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"So. Is it working or not?"
Rumi took a deep breath, slowly returning from her daydreaming to the conversation and the space around her.
The cafe was quiet, just the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional hiss of the steam wand on the espresso machine. It was a cute little place, not far from Rumi's apartment—the perfect spot for her second fake date with Jinu.
"No," Rumi said, plainly. "She hasn't even said anything."
"Really? She just looked at you in stony silence when you told her?"
Rumi rolled her eyes.
"Because that's literally the only thing she's ever done when we interact."
"Hmm." Rumi tried to hide her smile by pursing her lips.
"Don't laugh! I'm sacrificing my non-existent relationship with Mira for the sake of this ruse of yours."
"I know," Rumi groaned. "And I do appreciate it, I just…"
"Wish it was working?"
Rumi huffed. "Yes."
"Yeah, I can smell it on you. It's low-key desperate." Jinu grinned.
"Don't be gross."
"As a gay man, it's not possible for me to be gross about a woman," Jinu asserted, taking a sip of his mocha chocolate caramel whatever-the-fuck fruity shit he always ordered when they went to this place.
"That's categorically untrue." She watched with mild disgust as Jinu wiped his finger through the sludge at the bottom of his mug. "Jinu, how do you drink that stuff? It's basically just sugar."
"Yeah, that's why I like it."
"Yeah. But—"
"Just because Celine gave you a fucked up perspective on things that actually taste good—"
"She did not! She gave me—She taught me nutrition!"
Jinu scoffed. "She taught you diet culture."
"Diet… What?"
"Nevermind. A discussion for another time." Jinu waved his hand back and forth, as if clearing the air. "Anyway. So it's not working. What do we do now? Should I like… Scent you or something?"
Rumi shuddered. "No. I don't like that idea."
"Wow, you could at least pretend not to be disgusted by that."
"Sorry. I'm just… Frustrated."
"I know. Look. I want you to be happy. Have you considered maybe just… Talking to Mira?"
Rumi put her head in her hands, elbows on the table. She didn't have the heart to explain how much she had tried to tell Mira how she felt. From the time she had realized she was having more than friendly thoughts about her a year ago. Rumi had really tried.
Jinu was watching her when she looked back up, resting her chin in her palm, expression glum. Jinu continued, "I'm not talking about hinting, either. Like, have you sat her down and told her you want to try being more than friends?"
Just the thought made Rumi's skin crawl. "I can't do that. What if she doesn't feel the same way? I would rather have my best friend and a broken heart than neither."
"You're forgetting the third option."
Rumi's brow furrowed. "What third option?"
The corner of Jinu's mouth quirked upwards. "The one where you get everything you want."
Rumi swallowed nervously. She could barely imagine such a world.
Ryu Rumi had rarely gotten everything she wanted. "Everything she wanted" was simple enough. A happy life. A nice home. Friends who made her happy.
A partner who loved her for exactly who she was.
Both her mothers alive and well.
So far, fate had seen fit to deliver something else entirely.
It wasn't that she was miserable. She had people she loved. She had a cute, cozy apartment. Her job was… Fine. And she had Mira.
Sort of.
She had part of Mira. It's just that she wanted all of her. She wanted her love. Her mark. Her—
"Rumi, seriously?" Jinu asked, shaking his head. "You're thinking about her, aren't you? I can smell you being…" He gestured vaguely.
"Ugh." Rumi felt heat flood her face. "Sorry."
Jinu covered his nose, which Rumi felt was melodramatic, but whatever. "Look," he said, voice oddly pinched by his closed nostrils. "I have one more idea."
Rumi rubbed the back of her neck, trying to calm down. "Yeah. Okay. What is it?"
"She knows you've never slept with anyone, right?"
Rumi felt the blood rush to her face again. "Yes," she admitted, looking away.
"Well, what if you tell her you need… Help. Practice. Because—God, I can't believe I'm saying this—I told you I want to have sex and you don't want me to know you're a big loser baby virgin."
"Jinu!" Rumi growled. She threw a wadded-up napkin at him. "Just because I'm not a slut—"
"Sexually free. I prefer the term sexually free."
Rumi rolled her eyes. "Just because I'm not 'sexually free' doesn't mean I'm a loser virgin."
"I specifically said a 'big loser baby virgin.'" Jinu corrected, raising a single finger.
"Yes. That." Rumi frowned. "And what do you mean by asking her to help? Help how?"
Jinu sighed, as though this should be somehow obvious to her. "Like, you know. Show you the ropes. Training wheels for your sex… Bicycle."
"What?" Rumi said, way too loud. A couple at a nearby table looked over. Rumi ducked her head apologetically. "What do you mean?"
"Tell her that you want to have sex with her as practice."
The gears in Rumi's mind turned furiously. "Has… Could that work?"
Jinu shrugged. "Stupider things have worked."
That was the mantra she kept repeating to herself.
Stupider things have worked.
Over and over as she tried to pluck up the nerve. Sitting on Mira's couch the following evening, their usual TV night.
Stupider things have worked.
"Mira," Rumi began, looking over at her. Her eyes were glued to the screen. "Um. You know how I've gone out with Jinu a few times, recently?"
Stupider things have worked.
Rumi could see the muscles working in her jaw in the room's low light, the blue glow of the TV highlighting the sharp angles of her face. Mira really hated Jinu. "Yeah," she said gruffly.
"Well, we're going out again on Saturday, and he told me that, uh, he'd like to invite me back to his place. If I'm comfortable."
Rumi could see the corded muscles of Mira's neck flex. "He what?"
Rumi panicked a bit at her reaction. "He wasn't pushy or anything—"
"You've been on like two dates!" She looked over at her at last, horrified.
"I just—I'm just tired of being a—" God, she was going to say it. "A loser baby virgin."
Mira's face snapped into an unusual expression. "A what?"
Rumi faltered. "It's just that I've never…"
"I mean, I know that part. But… You're not a loser. And you're not a baby. Rumi, what is going on? Why do you suddenly feel like this is something you need to do?"
Rumi sighed. "Everyone else has—"
"You don't have to do everything everyone else has done!"
"Thanks, Mom," Rumi scoffed before rolling her eyes.
"I'm just saying!" Mira protested. "Rumi, are you sure about this? This is something you want?"
"Yes," Rumi insisted, with unearned confidence. Like she wasn't lying through her teeth about everything. "I'm ready. I don't want to wait anymore. I feel like I need to… Get it over with."
Mira frowned. "Get what over with? Sex?"
"My first time," Rumi huffed. She pulled her knees up to her chest, even though she knew that looked even more juvenile. "I don't need it to be this big, special thing. It's just sex."
Mira looked sort of sad. "Rumi…"
"It doesn't have to be this huge thing where I'm in love, and I confess my feelings, and everything is all touchy-feely. I've been building it up in my head too much. At this point, I just want to move forward." Rumi kept her eyes glued on the TV for the moment, watching the pre-race chatter.
Mira sighed, exasperated. "Your first time should be—"
"Your first time wasn't magical either, Mira." She looked over at Mira to see her scowling. "What? It wasn't."
"No." Mira blanched. "It decidedly wasn't. But that doesn't mean I want that for you."
Rumi still despised that random girl. Some Beta who'd gotten to Mira first.
Rumi squirmed, tucking her feet under herself and crossing her arms across her chest. She was losing the thread of this whole conversation. She was trying to get Mira to agree to platonically plow her with her knot. "Okay, well… Maybe that's good, then."
Mira looked deeply confused. "What?"
Rumi looked pointedly in the other direction. "Because I had a favour to ask."
"A favour?"
"I… I don't want to embarrass myself with Jinu." Rumi felt her heart rate quicken. This was it—moment of truth.
"So tell him you want to wait?"
"I don't want to, though. I just need… Help."
One more time, for luck, she thought: stupider things have worked.
Mira turned towards her again, but Rumi couldn't bring herself to meet her gaze. If she were really going to ask for this, she would need some buffer for when Mira inevitably asked if she was insane.
"Help with… Sex? You want what, some tips? You're coming to the wrong place for that. My only sexual experiences have been brief and awkward. And I've never had sex with a dude." She blanched again.
"But you're more experienced than I am. And you know what feels good."
Mira's brow furrowed. "Rumi… Are you asking me to—"
"I need to practice!" Rumi blurted out. "You're the only person I trust to—"
"You want me to fuck you? As practice?" Mira was so incredulous that she sounded like Rumi had just told her she was going to become a K-pop idol or fight a demon king or something.
Rumi gripped her head with her hands, mortification coursing through her. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, this is a terrible—"
"Wait, wait." Mira grabbed her shoulder and squeezed. "Calm down."
Rumi did not calm down. But she did stop talking.
"Look," Mira said, voice softer now. "I'm sorry. I can tell you're nervous."
Rumi was nervous just not for the reasons she imagined Mira would have suspected. "Yeah," she said, mouth dry.
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" Mira's hand was still on her shoulder. Her thumb rubbed back and forth. Rumi tried to pretend she didn't want to lean into the touch.
"I know. I want to do it, though." She looked up at last. Mira's expression was gentle. Almost eerily so in the dim light of the room. The TV played on, forgotten.
"Okay," Mira said as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
Rumi's eyebrows knitted together. "Okay, you'll… Help me?"
"Yeah," Mira said, her voice pitched higher. She cleared her throat. "I'll help you. But we should probably—"
Without a second thought, Rumi launched herself at Mira, throwing her arms around her in a hug. Mira stiffened at first, then responded, pulling her close. Rumi could scarcely believe this stupid ploy was working—Mira was actually going to fuck her.
Rumi just had to figure out how to parlay this weird friend fucking into what she really wanted… Kisses and hand holding and other things she was only willing to admit to herself late at night when she was alone in bed.
It was all that was on her mind the next day as she was getting ready. They'd agreed to do it the following evening. To give them both time to prepare. All it had really done was give Rumi more time freak out.
And masturbate—a lot.
Because holy shit, Mira was going to fuck her. The thing she'd been fantasizing about since she was a teenager, and just presenting.
For her first Heat, she'd begged Mira for something with her scent. Just to get her through it, she had said. She didn't mention the part where she wore her T-shirt for days, pulling it up over her face so she could inhale Mira's scent while she fucked herself with her knotting dildo.
She could barely look her in the eye the next time she saw her.
Partly because of the shame. But mostly because Rumi was staring at her bulge.
She was thinking about it as she showered, fingering herself frantically, pressed against the tile. The only thing on her mind was Mira, Mira, Mira. She came with a soft cry, moaning her name.
She was fully aware she was down horrendously.
When she arrived at Mira's place, she was so wound up she thought she might burst into a shower of confetti the moment Mira touched her. She greeted her at the door, shyly.
Mira had clearly just gotten out of the shower, her hair still damp as she pulled it back. Rumi always found it fascinating that Mira had beautiful, gorgeous, thick and luscious hair that she didn't seem particularly enthused by. Half the time, she had it in a ponytail or a bun, a few stray strands framing her face. Not that Rumi cared. She'd still want her if she were wearing a trash bag.
"Hey," Mira said, voice abnormally low. She cleared her throat, and then Rumi realized she could smell her and that she smelled like wanting. Rumi wasn't an expert like some Omegas, but she could scent when an Alpha found her attractive. And right now, it was oozing off of Mira. "Come in," she beckoned, like she suddenly remembered that Rumi was just standing there.
Mira led her straight past the living room and into her bedroom. It smelled deliciously like her. Rumi eyed her nightstand and wondered what was inside.
"I, um. Bought some condoms," Mira mumbled, clearly nervous.
"Oh." No. Rumi didn't want that. "I'm on birth control. Actually, so. No need to worry." Hopefully, that was enough to assuage her concern because she didn't think she could leave without Mira coming inside her.
She'd been on BC for ages. Her mothers had insisted as if Alphas were banging down her door. Sure, there had been some. But Rumi had shooed them all away.
She only had eyes for one.
Mira absorbed this knowledge in silence, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She patted the space beside her, and Rumi obediently sat.
Looking into her eyes, Mira's expression was gentle. It made Rumi melt. If she thought about all the warm and fuzzy stuff for too long, she might lose her nerve. So she leaned towards her.
Mira looked a bit panicked. But then she tipped her head slightly to the side. Their lips brushed together. Rumi's nerves were alight. Could she really do this? Her mind started to spiral, her body shaking. But before she could pull away, Mira placed a hand on her face, cupping her cheek.
Mira's touch on her jaw was warm and soft. It stabilized her. Stopped the shaking and stemmed the nerves. She leaned in until their lips were close enough to touch again, and Rumi could feel her warm breath on her skin, bright and minty. For some reason it made her heart skip a beat, imagining Mira getting ready for their… Well, whatever this was.
When their lips met for a second time, Rumi had to hold back a sigh. Mira was gentle—she was always gentle with Rumi. In an instant, the touch of her against Rumi's lips brought her back to memories of their youth, "practicing" kissing in Rumi's childhood bedroom. At the time, she genuinely believed it was something all best friends did. She ignored the way it made her stomach feel like the floor beneath them had suddenly dropped away.
Kissing now, as adults with fully formed libidos and secondary genders, was decidedly different. There was still that nervous butterfly feeling, but beneath it was a current of something almost primal. Rumi's hindbrain was wide awake now. And it had only one thing to say: Mira smelled so fucking good.
Rumi jolted when she felt Mira's hand on her hip, and she quickly apologized, mumbling "sorry" between kisses. Ignoring possibly better judgment, Rumi broke their kiss and climbed into Mira's lap, straddling her. She took Mira's hands in her own and placed them on her waist.
Mira seemed to take direction well. Her fingers pressed into Rumi's abdomen in a way that made her breath hitch. Her mouth opened into their kiss, and Mira took the chance to slip her tongue inside. A small moan escaped Rumi's lips, and her hips canted forward, and she felt it.
Mira's cock, warm and heavy in her pants.
The bulge of it pushed back against Rumi's centre as she rolled her hips. For a moment, she flashed back to catching sight of it for the first time—Mira wearing too-small shorts at the beach, stepping out of the water, her toned stomach and the V of her hips dripping wet and the shape of her on full display. Rumi felt like she'd been slapped in the face with it.
Not that she minded the idea.
And sure, maybe she'd tried a few times to get a rise out of Mira over the years. Asking her to put sunscreen on her back or play wrestling in the water until Mira apologized and said she was going to swim on her own for a bit. Like Rumi didn't know she was waiting for her erection to go back down.
"Mira," Rumi huffed, pressing down on her. "I can feel you…"
A choked sound was the only reply Mira could muster, her hands sliding from Rumi's waist down her hips, onto her ass, and squeezing until she gasped. Mira broke away after a minute or two. Rumi couldn't be sure how long it had been, but she was panting.
"Can I suck your cock?" Rumi asked quickly, before she lost her nerve.
Mira looked like she was trying desperately to keep a neutral expression. "Is that… Something… You want?" Her voice was weird and tight.
Rumi had to will herself to remember the guise under which this interaction was occurring. "Yeah. I've just… I want to make sure I know what to do. Just in case." She tucked her hair behind her ears, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake.
"Um. If you're sure."
"I'm sure. I'm so sure." Not too eager now. "If you don't mind." The most polite attempt to initiate a blowjob that has possibly ever occurred.
"Yeah. Yeah. Okay."
Rumi slid off her lap, trying not to appear too insanely eager as she knelt between her legs. "Can I take it out?"
Mira nodded, slightly wide-eyed.
Rumi took a deep breath. It was happening. She was going to see Mira's cock in person. She was going to hold it. God, she was going to put it in her mouth. She shivered with anticipation. She carefully pulled Mira's sweats down and discovered with absolute delight that she wasn't wearing any underwear as her erection sprang up.
"I, uh. Didn't want it to get in the way," Mira said quickly, as though reading Rumi's mind. She sure hoped she couldn't do that because Rumi had already been mortified enough for one lifetime.
She thought about returning some quip. But she was deeply distracted because Mira smelled amazing. Like, tantalizing. Her mouth was actually watering.
Rumi wrapped her hand around Mira's shaft, and she was stunned by how hot her skin was. And she was so hard. Harder than she'd been when Rumi had been in her lap. She stroked it slowly, moving her hand smoothly up and down.
"Oh God," Mira choked out. "Sorry," she said quickly.
"Is it okay?" Rumi asked. She was pretty sure she knew the answer.
"Yeah, yeah. Yeah, it's fine." Mira's expression was strained.
Rumi looked her in the eye as she leaned forward and kissed the underside of her cock head. Mira whined. Rumi almost did the same.
She covered the tip of her dick with her mouth, and Mira's hand flew to her shoulder, gripping her. She sucked, and Mira gasped. She tasted so good. It was like her scent had been concentrated into an essence, and that essence was now leaking all over Rumi's tongue.
Rumi ran the tip of her tongue under Mira's foreskin, tasting her, touching the sensitive skin of her cock head. She gripped her thick shaft firmly, stroking very slightly. Her skin felt white hot under Rumi's fingertips. Above her, Mira was breathing heavily, tipping her head back, her other hand gripping her hip.
"Is it good?" Rumi asked, kissing along her shaft. She was confident it was, but it was nice to have reinforcement.
"Y-yeah. It's, uh, it's good." Mira's voice sounded strained. Her smell was fucking mouthwatering. The sharp clove warmed Rumi's senses while the smooth bourbon washed over them.
Rumi made her way down to the space where Mira's knot hid beneath the surface of her skin. She swirled her tongue across the firm gland before grazing her teeth across it. She could feel it begin to swell slightly just from her attention. She wrapped her lips around the space and sucked hard.
Mira gasped, hips jerking forward. "Rumi, that's—it's my—"
"Your knot," Rumi purred. She could feel her own body responding to the feeling of the swelling beneath her lips, slick filling her underwear. "Can I feel it?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah you can, I just… It might make me come."
"Is that bad?"
Mira huffed. "Not bad, just a, um." She mumbled something.
"What's that?"
"Just a warning," she said, slightly louder.
"I don't mind if you come, Mira. I want you to." I want to swallow it, I want it inside me. "So I know I did a good job."
"Yeah. That's, uh. That makes sense."
"Okay," Rumi said softly. She looked up at Mira and took her knot in her mouth again, rubbing her cock head in a circular motion with the pad of her thumb.
She started to stroke her as she worshipped her knot, lapping at each side, alternating. She slowly picked up the speed of her strokes, grasping her tightly. She squeezed as she approached the head, precome pooling in Mira's foreskin and oozing out onto Rumi's palm as she reached the tip.
"Really good," Mira hissed through gritted teeth.
Rumi wrapped her hand around Mira's knot and gripped it, and she made a sound like Rumi had never heard before—something animalistic that made her Omega senses feverish with want. She quickly took as much of Mira's cock in her mouth as she could, her jaw aching slightly around the girth of it. She sucked, bobbing her head, her other hand taking hold of Mira's balls, massaging them with her palm.
"Oh fuck, Rumi, I'm gonna come, please, please, don't stop—" Mira sounded desperate, voice hoarse and breaking. Rumi twisted her hand around her knot, feeling it throb, darting her tongue back and forth under the frenulum until Mira was flooding her mouth with warm seed. She swallowed and swallowed, stroking her through it until Mira grabbed her hand to stop her.
Rumi let her go with a soft pop.
"Did you… Swallow it?" Mira looked awestruck.
"Yeah," Rumi said, honestly, unable to think of a wittier response.
Mira's cock bobbed in the air as she stared down at her, a thin strand of come dripping from the tip. Rumi smiled.
"So it was good?"
Mira looked away, face flushed. "Yeah. Yeah, uh." She cleared her throat. "Pretty good."
Rumi bit back a grin. She kissed the tip of Mira's cock, and she hissed.
"Come on," Mira urged, tugging lightly on her arm. "Get in the bed. It's your turn."
Rumi genuinely blushed for the first time that day. Her turn? Was Mira going to—
"Come on, Rumi. Unless you don't want me to?"
Rumi stood so quickly her head spun. She scrambled onto the bed, scooting backwards. Mira tucked herself back into her sweats before crawling over her and surprising her a bit by kissing her. She pressed her into the mattress, and Rumi could feel she was still hard. Her eyelids fluttered even as she squeezed them shut, her arms wrapping around Mira's back.
Mira kissed her way down Rumi's front. She realized she was still mostly dressed in that moment, but Mira quickly rectified that, stripping her as she went. She was only in a T-shirt and shorts, in any case. She was mildly disappointed that Mira didn't touch her chest much, but she inhaled sharply when she realized where she was headed.
When she had her naked, Mira slid between her legs. She looked up at Rumi. "This okay?"
For a brief instant, Rumi panicked, defaulting back to the ridiculous premise of this situation. "Do you think, I mean… Would Jinu do that?"
"I would hope so," Mira said, breath warm across her pelvis. She pressed a kiss to the hollow of her hip, massaging her thighs with her hands. "I don't have to, if you don't—"
"No, no. You're right, um. We should—or, I should know. What to… Expect." Why was she debating her on this? She wanted Mira's mouth on her more than she'd wanted anything in her life at that moment.
Mira looked her in the eye as she descended and pressed a kiss to her centre. Rumi thought she might pass out. When her tongue parted her lips, Rumi swallowed a whine.
She was immediately struggling to pretend that Mira wasn't pushing her to the edge in moments. She took deep, slow breaths, trying to keep control. But every time she started to get back on top of it, she was reminded that Mira—Mira—was face down between her legs.
Mira had started at her clit, tongue swirling and then pressing, whipping back and forth until she was going to scream. Then she moved… Lower. Lower until she was… Pressing her tongue inside. Fucking her with it. Before Rumi could even get accustomed to that sensation, Mira's thumb was on her clit, teasing.
"Oh, fuck, don't stop, please," Rumi babbled. She was so achingly, shamefully close to coming.
Still—the sensation she was experiencing was… Strange. Like pressure, building faster and faster. Rumi had had many orgasms in her life, arguably all self-induced, and a lot of them had been very good. Had some of the best happened while imagining Mira's cock pounding her into oblivion? Maybe.
But this felt different. It felt like something welling up inside, relentlessly pressing down as Rumi's peak got closer and closer. She realized at the last second what was happening, with equal parts agony and ecstasy, she was going to come, and she was going to—
"Oh, f—Mira!" Rumi gushed around Mira's tongue, squirting into her mouth, onto her face. Lost in the throes of a reality-shattering orgasm, Rumi dimly heard Mira make a surprised noise, but she kept fucking her. The wet sound of Mira's tongue was absolutely obscene as she continued teasing her entrance, slick still dripping out of her as she throbbed.
Rumi gasped, trying to wade her way through the overwhelming sensation to say, "S-sorry." The embarrassment creeping in was still largely stemmed by how fucking incredible it felt. She needed to stop Mira from lapping at her before she lost it again. She put her hand on her head and gently pushed her away.
"Don't apologize," Mira said as soon as she pulled back. "That was…" She was a little breathless. "That was amazing." Through the haze, Rumi looked down at Mira's face. "You taste as good as you smell," she said darkly, leaning in for another lick. "And you smell so fucking good, Rumi."
Rumi whimpered. Mira was really getting lost in her hind brain, clearly. Rumi wasn't far off, as that little voice roared to life again, only partially sated by coming all over an Alpha's face. Because what she really needed was—
"Can I fuck you?" Mira asked, abruptly. "I'm so hard it's actually painful." She stood up, and Rumi could see. There was a thin strand of precome dripping from Mira's tip, and she was red and profoundly hard. She realized with a rush that Mira had pushed her sweatpants off again while she was going down on her and stroked herself. Mira—jerking off while eating her out. She could be normal about this.
Mira's expression suggested she didn't appear to be normal about this.
"It's totally fine if you're not ready or—" She looked like she was panicking a little. "Or if you changed your mind. Sorry. I think my, uh. Alpha brain is steering the ship right now and—"
"Please fuck me, Mira," Rumi all but sobbed. "I need your fucking knot, please, please." She was getting a little carried away, too.
"Oh, God," Mira groaned. "Okay. Okay, yeah. You're, uh, you seem ready, so." She stepped closer, lining them up. The Heat coming off of Mira's cock was incredible. She pressed the head to Rumi's entrance, and she gasped and reached for her, trying to pull her closer. "I'm going to take it slow, okay?"
That made Rumi want to scream that she didn't need to take it slow because she had been fucking herself with a knotting dildo since her first fucking Heat, but it was fine, it was fine, she was fine, and she could wait. She was totally fine to wait.
"Mira, please put it inside, please, I need it. I'm so ready, can't you see I'm gaping for you?" She spread her legs a little wider.
Okay, maybe she wasn't fine. Mira's face was a vision—she looked like she was about to pass out.
"Fuck, Rumi. Hearing you talk like this is… A lot." She huffed.
"Is it bad?" Rumi asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"No, no, it's not bad. It's—God, it's not bad. It's just making me feel, um." She looked away for a moment. "Nothing. It's fine. It's good. It's normal. I'm going to put it in now." She looked into Rumi's eyes, and her expression changed, flickering back into that possessive posture. "Since you're so ready for me."
Before Rumi had a chance to react to that, Mira slid inside. And holy shit, it was better than she had imagined, and she had imagined it a lot. "Oh fuck, Mira, you feel so good." She fell back on the bed.
"God, so do you. You're so fucking wet." Mira pulled back and thrust into her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. If Mira didn't want her after this, she was going to lose it, genuinely, because no fucking knotting dildo was ever going to feel the same. Mira started pumping in and out, and Rumi felt like she was going to come embarrassingly quickly.
Rumi gave thanks to Mira's hind brain or whatever it was that dissolved her ability to take it slow once she was inside. Because now she was absolutely pounding her, and it felt incredible. And she smelled like a fucking dream. Her usual scent—bourbon and clove—was always nice, but now it was making Rumi's mouth water. She could still taste her come on her lips, and it was all so much; her hormones were in total overdrive.
Mira's cock slamming inside her, their hips slapping together, and the feeling of her breath on her neck were all pushing her towards another incredible orgasm with unrelenting speed. Mira kissed her jaw, her voice almost a growl as she said, "You smell so fucking good, Rumi, it's making me crazy."
"Oh, God, you smell so good too—I can still taste you—"
Mira really growled that time. "I can still taste you, too. Do you know how good you taste? Because I'm never going to fucking forget it."
Rumi whimpered. "Mira," she sobbed. "I'm about to—"
"Me too," Mira said, voice strained.
Rumi's head fell back as she lost herself, channel gripping Mira like a vice as she throbbed, pulling her deeper inside. Mira kept fucking her, and Rumi just kept fucking coming. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She was seeing stars, nails digging into Mira's back as she cried continuously.
"Ah, fuck—" Mira's thrusts were erratic and hard, sending sparks flying up Rumi's spine, her back arching.
"Come in me," Rumi moaned, ignoring everything in her rational mind that told her to stop fucking talking. She was pretty sure she was still actively coming on Mira's cock—maybe she could be just a bit more chill. But no. She demanded, "Give it to me, Mira, please."
"God, Rumi, you can't just—you're making me—oh, fuck, I'm about to—" Mira's hands grasped at the flesh of her hips as she came with a guttural sound. Rumi keened, nothing had ever felt as right as Mira's seed flooding her. Her Alpha's come was finally where it belonged, and her Omega mind was rapturous. "Oh, fuck. Rumi…" Mira was panting.
But Rumi still needed one more thing. "Knot. Knot me, Mira."
"What?" Mira asked, dazed.
"Need your knot, please, Alpha," she begged. She was begging a lot today.
"But—We'll be tied and—"
"Mira, give me your fucking knot, I'm not going to tell you again!" Rumi snapped.
God, her Omega had really taken the reins. They were both silent for a beat.
"I'm so sorry," Rumi said, "I don't know what—"
But Mira silenced her with a kiss and a slam of her hips that made Rumi's eyes roll back in her head. Mira's knot slipped past her entrance, burying itself inside her channel. The way it throbbed, the drag as it jostled inside her was just enough to send Rumi over the edge again. She came with a loud cry, breaking their kiss, slick rushing out and down between her legs.
"Did you just—" Mira moaned as Rumi squeezed around her knot, trying to bring her legs back together. "Did you just come again?"
Rumi whimpered and buried her face in Mira's neck. She squirmed, looking for a little more friction as she rode the feeling of her peak.
"You came on my knot?" Mira asked with an edge of disbelief in her voice.
"Mira," Rumi whined, overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, her orgasm still thrumming through her.
"You're so fucking sexy," Mira huffed. "God, Rumi. I…"
"Mira," Rumi repeated, desperate. "I need to tell you something." It was as if someone had pressed a seam to bursting. She couldn't confess like this. Could she? Mira was literally locked inside her. What if she said no?
"You do? Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No!" Rumi almost laughed at the absurdity of it. That Mira could even think that when she was literally still coming down from her third orgasm.
Mira looked mildly panicked. "You can tell me, really, Rumi, if this was a bad idea, I—I can't believe I knotted you—"
"It's not that, Mira, really—"
"You're my friend, and I took advantage of—"
"I lied!" Rumi yelped. Oh God, this was it.
Mira startled. "You… You lied?"
The whole scheme started spilling out before Rumi could stop it. "I lied about Jinu, he's just a friend, he's gay actually, and—I just wanted… I just wanted you!"
Mira's eyes somehow grew even wider. "You wanted…?"
Her babbling was like a broken dam, relentless and unstoppable. "I was afraid—nothing I did was working, and I didn't know how to tell you!"
"Tell me that you—"
The feeling of Mira's knot inside and the taste of her on her lips was too much. With horror, Rumi felt tears welling up in her eyes. She would never forgive her Omega for this. It was definitely just her Omega and not her that was about to burst into tears. "I don't want another Alpha," she blubbered. "I just want you."
"Oh, Rumi, don't cry," Mira said, panicked, cupping her cheek with one hand. "You have me. God, you have no idea how much you have me."
What? "Mira, really?" She sniffed, choking back another sob.
"Yeah. Absolutely. Rumi, you have no idea… I'll ask you again when I'm done being knot-addled, but… Will you be mine? My partner—my Mate?"
What?
"Yes," Rumi gasped as tears streamed down her cheeks. The Heat of shame began to melt away. Mira wanted her? Really wanted her?
"Fuck, Rumi," Mira whispered before she kissed her desperately, Rumi's fingers tangling in her hair. "You don't know how long I've wanted you—"
Every time Mira pulled away, she returned in a split second for another kiss. Rumi chased her lips, not wanting the feeling to end.
She knew for some time that Mira found her attractive, sure. And they were friends, but… The revelation that Mira actually wanted her as a Mate. Loved her like… Like she loved her. "Mira," she whined, feeling the tears start again.
"Rumi. Please—Don't cry." Mira kissed her above each eye. "Don't cry, my love."
My… Love? That just made Rumi cry even more.
Mira looked half-enamoured and half-horrified. She shushed her, brushing her tears away with her thumbs. And kissed her. Again and again.
Years later, when Jinu suggested telling the story as his toast at their wedding reception, Mira said, "Absolutely the fuck not."
But after some adjustments and some sanitizing (and Rumi asking her nicely), she agreed. Because how could she ever say no to Rumi?
Stupider things have worked, after all.