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a/n: so how about i forgot what day it was? like i worked 6 nights in a row and woke up 2 weeks later if anyone understands how that feels -- anyway suddenly its sept 30 and im like what the hell? any luckily i chose some prompts beforehand and wrote little notes of how to write them so hopefully i can just....write excuse any delays bc ill also have to edit them (loosely speaking) but yeah! let's enjoy!

prompt from 0390221 - (3) age reversal with pillow princess irene & service top wendy; wendy with an unnie kink

kinks: age reversal, age difference, unnie kink, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink

Wendy pauses cooking dinner when she hears her doorbell ring. Confused, she goes to open it when Irene comes in like a hurricane. 

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” Wendy dumbly says, closing the door after the young woman. 

“I just can’t stand my parents!” Irene instantly complains as she kicks off her shoes and goes into the living room. “I can’t live with them anymore!” She tosses her backpack angrily on the couch and strips off her jacket. “They don’t think I can make it!” 

Wendy is taken aback by the yelling, but she listens to Irene. “What happened?” 

“I told them I had to prepare for my exam and you know what they told me?” Irene gets angrier. “They told me I should just give up! They said if I didn’t pass it the first time, how could I possibly pass the second time? Can you believe it?!” Her face is red and usually perfectly raven hair is falling out of its bun. “They want me to give up and work at my uncle’s chicken shop! A chicken shop! Of which I’m allergic!” 

Irene is in disbelief as she paces back and forth. “I can’t believe them. I’ve worked so hard. I’ve been studying my ass off, why are they being like this?!” 

Wendy sympathises for the young woman and carefully comes up to her, stopping her pacing with open palms. “Come here, baby girl,” she calmly and coolly says, “let’s take a seat and talk.” 

Irene pouts. “I don’t wanna–” Her lips are pouty and her eyebrows are screwed up angrily. It’s an adorable sight that makes Wendy forget Irene is actually the eldest in her family.

Wendy lightly laughs and takes Irene’s hand to guide her to the couch. As soon as Wendy sits down, Irene immediately climbs on her lap, straddling her and hugging her tightly. “Oof,” Wendy sounds at the sudden weight. She pats Irene’s back comfortingly. 

They sit for a few minutes, Irene quietly cries into Wendy’s shoulder to let out her frustrations and Wendy holds her securely to comfort her. When Irene quietly breathes against her neck, Wendy takes it as a safe bet to speak. 

“Feel better?” 

Irene nods. “As good as I could possibly feel,” she sighs in exhaustion. 

Wendy hums and caresses Irene’s back up and down. “It’s okay to feel this way,” she says, “I know your parents are really frustrating but you have to see it from their perspective.” 

Irene pulls back quickly and glares at Wendy. “Are you taking their side right now?” 

“I am and I’m not,” Wendy wisely answers. Irene doesn’t like it and moves to climb off her lap, but Wendy stops her. “Don’t do that. Listen to me first.” Irene pouts on Wendy’s lap. “Your parents are worried about you, Irene, that’s all. They want you to work so that you can make money instead of watching you fail.” 

“I’m not going to fail!” 

“I know, I know, you’ve studied so hard. I have no doubt you’ll pass this time,” Wendy reminds. “But when you failed last time, you were devastated. They saw you at your worst, no parent wants to see that for their child twice. They want you to be healthy and happy. What they offered you was a secure job and probably a position in management, which is why they even brought it up.”

Irene throws her head back petulantly, “But I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to work for my family.” 

Wendy chuckles. “You don’t have to. Especially when you become a cop.” Irene drops her shoulders at the encouraging words. Wendy brushes her cheek with her thumb. “I know that you don’t want to live with your family anymore, but you have to right now. It’s impractical to move out on your own without a job or savings. Your exam is in a month, you need to focus on doing well and not what your family has to say about it.” 

Irene throws her head back again. “Ugh, Wendy unnie, I didn’t come here for your lectures,” she complains. 

“Then what did you come here for?” Wendy asks in amusement. 

“I wanted you to cheer me up or distract me.” Irene sighs dramatically. 

“I can still do that.” 

Irene deadpans, “I’m not in the mood anymore.” She scrunches her nose in annoyance. “Stupid unnie being all wise and right about stuff. I don’t like it.” 

Wendy raises an eyebrow at the young woman on her lap. “Excuse me? You don’t like me?” 

“Uh huh!” Irene juts her lower lip mockingly. “I don’t like you, Wendy unnie.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Wendy laughs, tickling Irene’s waist. “I’ll make you really hate me now!” She laughs maniacally as she tickles Irene. 

Irene laughs so hard and squeals so loudly. She writhes on Wendy’s lap, trying to fend off the tickle attack. “Stop, unnie! Stop tickling me!” 

“Never!” Wendy yells dramatically before grabbing Irene and pushing her onto the couch. She hovers over the younger woman and grips her waist firmly. “Tell me again how much you hate me.” 

Irene narrows her eyes at Wendy before thinking with a teasing hum. Wendy holds her fingers up ready to attack and Irene quickly concedes, “I don’t! I don’t hate you! Don’t you dare tickle me!” 

Wendy laughs triumphantly. “You’re too easy, Irene-ah,” she teases, reaching down to caress her hips. “Of course, you don’t hate me.” 

“Of course I don’t,” Irene rolls her eyes, slapping at Wendy’s shoulder. “I like you too much.” 

“Nothing wrong with too much,” Wendy casually says. She leans down and kisses Irene gently. “I like that you like me because I like you too.”

Irene smiles into the kiss. Her body relaxes into the couch as Wendy kisses her, her hands holding her hips secure her. Irene likes being with Wendy because she feels safe and comforted. Even if Wendy says things she doesn’t want to hear, she knows she has to hear it and she’s in a safe space where she's take care of. 

“Unnie,” Irene whispers between them when the air suddenly gets hot. 

“Yes, Irene?” 

Irene bites her lip and looks up with her doe like eyes. “Can you take care of me?” 

Wendy smiles, feeling her heart warm. Irene is often headstrong and stubborn, so when she asks for things, Wendy easily gives in. “Unnie will take good care of you.” 

Irene’s eyes twinkle with excitement. “Unnie, I’ve missed you. I wanted to see you all week, but I had to wait and finish my modules.”  

Wendy hums. “Good girl, waiting to come see me,” she murmurs as she blindly unbuttons Irene’s jeans. “I bet you want a reward. Are you in the mood now?”

Irene nods quickly. “Please unnie.” 

Wendy likes the way Irene calls her unnie. She likes it when Irene relies on her physically, emotionally, anything she needs, Wendy is more than willing to deliver. She likes having someone need her and wants her attention and care. 

Wendy slips off Irene’s jeans and underwear in one fell swoop, lifting her legs in the air. She tosses her pants aside and pushes Irene’s legs open. Perfectly trimmed curls are between her legs and Wendy can see a thin layer of slickness forming. “Baby looks like she needs a little more teasing before unnie fucks her.” 

Irene shivers and shifts so that her legs can open a bit farther. “Yes, unnie, play with me a little bit more until I’m dripping wet.” 

Wendy licks two fingers and presses it against Irene’s folds. She doesn’t dip in, waiting until Irene is absolutely wet. Instead she rubs her folds, feeling her up and down slowly, drawing out indistinct shapes that make Irene squirm and moan underneath her. 

Irene lets Wendy do whatever she wants because it feels good. Wendy has never not made her feel good. And it feels good to bare herself to someone she trusts. “Wendy unnie…” She slowly pushes up her sweatshirt, revealing her breasts to the older woman. “Can you?” She cups them, teasing her nipples between her fingers until they’re hard nubs. “Suck on them?” She moans between Wendy’s teasing fingers and her own touches. 

Wendy’s pupils widen seeing the sexy young woman bare herself shamelessly. 

“Ask me nicely,” Wendy demands. 

Irene moans at Wendy’s husky voice. She loves the sound of Wendy’s voice and how it gets deeper and husky when they’re in bed together. When she tells Irene what to do, it’s firm and commanding. It’s the most control that Wendy has over her. 

“Unnie, please suck on my tits.” 

“Good girl,” Wendy sings her praise. She takes her free hand and cups Irene’s breast before sucking on the other. 

“Mm.” Irene moans at Wendy’s mouth on her tit, licking her areola and sucking on her nipple while she massages the other one without forgetting. “That feels so good, unnie, it’s making me so wet.”

Wendy also moans, feeling Irene grow wetter. Her fingers easily glide against the folds and her clit becomes noticeable with a brush of her thumb. Irene groans and arches her back into Wendy’s mouth as she alternates breast. She works her fingers furiously against the young woman’s folds, rubbing her clit back and forth before giving it a good slap. 

Irene whines erotically at the gentle sting between her legs. Wendy does it again until she moans. “Mm, unnie, I sound so wet.” 

“You are, baby girl, you’re dripping now,” Wendy says with another wet slap. She pushes her middle and ring fingers inside without prompting and Irene arches her back off the couch. 

“Nnhgg, unnie, yes, yes, yes–” Irene cries out instantly. 

Wendy swirls her fingers inside Irene’s wet cavern, feeling every inch of her before pulling out. Irene whimpers at the loss only but cries out as Wendy slams her fingers back in. She repeats the motion, flicking her fingers inside of her, drawing them out, and shoving them back in. Wendy listens for every one of Irene’s gasps and moans. Her thrusts become quicker, more forceful, and Irene enjoys every bit of it, pushing her hips back against Wendy’s fingers, never wanting them too far out of her pussy.

Wendy pulls back from Irene’s nipple with a pop. And Irene gazes follows Wendy as she draws back, eyebrows crinkling with concern. Wendy smirks at her before bringing her free hand between her legs and pressing her thumb against her clit. Irene gasps. Wendy adds her forefinger and stretches Irene’s walls out with the pads of her fingers. 

Irene cries out. She digs her heels into the couch as Wendy brushes up against her g-spot. “Unnie!” She grabs Wendy’s wrist. “Unnie, right there.” 

“I know,” Wendy confidently says as she turns her fingers up and thrusts into Irene. She curls her fingers against the spot again and Irene exclaims. She pumps harder, rubs faster, and Irene thrashes underneath her manipulation. Wendy’s heart swells in her chest as she watches Irene’s face wrought with pleasure. “Are you close?” She asks even if she knows the answer. Irene’s walls are quivering and tightening around her fingers. If the young woman could take more, Wendy would make her. 

Irene’s high pitched affirmation comes and Wendy keeps pumping. “Unnie, you fill me up so well. I love when you finger fuck me. It’s so good, unnie, it’s so good.” 

Wendy growls at the dirty talk and slaps Irene’s clit hard. “You’re such a good girl for unnie aren’t you? You think about my fingers a lot don’t you?”

“Yes!” Irene screams. “I love your fingers, unnie! I think about it when I touch myself!” 

Wendy groans at the image of Irene fingering herself with Wendy in mind. “You’re so needy, Irene-ah, you need unnie’s fingers don’t you? You wish I could fuck you all the time?” 

“Yes, unnie! Unnie, fuck me!” Irene cries out. 

Wendy pumps her fingers faster, turning her wrist so she hits the spot that Irene likes. “Come on, baby girl, cum on unnie’s fingers.”

Irene’s eyes roll back as Wendy hits her g-spot over and over again. The pleasure washes over her and sweeps her away. “Wendy unnie!” she screams, grabbing one of Wendy’s wrists tightly to ground herself. Her thighs shake as the orgasm works through her body. Her whole body feels electrified as she lies there with Wendy’s fingers deep inside of her. 

Wendy gasps as she feels Irene's walls clench around her fingers. The way Irene comes is beautiful, back arches, hard nipples towards the sky, and breathless like the life’s been sucked out of her. If Irene could be painted, Wendy would want her face cumming to be captured. 

She smiles at the young woman who looks completely spent under her. Wendy turns her hand to hold Irene’s that had grabbed her earlier. As Irene slowly catches her breath, Wendy withdraws her drenched fingers and pats Irene’s pussy gently. “You’re such a good girl,” she whispers as she comes down for a kiss. 

Irene moans into the kiss, “Unnie is so good to me.” 

Wendy chuckles before pecking Irene’s lips again. “Get up, Irene-ah, I won’t let dinner go to waste.” Irene whines before she gets up per the older woman. 

a/n: for those curious - i'll try to add some background that doesn't get covered when i write haha  bc i know its not enough BUT IT'S JUST A ONE SHOT Y'ALL SHH DONT ENCOURAGE ME TO DO BAD THINGS

for this wendy is a lawyer that meets irene when she's studying for her cop examination in the library, wendy is 30 and irene is 24 - so there's a nice sugar mommy aspect and they've been in a relationship for about a year now? so they know each other well - irene's parents start thinking that she isn't studying bc she's never home and she doesn't rent a study room when she's actually been studying at wendy's place when she's at work and sleeping over a lot more - wendy doesn't offer her place bc she knows irene gets a little flustered bc her future is undercertain so she lets irene be independent but she secretly has started making space for her over the last couple of months

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“If it’s marriage that you want, I can’t give it to you now.” Irene bows her head with disappointment. She doesn’t want to say it, but she has to. “There’s—”

“Why not, Irene unnie? Why can’t we get married? We’ve been together for years, we’re done school, we’re starting our jobs, our future is here,” Wendy insists. 

“Wendy-ah, you’re not listening to me,” Irene picks up her head. “It’s not that I don’t want to but I can’t–” 

“It sounds like you don’t want to,” Wendy interrupts, furious at how this anniversary dinner has turned out. “You don’t want to commit to me after all these years. What are you scared of? How could you possibly hesitate?” 

It hurts her to even say it or to admit the fact that she can’t marry Wendy. They’re just from two completely different worlds and yet Wendy can’t see it. Irene has nothing to offer her. She doesn’t even have a job in the field that they graduated in. She wants nothing more than that so they can be together. 

“I can’t sit here and watch you be indecisive, unnie,” Wendy puts her napkin down on the table. “You either want me or you don’t.” She gets up and leaves. 

Irene buries her face in her hands as Wendy walks away. 

Six months later

Son Wendy to marry Park Sooyoung

“Did our parents really have to do this?” Sooyoung complains as she slaps the article down on Wendy’s desk. 

Wendy looks up from her drawn model to see what Sooyoung refers to. She sighs despondently at the picture of Wendy and Sooyoung side by side. “It’s not like we’re actually getting married.” 

“Says you! If you don’t say anything, they might actually make it happen,” Sooyoung casts blame quickly. She hates this. “Do something, unnie! I have to go talk to Seulgi and clear up this mess. Goddamnit, she’s in Milan right now too!” She turns on her heels and walks out of Wendy’s workspace.

Wendy picks up the article and looks at it once before throwing it away. She has work to do. 

Irene rolls her neck back and stretches out her arms. She looks around and sees half of her coworkers still around her buried in their work as well. It’s already evening, but there’s still a lot of work that needs to get done before the conference. After poring through documents for the last four hours, she needs a break. 

When she walks towards the break room she sees the massive new building design for a business complex in a newly acquired area of Seoul. She wishes she could’ve had a say in the design but it had started long before she got this job. All she can think about is one day doing her own design work, but for now she starts close to the bottom, where her day to day is full of document reading and presenting to towns on projects she didn’t design. 

One day, she thinks. One day, I can do this. 

“Irene-ssi, have you finished looking at the Gwangshin Proposal?” her boss asks her while she’s making tea. 

Irene nods. “Yes, I have it finished on my desk.” 

“Okay, great, let’s go over it in my office and I’ll give you the rest of the presentation items for the conference,” Eunhyuk says with a kind smile. 

“Team leader,” Irene calls before he leaves her, “are you sure you want me to present?” 

Eunhyuk looks at her funny. “Of course, you’re our best speaker.” 

“Really? I think that there are more outgoing people in our firm.” 

Eunhyuk waves it off. “You won’t be doing it alone, you’ll have Yerim-ssi for that. You know the project in and out, so I think you’ll be best suited to present. Yerim-ssi can network.” 

Irene nods diligently. “Thank you for trusting me with this.” 

“Your professor put in a good word for you and you haven’t failed me yet. Keep working hard.” 

“Yes, sir!” 

“Wow, there’s a lot more people than I expected,” Yerim whistles as she looks around the busy conference hall. There’s a lot of people in the registration line alone and there are still more behind them. 

Irene is carrying her laptop in one hand while making sure that she can connect to the wifi properly as Yerim says hello to random passersby and snoops at the swag they’re going to get. If she doesn’t get to present because of some stupid wifi problem, Irene is going to flip. 

“Didn’t you put the presentation on the harddrive?” 

“I need to make sure I don’t need to do any last minute edits and send them to Team Leader for approval,” Irene distractedly answers as she watches the little radar seek access. “God, this is taking too long.”

“To be fair, there are hundreds of other people here, so it’s probably going to be slow.” 

“They should’ve prepared for it then.” Irene frowns, while Yerim chuckles. 

“It’s okay, unnie, let’s get registered first then I’ll help you set it up.” 

Irene doesn’t listen and continues to fiddle with her computer. She makes sure that she saved the presentation and the designs before coming, but she has to double and triple check. The last thing she needs is to embarrass the company. 

“Oooh, unnie, it’s Son Wendy and Park Sooyoung.” 

“Huh?” Irene says dumbly, but immediately looks up at the sound of her ex-girlfriend’s name. Yerim points to Wendy and a tall girl next to her walking away from the registration booth. 

“I saw some of her designs recently and they’re pretty top notch. Here I thought she got to start at Son Corporations as a designer because she’s their daughter, but she does good work.” 

Irene dumbly stares at Wendy as she walks away from the registration booth. The woman looks beautiful in her designer trench coat and white blouse and tan trouser combo. She even has a new haircut that’s just perfect. Irene has always loved Wendy’s mid-length hair. 

“She and Park Sooyoung are probably going to be a power couple when they get married.” 

“What did you say?” 

“You didn’t hear? They announced their engagement last week. It’s kind of a hot topic right now considering we’re all boring architects.” 

Irene feels her throat close up. “I didn’t know…” 

Yerim chuckles at Irene and jabs her side. “Of course you didn’t, you live under a rock unnie. Well you live under a mountain of paperwork. But now you know. We should make friends so that maybe we can get some funding in the future.” 

Irene tries not to feel the way her heart shatters inside of her at the thought of Wendy marrying someone else. But it hurts a shit ton. Especially when Park Sooyoung hooks her arm to share the conference map. They look so cosy and comfortable.

Irene can’t sleep that night and she desperately needs to because she has to present in the morning. She resolves to go on a walk. 

Huddled in her sweatshirt and jeans, Irene makes her way out to the Yeosu streets. By the water, they have a completely different perspective than when they’re in the city. The beautiful bridges and lights along the coast paint a romantic scene that makes Irene miss the Han River in Seoul. But her head keeps going back to Wendy. 

The person she’d want to share this scene with is the woman she loved. No, she loves her. All those years together, Irene couldn’t fathom letting go of that love in just six months. To her six months have been nothing. 

Against her better judgement, Irene pulls out her phone to look up Son Wendy and Park Sooyoung. 

There are a few articles, two from the upper echelons and one from an architectural digest. All of which point out the two women’s relationship and the fact that they are indeed engaged. Irene clutches her phone as the tears sting her eyes. 

I’m too late. 

Irene leans on the railing and cries as hard as she can. 

Irene wakes up feeling terrible. Her eyes are puffy from crying and she feels a cold coming on. If there’s one thing she can rely on it’s the fact that she has her job. She pushes the thoughts of Wendy to the back of her mind and focuses on her job. She has her presentation to prepare for. 

Yerim points out the fact that she looks terrible and prepares an energy tonic with vitamin C for her, which she’s entirely grateful for. At least this way she can power through the presentation and network on the floors for the earlier half of the day. 

The only downfall is the list of speakers before the breakout rooms. To start the conference there are four speakers, one of which is a representative from Son Corporation, who is none other than Wendy. Irene keeps a poker face the entire time as she listens to Wendy’s voice talk about her parents’ company and how far they’ve come and their vision for the future. Even if she’s hurt, she finds Wendy beautiful and lovely, to see her on stage talking about the things she loves most is one of her favourite things and it won’t go away overnight. 

Irene hopes that’s the last time she sees Wendy for the conference, but it isn’t.  

“Unnie, unnie, unnie, she’s here,” Yerim points out as soon as Wendy enters the room. 

Irene’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t move. When Wendy’s eyes meet hers she averts them in lieu of putting the building model together. 

“I’m surprised she’s here, we’re a small firm,” Yerim muses thoughtfully. “Maybe she’s looking for projects to invest in?” She taps her chin. “I’m going to go find out.” 

“Yerim!” Irene hisses as Yerim quickly walks away towards Wendy to greet her. The ever social butterfly of a co-worker is too much and Irene prepares for the presentation hoping that they don’t come talk to her. 

Luckily, there isn’t time at the beginning of the presentation but sitting in an aisle seat a few rows from the front is Wendy and her fiancee. At the end of the presentations Wendy speaks up during Q&A. 

Wendy is quick to point out, “There was an old subway system in that area, what makes you think the land is viable?” 

Irene hates how pointed and correct it was for Wendy to ask that question. Against what she believes, she answers the way the slides explain. “The parameters in the project are within the city ordinance. We wouldn't be able to build unless it was viable.”

Wendy’s face clearly screws up in disagreement. Irene knows that face all too well when they discuss their projects in school. 

“I think that’s all the time we have for questions,” Irene quickly cuts off because she knows that Wendy sees right through her. 

“If you’d like to speak to us, feel free! We’ll be here throughout the conference,” Yerim excitedly announces. 

“Yah, clean up for me? I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” Irene furtively says before darting off so that she doesn’t risk Wendy and her fiancee coming up to talk to them. She’s just not ready to face the couple. 

Irene sits down in the stall and quietly breathes into her hands, trying not to cry. The inexplicable hurt she feels is almost uncontrollable at this point after seeing Wendy for the first time in six months and seeing her with her fiancee. She almost thinks she can’t go back out there, but she has to. 

Irene, what have you been working so hard for the past six months? You have to keep going. 

Irene gets up and leaves the toilet to see Wendy standing before her. 

“Ah, hello,” Irene nervously greets with a bow. Keeping her head down, she walks around Wendy quickly to wash her hands. 

“Is that all you have to say to me?” Wendy remarks as soon as Irene turns on the tap. 

Irene feels the emotions in her throat. She works really hard not to cry and she thinks the dam will just break if she utters anymore. 

“You didn’t tell me you got a new job.” 

Irene did want to tell her though after she was sure she got it. But it was too late.

“D&E is a nice small company; the bid you presented is a big undertaking, so you must be busy. Are they treating you well?” 

“Please don’t do this,” Irene finally says, after washing her hands. 

“What?” 

Irene turns around, feeling her shoulders tense as she faces Wendy. “I heard about your engagement.” Irene feels her eyes start to burn. “I hope you’re happy.” She feels like crying and she needs to get away from Wendy before she actually does.

“You didn’t want to get married–”

“That’s not true,” Irene sighs. “I did want to get married.”

Wendy freezes at Irene’s words. “What?” 

Irene rubs her eyes of her tears. “I did want to get married,” she repeats. “You just didn’t listen to me.” She lets out a shuddering sigh. “I love you and I do want to marry you. I just wasn’t in a position to offer you anything.” 

“How could you say that? We were together for five years, unnie. Did that not count?” 

“I didn’t have a job. I couldn’t provide for us. I barely afforded college and the apartment I lived in. I didn’t have future prospects like you. You’re the daughter of the CEO of Son Corporations, do you think your parents would’ve let you marry me? Do you think they would’ve let me near you with my background?”

“It didn’t matter what my parents thought, we could’ve figured things out,” Wendy argues. 

“But you left!” Irene lets out, hurt more than ever. 

“And you never told me this!” 

“Because I wanted to be someone. I wanted to get a job doing what I love and be able to provide for you. I spent the last six months pounding the pavements until D&E took a chance on me. I wanted to work hard and prove that I could be someone you could rely on.” 

“You were always someone that I could rely on. You are the only one that I love!” 

Irene scoffs incredulously and grabs Wendy by her arms. “Then why are you suddenly engaged to someone else?! How could you say you love me and leave? And find someone else that isn’t me?” 

“Unnie,” Wendy frowns, “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” 

Irene feels her heart screaming because Wendy is far from right. There is nothing that could make Irene stop wanting Wendy. She quickly cups Wendy’s cheek and pulls her into a kiss. It’s sloppy and rough, their teeth briefly knock into each other from spending so much time apart, but they fall into a familiar rhythm within seconds. The years of practice they’ve had together is like reflex. Wendy kisses back with a sigh as if she can breathe again. 

Their bodies react the same as they used to because they recognise each other. Six months feels like nothing to Irene and Wendy. Regardless of the time apart, the hurt emotions in between, they remember their love for each other. 

Irene wraps Wendy up in a tight hug as she deepens the kiss. She can feel the way Wendy’s hands wrap up her back and holds her even more tightly. 

“Irene…” Wendy sighs in between their kisses, “I’ve missed you.” 

Irene feels her heart shake inside of her. She misses the sound of Wendy’s soft, airy voice. “I’ve missed you too,” she murmurs, unwilling to stop kissing her. As much as it hurts to think of where they are now, being wrapped up in Wendy’s arms heals her. 

“I need you,” Wendy adds, tugging at Irene’s blazer. She darts her tongue out to lick Irene’s lips. 

Irene’s ears twitch at the neediness in Wendy’s voice. The desperation that she hears is what she feels. “I need you too,” she admits. Slowly and carefully, she guides Wendy back into the stall. 

All rationality gets thrown out the window when they're in the stall together. Wendy stares at Irene with a hooded gaze, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She’s always been extremely beautiful to Irene. 

Irene leans in to kiss Wendy again because of how much she misses her. Her head, her heart, her body misses everything about the woman. Wendy throws her arms around Irene’s shoulders, hand cupping the back of her head and tilting until their lips slot perfectly against each other. She moans quietly between them. 

Irene reaches between them to unbutton Wendy’s trousers to feel inside. Her hands feel Wendy’s damp panties and warm core. It makes her happy to know that she still affects Wendy so easily. She steps back, confusing Wendy. Irene turns back and puts the toilet cover down and sits on top of it. 

Wendy gets the hint and drops her trousers until she’s in her heels and straddles Irene’s lap. They quickly resume making out. Irene fondles her ass as she tries to grind on Irene to relieve the pressure building up. 

“Unnie, please,” Wendy quietly whispers desperately between their kisses. 

Irene hums and grasps Wendy around her hips with one arm to pull her closer and slips her other hand between them. Wendy gasps as soon as Irene’s cool fingers touch her wet entrance. It makes her wetter to feel Irene’s fingers against her, only Irene could make her feel like this. 

Irene tilts her head up and kisses Wendy deeply before she sinks her fingers inside Wendy’s drenched core. They both moan into each other’s mouths. 

They don’t hear the sound of heels clicking until they hear, “Wendy unnie?” 

Irene freezes her movement as Wendy pulls away from the kiss. 

“Wendy unnie, are you in here?” 

“Ah, yea, Sooyoung-ah–” 

Irene sneers at the realisation that it’s Wendy’s fiancee that comes to find her. She holds onto Wendy’s waist tightly and pushes her fingers knuckle deep inside Wendy. 

Wendy gasps and stares at Irene completely shocked. Her face goes red as Irene pumps her fingers in and out. What’re you doing? She mouths. 

“Are you okay?” Sooyoung asks through the door. 

Irene scissors her fingers to hit a particularly spongy spot that Wendy throws her head back in pleasure. Wendy covers her mouth in the knick of time before the moan slips out. 

“Do you need me to come in?” Sooyoung asks when Wendy doesn’t respond. 

“No! Don’t!” Wendy exclaims quickly. “I’m okay! You can wait outside.” Irene daringly curls her fingers against her g-spot again. Wendy covers her mouth again and curls against Irene. “Please, unnie–wait—” she whispers. Something about Irene’s relentless thrusts at the risk of them getting caught turns her on even more. 

“Are you sure?” Sooyoung asks, sceptical and worried. 

“Answer her,” Irene whispers back, not stopping her motion. She feels incredibly powerful in that moment to make Wendy a mess at her will. And there’s a sick pleasure knowing that Wendy is riding her fingers while her fiancee is just outside the door. 

Wendy bites her lip hard before she shakily answers, “I’m sure, Sooyoung-ah, I’ll be out in a minute.” 

“Okay, I’ll wait outside.” Sooyoung says before her heels click away from the stall door and it’s quiet again. 

Wendy pants, grabbing Irene’s shoulders to support herself. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she chides the older woman. 

Irene smirks in return. “You didn’t tell me to stop,” she quips. “In fact, you got wetter.” Irene emphasises with a deep thrust. 

Wendy blushes. Her fingers clutch Irene’s shoulders tightly. She feels rippling pleasure threatening to push her overboard. “Irene, I’m going to cum,” she moans quietly. Her hips start moving with Irene’s fingers and she really rides her desperately. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Wendy-ah,” Irene quietly reassures. She cups Wendy’s ass with one hand as she grinds on Irene’s fingers. “You can come, my love.” 

Wendy shudders at the affection in Irene’s voice. With a few deep thrusts against her g-spot, Wendy falls apart around Irene’s fingers, gasping into her neck as she comes. She feels Irene’s presence deep in her heart and there’s a deep sense of completion as the orgasm washes over her. She leans her head against Irene’s exhausted, missing her after all these months in more ways than one. 

Irene holds her up with one arm until Wendy comes down from her high. She misses having Wendy in her arms like this, to feel her at her will, comforted, and able to share her love. Irene breathes Wendy’s perfume in before kissing her cheek gently. 

“Marry me instead,” Irene whispers. “I’ll be a better person for you; I’ll work harder to be worthy of you. So don’t marry Pak Sooyeh, marry me instead.” 

Wendy feels her heart soar. She leans back to look Irene in the eyes. She cups the woman’s soft cheek. “You have to realise something. You’re my best friend. There’s never been a time that I didn’t think you needed to be better or that you weren’t worthy of anything. You’re smart, caring, and such a hard worker, I’ve never doubted you or wanted anything more. I love you just as you are, Bae Irene. I’d marry you for better or worse in every universe.” 

Irene’s heart swells in her chest. “Wendy, I love you,” is all she can say, but it’s more than enough as Wendy hugs her tightly. 

They agree to exit the bathroom separately. Wendy has to figure out how to not look like she’s just had sex in the bathroom, while Irene doesn’t want to look like the culprit. 

Irene straightens her blazer and fixes her hair before waiting a minute to exit. 

The minute she leaves the bathroom, she feels an arm around her neck in a chokehold and Irene scrambles in a panic. 

“So you’re the reason Wendy unnie is the way she is.” 

Irene’s eyes widen at the sound of Park Sooyoung’s voice. “Now, listen–” 

Sooyoung stands her up like a rag doll and holds her around her shoulder still. “Shh, shh,” she waves her finger in front of Irene’s face. “1. Good job fucking her in the bathroom because that’s so hot. And 2. I need you to call my girlfriend to tell her you’re the one marrying Wendy unnie. I'm tired of my unnie being sad girl over you and my girlfriend being pissed at me.” 

Irene’s jaw drops at the strange woman. “I’m sorry?” The sheer confusion grows ten fold when she hears Wendy giggle and she looks around to see Wendy sympathetically follow after the two, ready to explain how they got into this situation in the first place. Yerim has to chase them down on all the details and blackmails Irene and Wendy into buying her drinks until the end of the conference so she doesn't go to the presses (not like she would - she just wants free alcohol).  

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Irene wakes up because it’s hot. While she doesn’t usually complain in the fall weather, her little wife turns into a tiny furnace that makes it uncomfortable to sleep peacefully. However, before she can even complain, she’s in the perfect position to wake up in. 

The two of them are resting on their sides with Irene as the big spoon. There’s a triumphant fist pump Irene does upon seeing Wendy resting fitfully in her arms. Oh, and of course, it is 100% romantic to wake up with the love of her life in her arms. But it’s 1000% more fun when she wakes up first with the love of her life at her will. 

They’ve gotten more competitive over the years. Everyone seems to think it’s Irene’s fault that sweet, kind Wendy is now borderline brutally competitive, but Irene knows better than anyone that Wendy has always been competitive. Despite her kindness and sportsmanship, Wendy loves nothing more than to do her best, even if it means beating out against someone else. It doesn't help that her job requires her to be a bit competitive. And in their marriage, they already have a little competition going on. 

Wendy likes to top, a lot. It comes with her prowess over her words and flair for the dramatics that makes her so charming and alluring to everyone. But nothing gets her going more than being in control. When it comes to Irene, it makes her feel like she’s on top of the world – and that’s both literally and figuratively. So when Wendy initiates sex, she takes full control of the situation any opportunity that she can. 

Irene knows that Wendy has a thing about dominating her because she’s not one to give in so easily. She’s known Wendy for ages to know the younger woman likes to do this to seek some approval and praise. All those compliments and praises gives Irene an edge over Wendy always, she just hasn’t realised it yet. Which is why they’ve started this little competition. 

Today, Irene wins in two ways: being big spoon and waking up first. 

The mischievous gears in her head start turning instantly. Being married to Wendy means that Irene gets to see the best sides of her: the completely innocent and harmless woman a lot of people don’t see. 

Wendy sleeps like a baby when she’s on her side. Her fluffy cheek pressed up against the pillow, lips slightly parted with small snores. She is so so innocent. 

And Irene loves to corrupt her wife. 

Irene picks up her head and gingerly kisses Wendy’s cheek. The soft skin is smooth and pliant that sometimes Irene wants to bite it. But that’s something she can save for when Wendy is awake and protests her playfully. Unfortunately one kiss doesn’t make Wendy react, so she does another and another, leaving feathery kisses along her cheek, along her jawline, and into her neck. 

Wendy sleeps so deeply, she barely registers Irene’s lips until Irene nibbles at the base of her neck. A small moan comes out from her and she finally shifts her head, trying to move away. Irene smiles to herself before licking Wendy’s earlobe before nibbling at it to draw out another moan. When she sucks, Wendy whines and curls towards Irene to encourage her. 

Irene may let Wendy take her on most days, but she knows exactly what to do to make Wendy beg for her. Irene boldly moves the arm that lies under Wendy, knowing the woman won’t wake up, too used to when they shift in their sleep. Irene cups her breast with that hand, over her thin t-shirt and kneads it fearlessly because Wendy loves it when Irene plays with her boobs. On days she feels kind, she’ll stop fondling Wendy’s butt to play with her boobs. Today is one of those days. 

Irene brings both of her hands up to cup Wendy’s breasts and plays with them generously. She waits and teases the globes until Wendy lets out a low moan while she keens into the touch. Even when Irene pinches her nipples over the t-shirt Wendy doesn’t wake up, only whimpering for more. 

“Joohyunnie–” she dreamily sighs. 

Irene doesn’t respond, only kisses the back of her neck to continue this charade of a dream for her. She finally pulls her hands away and Wendy reacts instantly, rolling onto her back with a small frown. It’s so cute that Irene slips her hand underneath Wendy’s t-shirt to feel her hot body. 

Careful not to let the cold air wake her up, Irene makes sure the covers are over them while she tweaks with Wendy’s nipples generously. Small gasps start escaping her lips and Irene knows she doesn’t have much time before Wendy comes out of her dream. 

Irene takes the opportunity to slip under the covers, her hand cups Wendy’s hot mound through her shorts. She loves how sensitive Wendy is in the morning and responsive to her simple touches are because Wendy is already wet. So Irene tugs down Wendy’s shorts and underwear to see the fruits of her labour. 

The immense pride she has for making her wife seriously wet while she’s asleep turns her on. Those fans of Wendy’s aren’t nearly comparable to Irene. Irene has this power over her wife (even if Wendy likes to be tsundere about it). 

“Mmm? Joohyunnie?” Wendy sleepily calls when she feels her hips come off the bed. 

Irene wastes no time, casting the shorts aside and diving between Wendy’s thighs to lick up her wetness. She can hear Wendy moan in response to her tongue licking her folds. Wendy still isn’t entirely awake, not that it bothers Irene, so she keeps licking her, flicking her tongue teasingly at her entrance, and swirling it around the erect clit. When she sucks on it, Wendy clenches her thighs around her head because it’s just how she likes it. 

Irene feels Wendy’s juices smear her chin and she pulls back from her clit with a lewd wet pop. She pushes Wendy’s thighs away so she can see her pussy lips. They’re slick and shiny with her saliva and more of Wendy’s juices. Using her thumbs, she parts the folds to see Wendy’s core, she can feel the muscles clenching around nothing. She’s dying to be filled and Irene looks up at her sleepy wife submitting to her horny dreams with her eyebrows screwed up in frustration and quiet whispers begging for Irene. 

Irene chuckles wickedly. If only she had time to prepare before teasing her wife. She doesn’t wait any longer and pushes her tongue as deeply as she can inside Wendy. The softness of the muscle isn’t enough to wake her but it’s arousing her. Wendy moans loudly as Irene darts her tongue in and out and flicks it against the walls. As more wetness pours out of her, Irene brings up two fingers into the mix. 

“Oh god, Joohyunnie?” Wendy begs sleepily. She sounds confused and worried. 

Irene thrusts hard in response and Wendy closes her thighs around Irene’s head again. 

“Joohyunnie?” Wendy calls urgently. 

“Mm hmm,” Irene hums. “It’s just me, jagiya.” 

Wendy pushes back the covers so she can see her wife. There’s relief on her face with a crooked smile. “You’re so mean,” she whines cutely. 

Irene’s heart flutters because Wendy is especially cute when she is tired or exhausted. The woman may hate aegyo, but she’s a complete natural. “Am I?” Irene uses her free hand to urge Wendy’s legs apart. “It’d be mean if I stopped.” She threatens with a kiss on her clit. “Should I?” 

Wendy pouts and shakes her head. “Jagi, don’t stop.” 

Irene hums with a smirk on her lips. “I would never,” she promises to which Wendy preens, her legs falling open for Irene to continue. 

Irene dives back in, licking Wendy as she pumps her fingers. Spreading them so she can lick in between. She’s determined to bring Wendy to her pleasure. Every lick and suck she does only brings Wendy closer. What’s better than waking Wendy up by eating her out is when Wendy is awake and demanding. In her sleepy haze, she’s not only cute but needy. Irene feels Wendy’s fingers tangled up in her hair, urging her for more and more, her hips slowly coming off the bed to push against Irene’s face. 

Irene can’t help but chuckle. She loves this and she loves how well her wife reacts. Wendy can pretend all she wants, but she loves it when Irene takes control. And in these vulnerable moments, Irene takes complete advantage of her. 

“Oh god–Joohyun-ah! I’m cumming!” Wendy exclaims, forcing Irene’s face between her legs. Irene sucks on Wendy’s hard clit and thrusts as quickly as she can to push her wife over the edge. Wendy comes apart quickly with a strangled cry and tight grip on Irene’s hair. 

Irene doesn’t stop thrusting through Wendy’s orgasm, letting her ride it out with slow pumps. She’s dripping onto the bed without realising it and Irene smiles proudly as she licks it up. Wendy’s walls quiver around her fingers as she licks her back up. It takes a few minutes before Wendy pushes Irene’s head back.

“ ‘m sensitive,” Wendy complains with a huff. 

Irene chuckles and carefully pulls out her fingers to lick clean. Wendy looks wrecked as she wakes up. Irene climbs up her wife’s body slowly to capture her lips, letting her tongue seek Wendy so she can taste herself. Wendy loves it, sucking on Irene’s tongue with a groan.

“Just so you know,” Irene says when she breaks the kiss, “I won today.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Wendy groans as she shoves Irene aside angrily. 

Irene laughs and basks in the victory while Wendy angrily (and wobbly) gets out of bed to get ready for work. 

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Wendy rushes from the elevator when there's absolutely no reason to. All she knows is that she has to see Irene. She has to make sure that Irene is okay.

She punches the code for Irene's apartment like it’s her own apartment and enters, kicking off her shoes and tossing her jacket on the couch. The bedroom is the only room lit and Wendy makes a beeline for it. 

When she gets into the room, Irene is sitting on the bed–no Joohyun is–because Joohyun is sitting there in cut off terry cloth shorts and a borrowed rock band t-shirt from Wendy’s collection with one knee propped up reading a script and chewing on a pocky. It is far from ladylike and Wendy can hear Joohyun’s mother scolding her for sitting like she’s trying to wrestle an alligator. Everyone in the world can see Bae Irene as an elegant, ethereal goddess, but Wendy sees Bae Joohyun, the girl she grew up with and fell in love with. 

Joohyun jumps when she turns a page, momentarily breaking her enraptured state to notice the sudden presence. “Yah! Seungwan-ah, you scared me!” she screeches as she holds her heart with the script in her hand. “How are you suddenly here?” 

Wendy isn’t bothered by the scolding; it’s something that she’s used to. But what tugs her heart and fills her gut with guilt is the scripts littered across Joohyun’s bed. 

“Joohyun unnie,” Wendy exhales, trying to apologise by just saying her name. There’s nothing that she can do to make it up to Joohyun. She feels awful. 

Unable to say anything, Wendy kneels onto the bed before Joohyun, knees crinkling the audition scripts without a care. There are quiet protests but Wendy doesn’t listen. She cups Joohyun’s cheeks, tilting the woman up, and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. 

There’s a surprised squeak but Wendy tilts her head to slot their lips together. She pours her whole heart, every emotion: guilt, sorrow, sympathy, and as much love as she possibly can into the kiss. Joohyun tries to catch her breath to keep up with Wendy’s insistent kisses. 

“Seu-ng-mm-wan–what’s–up?” Joohyun murmurs in between kisses. 

Wendy knows that Joohyun can sense something is wrong, but she’s not ready to talk about it. She’s not ready to say her apologies out loud. “I-love-you-so–so–much,” Wendy murmurs in return, doing her best not to break their kisses. She has Joohyun in her grasp and she refuses to let go. “I love you–” She repeats over and over like a mantra. 

Joohyun stops questioning her. Her hands come up to Wendy’s shoulders, encouraging her. She releases small content sighs as Wendy kisses her and leans back on the bed. All the scripts abandoned around them and crinkled audibly underneath them, but neither of them care. 

Their kisses grow more insistent at Wendy’s desire. She pants and groans into Joohyun’s mouth who returns it in kind with moans and whimpers. Wendy feels grateful that Joohyun lets her take the lead. There’s nothing more that she wants Joohyun to know than how much she loves her. 

Wendy pushes against Joohyun until the woman falls against the pillows with her hair fanning the pillows. Her lips are pink and puffy from Wendy’s kisses and Wendy has an overwhelming desire to make them red, so she dives back down to deeply kiss Joohyun. Joohyun moans and wraps her arms around Wendy’s shoulders.

Wendy’s hands start to wander, wanting to feel every inch of Joohyun in her thin layer of clothing. Her girlfriend hates the cold and Wendy’s touches warm her up. Wendy feels how Joohyun’s body gets hot as she caresses every inch of skin she can, shoving her hands up to cup her breasts, feeling her lithe waist, and supple hips. Joohyun lets out an erotic moan when Wendy roughly cups her breasts, fingers trying to leave marks on her body. 

“Wan-ah, please–” Joohyun begs quietly, “I have a photoshoot tomorrow.” 

Wendy doesn’t care at that moment, roughly manipulating her breasts. They fit perfectly in her bigger hands, but she massages them tightly, knowing how much Joohyun likes it. She flips Joohyun’s shirt up and exposes them for her to lick, taste, suck on. She doesn’t care about the hickeys she leaves in the valley of Joohyun’s pale breasts. All she thinks is, you’re mine and I love you and I’m sorry. And what she receives in response is satisfaction and pleasure through moans and soft sighs, fingers carding her hair to simultaneously encourage and discourage her. 

Without preamble, Wendy shoves a hand down Joohyun’s shorts. Her fingers seek that sinful heat that is alighted by her alone. Joohyun groans with pleasure at the feeling of Wendy’s decisive touches. Wendy wants Joohyun to unravel at her hand, to receive the pleasure she deserves. Wendy ruthlessly rubs her clit to force out an orgasm quickly. 

Joohyun squirms and mewls at the touch, hips jumping responsively to the manhandling. Wendy perfectly manipulates the bundle of nerves and it catches Joohyun off guard, forcing her into a small orgasm. Her body shakes. 

“Seungwan, what’s gotten into you?” 

Wendy answers with a deep kiss. “Let me do this to you, unnie,” she insists, voice trembling as she tries to keep it together. If she speaks, the guilt comes out, the apologies ready at the tip of her tongue, and the tears are no doubt to follow. “One more.” 

Joohyun affectionately chuckles against her cheek. “It’s never just one more.” 

Joohyun knows her too well. Wendy pushes two fingers inside. It’s easy for her when Joohyun comes once because she’s slick with wetness. That’s why it’s never just one. Wendy pumps her fingers quickly with determination. She whispers her love into Joohyun’s ears. The sweet words contrast the roughness of her fingers, but Joohyun feels it all the same because she knows she’s safe with Wendy. 

Wendy wonders what she’s done in her life to have such a wonderful person like Joohyun. 

Wendy thrusts her fingers in and out of Joohyun’s wet pussy. The shorts get in the way and Wendy shoves them down to Joohyun’s knees. She rises over the older woman and pumps harder, palm slapping at Joohyun’s clit. Joohyun grips Wendy’s shoulders, trying to pull her close, but Wendy growls, focused on bringing her to her pleasure. The wet slaps get louder and Joohyun cries out, hips rising to meet Wendy’s harsh thrusts. 

Wendy buries her face in Joohyun’s neck to nip at the sensitive flesh. 

Joohyun pushes at Wendy’s shoulders, “Wan-ah, no marks.” 

Wendy doesn’t listen as she sucks down on the spot in the crook of Joohyun’s neck she loves the most. Joohyun no longer protests, moaning with pleasure as Wendy sucks and bruises the skin with her tongue. The pushes turn into pulls and the begging is for more. Joohyun’s walls pulse around Wendy’s fingers as she gets closer to her orgasm. The pleasure at her neck and between her legs send electrifying signals throughout her body. The tingling sensation builds until it sends shockwaves of pleasure to the base of her brain and her eyes roll back. The orgasm sends her mind to cloud nine. 

Wendy feels the powerful clenching of Joohyun’s walls around her fingers and listens to the visceral pleasured moan as Joohyun falls to her orgasm. She stops sucking on Joohyun’s neck and whispers in a desperate mantra, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Joohyun’s entire body quakes at the sound of Wendy’s deep voice expressing her love like a promise. 

When Joohyun finally comes down from her orgasm, Wendy’s fingers are slipped out of her. She can feel the dip of Wendy cleaning her fingers on the sheets. She frowns at the younger actress, but can’t be mad when Wendy curls up on her chest, cuddling her like a small koala. 

Joohyun sympathetically stares at the top of her girlfriend’s head and wraps an arm lazily around her shoulder. She uses the other hand to find one of Wendy’s hands, lacing their fingers together. Wendy doesn’t say anything, but her thoughts are loud as she stares at their laced fingers. Joohyun kisses the top of Wendy’s head affectionately. “I’m here to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.”  

Wendy nods but doesn’t speak. She buries her face in Joohyun’s bosom. Joohyun is worried that the younger actress is going to try to mark her again when Wendy shifts to lay on the tops of Joohyun’s breasts. 

“I’m sorry, Joohyun unnie,” she sadly mutters. 

“Mm? What’re you sorry for?”

“Trial by Fire.” 

Joohyun takes a moment before she realises what Wendy means. She sighs benevolently as she can so her girlfriend understands. “Wan, we’ve talked about this, you have nothing to apologise for. You never have to apologise to me for getting a role you deserve.” 

“But you were so good,” Wendy laments as she buries her face in Joohyun’s chest again. “You deserve it, not me.” 

Joohyun frowns, brows knit angrily. She shifts so that her girlfriend looks up at her. There’s a cute pout on Wendy's face that melts her heart. “You deserve it. You’re a great actress, Wan. If anyone can be passionate, righteous, and a bit foolhardy, it’s you.” 

“Foolhardy?” Wendy frowns. “Are you insulting me?” 

Joohyun giggles. “I mean…you did get the role.” 

Wendy gasps dramatically and pinches Joohyun’s side. “You’re so mean, unnie! What the hell?! Here I’m feeling bad for getting the role and you insult me with the characteristics!” 

Joohyun guffaws loudly as she hugs Wendy in her arms. “I meant it in the best way. Like I said, you deserve the role. You don’t ever need to apologise to me.” 

Wendy purses her lips. “I’m just tired of our fans fighting. I hate that our fans think we’re rivals. I don’t want us to be compared, we are two completely different people with different styles. I wish they could respect both of us for what we can do.” 

Joohyun leans forward and kisses Wendy’s forehead. “True artists recognise the work of others.” Wendy is doubtful. Joohyun is a realist. “Rivalry pays in this industry though; the interest from our fans, the way they come to our defence, is what keeps us on the map.” She gestures to the ruined scripts laid out underneath them. “Because you got that role, it freed up my schedule to look at other roles. When I get a role that you audition for also, you come home with a stack of scripts.” 

“I just feel bad,” Wendy continues to bemoan. “I think you’d be a great Kim Miyoung; I miss you as a lawyer.” 

“You miss me in pantsuits is what you mean,” Joohyun knowingly teases. 

Wendy’s cheeks turn pink. “Pantsuits fit your figure so well. You’re so sexy.” 

Joohyun chuckles and pokes Wendy’s cheek. “You’re gonna be so handsome in those pantsuits though. Your fans will go wild.” 

“Hmph,” Wendy turns her cheek away. “You should be going wild too.” 

“Oh I will,” Joohyun assures. “I’ll be waiting for you at home waiting to be your sexy secretary, Attorney Son Wendy.” 

“Yaaaaaah!” Wendy pushes off Joohyun, embarrassed. “I thought we weren’t roleplaying in the bedroom!” 

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Wendy was 7 when she got lost in the gardens. To be fair, it wasn’t her grounds, she was in a foreign land where the weather was too hot and her clothes felt too heavy for her skin. The furs and layers of wool that kept her warm felt suffocating in the humid air. She hated it and wanted nothing more than to be home, so as soon as the carriage stopped, she ran. 

She kept running and running, through tall walls of grass and flowers. It felt like a maze and she started to panic when she realised that she wasn’t getting away; she was only getting deeper into the maze. 

She screamed for help but no one was there. No one could find her because she was so small and so fast. In her panic, she manages to find a clearing, but she doesn’t see the pond and falls right in with a big splash. 

Her clothes that were heavy, only become heavier as it soaks up the water. The warmth that she feels is only replaced with cold and she can’t breathe. She suffocates from the clothes on her body and water pouring into her mouth as she screams for help. 

Just as the darkness creeps from the corner of her eyes, Wendy thinks she sees an angel floating towards her. She reaches out for the last sliver of hope to stay alive before she feels herself being pulled back from the depths. 

She feels her back hit the ground and she coughs up all the water that forced its way down her windpipe. When she looks up, the last person’s face she sees is the angel that saved her. The alabaster skin, pink petal lips, big brown eyes, and beautiful high nose. But she’s too exhausted to stay awake and falls asleep in the girl’s arms. 

Wendy woke up to find out that the girl who had saved her was the alpha she had promised to. Prince Bae Joohyun of Taegu, successor to the throne.

Joohyun was cold and uninviting. After saving Wendy, she was nowhere to be found. Apparently the young prince was an avid explorer and found nooks and crannies in the palace grounds that she would hide in for hours on end. Rumour has it, she has several ways in and out of the palace that has continued to put the guards on high alert.

At first they ran into each other only at dinners, when Joohyun would reappear. At 7, Wendy thought Joohyun was the smartest person she knew being 10 years old. Joohyun was succinct yet eloquent in her words and knew how to communicate with the adults at the table. It wasn’t until a few years later that Wendy found out that Joohyun was a military strategist genius. 

Joohyun didn’t pay Wendy any mind, knowing that their fates were sealed by the agreements of their families. When Wendy was of age, they’d be wed. 

But ever curious of Wendy, she wanted to get to know Joohyun. She too started seeking the nooks and crannies of the palace, finding Joohyun’s rooms and hiding spots. It took her years before she found her own secret spots that she hid away in during princess lessons. 

The only space that Wendy found was Joohyun’s work room, where there were books and books on philosophy, war, politics. She thought Joohyun would be mad when she was caught moving one of the figurines on the maps, but Joohyun just stared at her. 

“This is my space.” 

“You have plenty of space to share,” Wendy counters. 

Joohyun narrows her eyes. “Is there a reason you’re here?” 

Wendy shrugs. She picks up one of the books casually. “Don’t you get bored reading all of this?” Just from picking up the book, Wendy accidentally knocks over a small stack of papers and Joohyun yelps, jumping forward to help pick it up. She catches the small panels of artwork and cartoons. Amused, Wendy tilts her head. “You read comics?” 

Joohyun blushes; completely affected for the first time Wendy has ever seen and snatches the comics away from her. “Don’t tell anyone,” she threatens. 

Wendy is far from threatened and feels happy to know that she has something in common with the older girl. “Then let’s make a deal.” 

The deal was that Joohyun would let Wendy use her space freely. Wendy knew by the amount of fresh ink, new papers, and books that were in there, Joohyun spent a great deal of time there. It was the perfect opportunity to get to know the alpha she was supposed to marry. They spent a few hours of the day together in that room, Joohyun quietly working for most of it, but when Wendy shows up with a new comic or drama from the town, they’d read it together, huddled on the couch. 

Joohyun was excellent company, despite not ever talking much. She was a great listener that would hear Wendy’s complaints about missing home or missing foods or wanting to learn new things. She would tell her that Wendy could do whatever she wanted and then not long after, the king would meet with Wendy to provide her with her needs.

It’s been 12 years since leaving the cold kingdom. Wendy has gotten used to the hot Taegu summers and enjoys the lightweight linens that don her skin. There is nothing more refreshing to her than the cool breeze when her maidens take her to the fields on a hot day to help pick flowers. 

“Wendy unnieeeee!!!” 

Wendy stood up from gathering a small batch of tulips when she sees Yerim, Joohyun’s youngest sister rushing across the field waving her arms with excitement. 

“Wendy unnieeeee!” 

Behind the youngest princess is her maiden, Sejeong, who runs after her frantically. 

Wendy laughs as the young princess gets to her. 

“Wendy unnie! Joohyun unnie and Sooyoung unnie are back! They’re coming through the palace grounds now.” Yerim hops in excitement before she runs back. Poor Sejeong meets the young woman half way only to run back after her. 

Wendy quickly picks up her flowers and runs after Yerim. 

Joohyun and Seulgi are next to each other on their horses, dressed in black and white hanbok, hair tied up in a neat top knot, and swords strapped across their back. They’d been on a military exercise that was supposed to be a month long, but their trip was cut short when Sooyoung had gone missing. Apparently the young omega wanted to see Seulgi in action and stowed away, causing a headache for the eldest because she had to escort them back and leave the exercise to her father. 

Joohyun slides off the horse and Wendy is there to greet her. 

“Lord Bae,” Wendy bows. Joohyun grunts, acknowledging her presence as she undoes the straps to the saddle for the stablemen to take her horse away. “I can have some tea prepared and rice cakes.” 

Joohyun nods and starts walking towards the palace. “Captain Kang, prepare the training grounds in an hour.” 

Seulgi salutes at the order, accidentally almost letting Sooyoung almost fall out of the carriage. Sooyoung doesn't mind, using the opportunity to jump into the captain’s strong arms.

Wendy puts the purple tulips in the small vase while Joohyun stares out their tall windows. She can tell the alpha is annoyed, so she has chamomile tea and her favourite red bean rice cakes brought in. When the maid quickly leaves them, Wendy makes her way over to the woman. 

The swords are still strapped to Joohyun’s back, so Wendy takes the opportunity to take them off. She reaches for the clasp on Joohyun’s chest when she feels the woman grab her hand. 

“What’re you doing?” 

“Let’s take this off, so  you can relax comfortably.” 

“I’ll be back on the training grounds soon anyway.” 

“Nonsense,” Wendy argues, slipping her hands from Joohyun’s grasp and undoing the holster straps. “It won’t take long to put it back on. Relax for now, my lord, then you can exhaust yourself.” Joohyun doesn’t fight her and lets Wendy take off the leather straps. The swords fall back and Wendy reaches around Joohyun to keep them from falling to the ground.

Joohyun stiffens at the semi hug that Wendy has her in. 

Wendy holds back the giggle because Joohyun gets like this often when they’re close. They’ve been married for a few months but Joohyun is always timid and unwilling to be in close quarters with Wendy. The alpha claims that there is no need for them to be physically intimate because they weren’t wed for love. Joohyun wants Wendy to live as freely and unobligated to the throne as she wants. Wendy tried to express her true feelings for the alpha, but Joohyun turned her back on her and promptly went to bed. 

Since then, the omega has had to find excuses to be in Joohyun’s space, just to test her patience. Either Joohyun is really dense and can’t see Wendy’s feelings for her or Joohyun really isn’t in love with Wendy. Regardless, Wendy wants Joohyun to express herself more honestly and she wants to express herself to Joohyun too.

Wendy grabs the swords and begins to walk towards the couch when she bumps into Joohyun’s strong side. She stumbles, causing Joohyun to catch her. Maybe she’s learned a thing or two from Sooyoung in seducing a noble alpha. Joohyun’s arms are securely around her. The swords are squished between their bodies. 

“The effects of skipping etiquette lessons in your youth,” Joohyun notes as she stands Wendy up. 

Wendy chuckles and places her hand on Joohyun’s chest, the top swell of her breast. “I don’t have any regrets,” she teases with a provocative caress. She reaches for the back of Joohyun’s neck and feels the tension. “Especially when it results in your embrace.”

Joohyun swallows, her jaw tightening very obviously. She pulls away from the embrace like she’s on fire. “Let’s sit,” she says suddenly, passing by Wendy to sit at the small table. 

Wendy is pleased by the development because it’s obvious that Joohyun is attracted to her. She saw the way her pupils widened and the bob of her throat. Although small, it was progress. 

Wendy knew that if she wanted Joohyun to BE her alpha, she would have to work harder. Since Joohyun wouldn’t listen to what she had to say, she had to act appropriately. Or in this case, inappropriately. She had to seduce the future King. 

When Joohyun would work in their secret space, Wendy would ask Joohyun to dictate her thought process and move unbelievably close until her lips were at Joohyun’s neck to ask questions. 

At night, Wendy had the maids prepare the bath for the two of them. Joohyun was startled, eyes wide and jaw dropped when Wendy dropped her towel, but she would still get in the bathtub as far as she could from Wendy and turned her back to her. 

When they got into bed, Wendy shed her clothes to the thinnest layers of undergarments, revealing just enough of everything for Joohyun to see. And when Joohyun slept at the edge of the bed, Wendy just scooched her way over until her breasts were pressed against the older woman’s back and her arms were secure around her waist so she wouldn’t fall off the bed. 

There were so many moments that Wendy would take the opportunity to touch Joohyun’s hand, wrist, shoulder, neck, even face. Joohyun would remain still, eyes wide and throat bobbing. And whenever Wendy found a way to have their bodies pressed together, Joohyun would go hot in reaction and a gentle smell of lavender and sunshine would fill Wendy’s nostrils. 

Joohyun is swinging her swords as hard and as quickly as she can. She glides and skips across the ground and hops in the air as if she's weightless, moving like a dancer. 

Seulgi has no choice but to defend against her ruthless advances with her glaive. “You seem very angry today,” she remarks breathlessly. Joohyun doesn’t respond and continues to attack. Seulgi can sense the alpha’s frustrations. Joohyun often gets frustrated during exercises when people don’t follow directions or understand the plan. She gets quiet and focused; a deadly combination to those who don’t know her well. 

Unfortunately, Seulgi knows her too well and breaks her focus by annoying her. Instead of defending, Seulgi retreats, dancing around the slices in the air and brushing off attacks with her glaive. When Joohyun angrily scissors her swords at Seulgi’s torso, she drops into a barrel roll around Joohyun and comes up to slap her ass with the flat side of her glaive. 

Joohyun stumbles and finally yells, “Yah! Fight properly, stop playing around!” 

The other soldiers pause to look at them before they see Seulgi’s cheeky laughter and go back to practising before their leader catches them slacking.

“Let’s take a break, unnie,” Seulgi says, already walking off the ring. Joohyun growls but follows the captain. Seulgi sits down first, drinking water from her canteen before offering it to Joohyun. 

Joohyun stabs her swords into the ground before reaching for the canteen. 

“Is there a reason why you’re so frustrated?” Seulgi asks, looking up at Joohyun. 

Joohyun stays mum as she drinks. 

Seulgi smiles knowingly. “Does it have to do with Lady Wendy?” 

Joohyun bristles. At the mention of Wendy, her scent comes out. 

“Ah…so it does.” Seulgi chuckles, rubbing her nose. “Does it have to do with her seducing you?” 

Joohyun starts choking on her water and Seulgi rolls on the ground laughing at her. When Joohyun isn’t choking anymore, she throws the canteen at Seulgi’s head to stop her from laughing and demands, “Get up and keep sparring with me.” 

The thoughts of Wendy have filled her mind to the point that Joohyun is actually distracted. She keeps thinking about Wendy’s motivations behind her seduction. But when that happens, she thinks about how she’s fallen for that honey trap. Whenever Wendy is close, Joohyun feels her heart pound, her palms sweat, and her knot get hard. When she speaks, sings, laughs, it’s all like music to Joohyun. Everything about Wendy is lovely, but extremely frustrating because that’s not how their relationship was intended. They are a political agreement, there is no love. 

Joohyun is too busy thinking about Wendy to see Seulgi’s glaive come down on her shoulder. 

Wendy bursts into their chambers. “Joohyun unnie!” she exclaims upon seeing sitting there with the doctor assessing her wound. 

Joohyun’s brows furrow at the sight of Wendy. 

“She’s okay, just a flesh wound,” Yoona says with a kind smile. “No stitching required. I’ll just clean her wound and put the salve—” 

“I’ll do it,” Wendy declares. Joohyun makes a weird squeak of protest that makes Yoona stare at her in confusion. Wendy insists though, glaring at Joohyun for protesting. “I’ll take care of it, doctor, thank you for your assessment.” The omega leaves no room for argument and Yoona quickly leaves before she experiences any omega’s ire. 

Joohyun wants to argue, but Wendy scares the doctor more than Joohyun being the prince does. But she has a sense she shouldn’t say anything either because the omega is quietly seething already. She can tell by Wendy’s sharp woody smell when usually it is sweet like honey.

When they’re alone, Wendy takes Yoona’s seat and starts to unfasten the braces around Joohyun’s forearms. She makes quick work with deft fingers before reaching for the georeum at her waist. Joohyun grabs Wendy's hand quickly to stop her but Wendy lets out a low growl.

"Don't stop me," Wendy seethes, startling the alpha, "I'm trying to help you." Joohyun has never heard such severity until now and eases her grip so that Wendy can continue. Wendy pulls the georeum free and the hanbok become loose enough for Wendy to push off of Joohyun's shoulders. She doesn’t bat an eyelash or make flirty eyes at Joohyun upon seeing her bare chest.  “How could you do this?”

“Are you scolding me?” Joohyun frowns at Wendy. “I was practising.” 

“You’re just practising,” Wendy mocks, “save the wounds for the real battlefield.” She grabs a wet towel to clean up the wound. Like Yoona said, it wasn’t that bad, but it mars Joohyun’s perfect skin. “That is if we ever go to war again.” 

Joohyun hopes they don’t have to ever again. Going out on the battlefield is the last thing she wants because that’s where she lost all her brothers and was forced into this position. Some days she thinks if she spoke up sooner, her future would be different: she wouldn’t be prince nor would she spend her life preparing for wars. 

“Your beautiful skin,” Wendy laments as she starts putting the salve on. She does it carefully and precisely, making sure there isn’t an inch of the cut missing.

Joohyun tilts her head at Wendy. “Why do you care so much?” she can’t help but ask. 

“What do you mean?” 

“It's just a flesh wound,” Joohyun points out. “It’ll heal by tomorrow.” She lifts her arm to show Wendy her mobility. “And I can still do everything just fine. There’s no need for you to care.” 

Wendy knits her eyebrows. “Are you serious?” She puts down the salve. “How could you ask me why I care when you’re my alpha?” 

“Only by marriage.” 

Wendy scoffs in disbelief. “What is wrong with you?” She stares down Joohyun. “Our marriage isn’t just an agreement to me. I like you and I’ve been working hard to show that I care about you.”

“What?” Joohyun opens her eyes wide at Wendy’s words. 

“Are you stupid?” 

Joohyun stares dumbfounded. 

Wendy shakes her head. “I can’t believe you.” She leans in to catch Joohyun’s attention, her eyes serious. “You think I’ve just been traipsing around, flirting and seducing you for fun and games? I’ve loved you for so long and I want you to look at me the same way I look at you, Joohyun unnie. Consider me, regard me, and share your affection with me the same way that I do for you.”

Her throat goes completely dry and Joohyun doesn’t know how to respond. 

Joohyun is seething. She can feel her whole body react with her emotions. But she ignores it because all she can think about is Wendy.

Things shift between the two after Wendy speaks frankly to her. Her flirtation and seduction becomes bolder and Joohyun can’t deny that Wendy is directing it at her. Those giggles behind her from other soldiers and maids and those quiet comments between her sisters and her captain, all suddenly make sense. Joohyun feels like a big fat fool. 

Although she feels like an even bigger fool when her cousin from the western kingdom comes to visit and captures Wendy’s attention. At first, Wendy had offered to take Minho around the grounds and around the castle. But day by day they start spending time together reading, snacking, and whispering to each other. They grew close rather quickly. 

Joohyun didn’t know what to make of it, but every time she saw them together she’d feel a twist in her stomach until it came up to her heart. At the moment, she can’t control her frustration as she growls at the image of Minho supporting Wendy’s arms as she lifts the bow. 

Wendy knows how to shoot a bow because Joohyun had taught her years ago when saw Joohyun practising. Now Wendy pretends as if she doesn’t know and Minho has his hands on her shoulders and waist teaching her. Joohyun scoffs. She had done that before, but Wendy is clearly enjoying herself.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She tells me she loves me and when someone else comes around she flirts with them. How confusing. Why did I even believe her? She doesn’t love me, she never will. 

Joohyun bristles. She wants to go to the training grounds but she knows that Wendy is still there with her cousin. Probably laughing and enjoying her time with him. So she paces the length of her chambers.

The door suddenly opens and Wendy’s giggles fill the space. “I’ll see you at dinner, Lord Minho!” she cheerfully says. 

Joohyun stops in her tracks at the sight of Wendy smiling and waving to Minho who walks away with a wave. Joohyun scoffs. 

Wendy shuts the door behind her and turns to see Joohyun staring at her. “Oh, Joohyun unnie!” She bows before she starts untying her braces. “I was just looking for you.” 

“It didn’t seem like it,” Joohyun curtly remarks before walking towards the door. 

Wendy stops her. “Is something wrong?” She catches the alpha’s mood instantly. 

“I’ll be going now,” Joohyun brushes off as she walks by Wendy. She feels her wrist caught and looks at Wendy’s grip on her before looking at the omega. “What?” she snaps.

“What’s wrong? Your scent–” 

Joohyun pulls her wrist away. “Nothing, enjoy your time with my cousin, I’ll be in my study,” she declares. 

“But it’s almost time for dinner.” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

“Joohyun,” Wendy insists as she grabs her wrist again. “Why are you so angry?” 

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with. You can direct your complete attention to my cousin.” Joohyun can’t help but feel her heart twist inside of her even more. She doesn’t like the feeling and pulls away from Wendy. “I’ll be going now.” 

Wendy quickly comes around her and blocks the doorway. “It is my concern because you’re my alpha.” 

“You can stop with that, clearly you have another alpha of interest,” Joohyun points out. “By all means do what you want, just don’t do it in my sight.” 

“If you don’t care then what does it matter where I do what I want?” Wendy suddenly challenges.

“Because it bothers me, okay?!” Joohyun snaps. “I’ve let you do whatever you want, to have whomever you want, but you never did. Then my cousin comes around and you start flirting with him like you do with me. It makes me angry, Wendy, I’m angry and confused because you told me that you love me. And I received all that you’ve given me in hopes of becoming closer to you, but it’s clear you’ve changed your mind. And I can’t bear the sight of you with him, smiling, laughing, sharing your affection.” Joohyun feels her heart shake inside of her and she doesn’t like how uncontrollably upset she feels. The alpha inside of her is rearing to come out. She wants to stop herself from doing something stupid. “Get out of my way, I’ll be going now.”

“No.” Wendy stands her ground, surprising Joohyun. 

“I’m not joking, Lady Wendy, get out of my way,” Joohyun warns.

Wendy is relaxed. And it confuses Joohyun even more. “Tell me, Joohyun unnie, what would you do? If I don’t get out of your way, what could you possibly do?” she challenges.

Joohyun slams her hand on the door next to Wendy’s head. She feels her chest tighten like she’s run miles. The uncontrollable alpha inside of her begins to claw its way to the surface. “I could claim you,” she threatens with a growl. She’s so close to Wendy, feeling the heat of the omega’s body coming off of her. “I could take you before my cousin can even look at you again.” She balls her fist against the door. “No one would ever have you after me.” She can smell Wendy even stronger at the proximity. The honey and woody scent overwhelms her senses and Joohyun growls at how delightful it smells. “Stop me before I lose control, Wendy. Stop me so that you still have a chance to find someone that you really want.”  

Wendy surges forward, pressing her lips against Joohyun and throwing her arms around her shoulders. She moans against Joohyun’s mouth hungrily. 

Joohyun feels like she’s been struck in the head because whatever she was thinking goes right out of the window. The control that she has suddenly disappears as she melts into Wendy’s kiss. The omega’s scent is something she can taste and it makes her hungry. She grasps at the door and pushes against Wendy’s body to meet her tempo. 

Joohyun has never wanted something so badly and now that it’s within her grasp, Joohyun has to take it. She has to claim Wendy. The alpha in her roars at the pleasure. Joohyun feeds the fire, grabbing Wendy’s waist with her free hand, tongue pushing between the seams of her lips. The wet velvet sensation sends shivers down her spine as her tongue licks Wendy’s. 

Wendy’s moans are swallowed up by Joohyun’s mouth. She grasps desperately for the alpha to deepen the kiss. And Joohyun does, torridly licking her upper lip, her tongue before sucking on it. Wendy whimpers.

Their bodies are hot, burning almost as they kiss. The omega scent fills the air and Joohyun can’t help but respond. She wants to claim Wendy for herself. That honey and woody smell will be laced with lavender and spring fields. 

Joohyun gropes Wendy’s waist, up her side, until she feels her soft breast through the hanbok. Wendy mewls at Joohyun's rough hand but doesn’t stop her. She moans in satisfaction, urging Joohyun by digging her nails into the bottom of her top knot. Joohyun can feel her heat through the cloth and wants to feel Wendy entirely, skin on skin. She tugs the georeum and feels the material slacken. She needs to touch the omega. 

Both of her hands make work of Wendy’s dress, pushing it open and ripping her undergarments into shreds. 

Wendy gasps, pulling away from Joohyun to catch her breath. “Joohyun unnie–” 

Joohyun pulls back with eyes dark and full of arousal. She stares at Wendy’s pink face and swollen lips, her heaving breasts underneath her ruined clothes send the heat pooling between her legs. “You’re mine now,” she possessively asserts as she opens up her hanbok, tearing it off her own shoulders to reveal her naked torso. Her hard knot forms a noticeable tent underneath her trousers.

Wendy’s eyes light up, her lips turn into a smile. She bobs her head up and down, nodding in agreement. 

Joohyun grabs Wendy by her neck to kiss her passionately. She pushes the omega against the door to secure her and unties Wendy’s undergarment, letting it fall from her waist and pool at her ankles. Joohyun pushes against Wendy’s hot body, skin finally against hers, and blindly pulls out her knot. Wendy squirms against her until Joohyun feels Wendy’s hand meet hers. Joohyun groans at Wendy’s hand stroking her length. 

Joohyun grabs Wendy’s wrist and pins it against the door. She breaks the kiss to look between them. Wendy drips with wetness down her thighs and Joohyun groans at the sight. Without hesitating, Joohyun grabs her knot and lines it up against Wendy’s wetness, eyes rolling back with pleasure at the contact. She doesn’t hesitate to thrust upward, burying herself in Wendy’s heat. 

Wendy cries out at the intrusion. There is a brief moment of arrest, but Joohyun pushes past it forcefully. Her virgin walls burn briefly as Joohyun’s knot fills her. “Unnie–please–” she shudders at the way the member throbs inside of her. It feels painful and pleasurable at the same time. 

Joohyun moans, chest heaving as she remains firmly pressed against Wendy. The heat around her cock is blindingly glorious because being snug inside Wendy, feeling every inch of her walls suck her in, and the wetness coating her cock–Wendy’s is hers. “You’re mine, Wendy, only mine,” she claims with thrust. 

Wendy throws her head back against the door with a dull thump. She can feel Joohyun inside of her, cock rubbing her walls eliciting pleasure. “Oh god–Joohyun–yessss–” 

Joohyun buries her face in Wendy’s neck, sniffing her gland. The scent is unbelievably heady. “Mine, mine–” she thrusts into Wendy with wet slaps. The alpha inside of her swells with pride, knowing no one has had Wendy before and no one will after her. She licks a tender spot in Wendy’s neck that has her moaning loudly. Even buried in Wendy, it doesn’t feel quite deep enough, Joohyun needs to be deeper. Her free hand reaches down for Wendy’s thigh, grasping the back of her knee until Joohyun has her leg wrapped around her back. 

“Joohyun! You’re so deep!” Wendy screams in pleasure as her walls open up for the alpha to go deeper. “Please–more!” 

Joohyun groans in pleasure. Wendy’s walls shudder around her and she can feel balls deep inside of her. She thrusts harder and urgently. Every thrust met with pleasured moans and delighted mewls that makes her pride swell up. Joohyun gets to be the only one to do this to Wendy and no one else will ever get a chance. 

Joohyun buries her face until she’s at Wendy’s collarbone. The grip around Wendy’s wrist grows tighter. She thrusts so deeply until she is flushed against Wendy. Her movements become desperate and jerky, the tightness in her stomach reaches its limit. And Wendy’s tightening walls make it difficult to move. 

“Wendy-ah—” Joohyun breathlessly mutters, “--relax–so I can keep going–” 

Wendy whimpers and moans. “I can’t–unnie–please–” a high pitched moan escapes her lips, “I’m cumming–I’m cumming–” she cries out. 

Joohyun growls and thrusts harder, determined to bring Wendy to her pleasure. Wendy curls into Joohyun’s neck and cries as the orgasm hits her. She gets incredibly wet and Joohyun feels her eyes roll back because it becomes easier to thrust again. Wendy moans and whimpers, nails digging into Joohyun’s back. Joohyun groans loudly as she pounds Wendy’s quivering walls to chase her own orgasm. 

She suddenly feels teeth digging into her neck, Wendy bites her harshly. Joohyun moans in pleasure before she reciprocates, biting on Wendy’s shoulder. Wendy is hers. Wendy is hers. Wendy is hers. The idea sends Joohyun over the edge and she comes hard inside of Wendy, teeth breaking skin, so that she claims the omega as hers in all ways. 

Joohyun hears Wendy whimper weakly as she comes down from her orgasm, cock still twitching as she comes in small spurts inside of Wendy. She sees the blood at Wendy’s shoulder from her bite and licks it up before kissing it gently so that it heals quickly. She can feel Wendy’s gentle nips and butterfly kisses at her shoulder too. The blinding possessiveness dies down and Joohyun sees the dishevelled state of her omega more clearly. 

Wendy’s face is streaked with tears as their gazes meet. 

“Wendy-ah…” Joohyun feels her heart drop. “I’m sorry–” 

Wendy smiles tearily and shakes her head. “I’m okay, I just–I’m a little overwhelmed that’s all.” She glances beside her head where Joohyun still has her wrist pinned. “Can I…” 

Joohyun quickly lets go of Wendy’s hand, seeing the angry red mark. She reaches for it, but Wendy is quick, suddenly throwing her arms around Joohyun’s shoulders. Joohyun is surprised by the sudden hug. 

“I meant what I said, Joohyun unnie, I love you,” Wendy mumbles into her shoulder. “There’s no one else I want.”

Joohyun slowly brings her hands up Wendy’s back slowly, holding the omega. She breathes in their mixed scents and finds it soothing. It takes effect, calming her wildly beating heart from the sex. When she feels centred, she asks, “Do you remember all those years ago when you arrived in our kingdom?” 

“The day you saved me?” 

“Before that.” Joohyun kisses her shoulder. “Do you remember what you said?” 

Wendy pulls back to look at Joohyun. “What did I say?” 

Joohyun wryly chuckles. “You don’t remember?” Wendy looks at her dumbly and shakes her head. Joohyun caresses her cheek. “You said winter was where you were born and you wanted to die; that you’d rather be anywhere than Taegu. That you’d never fall in love with the prince.” 

Wendy’s eyes go wide as the memory hits her. 

“Our marriage was intended to unite our kingdoms. I’ve always understood the responsibility to my kingdom and you had to pay a price you shouldn’t have.” 

“Is this why you held back from all my advances? Why you never saw them as meaningful?”

Joohyun nods. “I always wanted you to be happy even if you would never love me.” She shakes her head at herself. “I guess I was silly to think that your feelings could never change.”

Wendy hums in agreement. “You’re a fool, Lord Bae Joohyun, because I ate my words as soon as I met you. I fell in love with you at first sight.” 

Joohyun has a soft smile on her face before she caresses Wendy's cheek with her knuckles. "I feel more for you everyday I see you." 

Chapter Text

Seungwan thinks she’s completely drunk when she sees the text. 

Joohyun [21:14]: i just got back 

But then the second one comes.

Joohyun [21:15]: are you doing anything tonight? 

Then she hears Yerim’s excited squeals. She looks up to see the young freshman greeting them with open arms. Everyone is surprised, but happy to see their maknae return. Seulgi gives her a big bear hug, while Sooyoung pulls her into a headlock. She starts giving out little baggies saying that they’re cookies. 

Seungwan is so surprised to see the younger sister that she actually anticipates the girl texting her to appear as well. 

When Yerim comes around and pokes Seungwan’s shoulder, “Are you not happy to see me, unnie?” 

Seungwan stops thinking of Joohyun to pay attention to Yerim. “Of course, I’m happy to see you!” She stands up to hug the young girl. There’s a distinct smell of freshly laundered clothes that reminds her instantly of Joohyun. “Why are you back so early?”

Yerim pulls away with a big stink eye. “Joohyun unnie needed to get some deposition done so I hitched a ride so I didn’t have to pay for a train back.” She takes another baggie out to hand to Seungwan. “We made cookies and I promise they’re good. Apparently, Joohyun unnie followed the recipe to the T so that they’d taste perfect. Probably not as good as yours, but it’s pretty good.” 

Seungwan’s heart flutters because Joohyun had texted her over break asking for her recipe. She wondered why the older girl was insistent, but seeing the fruits of her labour being returned to her makes her heart warm. Seungwan giggles as she takes it. 

Yerim scrunches her nose in disgust. “Anyway, I’m starving because she drove straight to campus. Food and drink please!” She pushes Wendy into the booth to have at the food and drink they were indulging in. 

Wendy fusses as Yerim pushes her into the booth, “Yah, I gotta go!” 

Yerim is shocked at how Wendy pushes her back. “Excuse me? I just got here. I’m the main event,” she sasses, looking offended. 

“I just remember I got more lyrics to write–I gotta go!” Wendy grabs her jacket, the cookies, and hurries out of the bbq shop. 

There are obvious protests to Wendy’s sudden departure, but no one really stops her because she’s been doing that a lot lately. 

Wendy knows it’s bad to bail on her best friends for Joohyun. But a full belly doesn’t stop her from feeling like something is missing. And the alcohol in her system makes her yearn even harder for the object of her affection. 

Her sunbae told her that she’d be gone for a couple of weeks for holiday with her sister and Wendy said it was fine and for her to have a relaxing time. But as the days went on, Wendy realised she missed Joohyun a shit ton. She missed Joohyun’s beautiful face, hot body, lovely smile, dorky laugh, sarcastic remarks, silent encouragement, calming presence, competitive ass—god, she missed everything about Joohyun.

Joohyun lives just off campus in her own apartment so Wendy books it through the busy streets as fast as her short legs can take her. It feels like forever as Wendy walks but she wants nothing more than to see Joohyun. 

Wendy quickly makes her way upstairs and knocks on the door. 

After a few quiet moments in the hall, Wendy knocks again as she hears Joohyun’s soft footsteps make their way over. With a click of her locks, the door opens and Joohyun stands before her with a confused look on her face. 

“How are you here so suddenly?” Joohyun doesn’t look happy to see her. Wendy feels shocked and it must show on her face because Joohyun changes gears quickly. “Not that I’m not happy, I just figured you were busy when you didn’t text.” 

Wendy feels massively relieved and giggles. “I came to see you. Yerim gave me the cookies.” She shows Joohyun the little baggie. 

Joohyun giggles and opens the door for Wendy to enter. “Come in?” Wendy enters, taking off her jacket. “Did you bring them so you could return them?” 

Wendy throws her jacket on the couch and places the cookies on the end table. “I would never. I just–I knew you were back and wanted to see you.” 

Joohyun shuts the door and walks to Wendy. There’s a soft smile on her face as she stares at Wendy. She takes a moment to look at the young girl, pushing her sweaty bangs out of her eyes. “Did you run here or something?”

Wendy’s eyes flutter at how Joohyun’s touch affects her. It’s only been two weeks but Wendy misses Joohyun so much that her body automatically reacts. “I walked quickly.” 

“What? Did you miss me or something?” Joohyun teases. 

“Mm hmm,” Wendy shyly admits as she reaches for Joohyun’s hips slowly. “I’ve missed you.” 

Joohyun glances down at Wendy’s hands and throws her arms over the younger girl’s shoulders to pull her into a hug. “I’ve missed you too,” she mutters into Wendy’s hair. “How was your break?” 

Wendy hums. She feels incredibly comforted by Joohyun’s hug and returns it tightly. “It was okay. I wrote a lot.” She doesn't say anything more, too afraid to reveal that the songs were all about Joohyun. 

“Any ones you’ll let me hear?” 

Wendy chuckles. “Sure, when they’re done,” she lies like she always does. 

“Then finish them,” Joohyun teases with a pat on her butt. “Yerim brags that your songs are good but you never let me hear them.” 

There’s a bit of nerves at the mention, but if Joohyun doesn’t bring it up, Wendy figures she’s safe. Her secret is safe because Joohyun doesn’t need to know that Wendy is completely in love with her. 

Wendy nuzzles her face into Joohyun’s neck to hide. She gets a good whiff of the fresh laundry: clean linen and lavender. It’s a scent distinct to Joohyun and what she smells when she misses Joohyun a lot. Even as she holds Joohyun now, she misses the girl, wanting to ask a million questions about everything, but firstly, she just enjoys being held. 

Joohyun pulls away first, hands on Wendy’s forearms. “How much did you drink?” she asks knowingly. 

“Not much, a bottle?” Wendy answers, trying to recall exactly but it’s lost in the sea of side dishes and meats. 

Joohyun laughs. “Let’s get you some water.” She pulls Wendy’s arms off her waist and slips a hand in Wendy’s to bring her into the kitchen. 

Wendy leans against the counter. She feels tired and lazy now, but she’s too excited to see Joohyun. She misses these moments after a few weeks apart. Being in Joohyun’s apartment is comforting, the woman’s place is neat and homey, smells nice always, and every thing about it is Joohyun. 

Joohyun hands her a glass of water and Wendy takes it, hand touching Joohyun’s hand. Wendy quickly downs the water, not realising how thirsty she is until she finishes the glass. 

“Wow, that’s refreshing,” she notes aloud as she stares at the empty glass. She giggles at herself for letting out such an enthusiastic reaction over water. She puts the glass aside. 

Joohyun steps back in her space, hands on either side of her to pin Wendy against the counter. “You seem very eager today,” she points out with a smirk on her lips. 

Wendy feels her heart flutter at the proximity. The small smirk on Joohyun’s face makes her automatically bite her lip. “Because I miss you.” 

“You miss me? Or you miss what I do to you?” Joohyun leans in to brush her lips against Wendy’s but not kissing her. Wendy shudders and chases after Joohyun’s lips to kiss her. Joohyun chuckles. “Definitely the latter.” 

Wendy bites her bottom lip in frustration. “I can miss both,” she honestly admits. “I miss you and what you do to me.” Her heart begins to race. She can’t help but feel thrilled to feel so relaxed and honest with Joohyun. It’s a fine line to teeter but Joohyun likes it when Wendy tells her what she’s thinking. 

“Like what?” Joohyun seduces with a small peck on her lips. 

“Kissing your lips,” Wendy answers with a kiss. “Hugging you.” She throws her arms around Joohyun’s shoulders. “Feeling your tongue against mine.” She kisses Joohyun and opens her mouth with a small moan, letting Joohyun’s tongue inside to taste her. They kiss for what feels like forever because Joohyun kisses her slowly. She flicks out her tongue to tease Wendy before Wendy has enough and chases her. They exchange quiet moans as the kiss becomes more passionate.

It sets a fire inside of Wendy to feel Joohyun kiss her and hold her closely. Wendy misses Joohyun deep inside of her because the fire uncovers the deeply rooted intimacy she feels with the woman despite her claims that they’re just friends. Wendy hugs Joohyun tightly; she breaks the kiss when the feelings become overwhelming. 

Joohyun doesn’t say anything, but it’s obvious by the way she stiffens, she is surprised at the hug. After a few moments, she hugs Wendy back. 

“I miss this with you,” Wendy unable to control herself. “You’re so warm, unnie.” 

Joohyun chuckles again. “You’re tipsy, Seungwan” She pulls away from the younger girl to look at her again. “We don’t have to do anything.” 

Wendy shakes her head. She’s already hot and she longs for Joohyun. “I want to.” She swallows shyly. “I want you to touch me however you want.” 

Joohyun’s right eyebrow twitches. A small sign that she likes what Wendy has to stay. Her hands move up to Wendy’s waist. “However I want?” she repeats, eyes lighting up. 

Wendy nods. “However you want.” 

Joohyun leads Wendy to her room and tells her to strip. Wendy takes off all her clothes, to realise that Joohyun hasn’t done the same. She instructs Wendy to get on the bed, sitting beside her to pull out a blue vibrator from her nightstand. She bends down to kiss Wendy soundly. “Why don’t you get yourself really wet for me?” She groans into the kiss. 

Wendy feels her entire body warm. No doubt she’s pink with embarrassment. But Joohyun is already rubbing her up and down with the vibrator. The feeling of the hard silicone against her folds turns her on even more. The heat inside of her manifests in the wetness that grows between her legs. She reaches between them, taking the vibrator from Joohyun and rubbing herself with it. 

A small moan escapes her lips as she takes control. She brings the tip to her clit and rubs it to stimulate her nerves. Joohyun kisses her while she plays with herself, enhancing the sensation. Wendy pants because Joohyun starts kissing along her jawline until she reaches her neck. She lets out a guttural groan as Joohyun sucks on her pulse point. Other than the kisses, Joohyun doesn’t touch her and it’s frustrating so Wendy rubs the vibrator between her legs, teasing her deliciously wet entrance for more. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and turn it on?” Joohyun commands with a smile in her voice. “Let me see how much you miss me.” 

Wendy whimpers at the command. Joohyun goes back to kissing her. She shifts to turn on the vibrator quickly, forgetting the setting, but not really caring as she hears the buzzing toy come to life. Wendy put it on a high setting without realising it, so when she presses it against her walls, she moans loudly. She feels extremely aroused and Joohyun has barely touched her, but Wendy knows that Joohyun’s presence alone is enough to stimulate her. Those days apart thinking of her don’t compare to having her present. 

Wendy lets out a high pitched whine as she traces her outer lips with the vibrator, feeling send sparks of stimulation through her body. She thinks about how Joohyun should be doing this to her instead and how urgently she needs Joohyun inside of her. Wendy lets out a low groan as she pushes the toy inside of her. 

Joohyun stops kissing her and watches as Wendy sinks the 6 inch toy inside of her. Wendy stares at Joohyun, very aware that Joohyun’s gaze is on her. She blushes as she moves the toy in and out easily. Her wetness is all over the toy that Joohyun can evidently see. Joohyun licks her lips, eyes wide with glee, and hand finally moving down Wendy’s abs. 

“You looks so good,” Joohyun murmurs as she stares at Wendy’s body. “Keep going. Don’t stop while I touch you.” 

Wendy nods, moaning as she keeps working the vibrating toy in and out of her. Joohyun climbs onto the bed, settling between her legs and Wendy spreads her knees apart for Joohyun to get a clear view. She touches Wendy’s knees, running her hands encouragingly up and down her thighs. 

Wendy clenches around the toy and feels a bit of wetness slip out of her. Her nerves are on fire as Joohyun touches her. The anticipation kills her because she wonders what Joohyun plans to do. But Joohyun stares at her, eyes appreciative and enjoying the sight. It makes Wendy feel incredibly vulnerable and bare but she loves how Joohyun stares at her. It makes her feels as if Joohyun sees her as the only girl in the world. 

Joohyun bends down to kiss her abs. Wendy lifts her hips, hoping that Joohyun will go down, but the woman does the opposite. She kisses her way up, much to her confusion. She picks up her head and stares at Wendy with a smirk on her lips. She hovers over Wendy carefully before opening her mouth to take Wendy’s nipple in her mouth.

Wendy moans at the sight. The feeling of Joohyun sucking on her nipple turns her on even more. The wetness pours out of her now. And she arches her back to meet Joohyun’s mouth. She can barely focus because the vibrator feels like it’s working strongly inside of her as Joohyun sucks on her. “Unnie–that feels so good. If you keep doing that, I’ll cum.” 

Joohyun chuckles around her nipple. “You can,” she casually says before moving to Wendy’s other breast. “Make yourself cum.” 

Wendy huffs. She’d be more annoyed if Joohyun wasn’t sucking on her so well, but she still kind of is. “I want you to. Make me cum, Joohyun-ah.”

Joohyun raises an eyebrow at Wendy. She visibly bares her teeth, tugging at Wendy’s nipple. The slight bit of pain sends electricity through Wendy’s body. “You’re being demanding.” 

“When am I not?” Wendy counters. “I miss you so much. I want you to touch me.” She pouts. 

“You said I can do this however I want.” Joohyun stares at Wendy pointedly. “I want to watch you make yourself cum.” She kisses between the valley of Wendy’s breasts. “With my name on your lips.” 

Wendy shivers. Joohyun isn’t entertaining her, she’s making her work for it. She must want her to expose herself. And Wendy can’t help but feel shy. But the sheer desperation for Joohyun to touch her makes her motivated. She has to do this in a way that makes Joohyun touch her. 

Wendy shifts, pushing the button of the vibrator up, waiting to feel the stronger vibrations. She lets out a moan at the sensation. She moves her hand to her breast, squeezing herself and rubbing herself as she works the vibrator in and out of her. Joohyun pulls back to watch, eyes growing dark with arousal. Wendy moans, mouth falling open and throwing her head back to let Joohyun stare at her. 

“I wish it were you doing this to me,” Wendy speaks through her whimpers. She pushes the vibrator in deeply and rolls her wrist. “I love the way you get deep inside me.” She moans loudly as she pulls out the toy and shoves it back inside. “When you get rough, it turns me on.” She tweaks her nipple. “It makes me think of you all the time.” She gasps as pushes the toy against her g-spot. “Because I feel you all over me, even when you’re not around.” 

Joohyun’s eyes widen. “Seungwan-ah…” 

Wendy moans as she shoves the toy against her g-spot over and over. “You have no idea. How much I want you.” She mewls as the stimulation builds the pressure inside of her. She thrusts the toy as deeply as she can. “I want you, Joohyun-ah.” Joohyun touches her finally, fingers rubbing her clit. Wendy cries out at Joohyun’s touch, feeling it in time with the vibrations against her g-spot. They work together, Wendy fucking herself harder with the toy and Joohyun rubbing her to push her over the edge. When Joohyun climbs on top of her, straddling a leg so she can keep working the toy, and kisses Wendy deeply, she falls completely apart. The orgasm rushing her body quickly as she feels Joohyun over her body. She moans into the older girl’s mouth as she cums.  

Wendy feels exhausted after she comes down from her high. Her walls cling to the vibrator in between her legs, forgotten because she’s kissing Joohyun. She sighs contently. “Joohyun…” I love you. She cups Joohyun’s cheeks as she kisses her urgently. 

But Joohyun pulls away, she crawls off the bed and takes off her clothes. Underneath her t-shirt and sweatpants, the strap on dangles between her legs. She climbs back on the bed between Wendy’s legs and pulls out the vibrator. The wet squelching sound fills the air and Wendy blushes. She feels her wetness shine on the silicone. 

Joohyun doesn’t hesitate to bring it to her lips, licking the sides and sucking on it to clean off Wendy’s juices. 

Wendy gasps at how hot Joohyun looks doing it while staring at her. 

There’s a smile at the corner of Joohyun’s lip, knowing what it does for Wendy. When she’s done, she tosses the vibrator aside and hovers over Wendy. She boxes Wendy in with hands on either side of her head and bends down to kiss her. Letting the younger girl taste herself on her lips. 

Wendy moans as Joohyun’s tongue slips between her lips. 

Joohyun shifts her arms underneath Wendy’s legs, pushing her further into the bed as she lifts her knees. She reaches between them to align the dildo head at Wendy’s entrance, rubs it up and down, gathering the wetness before sinking in. Wendy groans as the dildo splits her lips and sinks inside of her sensitive core. It feels like little fireworks going off inside of her as Joohyun pushes deeply in. It’s thicker and two inches longer than the vibrator, stretching her deliciously. So Joohyun takes her time letting Wendy adjust to the stretch. She rubs Wendy’s hips encouragingly. 

“Good?” 

Wendy whimpers and nods. 

Joohyun kisses her once more before she starts thrusting. Wendy cries out and lets Joohyun fuck her. It feels different because Joohyun does it. She feels stimulated ten times faster and ten fold. Joohyun buries her face in Wendy’s neck as she thrusts her hips, driving the dildo as if it’s part of her. She lifts Wendy’s knees blindly to go even deeper. 

Wendy’s cries only encourage her. And the way Wendy’s arms wrap around her shoulders, nails digging into her shoulders, feels amazing. Joohyun breathes in Wendy’s scent. Even if it’s generic laundry detergent and some soju and bbq smoke, Wendy smells like Wendy. Joohyun loves it.

“I’ve missed you,” Joohyun whispers into her ears followed by a grunt as she thrusts. 

Wendy feels her heart flutter. Joohyun sounds so sweet to her. “Me too.” 

“You like it better when I fuck you?” 

Wendy groans. “Yes.” 

Joohyun grunts as she keeps moving, trying to catch her breath. “Do you want it harder?” 

“God, yes.” 

Joohyun chuckles breathlessly. “I love how you can take whatever I give you.” Wendy whimpers as Joohyun snaps her hips, driving the dildo deeper inside of her. “You’re so wet.” She goes faster, thighs slapping against Wendy’s. “Does anyone else make you like this?” 

“God, no,” Wendy quickly gasps. She holds Joohyun tighter. “Only you. Only you.” Wendy shuts her eyes tightly. “No one else.” 

Joohyun groans as she pushes as deep as she can go. “Just me?” 

Wendy nods urgently. “Only you. I just have you, unnie.” She moans at the way her feelings start to bubble in her chest. “No one else ever.” She bites her lips. She wants to say more, so much more to let Joohyun know. But the only thing she can think of is how much she loves Joohyun. No one can make Wendy fall as hard as Joohyun. 

“Good,” Joohyun whispers hot against her ear. Her hips move faster, fucking Wendy in a quick, rough rhythm. Every snap of her hips pushes the dildo deeper inside Wendy. “How’s that?” 

“So, so good.” Wendy answers. “All I feel is you.” 

Joohyun kisses her neck. “You’re so tight.” 

Wendy whimpers and groans. “I’m going to cum…” 

“Okay,” Joohyun suddenly lifts her head, hands hooking under Wendy’s knees until her legs on are on her shoulder. Wendy’s eyes widen, seeing Joohyun’s face and watching her hips lift up. Joohyun plants her hands on either side of Wendy’s head and hovers over her, nearly folding her in half, the dildo hitting the deepest parts of her pussy. 

Wendy scrunches her brows up in pleasure, biting her lip. Joohyun smiles at her and Wendy feels the butterflies burst in her stomach. Joohyun pounds into her, eyes locked on hers. Wendy sees the sweat glisten on Joohyun’s forehead and neck as she pounds her. It brings her great pleasure and excitement that Joohyun stares at her as she fucks her. How can she not fall in love as she stares into Joohyun’s eyes as she fucks her. She can only hope that Joohyun only sees her. That no other girl gets to experience this. 

Wendy’s eyes roll back as the pleasure builds again. Her walls are abused under Joohyun’s pounding. In rough short bursts, Wendy feels her hips jump. Her walls throb around the toy and she’s gasping for air. “Joohyun—I’m close—” 

Joohyun bows her head. “Me too.” She doesn’t stop thrusting in short bursts, burying herself in Wendy and rolling her hips. She rubs the toy against her clit. “Shit–I’m gonna cum–” 

Wendy bites her lip. “Joohyun–” she reaches up to cup Joohyun’s cheeks. 

Joohyun breathlessly laughs. She tilts her head to kiss Wendy’s palm. “I’m close, Wan-ah, let’s come together.” 

Wendy nods, not letting Joohyun’s face go. She caresses Joohyun’s soft skin, letting her body submit to the pleasure. Joohyun’s brows scrunch up in focus. Her hips start to stutter as she reaches her climax. With a deep thrust, Wendy comes with her, watching the older girl’s face express her pleasure. Joohyun’s eyes are shut tightly, mouth gasping for air, and the veins in her neck popping noticeably. Wendy feels her heart shake inside of her and she comes at the beautiful sight above her. 

Joohyun collapses on her and Wendy wraps up the older girl in a hug. She feels Joohyun’s heart racing against hers. Their bodies are hot and sweaty but Wendy doesn’t mind because she feels incredibly close with Joohyun on her, the dildo lodged deep inside of her. Joohyun dominates her senses and Wendy revels in it. 

Wendy buries her face in Joohyun’s shoulder, exhausted from another orgasm. I love you, Joohyun… she thinks before she shuts her eyes. 

Wendy hates the sunlight as it falls on her face. She feels a headache and dehydration set in as she opens her eyes. Her body is incredibly sore as she rolls onto her back in bed. She’s under a thick comforter that rubs against her naked body smoothly. 

She questions where she is for a brief moment until she sees the bookcase of law books and case files. 

The door opens and Wendy looks up, rubbing her sleepy eyes to see Joohyun enter the room. 

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” Wendy apologises as she slowly sits up against the headboard. “I didn’t mean to sleep over.” 

Joohyun has a bottle of hangover juice in her hand as she sits next to Wendy on the bed. “It’s okay. How’s your head?” 

Wendy rubs her eyes until they adjust to the sunlight. “Hurt a little that’s all,” she mumbles. “What time is it?” 

“Just after ten,” Joohyun answers. “Here, drink this to feel better.” 

Wendy takes the hangover juice. “Thanks.” 

Joohyun watches Wendy as she drinks and Wendy feels conscious of her gaze. 

“What?” Wendy asks, becoming shy under the stare. 

“Do you remember what you said last night?” Wendy tilts her head. “Before you fell asleep?” 

“I didn’t…” Wendy thinks back to the last thought she had before passing out. “I didn’t say anything…” 

Joohyun hums thoughtfully. “Okay…so you don’t love me?” 

Wendy’s jaw drops. “What?” 

Joohyun sucks in a breath as she rubs the back of her neck. “I guess I shouldn’t say I love you too,” she laments with a pout. 

Wendy gapes like a fish out of water. “What?” she parrots herself like an idiot. 

Joohyun chuckles and pats Wendy’s lap. “I’ll let you think about it. When you remember what you said, come have breakfast with me.” With that, Joohyun stands up and leaves the room. 

“Joohyun unnie—wait!” Wendy jumps out of bed after realising maybe she had opened her big fat mouth after she came with Joohyun. 

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For hundreds of years, Wendy has seen this sick side of humanity: the hunger, lust, and profane. Her mere existence is rooted in human desire to quench their sins. The most amusing part is watching them get more and more creative. That is until they’ve become more violent, angrier, scarier. 

Wendy has tried to steer clear of those evils recently. She’s just trying to make a living day to day now, poaching on some innocent soul and corrupting them just a little bit. It’s more difficult in the modern world connected by social networks. She does not want to create another witch hunt.  

She’s down on her luck because in the new millennium she has to pay rent. She misses the days where she could have a good fuck and go back to the collective’s den where all of the other creatures of the night share. Everyone has been investing in apartments, condos, and properties to fit in and here Wendy is house hopping until the last second when the recession hits. News flash, no one has a place to stay anymore unless they’re actually making money. 

“Get out of here ya freeloader!” Younho, that bastard warlock, yells as he shoves her out the door. 

“I’m not freeloading, who does all your dishes and cleans up the goddamn place?” Wendy argues as she’s flung out the back door. She skids across the concrete until she hits the brick wall. 

“Who also eats all the food and doesn’t replace it?” he yells in return. “You’re a shite roommate and you don’t got respect for no one!” 

“You’re the shit roommate, Younho!”

“At least I have a job and makes a livin’, I aint stuck in the old times fuckin’ my way through life.” 

“You’re literally a con artist, you’re still fucking your way through life!” Wendy yells back. “At least I fuck to actually live so it's fun! You’re such a stick in the mud!” 

“Oiy, shut yer yammer and get outta here!” Younho throws her suitcase at her. 

The fact that it’s half her size and has all of her belongings, knocks her down and kind of crushes her. Not that it hurts, but it really knocks the wind out of her. 

Wendy lays back on the ground as the door slams shut behind him. She is annoyed at this century. Capitalism sucks. She shuts her eyes because she’s so tired from working. Living is almost not worth it, Wendy thinks for a hot second. But she still does like everyone else. Yes, she ended up getting a job, a shit one for now just to scrape some money by, but most of her time is spent like Younho says, fucking to stay alive. How she misses the sexual revolution when she was at her peak. Everyone just enjoyed the sexual exploration. Now she really has to work on getting her way in with some people. 

“Oh no!” a voice suddenly exclaims somewhere down the alley. 

Wendy pays no mind, just trying to figure out her next moves, when she feels the weight of her suitcase getting pushed off her chest. She opens her eyes to see a woman hovering over her with big eyes and dark raven hair framing her perfectly light skin. 

“Holy hell–” Wendy’s eyes go wide at the seraphim like woman and shifts her head back comically.

“Are you okay?” the woman urgently asks, pushing her shoulder and suddenly patting Wendy down. “Does anything hurt? Are you in any pain?” 

“Whoa, whoa!” Wendy sits up as the woman pats every inch of her body. “What’re you doing?” 

The woman pulls back with relief on her face. “You’re okay, that’s good. I heard the commotion and I came to check when I saw you lying on the ground. I thought you were hurt, so I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

Wendy stares at this woman incredulously. “You hear danger and you come towards it?” she sarcastically asks. She checks her leather jacket and pats off the dirt and debris. 

“It’s part of my job,” the woman sheepishly answers. She stands up, holding her hand up for Wendy to grab. “Let me help.” 

Wendy grumbles but grabs onto the woman’s welcoming hand anyway. It’s nice sometimes when people are courteous. “Thanks,” she mutters. 

“Do you have anywhere to go for the night?” she asks, noticing Wendy lifting her luggage upright.

Wendy wryly chuckles. “Why? Are you offering?” she jokes. 

“Oh,” she is surprised. “I suppose I am,” she says, which surprises Wendy even more. 

“Girlie, you don’t even know me, why would you take home a stranger?” 

It turns out that the woman is named Irene and Irene volunteers at a shelter for women and children who have no place to go. She says this late at night, there’s no place that will take Wendy and if she doesn’t have a place to go at least her home will be safe until morning. 

Wendy is convinced when her stomach growls and Irene offers ramyeon.

“So what do you actually do?” Wendy asks when she gets to Irene’s apartment building. She eyes the nice building in awe because she was expecting a small dingy apartment like everyone else has. 

Irene rubs her nose shyly, seeing Wendy’s curious eyes taking in the apartment building entrance. “I’m a nurse,” she answers. 

Wendy bobs her head. “It must pay well.” 

“Uhm, pretty decently…” 

Wendy notes the way Irene shyly and humbly answers her questions. With the nice apartment building and even more luxurious apartment, Irene probably gets paid way more than she says. “Way more than decent,” Wendy points at the nice big couch and large flat screen TV. “Hell, I feel like you have to sell your soul in this economy.” 

Irene giggles. “I just work a lot, that's all.” 

Wendy gets to stay on Irene’s couch, which is actually a pull out bed. She even has extra sheets and blankets prepared in a nice linen closet like it’s a normal occurrence. When Wendy points it out, Irene says that she has sisters sleepover at her place all the time so she always has spares. It’s not until Wendy notices the picture of a young Irene with other children in front of an orphanage that she knows what Irene means by sisters. 

“I think I’m really lucky you found me in that alley,” Wendy says after her stomach is full of ramyeon and she’s had a nice shower, which the water pressure has never been better in the last five years for her. “I could get used to a life like this.” 

Irene smiles politely and shrugs. “Anyone could have a life like this; it’s just a lot of work.” 

Wendy ruminates. “Yeah, maybe a little too much work for someone like me.” She thinks about how being a succubus from a time where money wasn’t an issue up until now. She should’ve been smarter like those vampires in their investments. 

“Never,” Irene simply says. Her eyes are encouraging. 

Of course, Wendy finds a bleeding heart full of kindness. She feels a little vulnerable because of the state of her life and enjoys Irene’s sympathy. 

Irene lets Wendy stay because she knows how difficult it is to find a place in the city when you don’t have a lot of money. 

“Why are you being so nice? I could be a serial killer, murderer, or psycho. Do you take pity on every poor soul that you find in the streets?” 

Irene doesn’t answer for a while before finally saying, “You just don’t look happy with where you’re at. Having a safe place to heal isn’t a big deal.” 

Wendy pauses at the conviction in Irene’s voice. She feels uncomfortable that Irene can see right through her. “I don’t need that,” she toughly says.

“Mm,” Irene kindly nods in agreement. “That’s for you to decide.”

One night turns into a few days and a few days turn into a week. Wendy tells Irene it’s practical for her to have a place to leave her things while she works and she’s working on finding a place to stay. Unfortunately the city is expensive and even the cheapest apartments require first and last months pay on the lease agreement, which Wendy can’t afford at the moment because she never saved any of her money. 

“So...how long can I stay here?” Wendy sheepishly asks Irene, who is playing her video games. 

Irene tilts her head at Wendy. “Uh…” 

“It’s fine if I’ve overstayed my welcome,” Wendy shrugs it off, “I can go whenever. I’m just wondering.” 

“Did you find a place?” Irene asks. 

“No but–”

“It’s fine then, stay a bit longer,” Irene offers with a smile. She goes back to her games. 

“I haven’t been paying you though.” 

“It’s fine, you help me clean dishes, you clean up after yourself, and you eat the food I don’t get around to,” Irene says. “If you want to, stay until you find a place.” 

Wendy pouts with Irene’s back to her. “At first, I thought you were secretly a psychopath and now I’m just convinced you’re crazy.” 

“How am I crazy?” Irene asks, still playing her game. 

“You’re just unnecessarily nice and easy going. Someone is going to take advantage of that and ruin you one day.” 

Irene chuckles. “I mean you could, but you haven’t yet, so I think I’m safe.” 

Wendy narrows her eyes at Irene. The nurse is too kind and clever that Wendy can’t even fathom taking advantage of her. She’s just too different from everyone Wendy has met and in the best way too. 

After a few weeks, Wendy finds out why Irene doesn’t have a roommate. It happens when Irene comes home late from the hospital and Wendy is taking a nice bath. Irene was bone tired, thinking Wendy had already gone to sleep so she stripped down sleepily to shower. 

“Oh hey? Am I a ghost now?” Wendy points out when Irene is halfway pushing down her scrub pants. 

Irene screams at the top of her lungs when she finally notices Wendy’s presence and falls back against the door on the ground. “You scared me!” she is practically in tears as she lies on the floor. 

Wendy giggles and hangs over the side of the tub. “Well, the bathroom light was on, I kind of thought you’d know I was in here. Didn’t peg you for a scaredy cat.” 

Irene whines and leans against the bathroom door, still trying to catch her breath. “Well I am. I hope you’re happy you scared the wits out of me.” 

“It is amusing,” Wendy teases. Irene huffs and starts to stand up when Wendy sees the extra appendage Irene has dangling between her legs. “Oh, you–” 

Irene realises Wendy’s stare and tries to cover herself up as she profusely apologises before running out of the bathroom. 

Irene is part werewolf as it turns out. The blood is diluted but some of the genetics still passed down, one of which is her alpha blood. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she was able to discover that she wasn’t entirely human. While she doesn’t know who her parents are or what clan she could possibly be from, it’s not like she cares, she at least has an explanation of why she’s different from her human counterparts. 

Wendy isn’t surprised in the slightest, having heard stories of mixed humans and mythical creatures. Most of them die at birth or live in hiding for their lives, but it isn’t uncommon nowadays for them to walk amongst humans. It makes it easier for Wendy to tell Irene she’s a succubus at least. 

They become a lot closer after that. Irene becomes considerably more at ease around Wendy. She’s definitely more talkative about supernatural things now that she knows how old Wendy actually is. Wendy enjoys it too, not worried about Irene being a human that will kick her out of fear or think she’s crazy.

However, Wendy has enough of their little friendship because she actually starts falling for Irene. The woman seriously is quietly witty, shyly charming, and seriously too nice for this world. She never thought she’d have feelings for anyone. It was impossible as a succubus not to drain the life out of someone if she wasn’t too careful. 

Irene brings it up, “As a succubus, don’t you need to feed?” 

“Are you offering?” Wendy teases. 

Irene stops chopping briefly. “Uh…I was just asking,” she stammers, “because you told me you work in a restaurant…and I don’t know you never bring anyone home or smell like anyone.” 

Wendy screws up her face in confusion before she realises Irene’s keen sense of smell is probably because of her werewolf blood. She sees a small blush on Irene’s face and finds it adorable. Wendy laughs. “I’ve learned a few tricks to feed indirectly off of human sexual energy, makes me more discrete. It helps that I work with a lot of humans now so a good whiff every now and then is more than enough.” 

Irene’s lips form a cute little o as she takes in the information. Wendy feels her heart warm at the expression. 

“You know?” Irene looks at Wendy. Wendy leans on the counter, dropping her chin in the palm of her hand, staring at Irene with a flirty smile. “If you did offer, I wouldn’t say no.” 

Irene blushes furiously and just continues chopping ingredients for their dinner. But she hasn’t said no. 

When Wendy says she can discreetly feed off of humans, it’s because of their repressed sexual energy. She can smell it from a mile away now. As she said, it used to be a lot easier to flirt and seduce people into giving into their sexual desires, but now that she has to work for it, she cuts the crap if it doesn’t get her to home base and feeds of the building tension underneath the surface. Not quite as delectable but enough to survive. 

Irene oozes pent up sexual energy. It takes awhile for Wendy to notice it, but it explains why Irene always smells so nice to her. She’s got a pleasant summery scent to her, something akin to fresh laundry that dries in the sunlight. It just hits her full force when Irene comes home after a 14 hour shift and smells stronger than ever. 

Even after a shower, Irene still smells like it. When she spots Wendy, she blushes and immediately shuffles into her room and closes the door claiming that she’s too tired to eat or cook. 

Wendy doesn’t think much of it until she notices the bright moonlight keeping her up in the middle of the night. “Huh…she might be a little more wolfy than she thinks.” 

The clean linen smell fills Wendy’s nostrils and she sits up from the pull out bed. She tilts her head with interest because she can feel the energy radiating from Irene’s room. It makes her salivate. To sate her curiosity, Wendy makes her way over to Irene’s bedroom door and gently pushes open. 

She can hear Irene moaning and cursing quietly. 

“Come on, come on, come on,” Irene urgently whispers. 

Wendy peeks in, she can’t help it. She’s dying to know what’s going on with Irene. And she can see the big problem. 

Irene’s blankets are kicked to the bottom of her bed and she’s naked from the waist down, hand grasping her huge cock and stroking it furiously. Wendy is surprised at the size of Irene, eyeing it to be about 9 inches and with how Irene's hand barely closes around it, it's girthy. Irene's eyes are screwed shut as she pumps herself harder, quietly begging to come. With a loud grunt, she does, releasing jets of cum onto herself and a bit on her t-shirt. 

Irene exhales, trying to catch her breath as she finishes cumming. When she looks between her legs to see her cock is still hard she swears, “Damnit, why are you still hard?”

Wendy can’t help but let out a giggle at Irene’s frustrated response. 

“Oh shi–! Wendy!” Irene screeches as she scrambles around her bed to find something to cover herself with. “What’re you doing here?!” She yells as soon as she grabs a pillow to cover her cock. 

Wendy casually points at herself. “You do realise I can help with that problem of yours, don’t you? It’s kind of in the description,” she cheekily informs.

“No, no, no!” Irene hotly denies. “I’m okay, I just–it’s fine. You don’t–we aren’t like that. You’re fine.”

“Does this happen often? Because I don’t think I’ve ever met a cock-having creature complain about staying hard.”   

Irene blushes. “I don’t really want to discuss this with you. Please go, I’m so embarrassed right now.” 

Wendy stares at Irene sympathetically. “There’s nothing wrong with masturbating. Everyone does it. I do it obviously.” 

“It’s the getting caught part,” Irene counters. “No one has ever seen it and been as casual as you. It’s not like there are a lot of women like me out there.” 

Wendy shrugs. “Maybe there are and you just don’t know it.” Irene chews her lip nervously. “Come on, seriously, why are you so shy? It’s not like you haven’t had someone help you with this problem.” Irene’s eyes go wide and she stays mum at Wendy’s comment. Wendy is in disbelief. “Unless you haven’t?” 

Irene’s cheek twitches and she looks away. “No…not really.” 

Wendy barks out a laugh. “You can’t be serious!” 

“What? So what?” Irene is offended at Wendy’s reaction. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just–you’re gorgeous. Like your face, your figure, and you’re smart. You’ve gotta be lying to me.” 

“Well, I’m not. Usually when someone finds out I have a penis it’s kind of straight for the hills. So I just stopped trying.” Irene shifts awkwardly on the bed. “Can you go now? It’ll make this way less painfully awkward for me.”

“Speak for yourself, only you feel awkward,” Wendy argues. “Do I look like I’m uncomfortable?” She makes her way around the bed to sit down beside Irene. “Like I said, I can help you out with this problem.” She playfully pokes at the pillow covering Irene. “You won’t be able to get this down without some help considering it’s a full moon.”

Irene turns red. “It has to do with that?” 

Wendy nods. “I’ve gotta take you to meet Key some time, he’s a know-it-all about this stuff. But everyone knows that full moons are when wolves are the strongest.” She gently tugs at the pillow. “Your body is dying to fuck something right now and it won’t stop until it’s satisfied. Let me help you out with that.”

Irene flaps her mouth open and close like a fish out of water, but she lets Wendy take away the pillow. “I don’t know…I’m worried–” 

“About what?” 

“It hasn’t gone down and I’ve cum like three times—” 

“Mmm, tell me more,” she croons at the sound of that. 

“Wendy, I’m serious, it takes awhile–”

Wendy hums delightfully. “Keep going, baby, I don’t think I’ve heard anything sexier.” 

"But it's big and you're small." 

Wendy groans erotically and teasingly exclaims, "I can't wait for it."

“Stop!” Irene pushes at Wendy’s shoulder out of embarrassment. “I feel like you’re teasing me!” 

Wendy chuckles as she climbs onto the bed. “Trust me, I am teasing you, but only in the best way.” She throws her legs over Irene’s to straddle her lap. She looks at Irene’s cock that rests against her stomach, it’s big and twitching. Up close Wendy definitely sees it's bigger than 9 inches. She licks her lips at the way the cum is smeared on Irene’s stomach. “I can take it, Irene, don’t worry about me. Just focus on getting that sexual frustration out.” She gently touches the underside of Irene’s cock and Irene jerks, letting out a moan at the touch. “You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” Wendy closes her hand around Irene’s thick girth. “Cumming all those times and still hard, that’s every girl’s fantasy and you don’t even know it.” 

Irene gasps as Wendy starts stroking her. “Ah–Wen-dy,” she moans loudly. 

Wendy mirthfully giggles. “I love the sound of that,” she tugs harder, squeezing Irene’s cock. “I’ll find all the ways to make you cum until you can’t anymore.” 

Irene swallows her groan as Wendy continues to stroke her. 

Wendy takes Irene’s expression as consent and slowly slinks her way down the woman’s legs. She kneels down until her face is inches from the long cock. 

“Wendy, you don’t have to–” 

Wendy doesn’t listen, looking up at Irene with a smirk on her lips before licking the tip of her cummed stained cock to elicit a loud groan. “Trust me, Irene, I want to.” She closes her lips around the cockhead and sucks lewdly. Irene throws her head back in pleasure. “It’s the least I can do for you.” She spits on the cock and Irene bites her lip at the side, she’s red all the way up to her ears. “It makes it easier to do this,” Wendy explains as she uses the spit to stroke Irene’s length with ease and the tight squeeze she has makes the woman’s legs shake. 

“O-oh, okay, I see,” Irene nearly whimpers as Wendy strokes her. 

Wendy feels excited by every reaction Irene gives her and is determined to get more out of her. So she gets to work, opening her mouth to take Irene as deeply as she can, feeling more than a hand length left of Irene’s cock as she sucks her off. Irene sighs blissfully as Wendy licks her up and down, stroking her in tight pumps, before working on getting her further down her throat. 

Irene thinks she’s going to pass out by how good it feels, but she also feels invigorated. When Wendy cups her balls, Irene thrusts so quickly that she hears the succubus choke. “Oh no!” Irene panics, looking down between her legs to see Wendy smile around her tip. “I’m sorry–” 

Wendy pulls away, leaving a thin strip of saliva from lips to cock. “It’s okay,” she encourages with a gentle rub of Irene’s thighs. “Just don’t do it again. Let me do the work.” 

Irene shivers at Wendy’s commanding tone and nods quickly. The last thing she wants is for her to stop. And Wendy doesn’t, she smiles at Irene before she swallows more of her cock. The pleasure hits her even harder because Wendy stares right into her eyes, her brown orbs flickering red. Irene doesn’t quite fathom the power that Wendy holds but she knows the woman can take whatever she wants. 

Wendy gets half of her length down before Irene feels her cock being squeezed tightly. The realisation that she’s at the back of Wendy’s throat makes her cum. She throws her head back, cursing at how hot and tight Wendy’s mouth feels. She fights the urge to thrust into her but Wendy makes it difficult stroking her as she milks every drop of Irene. 

“Wendy-ah–please, how are you—ngg,” Irene’s eyes roll back when she feels Wendy swallow. There’s a loud wet pop as Wendy releases her cock. 

Wendy wipes the sides of her lips. “Was that good?” she asks knowingly .

Irene pants loudly, almost frustrated. “Of course it was.” She rubs her forehead in disbelief. “You know it was.” 

Wendy giggles. “Not good enough,” she teases, gently stroking Irene. 

This time Irene groans, the sensitivity feels a lot easier to manage than before. She picks up her head. “Wha–”

“You’re still so hard,” Wendy emphasises with a short pump. She peels off her rock band t-shirt and pushes down her shorts. Irene’s jaw drops at the sight of Wendy’s naked body. “I would ride you, but I think I’ll like it a lot better if you fuck me instead.” 

“Eh?” 

Wendy crawls over Irene’s body, seductive and cat-like. The smirk on her face grows mischievous. Irene doesn’t move, still too nervous, but it works in Wendy’s favor. She likes have this control over the woman. With a flick of her tongue, she teases Irene’s lips. “Why don’t you give it a go?” 

“I don’t know, I haven’t–” Irene stutters nervously. Wendy swallows up the nerves by kissing her deeply. Irene instinctively kisses back and follows her lead. 

“Perfect,” Wendy praises, breaking the kiss that Irene naturally chases after. She grabs Irene’s collar. “Get on top of me, baby, and shove your fat cock inside of me.” 

Irene shivers. She can’t react when Wendy does it for her, pulling her collar and switching their positions until Wendy’s head is against the pillow and Irene hovers over her. “How–” She is confused until she feels Wendy’s hand on her again. She looks down and sees Wendy directly her cock towards her entrance. 

“Go ahead, put it inside me,” Wendy huskily demands. 

Irene feels her throat go dry but she nods at the request. She starts slowly, feeling the wetness at Wendy’s entrance. There’s a loud moan that makes her stop but Wendy tells her to keep going so she does. 

“You’re so fucking big, Irene,” Wendy lets out a guttural groan. The way Irene's cock catches her entrance and stretches her wide makes her so wet. She can't wait to feel it deep inside of her. “Keep going, baby.” 

Irene feels like she’s sweating through her shirt. Wendy feels so good to be inside, tighter and more snug than her mouth. Irene feels completely wrapped up. But she feels uncomfortably sticky and she pulls it off her head before she continues. Wendy spreads her legs even farther and Irene can see that she’s only halfway in. “Are you sure you can take it?” 

Wendy tilts her head. “You’re asking me?” she bluntly responds. “When I said keep going, I wasn’t kidding. Now do it and fuck me.” 

Irene nods obediently at Wendy’s order. There’s something both terrifying and sexy about the way Wendy speaks to her. She doesn’t want to disobey the woman but she likes to know what she’s doing. Without much hesitation, Irene pushes all the way in and Wendy howls. Irene moans too, feeling extremely deep inside of Wendy, poking at her cervix. It feels so good, she wants to cum again. 

“It’s okay, you can cum,” Wendy suddenly says as if reading her mind. She pushes Irene’s bangs from her face. “I highly doubt you’ll go soft if you do.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Then move so we can both cum,” Wendy slaps her ass suddenly. 

Irene is caught off guard by the sudden slap but it feels good. She bows her head and moans. “Shit–don’t suddenly do that!” 

Wendy laughs mirthfully. Her hands rest on Irene’s hips. “Do you want me to get on top then?” 

Irene knits her brows. “No,” she growls, “I’ve got it. Just give me a second.” The determination in her voice makes Wendy purr. It only takes a second for Irene to start moving. The look on her face focuses on the feeling of Wendy around her and she moans and groans as she thrusts in and out of her. 

Wendy caresses Irene’s face, smoothing out her brow. “Don’t think too hard,” she breathlessly says as Irene cock rubs her walls deliciously. She moans every time Irene’s cockhead hits her cervix. “Just do what you think feels good for you.” 

Irene grunts, her rhythm breaks as she speaks, “I want you to feel good too.” 

“Trust me, you’ll have plenty of opportunities to do so,” Wendy informs with a dark look on her face. “Right now, just fuck me until you cum inside.” She runs a finger down to Irene’s chest, right over her heart. “I bet that wolf inside you wants to breed me.” 

Irene’s ears visibly perk up and she growls before thrusting even harder. Wendy laughs excitedly as Irene fucks her with abandon. Just like she expects, Irene's cock has her walking funny in the morning after going at it for hours. 

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Wendy finds herself pinned against Irene’s door and just as about to question her reality, her lips are taken by Irene’s and she descends into hell with how sinfully Irene kisses her. She’s always known Irene to be quite the playgirl, dating a bunch of people at once, texting numbers instead of names, or having some unexpected conquests that would shock people. But right now, Wendy’s about to become one of them. 

And she would possibly say no if she was entirely sober and if she didn’t love it so damn much. The butterflies in her chest literally feel like they’re trying to flap their way out. Wendy has kept her feelings for Irene at bay for so long and now she feels like she will actually spill the truth. Which will probably be a terrible idea because there’s no way that Irene would love her back.

Irene sucks on her lips expertly, slipping her tongue in opportune with Wendy’s gasp, and draws out the moan that is stuck in the back of her throat. Wendy can’t breathe because Irene feels like she’s trying to suck the life out of her. She groans with her eyes rolling back as Irene sucks on her tongue. 

Wendy blinks furiously as Irene pulls away. In her haze, she sees the seductive look on Irene’s face and she’s sure that Irene’s eyes turn all black. The dark look of arousal makes Wendy’s heart pound inside of her. She still questions how she got here in the first place. It feels too good to be true.

Irene leans in again and Wendy tries to meet her but Irene goes for her neck. With a few well placed kisses, Wendy lets out a loud moan when Irene finds an extremely sensitive spot on her throat. She stays there, licking and nipping it with purpose. It makes Wendy’s knees weak. 

While she can breathe, Wendy feels herself sober up just enough to finally speak. “Irene, are you sure?” she gasps as Irene sucks on her neck. “Ahhh–isn’t Jennie here?” 

Irene pulls back quickly and shoots Wendy a glare. “She has a girlfriend now.” 

“Oh,” Wendy dumbly responds. “What about Rose?” 

“What about Rose?” 

“She’s here too.” 

Irene looks angrily at Wendy. “What does that matter?” 

Wendy feels her heart thump inside at Irene’s short tone. “Just in case you wanted to have sex with her instead?” 

Irene sneers as she leans in close to Wendy, her hand above Wendy’s head to hold her weight. “Didn’t I say I wanted to have sex with you?” she lowly asks. 

Wendy shivers at Irene’s aura because Irene rarely gets pissed at her; annoyed but never pissed. Right now she looks like she’s about to yell at her like she does when she misses a volley during practice. “I know…” Wendy responds weakly, “but there are other girls…”

Irene sighs in exasperation and rubs her forehead. “Do you not want to have sex?”  

Wendy blushes. Her cheeks feel completely on fire. “I do, but you’re one of my best friends.”

Irene pulls away from Wendy. “I’m getting mixed signals,” she says as plops down at the foot of her bed. “Does being my best friend mean that you don’t want to have sex with me?” 

Wendy doesn’t know what to say. “On the one hand, should we have sex? Wouldn’t that change things? Would we be friends with benefits? Is this a one time thing? Am I just another girl on your list?” 

Irene’s shoulders drop and her face is full of sadness as she looks at Wendy. “Is that really what you think of me? That I’d have sex with you just for fun?”

“Isn’t that what you do to other girls?” Wendy points out. 

“But not to you,” Irene doesn’t miss a beat. She looks genuinely upset. “I love you, Wendy.” 

“I love you too,” Wendy reflexively responds, feeling her heart warm. Her heart warms every time Irene says that and she’s happy that she can say it back even if it might carry two different weights. 

“No, Wendy, I’m in love with you,” Irene says seriously. Wendy’s breath hitches. “I thought we were on the same page when I asked to kiss you out there.” 

Wendy can’t believe her ears. Because she just thought Irene was trying to get into her pants and she just went with it because she’s a little tipsy and could play it off like a drunk mistake and now they’re actually talking about it and Wendy doesn’t know what to do because she’s actually in love with Irene and now Irene is saying that she’s in love with her. 

“I got caught up in the moment,” Wendy stupidly says because she didn’t think things would fall into place like this for her. 

All those months of falling for Irene, Wendy wonders when the hell Irene fell in love with her.

Irene’s eyes widen before she quickly looks away. “Oh. Okay.” 

Wendy can tell by Irene’s side profile that she’s upset by the way she pokes her cheek with her tongue. And her cheek starts to twitch. 

Irene suddenly laughs and exhales loudly. “Well, I’m embarrassed then.” She rubs her thighs awkwardly. “Uh, I’ll just–” She stands up, wringing her hands. “I should go.” 

“What?” Wendy is confused. “This is your room.” 

“Right,” Irene realises, still avoiding eye contact with Wendy.  “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. You can stay if you like, sober up or whatever.” 

Wendy sees a tear slip from Irene’s eye. “Are you crying?” 

Irene wipes her face quickly and turns away from Wendy. “Yeah, but it’s fine.” She sniffles and looks up at the ceiling. “No, I’m fine, just something in my eye.” 

“Oh noooooo, why are you crying?” Wendy goes to check on Irene. She puts her hand on Irene’s shoulder and Irene shifts away. “Don’t cry.” 

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Irene insists. She wipes her face and looks at Wendy with her crooked smile. “I’ll be okay.” She furrows her brows and looks past Wendy. “We should get back to the party.” 

Wendy feels horrible for making her best friend cry but she’s just in utter disbelief. “Why are you crying? Are you seriously in love with me?” 

“Is that so hard to believe?” Irene mutters. She looks down, clearly thinking hard. “I thought you’d know by now that I am in love with you. I’ve been trying to tell you for the last six months.” She takes a deep breath and shrugs it off. “It’s okay, though. You don’t have to feel the same. I just need some time? I guess?” She still tries to smile even though there are tears in her eyes. 

“But I do feel the same!” Wendy blurts out quickly. Things slowly start to click and she really hates alcohol now. She hates that her mind is actually slow at processing things. Getting caught up in the moment is not a good way to put on what’s going on in her mind because she starts to understand why Irene is upset. “Joohyun, I love you too.”

Irene smiles hopefully before she screws up her brows in confusion. “Wait, you’re not just saying this because I look upset are you? You don’t have to make me feel better. You’re my best friend, I’ll still care about you even if you don’t love me back.” 

“No, I’m serious!” Wendy insists as she grabs Irene’s hands. “I am in love with you. I’ve been going crazy these last few months because you’ve been doing these things that make me fall for you. I was so confused when you’d say things like, taking me out to dinner, or looking your best on our date–I thought you were joking around.” 

Irene’s jaw drops in disbelief. “I was flirting with you for real. Thanks for noticing now???” 

“Well, you flirt a lot!” Wendy argues. 

“When was the last time you saw me flirting with someone?” 

“Didn’t you hook up with your TA for biochem?” 

“No! I set up an appointment to do a lab I missed because of competition,” Irene clarifies. “I haven’t even looked at another person because I’ve been trying to date you.” 

Wendy opens her mouth to argue but stops and shuts up. She covers her mouth as she tries to recall every interaction with Irene now. Some of the stuff ifnally seems to make sense now. “Huh…” 

“Is it all coming together?” 

“Mmm. Yep, yep, it is now,” Wendy’s eyes are wide as she presses her lips together. “Ah, I see.” 

Irene shakes her head with an incredulous laugh. “You are possibly the smartest and dumbest person I know, Wendy Son.” 

“Hey!” Wendy yells, offended. “I literally got the Obama Award for Academic Excellence.” 

“Yeah back in high school,” Irene throws back, still laughing. 

“Still counts! Plus I’m still top of my class right now.” Wendy is at least still proud of that. Dumb. How rude. Irene rolls her eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes. You literally said that you love how smart I was.” 

“Yeah, until I realised you didn’t know I’ve been telling you all the ways I love you because I’m in love with you.” 

“Okay. Fine.” Wendy shakes her head because trying to argue with Irene is like a losing battle. Irene should be in law school, not medical school. 

Irene chuckles suddenly. 

“What?”

“Usually when people confess their love to each other, it doesn’t usually end in petty arguments,” Irene points out. 

“I feel like most of our friendship recently has been like this,” Wendy adds. She shrugs. “We’re comfortable with each other.” 

Irene smiles and nods in agreement. “Yeah. We are.” She genuinely smiles at Wendy. “I really am in love with you though. Just in case that got lost in translation.” 

Wendy melts. And she can really feel the sincerity in Irene’s words now that they’ve bickered their way through the conversation. She can actually listen to her heart now that things click into place (there’s still more but it’s enough for Wendy). “I’m in love with you too. Like seriously, I’ve been falling for you since you skipped practice to watch me rehearse for my recital. I just felt so lost and anxious but then you showed up.” 

Irene’s brows crinkle to show her melting. “I fell in love with you before that. When you were at the hospital with me. The day my dad had a heart attack? Holding your hand just made me feel like I could go through anything and still be ok.” 

“You’re not trying to make this a competition too are you?” Wendy teases. 

“I mean, I could,” Irene jokes back. They giggle at each other. 

Irene stares at her with such affection that Wendy realises this is why she’s fallen for Irene. She always warned herself never to stare into Irene’s eyes too long because she’d fall in love.  How could she resist when Irene gazes at her like that.

“So…what do you want to do now?” Irene shyly asks, squeezing Wendy’s hands. “We can go back to the party or we can stay here and do whatever.” 

“Whatever?” Wendy teases. “Are you trying to get me in your bed?” 

Irene’s right eyebrow twitches on its own. “We don’t have to do anything,” she coyly answers, “buuuut we were kind of on our way there earlier.” 

“You’re still horny even though we had an emotional conversation?” 

“It kind of made me hornier. Sex with feeling is miles better for me.” 

Wendy giggles. “Me too.” 

“Oh? Then we’re on the same page.” 

Wendy hums. “That sex with feelings is miles better.” Irene pouts at the train of thought Wendy takes. She looks cute and Wendy can’t help but giggle. “I’m kidding. Well half kidding, I like sex with feelings. And I want to have sex with you.” 

Irene smiles ear to ear. “Really?” Wendy nods. “Yesss, because you have no idea how much I want to rail you into my bed.” 

Wendy baulks at Irene’s statement. Her face turns red, bashful at the frankness. She feels Irene’s lips meet hers again in short, enthusiastic pecks that make her giggle. Irene cups her cheeks and showers her lips and cheeks with kisses and she holds onto Irene by her waist. 

Eventually, Irene kisses her more seriously. She deepens the kiss and Wendy opens up to her with a sigh. Their kisses get infinitely more passionate than before. The urgency is replaced with slow, deep kisses. Irene tastes her lips and the inside of her mouth. Wendy whimpers at the control that the other girl has over her. 

Irene smiles against her lips and Wendy whimpers even louder. 

She feels hands everywhere. Irene starts touching her hips, waist, breasts, anywhere she can. She lets out a moan as Irene squeezes her. Then she feels Irene tugging at the hem of her sweater. They break the kiss briefly for Irene to strip off her shirts and as Irene dives back into the kiss, Wendy unbuttons her loosely fitted button up and pushes it off her shoulders. 

Slowly, Irene carefully sits Wendy on the bed before she breaks the kiss again. 

Wendy struggles to catch her breath because the anticipation of having sex with Irene excites her ten times over when they’d first enter the room. Every kiss, touch, gaze means more than it did before. The fluttering in her chest explodes and Wendy loves it. 

Irene unbuttons her jeans and grabs them to pull down. Wendy falls back on the bed to lift her hips and Irene strips her naked. “Stay just like that,” Irene says as Wendy sits up on her elbows. The sexy smirk on her face returns as she takes off her bra and joggers. 

Wendy opens her mouth with a delighted smile at Irene’s naked body. She’s seen a lot of her friend’s body over the years. Irene is slim and fit, she’s by no means super muscular but she’s soft and firm in all the right places. Seeing her naked is a different experience because Irene looks like a goddess with her perfectly pert breasts and neatly trimmed hairs just above her flowery lips. 

“You’re beautiful,” Wendy wistfully sighs. 

“You don’t even know what I see,” Irene says as she climbs onto the bed between Wendy’s legs. She hovers over Wendy, raven hair forming curtains over her. “You’re hot as hell.” She bows her head to capture Wendy’s lips in a deep kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you.” She places her hands on Wendy’s abs and Wendy shivers at the appreciative touches. Her fingers trace her tight muscles before her nails scratch at the dips enticingly. 

Irene breaks the kiss and starts kissing down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, and down her abs. “You’re so hot in the summer with your crop tops.” Irene licks down the centre line and scratches the 11 lines with her hands. Wendy tenses as Irene’s peppery kisses tickle her stomach. She gasps when she feels teeth tugging. She looks at Irene who pulls back with a teasing smile. 

“I didn’t know you liked my abs this much,” Wendy says at the red mark at the corner of her right side. 

“Oh you have no idea.” Irene moves down her stomach and presses a decisive kiss against her folds. 

Wendy gasps at the contact. 

Irene flicks her tongue against her clit then licking down where her lips part. Wendy shivers at Irene’s tongue delving inside of her. Irene looks up at her, making eye contact. That damn right eyebrow twitches teasingly and Wendy feels wetter. Irene quickly gets to work, eating Wendy out enthuasiatically. Her hands come up to cup Wendy’s breasts, pleasing her nipples by tweaking them between her thumbs and forefingers. 

Wendy falls back, moaning loudly as the pleasure overcomes her. Irene continues to lap at her pussy, swirling her tongue like she’s spelling something or doing a spell. Wendy can’t describe how good it feels but she feels herself get wet because of it. And the thought of Irene’s saliva mixing with her wetness turns her on so much. Suddenly, Irene’s tongue penetrates Wendy’s pussy quickly and Irene’s nose bumps against her clit. 

It’s an erotic sight to see Irene between her legs. Irene is no joke as she continues to fondle Wendy. It’s enough to make her come with a small cry. 

Wendy falls back on the bed, head just missing the pillows, as the small orgasm washes over her. 

Irene kisses her cheek. Her hands wander over Wendy’s body. “Don’t pass out on me now. I’m just getting started.” She moves to straddle one of Wendy’s legs. One hand finds her wet folds like a heat seeking missile and rubs her without preamble. Wendy jumps at the expert touches because they are effective. “I’m going to make you cum until you scream my name.” 

Wendy groans at the thought of Irene’s determination to bring her pleasure. She can’t believe that she missed out on this for months. She could’ve been cumming for Irene, instead of at her own hands. 

Irene pushes two fingers knuckle deep inside of Wendy, eliciting a groan of satisfaction. Irene doesn’t warn her when she pulls back from a thrust and stretches her with a third finger. 

“Oh my god—that feels good,” Wendy expresses breathlessly. 

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me how good it feels?” Irene demands. Wendy’s eyes widen as Irene starts thrusting faster and harder. 

The pleasure hits Wendy even harder and the moans don’t stop coming. Irene is rough with her pounding and all Wendy can do is dig her heels into the bed and hump back against Irene’s hand. She feels dirty as Irene stares at her expression and between her legs. She can also see how Irene’s fingers shine as they work in and out of her. 

“You’re so wet, it’s so hot,” Irene murmurs as she stares at her fingers shining with Wendy’s juices. As she thrusts, more wetness comes out, coating her fingers with layers. She wriggles her fingers inside of Wendy, trying to feel every inch of her walls. 

“Ah! Ah-oh, god! Fuck!” Wendy suddenly screams. “Yes! Right there!” 

Wendy humps Irene’s hand even more desperately. She pushes it so Irene’s fingers hit that spongy spot inside of her. She’s so close to cumming. 

“That’s right, fuck yourself on my hand, make yourself cum.” Irene doesn’t joke. She says it with such authority it makes Wendy whine wantonly. “You’re dirty, aren’t you? Look at you humping yourself on my hand. How many times have you thought of me fucking you?” 

Wendy throws her head back as the pleasure mounts. “So much–” she answers brokenly. “All the time. You feel so good Irene. Please fuck me–”

“So needy.” Irene grunts, pushing in knuckle deep again. “So desperate, huh?” She curls her fingers and starts twisting her wrist back and forth. 

“Yes, Irene, for you, I just want you,” Wendy desperately admits. 

Irene leans forward and sucks on Wendy’s neck where she likes. “Cum, my love, cum all over my fingers.” 

Wendy feels the orgasm hit her as the sound of Irene’s sweet voice calling her my love. She grasps Irene’s shoulder as she cum, hips coming off the bed of their own accord. Her thighs quiver as she settles back on the bed. She tries to catch her breath after coming down from her high. 

“You got so wet,” Irene admires with a devilish smile. She pulls out her fingers and shows how wet Wendy is, she’s dripping down Irene’s fingers. “And you taste good.” She licks her ringer finger. 

Wendy whimpers at the sinful sight. She’s embarrassed and aroused by how hot Irene looks, licking up her juices. Suddenly, Irene looks at her and brings her two fingers to Wendy’s lips. 

“Be a good girl and suck,” Irene orders. 

It’s unfair. Wendy has always been weak to Irene, but at this moment, she’s under her complete control. She likes it. Irene is hot in bed, in a no nonsense dominating kind of way. It’s different from everyday Irene, who is an easy going prankster.  

Wendy shyly opens her mouth to suck on the fingers that were just inside of her. She moans as the smell hits her nose and the taste is on her tongue. She’s a little sweet and a lot of heady flavour. She sucks with her eyes on Irene, tongue licking up every inch and crook of Irene’s fingers. Her initial hesitation disappears completely as Irene gazes at her with obviously nasty intentions. It turns her on so so much. 

Irene pulls her fingers out abruptly and grabs Wendy’s cheeks roughly. Wendy doesn’t know what to expect but Irene suddenly caresses her cheek. “There are so many things I can’t wait to do to you.” Wendy doesn’t get a chance to think when Irene leans in and kisses her passionately. The hand disappears from her cheek. 

As they kiss and touch each other, Irene’s hand finds her way back to Wendy’s entrance. She slaps it, startling Wendy. The little pain sends sparks of pleasure through Wendy’s body. A needy whine slips out between their lips. 

Irene chuckles mirthfully and slaps her again. Wendy moans this time. “Beg for me, Wendy,” she growls like a secret.

Wendy whimpers loudly. Her body is hot from the sex and every demand that Irene has. “Please, Irene. Fuck me. I want to cum again.” She tries. 

Irene hums with appreciation. She slaps Wendy’s clit again and plunges three fingers in and pulls them out. She does it over and over. Slap. Penetrate. Withdraw. Slap. Penetrate. Withdraw. Wendy moans at the manhandling. It goes on for ten rounds before Irene slaps her clit really hard causing her to slam her eyes shut. Expecting the penetration, Wendy spreads her legs, but Irene starts rubbing her clit back and forth. In fast and hard rubs, Wendy feels the stimulation through her entire body. She shakes as the orgasm hits her again. 

Her nails dig into Irene’s shoulder as she comes. “Nnnnngggh.” Wendy groans at the blinding pleasure wracking her body. “Shit…that felt harder than before.” 

“One more.”

Wendy’s eyes open in surprise. It’s not a question. It’s a declaration. Irene is going to make her cum again and this time she’s not sure she can handle it. 

Irene sits at the top of her thigh at the crook of her pelvis. The abundant wetness surprises Wendy because she hasn’t even done anything to Irene. “I’m so glad you’re flexible,” she praises as she kneels against Wendy and lifts one of her legs over her shoulder. 

Wendy’s eyes pop out as Irene stretches her and pushes their bottom lips together. The wet heat from Irene’s core meets hers and she can’t believe how good it feels. Even if her walls pulse around nothing, her lips are stimulated by contact with Irene’s. 

Irene rolls her lips, pushing more of that heat against Wendy. A weak whimper falls from her lips. “Why don’t you come louder? I know you want to. Don’t hold back.” 

Wendy whines. “We can’t–there are still people here.” 

“So what?” Irene snaps her hips. There’s a loud wet slap between their bodies and Wendy clenches against Irene as she moans.

“They’ll find out.” 

Irene smirks. “Good, let them find out. Tell them who is fucking you.” 

“God, Irene!” Wendy cries in frustration. 

Irene humps against Wendy, rubbing their wet lips against each other. The wetness slips out of them, obviously mixing. Slowly, Irene picks up the pace with short pumps of her hips. Their lips meet with wet slapping sounds that are so lewd Wendy feels her entire body blush. 

Wendy is completely aroused. Their bodies slap against each other as the bed creaks underneath them. When Irene said she wanted to rail Wendy into her bed, she wasn’t kidding. Irene is doing just that, pushing Wendy further into her bed, trying to make her cum even harder than before. She can’t beleive she’s getting fucked by the girl’s in love with. It feels so good physically and emotionally. 

“Irene!” Wendy cries out as she moves her hips against Irene’s, moaning at the tight stretch Irene has her leg in. “I love you!” 

Irene laughs and fucks her harder. “I love you,” Irene returns with a kiss at her calf and reaching down to grasp her jumping breast. 

Wendy moans loudly and grabs Irene’s hand on her breast to squeeze her how she wants. Irene humps her faster, wet lips flushed against each other and clits meeting. Wendy tenses at the stimulation and gets hit with another orgasm. It surprises her so much she turns just a bit more for Irene’s clit to meet hers and she screams Irene’s name in unadulterated pleasure. 

Irene shifts back and feels a splash against her mound. “Oh shiiit,” Irene curses, astounded. “You just squirted.” 

Wendy blushes bright red as she looks at Irene. “I do,” she bashfully admits. “Is that okay?” 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Irene answers as she climbs over Wendy to kiss her passionately. “I was already wet,” she mutters between a kiss, “but I’m drenched now so I can do this.” 

Wendy is about to question her when she feels Irene sit on her stomach. Irene shifts and reaches between her legs to spread open her lips. Wendy gasps and lets out a strangled moan at how good Irene’s heat feels against her. Irene looks so sexy as she moans against Wendy. 

Irene plants her hands on either side of Wendy’s breasts before she rides Wendy’s abs. Wendy curses as she stares up at Irene. She is speechless. Irene is sexy on top of her, biting her lips, as she moves her hips to chase an orgasm. Wendy tenses her stomach, holding Irene’s hips to steady her movements. 

Suddenly Irene’s hands slap over Wendy’s before grabbing them off of her hips. She pins them down on either side of Wendy’s head. 

“I’m so close,” Irene gasps. “I want to fuck you like this.” She continues to ride Wendy’s abs, dripping all over her with a bit of Wendy’s juices. She’s ridiculously hot. It's almost a crime. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I’ve always wanted to do this to you.” 

Wendy groans at the admission. She’d caught Irene’s eyes on her abs from time to time and to know she’s wanted to do this? In the future, Wendy sees a lot more workouts to strengthen her core. 

Thinking just as mischievously as Irene, Wendy lifts her core.

Irene yelps in surprise. Her eyes wide with surprise. 

Wendy smiles at her and does it again. Irene moans and returns the smile. Irene humps Wendy as she gives well timed lifts. As Irene feels her thighs burn and Wendy feels her abs burn, Irene hits her clit just right. The wetness amplifying the sensation to push her over the edge. 

Irene comes all over Wendy’s abs, fingers laced with Wendy’s, and lips meeting Wendy’s. 

As Irene comes down from her orgasm, they start to make out again. It’s slow and measured, savouring Irene’s orgasm together. All they see, think, or feel is each other. They have a lot of time to make up for and they want to start now. 

“IREEEENE! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!”

Sooyoung lifts her head at the sound of Wendy’s voice. “Holy shit, she’s loud,” she notes aloud. 

There’s a muffled disgruntled whine and Seulgi shoots her a dirty look. Sooyoung’s hand over her mouth stops her from speaking. Seulgi is annoyed. As she should be. She has her leg spread on the bathroom counter while Sooyoung finger fucks her from behind and hand muffles her from screaming in pleasure. She was so close before Wendy screamed through the house. 

Sooyoung smiles at the older girl apologetically. She resumes kissing Seulgi’s shoulders and pumping her fingers out of her dripping pussy.

Seulgi’s eyes roll back. She can’t feel guilty about getting fucked by Sooyoung when it feels this good. Even if Sooyoung is her twin sister’s worst nightmare.

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Irene tugs the collar of her button up and rubs the side of her neck where she feels the tension growing. It’s subtle but she feels the air get warm and it makes her uncomfortable. The frustration has been mounting for hours now because of the paperwork she’s been going through. None of it is to her satisfaction and she hates that she’s wasting her time reading it. 

A spelling mistake is enough to send her over the edge. 

“Sooyoung-ssi, call Jeno and Chenle in,” Irene curtly orders before slamming down her headset. 

Irene feels hot and uncomfortable. The bubbling frustration is making her crawl out of her skin. She’s usually irritable and angry, but today feels worse. 

While she waits for the two first year attorneys to come in, Irene gets up and pours herself a glass of ice cold water. The heat is more noticeable as the cool water slips down her throat. It feels refreshing and soothing. Irene pours herself a second glass and only feels herself get hotter. 

There’s a chime of her cellphone that catches her attention, so she goes back to her desk to check it. There’s no one that texts her other than her alpha roommate, so something must be up because Wendy knows better than to message her while she’s at work. 

Wendy [13:15]: look what my staff bought me!

The attached picture is a selfie of Wendy with a giant hamster squashed into the frame against her own fluffy cheek. Irene can’t help but laugh at the dorky looking picture. Another message comes.

Wendy [13:16]: take good care, unnie! Try not to let things bother you today, your heat is coming soon 

Irene feels her heart pound inside of her at the considerate message. While she used to find it very embarrassing when Wendy would notice her physical changes, nowadays she’s grateful that someone knows. It’s unfortunate that it’s an alpha, but Wendy is the least threatening one she knows and she feels relieved to know that someone caring and gentle as Wendy looks out. 

Irene doesn’t get to send a message when Jeno and Chenle timidly come into her office. Because of Wendy, her anger is subdued, but she still gives them an earful because of their sloppy work and poor research .

Two years ago

Yerim puts down the tea before Irene and slips into the seat opposite of her. “Why are you looking for a new place?” 

Irene narrows her eyes at Yerim’s wandering eyes over her laptop. “Junmyeon asked me to marry him.” 

Yerim furrows her brows. “Hasn’t it only been like six months?” 

“Exactly,” Irene chirps before taking a sip of her tea. “It turns out he’s like every other alpha at this age. ‘Irene-ah, let’s settle down, you’re too old to be working so much, you’re so stressed all the time–’ I don’t want to settle down, especially when he tells me I need to step down from being a partner if we're starting a family.” 

“He did not ask you to step down,” Yerim is floored. “Does he even know you?” 

Irene scoffs. “Of course he doesn’t know me. Six months is nothing.” She sighs and puts down her tea. “So I’m breaking up with him.” 

“And moving out? Isn’t it your apartment?” 

“Yes but it hasn’t stopped previous exes from stalking me so I’d rather be ahead of it this time. Trust me, I don’t want to move either, but this is easier than letting it happen again.” 

Yerim frowns at her older sister. “Why don’t you move in with me then? Seul and I just redid the den, you can stay there.” 

“I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be fine,” Irene waves off as she aimlessly scrolls the listing of apartments in the area. She tries not to feel desolate at what’s happened to her relationship in a few days, but she’s tired of it. 

Of all the alphas she has to date, they end up the same. Alpha. They want to control her life, tell her what to do, and how to act. She doesn’t need that in her life when she’s perfectly fine on her own. She has agency over her own life, she calls the shots, and she can behave however she likes. It’s how she’s survived so long, took care of Yerim, and lives her life to the fullest. 

One Week Later

Irene finds a nice sublease on the market. A two bedroom place in a secure building that spans about 1200 ft total. She saw the pictures of the second bedroom and the clean and neat shared space and a really nice kitchen and bathroom with a bathtub. 

When she waits in the lobby for the owner of the lease to come downstairs, she has a good vibe of the building, seeing a beta security guard and beta office staff at the front desk. The building is newly built so the facilities are new and modern with a lot of natural light coming in. For someone like Irene, she enjoys the natural sunlight, which was one of the reasons she didn’t want to give up her apartment, but she has no regrets because Junmyeon has come over everyday since she broke up with him, begging her to take him back. It won’t be long before the situation turns sour, she can hear it in the way he speaks to her. It’s a cycle she’s willing to break early at this stage in her life. 

“Irene-ssi?” a sweet, bubbly voice calls her. 

Irene looks to see a woman, a bit shorter than her, probably because of her heels, standing before her with light brown choppy hair and an eyepatch on her face. She looks like a child, causing Irene to raise an eyebrow, with her baggy pants and printed t-shirt and fluffy cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Son Wendy,” she reaches out her hand before she realises and stops herself. “Sorry.” She bows instead. “If you’d like, we can look at the apartment.” 

Irene bites her tongue from commenting on the woman’s age. She nods mutely before following the woman. 

The situation seems a bit awkward, but it isn’t unpleasant. Wendy just nicely guides her through the building to the elevators, explaining the amenities and pet policies, but doesn’t delve into anything personal. When they get into the elevator, she lets Irene on first and gets on after to press the button to the floor. Wendy doesn’t say anything, just pleasantly smiling, hands clasped in front of her, thumbs twiddling. 

Irene is good at reading people. It’s part of her job to suss out unsavoury characters and find their weaknesses. Wendy isn’t unsavoury or sketchy; she’s quietly pleasant and by her body language, barely glancing at Irene, she’s a shy person. It bothers Irene when she realises that she can’t tell if Wendy is an alpha, omega, or beta. 

Wendy smells nice though. She smells like oranges and maple trees. It’s sweet and refreshing. A kind of smell you’d like to have first thing in the morning. 

“So, the room is available whenever you like. I have some things in the apartment already, but I can move them to make room for anything you want to put in the shared spaces.” 

Wendy had been living with a beta roommate for a couple of years before she’d gotten married and moved out. It was very quick because apparently she was pregnant, it’d left Wendy in the lurch and she had to cover the rent for the last few months. 

Irene hadn’t questioned why Wendy hasn’t been able to find a roommate. So far, the woman has been pleasant and peaceful, friendly but not overly so, and the state of the apartment is in excellent condition, not in a fastidious psychopathic manner either. But Irene feels like she should know. 

“So why haven’t you been able to find a roommate?” Irene asks suddenly. 

“Ah, well,” Wendy chews her bottom lip and rubs her neck shyly, “most people that have inquired are omegas and they kind of say no when I tell them I’m an alpha.” 

Irene’s eyes widen in shock. “You’re an alpha?” 

Wendy frowns at Irene’s reaction and nods. “I know I’m a bit small and I don’t seem like it, but I am.” She looks a little dejected and takes a step back from Irene. “I should’ve been more upfront about that, I guess. I’m sorry I wasted your time.” 

The thing about Wendy is that Irene looks at her and she doesn’t get mad that she’s an alpha. Sure, Wendy should’ve been more up front about it when they were messaging about the apartment, but Irene had also failed to ask, so they were both at fault. Irene doesn’t have the heart to be angry when Wendy looks ashamed about being an alpha. She’s never met an alpha ashamed of being one, so Irene has a feeling that something must’ve happened to Wendy at a young age for her to even cower at Irene, who is very obviously an omega.

“Are you okay with living with an omega?”

Wendy tilts her head at the question. “Uhm…I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me, alpha, omega, or beta.” 

“Why is that?” 

“Eh?” 

“Why don’t you mind? Are you just saying that to put on a front?” Irene presses because she’s curious and she wants to know if Wendy is as how Wendy seems at first impression. “You’re not just saying sure to an omega and when they have their heats, you just take advantage of that, are you?” 

Wendy’s jaw drops and she’s speechless. “I’m sorry–what? No!” She hotly protests. “I wouldn’t ever–I won’t–no, I can’t even…” She shuts her mouth quickly and looks at the ground. The shameful look in her eyes comes back. 

Irene catches it. “What do you mean you can’t?” 

Wendy looks at Irene with a pleading look in her eyes, almost as if she doesn’t want to answer. Her shoulders visibly drop. “When I say I’m not like other alphas, they’ve never been able to diagnose my issue,” she carefully explains. “I have all the pheromones, hormones, and genitalia of an alpha, but I’ve never had a reaction.” 

“What do you mean a reaction?” 

“My alpha doesn’t react,” Wendy shrugs, trying to be casual about it. “I had a girlfriend when I was just presenting and she had gone through heat. Normally because we’re a sex driven species, an alpha should react accordingly, wanting to mate or enter a rut, but I didn’t. I could smell her changes and feel the heat, but I just didn’t do anything. I didn't feel anything.” 

Irene furrows her brows. “That’s not…” she doesn’t even know what to say. 

“It’s not normal,” Wendy supplies for Irene. “I know.” She shrugs again, definitely resigned to her fate. “You don’t have to believe me. I know it’s probably unheard of, but yeah, I kind of get along with everyone because I don’t really give in to my hormones or get affected by other’s hormones really.” 

Irene is sceptical but she has a feeling that Wendy is being honest with her. Sue her for giving people a chance; Irene always hopes that not all people are inherently bad. However, she wants to prove it. Even just a little bit. 

So she does something she wouldn’t ever do. She releases her scent. Having been in prime mating age, Irene can control when she really wants to attract someone. Presenting her scent to someone gives them an opportunity to react and respond accordingly. 

She looks Wendy up and down. It’s hard to tell much about the woman before her because she’s dressed so comfortably and her posturing is so demure. It’s definitely not alpha like, but it is interesting. It’s attractive to Irene in a way because Wendy is unlike the other alphas she’s met before. Irene works off of that attraction a little bit, trying to get her mindset to wonder what it’s like if Wendy did act like an alpha. Would she be stronger? Would she look more confident? Would she speak less awkwardly? 

Wendy sniffs the air. Her eyes go wide at the realisation that who she smells at the moment is Irene. “Are you? What’re you doing?” she blushes brightly. 

“I’m trying to prove that you’re not lying,” Irene says as she takes a step towards Wendy. “How long ago has someone propositioned you for sex?” 

Wendy gapes at the question. “Uh, proposition? I don’t…no one has ever put it like that,” she dumbly says. 

Irene chuckles. “Just answer the question.” 

“Uh, pretty recently? One of my coworkers is really nice but I’m not attracted to her and I don’t–”

“Okay, so what about me? What do you think?” 

“I don’t know what you mean…” 

Irene rolls her eyes and unbuttons her blazer. She opens it to unbutton her dress shirt and Wendy falls back against the back of the couch.

 “I’m sorry, what’re you doing?!” she panics. 

“You don’t find me attractive? My scent? My looks?” 

Wendy waves her hands frantically. “I don’t–I mean, I do! Well you are–attractive, I mean,” she stammers over herself. “You smell nice! I’m born at the tail end of winter so you smell like spring! It’s fresh and warm!” Wendy turns bright red. “And you obviously know you’re attractive. I don’t need to say much! I don’t know what you’re expecting of me! I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable either way, but I’m really not lying. I don’t want to have sex with you, especially since I don’t know you. I’m sorry!”

Irene stares at Wendy in disbelief. Most alphas would be tripping over their own feet to get to Irene, but Wendy is tripping over her words just to reject her. It’s kind of amusing, so Irene laughs. It’s ridiculous, but it’s nice. It’s a nice change of pace for her. 

Three months later

Irene is going through heat and it’s making her anxious. It’s her first heat since moving into the apartment with Wendy. While she does believe that Wendy isn’t going to take advantage of her in any way, she still holds her defence. It’s what she’s used to and what she’s comfortable with. 

So when she starts preparing for her nest, she runs into Wendy who comes back from her workout downstairs. 

It turns out underneath her baggy clothes, Wendy does have an alpha’s body too. She’s wearing a tight t-shirt that shows off her naturally toned biceps and deltoids and compress shorts which shows off her thighs and very obvious package. Irene has to look away because the small alpha is attractive. 

“Uhm, would you feel comfortable if I left?” Wendy asks suddenly, after sipping on her juice thoughtfully. 

Irene is coming back from the bathroom with an arm full of freshly laundered sheets and stops to answer. “It’s not really up to me whether or not you stay or go.” She’s confused by the question. “It’s your life, why are you asking me?” 

“I meant if you want me to leave during your heat.” Wendy quickly clarifies at Irene's defensiveness. “In case you think I’ll do anything.”

Irene feels bad for reacting so defensively. “Ah…” 

“I can call my friend,” Wendy offers quickly. 

Irene considers it because it would make her a little less anxious. But she can’t help but feel comforted by Wendy’s consideration. “I appreciate your offer, but this is your apartment too. I don’t want to put you out.” 

Wendy nods, relaxed by Irene’s response. 

Irene smiles at her. “Except, if I find out you actually do something to me during my heat, I will find a way to press charges and put you on trial so you don’t get out for at least three years.” 

Wendy pales at the threat because Irene chirps it so casually. She knows that Irene is a defence lawyer, a very good one at that, so she doesn’t take those threats lightly. 

After that heat though, Irene feels significantly safer living with Wendy. Wendy is nothing but courteous and polite. She even puts out fresh towels and makes tea for Irene to soothe the sexual hunger from the heat. And Wendy stays a safe distance from her after the toughest three days just to make sure Irene doesn’t think she wants to try anything. 

One year ago

It turns out that Wendy is a producer for a radio show. It’s a small gig because she just graduated a few years ago. Upon realising that Wendy was 26 compared to Irene at 32, Irene could feel her age when Wendy teases her for not being able to stay away or functional past 11pm. 

Irene is in the living room, working at the desk near the window that faces Wendy’s work space when Wendy stumbles through the door. 

At first they debated the set up because Wendy didn’t want Irene to feel uncomfortable seeing her so often in her work space, but Wendy likes the corner because it houses all of her computer and recording equipment comfortably. Irene likes the sight from the window so she keeps the space, citing she works at weird hours anyway, so it’s not like they’d run into each other often. But when they do, it's nice having a work buddy on their off hours. 

Irene barely registers the woman’s presence until she hears a thud. She looks over to see Wendy on the ground. “Oh, no! Wendy!” She gets up quickly. 

Wendy is pushing her face off the ground and leans against the kitchen island. Irene kneels next to the alpha to ask if she’s okay. “I’m oak-y,” Wendy slurs, smelling of soju. She actually smells like a distillery and Irene pinches her nose in disgust. 

“How much have you had to drink?” Irene can’t help but scold.

Wendy drunkenly giggles before it melts into quiet sobs. Irene freezes at the sudden reaction. “Not enuff,” Wendy mumbles as she curls into herself and pathetically cries against the counter. “Ish oaky. I won’t bother you.” She wipes her face and turns onto her hands and knees to crawl towards the fridge. 

“What’re you doing?!” Irene is mortified at the young woman and tries to help her up. 

Wendy is actually heavy. Even if she’s small, she’s dense. Irene can’t pull her up and Wendy crawls with determination towards the fridge, opening it up and pulling a soju bottle off the second to last rack.

“Why are you being like this?” 

Wendy sniffles as she opens the soju bottle. There’s a big frown on her face that looks comical. “I didn’t get the job,” she sadly mutters before taking a swig of her drink. “I wanted to be an MC for the show and I didn’t get the job.” She cries and hugs the soju bottle. “They said I’m too quiet and shy. No one likes me.” She takes another swig and frowns at the ground. “I’m sorry, Irene unnie, I’m okay.” She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “I won’t bother you.” 

Irene feels bad for Wendy. She’s seen the woman work hard on her projects. She enjoys producing activities and content for the radio show she’s on. Often when she has to practise, Wendy sounds good, she sounds like she enjoys the content and she’s good at it.

Irene grabs Wendy’s wrist and takes away the soju bottle. There are quiet protests to get it back, but Irene flicks Wendy’s forehead. “No more drinking. Drinking isn’t going to solve your problem.” She puts the soju back in the fridge and grabs a water bottle. “Take this. Drink it and go to sleep.” 

Wendy is surprisingly compliant and takes the bottle, hugging it as she sways her way to her bedroom. Irene follows after to make sure the woman doesn’t fall again. Irene watches as Wendy falls onto the bed, hugging the water bottle tightly before passing out.

The next morning, Wendy apologises for stumbling in so drunk and for anything weird she might’ve said. 

“Listen, we haven’t know each other that long, but you’re young, Wendy-ah,” Irene lectures, “the job you wanted isn’t the first or last one you’re going to be rejected by. It’s important that you keep moving forward and keep a healthy mindset. If you’re determined to get this position, keep working hard like you do and make the changes you need to. You’ll get it in the future.” 

Wendy stares at Irene with bright hopeful eyes. “You really think so?” 

Irene nods and confidently says. “You’re really good at your job. It will happen to someone like you one day.” 

Wendy’s bottom lip starts to quiver. “Can I get a hug?” she sheepishly asks. 

Irene is surprised by the question. Instead of saying no, Irene just holds her arms out and Wendy comes in for the hug. It really is strange how this alpha finds comfort in Irene’s words. Irene would think in all her relationships with other alphas, she’d expect to be comforted, but somehow she finds comforting Wendy a lot easier. 

And for some odd reason, Irene feels her heart warm as she hugs Wendy.

Six months ago

Wendy really likes living with Irene. They’ve gotten to be real good friends. While at first Irene seems strict and no nonsense, when she winds down during a light work week Irene is actually relaxed. On rare occasions she goes out with her secretary, Sooyoung, and her sister and sister in law, or a few other law school friends. Otherwise, Irene likes playing games, doing laundry, reading peacefully, or watching drama at the apartment. It’s cute because Irene is like a housecat, unless of course she’s playing games, but when she’s around Wendy she’ll chat for a bit before doing her own thing. 

Except something happens with Irene. 

“Hey, you look exhausted,” Wendy playfully comments one morning when she sees Irene come out of her room like a zombie. It’s a Sunday, her reserved day off, but she is not happy. 

Irene just grunts and grabs water out of the fridge. 

“Everything okay?” 

“I’m fine, just work,” Irene curtly answers. She doesn’t say much else as she grabs some instant ramyeon before heading back to her room. 

Irene goes into this weird sleepless zombie state for days. She doesn’t play her games, doesn’t spend time at her desk in the living room, barely eats. She definitely doesn’t look like she sleeps. The only thing that she does for sure is go to work everyday. 

Wendy is beyond concerned. Even if they’ve kept a healthy, friendly distance from each other, neither of them can say that they aren’t close. They talk about little things like food and weather and sometimes they talk about important things like their futures and what’s right and wrong. 

If it weren’t for Irene, Wendy wouldn’t have switched broadcasting companies and become next in line for her own radio show. And there are days that Wendy knows that her presence calms Irene down when her cases are long and frustrating. They care about each other.

It takes Wendy just over 10 days to finally speak up. 

“Irene unnie, I can’t let you keep going on like this,” Wendy starts without much preamble. Irene is sitting at her desk and reading some case files, but she looks more than just tired, she looks depressed. “What’s going on?” 

Irene stops reading the sheet in her hand. It’s like Wendy can see the hairs raise on the back of Irene’s neck. “Nothing,” she lies, immediately going back to work. 

“Please, don’t lie to me,” Wendy carefully says as she sits on the back of the two seater couch that is closest to Irene’s chair. “I’m worried about you.” 

“Well, you don’t have to be.” Irene ignores Wendy and keeps her eyes on her paperwork. 

Wendy crosses her arms. “I can’t help it. You’re my friend, I care about you.”

Irene freezes again, but she refuses to look at Wendy. 

“Did something happen? Is it about work? Is it Yerim? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” 

Irene puts her papers down and closes the file. She stacks them up without answering and pushes back to stand up. 

“Irene unnie–” 

Irene ignores her. She grabs the stack and starts to walk away from her desk, but where Wendy is and Irene’s chair, there’s only a few feet of space. It’s very obvious that Irene tries not to get in Wendy’s space but her hip hits the edge of her desk and she stumbles. 

Wendy jumps to catch Irene in her arms. 

“Are you okay?” Wendy asks, eyes full of concern. Then she sees the look on Irene’s face. The woman’s eyes are wide and expressive. There’s a sheer look of horror on her face as she’s wrapped up in Wendy’s arms. 

Before Wendy can even question it, Irene screeches, “Let me go!” Just as Wendy does, suddenly she feels a sharp slap against her cheek. Irene hits her so hard, Wendy can’t tell what’s up and down. The files that Irene had squished between them are abandoned in a messy pile as Irene quickly runs away to her room. 

Wendy reels from the slap for at least an hour, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But all she thinks about is the look on Irene’s face. She looked terrified and scared. And her reaction was more than Wendy expected because Irene isn’t one to lose her composure in any way. 

She’d seen it only once before when it happened to her best friend Sejeong. Too worried, Wendy ends up calling Yerim for help.

They meet in the lobby to talk. 

“I’m really sorry to bother you,” Wendy quickly expresses, but she’s relieved that Irene’s sister is there. 

“What happened?” Yerim asks with concern. When she got the call from Wendy, nothing but dread filled her and she had left Seulgi with their pup in a hurry. 

Wendy explains what’s been going on and how Irene reacted. “I’m really sorry, I just don’t know what to do. If I did something, I’d like to talk about it but she won’t come out of her room. She won’t talk to me. I don’t know.” Wendy drops her head. “If I did something, I can go for a while. I just don’t want to leave her if she’s going to be like this. She’s not taking care of herself well.” 

Yerim puts her hands on Wendy’s shoulders and rubs them. “Hey, don’t panic. You’re okay. I know you’re the last person that would do anything to hurt Irene unnie.” She is thankful to Wendy for being so kind and understanding. “Let me talk to her and see what’s going on okay?” 

Wendy brings Yerim up to the apartment. She hides behind the omega and lets her do her thing. She watches as Yerim timidly knock on the door, telling Irene it’s just her, before going in slowly. Wendy watches from across the apartment where her door is and when Yerim opens the door to go in, Wendy goes to her room to pack. 

Wendy waits patiently until she hears Irene’s door open again. It’s probably an hour or two. She peeks through her doorway and sees that it’s Yerim. Deeming it safe, Wendy quietly walks out of her room with her bag. 

Yerim is making her way to the kitchen to grab some water and Wendy whispers, “Hey, how did it go?”

Yerim holds the water bottle in her hand, chewing her bottom lip as she shakes her head. “It’s not good,” she answers honestly. She deflates visibly. “Unnie’s been through a lot with alphas and she probably hasn’t told you—”

“It’s okay,” Wendy interjects. “I understand. I don’t want to upset her anymore than I already have.” She feels bad but she can tell what happened was a trigger. “Will you be able to stay or will you take her with you?” 

“She’s very stubborn, so she’ll probably stay.” Wendy doesn’t like the sound of it and Yerim doesn’t like it either. “But she’s resting now so that’s a start. I’ll try to stay as long as I can, but I can’t leave the baby too long.” 

Wendy nods understanding. She’s torn between staying and going now. She knows Irene would be safer with her but if she’s the problem, she shouldn’t be there. 

“Are you leaving?” Yerim notices the bag at Wendy’s feet. 

“I was thinking about it,” Wendy answers. She chews the inside of her cheek as she thinks. “If I’m the problem, I want her to have space.” She looks at Irene’s door. “I’m just worried because she hasn’t been eating much or sleeping. I don’t want to leave her in case she needs anything. What should I do?” 

Yerim isn’t sure either. She knows that Irene and Wendy are close. This is the closest Irene’s ever been with an alpha so Yerim trusts Wendy. But with Irene’s behaviour, she’s more sensitive than ever. 

“I think it might be best until you leave,” Yerim finally settles on. She hates that Wendy’s shoulders drop visibly. “Just for a little while because she won’t talk. I think when she’s ready she’ll reach out.” 

Wendy tries not to be bothered, but she’s hurt. It can’t be helped though because she’s an alpha. Regardless if she’s atypical, Irene clearly sees her as one. “It’s okay,” she concedes, “she doesn’t have to. Just let her take the time she needs.” She swallows thickly. “Do you mind just updating me? I just don’t want to come home one day and she decided to move out.” She wryly laughs to lighten the mood but she can’t deny that it would sting a lot. 

Yerim shares a sympathetic look and ruffles Wendy’s hair. “It’ll be okay, Wendy-ah. Irene unnie will come around.” 

Irene knows she’s gotten bad. At first she managed fine, keeping to routine, staying in safe areas, eating, and sleeping. But the sleep went away first, then the eating, then the routine started to fall apart. All of her safe spaces suddenly didn’t feel safe. The only drive she had was her job because she’d be around people she was familiar with and kept a safe distance with. 

Sooyoung had mentioned her overworking first, but Irene ignored her and told her not to worry because the new case had just been bigger than her previous ones. 

But Wendy had to ask. Wendy, who knows her really well and has become her friend, noticed what’s been going on. The sweet alpha that gets her fruits during her heats and makes sure she’s got enough towels for days. The alpha that lives with her longer than any alpha has. The alpha that’s too close to her. 

It scares her. She hates that she carries a trauma. 

But when she sees him roaming her office, chatting well with other partners and attorneys, her skin crawls. The place that she’s made her own after years is suddenly poisoned by his presence. 

“Isn’t it funny how after a month we’re finally running into each other?” 

Irene freezes at the way his voice triggers a deep memory. She clutches her mug and turns around to face him. 

“It’s been how long now?” he goes on casually as if they are old friends. 

“Ten years,” is all Irene says. She doesn’t regret what happened in the past and what she did to him, but it doesn’t make her any less scared to see him. She tries not to show weakness in front of him.

He nods his head with a cheeky smile on his face. “That’s a long time. I’ve missed you.” 

Irene feels something inside of her twitch. Angrily. Because he has no right to say what he says to her. She is disgusted by the mere sight of him but what he's done to her is what makes her terrified.

“We should catch up some time,” he goes on, “a lot has changed.” 

“It’s hard to believe,” Irene can’t hold back. “Defending you against aggravated assault and stalking doesn’t sound new.” 

His face changes in an instance. He looks angered, furious at Irene. But then there’s an evil grin on his face and a dark look in his eyes. “It’s good to have your firm defending me. At least someone knows how baseless these allegations are.”

Irene feels her heart pound inside of her. “You–” 

“Ah, Siwon-ssi! There you are,” her senior partner, Heechul, interrupts. “We were just looking for you. You’re never late.” 

Siwon genially looks at Heechul and says, “I was just saying hi to an old college friend. Irene and I go way back.” 

“Oh, you never mentioned that Irene-ssi,” Heechul comments with a friendly smile. “I shouldn’t have interrupted you guys catching up.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got a lot of work,” Irene skirts. 

“So much work, this is the first time we’re seeing each other since you’ve taken my case,” Siwon jokes to Heechul. 

“Well, Irene is in high demand.” 

Irene gets out of the situation right after, citing that she needs to get more work done. She leaves them but she can feel Siwon’s eyes on her as she goes to her office. 

Later that day, Sooyoung mistakenly lets Siwon into her office because he mentions that they’re old college friends. She calls Sooyoung immediately for some files when Siwon shuts the door behind him. She has her send him out and calls her back into her office to yell at her for letting people in when they’re not scheduled. 

It’s not right of her, but she’s terrified to be around him. To have him closer and closer to her, doesn’t make her feel safe. She gathers her case files and tells her that she’s working from home the rest of the day. 

That day, she sees Wendy for the first time and Wendy is the one that looks scared. 

“I’m sorry!” Wendy quickly apologises over her ramyeon. She gathers everything up quickly. “I thought you’d be at work. Let me just–” She starts to gather the pot and bowl she’s eating out of, throwing it down the drain even if it’s freshly made. 

It’s been 2 weeks since Irene had last seen Wendy, when she slapped her and shut her out. Yerim had come to see her almost immediately to pull her out of her panic attack. It took a few days before she felt better. When she was less afraid and out of her head space, she realised the person occupying her apartment was her sister. Yerim was taking care of the baby, while simultaneously taking care of Irene. 

It was enough to kick her into gear and toughen up. It tugged her heart to know that Wendy was the one that called Yerim for help. But it made her feel guilty that Wendy was avoiding her. The last person she’d want to avoid was Wendy. It just took her until now to realise it. 

In that moment, after running into Choi Siwon, seeing Wendy in their shared apartment for the first time in weeks sends a wave of relief over her. Wendy may be an alpha, but she is the alpha makes Irene feel safe. 

Irene drops her briefcase and without thinking rushes into Wendy’s arms. 

Wendy freezes, hands flying up into the air, too afraid to touch Irene. 

She misses her roommate. “I’m sorry, Wendy-ah.” Irene breathes in Wendy’s scent and starts to cry. 

Irene breaks down to Wendy. It’s a little bit embarrassing for her because she looks hideous when she cries, but luckily Wendy doesn’t say anything about it. Wendy just hugs her while she cries, wrapping her up in the warmest hug. They eventually move to the couch and Irene curls up against Wendy. Screw it, she’s feeling scared and vulnerable and Wendy is the safest person to be around. 

When Irene finally stops crying, Wendy lets her go, but Irene unconsciously clings to her. “I’m just getting some water.” 

Wendy goes to the kitchen to grab Irene some water. After Irene takes it, she expects Wendy to sit down, but she doesn’t. Instead, Wendy wraps Irene up in a blanket. When she’s snug and comfortable, Wendy turns away.

“Where are you going?” Irene asks quickly. 

“I’m just gonna grab some things and go back to work. That way you can have your space.” Wendy gives her a small smile. It makes Irene sad because she can tell Wendy misses her too. 

Irene reaches for Wendy’s hand. “Can we talk?” 

Irene tells Wendy everything. In college, Siwon was her first boyfriend. He loved her, treated her well; his personality was what made him popular amongst the girls. Irene fell for him like other omegas did, but it wasn’t long before his true colors started to show. He wasn’t in love with her, he just pretended to be, and when he got fed up with Irene rejecting his sexual advances he tried other ways to make it happen. The stalking was the least of her worries. It was the drugging that really got to her because she has barely any memories of that night. 

The animosity only grew because Irene reported him. But it backfired on her because he was a chaebol, who had the power of his family to protect him. In her anger, she sued him. Irene knew it was a losing battle, but she had to try because she knew she wasn’t the only one. Her threat was enough for them to force a settlement and the case never went to trial. The settlement paid for school, therapy, and Yerim’s education. But it’s hard to forget the months of him following her, threatening her, and not having full memory of the night he raped her. 

Wendy cries when Irene does. Unfortunately sensitive and a sympathetic crier that they both end up crying to each other. 

“Why are we like this?” Irene wipes her tears. “I don’t want you to cry.”

“I don’t want you to cry either,” Wendy sobs. “I can’t help that I’m a sympathetic crier.” 

“Well, stop! I don’t want to cry anymore but I’m crying because you are.” 

Wendy cries harder. “I just wish I was there to protect you, unnie. I don’t like what this has done to you. I don’t like how it affects you.” She wipes her eyes furiously. 

“It can’t be helped, you were born after me.” 

Wendy coughs out a laugh through her sobs. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m still sad!” 

Irene chuckles too. “I didn’t mean to!” She wipes her tears and nose with the backs of her hands. 

It takes some time before they stop crying, but they talk over their friendship. Wendy apologises for overstepping but Irene knows she comes from a good place. Irene apologises for slapping her and yelling but Wendy understands the trauma she must've gone through because she has an omega friend that's gone through the same thing.

“I just want you to know something,” Irene finally says. She feels shy as she thinks about saying it. “You’re the only alpha that makes me feel safe.” 

Wendy sighs in relief. She smiles at Irene, leaving an upturned hand between them. “You can always rely on me.” 

Irene slowly takes Wendy’s hand. “Thank you.” 

While Irene is majorly independent and doesn’t need any alpha to protect her, Wendy does it in a subtle manner that doesn’t suffocate her. They both take the same train to work but at two different times and Wendy’s stop is two away from Irene’s. Wendy takes her to work everyday, citing walking as part of her workout routine, and going in later is okay because she just does paperwork and checks emails in the mornings. 

Wendy takes her to her office. 

Everyone notices Wendy’s presence because Irene never shows up to work with anyone. 

“Oh and who is this cutie?” Sooyoung says upon seeing Wendy walking behind Irene. 

Wendy blushes and bows. “My name is Wendy, I’m Irene’s roommate.” 

Sooyoung raises an eyebrow at Irene, excited to meet someone that isn’t her sister. “Roommate? Irene didn’t mention a roommate.” 

Wendy frowns and looks at Irene, who rolls her eyes. “I’m sure I have. We just have different schedules.” 

Sooyoung hums teasingly. “Suuuure, unnie.” She looks at Wendy. “Since she won’t tell me about you, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” she flirts. 

Wendy is very friendly and kind so she’s about to answer when Irene interrupts. “Wendy-ah, you should head to work so you aren’t late.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Wendy quickly complies. Thankful because she can smell Sooyoung’s subtle scent. The look on the secretary’s face is flirty and mischievous that it makes Wendy uncomfortable. “I’ll pick you up later.” She doesn’t think about it when she reaches out to squeeze Irene’s hand. “Bye, unnie.”

Irene notices the way that Sooyoung sees Wendy casually touch her and warms. But she doesn’t want to make things more awkward by acting differently so she just nods. 

Wendy lets go of her and waves to Sooyoung. “It’s nice to meet you, Sooyoung-ssi.” Before leaving. 

Wendy is barely out of earshot when Sooyoung whips to Irene. “Excuse me unnie, what was that?”

“What?” Irene looks away from Sooyoung. 

“Don’t what me. Is that your girlfriend? She just walked you to work and she’s going to come back and pick you up. Plus the heart eyes?” 

Irene feels her neck warm and shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous. There’s been a lot of problems on the train recently, so she just wants to make sure I'm safe. We’re just roommates. ” 

“Oooh, and they were roommates,” Sooyoung teases. 

The dreaded moment comes when Wendy picks her up from work and Siwon is there. 

Irene is waiting in the lobby for Wendy, having forgotten her umbrella so Wendy said she’s taking the train over, but she’s running late because of the rain.

“Need a ride?” Siwon appears beside her. 

Irene subtly shifts away from him. His scent fills her senses and she hates it. Now that they’re not in the sight of her coworkers, she lets him know how much she hates it. 

“No thank you, I’m fine.” She curtly speaks and turns away from him. 

“Come on, I’ll give you a good ride.” He winks at her. 

“She already has one.” 

Wendy appears beside Irene, drenched in her raincoat, umbrella dripping on the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m late,” she smiles at Irene sweetly. “Shall we go now?” 

Irene is relieved to see Wendy and nods. 

“You’re not going to introduce us?” Siwon presses as they try to leave. 

Wendy sighs with annoyance. “If she wanted to, she would have,” she rudely says. It surprises Irene that Wendy speaks so brusquely to a stranger. She’s heard her on the radio shows when she fills in and Wendy is nothing but sweet and gentle. “I’m sorry, but we have to go.” 

“No need for hostility, I’m just being friendly.”

“Honestly, there’s no reason for me to be friendly to you when you smell terrible.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Wendy clicks her tongue. “Yeah, your alpha scent is suffocating and kind of boring.”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Siwon gets mad and Irene tugs Wendy not to get in his path. 

Wendy surprisingly doesn’t budge, only pushing Irene behind her. “Yeah, I do know.” Irene’s eyes widen at Wendy’s firm voice. “And I want you to know who you’re talking to. Stay away from Irene and I won’t hurt you.” 

“Wendy-ah–” Irene worries because she’s never heard Wendy’s aggressive side before. 

Wendy turns her attention to Irene. “Let’s go?” 

Irene quickly nods, gripping her wrist even harder. 

Just as they turn to leave, Siwon follows them, quickly putting his hand on Wendy’s shoulder. “We’re not done with this conversation, you beta punk.” 

Wendy grabs the hand on her shoulder and backs into Siwon. In a fluid motion, Wendy uses her weight to toss him over her shoulder and he falls on the ground in a loud thud. 

Irene yelps at the way Siwon’s large body flips onto the ground. 

Wendy still has his wrist in her hand and subtly steps on his pectoral muscle. “Say that again,” she quietly says, anger laced in her voice. Her jawline tightens as she looks down on him. “Don’t use your alpha status to bully others because you don’t know who you’re going to run into.” She pushes his wrist and he yelps in surprise at the pressure on it. “If you come near Irene, I’ll be the alpha that tears you to shreds.”

Siwon laughs at Wendy’s face. He doesn’t believe her. “You? You tiny thing?” He looks at Irene. “This is what you’re into? Pathetic.” 

Wendy gives Siwon’s wrist a tight squeeze and twists it until it cracks. “Oops, sorry. It wasn’t me!” 

Siwon howls at the pain in his wrist. “Of course you did this to me!” 

“I’m far too small to be threatening,” Wendy excuses herself and takes a step back from Siwon. She bows facetiously. “I’m sorry this is happening to you, but we have to go,” she chirps. Only to annoy Siwon, who is still on the ground in pain. 

Irene is shocked at how things have unfolded; she doesn’t know what to do until she sees Wendy hold her hand out. Without thinking, she grabs Wendy’s hand and they leave Siwon on the ground as the security officers help him. Irene would be more worried but she smells the thick orange and maple scent. It’s sweeter and stronger than usual but Irene loves it all the same because it’s still Wendy. 

They talk about it when they get on the train. Just because Wendy hasn’t gone into rut or reacted to heats, doesn’t mean that she isn't any less an alpha. It’s just rare that she releases her scent in the presence of another alpha because she’s usually the weaker one. Apparently her parents had taken her to tae kwon do lessons after all the bullying in middle school and she has a strict workout regimen to adhere to keep up with all other alphas that grow much bigger, which is why she’s so fit. 

Wendy doesn’t like violence either, but she wasn’t going to let words work for Siwon. 

“You’d be my lawyer if he decides to sue right?” 

Irene guffaws and leans against Wendy. “Of course.” 

Present day

Irene is exhausted from work. There’s an emotional and physical toll she takes when dealing with people, which is why when she’s home it’s her space to do things at her own pace. As much as she’d like to rest right away, her heat is looming which means she needs to prepare. 

She goes to the bathroom to do laundry. She likes it best when things smell the freshest to nest in. 

When she checks the laundry machine, the washer is empty, but there are towels in the dryer. Irene gets annoyed because she hates when things are left in there at the risk of being damp and forgotten. Just as she reaches in, there’s a little note. 

I stopped by during lunch to make sure these were fresh for you! Just warm them up again. -Wendy

P.S. I threw in that hoodie you like to steal so you can stay warm

There is a small squirrel sticker on the note that makes Irene smile. 

She looks in the dryer and pulls out the quarter button up sweatshirt with Toronto emblazoned across it. It’s oversized so when Irene pulls it out it reaches just above her knees. She likes stealing it because it looks so cosy on Wendy and it really is warm. Irene takes a good whiff of it, smelling the fresh mint and cotton scent, but also Wendy’s sweet orange smell underneath it all. 

Irene feels her body heat up and all of it shifting to her core. She bites her lip because she feels hot and bothered. It’s so sudden and strong. She pushes it back though, knowing when the heat comes, she’s going to be absolutely useless for a couple days. 

She throws her clothes in the laundry, reheats the towels and Wendy’s sweater before preparing for dinner. 

When she’s done, she curls up on the couch, donning the sweater that smells even stronger when it’s warm, with food in her hands, and watching drama. 

Wendy comes in. “Unnie, hello!” she greets happily.

“Wendy-ah, there’s more rice in the pot if you want some doenjang jjigae,” Irene tells her first before going back to her drama. 

“Ooooh, thank you!” Wendy returns enthusiastically. She washes her hands and takes a quick shower before coming to join Irene on the couch to watch drama together. 

They end up chatting about their day instead. Irene’s been busy with her new cases and Wendy’s been busy with her new show. Irene strays away from talking about work because she much rather talk about Wendy’s radio show. Apparently she listens everyday and talks to Wendy about her hosting skills, her content, whatever Wendy is concerned about so she can do her best. Wendy doesn’t mind it at all because she’s happy that Irene even makes time to listen during the day even when she’s so busy. 

When they’re done talking and the drama continues to play in the background, they fall asleep. Irene falls asleep first, head on Wendy’s shoulder. Wendy, being too scared to wake Irene, eventually also falls asleep. 

They must’ve slept for a little while because Irene is in a daze when she wakes up. There’s a bit of confusion when she sees the light on but the TV is off and she’s definitely sleeping on something firmer than her couch. The orange scent soothes her though and Irene buries her face in the warmth because the scent reminds her of Wendy. 

Her sweet roommate who brings her to work in the mornings and talks about weird animal facts she finds on YouTube. Irene unconsciously smiles at the thought of Wendy and wants nothing more than to cuddle with the adorable alpha who she’s gotten closer to in the last couple of years. She shifts to get to get comfortable when she feels something move underneath her.

“Stop moving…” Wendy murmurs. 

Irene wakes up quickly at the voice underneath her. She’s draped on Wendy like a little koala. “Oh god, I’m sorry!” she quickly apologises before sitting up. Her knee jabs into Wendy’s thigh and Wendy cries out in pain, finally waking up. 

“Ouch! Owww! Unnie, it hurts!” Wendy writhes, moving her leg to hug when Irene gets thrown forward again and her knee comes up right between Wendy’s legs and she falls back on Wendy’s chest. “Ow FUCK!”

Irene panics and squeals at her blunder. “I’m so sorry! Wendy, are you okay?!” she hastily climbs off Wendy’s body and Wendy immediately curls up on her side clutching her crotch on the couch.

Wendy groans painfully into the couch as she holds herself. 

Irene feels horrible and puts her hand on Wendy’s shoulder to comfort her. “I'm sorry, it was an accident.” 

“I knoooooow,” Wendy’s muffled response comes. She takes a deep centering breath before she slowly sits up. “It just hurts way more than I’m used to.” She looks down between her legs and Irene does the same when they realise what’s probably making it hurt. 

Irene’s eyes widen at the sight of a iand she immediately turns away with a surprised yelp. 

“Wha-oh my god!” Wendy yells when she looks between her legs. “I’m so sorry!” She scrambles off the couch quickly and puts some distance between her and her roommate. “I don’t know how that happened. It rarely ever does. I must be stressed or exhausted from work so my body is acting accordingly for me. I’m so sorry!” She rambles quickly. 

“It’s okay,” Irene blushes. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” She covers her face with her hands. “I mean you’re still an alpha, so it’s normal that it happens.” 

“It’s not for me,” Wendy quickly argues. “At least not when I’m around others.” She sighs in frustration. “I’m sorry, I should get rid of this.” She quickly retreats to her room and shuts the door quickly. 

Irene doesn’t know what to do with herself because she’s still processing what happened. What she does notice is that Wendy’s scent lingers in the air stronger than she’s ever smelled it before. She sniffs the sweater and doesn’t have a good basis when it smells like a mix of both of them. She feels her stomach tighten and her heart rate increase. 

Shit, Irene curses to herself. 

Later when Irene finishes cleaning up their dishes and actually goes to her room, she gets a phone call from Wendy. 

She picks it up in confusion. “What are you doing calling me?” 

“It took a little bit for it to come down,” Wendy sighs into the phone. “I’m sorry, I heard you cleaning and I wanted to help but I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

Irene softens at the sincerity in her voice. But she can’t help but tease the alpha. “Are you sure you weren’t just avoiding the dishes?” 

Wendy whines. “Unnie, you know I’ve been trying to help out more.” 

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” Irene doesn’t know what else to say but the elephant between their rooms speaks volumes. “So..are you okay?” she tries. 

“I really don’t know,” Wendy sighs again. There’s a low thump and Irene imagines Wendy throwing herself back on the bed. “I just–huff–I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We live together and you’re about to start your heat. I can’t stay here if there's a chance my little guy acts up.” 

Irene chuckles. 

“What? What’re you laughing at?” Wendy asks pleadingly.

“You call your penis your little guy?” Irene teases because it is so obviously not little.

“Totally not the point.” 

“Totally not little, by the way.” 

“Irene unnie!” 

“I’m just saying, it’s noticeable.” 

Wendy makes a weird squawk of surprise. “Don’t say it like you check me out or something.” 

Irene warms but she giggles, trying to keep things light. “It’s hard not to when we live together. Plus you don’t really hide it when you wear your shorts or leggings to work out.” 

Wendy stays mum for a moment. “I…will try to cover up more then.” 

“You don’t have to,” Irene sincerely says. “I don’t want you to be self conscious around me. We’ve been living together for two years now, if I was bothered, I’d have mentioned something already.”

Wendy chews her bottom lip thoughtfully. “I guess…” She breathes in. “Are you sure you’re okay with me staying here? I can ask my friend to stay at her place.” 

Irene shakes her head. “Don’t do that on my account. Regardless of what happened just now, I still trust you. Remember? You make me feel safe.” 

“Unnie, my heart just fluttered.” 

Irene laughs incredulously. “It happens to me sometimes too,” she banters. There’s a beat of silence and Irene warms, thinking she might’ve made Wendy uncomfortable. “Wendy…?” 

“I have to go…it happened again,” Wendy sheepishly says. 

“Again?” Irene is surprised. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” Wendy hastily drops the phone. 

Irene anticipates things going back to normal but Wendy pauses in her doorway when she sees Irene in the kitchen. 

“Did you do something to your hair?” Wendy notes aloud upon seeing her. 

Irene steps off her step stool with a tea bag. “I don’t think so? I washed it last night,” she answers, unsure of why Wendy is noticing now. 

“Have you been working out?” 

“No more than usual? Are you okay?” Irene is confused by the sudden line of questioning while she makes her morning tea. 

“You just…look different,” Wendy dumbly says. 

Irene frowns because she’s in Wendy’s sweatshirt still and shorts. She looks down at herself and her bare legs and bunny slippers Wendy had gotten her for Christmas. “Well don’t make another comment because I know I’m dressed like a bum.” She crosses her legs as she steeps her tea and waits for the soup to heat up. 

Wendy’s eyes fall on her legs and she looks away quickly. “Of course,” she quickly shuffles across the living room to their shared bathroom. 

Irene doesn’t think much of it because Wendy sometimes gets awkward around Irene when she’s overthinking. After last night, Irene doesn’t blame her. Wendy has only recently gotten comfortable with her alpha side around Irene since helping her out with Siwon. Irene reassures her that she’s still the same person to her even if she can probably beat up any alpha that gets in her way at this point. Then again, in the years they’ve known each other Wendy has never gotten hard around her. Or at least if she did, she’d only mention it in passing like morning wood or being extremely stressed. 

Irene finds Wendy’s t-shirt halfway to the bathroom in the living room and picks it up. She knocks on the bathroom door. “Wendy-ah, you dropped your shirt!” she announces through the door. She turns the doorknob when she doesn’t hear a response; the shower can muffle out some sounds with the glass door. 

As Irene cracks open the door, she hears a sound unlike she’s heard from Wendy before. 

“Mm,-growl--fuck…” Wendy’s low register comes out and Irene freezes at the way it stimulates her senses. “Mm…Irene…” Irene feels her heart pound inside of her and she can’t resist peeking in because there’s no way her roommate is doing what she thinks she’s doing. 

Irene peers just enough into the bathroom to see Wendy’s back in the mirror. She has her head bowed and hand up against the shower wall while the other hand is between her legs. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Wendy is masturbating. The only thing that really makes Irene hot is to know that Wendy is doing it to her. 

“Unnie…” Wendy groans as she shakes while obviously rubbing herself. 

Irene shivers at the deep timbre of her voice. She feels a heat building inside of her and quickly throws the article of clothing in and shuts the door quietly behind her. As guilty as she feels for accidentally intruding on Wendy’s private moment, Irene feels a bit of thrill in knowing that she affects Wendy in this way.

The burgeoning desire grows inside of her and Irene knows her heat is at work. After hearing Wendy masturbating with thoughts of her, Irene feels a spark of life in her body. She needs to quickly remedy it if she intends to get any work done at home today. So she heads back into her room to do the same. 

It doesn’t help. Irene finds that while it 100% helps to think of Wendy while she touches herself for the brevity of it, it actually 1000% makes her heat worse. 

Irene had to take off the sweater after she masturbated because all she could smell was oranges and the woody, earthy smell of maple trees ten fold. And having her scent all over it just makes it more enticing for her to stay in bed and keep masturbating. But Irene can’t read her appeals or discovery paperwork when all she can think of is Wendy. 

Wendy, who aside from her meek and polite personality, can actually fight when necessary. She works really hard and she’s passionate about the things she loves: producing content, making music, and food. She’s an adorable energizer squirrel that won’t quit working until she’s bone tired and she enjoys every minute of her life. It’s so admirable for Irene that sometimes she feels motivated after spending a day working at home with her. 

Aside from personality, Wendy is a well put together package. Even if she’s small for an alpha, she’s still an alpha. While living with her Irene sees it more obviously. Wendy is compact and strong. She can run 10k comfortably and enjoys high intensity workouts that test her cardio. She says it’s to help her sing better, but Irene can tell she enjoys the rush of it. Because of that, Wendy is hot. Underneath those baggy clothes, Wendy has muscles. Her rippling abs and tight butt and well toned arm muscles. 

Irene feels wet again. She chews on her pen cap as she thinks of Wendy from the morning again. It’s not good for her. She has to do work. She can’t be thinking about Wendy when there’s a mountain of paperwork for her. 

Irene slams her pen down on her desk and goes right back to her room. 

She buries her face in the sweater of their mixed scents and pulls out her vibrator to let it do the work. 

Beside her, the hub chimes an alarm that breaks her focus.

12:15: Wendy’s Radio Show 

Irene moans painfully at the reminder. She always listens to Wendy’s radio show when she’s at work. Just leaving it on to support her.

“You listen to my radio show everyday, unnie?” 

“Of course, it’s your first show.” 

“Thank you unnie, you have no idea what that means to me.” Wendy says before she bumps shoulders with Irene. 

Irene’s heart races after skipping a beat. “Play the SBS Noon show.” With a chime, the hub turns on the radio at Irene's request.

“Good afternoon, everyone, it's your DJ the Wan DJ. Thank you for tuning in today, we have a great lineup of guests that I hope you’ll be as excited as I am for–”

Irene lets out a loud moan that surprises her. Her heart pounds even faster between embarrassment and excitement. She knows that Wendy has a lovely voice. The kind of voice that is sweet like honey and smooth like butter. Irene avidly falls on every syllable Wendy speaks because it sounds like she’s singing when she’s happy and like she’s rapping when she’s angry. 

On her radio shows, Irene feels energised and relaxed. But at this moment, it makes her hot and bothered. 

“With a cute and lovely personality, forever maknae, please welcome Hwasa-ssi–” Wendy introduces with a smoothness full of familiarity and welcome. 

Irene feels her heart tug at the sound of Wendy’s cheerful voice. She works the vibrator in and out of her slowly, savouring Wendy’s voice in her mind. The bashfulness of thinking of her roommate as she touches herself slowly slips away and Irene revels in it. 

Wendy. Wendy. Wendy. 

The thought of the alpha–no, she’s more than alpha, better than anyone–Irene moans when she hears Wendy’s laughter. The enthusiastic warm giggles remind Irene of Wendy’s smiling face, chubby cheeks with perfect dimples. She shudders, rubbing her clit while working the vibrator slowly in and out. 

Like she always says, she feels safe and warm with Wendy. No alpha has ever made her feel the way that Wendy has and Irene can’t deny that she’s attracted to her. And there are so many things she’s grown to like about Wendy. She can’t tell if it’s heat induced or not, but she feels her feelings for Wendy amplify.

Irene feels herself come at least twice while listening to Wendy talk with Hwasa. She doesn’t know why each orgasm isn’t enough, but she craves more and more. It isn’t enough. 

“Wendy-ssi, you’re so cool. You have a way with words, if you don’t mind me asking, are you dating?” Hwasa suddenly asks.

Wendy awkwardly laughs. “No, no. Why are you asking me? This is an interview for you!” 

Hwasa giggles playfully. “I think it’d be fun to know! I heard you have a lot of fans and I can see why. You have a great personality.” 

“Ah, is that so?” Wendy takes it in stride, but Irene knows how shy she is by the way she awkwardly chuckles. “Well, thank you for saying that.” 

“Seriously. Listeners, please if you want to send in your confession, now is your time,” Hwasa jests. 

“Ah, no, no!” Wendy denies. “This is your time, Hwasa-ssi. Listeners, if you want Hwasa-ssi to hear your confession, now is your time.” 

“Aiyyy,” Hwasa brushes off, “haven’t you heard? I must have 10 million brides by now. My fans keep proposing to me.”

“What’s another few?” Wendy teases. 

“Aiyyy, Wan DJ is too playful, huh?” 

“That’s right, that’s right.” Wendy blows out an exhausted breath and laughs again. “Hwasa-ssi, you’re messing around with my script you know?”

“Of course! Talking about your dating life gives my company less of a headache,” Hwasa artfully dodges. Wendy agrees wholeheartedly. “So on that note, interview time with Wan DJ?” 

“Eh?”

Irene can’t help but giggle at Wendy’s soft confused voice. 

“Interview time?” 

Hwasa claps into the mic. “Yes, the question Wan DJ from your PDs today is: are you dating?” 

Wendy pauses and there’s a shuffling of papers. “Hwasa-ssi, how could you be on their side?! This is a show for you!” 

“But it is your show too! It’s fun for me! So please answer the question!” 

“I can’t get out of this can I?” Wendy half whines. Irene moans at the imagery of Wendy’s pouty face when she wants to eat another piece of cake after already destroying half of it herself. “If that’s the case then I’ll have to say, I’m unfortunately unavailable.”

Irene stops her ministrations and turns her head to the hub where Wendy’s voice comes out of. She feels her heart drop. How could Wendy be unavailable? She is eligible and completely available. They live together, Irene would know if Wendy had someone. 

“I have someone close and special to me, who has been a strong silent supporter for the last two years,” Wendy says simply.  Her voice is deeper suddenly and she speaks with genuinely honesty that makes Irene’s heart quiver. “She’s busy with work today but if you’re listening: unnie, thank you for being here for me. I love you!”  

“Wendy…” Irene rolls onto her stomach, face burying into the sweater she’s got beside her and breathes in their scent. Her heat hits her even harder as she cries into the bed. 

Thank you for being here for me. I love you!

“Unnie, thank you for being here for me. I love you??” Sejeong points out when they’re closing out the day. 

Wendy blushes and shrugs it off, while packing her backpack. “What about it?” 

“You get cheesy but today you were really honest,” Sejeong notes as she pokes Wendy’s shoulder playfully. 

Wendy can’t help but smile. “I don’t know, I thought I was always honest.” 

Sejeong clicks her tongue thoughtfully. “When it comes to Irene unnie, I felt like there was always tension. You know? Will they or won’t they?”

Wendy looks at Sejeong quizzically. “What?” 

“Do you love her? Or are you in love with her?” Sejeong clarifies with a smirk on her lips. 

“Aish, don’t be ridiculous, Sejeong-ah, you know I can’t love anyone,” Wendy brushes off. Her heart warms at the thought of being in love with Irene though. She genuinely loves the older woman, but to be in love with must feel differently.

Sejeong hums thoughtfully. “As far as we’ve known, you haven’t loved anyone. But then again, it’s not like people stick around long enough for you to fall for them.”

“Aiyyy, nahhh, that’s not possible.” 

“I’m just saying, everyone works at their own pace. Just because you don’t fall in love like in those romcoms you love so much, doesn’t mean you can’t.” Sejeong points out smartly. “You’ve changed a lot since meeting Irene-ssi, who says you can’t fall in love with her? Maybe you just needed more time compared to the rest of us to fall.” 

“If that’s true, then why haven’t I fallen for you?” Wendy deflects, trying not to think too hard about being in love with her roommate.

“Because you hate losing games to me. Like genuinely that was a dealbreaker,” Sejeong easily points out with a chuckle. “But I’ve seen you lose to Irene-ssi at shooting games on purpose.”

“She hates losing, she’d make me play until she wins,” Wendy also points out. 

Sejeong cringes. “Oh! Gross, you’re so nice to her too and every time she walks into the room you’ve got heart eyes like cupid shot you!” Wendy rolls her eyes. “Seriously though, if you really love her you should probably talk to her about it because it’s been bothering you all day.”

Unfortunately, as her designated best friend, Wendy takes Sejeong’s words to heart. She thinks about how far her and Irene’s relationship has come in the last two years. Wendy has never liked anyone as much as she likes Irene. Even if Irene can be mean during work hours and cranky early morning and late at night, Irene is strong and steadfast. She’s stronger and more unwavering than Wendy could ever be and it’s admirable and inspiring. 

Even if she can seem like an immovable force, Irene is always willing to listen, to learn, to grow, and to change for the better. Wendy has learned so much from Irene in the last two years. 

When she was younger, she hated that she wasn’t a typical alpha, that she couldn’t get that passionate and furious as her genetics dictated. However, Irene showed her that she was still alpha all the same. The most important parts of Wendy’s life, her art and music, were where she directed that passion and determination. Even if she wasn’t a fighter or keeper like other alphas with their omegas, Wendy was like that with her happiness. And with Irene at her side, Wendy feels a lot stronger.

Wendy hugs her backpack against her chest and drops her chin on it. She has feelings for Irene. She can’t deny that she likes Irene for all that woman is. If there were another universe, Wendy wishes that Irene would be an alpha because it’s just more fitting for her and she’d be an omega. 

“No matter how much you wish you weren’t an alpha, you are. Just because you don’t adhere to the stereotypical presentations, doesn’t make you any less of who you are. You’ve cared about me, protected me, and made me feel safer than any alpha has ever done for me.” 

At the reminder of Irene's words, Wendy sighs into her backpack and hugs it tighter. Irene is right. She’s always right. The reminder of her words makes Wendy’s heart flutter inside of her. How can I not be in love? Wendy considers, Maybe I am in love with her. I’ve never felt it before so what do I know?

She knows that there’s definitely something that’s changed between them. It was subtle at first. Wendy has always known that Irene is hot. It’s just a fact. But lately, Wendy has noticed more and more about Irene. She’s beautiful. Wendy catches Irene’s side profile in the afternoon light and thinks she could write lyrics about how beautiful her cheekbones and high nose are. Not to mention, Irene is fit; while she’s not at Wendy’s level, Irene’s natural slim and petite body is tough and screams ‘taken care of.’ Just this morning alone, Wendy couldn’t help but notice her legs. The creamy white legs with defined calves and shapely thighs that disappear underneath her Toronto sweater. 

Wendy feels heat rushing between her legs and panics. She can feel her jeans get tight underneath her backpack and the pressure on her cock as her backpack lies on top of it. Wendy buries her face in her backpack out of embarrassment and wills her erection to go away for the rest of the train ride. 

One thing is for sure, Irene is the only woman that Wendy has been attracted to, emotionally and physically. And she doesn’t even know when it started.

Going home is a complete mistake. 

Wendy pushes open the door to a wall of warm flowers. It’s distinctly Irene’s scent and Wendy shuts the door quickly behind her lest other alphas smell it and come offering their services. The problem when she shuts the door is that Wendy feels cornered. 

Her erection barely goes away by the time she gets back to the apartment and smelling Irene full force starts to warm her up. She gets hot and bothered instantly because the apartment also smells like her. Wendy is the least possessive of a person she knows and yet the smell of flowers and citrus in the air makes her feel right at home. This is her home. With Irene. This is their space. No one else’s. 

Wendy has to grab some water because she’s sweaty from the anxiety of someone seeing her erection and the low growl in her chest at the pheromones in the air. 

The bathroom door clicks open and Irene walks out, drying her hair with a towel, and wearing her sweatshirt. 

Irene freezes upon seeing Wendy in the kitchen and backs against the doorframe. “You’re home…” she nervously says. 

“Yep, there was light work, so I got to come early,” Wendy responds as casually as she can. Her eyes fall on Irene’s legs and she feels her throat dry because the sweater goes down mid-thigh on Irene making it look like she’s wearing nothing underneath. Wendy hadn’t thought of that before, but it paints a gorgeous picture in her head. 

Irene suddenly tugs the sweatshirt down and Wendy realises that she’s been caught staring. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” Wendy quickly apologises and finishes her water. She feels her heart sink because it’s clear that she’s made Irene uncomfortable. Irene must smell her because she can’t control how her body is reacting at the moment. “I think–I should go.” Wendy says, considering going to her room, but instead grabbing her backpack. 

“Where are you going?” Irene asks in confusion when she sees Wendy go towards the door. 

Wendy feels guilty as she says it, “I think I’m reacting to your heat. It’s never happened to me before and I don’t want to put you in an awkward position. It’s better if I go so that you can ride out your heat without worry.” 

“How can you react to my heat?” Irene is surprised but she doesn’t shy away from her spot against the doorframe to the bathroom. It’s still a safe distance from Wendy in the foyer.

Wendy shrugs. “I honestly don’t know. I just–when I think of you, I get hard, and now that I smell us all over the apartment, I feel frustrated? Horny?” She glances at Irene’s body. “I keep looking at you and thinking about things I shouldn’t be.” She frantically explains before shutting her eyes and covering it with her hand. “I don’t think I should be here, so I’m going to go.” 

“Don’t go,” Irene says. 

“I should.” 

Irene makes her way to Wendy timidly. She tugs at Wendy’s wrist to pull away from her face. “Can we at least talk about it? Because I have something I want to talk to you about too.” 

Wendy’s shoulders drop because that never sounds good. “Okay, you go first then,” Wendy concedes, knowing it’s probably best to just take whatever Irene says. She must notice the changes, Irene is smart, she probably knew that Wendy’s been eyeing her funny and what it meant. Now she’s uncomfortable and she wants to leave. Wendy tries to be strong but she’s ready for Irene to tell her that she probably wants to move out or something. 

“I listened to your radio show earlier today and you said something that made me think,” Irene starts carefully. She looks at Wendy with her big doe-like eyes. She looks so soft and comforting like she always does. “You’ve said you loved me before, when I buy us tteokbokki or make takoyaki or encourage you to do things, but it felt different this time. For me.”

Wendy stares at Irene quizzically.

“I love you too in a friendly way but I’m starting to think that maybe it’s more than a friendly way,” Irene admits with a big exhale after she says it. “I don’t know when it happened, but I think I’ve started loving you as more than a friend.” She gulps audibly. “I know you probably don’t feel the same and you don’t see me as any more than a reliable unnie, but I want you to know because–” She takes a deep breath in “--because I respect you and what we have as roommates and friends. That’s more important to me.”

Wendy feels her mind go blank. She had a whole apologetic speech ready to give Irene, something about understanding how they aren’t on the same page and they probably need to move out, or how Irene doesn’t ever have to see her again, but suddenly, Wendy doesn’t know what to say. 

Irene is standing in front of her having confessed her feelings for Wendy. And all Wendy can think of is almost irrelevant things. She always thought Irene’s eyes were black, but they’re a dark, dark brown that actually twinkles underneath the light. Irene’s hair always perfectly falls down her shoulders and frames her chest. Irene’s collarbones are sharp and form the perfect and prettiest hills and valleys across her chest that Wendy has ever seen. Irene is not just pretty, she’s beautiful. From her sweet eyes, nose, and lips. Her perfectly pink lips that get all pouty when she loses a game. 

Wendy stares at Irene’s face, wondering how soft her lips must be when her cheeks are soft as mochi. They must be powdery like clouds and taste sweet like candy floss.  

“Please say something,” Irene quietly begs with sincere eyebrows crinkling. 

Wendy licks her lips and swallows. She feels nervous as she opens her mouth. “Irene unnie, I’m attracted to you.” 

“Eh?” 

“I’ve always loved our friendship and how close we’ve gotten. I consider you someone close to me and very dear to my heart. But I think I’ve started to be more attracted to you physically.” 

Irene’s eyes widen like saucers and her lips form a perfect circle. “Oh.” She looks at Wendy carefully. “What do you mean?” 

“I think that I’ve fallen in love with you at some point too. And while I thought I couldn’t feel the same physical attraction for you like normal people, I’ve been seeing you differently. When I think about you, I think about things I shouldn’t be, things that are too inappropriate to think of because of how much I respect you too.” 

Pink starts dusting Irene’s alabaster cheeks. Her body starts to radiate heat between them. 

Wendy feels herself warm. Her heart starts to tighten in her chest because Irene looks irresistible. “Unnie,” she almost croaks as she tries to whisper, “can I kiss you?” 

Irene quietly gasps. 

“It’s okay to say no,” Wendy reassures, despite the tension in her chest. She wonders if she’s ever wanted something as much as this. “I just want to know how your lips feel. If they taste as sweet as they look.” 

Irene bites her lip. “Wendy, do you know what you’re saying?” 

Wendy furrows her brows in confusion. “Of course I do. What’s wrong with what I’m saying?” 

“You sound like you’re seducing me,” Irene shivers as her eyes flit down to Wendy’s lips. She carefully brings up her hands to Wendy’s shoulders. 

Wendy just eyes the hands sliding up her shoulders and Irene steps closer to clasp her hands around behind Wendy’s head. Her heart pounds inside of her at the sudden shrinking proximity. “I think…what you’re doing is seducing me though,” Wendy dumbly points out as her hand unconsciously comes up to Irene’s waist. 

“You started it…” Irene shyly whispers. 

Wendy swallows. She doesn’t know where to look but as her eyes look into Irene’s, she can see how big her pupils are. The dark brown gets even darker. “Is it okay then? To kiss you?” She feels Irene’s body heat against hers fully, her warm breath against her face, and smells the scent of her heat. 

Irene doesn’t say anything and nods. 

Wendy feels the mounting apprehension that holds her back and pushes past it. Without anymore thinking, she leans forward to kiss Irene’s lips. She goes in a little too quick and smacks their noses together. Irene chuckles before she tilts her head just enough for Wendy to slot their lips together. Then Wendy really feels it, the softness. The pillowy lips are better than what she imagines because they’re not just soft, they’re supple and full. Wendy likes the feeling of Irene’s lips against hers and takes Irene’s bottom lip between hers to suck on. 

Irene moans and curls into Wendy. 

The sound of Irene’s moan sends shivers down Wendy’s spine. It’s an attractive sound that draws Wendy to hold her tightly and suck even harder. Irene gasps and moans against Wendy before her lips start moving against Wendy. Wendy is confused by what is happening when she realises Irene is trying to take control. 

Irene cups Wendy’s cheek with one hand, the other wrapping around her shoulder to secure her. Her tongue darts out to lick Wendy’s upper lip. It surprises the alpha causing her to gasp. Irene’s lips curl into a smile and she slips her tongue inside Wendy’s mouth. This time Wendy lets Irene take the lead, trying to understand what the omega wants and how she can return the favour. Their tongues slide against one another with wet sucking. The lewd sounds arouses Wendy in more ways than one. The desire she feels for Irene burns hotter and makes her hungrier. 

Wendy wraps Irene up in her arms. She kisses Irene back harder, tongue fighting for dominance. Irene groans loudly against her and stumbles back. Wendy carefully keeps Irene in her arms, making sure she doesn’t fall but they keep moving back until Irene is pressed against the bathroom doorframe. 

Irene grunts at the way the frame digs into her back. She breaks the kiss to catch her breath and centre herself. 

Wendy feels the air rush into her chest. She doesn't know when she stopped breathing during that kiss but it didn’t matter when she was breathing in Irene. There’s a burst of butterflies fluttering in her chest that makes her laugh incredulously. 

“What?” Irene asks curiously. 

Wendy shakes her head. Even as her body burns, her heart races, and the fluttering grows turbulent, Wendy feels good. “I just–I’ve never felt like this before.” She looks at Irene to see her lips are swollen and her cheeks are red from just kissing alone. “I want you, Irene unnie, I want to keep kissing you. And I want to hear all of the sounds you make when I do things to you.” 

Irene moans. Her knees feel weak at Wendy’s words. “You’re unbelievable,” she bites her lip. 

Wendy chuckles with a crooked smile. “Should I take that as a good thing?” 

Irene nods. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you all day.” She turns bright red suddenly. “My heat amplified all my feelings for you and I couldn’t stop touching myself while thinking of you.” 

Wendy feels like her breath is taken. She’d felt bad that she had to masturbate to thoughts of Irene in the shower this morning but to hear Irene do the same, excites her. “That sounds…difficult?” 

Irene chuckles at Wendy’s reaction but agrees. “It was so difficult. But we’re here now.” She leans in to kiss Wendy’s lips. “And I’m ready to take whatever you give me.” 

Wendy doesn’t know why she shivers at Irene’s words. There’s something inside of her that tells her she should give Irene whatever she wants, but a part of her that tells her to take what she wants. “Is this what alphas feel like?” Wendy asks. “Like I want to take you for my own, to claim every inch of you, to do whatever I want with you?” 

Irene is startled by the sudden question. She hesitates. “I mean…yes?” 

Wendy chews the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. Something about it doesn't settle with her knowing how their relationship actually is. Between the two of them, they are more than their alpha and omega make up. What Irene wants is important to her too. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how I can please you. Take the lead so I know what I can do for you.” 

Irene’s eyes go wide and her pupils grow incredibly large. Her heat has been tumultuous all day between her natural desire to be bred and her feelings for Wendy, but now her heat is no match for the way that Wendy makes her feel. She’s never wanted someone as much as she’s wanted Wendy. Her heat isn't what makes her love Wendy, it's who Wendy is that makes Irene fall for her.

Irene grabs Wendy’s backpack straps and shoves them off her shoulders. Wendy’s eyes widen but she lets Irene take it off and it drops to the ground. She tugs Wendy by her jacket and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. Wendy is so startled she yelps into Irene’s mouth. They keep kissing, hungrier than before. Wendy responds with just as much enthusiasm as Irene. Irene smiles into the kiss, blindly pushing Wendy’s jacket off her shoulders. 

“Can you carry me?” Irene asks between hot kisses. 

“How?” Wendy murmurs against Irene's insistent lips. 

Irene pulls back and coyly smiles at Wendy, putting her hands on her shoulders. “Like this.” She hops up and Wendy quickly catches the backs of Irene’s thighs as they wrap around her back. Irene groans in satisfaction. “I love that you’re so strong,” Irene bends down to kiss Wendy, who cranes her neck to meet her lips. “My bed, Wendy…” 

Wendy grunts and starts moving. She carefully navigates the space as she can while Irene showers her with kisses. She isn’t graceful getting Irene on the bed, but Irene lies down, wet hair spread on the sheets, sweatshirt hiked up at her hips. Wendy feels her mouth salivate when she sees that Irene wears nothing underneath. She can see her neatly shaved pussy shining with arousal. Her outer lips are pink and puffy, looking delicious. 

“You really are beautiful,” Wendy expresses as her hands touch the insides of Irene’s thigh. 

Irene spreads her legs open even more. Even if her whole body blushes at Wendy’s words, she isn’t ashamed to bare herself in front of the alpha. “Touch me?” 

Wendy raises an eyebrow at the neediness in Irene’s tone. Without questions, Wendy brings her hands to Irene’s wet mound, her fingers slipping between the wet folds. Both of them moan. The desire in Wendy grows at the feeling of Irene’s arousal on her fingers. She rubs her folds, rubbing her clit back and forth. 

Irene throws her head back in pleasure, hips rising for more. “Inside, Wendy–put your fingers inside me…” Irene sighs erotically.

Wendy takes her other hand and dips two fingers inside Irene’s heat. The wetness that coats Irene’s entrance is nothing compared to inside of her. Wendy moans at the feeling of Irene’s flooded core and her soft walls that pulse around her fingers. Irene digs her heels into the bed and throws her head back in pleasure. Her walls squeeze Wendy’s fingers and Wendy starts to move them. The wet squelching sound is a testament to how wet and ready Irene is. 

Wendy feels her cock straining against her jeans more than before. The desire to be inside Irene grows as Wendy pumps her fingers in and out of Irene. She can only hope she’s doing it right. 

Then Irene whimpers loudly when Wendy touches a particularly soft spot. So Wendy does it over and over, causing Irene to start thrashing underneath her. Irene looks extremely sexy. It sparks something inside Wendy to make Irene thrash even harder, to hear her sounds even louder, and to make her cry out. Wendy thrusts her fingers as deeply as they can go and she rubs Irene’s clit even faster. 

The effect is instant, Irene’s hands grab the bedsheets and her legs fall open even more. She yells in pleasure. “More, Wendy! Just like that! More!” 

Wendy smiles proudly at herself and does what Irene says, thrusting her fingers harder and more deeply. There are wet slaps with how quickly Wendy picks up the pace. Irene’s moans get louder and urgent until she cries out. Wendy feels Irene’s walls clench around her fingers, a new wave of wetness drips out of Irene, and she gasps for air. Wendy watches Irene come undone by her fingers with utter fascination. She didn’t think Irene could be even more attractive to her but there she was in her orgasmic bliss. 

Wendy takes her fingers out and watches as more wetness slips out of Irene. The smell of flowers fills the space and it makes the fluttering in Wendy’s heart grow. “Can I taste you?” she can’t help but ask. 

Irene picks up her head. She has a crooked smile on her face. “Yes, please. Lick me up, taste me with your tongue, you can put your fingers back inside me.” 

Wendy moans at the sound of Irene’s instruction. The way she wants Wendy is the same way she wants Irene. Wendy settles in between Irene’s thighs and licks her entrance. The taste is sweet and heady, Wendy moans because it’s delicious. She licks up Irene quickly, cleaning her up, and dipping her tongue inside to taste even more of her. The taste is so addicting and so distinctly Irene, whom she feels so much for. Wendy feels like she starts to understand what everyone has tried to explain to her for years. The desire to be with someone, to express yourself sexually. Even if Irene’s the first one, she doesn’t mind if Irene is the only one she feels this way for. 

Irene moans above her, expressing her enjoyment in Wendy’s mouth on her. “Oh yessss, Wendy, just like that, lick me up—so good–ahh, ahh–” She can feel Wendy smile against her and Irene laughs. “That feels so good.” Her body shakes, still reeling from the last orgasm but on the edge of another one. Her hand falls on Wendy’s head, fingers tangling in her hair. “More, more, more—” 

Wendy’s ears perk up at the way Irene wantonly begs. She eats her out enthusiastically and adds her fingers back in the mix. Irene moans, hips coming off the bed. More of her juice slips out of her, making a mess on Wendy’s face but she doesn’t care. Wendy enjoys the reaction she gets. Her heart swells with pride knowing she could make Irene fall apart if she—Wendy sucks on Irene’s clit and buries her fingers inside that erotic heat, wiggling to find that soft spot. 

“Wendy, I’m cumming!” Irene screams as she grips Wendy’s hair tightly, hips pushing harder into Wendy’s face. 

Wendy feels wetness splash into her mouth. The sweetness fills her mouth and she drinks it up hungrily. She moans against Irene’s soaked entrance and licks up everything she can. When Irene falls back on the bed, boneless, Wendy pulls away, wiping her wet chin with the back of her hand. She looks at Irene’s spent body, the wetness still dripping out of her. 

Wendy feels the heat inside of her burn hotter. The straining feeling against her jeans becomes unbearable. With Irene’s scent blanketing the air, Wendy fully feels her body react in response. She eyes the wet entrance and has an immense desire to be inside of Irene. She wants to feel Irene all over her. 

Wendy caresses Irene’s thighs gently as she comes down from her orgasm. “Irene unnie…” she calls as she rubs herself through her jeans. “Can I—” She doesn’t want to push if Irene doesn’t want it. 

Irene picks up her head and sees Wendy rubbing her crotch with a sheepish look on her face. She gets impossibly hornier at the sight. The wetness pours out of her because she can smell Wendy. The orange and maple fills the air to mix with her scent again. Their scents fill the air, claiming the space as their own. Their home is where Wendy and Irene are. It’s not just Irene's imagination, they’re alpha and omega and more.

Even if her legs feel like jello, Irene crawls onto her hands and knees before Wendy, who slides back off the bed. “Take off your shirt,” she huskily says from crying out twice from her orgasms. Wendy nods and quickly takes off her button up and t-shirt and bra. Meanwhile, Irene unbuttons Wendy’s jean and tugs them until her erection pops out, nearly hitting her in the face. She’s surprised that Wendy’s size is big, not overwhelmingly so but bigger than her baggy pants and shorts reveal. 

Wendy lets out a loud moan as Irene holds it in her hand. It fits perfectly so Irene can just wrap her hand around it. She pumps it only a few times before Wendy feels too hot to be in her clothes and shoves off her jeans. 

“Let me wet this before you put it in me,” Irene says before closing her hands around her cock one again. 

Wendy groans at the feeling of Irene’s hot hand on her. She loves how Irene firmly grasps her and pumps her. She chokes on air when she feels Irene start sucking on her. She looks down to see Irene staring back up at her, puffy lips wrapped around her. Wendy moans and slowly reaches down to run her hand through Irene’s hair. Her soft black locks are like water through her fingers. As Irene bobs her head on Wendy’s cock, the tight, wet sensation makes her harder, thighs quivering under Irene’s expert mouth. She feels Irene’s tongue press against the sensitive vein along her cock and she grips Irene’s hair tightly. 

“That feels so good–ngg–” Wendy groans, throwing her head back in pleasure. She looks back at Irene who smiles with her eyes, her lips barely curling as she sucks on Wendy. “You’re so beautiful, Irene unnie.” She moans as Irene pulls back with a wet slurp. Some saliva drips at the corner of her lip and Wendy finds it incredibly sexy. The blood rushes between her legs even though Wendy thinks it’s physically impossible to be any harder.

Irene moans as she strokes Wendy. She tugs her just a little bit as she moves onto the bed. “Come here,” she beckons with a flirtatious smile. 

Wendy hovers over Irene as she crawls back onto her bed until she reaches the pillows. Irene cups her cheeks and pulls her down for a kiss. They both moan. The heat between them becomes unbearable. Irene strips off the sweater to reveal the rest of her body. Wendy looks down at her. The silhouette of Irene’s body is nothing compared to her naked. Wendy gets to fully appreciate the size of her cute breasts and defined lines of her taut stomach.

Wendy can’t help but touch every inch of Irene’s soft skin. It’s just as soft as her lips and hot as sin. “Is this okay?” Wendy asks as she gently squeezes Irene’s breasts, they fit perfectly in her hands. Irene moans and nods, hands covering Wendy’s to encourage her. 

“I want you inside of me,” Irene urges with a small whine because Wendy is teasing her nipples. 

Wendy stops fondling Irene’s breasts and settles herself properly between Irene’s legs. She grabs the base of it, still wet with Irene’s saliva and strokes it. “Tell me if it’s too much.” 

Irene blushes and nods. She lets her legs fall open, revealing herself to make it easier for Wendy. Wendy takes a breath and sinks her cock inside Irene. They both moan in pleasure. Wendy enjoys the way she easily slips inside Irene’s tight pussy and Irene enjoys the way Wendy fills her up.

“Is this okay?” Wendy asks, holding herself up over Irene. She doesn’t move yet, waiting to make sure Irene is okay. 

Irene lets her body adjust to the long member. “Yessss,” she hisses as she shifts her hips for a better position that causes Wendy to hit slightly deeper inside of her. “Wendy…it feels so good. You feel so good inside of me.” 

“You feel so good too, you’re so tight around me, better than your mouth,” Wendy expresses with a low groan. 

Wendy doesn’t know how much Irene is affected by her voice. The low timbre whispers that are hot in her ear makes Irene wetter. The way she says both sweet and seductive things without realising that it’s what other people turn into putty for. Irene is weak to Wendy’s sincerity. 

She reaches up to cup Wendy’s cheek. “Go ahead and fuck me,” she encourages with a smile on her face, “alpha.” 

Wendy’s ears perk up. Her whole body thrums with excitement. “Irene unnie…” she feels like she’s throbbing. How can her whole body react to just being addressed as alpha? She’s sure other omegas have tried to address her as such, but no one has the same effect as Irene. “Say it again?” 

There’s a teasing smile on Irene’s face. “Alpha?” 

Wendy hums a low groan at the way Irene says it. It sounds so good.

Irene moans at the gentle growl that Wendy unconsciously lets out. “Please, fuck me alpha.” 

Wendy groans again and starts moving her hips. Irene feels her cock move in and out of her, rubbing her walls deliciously. She gets wetter with Wendy’s low groans and whispers to see if it’s okay. 

“Just like that, Wendy-ah, keep going–” Irene encourages as she wraps her arms around Wendy’s shoulders. She enjoys the way Wendy humps her, slow, deep. It makes her heart pound inside of her that Wendy takes care of her so well. But she knows that underneath it, the alpha still wants to come out. Irene can tell by the way Wendy reacts to her saying, “Alpha. Faster.” 

Wendy moans in her ears and starts moving her hips faster. Irene moans against Wendy with a smile on her lips. She cards her finger through Wendy’s hair. “Alpha, fuck me harder.” 

“Unnie, please,” Wendy begs as she thrusts harder and faster. “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Irene feels the emotions run high inside of her. The heat really isn’t anything compared to how conscious she feels about Wendy. “You won’t hurt me,” she reassures, placing a messy kiss on Wendy’s jawline. “I trust you.” 

Wendy pulls back and looks at Irene with pleading eyes. “You’re sure?”

Irene melts at Wendy’s warm eyes full of concern. She nods with certainty. “I can take whatever you give me. I want to take what you give me.” 

Wendy feels her heart thud as if it’s trying to jump to Irene. “Then…,” she nervously swallows, “alpha will take good care of you, my omega.” 

Irene’s omega purrs at the conviction in Wendy’s smooth voice. “Please, Wendy alpha.” 

Wendy kisses her hard and doesn’t hold back from pounding right away. The sensation sends ripples of pleasure through Irene and she moans and whimpers against Wendy’s lips. They kiss for as long as they can before Wendy becomes focused on her thrusts in and out of Irene. 

Irene enjoys the pleasure of Wendy’s cock pounding her pussy and keeps her hands roaming all over Wendy’s body. The body she can fully appreciate under her. She feels the firm shoulders and the dips into the lines of her biceps as she holds herself up. She can’t resist cupping Wendy’s breasts, which are sensitive as Wendy lets out a moan before speeding up her thrusts. Irene squeezes and fondles her. 

It is a distraction as Wendy’s hips stutter..She bows her head. “Unnie, I can’t focus when you do that,” she pants as she tries to keep moving. 

Irene chuckles and throws her arms around Wendy’s shoulders to pull her flush against her. “How about if I do this?” She licks Wendy’s pulse point. 

Wendy lets out a guttural groan before she starts pounding Irene again. The pressure between her hips grows in the flush position they’re in. Irene feels Wendy’s breasts rub against her and her hips bumping hers. Most importantly, Wendy remains deep inside of her as she thrusts in and out. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their nasty moans fill the room. 

Irene feels the pleasure mounting as their bodies begin to sweat. The heat hits Irene full force, releasing more wetness to make it easier for Wendy to fuck her. Irene starts to feel herself fully submitting to Wendy. She wants her to keep pounding her until she feels her seed spill inside of her. She wants to be marked and claimed. It’s such an overwhelming thought because Irene has never wanted someone to do those things to her. But Wendy is taking care of her so well, still obviously holding back as her deep pounds are careful and measured.

Irene cups Wendy’s cheeks to grab her attention. Wendy is confused when interrupts her. 

“Are you okay? Should I stop?” she quickly asks even though her cock is throbbing inside Irene. 

“Don’t think about it too hard, just do what your body tells you to,” Irene encourages as she scratches behind Wendy’s ears. “I love you, Wendy-ah, I trust you so don’t hold back.”

Wendy shakes her head of Irene’s touches because of how much it tickles. She smiles wholeheartedly as she stares at Irene. She can feel the sincerity in her words and feels a burst of joy. “I love you too, Irene unnie.” 

Irene chuckles. “Then fuck me like you mean it.” 

“Tell me if it’s too much.” 

“I want it a lot.” 

Wendy chuckles this time before she bends down to kiss Irene deeply. She clears her head and does what Irene tells her to do. Clear her mind. Let her body tell her what to do. She can smell Irene, all she can smell is Irene. Her scent, her arousal. It calls out to something inside of Wendy and she lets herself focus on it. Because it makes her excited, hungry, and even a bit powerful. 

She pushes her hips forward, revelling in Irene’s sopping pussy. An uncontrollable groan escapes her lips and she pulls out her cock until just the tip before driving her hips forward. 

Irene cries out in pleasure at the sensation of being filled. Wendy keeps doing this, threatening to pull out only to shove her entire length inside of Irene. She spreads her legs even farther, encouraging Wendy with gentle kisses at her shoulder. “More, more, more–” she brokenly begs. 

Wendy bristles at the sound. She wants nothing more than to bring the omega underneath her pleasure. How can she deny Irene of what she wants? She rolls her hips faster, thrusting in and out of Irene with purpose. The smell of Irene, the spring flowers and warm sunlight fills her senses. The comforting smell encourages her to keep going. 

Irene moans loudly at the feeling of Wendy fucking her. She can feel the self consciousness slip away as Wendy drives her hips. The slaps are louder and more frequent. The orange and maple scent grows more potent. And Wendy’s growls grow louder. She gasps as Wendy’s cock hits a sensitive spot that she’s never reached before. Her walls clench around Wendy and it gives the alpha clear sign that she’s done something right. 

So Wendy continues, she fucks Irene harder. She gives deep thrusts that make Irene gasp for air. Except she can tell she’s not deep enough, so she pulls back to put Irene’s thighs against her shoulders. Irene yells at how deeply she sinks. Wendy feels it too, she’s deeper than before, poking at a wall. 

Irene whimpers and cries. The omega inside of her feels Wendy’s cock press against her cervix. “I want you to cum,” she lets out breathlessly as Wendy fucks her. “I want your cum inside of me.” 

Wendy moans at the sound of that. Something primal inside of her awakens because she wants nothing more than to cum inside of Irene, to fill her up, to breed her. “Unnie, I want to fill you up.” She urgently fucks her, the deep thrusts get rougher. 

Irene cries out, feeling her walls clenching Wendy’s cock. “I’m going to cum–” 

Wendy grunts as she pounds Irene even harder. The clenching walls make it difficult, but Wendy doesn’t care when she wants Irene to cum. The sound of bed squeaking gets louder as Wendy pounds into her. 

“Wendy-please–I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Irene screams as the wave of pleasure crashes into her. She feels the wetness come out of her as she cums around Wendy’s cock.

Despite the tightness of Irene’s channel, the wetness lubricates her for Wendy to keep going. So she does, she keeps pounding Irene through her orgasm. It doesn’t take much to force a second one out. Wendy keeps going, the sound of the bed squeaking and Irene’s erotic moan only encourage her. She can feel the pressure build in her cock, she’s going to cum too. 

Irene whimpers and cries underneath her. The quiet whispers of her begging for more reassures Wendy that she’s doing well. 

Wendy pounds into Irene as hard as she can. The primal need to fuck the omega and breed her comes to the forefront of her mind as she feels Irene’s walls clench around her infinitely tightly. She grunts as Irene cries out. “Are you close?” 

Irene bites down on Wendy’s shoulder.

Wendy hisses at the teeth digging into her shoulder and shakes her off. “I’m going to bite you, if you keep doing that,” Wendy threatens suddenly. She doesn't know where the assertiveness comes from but Irene likes it. 

Irene tries her luck with a little, “Then bite me. Make me yours alpha.” 

Wendy purrs at the sound of that. She buries her face in Irene’s neck, where the scent of her pheromones is the strongest. She drowns in lavenders and tulips and roses. She wants to make Irene hers. “Beg me. Beg me, omega.”

Irene shivers at the gravity in Wendy’s voice. The authority in Wendy's voice is unlike she's ever heard before and she loves it. She wants it.  

“Beg for me,” Wendy growls as she licks Irene’s pulse point. 

Irene curses and feels like she’s on the brink of another orgasm because of it. Wendy snaps her hips and impatiently demands her to respond. Irene cries out at the way Wendy’s cock hits her walls. “Please, please, bite me, alpha! Make me yours!” 

Wendy feels something purr inside of her and she doesn’t think as she bites down at the crook of Irene’s neck hard. Her hips are still pounding as she feels her cock get impossibly hard. She feels it aching and Irene’s hot pussy is the only thing that soothes her. All she wants is to be buried deep inside of her. 

Irene’s walls tighten around her and Irene comes with a pleasured cry. Wendy moans as she feels Irene squirt her juices around her cock, drowning her cock. The tightness only encourages Wendy as she cums inside of Irene with thick heavy squirts. Irene moans at the sensation of being filled with Wendy’s seed and closes her ankles around Wendy’s back. Wendy pushes deeper into Irene, wanting to secure her seed inside of Irene’s pussy. With one last push, Irene comes again, Wendy feels herself secure inside of Irene and moans in pleasure as she continues to paint Irene’s walls with her cum. 

The pleasure is so good it’s blinding. The way that the air smells like the two of them makes her heart shake. All she can think about is how much she loves this. She loves Irene. Irene loves her back. The emotions are overhwlming because Wendy can't tell where she ends and Irene begins as she stays deep inside her. Wendy feels her cock twitching as it releases cum and she worries it won’t end.

Irene is underneath her, moaning with pleasure. She feels incredibly full. She can feel Wendy’s cum sloshing inside of her. There’s a throb at her neck, the reminder makes Irene purr with contentment. Wendy has marked her in all ways and she’s still deep inside of her. 

Wendy collapses on top of her and Irene can’t help but chuckle. She holds the alpha in her arms. 

Time passes as Irene strokes Wendy’s hair while breathing their scents in. Wendy has always made her feel safe but Irene feels entirely secure in this position. “Wendy-ah, you have to get up, we can’t stay like this,” she reminds playfully. 

Wendy groans as she pushes herself off Irene. The only problem is they are joined together. 

Irene doesn’t realise until she feels the tugging at her entrance. “Oh.” 

“Oh no,” Wendy’s eyes go wide at the realisation that they’re knotted together. “Unnie, I didn’t mean to—shoot, we’re knotted together.” 

Irene doesn’t panic. She tries her best not to so she doesn’t worry Wendy. She catches Wendy’s face in her hands. “It’s okay,” she reassures. “It didn’t hurt. I don’t regret letting you do what you want. I wanted it too. I wanted to see what you were like if you let your alpha out.” 

Wendy frowns. “But we’re knotted. You’re not on birth control.” 

Irene knows that. She tries not to be bothered by it as she stares at Wendy. “It’s okay, we can figure it out.” 

“And I marked you.” Wendy adds sheepishly. 

“Do you regret this?” Irene asks, trying not to feel discouraged. “Did you not mean to do this?”

Wendy panics. “No! I don’t regret any of this. I enjoyed it. I loved every second of it; I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. Don’t think that unnie. I’m just–we aren’t even in a relationship and I–we are here now. I’ve marked you and you’re full of my cum; I just don’t want you to regret this.”

Irene chuckles as she listens to Wendy’s rambling. There’s a confused look on Wendy’s face as a result. “Wendy-ah, did you not hear me? I begged you to cum inside me and bite me.” Wendy visibly shivers at Irene’s words, only encouraging her. “Nothing’s changed about how I feel about you, I still trust you and I know we can figure this out together.” 

Wendy buries her face in Irene’s shoulder as she hugs her. “This is one of the reasons I think I fell in love with you, Irene unnie.” 

Irene hugs Wendy back tightly. “Really? Why don’t you tell me more then? We’ve got time.”