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"Ugh, it's so hot," Iroha muttered under her breath, shifting uncomfortably around the bed. The air conditioning in the room seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the sweltering heat within Iroha, the thin sheets clinging to her skin like a second layer.
The first thing Iroha noticed when she woke up was that she was basically overheating.
This was bad.
They were at their most busiest time of the year, in the middle of preparing for a comeback, which meant that falling sick right now would be disastrous. It would setback the group and indefinitely delay the comeback. Her insides making her feel as if she was being burnt alive. Her chest rising faster and faster, she felt as though as she was suffocating.
Unbeknownst to her, she was unconsciously letting out her pheromones. Her room was slowly being filled with her soapy yet woody aromatic scent.
With the air around her gradually getting thicker, the heat was becoming more and more unbearable. As much as she wanted to continue her slumber, the blaze within her was keeping her up, making it impossible for her to drift off. Beads of perspiration dripped down her face as her half-lidded eyes slowly focused, the lingering haze of sleep melting away as she took in her surroundings.
There was an inexplicable aching throb in her lower body, a soft groan exiting her mouth. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat pooling at her groin. With the dim glow of sunlight peeking in between her curtains, she could faintly make out a tent forming beneath her pants under her blanket. Iroha physically jumped, scrambling to kick her blanket off, rubbing her eyes as she stared at her crotch in horror.
She has a dick..?
There was a storm brewing inside of her as her head swirled with questions.
Why do I have a dick. l'm not a guy I'm a girl. What the hell. This is not physically possible unless you're an al—
Oh.
Realisation creeped in as her breath became ragged.
Shit..
...
Wonhee walked towards Iroha's room, bringing her hand up to knock on the dancers door.
Iroha had uncharacteristically slept in all day instead of waking up early to practice dancing and going back to sleep. Even on days where they had time to rest in the morning, the younger girl had a habit of going to dance practice even before the other members rose for breakfast. It was one of the traits that Wonhee admired about Iroha.
Her hand froze right before knocking as she smelt an unfamiliar yet intoxicating scent. The scent—clean and fresh with undertones of a forest-like warmth—seeped through the cracks of Iroha's room.
Wonhee swallowed hard.
Iroha hasn't presented yet. She can't possibly be releasing pheromones.
However, the scent Wonhee was picking up screamed of Iroha. She could even sniff hints of a powerful smell undermining Iroha's scent—hinting that she was presenting.
Presenting as an Alpha.
Pressing her ear to the door, she heard Iroha let out a barely audible groan along with the soft rustling of her sheets.
She contemplated going in. Iroha probably needs someone with her right now. Knowing her, Iroha would probably panic if she were to present without anyone by her side. Presenting as an Alpha nonetheless.
Wonhee twisted the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open as she gently called out,
"Roha? Are you awake?"
"Mphm.. Just uh.. Give me a few minutes. I- uh. Need to do something first." Iroha croaked out.
The poor alpha looked like she was barely holding onto consciousness. The room spun faintly for the omega under the overwhelming presence of pheromones.
Wonhee could hear the strain in Iroha's voice. She could see the way she used her blanket in an attempt to cover the tent forming against her pants.
"Roha.. Your presenting." Wonhee stated, her eyes landing on Iroha's poor attempt at covering her boner.
Iroha followed her gaze and blushed, using her hands to physically cover her newfound dick from the omega's eyes.
Wonhee stared at Iroha, the two of them maintaining eye contact—Iroha waiting for the other to make a move.
Her own pheromones stirred uneasily beneath her skin.
Sweet and fruity tinged with a slight floral and musky scent that curled to lungs like smoke.
Wonhee stiffened immediately when she caught the first traces of it leaking into the air.
"Shit," She muttered under her breath.
She instinctively tried to suppress it back down, pulse quickening in alarm. If Iroha reacted badly now—if her rut instincts interpreted her scent as a potential mate—
But the reaction Wonhee feared never came. Instead, Iroha's scent eased slightly. Her breathing, which had been nearly frantic moments ago, steadied enough for her to inhale properly for the first time since Wonhee entered the room. Her glossy eyes fluttered shut briefly, shoulders loosening beneath the blankets with a small, shaky exhale.
And that terrified Wonhee more than aggression would have.
"...Roha?" She said carefully.
Iroha swallowed hard before opening her eyes again. They looked hazy. Unfocused.
"You smell so good," she whispered huskily. "It hurts so much..."
"Please..."
Wonhee's mind felt dangerously foggy at this point. The pheromones saturating the room were getting harder to think through by the second, instincts fighting against each other until her thoughts blurred beneath her skin. But underneath all of it, one feeling remained painfully clear.
She hated seeing Iroha like this.
Hated the trembling in her voice.
Hated the way she looked so in pain.
Wonhee swallowed hard before carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. She felt the heat radiating off her instantly even through the blankets.
Way too hot.
"You're burning up," she murmured.
Iroha laughed weakly, miserable. "No shit..."
Wonhee reached out, pressing a hand against Iroha's forehead. The reaction was immediate. Iroha practically melted beneath the touch with a soft, broken sound, eyes squeezing shut as her body relaxed for one brief moment against Wonhee's palm.
At that moment, Wonhee made up her mind.
"You're presenting. Let me help you, please." Wonhee pleaded.
"Really? B-but.. The other members—"
Wonhee placed a finger to Iroha's lips, cutting her off.
"They wont need to know. Just be quiet enough and let me take care of you. 'Kay?" Her hands sliding down to her chest as she spoke.
Iroha nodded slightly, Wonhee taking the chance to lean forward and kiss her.
"Mpfh—" Iroha muffled against Wonhee's lips in surprise before slowly melting into it.
Wonhee immediately took action, sliding her tongue across Iroha's lips, asking for permission.
Once granted, she touched Iroha's equally warm tongue and intertwined them together. Heat radiating off of her lips and tongue.
Iroha placed her hands on Wonhee waist, stabilizing her while Wonhee moved to hovered over her lap, grabbing her arm. Iroha kissed her more deeply, their tongues entwining more tightly, as if she wanted to devour Wonhee whole.
The sounds of their kissing filled the air, the atmosphere rising steadily with each breath they exchanged.
Iroha couldn't contain herself any longer and slipped her hand up Wonhee's shirt, her fingertips lightly touching the warm skin until they reached her waist.
Wonhee shivered—Iroha's warm hands contasting with the air conditioning blasting out cold air—but didn't move away, leaning into her touch ever so slightly.
Wonhee was a little flustered and subconsciously tightened her grip on Iroha's arm.
Iroha slowly pulled away, the strand of saliva trailed from the tip of her tongue, breaking in the air.
Iroha stared hungrily at Wonhee's lips, running her tongue over her lips—as if savouring the lingering taste of the omega. Wonhee smiled faintly at Iroha before she slowly backed up.
Iroha felt the rooms atmosphere get thicker, both scents mixing into one. Iroha could smell the want, the need, the desire in Wonhee's scent as she scanned the younger girl up and down.
Iroha gulped, the hunger in the older girl's eyes making her whole body tense and burn with desperation.
"Roha, let me make you feel good." Wonhee whispered sultrily, her voice dripping with lust.
Iroha choked on her saliva, unable to form words and nodded her head furiously. Wonhee giggled at her enthusiasm, reaching out a hand to lightly palm at her clothed dick.
The moment her hand touched Iroha's dick, Iroha jerked forward, electrical currents running through her body, a numb and tingling sensation.
Fuck. It felt so good.
Iroha let out soft whimpers and whines as she slowly grinded onto Wonhee's palm.
"Hah.. Wonhee, please.." she whined, letting out a breathy moan. Wonhee felt herself getting wetter just at the sounds Iroha was letting out.
She let Iroha grind into her hand and watched as Iroha threw her head back at the friction. Iroha placed her hands onto Wonhee's shoulders and started to rut into her hand faster.
"Hng.. Mmph.. P-please.. Ngh~ U-unnie..!" Iroha was already a whimpering mess. Her precum dripping out of the slit, forming a wet patch on her pants where it tented.
Wonhee's face burned, she didnt know how much longer she could take of Iroha's moans without feeling the need to absolutely ruin her.
Wonhee removed her hand from Iroha's crotch, elicting a low whine from Iroha.
Wonhee used her hands to pull down Iroha's pants in one smooth motion, freeing her dick from her pants.
Iroha let out a soft groan as her hard dick sprung free from her pants.
It was bigger than Wonhee had expected.
Her cockhead was an angry red colour, precum beading on its slit. It was quite long. Above average in length and thickness.
Wonhee threw Iroha's pants into the far corner of the room and decended from her bed and slowly got onto her knees at the edge of the bed. Iroha yanked her pilliow from her bed and tossed to the floor for Wonhee to kneel on.
Wonhee smiled faintly before grabbing her dick and giving it slow agonizing jerks
"Wow.. You're so hard.. Just for me?" Wonhee peers up at Iroha, cockhead just out of reach from her lips.
"Yes u-unnie, just for you," Iroha hips buck, trying to get closer to that tantalizing mouth, Wonhee squeezing her shaft in warning.
Wonhee bites her lip, a bare noticable grin plastered one her face, obviously pleased at her answer. She leans in to start giving the tip kitten licks. Iroha grits her teeth, gripping the edge of the bed tightly, keeping her hips pinned to the bed.
Iroha whimpers when Wonhee stroked the head, her thumb gently circling the slick tip. "Won—Wonhee, mmph.. pl-please I need it—"
"Need what?" Wonhee tightens her grip slightly.
"Your... mouth pl-please."
"You want it?"
Iroha nodded.
It's pathetic how the omega under her managed to reduce her to pleas and whines.
"Please, w-want your mouth," she sniffles, tears already beginning to well up in her eyes. She blinks them away, hands fisting by her side.
With Wonhee's thumb still circling the head, she doesn't have time to stop herself from letting out a moan slipping into another high-pitched whimper.
Wonhee was satisfied when it started twitching on her hold, wasting no time to suckle on the blunt head. She collected the salty droplets of precum dribbling from the slit with her tongue, pulling a drawn out moan from Iroha.
"U-unnie, hah.. Fuck, your mouth.." Iroha whimpered, having to squeeze her eyes shut when she feels the warmth of Wonhee's mouth finally surrounding a small fraction of her cock.
Wonhee hummed. The vibration doesn't help, though, and Iroha can already feel the pressure building up in her stomach despite Wonhee only just starting.
Iroha's hands cradled both sides of her head, her body slumping forward. She was trying not to push her mouth further; always so considerate. Her fingers quivering as she fought the urge to grab a fistful of her hair.
Wonhee wouldn't deny that she loved how her name would rally out of her mouth nonstop once pleasure started to course through her veins. It was wave after wave of Wonhee, Wonhee, Wonhee—slightly breathless and a pitch higher.
It was music to her ears and she thought it was most definitely cute.
And most of all, she absolutely loved that this was now exclusively hers to experience, as possessive as it might sound.
"Won—nnh, Wonhee, so fucking good, holy shit—" Iroha's head hung low, her hands sat on her shoulders before clasping it behind her neck. "More, please,"
Wonhee swallowed her all the way to the base in one go. She couldn't breathe properly, but the onslaught of whines and whimpers that echoed throughout the room made it seem worth it.
She started bobbing her head, her eyes fluttering close as she focused on breathing through her nose instead. She stuck out her tongue, caressing the underside of her length with each delve.
All she could hear was her name constantly slipping out of Iroha's lips and a barely coherent apology whenever she would accidentally buck her hips and made her take more than she could.
She only realized how much she was drooling all over her cock when she pulled away to finally catch her breath, strings of saliva and precum still connecting her mouth to it.
"So messy..." She mumbled hoarsely, leaving kisses all over her length. The spit that ran on it releasing a wet squelch when she gave it a jerk.
She looked up slowly, her lips still pressed on her cock while her tight fist worked up and down. Their eyes met like magnets, and suddenly, Iroha choked on a gasp, a hand grabbing her shoulder tightly.
"Gonna—gonna cum, mnnh, fu—"
It was a little too late. Her body already shaking before she could finish what she was going to say. Her cock had twitched twice before it shuttled her load everywhere, coating Wonhee's throat with her white sticky liquid, some of it dripping onto her pillow.
Iroha was still convulsing when she wiped the lone streak of cum on her cheek, an almost incomprehensible apology tumbling out of her mouth. She was panting heavily, and it almost seemed as if she would faint and fall off the bed.
"Warn me earlier, for fuck's sakes, Iroha." She clicked her tongue. Still, she gave the tip a quick kiss, a final spurt shooting on her lips.
Wonhee licked her lips, cleaning off the excess cum on it before grabbing Iroha's shaft once more, giving it slow jerks to ride off her high.
Iroha's knot slowly swelled while her brain started back up again, her body twitching slightly with every stroke from Wonhee's hand.
She makes sure to apply pressure on the downstroke, right where Irohas' knot formed under her hand.
Wonhee leans forward again, licking up the vein of Irohas' cock.
She presses a kiss to the pulsing knot, knowing that Irohas' body wouldn't be satisfied with just a blowjob.
She stops her stroking and applies a steady pressure to her knot, squeezing every so often just to see the alpha squirm and arch her back.
"Wonhee—Wonhee. It hurts. Please. Please. It hurts, I want you—Mmph."
Its amazing how the alpha above her has been nothing but submissive. Unlike an alpha's natural instict to dominate, Iroha let Wonhee take the lead, submitting herself entirely to the omega.
Wonhee rose from the floor, surging forward to bring Iroha into another kiss. Iroha whined against her lips, gripping Wonhee's waist tightly, almost as if it could calm her animalistic instict to knot the older girl infront of her.
Wonhee pulled away, her hands moving down to remove her own clothing. She peeled off her panties, throwing them to join Iroha's pants at the corner of the room.
Iroha let out a low whine at the sight.
Wonhee pushed Iroha further onto the bed, Iroha complying with her as she shifted back, making space for the omega.
Wonhee climbed onto the bed before bringing Iroha into another passionate kiss. Wonhee was waiting out for Iroha's knot to go down before she would allow Iroha to fuck her.
Iroha pulled away, her instincts taking over for a split second as she sank her teeth into the crook of Wonhee's neck. It was deep, brutal and claiming.
Wonhee cried out in surprise, back arching as Iroha scent flared, hot and overwhelming. The mark bloomed fast. Blood, heat and possession threading through the bond like wildfire.
Iroha had marked her.
Iroha's breath was ragged, her body straining with the need to be inside her.
Her knot was still swelling slightly and it seemed like it was never going down. The blaze inside her was starting to dampen the longer her knot lasted.
Her voice broke as she groaned, "Fuck—Wonhee, I can't—I need to-"
Wonhee looked up at her, dazed, lips kiss-bruised, eyes wide and blown. And she didn't say no. She didn't say stop.
Finally, Iroha's knot finally went down enough for Wonhee to allow Iroha to insert her length in without any complications.
"Roha, you can put it in now." Wonhee whispered. Iroha giggled and grabbed her waist, positioning her above her shaft.
"Unnie... Is this okay?" Iroha asked, her tip rubbing against the entrance of Wonhee's hole.
Wonhee nodded shyly, her eyes darting around the room before finally locking eyes with Iroha.
Iroha steadied her waist, sheathing in entirely, slow only for the first few inches, savoring the way Wonhee's body stretched around her, how tight and wet she was. She was huge. Maybe it was the rut making her even thicker than usual, but Wonhee couldn't care less, she felt every inch. A soft and breathless grunt leaving her lips once her walls engulfed her whole.
Iroha's jaw clenched. She gripped Wonhee's waist with both hands, eyes fluttering shut as she sank in the rest of the way, bottoming out with a broken sound that was somewhere between a groan and a sob.
Iroha whined, the feeling of Wonhee clenching around her sending her mind into overdrive. The way Wonhee's tight pussy was sucking her in—making Iroha let out a groan.
Wonhee choked on a sound once the blunt tip knocked on her cervix roughly, her toes curling amidst the mix of pain and pleasure. She wrapped her arms around her shoulder tightly, a wet sob leaving her lips when the sudden stretch pushed her into an unexpected climax.
There was a long and loud buzz next to her ears as she squirted all over her dick. Iroha started to thrust in and out of her, making her release splash everywhere.
Despite the alpha attempting to resist her instincts to mark and fill the omega up, she was slowly succumbing to them with each warm slide inside of Wonhee's throbbing pussy, eliciting a pathetic whine.
"A-ah, Roha.." Wonhee clawed against her back, her nails digging into her skin almost painfully. Every thrust only pushed her into oversensitivity, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. "Still cumming, sensitive—mnn, m'sensitive, gentle, please,"
Iroha was definitely tuning her out, continuing to make a mess out of her with a snap of her hips. All she could feel was the electrifying pleasure that ran throughout her body.
Iroha was starting to lose her mind the more she thrusted into her. Her instincts screaming at her to ruin the omega above her. With each moan and whimper she released, Wonhee could hear her voice dropping lower as she struggled to hold back.
"Roha.. F-fuck, you need this. I can take it.. Please.."
Iroha's body was on fire, rut boiling in her blood, but even now, with her mind fogged and instincts screaming, she paused.
Just for a second.
Like she needed to remember this.
"You want this..?" Iroha breathed, voice shaking in disbelief. "You want me to fuck you like you're mine."
Wonhee didn't hesitate.
She lifted her hips, grinding up against the head of Iroha's cock, her lips parting in a shaky moan as it slid just barely against her entrance. "I've always wanted it," she whispered. "Stop holding back."
That was it.
That was the spark.
"You take me so fucking well," Iroha rasped. "So fucking perfect."
Wonhee's back arched instantly, her hands scrambling for Iroha's shoulders as her walls clenched around her shaft.
"You're still not fucking me hard enough." Wonhee whimpered, voice high and needy. "I can take it."
Iroha's eyes rolled back. She grabbed Wonhee's hips hard enough to bruise and drove in deeper, inch by inch, her cock sliding into Wonhee's heat, thick and throbbing and impossibly hard. Every movement was met with a choked gasp, a clench, a pulse of wetness that made her lose her mind a little more.
"Oh god—Roha—"
Iroha growled, deep and low, burying her face in Wonhee's neck. "You're so tight," she grit out, forcing herself to slow down, even as her hips twitched with the need to slam into her. "So wet for me."
Wonhee moaned, nails raking down Iroha's back, her body arching up like she was chasing it, begging for more friction. "I feel you. I want—fuck—I need all of it."
"Yeah?" Iroha grinned now, feeling unhinged, feral, hips starting to roll. "You want my knot too?"
Wonhee could only whimper at the prospect, her words making her mind fog up as her train of thoughts tumbled out of her. It made her tighten around her dick, earning her a sharp groan and a death grip.
"Would you like that, Unnie? Be all mine? Hm?"
Wonhee nodded dumbly, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted. "I want you to breed me."
Iroha snapped.
Her rhythm shifted, fast, brutal, thrusting deep and sharp, dragging cries from Wonhee's throat as her cock hit all the right places over and over. Her rut had fully taken over her. But so had her need to worship the omega above her. Every part of her. Every sound, every clench, everything.
"Fuck, yes—Iroha—!"
Then she felt it.
The pressure building at the base of her cock, the swell. Wonhee gasped loudly when Iroha slammed her hips against her, her vision shaking and blurring from the force. It only took one more shallow thrust before Iroha buried herself in as deep as she could, her dick twitching twice.
Her knot, once again inflamed, pushed against Wonhee's entrance. Locking tight. Sealing them together just as her cock jerked, hard, throbbing as she finally came.
And Wonhee didn't back away.
She wrapped her legs tighter around Iroha's hips and pushed down, gasping at the stretch as the knot forced its way in.
Iroha's whole body shuddered as she finally locked in, buried to the hilt. The knot sealed them together with a tight, pulsing fullness that neither of them could escape from.
Wonhee choked on a sob, feeling Iroha's warm load finally painting her insides. She then chased her lips, her hands cupping her cheeks as they kissed, both their chests heaving as if it would cave in any moment.
It was short but sweet, Iroha's hand finding itself on the small of Wonhee's back.
"Mine," Iroha murmured, voice trembling.
Wonhee whispered it back, broken.
"I'm sorry, Unnie." Iroha mumbled.
"Don't worry. I liked it. I think it's pretty hot when you act mean."
"I'm not sorry for that. I knew you liked it. It was kinda obvious." She chuckled, a grin creeping on her lips. "m' sorry for marking you without asking first." She burried her head into Wonhee's neck.
Iroha's breath was hot against Wonhee's neck, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven waves. Her body trembled, overstimulated, spent, but she was still hard, still buried, still leaking inside the omega who'd just let her in deeper than anyone ever had.
But Wonhee wasn't done.
Not even close.
She shifted slightly under Iroha, hips rolling just enough to grind around the knot, her breath catching when she felt each tugged, the way it held her open and kept her filled.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and Iroha froze.
"U-unnie! What are you doing—?" She rasped out, whimpering each time Wonhee moved her hips.
She ran her fingers through Iroha's hair, cradling her head like she was about to kiss her.
Instead, she tilted Iroha's head to the side, exposing her throat.
"It's okay. I'm not gonna be the only one marked." Wonhee whispered. "You filled me up, knotted me, marked me, ruined me-"
She leaned up, breath hot against Iroha's neck.
"So now I'm going to ruin you back."
Before Iroha could even register her words, Wonhee sunk her teeth into her, claiming Iroha's scent the same way she had been claimed.
Iroha whined, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, cock twitching inside Wonhee's heat.
"Now we're even." Wonhee smiled with satisfaction as Iroha trembled against her, her mind fuzzy from the earlier orgasm.
Her knot pulsed lazily inside of Wonhee—twitching with each movement—too swollen to pull out.
Wonhee could feel it all.
She deliberately clenched around the knot. It was a treat to behold as Iroha whimpered, her body jolting in overstimulation. "Sensitive, huh?" Wonhee whispered, brushing her fingers along Iroha's jaw as she whimpered pitiably in response.
She shifted her hips just enough to grind around the base of Iroha's cock. Iroha let out a choked sound, halfway between a gasp and a moan.
"Unnie," Iroha groaned, clutching at her waist. "Please—fuck, I can't—"
"Oh, you can." Wonhee leaned in, lips brushing Iroha's ear, rolling her hips once more. Iroha whined, the pleasure being too much for her to take.
Wonhee started to move. Slow at first, rolling her hips in maddening, grinding circles that squeezed the knot from every angle. Iroha threw her head back, her eyes fluttering shut while her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets. Her whole body convulsing beneath Wonhee.
"F-fuck—Unnie, please—"
Wonhee smirked. "No begging. You wanted me didn't you? You have me now."
Her pace quickened, grinding down harder, faster, hips snapping in short, brutal motions. Her slick dripped down onto Iroha's thighs, mixing with the mess already between them.
Iroha's whole body shook, helpless, overstimulated and leaking, but unable to stop responding.
"You're mine now," Wonhee whispered, her tone soft and velvety, contradicting the words she was whispering to Iroha. "And I'm going to ride you until your knot goes down. Maybe longer."
Iroha moaned, incoherent.
Her eyes were unfocused, lips parted, body twitching under Wonhee as the knot inside her pulsed weakly, trying to hold on. She was still hard, still locked in, but everything else, had snapped.
Wonhee straddled Iroha's hips, her body slick and gleaming with sweat. She could feel the ache and the relentless stretch of being claimed, but it only made her want more.
"Are you still hard? Poor baby. You thought we were done?"
Iroha's hip jerked at the pet name, crying out as Wonhee lifted her hips up and immediately slammed down hard onto her.
Iroha's body twitched violently, letting out a broken sob.
Wonhee started to ride her earnestly, repeatedly burying to the hilt.
Iroha could barely breathe. Her hands clawed at her sheets under her, rolling back her eyes as she whimpered helplessly under Wonhee.
It didnt take long for Iroha to twitch under her and let out a loud and desperate cry as she came once again, her load shooting into Wonhee messily.
Wonhee rode through it despite the cum spilling from where they were still joint.
Her own orgasm hit her like a a wave. Her wall clenching so tightly around Iroha's length that her knot swelled again, locking them together once more.
Wonhee collapsed onto Iroha, the two of them breathing heavily to catch their breaths. Wonhee lied on top of Iroha, her thighs trembling and still stretched around the knot pulsing faintly inside her.
Wonhee blinked slowly as she stared at the fresh bite mark she'd left on Iroha, her mind finally clearing up as her hand carefully touched the raw bite mark.
She hadn't meant to do it so hard. Guilt immediately washed over her as she hugged Iroha by her neck.
"Sorry, Roha, I got too carried away... Did it hurt?"
Iroha smiled warmly, shaking her head and rubbing her hand along Wonhee's back.
Wonhee shifted slightly, careful not to move too much around the knot. Her hips were aching, and her thighs were sore. But more than anything, she was enraptured.
She nuzzled into the crook of Iroha's shoulder, letting out a contented sigh.
"Can we stay like this? Please?"
Iroha wrapped her arms around Wonhee's waist, pulling her closer as she nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Wonhee was beginning to drift off. Her body ached, her skin sticky from sweat and their fluids, her legs trembling from the slightest of movement. Iroha was still inside her, the knot softening.
"You're gonna cramp up if we stay like this..." Iroha murmured, her voice husky.
Wonhee whined against her chest, a pout present in her voice. "I don't care."
"But I do. C'mon let me take care of you."
Before Wonhee could do anything to protest, Iroha shifted, gritting her teeth as the knot gave a soft tug. She moved slowly, carefully gathering Wonhee in her arms.
Wonhee clung to her, burying her head in her neck, allowing Iroha to carry her towards the bathroom.
Iroha used her shoulder to click open the bathroom lights and set wonhee down on the built in seat inside the shower stall.
The knot finally slipped free with a wet sound, making Wonhee wince, her body twitching at the loss at the loss.
"You okay?" Iroha mumbled, gently caressing Wonhee's cheek.
"Mhm.. Just feels weird without you inside." Wonhee giggled, tiredness evident in her voice.
She wrapped her aching legs around Iroha's torso, pointing her index finger towards the bathtub while she demanded, "Bathtub."
Iroha chuckled, placing her hands on her waist and lifted her up, carrying her to the bathtub. She turned the handle of the faucet to let the water run before gently lowering her into the steaming water, the water warm and soft against her skin
Iroha grabbed the soap, lathered it gently in her hands, carefully washing Wonhee, her hands moving in soft, steady motions over her sore thighs and sticky skin. Wiping away at the mess like it was nothing.
Wonhee stayed in the bath until the heat made her bodies heavy with sleep, eyes fluttering between wakefulness and dreams.
Iroha washed herself last, stepping into the shower and rinsing herself off, her fingers brushing over the bond mark on her neck where Wonhee had bitten so deeply.
She turned the water off, glancing at Wonhee who was on the verge of dozing off and a small smile touched her lips, staring fondly at Wonhee.
She reached for a towel and dried herself up, throwing on some comfortable clothing and heading into the bedroom to change their sheets.
She stripped the bed of its previous coverings which were soaked with their sweat and cum, throwing them into the laudry basket; she'd deal with those another time. She took out fresh sheets and laid them out, smoothing the creases as she secured them at the corners. She replaced her pillow case and laid out a new blanket.
She stepped back into the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw Wonhee.
Her breathing had slowed into a deep rhythmic cadence of sleep, teetering on the edge of consciousness as the gentle rocking of the water put her to sleep.
A quiet calm settled in Iroha's chest as she drained the bathtub water, grabbing a second towel to dry Wonhee.
She tenderly dried her body, wrapping the plush towel around her as she hoisted her up once more, bringing her into the bedroom.
Iroha placed Wonhee onto the mattress and dug through her closet to pull out her favorite oversized sweater, lifting the omega's body up as she slipped her into the sweater, the thick cotton swallowing her in a warm, comforting embrace.
She gently guided Wonhee's legs into a loose drawstring sweatpants and scooped her up, gently easing her down onto the middle of the bed, the sheets rustling softly as her head met the down pillow. The younger one carefully slipped under the blanket and pulled Wonhee close, her hand finding a spot on her back to soothingly rub small circles around her nack with her thumb.
She placed the omega's head to rest her chest, letting her listen to the steady rhythmic beats of her heart.
"Love you..." Wonhee, barely conscious, murmured, the sound vibrating against the alpha's chest as she wrapped her arms around Iroha, snuggling impossibly closer into her chest.
Iroha sighed contently, her eyelids drooping as they fell shut, slowly fading out of consciousness, a quiet smile lingering on her face.
"Love you too."