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“It seems none of us received the same memo.” Dan Heng comments from the bedroom door. Ren nods, her body illuminated in the soft light of the bathroom. Jing Yuan yawns from her spot on the large plush bed, settled comfortably onto the mattress. She's already halfway asleep, merely making a vague noise of confirmation without opening her eyes.
Ren ‘hrmphs’ in acknowledgment, crossing her arms in front of her chest. It covers the sheer cups of the babydoll she’s wearing, red standing out against her pale, scar littered skin. A shame, because Dan Heng really liked the sight of her nipples through the transparent fabric. It was last year’s Valentine's gift from Dan Heng, and she brings it out on occasion, when she thinks things have been a little too boring for too long. Ren would never buy these things for herself, but that’s alright. She doesn’t have to admit she likes the soft, sexy feminine clothing. Dan Heng and Jing Yuan know well enough, and are happy to gift her pretty things under the guise of wanting to see their girlfriend in pretty lingerie. If it makes it easier for Ren to accept and enjoy these things, then that’s all they need to know.
And it’s not like Dan Heng will be wearing them herself, anyway. No, she’s in her standard nightly uniform of boxers and a stolen t-shirt (this is one from Caelus, with a picture of Clockie on it). She’s always preferred the ease and comfort. Jing Yuan is the same way, but extended even farther - she argues that even boxers are too close to pants, and she doesn’t want to sleep in pants, so she sleeps in nightgowns. Specifically, grandma gowns.
She’s wearing a knee-length loose nightgown made of a soft, stretchy fabric, dusty pink and complete with white lace hemming and old fashioned mini satin roses. Her messy white hair, usually partially tied back, fans around her, and her tanned legs peek out from the edge of the nightgown, hiked halfway up her strong thighs. Though the gown is loose enough the curve of her breasts isn’t completely defined, the fabric is still thin and soft enough that she can see the pinpricks of her nipples through it.
She may or may not have a thing for her girlfriends’ breasts. In her defense, they are very nice racks, and she likes having them in her hands and mouth every chance she gets.
“Are you two planning on coming to bed?” Jing Yuan complains, her voice slurred with tiredness. She stretches, her limbs long and luxurious, her back in an arch, before she dramatically flops against the bed. “S'late. ‘m tired.”
Dan Heng and Ren share a look. The conversation that passes between them is without words, but results in complete understanding.
“Mm?” Jing Yuan murmurs as both of them climb into bed, leering over her instead of settling in beside her. Blinking lazily like a cat, if she realizes her fate, she doesn’t show it immediately. Her lips part in a pretty gasp as Ren goes right for the kill as usual, pinching one of her nipples through the nightgown.
“How do you look so fuckable in grandma pajamas?” she asks, angrily aroused by her very comfortable girlfriend. Jing Yuan squirms sleepily at the touch.
“Maybe you have a grandma kink- ow ow!!” She swats Ren away as she pinches again, harder. “Dan Heng, look at how mean she is to me.”
“Mm,” Dan Heng responds, not listening at all as her hand travels up Jing Yuan's exposed calf, pushing her leg out to reveal the crotch of simple cotton panties. It has cartoonish cats on it.
“Why do I feel like I'm not getting to sleep on time tonight?” Jing Yuan sighs, even as she doesn't fight the hand sliding up her thigh or the one now slipping under the neck of her gown to play with her nipples directly.
“Because you're not,” Ren says, pushing the stretchy neckline down until she can scoop one of Jing Yuan's breasts out.
“If you would be sweet and gentle, I might be able to sleep through it,” Jing Yuan murmurs, her eyes still obstinately closed. “But Ren is mean and likes to bully me, so I'm sure I'll be very tired in the morning.”
“As if you aren't already wet for it,” Ren taunts, squeezing the generous weight of her exposed breast. Dan Heng's fingers slip past the edge of her panties and ghost along her seam, feather-light and refusing to press harder even when she feels the flex of Jing Yuan clenching.
There is wetness at her entrance, and Dan Heng gradually spreads it across her vulva in slow strokes.
“ Jiejie… ” Jing Yuan complains, squirming in place as Ren fishes her other breast out. She knows exactly what she's asking for when she pulls out that old endearment. She sees a return immediately in Ren swatting her breast, the smack more loud than sharp. It bounces on impact, and Dan Heng gets to admire the way they slope to her sides, so large and heavy as her chest rises with breath. Her nipples are large and angle down slightly, and Ren is quick to pop one in her mouth.
Dan Heng happily helps herself as well.
“You're going to stretch it out,” she complains again, and then whines softly. Ren must have added some teeth.
“Then stop wearing shit to bed that makes me want to fuck you,” Ren says, popping off to roll and pinch the slick bud some more.
“An old thrifted nightgown makes you want to fuck me? What is it, the cute sleeves?” Jing Yuan eggs, and Dan Heng takes this as full invitation to start a mental list of toys to grab from the closet.
Jing Yuan was correct. She isn't sleeping any time soon.
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“Dan Heng, please…” Jing Yuan whines.
“Please what?” Dan Heng asks. “More? Is that what you're asking?”
“Nooo,” she groans as Dan Heng squeezes the small bulb in her hand one, two, three more times, increasing the pressure on the two pumps that encircle her nipples.
“Quit complaining.” Ren says between her legs. “I want them swollen and tender tomorrow so you can think about how much you deserve it.”
“For a nightgown?” she groans, as exasperated as she is turned on.
“And the kitty undies,” Dan Heng says.
“And the kitty undies,” Ren agrees as she goes back to lazily finger-fucking her.
Jing Yuan’s head lolls to the side, eyes closing as she huffs out a soft, wanton whine. Ren pulls her fingers out to playfully swat the meat of her pussy.
“Wake up,” she chuckles, about to push back in, when both women freeze to watch their third seize up and groan at the light slap. Her eyes shoot back open, a look of surprise on her face that quickly melts to panic.
“No, that wasn't-”
“Oh that definitely sounded like something , baobei.” Ren says, voice gleeful as her lips twist into a cruel grin.
“No, it’s- fuck -” She pleads as Ren delivers another slap.
“ Fuck ,” Ren repeats, grinning at Dan Heng with a wild, exhilarated look. “Help me.”
Jing Yuan moans miserably as Dan Heng helps Ren spread her thighs up and apart, enough that it parts the thick folds of her pussy, putting her already tender clit on full display with no way to cushion it from impact.
“Still green?” Dan Heng asks. It's important to check in, especially with this being something new for the three of them. Though now that Dan Heng thinks of it, how had they not tried it before now? She blames her own ignorance on her preference for the strap. But Ren, who seems to find any and every excuse to get her fingers in Jing Yuan's cunt, probably should have noticed by now. That's Dan Heng's expert opinion, anyway.
“Green,” Jing Yuan answers, dropping her head back only to roll it again, shifting against them in nervous anticipation. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m going to regret this.”
All three know she won't.
“Don't be ashamed, baobei,” Ren says, her smile as cruel as it is sweet. “We all know you're a slut for it.”
Smack!
“ Jiejie !”
Jing Yuan jolts with a louder cry this time, her entire back arching off the bed as she desperately fists the sheets. Dan Heng leans in close to play with her breasts again, slowly releasing the suction on the pumps. The larger woman whimpers as blood flows freely, bringing with it tender sensation.
“It’s too much,” she begs as Dan Heng takes one into her mouth anyway. It's swollen and plump and warm in her mouth. She really does have a lovely pair of breasts, only enhanced by how sensitive they are. Ren's are large and lovely too, and Dan Heng definitely plans to get her mouth on them later. Those cute pink nipples have been teasing her through the sheer cups of her babydoll all night. But first, she wants to fuck Jing Yuan.
Ren strikes, Jing Yuan makes the most wanton noises known to man, and then Dan Heng sucks her breasts until spit pools down her chin. A quick grope confirms that she's absolutely weeping between her legs too.
“I bet you could come from this,” Dan Heng murmurs. It's met with a despairing sob that she can’t help but laugh at, rising to kiss her on the mouth and rub her side sweetly. “Another night,” she says. It's a promise and a threat. Jing Yuan looks both relieved and exasperated.
“You both get off on bullying me,” she says, petulant and breathless.
“Hard not to when you sound so pretty while we do,” Ren says. She gives one last strike for good measure before leaning back.
“Can I fuck you, Jing Yuan?” Dan Heng asks, tracing a circle around one of her tender nipples. Jing Yuan shudders but nods. “Good girl.”
“She's so weak to that.” Ren rolls her eyes, but does switch places with Dan Heng so she can set up between Jing Yuan's sweat slick thighs. Her pussy is about as puffy as her tits now, and sopping wet. She can't help leaning down for a brief taste.
“Dan Heng–” she chokes, quickly cut off by Ren catching her in a deep, hungry kiss. She fights to talk. “I can't-”
“I know, I know,” she reassures, licking her lips as she retreats. The harness is already set up, she just has to slip it on. She even put Jing Yuan’s favorite cock on it, a pleasantly girthy but not obscenely large dildo with medium firmness, a soft silicone exterior, and a realistic medium tone flesh color. She thinks this is pretty generous of her - she'd almost grabbed one of her favorites to fuck Jing Yuan on, one with girth and length to make her squirm and beg, and ridges on the sides to make her legs shake on each thrust. As fun as that is, Jing Yuan’s been a good sport about tonight. Dan Heng can give her her favorite cock as a reward.
“Here you go, baobei,” she says as she drags the head back and forth across her cunt, gathering glistening slick along it before easing inside. Her entrance swallows the tip immediately, easily, even as Jing Yuan whimpers. Actually, no, that may be more from Ren latching onto one of her nipples, and Dan Heng knows from experience she uses teeth.
“Why are you both so obsessed with them?” she whines, her eyes closed as she grinds the back of her head into her pillow. “What did they ever do to you?”
“They looked at me,” Ren says before diving back in. Dan Heng nods, and then pushes herself in to the hilt.
“ Fuuuck… ” Jing Yuan gasps as it knocks the breath out of her lungs. Dan Heng watches the heave of her chest as she sucks in air, her legs squeezing around the smaller woman. She runs her hand along those thick, sweat-slick thighs in a comforting motion. Ren allows her no such reprieve, making wet noises around the tit in her mouth and roughly groping the other.
“That’s it, baobei.” She says as she starts to move, rolling her hips in short grinding thrusts. “Relax for me. Good girl.”
“Ohh- ah !”
“Not too relaxed,” Ren growls as she switches breasts. The first one glistens with spit, the puffy swollen teat framed by two crescents of teeth marks. Jing Yuan shudders as the other woman’s fingers slide down her stomach and slip back into the wet folds below, massaging around her entrance as Dan Heng thursts in and out of it before going to her clit. Pleasure washes over her with a cry, back arching off the bed.
She looks almost angelic, Dan Heng thinks with the kind of clarity that only comes from making her girlfriends meet god at the end of a girthy strap. The soft light of the bathroom makes the sweat on her skin glisten, just enough to illuminate the blooming kaleidoscope of colors on her skin, a love letter of reds and purples. It catches her hair, a nest behind her head from all her thrashing about, and could almost be like a halo. Jing Yuan in this moment looks like she's descended down in her warm beauty to be devoured. Likewise perhaps, Ren could play the devil, her sharp features and heavy black curls in stark contrast to all Jing Yuan’s softness and radiance. Her teeth are sharp and her tongue sharper as she consumes this sacrifice of the flesh, ravenous in her hunger, dangerous in the way her smile can be sweet as sugar yet sharp like a knife.
Or maybe I'm just really gay, Dan Heng thinks idly to herself as she and Ren's combined efforts make Jing Yuan climax for the… third (or fourth?) time that night, sobbing from overstimulation.
“I'm done,” she groans, trying to pull away, “I'm done, I'm done, I can't- ”
“Shhh,” Blade hushes her, groping hands finally turning gentle as she pulls her back in, pillowing the other woman's face to her chest while Dan Heng carefully withdraws. “It's alright, you're done. You did so well, baobei.”
“Such a good girl for us.” Dan Heng agrees. She crawls up and peppers the overwhelmed woman in soft kisses and soothing touches, until the trembling of her bodies dies down and she slowly melts, tension dissolving her into a puddle on the bed.
“You're- hah - both terrible,” is the first thing Jing Yuan says as she catches her breath. “Incredible. Terrible. Fuck .”
“She's saying she wants to go again,” Ren teases, her red-tipped nails sliding back down Jing Yuan's stomach. The other woman snaps her legs shut in alarm, curling her knees up to her chest and grabbing Ren's wrist with both of her hands.
“ Don't you dare ,” she hisses. “I don't want you to even think about it.”
“Hard not to when you're right here, baobei,” Dan Heng laughs. She shifts Jing Yuan more into Ren’s hold so she can stand, popping her back after such a workout. “Let me clean you up, and then you can rest.”
“You better…” Jing Yuan warns. She continues to grumble unintelligibly as Dan Heng cleans her with a warm wet cloth, as she rubs cool gel on the puffy red skin outside her vagina and curving under her ass. Ren isn't idle either, having grabbed the brush off her nightstand to fix the tangled mess on the back of her head from her thrashing. By the end of it all, Jing Yuan looks comfortably blissed out, tucked back into bed, sans one nightgown. They did put the kitty undies back on, though, because they're considerate girlfriends, and because they really are cute, just like Jing Yuan herself. Dan Heng surveys their work, risen up on her knees with her hands on her hips, feeling quite triumphant.
“Not taking that off?” Ren ribs her, flicking the dildo still strapped to her hips. Dan Heng gives her an innocent look.
“Why would I when I'm going to use it again?” She asks, tone light. Ren pauses.
“Oh?”
“Mhmm.” Dan Heng stands and moves to the opposite end of the large bed, so she won't disturb Jing Yuan too much. Granted, she wouldn’t be surprised if Jing Yuan slept through the entire thing anyway. She could sleep like the dead, if the other two women would let her.
“Right here,” She pats the bed in front of her. Her smile widens as she sees the other woman swallow, her beautiful pale throat flexing. The sheer cups of her babydoll show her nipples in relief against the bathroom light. Her breasts are large like Jing Yuan's, but angle slightly upward with smaller, perkier nipples, so cutely budded and pink. And like Ren said earlier to their now dozing lover, they've been staring at Dan Heng all night.
“It's your turn, baobei.”