Pikmin!!!

“You’re so hot…”

You giggled and pushed playfully at the woman pressed against you. She was a little bit older, somewhere in her late twenties or early thirties you assumed and way too pretty to be in the trashy bar bathroom she was making out with you in. 

“Thank you,” you responded, pulling back to look at Noeul. Your lipstick was smudged all over her mouth and her pupils were blown wide. “You’re not the worst I’ve done for a dive bar bathroom.” 

She scoffed and nipped at your jaw, leaving the millionth pink little mark on your skin. “Shut up,” she muttered, shoving you up against the restroom door. You gasped at the impact before bursting out laughing. Several vodka crans had made everything funny and the world spin. “Mm, I’m sorry.” You smiled, kissing her lips again gently. “That’s no way to be talking to the nice lady who bought me drinks.” Noeul hummed and ran her tongue over your lip, her hand coming up to caress your face. 

“My, um- my car is in the parking lot,” she ventured, her mouth leaving the taste of whiskey in yours. “It’s a mess but if you wanted…” She sounded nervous and it was so attractive. An older woman who was fumbling her flirting, inviting you to her car for a drunk makeout, this was the dream. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, wriggling out of her grip. Noeul gave you a look for escaping but you just beamed at her and she rolled her eyes. “This way.” She opened the bathroom door and led you out of the bar. 

The air outside was sticky with summer, your own sweat and heady thoughts mixing into the atmosphere. Noeul’s car was way in the back of the lot, tucked under a tree. It was more like a van which you didn’t mind, it was better for heated make out sessions anyway. You slid the door open and climbed inside, Noeul right behind you. She looked around at the floor in embarrassment, like she was rethinking her offer to let someone into her vehicle. 

“Sorry about the mess,” she started, getting cut off when you kissed her. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around her neck and pressed your body forward until her back hit the floor. She moaned into your mouth, hands cupping your breasts before hesitating like she didn’t know what she was allowed to touch. “It’s okay,” you coaxed, guiding her hand so her palm pressed over your nipples. “I want this, want you.” Something about the way you were talking to her, helping her learn your body made Noeul soaked. She sat up and pulled you closer, your hips firmly on top of hers. Her body was warm and strong and her skin was soft and her hair was sleek and she was looking at you like you hung the moon. 

You tried to say something, tried to tell her how pretty she was, beyond pretty but your brain wouldn’t work. All you could say were dumb things like “Please kiss me.” God, that sounded pathetic. But it was worth being pathetic when you had Noeul kissing you. Her lips devouring yours, tongue claiming your mouth like you were meant to be hers. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” she panted, coming up for air. Her hand dropped to your thigh to push up the dress you were wearing. 

The fabric stretched over your skin, reaching up your hips and settled around your waist. Noeul stared for a moment at the bow on your panties before her eyes focused on the wet patch that had formed from your arousal. Your breathing came in soft little gasps as you mouthed at her neck. “Are you just gonna stare or?” She shook her head, her eyes moving back up to meet yours. “N-no, sorry, just uhm…I don’t normally have sex with women so.” That made sense, given the flirting, the shyness, the fumbling. 

“Ah, well, that’s okay,” you smiled, pulling her arms around your body. “Just touch me how you would touch yourself, yeah?” She nodded and took one hand back to slip her fingers into your underwear. Her digits pulled the cloth aside and that look took over her eyes again, the blank little stare that told you she was so painfully inexperienced. You shimmied your way out of them, tossing them somewhere in the front of her car for her to find in the morning and remember you by. Noeul’s tongue continued to slide against your messily, not really heaving any certain rhythm to the way that she kissed you. Her hand was back between your thighs now, fingers spread your folds and prodding gently at your entrance. You whimpered when the first one slipped in, your nails digging into her shoulders. 

“Good?” she asked, caressing your cheek with her free hand. “Yes,” you breathed. “Another, please.” Noeul pumped her first finger slowly a few times, letting you get used to the slight stretch of her before adding her middle. She curled them carefully, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. Your head tipped back, soft little gasps leaving your lips as the squelching sound of her fingering you filled the car. It didn’t take long for her to find a rhythm; once she got settled you could tell that she knew what she was doing, at least to some extent. 

She liked to stare, particularly at your face. It was a little creepy in the dark of the parking lot, but the look in her eyes told you she was consumed entirely by the idea of pleasing you. Her eyes were these never ending pools, something you could lose yourself in forever. She leaned closer, dragging her lips over the soft skin of your neck and breathing in deeply. Should you be freaked out that this woman was staring at you and smelling you like you were a piece of meat? Maybe. Were you also totally turned on by it? Yeah. 

“You smell so good,” she moaned into your hair, her hips moving against your thigh. “And you’re so pretty, have I told you how pretty you are?” Noeul was straddling your leg now, rocking back and forth to try and sooth her aching clit in her underwear. “Not enough,” you replied, half joking until she started giving you more and more complements. “These are perfect,” she muttered, reaching a hand up your shirt to grasp at your tits. “So’s your waist and your thighs, fuck, it’s like I’m dreaming all of this.”

Her fingers pulled out before thrusting back in again, searching for the spot inside of you that would make you cum. She knew she had found it when you started mewling like she was doing something revolutionary. “Noeul- Noeul, oh god,” you pleaded, grasping onto her wrist. “Keep doing that, it feels so good.” Her eyes lit up at the sight of you begging for her and she aimed her fingers for your sweet spot once more. While her hand worked between her thighs, her mouth crashed onto yours again, stealing the air from your lungs. Despite not having sex with women, Noeul was a good kisser. It had nothing to do with her previous lesbian experiences of course, it was just something you noticed, it was hard not to when her tongue was in your mouth. 

You couldn’t help taking your own hand and pushing up her shirt, the woman might be flat chested but when has that ever stopped a real boob lover? Her lips traveled to your neck, pressing kisses to your collarbone and sinking teeth into soft skin. Your head tipped back to give her better access to your body and she accepted without a second thought. It came so naturally to her, like a sixth sense of how to please you. 

The real surprise, though, was how quickly she found your clit. Maybe it wasn’t the speed at which she found it, but rather what she was doing to it. Her nails were kept short but the texture was so much smoother than that of her skin. She dragged her thumbnail up and over your clit before running the pad of her thumb back over your sensitive bud. Her own throbbed, begging for attention. The breath leaving her was steadily getting more and more labored against your neck like she wanted to tell you something but couldn’t find the words. Noticing her behavior, your palm flattened against her stomach, starting to slide down. “Is this what you want?” you whispered, looking into the depths of Noeul’s eyes. She nodded rapidly, pushing your hand down further with the hand that wasn’t inside you.

As you dipped your fingers into her underwear, you could feel hers curling inside you again, hitting your g-spot just to feel you clamp down around her. Your own fingertips brushed over her clit for the first time and she moaned loudly, hips jerking forward instantly. You smiled gently, pressing down a little harder as she grinded on your hand. “You wanna cum together?” you asked, trying not to blow your composure. “Yes,” Noeul breathed excitedly, starting to paw at your top. “This needs to come off, though, I need to be close to you.” Taking your hand out of her pants, you pulled your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra. The other woman was basically salivating now, openly ogling your tits. “They’re just boobs,” you laughed airily, cupping the back of her neck. “You forget I don’t see boobs often,” she responded, reaching up to grope you gently. “Take mine off?” 

You obeyed, unbuttoning her blouse and helping her shrug it off. You whimpered at the loss of her fingers in you but you ignored it in favor of more skin to skin. Noeul’s bra was the next to go, allowing you to finally see her breasts. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t inside you anymore, it didn’t matter if you lost your orgasm, all that mattered was this gorgeous woman who wanted to kiss you. And that’s exactly what she did. After a moment of admiring each other and trying to catch your breath, your mouths crashed together, passionate, hot, and completely absorbed in each other. Her tongue dipped into your mouth, sliding over your bottom lip as she buried her hands in your hair. 

You leaned back, pulling away only to look behind you to make sure you weren’t hitting anything. She pushed you back against the floor of her van and pressed her body on yours. Both of you were trying to be as close as possible, sweat and slick and your perfume and her spit. Her head dipped down, making a path down your neck for the thousandth time that night until she reached your chest. Her lips wrapped around one of your nipples, starting to suck gently while her hand reached up to tweak the other one. You let out a soft sigh, arching up into her. Slotting your leg back between her thighs, you pulled her leg between yours as well. 

Her body rolled against yours, humping your leg eagerly. “Fuck, okay,” you started, putting your hand back in her panties. “‘M gonna be close soon, you too?” She nodded, moaning around your breasts. She followed your motion, putting her hand up your skirt to play with your clit. “Just rub circles.” A shudder racked your body, as you felt her heed your plea, dragging her thumb in circles around it painstakingly slowly. Your own fingers worked over hers as well, middle and index running through her folds. Cunt clenching around nothing, you pulled Noeul face back up to yours and kissed her again. Everything was getting a lot more desperate, with your orgasm building quickly in your stomach, it was like you were trying to cram as much pleasure into your time before you climaxed. Her fingers slipped back in you and you gasped, whimpering against her lips. 

She curled them carefully, pressing your sweet spot with her fingertips. You could feel yourself slipping, unable to hold off your peak. You started to rub Noeul’s clit faster, rolling it between your fingers and dipping your others in her entrance. She pulled back from kissing to go back to staring, watching your face twist in pleasure as her own features twitched and morphed. Her lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were filled with obsession. Just as you felt your orgasm about to hit, she leaned into your ear and whispered “Go on, all over my hand, pretty thing.” 

Your pussy spasmed, orgasm slamming into you so hard it forced you to arch into her involuntarily. Your fingers stilled on her clit, brain too hazy with lust to do anything, but not before you felt her tense up and then go limp, signaling her own climax. Her breathing synced with yours, panting as you laid there, limbs tangled together in a heap. Noeul lifted her head from where it had fallen on your shoulder and reached up to brush the hair that had stuck to your forehead out of the way. “That was good,” she said, almost sounding like she was in disbelief. “I’ve never felt this way with someone before.” You smiled, stroking her back and tracing the valleys of her skin. “As in an orgasm or something else?”

“Both,” she admitted, cupping your cheek. “I don’t really know how to explain it but this might have been the best sex of my life and I kinda regret that it was in the back of my car.” This time you laughed, kissing her forehead as you explained: “That might be what’s called post nut clarity.” Her nose wrinkled at the crudeness which only made you continue to snicker. “Whatever it is,” she started, moving past your immaturity, “It makes me think that we should do this again, preferably in a bed.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I’d like that.”

A/N: Yes, this was originally supposed to be oral, but I changed it to lean into the slightly weird and submissive angle. Also, even though it's off the color scheme I love the picture of her in the header she looks so good...

Credit to @issysh3ll for the divider

Day Five: Saturday

Saebyeok groaned as you dragged her out of the dorm, not used to being up so early on weekends. “Baby, why are you so mean…” she complained, arms wrapped around your waist. Her body was dead weight that folded over yours. “Let’s go back to bed, I’m hard.” Since last night she had tried every trick in the book to get you to sleep with her and it had taken all your strength not to give in. She knew you could smell her pheromones and she also knew you didn’t typically take scent blockers or heat suppressants. 

“We have to get ready for the show,” you explained, “plus, Cheol is going to be there. You’re not going to fuck me when he’s here.” You pulled her into the bathroom where she promptly tried to bend you over the sink counter. Wriggling free, you huffed and pushed her towards a shower stall. 

“Uh-uh, go get ready, I’m going to find you a pill for your fever.” She whined in response, clutching at you desperately. “But shower with me,” she pleaded pathetically, “to calm me down.” You shook your head adamantly and pulled her into a stall. “You’re just going to knot me in the shower then.”

“So what if I am? I can’t help it, you’re so pretty, and nice and- and my rut is awful.” If she could think properly Saebyeok would be embarrassed to even let that sentence form in her head, let alone be spoken to you. But her desperation kept feeding into her babbling.

“Are you going to be alright for the show?” you cupped her face and pressed the back of your hand against her forehead. “I don’t want to drag you with me if you’re not up to it.” At that she straightened up immediately, hands off your ass and shook her head quickly. “No, I’ll be okay, promise! I don’t want to ruin this for you.”

You smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Best roommate ever, thank you so much Sae,” you murmured. “I can drive you to pick up Cheol after you get dressed and then we’ll head to the show.” 

When Saebyeok had picked her brother up from the orphanage, you drove to the small venue for the event. “Noona,” the little boy asked his sister shyly, holding her hand as she sat with him in the back of the car. “Did you get a girlfriend?” The sudden question made you tighten your grip on the steering wheel. 

“Uhm…not quite,” she chuckled awkwardly; “she’s my roommate at college.” Her brother craned his neck to look at you and caught your gaze in the rearview mirror. He giggled and turned back to his sister. “She’s pretty, you should get married.” Your heart swelled with maternal instinct and stopped beating at the same time.

Saebyeok coughed, choking on her own breath before responding. “Cheol, that’s a little fast, don’t you think?” The boy quirked his head in confusion. “No? When you get a girlfriend you marry her. Then you have babies,” he teased, head butting her shoulder. His sister turned bright red and covered his mouth. “I’m so sorry about him, he’s normally so respectful.” You had to swallow a laugh, clenching your jaw and looking at the road. “It’s alright.”

At the venue you pulled the siblings into a dressing room and carefully wheeled in the mannequin with your dress. Cheol sat on the loveseat with some juice and cookies while you and Saebyeok hid behind the massive partition. She started to strip and you felt your gut twist when she took off her shirt. “You’re gonna- uhm,” you swallowed thickly, trying to collect your thoughts. “Need a different bra and boxers.” She nodded and pulled you closer to her, letting you feel her hard on. “Be a doll and take these ones off of me then?” It was such a quiet whisper you almost thought you imagined it, but no. Your pussy twitched involuntarily and you put your head on her shoulder. “You’re mean to me.”

She was. She loved it. Saebyeok guided your hand to her chest, letting you feel her breasts. They were small but you didn’t care, all that mattered was keeping track of her other hand, the one that was sliding down your skirt to grab your ass. “You’re lucky Cheol is here,” she murmured into your ear. “Otherwise you could be sucking my dick right now.” Her hand squeezed your ass and your hips rutted forward with a mind of their own. “Don’t say things like that, it doesn’t stop me from getting wet,” you responded breathlessly, the smell of her making you dizzy.

“That’s the point.” She smiled and held you steady as you moved your body on hers, trying not to whimper. “My needy girl, who’s the horny one now?” You swatted her arm and she laughed softly, pulling you off of her like you weighed nothing. “Bra and boxers, remember?” she teased. A sigh left you but you nodded and went to go grab the undergarments.

Being in the same room as her was almost painful; your cunt ached to be filled by her. Thank god your instructor offered to take Cheol up to the front row near the runway. When they had left Saebyeok smirked at you, watching your composure crack by the second. She backed you into a wall and pinned your hands above your head. “Please just the tip,” you whined pathetically. “Or something to tide me over, I can’t take this anymore.” Her fingers flicked the edge of your pencil skirt, trying to decide if she should give you what you were begging for. The brush of her lips against yours made you lean forward to try and get more but she leaned back.

“No,” she said firmly, “it’ll only distract you. This is really big for you and I don’t want to ruin it because I couldn’t control my urges.” A small wordless plea left you and tried reason with her. This was what she wanted, it would just be a quickie, you could swallow, just kissing or letting you grind on her, your skin would be glowing, all these different excuses to make. 

She straightened your skirt and made sure your blouse was properly buttoned. “There you go, looking so smart. I know it’s hard but we just have to get through the show.” You looked at her with helpless eyes, the ones every omega knew how to use to get what they wanted. “Please, Sae, I thought you needed me,” the words were soft like a siren’s song. “I thought I was just an omega who needed to be bred. What else is there for me to do?” She shook her head, trying to keep you calm. “You’re not just an omega, I’m not that type of alpha.” 

“There’s so much more for you to do, beautiful.” She was going to be all over you later but for now you needed to be focused. You groaned but let her step back from you and get changed. “I hope you know I’m mad at you,” you grumbled, watching her put her clothes on. She snickered and looked over at the dress you were about to put her in. “That’s fine, I’ll just fuck the attitude out of you later.” You knew she absolutely would but just rolled your eyes at her.

As you carefully helped her into the dress, she whispered filthy things against your skin, nipping at your fingers if they got too close to her mouth. “First, I’ll eat you out, get you nice and slick before giving you three fingers. Then, you get two knots in missionary and three in doggy. You’ll be so fucked out by the end of it, the only thing you’ll know how to do is suck me off.” It wasn’t like her to say such things but you weren’t complaining. Finally, she was prepared. You wanted to sink to your knees and beg for her, she was so perfect.

Saebyeok looked otherworldly in that dress and she knew it from your reaction. “Go on, use your big girl words,” she cooed, patting your hand. “Tell me how pretty I am and I’ll tell you what a good job you did.” Suddenly, your brain was mush. Nothing could be processed except the idea of getting praised again. You weren’t supposed to be this stupid, only during your heats did your mind completely shut down. 

“Y-you look so good.” The stammer you let out was embarrassing but she found it endearing. “Yeah? Look at yourself, pretty girl, you know how much strength it took to say no to you looking like that?” All coherent thoughts were gone just like that. The only thing you knew you had to do was get her to hair and makeup. You took Saebyeok’s arm gently and guided her to the row of makeup artists while she giggled and wrapped her arm around your waist.

When the artist asked what look you wanted you let Saebyeok pick and surprisingly she nailed exactly what you had in mind. Her hair was a little bit different since it was short and there wasn’t much to work with so it styled simply with a small curl at the bottom. 

Now the runway. 

Oddly enough, nerves seemed to finally hit your roommate as she peeked out into the venue hall. She gave a small wave to Cheol before turning back to you. “Are you sure I can do this?” It wasn’t even in question anymore, and if it should be it was too late. “Yes,” you whispered, reaching up to brush her bangs away from her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, this dress looks like it was made for you, Sae. You’ll do great, I promise.” She let out a soft whimper and her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch you. It was almost funny how easily she switched up from dominant to submissive. 

“Can I have you after, please? I’ll behave, I promise, I just need to make you feel good and say thank you.” A small smile crept onto your face and you nodded. “Whatever my girl wants.” The response was cruel and she wanted to touch you right there but she couldn’t. “You’ll only know my name by the end of it,” she breathed, tilting your face to hers and kissing your forehead before you were pulled away to watch in the front row.

Saebyeok coming down the catwalk was everything. She was indescribable, but everyone could tell just how perfect she was. You weren’t even focused on the dress anymore, it wasn’t anything special. All you could think about was her. How you wanted her on top of you, inside you, filling you, claiming you- “You did a great job with the tailoring.” One of your classmates leaned over and whispered, “I’d love to see how you did it.” 

Tossing a quick glance over your shoulder you saw Mina, a senior who was eyeing you more than the tailoring she had mentioned. “Thanks, but Mrs. Jang helped me with most of that,” you lied through your teeth, trying not to give her more attention. Mina scowled and withdrew the hand that was touching your arm. 

Backstage it took all your energy not to pounce on Saebyeok. You helped her awkwardly get out of the dress and sat with your foot tapping while she got dressed. Before she even had the chance to pull her shirt all the way over her head, you were on her. Your lips peppered her face with kisses as she spun around with you in her arms. “I did it,” she murmured, “you knew I could.” 

She breathed in your air, your faces too close for anything innocent. There wasn’t a lot of time before Cheol undoubtedly tracked you two down… Sabyeok’s eyes met yours for a split second before you were kissing. Her lips were soft and perfect, cold but so smooth as her mouth immediately opened. Tongues sliding together, your hand slid up the front of her shirt, fingers brushing at her bra.

“How long did it take you to cum yesterday?” She panted, dropping to her knees. “Fifteen minutes? Whatever it is, I’ll do better. Always better.” Your skirt was around your ankles, followed by your panties before Saebyeok was spreading your thighs. “Always been so pretty,” she hummed. 

She helped you onto the couch, one of your legs slung over her shoulder as she kissed up your skin. “Fuck…” she breathed “I’ve been wanting this all week. Had to suppress my rut whenever I saw you.” Saebyeok licked a stripe up your slit and you gasped. She looked up at you through her bangs. “Am I doing good?” You nodded frantically and arched off the couch.

The next five minutes were the best of your life. Hips grinding on Saebyeok’s mouth, her thumb on your clit, your hands buried in her hair. It was everything. She was so skilled it made your pussy weep for her. Soft kisses on your thighs, fingers gently spreading your folds and working you open. You came too quickly to properly enjoy it; so caught up in the excitement of finally being touched in such a scandalous way.

“Sae,” a whimper slipped out of you, watching her stand up and tower over your wrecked body on the couch. Fuck, she was so hot. The other woman brushed your hair from your eyes and cooed at you. “You did so well, baby, I’ll find something to clean you up with.”

Aftercare wasn’t spectacular but it was the best she could do without drawing attention the fact she had just fucked you in a dressing room. Saebyeok found a bottle of water and some tissues, gently cleansing the cum from your legs and helping you into your clothes before holding you on the couch. “You can walk, right?” She teased, rubbing your back. You made a noise that was half annoyed, half embarrassed. 

A knock on the door made the two of you spring apart just as Cheol walked in. He was too distracted hugging his sister to notice the weird energy in the room. “You were so awesome, noona!” The little boy squealed. “When you walked past me it felt like woosh, and you came back and it was like swoosh, and Mrs. Jang said your friend made that dress just for you!” Saebyeok chuckled and talked with her brother, her eyes occasionally flicking to you while you stood in the corner and fixated on making sure your skirt was straight. 

After talking the three of you helped clean up. Cheol was stacking way too many chairs to carry while Saebyeok followed you around like a lost puppy. “Shouldn’t you be taking care of your brother?” you sighed affectionately. She was standing behind you with her face in your neck, the streamers she was pulling down limp in the hand not holding your waist. “He has five other models fawning over him right now and this was his idea.” you turned and she frowned slightly which made you laugh lightly. “Really? The ten year old orchestrated your latest romantic operation?” Her face was red and she started to back up but you caught her wrist. “I’m kidding,” you assured her. “But you do have to keep cleaning,” your eyes moved to Cheol and his chairs, “and seriously, consider a leash for him.” Saebyeok smiled quickly and went to wrangle her brother before he caused damage to public property.

You chewed your lip while you went back to work. It wasn’t ridiculous to think you were going to get more from her given what she had been saying before the show but was it more than just a silly secret romance to keep from her brother? What was it in the first place? Friends with benefits? Roommates who no longer needed a double room? The spiral should have happened a lot earlier with all the tension building this week but who the fuck had time to worry about a gay situationship when you had miniskirts due on a Tuesday at midnight? No, you just needed to clear your head. You had been too stressed out recently and it was messing with your head. Hopefully it didn’t reach your pH balance… You would go out to lunch, make an attempt at not awkward conversation, go home and take a goddamn nap. Yeah, that would fix this. Sleep always helped.

Once everything was cleaned, you took the siblings to a restaurant down the street. Cheol was looking at the menu with wide eyes whilst Saebyeok made a face that screamed acceptance of an empty wallet. “This is going to hurt,” she said under her breath when the waitress appeared. Surprisingly, the order was not as horrendous as anticipated and she only needed to borrow 1,500 won. 

Lunch was also not as bad as you were worried about it being. Saebyeok went back and forth between chatting with you and Cheol, occasionally getting her responses mixed up, leading to her face pausing while she made sure she wasn’t about to make an inappropriate joke to her brother. She was adorable with her nose scrunched up and her brow furrowed as she tried to remember what she said to whom. 

You ate slowly, trying to pace yourself and not look like you had been starved for days. “You have…” Saebyeok muttered, reaching her hand up to swipe the rice from your face. Blush spread over your cheeks as Cheol made an “oooooo” noise, earning him a swat of the shoulder. That same hand from Saebyeok then proceeded to reach under the table to rest on your knee. The action was not even remotely erotic but your panties flooded anyway. Before you knew it, it was way too hot in the restaurant. Your body burned and all you could smell was the girl across from you. Fuck. Your heat. It was foolish enough walking around with an alpha in a rut, but not taking any scent blockers or suppressants beforehand? Your cycle was bound to be triggered by the end of the day. 

“You alright?” she asked, leaning in a little and her hand slid up further. You jerked your knee away, bumping into hers and making her eyes widen. “Yeah, of course,” you replied shortly, “just need some air.” You scurried out the door and leaned against the wall of a nearby alley, panting. The bells jingled a few minutes later and Saebyeok appeared, holding her hands up like a criminal caught after a car chase. “Just wanted to check on you.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette box and a lighter. She flicked the box open and offered you one. When you shook your head, she shrugged, lithe fingers taking one for herself before lighting it and shoving the package back in her coat.

“You never struck me as a smoker,” you commented, watching a shudder run through the woman as she looked at you. “I don’t try to be. It’s a habit I picked up when I first came here from that gang of loansharks.” You blinked in surprise. It was like Saebyeok was a whole new person. Smoking, gangs, what’s next, coke? Or maybe the version you knew was the new her. She stifled a laugh at the expression on your face and blew out her smoke. “I’ll tell you later. What’s up with you? You ran out like someone set your hair on fire.” You avoided her eyes. This was the awkward part you had been worried about. “Um…Imayhavedevelopedacrushonyouandpurposefullydidn’ttakeanythingtoblockyourrutandnowI’mgoingintoheat.” The two of you stood there in silence for a moment and you worried that Saebeyok was thinking about how crazy you sounded right now. Something finally clicked in her head and her lips parted. Then, “You have a crush on me?”

“That’s what you’re surprised about?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes but smiling nervously. “After you ate me out today.” Saebyeok stumbled over her words, clearly not knowing how to react to this situation. "Well, I figured you did that…often with friends…?” She winced as soon as the words came out, already knowing her mistake. “You think I let my friends eat my pussy on the regular because why?” You glared at her, the mood suddenly ruined. “Because I go out at night and I like having a good time? Did you think I was just so easy that trying to get with me would be a walk in the park?” Your roommate’s face crumbled and she tried to backtrack but you were already taking out your wallet and shoving the cash for your meal into her hands. “Since I was clearly just a trophy to you, have your prize.” The words didn’t even totally make sense to you, you just wanted to say something that sounded hurtful before storming off.

You felt slightly bad for taking your car back but the area was walkable and the orphanage Cheol was at was within a comfortable distance. You drove back to your dorm in silence, stomping up the stairs as hard as you could in legs that felt like jello and slamming the door to your room. By the time you were in your bed you were sobbing. Had Saebyeok really thought you just slept around with anyone who asked? You did go on a lot of casual dates but you only slept with people when you were in a committed relationship. You thought for a moment about calling your ex-girlfriend, whom you had recently seen at a mutual friend’s party but decided against it. Instead, you sulked around your dorm suite, stealing Saebyeok’s clothes and making yourself a nest. By the time you had finished, the situation had replayed in your head over and over. It was just a misunderstanding, you told yourself. It didn’t even really make sense to get upset. Neither of us meant what we said.

It was early evening when she came back, knocking on your bedroom door before pushing it open slowly. Your room was dark and you were curled up in your nest in one of Saebyeok’s t-shirts and a fresh pair of panties. She came and sat next to your body, running her fingers over your hair. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t think…you would actually like me.” You raised your head to look at her. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re so pretty and smart and strong.” Your cold fingertips found the hem of her shirt and tugged like a child wanting to be carried. “Because I’m North Korean, most people don’t like that about me when they find that out. And I’m not very nice to you. Or, I wasn’t before this week, I guess.”

“I don’t care that you’re from the North,” you told her quietly, “and you were plenty nice to me, just in your own way.” She smiled weakly. “If you say so.” You sat up and leaned closer to her, eyes on her mouth. “I’m sorry too, I was being ridiculous from mood swings.” Saebyeok placed her hand on the back of your neck. She seemed a little nervous, like she knew what to do but didn’t know what you liked. Your fingers moved to the hem of your own shirt now. It was still technically hers but who cared? When the shirt was off she froze. Being flashed was apparently not on her agenda despite previous events. 

“Um…they’re beautiful?” she attempted, magically becoming inexperienced in the realm of dirty talking. “Sae, are you a virgin?” you asked bluntly, sliding into her lap. She shook her head, hands landing on your waist lightly. “No- I mean, I’ve done stuff with girls in the past and I know how to…do it. I just-” she paused and finally met your eyes. “I like you. And you like me too and I don’t really know how to react to that information.” She placed her face in the crook of your neck. You giggled and wrapped your arms around her neck. “You wanna work through that with me?” The offer made her lift her head and lick her lips. “Yes, please.”

It started slow, just some kisses and her hands getting familiar with your breasts. She tasted like her cigarette from hours ago and chocolate ice cream she probably got with Cheol before dropping him back at the orphanage. “Did you make a nest with my clothes?” she asked, finally pulling back and realizing that half of her closet was on your bed. You nodded, not completely paying attention to anything but getting her to touch you more. Saebyeok got the message and laid you on your back. Her lips started on your neck, sucking lightly and moving lower to your collarbone where she started to bite and nibble. When she reached your chest, she looked up at you, waiting for instructions. It was cute but also a little infuriating, you didn’t have time to coddle her and gloss what you wanted over. 

“Touch me, I don’t care where right now, I just need you to-” your begging was interrupted by a moan as the other woman wrapped her lips around one of your nipples. “Holy shit- yes, baby, just like that,” you gasped when Saebyeok looked up at you for reassurance. One of her hands circled your waist and the other grabbed your other breast. Her fingers squeezed your flesh, brushing over your nipple before pinching lightly. You squirmed under her, cursing and tugging at her hair but never saying no. She seemed to like that you were in control and followed whatever you asked of her like it was a command. At least, for the time being.

When she had finished leaving a pattern of hickeys on your torso, she moved to your cunt. “Fuck,” she breathed. Your underwear wasn’t even off yet and she was already melting. After it did come off she was more of a mess than she had been before. How many personalities did this girl have, you thought to yourself. First she’s barely more than polite to you, then she’s Miss. Flirtatious and Cool and now she’s between your thighs for the second time today, rambling about how pretty you are. “Did you miss me?” you pouted down at her like you hadn’t been attached at the hip for most of the day. Saebyeok nodded eagerly and pressed a kiss to your clit. “Mhm, missed your perfect pussy so much.”

She got more confident as you kept going, parting your folds with her thumbs and licking at your flesh over and over. Her tongue flattened, using broad strokes before switching to flicks. Whimpering her name like a prayer, you let her slide one finger inside you, curling slowly before adding another. She pumped her fingers in and out of your pussy, scissoring them and aiming for the spot she knew would leave you shaking. 

You weren’t the only one who was making noise. Saebyeok herself was moaning quietly against your thighs, her own legs rubbing together. “Sae, do you need to…” you trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how to phrase what you wanted to say. She shook her head quickly. “Not yet, I want to make you cum first.” The words made your walls clench around her fingers and your pupils blew wide. Your…friend might not be the best with her words at times but she knew how to make you wet for her. “I’m close, I’m so- oh my god!” Your body tensed and your legs squeezed around Saebyeok’s head as you clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry that tore its way out of your throat. 

She was breathing heavily, as were you after your orgasm had racked your body. Saebyeok pushed herself up slowly and gave you a kiss. Her chin was covered in your cum but you didn’t care, you just wanted her clothes off. You scrambled to unbutton her jeans while she yanked off her shirt. 

Your clothes fell to the floor and formed a heap as she descended back onto you, mouths crashing together with enough passion to create a renaissance painting. Her tongue slipped over yours, her hands going to your hips to hold you in place so she could grind on you. “Shit,” she whined, rocking her pelvis into yours. “Don’t think I can last long.” She grabbed one of your thighs and hooked it around her waist, lining her cock up with your entrance. “Ready?” she whispered, pressing her forehead against yours. “Uh-huh, yeah,” you responded breathlessly, trying to keep still. 

When the head slipped inside, both of you tensed, the feeling unfamiliar but so good. Saebyeok moved her head to rest in the hollow of your neck as she tried to calm herself. Her breath came in and out of her nose, trying to stave off her orgasm before she made herself look like an absolute loser. “You feel really good,” she admitted softly. “Really wet,” she breathed in. “And warm.” You stared up at the ceiling, bringing your hand up to caress her hair. “You feel…big.” She snorted quietly and you smiled. “I’m being serious,” you protested, tightening your legs around her waist. “I know you are,” she reassured you, “but big’s not the only thing you’re going to be feeling.” 

She drew her hips back until just the tip was left inside and thrusted forward, settling back in again. You sucked in a breath as you felt her brush against your cervix and she smirked at you. “How’s that feeling now, huh?” You swallowed thickly, trying to form your words without tripping over them. “Bigger,” you said meekly. “Thick too, you never told me you were packing.” Saebyeok blushed and swatted your thigh. “Not exactly the mood I’m going for.” 

You pouted, rocking your hips up. “You don’t want me talking about how big your dick is when you fuck me?” She frowned at you sternly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I was thinking more like making love or a very passionate affair.” Her body started to move against yours, pushing in and out slowly. Your nails sunk into her back, bringing her closer to you as you whispered in her ear. “How classic lit major of you,” you teased cornily, nipping at her chin. Her jaw clenched and you could tell you were getting on her nerves, just a little. “Are you trying to piss me off?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is it working?” you shot back, a bit too interested in the idea of her being angry at you while she knotted your pussy. 

Instead of answering, she pulled out of you and flipped you over. “You wanna talk big, fine.” Her tip dragged over your slit once, twice, then sank into you in one smooth stroke. Your back arched up into her, face dropping on your pillow. Saebyeok grabbed the one that your head wasn’t resting on and positioned it underneath you, propping you up so she could reach as deep as possible. “This is what you wanted, right?” She leaned down, her lips next to your ear. Her hips started to set her pace, achingly slow. It had to be torture for her aswell but she didn’t dare show it. “I’m not going to give it to you, though. We’re going to go nice and slow, just how I like it, because guess what? I wasn’t the one sulking today, I wasn’t the one who made a whole nest, I’m not the one that doesn’t deserve to cum. That’s you.”

It was unfair, she was being mean. But you had goaded her into it and you had made her wait all week, a little bit of edging couldn’t be that bad, right? The rhythm of her hips was sweet, aiming for the sweet spot inside of you instead of just thrusting recklessly. Every once in a while she would stop, fully sheathed to grind her hips against your ass, listening to your moaning. You already knew your college dorm walls were thin and this definitely wasn’t helping. Hands now curled into one of her t-shirts you had stolen for your nest, you tried to remain coherent, you really did, but some things were impossible. Saebyeok seemed to know what she was doing so expertly and you could feel it as well. Every time you felt as though you were close, when your walls started to clamp down on her cock she would pull back. 

She felt just the tiniest bit bad for you, drooling all over your pillow, it must feel agonizing, having her dick brush up against your g-spot countless times, but it wasn’t enough to make her stop. She needed to destroy you, take you apart piece by piece just for her. But there wasn’t enough time, as much as she tried, Saebyeok couldn’t put off cumming forever, it was bound to happen at some point. She could feel it getting closer by the moment, her knot swelling slightly with every squelch of your cunt around her. “Baby, you gotta stop squeezing me like that,” she panted, her hips stuttering. “Can’t,” you mewled, humping pathetically back onto her. “You feel too good.” 

There were many things Saebyeok was supposed to be, and many more she was supposed to have- the top two being stamina and restraint. She had survived harsh winters and authoritarian governments, ran a hundred races and fought for her scholarship tooth and nail and she was crumbling because of a girl. The most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. The girl who was sweet to her brother, sweet to her and smelled so, so good. It was fucking her up big time. 

Her hand slid under your stomach, making its way between your legs to rub your clit. Your cunt was dripping slick everywhere, between your thighs and onto her fingers as she pressed her thumb against you. The muscles in your legs tensed, trying to find a way to close even though it was much too late for that. “Sae, ‘m so close,” you gasped out, face buried in her clothes. You could feel her knot inside you, pulsing, burning to fill you up. “Please.” She nodded, picking up her pace to try and get both of you to climax. “Cum for me, pretty girl, you’ve done so good.” 

Your orgasm made the room spin, the haze from pleasure and the smell of Saebyeok almost blinding you. You could hear her murmuring above you but you couldn’t quite make out the words. Something about “you’re so pretty” and “best omega ever” and “I’ve never given a girl a knot that big.” As your senses slowly returned to you, you could feel the knot she placed inside you and the way it already made your stomach swell. She collapsed next to you, chest heaving as she reached out to caress your face. “Was it okay?” she whispered, drawing you to her chest. “More than okay,” you mumbled, hiding your face in her shoulder. “Best sex of my life.” She smiled, running a hand through hair. “High standard to set for the first time.” You exhaled in amusement, hooking a leg around her waist. 

The room was hot, sweat and sex in the air along with the mix of your phermones. Saebyeok held you close, waiting for you to doze off while admiring your body. When she was sure you were asleep, she picked up the clothes that had been lost to the floor and added them to the nest. Then, she scoured around your dorm to find any extra things she could add. When she was finally satisfied with all her hard work, she climbed back into bed with you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and allowing herself to drift off to sleep.