon couldn’t resist the urge to text the japanese girl. she probably wouldn’t reply — she tended to ghost everyone when busy with work, but it was worth a shot.
the text read ‘momoring i miss u :( come home soon.’
to no surprise, there was no response. nayeon sighed, suddenly feeling very alone in the big apartment. she couldn’t wait for momo to come home… which would be in approximately twenty hours.
twenty hours.
nayeon’s phone suddenly buzzed with a notification. momo had posted on instagram.
nayeon quickly unlocked her phone, navigating to momo’s instagram page. she stared at each photo for at least a minute — her momo was so beautiful.
momo had replied to her text as well: ‘unnie, i miss you too! i should be back in 12 hours :D see you then!”
twelve hours.
she could wait. nayeon shut her phone off and set it to the side. she closed her eyes, trying to imagine momo’s presence. she already knew what she’d do as soon as the younger girl arrived home.
nayeon stared impatiently at the door. she had done everything to distract herself, all from organizing her enormous closet to going on a short walk near han river.
she had eventually settled back home, her foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. her entire body felt restless.
any minute now, her momo would open the door, and the smell of her flower perfume would flood the apartment.
about 10 minutes later, the door clicked open. nayeon nearly jumped up in relief.
“unnie, i’m home! i missed you so much! i got a box of those french macarons that you like so much—”
momo barely had any time to set the box down.
nayeon crossed the room in a matter of mere seconds.
“momo.”
there was something different in the way nayeon said her name. it was so raw and tight that it made momo blink.
“unnie? what’s wro–”
nayeon didn’t even let the girl finish. she closed the space between them, wrapping her arms tightly around momo’s neck. nayeon’s lips connected to momo’s, the kiss immediate, firm, and desperate.
momo froze for half a second before melting into it. her initial surprise faded into softness, her free hand instinctively clutching nayeon’s shirt.
nayeon’s lips moved almost too fast for momo to adjust, her tongue exploring every inch of momo’s mouth. momo whimpered quietly when nayeon bit down on her lip, the sensation both new and pleasurable.
when they finally pulled apart, momo’s cheeks were flushed red, her eyes wide.
“unnie…?” she whispered, her breath uneven. “what was that for?”
nayeon exhaled, her face still close to momo’s.
“i saw the photos you posted on instagram. and your red carpet photos.”
“oh,” momo tilted her head, confused. “did you not like them?”
nayeon laughed darkly at that — poor momo had no idea.
“i liked them. i liked them too much,” nayeon muttered, her hand moving up to cup momo’s jaw. “so did everyone else.”
“really?” momo lit up visibly. “they did?”
an incredulous look flashed across nayeon’s face.
“don’t lie, momo. you knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”
“huh…? doing what?”
nayeon ignored her question.
“have you seen the comments?”
“o-only a few,” momo stuttered, unsure of what nayeon was trying to hint at. “they said they liked my hair.” a small smile formed on momo’s lips as she recalled the comment.
“do you know,” nayeon paused to stare straight into momo’s eyes, “what some of the comments said?”
“what did they say?” momo’s voice was full of curiosity and naïvety.
“they were all lusting after you, thinking about how fuckable you looked.”
momo gasped at the use of nayeon’s language.
“they were drooling after you, throwing themselves at you like they had a chance. which they fucking don’t because you’re mine, right baby?”
momo nodded immediately.
“good girl,” nayeon purred. she latched her lips to the base of momo’s throat, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “either way, i’m going to make sure you never forget.”
“how?” momo whispered, though she had a feeling she knew.
“im going to fuck you senseless until all you can remember is my name,” nayeon promised. she grabbed momo’s wrist and brought it down to the noticeable tent in her pants.
“look what you did,” nayeon murmered, smirking at how flustered momo got when she made contact with her hard-on.
“unnie,” momo whimpered. she squeezed her legs tight, her eyes glued to the way her hand rested over nayeon’s obvious print.
nayeon led momo to the couch — the very same one where she had desperately waited for the japanese girl to return.
“take off everything and lay down on the couch, baby.”
momo quickly stripped, gasping a little when she laid down on the cool leather couch. nayeon stared blatantly at the sight in front of her, her eyes wandering all over momo’s body.
“you look so fucking pretty like that, lying down with your pussy dripping.”
nayeon slid off her pants, her cock springing up to her abdomen. she positioned herself on top of the younger girl, teasing the tip of her dick against momo’s dripping entrance.
then, without any sort of warning, nayeon shoved all her inches inside momo, slipping inside with ease. momo mewled as she felt nayeon bottom out, filling her up all the way.
momo’s hands grasped the side of the couch as nayeon started to pound into her. momo couldn’t stop moaning at the feeling of her tight little pussy getting stretched out.
“what would they think,” nayeon grunted, “if they saw you like this, taking my cock so well.”
nayeon’s hand roamed all over the japanese girl’s body as she fucked her at a relentless pace, traveling from her chest to her abs.
“so pretty and all mine,” nayeon groaned — momo was so tight around her, squeezing her cock with a vice-like grip.
nayeon’s hands eventually settled back onto momo’s chest. she couldn’t help but bite her lip at the way they bounced with each hard thrust. momo threw her head back when nayeon pinched her nipples, her back arching into the couch. momo’s pretty moans filled the apartment living room, the sound raw and uncontrolled.
“unnie unngh it’s so deep,” momo whimpered, her brows drawn in together.
“i know baby, it feels good doesn’t it?”
momo could only nod because moans kept spilling out of her lips — she was hardly in a state to form coherent words.
nayeon lowered her other hand to momo’s clit, rubbing the sensitive bud with her thumb. momo’s moans went higher in pitch — every sensitive part of her was being touched.
“mmmh f-fuck, unnie— i think im close.”
momo could barely keep her eyes open, her eyelids feeling too heavy from the overload of pleasure.
“then cum for me baby,” nayeon panted, her thumb moving even faster against momo’s clit. momo squirmed under the touch, squeezing hard around nayeon’s base.
“unng unnie!” momo screamed as she came, her body shuddering as she reached her climax.
the sight of momo’s eyes rolling back, her back arching hard into the leather couch was enough to send nayeon over the edge. with one final thrust, nayeon came inside momo, filling her up with her seed.
“unnie,” momo whimpered, the sound breathless.
nayeon pulled out slowly, watching as her cum leaked out of momo’s pussy. it dribbled onto the couch, making a mess.
“you’re mine,” nayeon whispered before pressing a light kiss to momo’s lips. “i missed you so much, momo.”
“i missed you too, unnie.”
the way that momo looked at her made her heart flutter.
“and thank you for the macarons, momo.” nayeon laughed as she kissed the younger girl again. “let’s get you cleaned up.”
after a much needed shower, the two of them lay tangled in nayeon’s sheets, legs brushing every time one of them shifted. they laughed, voices soft as they traded stories about the two days they’d spent apart.
“you spent how many hours reading comments?” momo burst out laughing, rolling onto her side and grabbing nayeon’s arm.
“shhhh,” nayeon huffed, but she was smiling, her cheeks a little warm as she nudged the japanese girl. “i was just curious, okay?”
momo’s laughter lingered longer than nayeon expected, dissolving into little giggles even after she tried to stop. nayeon watched her for a second — the crinkle of her eyes and the way she hid her smile in the blanket — before reaching over to tap her shoulder.
“can you pass my phone?” she mumbled, pointing lazily to the nightstand.
momo passed it over without question, still smiling to herself. nayeon unlocked it, and after a second of hesitation, opened instagram. she left a quick comment on momo’s post:
pretty momoring
a quiet ding sounded from somewhere in the mess of blankets. momo blinked, then reached around until she found her phone. she lit up immediately at the notification.
“ah,” she grinned, her thumbs already moving.
she sent her reply just as quickly — ‘thank you, unnie 🩷’ — before tossing her phone aside again like it didn’t matter at all.
because it didn’t, not when she could curl closer to nayeon. momo tucked herself against nayeon’s side, sighing contentedly.
and even though nayeon would never say it out loud, she felt a quiet smugness. because no matter how many comments momo got, hers was the only one momo answered.