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seollenda-moved · 3 years ago

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a/b/o samo!! they’re meeting up to have a movie night together, but omega!sana doesn’t say that she’s going through her heat

alpha!momo figures out sana’s in her heat by herself,, and the movie is long forgotten as momo helps sana

anon you speak my language exactly!! this ended up more emo than i expected lol. thank you for the prompt <3

a rarer moment (alpha!momo x omega!sana)

cw: abo, g!p

word count: ~1700

“sana? it’s freezing in here…”

momo shut sana’s front door, passing the bag of movie night snacks to her other hand as she fumbled her shoes off.

her friend stepped out of the bathroom dressed in matching sweats and wet hair, toweling her ends. fresh out of the shower, she looked particularly radiant that day to momo. she smiled at sana.

“i brought drinks and snacks,” she said, carrying her deliveries to the living room and settling into the couch. sana followed her quietly, perching carefully on the other end of the couch. momo dug thru the takeout bag, fishing out a cold can of beer and handing it to sana, who reached eagerly for the beverage and popped the can. momo looked up at her friend gulping half the can with amusement.

“hey, why are you all the way over there?” she set the box of chicken out on the coffee table. “and you’re so quiet. is everything ok?”

sana nodded, relenting and scooting a bit closer to her visitor. “yeah, just feeling…a bit off.”

momo took that answer at face value, already busy setting out their dinner. sana switched on some romcom she’d recommended for the evening. to be quite honest, momo hadn’t paid much attention to their usual film fare. at this point, she was mostly here for the silly commentary and getting a quietly affectionate sana to herself.

but now she sat a meter away from the alpha, her knees drawn up under a heavy throw blanket. momo waited another few minutes of dull exposition before finally relenting and turning to her friend.

“hey, what’s going on?”

sana met her gaze, and momo noticed the flush of her cheeks, bright against her recently-lightened brown locks. “sana?”

“i’m sorry, this was a complete mistake,” she blurted, shifting under her blanket.

and then it hit momo hard; her sweetly lush scent that momo had grown content with while cuddling in their movie nights. except it was pumped up a hundredfold, with an unmistakable undertone of omega heat.

now momo blushed.

“you’re, uh,” she stammered, blanking. sana nodded quickly, her breathing shallow. her hands clutched the edge of her blanket tightly, her knuckles whitening. momo noticed a flash of anxiety in her eyes.

her heart sank. did sana fear her? momo had thought she’d trusted her, but maybe all of these meticulous years of suppression and scheduled avoidance had been in fear of a stereotypical alpha.

“i can leave right now, don’t worry.”

“no–” sana hurried, leaning forward to grab her wrist and keep her on the sofa. “i mean…shit.” she mumbled, a rare expletive falling from her lips. momo gulped. that shouldn’t have been as attractive as it had been. “the doctor said that i needed to take a suppression break for my health and…it landed a few days early. and a part of me knew that i should cancel tonight but i haven’t seen you in so long and…”

she took a deep breath and met momo’s eyes. her gaze was a cloudy mixture of apprehension and need. her nails dug persistently into the goose-bumped skin of momo’s arm.

“i trust you more than anyone else to…yeah.”

“all right,” momo ran her other hand through her hair, trying to collect her increasingly frazzled thoughts.

“that is–if you’re okay with this, of course,” sana added, releasing momo’s wrist suddenly. she looked on the verge of tears. “i’m sorry, i really should’ve asked first…this was a mistake, momo, i’m sorry.”

“no, no, i’m okay. i was just surprised.” momo couldn’t believe they were talking about this.

“it’s just…so hard to think…or do anything,” sana covered her face. “i knew putting it off would only make it worse and worse but…”

“how long has it been?” momo asked softly. sana’s eyes peeked over her sweater paws.

“nine months.”

“sana.”

“i know. i know!” her voice spiked in despair. “and now i’m here begging you of all people…”

momo hadn’t expected that dig. her expression was probably hopelessly transparent because sana immediately retracted her statement, scooting forward and taking momo’s hand imploringly.

“no, that’s not what i meant at all, i just meant that my stupidity is risking our friendship…which is the last thing i wanted to do. momo, don’t take it that way.”

the alpha pushed whatever mess of emotions minatozaki sana had just tangled down and away. the enticement of an omega in heat definitely helped in that regard.

she turned to face her, shuffling forward on her knees and watching sana’s lips part and her pupils dilate wider.

“i’ll help you,” momo said flatly. “what do you need?”

sana kicked the blanket off her onto the floor, flattening submissively on her back and reaching her hands toward momo. “you.”

—

the movie droned at a medium volume in the background.

the foreground was sana’s blissful mewls and momo’s own rhythmic huffs of breath, aligned with the lewd sounds of momo’s thrusts into her.

“condom?” momo had asked breathlessly as the two of them undressed. sana only had eyes for the cock rapidly hardening in open air before her, her hands at momo’s waist.

“don’t care, don’t care if you don’t,” she’d said quickly.

“this is your first heat in nine months, you’re probably…” momo swallowed words she couldn’t seem to finish. “are you on the pill?”

“yes,” she whined lowly. “fuck.”

“all right,” momo had said, also throwing caution to the wind.

so that was how momo ended up with her cock inside her best friend. she was about as good as momo had fantasized (only once or twice!), her cunt tight and wet around her length in a way which set the alpha’s breath hissing between her teeth at every pass.

she wasn’t sure why these artificial barriers were so important; don’t kiss her, don’t call her name, don’t say anything you wouldn’t say when the two of you weren’t fucking like this…but when she met sana’s wide eyes, when they went from glassy to seeing momo completely, she almost forgot it all. the omega sighed her name over and over, found her hand and threaded her fingers through momo’s. she wet her lips, parted just so in the way that caught the light of the television set’s idle images of romance. momo wanted it all.

did sana?

“let me on top,” she murmured, and momo immediately complied, drawing out of sana suddenly and causing another gasp. she’d barely settled on her back, her head propped against the couch arm, when sana practically pounced on momo, guiding her back in and sinking all the way down until their hips were flush against each other.

“fuck, sana,” she couldn’t help herself. when she looked up at her face, she had an expression of perfectly lucid contentment. the corners of her lips lifted as she started a slow pace, enjoying the reaction she was garnering with every grind of her hips.

was this what heat-fuck-buddies were supposed to do? wasn’t it supposed to be quick and hard, sating the omega and then being done with it, back to normal?

so why did sana run her hands up momo’s chest as she leaned down over her, resting her cheek at the alpha’s collarbone and pressing the softest kisses to the front of her neck? “sana,” she’d whispered, but had no words to follow it. when sana captured her lips in a fervently indulgent kiss, momo met her halfway.

at this point in the night, momo decided it was too late anyways.

the gentle fuck eventually gave way to the omega seeking the release she’d been needing for hours. she lifted momo’s hands to her breasts, tipping her head back at the additional stimulation, her moans loud in the small apartment. momo felt her own release building, her soft breaths rising into low whimpers.

“s-sana,” she tried to warn her, but she already knew what was on the tip of her tongue. she abruptly stepped off of her, exposing momo to cold air and eliciting a groan of frustration. the omega was getting on her knees at the opposite end of the sofa, her hands propped against the other arm of the couch.

“momo, knot me.”

her plea was soft but insistent, and momo wasn’t one to deny her, not when every part of her asked for the same thing. she was upright on her knees in an instant, gently lowering sana’s hips down until her cock fit all the way inside, then resuming a pace that had sana crying nonsense, and momo crying her name. her knot was full now, the only resistance in their slick, easy junction, punctuating the omega’s vocalizations with every gradual push deeper.

she came with the deepest crash of their hips together, a wordless, shaky exclamation overlapping with sana’s high moan. her pussy pulsed around momo in the way it was supposed to, pulling every instance of momo’s seed deeper inside of her. her knot locked impossibly tight, momo could only collapse over sana’s back as she came for what felt like an eternity. their moans dissolved into quiet, panting breaths, compelled into stillness for a moment.

“momoring…” she finally spoke. her voice dripped with lazy bliss, a warmth so casual it intoxicated momo. “hold me?”

they spooned on the couch, watching the very last minutes of the long-forgotten film. the credits finally rolled and they had no reason to be silent anymore. momo’s better judgment was gone, she’d realised, replaced only by the need to bury her face against sana’s hair, discreetly brushing her cheek against hers until a sleepy giggle bubbled out of the omega. sana cupped momo’s cheek, stilling her nuzzling for a sweet moment. the alpha’s eyelids fluttered shut at her touch, pressing her lips to her palm in a dangerously intimate gesture.

but what wasn’t intimate with her? momo couldn’t say. whatever this was, it felt no different to what minatozaki sana had always felt like to hirai momo. maybe all of this had been inevitable.

and maybe the two of them had known it all along.

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seollenda-moved · 3 years ago

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hii ! i love your works and was wondering if you could write a samo fic where momo gets jealous over sanayeon and starts avoiding sana? sana realizes this and comforts momo :)) ty in advance!!

samo <3 my heart hehe

thank you sm! i loved writing this one.

come find me (sana x momo)

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CW: n/a

word count: ~1500

it started with the dumb hair change.

well. it wasn’t dumb. it was really, really cute. and that was the problem.

“our sana is baby sana again!” nayeon squealed, squeezing a fresh-from-the-salon minatozaki in a big hug. “i love this purple on you so much.”

sana giggled, fully submitting to her unnie’s hug. “thanks, unnie.”

momo also found it cute. “it looks great, sana.”

“hey, why’s everyone being so nice to me?” her eyes were round with delighted amusement.

“yeah, momo, i’ve called dibs already,” nayeon stuck her tongue out at her, prompting an eyeroll from the adversary in question. “sana, i ordered your favourite for dinner…”

“oh, no way!”

momo watched nayeon carry sana away to the kitchen. she settled on the couch alone. it was a slow thursday night, and momo didn’t mind the peace and quiet for once.

---

“hey, where’s sana?” momo shuffled into the living room, having just peeped into all the empty bedrooms. it was a break day for once, but momo didn’t have any particular ideas. that’s usually where sana’s input would come in.

jihyo and jeongyeon were staring sleepily at the television while chaeyoung crocheted quietly on the floor. the three of them blinked up at her.

“i think nayeon unnie took her shopping,” chaeng said, rolling onto her back and squinting at her stitches. “hyundai center.”

“yeah,” jihyo confirmed. “they asked us if we needed anything, don’t you remember?”

momo pouted slightly, turning to sulk out the room and return to her own. “no…i wasn’t listening…”

the fact was, the past week since that hair day, sana had been nearly nowhere to be found. she had a photoshoot–that was normal of course. she’d gone to her weekly pilates. and they’d seen each other at their regular off–comeback season dance rehearsals. but momo knew sana’s regular schedule, and she hadn’t been around like she normally was, texting momo to join her in the common room or squeezing into her bed when she was bored in evenings. and they hadn’t done a vlive together in ages.

but who had done not one, but two vlives together since then?

sanayeon, of course. momo stifled a disgruntled snort, flopping down on her unmade bed.

(maybe the second one was her fault–they’d extended the offer to join them. but the nerve that they thought to invite momo as an afterthought? didn’t really feel much better.)

anyways, momo could take a hint. was this what they meant by growing apart? had momo gotten that boring to sana?

nine years, momo mused, staring at the ceiling. it really took nine years, huh? but momo hadn’t grown sick of minatozaki sana at all. on the contrary, she only seemed to miss her more and more.

momo knew she was pitiful. she had to put a foot down on this, once and for all. if sana didn’t want her around, momo would return the sentiment.

---

“momo!”

her voice caused excitement and then bitterness in one instant. momo stared down at her phone intently as if she hadn’t heard the two members’ late arrival.

“momo, i bought something that i thought would suit you, but if you don’t like it it’s no problem, i’ll take it back,” she set shopping bags down on the couch, digging through one and producing a lumpy pink knit bucket hat. she beamed expectantly at momo, who finally looked up at her. she struggled to maintain a neutral expression, only raising her eyebrows in mild surprise.

she let her friend place the gift on her head. sana laughed in delight, attracting nayeon back to the living room who also found it amusing.

“yah, you were so right, it fits her perfectly!” nayeon jostled sana’s arm as she hurriedly snapped a shot of the hat on momo’s head. “how’d you know momo’s head size?”

“i know everything about momo,” she replied, patting the top of her friend’s new headwear. “do you like it?”

her wide eyes were so brightly confident that momo couldn’t keep up a cold enough facade. she smiled a hesitant smile, nodding gently. “yeah, i like it a lot. thanks, sana.”

maybe the gifter been expecting a little more of a reaction than that, or maybe she really had sensed something was up. her smile hinted concern, and momo felt her own heart squeeze a little with guilt.

“are you okay?” she asked. nayeon looked up from her phone at the question, looking at momo with sudden unnie-concern.

“uh yeah, just tired…” momo got to her feet slowly, glancing at the clock. 9:30, barely bedtime, but the dorm was already quiet. “i think i’m gonna head to bed early today. thanks again, sana-yah. night unnie.”

“oh, all right.” momo wasn’t sure if she’d imagined the shade of disappointment in her best friend’s voice, or if sana had really paid enough attention to her lame excuse.

but sana didn’t pursue it further, so momo lay sleepless in the dark until she heard the two of them finally stop giggling and go to bed.

---

was it working? momo couldn’t be sure. a few days passed like this. she spent time with the others, moped away when sana approached, was quiet around nayeon and definitely hid when the two of them were chattering away.

“momo?” she’d heard sana call into the common room one afternoon. “i think she’s sleeping,” momo heard dahyun mumble. there was quiet pattering footsteps, and the slow creak of her door opening.

“momo?” sana whispered again. momo turned over in bed silently, but sana wasn’t dumb. quick footsteps began to approach, and before momo realised what was happening, she was squashed by a giggling sana. she wrapped her arms and legs around her over the covers, tugging at her to turn around.

“don’t pretend to sleep, i’m bored!” she whined. momo felt a wave of repressed emotion crash over her all at once, the sudden proximity overwhelming her.

“no, sana,” she said, and cursed her voice for warbling. “i don’t…i don’t want to see you right now.”

there was quiet, and sana lay still next to her.

“i know that. what’s going on, momoring?”

the softness of her tone and the affection in the sound of her nickname finally drew tears to momo’s eyes, falling hard and fast onto her pillowcase. she curled tighter, stifling a sob. so dramatic, she burned with shame. when sana gently tugged on her again, she didn’t resist and lay flat on her back.

sana sat up, leaning over her. she gathered the sleeve of her sweater and dabbed away the tears. her expression was of nothing but distress, the corners of her own mouth turned down and her lip trembling.

“momo? did i do something? i’m sorry.”

momo’s heart sank further. sweet sana, apologizing before she even knew the charge. what had she done? she hadn’t deserved this.

“are you sick of me?” momo finally spoke, words escaping her in a tearful rush. she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. bewilderment came across sana’s expression.

“what? of course not. why would you think that?”

“because we haven’t hung out in weeks! and we haven’t done a vlive, and y-you and nayeon have done two and you guys go shopping together and go to cafés and meals together too, and every time we’re around you’re sitting on her and it all started when she liked your new hair but i can tell that y-you—“ she trailed off, devolving into hiccups. she covered her face in embarrassment.

sana sighed softly, holding her cheek. “oh momo.”

“it’s okay…i didn’t want to make you feel bad…i mean, i shouldn’t have. this is stupid. ugh.”

“i love you. i didn’t mean to make you feel this way,” she murmured, gently prying her friend’s hands away from her face. her expression was of gentle humor, her eyes filled with an affection that momo had missed so badly. “i could never get sick of you, you know that. to be honest, i thought you needed space for some reason, but i thought it was just you being quiet about it. i should’ve figured.” she brushed momo’s bangs out of her eyes. “our momo, so quiet about when she’s hurting.”

momo stifled another tearful hiccup.

“i’m sorry i’m being so silly.”

“what you feel isn’t silly.”

sana looked into her eyes, thinking only for an instant before leaning down and kissing momo on the lips.

it was only just a fraction of a second, chaste but honey sweet. momo thought she’d floated out of her being for a moment, disbelieving that she hadn’t imagined it.

she realised the two of them were staring at each other’s lips. a light pink dusted sana’s own cheeks now, and when they met each other’s gaze again, her dark pupils, barely visible in the dim of the room, were blown wide. momo knew she probably looked just the same.

sana cracked a smile, wrapping her limbs around momo again and settling into bed next to her. momo instinctively dropped her blanket over the newcomer and buried her nose in the scent of her fancy shampoo. they didn’t need to talk. that was usually how it went for them. momo was one of the few people that sana could fall silent around.

as the quiet drowsiness of a mid afternoon nap settled over them, momo felt her heart rest easier to the rhythm of her favourite person’s familiar breathing. things were okay.

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