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Their first appearance on a largely unscripted Japanese variety program was finally aired. Watching the telecast live, the fandom was thrown into confusion by Nayeon’s candid comment on the show. All members, except for Sana who looked like she knew something, reacted with genuine shock upon hearing the questionable sentence.
To some viewers, they assumed the oldest was simply trying to inject humor.
To others, they suspected Momo of having added a sibling for Boo and Dobby.
Either way, no one would expect an insanely different outcome to conclude the debate.
Not unless they get to witness the current scenario inside Nayeon’s apartment.
In the living room covered by black-out curtains, the only light source on duty is the gradient of warm glow from a minimalistic cove ceiling design.
It was quiet. Too quiet. An uncharacteristic representation of the apartment owned by Im Nayeon - the superstar with a matching attitude.
Kneeling down on a huge beige wool rug, the homeowner cowered at the sight of her upset guest who stopped by after their hotpot dinner date.
Shadows followed the silhouette who leaned forward and propped each elbow on a knee.
It is Momo Hirai, as it will always be.
The Japanese woman, head tilted up slightly to one side, fiddled with the chain leash in her hands mindlessly as she studied the older one.
Her usual shy persona seemingly stowed away; a switch has been flipped. Because her piercing gaze - direct and arrogant - caused Nayeon’s breath to hitch. She wet her lips as she noticed the kneeling frame tremble in minuscule, well knowing the growing tremor within.
Not a single word was spoken by either one of them for the past half an hour or so.
Momo’s eyes traced the sight before her: a masterpiece.
A pink vegan leather collar, with a heart shape metal hook in the center, was donned by Nayeon to pair with her black corset and lace pantyhose. The artificial long, black furry tail plugged into her rear remained in place while her hands stayed flat on the ground. Neat double braids gave off a contrasting touch of innocence to the completed transformation, just like how Momo envisioned since their first day.
“My puppy, you have misbehaved.”
Cold words sliced through the indefinite, awful silence.
In a monotonous tone, Momo commented while perfecting the position of her puppy’s black dog ears headband.
Now, it is perfect.
Meekly, Nayeon lowered her head and pouted at her owner.
But not before letting out a whine to defend her action.
The Japanese woman let out a scoff at the bratty non-verbal rebuttal as she connected the leash to Nayeon’s collar. “You are a tough one to handle. I must have you trained soon before you make another mistake.” She tugged at the interlocked point and shook her head before rising to her feet.
Suddenly, she let the leash drop on the floor.
“Stay.”
A lone finger pointed at the puppy and the owner commanded sternly. “I’m going to take a bath and I expect you to wait here.”
Just like that. Momo walked away from the sofa, not turning back to check on Nayeon.
Being denied the chance to play in the shower with her handler, Nayeon puckered her lips and whimpered pitifully.
It was a careless mistake…
She did not expect netizens to twist the narrative and spread absurd, baseless rumors.
Staring at the wall clock for time to crawl by, the puppy grew restless due to her short attention lifespan. As it was getting late, Nayeon wanted to lie down on the rug and just close her eyes. But the idea of being chided stopped her intrusive thought from taking over.
She sighed and sulked.
Being the oldest in her family and in TWICE, she held the title of ‘Unnie’ and supported the younger ones around her wholeheartedly. A prime example would be how in between her own schedules, she would squeeze out time to visit her members’ solo projects.
Selfless, dependable and fiercely loyal. Im Nayeon is the name that carried this tremendous weight.
Puppy play was something that has never crossed her mind.
The concept was incepted into her mind one night when Momo stayed over. They had started dating each other privately, under the disguise of premium fanservice.
Cuddling in bed - Nayeon resting her head on the voluminous chest and listening to her favorite rhythm of a calm heartbeat. After a tedious day of filming and recording, there was a sense of tranquility in her room as she felt her back being caressed and stroked by her girlfriend.
With a knack for sensing Nayeon’s mood, Momo had noticed a spike in stress level and became worried for the workaholic’s health.
“Unnie… Would you consider having me as your owner?”
Nayeon thought she misheard the entire sentence. She tried to reason it with an error in sentence structure or maybe the Japanese woman’s mind glitched somehow while trying to form a lame joke. But these did not help in making any sense.
The words hung in the still air.
It felt ridiculous, brazen even - the odd preposition, and it made her chuckle nervously.
“Momo ya, are you okay? Did you had too much to drink before coming over?”
Momo grabbed her phone from the nightstand and unlocked it to open up an incognito web browser. “I’m being serious, unnie. Let me explain myself better.” She began educating on a topic that she had been secretly interested in. Well, she did joked vaguely about it with Sana once when she saw how the younger Japanese woman was practically drooling over Tzuyu in a choker.
Anyway, things between Momo and Nayeon were never the same again, like ever.
But only for the better.
The torturous wait was finally over when Momo - reappeared in a satin pink nightgown - picked up the leash and showed off a pack of dry noodle snack in hand.
“If you want your favorite treat, do as I say.”
In control behind closed door, she knew Nayeon needed some motivation to re-learn the basics and be tamed.
Puppy eyes became full blown and sparkled. Habitually, Nayeon shook her head in small while sticking out her tongue.
“Paw.”
Acting on instinct, her huge hand covered Momo’s smaller one immediately.
“Down.”
She lowered her torso while maintaining a playful smile.
“Bark.”
“Woof!”
“Growl.”
“Grrrr!”
“Up!”
On all fours, Nayeon puffed out her chest and straightened her back. Her smile grew as soon as she sensed her owner’s satisfaction.
Pleased with their progress so far, Momo sat upright on the sofa and poured a handful of the crunchy snack into her hand. A pair of eyes looked at her expectantly but she was unaffected. Without saying a word, she stretched out her arm when she was done pouring.
Nayeon may be reckless at times but she is smart enough to know she needed Momo’s cue before she could start eating. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the savory seasoning and she swallowed her saliva.
“Okay.”
The one specific word said then released the puppy from waiting.
Eating directly from Momo’s hand, Nayeon finished her reward in a jiffy.
Momo’s grip on the leash handle tightened when the older woman she was feeding start to lick her palm clean. Her middle finger curled intuitively and entered the hollow cavity.
Forgetting their usual foreplay of sucking on each other’s digits, Nayeon - in a different headspace now - only continued to lick hungrily on whatever was given to her. No one would believe this is the same Nayeon who teases Momo and other members in front of cameras.
“Enough.” The handler spoke through gritted teeth and stood up. “To the bedroom.” Removing the leash and tossing it on the sofa, Momo instructed by clapping her hands twice.
With freedom to move, the puppy wiggled her tail as she followed her owner closely.
Leaning against the headboard, Momo gestured towards her laps.
“Lay down.”
The pliant puppy crawled into the bed and circled on a spot before resting her head on Momo’s thigh. A hand started patting her shoulder soothingly and Nayeon let her body fully relax by dropping her entire weight onto the softness surrounding her.
It just felt so nice. To be loved by Momo, to be taken care of in a safe space. She huddled up closer to her owner.
“Good girl.”
Momo praised while smiling at her puppy who is enjoying the state of bliss. It still feels surreal to her, how much trust her girlfriend puts in her and their relationship. This is a dream come true: becoming Nayeon’s owner.
That night when she talked about puppy play for the first time, the older woman listened attentively with an open heart. Nayeon possessed the admirable quality. She does not judge. Even when she questions, it was not to challenge, but to gain an insight. The way she leaned in and pressed their bodies closer under the duvet just to hear Momo explain every terminology better was a great source of encouragement for Momo speak confidently.
Still, the change in dynamics can be overwhelming. Momo would always keep track of the time they spend as handler and puppy.
Minutes before the clock struck midnight, Momo spoke into a void again.
“Cowabunga.”
Upon hearing the safe word, Nayeon opened her eyes and inhaled sharply. Rested, her body signaled as her muscles polished away the sores.
She recognized her own bedroom, and the flowery sweet scent against her own skin doused in the smell of faux leather and fur.
“Momo…”
This is the first name she called out, as always and ever will be.
Carefully, she pushed herself up on both hands and turned around to face the Japanese woman.
“Come here, unnie.”
Arms opened wide, Momo invited her girlfriend for a welcome hug after emerging from headspace.
Grinning from ear to ear, Nayeon moved swiftly. She locked her knees on Momo’s sides before rushing in for a kiss affectionately. Metaphorical, but being held by the woman she love felt exactly like the air has been renewed and the flowers in her lungs flourished again.
“Unnie…” Giggling from the ticklish kisses dominating along her neck, Momo asked while squirming. “Did you had fun?”
“Of course! I enjoyed the roleplay. I want to do it again, and again! But only with you!” Nayeon declared with full burst of energy.
But Momo zoned out of the conversation midway as her eyes became glued to her girlfriend’s cleavage. Her obvious-as-hell reaction only pushed for a devilish smirk and dangerous plot from Nayeon.
“Momo ya… Aren’t you gonna help unnie to remove this corset?” The older woman bit her lip and requested almost too sweetly.
Entranced, Momo gulped and nodded.
“I want everything else to stay. Especially the tail. It feels really good whenever you fuck me while I have a plug in my ass.”
Happy with the hot outfit that boasted her figure, Nayeon laughed as her hand wrapped around Momo’s slacked jaw. “My God, I have the most adorable girlfriend.”
“H-Happy birthday, unnie.” Momo slapped herself mentally - this was not how she planned to start the special day.
“Aww, thank you! Now grant me a wish!”
Being generous, the instigator allowed a moment and let her insinuating words settle in her girlfriend’s heart.
• • •
“Fuck!”
Being shoved into her own bed by Momo only made Nayeon blatantly wetter.
The Japanese woman tossed away her own nightgown and let their bare bodies meet hastily. She grabbed her girlfriend’s wrist and started to suck on two long digits while grinding her hips.
Nayeon moaned when she felt the pool of arousal between her girlfriend’s legs. “You’re always so ready to be mine.”
Hovering over the birthday girl, Momo’s face contorted in pleasure. But dutifully, she inserted her fingers inside Nayeon and returned the favor. She could feel the walls clamping down on her digits while their naked and sweaty bodies rocked back and forth on the bed. The feeling of their hardened nipples and taut abs rubbing together created a collaboration for filthy curses and erotic moans.
Like a puppy teething, Nayeon bit on Momo’s plump, soft lips. She tugged at it possessively, turned on by the Japanese woman’s ragged whimper. “Let unnie hear more of your beautiful cries.” Grunting, she stacked her strength into her dominant arm and penetrated ruthlessly.
“Unnie!”
Momo whined as she could feel herself releasing soon.
But this night is for Nayeon.
So, determined to please and worship, she curled her fingers and thrusted faster.
Hit by an orgasm while her anus has been stimulated the entire night, the older woman’s body thrashed wildly despite being pinned. For someone who could belt the highest note effortlessly while singing, she was surprisingly quiet when her pleasure gushed to the hilt.
Suddenly equipped with the strong vocal cord of a main vocalist, Momo screamed when she felt Nayeon’s teeth sinking into her shoulder.
“Ugh, fuck!”
Nayeon’s bite and long fingers triggered the sensory alarms inside the Japanese woman.
Momo’s ears rang as she fucked herself into her girlfriend’s hand to prolong the euphoric waves radiating from her cunt.
• • •
A thick cozy blanket that Momo brought from home came into use as they settled in a cuddling position after countless rounds of pleasure in bed, and in the bathroom.
“Momo ya…” Nayeon hugged her girlfriend tighter as she spoke slowly, almost slurring. “Will you stay tonight?”
She sighed dreamily as she felt Momo scratching her scalp gently. It was therapeutic, and promoted a drowsy feeling. Crashing out after all that adrenaline, her heavy eyelids fought against her sleepiness just to hear a reply.
Momo - mentally prepared to ninja her way out of the apartment complex tomorrow morning to avoid any paparazzi - hummed and gave her girlfriend a kiss on the head.
“Of course. Happy birthday to you, my puppy.”