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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.

Omegaverse, mutual masturbation, one petplay joke, reader is a fashion major, mostly plot for now

A/N: i'm gonna be real, this has been marinating in my drafts for like a year and I only have to finish the smut so I'm going to post the plot, go to sleep and hopefully finish the smut tomorrow. Enjoy! (credit to @thecutestgrotto for the divider)

Saebyeok thought you were just the typical bimbo mean girl who never grew out of her high school persona. To her, it was clear you were only here because of your parent’s money and not working hard for years like she had to get a full ride. Did she have any proof you were mean and stupid? No. But you were the picture of a vapid omega who was begging for a knot. I mean, dressing up in a tinier skirt every night and going out to party? Flirting with every girl on campus? Clearly, your grades were probably a dumpster fire. It bothered her that you went out every night instead of staying in like her. 

It was early evening and she was turning her room upside down looking for her rut suppressants. The university typically provided money for over the counter drugs for scholarship students like herself but Saebyeok had spent this month’s money on remittances to Cheol in the orphanage. She couldn’t afford to be confined to the dorm for a week to deal with her typically tamped down sexual urges. She had a track meet and several quizzes, not to mention the odd semester project thrown in that she had to work on in class next week. No. She would not catch a rut. It was Monday which meant she had around eight or nine days before her peak to get her hands on medication…or you.

Day 1: Tuesday

“Hey, Sae, I’m gonna go get some Chinese, you want anything?” you called from your room. She looked up from the couch in the common room and tried to ignore the way her cock twitched when you said her nickname. Thank god you didn’t have any other roommates in the suite or she would’ve already exploded. 

“N-no, I’m good, thanks,” she responded, placing a pillow over her hips. “Just save me a fortune cookie or something.” You giggled at the latter sentence and stepped out of your room. Suddenly, Saebyeok was very grateful for that pillow. 

“You’re just getting food?” she asked hesitantly. It was hard to believe that you were just running down a couple blocks to get takeout when you looked like you should be at some rager. Your makeup was rushed and messy but it didn’t take away from the look, if anything it added to it. The dress you were wearing was more classy as opposed to what you wore to the club but still fit your figure nicely and had a flattering neckline. 

“Yeah.” You looked at her quizzically. “Why? Am I overdressed?” She immediately backpedaled, sitting up on her knees and shaking her head. “No, of course not! You just look…really nice.” The final words were mumbled and she ducked her head in shame. “Thanks,” you said softly, turning to leave before your panties could get any damper. 

When you finally left the dorm Saebyeok heaved a comically large sigh and flopped back down again. Her head turned to look at the door to your room which was cracked open. She shouldn’t. It would be wrong to go into her roommate’s bedroom without permission, especially when that roommate was you. She paused, reflecting on her thoughts for a moment. Why did it matter if the roommate was you? It’s not like she was fond of you or anything, she thought you were annoying. But that still didn’t mean she should go into your room…

Eventually her perverseness won out and she crept into your room like she was about to steal a priceless artifact from one of the world’s most famous museums. She laid down in your bed which was covered in your scent. Saebyeok pressed her nose into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric of clothes that had been used to create your last nest. When she raised her head she noticed the piece of clothing she was holding onto was an unfamiliar looking sweatshirt. It had the university emblem on it, and when she did a thorough sniff check she could detect the faintest scent of another alpha. 

Something started to blaze inside her as her mind raced with ideas about who could have possibly not only given you clothes for a nest, but also probably scent marked you. She remembered you coming home with the most pungent smell surrounding you a few weeks ago but because she had been on suppressants then, she didn’t pay it much mind. “If she needed a date that badly she could’ve just asked,” Saebyeok grumbled to herself, tossing the sweatshirt over her shoulder and into the common area. After laying in your sheets for a little while longer, she finally got up and grabbed the sweatshirt. Her scent lingered faintly in your bed but you wouldn’t recognize it as hers until much later. 

As she dragged her newest enemy to her room, Saebyeok made sure to find her own sweatshirt which was the exact same as the one she had found in your bed and replace it; taking a moment to make sure it was drowning in the smell of her. Then, she left the dorm and went downstairs for a moment to dispose of the filthy thing in a dumpster before going back upstairs. She felt much too proud of herself considering she was jealous about an alpha she didn’t even know seeing her roommate that she didn’t even like. It wasn’t jealousy, per se, it was just her looking out for you. Yeah, no other alpha was truly trustworthy with your heart so she had to gently nudge you in the right direction. Her.

She could take care of you, help you study, she’d cook, hold hands, kiss, sleep with you- her eyes flew open as she caught her thoughts again. She didn’t want to sleep with you! No matter how perfect she could imagine your pussy would feel, wrapped around her dick and your nails clawing at her back. This was just her rut. It would pass; it had to otherwise she might not pass her classes. If Saebyeok got her hands on you neither of you would be able to name a single surface you hadn’t done it on.

She was so, so fucked.

Day Two: Wednesday 

After her track practice she came back to you sitting in the common area, muttering to yourself, bent over a sketchbook. “What are you doing?” she asked curiously, peeking over your shoulder. The only reason she was supposed to come back to the dorm first was to grab her clothes for a shower to wash off all the sweat; but a little small talk couldn’t hurt, right? Look at her! Saebyeok hated talking about unnecessary subjects, it just seemed like a waste of time that she could be spending with her brother or doing school work or running. But she wanted to hear your voice so badly. It was gorgeous, the way you pronounced your words, balancing casual and elegant tones perfectly, like an art.

“Sketching some clothes,” you said around the pen in your mouth. “I went shopping but everything was ugly.” There was that high school mean girl persona she believed in. “I mean, what were they thinking?” you scoffed, pointing at the drawing of the store dress. “It’s basically a shapeless sack with a fancy gold zipper. If I wanted a sack I wouldn’t have grown out of my kindergarten fashion sense.” Saebyeok smothered a snicker, resting her chin on your head. “But that fancy zipper…” she teased, sliding her arms around your neck from the back. 

You rolled your eyes and pulled her arms snugly around you, neither of you seeming to notice the smell of her sweat. “Don’t even. And this other dress-” you tapped the paper. “More shape but what on earth is this supposed to be? It looks like it’s supposed to be a fabric belt, y’know, one that goes with like a robe or something; but then there’s this!” Your pen jabbed at the two short pieces of fabric that were supposed to mimic the belt. 

“I can’t even tie a bow with those! You can see the outline of them which just looks bad. Then there’s the buttons,” you sighed in annoyance, rubbing her arm. “They’re all down the skirt which stops at my knees but you only need them until you cinch the waist in slightly. It’s like they’re trying to over compensate for all their obvious mistakes.” You were so busy fuming you didn’t notice Saebyeok rubbing her face into your neck, practically scent marking you.

“You smell so good,” she murmured, mouth pressed against your pulse point. “Did you change your soap?” You shook your head, playing with her fingers. Normally you would have pushed her away, you were barely more than strangers after all, but for a reason you couldn’t quite place you didn’t mind. If anything, you wanted her to keep touching you. To feel her lithe fingers squeeze your neck or cup your tits, her lips leaving claim marks everywhere, the veins of her cock- whoa. That was the type of thought you had when your heat was coming, which wasn’t supposed to happen for another two weeks. 

“No, just the same stuff I always get,” you finally replied. Her canines grazed against the skin of your neck and she was panting in your ear. “Well, you smell sweeter than usual.” A shudder ran through you and her arms tightened around your neck. 

“What did you come here for?” you whispered, feeling your cunt start to throb. “Nothing important, just wanted to see you before I took a shower,” Saebyeok purred. There was no doubt her scent was all over you now. Oh no, I guess you wouldn’t be able to get a date tonight, better just staying in. 

When she finally got off of you, she grabbed herself a set of clean clothes and made her way to the bathroom. You stayed on the couch for another minute, trying to process what just happened. 

As soon as Saebyeok stepped out of the dorm, a wave of clarity washed over her. What. Had. She. Just. Done…? She locked herself in a shower stall and knocked her head against the wall. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she berated herself. “What were you thinking, scent marking her? Practically begging to knot her? God, you’re ridiculous.” 

She stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower, keeping the temperature freezing. It reminded her of home, how there was never proper heating. After she escaped, she took scalding hot baths but sometimes it was nice to return to the refreshing rush of icy water. She ran her wash cloth over her skin, imagining how pretty you would look naked in a new nest made just for her. Her cock stiffened slightly and she wrapped her fingers around her length, pumping a few times. She refused to cum down the shower drain so she slowed down before she went too far.

Sighing, Saebyeok looked at her body, aware of all the scars and imperfections she had. She was still underweight from being malnourished as a child. The doctor she had first seen after her escape told her to not immediately try to binge eat or else her body would reject the food. Her arms were covered in nicks and her legs had bruises from running track. She had always thought her hair was too short for a girl and she had always been told she looked rude. The silliest thing of all she worried about was being uncut. It was stupid but whenever she had a crush on a girl she always thought they wouldn’t like someone who wasn’t circumcised. What if you didn’t like her then? Saebyeok felt frustrated with herself for continuing to think about you and letting you get in the way of her confidence. It wasn’t your fault but she needed something to blame.

She pulled on a sports bra and a pair of boxers before looking at herself in the mirror. “She’s just a girl…” she muttered to herself. “Stop giving her more attention than she needs, you don’t like her.” Her hands braced against the sink counter, staring into her own eyes. “You’re just roommates.”

Absolutely no one was fooled but she could try to believe.

Day Three: Thursday

You walked into the art room, looking to use the sewing machine your professor had assigned to you for this assignment. It was just after six o’clock and you expected to have the room to yourself since classes were over for the day. Instead, you found your roommate sitting in the corner, finishing some type of project. “I didn’t know you took Ms. Jang’s class,” you teased, coming up behind her and tilting her chin up to face you. 

Saebyeok instinctively relaxed into your hand when she realized it was you touching her. “It’s just a semester elective,” she mumbled, “I’m making some lanterns for my brother.” You smiled softly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s sweet. His name’s Cheol, right?” Saebyeok’s eyes almost lit up and she seemed surprised you remembered a detail about her personal life. “Yeah, he lives in the orphanage nearby and he’s scared of the dark so I’m making these so he can sleep better.” 

You wanted this girl bad. Caring about her little brother even though she couldn’t provide a house for him? Weird turn on but yeah… she should make out with you. 

“Can I see one?” you asked politely. She handed you a completed lantern, almost eager, like a cat bringing its owner a mouse. “It’s so cute.” She preened at the praise, gathering more in her arms to show you.

“I try to decorate them with all the things he likes. This one has constellations on it that he came up with, this one has some butterflies and this one has people on it for our friends and family.” She explained proudly, holding each lantern with care. Your heart melted as you saw all the effort she put in, it was so precious.

“You’re a good sister, Saebyeok,” you murmured, caressing her face again. Her ears turned red but she didn’t pull away, fingers twitching in her lap like she was holding back. “Thanks,” she responded quietly, looking up at you. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“I have to finish my project,” you said, taking a step back and looking at the sewing machines. “Ms. Kang lets me come in when classes are done.” She followed your gaze and her jaw dropped. Standing in the corner was a mannequin draped in a dress made of newspaper headlines. It was a classic type of design choice, especially for political designers but that didn’t make it any less impressive to her. 

“That’s your project?” she gasped, staring at the dress. “Not like a final or a midterm, an average project?” You chuckled and made your way over to the garment. It had headlines cut out to make drop sleeves and a mix of paper and red fabric for the bodice and skirt. “Yeah, it’s a lot of needlework,” you said sheepishly. “Double majoring doesn’t help either.”

Saebyeok tilted her head and looked you over. She had assumed from the start you weren’t the strong academic type but had never really given it much thought after that. Looking back now though, you were always either sketching or researching something in your room when you were in the dorm. If you weren’t doing that she had always thought you were at parties but maybe in actuality you were here, sewing away at this gorgeous dress. You did try to talk to her when you had free time but she was never that interested. That was probably why you were still strangers instead of close friends by now like other roommates. 

“You double major? In what?” she asked, a small part of her annoyed she was interested in something about you. 

“Political science and fashion,” you answered proudly, “I’m going to be a political designer.”

She looked at you in awe, her previous ideas about you destroyed. “Damn, that’s…really cool,” she muttered, for lack of better words. You beamed at her before looking around for your materials. “This weekend my class is having a fashion show for the finished projects and I don’t have a model but Ms. Jang said the university could-”

“I could model for you,” she interjected quickly, making you look up from your work. Your finger accidentally slipped when holding a needle and you pricked yourself. She moved her seat over to yours and cradled your hand, looking at the blood dotting your skin. “Do you have any experience?” you inquired, watching as she absent minded lifted your finger to her mouth and sucked the blood off. Blush dusted your cheeks but you didn’t pull back or break eye contact. 

“No, but I’m sure you could teach me,” she whispered, lips brushing against your skin. 

“I could…” A tiny shudder ran through you as Saebyeok laced her fingers with yours and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. There was a look in her eye, one full of heat and want, something with desperation ready to bubble over and take control if given the chance. 

You stood up and pulled away for a moment to make a wider aisle between tables in the room before guiding her over to stand in the middle. “I just want to see your walk first and then we can make adjustments,” you told her. “Do you know how to walk in heels?” She shook her head and you walked over to the rack where your teacher kept shoes to match with outfits. “What’s your size?”

“Nine and a half,” she said. You pulled a pair off the rack and handed them to her. “Try those on and then walk down the aisle, okay?” She took the shoes and kicked off her own, leaning against a table to pull them on. They were simple Mary Jane’s and only had about two inches on them but it took her a second to adjust to it. “You’re so tall,” you giggled, watching her wobble and grab your arm for support. “Almost six foot, right?” She nodded, concentrating on not making you both fall over.

“I think I’ve got it, kinda,” she began, taking a few hesitant steps. You guided her to the end of the aisle and went to the other. “Now just walk towards me,” you instructed. Saebyeok started to strut before taking a small stumble. She looked up at you, but you reassured her to keep going. “It’s fine, you don’t need to be perfect for me right now.” She smiled at you and continued to move towards you. 

When she was about five feet away you made a turning motion with your finger and she turned on her heel and went back the way she came. “Just keep doing that until you get comfortable,” your voice was the only sound in the room besides the clicking of her heels. After about five laps you had her stop in her beginning position and put your hands on her hips. 

“These need to be looser, mkay?” you coached. “Just sway your hips when you walk.” Guiding her through the motions, you kept your hands on her body and stepped backward while she followed like a dance. “There you go,” you whispered, letting her back you up against a counter. 

“You really think I can do this?” she murmured, hands sliding over your body. 

“Of course, you’re absolutely gorgeous, the type of model everyone would be jealous of.” Her face heated up and you felt her hips press into yours. 

“It’s not high pressure anyway, just my class and Ms. Jang. You could probably bring Cheol if you wanted.” At the mention of her brother she perked up. “Really? You think she’d let me?” You nodded, fingers slipping up her shirt absentmindedly. “Yeah, her son comes to all of our little shows and things. He likes supporting his mom; I’m sure she’d do the same for you and your brother.” Her hands cupped your face, holding eye contact with you. There might have been a breath of “thank you” that was lost between you as her mouth lowered to meet yours.

The door to the room opened and you sprang apart before you could kiss, snapping your heads in the direction of the distraction. Your teacher, Ms. Jang stood there, smiling at the two of you and seemingly oblivious to what she had interrupted. “Ah, so two of my best students have met,” she announced happily. 

You nodded along awkwardly, avoiding Saebyeok’s gaze. “Yeah, we’re roommates,” you mumbled. “I see,” your instructor nodded, “well, you’re both very talented girls, it’s no wonder the administration thought you would be a good fit.” Your roommate was taking off the shoes you had given her and quickly returned them to their place on the shelf. “Saebyeok is going to be my model on Saturday,” you blurted, trying to find a change in the subject. “She was wondering if she could bring her little brother.”

Your instructor lit up at the mention and clasped her hands together. “Of course! I think it’s very important that she has someone cheering her on.” Saebyeok thanked her and quickly packed up her things, still refusing to look at you. 

You sat back down in the chair next to your dress and started to make touch ups. “She’s a nice girl,” Ms. Jang remarked kindly, “you should treat her well.” Your fingers stilled among the fabric and you turned your head back. “Meaning…?”

She laughed lightly, coming over to put a hand on your shoulder. “Please, sweetie, I’m not oblivious. You two were red in the face and would barely look in each other’s direction, let alone in the eye.” A groan came out of you and you rested your forehead on the table. 

“She tried to kiss me, before you walked in,” you confessed shyly, “she’s been acting weird lately; I think she scent marked me yesterday and I’m pretty sure she was in my room the day before that.” 

Your mentor smiled again, this time to calm you. “Alphas like her tend to be a bit all over the place. I wouldn’t worry too much, she’ll come around quickly.” A small sigh left you and your shoulders sagged. “I just wished she’d get to the point.”

Oh, she’d get to the point alright. A point very deep inside.

Day Four: Friday

Your alarm went off, jolting you awake with the deeply ingrained reaction to the sound. It was Friday which means your classes didn’t start until ten. You rolled onto your back, groaning softly when your ears pricked up on something. Was that…Saebyeok? You could hear her voice through the walls and it sounded like she was saying your name. Well, more like moaning it but same thing. Her voice made you wet and you almost felt guilty when sliding your hand into your panties. 

The idea of your roommate stroking her cock to the thought of you created a need for her deep in the pit of your stomach. She’d feel so good inside you, stretching your pussy out, pumping you full her cum, giving you a knot. A heat-like haze settled over you, the reminder that thoughts like these didn’t normally pop up at this point in your cycle forgotten. “Saebyeok, fuck-” you breathed out raggedly, parting your folds and dragging your fingers through your slick.

In her room Saebyeok was whining your name into her pillow, imagining the plush walls of your cunt milking her, your legs wrapped around her head and pulling on her hair. All she could think about was breeding you, making sure you got pregnant with her puppies. She’d gotten the urge before during ruts with her exes but the way she felt about you was much more serious. Her desperation was getting to the point where she would have dropped out to take care of you if you got pregnant, ugh she wanted you pregnant so badly.

Her fist tightened around her cock, jerking herself faster when she stilled. “Saebyeok, Saebyeok, please,” you cried out for her in your room, forgetting the walls were thin enough for you to hear her. Her hips jerked into her hand and she fucked her fist faster. She wanted you to gag on her, watch your pretty eyes water and your voice break. Precum dripped down her tip and she pushed back her foreskin, gasping at her own sensitivity. She wanted to get up and go help you, your fingers wouldn’t be enough for your poor pussy, she was. You were just her little omega who needed to be saved by her. But anxiousness kept her locked in place in her room.

Sunlight was streaming over your face now as you fingered yourself, wishing your friend would come save you. Was she your friend? It didn’t matter in this moment, you just wanted her. You were both only twenty but the idea of having kids… In your defense, you craved her so much, it was impossible not to want her to mate with you. Omegas and Alphas were driven by their heat cycle which was both a blessing and a curse. 

Your fingers closed around a sweater and buried your face in it. It smelled like her, it shouldn’t, she’d never been in your room with you but you didn’t care. Pupils dilated and eyes lidded, you found your g-spot and kept aiming for it; moaning for Saebyeok into the sweater. 

She carefully set her pace to sync with your noises, her cock aching to be buried inside you. You both came together, free hands covering your whimpers. 

As you came down from your high, you looked around your room for things you were going to use for your nest. Her sweatshirt was a must and you could probably sneak into her room and get more clothes. You carefully arranged your sheets, pillows and blankets as best you could on your twin mattress before wrapping yourself in your robe to go take a shower. 

Right when you stepped out of your room, Saebyeok stepped out of hers in soaked through boxers she clearly didn’t expect to be caught in. You blushed at each other with a mutual understanding of what had happened. “Um…want me to walk you to the bathroom?” she offered awkwardly. Nodding, you followed her down the hall after she put on sweatpants. 

The two of you lingered in front of the row of mirrors and sinks, catching each other’s eyes before quickly looking away. “I’ll walk you to class later too and we can get lunch after, yeah?” She finally met your gaze and you smiled shyly. “Mhm. Lunch and maybe study?” For a moment you couldn’t help looking down at the space between her thighs and licking your lips. You were only so strong after all; and even the strongest soldiers needed their brains fucked out of them.

That was her breaking point, to which she agreed quickly and rushed into a shower stall before you could see the tent rising in her pants.

Around 12:30 pm, you found Saebyeok waiting for you outside your lecture hall. The two of you unanimously agreed on a shitty fast food place that was in your budget and headed to the library. She helped you carry your things and brushed her hand over your thigh when you sat down. Both of you refused to admit this was a date. 

Your eyes nearly exploded out of your head when you saw her pull out a massive binder. “So I was thinking we could start with the classes we have together and make sure we’re caught up on everything.” You nodded along, half listening, half distracted by how beautiful she was with her reading glasses. 

“I didn’t know you had these,” you commented, snatching them up. She rolled her eyes but grinned at you, leaning forward to get them back. “Mhm, I have glasses, now hand them over.” Giggling, you shook your head and held them above her. Saebyeok continued to press forward into you until her arms wrapped around your waist and her face nuzzled into your neck. “If you give them back I’ll give you my special treat,” she smirked teasingly.

Your fingers immediately went limp and she took her glasses back, caressing your face. While she went back to work, you sat there in shock, trying to wrap your head around the idea of Saebyeok flirting with you so openly. “Puppy,” she clicked her tongue, “you want a treat, don’t you?” This was dangerous territory now. All it would take was a little praise and maybe a collar before she could get you on your knees, mindlessly drooling on her cock.

“Yes, I want a treat!” You responded a little too eagerly. Her hand ran over your thigh and she bit her lip, looking you up and down. “That’s a good girl, just keep doing as I say.” Face burning with humility and embarrassed enjoyment, you nodded. 

She put you to work color coding things for her and you had never been more happy. It barely took any thinking, just blue and red and yellow… This was probably the ideal work for an omega easily affected by alphas when both of you were close to rut and heat, just sorting things all day. 

Saebyeok’s hand stayed on your thigh, drawing patterns or tracing words like ‘pretty girl’ or ‘gorgeous’ or your personal favorite: ‘mine’. It was a delicate little game the two of you were playing; one word and you could be getting fucked in public.

When you finished your task, she rubbed her face all over your neck, claiming. She’d never been so possessive over you, it drove you crazy. “I felt disgusted with myself when you caught me earlier,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t’ve done that, ‘m sorry.” Her words slurred together like she was drunk. 

“No, I did too, it’s okay,” you promised her as her fingers slid up your shirt to find you sensitive nipples. “Gonna touch you so good later.” A shudder ran through you at her words. “Do whatever you want, as long as I get my perfect girl.” 

As much as you wished she could fuck you when you got home, you gave her a gentle reminder. “Sae, you have track practice,” you said softly. She shook her head and clung to you tighter, not caring you were in public. “Won’t go. Need you, you’re an omega, you need me too. I need to be in you, please?”

You sighed and rubbed her back. “You’ve got to go. Your entire scholarship is for doing track.” Her body melted into you further, her mouth pouting. “Fine, but you should come watch.” A small smile formed on your face and you pulled away. 

“I will, now we should clean up and get back to the dorm.”

Smut, unprotected pinv, breeding, daddy kink, hairpulling, mentions of cucking, toxic relationship, bondage, degradation, little exhibitionism, roleplay, jealousy, past Jackieshauna, au where Jackie is an afab cis girl and got pregnant with Shauna's baby and died in the wilderness instead of og death plot

Shauna is rarely gentle -no offense to you of course- she’s just stressed the fuck out. 

She loves it when you know that she’s in control, even when you’re on top. Naturally this leads you to be a massive bottom with her. When Shauna has you ride her it starts off as just cockwarming after a long day, having you whisper in her ear about your chores or what the other girls did to rile her up. Her hips start moving, fucking up into you slowly before her hands are grabbing your waist and slamming you down on her dick. 

She’s also ridiculously jealous (inferiority complex much?) Whenever you try to tell her about Nat or Tai or Lottie; especially Lottie, she hates it. Everyone in camp is on board with the whole sharing thing including her but Shauna always tries to forget that you don’t just belong to her. Sometimes her jealousy comes on strong, bringing out a side that surpasses her usual coldness. She’ll bite and mark you with hickeys or leave a pretty pearl necklace on your throat for the others to see before they can have their turn with you. 

She has you wear Jackie's necklace sometimes when she cums. You'll be staring up at her, chest heaving and her eyes will be fixated on that tiny golden heart as she pumps her load deeper and deeper into your cunt.

Breeding kink for sure but is terrified after what happened to Jackie. That doesn’t stop her from having a terrible pull out game, though. It’s mostly because she’s pretty easy for you, regardless of the facade she puts on. You also beg like crazy for it, physically and verbally. Rocking your hips back, telling her what a good mommy you’d be to her kids, she goes insane. 

Her cum is pretty thick and opaque and is just sticky enough for there to be a little stretch when you pull your thighs apart. Shauna’s favorite places to cum are down your throat, inside or on your stomach. She likes thinking of it as another marking that you’re hers, no matter what anyone else says. 

She packs more girth than length, honestly, although five inches when soft isn’t terrible in her mind. Although she tries not to let it show, she’s a little insecure about being uncircumcised, even if you don’t care. The only time she ever gets subby is when you’re on your knees for her; this girl whines like crazy. Her most sensitive area is her tip but if you caress her balls or drag a nail up the vein on her shaft there will definitely be drops of precum waiting for you when you turn your attention back to the head. 

Sometimes she’ll "accidentally" moan Jackie’s name when having sex, specifically when she’s mad at you for something. Does this breed toxicity? Maybe. Do you moan another name back at her too? Absolutely.

Shauna’s freaked out for sure. For positions she likes when she can see your face so things like missionary, cowgirl, a mating press. When you’re being a brat she prefers doggy, though. It gives her the ability to pull your head back by your hair and put you in your place. Shauna didn’t know a whole lot about what she liked before she started messing around with you because her only experience was Jackie who was pretty vanilla.  

She’s into bondage, having your hands tied up over your head while she goes down on you is great for her because you can’t do anything to stop her. She respects safewords, of course, but being pulled off of your cunt in the middle of worshipping your clit because you got overstimulated pisses her the fuck off. 

Shauna doesn’t really have a mommy kink but daddy is definitely a turn on. It gives her control, her favorite thing in the world and makes her feel like she’s better than you, especially if she’s jealous of you like she was of Jackie. 

Speaking of her jealousy again, cucking. She hates it. You love it, specifically if she’s been mean to you in the past few days. Mari will happily agree to ambush Shauna with you so you can restrain her in your hut and make her watch the other girls fuck you. 

Degradation is also another massive kink of hers. Pre crash Shauna, not so much, but wilderness Shauna who is so overwhelmed in pain and anger with no one to let it out on, definitely. It comes from less of a place of actually disliking you and more of her desire to “stay loyal” to Jackie in her mind. She is genuinely attracted to you, she just feels so much self disgust for moving on that she needs to project it somewhere. 

Hunter/prey is obviously on the table. This is more of a group thing that she is actually willing to engage in because she makes it competitive. Who can track you down first? Who gets the first taste of you after the hunt? Who gets to feed you? She loves to be the one to assert her superiority over the others when it comes to you. This is also where hair pulling comes in because Shauna will absolutely drag you by your hair back to camp after she wins. 

She also likes to cut your hair. It’s kinda creepy, honestly, but cute in some contexts. If you want an actual haircut she’ll help you plan for the style or ask one of the girls with your similar hair type, like you were still back home and it actually mattered if it turned out alright or not. On the other hand, sometimes she’ll cut off a piece of it in your sleep and keep it. She doesn’t really explain why but some days you catch her with her nose buried in the hair still on your head and wonder if she just likes the smell. 

Shauna’s more of a fingerer than an eater, to be honest, she feels like she’s able to please you better when her hand is actually inside you. But because of assumed lack of nail trimmers in the wilderness, she grows to be the biggest carpet muncher known to man. She will in fact challenge Tai on this and have friendly competitions to see who’s better. 

She gets hard over the little things and it pisses her off. Especially when she’s trying to be all moody and mysterious after sex and you’re laying next to her, smiling like you can’t stop. It’s annoying how actually attached to you she is and she feels like it’s a weakness. 

She looks for Jackie in your mannerisms. A pout, a joke, a laugh, a moment to lead. She misses her best friend so much it hurts and sometimes she wants to pretend. Shauna knows you’re your own person with your own feelings and thoughts and she wants it to be enough, she really does, but it isn’t. 

When she cums it’s loud, like she wants people to know she just made a mess in/on you. She pants in your ear, trying to find the perfect blend of complements and insults as her hips stutter. Possessive as hell, too. Does the same thing she did with Jackie on you and loves it. It’s such a turn on to hear a pretty girl moaning “I love you Shauna” over and over while her cock throbs inside her equally pretty pussy.

Likes a discreet little handjob around the fire on the occasional night. It’s normally so out of character for her but this is Shauna Shipman, the master of sneaking around under her friends’ noses. She’s also just so unnaturally calm about it. Any other day, getting her dick played with turns her into a whimpering mess but when she’s surrounded by the other yellowjackets it’s nothing but normal conversation?? Kinda freaks you out, to be honest. 

She’s into roleplay (just not with Jeff.) There have been many nights of rivals at nationals, cheerleader and player, hard to get, etc. She loses herself in it, it’s a way of forgetting her private hell that she lives every single day in the wilderness. You help with it better than she could imagine. 

A/N: I haven't written for any of the other yellowjackets besides Nat so this isn't my best work but I'm open for writing for most of them! Credit to @uzmacchiato for the divider