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Everyone tells her from the start that it's a bad idea.
Alphas are notoriously territorial, they all say, and are known to get extremely aggressive when anyone who isn't family or mate is in their space. They're domineering and controlling and moody. They've got a temper on a hair-trigger, ready to ignite at any moment. Nothing good, they say, can come out of living with an unmated alpha.
Wei Ying laughs them all off, when she's not getting offended on Lan Zhan's behalf. Because what do they all know? Lan Zhan isn't like that! Not everyone is a stereotype of their second gender! They've known each other for nearly a decade at this point and, excepting her older brother, nobody knows Lan Zhan better than Wei Ying at this point. Everything is going to be absolutely fine, she's sure of it!
Lan Zhan, standing in the background for most of these discussions, says nothing.
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And it is fine! It's extremely fine! At first.
The first few weeks are hectic. There's packing and then moving and then unpacking. There's getting used to a whole new billing schedule for rent and utilities. Wei Ying loses herself in a spiral of buying cute furniture and decorations which they don't technically need but which would "look so cute in the entry hall, right, jiejie?"
Lan Zhan agrees every time, seemingly passive to every decision made until it's time to purchase anything, at which point her alpha-stubbornness rears it's head. Wei Ying tries to protest the first few times. Yeah, she's chronically broke and, yeah, Lan Zhan is so loaded it actually makes Wei Ying feel a bit ill when she thinks about it, but Wei Ying isn't a free loader! She can pay her share of everything! And she's the one picking all this stuff out, after all. Lan Zhan listens to all of her arguments and then ignores them completely, as is typical.
So, really, everything is amazing at first! She gets to hang out with her best friend whenever she wants, now! All she has to do is sit on the couch or knock on a bedroom door and boom! Instant best friend access! She's living the dream, absolutely thriving!
With everything new going on, she feels like she should be cut some slack for not really... catching on, at first. And it starts so small, too! Barely noticeable!
It's just, the apartment starts to smell.
Not badly! If anything, it's the complete opposite of bad, if she's being honest with herself. Warm and musky and inviting. No matter how her day has gone, she's putty as soon as she walks through the door, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine and vanilla hitting her like a wall. It's so strong, it saturates everything. And it blends so nicely with her own scent, a very faint, barely there hint of citrus.
And Wei Ying's not stupid, no matter what anyone says. She knows whose scent this is. Of course she knows! She's been hanging off her friend like a limpet since high school, there's no way she wouldn't recognize Lan Zhan's scent! It's just... a lot stronger than she's ever smelled it before. It's so much deeper than the usual quick whiffs she guiltily steals every time they hug.
It's just so much, and she doesn't really know what to do. She's never really had experience with living near an alpha besides Madame Yu, and she doesn't think that same dynamic applies here at all. All the internet has to offer are the same ridiculous warnings her friends had been spouting out for months now, which was unhelpful.
But it's okay, she decides after a few days of walking around in a daze. It's nice, even! It makes her feel relaxed and calm and safe. And just because Lan Zhan isn't a stereotypical alpha doesn't mean she doesn't still have instincts. Of course she'd want to scent mark the apartment. It is, technically, her territory, and well within her rights to do so. It's not aggressive and Wei Ying doesn't feel threatened or put off by it one bit.
It's harmless, really, so in the end she decides not to mention it.
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It really is strong, though, and seems to get stronger with each passing day. She feels like she's in a constant fugue state when she's at home now. Her mind has never been this consistently empty before and she's getting more sleep than she ever has in her life. She's had more than one old lady ask if she's pregnant, because apparently she's glowing. It seems all she needed to stop looking like a trashy gremlin was regular rest. Who knew?
So, even as the scent gets stronger, Wei Ying continues to say nothing. It's still harmless, she tells herself. In fact, if anything, it's actively helping! She doesn't even need to feel guilty for basking in it, since there's really no way for her not to. And if she starts to leave her bedroom door open during the day, well, she just doesn't want it to get stuffy in there!
Three months into their new living arrangement, and it's completely normal. She barely even thinks about it as she closes the door behind her and takes a great big whiff, letting the smell of her best friend unwind the tension in her like it's magic.
She stands there for a few moments, just enjoying it after a day full of dealing with nasty customers. She's home a way earlier than usual, having caught a ride with one of her coworkers instead of taking the bus, so she's not surprised that Lan Zhan hasn't seemed to have started dinner yet.
She is surprised to walk into the living room to find Lan Zhan sprawled out, legs spread wide, and what looks to be a very big, very hard, very monstrous cock in the other girl's hand.
Alphas have cocks. Everyone knows that. Even female alphas have cocks. It's just the biology of second genders, just like all omegas have a vagina, whether their first gender is male or female or anywhere in-between. But Wei Ying has never seen a female alpha's cock - has never seen any cock outside of porn, to be fair - and so she's really not expecting it. Especially since, for all that she's tall and built very solidly, Lan Zhan has always had extremely delicate features. Wei Ying would've never guessed that she'd be so... so... so big.
And yet there's the evidence right in front of her. Even from across the room she can see just how absolutely massive it is, tip a dark red, veins bulging along the underside. So thick even Lan Zhan can barely wrap her long fingers around it. So long that she needs both hands to hold it and the head is still visible. And at the very bottom, something vaguely bulbous that is rapidly growing bigger. Her knot.
There's a very long moment of still silence as Wei Ying stares, stomach clenching. It isn't until she hears the sharp intake of breath that she manages to tear her gaze away, meeting Lan Zhan's wide eyes, and then reality abruptly reasserts itself.
"I'm sorry!" She yelps, slapping a hand over her eyes. "I didn't mean to look! Sorry, I got home early, I should've text you, given you some warning, I'm just gonna - you can just - I'll be in my room!"
And then she's turning tail and speeding down the hall, bumping into every conceivable wall and table as she goes because she doesn't want to take her hand away from her face even now that he back in towards the couch. Her face feels like it's on fire.
"Wei Ying - "
"Sorry!" She shouts once more, for good measure, and slams her door shut behind her before she can hear whatever else Lan Zhan is going to say.
She leans against her door and the only thing that stops her from beating her head against it is the knowledge that Lan Zhan would for sure hear her. Lan Zhan, who she'd just caught masturbating in the living room, in a space they shared, like it was normal! Like it was okay!
Was it okay? Wei Ying didn't know. She'd never shared living space with anyone besides family before, and obviously that wasn't something you'd want a sibling to walk in on. Not that it should be something you should want a roommate to walk in on either! She thinks. But then again, she is home way earlier than she usually is, by at least 45 minutes. Lan Zhan probably figured she'd have plenty of time to... take care of herself before Wei Ying got home.
Okay. Okay. So, Lan Zhan, her roommate, her best friend, masturbates in the living room when she's home alone. That's not too weird! Wei Ying is probably overreacting. Most alphas tend to have a high sex-drive, and while Wei Ying usually ignores most facts about second genders, that doesn't mean that they're all wrong. Maybe this one is correct! And after all, this is Lan Zhan's home, right? Her scent-marked territory. She's so in control of herself everywhere else, of course it's normal that she'd want to unwind at home!
Wei Ying can 100% be normal about this. It's fine! It's absolutely fine! She's never noticed a mess before, so obviously Lan Zhan is still being considerate about it even if she's doing it in a shared space. It's just... a normal bodily function. A normal and healthy form of stress relief. There's is nothing wrong with Lan Zhan masturbating in the living room with her truly quite enormous alpha cock.
And if she's feeling jittery and warm and... and wet at the memory of that cock then, well, that's normal, too, she's sure.
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Lan Zhan apologizes immediately the moment Wei Ying steps back out of her room and Wei Ying waves her off, "It's fine, it's fine, really! Everyone does it, it's normal! I'm sorry for interrupting! I really should have warned you that I was on my way home."
Lan Zhan shakes her head, her face stubbornly set. "No apologies for that. You should feel comfortable walking into your home whenever, whether you are early or late."
"And you should feel comfortable enough in your home to unwind whenever you want," Wei Ying shoots back. Arguing like this, at least, is normal, even if the conversation topic is anything but. "I know you're not like people say alphas should be. You're not a mindless mass of muscle who only listens to base instinct. But that doesn't mean you don't have instincts. And I get that, I do. So, if you need to... destress, I'm not going to judge you for it."
Lan Zhan blinks back at her, slow like a cat. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Wei Ying. It can be... a lot."
The tingles in Wei Ying's lower belly say that she's not sure at all, actually. But the uncertainty in Lan Zhan's voice is absolutely not allowed so Wei Ying decides it's time to step up and handle this like the mature adult she's supposed to be. Lan Zhan deserves to be able to fully relax in their home. Wei Ying will accept nothing less.
"Of course I'm sure! And I promise I'll let you know if it ever gets to be too much!"
Lan Zhan seems relieved at her freely given assurance, and Wei Ying is glad. They're best friends! They've been best friends for years!
Surely this is no big deal?
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It's a big deal. It's such a big deal.
If Wei Ying thought the scent of Lan Zhan in the apartment was strong before, it's nothing compared to now. It's so thick she feels like she can taste it. It's clear to her that Lan Zhan had obviously been doing her best to hold back and now, with Wei Ying's blessing, she seems to have fallen into a haze of her own. Wei Ying would worry that it was a rut, but the calendar on the fridge tells her otherwise. Lan Zhan is extremely meticulous about things like that, no way would she have forgotten to mark it down in advance.
Still, the other woman seems to be touching herself constantly now that she's been seemingly given permission. Has she always been this horny? Is this just how she is all the time? How had Wei Ying never noticed before? Because she's definitely noticing now.
Lan Zhan had been hesitant at first, like she was testing the waters. She stayed in the living room more often, no longer shutting herself away. Wei Ying had figured she'd just wanted space, before, wanted peace and quiet, two things that just simply can't happen while Wei Ying is around. Now she knows it was because Lan Zhan seems to be sporting a boner at all hours of the day when she's home.
That first day, she'd only rubbed at herself through her pajama pants while they'd sat watching TV together, glancing at Wei Ying out of the corner of her eye every few minutes. Wei Ying, for her part, had done her best to act like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Like everything was completely normal!
Lan Zhan kept her noises contained, only letting out a slight grunt when she came, gripping the fabric around what was obviously her knot in a tight fist, hips hitching. Wei Ying almost groaned herself but knew that she couldn't. This was normal! This was fine! Her best friend was just relaxing, just destressing, there was no reason for Wei Ying to be so wet. It was fine!
She kept repeating that to herself, over and over, until Lan Zhan slumped into the sofa, tension drained out of her in a way Wei Ying had never witnessed before.
"Good?" Wei Ying couldn't help but ask and was gratified by the content hum she got in answer.
So, maybe it wasn't normal. Maybe it wasn't fine. But Lan Zhan seemed so much more happy now, so much more relaxed, and Wei Ying would literally set herself on fire before she'd ever do anything to ruin that.
It wasn't harming anything, Wei Ying insisted to herself. It really wasn't. All it was seeming to do was ramp up Wei Ying's own sex-drive, leaving her sopping wet at all times. Which was uncomfortable, especially since she'd never experienced anything like it before. She'd been a beta all her life, after all, and so didn't have the same instincts to breed or be bred. She got horny when she got horny, took care of it and then moved on.
Her lower stomach was a constant simmer now-a-days, though, always just a few steps away from igniting. It only got worse as Lan Zhan got more comfortable and became more bold. It took barely a week before Lan Zhan was whipping her dick out, right there at the dinner table, like it was nothing. She stroked herself off all the time, not even really seeming to care all that much about actually finding release most of the time. It was like the action itself was comfort enough.
And then there were the toys. Lan Zhan used them rarely, but they did get used. They'd had full conversations while Lan Zhan rutted away inside a pocket pussy, had watched entire movies while she held a bullet vibrator against the head of her cock.
She seemed to grow more and more bold with each passing day, no longer worrying over Wei Ying's reactions. She no longer seemed to be holding back at all.
And yet, for some reason, she seemed to only be getting more and more frustrated.
"You know, you can bring someone by if you want to," Wei Ying finally offered one night, when Lan Zhan had come on the couch three times and still seemed no more satisfied than she had at the start.
Lan Zhan grunted, a vague questioning sound, and continued stripping her red cock with harsh strokes that had to hurt.
"A booty call or something." The words tasted like ash in her mouth, something visceral inside of her rebelling at the very notion, but she had to offer anyway. "I can leave for a few hours. Spend the night at Yanli-jie's if you need me to."
Wei Ying was expecting a lot of different responses to her suggestion. She was expecting Lan Zhan to be relieved at gaining permission, the way she'd been before. She was hoping for Lan Zhan to brush her off.
She was not expecting the growl that ripped through the room, nor the way Lan Zhan lunged at her, tackling her off the couch and pinning her to the floor before she could even realize what was happening.
"Ow! Lan Zhan, what - "
"No," Lan Zhan snarled down at her. "No strangers. Not allowed here. It's mine."
"Okay, okay!" Wei Ying hurried to agree, anything to calm the other girl back down. She'd never seen Lan Zhan like this, not even that time she'd snuck porn into her stuff during detention in high school. She'd been angry then, enraged, had almost thrown a punch, but she'd still been very much in control of herself.
This Lan Zhan was very much not.
"No strangers, I got it! I'm sorry!"
Lan Zhan growled again, a low warning, and tightened the hold she had on Wei Ying's wrists. There'd be bruises there by morning, there was no doubt. Wei Ying whined at the sharp pain of it, wriggling to try and get free, and didn't stop until Lan Zhan groaned at the movement.
It was then that she realized that Lan Zhan was straddling her and that, regardless of her anger or maybe even because of it, her erection hadn't flagged a bit. It bobbed there, the girth of it weighing it down so that the wet tip was smearing onto Wei Ying's shirt. Wei Ying couldn't even help but watch, entranced, as Lan Zhan's hips seemed to buck on their own, searching desperately for friction and relief.
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan panted, some bit of awareness finally coming back into her eyes. "Wei Ying, I need - can I - "
She'd never been at such a loss for words before, had never seemed so out of control. Wei Ying could do nothing but nod, anything, anything -
Lan Zhan didn't waste a moment, releasing Wei Ying's wrists in order to grab hold of her shirt and rip, ignoring Wei Ying's cry of dismay to instead grind down onto her newly-bared stomach. And then, like a dog in heat, she was off, rutting away mindlessly.
Wei Ying stayed as still as she could, letting her body be used for her best friend's pleasure. This was fine. This was okay. She was pretty sure it definitely wasn't normal, but Lan Zhan was slurring praises to her, telling her how good she felt, how soft and how warm, and so it was okay. Wei Ying could handle this, could help Lan Zhan to feel better. She could totally do this!
Lan Zhan moaned, the loudest noise Wei Ying had ever heard her make, and then she was clamping down on her inflating knot and spilling all across Wei Ying's already spoiled stomach. And then she just kept going, seeming determined to cover as much of Wei Ying as she could, until she thought she'd never get the smell of spunk off of her.
She very determinably ignored the voice in her head that said she wouldn't mind that.
It took what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes until Lan Zhan finally slumped forward, blanketing Wei Ying's naked torso with her own, not seeming to care that she was ruining her own clothes, and then they laid like that and panted together into the silence.
Wei Ying knew the very moment Lan Zhan's brain came back online by the way the other girl tensed, and then she was rolling off and backing away quickly.
"Wei Ying!" Her eyes was frantic as they darted around the evidence of what she'd just done. "I'm - "
"Don't say sorry, jiejie!" Wei Ying cut in before she could get started, making her voice as cheerful as she could get it. "It's fine! It... It seemed more instinct then anything. So I don't mind! Clearly, you needed it!"
"That's no excuse," Lan Zhan argued, shame-faced. "I forced myself on you, I held you down and - "
"I agreed, there was no forcing at all! You asked first, don't you remember? And I agreed. So, it's okay!"
Lan Zhan frowned, looking skeptical and obstinate and guilty and, well, that just wouldn't do at all!
"Really, it is! And like I said, you seemed to really need it! So, if you don't want strangers in the house, then you'll just have to settle for me! I'm at your disposal!"
Lan Zhan's eyes widened, disbelieving, and Wei Ying wanted to smack herself. What the fuck? That was no where near what she'd planned to say! That went way beyond comforting and reassuring her friend! No way that was fine! No way that was okay!
But there was a hopeful light in her best friend's eyes and so Wei Ying didn't take the offer back.
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Wei Ying's life became hell after that.
Not a bad hell. Not a painful hell. But definitely a torturous one.
Because Lan Zhan took her up on her offer. It took a few days, days in which they went about their new normal where Lan Zhan was touching herself at seemingly all hours of the day, and it was fine. And then Lan Zhan started getting tense again, started getting short tempered, started actively masturbating more and more often.
And then, one night while Wei Ying was taking her turn at doing the dished, Lan Zhan crowded her up against the counter and rucked her shirt up, grinding her cock into the small of her back until she came with a strangled cry. Wei Ying for her part just stood there and took it, bracing against the counter and letting the dishes sit abandoned in the sink, biting her lip against the way her pussy throbbed with want.
Lan Zhan leaned against her afterwards, panting heavily into her ear, and then she stepped away, lowered Wei Ying's shirt without bothering to clean up her own release first, and then left the room. Like it was nothing, just a normal interaction between friends.
Something about the nonchalance of it had Wei Ying soaking, and it really wasn't a surprise when she came on her fingers within minutes after rushing back to her own room.
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It became the new routine, after that. Lan Zhan would go a few days taking care of herself on her own, though always out in the open where Wei Ying could see her, and then her control would snap and she'd corner her against the nearest surface and rub off onto her bare skin. It never really seemed to matter where, sometimes on her back, sometimes on her belly. On her chest, on her neck, on her arms. One time on her feet. Never her face and never her pussy, which seemed to be the only boundaries not yet crossed.
Wei Ying for her part was also masturbating more than she ever had before in her entire life. She was constantly changing her panties, seeming to soak through them within hours, and she was just grateful Lan Zhan had made no comment on the increase in her laundry. Probably chalking it up to the amount of spunk she kept leaving all over Wei Ying when she was done, not caring how much got on her clothes.
It wasn't just in the apartment anymore, though. It was like some kind of switch had been flipped in Lan Zhan's mind, and suddenly she was touching Wei Ying all the time, even in public. Nothing scandalous, of course! Just a hand on her arm here, an arm around her shoulder there, but it was notable if the pointed looks her friends began sending her meant anything. And heaven forbid if anyone tried to approach Wei Ying to flirt! Lan Zhan was there immediately, scowling and sending out clear vibes that said 'Do Not'.
Was this what everyone had meant, all those months ago? Was this the aggressive territorialism of an unmated alpha? She'd thought it meant that they'd fight, that Lan Zhan would get mad at her being in her space, that they'd have disagreements all the time and that Lan Zhan would sooner rather than later want her to leave. This seemed to be the very opposite of that. This was Lan Zhan holding her closer, tighter, seeming to never want her to go. This was Lan Zhan agreeing to whatever Wei Ying decided, from day one, and seeming content to hand Wei Ying the control.
It set her friends off again, regardless. Suddenly it was nothing but lectures once more about how bad of an idea it was to live with an unmated alpha. Lan Zhan was being so controlling, never letting Wei Ying out of her sight, they kept saying, clearly something wasn't right! She even seemed to be scent marking her!
Wei Ying sighed and continued to tell them to leave it alone, to mind their own business, that everything was perfectly fine, thanks very much! Knowing her the way they did, none of them listened and continued to hark on and on about it.
The last straw came when she finally agreed to join Nie Huaisang for a night out, if only to shut them up for a few days, though she doubted their strangely knowing looks would be stopping any time soon no matter what she said or did. It was a typical night out, too, all things considered. They went to the club, they did some shots, they danced the hours away until they were silly and stupid and laughing. A few people got a bit too handsy for Wei Ying's liking, but that was normal for a place like this, and so she thought nothing of it, simply moved out of their range or left to get a drink. It was a fun night out with her friend, and she was feeling pleasantly buzzed when she stumbled home at nearly one in the morning, trying to be quiet and somehow being much louder instead.
She expected Lan Zhan to be asleep, and so couldn't help but shriek when she turned to find her standing in the hallway. "Lan Zhan! You scared me! I almost peed myself, what the hell!"
Lan Zhan said nothing, simply stood there ramrod straight, eyes wide and edging on frantic, chest heaving with sharp, deep breaths.
"Uh, Lan Zhan...?" She asked after a few moments of silence, finally clocking on to the fact that something was clearly wrong. "Are you okay?"
"You - " Lan Zhan stopped, swallowed, tried again. "You let - someone touched you."
"What?" Wei Ying blinked, thrown, before she laughed. "Ah, yeah, I went dancing with Nie Huaisang, remember? There were a lot of people there! It was really crowded but we had a lot of fun!"
Later on, she'd blame the buzz for why she didn't see it coming. She wasn't drunk, not even close, but she was well passed tipsy and her thoughts were slow. So, she didn't see the way her words brought no comfort at all, in fact only seemed to make things worse. She didn't see the way her friends eyes narrowed or her pupils darkened. Didn't see the way she marched forward with purpose until it was much too late.
One moment she was wobbling to take off her heels, flexing her toes in their newfound freedom, and the next she was pinned to her stomach against the front door, the air knocked out of her.
"Lan Zhan!" She gasped, caught off guard. "What - "
The sound of ripping fabric interrupted her, the swishy skirt she'd worn being torn from her like it was nothing but wet paper. The back of her halter top followed soon after, leaving her back completely uncovered save for the thin strip of her thong and the knot where the tatters of her shirt still hung around her neck.
"What the fuck!" She yelled, trying to turn, and grunting when a strong hand slammed her back against the door. The wood of it was freezing through the thin material of what was left of her shirt and her nipples pebbled in record time. "Lan Zhan!"
"They touched you." Lan Zhan was growling deep in her chest, a constant noise of anger, and Wei Ying was beginning to realize that she was no longer dealing with Lan-Zhan-My-Best-Friend and was instead being held down by Lan-Zhan-The-Alpha. Worse, the alpha who'd been using her to get off, had been practically drowning her in her scent.
The alpha who'd apparently staked a claim and was now very upset that that claim had been brought into question by the scent of others.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
"Lan Zhan, I didn't - it wasn't - " Wei Ying's breathing hitched as her thong was yanked up, the fabric of it riding up between the lips of her dripping pussy and catching against her clit, pain sparking into pleasure. "I didn't let them, I swear! I made them stop each time!"
"It happened more than once." It wasn't a question. Lan Zhan's voice had grown deeper, darker, and Wei Ying shivered. "Multiple people. Touching what is mine."
Wei Ying groaned. They'd never said it. Had very explicitly not said it. This whole time she'd just been thinking it was an instinct thing, just an alpha needing to relieve tension. But this, this was personal. This was Lan Zhan claiming Wei Ying as hers, full stop, not just as something to use to get off.
"You are, aren't you?" Lan Zhan asked, one of her hands roaming the bared skin of Wei Ying's back. "Always so considerate, letting me touch myself for you, letting me use your body like its nothing but a toy. Acting like I don't see how wet you get. Like I can't hear you getting off in your room afterwards. Like I can't smell it on you."
"Jiejie," she whined, panting.
"So good for me, always so ready to let me take whatever I want. I can, right?" Lan Zhan leaned forward, the weight of her breasts pressing into her back, nuzzling into the side of Wei Ying's neck and breathing her next words against the shell of her ear. "I can take what's mine, can't I?"
Wei Ying didn't even realize she was nodding until Lan Zhan was pulling her thong to the side and thrusting into her, all the way in, all at once.
Wei Ying wailed, scrabbling against the door for a purchase she couldn't find. It was good, so good, and she was so wet she barely even felt the sting of a cock entering her for the first time. It was so much, too much, and she wanted to run from it but she also wanted more.
"So tight," Lan Zhan hissed behind her, taking her hips into a bruising grip and giving her barely a moment before she was moving, thrusting harshly, her pelvis slapping loudly against the skin of Wei Ying's ass.
"Jiejie!" She shrieked, so good, so good, so good. "Please, more, more!"
"You were made for this. Made for me." She didn't even sound smug about it, just awed. "Made to take my cock. Weren't you?"
"Uh huh," Wei Ying panted, back arching as Lan Zhan hit something deep inside that had her toes curling. "So deep, Lan-er-jiejie."
Lan Zhan huffed a quiet laugh, sliding one of her hands down until it rested against Wei Ying's stomach. "Deep," she agreed, amused. "So deep I can feel myself."
Wei Ying's own hand shot up in disbelief, and then Lan Zhan thrust in, hard and harsh, and stayed there, grinding her hips in circles, and there was no denying it. There was a bump there, extremely subtle but very much there, and it was Lan Zhan's cock.
The knowledge of it, that the other woman was so far inside of her, had Wei Ying's brain whiting out, her body convulsing in the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced. She was fairly sure she blacked out for a few moments because when she came back to herself, Lan Zhan was the only thing holding her up, her body otherwise completely limp. The alpha hadn't paused at all while she'd been out of it either, merely hugging her body and using it like a fleshlight, chasing her own pleasure and spewing filthy praise the whole way.
" - good for me, Wei Ying, so good, mine, mine, you came so beautifully for me, look at the puddle you made, gonna smell like your come here for days, gonna smell like both of us, gonna smell like you're mine."
"L'n Z'n," she slurred, barely able to lift her head and yet still she could feel herself approaching that cliff again, could feel the fire burning in her belly, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't, she needed - she needed -
"Want my knot? Want me to knot you and come right into your womb? Stuff you full again and again until it takes?"
If Wei Ying had been in her right mind, she would've known that it was a bad idea, that they hadn't even talked about any of this yet, that it was a risk they should probably avoid until they'd actually had a conversation about their relationship.
But Wei Ying was not in her right mind right now. Wei Ying felt like she was being consumed, like she'd been set ablaze, and she'd had no idea what she needed to make that feeling stop until Lan Zhan had suggested it, and now it was all she could think about, the only thing that mattered.
"Yes!" She found herself screaming, barely coherent and yet still suddenly frantic, tears pricking at her eyes. "Please! Alpha, please, please, I need it!"
"Shhh, I've got you, baobei. I've got you," Lan Zhan soothed, nuzzling into her neck once more. "Gonna give you my knot. You've been so good for me, gonna give you what you need."
"Please, please, please," she chanted, feeling delirious, and then she felt the catch of it, the tug as Lan Zhan's knot began to inflate. "Alpha, alpha!"
"Mine." Lan Zhan snarled, fierce and possessive and perfect, and then she was slamming in and holding tight as her knot locked them together. Her hips hitched, grinding in circles and her cock twitched as it finally began to release. At the first flood of warmth, Wei Ying was gone, crying out as she came, squirting her own release onto the door and the floor in a large spray, her body convulsing like it had been electrified.
That seemed to finally be her limit and she soon passed out, whispered words of love and devotion following her into sleep.
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So, it turns out that betas are a bit of a gray area when it comes to second genders.
Wei Ying had known this, vaguely, from the sex ed classes they'd had in school. But those had always touched way more on alpha ruts and omega heats than anything else and had shied away from anything too explicit.
Because of this, Wei Ying had been unaware that a beta's second gender could change depending on certain circumstances. Like, say, if they were surrounded by an alpha's scent constantly, if they had that alpha's spend rubbed into their skin at a regular basis, if that alpha came inside of them, if they took that alpha's knot....
This, apparently, was more than enough to trigger Wei Ying's first heat. Neither of them really thought much of it, instead spending days just fucking over the entire apartment. The haze of lust that had consumed her mind meant that literally nothing else mattered until four days later when she woke to someone pounding on their door.
Lan Zhan, who'd been curled up tightly around her and taking her job as the big spoon extremely seriously, grumbled. Her knot had gone down a long time ago and the heat hadn't reignited yet, but she hadn't pulled out, both of them perfectly content to stay connected as they were. Still, whoever was outside wasn't going away, no matter how long they ignored it, and now that she was listening Wei Ying was pretty sure she recognized that yelling.
She sighed, "It's my brother."
"Mn," Lan Zhan agreed and then very pointedly did not move.
Wei Ying huffed, wanting to be offended but much too amused for it. The two of them had never gotten along and likely never would. "He won't go away. He will literally keep yelling for hours if he has to, until someone calls the cops for a noise disturbance. He's done it before."
Lan Zhan sighed, deeply aggrieved but resigned all the same, and Wei Ying patted the hand that had been absently groping her tits in consolation. Still, she couldn't help the mournful noise she let out when the alpha slipped free of her.
"Hurry back," she commanded, making no move to follow. Honestly, she doubted she could walk right now even if she wanted to. That plus the way every inch of her seemed to be either marked black and blue or covered in cum told her it would be an infinitely bad idea for her brother to see her like this. Neither one of them wanted to know that much about the other.
Lan Zhan made an agreeing noise, slipping into a pair of pajamas and a house coat, because she was the kind of person that wore house coats of all things, and then she was gone. A few moments later the door opened and the yelling got much louder, causing Wei Ying to wince. No doubt Lan Zhan looked fit to commit murder at this point.
"What the fuck!" She heard Jiang Cheng shriek and only then remembered the way she'd squirted all over the entry. Lan Zhan... probably hadn't cleaned that up. Oops. "What the fuck, what did you do!"
She could hear the sound of Lan Zhan's low voice answering but not what she said, and then more of Jiang Cheng's yelling. She stretched, wincing at the way her muscles all pulled in protest, not to mention the bruises, and then reached over for her phone. Lan Zhan must have plugged it in for her at some point, though she couldn't say when since she hadn't thought about the thing since she'd got home from her night out.
It lit up easily, fully charged, and showed her a veritable flood of missed messages and calls. Her brother was among them, obviously, but so was Nie Huaisang, Yanli-jie, Wen Qing, Wen Ning, even the peacock! She winced. Four days of dead silence from her was unheard of, no wonder they'd all freaked out. She glanced through them all, sending off quick "I'm fine! I'm alive! I'm sorry!" texts to everyone but her sister's husband, who could be told by someone else, and then went back and began actually reading them. They all seemed to follow the same vein of worry, asking her if she was okay, was she sick, why wasn't she answering? Up until this morning when Jiang Cheng declared he'd be coming over to make sure Lan Zhan hadn't finally snapped and mauled her, which given the state of her body, hadn't actually been too far off the mark.
Trying to contain her giggles at the thought, she switched over to Nie Huaisang, glancing quickly through their texts asking if she'd gotten home okay, did she pass out already, was she dead? Did she get sick? You better answer because your brother is about to lose it! Guess we're stopping by for a visit hope you're still alive!
As she read through them all, a new text arrived and she groaned as she read it.
'Told you alphas were possessive but nooooo obviously i have no idea what im talkng about 🙄🙄 neway welcome to the omega party!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🎉🥵💦'
If it meant avoiding every single 'I told you so' that was bound to come her way, Wei Ying was never leaving this apartment ever again.