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Irene can feel the tension weighing down her neck and fanning across her shoulders as she gets to her apartment. She was supposed to get home at 11pm but now it is currently 1am. The nature of her job keeps her from home, but after a week of long surgeries and being on call, Irene wants nothing more than to be home.
She wants a long hot shower, maybe she can play a round of her mobile game, and then pass out before she has to be back at the hospital for an 8am surgery.
When she opens the door, Irene is struck with the dawning realization that she's not in the same living situation as she was six months ago. Because when she opens the door, she's met with the light on, apartment warmed, and the smell of kimchi jjigae and grilled pork in the air. It's not an unwelcomed environment, making her feel like she's in the comfort of her mother's restaurant, but on exhausting nights like this, Irene fully expects to be alone so she can get some rest.
"Joohyun?"
Irene jerks to the sound of her name being called in her apartment. It takes her a moment to recognize her mate's sweet, cheerful voice as she steps into the foyer.
"Seungwan." She greets, rather flatly. She wishes she could have the enthusiasm that Wendy seems to have for it being so late, but she doesn't. Expressing her enthusiasm or any range of emotions is a bit abnormal for her it seems and she's learned to just...embrace it over the years. But Wendy looks at her with big bright eyes that seem to shine in the natural light of her--their apartment that it reminds her that she isn't alone. "You're here."
Wendy rolls her eyes. "Of course I am," she banters as she makes her way over to Irene to relieve her of her backpack and lunch bag.
Irene is startled by Wendy's sense and protests being helped, being used to taking care of it herself. Irene is a perfectly capable adult woman, but Wendy is insistent as she grabs onto Irene's hand with a bright smile on her face.
"Wendy...it's been a long day," Irene reminds sternly as Wendy holds her hand firmly to them further into her--their apartment.
"Your mother stopped by earlier while we were at the hospital," Wendy informs without a care. In fact, she's happy enough for the both of them. She has a teasing smile on her face. "She called me because you were in surgery all day."
Irene shakes her head at her mother's growing nagging. "She shouldn't be bothering you at work. She should've just left me a message."
"She loves me and she knows I'll take care of you," Wendy reminds proudly. Irene scoffs because she doesn't need Wendy to take care of her. "She dropped off kimchi jjigae, side dishes, and meat. I'm heating it up now."
All of which sound entirely delicious to Irene but she's too exhausted. She tries to pry her hand from Wendy's warm grip. "I'm going to shower and get some sleep. I have to be back at the hospital at 8am."
"I know," Wendy says, unrelenting as she places her lunch bag on the counter. "But you need to eat now since I know you won't when you wake up. I'll give you 10 minutes to shower and come join me." She squeezes Irene's hand with both of hers.
It's an action that still makes Irene uncomfortable but not enough to pull away. She's gotten used to Wendy's physical affection since their mating bond.
"Seungwan, no." Irene grows annoyed at her persistence. On any other day, Irene is amused by her enthusiastically sweet mate, but tonight she's too tired. She reminisces of the days when she lives on her own and she could very well enjoy the silence of her apartment.
Those thoughts are suddenly dispelled when Wendy leans in and kisses Irene. Irene is startled by the sudden kiss but the feeling of Wendy's warm lips against hers makes her heart race. When Wendy kisses, it's sweet and gentle, just like she is. There's no one that's met Wendy and hasn't fallen for her charms. While it annoys Irene endlessly because of all her fans, Irene secretly likes it because Wendy is what Irene wishes she could be. Or at least strive to be.
Irene unconsciously squeezes Wendy's warm hand in hers and returns the welcoming kiss. Then she hears the satisfied hum from her mate. It's a tactic for Irene to follow her omega's whim and she doesn't appreciate it. She nips Wendy's bottom lip harshly.
Wendy yelps at the sudden bite, pulling back from Irene to cover her mouth. The look in her eyes is wrought with aghast. It takes a moment for the shock to wear off before Wendy drops her hand to reveal a small frown. "Unnie...you have to eat."
Wendy sucks at aegyo. She is undeniably the worst next to Irene. Irene is glad for that because they're adults now. What Wendy is good at is expressing her sincerity with her eyes. And she's an expert that makes even Irene acquiesce to her whim because she's not doing it for her benefit she's doing it for Irene's. Because Wendy is absolutely right about Irene not getting anything to eat so that she can go right to work since she wants to sleep as much as possible. Irene on her own is already surly, but Irene without food can be downright vicious.
"Please?" Is just icing on the cake.
Irene feels her heart warm at the soft plead of her omega. She cups Wendy's cheek with a small sigh. "I only have 7 minutes now."
Wendy stares at Irene brightly. "7 minutes," she firmly agrees.
Irene smirks and grazes her finger tips down her fluffy cheek.
Irene is still getting used to her apartment being so full of Wendy's stuff but as she stares at the half of the closet that belongs to her mate, she feels the warmth and comfort in her heart. The smell grows more prominent and secure as the days pass. It's a reminder that Wendy is there to stay and that she can keep her safe. Irene supposes that she can let Wendy taking up her space.
When she finishes her shower with two minutes to spare, she comes out to her--their living room to find Wendy placing the food on the coffee table. Irene hadn't thought much of her mate's appearance until she sees her bending over with her running shorts riding up to reveal the curve of her ass and the edges of her cotton panties. She feels the way her body reacts, the hunger twisting at the base of her stomach and stirring her cock. Irene can tell she's tired when she can't control her body; her mind has always been a fortress of focus and concentration. When it comes to Wendy though? There are parts of her that she can barely control.
Wendy stands up and turns to Irene with a happy smile on her face. "Come, come," she beckons with an outstretched hand as she sits back onto the couch.
Irene frowns because in general she's not keen on eating on the couch when they have a perfectly good dining table. It's wholly Wendy's friends fault whenever a mess occurs that makes Irene weary. Nevertheless, she takes the seat next to Wendy and redirects her hunger towards the delicious food put before them instead of her horny alpha instinct.
Irene hands Wendy a bowl of rice before picking up her own and listens as the younger woman enthusiastically reacts to eating a piece of meat. She looks absolutely delighted with her eyes shrinking into perfect crescents as she clutches her chopsticks.
"Your mom always perfectly marinates the meat," she happily says as she continues to eat.
Irene can't hold back an amused smile. Even after a long shift, Wendy still has enough energy and enthusiasm that's infectious to those around her. She doesn't say anything in response to Wendy and practically drinks her soup because of how good it is. Her mother has always been an excellent chef, what with her restaurant, and her heart swells knowing Wendy enjoys it as much as she does.
"Do you think she'd teach me how to cook the kimchi jjigae?" Wendy asks takes a sip. Her eyes continually wide with awe at the taste.
Irene raises an eyebrow at Wendy. "Why do you want to learn all of a sudden?"
Wendy blushes as she continues to eat. "Well, with how good it tastes, maybe I could make it for you regularly. To give you energy."
"You don't have to. It's hard enough trying to find days off to rest, you don't need to cook."
"But I want to." Wendy bumps her shoulder playfully. "We should stop ordering out so much. That way your mom doesn't feel the need to personally deliver food to us almost every week."
Irene chuckles. "When you say it like that, mom will definitely not teach you how to cook. Her visits are probably the only times she would ever see us."
Wendy purses her lips. "That's fair. I don't want her to think we don't want to see her. It just saves her a trip from Daegu so often." She continues to eat with a contemplative look on her face.
In moments like this, Irene is relieved that Wendy is her mate. Her ever considerate, sweet, gentle mate. Irene feels a bit spoiled to have Wendy because as much as she envies Wendy's personality, she takes advantage of the fact that as her mate, Wendy is the much more understanding and approachable one. It spares Irene the agony of playing nice with people she doesn't really want to interact with. People can be and are extremely exhausting.
Irene flicks the knit eyebrows on Wendy's face startling her out of her thoughts.
"Joohyun!" Wendy scolds as she holds her forehead, looking offended at her. "What's that for?"
"Eat." Irene grabs a piece of meat to place on Wendy's plate. "You also need rest for your shift tomorrow."
Wendy suddenly looks gratefully at Irene, which makes the older a bit uncomfortable because all she did was place a small piece of meat in her bowl. It's nothing compared to how much better she feels with Wendy's presence and how much she's done in the few minutes she's been home. But there Wendy is, eating the meat enthusiastically and smiling at her with her fluffy cheeks just past 1am.
It doesn't take long for them to finish with Irene inhaling her food and Wendy eating a modest amount. Irene is satisfied as she sits back on the couch, stretching her arms with a loud groan. Wendy takes the opportunity to cuddle into Irene's side while her arms are in the air and relaxes against her even though Irene freezes midair. Irene sighs because Wendy isn't going to move from this position so she drops her arm around the younger woman's shoulder and listens as Wendy sighs pleasantly. It's not a bad sensation because of how warm Wendy is.
"Are you okay?" Irene asks at the sudden affection from Wendy. Wendy can be affectionate, but it's rare for her to seek it out so often because she knows how Irene can get. She rubs her shoulder carefully, tilting her head to see if she can get a better look at her mate.
Wendy breathes out against Irene. "Of course." She snuggles up even more with a content hum. "I didn't think I was going to see you until the day after tomorrow. So I'm happy right now."
"Yeah?" Irene asks, trying to ignore the gentle flutter in her chest.
Wendy nods before she nuzzles against Irene. “I just miss you.” She inhales deeply. “I smell your scent in the hospital from time to time but I don’t get to see you.” She presses her face into Irene’s shoulder. “I don’t mean to be needy; I just can’t help it when I’m stressed." She pauses, probably wanting to say more, but she doesn't as she clutches Irene harder. "I just want to be with you.”
Irene’s heart wrenches inside of her chest. She knows that Wendy tries not to complain to Irene because Irene doesn't have anything to say in return. She doesn't know what to say. At times times like this, she can only hope that Wendy understands that even if there's seems to be a disconnect between her emotions and her instinct, Irene will still take care of her. Irene cups Wendy’s cheek so she can draw her attention towards her. Wendy looks up at Irene with curious eyes. She wants to tell Wendy she misses her, that she wants to spend her free time with her, and that she lo--
“It’s okay,” Irene says when the feelings get overwhelming. She rubs her thumb along Wendy’s cheekbone affectionately. “I feel the same.” She whispers like it’s a secret between them, offering Wendy at least that.
Wendy looks at Irene with affectionate eyes, almost as if she could cry with joy at her words. She quickly leans in to kiss Irene firmly as if Irene would take those words back.
This time, under no pretense, Irene kisses her back firmly. Thanks to the brief moment of relaxation and filling her belly with food, Irene feels a little more alive. And she wants nothing more in that moment than to have Wendy as the omega kisses her fervently. Wendy moans against her lips, feeling the reciprocation of words left unspoken. Irene is thankful, happy, and at peace with Wendy even if she can’t say it.
Wendy doesn’t mind it. She kisses Irene at a tempo that isn’t rushed, isn’t desperate, isn’t disappointed. She takes her time, tasting every inch of Irene’s lips, dipping her tongue in with permission, and grabbing tightly for reassurance. Irene meets her, knows what she wants, as she pushes back against her to deepen the kiss. Wendy is pushed down onto the couch with Irene slowly running her hands along the outside of her thighs, sending shivers down her spine. She moans against Irene’s growing insistence as her scent fills the space between them. The smell of lavender and ink that she catches in passing are currently present and dominating. Wendy doesn’t mind surrendering to her alpha.
The hunger Irene felt earlier seeing Wendy bending over comes back full force. Her omega is soft and warm. Her kisses are welcoming as she opens her mouth in breathless gasps for Irene to slip her tongue inside. Irene growls at the submission because there's nothing more that Irene enjoys than when Wendy gives in to her. It lets her know that Wendy wants this just as much as her body does.
Irene reaches for the back of Wendy's knees to pry her legs open for her to fill the space. Wendy lets out a surprised squeak when her back sinks further into the couch; her big brown eyes sends the blood rushing between her legs. After all these years, it's still easy for Wendy to turn Irene on. Especially with her puffy lips and pink cheeks, Wendy looks more than ready for Irene to take her.
Irene growls quietly as she dips back down to kiss Wendy. Her cock twitches in her shorts as soon as their hips meet, growing harder and demanding friction.
Wendy gasps, breaking their kiss.
“Hyun--”
She lifts her hips against Irene and hears the quiet hiss as her clothed core meets the alpha’s. Irene grabs her hips and forces her back down on the couch. The action incites a whine from Wendy that melts into a moan as Irene continues to grind against her. Her fingers card through the damp raven locks and she pulls Irene in for a kiss. She moans as Irene grinds into her, feeling hotter and wetter with anticipation.
Irene tries not to rush because she knows Wendy likes the long drawn out foreplay to get her soaked until she's so slick that Irene slips in and out of her easily. But tonight, she wants Wendy. She wants to let her know that she's her alpha, that she's there and she's thankful for her and she cares about her. She'll take care of her omega. She tugs the edges of Wendy's shorts, pushing aside her damp panties, to feel exactly how wet she is.
Wendy whimpers against Irene's mouth before throwing her arms over her shoulders to bring them closer. Her body shivers with two fingers gliding up and down her slick folds. Irene hums, her heart full, because Wendy is already so so wet.
"Joohyun," Wendy gasps out, her chest now heaving. Her eyes are dark with arousal. "You don't have to. Not tonight." She shivers against Irene's mindless teasing fingers dipping in and out of her hole. "I'm yours to take. However you want." She strokes Irene's hair lovingly and kisses her softly.
Irene feels her cheeks completely blush. Wendy is the only one that has that effect on her, the only one that can ever make her entire heart balloon in her chest. She shakes her head of Wendy's tender strokes to bury her face in her omega's neck. Even though she knows it's late that she should already be asleep and well rested, her body wants this so badly--her body needs a release. She drops her weight fully on the smaller woman and breathes her in deeply. The maple wood and citrus scent fills her senses to define how present and real her mate is to her. Irene can't stand how amazing Wendy is at times. She's enough and more. It makes Irene wonder how anything she gives her compares.
Irene fumbles with her shorts because their bodies are flush against each other. Wendy shifts carefully around Irene's movement so that she can push her shorts down just enough for her hard cock to spring out. She kisses Wendy deeply before using a hand (the same hand wet with Wendy's slick) to push in.
Wendy tears her lips from Irene as a pleasured cry escapes from the back of her throat. Irene is just over six inches but she's thick and when she fills Wendy, she stretches her lips and hits everything inside of her. And when she thrusts--"Fuck!" She yelps as Irene drives her hips forward.
Irene moans as how Wendy's walls wrap around her member. She feels snug, almost too tight, because Wendy isn't as prepared to take her like she usually is after a few orgasms. But the tightness is everything to Irene, she feels intensely intimate with Wendy in this way. No one can fill her omega like she can or fuck her the way she can.
Wendy is hers no matter what.
Irene pulls out slowly, relishing in the way Wendy tightens her walls, unable to tell if she's pushing Irene out or sucking her in. There's a small whimper the omega lets out as Irene gets to the tip. The arms around Irene's shoulder pull her forward forcing Irene to thrust into her. Irene smiles as Wendy cries out again, spreading her legs ever so slightly for more. Wendy's cries are such a satisfying sound in her ears.
Irene gives it to her. She pounds into the younger woman with abandon, trying to draw out the stream of cries and moans. Irene carefully cradles Wendy with one arm even though she holds her hip with the other hand to drill her into the couch. She lets Wendy claw at her t-shirt and bury her face in her neck to sloppily kiss and lick the mating mark at her hairline behind her ear.
There's a shiver down Irene's spine when Wendy gently nips the mark. Irene jerks against Wendy because the nip feels electrifying like a flip has been switched in her.
"Joohyun--" she whines breathlessly as Irene pounds her wet pussy. "You feel so good." She moans loudly in her ears.
It practically rings an echo. The sound makes Irene bite her lip and slow her thrusts so she can force her cock harder into Wendy.
There's an elongated moan that's dripping with eroticism. If Irene could get harder, she would because the sound Wendy makes is so obscene and she doesn't want it to stop.
"You're--ngg--fu--it feels so good," Wendy writhes underneath Irene, back arching towards her. "I'm so full. Don't stop. Hyunnie you do it so good to me--ah! Don't stop!"
Irene hadn't intended to. In fact because of Wendy's encouragement, Irene feels incensed. There her omega goes again. Wendy is telling her things to swell her pride, to make her feel good, to show how much she likes her. It feels so good, Irene is angered by how much she likes what Wendy says.
She slams her hips into Wendy's until their pubic bones meet. Her determination is to make Wendy feel her all day tomorrow. As a punishment. Her hand cradling Wendy's back slowly slides up to the back of her neck before she curls her fingers.
Wendy hisses when Irene's blunt nails dig into her skin. Her hand releases the fabric of the t-shirt and clutches Irene's shoulder. "Alpha," she whimpers, slamming her eyes shut.
Irene pounds her even harder. The sound of her omega calling her makes her bristle with desire. She kisses Wendy's sweaty temple. "You're gonna feel me all day tomorrow," she promises. "Remember how good I make you feel."
Wendy curls into Irene with a loud moan as their hips meet for the umpteenth time. Her walls are rippling around Irene, the tell tale sign of oncoming orgasm. "Joohyun--alpha--" Wendy shudders out her name.
Irene feels just as close as Wendy is as Wendy's walls massage her cock's full length. She moans right into Wendy's ear as she grips her neck in place. "Ahhh--Seungwan, you feel so good," she huskily says, losing her sense for a brief moment in the sensation. She moans loudly as Wendy clenches her walls to pull her in. She is about to lose it but she refuses to.
She wants Wendy to come first. The hand she has holding Wendy's hip finally releases the firm grip to bring her fingers between their hot bodies. Irene shifts more fully on top of Wendy so she can find Wendy's engorged clit.
Wendy bucks her hips instantly as Irene presses her button. A loud surprised gasp escapes her lips and a moan tumbles out after. She thrashes when Irene rubs her back and forth.
Irene smiles into Wendy's neck at the reaction. She loves how she can manipulate Wendy's body. The omega is truly hers. "Go ahead, my omega, come for me." She kisses Wendy's neck softly as her hips ground into Wendy's, pushing her cock as deeply as she can.
Wendy shivers and cries out at Irene's words. As much as she wanted to do this for the older woman, she's weak to her words. My omega. She loves it so much. She belongs to Irene and only Irene. Irene recognizes that Wendy is hers and only hers. The orgasm washes over her body and she draws her knees together around Irene's waist to keep her close.
Irene feels Wendy orgasm, the walls clutching Irene tightly and the slickness flooding between their bodies. She smells the powerful pheromones from her mate beckoning her and she falls over the edge with a visceral groan. Her cock spurts out hot cum to paint the walls of Wendy's pussy. Irene shudders at the sensation of cumming inside of her mate; the warmth of their bodies simmer deep below the surface of their bodies.
Wendy whimpers at the sensation of Irene's cum filling her. She feels content and safe in Irene's arms as she buries her face in the alpha's neck. She tries to catch her breath with Irene as they both come down from their orgasm. "Please don't move yet." She bites her lip, wanting to leave it at that, but she can't help herself. "Be inside me just a little bit longer." Because she wants to revel in Irene's presence and protection.
Irene hears the gentle plea from Wendy. Her throat is dry from all the moaning and crying. She almost feels bad for being so hard on Wendy but as she sees the satisfied look in her face, she feels the same way. She releases Wendy's neck, pushing away her bangs from her sweaty forehead to place a small kiss. Wendy hums at the tender action and pulls her into a tight hug.
Irene is enveloped in warmth as her omega holds her. It surprises her, but as the heat radiates from Wendy, Irene finds that she rather likes it and holds Wendy in return, letting her catch her breath before carrying her to their bedroom to sleep.
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Wendy wakes up to the sound of Irene's alarm and when she turns over in bed to check on her mate, she realizes she can't move over. Irene is curled against her back, arms hugging her waist. Her alpha is cuddling her.
Wendy smiles to herself, curling against the older woman just a little bit to revel in a rare opportunity.
It lasts about five more seconds when Irene registers her alarm and wakes up. One arm releases Wendy and she looks over her shoulder as the sound stops. Irene comes back into view, slipping her arm back around Wendy's waist.
Irene presses her face against her cheek, nuzzling before kissing her. "10 minutes," she murmurs.
Wendy smiles. She rubs her mate's forearm around her waist and falls back asleep.
The next time Wendy wakes up, Irene is already gone. It's expected, Irene isn't the type that does goodbyes well. She rolls onto her side of the bed to grab her phone when she feels the soreness between her legs. Irene always makes good on her promises.
Wendy reaches for her phone to check her messages. Joy asks her what coffee she wants. Seulgi whines about her surgery with Irene. And Irene sends her an invitation.
Oh?
Lunch 4pm-430pm.
Wendy chuckles. Her weird alpha. Just to be cheeky, Wendy clicks 'maybe' before getting ready for work.