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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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