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The volume of Orm’s alarm is way too loud. Has it always been this loud? Why is it so loud? And why is it ringing so early? It can’t be time to get up for class, surely not.

But then a shrilly scream sounds from across the room that rivals the alarm. Orm hates it and wants it to stop! She’s tired and sore and she just wants to sleep.

Covering her face with a pillow hardly muffles the sound of the scream and the alarm and… feet? Is there a stampede going on? What is happening!?

Not only is there all of that damn noise, now there’s shaking. Hands on her body, shaking her and yelling at her. Tugging on her arms and her legs and oh god, no, not her feet.

“What the fuck,” Orm grumbles as she throws her pillow aside. Through blurry vision, Orm sees Prig standing above her with wild hair and eyes and… fear? 

“Thank fuck you’re awake,” Prig rushes and pulls on Orm again. “There’s a fire! Get the fuck up!”

That startles Orm out of her exhausted fog that’s settled heavily on her body. “A fire? What?” Orm asks as she stands up, almost tripping on her bunched up blankets. It is then that the smell of smoke permeates her nose. “Oh shit.”

Prig sighs loudly and throws Orm slip ons before ushering her out the door. “Yeah, oh shit, you dumbass! Let’s go!”

Orm doesn’t have the chance to fight back or rather think to fight back because the hallway is filling with smoke fast and people are still running by. It shakes Orm a little, fear building quickly in her chest but now’s not the time to freeze. They have to get out of the building.

Grabbing Prig’s hand, Orm shuts the door roughly and starts running down the hallway, keeping Prig close. She knows they’re all in a hurry to get out. She knows the sounds of the fire alarms are loud and jarring and don’t help at all with anxiety and fear. Yes, Orm wants everyone out safe and sound but Prig’s squeezing Orm’s hand so tightly and painfully, Orm has to get her out fast.

There’s just the unfortunate fact that the hallway is tight and cramped and there’s only one set of stairs that lead to the exit and they’re on the third floor and Orm can’t get through the crowd fast enough. She glances back at Prig and the sight of her best friend looking so scared and panicked makes Orm grit her teeth and push forward.

Orm does apologize along the way when she shoulders people a little too hard and steps on toes but if Prig passes out then they’re all doomed. If anything, they’re lucky the smoke is less dense the farther they get away from the fire which by the look of it started at the end of the third floor.

Sirens from emergency services get closer as Orm and Prig descend the stairs to the second floor. By the time they’re at the first floor, firefighters are at the doors ushering students through. A few of them force students to the side so they can make their way up and assist. 

When fresh air hits Orm in the face, she almost collapses but Prig’s arms around her in an instant. So they both stumble forward a bit but Orm keeps them up. She covers Prig’s arms and comforts her as much as she can with that simple touch.

After a few minutes of Prig trying to catch her breath and Orm trying to orient herself, Orm pulls out of Prig’s arms and looks her over. Color has returned to Prig’s face and some of the fear has gone and Orm smiles. They’re okay. They made it out in one piece.

“You okay?” Orm asks because she has to. She needs to hear Prig say it.

Nodding, Prig manages her own smile albeit shaky. “Yeah, I’m okay. You?”

“I am,” Orm confirms, nudging Prig a bit. She looks around and sees people in different states of consciousness. “What time is it?”

Prig groans as she pats her pockets, “I forgot my phone, fuck.” Prig looks back at the building. “Do you think they’d let me get it?”

Just then a loud explosion happens making them both flinch. Orm feels heat caressing her skin before she even sees the fire billowing. “Yeah, I think you’re gonna have to wait a few.”

The commotion gets louder after the explosion. More fire trucks arrive, more police and ambulances, and more people. News reporters and university officials and…

“Orm!” 

Turning, Orm sees Lingling running towards them. The fear in her eyes makes Orm whine. Before Orm knows it, she’s wrapped up tightly in Lingling’s arms. So tightly that it makes it hard to breathe but Orm doesn’t care because she’d rather suffocate by Lingling than by smoke.

Lingling pulls back and looks Orm over, trying to see if Orm was hurt in any way. Orm lets her, doesn’t shy away from how intense it all is. She welcomes it.

Satisfied, Lingling pulls Prig into a hug and it hurts because Prig hiccups and starts crying. She was fine just a moment ago, joking about her phone… but now she’s holding Lingling tightly and crying into her shoulder. 

Orm catches Lingling’s eyes over Prig’s head. Neither smile or say anything, just stare until Prig loosens her grip. 

“I’m so sorry, Professor Kwong,” Prig mumbles as she wipes at her eyes. She looks sheepishly as she looks between Orm and Lingling, “I don’t know what came over me.”

Lingling tsks as she pushes a strand of hair behind Prig’s ear. “Don’t apologize, Prig. It’s scary what’s happening.”

Trying to make the mood lighter, Orm elbows Prig lightly and says, “save some of those tears for Brick. I’m sure he’ll make you feel better than we can.”

Prig chuckles at that and rolls her eyes. She shoots Orm a little smirk, says, “I don’t know… I’ve heard some things Lingling’s done to you.”

“Prig,” Orm huffs, shoving her shoulder. Lingling laughs softly next to Orm, her hand resting on the small of Orm’s back.

“Okay, okay,” Prig sighs, sounding better and less nervous. “I’ll stop only because you’re finally, officially dating.”

“Prig!” A deep voice yells from behind Prig. She turns around and squeals, rubbing into Brick’s arms. “Hey, as soon as I heard about the fire, I came rushing,” Brick says as he holds Prig back, looking her over. Similar to how Lingling did with Orm. “Sorry I didn’t get here sooner, there was a shit ton of traffic. Are you okay?”

Lingling tugs on Orm’s hand and pulls them away from Prig and Brick, giving them some privacy. They move a few feet away and Orm leans into Lingling, sighing as her arm wraps loosely around Orm’s waist.

The fire is mostly out but there’s still large clouds of black smoke spilling out through broken windows. It seems like the fire spread to several other dorms, charred black walls crumbling under fire and water. Orm and Prig’s dorm looks untouched but Orm has a feeling they’re not going to be able to stay there, not for a while.

It sucks because Orm really liked her dorm. She made it her own, made it feel like home away from home. Especially with Prig there. Everything was symbiotic. But now Orm and Prig are homeless. She wonders if the university is going to offer some sort of help or compensation.

Orm must’ve sighed because Lingling pulls Orm in closer, holding her softer. Orm sags against her, letting her hold some of her weight. 

“You okay?” Lingling asks, voice low and concerned. She noses at Orm's temple.

“Yeah, mostly,” Orm tells her, though her brows furrow. “Just thinking about where me and Prig are gonna stay.”

Lingling scoffs and turns on Orm. “What do you mean? You’re staying with me.”

There’s a hint of disbelief in Lingling’s voice, offended and confused. She says it like it was always the only option. Orm didn't entertain that thought, not wanting to be a burden to Lingling. Especially since they’re finally dating, Orm didn’t want to mess it up.

“And yes, Prig too if she wants to,” Lingling adds before Orm can even ask. Orm looks at Prig who’s smiling at Brick, wide and happy. It seems like Prig’s living situation is resolved if by the way she turned her grin onto Orm.

Prig hops in place before jogging to Orm and Lingling. Out of breath, Prig exclaims, “Brick said I can stay at his apartment!”

Brick walks up to them a little more slower than Prig but his smile's just as big. He sidles up to Prig and wraps his arm around her shoulders. “Orm,” Brick says, watching Orm’s expression, “I hope that’s okay?”

Orm laughs despite the silly warmth she feels at Brick’s ask of permission. “More than okay,” Orm smirks, “gets her out of my hair for a bit. She’s all yours.”

“Hey!” Prig pouts, crossing her arms. “I’m not that bad! Admit it, you’re gonna miss me.”

“I’m gonna miss,” Orm taps her chin as if she’s thinking, “not having to hear hurricane Prig every morning.” Orm laughs at Prig’s scoff and turns to Brick, “have fun with that.”

Brick laughs, his eyes shining with fondness - Orm has to admit, Brick is a pretty boy - and then he laughs harder. Confused, Orm looks around and sees Prig and Lingling staring at her. 

Nervously, Orm asks, “what?”

It doesn’t take Prig long to break into a mischievous grin. “Are you hitting on my boyfriend? The offer to join us is still available.”

“What?” Orm exclaims at the same time as Brick.

“What? When was that offer… offered?” Brick asks, confused. He chanced a glance at Lingling, his eyes a little wide. 

Orm looks at Lingling and almost bursts out laughing. She is so red in the face, hands clenched at her sides. Orm almost forgot what happened until Lingling turns on her.

“Do you want to say that again, Orm?” Lingling asks through clenched teeth. 

“I don’t even know what I-” It hit Orm just then… she must’ve said her thought out loud. “Oh, god… I said Brick’s a pretty boy aloud, didn’t I?”

“You might’ve…” Prig giggles. She grabs Brick’s arm and wraps it around her neck, holding his hand on her chest. “Think about it, pretty girl.” Orm watches Prig lead Brick to the firefighters standing in front of their dorm building.

Holding her breath, Orm faces Lingling and smiles sheepishly. Lingling does not look too content. “Ling, baby, I didn’t mean that in any other way than him being cute,” Orm says softly, taking Lingling’s clenched fist gingerly.

Lingling sucks in her cheeks and closes her eyes. It was such a silly interaction, if Orm thought about it. It really shouldn’t have garnered this kind of reaction from Lingling. They’re literally dating, Orm doesn’t have her eyes on any other person than Lingling.

“I know,” Lingling says after a deep breath. She flattens her lips and looks at where Prig and Brick are. “It just took me by surprise… he is a pretty boy, though.”

Trying to lighten the mood, Orm drops her voice and asks, “down for a foursome?”

“I hope you know comments like that are only going to get you in trouble.” Lingling lightly taps Orm’s cheek three times before she walks away.

Oh.

Okay.

Right, right, right… 

Orm has to think of several things to keep her from getting hard as she watches Lingling and her sexy, swaying hips. 

“Fuck,” Orm breathes. She tugs on the bottom hem of her sleep shirt, holding it to cover the bulge visible through her sweats.

///

Bottom lip throbbing, Orm closes her eyes as pressure forces a guttural moan up her throat. She’s trying hard to keep from thrusting into the bed. If she does that, she loses the pressure momentarily and that seems like a fate she doesn’t want at this moment.

No, she needs it. She’s begging for it. Pleading please don’t stop, please, more, please, Ling…

But her dick is throbbing, practically pulsing at the base, release on the edge of drowning Orm. She is so close… so fucking- 

“Ling,” Orm sobs when Lingling pulls away, leaving Orm panting. She thrusts her ass back, hips shaking with need. “What the fu- why- where- baby.”

An evil laugh sounds from behind Orm. She doesn’t have the energy to turn around to look at the evil woman denying Orm her orgasm. But she does hear a package being opened, a bottle uncapping. 

“Are you ready?” Lingling’s sultry voice penetrates through the fog in Orm’s head. Ready for what? Orm almost asks but then she feels cool gel being spread around her asshole. “The first one is small but I think you can take it.”

In the state that Orm’s in, she wants to yell that she’s ready for the actual dildo but she knows that’s just the begging arousal speaking. So Orm just nods her head and pushes her ass back again.

“No, I need to hear you say it,” Lingling states as she rubs the plug on Orm’s asshole. “Or we stop.”

Orm does not want that. “Want, Ling, ready,” Orm pants. The pressure of the plug is growing; Lingling is pressing the rounded tip in. “Please, please.”

Lingling moans along with Orm as she pushes, pushes, pushes the plug in. Orm can feel the thick base at her asshole. She knows it’s not fully in but the feeling is making her gasp, pant, moan. She just wants it already.

“Slowly, baby,” Lingling murmurs. She’s spreading Orm’s ass open with one hand, pushing in and pulling out. Orm can feel her hot pants. “It’s small but I want it to feel good.”

“S’good,” Orm breathes, eyes closed in focus. “Good. In, please.”

Kisses are pressed all over Orm’s ass. Sucking and teething and the plug is being pushed in and in and in and there’s a slight pop as the plug is fully in Orm’s ass. 

“Oh, fuck,” Orm groans, jaw parting, saliva spilling out. Orm laughs deliriously at the feeling. Lingling’s finger felt good, this feels even better.

Lingling massages and squeezes both ass cheeks, her breaths heavy. “How does it feel?”

“Like I’m gonna shit but in a good way,” Orm responds, swaying her hips back and forth. Her mind lost on the feeling.

“Well,” Lingling laughs and presses a kiss to thick flesh. She pushes lightly on the plug’s end, humming at the gasp Orm makes. “That’s one way to describe it.”

The motion keeps going but the pressure grows gradually until Orm can’t catch her breaths anymore. Her dick is throbbing again and Orm thinks she might just come again without touching her dick. She kind of wants to… the feeling of her ass plugged and cumming hands-free?

“Can I come, Ling, please,” Orm asks, her hips pushing back into Lingling’s touch, thrusting forward, hard dick twitching with the movement. It’s building intensely, heatedly, tightly…the coil is about to-

“In my mouth,” Lingling rasps, sounding almost gone despite her earlier laugh. She pushes Orm’s legs open and slides in between them so she’s at level with Orm’s dick. “Want me to suck you off?”

Orm shakes her head. “No, no, want to come with no touch,” Orm says, her dick hovered over Lingling’s parted lips, tongue licking along the pretty, pink skin. “Uh- can you touch the plug? Push.”

Lingling pushes on it roughly, making Orm thrust into her open, waiting mouth. Orm gasps loudly, deep in her chest, and squeezes her eyes shut. Just that push alone makes a dribble of cum spill out. 

“Holy fuck,” Orm groans. She looks down at Lingling, wanting to tell her to do that again, but the words die on her tongue at the completely gone look on Lingling’s face. 

Chest heaving with breaths, tongue pushing on the back of her bottom lip, eyes so glazed and dark, one hand between Orm’s ass, the other touching herself with fervor. Lingling looks up and catches Orm’s gaze and a broken smirk, pushes on the plug again and that’s it. 

Orm’s head drops, saliva dripping, pooling on the blanket, as her hips rock into Lingling’s mouth, squirting ropes of cum into her messily. Lingling moans, gags, around the cum filling her mouth as her own hips lift with her orgasm. Her hand on the plug does not release the pressure. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Orm babbles, dick spasming intensely from Lingling’s lips wrapped around the head. Orm can feel her own cum thick on Lingling’s tongue as she spreads it on her dick.

Not able to take any more, Orm taps out and pulls away from Lingling, flopping over onto her back. Through sheer force, Orm looks over at Lingling and feels that heated molten coil pull tightly in her lower stomach. 

Lingling is watching Orm with hooded, glazed over eyes, Orm’s cum coating Lingling’s lips. In her haze, Lingling lets some cum drip down the side of her mouth before smiling and swallowing Orm’s load.

“Taste so good, baby,” Lingling murmurs, her smile softening. “So thick and warm going down my throat.” She gathers the cum that leaked out on her finger and offers it to Orm, “taste.”

Orm does. She grabs Lingling’s hand and sucks on her coated finger. Orm has eaten her own cum before, wasn’t something she cared for, but eating it from Lingling’s own hand… it’s different. There’s a taste to it that isn’t her own. Orm looks down at Lingling’s hand and sees it shining with her slick.

Opening up Lingling’s fist, Orm all but shoves Lingling’s coated fingers into her mouth. She licks and sucks and cleans up every inch she can of Lingling’s hand. She’s practically fucking her mouth with it in her crazed haze to have a taste of Lingling’s heady musk.

“Hey,” Lingling chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to Orm’s temple. She pulls her hand out of Orm’s grasp and Orm pouts, she wasn’t done with that! Lingling smooths her thumb along Orm’s bottom lip and sighs contently. “You did so good, baby girl.”

Huffing, Orm snuggles up to Lingling’s side, says quietly, “had a good teacher.” Orm kisses Lingling’s collarbone and looks up at her, “I came without touching again.”

“You did,” Lingling nods, her lips puckering like she’s holding something back. She exhales through her nose, mutters, “it’s so fucking hot when you do that.” Then she adds sullenly, “you’re not going to need my mouth anymore.”

“I’m always going to need your mouth,” Orm laughs, comforting a pouting Lingling. “Trust me, if I could have a mold of your mouth to fuck into when you’re not around, I would… oh, and one of your pussy too.”

Groaning, Lingling throws her head back into the pillow. “You literally won’t need me.”

That’s the dumbest thing Orm’s ever heard. There is no world that exists that Orm wouldn’t need Lingling… but Orm won’t say that just yet. There was already that moment where Lingling almost slipped and told Orm she… well.

Orm giggles and throws her leg over Lingling’s, her arm crawling across Lingling’s chest and pulling her tight against Orm. “Please,” Orm says, sniffing the sweat dried on Lingling’s neck. “I need you to tell me I’m a good girl… and punish me. Is a mold of you gonna do that? No!”

“Wow, so that’s all I’m good for, huh?” Lingling sulks but Orm can hear the tease in her tone. Orm nips the skin where neck meets shoulder. “You’re really going to treat your girlfriend like this?”

“God, no,” Orm answers quickly. Orm straddles Lingling, her hands resting on Lingling’s shoulders, murmurs, “I’m also going to treat her to a proper fucking.”

“Is that right?” Lingling breathes, hands snaking up Orm’s thighs.

Watching as one of Lingling’s hands cup her balls and the other the base of her dick, Orm grits her teeth and holds back from rolling her hips. The act reminds her that the butt plug is still in her and the feeling of it comes back. It makes her breath hitch just as Lingling tugs on her dick.

The sound makes Lingling moan and her eyes light up. “The butt plug… are you going to fuck me while still wearing it?”

“Yes,” Orm nods, tongue swiping across her bottom lip. Moving off of Lingling and spreading her legs, Orm starts stroking her dick and smirks at how wet Lingling is. “So pretty for me, baby. Can’t wait to make you come all over me.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” Lingling challenges and that’s all Orm needs to thrust hard into her.

///

Orm has slept over at Lingling’s numerous times, sometimes for days on end. She’d be lying if she didn’t have thoughts of never wanting to leave. Thoughts of waking up in Lingling’s warmth and there were a lot of different ways that warmth came in.

Sometimes it was Orm cuddling into Lingling, snuggling into her neck. Sometimes it was the other way around, usually when Lingling wasn’t feeling too well. Sweet mornings, calm and plenty restful. Just happy to have each other.

Sometimes it was Lingling’s arms wrapped around Orm from behind… sometimes Orm was spooning Lingling which a lot of the time ended with Orm absentmindedly rocking her hips into Lingling because how could she not get hard? 

Sometimes, though… sometimes Orm was awoken by Lingling’s mouth. Warm and wet and so fucking good as she sucked Orm off. Her little hums and moans break through Orm’s sleep, the pressure of her lips wrapped around the head, fingers pressing hard into her hips. Orm coming suddenly, fully awakening Orm.

Sometimes, on rare occasions, it would be Lingling fucking herself on Orm’s hard-on, hips rolling and hushed breaths. Orm would wake up when Lingling rocked faster, her orgasm impending. Orm would blink open at the feeling, wet and rushed and tight walls contracting around her dick. Orm groaned awake as she came at the same time as Lingling.

It was all so fucking good. Orm loved waking up to Lingling, in any and all ways.

And now that Orm was actually living with Lingling - albeit temporarily - it was all the better. Orm didn’t have to worry about rushing around. She had a lot of her things there; her own dresser for her stuff, half of Lingling’s closet, even more snacks and food she liked. It was perfect, and it’s only been a week.

“Ling! Want me to make you lunch? I’m kinda hungry.” Orm asks as she looks in the fridge. There isn’t much in there but she can scrounge enough to put together something edible.

Walking into the kitchen, Lingling looks over Orm’s shoulder and huffs. “Hmm, not too many options. Want to go grocery shopping?”

“Yeah, sure,” Orm agrees and closes the fridge. She turns around and smiles, “let me go change and then we can go?”

“Sounds good,” Lingling responds. She leans forward to press a kiss to Orm’s forehead but stops, smirks. “Actually… I have a proposition. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Orm stares at Lingling, a little bit of fear bleeding into the excitement that fills Orm. She knows the tone Lingling used. So she follows Lingling and breathes deeply. Lingling is going through their fun drawer Orm named it and pulls out a butt plug. The next size up.

Oh.

Swallowing, Orm eyes the plug before asking Lingling, “you want me to wear that to the store?”

Lingling nods, her smirk growing. She traces along the body of the plug, says, “yes, I do. Prepare you for the next size and moving with it. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

It would be fun. But Orm’s not sure she’d be able to handle the feeling. She didn’t do any of that with the smallest size. Would she be able to walk properly? Would she be able to keep herself from getting hard? What if she came? She’s already done that once in the store, that was embarrassing enough.

At Orm’s silence, Lingling dips her head and catches Orm’s eyes. “You don’t have to, okay? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can practice this size la-”

“I’ll do it,” Orm says quickly, mind made up. She’s going to throw caution to the wind. “I want to. I wanna wear it.”

“Are you sure, Orm?” Orm nods her assent. “You’re saying yes because you want to, right? Not because I want you to?”

Blushing, Orm slides her hand down Lingling’s arm and grabs her hand. She lifts it and holds the plug between them. “I’m saying yes because I want to. So, help me?”

Lingling chuckles and bites her bottom lip. She looks so excited to be doing this and maybe a little turned on. Orm doesn’t blame her, she feels the same way even if she’s still a little nervous about it. But she does want to do this. 

Pulling the lube out of the drawer, Lingling motions for Orm to slide down her pants and rest on the bed. “Lift your hips and spread yourself,” Lingling tells Orm, voice husky. Orm listens and holds her breath. “Good girl.”

The cool drop of lube makes Orm gasp, the feeling of it sliding down her crack. When Lingling’s finger joins the lube, spreading it around Orm’s asshole, has Orm muffling her moan into the mattress. 

A slender tip pushes lightly into Orm’s asshole, warming her up for a larger intrusion. Lingling pushes more and more in, slowly, carefully, checking in on Orm before she starts fingering in a second finger. The stretch is almost too much but Lingling goes even more slowly, her other hand squeezing Orm’s ass cheek in a comforting manner.

It takes a few minutes for Orm to adjust to the two fingers. It feels like the smallest plug and it’s nice now. Lingling murmurs quietly that this size will feel like three fingers and she checks in on Orm again to see if she wants to do it. Orm nods, muffling yes.

The tip of the plug is at her asshole, circling it a few times before Lingling starts to slowly push it in. Just as the first time, Lingling eases it in and out, letting Orm’s asshole grow around it. Lingling is murmuring affirmations, telling Orm what a good girl she is, how she’s taking it so well, how Lingling is proud of her, how pretty she looks like this. 

With the feeling of the plug pushing deeper and deeper into her and Lingling’s sweet words, Orm’s hard. Like really hard. Like she’s throbbing and she has to keep from thrusting her hips into the mattress. Especially when the thick base of the plug is trying to push in.

It’s making Orm gasp and groan, a pool of saliva wetting the cover. Lingling is still murmuring, one hand helping spread Orm more, the other pushing with a bit more pressure to get the thick base fully in. Lingling is panting, Orm is trembling, and the plug is finally pushed all the way in.

“Oh fuck,” Orm whimpers, her ass pushing back against Lingling’s hands. It’s definitely a more fuller feeling, and so much better. “Ling, need to come, please.”

“Turn around,” Lingling husks and her voice makes Orm’s dick twitch. Helping Orm, Lingling pulls Orm to the edge and she falls to her knees. She licks one broad stroke up the hard shaft and tongues the head. Orm thrusts up into Lingling’s mouth, making her gag. “Do it again,” Lingling mutters, saliva dripping down her chin.

Orm does, she fucks into Lingling’s mouth, panting every time Lingling gags. The butt plug is tight in her asshole, giving fullness and friction with every thrust. Orm’s hands thread into Lingling’s hair and holds her still, her hips trembling with an impending orgasm.

Lingling’s hands are gripping low on Orm’s hips, trying to keep from gagging too much and Orm is lost in it all. Then Lingling wraps lips fully, teeth lightly scraping along the hard shaft and it sends Orm overboard. 

Pulling away quickly, Lingling flinches as cum squirts on her face but she doesn’t let it stop her. She strokes Orm’s dick quickly, up and down, twisting, squeezing the head. Orm is moaning, hips lifted in the air, leaning back on her hands, eyes hooded as she looks down at Lingling who is covered in Orm’s cum.

Some is dripping down her face, some she’s able to lick off. The white of it contrasts beautifully with the pink flush on Lingling’s cheeks. Orm’s arms give out and she falls back, throwing an arm over her eyes as she pants.

Lingling presses a kiss to the tip of Orm’s dick and sighs. She slaps Orm’s thighs and sighs, climbing onto the bed and throwing Orm’s aside. Blinking until her vision clears, Orm sees that Lingling is naked from the waist down. Thighs slick with arousal.

Oh.

It’s her turn now. Lingling is at Orm’s head, pushing sweaty hair back and she smiles. It’s sweet in its needy arousal. Orm licks her lips, watching as Lingling straddles her face and lowers herself without warning. 

Orm inhales Lingling’s heady musk, a rumbling vibrating in her chest. Her arms wrap around the back of Lingling’s thighs and holds tightly, helping Lingling situate correctly before she starts lapping at wet, swollen folds. Lingling lets out a tight moan, her hands covering Orm’s on her thighs.

It’s getting harder to breathe as Lingling starts rolling her hips quicker, rocking into Orm’s face, lost in her need to come. Orm is trying to keep up, licking and sucking as much as she could. Lingling’s squeezing her thighs tight around Orm’s head, her breathing getting rougher, moans more frequently.

Gripping thighs tightly, Orm wraps her lips around Lingling’s hard clit and sucks. She tongues it as she sucks and Lingling is trembling as she comes all over Orm’s face. She’s fallen forward, hands on either side of Orm’s head, eyes closed, mouth parted open, saliva dripping. 

Orm slows her ministrations until Lingling’s twitching, pushing at her head to stop. Lingling flops over with a heavy, content sigh, chest heaving as she catches her breath. She starts laughing after a moment, head lolling to look at Orm. Her smile is so, so pretty.

“Should we just order in tonight?” Lingling asks. She sounds as spent as Orm feels.

As much as Orm liked the thought of wearing the plug out in public, the thought of staying home is too great a want to deny. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a splendid idea,” Orm murmurs, her eyes drooping in sleepiness. “Can I still keep the plug in, though?”

“You don’t have to ask me, baby, but I would love that,” Lingling says with a quick wink. Her eyes flick over Orm’s face, “you have a little something right…” Leaning over, Lingling licks across Orm’s lips and chin, “there.”

Orm laughs and turns her face away from Lingling’s need tongue. “As much as I love when you clean me up,” Orm giggles and pushes at Lingling’s shoulder to keep her back, “I’m sticky and starving.”

Sighing, Lingling pulls away from Orm and huffs. “Fine but only because I just remembered I’m covered in your cum.”

“Oops,” Orm smirks, cheeks heating at the sight. “I got to give it to you, though, you look stunning like that.”

“You’re so annoying,” Lingling laughs. She pushes herself up and stretches her arms. “Let’s shower and order some food. You look like you’re ready to pass out.”

That’s exactly how Orm feels. She feels satiated and content and her body is ready to slacken and rest. But Orm is really hungry so she follows Lingling. “Okay, but we are not having sex in there, or I might actually pass out!”

“No promises,” Lingling teases from the bathroom.

///

It’s a few days later and they’re finally grocery shopping.

It’s mid afternoon and the store is fairly empty. The university is on a week long break so Orm assumes a lot of people traveled, going on vacation. Orm wanted to bring up doing something like with Lingling but she didn’t build the courage to.

Which is fine! Orm honestly doesn’t mind staying home and chilling. She really is a homebody and Lingling is too, so it works out. Maybe next time they could do something though. It sounds fun to be in a new place with Lingling.

Even doing mundane things like grocery shopping with Lingling is fun. She’s always so focused on finding food that’s healthy, low in fat and high in protein. There’s currently 3 boxes of eggs in their cart and like 3 bundles of bananas. It’s endearing if not a little weird but Orm is not going to make fun of Lingling… at least not too much.

So Orm follows Lingling around, down every aisle, slowly, so they don’t miss anything. Pushing the cart is usually a good time but at the pace they’re going, it’s like they’re standing still.

But it’s fine because Lingling is muttering under her breath as she reads through ingredients. It’s fine because Orm gets to watch her. It’s fine because Orm’s heart does a happy little beat, fond of her girlfriend.

The next aisle is dedicated for pets and Orm doesn’t know why Lingling is taking them down it. There’s a weird look on her face that catches Orm’s attention but she doesn’t question Lingling, just follows her until they stop at the collars and leashes.

Lingling fingers a thick collar, Orm stares a little bit confused. “What do you think about a pet?”

Furrowing her brows, Orm says, “what do I- I mean, I like them! You know I have my dog, Uni, and have had a few other types. Why? Are you thinking about getting one?”

“Thinking about it. I wanted your thoughts.” Lingling’s eyes are on the collar still, a curious crease at the corners.

“Well, you have your dogs Charsiu and Tofu already. Are you thinking of another dog or something else?” Lingling’s dogs are currently staying at her mom’s place momentarily until Lingling can bring them back. Orm knows she misses them so this has to be about Lingling being… lonely? 

Lingling chuckles softly as she looks over at Orm. Her lips quirk in a little pout. “I thought a cat would be nice but I’m unfortunately allergic.”

“A cat would be nice, low maintenance and all that.” Orm thinks of other pets, some that she had. “You also don’t seem like a bird, reptile, or anything else other than a dog type.”

“Hmm. Yeah, you’re right. Maybe a pup would do,” Lingling says, head tilting, eyes shining with something Orm can’t quite put a name to.

But it doesn’t matter because a puppy would be adorable. Lingling and her would have so much fun with a tiny little four-legged friend. “A puppy? That would be so cute! What breed?”

Humming, Lingling turns her sharp gaze onto Orm. Her voice has a lilt to it that makes Orm blink. “I am partial to golden retrievers… pretty ones, with pretty brown eyes and soft golden-brown hair. Energetic, cuddly, sweet.” Lingling takes a leather collar off the hook and holds it up to Orm’s eye level. “Thoughts on collars?”

Orm looks at the collar and hums. “Personally, I like leather collars. Uni is too small and fluffy for one but I think they’re more… appealing.”

“I agree. I think my pup would look so pretty with a leather collar.” It’s odd the way Lingling says that but Orm pushes that thought aside. Lingling does like dogs a lot, especially golden retrievers. 

“Yeah, right…” Orm says slowly. Orm takes the collar and holds it between her fingers. It’s smooth and thick. “I like a buckle like this. Maybe have their name imprinted on it. So people know who the puppy belongs to.” 

A breathy laugh slips through Lingling’s smirk. She eyes Orm with a lazy gaze. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” Orm agrees. “With a matching leash. Round the look.” Orm hangs the collar back up and asks, “are you really thinking about getting one?”

“I am,” Lingling murmurs, that lazy gaze sharpening. “I actually have a pup in mind already.”

Shocked, Orm grabs Lingling’s arm and tugs, pouting. “Ling! Do you really? Why haven’t you told me?”

Lingling chuckles, low and knowing. A secret only Lingling knows. It makes Orm’s stomach twist. “Let’s talk about this later, yeah? I want you to mull it over - being a pup for me.”

Now that phrasing stops Orm in her tracks. Why did she say it like that? “…being a pup for you? Don’t you mean, getting a pup with you? Also, you’d want to get a dog with me?”

“Ah, right, slip of tongue,” Lingling chuckles breathlessly. There’s a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. “And of course, I always thought you’d be good as a pup… owner.”

“Weird way to say that since I have my own dog and all…” Orm is shooting Lingling a questioning look but Lingling is just smiling at her, blushing and quiet. “But yeah, I think I would be too.”

Nodding once, Lingling takes the cart from Orm’s hand and walks down the rest of the aisle. She doesn’t stop once to look at anything else.

///

The food stalls Prig’s leading Orm past are making her stomach growl with a hunger that Orm doesn’t usually feel. Everything smells so good and if she were with Lingling, they’d be ordering something from each stall.

But Prig has a specific stall in mind, her favorite one - Orm, you have to try their ramen. You’ll cum on the spot. That made Orm want to unfriend Prig on the spot but Prig laughed, head thrown back, loud and joyful, and Orm could only roll her eyes, fond of her vulgar friend.

At each stall, Orm looks at them with a frown, wanting so badly to try that, oh and that, oh my god, that looks so fucking good, what is that? Doesn’t matter, I need to try it… 

Prig’s hand is warm and sweaty around Orm’s wrist. She’s pulling Orm along, talking about something - Orm isn’t paying attention, it’s almost impossible with how her stomach is twisting in on itself - and flailing her other hand. 

Which, now that she’s thinking about it, when Brick opened the door to his place and saw Orm standing there, relief flooded his face. He quickly shook it off and let Orm inside, telling her Prig was almost ready, all but yelling for Prig to hurry up. Orm remembers how he quickly pecked Prig and shoved her out the door. Neither of them thought anything of it.

But now… it all makes sense. Brick isn’t use to Prig’s constant chatter, constant motion, her inability to chill the fuck out for more than 30 minutes. Orm chuckles at the sight of his grateful, relieved eyes as he closed the door behind them. Orm doesn’t blame him one bit.

They finally make it to the stall Prig was talking about. It’s a smaller stand than the rest of them but it’s not lacking customers. Prig is telling Orm about the bowl she gets compared to the one Brick likes. They both sound delicious and at this point, Orm might just order both.

“Hey, no, I’m paying,” Prig grunted. She pulls out her wallet and waves her card at Orm. “This thing has a limited budget. You choose one bowl.”

Groaning, Orm crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine, I guess I’ll just starve to death because my best friend is poor.”

Prig snorts and elbows Orm hard in the ribs. “Okay, show off. Not all of us can have a rich, hot girlfriend taking care of us.”

Okay, so maybe Orm could’ve worded that better but instead, she shrugs and looks at Prig pointedly. “Sucks to suck, doesn’t it?”

Surprisingly, Prig ignores the comment. Prig never ends something without having the last word. It almost makes Orm apologize but it’s their turn to order. Prig gives her order then Orm does and what it comes time to pay, Prig just stands there, hands behind her back. She stares at Orm with a not so innocent look.

“Right,” Orm shakes her head. She pulls out her card and pays for their meals. She thanks the lady and follows Prig to an empty table. Once they’re seated, Orm glares. “Seriously, Prig?”

“What?” Prig says, shoulders shrugging, playing dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Anyway,” Orm emphasizes, giving Prig another pointed look before she asks, “how are things going with Brick? It’s been a couple weeks living together.”

That question makes Prig grin, wide and happy. She leans forward and says excitedly, “so fucking good! He’s so, like, calm and easy going. I thought for sure he’d be weird about having his space invaded.”

Orm smiles, happy that her best friend is happy. Prig’s eyes shine like they usually do when she has juicy gossip to share. “That’s great, Prig. He seems like a really good guy. I’m glad it’s going well.”

“Better than well,” Pring smirks. She lowers her voice, says, “he’s also really attentive, if you know what I mean.” Unfortunately, Orm does know what she means. “I know you and Lingling have sex all the time and now I understand the perks of having an almost constantly hard dick around.”

“Prig,” Orm groans, cheeks heating embarrassedly. “God, don’t say things like that! I don’t need to know about all of that.” Looking around, Orm mutters, “and I’m not always hard. I’m, like, fine most of the time.”

Making quotes with her fingers, Prig smirks. “Most of the time… sure, Orm.” Prig ducks and looks under the table, voice muffled as she says, “you get hard from just thinking about Lingling.”

Orm swings her leg and kicks Prig on her shin. Prig groans and sits up, pouting sadly. Orm doesn’t feel that bad. “It’s what you deserve,” Orm mutters. “I’ve learned to control that better, okay?”

“Right, whatever you say,” Prig says, waggling her eyebrows. The stall owner brings over their bowls of ramen, silencing Prig momentarily. When she leaves, Prig leans closer and asks quietly, “so have you guys put your purchases to good use yet?”

Sometimes Prig baffles Orm. They have been friends for so long and yet, Prig can be a mystery. Orm knows almost everything about Prig but she doesn’t think she’ll ever understand how Prig can go from a tangled mess of thoughts to a one-track mind. And that one-track mind is almost always sexual.

“Why do you always have to ask sexual things?” Orm groans. She shoots Prig an exasperated look and goes back to her ramen. “Eat. The food’s getting cold.”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” Prig cackles as she twirls ramen around her chopsticks. 

They eat in silence for a blessed 5 minutes - a record, Orm’s sure of it - until Prig puts her chopsticks down and leans forward. “Can I ask you something?” Judging from the weirdly serious tone, Orm nods. “Does it really bother you when I ask you about your sexual endeavors with Lingling?”

It’s a question Orm never thought she’d get from Prig. It does bother Orm to an extent but she knows she always ends up answering in the end. 

“Kinda?” Orm says, tilting her head. “I guess… maybe sometimes it’s too much? Like, I know you’re just curious and all that but I don’t know.” Orm shrugs her shoulders. Prig looks like she seems to understand but the furrow between her brows makes Orm add, “It doesn’t bother me to the point where it makes me upset. I get exasperated more than anything. Can I ask why you’re always asking?”

“I don’t know,” Prig says, thinning her lips in a slight frown. “I mean, yeah, I’m curious. Like you have a, you know-” Prig whispers and looks around to make sure no one’s paying them any attention. “And you’ve always been so reserved, though you kinda still are? And now you have this super sexy babe who’s rocking your world… I don’t want to say I’m jealous because I don’t think that’s it but maybe more so living vicariously through you?”

Orm smiles, understanding now why Prig is always so interested in Orm and Lingling’s relationship. “Okay, that makes sense but you know,” Orm raises her brows, “you can ask Brick if he’s interested in things. Bring up things that you might be interested in trying. I don’t think there’s any harm in that.”

“You think?” Prig asks, pursing her lips in thought. “I mean, he’s a guy and they get a little tense when it comes to sexual things that aren’t quite the norm.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true… but maybe bring up something that isn’t too crazy?” Orm is watching Prig closely, trying to understand the many expressions flickering on her face. “What do you have in mind?”

Prig blushes, like actually blushes - a sight Orm’s rarely ever seen. “I kinda wanna peg him but I doubt he’d ever be into that.”

Laughing, Orm shakes her head. “Right, right… Yeah, that might be a thing for later in the relationship. How about something a little less intense like…” Orm thinks about the things she’s done with Lingling, things that weren’t too crazy early on in their relationship. “Are you into-”

“Choking!” Prig exclaims and her cheeks blush even more. She clears her throat, “have you tried that yet?”

“Hmm,” Orm hums, tapping her chin. “I think briefly? I think it was something we were gonna practice little by little since it can get dangerous if not done properly.”

The way Prig’s face falls makes Orm chuckle. “Shit, that’s right. I don’t want either of us passing out in the throes of our passion.” Prig winks. “What else is there?”

“I mean, there’s a lot. You can try restraints, maybe being blindfolded?” Orm remembers one of her and Lingling’s recent acts. She tries hard to not blush too much. 

But it’s Prig and she catches onto it immediately. “Oh. Were you the one who was restrained or Lingling?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Orm answers, “me… and before you ask, yes, it was so damn good.”

“You should write a memoir,” Prig says, giggling. She spreads her hands in the air, exclaims, “From Virgin to Kink Master. Then as a tagline: tales of a dicked-up girl and her insatiable, sexy girlfriend.”

Orm wants to be upset, wants to smack Prig, wants to get up and walk away, but she can’t help the startled laugh that comes out. Instead, she drops her head to the table, barely missing her bowl of ramen, and groans. 

After a moment to catch her breath, Orm sits up and shakes her head, lips pursed in unfortunate amusement. “Dicked-up girl is actually an insane way to describe me.”

“Okay but like, are you not a dicked-up girl?” Prig asks, shaking her like she isn’t right in that.

“It just sounds like I’m the one getting dick,” Orm mutters, sucking in her cheeks. But then the thought hits her and well, yeah, soon she will be.

Raising her brows in delight, Prig states, “well, you soon will be.”

Pleasure shoots down Orm’s spine, phantom feeling the plug in her. Yeah, she will be soon and she’s excited about it. Her face must show it because Prig squeals in enjoyment. “Don’t, Prig,” Orm whines but she’s smiling. 

“I didn’t say anything,” Prig says, holding her hands up innocently. Her smirk makes Orm flush heatedly.

Sighing, Orm gives in and grins, dropping her voice low as she says, “I can’t tell you how excited I am for it.”

“Dude,” Prig claps, “you’re gonna get dicked-down by the hottest woman ever. Now that I’m jealous of.”

///

Orm is falling asleep on the couch. It’s a warm day and the sun is shining brightly through the sheer curtains and it’s all so cozy.

The AC is on but not cool enough to make Orm shiver. It feels like it’s a warm day with a nice breeze; kind of like they were at the beach under the shade of a palm tree. The sand cool with hints of warmth from the sun spilling around the shade. It’s nice. Pleasant. Lulling Orm asleep.

Her eyes are drooping, body sagging into the most comfortable couch she’s ever laid on. She inhales deeply, exhaling so slowly, it’s pulling her under the blanket of sleep. The last thought Orm has is of Lingling, showering and humming along to music that’s lightly playing. 

There’s a noise ringing through Orm’s ears. She’s not sure if it’s real or if she’s dreaming of it. It’s not continuous though; once, twice, stop. Then again; once, twice, stop. Then there’s a pounding, something hard but rhythmic; thump-thump, thump. Again.

A voice so muffled, Orm’s sure she’s imagining it but then she smells something ashy. It triggers panic and Orm wakes up, abruptly and dizzyingly. Clutching her chest, Orm looks around, expects to see Prig’s panicked face, expects to see smoke above her but she sees none of that.

There’s only the soft sun glowing around her, a different kind of warmth settling on her body. Right, Orm’s at Lingling’s place because her dorm building caught fire. She’s safe. She stands up on wobbly legs and waits a moment until she feels steady.

Throat dry, Orm makes her way to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of cold water. She gulps it down in almost one swallow. She’s fine, she’s safe. She closes her eyes and inhales slowly, holds it, exhales through her mouth. God, that was the worst feeling.

Just as Orm grabs the edge of the counter and drops her head, pressing her chin into chest, Lingling walks up behind her and wraps her arms around Orm’s waist. Orm doesn’t mean to startle but she’s still a little off-kilter.

“Hey,” Lingling says, voice soft and careful. “Everything okay?”

It takes Orm a few seconds to register Lingling’s question but she eventually nods, leans back into Lingling. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just woke up a little too quickly.”

Lingling hums and presses her lips against Orm’s neck. She rocks them, “bad dream?”

“You could say that,” Orm chuckles breathlessly. “I was hearing noises though, I think maybe it was the door?”

“Oh, I was expecting a package,” Lingling says, looking at the door. Before she pulls away, she rests her chin on Orm’s shoulders and asks, “you sure you’re okay?”

Orm nods, “yeah, promise.” She turns in Lingling’s arms, “so what’d you order?”

A sparkle shines in Lingling’s eyes as she pulls away. “Oh you know, a little something we might enjoy.”

“I’m intrigued,” Orm says, following Lingling to the door. The package is small, nondescript, and it makes Orm even more curious. “What is it?”

Lingling chuckles and holds the box up, shakes it. It sounds heavy but doesn’t give anything else away. “Patience, pretty girl.”

Orm groans, hating when she’s told to be patient but god, she loves it when Lingling calls her pretty girl. “Fine but don’t make me wait too long.”

That makes Lingling halt. She turns to face Orm with questioning raised brows, head tilting in that way that says she’s shocked by Orm’s attitude. That makes Orm halt, a shiver of something shooting up her spine.

Taking a step closer to Orm, Lingling grabs Orm’s chin and tilts her head down. She strokes Orm’s bottom lip and pulls it down, letting it slide out of her touch. “Are you being a bad girl?”

There’s almost a hint of disappointment in Lingling’s voice but Orm can’t really tell if there is when Lingling asks her with a low growl. Orm inhales sharply and shakes her head quickly. “No, I’m sorry. I promise I’m good. I’m your good girl.”

Lingling wraps her fingers around Orm’s throat, barely a ghost of her touch. Orm swallows down a mouth full of saliva. “Come with me.”

Orm follows, a little fearfully and fully excitedly. Lingling is walking with a stride that means business. Orm is barely keeping herself up, the twitch in her pants making itself known. Lingling stops at the couch, sits, and crosses a leg over the other. One arm is laid across the back of the couch, the other on the arm, her eyes intently on Orm.

Not sure what to do, Orm stays standing, her hands drifting to the bulge forming in her sweats. Lingling’s eyes flick down and she inhales sharply, jaw clenching. She points to the floor next to her feet and says, “on your knees.”

Falling to her knees, Orm places her hands on her lap and focuses on Lingling with bated breath. Orm’s not sure what’s happening but she can’t lie and say she’s not exhilarated. Lingling’s told Orm to get on her knees so many times before but there’s something about this time that makes it feel completely different. 

“Are you ready to be good?” Lingling asks after a moment of intense eye contact. Orm nods quickly, neck cracking in its speed. Lingling smirks and smooths Orm’s hair back. “You’re going to sit there until I say. Do you want a pillow for your knees?”

“Yes, please,” Orm answers, keeping her voice low and attentive. Lingling hands her a pillow and Orm kneels on it, situating herself until she’s comfortable. “Thank you, Lingling.”

All Lingling does is hum as she pulls her phone out and works on it. Orm just watches Lingling, gazing up at her through her eyelashes. Lingling looks the picture of calm but Orm can see the slight way her jaw is tensing. The slight way she’s gripping her phone. Little things not many would notice but Orm knows Lingling’s tells and she knows that she is being affected by what’s happening.

It thrills Orm. Lingling may be in charge but even she isn’t immune to this power play and it’s intoxicating. Lingling treating Orm like a- oh. The memory of their conversation in the pet aisle. Lingling and the collar. Lingling misspeaking when she asked if Orm wanted to be her pet.

Orm tries her best to keep still, to keep calm. She’s not sure why but she doesn’t want to alert Lingling that she may have found out the ulterior motive here. Her eyes drift to the box next to Lingling, small but looking like the right size for a… Orm shivers, one she can’t hide from Lingling.

Piercing dark eyes land on Orm, curiously taking her in. Orm sucks in her bottom lip and with an ounce of bravery, leans forward and rests her chin on Lingling’s thigh. A small whine rumbles in her throat and at the hitched breath Lingling takes, a louder whine slips out.

Neither move for a few moments. Lingling’s holding her breath and so is Orm and they’re stuck in this tense moment of who’s going to move first. It’s Lingling who does, threading her hand through Orm’s hair, patting her in a soothing motion.

Orm’s eyes flick to the box then back to Lingling who catches Orm’s gaze. She places the box on her lap, fingers tapping against the cardboard. “Do you know what’s in here?” Lingling asks, voice a little raspy.

“I think so,” Orm murmurs, rubbing her cheek against Lingling’s thigh. Her soft sweats feel good against Orm’s warm skin. “Can you show me?”

“Of course, baby,” Lingling says, fingers pulling at the tape. “I bought this specially for you.”

The flaps of the box open. As much as Orm wants to lift and see what’s in it, she waits obediently. She swallows loudly when Lingling lifts the camel-brown leather collar. It’s not too wide and there’s a slight shine to it, a polished brass buckle to round it out. Orm’s name is pressed into the collar in gold foil, font large and bold.

“This color complements your skin tone so beautifully,” Lingling says, almost reverent as she stares at the collar. “Do you like it?” Lingling asks, her gaze - hooded and glazed - roaming to Orm.

Reaching out, Orm takes the collar from Lingling and holds it between her hands, rubbing her fingers on the soft material. She knows it’s going to feel so good buckled around her neck. “Can you put it on me?”

“Yeah?” Lingling says and it’s breathless. Orm exhales and nods. Lingling slowly wraps the collar around Orm’s neck and buckles it, tight enough Orm can feel it all around her neck but she can still swallow without problem. “I knew it… you look stunning.”

Orm can’t stop the moan that bleeds out of her parted lips when Lingling tugs on it. Her dick twitches intensely, hard and bulging against her shorts. “Ling,” Orm whines, her head tilting back, exposing her collared neck.

Lingling keeps her finger hooked on the collar and holds up her phone with her other hand. She doesn’t say anything but Orm hears the snap of a photo. She can feel herself getting wet. Turning the phone, Lingling shows Orm the picture she just took… and it’s breathtaking.

Head tilted back, long creamy skin, collared, dark eyes behind hooded lids, wet pink lips parted, a slender finger tugging… Orm whimpers breathlessly. She can’t believe how gone she looks. Faded in arousal. Needy. Wanting. 

“I also got a leash,” Lingling whispers, letting go of the collar and pulling out a matching leash from the box. Orm eyes it wearily, not comfortable with the thought of being walked like an- “we don’t ever have to use it… your say goes on this.”

“It’s pretty,” Orm says, her lips pulling into a small smile. “I think the collar’s perfect.” She brings her hand up - only slightly shaky - and strokes the collar. 

Sharp features softening, Lingling murmurs,“I’m glad you like it.” Lingling’s warm gaze doesn’t match the words she says next. “I was thinking… maybe you could wear it while I fuck you. Would you like that?”

The leash flickers through Orm’s fogged mind but she keeps it to herself. Instead, she rasps, “I would like nothing more.”

“Oh, my good girl,” Lingling says as she cups Orm’s cheek. Her eyes roam down and she exhales shakily. “What do you want right now, baby? Want to fuck me or do you want me to suck on that pretty cock?”

Both, Orm wants to say, to be greedy, but the thought of Lingling’s tight pussy surrounding Orm’s dick? “Fuck, wanna fuck you,” Orm groans, tugging on her hard dick over her sweats. “Please.”

“You’ve been so good for me,” Lingling says tightly, want rounding her words. Her thumbs slip under the waistband of her sweats and she pushes on them. “My cunt is all yours.”

“Mine,” Orm growls as she takes over and tugs Lingling’s sweats down. She almost gets kicked in the fast in her haste but she doesn’t care, she needs- “god, you’re so wet, baby. So wet for me.”

Standing and tugging her own sweats down, Orm releases a shaky breath when cool air hits her dick. Lingling groans and spreads her legs, sliding a finger through wet, swollen folds. Orm pushes Lingling’s hand away and grabs her dick, slides the tip through the slick then positions it at Lingling’s cunt.

“Fuck me already,” Lingling whines, using the heels of her feet to push on Orm. “Please, baby, need you.”

Orm leans over Lingling, hands on either side of her head, and slams her dick in, skin slapping against skin. Lingling’s throaty groan rumbles in the space between them, its vibration making Orm’s heart tremble. Her moans spur Orm on as they always do.  

Lingling is lifting her hips with each of Orm’s thrusts, her heels digging into Orm’s spine. One arm is wrapped around Orm’s shoulders, holding her close, nails digging into heated skin; her other hand tugging on the collar. It’s pulling on Orm’s neck, holding her still, hot breaths panting into Lingling’s ears. 

“Baby, you feel so good,” Orm grunts, speeding up her thrusts. She can feel the walls of Lingling’s cunt squeezing Orm’s dick. “Taking me so good.”

“Orm,” Lingling keens. Her nails are digging in deeper, hips losing rhythm, breaths coming shallow and quicker. “Please, so cl-close.”

In her begging, Lingling buries her face in Orm’s neck, teeth scraping along skin and the edge of the collar. She sucks on damp skin, hard and delicious, and it sends molten shocks down Orm’s spine, landing heatedly in her lower stomach. 

The tell-tale sign of coming is there. Orm quickens her thrusts, going harder, going deeper, making both of them gasp and moan at the intensity. “Come, come for me, Ling.” Orm grunts as tries to hold back her orgasm, wanting Lingling to come first.

And that’s all it takes. Lingling throws her head back and gives a low guttural moan, her delicious cunt contracting around Orm’s dick. Orm drops her head to Lingling’s shoulder and sobs as her own orgasm pulls her under. 

Hips stutter as cum spills into a spasming cunt, warm walls squeezing even more cum out. A hand grips Orm’s hair and pulls her back, dark glazed eyes making contact before pulling Orm into a sloppy kiss. 

Saliva mixes quickly, some streaming down chins, and teeth clack together. It’s messy and needy as tongues lick against each other, as hips slow down, as their highs drop into pleasant, quiet moans. 

The kiss becomes more calm, more to savor than to take. Low hums spill out between breaths, lips languid as they move together. Soon enough, Orm pulls away slightly and stares down at a satiated Lingling. Orm presses her lips softly to Lingling’s forehead, smiles into it, and pulls back again.

“Good?” Lingling asks, her hand coming up and palming disheveled hair. 

Orm grins, a satisfied flutter in her chest. “Amazing. You?” 

“Unbelievably good,” Lingling answers, smiling softly, pleased. “You always fuck me so well.” Lingling runs her down Orm’s cheek, along her jaw, down to her neck, to the collar. “My pretty girl. Seeing this on you, my own hands clasping it around your pretty neck, you letting me… I feel like it solidifies this connection between us. Kinda like-”

“You’re claiming me?” Orm finishes, rolling her head to the side.

Lingling hums something tight in her throat. Both her hands go to the clasp, “can I take this off?”

Shaking her head, Orm pouts, “no, I want to keep it on.”

“I’ll put it back on, I just want to show you something.” Lingling waits for Orm to agree and she unclasps the buckle. She hands it to Orm, “take a closer look.”

Orm takes the collar and slowly turns it, taking in the smooth leather. She stops short when her eyes catch lettering: Belongs to Lingling with a heart pressed at the end.

Something warm catches in Orm’s throat as she traces the imprint with her finger. Softly, delicately, like she’s afraid it’s going to wipe away. She closes her eyes and smiles, feeling the press of each letter, of the heart. 

“Belongs to Lingling,” Orm whispers. She brings the collar up to her lip and kisses the imprint. “Yours.”

“Mine,” Lingling nods, voice rough. Orm looks at her, sees the shine in her eyes, and love blooms wildly, ravaging, scorching. 

Cupping Lingling’s cheek, Orm leans in and kisses her brilliantly. “Mine?” Orm asks, murmured against wet lips.

A breathless laugh slips out of Lingling’s lips. “You’re the only one I’d let have me like this.”

Well, if anything can dig a deeper hole of being down bad for Lingling, it’s definitely that.

///

The email from the university’s head leader regarding Orm’s burned dorm building has her feeling conflicted. In the investigation of finding out what happened, it came to their attention that the building was not up to code and they can’t allow any residence. 

The university is willing to refund dorm expenses to the students residing in the dorm for the inconvenience which is really nice because the added fees to live on campus was ridiculous. But now that means that Orm (and Prig) are out of a place to live. 

Orm supposes her and Prig can use the refund to find a new place but they’re almost into the fourth quarter and it seems almost inconvenient if they’re just going to go home while on break. Though the thought of staying in their current places of residence isn’t bad at all. 

Prig loves living with Brick. Since their ramen outing, things have gotten spicy in the bedroom. Prig is ecstatic with the turn and how open Brick was to trying things Prig is interested in. Orm loves that for her and doesn’t want her to lose any of that openness between them.

As for Orm… living with Lingling is better than she imagined. Orm liked having distance from Lingling but it was only because when they did meet up, everything sparked with the friction of their want. But actually living with Lingling, being with her everyday, was amazing. 

Sure, they had time apart when at school; Lingling working and Orm being a dutiful student. Except for their first class together… and sometimes having lunch together… and Orm going to Lingling’s office… there was distance! It really wasn’t that much different.

But now, Orm doesn’t have a place to go back to. She knows Lingling would be more than happy to let Orm continue staying with her, maybe even prefer it, but Orm doesn’t want to overstay her welcome. She doesn’t want to cause some weird tension or make Lingling feel like Orm’s freeloading. That’s the last thing Orm wants.

Now that she’s getting a refund, she can use that money to help Lingling pay for things. She can give rent or help pay for utilities or food or anything. She just wants to make sure she’s doing her part. She’s a helpful partner!

Orm’s phone starts ringing, startling her out of her spiraling thoughts. She looks at the caller ID and sees Prig’s name. “Hey Priggy.”

“Ormie, baby, we’re homeless!” Prig exclaims. Orm can hear her pout. “What are we gonna do?”

Laughing, Orm puts her phone on speaker. “I don’t know… I think we just have to sell our bodies.”

“Wait, what?” Prig chuckles, a thump sounding from her end. There was a rustle as the phone was picked up. “Sorry, dropped my phone in shock! Though, I think you’d kill it on the streets.”

It was Orm’s turn to drop her phone in shock. “What? Why me?”

“Dude, you have a killer body!” Prig states, her voice resolute. Orm scoffs but she can’t help but blush. “You’re tall and slender. You have smooth and creamy skin. Your waist curves into hips, and…” Orm already knows what’s coming but she doesn’t have a chance to stop Prig. “You have a dick and I just know it’s good. I mean, you have fucking classy Professor Kwong wrapped around it.”

“What am I wrapped around?” Orm almost falls off the couch, head whipping quickly to where Lingling’s voice came from.

Prig laughs, innocently says, “oops,” before telling Orm she’ll talk to her later.

Orm rubs the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed at being caught. She shakes her head and tries to play it off, “oh, nothing. You know Prig, she was just being… herself.”

Lingling looks like she wants to push, curiosity shining in her eyes before they turn serious. “So I got an email,” Lingling says as she takes a seat.

“Oh? A bad email? You sound kinda serious about it,” Orm says slowly, confused by Lingling’s tone but then it hits her. “Oh… about my dorm building?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about that?” Lingling shifts and faces Orm. She covers Orm’s hands that were unconsciously fidgeting on her lap. 

Thinning her lips, Orm shrugs. She only feels a little bit anxious about it. “I mean, it sucks. I really liked our dorm room but what can I do?” Orm leans back, body bowed in a weird angle. “I don’t know if Prig is gonna keep staying with Brick but I think maybe we can find a place with our refunds.”

The silence that follows puts Orm on edge. She glances at Lingling and sees an upset frown on her face, looking offended. “Is that what you want?” Lingling tersely asks. Her grip on Orm’s hand squeezes tightly.

It kind of feels like Orm has to be careful with what she says next. Lingling looks like she’s on the verge of some kind of meltdown. Orm has a feeling she knows what she should stay but she doesn’t want to assume. “Not really,” Orm murmurs slowly, sitting back up. She slips one hand out of Lingling’s grip and holds Lingling’s tense hand. “I kinda miss living with Prig but, you know, I’m… this is-” Orm weakly waves in the space between herself and Lingling.

Lingling seems to understand what Orm is trying to say. Her shoulders loosen and she lets out a soft sigh. “Stay with me.”

Relief floods Orm but she holds it back to not look too excited about it. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I don’t want you living anywhere but here. With me.” Lingling places her hand on Orm’s thigh, wandering higher. “Stay with me.”

Looking down at Lingling’s hand, watching as it slides higher and higher, until it gets to the seam between her legs, Orm nods. “I’ll stay,” Orm agrees, voice a little bit rough. She gasps when Lingling cups her balls through her thin shorts. “Ling.”

“Mine,” Lingling growls, squeezing harder. “Stay.”

“I’m s-staying,” Orm breathes, falling into Lingling. “I’m yours. I’m here.”

Lingling’s hand drags her hand up along the shaft of Orm’s hardening dick, up to the head where she squeezes and tugs on it. Orm’s hips shift up, the sensation making her moan loudly. Orm tries to find something to grip with Lingling’s relentless strokes.

A wet spot grows on Orm’s shorts. Lingling hums tightly and before Orm knows it, Lingling dips down and sucks on it. Orm’s hand shoots into Lingling’s hair and grips, tugging roughly, pulling her away. Lingling looks at her with glassy eyes, arousal darkening her eyes.

“Let- Let me fuck you,” Lingling groans, tugging her head out of Orm’s grip. She falls against Orm, mouth hot on her neck, nipping and sucking, licking reddening skin. “Please, please, let me fuck you, please baby.”

They only went up the second size of the butt plugs. The size was good, gave Orm a pleasant stretch, filling her asshole deliciously. Orm thinks of the biggest plug that they haven’t tried. It’s not as big as the dildo they chose but it would help.

But one look at Lingling, at the desperation glittering in her gaze, at the way her parted mouth is letting out a quick pants, has Orm weakening. Her dick is so hard, throbbing, balls pulsing while Lingling plays with them. 

The thought of Lingling strapped, standing behind a bent over Orm, tip of the dildo pushing against Orm’s asshole… Orm doesn’t care that they only made it to the second size. She imagines Lingling gripping her hips as she slams into Orm, fucking her so good, telling Orm what a good girl she is taking Lingling so well. 

Orm doesn’t care. No, she needs Lingling so desperately, she feels like she might die if she doesn’t have Lingling fucking her ass. “Yes, yes, please,” Orm nods quickly, pulling Lingling into a wet kiss.

“I’ll go slow, I’ll take care of you,” Lingling rushes to say. She licks into Orm’s mouth, sucks on her tongue, before pulling away breathlessly. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” Orm has no doubt that she wouldn’t.

Lingling stands up and grabs Orm’s hand, pulling her up and leading her to their bedroom. Orm’s legs are shaky, knees feeling like they might give out with the anticipation of what’s about to happen.

When they make it to the room, Orm’s pushed on the bed, bouncing slightly. Lingling is on her, straddling her, hands on either side of Orm as she stares down at her with a hunger that takes Orm’s breath away. Lingling licks her bottom lip before biting down into it. 

It drives Orm crazy. Wrapping her legs around Lingling’s waist, she pulls Lingling down, hips flushed together, Orm’s dick squished and throbbing between their bodies. Lingling rolls down against it, Orm gripping Lingling’s hips, helping her, moaning and panting.

Before she knows what’s happening, Lingling shifts, now straddling Orm’s leg, grinding down on it quickly. Dry humping against each other, Lingling buried in Orm’s neck, her hot breath making Orm break out in goosebumps. If they keep going at this rate, this speed, they’re going to be coming and Orm doesn’t want to come, not like this. Even if it feels so fucking good. Feeling Lingling’s heat burning into her thigh.

“Wait, wait, baby,” Orm grunts, trying her best to hold Lingling still. Lingling groans but she stops. “I don’t- want to come like this.”

“Yeah, right, okay,” Lingling huffs, reluctantly getting off Orm. She looks gone and Orm feels bad for making her stop. “Take off your clothes. I’m going to strap up so I can fuck that pretty ass.”

Orm watches Lingling head to the drawer where they keep their toys. Breathing quickening, Orm gulps when Lingling takes out the dildo, straps, and lube. It makes Orm’s dick twitch hard, she can’t help but slip her hand into her shorts and stroke it.

Lingling catches her and she chuckles darkly but she doesn’t say anything. She pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, nipples hard. Orm’s mouth waters. Then she turns around, back to Orm, and pulls down her sweats, bending slowly, ass on full display. There’s a pool of saliva in Orm’s mouth.

When Lingling kicks her sweats away and turns around, Orm sees glistening slick between her thighs. Orm starts stroking quicker, mouth overflowing. 

But then Lingling starts slipping the dildo into place, starts slipping her legs through the straps, starts pulling them up to her hips. She tightens the straps. She stares straight at Orm the whole time. She grins seductively when Orm actually starts drooling. 

Gripping the shaft of the dildo, Lingling wiggles it and chuckles at Orm’s responding groan. She grabs the bottle of lube and walks back to Orm, hips swaying. Orm doesn’t realize she’s about to come but Lingling grabs her hands and stops her. 

“If you come…” is all Lingling says and it’s full of warning. A spark of arousal sparks down Orm’s spine and she pulls her hand away. “Didn’t I say to take off your clothes or do you not want me to fuck you?”

“Ling,” Orm groans as she stands up and quickly disposes of her clothes. Her chest is heaving as she takes Lingling in, standing so confidently; body tone and tense, breasts lifting and falling with each breath; dildo looking natural between her legs… “god, you’re so fucking sexy.”

Lingling chuckles softly, a blush creeping up her chest. “You think so? I look good with this dick?”

“So fucking good, baby,” Orm exhales. She steps closer to Lingling and grabs the shaft when she’s close enough. Her mouth waters with an urge to suck on it. She drops to her knees, begs, “can I please suck on it?”

Breath hitching, Lingling nods rapidly, jaw tensing as she watches Orm slowly lick the tips. It tastes of rubber but Orm doesn’t care, not when Lingling’s already gripping her head roughly. 

Orm grabs the base and lifts the dildo, licking up the shaft then wrapping her lips around the head and sucking. Lingling inhales sharply, her eyes wide on Orm. Orm makes eye contact with her and holds it while she takes more of the dildo in. 

This is something Orm’s never done before. She’s only seen Lingling go down on her and she knows that keeping eye contact with Lingling makes everything so much better.

The way Lingling’s cheeks hollow as she sucks. The way her tongue licks everywhere. The way her lips wrap around the shaft and the head. The way saliva dribbles. The way she gags when she takes Orm fully in.

So Orm works her way down, taking more and more of Lingling in, testing just how far she can go before she starts gagging. The dildo is just slightly smaller than Orm’s own dick, in both length and girth. If Lingling can take all of Orm, surely Orm-

Lingling’s hips stutter and she thrusts into Orm’s mouth causing Orm to gag. “Fuck, baby,” Lingling mutters, her grip on Orm’s head getting even more tighter. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” 

Orm pulls back completely, eyes tearing up, throat working to swallow down her heaving pants. Lingling looks apologetic, concerned, but the arousal is blatant. She liked that; liked making Orm gag on her dick.

“You liked that?” Orm asks, voice gruff. Lingling’s jaw tenses again and she nods. “It’s so hot when you gag on my cock.” Orm’s dick twitches at the thought of it.

“I like it when you fuck my mouth,” Lingling says, her head dipping. She inhales deeply, holding it, before looking at Orm, exhaling, “please let me fuck you now.”

Pre-cum leaks out and drips down Orm’s dick. With a shaky finger, Orm wipes it and uses it to spread over the head of dildo. She leans in and licks it off, moaning at the heady taste. 

Lingling grunts and leans down, gripping Orm by the chin and lifting her head. WIth a growl, she tells Orm, “get on the bed, on all fours.” Orm doesn’t know if she’s ever moved faster than she did in that moment.

Kneeling on trembling limbs, Orm drops her head and breathes shakily. The sound of the lid of the lube opening makes Orm shiver. She hears Lingling squeeze some and then the sound of gel spreading on the dildo. Lingling hums and steps close to Orm, her warmth felt immediately.

“I’m going to pour some lube on you,” Lingling warns softly. “Actually, spread yourself for me, baby.” Orm leans head down. She reaches behind herself, grabs her cheeks, and spreads them. A muffled noise sounds, a shaky exhale. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. My pretty girl, are you ready?”

Orm whines and nods her head as best she can. She holds her breath and when the first drop of cool gel lands just above her asshole, she exhales gutturally. Lube is usually spread and rubbed softly with Lingling’s careful finger but this… the anticipation… the-

“Fuck,” Orm mutters as Lingling uses her thumb to spread and push against her asshole. “Baby, god.”

A low chuckle sounds then Lingling’s even lower voice, “I’m going to warm you up with my finger, okay?” Orm grunts in response. “You tell me if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, okay?” Orm grunts again but it makes Lingling remove her hand. “I need to hear you say yes, Orm, or we’re not going any further.”

That makes Orm whine again. She pushes herself up with shaky arms and looks over her shoulder at Lingling who is sporting a very serious expression. It softens Orm and she agrees, “yes, I promise I’ll tell you if I feel uncomfortable or if I want to stop.”

“Good,” Lingling nods, her lips pulling into a small smirk. “I just remembered, I forgot to put on your collar. Still want it?”

Eyes widening, Orm looks over at Lingling’s bedside table. “Yes, please,” Orm says as obediently as she can. 

Lingling walks over to her table and pulls out the collar. She looks down at the open drawer and hesitates for a moment before pulling out the leash. Orm eyes it, remembering the thought that flittered through her mind when Lingling asked if she could fuck Orm while wearing the collar.

The thought of being leashed, Lingling holding it as she rams her dick into Orm. The thought of Lingling tugging on the leash, snapping Orm’s head back. Getting fucked and tugged, held in place. 

With a small nod, Lingling smiles softly and brings both items with her. “On your knees,” Lingling demands when she’s at Orm’s side. Orm listens and sits in front of Lingling, waiting patiently, excitedly. “Such a good girl,” Lingling whispers, buckling the soft collar around Orm’s neck. She runs a finger along the edge, “so pretty.”

Orm swallows, barely feeling her throat move against the collar. She takes the leash from Lingling’s hand and takes the clasp to the hook on her collar. She clips it and hands Lingling the handle, pleads, “fuck me, please.”

Lingling whimpers, motions for Orm to get back on all fours. Orm is head down, her hands spreading herself so Lingling can spread more lube. The cool gel still makes Orm shiver at first but she falls into the warmth of it as Lingling rubs it.

A slender finger circles before slowly pushing in. Just the tip at first, then a little more in, then back out. It goes like that for a few moments. “Feeling okay?” Lingling asks quietly, her finger now circling. Orm nods. “I’m gonna add another.” Orm nods again and holds her breath.

The pressure around her asshole is brief before a finger pushes in. There’s a sense of urgency with the way Lingling is fingering her asshole - still not going too deep but enough that Orm is trembling. A second finger is slowly being pushed in, stretching Orm in a way that has her mouth parting, eyes closing, hips shaking.

It continues like that until Orm loosens slightly, adjusting to two fingers. Lingling stills her fingers inside and leans over Orm’s back, only jostling her a little bit, and rasps, “ready for a third?”

God, Orm is ready for her whole dick but she knows she should at least build up to a three-finger stretch. “Yeah, ready.”

More lube is squeezed and Orm hums at the coolness. One finger goes in, pumps a few times, then a second finger is added. Orm feels the fingers slightly split inside her and she almost buckles. She fears she’s going to come when a third is added…

It’s almost hilarious at how slow Lingling is urging a third finger in. Orm understands why, the stretch is making her vision blurry and her breath catch in her throat. It’s slow and Orm is close to just shoving her hips back, to have Lingling’s fingers inside her fully but Lingling realizes how desperate Orm is getting and she speeds up just a little bit faster. 

Orm is tense, she knows she is, but she can’t help it. There’s a bit of an ache as more of the three fingers push in. More so than before but it’s pleasant, it’s intoxicating.

It goes on like that for a little longer, Lingling warming her up until Orm can’t handle it anymore. She wants to be fucked by Lingling’s dick. She wants Lingling all over her; fingers pressing harshly into her hips, hopefully leaving bruises behind; breaths deep and fast, panting; the leash being tugged on, holding Orm still as she rams into her…

“Please, Ling, please I nee-eed,” Orm whines, starting to move her hips back and forth. “Fuck- m-me.”

“Fuck, okay,” Lingling groans, pulling her fingers out of Orm’s tight asshole. Orm moans at the filling loss but she’s so ready for a proper fill. “Remember to tell me-”

Orm nods quickly, and begs, “yes, yes, I’ll tell, just, I’m ready, baby.”

Another squeeze of lube. The slippery sound of the gel being spread on the dildo. A little more on Orm’s asshole. The tip of the dildo rubbing the lube around, occasionally pressing along the area Orm so desperately wants it.

“Gonna go slow,” Lingling mentions, a reminder that this won’t start fast. Orm groans in frustration but she tells Lingling that’s fine. Orm’s arms and thighs are shaking. The tip is being pressed harder, “good girl,” Lingling whispers.

Orm’s dick is throbbing and Orm wants to touch herself so badly. She wants release and relief. She wants Lingling to go faster.

“I can-” Orm groans loudly, gutturally, at the tip almost fully inside her. It’s thick and much more filling than Lingling’s fingers and the feeling almost has her coming. “Holy shit.”

Lingling chuckles darkly at Orm’s reaction. “Can’t wait til I’m all the way in.” Lingling’s holding Orm tightly already. “Gonna fuck you so fucking good.”

Little by little, Lingling pushes more into Orm. Orm doesn’t think she’s breathed in the last couple minutes as she takes in more and more of Lingling’s dick. The feeling is almost otherworldly, almost like Orm is floating, even with the slight pain aching along the stretch. 

But it’s fine because Lingling’s talking to her softly, telling her how good she’s taking her cock, how pretty she looks, how proud she is of her. And with each word, Lingling pushes in.

It doesn’t take much longer for Lingling to be fully seated. Orm is gasping, breathy and choked, tears at the corners of her eyes. It’s all so overwhelming and so wonderful and Lingling is massaging her hips as she tells Orm that she’s going to start pulling out.

And that is a whole other sensation, in and of itself. Lingling’s finger left a small hollow when removed but a dick? Oh, fuck, Orm can’t stop the keening whines that are spilling out of her mouth. 

Then she’s empty and it feels wrong. 

But Orm doesn’t have to wait too long before Lingling is pushing back into her. It’s still slow but not as it first was. “Okay?” Lingling checks in. Her voice sounds strangled, like she’s holding herself back.

“Okay,” Orm mutters, eyes closing. She focuses on being filled. She’s surprised she hasn’t come yet.

Lingling hums when she’s all the way in. She holds still, asks, “are you ready for me to go faster?”

“Please,” is the only thing Orm can say. It’s the only thing she has a chance to say before Lingling pulls out quicker and pushes back in at the same speed. It almost blackens Orm’s vision. “Oh my fuck-”

“There you go, baby,” Lingling grunts, breathless. “You wanted me to go fast, I’m going to go fast.”

Lingling thrusts fast, skin slapping against skin, moans blending together. Orm grips the blanket, fingers aching with how tightly she’s clenching. Her breaths are short and ragged, her ass is being slammed into. Fingers are digging into her hips.

It’s all so much. It almost feels too much but it’s so good. It feels so good being pounded like this. Lingling’s digging in her heated skin, gripping, as she pants, groans, and fucks Orm. God, she’s fucking Orm like there’s nothing else she on her mind other than to make Orm come.

And Orm wants to come so fucking badly. She can feel her dick throb in a way she hasn’t really felt before. Her lower stomach is tightening with this electric pool; like a downed wire flapping around in water, electrifying everything around it.

Arms giving out, Orm lands on her face, breathing heavily into the blanket beneath her. She can faintly hear Lingling, faintly hear the slapping of their skin, barely hear anything through the rush of blood in her ears. But she feels it all. 

The way her ass is taking Lingling’s cock whole. The way one of Lingling’s hands drag their way up Orm’s back, to the back of her neck… the way there’s a slight jostle, a slight tug… the way her head is being pulled back.

Oh.

The collar. The leash.

Orm pushes herself up, her arms trembling, thighs shaking. The guttural moan she lets out when Lingling tugs back and slams in is loud and rough and it hurts Orm’s throat but it powers that electric wire to the point that she…

“Stroke your dick,” Lingling demands behind her. She sounds like she’s struggling, sounds like she’s holding herself back from… Orm musters enough strength to keep her upright as she reaches for her dick. “Such a fucking good girl for me, baby, so good, so…”

Doing as Lingling demanded, Orm starts stroking herself, slowly, pushing through the sensitivity she’s feeling. She’s going to come and she wants to hold off just a little bit longer, wants to hear Lingling fall into her own climax. 

“Pretty girl, come for me.” There’s almost a plea to Lingling’s voice, almost begging Orm, and well…

Orm’s whole body tenses as she comes and it is extraordinary. Her climax is sparking everywhere, setting her nerves alight, has her seeing white light and stars and… “fuck, oh, fuck Ling.”

Cum is spurting out in long ropes as Orm’s hand staggers loose strokes. Through the darkened fog, she can feel Lingling’s thrusts slow yet feel how she pounds deep. Through it, Orm knows Lingling is coming. Orm wishes she can see Lingling come apart.

As the overwhelming, all encompassing, molten explosion dies down - still so intense in the aftershocks, Lingling’s thrusting stops. Orm can no longer hold herself up. She falls face down once again and the way it jostles the dick still in her has her moaning roughly. 

They stay still like that. Orm doesn’t know how long. She just focuses on her breathing, on her still rapidly beating heart, on Lingling’s hands massing her hips. Her face feels wet.

“I’m going to pull out now,” Lingling’s low voice slips through Orm’s haze. Orm nods. “I’ll go slow.”

Orm holds her breath, bites down hard on her lower lip, as Lingling slowly pulls out. Still, Orm groans, the loss greater than she thought it’d feel. Then Lingling’s fully out and she helps guide Orm down, and lays her on her side.

Eyes closed, Orm settles and tries to push aside the slight ache she feels. She hears Lingling unstrap, hears it clatter to the floor, hears Lingling murmur about getting water. Orm swallows and her mouth is dry. Water sounds good.

The bed dips and a warm hand rubs soothing circles on Orm’s back. It feels good, calming, exactly what Orm needs. Orm’s face still feels wet, she can’t be sweating anymore. 

“Orm, love, sit up, drink some water.” Lingling’s now stroking the hair along Orm’s temple. 

With Lingling’s help, Orm pushes herself up, flinching as her weight settles heavy on her ass. She aches but it’s good. It’s pleasant. Lingling wipes Orm’s cheeks, the corner of her eyes, the soft skin under. 

Lingling holds the glass up to Orm’s mouth, helps her hold it while Orm takes a long gulp. The cool water feels amazing going down her sore throat. She feels water drip on her chest and she goes to wipe it but water keeps dripping and Orm realizes she's crying.

Orm can’t help the rough chuckle she lets out. Of course she’s crying. How can she not? She just had the best sex yet, it only makes sense for her to cry. But as more tears come, fall, her chest gets tight.

There’s a warm arm wrapping around Orm’s shoulders. A soft hand holding her face, resting her head on a steady shoulder. There’s quiet murmurs of reassurance. Lips pressing kisses to her forehead. Lingling is so good to her.

“I’m okay,” Orm manages to say. She leans into Lingling more, lets her hold her tighter. “I promise, just a little overwhelmed.”

Lingling hums and she rocks them side to side. Orm takes a deep inhale, holds it, exhales slowly through her mouth. Lingling does it with her. 

“Let’s lay down.” Orm nods but she can’t move. Her body is still so loose, she’s only staying upright because Lingling’s holding her. Lingling notices and smiles softly, “scooch back a bit so your legs aren’t dangling, I’ll get you some pillows.”

Orm can manage that. With just enough strength, Orm throws herself back and grunts. Lingling is chuckling beside her, reaching for pillows. She lifts Orm’s head and places one under it, fluffs it how Orm likes it.

“Blanket,” Orm’s head lolls to the side. She feels sleep pulling at her. “Please… am cold, tired… sleepy.”

“Yeah, okay,” Lingling smiles. It’s so soft. She looks so endeared. Orm smiles her best one, albeit a little exhausted. A blanket is draped over Orm. “I’m gonna go clean up, I’ll be right back.”

The faint sound of the strap being picked up, the dildo being pulled out, footsteps as Lingling heads to the bathroom. Orm lets the faint sound of water lull her. Her body loosens, heart rate slows, eyes droop… drop, fully closed.

Just before taking a deep breath that’ll put her to sleep, Orm feels the light press of lips, a whisper:

“...love you.”

///

When Orm wakes up, she is sore. Like more sore than she’s ever been.

The jelly-like feel of Orm’s limbs from last night have solidified a bit but there’s still a wobblyness to her body. Like if she tried standing up right now, she’s pretty sure she’ll fall over. Which is unfortunate because she has to go pee.

And there’s an extremely warm, heavy arm holding Orm tightly to a sleeping body. Orm feels the lift and rise of Lingling’s chest on her back, the soft puffs of breath tickling the back of her neck. Orm could fall back to sleep but her bladder is telling her not to unless she wants to make a mess. Lingling made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to wet their bed again.

Orm’s okay with that. She really doesn’t want Lingling having to buy a new one. So she should absolutely get up right now. Orm tries carefully to lift Lingling’s arm up with her sore hand - god, it feels like she did a marathon in the gym. She barely manages to slip out, smiling at the disgruntled hum Lingling makes.

Walking to the bathroom is a mission. Not only does Orm feel like a baby learning to walk, she also has to squeeze her legs together to hold it in. So if anything, she feels like a baby deer. With her lanky legs, it’s kind of fitting.

Making it to the bathroom, Orm rushes to the toilet and sits, holding her dick down into the bowl. The relief is amazing. It almost feels like a different kind of orgasm. 

As Orm sits there, memories from last night flood her brain. 

On all fours. Being pounded into the mattress. Nails digging into her hips. Moans and groans and grunts and guttural sounds. The collar and the leash. Stroking herself. Coming. It makes Orm overheat as the sensations tingle along her nerves. 

But Orm pushes that all aside because she remembers being taken care of afterwards. She remembers Lingling bringing her water and helping her lay down. She remembers a soft blanket covering her. She remembers faint sounds of footsteps and water rushing. 

The pull of sleep tugging her under. Then a soft kiss pressed to her forehead. Then…

A whisper of words just before Orm fell asleep.

Orm straightens her back, sore body tensing. She looks at the closed bathroom door, can picture Lingling's sleeping body on the bed. She pictures Lingling’s soft features, how she looks so peaceful in deep sleep. It makes Orm’s heart squeeze with affection.

The words sit heavily in Orm’s head. Lingling probably said it because she thought Orm was fully asleep.

Now the question is: does Orm bring it up, ask if it’s true? Or does she wait until Lingling’s ready to say it?