Chaewon’s friend meets you
Full Moon 2
You wake up with an unfamiliar weight pressing down on your arm and the overwhelming scent of Muguet and Lavender
“Alphaaa,” you hear a familiar voice whine
“Yeah Chaewon,” you respond.
“I need you,” she whines
“Are you in heat?” You ask
“No I just want you inside?” She whines,
You laugh and rub your eyes so you can clearly see before sitting up,
“How do you want it Chae?”
“From behind I want you to use me,”
You laugh and say, “oh Chae you have such a way with words,”
Chaewon growls at you. You laugh as you line your sex up with hers before slowly sliding in. She’s ridiculously wet as you slowly impale her again and again. She moans then says, “harder”
You pick up the pace as her slick walls stretch to accommodate more of you. She moans satisfied as you batter her cunt. As you thrust harder she moans and says, “I'm close keep going,”
You laugh as you smack her ass saying, “such an easy little omega,”
Ironically this sends her over the edge and she cums all over your cock.
As she does you chase your own high but she stops you and say, “no I'm not safe if you cum in me I'll get pregnant and I'm not ready for puppies,”
You glare at her and she laughs “that's what you get for calling me easy.” You roll your eyes and she bites back. “I may be slutty but I'm not easy.
You groan as you fall asleep with blue balls
After Chaewon leaves for work, the house goes quiet in a way you’re still not fully used to.
You decide to finally tackle the cleaning you’ve been putting off — the past week and a half has been a blur of apartment-hunting, job paperwork, and Chaewon slowly colonizing every corner of your house with her belongings, leaving very little bandwidth for anything as mundane as dishes. As you’re clearing the counter, you spot it: the lunch you packed for her this morning, sitting exactly where she left it, forgotten in her rush out the door.
You sigh. This is the third time this week.
You get dressed, grab the lunch, and head for the front door — and open it to a girl leveling a shotgun at your chest.
She’s got dark eyes, a stare that could strip paint, and the kind of stillness that tells you she’s done this before and isn’t nervous about doing it again.
“Where is Chaewon?”
You look at the barrel, then at her, and find that you’re — mostly — calm about the whole thing.
“Chaewon’s at work,” you say, casual as anything.
The girl doesn’t lower the gun. “Where.”
“I was actually about to bring her this.” You hold up the lunch bag like it’s evidence in your defense. “You’re welcome to come along.”
She studies you for a long moment, clearly recalibrating whatever she’d walked in expecting, then finally lowers the shotgun with a squint that suggests she’s still deciding whether that was the right call. “Fine.”
You nod and head for the car. She follows, shotgun disappearing somewhere under her jacket like it was never there.
“What’s your name?” you ask, pulling out of the driveway.
“Minju.”
“Beowulf,” you offer, when she glances over expectantly.
She nods like she’s filing it away for later use — possibly against you — and the drive passes in silence after that.
Chaewon’s office building is small, clean, aggressively beige in the way of buildings built for function over personality. Minju trails you through the front doors with the wary, assessing look of someone cataloguing exits. The front desk attendant spots you and grins.
“You’re back.”
You hold up the lunch bag by way of explanation. She laughs.
“You’re here more than the CEO is.”
You laugh too, and the two of you ride the elevator up, Minju watching the floor numbers tick by like she’s expecting an ambush.
“You are exceptionally calm about all this,” she says eventually, not quite looking at you.
“I’ve hunted vampires. Witches. A couple things I still don’t have good names for.” You shrug. “After a certain point, brushes with death stop really registering.”
“I had a shotgun pointed at your chest.”
“And?”
She doesn’t have a response to that. The elevator doors open before she can find one.
You knock once on Chaewon’s office door and push it open. She lights up the second she sees you.
“Alphaaa — “ The word dies halfway out of her mouth as she spots Minju behind you. Her eyes go wide, and before you can fully process the shift, she’s moving.
You step out of the way just in time as she barrels past you and crashes into Minju in a hug that nearly takes them both off their feet. “You’re here.”
Minju laughs, arms coming up around her automatically — then goes rigid, expression souring into a scowl as she pulls back to look Chaewon in the face. “You disappeared. The pack thought you were dead, Chae.”
Chaewon blinks, genuinely confused by the accusation. “I’m great. I’m actually beyond great.” She says it like this should be obvious, gesturing vaguely in your direction. “My alpha Bewo takes such good care of me.”
Minju turns to look at you, and you hold up both hands.