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When Sua comes home from classes, it’s to a quiet apartment.
It’s highly unusual. Her girlfriend normally comes to greet her, but Sua sees no hide or hair of Mizi anywhere. Her only welcome home is from their cat who blinks lazily at her from atop the cat tree in the living room.
But while she can’t see Mizi, she can definitely smell her.
Even with the air filter whirring at full blast, Mizi’s pheromones flood the apartment. Goosebumps prickle on her skin. The back of her neck warms up as her scent gland responds to her girlfriend’s call. Sua ventures deeper into the apartment with a pounding heart.
The closer she gets to the bedroom, the thicker the scent. It’s heady. Wanton. Her legs already quiver from the force of it. Sua half braces herself against the bedroom door as she pushes it open, sweating on the small of her back.
There, sitting on the bedroom floor, is Mizi.
She sits in a pile of clothing, a mix of hers and Sua’s, staring down at her lap with a sort of dazed expression. There’s a dense furrow between her brows, a pout to her lips, and she’s muttering something to herself that Sua can’t quite hear.
“Mizi,” she calls out to her, interrupting whatever monologue she was going through.
A head of pink hair shoots up and golden eyes find her easily. They gleam in excitement. Mizi beams at her, bright as the sun itself. And Sua, like the moon, reflects the smile gently. The taller girl rises to her feet and bounds over to her.
That’s when Sua spots the issue.
Even as she hugs Mizi back instinctively, her mind is still stuck on the fact that her girlfriend is hard right now. Like super hard, if the bulge pressing on her indicates anything. Combined with the heavy pheromones radiating off of her, Sua can only come to one conclusion.
“You’re going into rut,” she states bluntly as she leans back, giving the alpha a pointed once over.
“Nooo,” Mizi denies slowly. Her ponytail sways as she shakes her head, but then her eyebrows scrunch in thought. Sua can practically see the wheel turn in her head until she finally says, “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” she sighs, more fond than exasperated. She slides a hand to the heated skin of Mizi’s stomach underneath her crop top, pushing a little to put some space between their hips. Mizi complies and takes a step back, arms falling to her side. Sua nearly moans at the flex of her abs underneath her palm. Then a moan does slip out as Mizi’s scent deepens. “You can’t go to your party like this.”
“But I have to,” her girlfriend immediately argues, nearly whining in petulance. “I’m the recruitment head, and I planned the whole thing.”
“I’m sure your sorority sisters will understand.”
Mizi still seems reluctant, eyes downcast. “Maybe I can just tough it out.”
Sua raises an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed by the idea. Her eyesight lowers pointedly to the prominent tent in Mizi’s loose pants. And as if sensing her gaze, it twitches in its confinement. Mizi makes a noise, high pitched and embarrassed, and pulls her crop top down in a lousy attempt to hide her erection.
Violet eyes make their way back up to meet gold ones, peering at the taller girl through dark lashes.
“Are you sure about that?” Sua drawls, tone bordering on challenging.
Mizi splutters helplessly. Her face flushes as pink as her hair, and a few loose strands of her hair stick to her face, damp with sweat. Eventually, she quiets and hangs her head in defeat.
Taking the silence as an answer, Sua wordlessly reaches behind her and shuts the door. She doesn’t want their cat to become curious and interrupt them, after all.
The taller girl immediately steps toward her again in response, crowding her against the door and placing her hands low on Sua’s hips. Sua tilts her head up in invitation. And Mizi dips hers to accept, kissing her slowly.
But “slow” doesn’t last long, not with the way Mizi is nipping at her lower lip and pushing their hips together.
Sua slides her arms around Mizi’s neck just as the taller girl slips her tongue into her mouth. There’s a dull ache in her body as Mizi presses more of her weight on top of her, smooshing her against the door. She groans low in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Mizi pulls away then, breathing out an apology even though she doesn’t look very sorry. Her gold eyes gleam with barely contained excitement. The hands on Sua’s hips flex experimentally, careful to not put too much pressure.
Even like this, on the precipice of rut, Mizi waits for her approval before she acts.
Sua internally preened.
Growing up, her mother used to say “a good alpha will always listen to their omega.”
(Perhaps that’s why she reluctantly accepted Mizi as her girlfriend even if she turned her nose up at the alpha’s less prominent background.)
And for this “good alpha,” Sua wants to do her best too.
She pulls Mizi back in by the shoulders, kissing her hard. The taller girl groans. Sua slides her hands down across her front, moaning softly as the hands on her hips tighten. She pushes her hands into Mizi’s crop top and cups her breasts over her sports bra.
The gasp that Mizi lets out is strangled, and she separates their lips, pulling a string of saliva with her. Gold eyes look at her in bewilderment. Sua feels a twinge of embarrassment from the astonished but eager look. It isn’t every day that she is so proactive.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she grumbles lightly, ducking her head to bite Mizi’s shoulder.
It’s a light touch, one that clearly tickles her girlfriend since all she receives is a charming giggle.
“I can’t help it,” Mizi says softly, voice overflowing with affection, “You’re so hot right now.”
Her cheeks heat up exponentially, “Shut up.”
She cuts off the retort in Mizi’s mouth by pinching her nipple. Hard. The other girl jumps but laughs again afterward. And Sua, of course, smiles back. She takes this moment to push Mizi’s shirt up and up until it’s off of her and chucked somewhere across the room. The sports bra soon follows.
The hands that were on her waist now brace against the door, one arm on each side of Sua’s head. They quiver with restraint as she cups Mizi’s bare skin. Then without much preamble, she bows her head to take one of Mizi’s nipples into her mouth. She feels a wave of arousal wash over her at the loud and unashamed moan that her girlfriend lets out.
She suddenly understands why Mizi likes to tease her nipples so much.
(It still won’t stop her from complaining when Mizi does it a bit too much, often causing her nipples to become puffy from overstimulation. And regardless of her complaints, the alpha does it every time.)
Sua makes sure to roll her other nipple between her fingers, doing her best to multitask. Admittedly, her movements are a bit clumsy. But it seems like any effort she puts in will pull a moan out of Mizi regardless. Each sound settles warmly in her lower stomach. Her clit throbs with desire, but she ignores it.
There’s something else she wants more right now.
“Shit,” Mizi hisses as she slides a hand down her bare stomach. Then she lets out a guttural groan as Sua cups her bulge. “God, unnie, I think I can cum like this…”
It certainly seems like it, with the way Mizi’s moans pitch higher and her cock throbs heavily in her hand. Knowing the effect she has on Mizi makes Sua feel a little lightheaded. She can’t be too smug about it though, because Mizi has the same influence on her.
“I love you,” the taller girl murmurs through her moans.
Sua internally swoons. She raises her head to peck Mizi on the lips, “I love you too.”
Then she drops to her knees.
This time, she does feel a little smug at the squeak that escapes Mizi. Only for it to melt away as a torrent of pheromones come from the alpha. She moans weakly at the assault on her senses. Even as the air filter works overtime, it does little to shield her from the pure want in Mizi’s scent.
Sua nearly falls limp, instincts telling her to submit, but she wills herself to continue with her plans. She presses placating kisses down Mizi’s stomach, lingering at the waistband of her pants. She fumbles to unbutton them, hands shaky from the onslaught of pheromones.
Mizi’s waist trembles as she does her best to keep still, to stay patient. And Sua nearly cries as she finally gets her pants loose. She’s thankful that Mizi wore baggy jeans because they immediately pool at her ankles once Sua pulls the zipper down.
Sua’s breath hitches at the sight in front of her.
Mizi’s cock is barely contained in her boxer briefs, tip poking out over the top of the waistband. It’s flushed red and leaks precum. Sua shifts on her knees, wincing slightly. She can already feel bruises forming, but she ignores the tenderness in her knees and leans forward. Sua inhales deeply, taking in the heady scent of arousal, and sticks her tongue out.
“Fuck!” Mizi shouts as she licks the tip of her cock.
Sua moans at the earthy taste of her precum.
Violet eyes flutter shut as a hand comes down to rest on the back of her head. Not pushing or pulling. Just keeping her where she is. Carefully restrained. Sua inhales sharply, hooking her fingers into Mizi’s waistband to free her cock from its confines. She manages to pull them down to the other girl’s knees before she leans in again. Sua flattens her tongue against the underside of her cock and licks a trail from base to tip.
When her tongue reaches the top, she opens her eyes, head tilted up. Mizi looks right back at her. Jaw clenched tight and eyes wide. There’s a deep blush on her face, one that goes down to her neck and shoulders. Sua duly notes that Mizi is practically naked while she’s still fully clothed.
It’s usually the other way around, she thinks wryly, but she can’t lie and say it doesn’t give her a power rush.
“Do I look good?” She asks lightly, voice coming out a little gravelly.
“Very,” Mizi croaks out.
The single word settles low in her stomach. Her clit throbs. Sua squeezes her thighs together. A temporary solution for a later problem.
The hand on her head cards through her hair, but she doesn’t miss the way Mizi gently applies pressure to the back of her head, guiding her. She bites back a smile. Sua takes the base of Mizi’s cock in her hand, holding it at a better angle so she can wrap her mouth around it.
Mizi lets out a choked moan.
It’s a tight fit. She can already feel a dull ache in her jaw.
Even with Sua’s lack of a gag reflex, it’s still hard for her to take all of Mizi into her mouth.
But she tries. She really tries.
And Mizi is well aware of this.
“Good girl,” the alpha murmurs, voice raspy with lust. The praise goes straight to Sua’s clit, and she moans her approval. It takes a while, but eventually her nose brushes against Mizi’s naval. The fingers in her hair twist tightly. “F-fuck, so good. So, so good, unnie. ”
Another moan hums in her throat. She braces herself on Mizi’s thighs as she starts to bob her head, swallowing greedily and sloppily. Spit runs down her chin and seeps into the collar of her shirt. Her eyelids flutter, threatening to close, as Mizi starts to twitch her hips. Still gentle, still hesitant. Sua pulls back. Mizi whines, confused by the sudden move.
“You can—” Sua clears her throat. “You can be rougher.”
And it’s as if she said the magic words. The fingers in her hair twist tighter and tighter, bordering between painful and pleasant. She’s guided to take Mizi back into her mouth. Her eyes squeeze shut as her girlfriend thrusts her hips without warning. The hand on the back of her head keeps her in place. Tears prickle at the corner of her eyes as Mizi sets a hurried pace. She tries her best to keep up. But all she can really do is flatten her tongue and try not to choke.
Sua whimpers. She feels like she’s floating like this, on her knees with Mizi using her mouth to get off. Her own arousal wets the insides of her thighs. One of her hands slips off of Mizi’s legs and finds its way between her own. She chokes on a moan as she finally gives her swollen clit some attention. Above her, Mizi also lets out a throaty moan.
“Do you like it, unnie?” Mizi mutters, “Do you like getting your mouth fucked so much that you can’t help touching yourself?”
Heat coils tightly in her stomach. Almost involuntarily, she moans her agreement. Mizi sighs softly, tone bordering on reverent as she continues, “Mmh, of course you do.”
You slut.
Mizi doesn’t say it (probably never will no matter how many times Sua says it’s okay to in moments like this), but Sua hears the fond yet degrading words regardless. The imagined words wash over her hotly. The coil in her stomach pulls taut. She takes her hand away before it can snap, clawing at her own thigh to distract from the building pleasure. Violet eyes open, hazy with tears. She peers up at Mizi pleadingly.
“I—” Mizi’s breath hitches with a moan. The hand in her hair tugs, “I’m gonna cum.”
Sua ignores the warning, eyes slipping shut again. She swallows around Mizi’s cock desperately, bringing a hand around to message her balls.
“Unnie, I-I’m really going to cum,” Mizi hiccups, voice quivering as she tries to convince Sua to back down. It doesn’t work, and her cock throbs tellingly in Sua’s mouth. “Shit. Oh shit—! I’m cumming.”
Sua nearly chokes at the first rope of cum. After that, it’s a struggle to swallow everything. She feels some of it escape the sides of her mouth and down her chin. Above her, Mizi moans with each spurt of cum, panting roughly by the end of it. Even though her orgasm subsides, her cock still sits half-hard in Sua’s mouth. She pulls away, coughing slightly and wiping at her mouth.
But her little cleaning session is interrupted as Mizi grabs her chin, tilting her head to the side and licking at the trails of cum. Sua shifts in her grip, wrapping her arms around her neck and meeting her in an open mouthed kiss. Mizi moans at the taste of herself on her tongue.
Eventually, Sua pulls away in desperate need of air, and to get off her aching knees. She winces as she stands. Bruises already color her pale skin purple.
While she laments her fragile skin, Mizi steps out of her jeans and pulls her briefs all the way off. Then she turns to Sua, pulling at her clothes urgently. She cooperates just as eagerly. Once she’s naked, Mizi crowds her back against the door, pinching and grabbing wherever she can.
“M-Mizi,” Sua whimpers as Mizi pinches and palms her breasts, “The bed.”
The bed. The one that was only a couple of feet away, Mizi huffs against her skin, and there’s a moment where Sua thinks she will ignore her words. Thinks that Mizi will take her right then and there, against the wall. Her pussy clenches around nothing at the idea of it.
But in the end, Mizi listens. Sua yelps as she’s suddenly picked up. She scrambles to wrap her arms and legs around the taller girl to stabilize herself as Mizi walks to the bed.
She’s immediately pinned down once they get there.
Sua moans softly as Mizi kisses her. They’re still kissing even as she feels firm hands wrap around her ankles and push them up. She shivers as those hands slide down her calves, seating themselves in the pits of her knees. Like this, she’s folded in half. Her wet cunt is bared for Mizi to plunge right in.
Which is exactly what she does.
Sua breaks their lips apart with a gasp and strained moan. She’s wet enough for Mizi to bottom out easily, but her inner walls still quiver as she adjusts to the stretch. Her girlfriend shifts forward, holding Sua’s legs up with the crooks of her elbows and bracing herself on her arms.
They’re chest to chest, and Sua fights to keep breathing as Mizi rolls her hips, thrusting down and into her regardless of whether she is still adjusting or not.
“Ngh, Mizi,” she gasps and moans, legs quivering where they’re held up. “Slow down.”
“You feel so good,” Mizi murmurs against her throat, where her scent is strongest.
Sua can only moan weakly in response as Mizi pounds into her. There isn’t much she can do in this position other than take it. She grasps at Mizi’s shoulders, digging her nails into her flesh and scratching. Although the alpha hisses, it does little to deter her relentless, punishing pace.
Not like Sua wants her to stop.
“F-fu—” she hiccups at a particularly brutal thrust. “Mmn-Mizi, Mizi!”
“You’re so wet,” Mizi rasps, breathing hard. This position is harder on her, more physical, but she doesn’t let up for even a second. Fully lost to her rut. “I can’t help it anymore.”
Each thrust is accompanied by a distinct wet slapping noise, slick splattering and making an absolute mess between and around them. Sua jolts as something hard grinds against her clit. With a throb of pleasure, she realizes that it’s Mizi’s knot, large and threatening against her entrance.
It bumps against her clit once then twice, and Sua sobs as she hits her peak without warning. She throws her head back, eyes squeezing shut. Tears roll down her cheeks and her toes curl with the force of her orgasm. Mizi mutters incoherently against her skin, tone comforting even as her thrusts never slow.
The noise that escapes Sua is high pitched and needy.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” Mizi mumbles.
“Don’t pull out,” she whimpers.
Her girlfriend lets out a guttural groan at her words, cock twitching heavily where it's buried in her cunt. Mizi lifts her head. She doesn’t say anything, but Sua can see the question in her eyes as clear as day.
She really should think better of it. Sua knows that. Her birth control isn’t as efficient during heat cycles, and they already skipped putting on a condom. But Sua finds that she doesn’t care about the risks right now.
Sua lifts her chin to peck Mizi on the lips, mewling pleadingly.
“Cum inside of me.”
Mizi moans loudly, head dropping back down. Her hips slow to a grind as she tries to work her knot inside of Sua. It seems impossible for it to fit. Sua hisses as her pussy struggles to make way for Mizi’s knot, then she sobs with urgency. The desire to be knotted triumphs any discomfort she feels.
“I can take it,” Sua mumbles through her sobs. Though she isn’t sure who it is meant to reassure more, Mizi or herself. “I can take it, I can take it. Oh, please, please, knot me.”
There isn’t a moment for her to feel embarrassed by her shameless begging. Not when Mizi clamps her teeth on her neck, right where a mating bite would normally sit. She doesn’t bite hard enough to break skin, but it still serves to make Sua cry out. Her body lets out a gush of arousal, and the knot slips all the way in with a loud squelch.
The stretch is overwhelming to say the least. Mizi grinds their hips. Her knot presses against the front wall of her aching pussy. Sua stiffens as another orgasm rips through her, then shakes as Mizi’s cock throbs heavily inside of her.
The alpha presses as deep as she can into her, breathlessly murmuring “I love you, I love you, I love you” unceasingly.
“I love you too,” she sobs, and Mizi finally cums.
Her inner walls flutter in sympathy with each rope of cum, instinctively milking out as much as she can. Mizi trembles above her, grunting with each throb of her cock. They’re both left gasping for air as their orgasms taper off.
Once Sua’s breathing has evened out, she pats Mizi’s shoulder, “Put my legs down.”
“Oh! Sorry, sorry,” Mizi hastily complies.
Sua lets out a deep sigh of relief as soon as her heels touch the mattress, stretching her legs as much as she can with their position. She hums softly as Mizi peppers kiss across her face. Her hands caress the other girl’s cheeks, pulling her in for a languid kiss. When they part, Mizi smiles brightly at her.
“What?” Sua says, exhaustion seeping into her tone a little.
But Mizi just shakes her head, “Nothing. I just love you.”
“You already said that,” she grumbles, blushing slightly. In the end, she can’t help saying it back. “I love you too.”
The alpha giggles in response.
She shifts and pulls Sua with her so that they can lay down on their sides. Sua slings her leg around her waist and moans weakly as Mizi’s knot grinds against her inner walls, clenching down involuntarily. The other girl gropes her thigh, hips twitching forward. Sua reaches over to pinch the top of her hand, eliciting a whine.
“Mizi,” she scolds lightly, eyes closing shut in exhaustion.
“Just a little more,” Sua can hear the pout on her lips, “Please?”
The blush that was subsiding from her skin comes back in full force, reddening her face and shoulders. Heat already starts pooling her stomach. Rather than answer, she lifts her legs a little higher on Mizi’s waist, acquiescing. Mizi kisses the side of her head.
She moans weakly as Mizi grinds their hips. With the knot keeping them locked together, there isn’t much room for movement, but it isn’t needed. Especially when Mizi wedges a hand between them, finding her swollen clit.
Her fingers slip easily over her nerves, aided by the abundance of slick between their legs. Sua presses her face against the bed sheets, biting down on them to muffle her moans.
“Thank you,” Mizi whispers into her ear, saccharine sweet. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re so good to me, unnie. ”
Sua trembles, flushing even hotter. Shut up, she wants to retort, but what escapes her is a sob instead. Her stomach tightens, and her pussy clamps down tighter and tighter around Mizi’s knot. She knows it won’t be long before her pleasure peaks for the third time.
Mizi rubs tight circles around her clit. She shakes. Her breath becomes hot and heavy as she struggles to keep breathing under the constant onslaught of pleasure.
She’s so sensitive that the white hot feeling of her impending orgasm consumes her. Her breathing stalls as her body involuntary stiffens with the force of her release.
Her girlfriend moans, cursing a storm underneath her breath as she tightens around her cock. Mizi manages to grind her hips a few more times before she also cums. Sua whimpers with each throb of her cock inside of her. And she trembles as another, tinier orgasm washes over her.
Eventually, both of their orgasms subside, leaving them both panting for air.
Once the aftershocks wear off, Sua feels her body go limp with exhaustion. Her face is still pressed against the mattress, bed sheets now damp from tear stains and drool, but she can’t muster up the energy to move.
Mizi presses kisses along her shoulder, wordlessly pulling her closer and tucking Sua’s head underneath her chin. A hand traces mindless patterns across her back.
Before that hand can wander too much, she huffs out, “Let me rest.”
Mizi laughs, a little apologetically, “Okay~”
Violet eyes close shut, finally giving into the lull of sleep.
She’ll need as much rest as she can get, after all.