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Irene raises her eyes and looks at Wendy who is sitting with her arms crossed opposite to her. She is not indulging in the conversation Seulgi and Yeri are having. It is almost as if she is seething with anger, the veins in her neck are popping and there is a bump forming at the side of her cheek.
The leader tilts her head watching when the right hand of the main vocalist comes up and pinches the space between her eyes. She doesn't feel the need to figure out why is she acting like this when she can focus on how fucking hot she looks like this. Irene doesn't mind it when Wendy smiles which she does all the time but there are moments when that smile isn't etched on her face and those are moments where she finds her the most attractive.
“Ah! Even now unnie is wearing my pants.” Seulgi whines which makes her look down reminding her that when they landed yesterday they had a meeting with the company about some remaining unit promotion activities so they both went to Seulgi’s apartment to freshen up instead of parting ways at the airport.
“I’ll return them.” Irene replies quietly.
“Yah! I have seen so many posts on twitter about this.” Yeri exclaims as she reaches out to touch the pants she is wearing, “They say that Irene unnie is living with Seulgi unnie at this point with how much she wears her clothes.”
From the corner of her eyes she sees Wendy let out an exhale, her knuckles folding into fist revealing her veins. Oh so this is what it is about. “Her place is just closer to the airport and our schedules are hectic nothing more.” Irene shrugs.
“Because of that our fans always think we are wearing couple items,” Seulgi pouts. “And here I am running out of casual clothes because of her,” she adds.
Irene bites her bottom lip in an attempt to hide the smug smirk that forms on her lips because seeing Wendy this worked up over something so small yet so provoking is fun. Her dongsaeng tries so hard to appear as a kind soul who doesn't care but the truth is that she cares to the point it works her up like this. Wendy was finally supporting that aura of calmness knowing that this gathering was held at her place to celebrate the balance tour ending only for her mood to turn sour once this conversation started.
“Seulgi unnie,” Joy walks out of the bathroom and nudges her. “Let’s go. I’m not driving in a traffic rush,” right, Joy and Seulgi are actually neighbours so they came here together and now with alcohol in Seulgi's system there was no way she was going to be the one behind the wheel and Joy was whining about an early morning schedule.
“Okay, it is getting pretty late. I am going to grab my things,” Seulgi groans as she gets up.
Yeri follows, “I should get going too, long shoot tomorrow.”
Irene stands at the doorstep watching as her members bid their goodbyes one by one and disappear, that is until she finds Wendy standing behind her with her jacket draped over her arm looking like she is ready to leave too.
“I’ll see you then,” her dongsaeng says awkwardly and tries to walk past her but Irene is in a good mood today so she'll try to make Wendy's life a little more difficult.
“Won’t you stay for some time?” Irene asks, batting her eyelashes not so innocently.
Wendy once again tries to reach out for the door but she blocks her way, “Uh, I have schedules tomorrow, yeah.”
She almost gives herself away by smiling but she holds it in trying to test just how much she can push Wendy's limits, “Wendy ah but unnie would be alone.”
“Are you drunk?” Wendy bites her lips, looking away to let out a sigh.
“Aniyo,” she says cutely, enjoying the absolute defeat on Wendy's face.
Wendy eventually takes a step back and throws her jacket over the racks before she kneels to take off her sneakers.
Irene didn't mean to torture her beloved dongsaeng like this but she can't help it she loves knowing how much she can push her without facing any consequences. She isn't cruel though the reason she made her stay is to release all that pent up frustration that is bottling up inside her member. Such a good leader, isn't she, especially for her Seungwani.
Once they are in Irene's bedroom with Wendy sitting on her bed still looking a bit annoyed dressed in her clothes it is time to do what she has been wanting to do since the start of this night. Irene stands right next to her as she unbuttons the jeans and unzips the zipper, “Wh-at are you doing unnie? Go change in the bathroom.”
“I didn't think of you to be the jealous type, Wan ah,” Irene coos as her hand grabs Wendy's neck, her finger flicking her face up to look at her.
“Jealous? And me!” Wendy shakes her head trying to look away but Irene keeps her eyes rooted on her. “Why would I care if you wear Seulgi clothes?”
“I never said anything about that though,” she says, trapping Wendy. “Oh so you are jealous of me and Seulgi huh.”
“I—I’m not jealous.” Wendy stammers, her voice a whisper now.
“No?” Irene tilts her head, studying her with deliberate slowness. “Then why won’t you look at me when I mention Seulgi?”
She watches as her dongsaeng closes her eyes with her mouth huffing, a red hue forms up on her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. She shakes her head furiously as she opens her eyes to show that whatever Irene is saying is not true, but all Irene can think about is how much fun she is going to have with this puppy.
“Th-that’s not true!” Wendy insists, though her voice cracks halfway through, utterly betraying her.
“Oh, Wendy,” Irene murmurs, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. She leans in so close that their noses almost brush, her breath warm against Wendy’s lips. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Fuck, she wants to make a mess out of her dongsaeng, she's been missing her the whole year, it is not fair that only Wendy gets to throw a jealous fit. Does she have any idea how every time she sees her with Joy all she wants to do is punch a wall? Irene would rather empty an entire gun with six rounds on herself than watch Wendy and Joy interact for a minute straight.
Wendy’s hands clutch at the bedsheets, knuckles white. Irene knows she got her trapped, not just physically but emotionally too, after all she wouldn't be jealous if she didn't feel something. “Joohyunnie, please,” she whispers, a last ditch plea for Irene to stop, though even to her own ears it sounds weak.
Irene’s smirk softens into something more dangerous, more intimate, more raw, “Please what, Wan-ah? Please stop or please don’t?”
Her grip around Wendy's neck tightens a little which makes the younger one gasp as she opens her mouth to answer her but nothing comes out. Wendy's face is enough to tell what she actually wants and Irene sees it written all over her face.
With a satisfied hum, Irene releases Wendy’s neck, only to trail her fingers lightly down her collarbone, leaving a burning path in their wake.
“That’s what I thought,” Irene murmurs, straightening up and turning away as if the conversation is already over. “Now, be a good girl and stay right there. I’m not finished with you yet.”
She opens her mouth to argue, but all that comes out is a shaky, breathless,“…Yes, unnie.”
Irene takes her time, strolling toward her dresser as if they’re having the most casual conversation in the world. She picks up a hair tie, loops her hair into a loose bun, and checks her reflection in the mirror. The entire display is deliberate. Every slow, graceful movement is meant to remind Wendy that it is her who gets to mess her up, not anyone else, especially not Joy.
Wendy’s nails dig into her thighs, gulping for some reason. Irene glances at her from over her shoulder, catching the wide eyed, flustered stare that her dongsaeng is trying to and failing to hide.
“You look nervous,” Irene smirks, voice smooth and unhurried as she begins walking back toward the bed. “I can relive that.”
“I-I’m not nervous,” Wendy blurts, shaking her head. The lie tumbles out too fast, too shaky.
“Oh?” Irene raises a brow, tilting her head. She stops directly in front of Wendy, looking down at her like a queen addressing a trembling subject. “Then why are you gripping the sheets like you’re about to be executed?”
Wendy glances down at her fists, startled, and quickly releases the fabric. “I just—! I don’t like being accused of things that aren’t true.”
“Mmhmm.” Irene hums thoughtfully, leaning closer until her shadow swallows Wendy whole. “So you’re not jealous. You’re not nervous. You’re not anything I’ve been saying.”
“Exactly!” Wendy seizes the lifeline, nodding vigorously. “You—you’re just misreading everything.”
Irene’s smirk deepens. “Then let’s test that theory.”
Before Wendy can react, Irene places her hands on either side of Wendy’s body, caging her against the bed. Wendy instinctively leans back, her elbows hitting the mattress, until she’s half lying there with Irene looming over her.
“U-unnie—”
“Shh..”
Irene’s face hovers inches from hers, close enough that Wendy can see every delicate line of her features. The sharpness of her jaw, the dark sweep of her lashes, the faint curve of her smirk.
“You say you’re not jealous,” Irene murmurs, her breath ghosting over Wendy’s cheek. “You say you don’t care about me and Seulgi.”
“I—I don’t!” Wendy insists, her voice trembling.
“Then why—” Irene continues smoothly, tilting her head to whisper directly into Wendy’s ear, “—is your heart beating so fast right now?”
Wendy squeezes her eyes shut, stammering. “I-it’s just—my heart beats—I can’t help it!”
“Oh, Wan-ah,” Irene croons, using the soft nickname that always makes Wendy falter on purpose. God she loves playing with her like this, reducing her into this pile of mess. “Don’t hide behind excuses.”
Her hand slides up, cupping Wendy’s jaw with a firm grip and forcing her to meet her gaze. “You want me,” Irene declares, the push and pull is fun, but she wants to move on to better things.
“I—I don’t—!” Wendy tries to deny it, but the protest dies in her throat. The truth is written all over her face, in the flush staining her cheeks and the way her breath comes out ragged and uneven.
“Say it,” she whispers.
Wendy shakes her head desperately, her last shred of pride clinging to silence.
“Say it,” Irene repeats, her tone sharp this time, commanding.
Wendy’s lips tremble. “I…” Her voice cracks. “…I want you.”
Irene inhales slowly, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. She brushes her thumb across Wendy’s lower lip, a possessive gesture that makes Wendy’s breath hitch.
“Good girl,” Irene purrs.
Wendy’s entire body shudders.
Without further warning, Irene presses her lips against Wendy's, their mouths opening to each other in a hungry kiss. Wendy moans into the kiss, unable to resist her as Irene pushes her against the mattress of her bed.
Irene deepens the kiss, her tongue darting into Wendy's mouth with a rawness that takes her breath away. Wendy responds instinctively, wrapping her arms around Irene's waist and pressing herself closer.
As their tongues twist and tangle, Irene begins to explore Wendy's mouth more thoroughly, tracing the contours of her lips and teeth with her tongue. She has never kissed anyone with this much hunger before,it feels as if her insides are burning with how much she wants to make Wendy a mess.
Her hands roam her dongsaeng’s body with feverish intensity, caressing every curve and memorising every sip. She wants to know all the sweet spots, the ones that make Wendy gasp as she begs her to be inside her.
Breaking the kiss, Irene trails her lips along Wendy's jawline, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Wendy gasps, tilting her head back to give Irene better access. Irene leaves open mouthed wet kisses down her neck, her teeth scraping against her collarbone as she sucks the skin and leaves her mark.
Irene straddles Wendy and sits up, discarding the hoodie she was wearing in one swift motion. Her eyes fixed on Wendy who with her messy shirt, swollen lips and hooded eyes was begging to be taken. As she unbuttons the shirt she gave to Wendy with the sole purpose of taking it off for a moment like this, her dongsaeng speaks, “I want to do it…”
Irene smirks, it is such an arrogant smirk that even she thinks she is kinda evil for this. “Do what?” She asks, as if she doesn't know already.
She sees the way Wendy looks at her like she is asking her that isn't it obvious with what they are doing it is only going to lead to one outcome, “Unnie…please.”
"Is this what you want, dongsaeng?" Irene purred, her voice dripping with seduction, ”Then unnie will do it.”
She yanks her shirt on the floor before she gazes at those mounds hungrily. The lacy cups of Wendy's bra are no barrier for Irene's predatory hands. She squeezes and kneads the soft mounds, thumbs rubbing over hardened nipples until Wendy arches into her touch.
She couldn't help but let out a groan at the sensation of Wendy arching against her as she took her sensitive nipple into her mouth. She slid her hand down, feeling Wendy's hard abs underneath her fingertips. It is funny how despite being physically stronger than her, Wendy is this submissive to her. Her fingers didn't stop there as they dipped deeper, teasing the sensitive skin just above her dongsaeng's mound.
Wendy squirmed beneath her touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips as Irene's fingers inched ever closer to her most intimate area.
"Irene..." Wendy whimpered, her hips lifting slightly as if seeking more contact. "Please..."
Irene's fingers grazed over Wendy's clothed slit, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain control as her own desire grew more urgent by the second. The sight and feel of Wendy writhing beneath her was driving her mad with lust.
“Be a good girl, Wan-ah,” she smiles against her swollen nipples as she retreats her hand. Wendy lets out a whine that is almost a plea and it takes everything inside Irene to not just push her fingers inside her.
The older one grabs her dongsaeng hands and makes them rest on the hem of the jeans she is wearing, “Undress me.” She orders.
Wendy doesn't need to be told twice, she rises up from the mattress, her eyes dripping with lust as she lowers her pants and helps her get rid of them, before she locks eyes with her as she takes off her bra. Leaving both of them in nothing but their soaking panties.
Wendy gazed up at her, she's heavy with want as Irene loomed over her, drinking in the erotic sight before her. Irene's heart raced as she watched Wendy's expression morph into one of pure, unbridled desire. She could see the effect she had on her dongsaeng, and could practically feel the heat radiating off Wendy's body.
Slowly, teasingly, Irene reached up to cup her own breasts, kneading the supple flesh and tweaking her sensitive nipples. She let out a soft moan, the sound sending a shiver down Wendy's spine. She leaned forward, bringing her breasts closer to Wendy's face, almost brushing against her parted lips.
Wendy's breath hitched, her eyes locked onto Irene's heaving chest. She licked her lips unconsciously, aching to close the distance and take Irene's nipple into her mouth. Irene guided Wendy's hand to her breast, encouraging her to explore and touch as she pleased.
Wendy hesitated only a moment before giving in to the temptation, her fingers tentatively caressing the soft mound before boldly pinching Irene's nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She gasped at the sensation, arching into Wendy's touch. "That's it, Wan-ah" she encouraged breathlessly. "Touch me just like that." She watched as Wendy grew bolder, kneading and squeezing her breast with increasing confidence.
Now fully bare, Irene settled herself between Wendy's spread thighs, her hands gripping the younger girl's hips possessively. She could feel the heat of Wendy's core against her own aching flesh, and it took every ounce of restraint not to simply plunge into her untouched depths right then and there.
Instead, Irene leaned down to capture Wendy's lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep as she ground her hips against Wendy's in a slow, sensual rhythm. Wendy moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Irene's hair, messing up her bum as she met each thrust of her hips with her own.
“Unnie…please,” her dongsaeng whined, having a hard time controlling the throbbing within her legs.
Irene was the same, she needed more, she needed to taste Wendy, to feel her dongsaeng coming undone at her touch. Sliding lower, she settled between Wendy's thighs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal before diving in to lick a long, slow stripe up Wendy's slit.
Wendy nearly bucked off the bed at the sudden contact, a high pitched keen tearing from her throat. "Irene!" she cried out, her fingers tangling almost painfully in her hair. "Oh god, Irene!"
Emboldened by Wendy's reaction, Irene set about devouring her dongsaeng's pussy like a starving woman. She licked and sucked at Wendy's folds, delving deep to lap at the sweet nectar coating her inner walls. Her tongue circled Wendy's clit, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves until Wendy was writhing mindlessly beneath her.
As Irene continued her oral assault, one hand crept up to pinch and roll Wendy's nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. The combination of sensations was almost too much for Wendy to bear, and she could feel her orgasm building with each passing second.
"Don't stop," she begged, panting harshly as Irene brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Please don't stop!"
Irene had no intention of stopping. She redoubled her efforts, sucking and biting on her folds. It didn't take long until Wendy was crying out her name like a prayer, her pussy clenching for a brief moment before she came. Irene worked through it, taking all of her cum inside her mouth, continuing to lick and suck until Wendy collapsed back onto the bed.
“Oh, I have no intention of stopping,” Irene grinned wickedly, wiping her cum off her cheeks. She leaned down pulling Wendy in for a searing kiss, letting her taste her own cum before she started to move again.
She reached down between their bodies, finding Wendy's slick folds with ease. Sliding two fingers inside her tight channel, Irene started to pump them in and out, setting a steady rhythm that had Wendy panting with need. "That's it, Wan-ah," Irene encouraged breathlessly, watching Wendy's face contort with pleasure and pain. "Take my fingers. You feel so good..."
Wendy could only moan in response, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust of Irene's hand. The older one obliged, adding a third finger and scissoring them inside Wendy's clenching pussy. She looked down for a moment watching how her digits kept disappearing inside Wendy's entrance, it was as if they were begging to be sucked inside.
“Ah, unnie!” Wendy let out a throaty cry, wrapping her legs around her waist.
“You’re so tight, baby,” she praised as she started to increase the pace of her thrusts, “Fuck…you're so good to me…I don't ever want to leave this perfect pussy.” Irene moaned low in her throat.
She could feel her dongsaeng get wetter with each thrust, her release wasn't far. "Come for me," Irene growled, pounding into Wendy harder and faster as she reached down to circle her clit with her thumb. "Come all over my fingers like a good girl..."
Wendy didn't need to be told twice. With a scream of Irene's name, she came hard, her pussy spasming and gushing around the older girl's pistoning fingers.
She lowered her panties before she pressed her lips against Wendy's, kissing her slowly, drinking in her breathless moans, “So good…” Wendy moaned as she rubbed her heat against her entrance.
Rising up on her knees, she positioned herself at Wendy's entrance, rubbing her dripping folds against her sensitive clit. "Yeah…this is going to feel so good,” she whispered while slowly sinking down onto Wendy's waiting pussy. They both moaned at the sensation, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces finally snapped into place.
Irene started to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that had them both panting with need. She leaned down to capture Wendy's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her dongsaeng's moans as she picked up the pace.
The room filled with the sounds of their coupling, flesh slapping against flesh, breathy moans, and cries of pleasure, the creaking of the bed beneath them.
Irene buried her face in the crook of Wendy's neck, biting down on the sensitive skin there as she came hard. Wendy cried out beneath her, her own orgasm ripping through her with the force of a hurricane.
They clung to each other as they rode out the aftershocks, their bodies slick with sweat and flushed with pleasure. This was better than anything Irene had ever imagined, Wendy was so giving and accommodating, it outdid all those wet dreams she had about her dongsaeng.
“Still jealous?”
“Wh-at…Oh my god unnie!”
Irene chucked as brought up the duvet and covered both of them with it, her arms locked Wendy against her chest as she caressed her bare back. Watching as her dongsaeng succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.
The morning light spills softly into Irene’s apartment, warm and golden. Wendy stands in the kitchen, sleeves of Irene’s oversized cardigan slipping past her wrists as she flips an egg in the frying pan. She has her hair tied up in a messy bun, her face bare and no energy to hide the purple blemishes on her neck.
She looks every bit like a girl who got ruined by Irene.
Irene sitting on the sofa is already dressed in a casual outfit, she has to attend a small company gathering to celebrate the wrap up of a successful tour. As she scrolls through her Bubble messages, a fan comment catches her eye:
> Fan:
Unnie, are you and Seulgi married or something? You two are always sharing clothes 🥹💍
Irene raises a perfectly sculpted brow. “Okay, maybe her jealousy was warranted. I didn't know fans were thinking like this too.” She murmurs to herself, amused. Then her gaze slides lazily toward Wendy, who’s still muttering under her breath in the kitchen, drowning in clothes that are clearly not her own.
An idea sparks. Wicked and irresistible.
Without a word, Irene quietly switches her phone to selfie mode. She frames herself perfectly in the foreground, flawless skin, soft smile, while making sure the background catches Wendy clearly.
Wendy, oblivious, is bent over slightly as she plates the eggs, her messy hair haloed by morning sunlight, Irene’s cardigan practically swallowing her whole.
Click.
The photo is perfect.
Irene quickly uploads it to Bubble with a short caption:
> Irene:
“Good Morning. I slept reall well 💙”
She hits send with a satisfied hum.
Across the kitchen, Wendy turns with two plates in hand, only to pause at the sight of Irene’s mischievous grin. “…What did you just do?”
“Nothing,” Irene says far too smoothly, tucking her phone away.
Wendy narrows her eyes. “Unnie.”
Irene takes a plate from her, entirely unbothered. “Relax, Wan-ah. Just sit and eat. I just took care of your jealousy.”
“Yah! I am not the jealous type.” Wendy slams the plate down a little too hard, the utensils rattling.
Irene raises a brow, perfectly composed as she picks up her fork. “Mhm,” she hums, like she’s humoring a child throwing a tantrum. “Of course you’re not.”
Wendy bristles instantly. “I’m serious, unnie!”
She takes a bite of her breakfast into her mouth and then she tugs at Wendy’s waist pulling her into her lap. “The more you act like a brat, the more I would want to ruin you right here on this table.”
“That’s not—!” Wendy cuts herself off, sputtering. She can feel her face heating, the tips of her ears burning as Irene’s words hit too close to home. After last night, she can’t even say she is bluffing because if Irene says she’ll ruin her then she will.
“Now…be a good girl and behave,” Irene shoves the fork into her mouth, stuffing it with eggs and toast. “And who knows I might reward you for it.”
“Wh-at kind of reward?”
Irene raises her brows then pinches the skin underneath Wendy’s chest. Wendy doesn’t need anything else to understand what she means as she bites the food in her mouth. Don't tell her unnie but she is looking forward to her reward.