❌THIS STORY IS NOT MINE JUST CONVERTED❌

This chapter is so cute 😞 (I wrote this before reading the second paragraph but point still stands!😃)

Also ngl half my time doing this chapter was going back up to look at this photo because WOAH Chaeyoung is too pretty 🧌.

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Mina has never been a fan of city driving, and that's putting it mildly. It's annoying in the extreme, full of enough awkward starts and stops to drive a sane person crazy. She's pretty sure there's a city-wide conspiracy to make her late most mornings, since the traffic lights she hits on her way to school are almost always red.

This time, she doesn't mind the red lights. In fact, she appreciates the hell out of them, because it means she can actually jack Chaeyoung's cock properly in precious thirty-second intervals instead of just lightly rubbing it with her palm. Chaeyoung shaft is currently sticking out of her unfastened slacks, standing proudly at attention beneath the steering wheel — and Chaeyoung is blushing, which turns Mina on even more.

"We, uhh... we should've taken the subway," Chaeyoung hisses through gritted teeth, lashes fluttering as she thrusts herself weakly into Mina's hand. The motions aren't weak for lack of passion, but because she's clinging to restraint, and not very well either. Mina can feel the force Chaeyoung is trying not to unleash, a quivering strength that threatens to snap with each stroke of her fist.

"Nuh-uh. This is better."

Mina licks her lips, staring hungrily at the head of Chaeyoung's cock. It's got a beautiful crimson flush, and the tip is slick and shiny, leaking enough precome to coat the tops of her fingers and lube up the motion of her hand. She wants it in her mouth. Wants it more than the first time she saw Chaeyoung's beautiful length poking through a padded glory hole in the wall, visibly pleading for her to tend to it.

It's heat brain, Mina thinks, but some part of her knows that isn't entirely true. She feels something for Chaeyoung beyond lust, something new and fragile, but also exciting in its power. Could this be the start of an actual relationship? She hopes so. She also hopes they'll get to her apartment soon, because when the light turns green again, Chaeyoung hits the accelerator, forcing Mina to stop pumping her cock and settle for light strokes instead.

That doesn't last long, though, because soon she's jerking Chaeyoung off through green lights as well, through slightly erratic stops and starts as the car weaves through traffic. Chaeyoung's basically a fountain, dripping absolutely everywhere, and once more, Mina's lips long to latch onto the leaking tip for a taste.

So she does.

She wiggles to loosen her seatbelt without unbuckling, ducking under the chest strap so she can lean sideways. She groans as she finally draws Chaeyoung into her mouth, wasting no time before swirling her tongue through the mess of precome waiting for her. Chaeyoung is hot and hard and, oh god, full , and Mina bobs greedily, taking as many inches as possible while her neck is craned in such an ungodly position.

"Uhhnnn!"

Chaeyoung flinches in surprise, and her hand flies down, fisting Mina's hair as if to pull her away. But Chaeyoung doesn't pull her away. Instead, she pushes down, and Mina takes a deep breath in through her nose seconds before the blunt head of Chaeyoung's cock probes the back of her throat, trying to bury itself there.

"Gonna — mmm... gonna pull over," Chaeyoung pants.

Mina whimpers in protest, sucking harder to let the alpha know that's a bad idea. She hasn't been paying that much attention to the drive, but they have to be close to her apartment by now. Close to a bed where Chaeyoung can throw her down and fuck her raw, just like in the breeding room back at the club. Her field of vision is limited with her face shoved in Chaeyoung's lap, but she sees Chaeyoung's hands flex on the steering wheel. Thinking about them on her and in her makes Mina's skin burn painfully hot.

She's heatsick, no question. Maybe they won't make it to the apartment after all.

"Oh, fuck it," Chaeyoung snarls, cutting the wheel and pulling into the nearest parking lot. It's between a gas station and a drug store, but if there are any other people or vehicles nearby, Mina doesn't notice. Chaeyoung chooses that moment to clutch the back of her head harder, and although the alpha doesn't push, the gesture is full of need.

It's a need that Mina yearns to satisfy with every fiber of her omega being. She gulps around Chaeyoung's cock, letting the tip sink all the way into her throat as she slides her lips determinedly toward the base. It's already swollen with the start of a knot, and Mina wraps both hands around it, kneading in the hopes of making Chaeyoung come. She doesn't care if this is fast and messy. Her heat will last several days, so there will be plenty of other opportunities to stretch things out.

Her efforts pay off less than a minute after the car comes to a stop. Chaeyoung's cries become breathier, needier, until at last she lifts off the seat, her face frozen in a look of utter bliss as she empties everything she has down Mina's throat. Mina swallows greedily, but Chaeyoung is coming so fast and hard that she can't drink it all down. Some inevitably leaks out from the seal of her lips, running down over her hands and Chaeyoung's knot, which is throbbing for want of an omega's warm walls.

Shit, I need her to fuck me.

For a split second, Mina is tempted to pull back, unbuckle her seatbelt, and mount Chaeyoung's cock. There is a screaming emptiness in her belly, a hollowness that yearns for an alpha's knot and seed, even though she's already had both of those things less than half an hour ago. In fact, Chaeyoung's come is still leaking out of her, staining her already soaked panties.

But Mina can't bear to tear her mouth away. Chaeyoung tastes too fucking good to give up. Her cock is pulsing too enticingly, and her grip is too firm, too desperate. She probably won't let Mina pull away for anything.

Mina does her best to empty Chaeyoung as quickly and efficiently as possible, not just because she craves it, but because the sooner Chaeyoung finishes, the sooner they can get back on the road. Her apartment has a bed and privacy, two things the parking lot can't provide. And yet, part of her wants to be seen. Normal Mina has boundaries, but Mina-in-heat has none. She wants the whole world to know that, for this heat at least, she's all Chaeyoung's. Other alphas might watch with jealousy, but they can't have her. She's already made her choice.

At last, Chaeyoung's release subsides. Her cock softens, although not completely, and she sags backwards in the driver's seat, groaning with relief. "We could've crashed," she mumbles, but Mina looks up in time to catch a dopey grin on her face that belies her chastising tone.

It's cute, she thinks, how Chaeyoung manages to be a badass alpha while also being adorable. That's honestly what she wants in a mate. For all his faults, her ex-boyfriend Kim was attractive to her because he made her smile and laugh. She has a feeling Chaeyoung will be able to do the same thing, possibly even better than Kim used to. At the very least, Chaeyoung is already a better fuck.

"Are you okay to drive?" Mina asks hopefully, licking her lips to catch a few more drops of Chaeyoung's come. Her chin is wet and sticky, but she can't bear to wipe it on her sleeve.

To her surprise, Chaeyoung pulls her in for a kiss, licking the rest away with a hungry tongue. When they pull apart, panting for breath, Chaeyoung growls, "If you can leave my cock alone for two minutes, then yes."

"No promises," Mina says, before claiming Chaeyoung's mouth again. She needs one more taste to sustain her before they get back on the road.

***

Against The Wall

It's a minor miracle that they make it to Mina's apartment in one piece. By the time Chaeyoung finds an empty space on the street, Mina's hand back on her cock, stroking urgently to keep it hard. Not that Chaeyoung needs any help with that. Mina's pheromones have filled the car already, effectively hotboxing her with omega-scent. Aside from that, Mina is beautiful. One of the most beautiful omegas Chaeyoung has ever seen — and she knows it isn't just because Mina is in heat.

In lots of ways, Mina reminds her of Min...

Although Chaeyoung feels a twinge of sadness, it's followed by a wave of love and peace. Min would be happy for me, Chaeyoung tells herself, and for the first time in a long time, she actually believes the voice in her head. A much-cherished memory resurfaces, one from almost a decade ago, when she and Min shared their first heat together. They'd both been nineteen. She'd been too eager to get them to the bed, and she'd taken Min right against the front door.

She wants to do that with Mina. She wants to make Mina feel desired and cherished. She wants to feel passion again. Maybe even love...

She's getting ahead of herself. She's been touch-starved for three years, and Mina has awakened something powerful within her, something she'd almost forgotten she was capable of experiencing. But she's feeling brave enough to see where this leads, so she removes Mina's hand from her cock, ignoring the omega's whine as she stuffs it back in her pants and does up her zipper with fumbling fingers.

"Just until we get upstairs," Chaeyoung says, her voice breaking with desire. (She hopes she can actually make good on that promise.)

Mina unbuckles and leaps out of her seat, bolting like a horse from the starting gate. Chaeyoung exits the car too, almost forgetting to turn off the ignition and lock the doors. She remembers only at the last minute, and then she trots after Mina, following the omega's enticing scent through the front door and toward the stairs.

Her inner alpha urges her to chase chase chase until she catches Mina halfway between the first and second floors. She grabs the omega's hips, kissing her wildly, devouring her mouth and plundering her body with greedy hands. Her palms are under Mina's shirt and she's got her pinned against a wall before she realizes what's happening.

Come on, Chaeyoung, get control of yourself! But the protests in her head grow more and more distant as she unfastens Mina's pants, shoving her fingers past the elastic of the omega's underwear to stroke her wetness. And there's a lot of wetness waiting for her. Chaeyoung can smell Mina's arousal as well as her own scent, and the knowledge that Mina is still full of her come drives her wild.

My omega. My pussy. Mine.

Oh, shit. If she doesn't get them to Mina's apartment now, she knows they'll fuck right here in the stairwell.

Chaeyoung yanks her fingers away despite Mina's mewls of disappointment, grasping the omega's rear in both hands and lifting her up. Mina's legs wind around her waist, and Chaeyoung carries her up the last half-flight of stairs, following her nose to the apartment she's one hundred percent sure belongs to Mina. The omega's scent, older but still enticing, surrounds the place.

"This one?" she growls near Mina's lips.

Mina nods. "Keys..."

Setting Mina down so the omega can fumble for the key in her too-small pockets is equivalent to torture. Chaeyoung finds her hands roaming Mina's body, tugging desperately at clothing, grinding against Mina's round ass and wishing there weren't any barriers between them. But finally, Mina manages to get the door open, and they both stumble inside, tearing at each other like wild animals.

Chaeyoung doesn't remember much between entering the apartment and pinning Mina to the wall. It's a blur, and all she knows is that their clothing is off or pulled to one side, and her cock is rubbing against Mina's slippery heat, searching for the omega's opening. It doesn't take her long to find it. She jerks forward, grunting with a mixture of satisfaction and need as Mina's warm walls welcome her inside.

Fuck fuck fuck she's going to come. Her knot is already throbbing with fullness, trying to slip past Mina's tight entrance.

"Do it," Mina yelps, digging her heels into Chaeyoung's back and clawing at her shoulders. "Knot me knotmeknotme!"

Chaeyoung is helpless to resist. She snarls and shoves forward, forcing Mina's tightness to spread and accept her. Mina muscles flutter around her knot, squeezing impossibly tight, and Chaeyoung is lost. She comes immediately, hips stuttering in an uneven rhythm, throbbing from base to tip as she empties everything she has into Mina's core.

It's hot and slick and perfect. Chaeyoung latches onto Mina's shoulder, digging her teeth into the omega's sweet flesh — not hard enough to mark her permanently, but enough to assert her claim. Maybe someday, she and Mina will become mates. Maybe not. But right now, it's so good to feel again: to feel passion and attraction and hope. It feels right to fuck Mina raw, to slam her into the wall again and again with each thrust.

By the time her peak slows down, Mina's belly is swollen, rubbing enticingly against her abdomen. The physical proof that she's filled her omega well makes Chaeyoung's inner alpha preen, and she releases Mina's shoulder at last, licking tenderly at the temporary bruise she's left. For now, at least, Mina is hers.

"Shit, you're amazing," Mina gasps, glowing thanks to her smile and the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her scent is an enticing mixture of satisfaction and further temptation. Chaeyoung presses her nose the crook of Mina's throat, inhaling deeply.

"So are you."

They kiss again, deep and slow this time, passing the seconds until the tie fades. Once she's sure her legs will work, Chaeyoung scans the living room, looking for a comfortable place to nest. With some chagrin, she notices they've knocked a picture and a bowl of change off the table by the door. However, there is a couch a few feet away that looks comfortable enough.

She summons her strength and carries Mina there, tipping her backwards onto the cushions and arranging them into a comfortable cuddle position. "Thanks," Mina sighs, lashes fluttering sleepily. It's a facade, Chaeyoung can tell. The omega's satisfied sluggishness will only last a few minutes at most. Then, need will overwhelm the two of them again.

Chaeyoung is more than fine with that.

***

In Bed, From Behind

"Yes Chaeyoung yes-Chaeyoung yes-Chaeyoung yes-yes-yes."

Mina has lost count of the number of times she's said Chaeyoung name in the past twenty minutes. Chaeyoung keeps fucking it out of her, and when Mina does manage to keep from mumbling it or screaming it, wordless wails escape instead. She spills most of them into one of the pillows, but she can't stop them. Chaeyoung is hitting places inside her that no one else has ever reached, and Chaeyoung is taking her faster and harder and better than anyone else ever has.

But it's not just how big Chaeyoung's is, or how perfect her strokes are. It's the way Chaeyoung mumbles, "Still okay?" in a ragged voice, checking in before she ups the speed. It's the way she strokes aside Mina's sweaty hair to place a kiss at the nape of her neck. It's the minute adjustments she makes, even while overwhelmed by passion, to make sure Mina gets the most pleasurable angle possible. Chaeyoung is hyper-aware of all her responses, and Mina is immensely grateful for it.

All too soon, " Yes, Chaeyoung" becomes "Fuck, Chaeyoung, coming," and Mina goes rigid as her — fourth orgasm? Fifth? Fuck's sake, she can't even remember — crashes over her. Fortunately, Chaeyoung is there to help her through it. The alpha curls over her intuitively, offering plenty of skin contact to soothe the burn crawling across every inch of Mina's flesh.

How does she know exactly what to do? Mina wonders, for what must be the hundredth time. The answer to that question is less important than the fact that Chaeyoung can practically read her mind. It keeps her climax going for a long time, until Chaeyoung comes a minute later, grunting softly and tightening her grip on Mina's hips.

For a while, the only sound in the room is their labored breathing.

"Am I going crazy?" Mina asks, "or is this the best sex ever?"

Chaeyoung doesn't reply, and her scent becomes uneasy. Abruptly, Mina realizes what she's done: forced a comparison between herself and the mate Chaeyoung has lost. Now that they've seen each other naked, the old mark on Chaeyoung's throat hasn't escaped her notice, either. It takes her back to Chaeyoung's halting confession on the other side of the wall. Mina had been able to hear the pain in the alpha's voice even then.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"It's okay," Chaeyoung says, stroking the curve of Mina's back with a gentle hand. She pumps out soothing pheromones, something omegas do far more often than alphas, but to Mina's surprise, Chaeyoung is really good at it. Chaeyoung's smell, usually so sharp and demanding, has become soothing without losing any of its strength.

"Sorry," Mina repeats, but Chaeyoung makes a shushing noise.

"Don't be. I'm flattered you think sex with me is the best you've ever had. And sex with you is — well... there's something special about it. Something I didn't think I was capable of experiencing again." She chokes up, swallowing loudly.

That's more than enough to ease Mina's insecurities. Helping Chaeyoung reclaim something special that was lost suddenly matters a lot more than being the best at anything. Instead of cringing with embarrassment, Mina flushes with pride. She makes the effort to crane her neck back, and Chaeyoung rewards her with a kiss on the lips, one that's soft and sweet and full of feeling.

***

In The Shower

Mina's body is generous.

That is the best descriptor Chaeyoung can summon as she runs her soapy palms along Mina's sides, learning and re-learning the omega's shape. Mina's breasts are so soft and sensitive, and Chaeyoung loves kneading them with her slippery hands. Mina's hips are wide and curvy and squeezable, and they fit perfectly in Chaeyoung's grip. Mina's belly is round and smooth, shiny thanks to the trails of water that run down over it.

And, of course, Mina's lips are pouty and pink and eternally kissable. Both sets.

Chaeyoung is currently occupied with the lower set. While she kneads Mina's rear — also generous, and in every way beautiful — she flicks her tongue contentedly over Mina's clit, enjoying the way the omega's thighs twitch at even the lightest touches.

It's difficult to keep those touches light, though, especially because Mina's sounds are also generous. This is a woman who isn't afraid to show her enthusiasm. She isn't afraid to moan, demand, or plead, and neither is she afraid to brace one foot on the side of the tub, spreading her legs wider as she grips the back of Chaeyoung's head.

That is one difference between Mina and Min. Mina has a brash but insanely attractive confidence that Min expressed in quieter ways.

Sometimes, it's mildly jarring to note the differences between Mina and Min. When Chaeyoung sucks Mina's clit lightly, the way she was accustomed to doing for many years, Mina moans and bucks forward almost immediately, clearly needing more pressure. In those moments, Chaeyoung feels a faint sadness before doubling her efforts. To her relief, it isn't hard to reclaim joy instead.

Sometimes, though, noting the differences is exciting. Min isn't constantly on her mind, and there are moments when Mina demands all her attention and more. Besides, it's strangely fun to figure out what makes Mina tick. What makes her moan. What makes her weak in the knees. And, of course, what makes her come.

"Chaeyoung-Chaeyoung-Chaeyoung..."

Chaeyoung doubts she'll ever tire of hearing Mina moan her name, and she dearly hopes she will have the opportunity to test that theory for a long time. As she thrusts her tongue lazily in and out of Mina's opening, stretching her jaw to the point of discomfort in order to reach as deep as possible, she allows her wistful mind to wander...

Nights spent cuddling on the couch, watching bad movies with a bowl of chips between them.

An hour of the evening spent in the kitchen, chatting about their day as they cook a meal together.

Flowers in a vase by the bed, whichever type Mina likes best.

Weekend hikes on one of the mountains outside the city. She doesn't know if Mina likes hiking, but maybe if she brings a picnic basket...

By the time Mina comes again, with groans that echo around the bathroom, Chaeyoung is too far gone to stop. Her heart is running several reckless miles ahead of her brain. It's frightening, how fast it's going, but she can't seem to stop it either...

Until water from the shower splashes in her face, running into her mouth and up her nose. Definitely not just Mina's come. She coughs, sputtering, unable to keep going even though she very much wants to. Luckily, Mina's is almost finished anyway. Instead, the omega positions her body to block the spray and asks, "Are you okay?" with a laugh in her voice.

After a bit more choking, Chaeyoung laughs too. "Fine. Just..." She coughs again, trying to clear her lungs. "Just a little water down my throat."

Mina grins. "I should've stood on the other side of the shower." She offers Chaeyoung her hands, and Chaeyoung takes them, climbing back to her feet.

"Oh, you mean like this?" Chaeyoung pulls Mina's into her arms and spins them around, careful not to slip as she positions Mina against the opposite wall. Her cock is already hard again, and Mina's is more than slippery enough to take the first several inches. She has a feeling her water bill for this month will be unusually high.

***

At The Table

"I guess you liked the eggs, then?"

Mina blinks in surprise, looking — really looking — at her plate for the first time. It's almost completely clean, and she's currently mashing the prongs of her fork flat overtop the last flecks of scrambled egg and toast in order to devour every crumb.

"Sorry," she says, a little sheepishly. "Guess I was hungry. They were great."

A wry smirk plays around Chaeyoung's lips. "Makes sense. We had quite a workout."

Damn right, Mina thinks. Such an exhaustive one, in fact, that they'd been too tired to prepare all but the most basic of meals — hence breakfast at midnight. Chaeyoung had made the eggs, and Mina had supervised the toast while struggling to keep her eyes open.

Now, however, her energy is somewhat restored. She feels less like napping and more like getting out of her chair and straddling Chaeyoung's lap. (She can't help herself. The alpha looks surprisingly hot wearing one of her tank tops and flannel 'art' shirts, even if they are a little loose around the bust.)

Mina sets her fork down, resisting the temptation to drum her fingers nervously on the tabletop. "So, you're cool with everything that's happened between us, right?"

"I am, definitely," Chaeyoung says. "What about you?"

"Relieved, to be honest. I'm so glad I don't have to go through this alone. And you're..." She mimes an explosion around her head with her hands, complete with accompanying sound effects. "Pssshw. Awesome. Fantastic. Mind blown."

Chaeyoung's smirk becomes a smile that somehow manages to be both shy and proud at once. "I'm glad. I, um, haven't had a lot of experience, so..."

"Oh?" Mina asks, trying to straddle the line between curiosity and respectful distance. Even though Chaeyoung has been open with her, very open, she doesn't want to pry. Sana's always telling her she has a bad habit of doing that.

"Min, was my only partner before now. We met young."

Mina's eyes widen. Min. So that's her name. And... so that means I'm the second person Chaeyoung's ever fucked? Shit, I feel like a bit of a slut now. Although we did meet through a glory hole, so she's got no room to judge.

Somehow, Mina doubts Chaeyoung would have judged her anyway, no matter what.

"Oh. Wow."

"Yeah..." Chaeyoung chews her lip, glancing down at the table. Then, she seems to come to a decision, raising her eyes to meets Mina once more. "We were only seventeen. She was the most beautiful omega I'd ever seen, and I fell in love with her at first sight."

Chaeyoung laughs, a small and broken sound, and when Mina notes how the alpha's drowsy brown eyes go misty with the memory, she almost tears up too.

"I barely talked to her, so she thought I was stuck-up. But she became friends with my cousin, and eventually, she figured out the truth."

Mina swallows around her tongue, unsure what to say... and then, suddenly, she knows. "It's been a few years since she died, hasn't it?"

Chaeyoung nods. "Yes. How did you—"

"Because you're sad, but you're smiling. You've had enough time to get over the anger. At least, most of it."

"You've lost someone too, haven't you?" Chaeyoung reaches across the table, placing her hand on top of Mina's. "You can tell me, if you want."

It's the warmth of her palm that gives Mina the courage to say, "My dad. Cancer."

"Car accident."

They're silent for a while, but it's a silence of understanding rather than embarrassment or discomfort.

"It gets better," Mina says. "Your memories don't stay sad forever. They become a sort of... happy-sad instead. And it's tough, but good. You know?"

Chaeyoung inhales deeply, holding the air for a long moment before blowing it out. "Yes. I know." She laughs again, and this time, it doesn't sound so hoarse. "Min would like you, I think."

"Why?"

"Because you were nice to me, even when it was just through a wall. And, well..." Chaeyoung gestures around the kitchen, at the pictures hanging on the walls. "You made all these, didn't you? They've got a distinct style." Once more, she appears to drift back in time. "Min was a very creative person. A poet."

"Maybe you'll share some of her poems with me someday," Mina suggests, as gently as possible. "Only if you want to."

Chaeyoung sighs, not unhappily. "I'd like that."

"I'm actually an artist," Mina offers after a moment. "Well, I'm trying to be. I'm back at school for another bachelor's, in visual art. I was a paramedic before, but I got burnt out after my Dad died. Work reminded me too much of him." It's somewhat embarrassing for her to admit her failure, although, logically, she knows it isn't one.

Chaeyoung doesn't appear to consider it a failure, either. "You needed to heal from the loss and express yourself. Art can be good for both those things." She smiles from across the table. "Saving lives is very important, but art can make those lives joyful. You're still contributing something meaningful to the world."

Mina's heart swells. Although her friends understand, her mother doesn't, and the extra validation is appreciated. "Thanks. That means a lot." Suddenly, she's struck with the urge to give Chaeyoung a hug, and so she does, getting up from her seat and circling the table. Chaeyoung stands too, and they fall into an embrace, the most natural one Mina has ever felt. Chaeyoung's arms are strong, considering how lean they are, but also incredibly warm and comforting.

"Thank you," Chaeyoung whispers into Mina's hair. "For listening to me. And talking to me."

A shudder races down Mina's spine. Now that they're touching again, she's near enough to soak in Chaeyoung's scent at close range, and a twinge of desire tugs at her abdomen. Her sleepiness and hunger are forgotten in favor of another base need, and she licks her lips, wetting them in hopes of a kiss.

Before she can ask, Chaeyoung's mouth claims hers. The pace starts slow, but quickly speeds up, and before Mina realizes what's happening, her ass is perched on the edge of the table and Chaeyoung is pulling her nightshirt up and over her head. Mina makes quick work of Chaeyoung's borrowed flannel as well, but stripping it off is more difficult than it should be, especially since the bulge of Chaeyoung's cock is already rubbing against her inner thigh.

"Want you again," Chaeyoung growls, nipping lightly at the point of her chin.

"Good," Mina gasps, "because I want you too."

***

On The Table

Mina's nipples have to be the prettiest shade of pink Chaeyoung has ever seen. As she sucks them into stiff peaks, switching from one to the other, she can't help but admire them. The color is so beautiful, so full of life. Maybe it's stupid, but it reminds her a bit of Mina's paintings. The ones that aren't charcoal are mostly done in pastel.

Mina herself reminds Chaeyoung of an oil painting. Maybe it's the sheen of sweat on her skin, a reflective gleam that makes Chaeyoung's mouth water. She swipes her tongue up along Mina's sternum, searching for a taste of salt while switching nipples yet again, but it's not enough. She's still hungry.

"Can't get enough of you," she huffs, biting the top of Mina's breast. Some savage part of her longs to leave bruises on Mina skin, in addition to the ones she can already see forming. The marks are still red now, but in another day, they'll be a lovely shade of purple.

Another, softer part of her has no need to leave bruises. She wants Mina to be hers, but she also wants to be Mina's. She wants to kneel at Mina's feet and kiss her thighs and promise her anything and everything in the world.

Fortunately, there's only one thing Mina seems to want at this particular moment: "Inside, please?"

That's a request both parts of Chaeyoung are more than happy to fulfill. She pulls down the fresh pair of underwear Mina's has loaned her and takes her cock in one hand, spreading Mina's knees with the other. She's already hard and aching, but relief is only a few inches away. Thankfully, Mina has decided to forego underwear entirely.

A choked whimper cracks in Chaeyoung's throat as her cockhead touches Mina's heat. No matter how many times she's done this over the past... has it been almost a day already? She's lost track of time. Anyway, she can't get used to how good it feels. She doesn't want to get used to how good it feels. She wants it to stay this special, this sweet, forever. Some part of her honestly believes it will.

As she slides inside, Chaeyoung tries to pause and savor the moment. Until now, she honestly hadn't believed she could ever feel something this good again. But good, she's discovering, is addictive — as is Mina. Soon, she's thrusting faster than she means to, holding onto Mina's hips so she can pump as deep as possible.

"Chaeyoung..."

Chaeyoung loves the way Mina says her name, loves how the omega doesn't hold anything back...

I think I could love her someday.

The thought isn't as frightening as it should be. Over the past few weeks, and especially during the past day, it's become almost familiar. Chaeyoung is getting used to it, and it feels right, like comfort food or a favorite hoodie. In an instant, her life has changed, and she feels as though she's found her way back home.

"Chaeyounnng-," Mina moans again, teasing greedy fingers through Chaeyoung's hair to regain her attention. "Are you with me?"

A smile breaks across Chaeyoung's face. "Yes. I'm with you, Mina."

There's no one else I want to be with right now.

She resumes thrusting, allowing their bodies to set the right rhythm naturally. It only takes them a few seconds to find it, and when they do, they both sigh as one. Mina tips her head back, eyes fluttering closed, and Chaeyoung kisses up from her breasts to suck at her collarbone, which is already dotted with love bites.

Mina doesn't mind when Chaeyoung latches on again to leave another. In fact, she grips the back of Chaeyoung's head to encourage it. The omega's heat has taken hold, and once more, Chaeyoung is overwhelmed with the urge to break skin. To bite. To mate and claim.

Someday.

She satisfies the need as best she can by mouthing Mina's shoulder and thrusting harder. Mina's muscles ripple around her, and Chaeyoung can tell from the omega's soft gasp that she's coming yet again — a small orgasm, one that seems to be building toward something bigger. The slick shuddering of Mina's walls is enough, however, to make the base of Chaeyoung's shaft swell with the start of a knot.

Getting it in is a process. Although Mina is wet and open, she's still an incredibly tight fit. A low snarl escapes from between Chaeyoung's teeth as she grinds into Mina's entrance, urging the omega to stretch for her. With one more push, and a breathless, "Yes!" from Mina, the resistance finally gives, and Chaeyoung melts in Mina's arms as her knot pops inside.

Chaeyoung comes the moment Mina's walls wrap around her. She knows she should be embarrassed, but for some reason, she isn't. It feels so right to fill Mina, to flood the omega — her omega — with come. It feels especially right because Mina's small orgasm spikes into a big one, heavy pulses that milk even sharper spurts from Chaeyoung's cock.

"Love this," Mina whimpers, nuzzling needily at her throat. "Love..."

Love.

It's too soon, Chaeyoung knows, but... It's not too soon to hope.

"Me too," she says, scattering kisses over the most recent set of teeth marks she's left in Mina's flesh. "Me too."

That keeps them going for a while, until they're too exhausted to continue. Mina slumps against her, and Chaeyoung has to brace one hand on the table to stay upright. She wishes she wasn't standing, but she doesn't have the energy to move. It takes a full minute for her to recover enough to sit back in the nearest chair and bring Mina with her.

One of the best things about knotting face to face is that it makes kissing afterwards easier. As much as Chaeyoung enjoys fucking Mina from behind, it's also really, really nice to wait out the tie this way, lips lingering, tongues brushing, murmuring secrets into each other's mouths.

"I think you may have changed my life today," Chaeyoung confesses, gazing into Mina's beautiful eyes and losing herself within them.

Mina presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. "I think you may have changed mine, too."

A rumble vibrates against Chaeyoung's chest, and she realizes Mina is purring. It's not quite like Min purr, but it's warm and soothing and uniquely Mina, and it makes her inexplicably happy. She starts up a purr of her own, letting the rhythm of her breathing match Mina's.

Deep within her heart, the hope of someday hasn't merely taken root. It's already started to sprout.

!Sorry for any errors!