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If Lan Zhan had to choose a favorite place to be, then that place would be between Wei Ying’s thighs. She’d choose to be there, nosing against her girlfriend and breathing in her sweet, delightful scent as a pair of plush thighs warmed her ears. It’s a wonderful place to be and she’d spend hours and hours there if she could.
“Lan Zhan…” As if sensing what Lan Zhan is thinking, Wei Ying jerks her hips upwards, seeking what she’s still too embarrassed to ask for. “Can you… please…”
She’s too embarrassed to ask for Lan Zhan’s mouth on her but she wasn’t embarrassed to walk around naked after showering. She wasn’t embarrassed to look like pure, unadulterated sin with her skin glistening and her cheeks flushed. She wasn’t embarrassed when her hair was dripping water down her back and her tits, covered in bruises from last night, were taunting Lan Zhan and pushing her into doing something much worse than leaving teeth-shaped marks on her body.
She knew what she was doing and she wasn’t embarrassed about that. Wei Ying knows what she’s doing no matter how much she protests and whines that she doesn’t, that she’s innocent. She knows and so she couldn’t even fake being surprised when Lan Zhan pushed her onto their bed and spread open her thighs before making herself comfortable between them. No words, no warning, no nothing.
God, Wei Ying was so wet from that action alone. She was and still is so wet she’s dripping down the insides of her thighs and ass, coating them with slick that drives Lan Zhan insane with want, the need to ruin her intensifying. Now, Wei Ying tries to act coy once again. She tries to close her thighs because this, too, is something she gets embarrassed about. Being spread open, showcasing just how sopping wet she gets whenever Lan Zhan grabs and shoves her whichever way she pleases without giving her a single warning.
Lan Zhan loves it. She loves her little girlfriend who talks big but is so small underneath her, so easy to toss around and use. She loves teasing her about it, too, and watching as her face gets redder and her eyes fill with confused tears. She loves breaking her to pieces and then putting her back together with a loving touch and even lovelier words. She loves the noises she makes— the little whimpers that get stuck at the back of her throat, high and choked at first then loud and unrestrained once Lan Zhan gets a little more rough and a lot more mean.
“No more,” Wei Ying gasps when Lan Zhan licks against her folds, sensitive and too aware of every single touch against her. She’s come once already, so fast it surprised both of them, and now she’s trying to get away. As if Lan Zhan will let her. Wei Ying knows all too well that Lan Zhan won’t stop until she decides to, regardless of how much begging and pleading is involved.
Still, Wei Ying tries again. “I mean it, Lan Zhan,” she insists, moving one of her hands down to cover herself, to protect herself against Lan Zhan’s wicked tongue. Lan Zhan doesn’t even blink as she grabs her hand and presses it to their bed and, as a punishment, closes her mouth against Wei Ying’s swollen, throbbing clit, giving it a hard suck. “Lan Zhan! ” Wei Ying gasps, thighs clenching around Lan Zhan’s head because the suck was painful but oh, so good and Wei Ying is nothing if not a slut for the pain Lan Zhan loves inflicting onto her.
Seeing that Lan Zhan won’t stop, Wei Ying moves to gripping her hair instead, pulling her closer with harsh but desperate hands, a complete juxtaposition of her earlier words. Lan Zhan lets herself be pulled, a rare occurrence. She lets Wei Ying grind against her face, forever fascinated with how fast her little girlfriend’s mind changes and goes from begging her to stop to begging her to please give me more, jiejie, please, I’m begging—
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, voice muffled because she doesn’t stop licking and sucking on Wei Ying’s wet cunt. Wei Ying, despite her loud whine of protest, lets go of her hair, knowing all too well of the consequences that will follow if she doesn’t obey Lan Zhan. “Good girl,” Lan Zhan chuckles, finding Wei Ying too cute, and gives her clit a gentle kiss as a reward.
Wei Ying’s entire body spasms at that and her hands move to cover her face, her elbows framing her chest and accentuating her tiny waist. Lan Zhan raises to her elbows and looks at her, admires her for a second because Wei Ying is so beautiful when she’s coming undone. Truly breathtaking.
With her face flushed and her eyes filled with tears of both pleasure and the frustration of being kept a hair’s width away from what she craves the most, with her thighs trembling on either side of Lan Zhan’s head and her cunt clenching around nothing, leaking more and more until the sheets under her are so wet they’re transparent, Wei Ying looks like a Goddess. She looks like a Goddess and Lan Zhan wants nothing more than to worship her as such.
Lan Zhan manages a smirk, one Wei Ying almost misses from hiding behind her hands, and dives back in like she’s starving and Wei Ying is the best meal she’s ever tasted. She laps at Wei Ying, unrestrained, and moans from how good she tastes, her fingers spreading her lips so she can fuck her tongue in and taste the most intimate part of her. Wei Ying keens and arches her back, her thighs clenching around Lan Zhan’s head so hard Lan Zhan’s gut tightens with arousal. Oh, to be crushed between Wei Ying’s plush thighs would be a dream come true.
“La—Lan Zhahn, please, please, I’m—” Wei Ying moans, loud and uncaring of how wanton she sounds now that she’s let go, her mind too occupied with chasing her release. There we go, Lan Zhan thinks with satisfaction, good girl.
Such a good girl indeed, one whose pleasure is music to Lan Zhan’s ears. It dances inside her and spreads its wings, filling her with happiness and love. The music intensifies with each swipe of Lan Zhan’s tongue, with each lap of it against Wei Ying’s pussy and with each slurp that makes Wei Ying wetter, her slick gushing against Lan Zhan’s tongue.
There’s so much slick it’s smeared across Lan Zhan’s nose, chin, and cheeks, making her a mess. Lan Zhan moans and works her tongue faster in and out of Wei Ying, her own cunt throbbing because Wei Ying’s pleasure has and always will be Lan Zhan’s pleasure. Just seeing and hearing Wei Ying come undone makes Lan Zhan wild with lust.
Wei Ying, unable to keep still, lifts her legs and rests them over Lan Zhan’s shoulders, her feet slipping down her back, and her thighs clenching once again. There’s no restraint left in her. There’s nothing holding her back as she writhes and moans, her mouth wide open and her tongue sticking out as if it, too, is begging for something.
“Lan Zhan…” she slurs and, if Lan Zhan could see her face, she’s sure her eyes would be crossed and there’d be tears running down her temples. Wei Ying cries so easily when she feels good, when the pleasure is too much yet she’s denied release. “Lan-er-jie, please, don’t be— meahn—”
Lan Zhan hums absentmindedly. She knows Wei Ying is close— she can hear it in the way her moans are turning softer but more high-pitched and frequent, she can feel it in the way her body is trembling and trying to get closer to Lan Zhan now that she has no control over it. It’s the best feeling ever, knowing that you’ve reduced someone to their basic, most primal instincts. Lan Zhan takes great pleasure in knowing she can do that to Wei Ying.
When Lan Zhan looks up, she sees Wei Ying’s fingers are playing with her nipples, flicking them gently and with care. They’ve always been so sensitive it makes Lan Zhan wonder if Wei Ying has ever considered getting them pierced. It will look good on her, Lan Zhan thinks and makes a mental note to ask her later, and it will also be fun to torture her with them; tug them and twist them until Wei Ying is sobbing and coming untouched.
With that thought dancing across her mind, Lan Zhan has to look away from the sinful sight her girlfriend makes. Heat is spreading through her like wildfire and she groans low in her throat, her hips twitching against the mattress, seeking some attention of their own. Her underwear rubs against her and Lan Zhan gasps and dips her tongue inside Wei Ying, pushing and curling it as deep as it can go. She wants to make Wei Ying feel good, wants to make her feel so good she loses her mind. She wants to see Wei Ying come apart and come so hard she forgets where she is and who she is.
With that in mind, Lan Zhan uses her right hand to thumb at Wei Ying’s clit, tongue still fucking into her mercilessly. Wei Ying shouts, curling into herself sharply before relaxing again, repeating that motion again and again as she chases her orgasm. She’s close.
“Lan Zhan,” she sobs, hands moving from her chest and back to Lan Zhan’s hair, fisting it and tugging at it, forceful and needy. Always so needy. “I need— please— kiss me!”
Lan Zhan is never one to deny her girlfriend anything. As soon as the request, the demand, for a kiss leaves Wei Ying’s lips, Lan Zhan surges upwards, cups Wei Ying’s face between her hands, and gives her a wet, bruising kiss. She licks into her mouth, letting Wei Ying taste herself, and Wei Ying moans, going a little berserk as she pushes up and kisses back twice as hard as Lan Zhan. Her hands roam Lan Zhan’s body, squeezing her tits, her ass, nails raking down her back and her hips canting upwards. She’s a wild little thing.
“Can you—” she groans, frustrated, one hand tugging at Lan Zhan’s pants and the other at her shirt. She bites Lan Zhan’s bottom lip hard before pulling away, her eyes half-lidded and looking dazed. Lan Zhan understands and complies, shucking off her clothes and throwing them to the side carelessly.
Once completely void of her clothes, Lan Zhan realizes just how wet she is as well. She’s soaking and she’s so turned on from eating her girlfriend out her clit is throbbing and begging to be touched. She leans down for another kiss, this one even more aggressive than the last one, and threads her fingers through Wei Ying’s silky dark locks, tugging at them in an act of small revenge for when Wei Ying so carelessly pulled at her hair and ground against her face.
“Mean,” Wei Ying pouts when Lan Zhan tugs her head by her hair, controlling their kiss, her voice weak and trembling. Lan Zhan huffs and gives her hair another tug, this one sharp and painful, and Wei Ying whines.
“Wei Ying likes it,” Lan Zhan says, sure of her words, and licks across Wei Ying’s lips. “It makes her whine like a bitch in heat.”
Wei Ying’s eyes widen. “Lan Zhan, you—” she starts to sputter in protest, but Lan Zhan has already felt the way her thighs clenched. She liked being called a bitch and she can’t deny it, not when her cunt is weeping and soaking not only their bed but Lan Zhan’s thigh as well.
“Does Wei Ying not like being my bitch?” Lan Zhan asks, kissing her jaw, nibbling at it until it bruises prettily. She adjusts herself in Wei Ying’s moment of distraction, straddling her thigh a little better, bringing her hips down until her cunt brushes against hot, sweaty skin. Wei Ying feels it then, and brings her other leg up and around Lan Zhan’s waist, pushing her down.
“I like it. I like… being your bitch,” she mumbles quietly as if hoping Lan Zhan won’t hear her. Lan Zhan hears. She hears everything.
“Of course you do,” she smirks. “Wei Ying is always so good for me,” she then praises, finally rolling her hips. The moment she does so, she can’t help the small moan that leaves her lips. It feels so good. “The perfect bitch for me to use; wet, desperate, whiny, taking everything I give her.”
Wei Ying shudders at that, tensing her thigh, moving it subtly against Lan Zhan.
“Lan Zhan,” she coos, small and beautiful and so precious Lan Zhan could eat her up. “You make me feel so good, sweetheart,” she says, her turn to praise because she knows that as much as Lan Zhan loves showering Wei Ying with praise and love, she loves receiving it as well. It makes her hot and good and light, like she’s soaring through the skies on a cloud made of pleasure and love.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan grunts, a plea and a warning, when Wei Ying leans forward and her lips wrap around one of her nipples, sucking at it like she wants something to come out of it, something warm and sweet. “Behave.”
“But Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whines, head back on the pillow. “I want to make you feel good…” she says, trailing off as she finds one of Lan Zhan’s hands and pushes it downwards, sneaky and cunning and sly.
Lan Zhan is caught in a moment of weakness. She doesn’t usually give into Wei Ying so easily, but this time, she doesn’t even think twice as she drags her fingers down Wei Ying’s body and between her legs, as she spreads her open and presses two of her fingers inside her throbbing, wet heat. Wei Ying gasps sharply, arching her back, and her face twists into one of pleasure and delight.
Pleased, Lan Zhan keeps the pace of grinding her hips against Wei Ying’s thigh and fingering her, slow and first but gaining momentum. It’s all rough and wet and loud— both Wei Ying moaning but also the sounds of Lan Zhan’s fingers working their way in and out of her pussy, slick gushing around them and creating the most scandalous sounds.
Suddenly, Wei Ying wails, “Clohse, Lan Zhan— ‘m so— ‘m so close,” and she sounds delirious, hands clawing at Lan Zhan, finding fistfuls of her hair and tugging her into a filthy kiss that’s more tongue than anything. Lan Zhan gives in to her, curls her fingers, and rubs against her clenching walls until their room is filled with the sounds of them moaning and Wei Ying’s cunt squelching.
Lan Zhan feels hot all over, her gut coiled so tight she feels she’ll snap any moment now. “Wei Ying,” she groans. She’s close, so close.
Wei Ying comes first. Her second orgasm hits her so hard her lips part in a scream, her entire body going taut before convulsing, her pussy tensing and clamping around Lan Zhan’s fingers as wetness coats them. She can’t stop coming, her scream turning into sobs, and the wet patch underneath her grows bigger as her orgasm continues on and on, squirts of it wetting Lan Zhan as well.
Seeing Wei Ying come, feeling her gushing around her fingers and wetting her entire arm and parts of her leg, makes Lan Zhan lose control. She bites her lip as she ruts against Wei Ying’s thigh once, twice, three times in rapid succession before she, too, comes.
She’s quieter than Wei Ying, cleaner, but no less intense. Her body stiffens and her breathing stops, hips twitching uncontrollably as her orgasm rolls through her in wave after blissful wave.
They catch their breaths together, Lan Zhan laying down so she can hold Wei Ying in her arms. Their chests heave and their skin is sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. It’s a mess. A beautiful mess.
When Wei Ying’s breathing calms and she looks at Lan Zhan, it’s with soft eyes and a smile on her lips. She doesn’t need to say anything for Lan Zhan to lean in and kiss her, slow and soft and sweet.
“Lan Zhan is so mean,” Wei Ying pouts against her lips. “Treating me so roughly, making me such a mess. Now I have to shower again.”
Lan Zhan scoffs. “Wei Ying is smart,” she says, and it’s true. Wei Ying is smart— she knew exactly what she was doing and she knew exactly what the consequences of her actions would be. Nothing she does is by accident, something Lan Zhan is more than aware of. If anyone is mean, then it’s Wei Ying.
Wei Ying laughs, not denying anything, and grins at Lan Zhan. It’s her favorite grin, the wide one that shows all her teeth and turns her eyes into crescent moons. This time, her lips are cherry red from being bitten by both of them, and her cheeks are still flushed. She looks like pure sin.
Lan Zhan loves her. God, she loves her so much.