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Jeongyeon gave Sana some space for the next few days.
When they did meet it was the day of Jeongyeon’s appointment, and they were both anxious to have answers, or any explanation that could help them move forward.
A nurse ran through the initial tests: checking Jeongyeon’s vital signs, height, weight, and blood pressure before taking a blood sample.
Jeongyeon winced when the needle penetrated her arm with a sharp prick. The nurse, a male beta, smiled at her apologetically as he finished up, capping off the sample and disposing of his latex gloves.
“Our on-site lab will process this sample for Dr. Nam to review. He will come by shortly.”
“Thank you,” Jeongyeon replied as the nurse left them.
“Your doctor is Korean?” Sana questioned with interest, seated at a chair flush to the wall.
“Yeah, I’m not fluent enough in Japanese to discuss medical terms comfortably,” Jeongyeon explained, buttoning her shirt back on after taking it off for the preliminary exams. “It took me some time but I eventually found Dr. Nam at this clinic. You can speak to him in Japanese too.”
Sana nodded understandingly, impressed at Jeongyeon’s foresight and resourcefulness. It was another one of those details—like cooking, grocery shopping, living at a more modest apartment—that made her feel a little insignificant in her capabilities as an adult.
“Sana,” Jeongyeon called to her from the examination table, withdrawing her from her gloomy thoughts.
“When the doctor comes, please don’t hold back. Tell him everything, and don’t worry about upsetting me. I really want to get to the bottom of this.”
“I will,” she promised. It would be difficult, but an integral step in (hopefully) repairing their relationship… and maybe defining it.
Before Sana could ruminate too much on that, Dr. Nam joined them.
“Good evening,” he greeted the room as Jeongyeon and Sana bowed their heads at him.
“Good to see you again Yoo-ssi,” he spoke, switching to Korean. “What can I do for you today?”
Jeongyeon swallowed before speaking. “I had an incident recently and I can’t really make sense of it. I, um, had my rut last week. And it was really rough. From what I’m told… it sounds like I was feral. But I’ve never been like that before, and I can’t figure out why. And I can’t remember it at all either. Minatozaki-ssi, my, uh,” she struggled for a second on how to introduce Sana before landing awfully on: “We’ve been sleeping together. She was with me then. She can tell you what happened.”
Jeongyeon saw Sana’s face fall at her words. She hated herself in that moment and tried to throw Sana an apologetic look, but the damage was done.
Dr. Nam hummed while flipping through a set of charts in a manilla folder with Jeongyeon’s name on it.
“When you say ‘feral,’ can you describe how, exactly?” He switched to Japanese and asked the room.
Jeongyeon looked to Sana, searchingly.
“She was really rough,” Sana spoke up, drawing the attention of the doctor. “One minute she was like herself, the next she was really aggressive. She grabbed me and squeezed me without checking if she was hurting me. The whole time was like that; she did whatever she wanted without checking with me and forcing herself on me. It was hard to take breaks to get food, water, or use the restroom. She was like that for a couple days before she became too exhausted,” She paused before continuing, recalling the most difficult memory. “She tried to bite me too. She did bite me, but I stopped her before it got too deep.”
While Jeongyeon knew Dr. Nam to be a consummate professional, it seemed there were limits to his demeanor. He did seem visibly surprised at Sana’s recollection of Jeongyeon’s rut, his eyebrows raised as she described the bite, and it only made Jeongyeon feel more disgusted at herself.
“Some of what you describe is not unusual for a rut, but the biting is. ‘Minatozaki-san’?” Dr. Nam repeated her name, questioningly, before Sana nodded to confirm it. “Have you experienced a rut with Yoo-san before?”
“I haven’t.”
“Have you experienced a rut with an alpha before?”
“No, but I know it’s not supposed to be like this. I couldn’t communicate with her at all.”
“Some difficulty in communication can be expected,” He paused to switch back to Korean. “But Yoo-ssi, you said you’ve never experienced a rut like this before?”
“No,” Jeongyeon shook her head insistently. “Never.”
“Have you noticed anything unusual about yourself as of late? Any changes in appetite, sleep schedule, disposition?”
“Nothing I can think of.”
“When was your last ejaculation?”
Jeongyeon blushed before answering. “Saturday. During my rut.”
“Very well. I can see in your charts that your testosterone levels are slightly raised from how they have been the last two times you have visited.”
“Is that normal? Post-rut, I mean.” Jeongyeon asked.
“It is not actually. Typically alphas deplete themselves of testosterone during their ruts and their testosterone counts are lower the weeks following. This could indicate one of two things, either your testosterone levels as a whole are up, or, the scenario I think may be more likely, is you were not able to properly release during your rut. This could be related to the aggression Minatozaki-ssi described.”
“But, I did ‘release.’ And she said I knotted her too,” Jeongyeon countered.
Dr. Nam looked carefully at Sana before turning back to Jeongyeon to say quietly in Korean, “Knotting, that is uncommon between an alpha and beta, even during a rut.”
“Oh. Uh. Doc, she understands Korean,” Jeongyeon revealed, embarrassed. Clearly Dr. Nam had said that for her benefit.
“Ah,” The doctor bowed apologetically at Sana, who looked a little shaken at his revelation.
“Well, I would like more information, if possible.” The doctor swung around in his wheeled chair to address Sana. “Minatozaki-ssi, by chance are you registered to a beta clinic within our network of clinics? If so, and with your permission, I can request your documents. It may shed light on what transpired during Yoo-ssi’s rut.”
“I am,” Sana informed him. “And that would be fine.”
“Great. If you will, please visit the front desk to sign consent forms. That will be necessary before I can review your documents and look further into this situation.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Jeongyeon reminded her, but Sana was already on her feet and headed to the door.
“I want to,” she said meaningfully before leaving them.
Dr. Nam turned to Jeongyeon with a serious look on his face.
“Yoo-ssi, is this your first sexual encounter with a beta?”
“No, I did a couple of times—in college. But I never had a rut with one.”
“And how long has this been going on? With Minatozaki-ssi, if you are comfortable disclosing.”
“About a month.”
“I see. Yoo-ssi, I do not mean to intrude, but I would like to caution with the nature of my suspicions. It is possible that information uncovered while reviewing Minatozaki-ssi’s documents may be unpleasant for both parties to know,”
He looked very seriously at her, seeming to recognize the grayness of their relationship, as well as the emotional investment.
“I don’t know how long this will go on,” Jeongyeon confessed, the this being her relationship with Sana. “I just want to know why this happened, and how to make sure it never happens again.”
“Do you intend to continue having intercourse with her?”
Jeongyeon was taken aback at his question. It sounded so sterile, so reductive. But that was his job.
“I think so,” she sounded unsure when she said it. “Yes,” she corrected.
Dr. Nam was about to say something else when Sana returned. A second later, the nurse from earlier walked in to deliver Sana’s files.
“Hmm,” the doctor hummed thoughtfully while reviewing Sana’s information.
“Well this confirms something I thought to be the case.” At his words, Jeongyeon and Sana leaned forward from their respective seats.
“Minatozaki-ssi, you have an unusually high estrogen count for a beta.”
“Oh.” Sana said dumbly. This was not news at all, not even to Jeongyeon. “Yes, I know.”
“And, are you familiar with the term ‘intersex’?”
“Yes,” she answered right away. “I know that applies to me.”
“That certainly makes this easier. Have you two discussed this before?”
“Just that Sana said her biology is close to an omega’s,” Jeongyeon told him.
“Yes, that is one way of putting it. Specifically, her estrogen count is the highest a female beta is capable of producing. But additionally, her natural progesterone count—which is responsible for reproduction—is also unusually high. If it were any higher, it is likely Minatozaki-ssi would have been born as an omega. Have you heard this before?” he asked, turning to Sana.
“A few times,” she said, but truthfully Sana had never gotten too in the weeds of it with any of her doctors. Perhaps it was the conservatism of Japanese society and insisting she still fit in the criteria of what she ultimately was, but they all had merely told her that her hormones were unusually high for a beta, most notably impacting her scent. It was only from the support of Mina and Momo that she uncovered niche forums where omega-presenting betas discussed their hormones, but it was a first to hear Dr. Nam put words to what she had long suspected: how devastatingly close she was to being born differently, living the life she wanted, and not having her heart repeatedly toyed with and discarded by alphas who just couldn’t get over that near negligent percent of hormones her body would never produce.
Dr. Nam looked between them, apprehensive. With an apologetic look he turned away from Sana to address Jeongyeon with a low voice, “Yoo-ssi, I cannot be sure. Without strict monitoring during the situation, it is impossible to truly know. But I can theorize to what happened during your last rut, but it may be information you might want to be informed of independently.”
Jeongyeon sunk back on the exam table. So this was what he was going to say before Sana walked in. Whatever he was going to reveal would be highly personal…
But Sana deserved to know. She lived through it and endured the harsh treatment Jeongyeon unknowingly gave her. Jeongyeon met Sana’s eyes, but Sana quickly redirected her gaze to the floor, graciously giving Jeongyeon permission to exclude her, but Jeongyeon didn’t want that.
“Anything you can say, I’m comfortable with her knowing.”
Sana’s head shot back up, meeting Jeongyeon’s intense gaze once again. Jeongyeon nodded at her reassuringly.
“Very well.” Dr. Nam said evenly before beginning. “Reviewing your recent charts with Minatozaki-ssi’s history, along with the your recount of the rut, there are notable conflicting variables. For one, your testosterone count is currently higher than what it should be post-rut, suggesting complications during it. But you also stated you knotted Minatozaki-ssi, which is not common between alpha-beta intercourse, even while partaking in a rut. It is possible Minatozaki-ssi’s unique hormonal presentation affected you during that state, allowing you to produce a knot, but potentially affecting other areas too.”
He paused to caution them one last time. “Now, as a reminder, from here on out everything is speculation, the best I can offer without you two returning to the clinic for further study.” They both nodded for him to continue.
“Yoo-ssi, I believe while you were rutting, you were both aware and unaware that you were with a beta, your body registered the omega-like heightened estrogen and progesterone within Minatozaki-ssi’s body, but upon release you were not met with the same release in hormones from Minatozaki-ssi that you would experience with an actual omega. It is possible this could have caused you to enter a frenzied state in which you were seeking to mate with an omega, were somewhat convinced you were, but not reaching the same level of satisfaction you would if you were with one. I believe this could have been the cause for the level of aggression you experienced that was excessive even for a rut.”
The information hit Jeongyeon in waves, but it hit Sana all at once. Here it was, a medical professional, giving his professional opinion, that Sana, someone who hoped to be in a serious relationship with the alpha opposite of her, could not satisfy Jeongyeon. It made her feel remarkably small. It took everything in her to not cry in front of them.
Jeongyeon was still struggling to process it. He was saying she was confused during her rut and she thought Sana was an omega? But her body wasn’t satisfied so she became aggressive? That could happen? Was that what would always happen between them?
“If my testosterone levels are high even now, am I stuck like this? Will it happen again?” was the first thing she asked.
“No, your levels are high for post-rutting, but nowhere near how high they would be during a rut. You should not have to worry about having another feral incident in the immediate future.”
Jeongyeon breathed easier knowing that, but still had concerns.
“Is there a way to ensure I’ll never get like that again?”
“If you spend your rut with Minatozaki-ssi, or a beta of a similar hormonal make-up, I do believe it will continue to occur. But there are steps you could take to avoid it. Firstly, you could pass without initiating contact with Minatozaki-ssi. But if you intend to pass with her, there are alpha-suppressant pills you can take-”
“Alpha suppressants?” Jeongyeon repeated, shocked. That was the first she had heard of such a thing.
“Yes. They are a highly regulated substance due to their efficacy. With consistent doses they can irreversibly affect an alpha’s long-term testosterone production and cause sterility. If you take them for the purposes of subduing your rut they must be administered at this clinic with staff present.”
He let her absorb that before continuing.
“Your third option, is to complete a mating ceremony-”
Before he could finish Jeongyeon unfortunately choked on her own spit, truly picking the worst time to get her swallow and breathing signals crossed.
“-I believe if you do so, your body will properly recognize the gender dynamics between you two without complication. But, I would like to caution,” Dr. Nam turned his chair to Sana before continuing, “Minatozaki-ssi, if you follow through with mating, there is a high likelihood you will become pregnant immediately. Judging by the numbers from your last check-up, as well as observing you now, I can tell you that you are extremely fertile.”
—-
They didn’t speak until they were outside the clinic. Sana wouldn’t meet Jeongyeon’s eyes, and Jeongyeon understood, even if she was struggling herself.
What could she say? She knew Sana must be beat up over what the doctor said, the implication that Sana, on a physiological level, couldn’t satisfy Jeongyeon. Truthfully, it was difficult for Jeongyeon not to focus on either. She didn’t know where she stood with Sana, but she knew Sana wanted things from her, things she just didn’t know if she could give to her. And here it was, new information that pointed to a long-term incompatibility between them. It was a lot to consider, and Jeongyeon just wasn’t in the headspace for it.
“Sana,” she called her name quietly, trying to get the beta to look up from the spot on the ground she was fixated on. When she wouldn’t, Jeongyeon tried again.
“Don’t think about what he said.”
“It’s hard not to,” Sana whispered, her voice so small it drove knives into Jeongyeon’s heart. The next thing she said only made Jeongyeon feel worse.
“At least you have answers now.”
Jeongyeon partially wished she didn’t. It was dangerous for her not to know, but the cost of that information was the heartbroken girl in front of her. Jeongyeon knew she was tampering with something sensitive when she began sleeping with Sana. Sana had told her about the alphas who used her and discarded her, and Jeongyeon was careful with her, gentle, as soft as she could be to make Sana feel like more than that. But here she was, committing the same evils the alphas before her had shown Sana, but even worse. None of them had done what she did. Jeongyeon had used Sana worse than all of them.
They both knew things wouldn’t be the same after this.
There were too many thoughts and emotions swirling within Jeongyeon. The loudest one was regret. She owed Sana so much, but she needed to think and sort herself out.
“Let me walk you home.” It was all she could offer right now.
Jeongyeon stepped forward. Sana stepped back.
The beta shook her head and wrapped her arms around herself despite the warm, spring air. Tears rolled down her face. Jeongyeon saw them fall from her chin and heard their tiny splashes as they hit the ground.
“I’m gonna go. Bye Jeongyeon.”
She turned away. Jeongyeon couldn’t bring herself to follow her.
—-
Nayeon was at home scrolling on her phone, Jihyo was at the gym doing squats. They both answered Jeongyeon’s video call when they got it.
Jeongyeon called them not long after she got home. She had just finished explaining the events from last week and earlier this evening. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore.
She was too ashamed to tell them when it happened. She wanted to hold off on telling them about her rut until she had an explanation, something that would somehow lessen her accountability, even if she still felt responsible.
Jihyo blinked in disbelief before massaging at her temples, trying to process it all. In her video Jeongyeon could see the fingerless glove she used for weightlifting.
“I didn’t know that could even happen,” she said as she shook her head.
“So you’ve never…” Jeongyeon began.
“No. I’ve had bad ruts before but nothing like that.” Jeongyeon had thought as much.
“How’d Sana react to it?” Nayeon asked.
Jeongyeon laughed humorlessly. “She fucking hates me.” She was projecting a little. “At least she should.”
She told them about Sana’s history, a story familiar to Nayeon, a beta who also struggled to forge long-term romantic relationships.
“I really didn’t want to hurt her, but I did,” Jeongyeon said bitterly.
“Well it doesn’t mean you guys can’t work through it. It seems like she really likes you-” Jihyo started to say.
“I know she really likes me. I just don’t know if I can like her back.”
“What do you mean?” Nayeon asked simply. Jeongyeon dreaded where this was going.
“Because… I don’t know if I can do it. The doctor said this happened because we’re incompatible-”
“Did the doctor say you’re incompatible specifically?” Nayeon countered.
“Well, no. But-”
“Then what’s the problem? You like her. Don’t say you don’t. Because we know you fucking do,” Nayeon wasn’t harsh but it was harsh to hear it from her.
“I-” Jeongyeon couldn’t find the words. It was so much more complicated than what Nayeon was reducing it to.
“Look,” she tried to reason. “She needs a lot. I just don’t know if I can give it to her. And now this… it just feels like I shouldn’t ignore it. What if there are more problems down the road because of-”
“Do you fucking like her or not?” Nayeon’s voice rose before Jihyo intervened.
“Hey, cool off,” she warned her.
Nayeon took a breath to steady herself before continuing. “It’s just… you of all people know how difficult it is for people like us. And it just sounds fucking dumb. No one’s saying you have to marry her. If you like her and she makes you happy, just fucking be with her.”
“I do know,” Jeongyeon argued but there was no bite in her voice. “That’s the reason why. If I date her and things don’t go well I’ll be just another alpha who’s hurt her.”
“You’re already doing that man,” Jihyo reminded her gently.
They were at an impasse. Nayeon was the most talkative person Jeongyeon knew but she was mute with righteousness. A shameful corner of Jeongyeon’s heart thought she was right to be so.
They took turns going high and low, their friendship lasted as long as it did because they were able to share the responsibility of being patient and reasonable. This time, Jihyo bore that weight to rise up amongst them.
“Have you tried talking to your dad?” she suggested. Jihyo knew how much Jeongyeon respected her dad, but she was thinking about it from the wrong perspective. Jeongyeon couldn’t tell him about this.
“I can’t tell my dad I was feral,” her voice died at having to utter that cursed word. “He would never look at me the same way again. He raised us differently than that.” He raised them to be gentle.
“What about Seungyeon?”
Jeongyeon shook her head. “No. The perfect alpha daughter? I don’t need her knowing about this.”
Loud voices from Jihyo’s end interrupted them as a pack of loud alphas entered the locker room. Jeongyeon was jealous of them. They seemed happy, carefree.
“Fuck. Sorry. I’ll mute,” Jihyo offered.
“It’s cool. I’m gonna go. I have some thinking to do.”
Jeongyeon paused, wanting to say something to Nayeon. She knew she had offended her.
Nayeon’s face, resiliently stony, softened to half a smile. “Love you.”
Sometimes, that was all that was needed.
“Love you both. Thank you.”
Jeongyeon wasn’t sure if the call had helped her or not. It was good to get things off her chest and she didn’t like hiding things from her best friends, but it also forced her to put her thoughts into concrete statements she couldn’t unhear herself say.
She wasn’t blind. She could feel something developing between her and Sana. But she was happy to ignore it, do what felt good in the moment, and in hindsight she really was just another trashy alpha to Sana, no matter how careful she thought she was being.
The truth was Jeongyeon wasn’t living her quiet life by herself anymore. She had someone to text “Good morning” to, someone who always texted her “goodnight.” That change had happened so naturally over the past few weeks, Jeongyeon didn’t think she had to safeguard her heart, or Sana’s. But she should have.
She just wasn’t the same person she used to be. There was a time when Jeongyeon would look at the moon and stars and her heart would burn for the person she loved as she thought of them, wondered what they were doing, and felt closer to that person knowing they lived under the same sky. But she was older now, filled with many wounds that couldn’t be seen from the outside, and she didn’t know if she could love someone like that again. She didn’t know if she could survive losing a love like that again either.
She stared unseeingly out her window. The moon wasn’t visible tonight, but the north star was.
She grabbed her things.
—-
Sana didn’t hear the gentle knocking at first.
She had been curled on her side and staring mutely at the wall the past couple hours, mourning the death of whatever was between her and the alpha she had fallen for. Her hand twitched around her phone. Occasionally she would raise it, temporarily blinding her with its brightness in her otherwise unlit apartment, to stare at the few self-taken photos Jeongyeon had texted her.
The photos were always bad, an element of awkwardness to each of them because the alpha clearly was not one to take selfies. But Sana adored them all. They were hard to look at now. She felt like a starving person sucking on bones as her eyes raked across the precious set of pixels, all for another alpha who wanted part of her, but not all of her.
She never imagined she could be nostalgic for last weekend when Jeongyeon brutishly forced herself on her. But at least then the alpha desired her. It was pathetic. She knew her current level of self worth was downright pitiful, to crave to return to a time where she was mistreated so much. But even that was preferable to now, now that things were finally over between them. Because Sana knew Jeongyeon wouldn’t choose her. She had all the opportunities to do so, but Jeongyeon didn’t make room for Sana in her life, just her bed.
When Sana trudged to her door she didn’t think Jeongyeon would be on the other side of it. But here she was.
“I needed to see you,” Jeongyeon confessed.
Sana stood still, her eyes feasting on the alpha she had seen only hours ago. But it felt like a lifetime had passed since then.
“What for?” She asked in a small voice, careful.
“I meant what I said back at the clinic. I don’t want to think about what the doctor said.”
Sana didn’t know what to do with that.
“I’ve been thinking about last weekend. And the time we spent together before that. I know you might hate me, and I don’t blame you, but I can’t stand that being our last time together.”
What was Jeongyeon saying? Did she want to be with Sana? Or was it only to correct what had happened?
But also, did it matter? Jeongyeon might throw her away like trash after this and Sana was ready to open the lid of the garbage for her, but it was something. It was more time with the alpha.
They had been standing in her doorway this whole time. Jeongyeon had minded to not cross into Sana’s apartment without invitation, but she held out her hand.
“Can we try again?”
Sana raised her hand and let Jeongyeon take it into hers. And like before, Jeongyeon slowly drew her closer to press the softest, most tentative kiss to Sana’s lips. It felt like a first kiss and last kiss. It could be either, Jeongyeon was leaving it up to her.
She wrapped her arms needily around the alpha; she may be in for a world of hurt, but she couldn’t deny herself any longer.
“Hold me,” she begged. Jeongyeon’s response was immediate, bringing Sana into her strong, yet gentle hold.
“As long as you want.”
—-
It took some time for things to go back to how they were, but Jeongyeon was willing to go at whatever pace was needed.
They had to do it in stages. First Jeongyeon spent the night but that’s all they did together—sleep. But after a few nights of her staying over they progressed to Jeongyeon pleasuring Sana, but without seeking pleasure herself.
She put her talented mouth to work, sensually kissing and licking at Sana in all the right places, keeping all her movements at a pace that left no room for Sana to be surprised; she was still overcoming the trauma response to lock up around the alpha, so much that Jeongyeon kept all her clothes on when they were together to suppress her scent, and she let Sana dictate everything.
“A little higher,” Sana panted, a feeble moan escaping her when she felt Jeongyeon’s lips obediently close over her clit.
“And one more,” she begged. It was a first for them: Jeongyeon was fingering her. The alpha paused before adding a second finger to her movements, pumping in and out of Sana and letting the pads of her fingertips caress her inner walls.
It wasn’t long after that Sana released a cry, reaching her peak from Jeongyeon’s soft ministrations. The alpha withdrew from her and kissed her hip bone, waiting for Sana’s signal before crawling up.
She received it. Coming to her senses post-climax, Sana nodded at Jeongyeon to come to her for her reward, a languid kiss that had the alpha grunting in content, but Sana knew she wanted more.
And truthfully, Sana wanted more too. She recalled other times Jeongyeon went down on her and how hard she got just from tasting her. She missed the feeling of the alpha being inside her, stretching her perfectly and the intimacy of being connected.
“I want you inside me,” she admitted, anxious but wanting. Jeongyeon had to double check before going through with it.
“Are you sure?” she asked. Sana nodded.
“Do you want all my clothes off? Or just my pants?”
Sana thought about it. She wanted to feel all of her. “All of them.”
Jeongyeon nodded and pulled back to undress herself, going slowly, no surprise movements to scare Sana, like she would if she was approaching a stray cat she wanted to rescue. When Jeongyeon had fully undressed herself, she had softened quite a bit. She jerked herself a couple times to regain stiffness before bringing her hips to Sana’s. She wasn’t fully hard still but it was enough to push herself in.
When Jeongyeon entered her, the stretch wasn’t what Sana had grown used to. It was less intense, but perfectly satisfying; a missing part returned to her. Jeongyeon slowly eased herself down, careful to not put too much weight on Sana, before turning on her side. She didn’t think Sana could handle her laying on top of her.
Despite not being fully hard and not cumming with Sana, Jeongyeon was filled with a sense of completion. It felt so right being with Sana this way. Connected to her like this, Jeongyeon’s insecurities seemed enough far away to ignore: what Dr. Nam had said, what it suggested about their compatibility, if Jeongyeon could end up hurting Sana again, all of it seemed like it could be dealt with.
Maybe Nayeon was right.
If Jeongyeon liked Sana, maybe that really was all that mattered.
—-
When they finally did get around to having sex it was also handled with restraint.
Jeongyeon held herself over Sana, careful to not rest any of her weight on top of her as she shallowly rutted in gentle strokes. It wasn’t so much that she was fucking into Sana as she was gently massaging Sana’s insides with her length. Sana basked in the feeling of the alpha’s complete dedication, all give and zero take. She could see the immense physical effort behind it, both for Jeongyeon to restrain herself from rutting forward as well as hold herself above Sana in a continuous plank. Her veins bulged from her neck to her shoulders and forearms. Her abs must be on fire, she was panting more than Sana was.
“Are you close?” she asked Jeongyeon. She could feel the alpha pulsing within her.
Jeongyeon nodded, her bangs sticking to her forehead as sweat dripped from her face.
“You can finish inside me,” Sana permitted, but Jeongyeon shook her head.
“I don’t think I can get there without speeding up. I don’t want to hurt you.” She licked her lips and returned her focus to evenly pushing herself in and out of Sana.
She had a point. This was the furthest they had gotten in weeks and Sana still didn’t know if she could handle the alpha at full force. But she didn’t want the alpha to deny herself either.
“But I want you to cum,” Sana said mournfully. “Can you pull out, and make yourself cum? For me?” She said it so sweetly it didn’t even sound dirty to Jeongyeon. She wasn’t one to be voyeured but if Sana was asking her to jerk off in front of her, she would.
“All right,” she agreed.
Jeongyeon withdrew from her and Sana got dizzy from seeing her fully hard. Jeongyeon was massive again, like she was when she was on her rut.
Sana blushed as Jeongyeon wrapped her hand around her cock and began rapidly pumping at herself. Her breathing deepened and Sana’s apartment was filled with nauseatingly thick pheromones as Jeongyeon grew closer to her release. The head of her cock was beautifully flushed as it peeked out from her tight fist. Jeongyeon brought it close to Sana, moving her hand down slightly to let the head of her cock rest on Sana’s clit. The subtle friction left Sana throbbing, building up until she began to peak, overcome with emotion that she was sharing this type of pleasure with the alpha after not cumming together in so long. With misty eyes she came and watched Jeongyeon’s face twist in pleasure before she plunged herself back in the beta, shooting wads of thick cum inside her and flooding her.
But she still wasn’t relaxed. Sana could see Jeongyeon’s arms tight from effort as she kept herself held above. She gently squeezed Jeongyeon’s biceps to signal that she could rest her weight on her.
Relieved, Jeongyeon took several moments to recover before checking on Sana.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her face rested on Sana’s shoulder, inches away from her fragrant scent glands.
“I am. You feel bigger though, like you were during your rut.”
“Really? Maybe it’s because you smell so good,” Jeongyeon mumbled dumbly. She felt drunk from the sweet scent emanating from Sana. It was so close to her face.
“Do you think you can have a heat? Or something like your version of it?” Jeongyeon speculated.
“Maybe?” Sana truly didn’t know. She couldn’t properly think about it, not when Jeongyeon had just casually referred to her beta biology like she was completely unbothered by it.
Maybe they would be okay after this.
Without realizing it, she had begun to tear up.
Jeongyeon looked up at her, shocked. With her clean hand she thumbed away Sana’s tears.
Sana surprised herself with how emotional she felt. Maybe Jeongyeon was right, maybe she did have periods where her hormones were more intense.
Or maybe she was just in love.