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Filthy wet sounds of skin slapping reverberate through Minjeong’s dorm room, and the sight of her cock plowing into Minjeong’s greedy, tight, and hot cunt as Kazuha pants like a dog in heat—which isn’t too far off from the truth—only serves to heighten the white-hot arousal that surges through her. Minjeong’s pheromones are too sweet and addictive, strawberries and vanilla, and it’s all Kazuha can smell as she drives her hips hard into Minjeong’s ass, the loud smack of their wet skin sending delightful shivers down Kazuha’s spine. Pleasure wrangles itself down her body, leaving her senses alight with how fucking good it feels to have Minjeong’s wet walls clinging to her cock. Squeezing and fluttering like it doesn’t want her cock to leave. Minjeong’s scent grows stronger, wordlessly begging for more. Kazuha grins a smile that’s pussydrunk and wholeheartedly obliges, snapping her hips harsher into that godly omega pussy.
“Unnie, fuck… you feel so good. Nice and tight and wet around my cock.” Kazuha moans as her fingers dig into Minjeong’s hips, her grip tight enough to bruise that soft, smooth skin. So malleable, like Kazuha can dig her fingers in and reshape the omega into whatever she wants, however she wants. And she knows that Minjeong would only encourage her by lying so pliant, hips hiked high and pushing back onto her pelvis as she lets out obscene moans.
Her eyes roam up the winding path of Minjeong’s body, licking her lips at the sight of her girlfriend on her hands and knees, presenting that pussy for her. Then her eyes travel further up, and desire and arousal churn thick in her gut like molten lava, so hot and fiery as it consumes her from the inside out—just from the sight of Minjeong’s mouth on Jimin’s cock. It’s so hot, so debauched from the fact that their omega is taking— needing more than one alpha, and it makes Kazuha’s cock twitch deep inside of Minjeong’s cunt.
“Taking my cock so well, unnie.” Kazuha’s voice slips into a purr as she watches them, throaty from arousal and breathless with awe.
Another moan slips out of Minjeong’s mouth and onto Jimin’s cock, and it sounds so sweet and obscene, truly fueling the lust that is rippling through Kazuha, like flames lapping at her skin, hot and intense and bone-melting.
Watching Minjeong slobber and suck and fuck her mouth on Jimin’s hard, thick cock gets Kazuha going, her arousal spiking higher and higher. She growls and moans and grips Minjeong’s ass cheeks, spreading them so she can watch the way her lover’s pussy takes her so well. Her hips pump fast and hard enough to rock Minjeong’s body, hard enough to jolt that mouth further onto Jimin’s cock.
“Do you like having your holes filled? Aren’t you such a greedy slut, baby?”
It’s so erotic to watch, and Kazuha can’t help but admire the view of Jimin’s abs, those strong thighs and hips flexing as the alpha shoves her cock deeper into Minjeong’s throat. Kazuha pants as she eyes Jimin’s chest—so pretty and full and nipples pebbled hard—eyes trailing up to the flex of Jimin’s neck muscles as a moan crawls its way out of her. Jimin is attractive, Kazuha knows this, but there’s something extra pretty when they’re both filling and ruining Minjeong’s holes—something about being in the midst of hormones and passion that frames Jimin in such a pretty light. She wants to frame the alpha like this forever, pure and raw, unfiltered essence that only they are privileged to witness in private. Kazuha feels her gut clenching, arousal coiling tighter and tighter until she nears the edge.
Her eyes are focused on Minjeong, her girlfriend, and Jimin, her girlfriend’s girlfriend. Something whispers in the back of her mind, temptation incarnate and deep-seated yearning, and wonders how it would feel to be Jimin’s girlfriend as well, how it would feel to suck her cock after she came inside Minjeong’s mouth, how it would feel to kiss Jimin’s lips and feel her kissing back. Dark eyes happen to lock with Kazuha’s, and she’s at the mercy of Jimin, breath hitching at the alpha’s fleeting attention on her. Her control snaps and Kazuha is whining and moaning as her hips jerk uncontrollably, her orgasm slamming into her all at once. She shoots thick ropes of hot cum inside of Minjeong’s pussy, whimpering at the sensation of the omega clenching around her shaft to milk her dry.
“F-Fuck… unnie.” She doesn’t specify which unnie, and it’s better like this. Because they both make her feel emotions too deep to explain all in one sitting, they both unravel Kazuha right down to her core, making her feel so special and loved in a way that no one else has before.
Ragged breaths leave Kazuha’s mouth as she comes down from her high, slowly rocking her hips and squeezing out every ounce of pleasure she can. She watches in rapture as Jimin comes inside of Minjeong’s mouth, and Kazuha’s breath hitches as her girlfriend’s cunt clamps down on her cock, squeezing so tight that it aches in the best way possible. That, combined with the pleasure twisting Jimin’s face and body as she basks in the high of her orgasm is enough to send Kazuha into a mini frenzied rut, forcing her over the edge and into the waiting arms of a second orgasm.
With a soft grunt, Kazuha pulls her cock out halfway, moaning under her breath at the sight of her cum trickling out around her cock. She can’t help but roll her hips, fucking her cum back inside of her girlfriend’s pussy, filling those slick walls back up. Her hands massage Minjeong’s ass and hips and the small of her back, sensual and soft and gentle, knowing that the omega gets so sensitive after her orgasms.
Kazuha’s gaze is dark and heady as she watches Minjeong lapping at Jimin’s cock, licking up every drop of cum dripping out of her. She swallows slowly, unable to pull her eyes away from the couple.
Jimin kisses Minjeong, hands threading through her hair gently. It makes Kazuha yearn for the same touch, but she knows that she can only get it through Minjeong. Despite being equals in this unique throuple relationship, she and Jimin aren’t exactly girlfriends. They’re aware of each other, accepting and respectful of each other’s alpha status, but Kazuha has an inkling that Jimin’s never thought of her as a romantic option.
It’s the complete opposite of Kazuha.
She’s thought about it before, of course she has. She finds Jimin to be an attractive alpha; how can she not be with perfect visuals that stun and a toned body that makes others envious, and her caring unnie personality is a sweet cherry on top. Kazuha accepted her feelings quickly, surprising even herself, but she’s not one to deny the way she feels emotions deeply or the joy it could bring. She detests the over-aggressive and aloofness of a stereotypical alpha. She really likes Minjeong, and Kazuha knows she likes Jimin romantically too now.
If only Jimin could look at her that way too.
Only Minjeong knows the truth. Kazuha confided in her girlfriend one time when Jimin had to leave early for a group project meeting; she and Minjeong were cuddled up post-coital, bodies still warm from their vigorous activity as their scents intertwined, blissful as they were engaged in pillow talk. Minjeong is supportive, wanting her two alphas to get along, even finding it hot and logical for Kazuha and Jimin to get together. But she doesn’t push, tries to remain out of it; what happens between them needs to be mutual after all.
Minjeong sinks into the sheets, dragging Kazuha down with her until she’s draped over her omega’s back, cuddling as the sweat on their skin cools. The scent of oranges and sandalwood snaps Kazuha out of her hazy thoughts, pulling her awareness out of her post-coital bliss. Movement shifts and she sees Jimin sliding out of bed, slowly pulling on a fresh set of clothes.
“Sorry,” There’s a pause here, lingering enough for Kazuha to sense the subtle change in the alpha’s scent. “I have that group project later today.” Jimin says as she pulls her shirt over her head. She shoots an apologetic smile at Minjeong, and hesitates when her eyes glance at Kazuha.
She can smell a slight bitterness in Jimin’s scent—something like unripe oranges—spies what looks a bit like longing in those dark brown eyes, a bit of apprehension tinting the older alpha’s usual sweet and calm pheromones. Kazuha smiles gently, releasing her own fresh, dewy scent, making sure it’s not to provoke but to provide a sense of comfort. She knows it works by the way Minjeong relaxes further into sheets, all pliant and limbs loose, even her cunt is fluttering around Kazuha’s cock gently. She doesn’t know the effects of her pheromones on Jimin, but she hopes it eases the older alpha.
Jimin’s eyes soften, and that’s all she gets.
Kazuha snuffs her disappointment.
After Jimin exits the dorm, Kazuha and Minjeong share a look as the door clicks shut.
“What did you think?”
“Oh, she totally liked what you did earlier. Jimin got so hard in my mouth.”
“Unnie!” Kazuha whines with a smile, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice. “Stop teasing me.”
Her hips sink forward until they’re flushed with Minjeong’s ass. Her cock is surrounded by the slickness of her own cum and Minjeong’s cunt, and Kazuha sighs at the tight warmth, loving how the sensation welcomes her back in eagerly. As she drapes herself over Minjeong’s back, her eyes gravitated towards her mating mark on Minjeong’s shoulder. She buries her nose in Minjeong’s dark brown hair, inhaling the scent of strawberry jam and loving the way she feels so at ease.
“Hard again, puppy?”
“Mhm, yeah. Can’t help it… you two smell so good.” Kazuha whines into soft brown hair, huffing at how her cock twitches once she gets another whiff of her girlfriend’s scent mingling with Jimin’s scent. Like strawberry jam and orange marmalade spread on toast on a cozy morning, sweet and vibrant on her tongue, warm and soothing as she bites into it.
Strawberries and vanilla; oranges and sandalwood—it’s driving Kazuha insane, turning her on ridiculously bad. Her cock is throbbing, and now she can feel her knot swelling up alongside her desire.
“Do we get you that hard, baby? Is your knot out? Put it inside me… wanna feel it plugging me up.” Minjeong’s voice is filled with a blend of mirth and arousal, and Kazuha moans out a shaky answer as she wraps her arms around Minjeong and lets her hips rut, cock spearing down into that addictive pussy at a harsh pace. After a few punishing thrusts, her knot slips inside with a lewd sound, and they both moan at the way Minjeong’s slick walls stretch to accommodate the girth. Now she’s all snug and squeezing around Kazuha’s knot, sending both of their minds into a hazy fog of lust.
“S-So much! You both smell so good. Mhmph— coming… coming, unnie!” Kazuha’s mouth salivates, her gums itching with a desperate need. She sinks her fangs into Minjeong’s neck, renewing her mating bite and moaning as she feels the omega’s walls spasm once more, an orgasm rippling through her petite body. Hot cum floods Minjeong’s walls, joining her earlier release. Minjeong moans under her, writhing from feeling so full of cock and cum and knot, and she speaks her pleasure into Kazuha’s ear. The verbal praise makes Kazuha preen and shiver with pleasure, her inner alpha puffing with pride from being able to please and satisfy and breed her omega so well. Kazuha lets out a satisfied purr, her chest rumbling with delight as they both spiral into another orgasm together.
As they cuddle together and wait for her knot to deflate, with Kazuha draped over Minjeong’s back, she makes sure her girlfriend is comfortable and needs nothing at the moment. Kazuha peppers kisses over Minjeong’s nape and her cheek and whatever she can reach from her position. Her eyes linger on Jimin’s fresh bite mark on Minjeong’s neck, and she feels a pang of longing—oh, how she wants to feel Jimin marking her up too. She ducks down and nuzzles at Jimin’s mark, indulging in the scent of tangerines on a summer morning, and sighs heavily.
“What are you going to do now?” Minjeong asks as she basks in the attention, soaking up the tender affection that her alpha is offering. She leans her head to the side, letting Kazuha nuzzle further into Jimin’s mating mark on her own neck.
“Flirt some more with Jimin unnie? That’s all I got so far.”
“And how’s that going?”
“Ugh,” Kazuha buries her face in soft hair, huffing against the softness of Minjeong’s neck. “Not well. Jimin unnie will blush sometimes but she ignores me most of the time. 9/10 I’m met with silence. She’s like a blushing brick wall, oh my god.”
The exasperation in Kazuha’s voice brings a giggle out of Minjeong. Her hands find Kazuha’s and hold them tightly to her chest, smiling when those fingers lace with hers without asking.
“Why don’t you try being more assertive? Jimin unnie is… hm, she can be dense sometimes. Too busy thinking about others that she can’t see what’s in front of her.” Minjeong giggles, shoulders shaking with mirth.
“But how do I know if she even likes me? She doesn’t act like it at all.” Kazuha’s voice is whiny and Minjeong smiles, finding her alpha too cute right now.
“Please. She likes you too. Her cock was so hard in my mouth while she watched you. Trust me.” Minjeong snorts at the reminder. Her tone turns a little more somber, kind and tender as she strokes over Kazuha’s knuckles. “You just have to keep knocking down her walls. Jimin unnie is a little more reserved as an alpha. She takes a while to get her heart and her brain on the same page.”
“Easy for you to say, unnie. You’ve known her longer.” Kazuha merely grumbles and cuddles tighter into Minjeong’s back. Her thoughts are flying, all circling around a certain alpha.
//
Running comes naturally to Kazuha. The alpha’s long legs speak for themselves, toned quads and hamstrings and calves going on for days. During her first year, she gravitated to the university’s track and field club like a magnet. Kazuha enjoys running, loves the feel of the wind whipping past her, adores the way she can cross large distances with a few simple strides. Running keeps her fit too, and it works as a good stress reliever when she’s too stuck in her head sometimes.
It’s a leisure practice session today, no classes scheduled, and Kazuha is panting gently as she finishes her sprints for the day. She glances over at Chaewon, her club partner and long time friend—and also ex-girlfriend of seven months but they’re cool now—and laughs at the way the omega always looks so angry after running. Blueberries and jasmine wafts off her petite frame, and Kazuha is very much amused by the fact that Chaewon feels more like an alpha when she is all angry and vibrant with leftover energy from running.
“You alright, unnie?”
“Fine! I’m fine!”
It’s a well known fact that the usually chill omega gets all worked up after some physical exercise. It’s a funny sight to witness too, Kazuha thinks as they stop by the water cooler. She guzzles water until her parched throat is gone, and then laughs obnoxiously when Chaewon throws a towel at her face.
Her phone rings in the pocket of her jacket, and Kazuha feels her palms sweat when Jimin’s name flashes on the screen. Chaewon eyes her funny when she clears her throat and runs a hand through her windswept hair before answering the call.
“Jimin?”
“Zuha, listen, Minjeong is asleep and I don’t have much time.” A door softly closes on the line before Jimin continues talking in a hushed tone. She sounds a little guarded, a red tint of anger, and that has Kazuha on alert. What could be wrong? “Minjeong has a problem and I need you to help me fix it without telling her anything. Can you do that for me?”
I’d do anything for you. Kazuha coughs as she shakes her head, blushing at her impulsive thoughts. She walks circles around Chaewon just to get the excess energy out of her body, ignoring the omega’s amused staring. Whatever Jimin needs sounds urgent, and the mention of their omega has Kazuha’s alpha perking up. She’s on standby, ready for whatever the older alpha needs help with.
“What… whatever you want, unnie.”
“Good, I am going to…” Whatever Jimin says sounds muffled in Kazuha’s ear—something about an asshole professor—but the older alpha’s tone is angry enough to prickle Kazuha’s alpha. Some sort of linked protectiveness over Minjeong has been activated, and Kazuha doesn’t realize she’s been biting down on her molars until she registers Chaewon’s palm on the small of her back, calming omega pheromones pulling her shoulders back so she doesn’t hunch in on herself.
Jimin’s voice filters back into her ear, and it grounds Kazuha. “Can you do it after lunch?”
“Yeah, Jimin unnie.” Kazuha blows a breath out before speaking, tone obviously worried as she cradles her phone against her ear. “Is Minjeong okay? Should I finish practice early and go there?”
“No, pup, don’t worry. She is asleep now, and will probably stay here with me the whole night.” There’s a pause before more keyboard clacking plays over the phone. “But can you talk to… whoever the fuck is Lee Jeno? He’s supposed to be a track athlete.”
Kazuha stills entirely as her eyes scan the track field. Dark eyes narrow before honing in on a tall figure jogging on the path of the track. Her alpha growls in her chest, awake and alert and eager. Finally—something she can do to help. A deep breath is taken before she yells at her club college, “Jeno! Get your ass over here!”
Chaewon is still beside her, amused and quietly giggling as she lessens her pheromones. It’s still present at a sedated volume, helpful in calming her riled up alpha, and Kazuha appreciates her unnie for that.
When Jeno approaches, he’s got a puzzled expression on his face. Kazuha feels the same, but it’s time for action and questions will come later. She trusts Jimin when it comes to matters related to Minjeong.
“I got him, unnie. What’s happening?”
The topic is tutoring and Jimin negotiates Jeno’s rate expertly, not leaving any room for any terms that won’t benefit their omega. All Kazuha does is translate through the phone, word for word, emphasizing the tone that Jimin uses. It’s effective and Jeno folds easily with the glare Kazuha accidentally wields, influenced by the near-manic energy Jimin carries over the phone.
“And she can’t know anything!”
Jeno nods quickly, just as wide-eyed as Kazuha feels right now. “He says deal.” Kazuha nods and Jeno sets off back towards the track, legs pumping quick as Kazuha watches him go. She turns her attention back to the phone, “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it, unnie.”
“You are a good mate, Kazuha. I’ll text you, okay?” The sincerity in Jimin’s tone bleeds through the phone, thick enough to incase Kazuha’s senses like a snare. It is sweet and warm, like a hand cupping her cheek. She’s at a loss for words. Affection from Jimin so blatantly given like this throws Kazuha for a loop. Her scent spikes hard enough for Chaewon to flinch, and Kazuha can only flail like a gaping fish out of water as a response.
She swallows slowly, her mind crawling out of its haze after she realizes that she’s left Jimin waiting. “Y-Yeah, unnie.”
The call ends, and Kazuha stares at her phone with a sense of bewilderment. That was… new.
“You alright, pup? What did Jimin say to you?” Amusement weighs Chaewon’s tone, and she’s half concerned, half laughing at Kazuha’s confused expression.
“Yeah, I’m… everything is fine.” Kazuha sighs as she rubs the bridge of her nose, grumbling as she feels the heat on her cheeks still hot to the touch.
The matter of tutoring with Jeno and some asshole professor doesn’t rear its head until a week later. Funny enough, it happens after another track practice. Kazuha works on her sprints like usual with Chaewon chasing her heels like a rabid dog. The omega trains all the track athletes harshly, but no one complains when the club wins all of their sports meets. Sweat drips down Kazuha’s face and neck as she slows down from her last sprint, huffing as she rests her hands on her knees, bending over slightly to catch her breath.
“Good job today, pup!” Chaewon smacks her back and Kazuha groans loudly, nearly shoving the omega away in retaliation. “Dammit, unnie!” Laughter makes its way around their circle until everyone is chuckling as they quench their thirst with some electrolytes.
She’s made it a habit to end practice with Chaewon, a habit when they first started dating, and it remains a cherished habit even after their amicable breakup. Chatter bounces between them as they cool off from their workout, slowly making their way off the university’s track.
“How’s your girlfriends?”
With the towel held to her mouth, Kazuha flushes under the question, “O-Only one of them is my girlfriend!”
The blush lighting up Kazuha’s cheeks only burns brighter when Chaewon raises an eyebrow at her.
“Uh-huh. Sure.”
“W-Well, how are you and Sakura unnie?!” Kazuha bites back in an attempt to divert the blood rushing to her face. She snorts when Chaewon becomes flustered as well, nearly tripping over thin air as the tables are turned.
“We’re f-fine! We’re going on another date… as soon as she gets off the couch and her game and remembers to meet up with me.” Chaewon rolls her eyes, a little too fondly to be truly exasperated. Kazuha can see the heart eyes from here, and she smiles for her unnie. Good for them. Omega and omega relationships aren’t too common, so Kazuha is glad that her friends are getting along well.
A ding from Kazuha’s phone grabs her attention. It’s a text from Minjeong, asking her if she could get Jimin from the library before coming to her dorm. It seems the alpha got carried away with her studies and her group projects. Kazuha frowns; being a college senior sounds exhausting.
“Unnie, I gotta swing by the library. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Mhm. Might be sooner. I think my sorority is holding another party soon. I’ll let you girls know!”
“Sounds good! See you later, unnie!”
They bump chests like bros, something they picked up from Yunjin. It’s become an inside joke and now they do it whenever they see each other. Kazuha laughs as Chaewon leaves while making goofy faces and even goofier finger guns. Soon, their paths split from each other, her to the library and Chaewon back to the dorms.
The library isn’t far from the track field, and Kazuha treats it like a cool-down walk, her long strides making it easy for her to traverse the large campus.
Kazuha steps into the library with respect, her tall frame quietly wading through the quiet study space as she looks for Jimin. The smell of books and coffee and tea and stressed out students is strong all over the place. In times like this, Kazuha is grateful for her sensitive nose. She picks up the smell of oranges clear as day, following it like a dog with a bone. Her eyes spot Jimin at a table by herself, head resting on the surface as books and notebooks are scattered around her.
It makes Kazuha want to coo and pick her unnie up, cradling the alpha as she smacks her professors around. Her eyes take a peek at Jimin’s open notebook and her eyes go wide at the contents. Why are there so many assignments???
Fresh dew wraps around Jimin as Kazuha quietly packs up her unnie’s belongings. She smiles softly at the way Jimin’s body relaxes, grinning at the way the furrow of Jimin’s brows clears up.
“Unnie, wake up.”
A hand gently shakes Jimin awake, sleepy brown eyes blinking open to land on Kazuha. The haze slowly clears, and a sleepy mumble is heard. “Zuha? What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that, unnie. Minjeong unnie asked me to pick you up. It’s getting late.” They look around the library and its peaceful atmosphere echoes back. Only the flipping of pages and the quiet clack of keyboards and the occasional stifled yawn can be heard.
“Whoa, when did it get so late?” Jimin says as she scoots out of her seat, wide-eyed and a little frantic in her surge to get up. She stumbles a bit, but firm hands reach out to catch her. The alpha leans into the touch, only registering Kazuha’s clothes with a slow blink of sleepy eyes. Tiny track shorts and a matching zipped up track jacket. “Did you just come from practice?”
“Mhm. Did you eat yet, unnie? Or did you forget again?” Kazuha swings Jimin’s bag over her front. Then she turns around and squats, looking over her shoulder with a frown. “Minjeong unnie won’t like that you forgot again.”
“Don’t worry, pup. I had some snacks while studying…” Jimin does nothing but stare at her for a second, the tips of her ears going red while Kazuha watches and waits patiently, an expectant gaze seeping out like a slow drip. “I can walk, you know.”
The pet name warms her bones, and Kazuha smiles before it shifts into a frown. Jimin smells different, a much softer scent than when Kazuha saw her this morning. Has she been resting enough? “Unnie, I can smell how tired you are. C’mon, you know I don’t mind.”
A soft pink blush sprawls across Jimin’s cheeks, her eyes lingering on the way Kazuha is still waiting for her. Kazuha tilts her head and snorts at her unnie’s stubbornness. She pumps out her scent—something like a fresh morning after a rainy night—coils it gently around the older alpha, coaxing until Jimin sheds her reluctance and hops onto her back. Kazuha stands up effortlessly once Jimin’s arms and legs wrap around her.
“Good. Minjeong unnie is scary when she’s angry. Even more when we forget to eat.” Kazuha tucks her hands under Jimin’s thighs, fingers squeezing into soft skin. She tries not to think about how soft it feels in her hands, tries not to think about gripping them tight until her handprints bruise past skin and imprint onto Jimin’s bones. Kazuha shakes the dirty thoughts away, sweeping them under a rug or something to return to at a later time, and returns her focus to securing her hold on the older alpha as she makes her way out of the library.
“Yah, did you eat too?” Jimin’s voice is soft and deep, a low soothing tone that could lull Kazuha to sleep. She wonders if Jimin has ever considered being a radio DJ, or an MC, or even a narrator for television programs. She’d be a hot commodity. Kazuha would download all her shows just to listen to that charming voice melt her ears.
“Pfft. Of course I did. Chaewon unnie made me eat before practice.” Although Kazuha can’t see the older alpha, her hearing picks up the way Jimin opens her mouth before closing it gently, a soft click of teeth, as if swallowing her words before they can slip out. That’s okay; Kazuha can be patient. “I think she and Sakura unnie are keeping an eye on me.”
“That’s good. Someone needs to take care of you during track and field. Neither me or Minjeong have classes near you during your practices.”
There is a softness present in Jimin’s tone, affection that slowly laces through each word with the utmost care, almost palpable that it almost makes Kazuha pause midstep. She keeps on walking, gait uninterrupted, glad that Jimin can’t see the broad smile tugging at her lips right now.
“Oh! I spoke to the department head earlier, like you told me to.” The reminder of their omega’s plight with her advanced chemistry class pokes at her Kazuha, and she is eager to share her results with the task Jimin asked of her. “Apparently, this isn’t the first omega student that files a complaint about Professor Kim… or whoever the fucker is.”
“Good,” Jimin reaches out to gently pat Kazuha’s face, as if in praise, and Kazuha’s lips twitch before a wide grin overtakes her features. Her touch is warm, and it’s all Kazuha can focus on as the older alpha talks. “I’m going there tomorrow and we’ll get the shithead fired, or at least really fucking scared to undermine an omega again.”
Kazuha nods, agreeing with the game plan they’ve set up. And then Jimin combs her hand through Kazuha’s hair, soft and gentle, almost reverent with how light her touch is. A rare occasion between them. A purr wants to rumble in her chest, but Kazuha snuffs it out before it can be heard. Honestly, Kazuha wasn’t even sure that Jimin would accept the piggyback ride.
It’s nice though. Very nice.
She feels so happy at this moment.
After a long walk through the campus, the two arrive at Minjeong’s dorm building. They would have been there faster but the shortest path was covered with pigeons. It was funny to hear Jimin screaming and squirming and hiding her face in Kazuha’s neck. Numerous giggles left her lips as Kazuha avoided the birds that seemed to scare the older alpha so easily.
Kazuha walks through the lobby and to the elevator, smiling as she bends down to let Jimin press the button. Jennie unnie is the RA manning the dorm’s reception desk tonight, and she laughs and waves at the sight of them waiting for the elevator. Jimin only tightens her arms around Kazuha’s shoulders, resting her cheek on top of Kazuha’s head. The smell of oranges seeps into her track jacket and her nape, Jimin’s soft breaths exhaling on the slope of her neck, making goosebumps appear on the young alpha’s skin.
With a ding, the elevator doors open and Kazuha walks in, laughing at the way Jimin is so tall on her back. She can almost touch the ceiling. When the elevator opens to Minjeong’s floor, it only takes Kazuha a few long strides before she stops in front of a familiar door. Her knees bend so that Jimin can unlock the door with her key.
“Unnie! We’re back!”
Kazuha’s voice is boisterous and happy as they step into a cloud of strawberries, warm and comforting as it welcomes them home. Sweet vanilla curls around their bodies before Minjeong’s head pokes out of the kitchen.
“Welcome back! Oh, you two are cute.”
Kazuha meets Minjeong halfway, a lopsided grin on her face as the omega reaches out to kiss her. It’s soft and chaste, sweetness on her lips and softness stroking her cheek. Kazuha is left smiling as Minjeong greets Jimin the same way, and she feels so happy with the way the omega leans into her to kiss Jimin over her shoulder, happy with the way Jimin’s hand is splayed over her collar like it belongs there. Being sandwiched between her omega and her alpha feels nice, it feels so natural.
“Go freshen up. Dinner is almost ready.” Minjeong pats them both on the head before returning to the kitchen, the aroma of Korean barbecue is mouthwatering as it awaits them. Kazuha beams as she savors this moment in time. She’s content and happy right here, right now. The feeling sears through her heart, engraving itself deep in the cavity of her chest. It feels like home, it feels like love.
Dinner is a buffet of Korean beef and a generous helping of side dishes. Kazuha eats until she’s fit to burst, groaning at how full her belly feels and letting Minjeong know how amazing her cooking is. She rubs her stomach, already feeling the food working to make her eyes sleepy.
After picking up the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink, Jimin shoos her out of the kitchen with a “Go sleep on the couch, puppy.” as she takes it upon herself to wash them. Surprise is plastered on her face, and Kazuha only leaves when Jimin looks at her with bemusement, a gentle wave of her hand to coax her.
So Kazuha finds herself sprawled out across the couch, content to lie there with her eyes shut. She picks up on her unnies’ soft chatter and giggles, drifting off into a doze with the television playing in the background. This is nice. She likes this.
Vanilla and sandalwood swirls around her nose, a calming scent that lulls her to a light slumber. Vaguely, Kazuha hears the water cut off in the kitchen before she feels the sofa dip. She feels Minjeong pressing into her front, and then another weight curling into her side. The television changes to some sort of drama series, and Kazuha is all content to continue dozing as her unnies use her like a body pillow.
A sweet summer fruit fragrance, courtesy of Jimin and Minjeong, clings to her nose, and Kazuha feels a purr vibrate in her chest as she slips back into a dream state. Minjeong pulls her arms tighter around her middle, consequently tugging Jimin’s front forward until the older alpha is snug against her back.
A soft murmur leaves Kazuha’s lips as she snuggles her face into Minjeong’s nape, purring happily as she wiggles her hips back into Jimin’s front. She’s wearing a pair of too short boy shorts, and the soft material is thin enough for Jimin’s body heat to seep through. It’s nice and warm, and Kazuha’s sleepy mind seeks it like a moth to a flame. She presses her butt further into Jimin’s front, wiggling happily against firmness.
Another giggle comes out of Minjeong, but Kazuha is too sleepy to register what the omega is saying.
“Are you going to be okay, Jiminie?”
“I’m… uhh, yup—yeah, I’m f-fine.”
Stuttering isn’t something Jimin usually does, so it piques Kazuha’s interest. But then again, she’s too content to burrow into Minjeong’s shoulder to open her eyes and look at what’s got the older alpha so nervous.
“Don’t move! You’ll wake her up.” Minjeong whispers, tone full of mirthful giggles.
“But… but she’s rubbing on me.” Jimin whines, soft and with a tiny whimper punctuating her sentence.
“Jimin. Stay.” Minjeong’s pheromones wrap around both alphas, like a soft quilt bundling them up nice and tight, omega voice firm until Jimin obeys willingly. Kazuha feels another wave of laughter shake Minjeong’s body, and in her sleepy state, she wonders what is going on. But then Jimin’s arm curls over her hip, hand splayed over her belly—almost possessively—and Kazuha purrs louder, happily slipping back into a haze of sleep.
//
Kazuha takes Minjeong’s advice and tries to be a little bolder the next time they’re together.
Next time just happens to be the day after. Kazuha is walking into the lobby of Minjeong’s dorm building, and surprise colors her face when she spots Jimin leaning by the wall, waiting for the elevator to come down. She’s all cool and relaxed, looking like the perfect senior student that all the juniors look up to. There’s a sense of pride whenever Kazuha overhears her classmates gushing over Jimin and Minjeong.
“Unnie! Hey!” Kazuha waves, a soft smile on her lips as she tries not to bounce like an excited puppy. Jimin is probably tired from classes. Stay cool, Kazuha, stay cool.
“Hi, Zuha.” Dark eyes lock onto Kazuha, the alpha peeking up from a bored expression to a casual smile. “Just finished class?”
“Mhm, yeah. Just a lecture today.” Kazuha’s eyes glance at the elevator and then back to Jimin. A quiet ding announces the elevator before the doors slide open.
Jimin enters first, and Kazuha follows her in. The door closes quietly, humming to life as the floors change slowly. She can’t help but admire Jimin, eyes raking down the older alpha’s figure as the embers of lust and affection begin to smolder in the pit of her belly, sparking until a fire is lit. She doesn’t notice until now, but there is an edge to Jimin’s figure, a sharp, crackling twist to her usual sweet scent. It burgeons and swells until it bursts within the small space between them. Kazuha’s gaze snaps to the older alpha, who is still eerily quiet, and finds that those eyes are already staring back at her.
Tension seeps out into the confined space of the elevator, and Kazuha licks her lips as her back presses into the wall. She’s sure that Jimin can feel it too, the thick pheromones that are dripping off of her frame are enticing, alluring, and cloyingly sweet. It beckons Kazuha like a hand on her chin, a finger crooning her forward.
Does she… does she want Kazuha?
Kazuha’s eyes turn dark at the thought, arousal and desire shimmering in pools of honey as she stares at Jimin. And when Jimin returns her heated gaze, Kazuha can feel that arousal shooting down to her cock, quickly getting hard with how Jimin looks like she wants to eat her up. Kazuha wants it, she wants it so bad—she wants to submit and let Jimin rip open her chest and devour her messily, smear that molten desire all over her lips and have it dripping off her chin.
The elevator dings loudly before the doors slide open. The tension is thick and pronounced now, and there is an unspoken understanding as Kazuha steps out onto the floor, Jimin right on her heels as they quickly walk to Minjeong’s dorm.
With a spare key, Kazuha unlocks the door and leaves it open for Jimin to close. The sound of the door clicking shut and locking echoes in Kazuha’s ears, the sound so significantly louder than usual. Minjeong isn’t here yet, and Kazuha’s heart pounds at the fact. It’s just her, it’s just her that her unnie wants.
Naturally, she migrates to their omega’s bedroom. A safe space of strawberries and vanilla that embraces her as soon as she steps into the room. There are hints of their scents here as well, a making of home between the three of them, and it makes Kazuha sigh with happiness.
Footsteps follow her and Kazuha can feel the intensity of Jimin’s gaze on her back. Minjeong’s advice comes to the forefront of her mind, and it’s with a breath of bravery that spurs Kazuha on. Fingers curl over the hem of her shirt before she yanks it overhead. The bra goes too. Her pants slide down her legs, gets kicked off as she sits on the foot of the bed.
Kazuha remains in her boxers, her hard cock tenting the fabric as she settles her eyes on Jimin. Jimin unnie who is blushing and staring wide-eyed at her, Jimin unnie whose pupils are blowing wide with her arousal. It makes Kazuha grin, emboldens her into peeling off her underwear nice and slow, enjoying the attention of the older alpha that’s only on her. Her cock is hard and thick as it swings free from its confines, standing erect, throbbing and leaking under Jimin’s heady gaze. A breathy groan slips out of her as she strokes her cock, leisure pumps that make Jimin’s throat bob. Her unnie’s scent changes, and Kazuha giggles victoriously as she smells it, sharp and cloyingly sweet, the taste of ripe oranges teasing the tip of her tongue, a hint of sandalwood coiling underneath until her mouth is full.
“I can help you out, unnie. Something to pass the time until Minjeong unnie gets here.”
Kazuha flashes her a smile, soft and full of temptation, dark eyes shining with want. She hopes Jimin says yes. Her cock is throbbing with a needy ache, and she wouldn’t mind putting on a solo show if Jimin says no.
Slow steps are taken forward and Kazuha grins with triumph. She fists her cock, squeezing the base to stave off her pleasure. Her attention is captured by Jimin stripping out of her clothes, hands careful like she’s nervous. It bewilders Kazuha; when is Jimin ever nervous?
Soft skin and toned muscles and a neatly groomed happy trail reveal themselves, and Kazuha’s mouth waters at the sight of Jimin’s hard cock in front of her. Precum dribbles from the tip, tracing down that hard shaft in a tantalizing manner. Kazuha wastes no time; her hands settle on Jimin’s hips, sinking her nails into the skin and gripping it firmly as she licks at the cockhead. It’s wet and warm and a little salty, and Jimin’s scent blooms on her taste buds—sweet and chilled orange sorbet on a hot afternoon—making Kazuha moan against the sensitive tip. Jimin’s hips buck into her mouth from the vibrations, eager and impatient, and while Kazuha enjoys seeing this new side of the older alpha, she also wants to savor this moment.
“Don’t move, unnie. Let me taste you at my own pace.” Kazuha stills those hips with a strength she usually reserves for their omega, and she says it while looking Jimin in the eye, lust rushing through her veins as her unnie’s eyes darken considerably, dilating at her words. “You can touch me too, unnie.”
She kisses Jimin's abs, kisses all along her jutting hip bones because she knows she won’t be able to kiss her unnie’s lips. This is as good as it’s going to get, so might as well make the best out of it, right?
When hands thread through her hair, Kazuha smiles and moans against Jimin’s pelvis, eagerly takes that cockhead into her mouth, suckling so softly and sweetly on it. It pulls a long moan out of Jimin, a continuous series of debauched noises as Kazuha bobs her head and takes more inches into her mouth. It feels good, having Jimin’s thick cock filling up her mouth, like every inch was made for her mouth. The weight of that thick girth is pleasant on her tongue, and it’s even better when Kazuha slides her mouth up and down on it.
She gets why Minjeong likes putting her mouth on their cocks now. It’s a little addicting to have this much power, this much pleasure condensed in a single mouthful.
A hand snakes between her legs, and Kazuha jerks herself off as she sucks on Jimin’s cock, using all of her lips and tongue and techniques she accumulated during the first year of her fuck boy phase before she fell under Minjeong’s charms. She laps at the tip, moves her tongue in ways that have Jimin spilling out moans that sound so good, almost too good to be true. The filthy noises that fill the room has her arousal growing hot, pooling in her gut, pressure so tight that Kazuha thinks she might just come like this—jerking herself off while Jimin’s cock is stuffing her mouth full.
Reluctantly, Kazuha pulls herself off of Jimin’s cock, strings of saliva and precum still connecting to her lips so lewdly. She looks up at Jimin, big doe eyes fluttering while her lips are a wet mess.
“Unnie, can you… can you get up on the bed with me.” A hiccup spills out between her words as she tries to gather her bearings. Her mind is so foggy with lust, pleasure a thick cloud that is filling up every nook and cranny in her brain.
“Of course, puppy.” Jimin strokes her hair, tender and affectionate—so out of character that it has Kazuha’s mind blanking out of pure bliss for a moment.
It’s a surprise that Jimin obeys at all, but Kazuha is far too horny to second guess it. Her arousal is churning in her belly, stoking a fire that feels like it’s going to burn her up from the inside out if she doesn’t get relief right this instant.
They’re kneeling on the bed, with little proximity between them as she shuffles close enough for their cocks to touch, and Kazuha wants to lean in and kiss Jimin so bad. How her unnie looks so good and ravishing just kneeling there, cock bobbing and skin flushed pink, is a wonder to the younger alpha.
But she doesn’t.
Kiss her, that is.
She has to settle for fucking without feelings involved instead.
So Kazuha fists their cocks together, both hands around the thick girth of both shafts, and moans at the sensation of wet skin touching. Then her hands start to pump, slow at first before gradually increasing in speed. Breathy moans accompany the slick wet noises, and Kazuha’s eyes are half-lidded, struggling to keep themselves open amidst the waves of pleasure that are crashing down on her. It feels so good and hot and wet, the friction against each other and on their sensitive cockhead is godly. She’s never felt so good just from frotting before, and the sight of Jimin so affected by it sends a bolt of pleasure straight to Kazuha’s core.
Her body sways, leaning forward just enough to grab Jimin’s attention. Her forehead knocks gently against Jimin’s, and whimpers filter out of her open mouth as Kazuha keeps on stroking. Dark eyes peer at her, staring back so intensely that Kazuha preens and purrs violently from the attention.
“U-Unnie… it—it feels so good.”
“Keep going, Kazuha. That’s it.” Jimin’s voice is a half growl, half moan. The way she says her name sends a shudder down Kazuha’s spine. Like hunger, pure want tinting her tone.
Warm are Jimin’s hands as they settle on her hips, fingers brushing along her curves with a touch so soft that it makes Kazuha want to cry. She settles for whimpering and letting out a guttural moan, tapering into incoherent noises as their hips begin to roll. The sight of their hips pumping and rolling, fucking their cocks into the tight grip of Kazuha’s hands feels like a fever dream. Kazuha savors the sight, engraves it into her mind, trembles at the sheer obscenity of it all.
“I can’t—can’t h-hold on…!”
“Then cum. Cum with me.” Jimin growls as her hips speed up, fucking into Kazuha’s hand and against her cock, a perfect grip as her hot breath ghosts along Kazuha’s lips. Those dark pools stare into Kazuha’s, unable to pull away as she watches the younger alpha unravel, taken apart by the pure pleasure that overwhelms her.
She’s barely holding on to her control, shaking just as Jimin’s scent pumps out in a thick wave, oranges and sandalwood curling around Kazuha like a warm embrace, like a hand weaving under her flesh and muscle just to trace the contours of her ribs, breaching the cage and curling around her heart. It’s so visceral, everything she’s ever wanted condensed into a moment of pleasure.
So beautiful yet so fleeting.
She feels tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Her heart aches and her cock throbs.
Kazuha moans and releases her own scent, fresh dew and crisp cleanness intertwining with the older alpha’s. She comes so fucking hard, thick ropes of hot cum splattering all over Jimin’s stomach, a few spurts trickling down her knuckles. And then Jimin comes with a howl, a beautiful moan that sounds like music to Kazuha’s ears. The older alpha’s cum is hot and sticky as it paints Kazuha’s stomach, coating her abs with streaks of white.
Oh, that’s so hot. Kazuha pants as aftershocks roll through her body, vision blurry from the pleasure glazing over her eyes. And then a soft, breathy laugh is pulled out of her.
They’re both still hard in Kazuha’s hands.
“Oh, my. What a surprise my alphas left for me.” Minjeong’s scent and her voice enters the room, and two heads snap towards the door, settling on Minjeong and her smug smirk. The smell of arousal is sharp on all their noses, fanning the flames that lick at their skin. The room feels stuffy and full of charged tension, electricity crackling between panting breaths.
“Did you two have fun? Mhm, what a mess you’ve made.”
Minjeong is a vision as she strips out of her clothes, omega scent so sweet and alluring to the two riled up alphas. She crawls into the bed, mattress dipping gently under her weight. Her hands brush up the arms of her alphas, touch teasing and soft like silk.
“Hello, cuties.”
Kazuha watches in a trance as Minjeong kisses Jimin, devours that mouth like she owns it. It’s super attractive, and the thought makes Kazuha whimper, her cock twitching against Jimin’s. And then those dark eyes turn to her as Minjeong pulls away, Jimin gasping for air behind her. Desire shoots through Kazuha as Minjeong sinks a hand into her hair and drags her in for a kiss, hot and heady, only turning filthy when the omega slips her wicked tongue inside.
Their lips part with a wet pop and Kazuha can only watch in a daze as Minjeong ducks down and sticks her tongue out. It’s a sinful sight to witness, the way Minjeong laps at the alphas’ skin to clean up every last drop of cum, and then the smooth glide of her lips over both of their hard cocks.
“So hard,” Minjeong moans, all breathy as she giggles. Her hand holds both of their cocks together just so her tongue can slide over and around and between their cockheads. “And so slick. What a tasty treat I’ve come home to.”
A guttural moan leaves Kazuha’s lips as she watches, too turned on by the view and the feeling of Minjeong’s mouth. She lays her hands out flat, groaning under her breath at the way Minjeong’s tongue sweeps over her palms and fingers, cleaning up the mix of her alphas’ cum.
Dark, playful eyes wink up at Kazuha as Minjeong sucks on her fingers, tongue swirling around a thumb as Jimin dips behind, kissing down Minjeong’s back until she reaches the omega’s ass. Kazuha gulps as Minjeong maintains eye contact, mouth growing dry as a hand wraps around her cock and strokes quickly.
“Still hard, baby? I can fix that.” Minjeong kisses her pelvis, hot lips brushing the base of her cock. Kazuha whimpers, her hips jerking at the ticklish sensation. “Want unnie‘s mouth on your big, hard cock?”
“Y-Yes! Need you—need your mouth so bad, unnie!”
Next thing she knows, Kazuha’s cock is stuffing Minjeong’s mouth full as Jimin slowly stretches out her pussy. It’s so good because every time Jimin pushes inside, it has Minjeong moaning around Kazuha’s cock. Vibrations travel up her shaft, and the pleasure it invokes is mind-blowing. Soft moans and shaky breaths drip from Kazuha’s lips as she rolls her hips, thoroughly fucking her cock into her omega’s mouth. She makes sure the tip prods at the back of Minjeong’s throat, just the way she likes it, groaning at the tight pressure beginning to squeeze around her cock.
“You’re so tight, unnie. Mhm, feels good when you squeeze around my cock like that.” Soft pants leave Kazuha’s lips, along with a stream of filth as she runs her mouth. Mischief and lust gleams in her eyes, pupils blown by the molten desire that surges within her core. Her hips pump in deep, pace kept nice and slow as she fucks Minjeong’s face. Drool pools on her shaft and the sight of it is obscene.
Dark eyes flick upward, and Kazuha’s pulse jumps in her throat when she locks eyes with Jimin. It spurs her on, arousal simmering until it feels like it’s going to overflow. Kazuha gathers Minjeong’s hair into a makeshift ponytail, gripping it tight as she pumps her hips a little faster, a little harsher.
“Do you like that, unnie? Am I doing good?” Kazuha’s voice drops a little lower, all breathy and husky. She knows Minjeong adores her voice and the dirty talk coming out of her, if the harsh suckling on her cockhead is any indication, but Kazuha wants to know if it affects Jimin as well.
Sloppy and filthy wet sounds surround them, amplified by Minjeong’s writhing body. The sounds of her holes getting filled and fucked has all three of them deeply embroiled in a state of debauchery. Kazuha makes sure to maintain eye contact with Jimin, purring and smirking as she keeps on fucking Minjeong’s throat. Tension crackles between them like bolts of lightning, and Kazuha feels pleasure rushing through her veins as they keep staring at each other.
“Tell me I’m doing good, unnie. Am I?” There is something so satisfying about playing it up. Another moan on her cock makes Kazuha hiss, the vibrations on her sensitive skin make her squirm, pleasure jolting her like a live wire.
Emotion swims in Jimin’s dark eyes, but Kazuha can’t figure out what they mean. They are vibrant and guarded, a complex puzzle that frustrates the young alpha. She wishes Jimin would just open up to her. Just let her in.
But she doesn’t. So they have to settle for this weird homoerotic stare down while they fuck their mutually shared omega instead. What a wild situationship.
“I love how your throat feels, unnie… so fucking tight and wet on my cock.” Kazuha purrs, putting on a little show as she pushes Minjeong’s head down, shuddering at the way the omega’s nose grazes her pelvis.
And Jimin seems to silently mirror her; snapping her hips harshly into Minjeong, pounding that soaking pussy and rocking their omega’s mouth onto Kazuha’s cock. It feels like a reverse of their last coupling, but more intense this time around. All the eye-fucking is getting to her. Licking her lips, Kazuha tenderly strokes a hand through Minjeong’s hair, eyes still locked with Jimin as they both fuck Minjeong into oblivion.
A hand pushes at her abs, and Kazuha takes that as a cue to pull back nice and slow. Strings of spit drip from Minjeong’s mouth as she speaks, all sultry and seductive and a little raspy from taking Kazuha’s cock down her throat, “Baby, get in here. Need you inside me too.”
The request has Kazuha growling, her desire rocketing to new heights. Her inner alpha is purring so hard that her chest is rumbling. She grabs a bottle of lube while Minjeong and Jimin scoot up the bed. Hands pull Minjeong up until she’s on her knees, still impaled on Jimin’s cock, and the sight of Minjeong’s cunt spread open like that has Kazuha salivating, her cock twitching and bobbing between her legs.
“You’re so pretty, unnie.” Kazuha breaths out, her tone all soft and reverent.
She kneels before Minjeong, kissing those wet lips as she spreads a dollop of lube on her hand. Extra lube never hurts when their omega is taking two big dicks at the same time. Kazuha slathers the lube on Minjeong’s cunt and Jimin’s dick, staring the alpha right in the eyes as she plays with Minjeong’s swollen clit and the base of Jimin’s cock. Sweet moans enter her ears and Kazuha smirks, savoring the sight of pleasure painted all over her unnies’ faces.
Leaning in, Kazuha kisses Minjeong’s cheek gently as she rubs her cockhead against Minjeong’s clit. The way her omega’s hips jolt at the sensation makes Kazuha smile. She must be so sensitive after all the stimulation given by her two alphas.
“Baby, you’re such a tease.” Minjeong whines as her hands claw down Kazuha’s back, leaving pink lines all over the smooth expanse of skin.
“Mhm, but you like it, unnie.”
She rubs against the sensitive bundle of nerves a few more times before pressing against Minjeong’s opening and Jimin’s shaft. It’s so obscene how her cock just slips right in, settling next to Jimin’s cock deep inside of Minjeong’s cunt like it’s so natural. Slick silky depths welcome her home and Kazuha moans at the tight heat enveloping her. The way Minjeong’s walls and Jimin’s cock rub and slide and squeeze against her has Kazuha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head, wet gasps leaking from her mouth to join the chorus of moans spilling out of all of them.
“F-Fuck… that’s so good.” Kazuha whimpers.
“So big… s-so deep!” A cry of pleasure escapes Minjeong as she sobs and moans at the stretch in her pussy, at the mind blowing sensation of having her alphas fill her up entirely. She feels so full, so complete as her lovers take thorough care of her.
It’s a blur of hips pumping and bodies touching, hands and arms moving and touching every inch of sweaty skin within reach. Kazuha’s heart is pounding in her chest, arousal coiling tight in her gut, and she thinks this might be as close to heaven as she can get.
Dark eyes lock with her once more, and Kazuha can’t remember who makes the first move but then there’s hands tugging at her hair and soft lips on hers. Tongue and teeth make their mark as Jimin devours her mouth, suckling on her tongue and nibbling on her bottom lip. A guttural moan slips out, Kazuha trembling with pleasure untold, simply drowning in Minjeong’s and Jimin’s embrace.
“That’s so hot.” Minjeong rasps out as she watches her alphas kiss. The urge to join washes over her a moment later; her mouth latches onto Kazuha’s neck, sinking her teeth into soft skin, painting a fresh coat of marks onto her mating bite. Kazuha’s knees buckle at the pain and pleasure, her brain buzzing at the claim. She moans and whimpers into Jimin’s mouth, missing the way the older alpha’s pupils dilate even further, breath hitching in reaction.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Oh, f-fuck!”
“Hah, unnie… I’m gonna—“
Her orgasm ripples through her like thunder, intense and electrifying and rendering her in a state of euphoria. Stars burst behind her eyes as her spine trembles, melting at how good everything feels. A flood of cum shoots out of her cock, and she moans when she feels Jimin coming as well, drenching them in slippery wetness.
It’s so hot, hotter when Minjeong shrieks and claws at their bodies as she gushes liquid heat, squirting all over their cocks as her orgasm slams into her. Slick paints their thighs, and Kazuha is breathless at the feeling of their cum mixing and trickling down their drenched skin. All their scents are intertwining, and Kazuha can’t get enough of it—it smells like coming home to a platter of fresh fruit next to a home cooked meal, earthy undertones coating the walls of their house, her heart fluttering as her own scent of cascades over them.
They’re all tangled together, arms and legs and hearts tangled up in soft sheets. Kazuha can’t figure where she begins and Minjeong appears and Jimin ends.
And maybe that’s okay. At least they’re all together.
(Almost.
Not quite.
Not fully.)
She dreams of this, yearns for this every time her eyelids flutter shut. And it aches because Kazuha will know that it will never come to fruition. She doesn’t think about it too often, the dread of graduation approaching, because it makes her heart feel like it’s shattering into a million pieces. Doesn’t like to think that her time with her unnies is limited. They’ll go on without her once their studies are done, leaving her by herself.
Before her thoughts can spiral, before they can sense the sudden change in her scent, Kazuha wills herself to stop. Her mind empties as she tucks her head under Minjeong’s chin, eyes lingering on the bite marks there.
Will they still be there in a few years time?
Kazuha slips into sleep, soft and warm and loved, alpha and omega scents curling over her like a blanket.
She doesn’t want to be alone.
When Kazuha stirs awake, it is still dark outside, the beginnings of dawn almost arriving to slip light over the horizon. Her internal body clock rouses her from sleep, and Kazuha remembers that she is in Minjeong’s dorm, nestled into her omega’s side, Jimin’s alpha scent curling over the two of them, holding them through the night. She stays still for a moment, just watching her unnies peacefully asleep while holding each other.
A soft sigh drips from her lips as she carefully slides out of bed. Kazuha changes clothes, a spare set kept in Minjeong’s closet in times like these. With the amount of time they all spend at Minjeong’s, it’s natural to see some of each other’s belongings scattered through the dorm.
One last look at her unnies is taken—they look so good together, perfectly made for each other, no space left between them (no space left for her) —and Kazuha smiles warmly despite the dull ache that sinks into her chest. She closes the door behind her silently before she makes her way downstairs and out the lobby. It’s Rose unnie manning the reception desk as today’s RA, and she gives a yawn and a sleepy wave to Kazuha in greeting.
It’s cold outside, and Kazuha will blame her solemn demeanor on the crisp morning weather. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, strawberries and oranges curling deep in her lungs, and sets off for her morning run.
Her long legs carry her through the campus, longer strides pumping until her lungs are constricting with exertion, icy breaths steaming out of her mouth like the morning fog that Kazuha sprints through. She doesn’t know what she’s running from, only knows that she needs to feel the wind through her hair and the rush of heat through her leg muscles.
When her body protests her harsh treatment upon herself, Kazuha doubles over in the middle of the campus park. Black inky hair sways in the breeze as she braces her hands on her knees, spitting on the grass as the taste of dry heave lingers in the back of her throat. Kazuha chokes on her tongue, a prickling sensation at the back of her eyes, and she tortures herself as the image of Minjeong and Jimin together flicker through her mind. Safe and tucked into each other’s embrace. Safe. In each other’s embrace. Tucked into each other. Safe. Each other. Only in each other’s arms, only—she throws up but nothing comes out. Merely empty retching that reflects her insides.
A whiff of blueberries tickles Kazuha’s nose before calming jasmine pulls her out of her spiraling emotions. Cloud of omega warmth nurtures her, pulling her back from the edge of a broken heart. A hand rests on her back, stroking up and down gently. She can tell that it belongs to Chaewon. It’s not uncommon to cross paths with her friend during this time, especially when they are both on the track and field team with similar workout habits.
“Breathe, Zuha. Come on, listen to my voice. In and out, in and out.” Chaewon’s voice sounds far away, like an echo underwater. But it is constant, and Kazuha swims towards it like a lighthouse pulling her out of the dark waters.
Kazuha’s ragged breaths follow the instruction, and slowly, she feels the intense emotions start to withdraw, pulsing in the pit of her belly before fading entirely. Her head clears with every deep breath, until Kazuha can see without tears blurring her vision.
She surfaces.
“Thanks, unnie.” Her voice is small, soft, fragile like the breeze that grazes her cheeks. A cold water bottle is pressed into her hand, and Kazuha manages a weak grimace before taking a sip.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Kazuha shakes her head, unable to pry open her chest to let loose the thick yearning that will not vacate her heart no matter how hard she tries. She pushes at it, coaxes it gently, shoving, yelling, whispering, screaming—but it doesn’t budge. Forever remaining like a weight on her chest.
“Alright. Let’s keep running then.”
Chaewon pats her shoulder, and Kazuha nods quietly, thankful for her friend’s consideration. She squeezes her eyes shut, feels the breeze brush along the curve of her ear… and then she sets off, long legs carrying her away again.
//
Kazuha is strolling through a lecture building, having just gotten out of her class for the day, when the faint scent of oranges and sandalwood stops her in her tracks. It’s ridiculous how she just freezes, lovesick over an alpha like this. Today, it smells like freshly squeezed oranges, refreshing to her nose.
Oh, right, Jimin has a class in this building too. Perfect—Minjeong had texted her to meet up for lunch. She can pick up Jimin and they’ll be on their way.
Leisure strides take Kazuha further down the hall, and around the corner is where she finds Jimin with a few friends of hers. All upperclassmen to Kazuha. But she only has eyes for the alpha, which is probably why Kazuha is able to walk up to her without a care in the world.
“Unnie!” Soft and sweet is her smile when Jimin’s head snaps her way, dark eyes landing on her with recognition. Kazuha keeps smiling as she comes to a stop next to Jimin. Her hands twitch at her side, the urge to reach out and touch Jimin’s arm or hip is strong, but they’re not there yet —will they ever be?— so Kazuha stamps down on the needy ache that claws at her belly.
“Kazuha? What’s up?”
“Minjeong unnie asked to meet up for lunch. Thought I’d come get you since my class was nearby.” She tilts her head, eyes glimmering with happiness just from being in the presence of her crush. Her girlfriend’s girlfriend. The alpha that won’t stop plaguing her daydreams.
“Ah, okay—“
“Jimin! Is this a friend of yours? She’s cute.” Kazuha’s attention shifts to Jimin’s friend, Yizhuo, if she remembers correctly. She’s an upperclassman, dainty yet cunty at the same time. Kazuha’s seen her in the arts building, serving in trendy fashion designs that look so expensive and gorgeous.
“Oh, your dongsaeng? You’re right, she is cute. And handsome too. Just my type.” The smooth voice belongs to Ryujin, another upperclassman and a close friend of Jimin’s. A soft blush begins to pinken Kazuha’s cheeks. She’s always been shy around new people, especially if they’re her unnies’ friends.
Hands reach out to pinch Kazuha’s cheek and ruffle her hair, and Kazuha is bewildered but not turned off by the slew of attention thrown her way. Pretty unnies giving her attention? Oh, yeah, it’s the best.
Kazuha preens under the head pats and the hand stroking her cheek, eyes slipping into crescents with how hard she’s smiling and purring. And then they stop just as the scent of oranges and sandalwood grows stronger, thick as a scarf wrapped around Kazuha’s nose. The purr that was building in the back of her throat only continues, her inner alpha content with Jimin’s familiar scent.
“Oh, we made her mad!”
“Don’t tell me you have a claim on this one too, Jimin?”
It all goes over Kazuha’s head, she’s too engrossed in the pheromones pumping out of Jimin, too happy and enjoying it to recognize what her unnie’s friends mean with their words and their amused laughter and the knowing smiles they exchange with each other. She glances at Jimin as her eyes shimmer under the light, oblivious to the way Jimin pauses, utterly transfixed by the serene expression on the young alpha’s face.
“We gotta go. I’ll see you two later.”
A hand curls over her wrist, and Kazuha blinks out of the momentary haze she had slipped into. A glance down shows Jimin’s hand in hers, tugging her away as Jimin says goodbye. She waves at the unnies too, only looking at Jimin when she picks up a faint growl rumbling from the older alpha. Kazuha stares at the back of Jimin’s head, wondering what’s got the alpha so riled up.
They’re out of the lecture building now, bright sunlight warm on her skin as she follows Jimin, long legs keeping up with the older alpha. The cafe that Minjeong is waiting for them at isn’t too far from them, just a stroll across the campus. This feels nice, and Kazuha encapsulates this moment into her memory; holding hands with Jimin—who knows when this will happen again? Her hand is small compared to Kazuha’s, but it fits perfectly against her palm. She wants to lace their fingers together but that might be too intimate.
When they reach the cafe, Jimin slows to a stop by the front. Kazuha speaks up from her side, towering over the older alpha by a few centimeters. “Unnie, you smell really nice.”
Dark eyes meet hers and Kazuha bites back a soft sigh, the corner of her lips curling into a smile instead. There’s a bit of pink dusting Jimin’s cheeks, glowing into a red hue after she registers Kazuha’s words. She wants to kiss her, just like that. Jimin’s hand retreats and Kazuha feels a pang of disappointment when the warmth slips out of her hand as well.
Ah, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe then Jimin would have held her hand a little longer.
Her pout doesn’t get to fully form because Minjeong chooses to appear then. Her savior. Thank god, because her heart was starting to wobble at the silent rejection.
“Kazuha! How’s my baby?” Minjeong’s hand is warm around her nape as she tugs her down for a sweet kiss. Kazuha tilts her head and leans into the touch, feels her heart healing from the affection. She watches with heart eyes as Minjeong does the same to Jimin, but this time she looks away, smiling at nothing in particular as she lets her heartbeat calm down.
“Shall we?” Minjeong takes her hand, Jimin already holding onto the other, and tugs Kazuha towards the cafe.
Lunch awaits. Kazuha focuses on her growling stomach instead of her heart, deciding to deal with her complicated situation later.
When they’re settled at a table, digging into a large bowl of fried rice and dumplings and sweet and sour pork, Minjeong speaks up.
“There’s a party tonight at the sororities. Chaewon extended the invite. We should go! It’s been a while since all three of us are off.”
Minjeong is usually the talkative one between the three of them, which Kazuha is entirely thankful for. Sometimes she’s more of a listener, preferring to hear what her unnies have to say. She can’t say anything about Jimin; the alpha is usually reserved around her for reasons unknown.
“I’ll have to meet you both there and we can go back home together.” Jimin says.
Kazuha hums her acknowledgement of the party, more focused on shoveling delicious fried pork goodness into her mouth. She tunes out the conversation, only half paying attention to her unnies. Minjeong’s hand strokes her knee, a comforting touch. She must have picked up on the pout Kazuha could feel turning her lips when they stood outside the cafe.
Lunch is a bit of a blur; Kazuha loses the fight against the food coma, her ass beaten into a state of deep eep. Kazuha’s head rests on Minjeong’s shoulder, eyes nearing drooping with sleep.
“You have to go?”
When Minjeong speaks up, Kazuha’s eyes flutter open to look at the scene. Jimin has to go again, her group project is taking up a bunch of her time. She kisses Minjeong goodbye and Kazuha easily clocks the way Jimin hesitates when she turns in her direction. There are emotions swirling in Jimin’s eyes, and all of them are unreadable to Kazuha. Unlike Minjeong who is able to take one look and have it presented to her like an open book.
She tries not to let the bitterness seep into chest. There’s no expectation, Kazuha doesn’t have any with the alpha’s stoic behavior. They are friends. Not girlfriends.
So it’s a pleasant surprise when Jimin reaches out and runs her hand through Kazuha’s hair. She freezes, stock still as fingers thread through her black tresses. Her eyes travel up, wide-eyed at the soft smile on Jimin’s face.
“See you at the party.”
She can only nod, eyes fluttering shut when those fingers slide through her hair again. The touch is warm, delightful shivers rolling down her back as her heart hammers in her chest. Does Jimin know how cruel she is? It feels like a touch of mercy before the older alpha goes back to ignoring her.
It’s not fair, Kazuha thinks as she watches Jimin leave. It’s not fair how Jimin has such a strong hold on her heart yet she does nothing about it.
And isn’t that the worst?
Kazuha averts her eyes, and Jimin slips away.
“Progress?” Minjeong kisses her cheek, nudging her to stand so that they can get back to her dorm. Kazuha follows along like a puppy, still dazed from the interaction.
“I dunno… feels like a step back and then one step forward. I’m still standing in the same place.” Kazuha is pouting now, truly as they get back to Minjeong’s dorm. She flops onto the bed, immediately burying her nose into the pillows and sighs at the scent of her girlfriend. Strawberries and vanilla will always be her home. And then the waft of oranges and sandalwood creeps in. And that feels like home too. She lets it encircle her, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of drowsiness washes over her.
“Poor puppy.” Minjeong coos as she gets into bed too, the mattress dipping under her weight. She drapes herself over Kazuha’s back, hands sweeping black hair away so that her lips can reach Kazuha’s nape. Kisses are planted there and the alpha purrs, sinking further into the sheets as Minjeong takes her time just kissing her.
“Unnie!”
A whine spills out, all breathy and soft when teeth scrape over the mark on Kazuha’s neck. She cranes her neck, giving the omega more access. A sigh of content is exhaled when she feels teeth sinking into her skin, renewing the mating mark. The soft nibbles down her neck feels pleasant and domestic, and Kazuha giggles when Minjeong clings to her back tightly, pumping out pheromones like a claim.
“Are you prepping me for the party, unnie? I like it when you get like this.” A giggle bubbles out of Kazuha. It’s so cute when Minjeong gets possessive. Tiny unnie looking like an angry Maltese. Kazuha adores it and lets her unnie mark her up as she pleases. The sorority party must have invited a lot of people. No way Minjeong would be doing this otherwise.
“Mhm, I’m glad you like it. Roll over, baby.”
Without even thinking, Kazuha obeys. She’s on her back, breathing quickening as Minjeong straddles her hips. Slender fingers make quick work of her pants, popping open the button before a hand wraps around her cock, fishing her girth out of her boxers. Minjeong bunches up her shirt, raking blunt nails down her abs and it makes Kazuha’s hips jerk.
A heavenly grip holds her cock, and Kazuha moans softly at the quick strokes Minjeong gives her, jerking her off until she’s hard and throbbing in her girlfriend’s palm.
“Gotta make sure you and everybody else remembers who you belong to.” The words are pressed against her lips, and Kazuha moans at the possessiveness. It’s so hot coming from Minjeong, from her omega. A jolt of arousal shoots down to her cock, twitching in Minjeong’s hand. Glazed eyes stare up at Minjeong’s smirking face, shuddering at the pleasure that rocks her body.
Hands settle on Minjeong’s hips, holding her tight as Kazuha pumps her hips up, fucking her cock into Minjeong’s hand. It’s so hot, precum leaking at the tip, dribbling down her shaft and making a mess out of her girlfriend’s hand. Slick noises begin to appear, and Kazuha feels her desire spiking from the filthy sound.
“Good girl. You’re so hard for me, baby.” Minjeong kisses her deep and slow, tongue licking into her mouth and drinking up all those pretty moans. Her hand curls around the sensitive head, squeezing at the ridge of her cockhead, knowing that it makes Kazuha dizzy in the best way possible. “Love how you get so sensitive with our scents.” And Minjeong lets her scent coil around Kazuha, thick and dense, like a sweet cloud of strawberries.
Kazuha inhales deeply like it’s a potent drug, moaning at the feeling of Minjeong’s lips brushing against her mating mark before biting down hard, renewing the mark and the bond between them. She’s coming now, moaning loudly as thick ropes of hot cum land on her abs, painting white streaks on her heated skin.
Ragged breaths leave Kazuha’s mouth, only interrupted by a guttural moan when Minjeong shimmies down and puts her hot mouth on Kazuha’s cock, lapping up her cum before licking at the wetness on her abs. She sinks her hands into Minjeong’s hair, gripping gently as aftershocks roll through her, making her feel boneless with pleasure.
Blurry is her vision as she blinks up at Minjeong, whining as a palm brushes against her lips. She laps at Minjeong’s hand, soft kitten licks until it’s all clean. With a groan, Kazuha throws her head back on a pillow, sighing when she feels Minjeong tuck her dick back into her pants, patting it over her jeans gently.
“Ready to party?”
“Mhm.” Kazuha grunts, still catching her breath. She hears a giggle from Minjeong before feeling soft lips pepper themselves all over her face. A purr rumbles in her chest and she smiles at the ticklish sensation. “Okay, okay, I’m up!”
A shriek of laughter spills into the room as Kazuha surges up, scooping Minjeong into her arms as she does so. They’re out the door, making a ruckus as they run down the hall.
The party is in full swing by the time Kazuha and Minjeong make it to the circle of sorority houses. There’s people everywhere, a mish-mash of scents that has Kazuha’s nose scrunching up. Alcohol and weed and questionable smoke and too many perfumes. Minjeong tugs on her hand, rubbing her thumb on her knuckles in an attempt to comfort her.
“Wow… feels like the whole campus is here.”
Kazuha nods when she sees the party extending to a few more houses. She follows after Minjeong, stepping into the sorority that Chaewon belongs to, and is met with music playing loudly, the bass echoing with a vibration that Kazuha can feel all the way down to her bones. Familiar faces shout out her name, and Kazuha cheers and gives out hugs and high fives freely, missing the amused smile on Minjeong’s face. There’s a never ending line of people saying hi to Kazuha as she and Minjeong shuffle towards the kitchen.
A red solo cup is thrust into her hand, reeking strongly of alcohol. Kazuha succumbs to peer pressure, chugging it along with Minjeong, and laughing when she slams the empty cup on the kitchen table. The roar of the crowd is exhilarating, especially when they’re all familiar friends in her classes.
“I see my friends.” Minjeong says into her ear after tugging her down, “I’m gonna go say hi!”
“Okay, unnie! I’ll be here!” Kazuha shouts back. Man, the music sure is loud. She watches her girlfriend leave, grinning when a hand pulls on her shoulder, and laughing joyfully when it’s Eunchae and Yunjin throwing their arms around her shoulders. “Guys! You’re here!”
“And you are too! It’s about time you showed up to a party!”
“Sorry, sorry—I got swamped with assignments.”
“Oh, yeah! Yunjin told me about your lit class and that fuck ass report.” Eunchae laughs loudly when the pair simultaneously groan at the memory of that horrible assignment. Hours were lost in the library researching this absurd topic that their professor assigned to them. Kazuha steals a shot of tequila just to wipe the memory.
“Hey, let me introduce you to some girls! They’re in our class too!” Eunchae yells excitedly, yanking on Kazuha’s arm as she tries to down another shot. Make that a double.
She’s dragged off before she can say anything else, Yunjin’s hand curling around her hip in an iron grip.
“Do you know them?” Kazuha takes another cup, contents unknown but smelling like vodka and sprite.
“Nah, not really. I just know that they’re cute.”
“You know I’m not interested, right?”
“I know. Just entertain Eunchae, will you? Puppy just wants to socialize.”
At the mention of their youngest friend, Kazuha relents. She sighs and downs the red cup in her hand as Yunjin drags her into the crowd.
Even though she’s not interested in other girls, Kazuha just puts on a smile, not wanting to burst her friends’ bubble. But let’s be real, Minjeong and Jimin are the only girls she has eyes for, despite only one of them actually reciprocating her feelings. There’s no harm in socializing, right? Kazuha can have new friends.
And that’s how she finds herself in a small circle of boys and girls, Yunjin beside her and another random pretty girl on her other side. Said pretty girl has her hand on her bicep, and Kazuha has a polite smile on her face despite wanting to rip this girl’s hand off her body. She leans into Yunjin, silently asking for help, but it’s useless. Yunjin is far too smashed and distracted to get her away.
“So do you, like, work out?”
Kazuha cringes at the obvious pick up line, and prays for an end to it.
“Yeah, I do.” She’s being too nice, isn’t she? Her reply just enables the girl, who is now scooting closer. Uncomfortable is an understatement. Kazuha feels the alcohol in her system turning to dread, an ugly swoop in her gut as this girl keeps coming onto her. Her pheromones must smell sour by now because Yunjin abruptly turns towards her with wide eyes. Thank fuck. Kazuha sees her friend open her mouth, a hand reaching out to grab her shoulder.
“Heyyy. Isn’t that Sakura unnie over there? Let’s go say hi, Kazuha! Like right now.”
“Hey, wait a sec—“
“Excuse me.”
Kazuha freezes, spine going ramrod straight as a firm hand curls around her bare hip, fingers slipping under her shirt to grip her skin. Oranges and sandalwood coils around her, and relief shakes the walls of her heart. Jimin’s body heat presses into Kazuha’s skin, and it feels too good, so fucking good for her drunk mind to reel in her usual restraints. Kazuha leans into Jimin, a hand fumbling drunkenly to rest on Jimin’s hand.
“Who are—“
“Girl, don’t even go there.” Yunjin makes wide eyes at the girl, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
“She’s with me.” Is all Jimin says in that husky alpha voice, her pheromones curling around Kazuha like a serpent, tighter and tighter, a publicly visible claim on the alpha.
Everybody in the small circle freezes at the sharp scent spiking before it retreats.
The words sound like a dream to Kazuha. She gulps quietly, feeling mixed emotions about what is happening at the moment. On one hand, she’s over the moon, preening at Jimin’s possessive claim; on the other hand, Kazuha feels a bit sick, nauseous over the fact that Jimin won’t return her feelings but apparently has no qualms over claiming her.
Who does she think she is? Leading Kazuha on and on and on… she sucks her bottom lip in and worries her teeth over it.
Jimin leads her away, a hand holding her hip as they move through the house. Now Jimin chooses to be all concerned and caring? She’s too drunk for this. Ugh. Kazuha stumbles into a wall, half-heartedly pulling away from Jimin just so she can grasp some stability.
“Kazuha! Are you okay?” Jimin’s hand is on her back, sweeping up and down in a comforting gesture.
For the first time, it doesn’t give her comfort.
Kazuha doesn’t want it. She doesn’t want it like this. Doesn’t want the attention or the affection born from a fit of jealousy. Her stomach churns, and she wonders if it’s the alcohol or her wretched consciousness that is throwing her heart into turmoil.
Sourness tinges her nose.
Is it coming from her?
Her forehead rests against the wall, the cool relief to her heated skin has Kazuha groaning under her breath. The scent of oranges gets smothered by strawberries and it feels like Kazuha can finally breathe again. She leans towards the source, hiccuping as she puts her weight onto Minjeong.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Minjeong croons into her ear, and Kazuha can still feel Jimin’s hand on the small of her back. She doesn’t know what to feel right now.
A whimper, “I’m tired, unnie… please.” Tired of what? Tired of these feelings, perhaps. Tired of being led by a lease and having her collar yanked around, hypothetically speaking, of course. They haven’t broached the topic of bondage yet.
She blinks slowly, blurry vision distorting Minjeong’s pretty face and the frown on her lips. Oh, no… did she do that? Kazuha whines into Minjeong’s hair, nuzzling gently. She didn’t want to make her girlfriend worry.
“Alright, time to go home. Come on, babe.”
“Is she going to be alright?”
And Kazuha mentally checks out there, burying her nose into her girlfriend’s crown. She vaguely registers being walked outside, the fresh air a reprieve for her pounding head. Warm hands linger on her body, and that’s the only thing Kazuha remembers before her eyes slip shut, vision fading into darkness.
When Kazuha comes to, she’s tucked in Minjeong’s bed, an arm thrown around her waist. Her eyes flicker, darting from side to side, registering this as a safe space before the air in her lungs gets exhaled. She sinks into Minjeong’s embrace, quiet as her mind works quickly to catch up on last night’s events.
Oh no… what the fuck. Why did Jimin have to see her all sloshed? Drunk Kazuha gets way too into her feelings. She traces last night’s memory and winces at the way she was hurting from Jimin’s act.
“Go, we will talk later.”
Kazuha freezes, her heart in her throat from the venom in Minjeong’s voice. She cowers, burying her nose deeper into the crook of Minjeong’s neck and shoulder.
It’s not directed at her.
It’s directed at Jimin.
And Kazuha doesn’t know whether to feel relief or guilt. She doesn’t want to split them up. Doesn’t want to cause a rift between the two.
“Minjeong.“
“Don’t. She’s hurt, and she needs time after the shit you pulled at the party.” The ferocity in Minjeong’s voice makes Kazuha tremble, and then a hand sweeps up her nape, fingers curling in a protective grip. She shudders, and picks up on the way the conversation halts when the movement is noticed.
“The shit I pulled?“ There is confusion in Jimin’s tone, a current of frustration lying beneath.
“Jimin. Enough. I will call you later. Go.”
A click of teeth as Jimin stops midway. Kazuha can’t bear to turn around and look but she tries to imagine what Jimin looks like right now. Guilty? Remorseful? Does she even care about Kazuha or is it just about apologizing to Minjeong? She doesn’t know anymore.
She doesn’t care anymore.
(It’s a lie. She cares too much.)
“Fine.”
Footsteps stomp away, interrupted by soft clinking noises in the kitchen before they continue until the door clicks shut. Minjeong kisses her forehead, hands running through her hair and stroking down her back in waves of comfort. Kazuha sighs and nuzzles closer, blinking away the tears that have gathered in her eyes.
“Unnie…”
“Shhh. You don’t have to say anything, baby. Jiminie didn’t have the right to do that—she didn't ask for your permission before scenting you in public. You didn’t consent to this push and pull, right? So it’s not your fault, baby.”
Kazuha nods, eyes slipping shut under Minjeong’s attention. She’s right. It didn’t feel good being led on, and it didn’t feel good being claimed so possessively just because Jimin didn’t want to see her with someone else. Even if Kazuha had no interest in the omega at the party.
Maybe some space would be good. She needs to clear her head.
“I’ll probably… spend some time at my own dorm for a bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, unnie. She’s your girlfriend too. I’m not going to take you away from her.”
“Okay. Just know that you’re always welcome here, baby.”
A sigh leaves Kazuha’s lips as she wraps her arms around Minjeong, curling her own scent around the scent that is comforting hers. Minjeong is always there for her and she adores the omega. She slots their mouths together, taking her sweet time kissing and kissing and kissing. Wondering when the next time she can have this if she’s going to be avoiding Jimin for a while.
But then Minjeong sinks a hand into her hair and kisses her harder, free hand slipping down to between her legs, and Kazuha is lost in Minjeong Minjeong Minjeong.
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A yawn slips out of Kazuha as she leans back into her seat at the lecture hall. This morning's class is so boring, the professor is still droning on a tangent and it’s bringing tears to Kazuha’s eyes. Good thing she’s already caught up on this week’s reading. She doesn’t have to pay attention to today’s lecture.
Instead, her gaze is out the window, daydreaming about nothing in particular. Until the thought of Jimin pops up, making Kazuha sigh at her current predicament. It's been awkward between them ever since the party. And Kazuha has been doing a damn good job at avoiding the older alpha. Skipping her usual lunch spots and taking alternate routes to her classes are new additions to her usual routine.
There’s a reason why Kazuha is one of the track and field team’s aces. She’s putting her long legs and agility to use a lot lately. Any time Jimin’s scent is within a mile radius of Kazuha, she books it—sprinting away from the source of her messy love life like it’s going to bite her in the ass.
But she misses her unnies. Even if Jimin said nothing about her romantic advances, at least she was there. And Minjeong makes Kazuha’s heart ache, longing for her omega’s warm embrace and that saccharine smile.
Her dorm room is cold and empty and smells like sterile cleaning products. Void of warmth and the usual scents of her unnies. Kazuha doesn’t sleep well now, tossing and turning in search of her usual cuddle buddies. Her only relief is a shirt she stole from Minjeong’s dorm, a shirt that smells like strawberries and oranges. It's a temporary salve for her wounded heart, and Kazuha’s been burying her nose in it every night, basking in her unnies’ lingering scent just to be able to sleep. It’s pathetically sad, and a dry bark of laughter slips out of Kazuha’s mouth at the thought.
She rubs her eye gently, frowning at the faint addition of bags under her eyes. A glance to the professor has Kazuha sighing quietly. He’s still lecturing.
Kazuha doesn’t really know what to do now. She’s aware of her feelings, having accepted them when she realized that she might like Jimin more than a normal amount. It was a late night last semester and Kazuha was cramming in the library, looking frazzled and feeling weary as the hours ticked by. Jimin found her and dragged her back to the dorm, making sure she was hydrated and fed before she ventured back to the library for round two. It was that night that Kazuha started seeing the older alpha differently, a softer and caring side that made her heart swoon and flutter.
A quiet scoff leaves Kazuha. She’s angry, a flash of red hot fury, but then it deflates as quickly as it roared to life, leaving her feeling empty and lonely.
Minjeong said that Jimin was more reserved, a little more sensitive to her alpha status than Kazuha was. Perhaps that was why she always dodged Kazuha’s advances, played the ignorant card when Kazuha was all flirty with her. But that doesn’t excuse her act of leading Kazuha on only to claim her in front of everyone. Does Jimin even like her? Want her? Or is she just a good fuck for their omega?
Kazuha rubs her eyes again, feeling a bit frustrated as all her thoughts revolve around Jimin. She tries to drop the subject, especially when she can feel herself about to tip into a negative spiral. Her inner alpha whines, and Kazuha frowns, not liking this feeling that lingers like a wound in her heart.
The clatter of books and laptops being put away brings Kazuha out of her thoughts, the sight of students getting up out of their seats has her moving too. It’s a slow crawl out the lecture hall, and Kazuha blends in with the crowd, body going on autopilot as she daydreams. She doesn’t have any more classes today. She should probably go to the gym. But slipping into her bed and binge watching anime sounds better. Oh, she should eat too. Maybe pick up some takeout—
A hand grabs her wrist, and the sudden wave of oranges and sandalwood assaulting her nose makes Kazuha flinch. She glances to the hand clutching her wrist, heart dropping to her stomach when she meets Jimin’s eyes.
Aw, fuck.
Was Jimin suppressing her scent while waiting for her class to finish?
Kazuha doesn’t know what to feel right now. Should she be flattered by Jimin’s effort to find her? Or should she be worried about what the alpha has to say. All she knows is that trepidation is a bitch lancing through her gut right now. She’s not ready to talk. She doesn’t even know if she wants to talk.
But her inner alpha is preening, rolling over and purring at the comforting scent from Jimin. God, her body is a traitor.
“Unnie, let me go.” She tries her best to keep her tone deadpan, tries not to let the tremble in her voice be heard.
“Kazuha, wait. I just want to talk.” The plea that sits in Jimin’s eyes makes Kazuha gulp, makes her heart wobble in its steadfast endeavor to ignore the alpha. How the fuck is she going to ignore Jimin when she’s right there, looking all apologetic and sad… like a kicked puppy. Well, now they both look like kicked puppies.
A deep breath is taken before Kazuha steels her nerves. She doesn’t know how much more of a brave front she can put on.
“Unnie…,” Kazuha pauses at the hope shining in Jimin’s eyes when she addresses her, and hates herself for the shutdown she’s about to deliver. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t right now.”
Kazuha wretches her hand out of Jimin’s grasp as politely as she can before she turns away, darting through the crowd like her ass is on fire. Long strides take her further and further away, and Kazuha bites down hard on her bottom lip when she hears Jimin call her name. The wind is a blur in her ears when she bursts through the door of the lecture building, blood roaring in her eardrums as she sprints through the lawn to the campus, quick strides putting her far, far away from the older alpha.
Tear drops fall from the corners of her eyes, but Kazuha keeps on running, not looking back even once.
If she did, she knows her broken heart would be on the floor, scattered at the feet of Yu Jimin.
“Yah, you look like shit.” Yunjin throws an arm around Kazuha’s shoulder, tugging her close in a side hug as they walk through campus.
“Unnie! Not helpful right now!” Eunchae exclaims, one hand shooting out to slap Yunjin’s stomach. The alpha merely grins, laughing at the weak slap.
“I’ll be fine.” Kazuha nods and tugs her varsity jacket tighter around herself. Nakamura is lettered on the back, as well as her number for the Track and Field club. It’s thick and warm, perfect for the windy weather right now.
Her nose is red, partially from the cold and partially from her crying earlier when she ran away from Jimin. The memory makes Kazuha’s lips curve into a pout, and her friends seem to pick up on the change in her mood because they are launching into an animated conversation in hopes of distracting Kazuha. It’s sweet, she thinks, and tries to smile. She’s thankful for their consideration, their boundless kindness while she’s going through this hard time with her heart.
She had ran until her legs ached, running and running until she found herself at Eunchae’s dorm. Yunjin was hanging out here too since they shared the same class. And when they saw the tear tracks on Kazuha’s face, the two immediately pulled Kazuha in between them.
Yunjin and Eunchae’s scents collide as they try to comfort Kazuha, and she enjoys the smell of Yunjin’s coffee and mint, and Eunchae’s baby powder and lavender—but then Kazuha gags when their scents become too overpowering.
“T-Too strong!” As her face scrunches up, nosing stinging sharply, Kazuha squeaks.
Yunjin laughs right in her ear while Eunchae frets, panicking and yelling out a jumble of words. Their scents pull back until Kazuha can smell without her nose feeling like it was getting stuffed with two different air fresheners.
“Have any classes left?” Yunjin asks once the chaos calms down.
“No, just a sports club meeting. The university is doing club check-ins for upcoming competitions.” Kazuha says as they change course for the sports complex that is situated next to the campus gym.
“We can hang out with you. Me and Eunchae finished our English Lit class at the same time as your uh… earlier class.” Yunjin coughs, trying to skim over Kazuha’s problem as quickly as she can.
“C’mon, let’s go! Do you think there will be cute girls at the sports complex?” There’s an extra bounce to Eunchae’s steps, excitement palpable in her voice when she mentions cute girls.
“Easy, puppy.” Kazuha says at the same time Yunjin goes, “Yeah! Let’s go see.”
A laugh spills out of Kazuha as she slaps Yunjin on the back. “You’re a bad influence on our baby! Chaewon unnie and Sakura unnie are gonna kill you.”
“Hah! I’d like to see them try.” There is a smirk on Yunjin’s face, cocky faux arrogance that makes the three of them giggle like schoolgirls. They all know that Chaewon’s anger is a menace to deal with, and that Sakura is their only saving grace from the raging omega.
As soon as the three enter the sports complex, Kazuha finds herself alone. Eunchae immediately beelined towards some of her friends she recognized, and Yunjin followed to look after their youngest. Kazuha waved them off, not minding one bit. She needs to meet up with Chaewon and get information about their next track meet.
Her nose wrinkles at the mix of scents inside the sports complex, a dozen of a dozen scents spread out through the large room. Kazuha’s brow furrows as she focuses on blueberries and jasmine, her footsteps slowly wading through the crowd as she follows the familiar scent.
She is half paying attention to where she is walking, so it’s no surprise that Kazuha accidentally bumps into someone. An alpha scent pokes at her shoulder, somewhat familiar as cedar and wine extends a friendly greeting.
Kazuha glances up and her gaze locks with cat-like eyes, making her freeze in place. “Yeji unnie?”
Yeji is seen often together in senior Film classes with Jimin, from what Kazuha remembers. The older alpha is wearing a jacket with the university’s volleyball team embroidered on the front. Two omegas are by her side; Ryujin, who is wearing a similar volleyball jacket; and Lia, who is dressed in an eye-catching outfit that consists of a black polo and a white skirt, tennis racket bag hanging off her shoulder. The three are all upperclassmen who Kazuha recognizes as friends of Jimin.
Ryujin gives her a nod while Lia gives Kazuha a curious look, the only one who hasn’t seen Kazuha before. The younger alpha bows her head in a respectful greeting.
“Oh, hey. You’re Jimin’s, right?” Yeji’s eyes curl into crescents as she smiles.
The casual mention of the older alpha has Kazuha’s back going ramrod straight, like a bolt of lightning just struck her out of nowhere. Her mouth drops open, completely at a loss at Yeji’s insinuation.
“I… I’m—“ I’m Jimin’s???
Her tongue feels heavy, her heart even heavier. How does she respond to something like that? Her scent must have turned sour because a look of concern crosses over their faces.
“Kazuha! There you are!” Chaewon’s booming voice cuts through the din of the crowd as she bursts forth, making her way through until she’s by Kazuha’s side. Chaewon’s gaze scans the group, and there is a smile on her face as she greets them.
Relief blooms, and Kazuha’s scent shifts from sour to comfort once Chaewon is near. Kazuha watches with her head tilted to one side; oh, so Chaewon is friends with them too.
Chaewon turns back to Kazuha. “Yunjin said you were looking for me?”
“Oh, yeah, unnie. Did they say anything about the next track meet?”
“It’s next month. We’ll have time to prepare. I’m working on our club schedule now, pup.” Chaewon is all business and straight to the point, which Kazuha appreciates a lot. Club schedules can be crazy, but with Chaewon’s help, it’ll be a lot easier to integrate into her classes.
“Pup? I thought you were Jimin’s?” Yeji brings up the subject again and it has Kazuha shying away, shoulders hunching in on themselves as an awkward beat of silence lingers between the group.
“Sorry, it’s just… your scents are very in tune with each other. Yet you still have Jimin’s scent on you, Kazuha.” Yeji’s eyes flicker between Kazuha and Chaewon, a swirl of defensiveness in her gaze, and the younger alpha feels like they’ve all arrived at a misunderstanding.
“Oh! No, no, uh… Chaewon unnie is a close friend. She’s also my running partner for the Track Club.” Kazuha scratches her nape, an awkward smile on her lips. It’s a common misconception, especially seeing that she and Chaewon have a bit of history together; that’s why their scents seem very comfortably intertwined to strangers.
Kazuha presses her fingertips against the mark Minjeong made on the side of her neck, and sighs under her breath at the physical reassurance. She’s still Minjeong’s, and by extension… still somewhat with Jimin.
“Oh, so you are Jimin’s?” Yeji blinks innocently, not realizing the effect of her question on the younger alpha.
And the mention of Jimin once again has Kazuha sulking, her scent of fresh dew growing stale. There’s an ache in her chest and she feels the back of her eyes prickle with a wave of fresh tears. She doesn’t answer. Because she’s not sure where she stands in Jimin’s life.
Ryujin shoves an elbow into Yeji’s side as Lia and Chaewon take a step closer to Kazuha.
“Ow—what?!”
“Good job, loser. Look at what you did to Jimin’s girl.”
“Aw, Zuha, don’t be sad. It’s okay.”
“Oh, you poor sweet puppy. Come here.”
All at once, the three omegas start coddling Kazuha, wrapping their scents around the younger alpha in an effort to comfort. Kazuha wants to laugh at Yeji’s bewildered expression, but then a wave of Chaewon’s calming jasmine washes over her, a lungful of Ryujin’s warm earthy patchouli is inhaled, and a hug of sweet maple and berries from Lia, soft as a cloud and as firm as the trunk of a maple tree, wraps her up intimately—and Kazuha feels like a child again, a small pup smothered in doting affection. It’s been so long, and while Minjeong’s love is enough for her heart, Jimin’s hot and cold behavior makes her weak and weary, makes her feel undeserving.
Kazuha breaks down silently, tears gathering in her eyes before spilling. Her shoulders shake as she ducks her head into Chaewon’s shoulder.
Chaewon tells her not to blame herself, whispers in her ear gently as Ryujin wraps an arm around her waist and guides Kazuha out of the building, the rest of their group tailing behind.
Her nose is a bit red from crying, but it’s okay because every time Kazuha sniffles, her unnies’ omega scents bundle her up nice and warm. It’s like the ultimate comfort. Yunjin and Eunchae are here too, all of them squished together at a table at the campus canteen and yapping like they’ve known each other for years. It’s nice. And it’s a tight fit with the seven of them; that’s why Yeji’s thigh is wedged next to Kazuha’s. But she doesn’t mind the proximity, not with how warm and friendly the older alpha is.
A bowl of ice cream is on the table, and Kazuha devours it in tiny bites with a tiny spoon. It’s fun and yummy, and Yeji’s hand patting her head makes her feel good. Better than she felt earlier.
“Sorry, Zuha. Didn’t mean to set you off like that.” Yeji’s dulcet voice is smooth and cool, comforting as it swirls in Kazuha’s ears.
“Mhm, it’s okay, unnie.” Another bite of ice cream muffles her words. Kazuha’s eyes remain on the sweet treat, a bit too shy to look up and meet Yeji’s warm gaze.
“No, it’s not.” Kazuha stills at the steel in Yeji’s tone, sweet wine turning sharp and acidic for a moment before Ryujin throws her scent in between them—“Yeji-yah, loosen up.”—warm earthy tones bringing them back to calm.
“Sorry, pup. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Yeji flashes her a friendly smile, and Kazuha relaxes into the palm stroking her crown. It’s warm and tender, a platonic affection that Kazuha soaks up easily. “Jimin can be… she can be a real piece of poop with her emotions sometimes. But let me tell you—she talks about you all the time.”
The words have Kazuha’s alpha perking up, ice cream melting on her tongue as she freezes and looks at Yeji incredulously. “W-What?”
“Oh, yeah! It’s Zuha this, Puppy that, all the time with Jimin. If it weren’t for the sappiness oozing out of Jimin’s voice, I would have spiked a volleyball at her face already.” Ryujin pipes up, rolling her eyes at the memory of Jimin acting like a lovesick fool without realizing. There is exasperation in her voice, but fondness held for her friend as well.
“There, there, dear. Not everyone can easily figure out their wants and needs with two other people and communicate it perfectly.” With a knowing smirk, Lia pats Ryujin’s hip and Kazuha tilts her head curiously at the way the omega flushes from the words and from the touch. She takes a glance at Yeji, and only sees mirth and adoration swimming in the alpha’s eyes as Yeji stares at them with a cheesy grin.
Are they…? Oh, these three are—good for them!
Kazuha takes another scoop of ice cream into her mouth, leaning into Yeji’s head pats. She hadn’t known of another throuple other than her and her unnies.
A soft clearing of her throat before Yeji speaks, “Don’t mind those two. What I’m trying to say is—hang in there, Zuha. Jimin is stubborn and hesitant when it comes to her heart, but she also loves with all of her heart. And trust me when I say you’re definitely in there with Minjeong.”
Hope burns in her heart as Kazuha nibbles on her spoon, blossoming like flowers thawing as the warmth of spring pulls away the sheets of ice and dread. Her chest lightens and as do her shoulders.
“In fact, every since a certain party, Jiminie’s been in a miserable mood.” Yeji’s eyes twinkle with mirth, the corner of her lips curling into a smile. “She’s been holing herself up in the library. Probably throwing herself into assignments as a distraction.”
That makes Kazuha frown, her brows knitting themselves into a bunch as she grows concerned. Jimin is a bit of an academic workaholic; she wouldn’t be surprised if the older alpha simply lost track of time and fell asleep in the middle of studying. When was the last time she ate? Showered? Took a walk?
Kazuha nibbles on her ice cream as thoughts of the older alpha fill up her head.
“You might be able to catch her today. She’s still there last time I texted her.” Yeji suggests.
“Mhm.” Kazuha isn’t sure what to do.
It’s a lie to herself, Kazuha knows because her feet are already carrying herself towards the library after bidding goodbye to all her unnies and baby Eunchae.
Her gait slows once she reaches the doors of the library, and with a deep breath, Kazuha steps inside. It’s like she enters a bubble of silence, peace enveloping her as the atmosphere of the library remains ever constant; quiet and studious, a haven for stressed out scholars.
For the first time in days, Kazuha follows the scent of Jimin instead of avoiding it. She gravitates toward it naturally, and the fact makes Kazuha sigh wistfully. Her fingers twitch, flexing as she shoves the nerves in her belly down. She walks through rows of tables and bows at senior graduate students who look like they’re going through it.
Until Kazuha stops before the source of all her woes and hopes and tears and dreams.
Jimin looks peaceful in her sleep, beautiful even with her cheek pressed against a thick tome of a textbook. There are papers and pens and other material scattered around the table, framing the older alpha in a haphazard academic light. With a soft sigh, Kazuha organizes everything as best she can. Then she takes off her varsity jacket and drapes it delicately over Jimin’s shoulders, pumping a cloud of fresh dew around the older alpha as well. It should be thick enough to keep the chill of the library’s air conditioner away.
Kazuha buys a few snacks from the in-house cafe and places them on Jimin’s table. A hand hesitates before it reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind Jimin’s ear, and Kazuha flushes pink when she feels the older alpha’s scent subconsciously reach out to her in response. Her hand lingers for a moment, relishing in the intimacy of the act before she takes a step back.
A message to Minjeong is sent, telling her that Jimin is asleep at the library again. With one more glance at the older alpha, Kazuha exits the library, this time with light steps and a lighter heart.
//
Classes have gotten so boring. Kazuha is far ahead of the course material thanks to some extra study sessions she did at the beginning of the semester. It’s okay because now she treats her classes like a break. It’s nice to just sit and unwind as her professors go through their lectures.
And most of the time, Kazuha has a nice time gap between her classes. Which means she spends her time at Minjeong’s dorm. The location is so convenient. She’s glad her unnie chose to live on campus instead of elsewhere.
“K-Kazuha… I’m close!” Minjeong gasps out loud as her thighs close around Kazuha’s head. A soft hum comes from the alpha, vibrating against the swollen clit that her lips are wrapped around. She smirks at the loud moan that Minjeong lets out, smug at the way her omega’s thighs are trembling. Kazuha pushes Minjeong’s thighs apart, pinning them to the bed as she glides her tongue through wet folds.
Minjeong tastes sweet, like strawberry syrup on freshly baked goods, so sweet and sugary and addicting. Kazuha laps at her pussy eagerly, not minding the juices that run down her chin or smear across her cheeks. She’s a messy eater, likes to indulge herself in the taste of her lover. Her tongue laps at Minjeong’s hole and swipes up, the tip of her tongue flicking at that clit with every upstroke only to repeat again and again. Minjeong trembles and cries every time she does it, and it fills Kazuha with a sense of satisfaction. Knowing that she is making her omega feel so good is a stroke to her ego.
“Cum on my tongue, unnie. Use my mouth.” Kazuha suckles on that bundle of nerves and moans as Minjeong’s hips start to roll. She enjoys it immensely—being used like this, the way Minjeong grinds against her face and chases after her pleasure freely. It’s so pretty, Kazuha is mesmerized by the way Minjeong’s face contorts with pleasure. The furrow where her brows meet, the scrunch of her nose, the way her teeth bite down and her lips part to let out beautiful moans. She watches Minjeong come just like that, all wrapped up in her scent of crisp morning rain as her body rocks with her orgasm.
Kazuha laps up the wetness that trickles out of Minjeong’s cunt, content with cleaning up the mess she made out of her lover. Minjeong quivers above her, hands sinking into Kazuha’s mane of black hair and caressing tenderly. She likes this part too, when Minjeong is all affectionate post-orgasm.
She kisses her way up the omega’s body. Soft lips brush against soft skin, and Kazuha is pulled into a passionate kiss before she can complete her trail. Minjeong kisses so deep, like she is consuming Kazuha’s love for her straight out of her mouth. It’s nice, being so wanted like this. They kiss for some time, just indulging in the touch and warmth of each other.
“Unnie,” Kazuha gasps for breath as Minjeong’s hands run down her clothed chest, warm palms dragging down the front of her abs over her shirt. Minjeong’s kisses are addicting, leaving her mind foggy with every second spent under her lover’s touch. “Unnie… I gotta go.”
Kazuha pulls away from Minjeong, breathless as her heartbeat races under the affectionate gaze of her omega. She smiles naturally, adoration tugging at the corner of her lips. It’s hard not to feel happy with Minjeong by her side. That’s why she came straight to the omega’s dorm right after her boring class.
“You don’t want me to return the favor?” The question is asked with another kiss to her lips. It’s a genuine question that makes Kazuha smile.
“No, it’s okay. I just missed you, unnie. Just wanted to do this for you.” Kazuha kisses Minjeong’s cheek, nuzzling against her omega’s temple. Sometimes she doesn’t need to come; sometimes she just wants to please her lover.
“You don’t want to stay for dinner? Jimin is picking up takeout.”
Kazuha stills, frozen for a moment. She rubs the back of her neck. Things are still awkward between them, and Kazuha hasn’t really given the older alpha the time to talk yet. She’s usually running away before Jimin can even get close to her. Having dinner with the three of them together again sounds nice, but Kazuha doesn’t know if she can deal with being in the alpha’s proximity without her emotions melting down.
The afternoon sun rests on Kazuha’s shoulders, its warmth reminding her to grab an early dinner before bed. She has a morning lab that she can’t miss tomorrow. She tells Minjeong exactly that.
Minjeong looks at her with love, nothing has changed and Kazuha adores her for that. “Okay. I understand. See you later, baby.”
With one last kiss, Kazuha starts towards the door, giggling at the pretty pout on Minjeong’s lips.
“Come back soon, you dummy.”
“I’ll try, unnie!”
There’s a bright smile on Kazuha’s face as she exits Minjeong’s dorm. It looks goofy on her, but she’s feeling great after spending some time with her lover.
All of a sudden, Kazuha freezes mid step in the middle of the hallway. Oranges and sandalwood drift from the elevator at the end of the hall, and Kazuha feels a swell of panic surging through her. Her head whips from side to side before she darts back to Minjeong’s dorm, her footsteps echoing loudly behind her.
She bursts into the dorm and startles Minjeong in the process.
“Wah!”
“Sorry, unnie! Emergency!”
“What? What happened?!”
Kazuha doesn’t say anything, her breaths quickening as she tries to find an exit. It’s a dead end here. Her heart is hammering in her chest. It’s too soon—she doesn’t, she can’t see Jimin right now.
Her mind is blanking.
Her gaze lands on the window and… desperate times call for desperate measures. Isn’t that the saying?
Ignoring Minjeong’s hard stare on her, Kazuha comes to a stop before the dorm window. She opens it and sticks her head out, taking a deep breath when she sees the ground below. It’s fine, Minjeong’s dorm is only on the second floor. She can make it. It’s just like a vaulting event. She can do it.
Kazuha swings a leg out the window and then—she’s yanked back inside harshly.
“Ow—fuck!”
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Minjeong’s hard glare makes Kazuha shudder, goosebumps breaking out across her skin from being on the receiving end of her omega’s ire.
“Jimin unnie is coming! I can’t do this right now, unnie!” Kazuha whines as she lands on a heap on the floor.
“Why can’t you two dumb alphas just talk to each other?! Is that not a thing? Do alphas just ignore each other??? What the hell?” Minjeong’s words stream out of her mouth as she tugs Kazuha up, a firm hand on the alpha.
“N-No! I don’t know what Jimin unnie’s deal is!” Another whine from Kazuha.
Jimin’s scent is getting stronger, sending Kazuha into a frenzy as she scrambles to her feet.
“Sorry, unnie!” Is all Kazuha says before she lifts Minjeong up and throws her onto the bed, dashing back out the dorm without a glance back.
“YA— AAHHH!” The way Minjeong is sprawled naked on the bed, breathless and razzled, would be funny if it weren’t for the panic rushing through Kazuha’s veins.
Kazuha dashes down the hall, her eyes focused on the elevator doors and praying, chanting under her breath for them not to open right at this moment. Her legs pump and pump and Kazuha bursts through the door of the stairwell. She flies down the flights of stairs, heart pounding in her chest as she hears the faint ding of the elevator opening on Minjeong’s dorm floor.
Relief floods her veins as Kazuha makes it to the lobby without encountering Jimin. She waves at the RA manning the desk—it’s Jisoo unnie tonight—and sprints out the building, yelling at the top of her lungs as she manages to evade another meeting. Kazuha runs all the way back to her own dorm, not caring that she might look like an idiot.
When Kazuha makes it back to her dorm, there is light under the door. She unlocks it and pops her head inside, smiling at the sight of Sakura sprawled on the living room couch, fingers flying across the controller in her hand. The fresh scent of cherry blossoms and rosewater welcomes the young alpha back, a calming scent that settles her racing heartbeat into a more peaceful pace.
“Unnie, I’m back.”
“Oh, Zuha-chan? Welcome back. How was class?” Sakura takes a glance at the alpha before her gaze returns to the flat screen. Some video game is playing, but Kazuha veers toward the open kitchen instead.
“It was okay. The usual. Did you cook, unnie?”
“Mhm, Chaewon made some instant ramen. We saved some for you.” Guns and explosions and pew pew sounds echo from the television. Sakura chats casually, her energy nonchalant as Kazuha scrambles for a bowl. “And by usual, did you mean you stopped by Minjeong’s dorm?”
“…yes.” Kazuha’s answer comes out between slurps of ramen.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Sakura asks, her brow furrowing as a boss enemy pops up on screen.
“No, not really.” Kazuha drains the ramen, disposing of the plastic container before she rounds the couch, falling into a heap beside her unnie. She leans into her unnie’s side, sighing at the way the older omega is so casual and easy going about everything. That’s why she loves Sakura unnie and is so grateful for the older girl’s presence in her life; she doesn’t bother making nice with her words, often going straight to the matter of the heart. There’s no bullshiting with her. If Kazuha says she doesn’t wanna talk, then they won’t talk about the issue. If Kazuha wants to chill and game instead, then that’s what they’ll do.
“Wanna play?” Sakura points at the second controller on the coffee table with her own.
“Yeah, but go easy on me, unnie. Not everyone is a tournament-winning prodigy like you are.”
Sakura snorts, beyond amused at the dig. “Pick a character already.”
Her hands swipe the controller as Sakura selects the co-op game mode. The game music turns dramatic as the visuals light up, engaging both players until they are engrossed in the boss fight, unaware of the time passing by quickly.
Spending time with Sakura is a reprieve, a little escape from the drama of her love life. Kazuha appreciates the moments, appreciates the silent care and attention that her roommate gives to her without her needing to ask. It might be in the older omega’s nature to take care of her, but Kazuha knows that Sakura’s care stems from them having known each other since Kazuha’s first year at university. She treasures her friendship with Sakura, even more through this tumultuous time with her omega and her almost alpha.
“Yah, go to sleep. You’re falling asleep on me.”
A nudge to Kazuha’s shoulder has her jolting awake. Oh, when did she fall asleep? A yawn escapes her as she stretches, long limbs pushing Sakura off the couch. A smack to her shoulder has Kazuha laughing.
“Okay, okay, I’m going! No need to get violent!”
With her laugh trailing behind her, Kazuha slips into her room. A quick good night is exchanged before her bedroom door is shut gently. Darkness covers her room, save for the corner where a small lamp illuminates a portion of her bed. Kazuha sighs quietly as she stripes herself free of her clothes. The coolness of the bed sheets envelop her naked body, bringing a slight relief to her heated skin.
A reminder of earlier has Kazuha’s body awakening with a jolt. Jimin’s scent lingers in her nose, powerful and enticing like orange rinds mixed in a cocktail, even though she never saw the older alpha earlier. Yet it manages to arouse the younger alpha regardless. Just the approaching presence of Jimin had Kazuha’s alpha responding in kind, like a bloodhound honing in on the fresh spill of blood. She’s so scent-sensitive, but Kazuha likes to think she’s just well-attuned to her unnies.
A shudder quietly zips through Kazuha’s body—buzzing from the back of her skull and trailing down the notches of her spine until it shoots straight to her crotch. Her cock thickens as thoughts of Jimin fill her mind, hardening and twitching as oranges and sandalwood cocoons her.
Darkness is the background, and the warmth of Jimin’s alpha embraces Kazuha alone. She sighs and lets her hands roam, cupping her chest gently as fingers brush back and forth over her stiffening nipples. A soft whimper leaves her mouth as arousal begins to build in her gut, swirling and swirling, becoming thicker with every passing thought of Jimin.
A pinch here, a roll of her nipple there, a gentle caress and Kazuha can feel her cock becoming rock hard. Her hand relinquishes her breast in favor of sliding down past her abs and the mouthwatering jut of her hip bones. Fingers wrap around the base of her cock, squeezing firmly once before she starts to stroke.
A ragged moan slips free as Kazuha smears her precum over her shaft in an effort to lube up her cock. It’s not enough so she spits into her palm before pumping her cock again. It’s slick enough now, and Kazuha grunts as sparks of pleasure begin to appear.
In her mind, she sees Jimin. She is beautiful, so pretty and handsome all at once, an attractive alpha that has Kazuha smitten. Not just for her looks but for her caring and kind personality that Kazuha got to know her for.
Her strokes are fast and lewd and hard, a punishing pace on her own cock. Kazuha’s hips fuck up into her own hand’s downward strokes, the motion obscene as she muffles her own cries of pleasure by trapping her bottom lip between her teeth.
She thinks of Jimin and her fit body on top of her, of Jimin and that delicious scent coiling around her, of Jimin and that hard cock all ready for her. Kazuha huffs and whines as her free hand scrambles on the bed, searching for something. Her fingers catch against fabric and she curls them into it, pulling a shirt over her nose. It’s a shirt she swiped from Minjeong’s dorm, and the scent of the older alpha still lingers there.
Kazuha moans, low and gruff, as her strokes turn faster. She inhales deep and loses herself to the intoxicating scent of oranges and sandalwood.
Here, in her fantasies, she wants Jimin.
And here, Jimin wants her back.
Isn’t it sad?
Pathetic.
Yet Kazuha can’t help but want and yearn for the older alpha so badly, even if it seems like her feelings are unrequited.
Slowly, Kazuha throws her head back onto her pillow and lets her eyes flutter shut, her hand and hips working themselves towards her pleasure. She surrenders to her fantasies, vulnerable and aching heart pounding against her chest all the while.
In her dreams, Jimin looks at her with love, blatant and unobscured. In her dreams, Jimin kisses her back, soft and slow or rough and full of passion. In her dreams, Jimin spreads her legs and presses the hot tip of her cock against Kazuha’s wet and prepped hole. In her dreams, Kazuha takes Jimin’s cock all the way in, gasping and moaning as that cock stretches her out and fills her up better than anything she’s ever experienced. In her dreams, they fuck for indulgence and make love for hours. In her dreams, Jimin bites her neck and leaves a mating mark right next to Minjeong’s.
Tears gather at the corner of her eyes, and Kazuha weeps as her orgasm slams into her, hard and fast and mercilessly. It’s quick and dirty, not as satisfying as the touch of another, but it’ll do for now. She makes a mess of her hand, sighing breathily at the streaks of white that cover the length of her abs, and shudders at the cruel fantasy that feels so out of reach. Aftershocks roll through Kazuha’s body, and the alpha sighs once more as she cleans up the remains of her cum.
After she is clean, Kazuha slips the shirt on. It clings to her shoulders, the hem falling perfectly above her hips. She is the taller one out of them all. Kazuha lays like a starfish on her bed, and falls asleep to a cloud of strawberries and oranges drifting around her.
It’s different.
It’s cold when she’s just by herself.
//
The science building is sterile and clean, a sanitized scent unlike Kazuha’s fresh and dewy, clean scent. Her nose wrinkles at the smell of artificial cleansing products, too sharp for her taste. Kazuha sighs as she finishes cleaning up a lab class, organizing papers and folders and moving shiny experimental equipment into their proper places until the lab looks neat and spartan once more. She doesn’t mind the task, finding peace in the moment of silence in the empty classroom. It’s just her and the professor packing up their course material. And when they both finish up, Kazuha bows to the professor.
She is busy picking up her stack of books when the professor exits first. Another tired sigh slips out of Kazuha as she slowly wades towards the door. What should she have for dinner? Hopefully, Sakura cooked something. Or maybe they can get takeout. Kazuha doesn’t really mind, her appetite is not picky as it begins to stir.
Kazuha opens the door with her arms, leaning the weight of several books into the door as it swings outward. With her arms full, she closes the door with her feet, taking a moment longer than she should have normally.
“Need some help?”
The familiar voice has Kazuha’s head snapping towards the source, her face paling when her eyes settle on Jimin’s face. Silence reigns as Kazuha gapes at the older alpha, tension rising between them as Kazuha’s heart jumpstarts and pounds against her ribcage. Her blood roars past her ears, scent turning sour, a sharp zing to her senses that reminds her of thunderstorming rain. She feels small and vulnerable under Jimin’s gaze.
Kazuha’s gaze flicks to her surroundings, darting around rapidly as she looks for a quick escape.
“Zuha… don’t do it.” Jimin’s tone is cautious and nearly pleading, treating the younger alpha like a cornered animal.
Kazuha meets her gaze—and then drops her books in the next second as she dashes away. A cacophony of clatter rings out behind her but she doesn’t dare look back.
“Fuck!” Jimin yells, another clattering sound resonates before the slap of shoes on the ground.
Kazuha sprints away, pumping her long legs as fast as she can. Stumbling footsteps follow her closely and Kazuha’s eyes widen in a panic. She keeps her pace up, thinks she’s starting to gain ground—before a weight forcibly collides into her back, dragging her to the ground with a loud thud.
Did she… did Jimin just tackle her?
In a state of shock, Kazuha struggles hastily, trying to wriggle out of Jimin’s grip so that she can get as far away from the older alpha as possible. Desperation is seen in both parties, vivid in their body language, but present for different reasons.
Somewhere amidst the struggle, Kazuha’s flailing elbow makes contact with Jimin’s nose, and the subtle crunching noise fills her being with a sense of horror. She hears the sharp whimper and smells the wave of pain-filled tears before she sees it. Jimin’s body goes limp, automatically curling into herself in a defensive reaction, and Kazuha surges with panic when the scent of iron flushes through her nose. It is bitter and sharp, pungent as it lingers strongly. Her hands curl around Jimin’s arms, gingerly pulling the older alpha up from the ground until they are both sitting on the floor.
“Holy fucking shit, unnie.” Kazuha gapes at Jimin, her jaw going slack and her eyes widening at the sight of crimson dripping from Jimin’s nose and sliding down the Cupid’s bow of her lips. Tears gather in Jimin’s eyes, and Kazuha can’t help but lean in closer, trying to inspect the damage she accidentally caused. “Shit.”
She doesn’t expect Jimin to close the distance between them and slot their lips together. It is chaste and swift, a brush of soft lips that are stained crimson, staining Kazuha’s mouth intimately with Jimin’s essence. Shock and surprise floods Kazuha’s system, freezing her in place as Jimin pulls back and looks at her with eyes full of stars and the ever infinite expanse of space. They draw Kazuha in, like she is a celestial body simply stuck in Jimin’s orbit, inevitably pulled in by the laws of gravity.
“I’m sorry.” Jimin’s tone is heavy with emotion, each word carefully pronounced like she is afraid it will break the fragile air between them. “I love you, and I’m stupid… please come back.”
“I don’t…” Kazuha gulps, the tight knot of emotion is lodged in her throat, struggling to push it back down. She feels the weight of Jimin’s plea, shivers under the hopeful shine in Jimin’s eyes. Kazuha lifts a hand to caress her fingers over Jimin’s mouth, feeling the blood that is slick and warm on her skin. “Jimin unnie, I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want to get hurt… this isn’t just about sex for me.”
Kazuha’s eyes are filled with tears as well—there, she’s put her heart out there. She is bearing all of herself right now, unveiling what she has kept deep in the cavity of her chest all this time. Her scent blooms like fresh dew, like drizzling rain falling onto warm concrete. It is warm, calm, soothing like the sunshine that peeks out after the rainfall.
“I do love you, Kazuha. This isn’t about sex.”
The words coming from Jimin makes Kazuha shudder out a shaky breath, her pupils shaking with disbelief. Is this a dream? Please don’t let it be a dream. It would be so, so cruel if it is.
Kazuha watches as Jimin raises a hand to touch her own neck, eyes rapt on the unmarked skin as Jimin says, “I want your mark here, want to take you to meet my sire, I want to mix my seed with yours and get Minjeong pregnant and love the kid when it comes out because it is ours.”
And all of it has Kazuha dizzy, her heart hammering against her sternum as she takes the words in and cradles it against her chest, burrowing them deep into her bones where it can pulse and breathe to life in every atom of her being. Marking Jimin? Meeting Jimin’s sire? Raising a family with both her omega and her alpha?
Her heart aches at the confession whilst her soul yearns loudly, selfishly, irrevocably despite her stunned silence. Thankfully her scent changes, coiling low around the two alphas like springtime flowers blooming in a warm breeze, fresh floral lingering gently. A chance for growth, a change for rebirth now that winter has retreated.
Jimin blinks away the tears and licks the blood away from her lips, only managing to smear the crimson until it is a fading mark on her skin. She continues even as Kazuha is silent. “We can take it slow, very slow, as slow as you want.” Sharp eyes clock the way Jimin’s breath is labored, her eyes glassy with emotion, the skin of her nose reddening as the seconds pass. “Just… give me a chance to prove to you that I’m into this as much as you are.”
“Zuha…,” Glassy eyes look at her, a shuddering breath that rattles the rib cage before Jimin continues, “I don’t think I can stand to be where you don’t see me. There is nothing without you with us, with me and Minjeong. I don’t even think I know what to do without you. Please, come back.”
And the walls around Kazuha’s heart wobble before they come crashing down, demolished by homemade dynamite. Jimin’s tone is as genuine as the glimmering shine in her eyes. Even through the pain of a broken nose, the older alpha holds onto Kazuha and speaks the truth that has been hidden away all this time. It’s the sincerity, the way Jimin is finally fighting for her the way she wants the older alpha to.
That’s all the convincing that Kazuha needs.
A pause, a moment’s breath—before Kazuha all but jumps into Jimin’s arms and kisses her with all the strength she can muster, a soft click of blood and teeth smacking together in her haste.
“Okay.” Kazuha whispers, a mix of tears and iron, as she opens her chest and lets Jimin stick her hand inside once more, fingers curling around her beating heart where only one other person is allowed to touch. Now it’s only Minjeong and Jimin. She thinks it will be alright this time, that it won’t hurt now that Jimin promises to take care of it properly. “Okay, unnie.”
The scent of fresh oranges wraps around her, sandalwood at her back like a warm embrace. Kazuha sees Jimin smile, bright and happily, before she winces and rasps out, “Fuck, I think you broke my nose.”
“What the fuck am I suppose to tell your mother?”
Minjeong’s distressed scent is palpable as she paces back and forth in the hospital room, overripe strawberries and vanilla that burns too strongly. It stings at Kazuha’s nose, making the omega’s ire known to the young alpha, and Kazuha twiddles her thumbs as her scent withdraws slowly, hunching in on herself as to not agitate her omega further.
Minjeong mimes picking up a phone, her tone sarcastic and jubilant at the same time, “Oh no, she’s fine! Yes, she got into a fight with my other mate but it’s okay now…”
A hand rakes through Minjeong’s hair as she interrupts herself. Kazuha bites her nails, her eyes flicking to the older alpha in her peripheral vision. Jimin’s eyes are narrowed and hooded, barely able to open them fully as she fights to suppress the smile that wants to unfurl across her face. Kazuha bites down on her fingers in order to stifle her laughter. It shouldn’t be funny but it is. She’s never seen Jimin so blatantly giddy. The painkillers must be the good stuff.
Somehow, the sight of Jimin stifling her smile while getting scolded by Minjeong puts Kazuha at ease.
“I told both of you to make up! Make up!” Minjeong’s scent grows stronger, spreading to them as if to slap them silly across the face. “And what do I get? Two alphas in a fist fight?!”
Kazuha recalls the scene and almost snorts, remembering at the last second that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to do that in front of their irate mate. “It wasn’t a fist fight, unnie…”
“You shut up!” Kazuha shuts her mouth quickly, a click of teeth while Jimin giggles. “And you! Stupid fucking alpha, tackling her into the ground? What were you thinking?”
Kazuha’s eyes are filled with mirth as she watches Jimin laugh freely, “You look hot.”
A snicker makes its way out of Kazuha’s mouth before she’s biting down on her own finger to hide her smile.
And then, with a breath of fresh vanilla around them, Minjeong smiles sheepishly and tries to hide her blush. Their omega pinches her nose and tries to fight the smile that threatens to overtake her face. “I am very mad.”
Jimin nods, face dopey and full of affection even in her loopy state. “Of course you are, honey. Now please come here? I need you.”
With a sigh, Minjeong tosses her purse somewhere on the sofa and climbs on the bed beside Jimin. Strawberries waft through the room, tickling her inner alpha until it is all soft and sweet inside of Kazuha. She watches Jimin turn soft and wonders if they are feeling the same towards Minjeong. Minjeong rests her head on top of Jimin’s chest, and when the older alpha turns her head towards Kazuha and pats her lap, it feels like time is slowing down.
“Puppy, c’mere.”
Those two words unlock something frozen and buried deep inside of Kazuha’s chest, dragging out a longing that she thought she had discarded long ago. Kazuha feels her eyes grow wet, shining with emotions that seem way too complex to voice out in simple words. She huffs as a purr rumbles in her chest. It feels good to be included, feels good to have her alpha initiate this time round.
It feels good to finally be together. All three of them.
Kazuha stands from her seat, the chair scraping against the floor in her hurried motion, and kneels on the floor just before her omega and her alpha. She’s tall enough that her torso can lean over the hospital bed without any issue. Jimin’s hand reaches out first, caressing Kazuha’s cheeks with a tenderness that she has only dreamed of being on the receiving end of. She doesn’t curb the impulse to nuzzle into Jimin’s hand, rubbing the arch of her cheek into a palm that feels so warm.
“I’m sorry.”
Kazuha glances up and barks out a laugh when Jimin tries to wink but can’t and ends up blinking with both of her eyes instead.
“We’re okay.”
And she lays her head on Jimin’s lap. Minjeong’s hand moves down, caressing Kazuha’s black hair with gentle strokes. Her eyes flutter shut, basking in the way their scents intermingle naturally, a blend of smells that remind her of home.
//
It’s two weeks and a homemade meal later when Minjeong suggests her two alphas go have some alone time. As much as she loves them, there is only so much tension and eye-fucking she can take before her omega grows annoyed with the sharp stench of their arousal stinking up her dorm. She shoos them out of her dorm with a long kiss to each, and tells them to come home safe when they are done.
Now here they are, staring at each other anxiously while seated on Jimin’s couch in the older alpha’s apartment. Silence surrounds them, broken only by Jimin’s statement, “This is awkward.”
A burst of laughter from Kazuha, and she giggles at the twitch at Jimin’s lips, clocks the way Jimin is staring at her intently. Jimin promised to go slow, but Kazuha doesn’t mind the way her alpha’s eyes reflect the same longing swimming in hers.
“You never went on dates, did you, unnie?”
A shy expression flickers across Jimin’s face. Her hands come up to hide her face, and oh, that’s just too cute.
“Is it that obvious?”
“What about Minjeong?”
There is a shake of a head before Jimin divulges the truth between them. “The first time we kissed, we went all the way to the mating marks.”
A surprised gasp leaves Kazuha’s lips. It’s a bit of a shocker to find out they were bonded so young.
“We were sixteen and completely in love with each other, our parents were friends… It felt right.” Jimin looks so soft and happy as she recalls the memory. They lock eyes and share a laugh, feeling the stress leave their shoulders as the atmosphere eases into familiar comfort.
“Yeah, I bet Minjeong had more fun with you.”
With an amused smile, Kazuha shakes her head. Her eyes avert themselves, glancing at the solo plant Jimin and Aeri have managed to keep alive in the whole apartment. It’s a cactus, a gift from Yizhuo. When she returns her gaze to Jimin, Kazuha can feel the tips of her ears burn red as she confesses, “I jizzed my pants when we first kissed.”
Jimin blinks several times before an incredulous “What?” comes out of her mouth.
And Kazuha can’t help but laugh at her comical reaction. “Came all over my boxers. And she hadn't even touched me yet.”
“I thought you had experience before?” Curiosity swirls in Jimin’s gaze, and Kazuha misses the way they begin to darken as she looks away to the cactus again.
“Yeah, but, c’mon, it's Minjeong.”
“Where were you?”
“On her couch.” Kazuha’s scent unfurls slowly, fresh dew lingering in her nose as she feels Jimin shift on the couch, probably getting comfier. “She was on my lap.”
Sudden movement catches Kazuha off guard. The older alpha moves with purpose, such power and poise in her motions that it renders Kazuha with awe, as well as the beginning sparks of desire and arousal. Jimin swings a leg over Kazuha’s until she can lower her weight into her lap.
“Like this?” Husky, smooth alpha voice enters her ears as a dark gaze peers down, and Kazuha welcomes it eagerly, wholeheartedly. She hums and leans forward to kiss Jimin’s jaw, heart soaring at the fact that she simply can now.
She can kiss Jimin now.
And Jimin will kiss her back.
She’s awake and they’re kissing and it’s no longer a dream.
“Her hands were in my hair. Just like that.” Jimin’s hands sink into her hair, tugging at soft locks and sighing deeply when Kazuha’s big hands rest on either side of Jimin’s waist, fingers splayed across the length of them. Jimin is so warm under her hands, and Kazuha wants to touch her alpha everywhere, wants to map out her body and discover what she likes and what she needs and what she wants without having to verbally ask Kazuha for it. She wants to catch up and integrate herself into the seamless connection that her girlfriends possess.
Kazuha watches the way Jimin wets her lips with a quick sweep of a pink tongue before she guides Kazuha’s lips to her throat. It’s soft under her mouth, and the simple contact is overwhelming compared to how long she’s been dreaming of this. She gives in to the temptation and begins to mark the skin of Jimin’s throat with lingering kisses and slow licks and nips that will stay long after they’re done.
“What else? What did she do to get you to come undone?”
A whimper slips out of Kazuha at the first roll of Jimin’s hips in her lap, and the boner that tents her pants is so hard. It’s all for Jimin, all for her unnie, all for her alpha. Kazuha makes the sentiment known with a whimper against Jimin’s collarbones, lets Jimin know with rolls of her hips against Jimin’s ass, gasping and mewling at the pleasure that begins to set into her senses as she thrusts up and practically dry humps her lover.
“S-She talked about you.”
A sharp breath is taken by Jimin like she is out of breath. Then she’s backing up in Kazuha’s lap, friction against her bulge gone. Kazuha glances up, confusion flashing in the cloud of lust that has fogged her eyes. A wrinkle of her nose gives away the scent of sex that begins to coil around them.
She doesn’t understand. “Unnie?”
Jimin’s gaze is elsewhere so Kazuha grips the older alpha’s hips, warmth bleeding through her palms as her thumbs stroke jutting hip bones reverently. She is silent as she gives Jimin the time to gather her bearings.
“Zuha…,” A shaky breath, “I don’t know if I can do this.”
She stares up at Jimin with adoration in her eyes, a shimmer of love and arousal and a bond that has been forged through trials enough for a lifetime. Jimin’s scent clings to her, so she knows it is more than a simple rejection. Kazuha is all soft and patient and understanding when she asks, “Why not, unnie?”
It’s adorable the way Jimin covers her face with her hands and whines, “What if I am bad?”
Embarrassed. Vulnerable. Kazuha feels her heart flutter, happy that Jimin trusts her enough to let her guard down and bare these raw emotions in front of her. It feels like they’ve come a long way from that very first night together, that first step in their journey where there was nothing but possessive growls and bruised egos and wary glances like Kazuha was going to swoop in and steal away her mate.
Oh, I could never, Kazuha thinks as she stares at Jimin, her gaze dripping with love and reverence and firm adoration.
A soft laugh bubbles out of Kazuha, kind in nature. She lifts her hands to grab Jimin’s wrists and pulls the older alpha towards her until she stumbles back into her lap, their chests flush together. Pressure is pushed against her bulge as the distance between them lessens to none, but she ignores it for a moment to nuzzle into Jimin’s neck. She feels her lover squirm above her, gasping and panting softly as Kazuha begins to scent her. Fresh dew seeps into the skin of Jimin’s neck, right against the hummingbird pulse that flutters against her lips. Kazuha kisses Jimin’s scent gland gently, like Jimin might break from her touch, but then she puts more effort into it, pressing firm kisses up Jimin’s throat where her adam’s apple bobs with every gasp and swallow.
“You will feel so good around my knot, unnie.” A whisper against the curve of Jimin’s ear, the burning touch of skin right on her lips. Kazuha grins at the way Jimin squirms from her words, an electric shudder zipping down the older alpha’s spine. “You’ll carry my mark around and let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”
She feels Jimin nodding before the alpha ducks her head and kisses Kazuha. Kisses firm and fervent, like she has been aching to do that for the whole night. Jimin kisses her like she wants to steal the air right out of her lungs, kisses her like she wants to wrap Kazuha’s scent around her nose and drown in an ocean of it.
And Kazuha obliges willingly, indulging in what her heart has been wanting so selfishly for so long. Kazuha kisses back like she wants to drown as well, wants to sink into the essence of Jimin, wants to taste her alpha on her tongue even when they are not kissing.
“Can I touch you, unnie?” Kazuha murmurs against wet lips, her tone tinged with arousal, dark and heavy and ready to sink into the plush bottom lip of the older alpha like her teeth do. She wants Jimin, she wants her alpha, she wants her unnie so much.
“Show me how you like it.” Kazuha speaks softly as she takes Jimin’s hand in hers before lowering them to Jimin’s crotch. A whimper of a moan leaves Jimin’s lips as she fishes her dick out of her boxers, her forehead drooping forward to rest on Kazuha’s shoulder, and then a ragged moan breaks free as their hands wrap around Jimin’s cock, stroking up and down leisurely.
Wetness smears all over their palms, coating Jimin’s hard shaft until it’s slippery and lewd with every pump of their intertwined hands. Kazuha watches the way Jimin pants softly, lips parted and eyes hooded as they jack her off. She licks her lips and squeezes the cockhead once, twice, before grasping Jimin’s cock firmly, allowing the older alpha to rock her hips, rolling in half circles as she fucks into their fists.
Jimin is a panting mess, and she looks like a wet dream with her face flushed pink, eyes dark as they stare at Kazuha, sheer want glimmering in those pitch black pupils. With a grin, Kazuha keeps on nuzzling into Jimin’s neck, kissing as she marks her scent like a possessive lover. Which she is, Kazuha won’t deny it; why wouldn’t she be when she’s been pining and yearning for her alpha for so long? “I think my mark will look perfect here. You’ll let me mark you, right unnie? When you are in rut, will you let me?”
“Yes.” A whimper erupts from Jimin as her hips pump faster, sloppily rutting into Kazuha’s fist, her grip so tight that the messy sound of it has both of them hot and bothered. “Yes. puppy, fuck… Whatever you want.”
Kazuha has no more words to say. Everything she’s ever wanted is right here in her lap. Jimin fucking into her fist, wet and sloppy and raw with pleasure and passion, panting harshly like she cannot breath without Kazuha’s scent smeared all over her scent gland. They lock eyes, magnetic and swirling with blatant affection, a far cry from their first meeting—and Kazuha wants to weep with joy. She settles for burrowing her face into Jimin’s neck and grazing her teeth over the pulse that jumps into her mouth, ready to be devoured.
She feels Jimin come just like that, unraveling with her teeth on the older alpha’s neck and her hand curled around her dick.
Watching Jimin come apart from her touch and her scent alone has Kazuha all riled up. Her cock is thick and heavy in her tight pants, throbbing with a need that cannot be satisfied by anyone other than her lover. When Jimin moves to get up, Kazuha lets out a noise between a growl and a whimper. The friction there has her lightheaded, dizzy with want, her tall frame trembling with a touch of desperation.
“Zuha?”
She blinks up at Jimin, eyes glossy and surprised at how hard she is, how close she is teetering right on the edge. Her orgasm lingers in space, hovering right out of her reach. How she got so worked up is amazing. Kazuha whines when her cock throbs, a swoop of desire in her gut that feels as heavy as rocks.
“Unnie… I am so close.” Kazuha’s hips buck, slowly rocking up into Jimin’s ass. The friction is delicious, and she feels a growl in the back of her throat as Kazuha chases after the pleasure beckoning her forth for more. Dark eyes stare down at her, and Kazuha nearly cries out from relief as Jimin begins to move her hips in tandem, matching the hurried motion.
Jimin leans into her front, and Kazuha purrs, rough and loud, as she pulls her lover even closer. There is no space between their chests, and Kazuha likes it like that.
“What… What do you need, puppy?” Jimin croons like a lover, like she wants to pour everything into Kazuha.
And Kazuha is greedy. She wants so much. She wants Jimin’s hands and her mouth and her cock, maybe even her ass so that the older alpha can swallow her dick, keep it nice and snug deep inside of her slick walls. She wants so much, so much that it is almost unbearable.
She rocks her hips, rutting her clothed cock against Jimin’s ass, establishing a rhythm that is hard and fast and almost overwhelming with stimulation. Kazuha’s hands scrabble for purchase, big strong hands gripping Jimin’s waist, thumbs brushing along the edge of her pants.
“Can we just stay like this?” Her voice comes out soft, vulnerable as she clings to Jimin, face buried in her lover’s neck as their bodies rock against each other. Her breaths are ragged, growing dismantled with every thrust and rock of their hips. “I am…,” A broken moan slips out of Kazuha, “I am s-so close, unnie…”
Their scents fill the apartment up, Kazuha’s fresh scent mingling with Jimin’s, forcing the two alphas in a cloud of spice—sweet and tangy and addicting to their senses. It smells like warmth and sex, feels like it too as it dances on their flushed skin. Jimin moves her hips with new found energy, making Kazuha choke on a filthy noise that leaves her lips. Tension crackles between them, and Kazuha is breathless at the way Jimin is staring down at her, dark eyes full of want, embers flashing like lightning bolts before they catch fire, smoldering at the younger alpha with desire so bright, it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her aching core.
“Puppy.” The firm steel in Jimin’s voice has Kazuha shuddering in delight, the pet name feels like a hand pouring molten lava into the dips and notches of her spine, sending pleasure spreading throughout her body. She is boneless and pliant, ready for Jimin to shape and mold her to her liking.
“Will you be a good girl for noona and let her scent you?”
Jimin’s question echoes in her ears, and she groans loudly at the possessiveness. Her heart is pounding, overjoyed at being so wanted by her lover. Her cock is straining against the fabric of her pants, so hard and surely making a mess with the precum Kazuha feels staining her boxers. She pants and moans and nods her head, whimpering into the warm skin of Jimin’s throat. She’s so close, she’s so close, she’s so—
“Because you are mine, right? My puppy.”
And Kazuha is so, so close. Her hips keep thrusting, fast and sloppy and frantic, practically rutting up into the firm plush of Jimin’s ass. Her eyes are blurry when Jimin pushes her head back, vision swimming as the older alpha looks down at her with eyes so dark, they look like black holes. A hand grips her jaw, fingers holding and squeezing her cheeks tight until the sting of pain registers in Kazuha’s lust-addled mind. With a whimper, Kazuha freezes, stops moving altogether, only her chest moving up and down as she breathes heavily.
She stares up at Jimin like a kicked puppy. Blown pupils shimmering wet and cheeks glowing pink.
“Don’t disobey. You will cum because I let you. You need to answer me when I ask you something.”
“Ye… Yes, noona.”
Steel dances on her skin, sharp and cool, and Kazuha nods eagerly—eager to please and obey, eager for a reward for her aching cock, eager to be good for her lover . The sentiment alone is powerful enough to have Kazuha reining in her desires and re-establish her control, despite how difficult it feels—like she is shaking as she climbs up the side of a cliff.
A pleased expression unfurls across Jimin’s face, and it sparks a sense of pride within Kazuha’s chest. Good obedience thrums like praise injected directly to her veins, and Kazuha hungers for it like a salivating dog. Jimin rewards her with chaste kisses, soft and plush against her mouth, and Kazuha hums into each one, lips chasing after Jimin’s.
“I should be glad to have such an obedient mate, don’t I?”
A guttural moan slips out of Kazuha when the term is brought up. Mate. Yes, they will be mates soon, and Kazuha is vibrating with so much want. She cannot wait until they bear each other’s mating marks.
“You deserve a reward.”
With awe and rapture, Kazuha is breathless as she feels Jimin lower her ass into the curve of Kazuha’s pelvis, snug and fitting perfectly before she rolls and angles her hips just right against her hard cock. It feels new, it feels different with Jimin.
“Unnie…” Kazuha croaks, breath hitching in her throat as she watches Jimin lose herself in the act, in touching and making Kazuha feel so good. That too is a new pleasure that Kazuha is experiencing.
“I’m close, so close…” The urge to be pressed flush against Jimin overtakes Kazuha, and she gives in to the need without hesitation. Her hands slip over the curve of Jimin’s ass before they squeeze and pull the older alpha closer, holding her steady. There is no more distance between their hearts. “Please… please, please, please, please.”
Her lover relents, and Kazuha moans into the kiss that Jimin plants on her mouth. With a tilt of their heads, the kiss grows hotter, deeper; unfiltered emotions turning their kiss into an act to feel and connect, nurturing the ties of love and affection that will soon bind them together as thirds. A string of saliva connects their kiss-swollen lips together when Jimin pulls back. Her breath hitches violently in her throat as Jimin lowers her head to the unmarked side of Kazuha’s neck. Tremors rock through Kazuha as Jimin’s tongue traces the stretch of skin there, lapping at beads of sweat and the strong smell of fresh dew where it is strongest near Kazuha’s scent gland. The faintest scrap of Jimin’s teeth over her scent gland is enough to push Kazuha to the edge, teetering there, hovering as she waits for Jimin.
Jimin is here, within her grasp, wanting and willing as she waits for her.
When Jimin’s teeth sink in, just enough to caress the skin, it is enough to tip Kazuha over the edge, tossing her headfirst into her long-awaited orgasm. Her body shakes and spasms as pleasure rips through her, violently dancing across her senses. A strangled cry of pleasure crawls out of her mouth as her hips buck uncontrollably, hard cock twitching as she spills and makes a mess of herself, all while still tucked in her pants. It is both embarrassing and hot. All she can smell is Jimin, all she can feel is Jimin—ripe oranges and a blanket of warmth settled on her shoulders, the touch of home caressing her cheeks.
And when she wraps her arms around Jimin, the older alpha returns her embrace, hugging tight like nothing can separate them.
//
A yacht.
Jimin’s family owns a yacht. How wealthy Jimin’s family is eludes Kazuha, but she knows that it’s enough for the older alpha to live comfortably and still have excess in her bank account. It’s wild, a concept that Kazuha can’t wrap her head around. She can’t picture Jimin as a rich, entitled chaebol; her unnie who falls asleep in the library, her unnie who spoons her on the couch during movie night, her unnie who blushes at the sight of her popping a boner after waking up from said movie night, her unnie who studies all these cool film techniques but can’t even throw a tissue into the wastebasket without looking pathetic—pfft, yeah right.
It’s not until they get to the harbor and Kazuha watches Jimin become an expert on the sea that she believes it. Watching the older alpha undock the yacht and helm the wheel like she’s been a seasoned sailor instead of a college film major all this time was impressive. Stupidly hot, might she add. Minjeong had to close Kazuha’s mouth for her, giggling profusely at the way the younger alpha had to adjust the bulge in her swim shorts a few times.
It’s those damn hands, Kazuha thinks as she grumbles to herself. Watching Jimin work all those sailing knots so easily… those flexing fingers and that strong forearm… yikes, she needs a cold shower now.
Kazuha settles for a dip in the ocean.
“Did she always look like that?”
Kazuha’s tone is reverent, blatant awe and wonder seeping into her question as her gaze is utterly captivated by Minjeong. Their omega is dressed in a pretty thong that goes way past her navel and hangs almost sinfully from her hips. And, of course, that’s not the most alarming thing about her outfit; Minjeong is bra-less. Perky chest naked and on full display, lovely pink nipples stiff and free as she lounges on the upper side of the deck.
And completely untouchable because Minjeong says she ‘needs her tan’ or whatever.
They are perched in the shade, lingering close to the kitchen just in case Minjeong needs something.
Jimin follows her gaze and nods with a hopeless sigh. The older alpha is hard in her swim shorts, cock tenting for at least two hours now. And Kazuha’s gaze strays to the bulge between Jimin’s legs every so often. She can only smile like a happy simp whenever the older alpha looks at her with a raised eyebrow and red-tipped ears.
Arousal coils in her gut, and she daydreams about slipping Jimin’s shorts off and kissing the head of her cock, wanting to feel it twitch against her pursed lips. She fantasizes about sucking her alpha off languidly, a slow and leisure blowjob that will go as slow as the sun crawls across the sky. She wants to feel Jimin’s cock filling up the entirety of her mouth, wants that hefty weight on the flat of her tongue. Or maybe Jimin will let her wrap her hand around her cock and stroke slowly while they kiss languidly, the taste of saltwater on Kazuha’s lips meeting the sweet softness of her lover’s. She wants to kiss the older alpha and linger close by, soft lips brushing together and breathing in the desire that shimmers between them like a heat wave.
It is all an indulgence that Kazuha wants. Perhaps later.
Kazuha bites down on her bottom lip, hands flexing as she tries to stabilize her breathing. She’s not doing much better than Jimin, her own cock hard and throbbing in her wet swim shorts. The dip in the ocean was refreshing, but unhelpful for her hard-on for their omega.
Minjeong is in pre-heat. And the effects on the soon-to-be-mated alphas is potent.
“Yeah…,” The boat is locked tight in the sea, and far enough from shore that they can fuck as loud as they want. Jimin explained that she always likes to spend her ruts like this, near the sea and only with her mates. “We should get her pregnant.”
A wistful sigh leaves Kazuha’s lips as she nods in agreement. Her body feels heated, hot to the touch as arousal simmers beneath her skin. It roils in her belly, throbbing at the base of her cock. It would be so easy to slide her hand into her swim shorts, knows that her girlfriends wouldn’t mind the show she could put on, but the thought of drawing Minjeong’s ire keeps her hand at bay.
Her scent turns needy, and she can feel Jimin’s eyes on her growing harder. And when Jimin lays a hand gently on her tan thigh, Kazuha jolts like she’s been touched by a live wire.
Teeth sink into the swell of her bottom lip as Kazuha watches Jimin’s hand snake into her wet bathing suit. She stifles a sigh, silently sucking in a breath as she feels Jimin touching her wet skin, fingers brushing against her hard shaft. The touch is like stark relief, and Kazuha ends up lying down, her back resting against the bench as she sinks into it and focuses on the weight of Jimin’s hand. She feels Jimin rest her face on her shoulder, and Kazuha leans into her alpha, body curling towards the weight and touch of cozy heat. Soft lips graze her neck, kissing near her scent gland, and the want and promise seated in Jimin’s eyes make her shiver.
It is a promise of what is to happen once Minjeong’s heat hits them fully later. They will be mates, marked and bound, and Kazuha can’t wait.
“Baby?” Minjeong’s sweet voice breaks their staring contest, and they jump apart just like they were caught doing something wrong. Kazuha clears her throat, only squeaking once when Jimin squeezes her cockhead as a tease before her hand retreats.
Kazuha shoots the older alpha a glare, cheeks heating up when Jimin only winks at her. She redirects her attention to Minjeong when the omega says, “I am thirsty.”
They both perk up at the statement. Kazuha exchanges a glance with Jimin, electricity crackling in their gazes as tension brews suddenly and thick. In a split second, they both lunge forward, stumbling and punching their way towards the pitcher sitting on the nearest table. They fight for the privilege, because whoever gets to pour Minjeong her drink, gets to come close to the addicting strawberry scent that pumps out of her like clockwork whenever she is in pre-heat.
It’s almost comical how they are reduced to the most basic animalistic state, all because of their hard cocks.
A choked whimper escapes Kazuha when Jimin throws a nasty punch to her side, but with a surprising show of strength, Kazuha leaps up from the floor after delivering a hard elbow to Jimin’s belly.
She picks up the pitcher filled with a pinkish cosmopolitan that Minjeong decided would be her choice of drink for the day, and ambles closer to top off the omega’s drink.
“Hi, Minjeong unnie.”
Minjeong lowers her sunglasses and smiles brightly when Kazuha approaches. “Hello, my sweet lover girl.”
The purr that comes from Minjeong makes Kazuha feel weak. Her omega’s attention makes her preen and puff up, a beaming smile returned enthusiastically. Kazuha kneels next to the lounge chair Minjeong is lying in, her eyes magnetized to her lover’s naked tits, and fills the martini glass up to the brim.
She longs to worship their omega, spoiling Minjeong physically and emotionally, but the time will come later when the three of them are tangled up in each other. Preferably out here on the plush circular bed on the top deck. Kazuha has been eyeing the soft mattress ever since she boarded Jimin’s lavish yacht. A fantasy of sun-soaked skin and fucking outside and a cloud of their intertwined scents lingers in the back of Kazuha’s mind. She’ll make it happen. All in due time.
“Are you happy, princess?” Kazuha speaks softly, her eyes slipping into shining crescents as she grins down at Minjeong. The scent of saccharine strawberry wraps around her face like a gentle caress, stroking along her scent gland until a delightful shudder runs down her spine. The claim of ownership of her heart and body is so blatant that it makes Kazuha melt, boneless as she leans towards the omega.
“How could I not be?” Minjeong smiles beautifully, a look of pure adoration slipping into her bright brown eyes. “Now that I have both of you.”
Both of them.
Minjeong and Jimin have her in every way.
Kazuha can’t help but agree.