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momo slammed hard into a solid body, her books scattering all over the floor.
“oh my god! i-im so sorry!” momo yelped. she looked up to see who it was she’d run into.
of course, it was jihyo, the most popular girl in the school who for some reason hated her guts.
“ugh, watch where you’re going for fuck’s sake.” a scowl was on her lips.
“i’m so sorry,” momo apologized again, feeling her cheeks heat up. jihyo scoffed as if she was the most pathetic thing in the world and walked away without another word, stepping on one of momo’s books on the way.
the japanese girl sighed. she crouched down to collect her books, her glasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose.
momo always sat in the front of the class — it was easiest to learn when the teacher was right in front of her. her nose was currently buried in a book, waiting for class to start.
from behind her, she heard her name and a series of giggles following it. there was more shuffling behind her before she felt a hand tap her shoulder. momo quickly turned around, surprised that the hand belonged to sana minatozaki. a wide smile was on the girl’s face and she held out a small envelope.
“there’s going to be a party at my house tonight if you want to come,” she said sweetly. momo just stared at her. why would the most popular group bother inviting her to some party? when sana didn’t immediately laugh in her face, momo realized that she should at least say something.
“uh– i– thanks. i’ll t-think about it,” momo stumbled through her words. she nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before shyly reaching out to grab the invitation.
sana beamed another bright smile at her before skipping off to where everyone else was sitting. momo cautiously looked over to the group, her heart drumming in her chest when she caught jihyo’s gaze. the girl had an unreadable expression on her face, though she quickly turned around when she caught momo looking at her.
“there’s no fucking way that hirai momo will come,” jeongyeon whispered into jihyo’s ear. jihyo stole another glance at the japanese girl in front who had already returned to reading her book.
“she better not. why are you inviting her anyways, sana?”
“i don’t know, won’t it be so funny if she actually decides to come?” sana covered her mouth to stifle her giggle. “and who knows, maybe we’ll see her wear something besides that monsters inc hoodie.”
momo was pacing in front of her dresser. for some reason, she had decided to go to sana’s party. it was a friday night after all, and she had already finished all her homework during lunch. but… maybe that was to change if she couldn’t find anything decent to wear.
“what do people even wear to parties?” she muttered to herself, grimacing at the bright floral dress in her hands.
“momo, what about this?” her sister barged into her room with a short black dress, the one with an impossibly low neckline. momo blushed immediately at the thought of wearing it.
“i couldn’t! it’s too…” she trailed off, still shaking her head no. her sister just laughed.
“at least try it on first.”
the fabric of the dress seemed to cling to every curve of her body. it also brought a lot of unwanted attention to her… chest area.
“see, isn’t it perfect?” her sister clapped her hands.
“uh i-i don’t know…” momo turned around to inspect the back of her dress and immediately yelped. it did very little to cover anything — she could basically see the cheeky parts of her ass every time she moved.
“well, if we don’t go now, you won’t have anyone to drive you. i have somewhere to be by 11.”
momo looked at herself hesitantly in the mirror before nodding. “okay, i guess this is fine. i mean it’s kind of—” she blushed as she thought of the word to describe herself in the dress.
the japanese girl nervously tugged her dress lower. the house in front of her was huge — almost the size of a mansion.
“have fun!” her sister called before speeding off to her date. momo nervously walked in through the double french doors. loud bass resonated throughout the walls and she could already see the empty cups of alcohol stationed around the house.
“hey! there’s drinks over—” sana greeted her enthusiastically before trailing off. “hirai momo?!” sana’s eyes widened, her voice pitching up a few octaves.
“oh— u-uh hi. thanks for inviting me,” momo said nervously, her cheeks heating up at the way sana’s gaze dragged itself all over her body.
“wow, you look great,” sana practically purred, her voice now taking on a sultry tone. “here, come this way.” sana put a hand on her lower back under the guise of leading her to the living room area.
“guys, look who came,” sana said as she wrapped an arm around momo’s waist. jihyo’s jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. she hadn’t expected momo to come at all, let alone wearing that. jihyo’s eyes narrowed at the way sana clung tightly to the blushing girl.
“nice dress, hirai,” jeongyeon whistled. momo shyly ducked her head in thanks.
once everyone had made small talk, sana led momo to the bar, claiming that she would make her a really good drink.
“since when did sana have the hots for momo?” jihyo slurred to jeongyeon, feeling a bit of unease at the way momo laughed at something sana said. jeongyeon just shrugged, taking a long swig of the drink in her hands.
jihyo’s eyes blatantly gazed at momo’s backside — she’d never known that momo’s figure looked like that from all the baggy clothing she wore. she could see the smiles of her ample cheeks from all the way over at the couches and the smallest sliver of her underwear from how short the dress was.
she could see the way sana’s hands slid even lower, close enough that her palm was over momo’s ass. momo seemed oblivious to sana’s passes, still talking excitedly about something. her hands were moving as she continued to speak, naïve the way sana eyed her cleavage from above.
jihyo stood up and sauntered over to the bar area. “sana,” jihyo interrupted cooly, making the two girls stare up at her. “i think mina’s looking for you.”
sana gave a confused look, scanning her eyes through the crowd. “i’ll be right back,” she whispered into momo’s ear before excusing herself quickly.
now that momo was alone with jihyo, she turned quiet again, her gaze down at the colorful drink in her hands.
“i didn’t think you’d be one to drink,” jihyo said smoothly. momo looked at her again in surprise.
“o-oh i don’t. i’m just holding it in my hand because s-sana gave it to me.” momo set the cup down on the table and shuffled awkwardly.
it turned quiet again.
“so,” jihyo cleared her throat. “you and sana a thing?”
momo’s eyes turned comically wide at her words. “w-what?!” she sputtered, shaking her head avidly. “we’re not! i m-mean she seems nice but i don’t really know her, so…”
jihyo hummed thoughtfully. “if that’s the case then, why don’t you follow me real quick?” the tanned girl grabbed onto momo’s wrist and dragged her upstairs through the crowds of people.
“w-what are we doing here?” momo asked breathlessly. jihyo locked the door behind them, leaving the only source of light to be the moon that shone in through the curtains.
“lay on the bed, momo,” jihyo said. her voice was unlike any that momo had heard before — it was smooth and velvety, not laced with the usual frustration or disdain in her tone.
“i– okay.” momo slipped off her heels and laid on the bed, looking expectantly at jihyo with wide eyes. “what do you want me to—”
jihyo crashed her lips onto momo’s, pressing her body on top of the other girl. momo froze for a second before trying her best to reciprocate the kiss. she could taste the bitterness of alcohol on jihyo’s tongue.
“you’ve never done anything like this before, have you?” jihyo panted as she broke the kiss. momo just looked up at her, her eyes half-lidded with lust and innocence at the same time.
“no n-never.”
“well let me teach you, baby,” jihyo slurred, looking adamantly at the girl under her. “that okay?”
momo nodded, biting back a whimper when jihyo pressed her palm against her clothed core.
“good girl. let’s get this slutty dress off you, hmm? i can’t believe you fucking wore this to a party.”
jihyo pulled the body-tight dress off of her, biting her lips when she realized that momo wasn’t wearing any sort of bra.
“fuck,” jihyo whispered as she squeezed momo’s breasts together. momo squirmed under her touch — she’d never been touched like this outside of her imagination. jihyo rubbed her thumbs against momo’s nipples, toying with them until they became hard under her touch.
“you know everyone was looking at you right? especially sana,” jihyo said, her touches becoming a bit rougher as she mentioned sana. soft moans escaped momo’s lips as jihyo continued to knead her chest.
“i didn’t know,” momo eventually whispered. she tried to push jihyo’s hands lower, needing her touches elsewhere.
jihyo scoffed and stopped her movements, making momo whine. “you’re telling me you came to this party wearing barely anything and you didn’t fucking know what you were doing?”
momo’s eyes remained closed, her mind to foggy with pleasure. “jihyo please, i d-don’t know. please touch me.”
jihyo bit back a laugh. for someone who kept her head in a book all day, momo was surprisingly touch-starved. she dragged a long finger over momo’s clothed core, finding the flimsy piece of clothing already soaked in its entirety. momo squirmed and twisted at even the smallest touches — it made jihyo feel somewhat smug to relish in the fact that she was the first one to ruin momo like this, to touch her in her most private places.
when she thought she’d teased momo enough, she finally removed her underwear. jihyo drew light circles into momo’s clit, smirking as the japanese elicited a loud moan. then, without any sort of warning, jihyo shoved her middle finger inside momo — she was wet enough that her finger slid in easily.
“you’re so tight,” jihyo groaned. momo’s walls squeezed around her finger so tightly, and jihyo could even feel her arousal dripping around her hand as she continued to pump in and out.
“o-oh god— feels so good,” momo whimpered. moans continued to spill out of her lips in the pace that jihyo hit against her g-spot.
“yeah, that’s it baby. you’re taking me so good,” jihyo cooed as momo continued to moan uncontrollably, her body squirming from the new sensations of pleasure. momo’s hips lifted as soon as the praise left jihyo’s mouth.
“you like that, don’t you?”
“mmmh it feels so good,” momo cried out, her hips arching into the bed. all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s finger going in and out of her dripping hole, filling her up with a sensation she didn’t know she was missing.
“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl,” jihyo praised as she sped up her hand.
“jihyo,” momo gasped. “i think i’m—” the japanese girl’s moans became higher pitched, her thighs beginning to shake.
jihyo pumped even harder until momo’s eyes rolled back to her head. momo grabbed on tightly to the sheets as she climaxed, a string of loud curses falling from her lips. jihyo took her fingers drenched with momo’s juices and sucked them clean, moaning a little at the taste.
“oh my god,” momo whispered as her eyes fluttered open. she could still feel the way her core pulsed and the way her heart drummed loudly in her ears. jihyo was looking over at her with a smirk, a satisfactory look in her eyes.
“let’s get you dressed, baby.”
“hey where were you guys?” sana questioned. she couldn’t help but notice how flustered momo looked and how she walked with a slight limp to her leg. momo’s face grew even more pink at the question, looking anywhere but sana’s eyes.
“i was just helping her meet new people,” jihyo said quickly, wrapping an arm around momo to keep her steady. “i think she just got too excited.”
sana stared between the two of them. “sure looks like that,” she muttered.