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It's 22:15 on a Saturday night, and Yoonji is just sitting down to eat a late dinner when the door to her apartment thumps open. Yoonji frowns. She hadn’t been expecting her roommate back yet - Jimin and Taehee had gone out to a party, and Jimin usually crashes at Tae’s apartment after parties. She usually shows up the next day, drags Yoonji out for brunch, and unloads some extremely juicy gossip onto her while Yoonji pretends to hate it and secretly revels in it. It’s an established routine now. Jimin never comes back the same night - that’s abnormal.

There’s a crash of dropped keys, a passionate swear-word, and then a loud bang as the door is slammed. Yoonji rolls her eyes and wonders how someone so petite can be so noisy. She doesn’t say any of that out loud, but it’s like Jimin knows anyway; she gives a loud, frustrated groan, and finally stomps into view.

Jimin looks slightly less well-put-together than usual, which is to say that she still looks absolutely stunning - but Yoonji knows her too well. Her makeup is smudged and her hair is falling out of its styling. She’s wearing a jacket that isn’t hers and doesn’t fit her or match her outfit, and looks like it might be Taehee’s. And, for some reason, sharply contrasting with her stunning appearance, she absolutely stinks.

It’s mostly her own, pleasant scent - her normal combination of Chanel perfume and hairspray and sweet flowers - but it’s unfortunately soured by pissed off, frustrated omegan pheromones, acrid and bitter like burnt hair. In addition, there’s a faint hint of male alpha pheromones clinging to her. Yoonji’s nose wrinkles. 

All signs point to a crappy hookup.

Jimin’s handbag hits the floor like it’s got bricks in it, and her shoes get kicked off messily, something Jimin almost never does. She shucks off her coat and scarf all at once, and throws them over the back of a chair instead of hanging them up.

A really crappy hookup, then. 

“Unnie,” Jimin groans when she sees her. “Cuddle me,” she demands.

Yoonji and Jimin have a routine for bad days and crappy hookups by now - Jimin has a bad day and demands attention, Yoonji makes a huge deal out of how Jimin is too needy and she should go bother someone else, all while doing everything Jimin asks of her, and then they talk shit or watch a movie or whatever. Today, however, when Jimin throws herself down on the couch, Yoonji catches the smell of genuine distress, and a little bit of pain. Yoonji frowns, and decides to mostly skip the bullshit.

“Jimin,” she greets, and moves her plate off her lap. Jimin recognises this as the invitation it is, and collapses onto the sofa. Her head doesn’t land in Yoonji’s lap, not like she would do with Hosook or Jungha, but it’s a near thing.  

“Pet me, Yoonji-unnie,” Jimin mumbles into the couch. 

Yoonji reaches out and gives her head a pat, carding through her bleached hair the way she likes. Jimin’s long eyelashes splay across her cheeks. They’re pretty, Yoonji thinks. She always thinks Jimin is pretty, really. At least, when she allows herself to notice.

“Your roots need doing,” Yoonji says instead of being serious, because she can’t skip all the bullshit. It wouldn’t be right.

“Ugh,” Jimin groans. “It’s so difficult.”

“Unnie will help you do it tomorrow,” Yoonji mumbles. “Now, what’s got you so upset?” she asks.

Jimin gives a long-suffering sigh and briefly buries her face in Yoonji’s sweatpants.
“It’s embarrassing, I don’t want to tell you,” Jimin mumbles right back. 

Yoonji scoffs lightly.

“More embarrassing than the time you accidentally dyed your hair neon orange and had to go to class like that?” Yoonji asks. 

Jimin slaps her on the leg. 

“I thought you agreed not to bring that up!” she whines. “It’s a different kind of embarrassing,” she says. Her scent spikes with genuine upset, and Yoonji decides it’s probably time to stop teasing. She gently pushes Jimin into a seated position so that they can have a real discussion; Jimin whines, but lets herself be pushed. 

“Tell noona what’s wrong,” she says softly. “Maybe I can help?”

Jimin’s cheeks tint pink and she looks away. 

“Not with this,” she mumbles.

Yoonji frowns, taking mild offence. She can help with anything. She helped Jungha through her lesbian sexuality crisis. She taught Namjoo how to cut vegetables without losing a limb. She built a kennel for Taehee’s dog in one weekend. She’s a very capable woman, and her alpha bristles at the mere idea that she can’t help Jimin. 

She’s fairly sure this isn’t the time to brag about her butch lesbian household and woodworking prowess, though, so she settles for reassurance. 

“It’s just me, Jimin-ah,” she says. “You’re upset, I want to help.”

Jimin opens her mouth to protest again, and Yoonji cuts her off.

“And if I really can’t help, maybe complaining will make you feel better,” she says with a nonchalant shrug. 

Jimin blinks for a moment, before huffing out a sigh, all the resistance leaving her body.

“You have to promise not to laugh,” she says seriously. “Pinkie promise.”

She holds up her (tiny, cute) pinkie, and from anyone else it could be childish, but this is Jimin. Yoonji links their pinkies and shakes solemnly. 

“I promise,” she says. Jimin nods, satisfied, then shifts uncomfortably. 

“So, you know Taehee broke up with that beta she was seeing?” Jimin begins.

“Mm.”

“Well, she decided we should go out clubbing because she wanted to hook up, and I thought it sounded fun because it's been a while since I had sex and, well, I'm horny," she says with a shrug, an admission that makes Yoonji's brain temporarily lag. "And it was going fine, y’know? There was this really hot alpha and we were getting on great, he was super into me, and Taehee picked up a guy too so we took them back to Taehee's and…" Jimin trails off. Alarmingly, her scent fills with shame and she curls into herself, looking miserable. 

Yoonji feels fear and anger rise in her like a wave. 

"Jimin-ah, what did he do? Do we need the police? Do I need to kill someone?" Yoonji asks seriously, just barely keeping the growl out of her voice. 

Jimin's eyes widen. 

"Oh my god, no!" she says quickly. "No, no, he didn't do anything without my consent, I promise, unnie," she reassures her, patting Yoonji's arm for good measure. "He didn’t hurt me," she says.

Yoonji manages to clear the red haze from her vision and retract her fangs, relief flooding through her body, but she does frown at that final comment, sensing a partial truth.

“I thought I could smell pain, though,” she says. “Just a little, but-” She stops and leans in and boldly takes a deep inhale of Jimin’s neck, making Jimin flush. 

This was, Yoonji thinks as the scent hits the back of her nose, an error in judgement - because this close, Jimin’s scent is much stronger, and even distressed, she smells almost too good to Yoonji. She tries to ignore that, and focuses on the subtleties of it. The notes of pain in Jimin’s scent are faint, but they’re definitely there. The perfume and hairspray complement Jimin’s sweet jasmine scent, but do absolutely nothing to mask the negative feelings still clinging to her skin - embarrassment, frustration, and the faint layer of stale, extinguished arousal underneath all that. Yoonji has a good nose, and she can tell by smell alone that Jimin’s hookup didn’t give her any release. Some little part of her alpha disapproves of this - dislikes the scent of an unsatisfied omega - and she makes a little rumble of dissatisfaction herself. She pulls back and realises Jimin has gone still.

“Sorry,” Yoonji says. Roommates and friends or not, she’d just shoved her face in an omega’s neck without asking. “That was rude, wasn’t it.”

“Ah, it’s okay,” Jimin says, rubbing her neck. “You probably can smell pain, but it’s not that bad, I promise,” she says, holding up a hand as if to stop Yoonji from interrupting again. “Let me finish the story and I’ll explain. I swear I’m fine.”

"Okay, good," Yoonji finally manages a proper exhale for the first time in a few minutes. She does, however, take Jimin's hand and interlocks their fingers, needing to hold her somehow. She actively tries to push out some kind of soothing reassurance with her scent. "Keep going."

Jimin looks away as she starts up again. 

"Alright. So Taehee and I took these guys back to her apartment and he was hot, so we were, y'know," she gestures vaguely. "Making out and stuff. But then we got to the actual hooking up, and this guy was… we weren’t the most compatible,” she says, fiddling awkwardly with the fingers that aren’t joined with Yoonji’s. “I like to be a bit in charge, y’know? A lot of alphas don’t like it, but it’s no fun if I don’t get to tell them what to do a little, ” she says, speaking more quickly as her nervousness fades and she gets into a flow. 

Yoonji nods, mouth going a little dry, because that’s kind of hot. She tries to hide it, and it must work because Jimin thankfully doesn’t seem to notice.

“He wouldn’t let me get on top at all , which was annoying because I was kind of in the mood for that, but whatever,” Jimin says. “And then we were naked and we were going to fuck and he started to try to… push in, y’know, and…” she bites her lip, nerves coming back full force. “He got inside okay, but as soon as his knot started to swell up, ah… I just couldn’t,” Jimin hides her face. “It was so painful, unnie, I literally shoved him off." Yoonji gasps softly; Jimin doesn't seem to hear it. "Every time I try to take a knot, it just hurts so much,” Jimin whines.

“What?” Yoonji asks. She’s a little shocked, unsure what to say. “Jimin-ah, it’s not supposed to hurt,” she says.

Jimin just whines again, embarrassment and shame pouring off her. 

“Stop that,” Yoonji says, aiming for soothing but missing the mark a little. “Stop feeling so ashamed, it’s not your fault if his knot was too big,” she says.

Jimin uncovers her face and flops into Yoonji’s shoulder.

“It wasn’t his knot. It’s not just that guy,” she says, muffled into Yoonji’s hoodie. “It’s every time, unnie. All alphas. I’ve never taken a knot. It hurts so bad,” she confesses. 

Yoonji blinks, frowning.

“It’s painful?” she asks, genuinely puzzled. “Every time?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jimin grumbles. Yoonji gives her a very gentle smack on the knee, and Jimin sighs, nodding in confirmation. 

“Every time,” she admits. “Sometimes I can’t get any of their dick in at all before it starts hurting, sometimes it’s fine. But not being able to take the knot? That’s every time," Jimin sighs. "And I do want their knots, unnie! I really want to be knotted!" Jimin complains passionately, oblivious to Yoonji choking on air. "But every single time I try, as soon as it starts, y’know -” she makes a swelling, growing motion with her hands “- that’s when I have to tell them to pull out. It’s horrible.” she says. 

Yoonji blinks. She knew that Jimin was rarely satisfied by her hookups - they’ve talked about it a few times, and Yoonji knows from scent alone that the only time she’s ever come home genuinely satisfied was when she had that brief friends-with-benefits situation with Namjoo - but Yoonji had always assumed that was because the alphas she was sleeping with were just plan old bad in bed. Not that Jimin had been in pain. She suppresses a growl, and tries to find something to say before Jimin takes her silence the wrong way.

“Wow, Jimin, that’s…” Yoonji says. “I don’t… How many times have you tried?” she says, then immediately realises how that sounds, and wow, she could honestly just smack herself. “Shit, that’s not what I-”

“I don’t need you to judge me,” Jimin snaps, rolling away from Yoonji on the couch. Yoonji grabs her shoulder to stop her from leaving.

“Wait, Jimin, I’m not judging you, I’m sorry,” Yoonji rushes out. “I just mean… Have you spoken to a doctor, Jimin-ah? This sounds like an actual medical problem, not just… alphas who suck in bed, or whatever.”

Jimin looks away, her face and scent still bright with anger and embarrassment. She twists her fingers, folding her legs up onto the couch to sit cross-legged, making herself smaller.

“I did ask my doctor,” she confesses. “She said it’s a real condition. It’s part physical and part psychological.” She says the last part bitterly, and Yoonji relates to the tone. There’s nothing quite like being told something is just in your head, even if it’s partially true. She takes Jimin’s hand again. 

“Explain it to me,” Yoonji says softly.

Jimin squirms uncomfortably.

“The doctor said-”

“No, I mean, tell me how it is for you. Not what the doctor says you should feel,” Yoonji says, looking Jimin in the eyes. Jimin blinks, and gives a tiny smile. 

“Okay,” she mumbles. She fidgets one more time, a little awkward still, then takes a deep breath and launches into a halting explanation.

“It’s… Okay, I don’t have this problem on my heat. I use toys for my heat. I don’t share my heat with any partners because of this problem, but I’ve never had pain when I’m getting off alone,” she says, shrugging awkwardly and avoiding eye contact. “The doctor said the physical part of the problem is my body ‘responding too strongly’ to penetration, aka freaking out and tensing up, which is painful because it means I’m too… clenched, I guess, to allow a knot,” Jimin explains, visibly rolling her eyes at the doctor’s phrasing. “And then the next time I try to take a knot it happens again because it’s happened before. I’m expecting the pain, so I get nervous and tense up even more, which makes it worse. That’s the psychological part of it,” she says.

“Is it… always that bad?” Yoonji asks carefully. 

Jimin looks up at Yoonji, surveying her reactions. She picks awkwardly at her nail polish, but she does answer. 

“I’ve noticed that when the alpha and I make out for a long time, or I’m really turned on, then it’s okay. If they don’t turn me on enough, or if we move too fast to the -” she flails a little “- the main event - don’t look at me like that, unnie. If that happens, then I can’t take any part of them,” she finishes. “I don’t know what the problem is. It’s not like I simply don’t like penetration! I love it!” she rants passionately. “But most alphas… the second they start to knot, it just hurts.”

Jimin exhales and sinks back into the couch cushions, perhaps hiding herself a little from the very… open conversation. 

Yoonji frowns, deep in thought, but Jimin must not realise that’s what she's doing because she twitches uncomfortably, starting to extract herself from the couch pile. 

“Sorry, that was a TMI,” she laughs awkwardly.

“No it wasn’t, Jimin-ah, I literally asked,” Yoonji says, holding her gently in place. “I’m just thinking about your problem.”

“Thinking about me not being able to take a knot,” Jimin says flatly, which makes Yoonji blush violently red. She wasn’t thinking like that. Something about Jimin’s tone puts images into her head. She shakes them off. 

“That’s kind of a requirement for solving this problem, Jimin-ah,” she says dryly. Jimin scowls, but stops actively trying to leave, and so Yoonji goes back to her problem-solving mindset and turns the information over in her head a few times. 

“You said you didn’t have pain when you were really turned on?” she says.

“Yeah,” Jimin mumbles. “If the alpha was really into, like, foreplay stuff, then it was easier,” she says, and that's interesting.

A spark catches in Yoonji’s brain; gears start turning.

“How often do the alphas you’re hooking up with actually do foreplay properly? Like, how often do they take the time to make sure you’re ready?”

Jimin looks a little confused, so Yoonji goes on. 

“Like, are you doing foreplay just as like, Step Two of Sex? Touch a boob, kiss a bit, repeat for five minutes until he’s desperate to get his knot wet? How often do you do foreplay until you’re desperate for it?” Yoonji queries. 

Jimin’s cheeks heat and she scowls, embarrassed.
“I don’t know, never? Isn’t foreplay just a step of sex?” Jimin says. 

Yoonji has a sudden urge to create and distribute sex education pamphlets, and also to shake Jimin by the shoulders and tell her to raise her standards. (Although, that’s not a new urge to Yoonji. Some of Jimin and Taehee’s early hookup stories are wild, in hilariously terrible ways.)

“I mean, yeah, but for a lot of women, foreplay is essential to make sure they get wet enough,” Yoonji explains. “Some women can’t have sex unless they’re totally, a hundred percent turned on. Maybe that’s what’s happening to you,” she says. 

“I’m an omega woman, unnie, it’s not hard to get wet,” Jimin says bluntly. By some miracle, Yoonji manages to hold back her reaction to that, which would’ve been a loud coughing fit and violent blush.

“Being wet isn’t the only part of it, Jimin-ah,” Yoonji says. “It’s about being wet and being turned on. It relaxes your muscles inside so that you can take more. I know I can’t take a strap if I’m not genuinely into it,” Yoonji says with a shrug. 

Jimin blushes at that, which is kind of cute, but she seems to perk up.

“You really have the same problem, unnie?” she asks hopefully. 

“Eh, not quite,” Yoonji says, wanting to be honest but not wanting to give her false hope. “I don’t like guys, especially not alpha guys,” she says, wrinkling her nose involuntarily. “But one of my omega exes was into using a strap, and if she didn’t…. warm me up properly, then it wasn’t exactly comfortable,” Yoonji says. "Maybe not as bad as it apparently is for you, but yeah."

Jimin mulls that over for a moment, brow furrowing. Yoonji watches her chew her glossed lip for a long moment, and then Jimin drops her head into her hands.

“I don’t know if that solution helps,” she sighs. “I mean where am I going to find an alpha to fuck that’s actually going to take all that time? I have no idea how long it’ll take for me to ‘warm up’ to it,” she says, making air quotes as she gets more worked up. “Like, it could be hours! ” she wails dramatically. Yoonji swats her lightly. 

“If it takes hours, then it takes hours,” Yoonji says, shrugging her shoulders a little. “If that’s what your body needs.”

“Wow, thanks, unnie,” Jimin grumbles. “Again, where am I going to find an alpha who’s actually willing to take hours just… touching me and kissing my neck, or whatever?” she asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow. “Most alphas just want to get their knots wet, you tell me that all the time! And anyway,” she says, deflating a little. “I don’t know if I’d trust anyone enough to try.”

The statement hangs in the air for a moment, and then;

“What if I helped?” Yoonji blurts out. 

It takes Yoonji a second to realise she’s said it; she hears it like it came out of someone else’s mouth.  

“You- What?” Jimin asks, blinking. The two women stare at each other, both growing steadily pinker in the face. 

“I- what if I helped?” Yoonji stutters, but commits to it. She’s not one to back down or backtrack, and she sets her shoulders. Theoretically, she still has time to divert, to tell Jimin she means that she’s going to offer tips, or toy recommendations, or set her up on a date or something, but none of that feels right. Most of those options don’t occur to Yoonji at all. Her tongue bulldozes ahead of her brain. “I mean… I have a knot, you know,” she says awkwardly. She cringes at herself even as she says it; she feels like the world's least effective fuckboy. “What if we…”

“What if we had sex?” Jimin finishes for her.

“Yeah,” Yoonji mumbles awkwardly. “Just this once, just to… to prove to your body that you can handle a knot?”

Yoonji is probably one more sentence away from serious injury with how hard this is making her blush, but she’s started now. She can’t backtrack, and she doesn’t think she wants to. And for some reason, Jimin hasn’t slapped her and called her a knothead. She hasn’t called her a creep. If anything, she looks intrigued; she tilts her pretty blonde head in interest, and her scent isn’t souring. It’s actually quite a positive response, and it spurs Yoonji on to keep talking. 

“We could… we could do lots of foreplay to make sure you’re actually ready, and, uh, my knot isn’t as big as a male alpha’s would be anyway so it wouldn’t be as difficult-”

Jimin snorts quietly, and Yoonji would be offended if she didn’t know Jimin would never seriously laugh at her.

“Training knot,” Jimin giggles.

Yoonji doesn’t laugh. Somehow, the concept of being Jimin's practice toy is… weirdly hot, to Yoonji. 

“Yeah,” she croaks. “Training knot,” she says, cracking a little grin of her own. More seriously, she continues. “And we trust each other, so you know I’d never hurt you, or do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Jimin sobers and nods seriously. She pauses, turning it over in her mind, for long enough that Yoonji gets a little nervous. 

“Well, if I consider the evidence... You definitely have a knot,” Jimin begins, starting a count on her little ringed fingers. “And your ex always gave you rave reviews,” she says, smirking. 

Yoonji’s eyebrows fly up..

“You talked to her about my knot?” she asks, alarmed. She’s not sure if she’s comfortable with that.

“No, unnie, I just heard her. Through the walls,” Jimin says pointedly, making Yoongi laugh awkwardly. Jimin ignores her and puts her fingers back up.

“Plus, y’know, it’s been a while since I’ve actually been satisfied by a hookup,” Jimin says, mostly to herself, as she holds up another finger. “And you’re not exactly hard to look at,” she mumbles. 

Yoonji blinks in surprise. She didn’t know Jimin had been looking at her like that. She’s always thought Jimin was pretty, but she’s tried not to let that seep into their friendship at all. If Jimin’s been looking back, though…

Yoonji pulls her eyes away from Jimin’s hands to finally look her in the eyes, and realises Jimin’s staring at her too. They’re both sitting straighter, more alert than they had been. Jimin’s throat bobs as she visibly swallows. The scent of their combined interest seeps into the air.

“It might get weird, unnie,” Jimin says, reasonably, even as she inches a little closer to Yoonji on the couch. “We live together.”

“True,” Yoonji says, eyes locked on Jimin’s face that’s slowly leaning closer. “But…

“But what?” Jimin murmurs, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Yoonji can’t help following the movement. 

“But it might not,” Yoonji reasons quietly. 

Jimin’s glossy lips quirk into a smile. 

“Good enough for me,” Jimin says, and then she’s kissing her. 

Their mouths clash awkwardly at first, because Yoonji gasps in surprise just as Jimin’s lips connect with hers. Yoonji’s eyes stay open for a moment before she relaxes into it, just long enough to catch a glimpse of long dark eyelashes fluttering shut. She shuts her own eyes quickly, and readjusts their kiss. Their lips align correctly, and they both sink into the kiss, losing themselves quickly in the sensation. Any and all reservations or worries Yoonji might have had about hooking up with her good friend and roommate simply melt away under Jimin’s sweet scent and soft lips. Yoonji’s hand comes up to steady Jimin as she leans over her, holding tight onto Jimin’s waist and shoulder, and Jimin’s cute hands sink into Yoonji’s hair, twisting fistfuls of the glossy strands almost straight away. Jimin’s tinted lip gloss smears across their joined mouths, and when Yoonji darts her tongue out to deepen the kiss, it tastes of raspberries and of something distinctly Jimin. 

Yoonji shifts, leaning back against the arm of the couch, and gently tugs Jimin back with her so that she’s on top of her. Jimin crawls over her, pressing her firmly into the cushions and straddling her lap. It’s not something she’d expected from making out with Jimin, but at the same time it is - now that it’s happening, it seems so obvious that Jimin would try to push her around a little. As much as she wants to try and keep her cool here, Yoonji’s breath catches in her chest as she kisses her. She loves it when girls try to push her around. 

They keep kissing. Something about the weight of Jimin on Yoonji’s lap and her hands in her hair makes Yoonji whine involuntarily, causing Jimin to smirk into her mouth. She presses her weight more firmly down over Yoonji’s lap, and Yoonji’s hands slide down the curve of her waist to grab two handfuls of plump ass pretty much on instinct. She’s about to apologise - this isn’t exactly a typical hook-up, and she didn’t exactly ask first - but as soon as Yoonji’s long fingers squeeze the meat of her ass, Jimin moans like it's been shocked out of her. Her scent warms with arousal, and so Yoonji does it again. 

“Oh, you like that a lot,” Yoonji comments, because she can’t help herself. She squeezes again and this time Jimin’s eyelashes flutter shut with the sensation. Yoonji grins. She loves this part of hooking up with someone new - working out what gets them going, and exploring their reactions.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” Jimin grumbles. “Everyone wants to grab my ass, I’ve practically been Pavlovian conditioned into liking my ass grabbed,” she says, looking dismissive - but the way her cheeks are steadily turning pink makes Yoonji smirk and squeeze harder.

Jimin bristles. 

“You’ll have to work harder than that to get me off,” she declares.

Yoonji’s smirk only grows.

“Okay,” she says, and abruptly pushes Jimin off her lap. 

“Hey!” Jimin cries as she falls back against the couch. Yoonji grabs her hand and pulls her up.

“Come on,” Yoonji says, tugging Jimin through their little apartment and towards her bedroom. The little mirror in the hallway shows a brief glimpse of Yoonji’s face, shining and smeared with Jimin’s pink sparkly lip gloss. 

As soon as they’re through the bedroom door, Yoonji lets go of Jimin’s hand. She crowds her backwards a few steps, then gives her a firm push on the shoulders. Jimin lands on the bed with a grunt, some of the air knocked out of her lungs.

“Rude,” Jimin pouts, and grabs Yoonji’s wrist. She tugs her closer, and pulls hard enough that Yoonji falls forward onto the bed, on top of Jimin. Jimin wastes no time in resuming their kiss, plush lips working against Yoonji’s, and one of her hands reaches behind Yoonji to squeeze her ass this time. Yoonji hums, not having as strong a reaction to that as Jimin does. She presses her into the pillows a little more, giving in to the urge to nip at Jimin’s lip. Jimin whines, then bites her back harder, and Yoonji groans a little, low in her throat.

“You like a little pain, unnie?” Jimin asks, just a little too curious and too breathy to maintain their usual level of teasing and bullshit. 

Yoonji doesn’t answer. Maybe she does like a little pain, but right now she’s much more focused on making sure Jimin feels good. She lowers her full weight onto Jimin, straddling her lap in a mirror of their earlier position, and moves her kisses from Jimin’s lips down towards her jaw. When she reaches Jimin’s earlobe she sucks at it, ever-so-gently bites at the pierced shell of her ear, tugs at her hoop earring a little, pulling a soft gasp from Jimin. She pulls away briefly in order to slide Jimin’s shirt off, flinging it in the vague direction of the clothes chair in the corner, and then presses her lips back to Jimin’s quickly, before swiftly moving to her neck.  

Yoonji takes her time kissing her way down Jimin’s neck, revelling in the gasps and groans she pulls from her. She presses open mouthed kisses to the thin skin of her throat, lightly pulling at it with her teeth. As she moves to the side of her neck, closer to her scent gland, she uses her teeth a little more - partly intentional, to drive Jimin crazy; and partly instinct, because she just can't help it. Jimin smells incredible here, the powerful pheromone scent of her slowly-building arousal practically vibrating the air this close to her scent gland. Yoonji shoves her nose into it boldly, inhaling deep enough to make her head spin. Jimin smells delicious, and Yoonji can’t resist a taste. She places her teeth around the sensitive gland, nestled between her neck and shoulder, and licks across it in a teasing imitation of a mating bite, putting just enough pressure on the little raised bump of it to make Jimin whine and squirm. Jimin practically melts, limbs going weak briefly, which makes Yoonji want to linger here for hours until Jimin is a puddle, but she moves on. She makes a mental note to come back, though. 

Yoonji continues her track down Jimin’s neck, and when she gets to her collarbone, she can’t resist giving it a little bite. Jimin doesn't react as much to that, so she doesn't linger on it, focusing entirely on learning what wrings the most shivers and gasps from the omega. 

Although Yoonji’s mission is to make Jimin feel as good as she possibly can even if that means ignoring her own arousal in the process, when she finally gets to Jimin’s breasts, she lets herself indulge. She’s tried so hard not to stare at these for years, and now that she’s allowed, she’s going to take full advantage. Yoonji releases Jimin’s waist to grab them with both hands, squeezing to her heart’s content. Her trail of kisses passes across the rounded tops of her boobs, nipping at the soft flesh. Jimin, apparently recovered from Yoonji’s ministrations over her scent gland, giggles breathlessly.

“I knew you liked these,” she says, preening and pushing her tits together with her shoulders, pressing them into Yoonji’s hands. “I’ve caught you looking so many times, unnie,” she giggles. She's trying on purpose to be sexy right now, even though Yoonji knows Jimin, knows she's not really like that. Still, it's working way too well on her, and it's kind of pissing Yoonji off that it does work. Yoonji suppresses a growl, fingers flexing into the soft flesh of Jimin's tits.  

“Of course I like them,” Yoonji grumbles, scowling. “I have eyes and I like women, what am I supposed to think, aish.”

Jimin starts smirking, and Yoonji does not want to hear whatever tease is on her lips. She pulls the lace cup of Jimin’s bra down and licks across her nipple, flicking the other one with her fingers. The smirk slides off Jimin’s face as whatever taunt or tease she had prepared turns into a moan, and now Yoonji would be the one grinning if her mouth wasn’t busy. She completely fails to resist the urge to bury her face in Jimin’s tits, but somehow she does manage not to motorboat her, and instead tugs at the band of the bra. Jimin gets the message, and unclasps it, flinging it across the room.  

When Jimin’s tits spill out, Yoonji has to bite her lip to stop herself from saying something embarrassingly horny. Jimin has been wearing a pushup bra, which is entirely unnecessary given the size of them, because they’re big - bigger than a handful, and nicely shaped. Yoonji’s pretty sure Jimin just likes the drama, the effect of them when she wears pushup bras. She can’t really complain about being on the receiving end of that effect, because it’s certainly worked on her - Yoonji just wants them in her mouth.

Once again, she doesn’t bother to hold back; she bends down and puts her mouth on one breast, and grabs the other one. She teases one nipple lightly with her tongue, testing Jimin’s response. Jimin reacts exactly as Yoonji had hoped, with a full body twitch and a low groan, and so Yoonji works her tongue harder. She teases the other nipple with her fingers with gentle, feather-light motions.

“More,” Jimin complains, trying to push her chest into Yoonji’s hand. “Unnie, you’re teasing,” she whines. Yoonji smirks around her mouthful of Jimin’s tits, and doesn’t change anything she’s doing. If Jimin is already complaining and asking for more, then she can get her begging. And god, does she want Jimin to beg. She wants Jimin so worked up, so desperate for her touch, that she can’t think of anything else. She wants Jimin totally overwhelmed, wet and whining and so far past ready for her knot that she forgets to even anticipate any pain.

Yoonji’s mind flashes with vivid images of Jimin writhing on her knot, and heat sinks into her belly. Her dick throbs, finally making its presence known, but she ignores it in favour of spending more time lavishing attention on Jimin’s tits with her hands and mouth, nipping and touching at them until they’re littered with little red suck marks that might turn into hickeys later. 

Yoonji pauses her ministrations for a moment when she realises that Jimin is starting to squirm ever so slightly, hips twitching just a little, searching for stimulation and not finding any. She takes pity on her, slides her knee in between Jimin’s legs slowly, and Jimin gasps sharply as Yoonji’s thigh comes into contact with her pussy, separated by several layers of fabric. Yoonji leans up to get a better view of her face. She slowly presses the firm muscle of her thigh right into the join of Jimin’s legs and rubs at her nipple again, and watches as her full, pretty lips part around a quiet moan. Jimin makes the sweetest noises underneath her; she could honestly do this all day. 

Yoonji grabs at Jimin’s waist, at the love handles, and pulls her down onto her knee so that she can grind better, and marvels at the shape of it beneath her fingers. Yoonji thinks most male alphas are complete blockheads for a lot of reasons, but they’re particularly stupid for the way they allegedly only pay attention to either Jimin’s tits or her ass. They’re both perfect specimens of ass and tits, but privately, Yoonji’s always thought Jimin’s best feature was her waist. The way her narrow ribcage slopes down into her little waist and curves back out into rounded hips and a perfect ass, the way Jimin’s tummy has defined muscle but still never quite loses that little softness below the navel; it makes Yoonji feel hot all over, a little out of control. Jimin has some unfortunate negative opinions on that soft area; Yoonji mostly just wants to bite it. A memory flits through Yoonji’s mind of the time they’d gone to a club with Jimin wearing a belly chain - Yoonji had to apply her scent blockers early because it was driving her insane to the point where she couldn’t control her scent. Now that she’s got Jimin’s tummy in front of her and blanket permission to touch,  she finally takes the chance to  sink her teeth in, and it’s everything she’d dreamt of. 

Eventually, however, Jimin’s responsive fidgeting ramps up. Her hips start to move a little faster, pressing harder against Yoonji’s thigh. She moves a certain way and something about the angle must change, because she gasps and grinds down harder. Yoonji experimentally pushes her knee into Jimin, and Jimin keens. She works herself against Yoonji’s knee, and Yoonji can’t work out what made Jimin get so much louder so suddenly until Jimin readjusts and Yoonji realises that it must be the seam of her jeans pressing into her clit. She can’t stop herself from grinning about it.

“Do you want me to take your pants off, or are you having more fun grinding on my leg?” Yoonji asks, cocking her head. 

Jimin somehow manages to grind her hips and glare at the same time.

“You were taking too long, I thought I’d try and remind you why we’re here,” she retorts, but nonetheless starts undoing her jeans. 

“You’re very impatient, Jimin-ah,” Yoonji hums, yanking the waistband down and peeling the skinny jeans off Jimin’s legs to reveal her panties - pretty peach lace, noticeably damp at the crotch. It makes arousal flare within Yoonji - partly because Jimin is almost completely naked underneath her and she’s gorgeous, but also because of the visual confirmation that she really is turning Jimin on. She strokes her fingers across the delicate lace admiringly, and watches Jimin twitch almost imperceptibly. 

“Shut up,” Jimin grumbles.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to someone who’s about to eat your pussy,” Yoonji says bluntly, just for the way Jimin’s eyes widen and her flushed cheeks darken slightly. She takes the hair tie from around her wrist and quickly ties her hair back in a short ponytail, and makes sure to keep eye contact with Jimin as she lowers herself down and presses a light kiss over the dampest part of Jimin’s panties, then slides them down her hips and off. 

For all that she’s enjoying teasing Jimin, Yoonji doesn’t waste much time now - she spreads Jimin’s labia with the hand that’s not holding her in place, and licks across her folds. She’s soft and slightly salty under Yoonji’s tongue, and Yoonji presses wide, flat licks into her, making her gasp. Yoonji can do better than gasps, though. She points her tongue a little and directs it at Jimin’s clit, circling it and gently sucking at it, experimenting with sensations until finally-

“Unnie!” Jimin moans above her. 

That’s more like it, Yoonji thinks, and presses a little harder. She dips her tongue down into Jimin’s entrance, tasting all the wetness gathering there. Jimin responds with a cry of pleasure, and grabs Yoonji’s ponytail like it’s a handle, tugging sharply and making Yoonji groan back at her. Her nose pushes into Jimin’s clit, which makes Jimin push up into the pressure. Jimin’s sweet scent is everywhere, here, and it’s making Yoonji’s head spin. 

Yoonji eats Jimin out until she’s whining again, and the noises she makes are driving Yoonji insane. She’d started out precise, calculated, but as she keeps going she finds herself getting messier. She licks at Jimin’s folds sloppily, the combination of slick and spit soaking everything from Yoonji’s chin to Jimin’s thighs. Eventually, between the constant scent of Jimin’s slick and the pussy eating, she starts to get light-headed, and pulls up for air. On her way up, she stops to bite gently at Jimin’s thigh, right on the soft fatty part. Jimin has occasionally expressed insecurities about her thighs - about her body in general - and Yoonji has always been utterly unable to comprehend why. Jimin’s thick thighs are to die for. She’s been dying to sink her teeth into this spot for… probably much longer than she should, really, given that they’re only roommates. Yoonji bites gently into it and can’t help groaning a little as her teeth sink into the flesh. She marks the spot with a hickey, a little claim to satisfy her alpha side that has the added benefit of making Jimin keen and squirm. 

“Tell me what you want next,” Yoonji says, pushing herself up on her arms to hover over Jimin. “Do you want my mouth again, or my fingers?”

Jimin is a picture - she’s flushed from her head to her chest, lips bitten red and her hair a mess, one hand on her chest where she’s been toying with her nipples as Yoonji ate her out. Yoonji’s mouth honestly waters at the sight of her. Jimin props herself up on her elbows and knocks Yoonji with her knee.

“Neither,” Jimin says. “Unnie, please, I want to try your dick now,” she urges, trying to tug Yoonji into a better position. Yoonji resists. 

“Not yet,” Yoonji chides gently, squeezing Jimin’s thigh.

“I’m ready, please,” Jimin whines.

“Not yet,” Yoonji repeats firmly. Jimin kicks her with her heel and grumbles, trying to pull her closer with her legs, but Yoonji isn’t going to be moved. Even though Jimin is squirming and trying to roll her hips against the bedsheets for stimulation, Yoonji still wants to push her further - she wants Jimin absolutely desperate before she tries to knot her, and she won’t settle for anything less. She moves to put her face between Jimin’s legs again, but Jimin stops her with a hand to her shoulder.

“Wait, unnie,” she says. “Can you take your clothes off? I want to see you, at least,” she pouts.

Yoonji blinks. She was so focused on Jimin’s pleasure that she hadn’t even realised she was still fully clothed. She’s not exactly dressed to impress, in her baggy black t-shirt and black sweatpants and hair haphazardly tugged into a ponytail. It’s a big contrast to Jimin, fully naked and painted pink from the chest up where she’s flushed with arousal, and in little patches where hickeys will start showing up soon. Yoonji licks her lips unconsciously, and nods.

“Okay,” she says easily, and pulls her shirt over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, and Jimin visibly perks up as her tits are revealed. The sweatpants come off pretty quickly too, leaving Yoonji in just her underwear. They’re not pretty lacy ones like Jimin’s, or even respectable plain fabric - they’re old and comfy and patterned with little cartoon sushi. She’d bought them because they were cute, but with the way her dick is straining against the fabric, darkening where the head is leaking precome steadily, they look more than a little obscene. Yoonji feels herself start to blush, but Jimin doesn’t seem to give a shit; she sits up, grabbing Yoonji by the hips in a bold move that’s honestly wildly arousing. She slides her hands down Yoonji’s hips and pushes the panties down, the waistband briefly catching on Yoonji’s dick and making her gasp with the sensation. Yoonji’s dick bounces on the release, and Jimin makes a quiet groan.

“Unnie, I want that in me,” she says, staring openly and squeezing her thighs together for pressure in a motion that looks involuntary. Yoonji's dick is, admittedly, probably perfect for this situation - not as big as a male alpha's dick would be and not so thick that it would be a strain, but angled nicely and thick enough to feel good. At the base is a little band of loose skin where her knot will eventually swell; at the tip, a bead of precome pearls up. Yoonji holds back a noise as Jimin’s fingers sneak closer to it and stroke the skin close to the base - not properly touching, just teasing. 

“Not yet,” Yoonji says, voice strained. “I have to make sure you’re ready,” she reminds Jimin. She’s also maybe trying to remind herself a little bit. There’s only so much she can take of her gorgeous omega roommate squirming with pleasure underneath her and then pouting as she’s denied her cock. Jimin drops her head back and groans.

“Unnie, please,” she whines. When Yoonji doesn’t react, she changes tactics. “I just want you to feel good too. I know I can take it, you’re not too big,” she says, and she sounds so pleased about that fact that Yoonji’s alpha ego isn’t even bruised. “Even if my body does start being weird and you can’t knot me, I know I’ll enjoy it,” Jimin says. 

She presses a kiss to Yoonji’s neck, making her shiver. Yoonji gently pushes Jimin back against the pillows and pulls her thighs apart, and pets her fingers across Jimin’s pussy. She gathers the wetness that’s coating the entirety of Jimin’s inner thighs, slicking her fingers up nicely, and then strokes at Jimin’s clit. Jimin gasps, and Yoonji presses harder. 

“There’s nothing wrong with your body, Jimin-ah,” Yoonji reassures her quietly. “People just need to give you a little special attention,” she mumbles, because it’s true. “You deserve it,” she whispers, because that’s true too.

Jimin whines at the praise, yanking Yoonji down by the back of the neck to pull her into a fierce kiss. Jimin’s scent is a thick cloud in the air, her pheromones betraying just how aroused she really is. It’s working Yoonji up too, the two of them feeding off each other in a cycle. Her legs wrap around Yoonji, pulling her close and stopping her from pulling away, but that’s the last thing on Yoonji’s mind right now as their lips move together. 

“You taste like me,” Jimin breathes, in a brief pause. Her pupils are blown dark, and she looks wrecked; Yoonji feels a surge of pride. “And you smell so good,” Jimin groans, tipping her head into Yoonji’s neck. She presses a wet kiss to her throat, sucking at the skin, and Yoonji gasps. The vice grip of Jimin’s legs has effectively trapped the hand that’s between Jimin’s legs, and so she resumes touching her as best she can, but it’s difficult to maintain a rhythm when Jimin’s sucking on her neck like that. 

“Thought you smelled good the day I met you,” Jimin murmurs between kisses. “You smell so alpha , unnie. Almost went into heat the first week we lived together, your scent is so strong,” she says breathlessly. Yoonji feels dizzy; she’d had no idea Jimin had ever had any non-platonic thoughts about her at all before today. This is the second time now that Jimin has mentioned being attracted to Yoonji before today, and it’s making Yoonji’s brain whirl.

“Jimin,” she pants, trying to convey her desire, her desperation, something through her voice, but Jimin sucks over her scent gland and Yoonji’s mind goes utterly blank. Yoonji can’t help it when she grinds her cock down into Jimin’s soft lower belly, and groans loudly.

“Inside, please,” Jimin begs. “You want it too,” she says, nipping at Yoonji’s neck, and Yoonji gives in. 

Yoonji carefully slides one finger into Jimin’s entrance, watching closely for any signs of pain. She knows she’s not going to find any, however - Jimin’s so wet that it’s actually hard to go slowly, index finger slipping in too quickly. She adds another finger, and Jimin whines. Yoonji freezes, thinking she’s hurting her, but Jimin slaps at her shoulder impatiently.

“More,” she says, grinding down against Yoonji’s fingers. Her hips bump against Yoonji’s hard cock, and Yoonji drops her head against Jimin’s chest and takes a deep breath. She adds a third finger immediately, and this is so much faster than she was intending to go, but both Yoonji and Jimin are getting desperate now. Yoonji’s so hard it hurts, and Jimin’s hitching gasps and quiet pleas are driving her insane. 

“Are you ready?” Yoonji asks, scissoring her fingers experimentally. Jimin actually rolls her eyes. 

“I’ve been ready for the past half an hour,” Jimin snaps.

“Don’t sue me for being cautious,” Yoonji says. “I just want to make sure you’re-”

“Shut up,” Jimin cuts her off. Abruptly, Jimin pushes her over in a surprising show of strength and pins her against the pillows. She throws her leg over Yoonji’s hips, straddling her lap, and Yoonji wasn’t expecting this but she’s really, really not complaining. “I want you now,” she says, trying to glare at Yoonji but coming out a little whiny. “I’m dripping, unnie, look,” she says, grabbing her hand and pushing Yoonji’s fingers against her pussy again. Yoonji swallows hard. Jimin exaggerated a little bit - she’s not quite dripping yet - but she’s not far off it. Yoonji would think it’s a performance if it wasn’t for the way she squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head forward, completely focused on rocking her clit against Yoonji’s thigh. Jimin lifts herself up to reposition herself and grinds against Yoonji’s thigh again, this time fully in control of the motion, and whines like she doesn't realise she's doing it. Yoonji’s leg twitches, knocking Jimin forward a little, enabling Yoonji’s bare cock to slip against Jimin’s entrance and that’s it, she can’t take it any more.

“Okay,” Yoonji hears herself saying. Jimin’s head snaps up to attention, eyes glassy with arousal. “Okay, yeah, let’s do this,” she breathes. She gently pushes Jimin off her lap and nudges her to lie back own. She gives her a hard kiss as she re-settles her on the pillows, and lines the head of her cock up with Jimin’s entrance. Jimin rocks down, pushing herself slightly onto Yoonji’s cock before Yoonji even begins to push forwards herself, and the sudden heat and wetness makes Yoonji gasp. 

Yoonji intended to go slowly, to minimise the chances of causing Jimin any pain, but now that Jimin’s underneath her, literally begging her to go faster, she’s powerless to resist. Her plan goes out the window, and she sinks steadily into Jimin like she’s lowering herself into a hot bath, and they both sigh with pleasure. 

“Don’t tell me that you’re about to knot, when it’s time,” Jimin tells her, managing to shake the glassy desire from her eyes just long enough to meet Yoonji’s eyes and speak. “Just… don’t warn me, don’t let me overthink it,” she says. 

Yoonji just nods, and starts to move.

Jimin is so wet around Yoonji that there’s almost no friction at all, and yet she still cries out when Yoonji is sheathed all the way inside her. Yoonji can’t speak, can’t think, just starts to fuck into her - slow and shallow strokes at first, then deeper when Jimin slaps her side and tells her to hurry up, give her more. Before she knows it, she’s pounding into her. Yoonji is vaguely aware that she’s making this embarrassing little grunting sound with every hard thrust into Jimin, and whispering sweet, horny nonsense into Jimin’s neck where Yoonji has buried her face, but when it’s making Jimin smell so strongly of arousal and of the satisfaction of an omega that’s getting what she wants? Yoonji doesn’t care at all.

“So perfect, Jimin-ah,” she mumbles, almost inaudible against Jimin’s skin. “So good for me.”

Fucking Jimin is going to destroy Yoonji’s brain, she knows this. Yoonji loves sex. She loves the sounds omegas make under her, and the scent of their arousal. She should’ve figured that combining those things with Jimin would ruin her forever. As she clings onto Jimin’s pretty waist and uses it to pull her closer onto her cock, all she can think about is doing this again and again, any and every time Jimin asks her to, maybe forever. She tries to shake those thoughts out of her head - you’re friends, this is a favour - but it’s no use. So she buries herself to the hilt in Jimin’s pussy and tries to lose herself completely in Jimin’s scent and sounds.

Jimin clenches around Yoonji’s cock, trying to increase the pressure and stimulation, and Yoonji helps her out - she put a hand between their hips and starts to rub at Jimin’s clit as best she can while still fucking her. Jimin keens loudly, and grabs at Yoonji’s shoulder blades. Her pretty, glossy nails dig in hard, and Yoonji groans as the sharp pain makes her dick twitch.
“Oh, you liked that,” Jimin pants. She digs her nails in again, scratches down Yoonji’s back, and Yoonji has to take a deep breath and try not to come. She’s not going to last as long as she wants to. Jimin lets one hand slip down her shoulders and grabs at Yoonji’s tits, rubbing her thumb over the nipple and squeezing the little handful of flesh. It’s like a thread of electricity connecting Yoonji’s tits to her dick gets shocked, and the rhythm of her hips starts to get erratic.

“So gorgeous, Jimin-ah,” she mutters into her neck. “Could do this all day, all week, so good for me,” she says, barely aware she’s even speaking. For once in their lives, Jimin doesn’t snark at her - they’re both far too preoccupied. Instead, she clenches around Yoonji’s cock and rolls her hips, stimulating them both in an entirely new way. Yoonji bites back a cry as she feels her knot slowly start to swell. 

As requested, she doesn’t tell Jimin that she’s started to knot - but she wants to. She wants to whisper filth into Jimin’s ear about knotting her - locking them together and pumping her full of her come, so full she reeks of Yoonji’s scent for weeks. She ruts her hips faster in response to her own fantasies, listening to Jimin’s pleasured groans growing louder and louder. There’s not even a trace of pain in her scent so far, so Yoonji keeps going even as her knot swells bigger.

“Oh, shit,” Jimin gasps, sounding excited. “I can feel it, you’re…” she cuts off with a moan. She clenches intentionally around the growing stretch of the knot, making Yoonji cry out from the stimulation. She keeps fucking into Jimin, movements getting erratic as the pleasure starts to overwhelm her, and feels her knot start to catch on her entrance. She’s not going to be able to move soon if she doesn’t want to hurt Jimin - her knot is getting towards it’s full size. In order to make sure Jimin stays fully distracted and fully aroused, no possibility for pain, she turns her head into Jimin’s neck and sucks biting kisses around her sensitive scent gland. It’s half desire to provide Jimin with pleasure, and half an attempt to distract herself from her own, trying to stop herself from fully knotting right now.

Something Yoonji had forgotten, though, is just how sensitive Jimin’s scent gland is. As soon as Yoonji’s lips seal around the little raised bump, Jimin shouts; she writhes underneath her like something out of a wild fantasy, her back arching as she tries to press herself both upwards into Yoonji’s mouth and downwards onto her cock.

“Yoonji, god,” Jimin pants. “There, fuck, please,” she gets out through gasping cries. Yoonji can’t respond with her mouth busy sucking a hickey into Jimin’s neck, and just drinks in Jimin’s gasps and whimpers and hitching cries. “Harder, please,” Jimin begs, and Yoonji can’t deny Jimin what she wants. She thrusts in faster and deeper, sweating with both the exertion and the sheer effort of not coming. The coil of tension in her belly feels like a spring about to snap. She lifts her head up to look at Jimin - flushed pink and shining with sweat, vibrating with pleasure, and her teeth start to ache - something Yoonji has never felt before. Jimin looks up at her, eyes hazy and pleading.

“Alpha,” she whines, and Yoonji can’t handle it. She lets go. 

Before she realises she’s doing it, she’s collapsing on top of Jimin, knot buried inside her and teeth in her shoulder. Jimin almost screams as she starts to come, legs pulling her in closer and nails digging into Yoonji so hard they must be drawing blood. Yoonji tries her best to keep moving, keep up the cause of Jimin’s pleasure, but her knot fully expands the moment Jimin comes, and it doesn’t take more than a second before Yoonji is coming too, spilling into Jimin in a wave of incandescent heat that feels unending. It feels like there’s an electrical circuit running through them, lighting their nerves on fire where they’re connected at the hips, sparking along their spines and tingling through Yoonji’s teeth in Jimin’s shoulder. She hasn’t broken the skin, hasn’t mated her, but they tingle anyway. Yoonji collapses against Jimin’s chest, but manages to lift her head up just enough to check on Jimin, even as the echoes of her orgasm still surge through her.

“Jimin, baby,” she says. “Y’okay?”

“Better than okay,” Jimin sighs. She looks a little delirious, shifting her hips like she doesn’t realise she’s doing it. The scent of satisfaction is strong in the air, velvety and full. “Ah, feels so good, I’m so full,” she mumbles. She clenches around Yoonji’s knot, milking more come out of her, and Yoonji groans.

“Good, m’happy,” Yoonji mumbles. “Wanted you to feel good,” she says, and Jimin laughs breathlessly. She strokes up and down Yoonji’s back, soothing the angry scratch marks she’d left there moments ago. A silence settles between them, broken only by the occasional soft groan as Yoonji’s knot pulses. It's not awkward, but Yoonji still feels the need to speak.

“So, uh…” she mumbles. “How was your first time being knotted?” Yoonji asks. 

Jimin giggles and pointedly squeezes around her knot again, harder this time, and Yoonji whimpers, embarrassingly high pitched. 

“It was incredible,” she says, with an expression like she wants to tease but it just comes out sincere. “I can't believe it worked,” she says. “There was a moment where I almost tensed up and I thought it was going to hurt but you just… you were very distracting,” Jimin mumbles sheepishly, making Yoonji grin. 

“I have good ideas,” Yoonji says, a little smug.

Jimin smacks her shoulder. 

“Sometimes,” Jimin concedes, rolling her eyes fondly. 

“All the time.”

“I take it back, I don't like being knotted if it means I’m stuck here with you while you’re looking this pleased with yourself,” Jimin complains, but she’s laughing a little and Yoonji can’t help laughing too. Jimin giggles into the crook of Yoonji’s neck and runs a hand through her messy hair and suddenly Yoonji’s face is being held so gently. Something wells up in her chest like water. 

“Jimin,” she breathes, the name escaping before she knows she’s going to say it. “You’re so…”

“So what?” Jimin asks, tilting her head.

Yoonji bites her swollen lip, holding back the overflow. She sees Jimin’s still-blown pupils track the motion, and she lets the words escape.

“You’re so perfect, Jimin-ah,” she says. The words spill out like water from a glass, just a trickle of too much. Yoonji tenses up with sudden nerves, but Jimin doesn’t frown. Her scent doesn’t go sour. Instead, she breaks into a huge smile.

“You think so?” Jimin asks. Her tone sounds like she’s trying to tease, trying to make it a game, but it comes out as genuine happy curiosity.

“Yeah, I do,” Yoonji murmurs. Jimin’s eyes shine, breath catching as her smile grows wider. 

“Good to know,” Jimin breathes. 

Soon, Yoonji’s knot will go down, and they’ll no longer be tied together. Soon, they’ll have to deal with the reality that they just hooked up with their platonic roommate. They'll have to pull apart, and clean up, and get dressed, and talk about things.

Somehow, though, Yoonji thinks as Jimin wraps her arms around her and presses a gentle kiss to her lips, it might just work out.